#with a life-size froggy to go with him

[wereh0gz]

I want a life-size plush of big so bad

[seeingivy]

sweet nothing

satoru gojo x f!reader

**part of my satoru as taylor swift songs series

content: talks of grief, references to hidden inventory arc, satoru just being in love, megs + tsumiki babies

an: giving love to one of the best songs on midnights. also idk where I procured this emo at like 1 in the afternoon but here we are

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You give him the book after the two of you settle Megumi and Tsumiki into bed, in the few minutes of peace you and Satoru get before you both nestle into your shared bed. You hike your knees to your chest as he picks it up, a confused look meeting yours when he reads the title. 

“On Grief and Giving?” 

“I took Miki and Megs to the bookstore today and I thought you might like it.” 

“A book about grief? I’m not grieving.” 

You look over at him - sparkling blue eyes rimmed with red, the usual sparkiness in his voice gone for the past few days, and no smothering, smushy cheek kisses every morning. You scoot over and he opens his arm up, tucking you into his side. 

You whisper the words against his neck, your hands placed on his body, tracing out the lines of his biceps. 

“He doesn’t have to be dead for you to be grieving him, Satoru. The person we knew is dead and the reaction is all the same.” you whisper. 

Satoru frowns, his hand going back and forth on your lower back. You know he hates it, when you try to talk about it. When anyone does. 

“Just read a few pages. See if it’s your thing or not, okay?” 

He looks into your eyes for a few seconds before nodding, pressing a swift kiss to your cheek. And when you leave to drop Tsumiki and Megumi off at school the next day, he reads the first page and promptly stops. 

Grief stays the same size. Life begins to grow around it. 

He thinks it’s stupid. 

--

from y/n 

you: don’t forget to bring strawberries home for froggy cake please!! 

satoru: okay love. anything else? 

you: that big fat ass 

satoru: got it :D 

you: you ruined it. 

Tomorrow marks two years since Tsumiki and Megumi have been staying with you. And of course, in your ultimate corniness, you’ve convinced all three of them to make a cake with you. And because you can never say no to Tsumiki and Megumi’s suggestions, you’re making a strawberry froggy cake. Because Tsumiki wants to try to make a little frog with frosting and Megumi just wants to eat the strawberries off the cake. 

He makes a mental note to drop by the store on the way home from his meeting with the higher ups and then his parents. Maybe buy some balloons or flowers or something to accompany the strawberries you asked for. He knows you said it was supposed to be a lowkey thing, just the four of you eating the cake together, but your annoyance doesn’t beat your surprised face, so he must. 

Satoru stops by the coffee shop first, making it a clear point to be late to his meeting with the higher ups for a very stupid reason, and gets a sugary caramel latte. He can hear your voice in his mind - berating him for picking something so sweet - but persists anyway. 

And as he leans against the counter, waiting for the cup with Satoru scribbled on the side, he takes in the shop, watching the people going around. He had never been too big on people watching, but it’s Tsumiki's favorite pass time at the park, pointing out people's silly outfits or how close and far they’re sitting away from each other. 

He spots two little girls, making little beaded bracelets in the far corner while their moms both nurse a warm cup of coffee in their hands. They have their hands wrapped around the porcelain, like they’re sequestering the heat from the glass. 

On the left, a young couple, nervously twiddling their fingers and cracking their knuckles as they make conversation - cheeks glazed pink and wobbly voices marking their conversation. They’re both dressed nicer than usual, clearly trying to impress each other. 

And in the far corner, leaning against the chair, is Suguru Getou. 

He nearly sprints to the other side of the shop when he sees him. Short hair, a man bun tucked neatly at the back with weirdly misshapen bangs and brown eyes. He can feel his heart racing, pounding even and the perspiration growing on his clenched fists as he moves closer. 

And when he reaches their table, standing way too close and looking straight into his eyes, he realizes that this is not Suguru Getou. Instead, a kid that bears far too much resemblance to him. But his eyes are rounder, his nose isn’t as pointy, and he is not a murderer. 

Satoru takes off and runs straight out the store, forgetting about his cup of coffee that’s getting cold in the pickup area.

--   

Yaga and the higher-ups' voices drone out in the back, as Satoru wracks his head. 

Why did he think that kid was Suguru? Suguru is dead. 

And it only now occurs to him, that for all intents and purposes, he really does think he’s dead. But he knows he isn't because Satoru let him walk free. Because he had to clench his fists and swallow hard to walk away the last time he saw him. 

But the man he knows is dead. Your voice is echoing in his head. 

“Satoru, are you paying attention?” 

“I mean, not really.” 

They all pinch their noses and groan, starting the lecture he’s sure they were giving him all over again. And it’s nothing he hasn’t heard before. 

We want you to take more missions, there aren’t that many special grade sorcerers available. We want you to spend more time teaching, you're not doing enough. A long list of we want, we want, we want. 

And when the higher-ups trail out of the meeting, disdainful looks on their faces, he turns back to Yaga, who frowns at him. The question is on his tongue. He can’t bring himself to ask it. 

Do you ever think you ask too much of me?

He understands. He tries to. That he is the strongest sorcerer, that there’s no one like him. That he may have infinity, but he knows they forget the inner parts of him aren’t untouchable. That he’s still a person, that he’s still soft. 

Tsumiki’s shiny report cards make him beam with joy, fighting with Megumi keeps him up at night, and getting to hold you at night is the only thing that keeps him grounded sometimes. 

That sometimes the smell of blood never leaves his nose no matter how hard he scrubs in the shower, that when he sees a boy who looks like Suguru, the wound he thought he patched over feels like it’s freshly bleeding. 

But that doesn’t matter, because…

“You should be taking more missions. People are getting spread really thin.” Yaga says, clearing the dust off his desk. 

…Because he’s the strongest. 

--

As he drags his feet to the Gojo estate, he can’t help but survey the crowd as he walks there. Three girls with the same hair color as Getou, two boys with the same eye color, five people the exact same height, but none of them are Suguru Getou. 

When he reaches his parents house, pulling out the long black chairs he uncomfortably sat in for hours as a kid, his mind wanders even farther when they start talking. 

This time, he’s imagining. Daydreaming. What it would be like if he wasn’t the one gifted with the limitless and infinity. If jujutsu sorcery didn’t exist. 

That he’d have more time, be more free to do what he wanted. Make chocolate pancakes with you every morning, before the two of you walk together to drop off Megumi and Tsumiki to school. You’d work normal jobs - maybe he’d still be a teacher, a normal one - while you would do something that was entirely too impressive. Like saving lives or writing books or working at a non-profit. 

You would both go to Tsumiki’s first school dance together and take so many pictures that she’d walk away all embarrassed, red in the face. He’d go to every single one of Megumi’s baseball games, you’d both be the parents that are way too decked out, way too enthusiastic about their kid. 

Satoru would help you collect vinyls and when Tsumiki and Megumi were long gone and the two of you would put them on and dance in the kitchen humming. You’ll get wrinkles at the same time and your hair would gray so the two of you would look like pale-haired ghosts together. 

He zones back into what his parents were saying, their bored eyes glazed on him. And he doesn’t pay attention, because it’s nothing he hasn’t heard before. 

They want him to be around more, because he should know how to take over the estate. They want him to meet with other clans, so he can help them with other deals. A long list of they want, they want, they want. 

And he walks out, he wonders if his parents want the life he imagined for himself, the way he wants it for Megumi and Tsumiki. If that was the life Suguru would have lived, if things were different. 

--

When he makes it home, the sun is sinking into the sky against the house, the sky an array of golden hues. And when he pushes his key into the lock, he’s met with one smiling face and two grumpy faces. 

You march over, flicking Satoru’s cheek as he moves closer to you, grabbing onto your hands. 

“Those strawberries better be hidden in your pants or something.” 

He feels his face pale as he remembers that in the loop of things he’s been thinking about all day, he forgot to get the strawberries for froggy cake. And the balloons and flowers and everything else he wanted to give the three of you. 

“Satoru. We really wanted strawberry froggy cake.” you whine, reaching up to rest your hands on his face, squishing hard. 

He reaches for your wrists, pulling them down from his face and looking down at your joined hands. 

“Oh well, I’ll just go grab them with Megumi or something.” 

He watches you pad back into the kitchen, not even phased by his shortcoming, as you place a hand in Tsumiki’s hair. She’s very focused on frosting her little frog in the center of the cake, her eyebrows knit in concentration. He makes his way in, leaning over the counter as he intently watches the three of you. 

“What if we all go to the store and pick up strawberries?” you say, a hand resting in Megumi’s hair. 

Megumi directs off of you and to Satoru, glaring at him. 

“Did you seriously forget the one thing we wanted you to get?” 

“Megs, don’t be mean. It’s always fun to go to the store together!” you respond. 

“I’ll let you pick out anything you want, kid.” Satoru mentions. 

Megumi gives him a satisfied smile, hopping off his seat to go yank his shoes on. Tsumiki follows suit and you give Satoru a glowing smile as you drag the three of them out, hands intertwined as you go to the store. 

--

And at the end of the day, in the few minutes of peace the two of you get before the next day, Satoru’s staring at you, memorizing the curve of your nose and the shape of your eyes, and the way your hair falls against your face. 

You bring a hand up, cupping the side of his face as you whisper in the dark. 

“You okay, Toru?” 

“What do you want from me?” 

He watches you frown and pull back, your hand shaking against his face. 

“Are you mad at me, Satoru?” 

He brings his hand to the back of your neck, bringing you back closer. He’s resting his forehead against yours, savoring the warmth that gathers in the back of your neck on his hands. 

“No. No, no. I just…I want to know what you want from me.” 

He watches you scrunch your forehead, as you ponder the question. 

“I mean. I’d really like it if you didn’t leave the toilet seat up all the time.” 

He cracks a smile, rolling his eyes at you, as he reaches for your hand to bring your knuckles up to his lips. He leaves a soft kiss, noticing the sweet smile that spreads across your face when he does, and drops your hand. 

“That’s not what I meant, Y/N.” 

“I mean. I’m not sure what you mean. It’s just small things, Toru. Like we should go on walks together sometimes in the evening, I think that would be nice. And we should watch all the Harry Potter movies together, like do a marathon and not sleep in between. And I’d really like a big diamond ring, circular cut, six pronged with a golden band.” 

Your hands, still resting against his face, are now meshed in with a spray of salty tears and a whimpering Satoru. You instinctively bring him forward, tucking his neck into your face as he cries into your shoulders. 

His tears are coating your neck as you run your hand through the white tresses of hair, whispering against his forehead. Imploring for what’s wrong. He doesn’t respond and the tears subside after a few minutes, his frame still shaking in your hold. 

“I’m not that attached to a golden wedding band, Satoru. I can do silver.” 

He laughs, pulling his face away from your neck to run his hands through your hair. 

“Gold is okay. I like gold.” 

“What’s wrong, Satoru? Tell me.” 

“Nothing. I just- that’s really all you want from me?” 

“I mean, yeah. What else would I want?” 

Satoru leans forward, pressing his lips against yours as he nearly cries into your face again, hanging off the ends of your lips. And you’re not sure what it means, what any of it means, but you let him - cry into your arms, hold you through the night, and make you breakfast the next morning. 

In truth, Satoru cherishes the fact that everyone may ask the world of him, but all you’ve ever wanted from him are sweet, sweet nothings. 

When you wake up the next morning, padding into the kitchen to make breakfast, you’re met with a box of strawberries, a sticky-note pressed on top. I love you, written in Satoru’s scribbly handwriting. 

Life has grown around Satoru’s grief. And it looks like you.

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[lululandd]

Ok I can't stop thinking about the froggie statues in the plants. (Find all the froggie figurines!) Reader should keep a teeny tiny one in her pocket so that when (if?) Ghost eventually invites her inside, she can sneak one in his apartment. 🐸

at peace;

pairing: simon ‘ghost’ riley x f!reader

wordcount: 1205

warning: fluff, froggies, simon riley is a fucking mess, part 2 of this fic

note: also on ao3

summary: what tendy said.

