#the croaking spoilers

[lolabearwrites]

the croaking ramble. Spoilers for s3 ep245

omg. OMG OMG IT WAS A LIE THE EGG ISN'T REAL????? WHAT

WHAT

my poor baby scra, he is fucking shattered 😭HE was an ORPHAN, and HE was going to rescue a ORPHAN EGG. BUT NOPE IT'S NOT REAL WTF WTF WTF OMG???????????

i was really looking forward to seeing Ky and Scra start to prepare for a baby of their own, and just navigate their way through parenthood, this chapter was truly so heartbreaking, i cant imagine how scra feels! 😭😭

I really loved how protective Ky was of Scra and the egg tho, hwdbehfb love him <3 best boi <3 best character <3

i am hoping that scra pulls an Anastasia tho once he goes to the Raven hideout and hopefully learns about his heritage

10/10 chapter even if it broke me a little 🫠

[frog-inthebog]

[4me2knowandyou2wonder]

HELLO IT IS I! THE ANON FROM 3 YEARS AGO!!!

And oh my god I can’t believe I was right. It was actually intentional.

the story that inspired this ask was that I was telling a friend about this story and she asked if it was called “the croaking” or “the crow king” and I realized that they sounded too perfectly similar.

The fact that I guessed the 3 year reveal is joyful enough, but the fact that the reply was *shrug* is even better LMAO!!! Good respond. I didn’t suspect a THING!

You don’t understand how I RAN to my friend to tell her we’d guessed it when the episode came out. 10/10 would spew about how ‘the croaking’ sounds like ‘the crow king’ again.

Are you aware that 'the croaking' sounds almost identical to 'the crow king'. Was this intentional or a happy accident?

*shrug*

[jubilly]

x-men 97 season 2

[heavensmortuary]

my only nitpick with The Boy And The Heron is that the Heron should have remained a scaryass tooth beast the entire movie

[thequeenofmyownscreen]

I know I say this a lot, but the caption team are amazing :

[abyssalreds]

gege really be pulling out anyone to throw against sukuna huh 😭

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

family portrait for @thedeafprophet 's OCs!

top to bottom left to right is:

Buttons, Sweets

Alex

The Hybrid, Penny, and Johnny Croak +frog!

i love this father

[exocynraku]

riverstars home spoilers below /// (NOT under cut, 5 images) .

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riverstars home spoilers above /// (NOT under cut, 5 images)

[itgr]

States at you or smth (happy birthday ky cedoc you little cunt (affectionate) have a rushed doodle + my attempt at drawing his wings)

[Character from the Croaking by @megjgrey ]

[lolabearwrites]

Latest croaking update ramble. Spoilers for s3.

1. Okay! We finally learned what the egg was! And Raven lore drop??? AHHHH

2. Uncle Eldwode I luv u, pls pls PLS don't turn out to be a bad guy :(

3. The gang is getting split up??? Ajdyduddjsueud, sad :( but also excited to see more Crow Lords/crow noble families since I assume Uncle is taking us there! And Ky & Scra bonding??? Ugh, them planning for a baby??? 😭💔 That will be cutest fluffest shit all right 😭

4. What are Ree and Farrah going to get up to I wonder. 🤔 With Ky and Scra out of the picture for the time being they're rlly only going to have each other for the next 5 years.

I genuinely can't tell if they'll get back together or not and I actually really like that! I think they still rlly care about each other, but could they make romance work again? Would they even be willing to try?

5. I sense a time skip. Not in rn, but in the near future

[frog-inthebog]

this parallel with final resting place is killing me

[shawolsos]

Way really is just a Severus Snape dupe huh

[malulurivers]

Searching for Frogs | Zelda x GN!Reader

Word count: 1.5k~ Warnings: frog described affectionately as round, spherical and chunky (as well as stinky); technically unsafe handling of frogs (but this is a fictional world, so bear with)

AN: because I love my girl and I love frogs! it took a lot of effort for me to refrain from naming this frog Boggy.

