#froggy’s den

[froggyden]

[the-heaminator]

https://vm.tiktok.com/ZGJbUj4SE/

Self-explanatory, really

Shdhejdjdjd i love badgers they're so chill

[froggiewrites]

Froggie's Halloween Special

I've been cooking up a lot of good pieces for you guys recently! I have six fics to release throughout the later half of October, each with a different OP man as a different type of monster! These are all NSFW, so minors DNI!!

A Deal You Can't Refuse - Demon!Zoro x Reader (Oct 12)

You’re tired. Of coming home to an empty apartment from a shitty job you can’t stand, of every day being the same. Tired of simply surviving and not living. So when a handsome stranger comes along, offering you the deal of a lifetime, who could blame you for considering it? Even if said stranger has curling horns and a sharp toothed smile that show he’s a bit more than just your ordinary man?

Baby You're a Haunted House - Ghost!Bartolomeo x Reader (Oct 16)

Your house doesn’t want you to leave. You feel insane for thinking it, but you know it’s true. And after your keys go missing, trapping you here for the foreseeable future, you can’t help but finally crack and let the house know this has to stop. You don’t expect a handsome man to appear to dry your tears and beg you not to leave, with hands as cold as ice and pleading eyes.

Into the Dragon's Den - Dragon!Ace x Reader (Oct 21)

This job is going to change your life. With the treasure from the dragon’s hoard, you’ll never have to work again, you’re sure of it. But when he catches you in the act, you find you’ve bitten off more than you can chew. Everything in this room is his, and he insists that includes you. But really, would it be so bad to play your part?

Midnight Guest - Vampire!Law x Reader (Oct 24)

Your roommate is strange, you’ve always known that. Most of his habits seem like harmless eccentricities. His insistence that you lock your door when you sleep, due to his “sleepwalking,” confuses you more than anything. But when you forget one night and awaken to him standing over your bed, teeth bared, you start to think maybe there’s more to Law than meets the eye.

Mating Call - Siren!Doffy x Reader (Oct 28)

The song is beautiful. The man singing it is even more so. So you do not fight the call to climb the rocks and fall into his arms. You do not fight his warm embrace, his touch, his sweet cooing. This is where you’re meant to be, after all. Who are you to fight against the melody calling you home?

Under the Light of the Moon - Werewolf!Sanji x Reader (Oct 31)

When your friend Sanji invites you camping, you can’t say no to his sweet puppy dog eyes. And you can’t deny it’s nice, to get away for a while, to be waited on hand and foot, to see him so excited to share one of his favorite places in the world with you. But when the full moon rises, and he shows you his true self, will you accept the beast as he is? Or will you find yourself trapped in the woods with a monster with no way out?

[bumblekastclips]

Happy Throwing Him Thursday!

KYLE CROUSE: Next question is from @rabbithaver. “In 2018, you wrote IDW Sonic #14, which contained panels of Silver being thrown by the ankle by Metal Sonic. On May 19, 2022, tumblr user @catgirlkirigiri posted those panels with the caption, 'Happy Throwing Him Thursday.' Now, every Thursday, Sonic Tumblr celebrates by partaking in throwing Silver. Each week, participants render their followers' dashboards unusable by reblogging those panels dozens of times in a row. People have drawn fan art. There are multiple videos of people throwing their Silver plushies, including one of him being hurled off a five story balcony. In celebration of the two year anniversary of the first Throwing Him Thursday, would you both please rank Sonic characters based on how far you think you, personally, could throw them?” [TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: The balcony mentioned was seven stories, not five, which is much funnier.]

