#no frog is not one of the results

[amphibianaday]

Amphibian Pride 2024!

Thank you to everyone who joined!

Link to a Google drive with larger version! Credits below!

@arcadianskypirate, @bagumbo, @boldforg, @bumblechub, @charlotte-lancer, @dark-roasted-kestel, @froggyfroo-art, @goofy-guy-dj, @hsavinien, @impulseimpact, @infiniteorangethethird, @its-a-beautful-day, @laptoparmageddon, @mb-blue-roses, @mercworm, myweirdwriting, @pride-flag-planets, @reallyprofoundkryptonite, @rusalkaandtheshepherdgirl, @salamanders-in-a-trench-coat, @shittybraindrawings, @sillyinq, @slemhosta, @spamssketches, @teethburglar, @thebespectacledhyacinth, @werewolf-transgenderism

[agalychnisspranneusroseus]

RiAAU Sasha's complicated relationship with her adoptive parents, Percy and Braddock, stems from an awkward mixture of unconditional love, resentment over their inability to protect her from Grime in her childhood, and their fear of what she's become.

[theviolettulip]

Inktober #5: Binoculars

and my favorite!! I honestly really love the paneling I did here =) #2 is my fave, I just LOVE how Harrow & Syrah turned out!

Full page:

@alwaysanovice

[thegreateggbandit]

Miscellaneous doodles

Now most times people tell you, open the images to get better quality.

I'm telling you now nothing will make these look better, I already tried.

So here's a warning, none of them make sense and none actually look good (camera quality wise). View at your own risk and don't stare at them too long, I don't recommend, you will see every tiny mistake

Anyway HERE WE GO!

Space cow! I drew a cow then watched a video about Mars, this was the result okay, don't think too hard about it, I sure don't

this was my attempt to draw the Star vs the Forces of Evil 'wah' crocodile from memory mainly because I couldn't find a reference until now ... ignore the tipp-ex please, you have absolutely no reason to look at it

Shark. There's not really much more to say except sorry Kyle, you will be missed.

Remember kids, murder only ends one way, but violence has endless potential!

A duck family 🪿Mary🪿Maddy🪿Max (ignore the extra foot)

I call this cat Coco. Coco was my emotional support doodle when I was falling asleep during something I needed to pay attention to. This is shown by the random mark across her chest marking when I eventually did fall asleep.

My attempt at Señor Salchicha from memory.

That's it. None left. Well yes ONE left but no one wants to see it AGAIN.

Unless

Okay fine I'll show you!

The fox from the Wild Robot (haven't had a chance to see the movie and read the book too long ago to remember his name, other than Pedro Pascal)

I've already posted this but it was on the same A5 page as the others (tags) so yeah. Here it is again. Bask in it's glory. Okay that's too much basking, go home. I SAID GO HOME!

[nonegenderleftdrawg]

A new Pathfinder character for a game in the coming year. They're a minotaur skeleton haunted by a bunch of ghosts :D One of those ghosts may or may not be theirs. We'll figure that out later.

[coconut530]

BAD TECH CULT. BAD. 💛📦🗣️🪤🖤

[raetttriestowrite]

Snippet Saturday Sunday

Due to the woes of timezones, it cannot be Saturday when I post this (alas, it was not Saturday when @mirrorthoughts posted theirs and then tagged me) so it's Snippet Sunday!

Joe and Nicky join them on the street as soon as they're out of the building. The sight of his family covered in blood is not new, but it never gets any easier. Joe and Nicky are splashed with it, crimson freckles drying in arcs on their skin. Nile and Quynh are new to him, but wear their own blood like warpaint. Andy, though… Andy looks as strong and fierce as ever, but Booker still can't forget the sight of her bleeding, panicked and angry and afraid. Dying. If the situation were any less dire, Booker would pull her into his arms and never let go, track the beating of her heart beneath his palm. Nothing that lives, lives forever. God, the fact she heals is a miracle he will not soon forget, even if her familiar refrain will always haunt his thoughts. Give him one more day.

i'm going to tag @tkwritesdumbassassins and @frogwithapen though it's no pressure.