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the grey heavens opened. at first there were a few heavy droplets, but they quickly lightened into a foggy drizzle. you pulled up your hood, trying to shelter the handwritten journal Zelda had handed to you. but as she pulled ahead, levering her hand to the sky with a glowing smile, you realised why the pages were so crumpled.

"finally! we're in luck, y/n!" she called over the breeze that had picked up slightly.

"we are?"

she nodded vigorously. "we're frog-hunting, remember? and this," she gestured to the arguably grim weather, "is exactly what we want!"

she skipped further ahead, towards the edge of a nearby pond. the surface was dappled with ripples, silvered from mirroring the clouds. you flicked through the journal, landing on a page marked with a woven stripe of leather twine. titled 'tireless frog,' Zelda's calligraphic handwriting swept across the paper. she had clearly detailed its habitat, appearance, diet, and more. her theories lined the edges in a thinner pen, mainly on the species' innate stamina-related properties.

the words sounded all too familiar—they resembled the ones she'd mused to you on the way up the ridge. she'd been so animated then, talking so much that she very nearly forgot to take a breath now and again. it didn't matter if you didn't understand some of the more scientific things she spoke about, you always listened intently.

her excitement was practically tangible now, and you couldn't help but smile as she peered carefully into some bushes. tucking the journal into your pocket, you joined her at the pondside. "they like the rain, huh?"

she hummed, straightening herself as well as her satchel. "there aren't any in the bushes..." her crown was decorated with droplets, loose locks of hair beginning to stick to her forehead. but as she turned to you, her grin couldn't be any bigger. "we're going to find one today, I'm sure of it!"

you tucked her hair behind her ear, before gently pulling the hood of her coat to cover her head. "I know we will."

she rolled her eyes at you playfully, but when you cupped her cheek, she leant into your touch.

"don't want you catching a cold," you said warmly, running the pad of your thumb across her skin. her skin was mottled with rain and pink from the cold, but still smooth to the touch.

it was if your hand was made to hold her. her fingers slipped between your own with ease as she gently eased your palm from her cheek. your hands fit together perfectly.

"I think it's going to take a little more than some rain to stop me." she insisted. "did I tell you about the time when I single-handedly held off a creature of pure malice for 100 years?"

you searched her eyes her carefully. it wasn't often she mentioned her direct involvement with the Calamity. but there seemed to be a smile on her lips, still. "I think I've heard the legend before, maybe," you chuckled.

"do you want to hear it again?"

it took you a moment, but there was no doubt about it: she was teasing.

your thoughts flashed back to the dark nights, the quiet ones, where Zelda had clutched onto your hand so tight she'd turned her knuckles white. the ones where she'd spiralled, spilling blame all over herself.

that Zelda morphed into the one that stood before you. the one with a resilient gaze, her head tipped higher than she'd dared before. she was joking. about it.

your heart swelled, squeezing her fingers. "no need, I understand. rain's got nothing on a hero."

her chuffed expression morphed into a flustered blush which she immediately tried to shield from you. letting go of your hand, she turned back to the pond. "the frogs are this way!"

in two steps she was shin-deep in murky water. with only mild hesitation, you were right behind her. icy cold drenched your feet in an instant, your leather boots well worn and offering little protection against the temperature. Zelda only seemed mindful in her step so not to slip, and remained completely unfazed by the cold.

keeping an eye on her as best you could, you aided her search. "so, how long are we going to hold onto one?"

she tutted, scouring the surface for any sign of movement. "only for a brief moment! now be careful, they're quite skittish..."

"how do we decide which one to take? is there a specific thing you're after...? ooh!" you pointed to a ripple of movement off to the left. "was that one?"

instantly Zelda was making her way across the pond. "we choose one that's easy to catch. one which is a solid specimen, of course."

you nodded knowingly. it was a lie of course. "oh yes, of course... and a good specimen looks like...?"

