#rocky the frog

[wish-ful-comics]

"Real Life Art Block"

Posted this out of order so the last arc could be together but anyways this is based on a conversation I had with my friend. But instead of saying, "What?" I said, "Oh shit, you right!" Because she is.

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[ID: Posted this out of order so the last arc could be together but anyways this is based on a conversation I had with my friend. But instead of saying, "What?" I said, "Oh shit, you right!" Because she is. End ID]

[stoopidsoupz]

Muppet paintings

[paingoes]

Rubies

Asking

“Aegre fero” here has a double meaning of “I’m sorry” and “It hurts”. Taking some license with the Latin I think. Forgive me.

(Content: living weapon whumpee, comfort!!!, crying, past trauma, conditioning, malnutrition mention, emotional whump, abuse mention, rocky recovery)

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Apollo readjusted the dials on the old receiver. He clicked in between the channels of the small device, listening in as best he could through the static. The sheer range of Galatea’s radio always impressed him. 

“-off the Western side now, escalating-“

“-running out of provisions! Just a reminder-“

“-tell Contra if she doesn’t fix her damn-“

“-worst summer in years, but not like-“

“-does anyone not need their kidney-“

Delta came out of his room, slipping quietly out into the hall. His short hair was hard to get used to. It was actually kind of curly when it wasn’t weighed down. Apollo thought it was cute. His expression was totally unreadable, but that was about typical for him. 

“Hey.” Apollo pulled one of the earbuds out. He didn’t move much beyond that. Delta had gotten comfortable enough that he didn’t feel the need to fuss after him nor the impulse to coax him out of hiding. It’d be better to stay still, not spook him too much.

Delta skirted the edge of the couch carefully and knelt down onto the carpet. He folded his arms on the cushion, resting his head down on top of them. It hid his face. Apollo took out the other earbud, leaning forward.

“You okay, bud?” Apollo’s eyebrows furrowed in concern. Delta hadn’t knelt for him in a while. He’d thought that he was getting out of the habit. Delta nodded, his face still buried in the cushion. Not speaking, but that was also to be expected.

“Do you want to sit up here?” Apollo offered, just in case he needed to be reminded that he was allowed to. He shook his head for no.

“…Okay. Let me know if you need anything, alright?” He only put one earbud back in. Delta spoke so softly, he didn’t want to miss it. He wasn’t going to force him to talk about it, if there was anything to talk about at all. Delta needed to do what made him feel safe. As odd as the behavior seemed to him, he wasn’t going to correct it. 

He turned his attention back to the radio, but kept his sights on Delta to see if there was any change. His eyes widened as he noticed the small hitches along his shoulders. He was definitely crying.

“Hey, hey.” Apollo put the radio aside on the couch, sliding down onto the floor. He touched Delta’s arm lightly, “C’mere.”

It was all the invitation he needed. Delta shifted off of the couch and into Apollo’s arms, burying his face in his chest. Small sobs wracked his body. Apollo was surprised at how silent he was being in spite of this. He made shushing noises reflexively, even though there was no sound. He felt the fabric of his shirt marginally tighten as Delta gripped it. 

“Aegre fero.” Delta’s voice wavered. It was only when he spoke that Apollo could hear just how much trouble he was having breathing. He carded his hands through his hair.

“It’s okay. Deep breaths, yeah? Four-seven-eight,” he said. Delta knew how. Apollo had caught him doing them alone before, unprompted. He was clearly used to being the only one to calm himself down. Apollo’s heart ached at the thought of him sitting up whenever they had kept him, forcing himself stable for somebody else’s sake. Still, he slowed his breathing, picking up the pattern. From where Delta was curled into his chest, he should’ve been able to hear it well. His shoulder blades gradually steadied. The shaking stopped. He didn’t let go.

“Do you…like when I play with your hair?” Apollo’s hands stilled. He realized he’d never actually gotten permission to touch it. He probably should have. Delta nodded slowly. His face was still hidden. Apollo continued to run his hands through it. It was very soft — and seemed to be a lot healthier than it had been when they’d first picked him up. He was proud of that, the way the malnutrition symptoms were gradually fading. He had missed cooking for people.

It took a while before Delta would pull away. His face was flushed when he did, eyes bleary. He looked down like he was ashamed. Apollo patted the couch cushion.

“Sit up, sweetheart.”

Delta climbed onto the couch, pulling his legs up to his chest. He was always more responsive when given direct orders. Apollo didn’t want to force him, but honestly, his joints couldn’t take any more time on the floor. He stood up himself, disappearing briefly to retrieve a cup of water. He brought back the burner phone too, passing both of them to Delta.

