#my baby tree frog

[hyydraworks]

Inktober Day 2: not quite fully fledged Grung only my favorite DnD frog peeps 🐸

[crazywolf828]

We got an opossum! He crunches! He munches! He runs around a lil and is adorable!

(definitely recommend turning the sound of for this one)

[koda-krimes]

Appreciate my frog hes silly and his name is wirt and I love him very much

[thedeadthree]

the high stakes tennis match between asoiaf, dragon age, and tes in the ol leg brain at the moment ✨😵‍💫

[theautisticfroglord]

I don't know why I never post pics of my frog, wasabi, so here's her with her new orb

[sisimondsindoorgardener]

[notjustjavierpena]

Meadow (Drabble)

Series Masterpost | Main Masterpost

My last fic here in a while. Please consider following me on AO3 💖❤️

Summary: Javier hears you singing to his newborn.

Pairing: Javier Peña x reader (no y/n)

Tags: Domestic, sugary fluff, Javi POV, babies!

Word count: 850

Meadow

Javier tries to be quiet as he returns to you, carrying a stuffed Eeyore in his hand while listening for the sound of Inés' unhappy hiccups. He calculates his steps on the ground to make sure not to step on a twig or a branch, the crackle of it sure to distress his newborn even more.

He finds that the tall grass dotted with wildflowers and the soft earth is forgiving of his feet, so much so that his presence goes completely unnoticed by you. He never knew that this spot existed, having always treated the road as nothing more but a road until you showed him that its surroundings were so much more. There’s a metaphor somewhere in that, something about him just passing through and you making him able to stop and take a look around. 

The sun is warm on his exposed skin, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows and you have convinced him to leave the jeans for a pair of comfortable slacks instead. He checks the time to see how long he has been gone and it’s nothing more than a few minutes, realizes that the sun is starting to fade from being at its highest point today. 

As he draws nearer to the spot you chose, Inés’ cries have died down completely until they are not heard at all. Instead, it is the soft sound of your voice that drifts through the air to him. You are singing quietly to his daughter, a lullaby that he remembers having heard before in a distant memory of his own childhood. 

A breeze rustles the leaves of the oak tree you sit beneath, its crown of leaves protecting you both from direct sunlight. As if forced by nature to relax, he hears the birds chirping too. This is peace and contentment, he thinks, and how wonderful it is to do nothing with the people that he loves the most. 

When he finally spots you, he finds you sitting on the blanket you brought with your sweater tucked underneath your slightly bent knees. Inés is resting in your lap, cradled by your soft arms, and sleeping soundly with her tiny fingers curled into fists. You are so beautiful as you stare down into his daughter’s blissful face, your smile even warmer in the soft glow of the sun. 

Occasionally, you run a thumb over the length of her nose but you never stop singing to her. The stuffed animal seems a waste of time now but if he hadn’t gotten it from the car, he would have never caught you like this. 

How has he gotten so lucky, he wonders, to have such an incredible woman to be the witness of his life? He cannot believe how sentimental you have made him, his chest aching as he watches your beauty grow even further as it is enhanced by the nature around you. More than a decade in Colombia and he thought he would never feel anything again. How ridiculous a thought that is. 

When he finally makes himself known again, bursting the bubble of quiet admiration he has been in, you turn your head when he kneels down beside you. You stop singing but Inés sleeps on.

Without a word, you notice Javier and then smile until it widens into a grin on your face that outshines the summer sunshine. He smiles back and places Eeyore on the ground in front of you, purposefully posing him to stand in the grass because you always hate when he is careless about stuffed toys. 

“I hope he doesn’t mind getting left in the car,” he whispers as he makes sure Eeyore won’t tip over, “Sorry it took a bit.”

“It’s okay,” you say quietly, “You have made it up to him; grass is his favorite.” 

“Papá! There are frogs here!” Suddenly, his four-year-old son emerges from somewhere in the tall grass, carrying a stick in his hand that he seems to be using as a sword. He grins widely as he approaches the three of you, nearly stumbling over his own feet as he walks quickly on the uneven ground and Javier holds out his hand in case he has to catch him.

“Careful, Muchacho (young man),” Javier chuckles, “You might scare them away if you trip.” 

