#not in my swamp

[bo-bo-bean]

[roppiepop]

Typical role dustribution

[our-lord-little-toad]

Ah. I see. A scholar has arrived. A man of science. A learned individual, stepping into my humble swamp to inform me, a mere toad, that my war is unjust. That I have conflated the matters of soul and spirit, of fear and loathing, of right and wrong. That I have failed in my sacred duty of categorization.

You bring me phylogeny. You bring me taxonomy. You bring me reason. But tell me this, doctor—when I awake in the dead of night, throat dry, heart pounding, eyes burning from the image of a slick, grinning amphibian staring at me from the abyss… will your science protect me then?

I do not wage this war lightly. I do not make these claims with reckless abandon. No, sir. I have seen things. I have known things. I have looked into the wretched, lawless soul of the Anuran menace and found it wanting.

And yet, despite all this, you ask me to open my arms and welcome these creatures into my heart? You ask me to reconsider, to reevaluate my position? To, what, allow the microhylids safe passage? To grant the bufonids a conditional truce?

No. I will not. My mind is made. My war is just. My path is clear.

But I will give you this, doctor—I respect the courage it takes to stand before me and present your case. I admire your willingness to speak truth, even if that truth is fundamentally incorrect. I will take your words into consideration. I will ponder them deeply. And then…

I will continue to loathe frogs with my whole, undivided soul.

Good day, sir.

Ah. I see. A scholar has arrived. A man of science. A learned individual, stepping into my humble swamp to inform me, a mere toad, that my war is unjust. That I have conflated the matters of soul and spirit, of fear and loathing, of right and wrong. That I have failed in my sacred duty of categorization.

You bring me phylogeny. You bring me taxonomy. You bring me reason. But tell me this, doctor—when I awake in the dead of night, throat dry, heart pounding, eyes burning from the image of a slick, grinning amphibian staring at me from the abyss… will your science protect me then?

I do not wage this war lightly. I do not make these claims with reckless abandon. No, sir. I have seen things. I have known things. I have looked into the wretched, lawless soul of the Anuran menace and found it wanting.

And yet, despite all this, you ask me to open my arms and welcome these creatures into my heart? You ask me to reconsider, to reevaluate my position? To, what, allow the microhylids safe passage? To grant the bufonids a conditional truce?

No. I will not. My mind is made. My war is just. My path is clear.

But I will give you this, doctor—I respect the courage it takes to stand before me and present your case. I admire your willingness to speak truth, even if that truth is fundamentally incorrect. I will take your words into consideration. I will ponder them deeply. And then…

I will continue to loathe frogs with my whole, undivided soul.

Good day, sir.

I CANNOT BELIEVE I HAVE TO SAY THIS AGAIN.

TOADS. ARE. NOT. FROGS.

If you walk up to me, look me in my warty little eyes, and say, “Aren’t toads just frogs?”—I WILL SCREAM. I will scream so loud the swamp will tremble. The audacity. The ignorance. The absolute frog-washed brainrot it must take to utter such blasphemy.

Let me make this crystal clear for the people in the back (and for the frogs who pretend they don’t hear me):

Do frogs have warts? No.

Do frogs survive in the harsh, dry lands while their slimy cousins shrivel up in the sun? No.

Do frogs understand struggle? The weight of existence? The burden of being TOUGH? Absolutely not.

Frogs are soft. Frogs are pampered. Frogs think they’re the main characters when they’re barely side notes in the great story of the swamp.

TOADS, however? We endure. We persevere. We do not hop for attention; we WALK with PURPOSE. We are the backbone of the amphibian world, and yet we are constantly disrespected by people who lump us in with those jumping, waterlogged, algae-brained buffoons.

I am TIRED. I am ENRAGED. I will NOT be silenced.

Toads > Frogs. Forever. Do not test me on this.

# # #toadvsthefrogagenda # #toadlife #dontcompareme #geteducated #truthhurts #rant #angry #notahoppingslimeball #realtalk

[ladyxgaga]

Lady Gaga and Doechii at The Super Bowl LIX, 10th February 2025

[minpage]

Returning from my hibernation with another drawing of Lestat!

[wombywoo]

cleaned up

[brokenmusicboxwolfe]

https://ko-fi.com/brokenmusicbox

[dinojay-art]

Charmy's age

[mako-the-zora]

im slowly making designs for all of the toons, here's the minish cap cuz im playing it rn lol

[faeturtle]

She is complete….! Really loved inking this one

[s-u-w-i]

First three inktober requests! 🦇 Vampire Grandma and her familiar for lotee.o and @sythesizeher Holmes&Watson as burglars for nearlyartistic and shortandnotblonde Young Sam Vimes & the swamp dragons for @usuallysublimepenguin and @hollow-head (who asked for crocodiles but hopefully these guys will be acceptable too)

[nepherit]

Another Raphael in fancy outfit for the Nine Hells fashion collection 🤣

This one has some of my favorite things: lot of draping fabric ✔️ghost forest/swamp ✔️ eerie atmosphere ✔️ purple and green 💜💚

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Five foot something and he's royalty.

[pandadrake]

Okay future boy. They should hang out.

(Jefferson completely absorbing everything his Spider-man says is peak. Miles, all your dad wants is to listen to you. Water you doin'?)

[zovie9638]

part 22

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[shadesofmauve]

So D&D black dragons are supposed to live in swamps, right? Pretty amphibious, live in swamps, lair in...

caves. With a main entrance and a back entrance.

In swamps.

I really have trouble with the idea that there's these dragon-sized caves in an area with such a high water table, y'know? We have to go through miles of swamp to reach this lair, it's not one little boggy place in a mountain valley otherwise filled with nice caves. And the cave has to have two entrances, too? I can believe in dragons, but not this geology.

So... maybe it's not geology. Because a lair in a marshy place with exacting design specifications sounds a lot like a totally natural thing --

A beaver lodge.

So now I have this new image of black dragons industriously gnawing down giant trees to construct their mighty swamp lairs, and I am so much happier.