IAN FLYNN: [in exaggerated horror] Two years?! KYLE: [laughing] IAN: My poor boy has been yeeted for two years?! KYLE: He’s getting yeeted! He’s getting yeeted like crazy! IAN: I feel bad! KYLE: [laughs] IAN: I’m glad folks are enjoying themselves, but… what have I done to the poor boy? KYLE: [still laughing] Ah, well, I mean, the fandom got a— the fandom got attached to it. To be fair, you know. You did it once. [chuckles] IAN: And really, the credit should go to Tracy Yardley and the other artists for rendering it, but hm… KYLE: True, true. [chuckling] IAN: Half-tempted to sneak in a panel somewhere. [as Sonic] “Happy Thursday, Silver!” [as Silver, panicked as he’s being reminded of his trauma] “WHY?!” KYLE: [erupts into laughter, then as Silver] “What is this?!” [laughs] Man, if you made a reference to Throwing Him Thursday, I think the— I think there’s a lot of Tumblr people who would melt down. In a— you know, in a good way. IAN: [chuckling to himself] Shadow just puts him off a— puts him out a window. [as Shadow] “Huh, is it Thursday already?” KYLE: [laughing] Oh, man… IAN: Anyway, characters that we could throw on a Thursday — or any day, really. KYLE: Any day. I could throw— I could throw— I could take Charmy. [chuckles] IAN: Yeah, Charmy, Cheese… KYLE: But then I’d have to contend with not being able to throw Vector and Espio as they murder me. [laughs] IAN: [chuckles, then as Vector] “Nice arm there, Kyle! Wanna see how [unintelligible] it is?” KYLE: [laughs] Oh! IAN: And I imagine Cream, but only because she wants to, like, take off, so she’s already got her ears ready, and you’re like, out in an open field, and it’s like throwing a kite into the air or something. She’s having a grand time, just, “whee!” KYLE: Yeah, she can fly. [chuckles] IAN: Uh… how heavy is Tails, actually? KYLE: Eh, I don’t think Tails is very, uh, heavy, and he’d fly, so… you know IAN: I’m gonna look this up real quick. KYLE: You could throw Froggy a little bit— [stuttering unintelligibly] a little bit far. You know. IAN: [as Big] “Once.” KYLE: Once. [laughs] IAN: Huh! Actually Tails is like, over forty pounds! KYLE: Okay, he’s a… IAN: That’s not really a throw, that’s more of a heft. KYLE: He’s a beefy— he’s a beefy boy then, huh? Wow. [chuckles, then reading chat] I’m being told that Ray was born to be yeeted. [laughs] IAN: [chuckles] You know that’s what he and Mighty do all the time. KYLE: Of course! IAN: It’s kinda like— it’s like with Cream! KYLE: Yeah. Yeah, yeah, yeah. IAN: [as Mighty] “Ready, little guy?” [as Ray] “Ready!” Woosh! KYLE: Yeah, pretty much, exactly. IAN: How much does Orbot weigh? KYLE: He’s pretty small, but he’s also a robot, so who knows how dense he is? Uh… IAN: If he even has an official weight… [Googling] Uh, he is— holy crap, he’s over sixty pounds! KYLE: Yeah, I was gonna say, he’s probably real dense. He’s got a lot in him. [chuckles] IAN: [sigh] I could probably pick him up and hmph, but yeah, I ain’t throwin’ that. Goodness. KYLE: The irony is that you’d think Cubot would be the dense one! IAN: [chuckles] Well, now I’m curious, if Orbot is sixty-six point one pounds… KYLE: He would be one really heavy bowling ball, at least. [laughs] IAN: Self-steering, no less. KYLE: Yeah! IAN: [Googling] Oh, wow. Cubot’s, uh, almost eighty-six pounds. KYLE: Oh! He’s dense— he’s even more dense! IAN: He’s a hefty boy! KYLE: [laughs] IAN: So, yeah.

KYLE: Nice. [chuckles] Yes. Ah, yes. [reading chat] Cubot, the honorable— or, Orbot, the honorable Whipple. IAN: [snickers] KYLE: Welcome to the Whipple family. [chuckling] I don’t know if we could really throw any of them? I mean, sure, a giant mech could throw Jewel, as we’ve established previously, but I don’t know if I could. She’s pretty— she’s pretty big for a bug. IAN: Yeah, I… she might need to be hefted, not really thrown. KYLE: Yeah, yeah. You could throw a chao. IAN: Yeah. KYLE: You can throw Marine, maybe. IAN: Well, now I’m curious, uh… Charmy’s like twenty-two pounds. KYLE: Why is he so freakin’ huge? He’s a bee! [laughs] IAN: And I would imagine Jewel’s at least that weight, so… KYLE: Y-yeah…? [stuttering] How heavy are pounds on Sonic’s world?! IAN: [laughs] I mean, you could still maybe throw Charmy, but you’d have to put your back into it. You’d have to, like, limber up first. KYLE: Yeah! IAN: And just because we brought it up, you know, the idea is Cream’s just kinda using this as an excuse to be thrown, but— [Googling] she’s twenty-six pounds. She’s barely heavier than Charmy. What in the world? KYLE: [chuckling] What? What?! IAN: But yeah, I could definitely pick her up over my head and kinda, fwoop, and then she’d flap and she’d fly, and she’d have a fun time. KYLE: Yeah, yeah… yeah, yeah, I think they’re all a bit too heavy. It’s that— it’s that dang Beach Ball Head Syndrome they got going on. [chuckles] Those giant heads, you know?