“I found the biggest frog ever!” Lucas brags and falls into his father’s embrace, throwing his arms around his neck, “I want to show you!”

Javier looks at you to silently ask if you need him. Lucas presses on, “Come on, Dad!”

Inés fusses a little at being woken up by the noises around her. You take the stuffed animal and wiggle it in the air in front of her. You start singing again. It is something about meadows and daisies, something about being warm and kept from harm. 

“Go,” you stop briefly to urge him, “We’ll be here when you come back.”

And as Javier gets up from the ground and takes his son’s hand, he smiles because he knows that you will.

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My last fic here in a while. Please consider following me on AO3 💖❤️

[froody]

There’s this TikTok trend about seeing yourself in the lives and photographs of relatives who passed before you were born. I look a lot like my grandmother’s brother Robert who suffered a traumatic injury at birth and died of the measles in 1950 when he was only 11. We have the same eyes, same big dark brown eyes with long eyelashes, same round face, same thick and wavy dark hair. We looked exactly alike when we were babies. He never gained the ability to walk or talk but great grandmother loved him so much and was so devastated when he died. My grandma told me how much I looked like him. Apparently when I was a child, I’d see photos of him and say “Is that me?”.

He never got the chance to grow up due to a disease that wouldn’t have a vaccine for another 13 years. Due to the medical malpractice at his birth, he was robbed of the chance to do a lot of things boys his age in his era loved to do. Run, holler, catch frogs, climb trees, play cards. But for every day of his 11 years on this earth, he was with his mama who loved him so deeply. He got to meet his baby sister, who loved him for his gentleness and quiet comforting company. He got to eat delicious home cooked meals everyday. He got 10 Christmases, 10 beautiful Virginia summers.

He lives on in me. His memory lives on in me. His face, so like my own face, smiling at me from photographs.

[crazywolf828]

Let's have some good news, first frog has been spotted!

[koda-krimes]

oh my goodness gracious look at my son

[rufwooff]

Asked my little sister for a random animal so I could give Fira a favorite plush... She picked tree frog.

I couldn't not. So I guess my "sweet little baby jumping spider" Fira loves frogs because they "hop hop hop!" And "jump jump jump!" Just like her. 😅😂 She's just a baybeh :3 also yes, smol child is big lost XD

OH NO IT'S SO CUTE SLKIJDJSDIAIJDJISD

FIRA'S SUCH A BABY I LOVE HER

[starlightrosa]

Fizzarolli's Nerves

Summary: Fizzarolli is preparing for Mammon's yearly clown contest, and he's getting nervous, as he just has to be perfect. But all this practicing is disrupting Asmodeus's plan of relaxing with his beloved. That won't do at all.

Pairing: Fizz/Asmodeus

Word Count: 1.4k

Warnings: Tickling, Swearing, Mind-Rotting Fluff. (Author regrets nothing.)

(My very first fic! Please be nice <3)

“You’ll do it, Fizz. You’ll be fine. You need to be perfect for Mammon. Always perfect.” the imp mumbled, practicing everything he felt he needed to practice in order to win Mammon’s clown contest for the tenth time in a row. Fizz knew the elements of the contest off by heart, having won it so many times. So everything running through that little imp’s head was covered.

Balloon animals. Pie gags. Comedy section. Singing, dancing, acrobatics. You name it, Fizz practiced it. There was certainly no shortage on what Fizzarolli could do, and he had to win. He had to be perfect.

That was how Asmodeus, King of Lust and Fizz’s loving partner- er, BUSINESS partner, found him.

“What’s the difference between a snowman and a snow-woman? The snowballs! Wait, no. More energy, I need to have lots more energy. Like, twenty seven coffees kinda energy. Okay. You got this, Fizz. You got this. Try again. What’s the difference between a snow man and a snow woman? The snowballs! Hmm, still missing something. What could I do? Maybe I could juggle? Do a pose? Maybe I could hit myself in the face with a snowball? Um… ah, think, Fizz!” the jester rambled.

Ozzie yawned as he came into the living room where Fizz was, the rooster rubbing at his eyes.