"a good specimen is... very..." Zelda thought for a moment. "round."

"round?" you echoed, spluttering into laughter. "oh that's brilliant! i love spherical animals! spherical frogs sound—you should've said that sooner!"

Zelda scoffed, about to argue that you should be interested in the frogs regardless of their chunkiness, until she spotted one. the princess' hands could very well have cracked like a whip by how fast they darted into the water. before you could be startled, in her palms was a wiggling frog. and yes, he was positively rotund. "aha!"

you were speechless, simply watching with wide eyes as she began to lead the way out of the pond.

"I know, sir, this is rather sudden. I do apologise for this impromptu excursion! I assure you that you will be back in your pond in no time."

it took you a moment to realise she was talking to the frog.

boots meeting unsubmerged grass once more, you grimaced at the cold sensation seeping into your feet. but before you could think about it any longer, Zelda called for you. "y/n, do you mind getting the pen out of my satchel? my hands are occupied with this little one."

you sprung into action, rummaging through the bag. glancing up, you had meant to catch Zelda's eye to compliment her on her accomplishment. however, you met the frog's eyes instead. they were a bright amber, and ever so slightly turned outwards away from one another. you giggled. it was quite endearing. "he's no longer wriggling!"

Zelda admired the creature's webbed feet with soft delight. "no, he's being very well behaved."

the frog blinked slowly, letting out a single long croak. his throat engorged, giving him the appearance of a balloon. pulling the small wooden cage out of her bag, you pouted. "he's adorable. he needs a name."

"absolutely not!"

"why not?!"

"I should've known you'd get attached." she shook her head, brushing her shoulder into yours. she quickly plopped the frog inside the holding pen and latched the little gate closed. the creature sat still for a moment, before beginning to have a little waddle around. "we're not keeping him."

you pouted even more, gesturing to the frog who appeared to be quite content. "but—!"

"no buts!" Zelda pressed a playful kiss to the tip of your nose. it worked like clockwork, your cheeks heating up as you sighed a bittersweet 'fine.'

her lips did crumple though, feeling a little bad for your poor heart. she glanced at the frog, who croaked pleasantly as if on cue. he was very cute. very relaxed. very round.

"come on, y/n, I need your help recording my findings. I can't feed him while writing things down."

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later that day, you'd left your boots and cloaks to dry by the fireplace. and now, on the table not too far from the warmth, was a glass terrarium filled partially with water. Zelda was focused, adding some moss and a small fern.

you meanwhile gazed at your frog, sitting patiently in the wooden cage. "what crimes did you commit, Mr Pickle?" you mused.

Zelda sighed, not looking away from the glass. "none! he's going to get a lovely new home that's going to mimic his natural habitat perfectly! he's going to be well fed and become even more rotund as all frogs should be."

"I know, I know, I'm only joking," you chuckled, cocking your head at Pickle. "all that food and space, all to yourself." you tutted. "what did you do, stinky man? to deserve solitary confinement?"

"don't call him that!" Zelda whined. "he's not stinky! he just has a protective layer of mucus that makes him smell very earthy! it's not his fault!"

you would've responded, doubling down on your affectionate teasing of your new friend. but you were too busy mulling a new thought over in your head.

"Zelda..."

"what?"

"he's going to be all on his own."

for a moment, only the crackling in the hearth could be heard.

"y/n, we are not getting another frog—!"

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masterlist | buy me a hot chocolate <3

[craseycazy]

percy and his mom would NOT listen to olivia rodrigo you stupid motherfuckers (Disney) they listen to green day and linkin park and ska fuck you

[heavensmortuary]

Hope is a thing with feathers

Trigun Maximum, Aggressively Happy by Joy Clarkson, Bird Shot Down by anonymous, Trigun Maximum, The Real Thing by Faith No More, Trigun Maximum, Black Sun by Death Cab For Cutie, Elephant by Boâ, Trigun Maximum, Hope Is A Thing With Feathers by Emily Dickinson