~

It was mortifying. When had he ever cried? He could count on one hand the number of times he had done it over the last two years. On two hands, he could count the last decade. Now it was like he couldn’t stop. He wasn’t supposed to behave like this. He had learned, so early on, that he was not supposed to behave like this.

It had felt so nice to be held for a second.

Mortifying.

Apollo sat back down on the couch and opened the IRC program. The burner phone buzzed in Delta’s hand. He unlocked it.

sunspot: Hey

nodiving: hi

nodiving: sorry

sunspot: Do you want to talk about it?

nodiving: i dont know

nodiving: i dont know whats wrong with me

nodiving: im not supposed to be like this

sunspot: Be like what?

nodiving: pathetic

sunspot: Why do you think it’s pathetic?

nodiving: because it is

“That’s circular logic,” Apollo said aloud. Delta typed faster.

nodiving: im not supposed to need anything and i usually dont

nodiving: now i have to keep bothering you for everything even things that dont matter

nodiving: im sorry

He began to type something else, but couldn’t bring himself to. He knew he should be punished for it. For having the audacity to even take notice of the emotion, let alone make it someone else’s problem. He should’ve just stayed in his room until it passed. 

sunspot: Everyone needs things. 

sunspot: I’ve been telling you this entire time to please come to me if you need anything

sunspot: Thank you for trusting me enough to take me up on that

Delta blushed, his fingers idle about the device. Apollo looked him up and down.

“When you say ‘things that don’t matter’,” he ventured cautiously, “You mean your own feelings?”

Feelings. The word itself sounded childish to him. He was supposed to be above it, as cold and mechanical as they’d trained him to be. But his skin was still damp where he’d been crying. It was a little late for that.

He nodded. Apollo couldn’t be mad at him for it; Delta already acknowledged their own worthlessness. It wasn’t a lie.

“Okay,” Apollo said softly, “I understand why you would think that. Nobody’s had much regard for them throughout your life. But it’s not true. Your feelings do matter. It was wrong for anybody to make you feel like they didn’t.”

No they don’t. Delta hid his face in his hands. He shouldn’t need this. He recoiled from the words as if they had burned him. No they don’t.

“I know you might not believe me right now. That’s okay. I’m still really proud of you for coming to me with this instead of trying to deal with it alone. Even if you think it’s not important, I still want to know what you’re feeling. It matters to me.”

Awful.

“Delta?”

“Yes, sir.” He nodded, showing he had heard. Not that he agreed, just that he’d heard.

Apollo paused while he caught his breath. It took a lot of effort to try and recover from what he’d just said. It still burned.

“Do you want to try?” Apollo encouraged.

Delta nodded, picking the phone back up. He typed slowly and decisively.

nodiving: nothing caused it

nodiving: im just sad

“Thank you. That’s a really good start, Delta. I know you’re not…used to talking. So maybe you don’t have all the vocabulary you need for it right now?”

Delta’s eyes narrowed at that, the mention of vocabulary. He wasn’t stupid. He read books.

“Oh, don’t look at me like that. I know you’re smart.” Apollo raised his hands in mock surrender. “Your technical skill is advanced. You’re great at arguing. I know. All I’m saying is that you probably don’t have a lot of practice talking about this kind of thing. It might be difficult at first. And that has nothing to do with your intellect.”

That was objectively true. He had no idea what to describe what was happening to him, not with all the words he knew. He thought of the one that had shocked him most when they first suggested it. Abuse. He knew the definition. He did not see how it could slot into his life. Many of the words they used triggered that same uneasy feeling in him. Chess-piece. Feelings. Love. 

Most days, he could barely talk at all.

“I’m...gonna get you some CBT workbooks or something. We can work on it more later. Is there anything you need for right now though? Anything that normally helps?”

He didn’t know anything that would help. He’d never felt like this before. Whatever it was, it seemed like it was receding. The mood had passed.

He realized that crying might’ve helped. Touch. Talking. All the things he’d never been allowed before. All the things he thought he didn’t need.

Mortifying.

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@catnykit @snakebites-and-ink @vivulapom @scoundrelwithboba @whatwhump

@pumpkin-spice-whump @deluxewhump @fuckass1000 @fuckcapitalismasshole @defire

@micechomper @writereleaserepeat @aloafofbreadwithanxiety

[averyspoopedcorgi]

that new unit huh

[that-theaven]

Which couple should I draw?