The last time he felt nervous to the point of nausea was a year ago, when he learnt of Graves and Shepherd’s betrayal. But today he felt even worse than that. He saw a glimpse of her daily, sometimes once every two days. The woman saunters to his balcony, waters his plants, wipes the little frogs clean—apparently he missed a little purple one by the orchid—and goes back upstairs. 

He bought different kinds of teas the other day, not knowing what kind she would like, and now the possibility of her not liking tea at all made bile rise up to the back of his throat. Why is he feeling like this? She’s just his neighbour. He’s just being polite by repaying her for making his fire escape look decent. He’s killed men numerous times before and felt nothing, but why is asking his neighbour to come insi—

Realisation hits as he ran for the sink.

He’s never invited anyone in before. Not even Johnny knows where he lives. This would be the first time since he moved here that he would invite someone inside. He looked around the place. Is this how normal people live? Could it be too… pristine? Too immaculate? Should he have at least one picture on a shelf? He glanced at the gloomy state of his apartment and decided he needed to add a little more…. life to it. 

He was caught off guard on his way back from his third trip to the store. He had a little shoe rack and some books on the backseat of his car. 

“Hey neighbour!” He heard her speak.

Fuck.

“Allright?”

She nodded. The woman had a cup of something he can’t distinguish but recognise the café it came from. “You need help?” She gestured at his car.

“Yes.” He answered without thinking. The word just fired out of his brain like a bullet; straight out of his mouth. He didn’t need her help, didn’t want her help. There’s a very empty picture frame on the desk next to the telly and he’s fairly sure she’d be weirded out by. “In a bit.”

She visibly backed off and he thought he had said the wrong thing when she just nodded, “I’ll swing by in an hour? That allright?”

“Yeah.”

He fixed his empty frame problem, placed the books down, and arranged all the extra knick-knacks he bought to somewhere he thought would look normal and presentable. It was after spraying his living space with some air freshener that he started questioning what he was doing. Why was he doing this? To what extent is he going to pretend he is a functioning human being? Would he have done the same thing if Soap was to come over?

A knock on his balcony door lets him know if he would pass as being normal to a civilian. He was greeted with a decent sized tupperware of brownies half shoved into his face. “So what am I helping with?”

Shit.

In his daze to make his place seem normal as possible he had cleaned and put everything in its place. “Sorry, fixed it actually. Fancy a cuppa instead?”

She handed him the brownies so she can take her shoes off. She left them outside by the plants, and saw they were just like them, colourful. He gestured to the sofa as he walked to the kitchen, “Any requests?”

He was unimpressed when she skipped the sofa entirely and walked with him to the kitchen. The girl probably doesn’t trust him with her tupp—

“Any would be fine, I’m not picky.” She instead sat on the dining chair that previously held his dying plant. The plant that started all of this.

“There’s a couple. White, black, earlgrey, chamomile, matcha, as—.”

“No way. Matcha? Do you have that whisk thingy too?” She moved her wrist around.

He opened a drawer and grabbed the wooden whisk and proudly held it up. “You want matcha?”

To his dismay she shook her head, “I’ll just have whatever you feel like having right now.”

“Guest’s choice.”

“I brought brownies. Host’s pick.”

“Matcha goes great with brownies.” He lied. He just wanted to see her eyes light up like earlier.

She nodded enthusiastically, “Whatever you say, you’re the tea expert.”

Fuck. She was just being polite and leaves everything to him because she thinks he’s knowledgeable. He needs more info about tea if he— If he what, actually. Why does he keep thinking about what she wants and what she thinks of him? Would he have thought the same if it was Price thinking he knows more about tea than he really does?

He was so absorbed in his own thoughts that when he turned around to hand her the tea, she wasn’t in her seat anymore. She was looking at the books he had put on the shelf. He had to walk over to hand her the mug.

“You a fan?” She pointed at his freshly purchased Dune books, he sees the sparkle in her eyes again and he has to disappoint her for the second time today.

“Haven’t read ‘em yet. Thought the covers looked interesting.”

“So you just… bought the whole hardcover set because they looked… pretty?” He notices the many crinkles at the edge of her eyes when she smiles. He would like to coun—

“Gotta match my new garden.” He nodded at the balcony. It was utter horseshite from his part but he must admit that the books did make the view prettier. He needs to take that into consideration when buying things now.

The way her face lights up to look up at him mimics the first time he had offered his space to her. “You mean it?”

He took a sip of his tea with one hand and crossed his heart with the other. He hoped this would distract her from his face because he was sure he was blushing. Where’s his mask when he n—

No.

Ghost doesn’t belong here, not now. Ghost will be needed someday when someone bothers her. Ghost will be sorely awakened that day when she tells him she shouldn’t be coming over anymore, but for the time being Ghost doesn’t belong here.

He reminded her about the brownies and glad that whatever bollocks he spewed earlier turned out correct. Matcha did go with brownies. The girl said so herself.

“I’m Simon, by the way.”

—

He got a call from Price that night, and for the first time, he was sad he had to leave. His mind wandered to his books and wondered if he will ever even read past a quarter of the first one. As he walked over to look at them, he noticed something.

There was a skinny little frog covered in glitter—standing upright with an unamused face—hidden behind the books and the empty basket he had up there. He then moved the frog front and centre, where it really belongs.

Or, that’s where he thought it does, until a week later. The glitter caught his eye as he scans the room one last time before leaving, so he snagged it from its perch and slips it into his inner jacket pocket, comfortably held against his heart.

[xfangheartx]

Summary- Blitzø and the gang face off against a giant hybrid monster!

WARNING: Minors, DO NOT INTERACT!!!

Preview:

  “QUICK!! THROUGH HERE!!!” Millie cried as she led the group through another door, and the beast known as “Sully” closed in on them. However, Moxxie screamed as he found himself being grabbed from behind by the leg as he clung to the door frame for dear life.

  “HELP!!” he cried as the chimera pulled on his leg. “I DON’T WANNA DIE FROM GROSS GIANT MONSTER SEX!!!”

  “MOXX!!!” Millie yelled as she grabbed her husband by the hands with Loona and Buffy helping her pull.

  “LET GO OF HIM, YOU HORNY, DINOSAUR-FACED FUCKER!!!” Blitzø yelled as he shot his flintlock at the beast, which roared as it was struck in the eye, causing it to let Moxxie go as they slammed the door behind them, and even blocked it with crates and filing cabinets for good measure.

  “Are you okay, Moxxie?!” Buffy asked.

  “My life flashed before my eyes!!” Moxxie cried as he clung to Millie.

  “Man… and I thought Ozz had a huge dick!” Blitzø exclaimed between pants.

XXX

  Asmodeus froze as he sat in his bathtub before he looked around suspiciously, and suddenly, Fizz emerged from the bubbles, wearing a snorkel and scuba goggles.

  “What’s up, babe?” Fizz asked. “Everything okay?”

  “Uh…” Ozzie muttered before he shrugged. “Eh… probably nothin’.”

  “If you say so,” Fizz shrugged. “Now, where was I…? Oh, right!” He put the snorkel back in his mouth before he dove back into the water… and Ozzie yelped as he felt something grab onto his nether region.

  “Easy, Froggie!” he cried.

  “Sorry,” Fizz said as he came back up.

XXX

  Loona carefully opened the door and took a look around, but she couldn’t see the beast anywhere.

  “I think that freak is gone,” she said as she opened the door completely.

  “Yeah, for now,” Blitzø said as he looked around, too. “But man, did you see the SIZE of that thing?!”

  “I did,” Buffy answered, “and it gave me really bad flashbacks!”

  “Blitzø, what do we do?” Millie asked. “And if we get dicked by that thing, we’re goners!”

  “Yeah, that’s probably what happened to those poor bastards,” said Blitzø. “What the fuck made these people think that making THAT thing was a good idea?!”

  “Um… sir?” Moxxie asked as he held open a file. “I think I might have found something.”

  As Blitzø looked at the file, he noticed that it was filled with photos of different animals and documents detailing the process of the experiment.

  “It looks like they were doing some sort of DNA-splicing experiments,” said Moxxie. “They were working on creating some sort of animal soldier, but their funding was cut, forcing them to do their research through illegal means.”

  “Yeah, and a fuck load of good that did,” said Loona. “Now we’re trapped with a huge, horny monster!”

  “Horny is right,” Moxxie said as he looked over the file. “It seems that when they made that monster, they injected it with gorilla hormones to make it stronger… but now, it’s sexually charged, almost constantly!”

  “Oh, that's just fucking brilliant!” Blitzø cursed. “God, don't these humans watch The Thing ?! Everyone knows making shit like this is just one big clusterfuck!! Why do they play with fucking fire?!”

[sanderssidesthehouse]

Can you do Patton for the character bingo? I've seen a lot of different takes so I'm curious to see what you think.

-🌻🌼

Hi flower anon! I'm a little nervous about this one ngl but I will do it for you.

Circle sizes represent how confident I was marking a box. Not a lot of confidence on this one bc I'm still conflicted. I think further resolution of his arc might solidify how I feel about him, or change it completely.

I don't really like Patton Sanders and that's my toxic trait, but HEAR ME OUT. I don't want to convince anyone not to like him, in fact I'd love to convince people of all the reasons they COULD possibly like him! Just like bc of my real life personal experiences, I'm not very fond of him. He is not my blorbo 😔 I don't hate him, but I do mildly dislike him. (As a character I think he's great, his conflict presents a fascinating narrative that I enjoy quite a lot.)

"But Ace," I hear you saying, "you said you don't like him and yet you still think he's being done dirty by fans?" To which I say "Yes, absolutely, there are people out there liking and disliking him for the wrong reasons!" (In my humble opinion.)

Patton is NOT an innocent little baby who needs to be protected, NOR is he a manipulative asshole. He's just a guy trying his best who messes up sometimes. He should be treated like an adult with agency and be given some grace for when he stumbles.

He does care about his famILY and he tries so hard to show it, but he's always felt like he has to know the correct answers and that they're depending on him. And tbh with how much c!Thomas defers to Morality, I get it. When someone is constantly looking to you for answers and it's your job to have them, saying 'I don't know' is scary! But he and everyone else should really try to be brave and say 'let's figure it out together' rather than confidently giving an answer that has a good chance of being wrong. But again, I do understand the crushing weight of these expectations.

I think it's really clever that Morality got paired with Emotions, bc emotions are what drives morality. Different people have different emotions that more strongly affect their morals, with Patton, we see compassion as a primary motivator, but also fear. The fear of slipping into the category known as 'bad person' and the fear of that categorization being permanent. And then bottles that fear up out of shame. Very catholic guilt of him.

I do feel bad for Patton where we left him bc he's finally going to get the help he needs, but somewhat at the cost of the love and respect of his famILY. Roman feels betrayed, Virgil hates Janus, and Logan... Well he's got a lot going on right now anyway.

I prefer Patton when I'm looking at him through the lens of his relationships to the others. He really does his best for them, he's a sweet guy. He tries to be encouraging and he clearly knows the other three very well. And with Janus I think the strongest negative emotion he feels is occasional annoyance, you know, like when he was impersonated. He seems to actually kind of like him otherwise. Not the biggest fan of Remus, which is an understandable side effect of him not yet having sorted himself out. He's trying now, so I'm sure that will come with time.

Also his froggy traits are sick as hell and I hope we see more, I want to see more, make him a frog please, I beg. That's like, the high point of his character to me, I actually had to come back and edit this after I scheduled it to include that bc holy crap Patton's a frog and I love that for him, but I also love that for ME.

So why don't I like him? I have intrusive thoughts and moral ocd and personal trauma I'm not going to get in to so like... He's just so unbelievably frustrating to me as he currently is. Also it just irks me that he's clearly not as naive as he pretends to be and it just boils my blood when people play willfully ignorant. He's doing it bc he's scared, but isn't that why everyone does it? It's still bad, and it causes a lot of damage. I'm of the opinion that if something scares you, you should learn everything you can about it. Logan said something like that once and he was right.