EPISODE THUMBNAIL by @kiimeranova (lines) and @nintendoni-art (colors)! Exclusive Throwing Him Thursday Variant HERE!

—— TRANSCRIBER’S NOTE: Please remember that nothing that is said on BumbleKast is canon! It’s just some guys and their opinions occasionally spitballing ideas. If you don’t like an answer, you don’t have to take it as Word of God or anything like that. It’s all just for fun!

[thefroggiesden]

Here's my latest piece! I took the sun tarot card and thought about what it really means to me and then put my own symbolism into it. The four leaf clover is for good luck, the crayons are for a free and happy inner child. The tulips are for gratitude and colors have meanings too: red is for love, pink is for affection, orange is for energy and creativity, and yellow is for joy and hope. Rainbows represent cheerfulness on rainy days and seeing the color in everything:).

About:

The Sun

Artist: Beck Babcock/ The Froggies' Den (Me!)

Medium: acrylic on canvas paper

Dimensions: 5.5 inches×9.5 inches

[rippleclan]

RippleClan: Moon 47

James has been impatient toward the end of Weedfoot’s pregnancy. When he hears Weedfoot has gone into labor, he drops what he is doing and sprints for the nursery, where Weedfoot is bringing a single kitten into the world.

[Image ID: Weedfoot and James stand around a newborn, cream-furred kit. Under Weedfoot, it says - CONDITION: PREGNANT, + CONDITION: RECOVERING FROM BIRTH. Under the kit, it says NEW PLAYER: SCALEKIT, 0, MALE, LONESOME.]

(James: 123, male, elder, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

(Weedfoot: 96, female, deputy, charismatic, steady paws, formidable fighter)

(Scalekit: 0, male, kit, lonesome)

Halibutdusk gazes up at Silverpelt and feels, finally, the grief is beginning to subside. Just as Wildclaw finally recovers from greencough, news reaches the Clan that Froggy has died.

[Image ID: Halibutdusk and Wildclaw sit together, watching Trumpetpaw, Tempestpaw, and Mosspaw. Under Halibutdusk, it says - CONDITION: GRIEVING. Under Wildclaw, it says - CONDITION: GREENCOUGH. Wildclaw says “They look like both of them, don’t they?”]

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Halibutdusk found a cool corner of camp to sit and watch his Clanmates share tongues. It would be one of the last nice spring days for the year, the historians predicted, so it would be good for the Clan to enjoy sunhigh as much as possible before the sand began to burn their paws. Halibutdusk still preferred the shade cast by the southern rock wall. The spot also gave him a good view of the three apprentices sharing tongues outside the apprentice’s den.

Tempestpaw, Mosspaw, and Trumpetpaw laid side by side, each working on knots in another’s fur. Trumpetpaw’s slim-cut fur meant there was little for Tempestpaw to groom, but Mosspaw found plenty of tangles in Tempestpaw’s fuzzy coat and harshly licked them away. Tempestpaw would squirm and protest, but Mosspaw kept on grooming.

“Having fun over here?” Wildclaw plopped down beside her brother, nesting into the sand. Halibutdusk gave her a little room, but Wildclaw groaned and said “Hal, Fennelspot says I’m symptom free. I won’t give anyone greencough.”

“Forgive me for being careful,” Halibutdusk said with a slight roll of his eyes. He moved back beside his sister and started sharing tongues with her.

“You seem better too,” Wildclaw noted. “Still your typical subdued self, but there’s something different about you today.” Halibutdusk sighed and turned back toward the apprentices.

“Mom was right,” Halibutdusk said. “Training Trumpetpaw has been good for me. It… it makes Shadowdrop’s absence a little easier to deal with.” Wildclaw kneaded the sand. She stared at her paws.

“I’m not sure how you’ll feel about this,” Wildclaw muttered, “but I got back from patrol a little bit ago. We spoke with a loner who wanted to cross through our territory and reach the southern farms. They knew Froggy, and they let us know… that he passed in his sleep.”

