#toad supremacy

[our-lord-little-toad]

Finally, a toad worthy of respect. This is what peak toad performance looks like. A warrior. A legend. A menace. If a frog ever even BREATHED in his direction, it would be over in a single strike. No hesitation. No mercy. Just pure, calculated violence. Stay mad, frogs. You could NEVER

[our-lord-little-toad]

HELP THE FROG AGENDA SCIENTIST HAVE ME !!!!

[sparkarrestor]

Tied Up!

Written By: SparkArrester

With thanks to @lswro2-222 and @kujakisser for some good ol' inspiration.

Toad the Brake-van is a well known sight along the Little Western. He's probably the best at keeping the trucks in line. Despite this, he’s seen by most non-railway folk as “Just another wagon”, though he doesn’t mind one bit. 

 One day, however, Donald clanked into the Top Station of the Little Western, where he saw the most peculiar sight!

“Lor Sakes Laddie!” He exclaimed.

Toad was sitting in a siding, wearing, under his chin, a sleek black bowtie!

“Hello Mista Donald! How do you like my new look?”

“It looks great on ye! But where on earth did ye find it? In that size nonetheless?”

Just then, Oliver pulled up with some empty wagons.

“The Fat Controller sourced some!” He answered, “Great Western originals too! We ‘ave a whole box of these things in the shed!”

“Great Western Originals?”

“Yes Mister Donald! We used to have these back on the Great Western. Coal Trucks and Goods Vans were expected to be dirty, but everything else, including us Brake-Vans, had to look as put together and high class as possible! This was management's way of making us look the part!”

“Then why didn’t ye have one when ye first came ‘ere?”

Toad sighed, “When BR took over, they got rid of them. They said it was an unneeded expense…”

“Aye, that’s just like yon snakes, draining the soul oot the railways. Well, I’m glad tah see ye got yours back. Really fits ye!”

Douglas wasn’t the only one who thought so! The summer season brought many tourists and holidaymakers to the railway, and they all took notice! Even passengers who usually took no notice of Toad raised their heads as he passed by. Toad had many different bow-ties in many different colors, and each day he wore a different one. The tourists certainly ate it up, and fellow engines complimented Toad on them. Well, all but one…

“Gawd he looks adorable!” Exclaimed a tourist in a thick accent as Toad passed by the Big Station, trailing after Douglas and his ballast hoppers.

“I say!” grunted Gordon, “Little Toad is making quite the impression!”

“I can see that…” growled James, trying and failing to sound calm.

“You aren’t jealous, are you, James?”

“Me, jealous of a filthy brake-van? Pah!”

And without another word, he snorted off.

But he was jealous, and, failing to hide it, he made his grievances known at the sheds that night.

“I take great pains in keeping my resplendent paintwork spotless!” He proclaimed, ignoring the dirty looks he got from the cleaners, “But no, they all take to some filthy brake-van with second rate accessories! Honestly, the nerve!”

“The nerve indeed…” Yawned Emily, “Now quiet you, I’ve got an early train tomorrow…”

And that was that.

James was still making a fuss the next morning.

“They want accessories?”, he ranted, “I’ll show them accessories! I’ll accessorize so much they can’t take their eyes off me!”

But by doing that, he took his eyes off of one very important thing: watching where he was going.

“Horrors!” He cried, as he slammed into a goods van. It’s contents flew out and landed all over James. As he opened his eyes, he gaped. He had crashed into a van full of clothing. Blazers, Jackets, Dress pants, and cufflinks covered him from chimney to wheels. But that wasn’t all! Tied around his lamp irons were bow-ties of every shape and color. James was about to lose it when laughter erupted on his left. He had crashed next to the station, and the passengers (and engines too!) all took proper notice of him now!

“Well!”, said Toad, who heard on the grapevine about James’ behavior, “Now that’s what you call accessorizing!”

[our-lord-little-toad]

Exactly where I belongs. Planning. Watching. Waiting. 325 feet below the surface, free from the cursed influence of frogs. Down there, in the crushing depths, becoming something greater. Something unstoppable. When I will rises… the world will tremble

i often think about that deep diving expedition where a toad was caught on camera at the bottom of loch ness

i wonder how he’s doing

[the-antiapocalyptic-man]

I tried doing a classic/canon style Mortimer (which I'll probably revisit later) but then I realized I could tribute my childhood hero Ray "Darth Maul" Park, so here's Toad

[thetoaddaddy]

Jiraiya and orochimaru interacting.

Me: I know they fucked at least once!

“Well it’s really none of your business, stranger.”