He just makes me feel the need to tell people they don't have to be a moral paragon to be good or do good things or be deserving of happiness, health, safety, and love. I get it's his job and all, I just really can't separate a character like that from all the stuff I had to learn and unlearn for my personal health and safety. And maybe I actually just want to say that to him. Maybe the problem is that we're too similar in all of our worst traits and seeing a grim reflection where once stood a cheery mural is upsetting. Maybe it's Maybelline.

Idk, I might actually like him. I'm very wishy washy on this subject. I think I can manage liking him while also disliking him. I'm very talented. I would love for everyone to tell me all the reasons they love Patton! I think he's neat and I'd love to like him.

[charleecat-bat]

Big.

Big is in a huge chunk of my AU's as he is one of my favourites

College AU- He's a terribly shy student who is quiet most of the time due to his shyness and social anxiety; talking is hard for him. He's very passionate about fish and marine biology, and that's his major. He lives with his protective and slightly grumpy uncle Huge, who works long hours at the docks. This AU is very slice of life, and nothing insane happens like they usually would in Sonic's world. He was always a bit quiet but his borderline social anxiety was a result to Big being bullied for most of his school years in the AU. He even carries around a little Frog plushie in his pocket to try and soothe his anxiety that he treasures dearly. It takes him a while to come out of his shell but he does eventually. <3

Gem/SU AU- In this AU, he's a Red Cap Amethyst. He's known by Homeworld as an Auralite 23, which is a very rare gem that is called such due to having 23 components of different gems. He was deemed a defect due to these not being common and seen as 'accidents' as they're always unplanned and simply happen by mistake. He was experimented on profusely before being put with the other Tank gems. He was an outcast no matter where he was. I haven't decided how he exactly managed to find his way to the watery planet he was found by the gang on but he was never searched for by Homeworld. He was very happy to get away from them. 'Froggy' in this AU is an alien species that he befriended on the planet that he was stranded on for a long time, he befriended many but that one was the only one that came with him. (He's kinda like pumpkin in a way or those flower like aliens from SUF)

Ghost AU- I've spoken about this AU before. Tragically Big had died in this AU and returned as a ghost. His death was a simple case of being in the wrong place at the wrong time in the story. His spirit dwells in the waters of the property and is very hostile, grabbing at and attempting to pull down anyone who's close enough. It's rare he comes out of the water and is seen elsewhere but when he is it's not really a good sign. Watery ghost boi. Froggy is still alive in this AU and is taken care by someone else now.

Magic AU- Like the rest of the characters he's got a full name, Big Immanis. He's still a fisherman that keeps to himself in this AU, not many know about him and his background. He's a very powerful wizard though and that surprises everyone that meets him, he's a master of water magic and can even manipulate ice and shift the substance between it's solid and liquid forms. Froggy is his familiar in this AU.

Mermaid AU- He's the biggest mer-person in the AU so far. He's a blue whale and is thankfully very friendly but no one dares to mess with him due to his gigantic size. (Sure these mythical creatures that are bigger but still-)

Monster AU (and the sort of 'sub-au' that I call the Cursed AU)- He's a Leviathan in these AUs. In one he was experimented on profusely that mutated him and made him grow in size until he eventually escaped and fled into the deepest parts of the sea. They tried to recapture him at first but... didn't exactly go well for them. While he is a greatly feared legend in the universe' mythology and if he is attacked or pushed enough he can be a major threat, he usually keeps to himself. He mostly tries to avoid being seen by anyone else and his only friends for a long time were tiny fish. He eventually made a few friends with the others in the cast, especially when he got his hands on some glamor which helps disguise him as a normal mobian.

Pokemon AU- He's still a fisherman in this AU as well but I haven't decided if he's a member of the elite 4 in his region or if he is/was a water gym leader in the AU. I just think it'd be funny if the others found out this detail and he just didn't mention it lol His team considers of Poliwag, Milotic, Lapras, Wishiwashi, Matine and Wailmer. I like to imagine he makes friends with a lot of water based pokemon and he feeds a lot of wild ones and helps them if they're injured or sick.

The Quarry AU- This one I recently added him into. I haven't decided all the details but he either lives alone or with his Uncle Huge on the same land where the summer camp is. He helps his Uncle with the 'monster problem' and to help him try to hunt down and kill this monster to make sure few as possible spread the infection it causes. He doesn't really like it as he'd rather be anywhere else but he still wants to help his Uncle and make sure he's safe.

and I do have 2 other kinda sillier AUs. One was the result of dinosaur hyperfixation and the other was a result of watching actually Encanto and decent superhero movies (i.e. the incredibles, into the spider verse, etc)

I think that's all of them rn

[takasgf]

I have anniversary questions for the lovely Froggy and Taka ♥️🌻

1. What would you say was the most important moment in your relationship? How did that moment make you feel?

2. What is your favourite memory of one another before you were in a relationship?

I hope you have had the most incredible anniversary ♥️💫🌟 all the best in 2023!!! ♥️♥️

What would you say was the most important moment in your relationship? How did that moment make you feel?

F: I try my best to make the most of any moment we spend together. I want all of my memories with him to be happy ones... It was this time, when we just started to hang out. We didnt knew each other for long, but we could have been considered best friends. Let's just say that I was doubting whether this friendship of ours was that special or not. And I was ready to give up, leave Hope's Peak and stop bothering this guy, that I thought befriended me just to be polite. But... he didnt let me give up...

K: ...I couldn't lose my friend. I wanted to prove to her that our companionship is as real as it gets. I wanted her to stay and keep persevering alongside me. Frogeru tends to give up on things quite often, as I've heard. I refused our friendship to be one of those. I was concerned about her education as well, but my main goal was to convince her to stay here, because she has a purpose, she has a friend, and the opportunity to make others! I wouldn't have tried so hard if I hadn't felt that she wanted to stay too.

F: Hehe, yeah... I did want to stay. I was just so afraid. People here are really scary! Some more than others...But at least I knew then I got Taka by my side. And I finally believed it. I dont even want to imagine my life if I had left Hope's Peak. Or... him.

What is your favourite memory of one another before you were in a relationship?

F: Our first hug was phenomenal! Haha, I really thought it would go on forever! We met at my house and we were so glad to see each other we immediately jumped in the other's arms. It took us a few seconds to realize we were actually hugging. I don't know about Taka, but that was the first time in years I was that close to another person. (I had been living alone for a while until then) So I kinda just stayed there, in his arms... We had to go on with our "totally platonic study date" but it was like neither of us wanted to let go of the hug.

K: This might be an unexpected answer, but it would be the time we went to that park together. The swings were kid-sized and we were barely able to fit into them, but Frogeru insisted we try. I was in search of new learning experiences and I accepted, despite all the risks. Those few minutes brought me back to a childhood I never got to live with a friend like her. I'm just grateful there was nobody around to see two teenagers playing in a children's park... It was childish. But, I enjoyed our time there. E-even if I fell on my face at one point.

F: I told you to hold tight onto the swing! No worries, I gave him a kissy on the forehead and the pain went away, hehe!

K: This is exactly why everyone assumed we were already dating...

Thank you so much for the questions!! They were so fun to answer 🫂💗💗 I'm still trying to make Frogeru sound less formal, but I wanted her words to be genuine. Sending you all the hugs, and please take care❤❤❤

[sirfrogsworth]

I am so done with this weird Boomer superiority complex they have because they know how to drive a stick shift. Apparently wiggling a car dildo while stomping your foot has been elevated to an art form.

I have hundreds of other skills that were harder to acquire and are more useful than driving a stick shift.

This dude should try learning advanced macro photography using focus stacking. Or playing the intro to Thunderstruck with one hand. Or photoshopping cats into humorous circumstances.

In the United States about 2.4% of cars sold have a manual transmission. If you are in America, learning to drive stick is about as useful and practical as learning to milk a cow.

"But Froggie, what if you're super thirsty and the faucet is broken and the stores are closed and all you have is Bessy and a bucket?"

Pull out your phone, load up this video...

And start yanking.

I can drive a stick shift. I learned how because I had a *reason* to learn.

My high school best friend drove a turbocharged manual transmission Mitsubishi Starion that his father gave him when he upgraded to a Porsche Boxster. My friend secretly agreed to let me drive it really fast if I found a way to get really good at the shifting of sticks.

But it is not a super special ability that makes me better than anyone. I didn't spend 10,000 hours mastering it. It's not like I became a renowned VOA. (Vehicular Operation Artiste)

Or did I...?

Ah, yes, I remember it well.

It was the year of our Lord, nineteen hundred and ninety six. I was all of fifteen and one half years of age and my father borrowed a friend's four cylinder manual hatchback. I don't remember the name of the car, but if I were to give it a fake name I would say it was the Nissan Kurōzetto—because it was roughly the size of a Japanese closet.

It was a mature motorcar that had seen better days. It was a glossy ebony color that had turned into a matte mocha due to several layers of rust and a severe lack of washings. It made the regular vroom vroom car noises that you'd expect and several bonus noises that made you question its structural integrity. It had slightly more horsepower than a go-kart and delightfully manual brakes that always made you curious if you would actually stop when intended.

This car really made you feel alive when you drove it.

Deathtraps are funny that way.

I skidded around some empty streets for a couple of days while my dad tried to hold in his frustrated and sometimes terrified screams. With time and practice, I could eventually pop the clutch while on an incline and his heart rate didn't elevate one beat. I could move the car forward without that cute little chirping noise. I could transition from gear to gear sans diabolical crunching sounds. Eventually shifting became second nature. My muscle memory locked in and I was one with the car.

My quest was complete. The clouds opened up and golden crepuscular rays shined upon my borrowed automobile. A chorus of angels sung beautiful tones in perfect harmony. 100 trumpets played the fanfare of success.

Dare I say... twas the greatest accomplishment of my young life.

Women threw themselves at my feet. So-called "men" with automatic transmissions stared at me with envy. All of the cutest neighborhood dogs presented their furry tum-tums begging for scritches.

Yes, that is when this Frogboy became a Frogman.

Narrator: It was nothing like that and the Frogboy/Frogman thing is still undecided due to excessive cartoon watching and a large collection of stuffed animals.

Okay, I was exaggerating a little.

But the replies to that tweet above are full of Boomers bragging pridefully about their stick shifting prowess. Some showing off mediocre whips they claimed were more specialer because they had an extra pedal.

Congrats, you have functional muscle memory.

Now let's denigrate those who have foolishly gotten by using something automatic.

My favorite reply guy said he won't let his daughter get a license unless she learned to drive a manual transmission car.

For some reason changing a tire—a skill that is *actually* valuable and useful—is unimportant tacked-on knowledge he's teaching her just to be cruel.

How is that less vital than learning to drive a stick?

What emergency situation is he trying to prepare her for?

"Bumblebee's Boner" is my least favorite of the Transformers films.

I just can't think of any other happenstance where she would need immediate knowledge of driving a manual.

Also, StickShift Boomer Dad can't properly crop his Twitter avatar.

Since he is into weird requirements, perhaps he shouldn't be allowed to post on social media until he understands how to resize an image.

This weird nostalgic knob knowledge has become memeworthy for the Boomers. They can't resist sharing this image every time it pops up in their Facebook feed.

Hilarious!

So hilarious they actually adorn their vehicles with these stickers.

I've personally had 4 of my Boomer relatives share it on Facebook.

Though I wonder if they would think my version is just as funny...

I just get annoyed by this odd and toxic youth shaming. Boomers act like it is some moral failing that "kids these days" don't know how to do certain outdated things. So what it takes them a second to read an analog clock? Or they don't know how to use a rotary phone? Or they don't know how to churn butter?

Big whoop.