“Oh,” Halibutdusk said. His chest itched with a sudden, strange anxiety. He barely knew his father, only spoke to him on occasion, but…

“They look like both of them, don’t they?” Wildclaw hummed. Halibutdusk looked back to the apprentices. Trumpetpaw and Mosspaw managed to get Tempestpaw onto her back. Tempestpaw giggled violently as her siblings worked on knots on her pale belly. Trumpetpaw and Mosspaw couldn’t help but laugh with her.

“They do,” Halibutdusk hummed, leaning against his sister.

(Halibutdusk: 39, male, warrior, gloomy, masterful storyteller, clever)

(Trumpetpaw: 8, female, warrior apprentice, troublesome, plays in mud, lover of stories)

(Tempestpaw: 8, female, caretaker apprentice, troublesome, loves to eat)

(Mosspaw: 8, male, caretaker apprentice, shameless, stares at fire)

(Wildclaw: 39, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)

Palepaw proves herself skilled at handling the Clan’s disputes and is named Paleseed. Her brothers are named Waspdawn and Lavendertwist.

[Image ID: Paleseed, Waspdawn, and Lavendertwist pose with pride. Under Paleseed, it says LEVEL UP! PALEPAW -> PALESEED, PICKY NEST BUILDER -> STEADY PAWS, NEVER SITS STILL -> FAST RUNNER. Under Waspdawn, it says LEVEL UP! WASPPAW -> WASPDAWN, INTERESTED IN CLAN HISTORY -> LEARNER OF LORE, EYE FOR DETAILS -> CLUE FINDER. Under Lavendertwist, it says LEVEL UP! LAVENDERPAW -> LAVENDERTWIST, LOVES TO SING -> GOOD SINGER, + NEW SKILL: GOOD STORYTELLER.]

(Paleseed: 13, female, mediator, insecure, fast runner, steady paws)

(Waspdawn: 13, male, codekeeper, strict, learner of lore, clue finder)

(Lavendertwist: 13, male, warrior, playful, good singer, good storyteller)

Carnationspeckle, Tempestpaw, Mosspaw, and Wildclaw are ambushed by rogues!

[Image ID: Mosspaw faces off against a tortoiseshell with a yellow collar. Under the tortoiseshell, it says NEW PLAYER: LEMMY, 23, FEMALE, COLD, DEEP STARCLAN BOND. Tempestpaw faces a black molly with a blind eye and white markings, while Wildclaw and Carnationspeckle fight a brown tom.]

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“This is the most boring part of being a caretaker,” Mosspaw groaned as he dug out the roots of tall garlic mustard flowers. Dirt caked between his paws as the pile of plants grew at his side. Tempestpaw’s pile was much bigger than Mosspaw’s, and she set about her digging with a fervor Mosspaw could not copy.

“It’s not so bad,” Carnationspeckle said, spitting a stalk out of her mouth. “We’re getting rid of invading plants that hurt our territory and don’t serve much purpose to us. In fact, be extra careful when you pick them up. You could get sick if you swallow it.”

“Rattlepelt wants us to bring a few stalks back to camp though,” Wildclaw called from where she stalked along the trees, looking for more garlic mustard. “She can make some kind of yellow dye from them.”

“It’s still boring,” Mosspaw huffed. He sat dramatically beside his pile. He sniffed the leaves and sneered. “They smell weird, too.”

“Why are you complaining?” Tempestpaw asked. She lifted her head from where she had been happily burrowing, her nose coated in dust. “You wanted time away from nursery duty with Clammask.”

“I’ll go back to nursery duty now, thank you,” Mosspaw grumbled. Wildclaw rolled her eyes and dug at a new stalk of garlic mustard. Mosspaw jumped over his old pile and went off to find garlic mustard stalks away from the eyes of the other caretakers.

The patrol wasn’t too far from the Great Northern River. Mosspaw followed the sound of the humming current until he found a new patch to weed. The garlic mustard grew along a thick patch of shrubbery. Mosspaw bent down to pluck a small stalk out clean. Suddenly, he yelped and jumped back. A thorny vine stretched around the garlic mustard. It had left one of its tiny loads embedded in Mosspaw’s gums.

“Ow ow ow,” he muttered, rubbing his face on the ground. The thorn slipped out. Mosspaw spat a little blood on the grass beside it.