“Froggie, it’s eight in the morning. Are you seriously practicing this early in the morning? Come back to bed, babe. You’re gonna be exhausted…” Asmodeus murmured, the grand lord rubbing at his eyes.

Alas, the imp did not heed Ozzie’s warning.

“Ozzie, I have to be perfect for Mammon. If I’m not perfect, then I’ll lose! And I don’t wanna lose, that just-! Ugh. It just can’t happen, okay? I need to be perfect. I need to be better than perfect! I-!”

And that was when Ozzie got on his knees and scooped Fizz off the ground, pulling his beloved into a hug. Despite initially struggling to get out, Fizz soon relaxed and sunk his head into his lover’s chest.

“Fizzie~” Ozzie coaxed, using that voice that Fizz liked to hear. Honey rich and sweet, it always comforted Fizzarolli enough to talk about what was bothering him, and it brought Ozzie some peace of mind to be able to know what was distressing his beloved imp partner.

“Ugh. Ozz, what if I’m not good enough this year? What if I don’t win?” Fizz asked. Ozzie just chuckled.

“Fizz, you’ve won for nine times straight. Ten times this year, guaranteed. And you wanna know why you win so much? Cause you got some talent about you. Plus, Mammon says he wants the best, and we all know you’re the best he’s got. And besides, if that fat Christmas tree wants something better, he just isn’t gonna find it. Plus he won’t give the others a chance, he’ll pull the strings so you win anyway, and I’ll put money on that bullshit.”

“I need to win, Oz! And I need to practice if I want to win. Can you let me go?” Fizz asked, trying to gently pry himself out of Asmodeus’s arms. The King of Lust, however, did not budge a single bit.

“Well, I would on any other day, but I am not having my Fizzie Frog being anxious as fuck. So here’s what we’re gonna do. We’re gonna go back to bed, watch a stupid rom-com, and laugh at it, spending time with each other along the way.”

“Nice thought. But maybe later, Ozzie.” Fizz murmured. And that was when Asmodeus’s grip tightened slightly.

“I don’t think I phrased it as a question, Froggie~” Asmodeus responded, the Lord of Lust’s fingers moving slightly towards Fizz’s stomach. Fizz squirmed a little in Ozzie’s arms, already knowing where this was going.

“Ozzie, don’t you fucking dare!” Fizz yelped, biting back a smile.

“Oh, but I do fucking dare, baby~ give Ozzie that tum-tum, and I’ll tickle those worries right outta ya!” he declared, his fingers finally landing as he snuck them up Fizzarolli’s jester shirt, softly poking and scratching along Fizz’s belly.

Poor Fizzarolli had no chance to resist.

“Pffffhahahaha! O-Ozziehehehe!” Fizz giggled, gently squirming side to side in his lover’s arms, trying to gently slap Asmodeus’s tickly fingers off.

“Hands to yourself, Froggie. Don’t make me get them out of the way~” Asmodeus teased.

Fizz pouted playfully even as he struggled a bit. Rough tickles made him laugh a lot, but these soft and gentle tickles were much worse sometimes if Ozzie was the one tickling Fizz.

ESPECIALLY if Ozzie was the one tickling Fizz.

Ozzie saw the playful pout and he tutted. His Fizzy, pouting at tickles? Oh, that just would not do, no sir.

Asmodeus migrated his gentle scratches down to Fizzarolli’s hips, enjoying the squeaky laughter that slipped out of his beloved’s mouth. “Aww, someone’s squeaky. Squeaky Fizzie.”

“Hahahaha!!! A-Asmodeus, it tickles! Q-Quihihit it!” Fizzarolli managed to press out, a dark black blush adorning his cheeks. Asmodeus had to bite the inside of his cheek to stop audibly cooing at how goddamn cute his boyfriend was being.

“Not until you agree to come relax with me, Froggie. Just say that you’re done practicing for the day and these tickles will stop. How ‘bout that, huh? Seems a fair deal to me.”

“B-But I can’t stop!”

“If you can’t stop, then neither do these tickles, Froggie.” Asmodeus cooed, a wicked grin on his face as his fingers slipped up to Fizz’s torso to prove a point, beginning to gently count his beloved’s ribs. “Two. Four. Six. Eight…”

Fizzarolli was lost in snorting laughter as he felt Asmodeus’s fingers lightly working his ribs.