Learning a skill you may never use seems like a waste of time to me. Especially when you can learn these skills at basically any point in your life.

What is wrong with learning if and when you need to?

I think the reason Boomers are so precious about these skills-of-yore is because they are the generation most unwilling to learn new things. They aren't lost causes like my 97 year old Gram-Gram. They still have all their wits about them. And they aren't bad at using smartphones and computers because these devices are too complicated or unintuitive.

I mean, small children can learn these devices.

Many Boomers just aren't willing to put in the time and effort to learn new skills. They don't think they should have to. Things were fine the way they used to be and adapting to convenience makes you a snowflake. Or something.

Learning new skills is a skill in and of itself and they can't be bothered.

They got their jobs almost directly after graduating from an affordable college. Some of their careers matched the actual thing they studied. They rarely had to switch their careers multiple times and start over learning a new skill set.

They may tell the younger generations "just learn to code" but they would never take their own advice. If they happen to get laid off they would rather sit around and pout or blame people in other countries for "stealing their jobs." (Even though it is their greedy capitalist bosses who are responsible.)

Younger people are not only perfectly fine learning new skills later in life, but it is often a necessity for them. It can be very difficult to get a job in the field studied in school.

Boomers seem convinced if you don't learn something as a young person, you'll lose the opportunity to ever learn that skill again. They can't imagine having to learn to drive a stick shift at 35. If you don't do it as a 15-year-old with a learner's permit, it becomes forbidden knowledge or something.

This need to force their own children to learn useless skills "because that's how we did it" is not limited to operating motor vehicles.

If you hadn't caught on, this post isn't actually just about stick shifts.

It's about how they have held back our society because of their stubbornness, superiority complexes, toxic youth shaming, and rigid ideas about how things should be done.

We can't forgive student loan debt because Boomers already paid off their loans and it wouldn't be "fair."

We can't have universal healthcare because they already have good benefits at their job which would become worthless.

They don't want to learn new pronouns because that's not the grammar *they* were taught.

We can't switch to the metric system because they don't want to buy more Pyrex measuring cups and they spent all of that effort remembering there are 5,230 feet in a mile. Err... 5,250 feet? Over 5,000 feet in a mile. Totally easy to remember, no need to switch.

Schools are still prioritizing rote memorization when information can be accessed instantly. We could be teaching the context of history instead of memorizing dates. We could be teaching research skills instead of wasting brain cells committing state capitals to memory.

Seriously, who needs to know Jefferson City exists? I live in Missouri and I can tell you even the people in Jeff City don't care about its existence.

We make students use TI-83 calculators even though computers, phones, and tablets are a billion times more advanced and easier to operate and more accessible. These devices are using the same hardware as they did 30 years ago yet still command the same $100+ price tag. All because some Boomer politicians were lobbied by some Boomer businessmen to help maximize their Boomer profit margins by requiring schools to use some outdated Boomer technology because Boomers love that capitalism.

It's a buncha Boomer bullshit.

When things actually do manage to move on and improve they mourn the old way of doing things and shame people for preferring something easier and more convenient. They want things to be harder for young people because it was harder for them. They claim it teaches important life lessons about hard work but I have evidence they might just be dicks.

They keep having to retire skills they learned and since they don't learn any new ones, they start to feel like their knowledge base is becoming more and more useless. So they fight to keep things as they used to be for as long as possible. They become obsessed with the "good old days" that were only good for a select few.

I wish Boomers could have learned one thing from the generation that came before them—the futility of fiercely clinging to tradition in a world that advances faster than at any point in history.

Some traditions are fun. Some are harmlessly nostalgic. Most are just stupid and should be left in the past.

In a few years, many cars will have a single gear. They will have fewer moving parts, they will be easier to maintain, and they will break less frequently.

Boomers will most likely complain about this.

"You kids and your Easy EVs. In MY day we actually had to *learn* to drive. In the snow. Uphill. Both ways.

You probably don't even know how to pump your own gas."

"Actually, I just watched this video and... now I do."

"Okay... but... can you... can you MILK A COW?"

"Yes, some Frogboy posted a tutorial on Tumblr."

"Oh."

I think electric car companies should use this toxic mindset to fleece the Boomers out of their not-that-hard-earned money. Maybe donate a portion of the proceeds to help pay off student loan debt.

I've even got the sales pitch all worked out...

Hey there, my Boomer friend! Have I got a Boomtastic deal for you!

For an extra $5000 you can add the "Stickshift Simulation Package." You'll receive a pointless shifting phallus that plays combustion engine sounds as you needlessly shift gears.

Vroom vroom! Sounds like you are about to redline!

Better shift soon or else...!

...nothing will happen because the knob is not connected!

For an extra $30,000 you can get the "Back in MY Day" package.

Every technological convenience has been removed or disabled and replaced with drastically inferior items.

Because if it was good enough for you then, it is good enough for you now! Amirite?

Safety was barely considered because you used to do these things all the time and you "survived just fine."

And if you act now we can install the "Gasoline Equivalence Guage." This tells you how much you would have spent on gas if you were still driving an internal combustion vehicle. Thus allowing you to continue complaining about how you remember when gas was only 80 cents per gallon. Then you can promptly blame Biden for the inflated prices even though he doesn't really have anything to do with that.

Get your Electric BoomerMobile today!

Disclaimer: NOT ALL BOOMERS!

I gift this disclaimer to the less boomery Boomers even though Boomers are happy to generalize and lump every young person into the Millenial category—not realizing some of them are turning 40 now.

For the intent of this post, Boomer is a state of mind and not necessarily a specific age range.

Generally a Boomer is more conservative, upper middle class, and white. They say "Kids these days..." on a regular basis. The new Magnum P.I. show makes them very angry because it just isn't the same without Tom Selleck. And they have prewritten a Facebook petition to keep NCIS "on the air" just in case CBS ever decides to cancel it—even though it is entering its 19th season.

[giant-sketches]

Happy birthday @gentlegiantdreamer!!!  You are such a wonderful and inspiring person to me and I hold you dear to my heart! So for your birthday I made you this art and wrote you a little story to go along with it. I wish you a day full of fun and love! There is also a speedpaint!

I hope you can feel the effort I put into this and long hours of work too. I hope you and everyone enjoys my interpretations of Lilypadton and enjoy the story. Disclaimer: Almost Drowning/Cussing/Pain/Shouting/Monster Transformations

Word Count: 1746

At the start Patton was very active after his first transformation as Lilypadton. That may have been due to him going about the day believing it was a one time deal, but that wasn’t the case. From time to time the other sides would catch glimpses of his skin turning green around his hands and dark patches appearing on his neck. However, whenever the subject was brought up with the moral side he’d brush it off as a trick of the light or some kind of baking material he missed in his clean up. They all knew better though, especially his boyfriends Janus and Virgil.

“We need to go talk to him….TODAY!” Janus was pacing around Virgil’s room with his arms crossed, expressing his impatience with his partner.

Virgil thought it best to give Patton space, but his changes were becoming more frequent. Now things were even worse as their cutie had locked himself in his room for the past two days.

“I know you wanted to give him space, but now he’s trapped himself in his room. We’re the only ones on this side of the mindscape that can help him through this.” Janus hissed and cursed himself for not doing something sooner.

“Please calm down Jan.” Virgil got up from his bed to hold his boyfriend. “It’s going to be alright. Let’s go see him now and tell him about what’s happening to him.” He paused in thought. “Though, I never thought we’d ever have this kind of discussion with him honestly. To think he was like us this whole time.”

Janus touched his scaled face and looked at Virgil with soft eyes. “Are you going to show him? You know how h-” “Yeah I know...but I have to. It wouldn’t be fair for me to hide it when he’s going through something ten times worse.” Janus kissed Virgil’s cheek to reassure him.

Both left the room and slowly made their way to Patton’s door. Virgil tried the door knob, still locked. “Patton? Sweetpea we’ve come here to see how you are doing. Can you let us in, please?” Silence...no wait there was some kind of groaning sound coming from behind the door. “G-go away…” Was that Patton just now? It sounded like he was gurgling water while trying to speak.

“We can’t do that! We have something important to talk-or show you!” Janus looked to Virgil nervously. The former dark side nodded his head as Jan’s nails grew out to a point and sliced the doorknob off. “Excuse the intrusion.”

Both stepped into a darkened and rather humid room. Thankfully, both of them could see in the dark. In the corner they spotted Patton curled up and shaking, facing the wall. He visibly showed signs of changing with his green tinted skin and dark patches all over his arms and neck. “Pat?”

Startled, Patton sprang to his feet and turned to face them. They gasped at how their little buddy appeared taller now, his eyes now distinctly like a frog’s, and his hair showed faded tips of green. His eyes were filled with tears as he had to look down at his friends. He felt like a monster!

“No, no please….you have to LEAVE!” Patton’s voice croaked and boomed as he shot up another 10 feet and banged his head on the ceiling with a loud thunk. He groaned as he fell to his hands. The tears intensified as water seeped from the cracks in the wall and began flooding the room.

“Shit! Hold on to me!” Virgil clung to Janus for dear life as they quickly rose to the ceiling with the increasing water level. Patton was down below still weeping and expanding. His form pressing up against every nook and cranny of his tiny room. “Patton! Patton please! You need to stop crying or we’re going to- gurrglrrglr”

Time was up. The water had now completely filled the room as Janus and Virgil started sinking. Luckily, their froggy friend heard their pleas and snapped out of his distress. Quickly he expanded the room, changing it’s form as he scooped up the two tenderly in his webbed hands. With a kick of his strong legs Pat breached the surface. The room was now a large pond with only a small island in the center. The sun was warm and there was the sound of life all around them, but this was no time to relax.

“Virgil? Janus? Oh my gosh please, you have to be okay kiddos! Please!” Patton begged for his sweethearts to be okay as he set them on the soft grass. He poked at their stomachs as gently as he could.

*Cough* *Cough*

Oh thank goodness! Both were hacking up small volumes of water as they gasped for air, sweet-sweet air! “Patton?” Their vision was foggy from nearly drowning as they tried to focus on the green blob in front of them. Virgil raised up his arms, “A-are you okay?”

“What do you mean am I okay?! Are you okay? You two almost drowned b-because of me!” The big softie was on the verge of tears once again as he leaned in to nuzzle his dark darling with his nose.

“Woah...how big are you Patty?” Virgil giggled. He definitely wasn’t expecting to be cuddled by a gentle green snout of all things. “We’re okay Pat. Just a bit out of breath and-” Janus shivered, he had gotten too cold.

Virgil noticed as he escaped from Patton’s schnoz and immediately started cuddling up to his scaly boyfriend to warm him up. Pat climbed up onto the island, but at his current size of 100 feet he covered the majority of it as he scooped them up in his hand to hold them both closer to the sun. Jan was thankful for this as he hissed happily. His cold blood started to run warm again.

“Thank you darling! The numbness is fading now.” He lifted himself up to look at Patton with a warm expression. “Wow, look at you Pat.” “Yeah, Mr. Green right here.” They both joked to cut the tension. Patton laughed along with them as the ground shook, causing ripples in the water. His size really was something to behold. Still, their joy was cut short, “I’m so sorry. I shouldn’t have bottled up my emotions like that and hidden away. You two could have gotten seriously hurt.”

“Oh Patty! We understand…w-we have something to tell you.” Virgil looked to Janus hoping he would start. “That’s right Patton, Virgil and I have both gone through what you’re experiencing right now. Okay, maybe not the exact same thing, but something similar.”

Patton was surprised. “W-what do you mean?” Janus smiled flashing his fangs, “I’m sure you’ve already noticed my face, but have you ever wondered why it looks like this?” Pat shook his head, he always thought it’d be taboo to ask about. “It’s because of my monster side.”

Monster side?! What was that? Patton was obviously confused as Virgil spoke up, “Mhm...Janus, Remus, and I...we all have a monster side to us. Janus doesn’t hide his like I do though and Remus is always shifting so it just seems ‘normal’ for him. It was a huge surprise when yours was revealed. Honestly, I never thought you’d be like us Pat.” Virg was feeling anxious as he kept his head down while talking.

