Its the frogpocalypse (like a zombie apocalypse, but if you're bit by a frog, you become a frog. The frogs will try to get you if you are nearby)
Whats your survival plan?
Imma just let a frog bite me, time for a new dominant species on Earth
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It's the frogpocalypse ( like the zombie apocalypse, but with frogs. The frogs are actively trying to get you)
What's your survival plan?
Kiss them all. In my heart I just know that's the cure
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I apologize, but as I follow you and you allow anons, well. I'm obligated to do this.
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Frogpocalypse.
@i-am-a-freg come get your man
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30 Minutes to Frogpocalypse Gift
Here is my frogtastic disaster gift (rated G; gen) to @keepyourpantsongohan for the Frogpocalypse 30-Minute-to-Gift exchange in @sloaners server!
Theme: FROG
2 Fandoms: Naruto, Fairy Tail
Keyword: Sunshine
Inspo images:
That From Which True Strength Springs
The boisterous Fairy Tail hall was usually a source of great happiness for Makarov, however, so much mirth was too distracting when he had heavy thinking to do, so he slipped out to walk the streets of Magnolia.
In recent years, his wizarding guild took in orphaned youths left to wander the world without guidance. He duly reported each tragic event in those children’s lives to the Magic Council, and the growing number of reports he issued hinted at the coming of a much larger threat in the near future.
(Continue reading below the cut!)
Though he often played the fool, Makarov certainly wasn’t one. His old bones ached from the urgent need to prepare those youngest members to become the strongest mages he could possibly produce. He needed assurance that Fairy Tail could overcome and outlast any one or thing that attempted to destroy it, for the guild's sake (as well as his own).
Each child had some talent for magic and the potential to expertly wield it. Makarov witnessed that same greatness in his son, Ivan. However, so many years of carefully cultivated training sessions intended to groom him as the next Fairy Tail Master resulted in Ivan’s expulsion from the guild instead. That painful failure with his own flesh and blood lurked in Makarov’s mind, always there and causing him to doubt his ability to teach other people’s children to protect the guild in addition to themselves.
Just then, the recognizable laughter of those other people’s children tickled his ears, and Makarov turned towards the sound instinctively. Mirajane led the pack with Natsu and Gray hard at her heels, each pushing the other instead of trying to outrun them. The recently-hatched Happy kept up with them as best as his wobbly wings would allow. A giggling Lisanna followed in his wake with her brother, Elfman, in tow and Erza trailed the pack from a short, tentative distance.
Makarov smiled at their sunshine-kissed skin and hair. Looking at them now, no one could guess at their troubles of the past and future, rather, they radiated health and happiness in that present moment.
They crowded around their destination, which was a fruit stand that appeared on the street on sunny days. Makarov wondered how the owner could stay in business with such fair-weather hours, and when she allowed each child one free fruit apiece. He waited until the children departed and wordlessly handed thankful coins to the smiling owner of the stand. Then, Makarov followed his youngest guildmates from a distance that wouldn't betray his presence.
They stopped and flopped in the tall grass beside the river that ran through Magnolia. Even relaxed, they were an animated bunch, munching on their fruit and watching specks of bright sunlight that shimmered on the water’s surface. Only Elfman and Happy moved about, one to gather flowers for his sisters, and the other to hone his hunting skills.
Elfman handed a fistful of wild blooms to Lisanna and Mira each, then stooped to gather a few more as Happy suddenly dived down near the edge of the riverbank. They both rose, the former with flowers which he offered to Erza, and the latter proudly produced the frog he caught.
Makarov laughed at the group, and it would’ve betrayed him if it weren’t for the children’s loud, delighted exclamations. He quieted his chuckles and neared them as they passed around Happy’s successful catch. Elfman took his turn last so he could hold it longest by the time Makarov was close enough to hear them, though he remained careful to stay hidden.
Gray and Natsu competed to see who could lick their eyeball while Elfman carefully cradled the squirming, hopping creature in his hands where the others could observe it.
“Did you hear that? He said ‘requip,’” Lisanna laughed.
“No,” Mira rolled her eyes, “frogs say ‘ribbit.’”
“I heard ‘requip’ too,” Elfman braved his bossy big sister’s temper to the delight of his younger one.
Lisanna plucked a flower from its stem and placed it on the frog’s head. "See? There's his armor."
"He's so cute," Erza quietly cooed.
Mira’s tough shell crumbled and she joined Lisanna and Erza in placing different flowers atop the frog’s head, laughing while they changed the frog’s armor every time he croaked, ‘requip’.
Makarov smiled his blessing upon them before he turned to walk back to the Fairy Tail Guild Hall. They didn’t need his guidance right now, and they certainly didn’t need an old man’s impatience for youth to hurry up and grow up into strong mages to fight future wizarding wars.
He could and would let his children be children, allowing them to make memories, to forge familial bonds that would be worthy of their fiercest protection against any threat from the past, or future.
He strolled at a leisurely pace, savoring a lighter mind and happier heart, knowing that those children were his children now. And Makarov realized that only he could offer his children that which they needed most: the opportunity to be just that.
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