#Frog Writes

[frog-writes-for-fun]

Hello! So, I’m new here, and not exactly sure if you’re up to it (saw that request are open, but you can decide if you want to do it or not) but can I request platonic hermitcraft x reader? Like, reader is pretty honest, but if they’re asked if they did something nice for them, they would lie and say it was probably someone else, out of habit? (Like they give gifts to the hermits, or get something the hermits said they needed?) Idk if you want to do this, it’s just a silly idea. You can choose who you want to write for.

…Have you been watching me? This is exactly what I do- If they ask me outright, I’ll answer that it was me but I don’t generally tell people that gifts are from me.

All Too Kind

c!Hermits x gn!Reader

Summary: Some overnight gifts quickly become a serverwide mystery. You, however, are content to remain anonymous.

Notes: None! It's just a fluffy little thing!

You packed the cakes into the chest carefully. Even stacks, spread into rows on the bottom of the chest. Smiling, you stepped back, closing the lid with a soft and satisfying thunk.

Grian will love this.

Kneeling to the ground, you dug in your pack for the worn map of the server and a fresh stack of rockets to keep you in the air.

Next target: False Symmetry.

“Did you hear the news, dude? Someone’s been leaving gifts of cake everywhere!” As you walked through the shopping district, Ren’s voice carried from where he stood talking to Doc. “At this rate no one’s going to need my pies or Scar’s cookies, we’ll all be too full of cake!”

“Tell me about it. I found three shulkers full of cake near where I’ve been doing my redstone.”

“Three shulkers! You’re lucky, my dude.”

Doc shook his head. “I’m more curious about who’s been giving out all this cake. It’s not exactly the cheapest food source…”

Their voices drifted off as you continued your stroll.

“I’m going to catch the Cake Bandit in the act!”

Grian was happily explaining his grand plan to you, though you were caught off-guard by his name for the mysterious gift-giver.

“Cake Bandit? That makes it sound like they steal cakes, not deliver them!” You laughed, shaking your head.

“Well, they sneak in here in the middle of the night, like a bandit. And Cake Deliverer doesn’t have the same ring to it.” Grian’s face was serious. “Cake Bandit is a much better name.” His expression flipped to a wide grin faster than you could blink. “And I’m going to catch them when they come tonight! That’s why I’ve come to you- would you like to help me set up the trap?”

Gem held a clipboard, a pair of glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. She wore a white lab coat- perhaps Cub had lent it to her?

“Now, would you consider yourself to be a tricky person?”

You shrugged. “Not really. I mean, I know how to sneak around, but I wouldn’t use that ability to trick people.”

She tapped the clipboard with her pencil. “I see. And you’re sure you don’t have any information on this infamous Cake Bandit, as they’ve been named?”

“No, I don’t.” You shook your head. “Maybe Scar would have some idea? He has the cookie factory, maybe he or Ren branched out to another sweet treat.”

Gem lit up. “That’s a great idea! Ahem. I mean, thank you for your information. It will be taken into consideration for this study.”

Xisuma sighed. “No, Grian. I don’t know who the Cake Bandit is. And even if I did, they obviously want it to remain a secret.”

Doc nodded. “It has been a month. If they wanted us to know who they were, we’d know by now.”

You fidgeted slightly. The Cake Bandit had come up at all of the recent Hermit meetings. 

Xisuma stood from his seat at the table. “I would like to say, whoever it is, you are all too kind. I’m sure everyone here feels the same.”

There were nods and noises of agreement all around. Ren called out “Hear hear!” to a smattering of laughter.

You could feel your face grow a bit warmer. Even if they didn’t know who you were, it felt nice to be appreciated.

You finished packing the last chest. 

A few redstone components, some coal blocks, arranged in a mustache, and some potatoes, of course. 

Closing the lid, you grinned. The click of the latch shutting was your signal, and you quickly lit a firework, taking off into the night sky. The Cake Bandit had struck again.

#frog's fics #frog writes #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x y/n #grian x reader #grian x y/n #rendog x reader #rendog x y/n #docm77 x reader #docm77 x y/n #xisuma x y/n #xisuma x reader #geminitay x reader #geminitay x y/n #reader insert #gender neutral reader #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n

[broken-clover]

16- Halfway There

Not sure why I put this prompt in here, it was hard! Hence why this took me so long. Here I tried to focus a lot on sensations, despite not having been to a concert in a while the post-show high still sticks with me. I thought it'd be fun to combine some of that with Sol and Axl since they seem the type to be familiar with it.

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“How much longer ‘s it gonna be, chief?”

The motor beneath them rumbled, muffling out any actual grumbling that may have been happening elsewhere. “Five minutes after the last time you asked.”

“Which was…?”

He sighed in frustration, loud enough that it was audible over the vehicle itself and the wind whipping by. “We’re ‘bout halfway, give or take. Another hour and a half, probably.”