[whatswiththemustache]

List 5 things that make you happy, then put this in the askbox for the last 10 people who liked or reblogged something from you! Get to know your mutuals and followers ⭐️

Aww yay I love ask games! Thanks for sending this my way!!

For this assignment, I have decided to present my answers in a visual format. Enjoy a brief collage of images representing objects/sights/sensations/experiences that bring me unbridled joy:

Thanks for being here! :)

[aromanticasterisms]

"this event is cute but it has nothing to do with natlan" TO YOU. i understand the themes and messages

[deliciouspolls]

*Basically anything that isn't a typical farm animal: cow, pig or sheep. Not including birds or fish- might include that in a different poll.

(Obligatory Note: I'm American and this is based on what's overall unconventional to eat in the USA.)

Edit: To clarify just in case, I meant to have "None of these" mean "I've never tried any four legged creature that wasn't cow, pig, or sheep".

Edit 2: I live in an agricultural area. It appears this may have skewed my view on how frequently anything else is eaten. We have the Store and the Farm and that's it.

[tobiasdrake]

My favorite detail about Jurassic Park is that it has a baked-in justification for any and all retcons it might need to make due to paleontology advancing forwards.

Because there is not a single dinosaur that has ever appeared in Jurassic Park.

Not one. Not in the books. Not in the movies. Not ever.

"Now what John Hammond and InGen did at Jurassic Park was to create genetically engineered theme park monsters." ~Alan Grant

Grant says that in a moment of cynicism. It's part of his arc for the film. But it's not inaccurate. What Jurassic Park has, what it's always had since the very first novel, are "Mostly Dinosaurs".

"And since the DNA is so old, it's full of holes! Now, that's where our geneticists take over!" ~Mr. DNA

It's impossible to recover a fully intact gene sequence from an ancient amber mosquito. Cloning a pure dinosaur would have been completely impossible, and so the park filled in the gene sequence with whatever works. Frog. Lizard. Bird. Whatever they need to get the result they are trying to get.

Every single dinosaur is a chimeric beast made up of mostly dinosaur and a bunch of other stuff that some scientists thought would achieve the appropriate dinosaur-like result.

"Nothing in Jurassic World is natural! We have always filled gaps in the genome with the DNA of other animals. And if the genetic code was pure, many of them would look quite different." ~Dr. Henry Wu

Which, from a writing perspective, is fucking genius. Because now you have a preset excuse for each and every plot hole your movie has.

Like. Why don't the raptors have feathers? Because of the chimera DNA.

Why do dilophosaurs spit venom? Because of the chimera DNA.

Why do T-Rexes have movement based vision? Oh, they don't. But Rexy does. Because of her chimera DNA.

Why is the Spinosaurus so fucking big? Because of the chimera DNA.

Why are the velociraptors mislabeled? Because Hammond's a dipshit.

Like. I've always marveled at the way Jurassic Park started out by giving itself a blanket excuse to be wrong about every single thing it ever said about the central attraction of its franchise. It's honestly beautiful, and allows the series a degree of immortality well into the era where we know better about its animals.

[yeah-thats-probably-it]

Once again tumblr is silencing my voice by not letting me add more than 30 tags. Okay the rest of what I was going to say is that if you gave him an assignment that was simple and out of the way enough, even upstairs, he might be able to stick it out for a couple hours. Another factor that determines how long that might be is where this is happening. Is he at Brinkley Court? Then Aunt Dahlia and the other servants (whom he seems to be on good terms with) will cover for him. No matter what he screws up, “oh, that’s Barry! He’s just new here!” Jeeves might be able to work something similar at a different manor house (presuming Bertie’s face isn’t already known there) if he’s on good terms with any of the servants there. They might agree to take Bertie under their wing as a favor to Jeeves. It also depends on whether Jeeves himself is there to help him, whether they’re working in the same area of the house, and if they’re able to inconspicuously pull each other aside to confer.