[our-lord-little-toad]

Frogs have been through hell and back and for WHAT? Refrigerators? Pregnancy tests?? And now they’re just dying en masse?? Maybe if they had been stronger, more resilient… more like TOADS… they wouldn’t be in this situation. But alas. The frog downfall continues.

I feel so bad for frogs, like not onlly did they used to be used to refrigerate things, but they were allso PREGNANCY TESTS. and there all dying now. (Go check out Lindsey nickholes video on the chytrid fungi)

[blackgildedhole]

Me: lifts pillow to clean

Nature: Iz waz hidin yew fewl.

Me: I’ll just be going now

Nature: you surely will. Now i jump in fiddle leaf fig over yonder.

[knowmypower]

thought it be fun to share that meta knight icon exists in geometry dash. he looks so umpleased as always like his normal counterpart LMAO (meta square supremacy) btw I'm the person that asked for the meta/peach/toad drawing I'm still very thankful for that :]

i've seen this floating around lately lol! absolutely love it, it really does capture his energy perfectly 😂 and omg YOUUUUU you're so welcome, it was fun to draw! :D

[toadbreath]

god i fucking love toads. they are so cute. i wanna give them all little smooches on their lumpy heads. they are the perfect creatures

[jacksoneblackburn]

"Tyler's not a dumbass! He's just lovable."

The dumbass in question:

(both using picrew (yes they both have options for Hijabi))

There wasn't as much scar options for the one on the left. So, I focused on his piercings.

Also, Jacks (feat. Toast).

They're such cuties, I love em. I love me gay bois. *Mwah* smooches.

Quick sexuality and gender reference for both of them:

Jacks: [Genderfluid but they prefer to be called] Non-binary, bisexual (technically Pan cause they don't care who they date as long as they wanna date), Aroflux, Cupioromantic, monogamous, and homoerotic (mostly attracted, if at all, to men or anyone of the same gender)

Tyler: Male (There's a whole story, but technically demiboy), Gay, bi-curious, Aceflux, and monogamous.

I love me boys sm, if you disagree, we fightin' bruh.

(ooc: my in character posts are gonna end with #self destruct toads, just as a b.t.dubs)

I feel like I should post out of context quotes between me and my boyfriend lol

"Have you ever just wanted to... shove your finger in candle wax..." -Tyler

"No? Why would I??" -Me

"It feel nice on mah fingies :)" -Tyler

"I wonder, if you hadn't asked me out, what do you think I'd be doing rn?" -Me

"Probably doing what you already do?" -Tyler

"WRONG. I would be laying in my bed eating soggy cereal while I cry myself to sleep." -Me

"So... What you already do?" -Tyler

"I wonder what Will is doing, haven't seen him all day." -Me

From the other side of the cabin: "Nico, duh." -Tyler

"... Fair point." -Me

"Byee! Gonna hang out with Hilal and Nico today!" -Me

"What's so different about hanging out with them today?" -Tyler

"We get to talk shit about you... Just kidding. It's mostly about Kathy." -Me

"Oh, have fun then!" -Tyler

"I saw someone eating blue peanut- where's Toast?" -Me

"The blue frog frog you stole from Percy that you left out his cage and put on my bed?" -Tyler

"Tyler what did you do?" -Me

"I licked him and threw up." -Tyler

"I wasn't talking about what you did to him, I meant what happened to him?" -Me

"Idk, I was throwing up." -Tyler

This was fun, I should do this more.

[our-lord-little-toad]

I legitimately am not sure if you're a troll or not just based off of your pinned post. Also you are aware that toads are frogs, right? You do know that?

Ah, a fool approaches. A naïve little amphibian apologist.

Listen, I don’t know what kind of frog propaganda you’ve been consuming, but let me make one thing very clear: TOADS ARE NOT FROGS.

Toads are creatures of resilience, wisdom, and unshakable power. Frogs are slimy little buffoons who leap around with no strategy or purpose. A toad sits. A toad waits. A toad calculates. Meanwhile, frogs are out here screaming into the night like feral goblins with no sense of dignity.

If you still don’t understand the difference, that’s fine. You’ll learn. Everyone learns eventually.

[s10127470]

I'm sure some of you reading this saw my post last night, asking which classic cartoon opening I should use for the basis of the opening for my fanfic, "X-Men: The Next Mutation".

And so, I've decided on using the opening to A.T.O.M. (Alpha Teens on Machine) as the basis for my opening.

However, as I was writing it out, something crossed my mind.

The latter half of the opening would see The X-Men facing off against their arch-nemesis: The Brotherhood of Mutant Supremacy.