“B-but you’ve never looked like Janus at all Stormcloud. What does your monster side look like?” Damn...that was a question he really wanted to avoid. “Guess there’s no use hiding it anymore huh? B-before I show you, you have to promise me you won’t freak out...okay Pat?”

Virgil looked so serious as he stared at Patton. What was he so worried about? “Awe kiddo, you know I’d never be scared of you! I love you too much!” He beamed a smile that put the sun to shame at them as Virgil sighed feeling a bit more relieved. “Alright.”

Concentrating, he closed his eyes as eight pitch black spider legs spread out from his back starting from the spine. He winced in pain, it’d been a long time since he last transformed. A pair of sharp mandibles poked out from the corners of his mouth; four slits opened up underneath his cheeks in pairs, each containing a solid black eye with a hint of purple.

“Aaaahhhh!!!” Suddenly, Virgil screamed lightly in pain as the transformation came to end with his new set of fangs and claws growing to a point. Janus caught him as he slumped over, huffing from exhaustion. Weakly, he looked up to Patton trying his best to smile.

Patton was mortified as he watched Virgil writhe in pain in his hand. When it all finally came to an end he was looking eyes wide at a big black spider...fuck! His heart was racing as he tried to not physically throw his boyfriend into the pond. Wait! That’s right this was his little sweetie, his Stormcloud, Prince of Darkness, etc. There was no need to be so scared...he gulped as he reached down to stroke his loves face.

Oh! He was still so soft and honestly his spider legs kind of tickled. The fear in his heart dissolved instantly. Patton giggled at how nervous he was only moments ago as he pressed them both to his cheek. “So I’m not alone after all.”

God, Virgil was instantly healed by his Sweetpea’s warmth. He hugged into the green flesh happily. “Of course not Patton, we’ll both always be here for you!”

“I’m so happy right now! You two are the best boyfriends in the whole wide world!!!”

Patton slid into the pond once more as he laid on his back. He kissed his cuties to his plush lips and then placed them right on top of his chest as he floated along the water. All the while they laughed and smiled at their giant lovers' touch.

“This new form is scary, but at long as I have you two I think I’ll be okay.”

“We love you Patton and we’ll always love you no matter what you are.”

The couple laid on Pat’s chest as tiny frogs hopped up from the lily pads to play with them as they enjoyed their time together. All content in knowing that each of them had a little cute monster inside of them that made them special.

[meanscarletdeceiver]

Diesel 10 for that shipping thing?? 😅

I shouldn't be allowed in anyone's inbox pff

Froggi, you are eternally valid. <3

I may disappoint you though, because despite some soul-searching I personally just don’t ship him (much).

Either he’s a hammy Big Bad, an evil bastard who does evil bastard things—in which case I appreciate the ham, but I don’t give a shit about his happiness…

… or he’s not evil, I can rationalize him on Sodor as a rather antisocial eccentric no problem, in fact lately I’ve been thinking that he’s a terribly interesting character that way—you know, the creative brooding loner aspect that @feigeroman and Saphirefox (AO3) bring out so well, but combined with his canonical ‘massive adrenaline junkie’ streak?—personally I HC that he is deeply scarred from the dysfunctional mainland diesel-vs.-steamie civil war + the dystopian job management did raising him and his class, which left him eternally prone to genuine mental breakdowns…

… yeah, like I said, fascinating. But not really conducive to him having healthy relationships. I can’t see anyone on Sodor who would be the right match for him.

Luckily, for large chunks of his life he can barely stand the idea that other people/engines/etc. exist… so he isn’t too sorry about that.

Oh yeah, also in my HC he’s just an ordinary ‘Warship,’ no major mods.

Once posters for TATMR came out, more than one engine encountered D10 to check in…

“Er, Ten? So it looks like in that movie they’re giving you this—”

“Didja see they gave me a CLAW!” *beaming because this was during one of his manic years*

“Oh, good.” *with real relief* “You heard.”

“Heard? It was my idea! Great, innit? Hatt can’t believe they went for it!”

*chuckling in appreciation—‘cause Ten certainly is a true original*

Okay, so, if I go for that second interpretation, then here’s what little I have:

💞✨  OTP ✨ 💞: Marion?

Strictly platonic. But I think they get on very well together. (Ten kills it at “Guess What’s In My Shovel.” Marion adores his witty guesses—and she has no problem at all shutting down and ignoring any of his “nonsense,” when he Gets Into One Of His Moods. She's the only one who can tell him off when he's a dick, and he'll reliably listen rather than resent her.)

Other Ships That Are 👌: His other special friendships:

‘Arry, Bert, Henry, Salty, Madge, Sir Handel, Peter Sam, Harvey, Mavis, Harold

Also Ten and Smudger in Saphirefox’s ‘verse are 👌x1000… I hope there are half-a-dozen more installments

Interesting But Fence 👀: Basically, these friendships are… a bit one-sided?

all the Skarloey engines (he tries to hide it, but Ten has a thing for little guys and the narrow-gauge does just melt him), Bertie, Arthur, Nia, Oliver, Diesel, Percy, Gordon

Amazingly, with Gordon the one-sidedness is on Gordon’s side. Gordon is remarkably tolerant about at least some of Ten’s eccentricities. Given that he usually rails against Ten-sized changes, let alone genuine disruptions, to his daily life, this is an unusual degree of tolerance. But Gordon is okay with the notion that big express engines need, nay have the right, to sometimes cut loose, especially if they’re not getting regular gallops (poor engine!)

Better As Friends 😊: Molly, Daisy—in particular, I can see him and Daisy having a chronic on-again-off-again thing. Mostly off, to be honest. But it’s still as close to a functional romantic relationship as I think Ten will ever have!

Molly would be more of a one-time thing. It was sweet, really—almost too sweet for even Ten to imagine it would ever stand to be poked again.

‘Arry and Bert qualify as better as rivals, I think.

Meh 😑 / Overrated : Even with all the explanation and backstory and worldbuilding in the world, I have to confess I really can never suspend my disbelief for D10/Lady. More power to those of you who are having a ball with it, but it’s just not for me.

It Happened Once In A Dream 🌑 (or AU 🤔): Ten hates Rebecca. (There’s no particular reason; truth is, if you first meet Ten when he’s having a bad day, there’s just no coming back from it. Thomas and Philip are also on his shitlist.) However, he did once have a very, very, very steamy dream about her…

He has yet to forgive himself or her for it.

If I Had to Put Them in a Polycule 💗: This guy is incapable of handling one intimate relationship; there’s no way he’ll ever be well enough to navigate a polycule.

The closest thing I have to offer is that I ship Mavis and Salty (OTP-level, too!) Ten is one of the best versions of himself around them, and they take pity and have him third wheel a fair amount... considering that they themselves don’t get nearly as much time together as they should like.

NOTP 😤: James. In my ‘verse, they probably have the absolute worst relationship on the NWR… It’s a problem, and basically everyone knows to not leave them alone or really anywhere near each other.

[pwarkluv]

❝ you’re the one i want ❞ - yji 

yang jeongin x reader | fluff | 1.8k words

WARNINGS | lowercase is intended, high school au, established relationship au (if that’s a thing lol), non-idol au, just your good old going on a date kinda fanfic where you two realize just how in love y’all are, whipped!jeongin, really fluffy, did i mention fluff?

SUMMARY | when your date ends with a giant promise.

AUTHOR’S NOTE | another fluff fanfic because that’s my forte and i haven’t written any skz things yet :P hehe the pic is my pfp. anyways jeongin is one of my ults and my bias in skz so this is gonna be fun to write! also i’m doing this right, right? it’s yji? yang jeong in? idk why but for some reason it doesn’t look right to me. also the ending’s trash i’m sorry-

“baby please stay still.” your boyfriend softly scolded as he carefully fixed the bunny hat on your head, one hand keeping the hair out of your face and the other placed carefully on the back of your neck to keep you still. 

it was the last couple of days before the start of your guys’s senior year, before things get complicated academically. the august heat burns but you didn’t think twice about it, more excited about the fact that you and jeongin were at seoul land.

your tiny frame bounced up and down, slightly frustrating your boyfriend. he didn’t mind though because you were absolutely adorable in the bunny hat he bought for you. jeongin smiled softly at your excited face reminding him of a kid opening christmas presents. 

his hands then went up to fix the froggy headband you chose for him, making sure he didn’t look completely stupid. when you first pointed out the headband, jeongin had a protest at the tip of his tongue. but dang, the way you looked at him had him nodding his head in approval before he said a word.

“are you done yet innie?” you whined, holding onto his arm as he chuckled. jeongin’s free hand goes up to squeeze the paw of your hat, one of the ears going up. his heart never failed to race whenever you two made eye contact. he wholeheartedly believes you are the most beautiful thing he has ever seen in jeongin’s eighteen years of life.

jeongin smiles at your blushing face before grabbing your hand.

“let’s go loser.” and he drags you to the viking ship on your left.

❝ i like shiny things, but i’d marry you with paper rings ❞

you couldn’t help but smile at your boyfriend’s focused gaze. you guys were taking a little break from rides and instead going around the games and food stands. his tongue poked out as jeongin focused on the target in front of him, fire behind his eyes.

you two were sharing a funnel cake when he noticed your eyes staring at the cute cow stuffed animal. jeongin immediately recognizes it from a kdrama you two watched on your first movie night as a couple. and that’s how you found yourselves standing in front of a water gun stand watching your boyfriend try and win you that stuffed animal. 

the man at the running stand laughed quietly at your dumb and in love expression before the ding rang, indicating jeongin won. your boy jumped a little in victory before turning to you with the biggest smile ever.

and that’s when you felt it. that warm and fuzzy in your tummy, the racing in your heart, the automatic smile you gave him back. you and jeongin have been together since the summer before your second year of high school. you watched as he grew from the shy and timid boy to the (slightly more) confident man he is now. you couldn’t believe how you’re already gonna start your senior year with the love of your life.

love.

in that moment when jeongin stuffed the plushie into your hands and gave you a hug, you knew you were completely in love with him. you wanted to marry him someday.

you didn’t care if you two were in your pajamas or dinosaur suits, you just wanted to be his.

❝ uh huh, that’s right, darling you’re the one i want ❞

jeongin’s palms felt sweaty and clamp as you dragged him towards the carousel. your carefree and euphoric expression made his heart double in size as he blinked at you. suddenly the ring in his pocket felt heavy, weighing him down with every step he took.

the start of summer while jeongin was at the mall with his hyungs, a pretty ring caught his eye. it wasn’t anything too big or expensive (which he was thankful for as a broke high school student), but absolutely stunning. the ring had a thin silver band with one medium sized diamond in the middle, tinier ones surrounding the big one. 

and before he knew it, jeongin was at the shop paying for a promise ring he was hoping to give to you before school started. there was a matching one he bought on a whim, leaving him more broker than before.

jeongin knew he was in love with you in the middle of your third year in high school when you two had a burping contest to see who could burp the loudest. you won (only because he let you) and from then he only had heart eyes for you. 

he’s never felt that comfortable and safe with anyone. being so carefree and home. he was at home with you. so buying you that promise ring was his way of saying he wants to be with you forever. 

❝ i hate accidents except when we went from friends to this ❞

you two met at the start of your freshman year when jeongin spilled milk all over your shirt. he was a shy boy so whenever the lunch bell rang, he ran out of the cafeteria like his life depended on it. but one day he wasn’t aware of where he was going and ran right into your timid frame. 

suddenly you were met with a cold feeling running down your chest.

the poor boy freaked and apologized faster than you could register what had happened. you were a bubbly kid, though not very social so you didn’t mind what had happened. but for some reason you let yourself be dragged by the stuttered stranger, offering you his hoodie he had in his locker. 

his hoodie felt foreign and warm on your body. although he was a stick at fourteen, jeongin was tall. the cloth looked big on your short frame, hands disappeared from the long sleeves. the boy was beyond red looking at you in his clothes. his eyes widened, malfunctioning on why he felt this way. 