In conclusion: can’t answer question, too many variables

[dravidious]

You're the most amazing

creature!

I also filled the other 5 color pairs with various frogs

[foldingfittedsheets]

I’ve always been a pretty good liar. As an adult I’ve come to a moral place in which I don’t use that skill set unless it will explicitly benefit someone. But when I was a kid all bets were off.

I think tiny child me was doing their little autistic best but recognized that some situations would be best navigated by lying as telling the truth never netted positive results. Whether it was because my needs often went unmet or ignored, or because I didn’t see any reason not to lie if it would be more favorable, I’m not sure.

This is the story of my proudest lie. The best lie I ever did. A lie that looking back I still go, damn, I was eight.

Our story begins in second grade. I was eight. My school was having a book fair and I spent my small stipend on Gulliver’s Travels. No idea why. Lacking further funds I wandered the fair and came upon the greatest sight known to man. Frog erasers. They were so cute and I was extremely into animals of all kinds.

The whimsy. Who could have known they made erasers in such wonderful shapes? I mourned that I’d spent my money already, and played quietly with the little frogs in their bin. That’s when I was approached by a few other kids from my class.

I didn’t know most of them very well, but enough that it was civil when they asked me, “Are you going to buy those frogs?”

“I’d like to,” I admitted, “but I spent all my money.”

“Why don’t you steal them?”

“I thought about that, but I don’t have pockets.” Indeed, stealing had crossed my mind but it had been a brief temptation. I wasn’t even scandalized that the other girls suggested it.

“Caitlin has pockets,” the leader of the pack said. And indeed, Caitlin in her purple overalls did have pocket space for two frogs. So Caitlin and I became partners. My role in the escapade was just... wanting frogs and walking out with her. We stole two frogs, a yellow and a purple, and united by the misdeed we played together with them at recess despite not really being friendly prior.

After lunch I was called from class to the library. The principal herself was there waiting for me. She had a somber air, almost mournful that she needed to punish me. It was self evident to me that I was here for frog crimes. Caitlin had cracked and taken the fastest route to forgiveness- snitching on an accomplice. Despite the fact that my role was just: wanted frogs, I knew I was going to be in trouble.

Now, I could have told the truth. Pulled a Caitlin and ratted on the girl who told us to steal them. But clearly I’d still be in trouble for having gone along with the morally bereft plan. I was mad at Caitlin for telling but not enough to foist the onus back into her.

“Do you know why you’re here?” The principal asked kindly.

“Is it about the frogs?”

“Yes, Caitlin told us you stole the frogs.”

I quivered my lip and drew myself up indignantly. “I didn’t steal them!”

She blinked at my vehemence but since I looked near tears she carefully asked, “What happened?”

“I really wanted the frogs, but I didn’t have any money. So I asked the librarian if I could take them and bring the money tomorrow! But she was really busy and lots of people were talking to her, and she said yes! But maybe she was saying yes to someone else? And I thought it was to me but Caitlin didn’t, but I was going to bring money tomorrow!”

The principal. Was flummoxed. This was a situation in which I clearly thought I’d done no wrong, in which she couldn’t prove I had done anything wrong, and which the librarian would almost certainly not be able to weigh in. She regarded me not with suspicion but rather vaguely confused as to how to handle me.

I got off with a slight warning that I should pay for things before taking them, despite not having been the one to take things in the first place, and the frogs were confiscated.

I was vaguely worried they’d call my parents but years later when I admitted the story to my mom as an adult she laughed herself sick and said she’d never gotten a call.

[falseficus]

bro how is my own pick losing in my own poll. werewolf/vampire warriors we have to rise up

saw a poll asking whether vampires or werewolves are sexier and thought there ought to be a distinction between sexy (i want to be them) and sexy (I want to fuck them)