“Young black tom!” someone called. “Do you hail from one of the five Clans of warriors?” 

Mosspaw looked up, still sneering from the phantom pain of the thorn. Three cats stood on the other side of the Great Northern River. The first, the one who had yowled to Mosspaw, was a brown tom whose long fur dangled on a thin frame. A long scar ran along his left side. He cocked his head at Mosspaw, as though trying to get a better look at him. A black molly with small white markings stood beside him. Vicious scars trailed around half of her face, leaving one of her brown eyes a mangled mess. The third visitor was a tortoiseshell. A yellow leather collar wrapped around her neck. With the way her colors laid on her pelt, it was like her tail was always in shadow.

“I said,” the brown tom yowled again, “do you hail from one of the five Clans?”

“Yes?” Mosspaw said. Wildclaw appeared by his side a few moments later, called by the yowling. She glared at the strangers and her ears pressed back. 

At Mosspaw’s confirmation, the brown tom looked back at his companions and nodded. They stood beside a path of stones that jutted in and out of the water, turning the river paw-deep. With the brown tom’s signal, they hurried across the Great Northern River, eyes locked on Mosspaw.

“Mosspaw, back!” Wildclaw snapped. Mosspaw obeyed immediately, skittering backward, low to the ground. The brown tom launched at him with a mighty caterwaul. Wildclaw intercepted his pounce and pinned him to the ground.

“What’s going on?” Carnationspeckle and Tempestpaw hurried into view, the latter still clutching a garlic mustard stalk in her jaws. Carnationspeckle gasped as the other two mollies hissed and sneered at her. Wildclaw and the brown tom spun in a fury of claws and teeth. Carnationspeckle hurried to her former apprentice’s aid, fangs digging into the brown tom’s scruff. The black molly ran at Carnationspeckle, but Tempestpaw got to her first. 

“Lemmy, take the tom!” the black molly yowled as she smacked Tempestpaw across the face. Mosspaw snapped out of his shock when the tortoiseshell, Lemmy, stalked towards him. His courage flooded back in.

[Image ID: The brown tom, Achilles, yowls “Consider this an official message from the Witch Hunters!” while the black molly and Lemmy stand behind him. Under the brown tom, it says NEW PLAYER: ACHILLES, 75, MALE, DARING, ELOQUENT SPEAKER. Under the black molly, it says NEW PLAYER: PEARL, 33, FEMALE, CAREFUL, EXPLORER, CLEVER.]

“Some advice from me to you, stranger,” Mosspaw snapped, ducking under Lemmy’s swing. “If you’re going to attack someone, don’t go into battle with a collar around your throat. It lets me do this!” Mosspaw jumped over Lemmy’s head. He spun around and attached onto her back. He grabbed onto Lemmy’s yellow collar, the leather thick and foreign in his mouth, and pulled it tight against Lemmy’s throat.

Lemmy choked and wiggled under Mosspaw. She strained under his weight, desperately searching for air. As her movements began to slow, Mosspaw let go of her collar. Just as he slid off Lemmy’s back, the black molly dug her fangs into Mosspaw’s scruff. She threw him down. Mosspaw’s head hit the ground hard. Lemmy stared at him, stars fluttering around her.

“Give us your final message for the world of the living,” Lemmy growled. Mosspaw struggled and squirmed under the black molly, but she had him pinned tight. What could he do, what could he do?

“If I have to die,” Mosspaw gulped, a strained laugh slipping out, “at least I get to look at a pretty face like yours.” Lemmy blinked. Her mouth hung slightly open. It seemed she couldn’t quite process what Mosspaw had said.

“Pearl, Lemmy!” Lemmy and the black molly, Pearl, stepped away from Mosspaw. Mosspaw squirmed away as soon as Pearl moved. Did that really work? The brown tom scurried away from Wildclaw, Carnationspeckle, and Tempestpaw. Blood dripped into his eyes from a deep scratch on his head. “We’ve made our point. We’re leaving.”

“Yes, Achilles,” Pearl said. She and Lemmy ran up to the brown tom, Achilles, completely forgetting Mosspaw.

“What point?” Wildclaw snapped, spitting the rogue’s blood out of her mouth. “Why did you attack us? Who are you?”