“Ahahahaha, hehehehe! N-Not fahahahair, Ozzie! Hahahahaha!” Fizzarolli cackled, the odd snort leaving him. For Lucifer’s sake, how could one imp be this cute? Asmodeus felt his heart squeeze in adoration with every snort that came from Fizzarolli’s mouth.

“All is fair in love and laughter, Froggie.” Asmodeus shot back.

Fizzarolli threw his head back, his jester’s hat jangling as he did so. Satan’s beard, it tickled so much!

“Aah! Ah, ah! Nohohohohahaha! Ozzie, not there! Not there, plehehehease!!” Fizzarolli begged, feeling his lover’s fingers tracing at that one spot at the crook of his neck.

Ozzie only chuckled, not stopping the traces. “I’ve not even done anything yet, Fizzie Frog. You can’t be that ticklish here, surely?” he asked, though Ozzie knew much, much differently. It was one of his little rituals he did. Before they both went to bed, Ozzie would give a gentle kiss on Fizz’s neck each night. The imp was rather ticklish on his neck though, and the feeling of Fizz slamming his face into Ozzie’s chest, trying to muffle his ticklish giggles never failed to bring a smile to the Sin’s face.

“N-No, I’m nohohohot!” Fizz lied, immediately going for the defensive move. But Asmodeus was no fool when it came to his beloved partner. Ozzie knew Fizz’s tells, just as Fizzarolli knew his.

“Is that so, Froggie? Funny, I seem to remember that you can barely handle my goodnight kisses on that neck of yours. Like, all I do is this…” he explains, landing a kiss on Fizzarolli’s neck, right into the crook of his neck with an overexaggerated “MWAH!” noise, grinning wickedly. “…And you just fall about laughing!”

Fizz, as expected, burst into hysterical giggles as he kicked his robotic legs every which way, trying desperately to not kick his beloved in the face.

“O-Ozzie! Stop it, hahaha! Stop it, that tickles, Ozzie!” Fizz cried out, a wide smile betraying his true feelings.

Then Asmodeus decided to get a little bit mean. He gently held Fizz against his chest and nuzzled the crook of his imp partner’s neck… before blowing a soft raspberry into the crook. Fizz absolutely squealed.

“EEEEEEEEK! HAHAHA, AAAH HAHAHA! SHIT, HAHA! OKAY, OZZIE, OKAY!” the ticklish little imp shrieked, going limp in Asmodeus’s arms. And that was when Ozzie knew he’d had enough.

“Thought as much, babe.” Asmodeus smirked, finally switching the mood from playful to cuddly as he stopped the tickles, his fingers softly scratching the top of Fizzarolli’s head. The imp melted under his touch as Ozzie walked back to their shared bedroom, the doors closing behind them.

Asmodeus settled Fizz under the covers with him. And soon the pair drifted off, smiles on both of their faces as the sounds of that dumb rom-com in question, Pretty Woman, played in the background forgotten by them both.

Finito! Hope you enjoyed this one :)

[world-fire-entity]

COTTAGECORE CORRUPTION

"Hey I love you"

*Gives you all my cottagecore corruption avatar concepts*

Lowkey, if you use/are inspired by this pretty please tag/credit me. Mainly tag me. I WANT THESE TO BE MADE SO INSANELY BAD AND I WANNA SEE THEM.

[VISUAL ID:

IMAGE 1: Human-Insert has Lily pad on top of its head as well as a frog buried into its neck, a frog buried into his arm, 4 frogs on top of each other buried into its stomach, a frog buried in its leg, and a frog climbing up its leg. END 1 IMAGE 2: Human-Insert with orange tree branches sprouting from various parts of it's body. It smells of Citrus. END 2 IMAGE 3: Human-Insert with Mushrooms growing out of its head, arms, and legs. END 3

IMAGE 4: Human-Insert with strawberry bush growing through a cavity in its abdomen and one growing my its left leg. A stray strawberry vine is covering its eye while fugly sonic the hedgehog, Jerry, and that bunny from snow white beg for food at its feet. END 4

IMAGE 5: Human-insert has a duck on its head, two baby ducks burying into its neck, three in its abdomen, one through its arm, one trying to climb its leg, and two trying to get in on this. END 5

IMAGE 6: Human-insert has flowers growing out of various cavities throughout its body. These flowers attract hummingbirds and bees. END 6 VISUAL ID END]

[octopiys]

Switching it up a little, COD characters as things my friends have said

Soap: fuck burger king. I'd rather have herpes than burger King.