“i’m really sorry.” he muttered in embarrassment before turning around to leave. 

“wait!” you called out, tugging on his wrist. if jeongin didn’t resemble a tomato then, he definitely did now. your hand felt warm around his wrist and the sudden source of heat was all his mind could think about. 

“thank you.” you shyly said taking back your hand. you don’t know what has possessed you but suddenly you’re asking what his name was. 

“what’s your name? i’m y/n!” you said with a small smile. jeongin’s heart felt like it was about to explode. 

❝ uh huh, that’s right darling, you’re the one i want ❞

“come one baby it’s almost dawn let’s go~” you whined a bit, pulling his tall frame towards the line. it was almost sunset and you wanted to go on the ferris wheel as the last thing you two would do for the day before studies filled up your date nights. 

well actually, jeongin was the one who suggested going on the ferris wheel to you before you stuck with it in excitement. it was all a part of his master plan to give you that promise ring. he was pretty confident you’d take it, after being together for so long, though of course there’s that small inkling of doubt that you’d reject it and him.

but now that it was almost time, jeongin couldn’t move his legs. he was really about to give you a promise ring.

jeongin laughed to mask his nerves but you knew better.

“awe is my baby afraid of heights?” you joked, no longer pulling his arm but putting your hand in his. “don’t worry, y/nnie is here to protect.” you broke out into a fighting pose which immediately made him laugh at your silliness. 

❝ in paper rings, in picture frames, in dirty dreams ❞

here you guys were at the top on the ride, the sunset warm on your face. jeongin’s leg was bouncing in nervousness causing the box you were in to shake. you were about to reach out to the boy before he spoke up.

“y/n?” he asked in a small yet serious voice. you couldn’t help but worry.

“yes my love?” you responded back, turning your body to face him on the seats you guys were on. “what’s wrong? you’ve been acting weird ever since you got on the ferris wheel.”

your mind was racing with possibilities, the worst one sounding the most obvious with the way jeongin seemed so serious. he wasn’t breaking up with you, right?

jeongin took a deep breath before looking into your eyes, the color more beautiful than the sunset behind you. 

“i love you so much.” he continued before reaching into his pocket, fumbling a bit with the box the ring came in. 

“and i know we’re young and have so much ahead of us. ah you know how much i’m bad with words but, there’s so much we’re unsure of like what’s 25 - 8 or what college we’re going to. but if there’s one thing i’m sure of, it’s that you’re my everything.” the boy said, trying not to stumble over his words. his heart was at an unmeasurable rate, one hand on the ring and the other on your own hand. suddenly he took out the ring, a red velvety box which made you gasp in shock.

at this point you were tearing up. so he wasn’t breaking up with you?

“this isn’t anything too big so don’t freak out.” jeongin joked making you chuckle a bit. “but i know that i want to spend the rest of my life with you.” his grip on your hand tightened before letting go, opening the box. 

“it’s nothing too big but hopefully this could show you how much you mean to me, y/n. here’s a promise ring because i really want to spend the rest of my life with you.”

the ring was beautiful in your eyes. tears fell on onto your cheeks as you looked to your boyfriend. all you could see was genuine love and care. 

you caught him in a hug, causing the box to shake again, sobbing into his chest.

“i love you, i love you, i love you.” you chanted into his chest making him laugh. 

“don’t cry my love. i still need to put it on you.” jeongin chuckled. you wiped off the salty water before holding out your hand. jeongin slowly took your hand as if it was made of glass before slipping on the ring. it fit perfectly. 

❝ oh, you’re the one i want ❞

you put his ring on as well before the box moved indicating that you guys were going back down. before the sight of the pretty sunset escaped your view, you quickly grabbed jeongin’s face to meet yours in a kiss. a kiss to promise that you’d guys would be forever. because yang jeongin is everything you’ve ever wanted.

[lovieebby]

Frogs and Bears

Vic!Daddy!Henry x Little!Reader

Summary: You catch a frog while you and Henry are at the pond.

WC: 1k

Warnings: some ddlg themes, squeamish Hen, slight little!reader, overall some cute fluff

Note: yeah, hi hello good morning! I’ve had this thought written in my docs and tbh it kinda got drowned out but when I went thru all my old docs and deleted some I found this and was like um yes, gotta do pronto! But Leave me some feed back and tell me what ya think!! 💋

This is also an unbeta fic bc i wanted to leave a surprise for y’all so pls be nice to me ✨

It had been a beautiful Sunday, the bright sun was peeking through the green trees and birds gently singing. It was only you and Henry today, Judy was off at a family member’s and didn’t know when she’d be back. You had slightly heard that her niece just had a baby and you where over the moon excited for her, only temporarily bringing it up before she left.

But Henry wanted to keep you busy. He had already taken you to the zoo for a short time, only leaving when you got fussy over the animals. They were either too loud or the poor things looked sad. Though today was much different, the sun was twinkling off the pond water, the trees danced in the summer breeze and Henry had been right by your side.

As Henry walked along the ponds edge with you at his other side, you stopped short at the sound of a croak. Your ears perked at the sound and a gleeful squeal erupted from your mouth when you detached your hands from Henry’s. You kneeled quickly before Henry’s long arms could catch you; afraid you had gotten brave and wanted a swim.

He uttered your name in a quick hiss, his brows furrowed as he watched you dig your freshly clean dress sleeves into the muddy waters edge.

“What are you doing little missy?” He snaps, gripping your clothed biceps and picking you up roughly.

You knew you shouldn’t have gotten your dress dirty, a newly pink one at that but you couldn’t help but reach into the water for your new friend when you saw him perched on the moss. You beamed up at him with a smile brighter than the sun and opened your palm just enough to peek your eye into.

“Daddy look!” You said breathlessly as Henry spun you to face him, you opened your hands wider for him to see the large frog, “I got a frog!”

Henry’s blue eyes met with the angered frog, the amphibious creature was half the size of your palm, big and green with spots of brown and darker green. His eyes widened in slight fear, never in his life had he caught a frog nor less ever seen one so close, well he might have caught one when he was a boy but he decided not to indulge in that.

“Y/n! Put that thing down!” He hissed, coming to smack your hands to let the creature go.

You frowned deeply as you missed his swat. You cuddled the frog closer to your chest, palms closed and dark for the thing while shocked at your daddy for such a sour attitude.

“No! He’s sweet and kind. And he’s a frog! Not a thing.” You defensively spewed, your body turning away from him.

“Y/n, put the frog down.” He corrected, his eyes rolling at your quick defense, “You caught him and now you can release him— He’s probably got a family of sorts so go on.”

Henry’s rushed words and quick fix of his tie made you giggle, his clammy skin to his flushed cheeks was a sure tell of his uncomfortably to the amphibian in your hands.

“You’re not… scared of him, are you Daddy?” You teased, walking closer to Henry with a mischievous growing grin as you watched him back up, hands raising in his own defense.

“Little girl! I’m telling you, put the frog back!”

You giggles got louder as you outstretched your arms closer to Henry, you body hopping in a stomp when he backed up into the tree line. He chuckled with you nervously, grabbing your wrist and shoving your arms away from his reach.

“Y/n!” He laughed, your giggles and squeals contagious, “Let the poor mister go.”

You settled your wrestle with Henry, a few giggles seeping from your lips as you watched him adjust himself. You neared the same ponds edge from where you found your new friend and gently released your clasp.

“Sorry for the hustle and bustle froggy.” You whispered quietly, the frog seeming to question your apology as he looked at you for a short moment before turning and leaping out of your hands and into his home.

You heard a short sigh come from Henry as you rinsed your hands in the pond water and patted them dry on your blush colored dress.

“Now that the ugly thing is gone lets take another lap and go home.” Henry spoke out with a grumble as he fixed his tux and pea coat.

“He’s not ugly Daddy!” You rushed, “I think he’s beautiful.”

You crossed your arms in a pout, looking over at the pond in high hopes the frog in question was deep enough in the water to where he couldn’t hear your Daddy’s mean words.

“He was! He also looked very displeased to be out of his water.” He laughed lightly, fixing up his last button before he walked back on the worn down trail by the pond.

Hearing Henry laugh made you break your frown and attempt to hold your laugh. The frog wasn’t the prettiest but he was still his own pretty nonetheless.

“Well, not ever bloke has charm like you Daddy. Gentlemen like that have to find other pleasing characteristics.” You said lightly, like the frog was an old friend of yours from school.

You shrugged with an exaggerated huff, a small smile as Henry hummed and grabbed your hand to walk with you.

“That may be true, though he is a beefy frog… so maybe he’s courting all the ladies.” He joked, using the only little knowledge he does know about frogs.

You barked a laugh, cheeks sore from them as you carried on your walk before it became too late in the day.

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[incorrect-sdv-quotes]

Okay so I know this is a SDV Incorrect quote blog but I really wanted to show off my SDV headcanon’s so you may ignore this post if you wish (I’ll go back to the normal posts after this, I have like 13 quotes queue’d up right now) 

Headcanon’s under the cut:

1.Alex’s real first name is Alexander he just prefers to go by Alex

2.Alex is a trans male so he was born female but transitioned to male at age 13

3.The bachelors ages are (listed youngest to oldest):

 Alex: 19 

Sebastian: 19 (one month older then Alex)

Sam: 20

Harvey: 25-30

Elliott: 36

Shane: 38

4.Despite Sam being older then him Alex is taller (if you put them side by side Sam looks taller but that’s only cause of his hair if you flattened it you could see Alex was taller)

5.Sebastian is secretly a vampire (He does look like one anyway)

6. Haley and Alex kind of have a Hazel and Xander from Bunk’d relationship where they’re kinda friends but one of them *cough cough* Haley *cough* has a huge crush on the other to where it’s at yandere point- Haley is not QUITE as crazy about Alex that Hazel is about Xander and unlike Hazel Haley can hide the craziness she does have around people but when it’s just her and Alex she’s all crazy and clingy- 

Like, she’ll call him pet names like “My jock prince” or “Alex-zandy-” or “My knight in shining armor” Etc. etc- or hug him and never let go until someone LITERALLY prys her off- Talk about nutty nutty nut-so-

7. My headcanon voices for the bachelors are: (Well some of them, if a name is in strike through that means I don’t have one for that one- yet)

Alex: Shining Armor from MLP

Sebastian

Sam: Rottmnt Leo/2020 Sonic the Hedgehog/Dewy from Ducktails (this one might change)

Harvey: Fozzie Bear (Harvey: WaKa WaKa (I’m sorry))

Elliott: Gunther from Shake It Up

Shane

8.Shane is basically the god of chickens he’s such a good caretaker of chickens that he could summon an army of chickens to peck the eyes out of everyone in town with one “Babock” CHICKEN ARMY!!

If you decided to read this post and you liked my headcanons then this is it for now more might be added later as I play the game and scroll through the SDV tags on Tumblr more 

EDIT 1: More headcanons!:

9: Elliott is an amazing actor but a horrid horror-movie actor (It’s just his screams are unrealistic he will literally just say “Aaaah” otherwise it’s the same as the rest of his acting) (This scream-glitch is an easy fix if you yell “Ghost” more on that in 10)

10: Elliott is TERRIFIED of ghosts even those cute and/or clearly fake ghosts (Why else do you think Spirits Eve/Halloween has Skeletons every year and not ghosts? No one wants to scare anyone Too bad.) Actually Alex dared Elliott to watch the Disney Junior show Vampirina which went fine until Demi came on screen- Elliott literally wet himself and screamed for 3 whole hours- (Poor Alex who had to listen to that the whole time-)

11: Elliott treats his pocket crab as his ACTUAL son, not as his pet but as his actual biological son (it’s actually really cute)

12: The portraits in this video for a portraits mod is how the characters actually look to me (Excluding Elliott Sam and Sebastian they still live in my brain with their cannon looks): https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=cmBW8BzSZpU&list=WL&index=1&t=5s

13: Krobus is Sebastian’s father (yeah you THINK it would not make sense along with Hc numb.5 but if you think about it if his father is a monster and his mother is human he’s gonna be born as a human-looking monster! Which is a Vampire!)