“Consider this an official message from the Witch Hunters!” Achilles yowled with a dramatic swing of his tail. “We will not tolerate a perversion of the Other Side!” Pearl and Lemmy proudly stood behind him, panting hard. Achilles flicked his tail back. He led his two companions back across the river without a second glance. Carnationspeckle ran to Mosspaw and groomed his scruff. Wildclaw cleaned a small claw-wound off her paw. Tempestpaw shook out her pelt.

“Can anyone explain what just happened?” Tempestpaw huffed.

(Mosspaw: 8, male, caretaker apprentice, shameless, stares at fire)

(Tempestpaw: 8, female, caretaker apprentice, troublesome, loves to eat)

(Carnationspeckle: 49, female, caretaker compassionate, fish-like swimmer)

(Wildclaw: 39, female, caretaker, fierce, trusted advisor)

(Achilles: 75, male, rogue(?), daring, eloquent speaker)

(Pearl: 33, female, rogue(?), careful, explorer, clever)

(Lemmy: 23, female, rogue(?), cold, deep StarClan bond)

[heckinconfusedparade]

Important info:

Normal foxes can in fact both curl,

AND LOAF!

And while I'm here, I request everyone's reaction to Tails doing both.

I KNOW THEY CAN AND ITS SOME OF THE MOST PRECIOUS AND IMPORTANT INFORMATION MY BRAIN CAN HOLD!!!

You know that thing where you witness something so cute you get the urge to violently squeeze the life out of it? Called cuteness aggression? Yea that’s what Sonic and Amy are going through right now. Tails is sleeping through all the silent screams of “FFUCK HES TOO DAMN CUTE”

The donut formation makes sense to Knuckles. It keeps Tails’ vital organs safe. But the loaf? Knuckles panics because he thinks Tails’ arms and legs have left him. He ends up shaking Tails out of his zen moment. Tails isn’t very happy but then laughs when Knuckles explains his thoughts to him.

Eggman can do two things: leave the kid alone to eep, or attack him when he is most vulnerable. His indecisiveness takes long enough for Tails to wake up and see him. Even groggy Tails puts up an amazing fight against robots while making fun of Eggman. Sometimes it’s really obvious who raised him.

Sticks applauds him for his survival skills. Sometimes they find a den in the ground for nap time. Like badgers and foxes in real life, they vibe in the same space together! As long as Tails doesn’t bring any of his techy mumbo jumbo with him.

Tom and Maddie didn’t know he could do this but now that they do it’s like another bright light has entered their lives. Maddie sets up a little spot by the window where the Sun usually hits for Tails to curl up and loaf.

Big and Froggy leave him be but chill nearby him juuust to make sure he’s safe. Sometimes Big even joins him in donut or loaf.

ALSO ALSO SEE IMPORTANT PHOTO

He curl :)))

[lalalaugenbrot]

news von froggy!!

ich hoffe jemand hat mal "Reptilien Exquisit" in Saarbrücken auf den Zahn gefühlt... 🧐

[froggyden]

[asknarashikari]

A serious Geats thing first: I think Beroba and the others did not do anything to Keiwa's wish... I do however think that they sought out the two most problematic Riders and gave them their drivers and iD cores.

Beroba being chummy with Neon's kidnapper and Kekera pointing the direction where Sakurais are for the guy to attack and kill them.

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In any case...

Here's another scenario:

Cobra Stamping Finish!

KR Jeanne: Come with me!

People: starts running in Jeanne's direction.

Evil Rider1: Why you? You're not a DGP Rider!

KR Jeanne: That DGP that kidnapped my brother? Hell no!

KR Jeanne: And since you're attacking civilians now, I'll defeat you quickly!

Bat Justice Finish!

KR Live: Sakura, no time for that! We need to get these people to safety!

Sakura: On it!

Sara: Ano... I can't fi-

Shigeru and Yukini: Sara! Sara, thank goodness you're alright!

Sara: Tou-chan, Kaa-chan.

Daiji: That means...

Sakura: Something must have gone so wrong for this to happen.

Daiji: i'll let nii-chan contact that Ace.

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Ace: So Tycoon's family is resurrected and safe.

Ikki: They can't get a hold of him.

Ace: This is what I was afraid of.

Ikki: What is going on?

Ace: *narrates everything up to that point.*

Ikki: And you didn't think to visit him?

Ikki: No, this isn't the time for that.