Laswell: my wife is touching your wife. Our wives are touching each other!

Graves: is he white? If he is, then we have that in common

Price: they just prefer... to be called a gaggle of gays

Ghost: I'm gonna Clinton myself

König: You can make be whoever the fuck you be!...shit.... You can be maked be whoever you make fuck make you be!

Rodolfo: did I tell you about the time I got babysat by an iguana

Valeria: I love having a Dr pepper and swirling it around like it's fucking champagne

Gaz: Price took our phones away so obviously we had to make spitballs and shoot them at each other

Ghost: why does everyone hate it when I have caffiene? Is it because my mom did drugs while I was in the womb?

Rodolfo: give me your phone or else I'll bomb your house

Alejandro: I took one, and then twenty minutes later I took another one, and I turned into a couch

Gaz: my dad is like Bon Jovi, but worse

König: you may or may not have a mushroom in your coke. What I'm saying is, you have a mushroom in your coke.

Soap: I did take biology once in high school! Well, until my teacher quit because we hung a skeleton and burned a frog

Farah: I just sold my watermelon tree and now all my dragons are mad at me :(

Alex: Farah can you hand me my nutty butties and my crack

Ghost: I'll trade you it for some Adderall. It's not mine though

Alejandro: I stole a book from a church once. It wasn't even the bible

Roach: technically all babies are biodegradable if you leave em long enough

Valeria: we're gonna crowdsurf the preschoolers

Nikolai, looking at a one eyed dog: so how big do you think that dog's blindspot is

Alex: never once did I think I'd see hank green talking about his love for crack

Find part 2 here

[ghouljams]

Bug absolutely being the big brother to the price girls is the cutest thing in the world. I want to eat him and gaz up nom nom nom they’re too cute. I envy Birdie every day of my life

Birdie is the envy of everyone in the tri-state area. She's got the cutest baby on her hip and the best man holding her hand. Here's some Gaz and Birdie and Bug fic, with Bug being a big brother to little miss Mary.

You hug close to Gaz's arm, your fingers laced with his as you walk. The leaves on all the trees blaze a bright orange and red, the air is brisk enough you don't feel bad cuddling close, you love fall. And you love Halloween! You and Gaz walk a few steps behind Bug as they toddle along in a spider-man costume. They hold tight to your god-daughter's hand, her other pudgy hand holding tight to a plastic wand.

"Gotta say trick or treat," Bug coaches Frog. She bounces, hopping over a crack in the sidewalk excitedly.

"Tick o teat!" She babbles, giggling and bouncing along.

Gaz kisses the top of your head where it's resting against his shoulder. He drops your hand to wrap his arm around your shoulders, rubbing your arm affectionately as you walk. Bug stops to let Frog crouch down, she stares at a penny on the sidewalk. Bug crouches too, picking up the coin for her and running over to Goose to drop it in Frog's bright pink pumpkin basket.

Goose leans over to be at an easier height for Bug, and lets out a quiet noise standing up again. Bug rushes back to Frog and grabs her hand, urging her to keep walking to the next house. Ghost settles a hand on the small of Gooses back and whispers in her ear. You press closer against Gaz's side with a smile. Seeing your friend so happy warms your heart, the same way seeing your kid tugging Frog along makes your heart melt.

"They're cute kids," Gaz tells you, as the kids are cooed at by one of the older women passing out candy.

"Super cute," you smile, turning to look up at him. He leans down to kiss you, meeting your smile with his own, a few short slides of his lips before he's pulling away.

"I can't wait for the next one." He murmurs, squeezing you a little tighter. You kiss him again, enjoying the scratch of his stubble, the warm press of his lips. He's wearing the cologne you bought him, and it smells just perfect.

"Me neither," you tell him honestly. You hear Bug give a loud "Thank you" and turn your attention back to your trick-or-treaters.