EDIT 2: Damnit. I was scrolling through this and I realized I missed a Hc and it slipped through the original post and the EDIT 1!

14: Alex has Dyslexia (this bugger Hc belonged in the original post but it slipped through both edits)

EDIT 3: MORE HEADCANNONS-

15: Both Abigail and Sebastian used to have hair to match their parents (Abby’s was brown (Like said in game) and Sebastian’s was Ginger) but due to their “Unusual” parents (Abigail: Wizard Sebastian: Krobus) their hair changed color when they got older and their mothers just pretended they died their hair so both the towns people and Abigail and Sebastian themselves would not freak out 

16: Sebastian has snake bite piercing's but he only wears them when he’s alone (he got them in the first place cause 1: Sam dared him and 2: he decided it would be a fun way to rebel against dead to Sebastian Demetrius, he didn’t have to keep them but he ended up liking the look) 

17: Sebastian owns a giant frog plush, it’s twice the size of him, is really soft and is incredibly fat (it’s to the point it’s just a circle that has stubby legs) he loves it more then anything Excluding Alex but he does not want anyone finding out he loves it let alone owns it so he stuffs it under his bed when people are in and/or near his room

18: Sebastian’s first word was literally “Froggy”

Ex:

Robin: Can you say “mama”?

Baby!Sebastian: ...Froggy!

Robin:

Robin: Out of all words your first word is “Froggy”? Really?

19: The shortest to tallest Bachelors are:

Shane

Sam (If you take his hair and go *Squishes flat*)

Alex

Sebastian

Sam (If you count the added height from his Mullet)

Harvey

Elliott (Tall stinky sea dude)

20: Sam got Sebastian to scream “Bubbles” for 5 hours straight 

Details on that:

Sam: It’s impossible to say “Bubbles” threateningly

Sebastian:

Five munities later:

Robin: Uhhhh Sam? Why is my son on the roof screaming “BUBBLES”?

21: Sebastian owns a biker jacket but he only wears it when riding his motorcycle cause the jacket makes him look way more goth then emo and he prefers the emo look over goth look despite he acts more like a goth

22: One Feast of The Winter Star Sebastian got everyone an empty box and when they opened it Seb said: “It’s a void of nothingness. Just like life.” He did not get in trouble or nothing cause your allowed to give what you want but he did not do that again

23: Sebastian requires glasses to read, he can see perfectly but when it comes to reading on a computer or on paper he needs glasses

24: Sam does a perfect Darth Vader voice and Darth Vader breathing noises

25: Sebastian has vampire powers (cause he is a vampire (Hc 5)), he knows about them and is chill about it but he does not use them unless necessary cause he just does not feel the need to use them otherwise (His powers include, immortality (he also can’t be killed cause on my take on Vampires the stuff that “Traditionally” harms/kills them is just a mith and actually does nothing to them), super strength, increased speed, fast self-healing, telekinesis (I know this is not “Traditionally” a vampire power but Seb does have it) and the ability to change into a bat)

26: Both Sebastian and Elliott are actually pretty jacked (Not Alex level jacked but still) you just can’t see it unless they’re shirt-less (but in Seb’s case at least loose the hoodie)

27: Harvey’s doctor’s mallet weapon is just as heavy and as big as himself so he rarely goes into combat cause he has trouble welding his own weapon- 

Harvey: Time to explore the mines! *grabs his giant doctors mallet*

Harvey: Nope going down. *falls backward with a thud*

28: Elliott carries at least one very sharp pencil with him at all times so if he sees a very annoying person or a slime that escaped the mines he’ll grab it and go *StAb*

29: Everyone else makes Hermit jokes around Elliott which he finds funny and annoying at the same time (They used to do the jokes about Sebastian as well but they stopped cause when they did Seb strangled them Darth Vader style) Ex of the hermit jokes:

*singing* Someone’s on the beach with a hermit! There’s a hermit on the beach I know I know! Someone’s on the beach with a hermiiiit! And the hermit’s name is Elliott!

30: If you think Elliott’s cannon SDV schedule is anti-social you should see how anti-social he gets when writing a book-

EDIT 4: Surprise, there’s more

31: Elliott is a mermaid merman (he’s a human by day half human half fish by night but he’ll change forms sooner if you dump water on him- found that out by Haley throwing water on him in hopes he’ll melt-)

32: When in ‘fish’ form Elliott’s tail is incredibly strong (if you get hit by it you’ll go flying 900 feet in the air in 5 seconds at full strength)

33:Elliott only lets Harvey call him “Elly” if anyone else does so expect Elliott to dump water on himself then hit you with his fish tail)

34:Vincent will sing The Little Mermaid song “Under the sea” around Elliott and Sebastian (Sebastian cause think about it and Elliott cause he’s an IRL Mermaid)

[domesticdeanwinchester]

i know the rain like the clouds know the sky

read it on ao3 or below // 1.7k words

It must have rained last night, or maybe very early this morning.

Either way the sky is a cloudy kind of grey. Overcast with those darklight smudges of stratocumulus. It isn't ominous, though, the clouds. They're calm in the sky. Peaceful.

Peace. It isn't a feeling Dean's very used to, the last two decades of his life being the chaotic, apocalyptic, traumatic mess that they were.

But the last couple of months... they've been his first real taste of that. Of the calm after the storm. Of easy days, of settling down and moving slow, of being worry-free. Well, relatively worry-free. There may not be any big bads looming over them and the last of the apocalypses may be behind them, but he's still got a husband with a rebellious streak a mile wide, a brother and a sister-in-law who both encourage it far more than they should (and can get into a fair amount of trouble themselves too), and a once-capital-G-god-turned-four-year-old-toddler to take care of and keep entertained. So yeah, maybe not entirely worry-free.

It's good though. It's really good. For the first time in Dean's life, he's at peace with it. He's happy.

Dean stares out at the sky through the kitchen window as he waits for the coffee to brew, letting himself get lost in the matching clouds of his mind.

The staccatoed hiss of coffee dripping draws him back to the kitchen, and he watches as the drip turns steady and the pot starts to fill. When the stream comes to a stuttering stop, Dean waits for the last hesitating drop to fall from the nozzle. Once it does, he removes the pot and pours himself a cup — this chipped old thing that reads "I never dreamed I'd be a grumpy 70 year old man but here I am killin' it", with the "grumpy 70 year old man" bit in big red letters, that Claire got him as a joke, but that he secretly loves. There's still plenty of joe left, so he replaces the pot and leaves it for Castiel, knowing it won't be too long before he's up too to claim it for himself.

Dean cradles the mug in one hand and pulls his dead-guy robe tighter around his body with the other, ambling towards the back door. He slides it open and takes the mug out onto the porch.

The morning air is crisp, cool and a little bit biting, but he likes the slight sting. There's still a hint of a mist to it, too, that makes Dean think that more rain isn't too far off. It smells like the rain, like fresh earth and a hint of that residual lightning storm ozone smell that reminds him so much of Castiel.

He stands at the railing, wiggling his toes in his toasty slippers, holding the mug between both hands. It's warm against his palms, and he brings it to his lips to take a sip, letting that warmth trickle down his throat, settle in his belly, and bloom throughout the rest of him.

It's quiet outside, only the soft wisp of the breeze moving through the trees to keep him company. The rest of the world still slumbers on.

Eventually the back door creaks behind him, and the wood of the deck groans a little beneath footsteps. Dean doesn't have to turn around to know it's Castiel joining him.

A pair of strong arms slide around his waist, and Castiel hugs him from behind, pressing his warm cheek to Dean's shoulder. Castiel brings his lips to kiss the point of his shoulder blade, and even through the material of the robe Dean can feel it.

"Thought I'd find you out here," Castiel murmurs. "It's cold," he adds, burrowing closer.

Dean shifts back against Castiel, nuzzling into his hug as best he can. "I like it," he says.

"Mm, of course you do," Castiel says.

They fall into a companionable silence after that, just the quiet sounds of the world around them and their steady breathing filling the space between them.

"Come inside?" Castiel asks after a moment.

"I will," Dean answers. He doesn't move, though.

"Are you okay?" Castiel asks gently, shifting from pressing against Dean's back to burrowing into his side.

Dean doesn't answer right away this time. Instead lets the question settle, lets it bleed into his bones. He watches as a bird takes flight from a branch of one of the trees, sees the light breeze make the small patch of grass dance, admires the still surface of the lake in the distance. He thinks of Castiel, living and breathing right behind him, thinks of Jack, young for the first time in his life tucked away in the racecar bed he'd begged for with his worn in stuffed bee cuddled close, thinks of Sam and Eileen and brand new baby Maura probably starting their morning too all those miles away.

A faint smile pulls at the corner of Dean's mouth. "Yeah, I am," he tells Castiel, and he means it. He really really means it. He pulls his gaze from the lake and turns in Castiel's arms to look at him head on, to meet his eyes and hold his gaze. "I am."

A small smile graces Castiel's lips, and they just kind of stare at each other for a moment before he brings a hand up to Dean's cheek. His palm ghosts over it before settling against his jaw, cupping it softly. "Good," he says, then leans in to kiss Dean's cheek.

They stay like that for a few beats longer before Castiel runs his thumb over the arc of Dean's cheekbone. "I'm going to go back inside," Castiel says, trailing his fingertips over Dean's chip before letting his hand fall back to his side. "It's too cold out here," he adds, scrunching up his nose in a way that pulls a fond chuckle from Dean.

"Yeah yeah, go inside ya big ice cube," Dean says, rolling his eyes and turning back towards the porch railing.

"Don't be too long," Castiel tells him, moving towards the door.

"I won't," Dean assures, and takes another sip of coffee. "There's more in the pot for you, should still be warm," he adds, lifting his mug in reference.

Castiel smiles. "Thank you," he says, reaching for the handle. He opens the door halfway, then pauses. "When you come in we should make pancakes. Jack will like that."

It's Dean's turn to smile as a memory of the last time he'd made pancakes filters to the surface. Jack had been asleep that time too, but when he followed his nose into the kitchen to find Dean behind the stove, flipping a pancake the size of Jack's head he'd been so excited. And so amazed too, by how many different kinds of pancakes Dean had whipped up — chocolate chip, blueberry, cinnamon sugar. He'd even tried out a special new recipe, with fresh honey and vanilla. Jack insisted on assisting with the remaining batter, eager and insistent on helping Dean when it got time to flip the pancakes. All the flavors had been a hit, and Jack had been gleeful all morning — a sticky, syrupy, chocolatey mess, but a very happy one nonetheless.

Based on the look on Castiel's face, Dean figures he must be remembering that morning too.

"Yeah, okay," Dean agrees, giving a nod. "I'll be in soon," he promises.

Castiel nods and disappears back inside.