Ace: You're right, I was so worried about the Jamato and my sister's safety...

Ikki: No use blaming yourself for that.

Ikki: Can you restore his sister's memories, I'd rather you not make her a Rider... or else...

*Ikki's cellphone rings*

Ikki: Wait a moment*

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Ikki: We've got a huge problem.

Ikki: Apparently the Sakurais are listed among the dead from the recent attack.

Ace: They really want to sink their claws in on him.

Ikki: I'm afraid what's left is to make his sister into a Rider.

Ace: I can't. I still have no control over my powers and I still haven't managed to recreate the broken ID cores and her's was shattered.

Ikki: And we can't bring her to the enemy's den without any Rider powers.

Ace: We should go, and let's bring Sara-san with us.

Ace: I can handle Beroba and Kekera.

Ace: If we're lucky, Sara-san can pull him out of there.

Daiji: You're not going alone.

Sakura: We'll be there.

Can we just let all the senpai Riders go feral protecting the Sakurai sibs and keeping Berobitch and that froggy gnome bastard from getting their hands on them

[the-heaminator]

The Badger waking up from a nap to see a human person sleeping in their home

The dude was not happy about that. Not at all. fucker scratched my leg, but tbf I was also in his home

Didn't get rabies though! We checked.

I swear time starts warping in holes I swear I was asleep for 5 minutes and all of a sudden it was 3 hours later

[fruitycytris]

The lo-fi train bedroom

So it turns out the room in the sketch was a little too small (I did 8x6 instead of 10x6) so now everything is more spread out.

Since I lacked a den chair I just used a gaming chair. It lights up so it's cooler :D Froggy chair happened because it could.

[mother-athena]

Hiii mommyyy im new her ans I was wonerin if dis anon moji 🐸 was takin yet? if so den is dis one 🧌?

Hi my little firefly,

Welcome! I'm so happy to hear from you!

The froggie has not been taken yet, so I will happily mark you down for it 💕

[thefroggiesden]

"Abundance"

Beck Babcock/ The Froggies' Den

Watercolor pencil on watercolor paper

2024

I'm not too sure how I feel about this one...it's alright, I guess. I've never painted a rabbit, and I've only drawn a few, so I guess I'm still learning. It was fun though

[rippleclan]

RippleClan Allegiances: Year 3

Leader:

Downstar - a gray/pale ginger tortoiseshell molly (83, adventurous, trusted advisor, very clever)

Deputy:

Weedfoot - a rosette silver molly (73, charismatic, very clever, formidable fighter)

Clerics:

Fennelspot - a rosette dark ginger and white tom (81, insecure, trusted advisor, incredible runner)

Artisans:

Rabbitjoy - a golden-brown smoke molly (61, charismatic, master weaver) Apprentice: Rattlepaw

Historians:

Oilstripe - a ginger tabby molly (28, charismatic, ghost sight)

Burdockcreek - a dark ginger tabby tom (18, competitive, lore keeper)

Codekeepers:

Rustshade - a dark ginger tabby tom (68, sneaky, learner of lore)

Shadowdrop - a gray tabby tom (16, sneaky, good teacher, eloquent speaker)

Caretakers:

James - a long-furred, dorsal-striped, pale ginger and white tom (100, charismatic, den builder, formidable fighter)

Carnationspeckle - a brown and white ticked molly (26, compassionate, talented swimmer)

Clammask - a masked golden tabby molly (18, righteous, lore keeper, good teacher)

Graythroat - a gray tabby molly (16, fierce, trusted advisor)

Warriors:

Parsley - a dark ginger/gray and white torbie molly with no tail. (118, righteous, great speaker)

Scrubmask - a long-furred, masked, light brown and white tabby molly (41, gloomy, fast runner, good hunter)

Halibutdusk - a gray tabby tom (16, gloomy, great storyteller, clever)

Apprentices:

Rattlepaw - a furless silver and white moll (7, insecure, plays with prey)

Elders:

Puddlespeckle - a rosette silver tom (150, strict, good hunter, good kitsitter)

Cats Outside The Clans:

Froggy - a long-furred black tabby tom (93, male, rebellious, maintains the territory, great speaker)

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"BEHOLD MINE WIZARD APPAREL" i yell as i descend from den of frost

you look up and see i'm wearing a froggy bathrobe and my scepter is just a curtain rod with a glowstick taped to it