“Huh. Damn. Didn’t seem that far on the way out.”

“Going to that show was your idea, y’know.”

“Hey, show was good!” Axl shrugged innocently. “Commute’s shit, but the show was good.”

Sol gripped the Firewheel’s handlebars tighter in a desperate attempt to avoid smashing his passenger’s head in. Even if he really deserved it. He heard the man yawn, and, despite not being tired himself, copied the gesture.

“...Guess it was a decent show.” Despite being a music guy, it had been a long time since he’d gone to a live show. Post-apocalyptic bands didn’t hold a candle to the classics, but Sol would admit he missed the simple act of rocking out in a crowd to ear-bursting guitar and drinking a shitton of crappy beer something fierce. Plus, Axl had paid for the tickets, so it wasn’t like it had been a waste of his own money.

A cool spot of wind filled his lungs as he breathed in, and he paused to toss his head back to loosen any stray hair pinned against his collar. The trailing ends of his limiter and the long strands of his ponytail flapped behind like a thin flag. Driving in the dark on a quiet stretch; he’d missed that too.

He momentarily checked the sidecar. Axl had made himself more than comfortable, slouching back into the seat until his knees were almost higher than his head. One arm hung over the edge, fingers spread to feel the air go by.

“Just make sure you’re belted in. Don’t wanna hit a bump in the road and have you go flying out at 80 miles an hour on the highway.”

Axl yawned again. “Dunno ‘bout you Yanks and your weird measurements, but tha’ sounds pretty fast.”

“Yeah. It is. So don’t do it, unless you’re excited to burn most of your skin off on the asphalt.”

“Ew. Nah, pass.” He scooted up until he could prop his chin atop his arms draped along the edge of the car. “Man, it’s kinda nice out.”

“‘s fine if you wanna sleep the rest of the way.”

“Y’don’t mind?”

“Nah. Still a ways to go.” Sol shot him a dirty half-smirk. “Saves me from having to listen to you talk, too.”

Axl gave his sleeve a playful smack. “Piss off, mate, you’re a century old and ya still need driving tips!”

“I’m not taking driving advice from someone who drives on the wrong side of the road.”

“Yeah, yeah, whatever you say, Mr. Imperial Measuring System. B’sides, we still have better tea.”

“Tea is shit,” Sol shrugged. “Why d’ya think we chucked it in the harbor?”

“Ugh, like five hundred years and you’re still on that?” Replied Axl, rolling his eyes. “...Look, gonna be honest, I did get stranded around there one time. Didn’t realize what I was doing until after the fact. Actually kinda fun. Like trashin’ a hotel room, ‘cept it smelled nicer.”

The driver gave him an odd look. “Bullshit. You’re drunk.”

“Prolly.” Yawning again, he burrowed into the warm bend of his arms. “We almost there, chief?”

“Only been five minutes since the last time you asked. Which was five minutes before the time before that.”

He waited for a response. He didn’t get one. When he could spare a look away from the road, Axl had already conked out, long hair trailing behind in the breeze like a comet-tail.

“...Figures,” he grunted, pressing harder against the gas. “Was actually havin’ fun for a second.”

#frog writes #comfortober #guilty gear #sol badguy #axl low

[frogwithhatto]

Ich liebe dich

Pairings: KönigxGhostxSoap

TW: Simon gets hurt for like 2 seconds, but it´s only mentioned briefly

Summary: König teaches them some german but forgets he has been using one particular phrase a lot around them, which Ghost asks him about...Said phrase might translate to 'I love you' which they haven't told each other yet.

Notes: just super fluffy and wholesome, those 3 deserve it, it is set in the same „universe“ as my other fic about them; Alleine. If it’s a continuation is up to you to decide :)

Words: ~1.7K

König was sitting on his bed, back against the headrest, legs crossed. He was lost in the book he was currently reading eyes scanning the pages his mind encompassed by the story. He wasn’t wearing his hood, there was no need for it in the privacy of his own room.

There was a knock on the door, followed by two familiar voices asking if they could come in. König couldn’t hide his smile as he eagerly called back that they could enter. His smile grew even wider as he saw Johnny who was making his way towards him in an instant, crawling on the bed and laying his head in the Austrians lap. „Mmhh missed ya.“ he mumbled nuzzling his head on one of Königs thighs. Ghost let out a hum, agreeing to Johnnys words. All of them knew they had only been apart for the briefing Ghost and Soap were attending but still König felt warm and fuzzy at those words. They missed him even though they weren’t apart for more than a few hours? The thought made him blush, his cheeks turning a light shade of pink.