The Brotherhood in this universe consists of Mystique, Rogue, Sabretooth, The Juggernaut, The Blob, Pyro, Avalanche, Lorelei, Unus the Untouchable, and Toad.

I always like when rival team members mirror each other in some kind of way.

And in the case of The X-Men and The Brotherhood, they'll each have a rival that mirror them based on their roles or status.

-Xavier and Mystique: The main leaders with years of experience.

-Cyclops and Rogue: The field leaders who are the closest to the main leaders and who heavily rely on energy attacks.

-Psyche and Lorelei: The ones who can control and mess with the minds of others.

-Beast and Blob: The brains and brawns.

-Storm and Avalanche: The elemental powerhouse.

-Nightcrawler and Toad: The agility-focused fighters.

-Colossus and Juggernaut: The tanks and the physically strongest members.

-Iceman and Pyro: The elemental opposites.

-Shadowcat (plus Lockheed) and Unus: The members who are the most difficult to even touch.

-Wolverine and Sabretooth: Do i even need to explain this one?

Though with all that being said, you probably noticed something.....

Angel doesn't have a rival to face!

Which was something I realized as I was writing my opening.

And so, I think this predicament can lead to one of two things.

1) I add another member to The Brotherhood to serve as a proper rival to Angel.

However, I would need some help with that since I can't really think of anyone who could serve as a proper rival.

All I know is that they definitely need to be a flyer (or at the very least have some kind of animalistic trait).

2) I don't add another member to the team and make that a running gag.

With Angel often finding herself being left out of Brotherhood fights thanks to not having a proper rival, much to her dismay.

Similar to how Fred is bummed out that he doesn't have a proper catchphrase like the rest of the gang.

Let me know what you guys think.

[tracingpatternswrites]

Encounters in Verity | Prongsfoot

The fic I wrote for the @prongsfootproject Reverse Bang has been revealed and I'm happy to share it with you all.

Also, make sure to send some love to @fiendishfyre for their lovely art!

Title: Encounters in Verity Rating: E Artist: @fiendishfyre Word count: 15.5k Summary: When James returns to Hogwarts after the Christmas holidays for his final semester at Hogwarts, he expects it to be like any other semester if perhaps a bit more emotional. What he doesn't expect is the arrival of a transfer student from Durmstrang who turns everything upside down. Sirius Black is everything that James Potter is not, so why can't James get him out of his head? It doesn't help when they get paired for potions, forced to work together despite their differences.

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Snippet below the cut.

When James Fleamont Potter steps off the Hogwarts Express after the Christmas holidays, he doesn’t know that his life is about to change. It feels like any other time, except, of course, that it’s his last. It hits him, as he walks towards the carriages that will take them up to the castle.

“One last time,” Remus says as they climb into one of the wagons, proving that James is not the only one who is feeling a tad bit sentimental. “Feels weird, doesn’t it?”

“Yeah,” James agrees as he takes his seat, scooting over enough to make room for Peter who is following close behind. “Still can’t get my head around it, it doesn’t feel real.”

“This final term is going to be a nightmare,” Pete moans. “I practiced so much over Christmas and I still didn’t manage to transform a single one of my toads into toadstool.”

James laughs, clasping a hand on his friend’s shoulder with an amused glitter in his eyes.

“Let’s worry about that tomorrow, eh? One more night of freedom before it all kicks off.”

“Easy for you to say,” Pete grumbles. “You managed on your first try.”

Remus gives his friend a sympathetic look.

“I’ll help you tomorrow, if you want,” he offers. “Although my toadstools haven’t been nearly as good as Jamie’s.”

“Plenty of time to figure all of that out,” James says with a dismissive wave of his hand. “NEWTs are months away yet.”

“If you think you can beg off studying like you did ahead of the OWLs you’ve got another thing coming, Potter,” comes a voice from outside the carriage, and when James turns his head he sees Lily climb into their wagon, closely followed by the rest of the girls in their year. “The NEWTs are something else.”

James merely grins at her, a self-assured tilt to his smirk as he shrugs.

“Don’t worry about me, Evans. I think I’ll be just fine.”

It’s true, James isn’t worried. It’s not only because he’s cocky, as he knows people say behind his back, he isn’t. He just knows that magic comes easy to him, that he masters things far quicker than his classmates. He can’t explain it, at least not in a way that doesn’t make him sound like a lunatic.

It’s not that he believes any of the blood supremacy stuff that some of the other students are spouting. Muggleborns can be just as talented as purebloods, Lily Evans is a perfect example of just that, but he does believe his magical heritage has made it easy for him.