Dean will follow shortly, he will. He'll head back inside and he and Castiel will make stacks upon stacks of pancakes, and maybe one of them will go wake Jack, or maybe Jack will come find them laughing together over the half cooked, half gloopy pancake Castiel accidentally flipped out of the pan and onto the stove. They'll dig into their breakfast with Jack, sitting around their little table together. And later he'll call Sammy. Ask how Maura is. How Eileen is. Maybe they'll video call, and Jack will steal the phone and hold it way too close to his face, and he'll show Sam the new space in his mouth where he'd just lost his tooth. It might rain again, and if it does Jack will want to put on his ladybug rain boots and his new froggy rain hat and jump around in the puddles. They'll bundle up for it, and Dean might indulge his inner child too and jump around in the puddles with him. Castiel will watch from the porch with a blanket wrapped around his shoulders, and he'll disappear back into the house just before Dean and Jack decide to come inside to start up a batch of hot chocolate. All three of them will curl up on the couch and put a movie on. Jack will fall asleep halfway through, tired out from his day in the rain despite the sugary treat afterwards. There will be a chocolate mustache still on his lip, and Castiel will try to gently wipe it away without waking him. He'll curl into Dean's side after, right under his arm, pulling the thick knit blanket tighter around them, and Dean will kiss the top of Castiel's hair. They'll fall asleep like that, too, until Jack wakes them up rejuvenated from his nap and ready for something new. In the evening Dean will make butternut squash soup — one of Castiel's favorites, and they'll eat it with freshly baked crusty bread and some warm apple cider to boot. He and Castiel will tag team giving Jack a bath — he'll beg for bubbles and they'll indulge him, of course — and once he's wrapped up in his favorite pajamas they'll tuck him into his bed and Dean will read him two stories and then Castiel will read a third, and they'll both kiss him on the forehead and say goodnight. Dean and Castiel will take a hot shower together, no fooling around, just the warmth of the spray and their gentle hands on each other's skin, washing, cleaning, touching. They'll dry off and dress in their pajamas, then they too will climb into bed. That night, as another bout of rain pebbles soothingly against the window, they'll drift off beneath three blankets with Castiel curled around Dean. And in the morning, they'll do it all again.

But that will all come later.

For now Dean revels in the peace.

[mysteriesofmilo]

Phineas and Ferb songs tournament, season 4!

We are back with another exciting tournament! This time we will be voting on the season 4 songs in Phineas and Ferb! Here are the first round matchups:

I Need My Letter Back vs Sith Roast Decaf

Monty x Vanessa K-I-S-S-I-N-G vs Giant 3D Scrapbook

Talk to Him vs Dance of Contrition (modernized)

An Army of Me vs Rusty Britches song 2 (Washing)

Sith-Inator vs Du Bois Landscape Artists

Surfin' Asteroids vs Only Tryin' to Help

I Am the Very Model of a Modern Major Monogram vs Cool Song

Socks vs Waggle Dance

Triangulation vs Doof 101

So Low vs Rebel Let's Go

Dance of Contrition (original) vs Fly on the Wall

Troy Song vs Mid-Life Crisis

Trees Are Made of Wood vs Van Stomm If We Don't Succeed

Improbably Knot vs Haunted By You

Extremely Extreme vs Get Back Hair

Serious Fun vs Gotta Get Back in Time

Happy New Year vs New Greenland Anthem

My Evil Buddies and Me vs Rusty Britches song 1 (eaten alive)

Dancin' In the Sunshine vs Fletcher Family Flying Circus

Feelin' Froggy vs Shake Your Body

Backyard Hodge Podge vs Danville Square Dance

Straight Up Bust vs Rock Climbing Wall

Regular Size Scrapbook vs Buford is in Trouble Now

The Ballad of Klimpaloon vs All the Convoluted Reasons We Pretend to be Divorced

Babyface Trucking vs To Do Today

Pi vs Feelin' Super

Punky Momo vs Handcar

2nd Winter Theme Song vs What Might Have Been

Foam Town vs Irving's Campfire Song

History of the Tri-State Area vs Doofenshmirtz Evil Hideout Vacation Swap

Flashing Back to Fashion Forward vs Hockey Z-9

Lots of Me vs Foot Stomp Mash Up (PnF Remix)

This is your regularly scheduled reminder that the entire bracket was RANDOMIZED, as in, picked completely arbitrarily by a computer. So I apologize if your favorites go up against each other early. Anyway,

Vote here: https://forms.gle/ww1Cg51CFN9ECKFv9

View the new bracket here: https://challonge.com/k3a7w1bp

And view the wiki here: https://phineasandferb.fandom.com/wiki/List_of_songs/Season_4

Have fun! I will try to end this round on Sunday the 9th.

[bittybattybunny]

Soooo since I hadn’t gotten many suggestions for Eclipse I wound up thinking “let’s turn her into a frog” cuz a friend sent me a frog video and I felt like it.

Also played with lineart a bit. I changed the tool I used for it to play around some since my headache meds kicked in finally.

fic time! (btw fic takes place in May!)

She put her little hands on her cheeks with a whine. She hopped around the pool and peeked to look again and it was still true. She opened her mouth and looked at the odd blue color and sighed heavily.

“Great. I’m a frog,” she mumbled and sat there, staring at her reflection. “Good job Eclipse. You’ve been a professional treasure hunter for most your life. But these past few months have triggered more curses than you care to count. Why did this one even affect me? It’s water-based.” she lamented and hopped through the old shrine. She sighed as she moved and thought about what could have done it. She paused and looked back. She jumped over rubble and found her discarded clothing. 

With a lot of effort, the frog managed to move the garments and bags and pushed her nose against the shiny ball of metal.

“You.” she hissed, “you must have done this!!” she pouted. 

Of all days to be hunting alone too. She sighed. At least Snatcher had Hattie. It’d be no big deal if she never came home. She could hope the curse would wear off but as a small hand-sized frog she was more in danger of birds and predators.

She sniffled and sighed. She rested her head down tiredly as she made a nest in her clothing and pulled it over her.

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“She’s not answering her phone.” Snatcher chewed his lip. He looked at Hattie who held an equal worry, “I-I’m sure she’s fine but.” he frowned and called his brother.

“Hey---”

“Is Eclipse with you?” Snatcher tapped his foot on the kitchen tile, “I can’t get her to answer her phone. She said she’d only be gone a few days and normally she calls to wish Hattie a good night.”

“I haven’t seen or heard from her since last moon.” Marcus admitted, “Hold on I can check threads see if it says anything.” the ghost shifted to levitate his phone with a few threads as his eyes turned black and he looked. He frowned and took the phone, “I can’t tell from my location. Sorry. Worth a shot if she was near me I’d see.”

“Thanks…” Snatcher hung up and chewed his lip until it bled. He looked at Hattie and sighed. He picked her up and grabbed his bag as he left the house.

“Where are we going?”

“I’m dropping you with your grandfather’s then I’m going to ask Kaya if she’s seen Eclipse.”

“Okay…” Hattie frowned, “mom’s okay… right?”

“Yes she has to be okay.” he smiled gently as he knocked on the door.

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“Soooo you haven’t heard from her and she’s not answering her phone.” the demoness asked as she worked on some papers. She leaned on her hand with a large double mouthed yawn. She rubbed her eye, “Marcus can’t find her so you’re asking me.”

“I-I don’t know how to contact her if she doesn’t answer her phone! You’re a demigod can’t you---” he begged.

She sighed, “I’m a demi-god sure but I’m not omnipotent you know. I just know about curses and monsters.” she stood up and cracked her back. She looked at her shelf as she frowned in thought. Her fingers tracing the spines.

“Hey you have a big crush on her right?” she asked rather bluntly. She watched his face flush and snickered, “Okay that actually can help.”

“Can it?” he frowned and got up, looking at the books.

“Mmhm.” she pulled a dusty rose-colored book down and set it on her desk. She began to flip through the pages until she found the one she wanted, “I’m going to basically teleport you to where ever she is. I’m going to use the fact you’re infatuated with her as the locator.”

He gulped, “D-Does that really work?”

“Yeah, it’d be better if the feeling is mutual but I kinda think it’s not a problem.” the teenager snickered as she looked at the page. She moved away from the desk and pushed the chair out of the way. She pricked her left thumb on her fangs and began to scrawl symbols in black blood on the floor. She huffed and double checked the book. She moved out of the way.

“Come stand here.” she ordered.

He grabbed his bag with a pale expression, “W-what do I do if she’s hurt?”

“Call me. I can easily jump to your shadow as long as I know in advance. Ready?” she asked as a circle of runes glowed around her hand.

He nodded and gripped his bag’s strap tightly, “A-as I can be.” he shut his eyes as the spell trigger and he was hurtled rapidly through the temple into a wall with a crash.

The frog jumped from the water in shock as she heard the noise. She looked around and gasped seeing him. Her heart raced, “S-Snatcher!” she panicked and jumped over to the man as he rubbed his bleeding and broken nose. Her eyes wide as she put little froggy hands on his thigh as he sat there.

He paused and looked around. He heard her. I definitely heard her.

“Eclipse?” he asked as he looked before realizing the frog. He blinked and reached a hand. She timidly hopped on and looked at the palm of his hand instead of his face. He stared and frowned, “Eclipse?”

She looked up and he couldn’t mistake those dual-toned eyes. He gave a sigh of relief. She croaked a little.

“Thank god you’re okay.” he brought her to his face and rested his forehead against her.

“H-How did you get here?!” she asked worried, “S-Snatcher why---”

“I was worried about you.” he admitted softly. He smiled as he moved her away from his face so he could look at her as he talked. He used his free hand to stroke the top of her head gently, “So you’re a little frog. So much for curse resistant.”

She huffed, “I-It had to be part of a fairy curse is all. I-I hoped it would just wear off and I could go home but…” she looked at her hands sadly.

He frowned, “how can I help?” he frowned in thought. His face turned red. He gulped, “S-Should we try our classic curse breaker?”

She felt her heart pounding, “N-No you don’t have to! I-It’s fine you don’t want to kiss a frog a-and I-I’ll be naked!”

He sighed and smiled at her, “I’ll kiss a frog. I mean you’ve kissed a curse high merman, a leviathan, even letting yourself get cursed in your willingness to help me.” he set her down and started to remove his overshirt. She watched and gasped when he dropped it on her. She wiggled in the fabric as he moved to lift her, her head in the neck hole.

She blinked as he chuckled and winked.

“I know not the best solution, but you wouldn’t be naked right? My shirt should be long enough to maintain your dignity.” he offered, his voice never ceasing to raise from the calming tone he used.

She frowned and nodded, “O-Okay…” 

He lifted her gently and placed a small kiss on the front of her mouth. He heard a small popping and felt the cold frog flesh grow warmer and softer. He smiled as she sheepishly pulled away, her silver hair falling as she sat in front of him in his shirt. Her face was bright red as she couldn’t meet his eyes. He smirked and leaned over, kissing her cheek gently making her squeak.

She covered her mouth with her hand as she looked at the floor, “T-thank you for c-coming to help me…” she paused, “W-wait you never explained! H-how did you get here?!” She panicked and leaned over, hands to either side of his lap.

His heart moved faster as she got closer, his shirt doing its best to cover her. He looked away ashamed. He didn’t want to admit how.

“K-Kaya used a spell to teleport me.” It wasn’t a lie. But he elected to not mention she used his crush to locate the werewolf.

She blinked and sighed, sitting down in relief, “Oh. I thought you did something stupid to get here.” she laughed and he tried to calm down with a big cheesy grin. 

“Well, I’m still shocked you could locate me to teleport! How’d you get the destination?” she stood up. He tried to not look up from where he sat. He watched her move to find her clothing and she began to put it back on, carefully so she’d not expose herself to him.

“O-oh um.. Just. things. N-nothing to worry about.” He mumbled, “S-She just used a um.. Special connection of sorts… to locate you.”

“Connection? Threads? Cuz we’re friends and co-parents?” she asked as her face turned pink.

“S-Sure.” he chuckled as she pulled his shirt off and he sighed inwardly as he’d been rather pleased about it. She smoothed her hair and grabbed her bag. She looked to find a broken piece of rubble and used it to push the golden orb as she scowled.

“Is that?” he asked walking over as she pushed it to sink into the pond.

She glared as it slowly faded into the water. “Mmhm.” she sighed, “Stupid thing.” she huffed.

He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her side and pulled her close. She felt her face heat up as he nuzzled her.

“H-Hey now.” she mumbled as he grinned. He stuck his tongue out.

“I missed you.” he pressed his cheek to hers.

She frowned and smiled gently. She leaned against him as he chuckled, “I missed you too. Thank you for coming to get me…”