[weirdly-specific-but-ok]

the rocky horror picture show but i don't know anything at all.

Okay. So. Um. This is what occured.

The Rocky Horror Picture Show was mentioned.

I asked if it was the thing they reenacted in Perks of Being a Wallflower. I was not answered.

I asked if it was a play or a movie or a thing like the Mormon stuff.

I couldn't remember the name of the Mormon thing for a while. No one helped me out.

It was Monty Python, not Mormons.

Apparently it's not like that, anyway.

I said Rocky was a movie, wasn't it.

No. Apparently I was thinking about Rambo. Fine, so I made a mistake.

They both started with R. And Mormons and Monty both start with Mo.

There are transgender aliens. And The Rocky Horror Show was a play but they snuck in Picture for the movie.

WHY IS EVERYONE ON THE SERVER DIGGING THEIR GRAVES I MADE AN HONEST MISTAKE.

Then Cali asked if Elmo was involved.

I asked if Kermit was part of it if Elmo was (well, I said frog guy, I forgot his name). Apparently Kermit is a muppet.

And apparently Muppets are not the same as Sesame Street.

And neither are involved with the Rocky Show thing.

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA.

[lovinglampcalzonepalace]

[bestmusicalworldcup]

A previous version of this poll had an error and will not be counted.

[sunshine-and-hatred]

I’ve never bought something so fast in my entire fucking l i f e

[snackfanaticsf]

The water that turned the freaking frogs gay

[wish-ful-comics]

"Art Show Pt. 2" I've been watching lots of early 2000s cartoons lately. I'm starting to sound like a valley girl.

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[ID: A four panel colored comic in a light blue room with white floors. The first panel is a close up of Christabol smiling wide with his eyes closed and pincher raised saying "Good morning every--". The second panel is of him opening his eyes looking shocked and frowning. The third is Strawberry and Rocky sitting on opposite ends of a light brown table in brown square chairs. Strawberry is working on her tablet and Rocky is drawing with some pages of colorful squiggles set next to zir and crumpled up paper on the floor by zir. Both look angry and have dark circles under their eyes. Off screen, Christabol asks, "Did you even sleep!?!", to which Rocky and Strawberry say, "No." Rocky then says, "We need to work on our art show." The last panel is Christabol saying off screen, "But... that's bad!", to which Strawberry replies with her tablet pencil pointed at him, "Listen, Christabol, pain is temporary. GPA is forever!". Rocky says, "Yeah, Christabol!" Greg is under the table smiling and holding a paper with a blue frowny face in his mouth. End ID]

[kite33]

wife has requested i keep the minecraft server turned off during the day because she got so into it that she's falling behind in her schoolwork

[fly-on-my-sweet-angel]

Blue in Films

Ghostbusters (2016) dir. Paul Feig Lilo and Stitch (2002) dir. Chris Sanders Mulan (1998) dir. Tony Bancroft The Little Mermaid II: Return To The Sea (2000) dir. Jim Kammerud Percy Jackson and the Sea of Monsters (2013) dir. Thor Freudenthal The Princess and the Frog (2010) dir. John Musker Rocky Horror Picture Show (1975) dir. Jim Sharman X-Men: Days of Future Past (2014) dir. Bryan Singer Suicide Squad (2016) dir. David Ayer Wolf Creek (2005) dir. Greg McLean

[kingthedumb]

heres the thread of all my stuff that i have on etsy that i warned y'all about

STICKERS

PRINTS

Mettaton is a LIMITED RUN! Once i sell out, it's gone forever!

Get them while you can.

EMOTES

[regaliasonata]

Adam: Fire isn't dangerous, the burning state of it's physical existence only rages on when threatened...however once this is fully realized we can turn it into the perfect tool. Give me a lighter Rocky. *holds frog plush in menacing embrace*

Rocky: I'm terrified right now.

[hollypies]

I'm so sorry bestie!!!! I know there's not much that can help with something like that but I hope you're able to find things to distract yourself as you deal with this and remember that we love you sm!!

I don't know if it'll cheer you up but something I found out and really liked is that strawberry poison dart frogs are sometimes called blue jean frogs because they can have patterning on their legs that make it look like they're wearing jeans!!

Hi sorry!! I took a bit of a break! I'm feeling better now, at least functional.

Thanks for the frogs and support I really needed it ^^💗

And yess strawberry poison dart frogs are so so cool and they do indeed look like they're wearing pants !! They're just cool like that !

I love you all too, mwah !