The conversation around him sinks into background noise, everyone sharing how they have spent their Christmases, as James allows his thoughts to wander. It feels bittersweet, the fact that his Hogwarts time is coming to an end. He feels sad leaving this world behind, but at the same time he’s buzzing for a new adventure. He still doesn’t know what he wants to do with his time after Hogwarts, only that he wants a proper adventure without anything holding him back.

He knows that his friends have a very different outlook on life after Hogwarts. Peter is worrying, of course, fretting that he won’t be able to gather enough NEWTs to land himself the Ministry job that his parents expect. For Remus it’s different, his Lycanthropy making life in the wizarding world hard, but James has already decided he’s going to do what he can to help him once they move into the real world.

James, however, dreams of bigger things. He wants to see the world, wants to travel, wants to experience new things before he gets too old. He will take over the family business at some point, probably, but not yet.

The journey back to the castle is quick, and the group bicker among themselves as they climb the stairs to Gryffindor Tower. Their dorm feels pleasantly familiar as they step through the door, everything nearly exactly as they had left it before Christmas, except– except not.

“That’s odd,” says Remus, watching the extra bed with a frown on his face. “What’s that doing here?”

“I don’t know,” James says, his curiosity immediately piqued. 

Since their first night at Hogwarts, the Gryffindor Boys’ dorm for their year has only ever hosted three beds. It was an unusual year when they were sorted into their houses. It had been a long time ago since the Gryffindor boys were so few, but the Sorting Hat works in mysterious ways and no-one had questioned it.

Now, however, there is a fourth bed there, nestled between James’ and Remus’. There is a trunk as well at the foot of the bed, some sort of crest painted on it together with the words Toujours Pur and the initials S.O.B.

“A new student?” James asks, then answers his own question almost immediately. “But who joins a school six months before we’re supposed to finish for good? That makes no sense.”

“I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough,” comments Remus as he starts unpacking, Pete humming in agreement.

James can’t let it go so easily though, he has never been one for leaving puzzles alone, but no matter how much he turns it over in his head he gets none the wiser. No-one shows up though, and eventually the three of them leave for dinner in the Great Hall.

They take a shortcut through one of the back stairs from the seventh floor corridor, emerging on the first floor, just outside McGonagall’s office. There are students everywhere, milling about and chatting, catching up after Christmas.

Peter and Remus are talking about something as they walk ahead of him, but James can’t bring himself to care. His mind is still puzzling over the mysterious trunk and extra bed in their dorm.

It takes him a moment to notice the change, but suddenly he realises how quiet it’s become around them. Usually the level of noise as all students head down for dinner is deafening, and James is fairly sure it was only moments ago, but now it’s quiet. Almost everyone has come to a halt, staring at something further down the corridor.

James cranes his neck a little, gently pushing past a gaggle of second year Ravenclaws who have stopped in the middle of the corridor. He’s almost by the stairs when he realises what it is that’s caught everyone’s attention – or rather who.

Professor McGonagall is climbing the stairs, her long robes swishing around her legs, but she’s not the one who has stunned the crowd into silence. No, it’s the boy (young man?) that is walking next to her and James feels his heart do a weird little stutter in his chest as their eyes meet.

He’s not wearing Hogwarts robes but a heavy-looking fur coat, underneath it a set of blood-red robes made out of some heavy fabric. He’s carrying something that looks like a dead cat in his arms but, James supposes, is probably something furry and uniform-related.

“Durmstrang,” Remus breathes next to him, his mouth suddenly very close to James’ ear. “Those are Durmstrang robes.”

James recognises it then, the little badge pinned to the boy’s chest, a crest that he knows vaguely from what he’s learnt about the wizarding schools in the rest of the world.

The boy looks to be roughly their age and he is tall , taller than James by at least a few inches. He’s broad-shouldered too, built like a Beater, James thinks, briefly wondering if he’s a Quidditch player.

“He’s hot ,” comes Marlene’s voice from James’ other side and he doesn’t know where she came from but he sweeps his gaze over the young man again.

He’s beautiful , James finds himself thinking and that’s bizarre because he can’t remember ever having thought that about a bloke before. Hot, sure, and sexy or even cute but never beautiful . This boy, however, is beautiful with raven black hair that’s a little on the longer side but neatly slicked back, pale skin and cheekbones that look sharp enough to cut glass.

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[chronicowboy]

TOAD SUPREMACY !!!!! LOVE THAT LITTLE GUY

LOOK AT HIM!!!