froginvader

[froginvader]

When making a very minor BPM edit results in an unexpected mashup...

[froginvader]

Here  I  stand,

BLEEDING,

BRUISED  &&

BREATHLESS — 

but  still, STANDING.

indie.  sel. fandomless | planted  by EVAN. personals  do  not interact. graphics by MINT.

[froginvader]

♫♪♫♪♫♪♫

[froginvader]

Upgrade 

[froginvader]

    Actually? To hell with it. Starter call!! 

[froginvader]

Heyo, I plan on coming back soon! I've been struggling with work and moving but I think I'm in a better spot ;w; once I finish moving I'll come back around

[froginvader]

[froginvader]

I’ve not been around much but— hey it’s goo art

[froginvader]

    Awooga

[froginvader]

@madeimpact​ said:

just for fun, do madoka's magical girl outfit. he's gonna rock that /gen

FOOL. The show already drew it for me/j

[froginvader]

The Goobert urge to draw this frog in my mutuals’ muses’ clothes...

[froginvader]

@piiityparty​ || con

    The annoyed look painted on his face melts into surprise. He was standing there for 12 minutes!? Ebony hues stare widely. Those ninja skills were getting too good for his own sake. Or maybe Keroro was too immersed in his own craft. 

    He fiddles his thumbs on the newly built model on the shoulders, feeling a bit bad that he didn’t as much as give a grunt of acknowledgment that Dororo was known.

    “Gero—!? Twelve minutes ?? Why didn’t YOU say anything, de arimasu?”

[froginvader]

Late night Kero,,, as a therapy doodle 

[froginvader]

    Ya’ll mind sending me a DM on either here or discord on what I owe in terms of replies?/gen I have 2 in my drafts but my pudding brain is telling me theres more...somewhere.

[froginvader]

I still love froggies

[froginvader]

What’s Your True Role In The Story?

the "chosen one"

back again young one? still not comfortable with your new title? yes, I can see you are one that prefers the simpler things in life but you do deserve the rank they have given you. oh little sparrow, have you just now realized you are an owl? soaring the skies with gleaming, outstretched talons. you lived your life blinded to your own abilities, but now the truth is out. you did not ask to be a hero, which pains my heart to the core. but alas, the people have given you something so true and bittersweet you cannot bear to refuse them. for they have given you their trust. they praise you, songs will be sung of you, ballads written, feasts in your honor. but "why me?" you quietly whisper to the stars. if you could speak their language you'd hear their simple reply, "because." you, out of the finest candidates were chosen to be a sacrificial lion in golden chains. your loved ones chanted your worth as it echoed from the steeples. but what was your say on the matter? I guess you had little to none, and unfortunately, neither do I. but destiny is not a burden, it is a gift, you feel weighted by the entire world, your shoulders ache from the hopes, fears, and dreams of the people who have chosen to follow you. but their adoration isn't blind my dear. you are strong, you are worthy of the armor, of the crown. when you look back you will realize that you, my young god, were truly the savior many called you. do not run from your purpose, seek it. and I do not mean the heroic of sorts, no, search for what makes you alive young hero, for here's a secret, you are just as much a hero to others as you are to yourself. if wouldn't make you a villian, to tell them no...

Tagged by: @hal-in-the-family​ ...thank you!