Ghost wasn’t as eager as the Scot simply opting to sit down next to König and resting his head on his shoulder. The Austrian could see how he must’ve been smiling as well beneath his balaclava. „What are ya reading there?“ Ghost asked his voice deep and his eyes laced with curiosity as he scanned the pages. Johnnys interest was sparked as well as he tried twisting his head in a way that would allow him to read the title on the books spine. „Oh iz jus an old German book, my mom uzed to read it to me when I was a child.“ König answered a smile spread on his face as he indulged in reminiscences.

„Could you teach us some German König?“ Ghost requested, lifting his head from the others shoulder to look at him with questioning eyes. Oh god those eyes König could get lost in them for hours. Johnny nodded eagerly agreeing with Simons idea but chose to keep his head in the Austrians lap. König put the book on his nightstand and proceeded to place his left hand on Soaps shoulder absentmindedly drawing little shapes on it.

„Well of courze uhm let me think…“ he trailed off, racking his brain for anything he could teach them, suddenly he had an idea. He placed his right hand on Simons cheek, thumb ghosting over his cheekbone as their eyes met. The Austrian almost got lost in them, Simons light and incredibly long lashes blinking at him. „Du hast wunderschöne Augen.“ Königs voice was barely above a whisper as he spoke those words, his eyes soft and full of adoration as he gazed at the other man. Ghost didn’t understand the words but still felt his cheeks heating up, they had clearly been a compliment and the softness of the moment had overwhelmed him. „W-what does it mean?“ he whispered scared that talking too loud would interrupt the wholesome atmosphere. Now it was Königs turn to blush, nervously breaking eye contact and mumbling „Well it meanz u hav beautiful eyes.“ Simon was sure his face was bright red beneath the balaclava, his cheeks heating up and a grin spreading on his face.

„Mhh if that ain’t true Lt.“ Soap piped up.

„Ah shut up you two.“ Ghost laughed and proceeded to push up his mask to place a small peck on Königs pink cheek. His lips lingered on the others skin a bit longer than necessary, a silent thank you. Simons slightly chapped lips a stark contrast to the slight stubble on Königs cheek.

„Now make Johnny blush too.“ he whispered into the Austrians ear his lips curled into an evil grin before returning to his original position. His mask still on the bridge of his nose and his head resting against Königs shoulder.

„Hmm letz see… can’t forget our little man, right?“ König stated petting the Scots hair. „Hey it’s not my fault you two are giants!“ Soap huffed as he crossed his arms in front of his chest and pouted. „Aww no don’t pout now, Liebling. Dein Lachen ist viel süßer.“ König noted as he gently traced the shape of Johnnys lips with his thumb. The scot was looking up at him, his eyes widened as he asked what exactly the Austrian had just said to him. „Your smile iz way cuter.“ König whispered. The statement had indeed made Soap blush which didn’t stop him from shooting the Austrian his biggest grin. Ghost let out a little ‚aww‘ but suddenly he remembered he had wanted to ask König for some time now…

„Hey uhm you’ve said that one phrase I can’t remember right now a few times, what does it mean?? Johnny help me out here.“ „Uhm… OH yeah ish liebe disch? That the one you meant Si?“ Ghost nodded sitting up and pulling his knees to his chest to see Königs face better. He was a bit shocked to see that the others face was bright red, well at least where he could see his cheeks, the Austrian was pressing his palms against it. An attempt to hide from the explaining that awaited him. He was silently scolding himself for being such an idiot, admitting to more serious feelings and complimenting his partners was just way easier for him in his mother tongue, definitely not because they couldn’t understand him…

Soap also sat up at the confused look Ghost shot him, crossing his legs to sit opposite of the flustered Austrian. „Hey König I’m sorry I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.“ Johnny stated as he placed his hand on his tight, an attempt to ground König and asses the situation. „Yeah you don’t have to tell us if you don’t want to, love.“ Ghost added, worry laced in his deep voice. He and Soap shared another worried glance.

„N-nein it’s fine I’m j-just… uhm I got thrown sa uhm bit off.“ he smiled as he removed his hands from his face. Soap had said those words without knowing what they meant but still the Austrians brain had short circuited. In order to calm his nerves König proceeded to take a deep breath as he gently took Soaps hand in his left and Ghosts in his right. They were still confused, a nervous quiet spread throughout the room.

„Ich liebe dic-.. euch sorry plural means uhm I love you, Johnny a-and I love you Simon“ König stated eyes nervously darting between his lovers. They hadn’t said those words to each other yet except for the Austrian who hadn’t admitted to it in a language the others would’ve been able to understand. He wasn’t one to hide his feelings, in their line of field one had to appreciate every moment not spent in combat. Still those words scared him, his fear of rejection getting the best of him.

Suddenly it clicked for Soap how König would mumble those words in his ear when they were cuddling both of them almost asleep but still trying to stay awake a bit longer to relish in each others touch. How he would pant them at him after they had a play fight in bed, Soap straddling the Austrians hips, both of them out of breath and grinning from ear to ear. Königs eyes growing soft and full of endearment as he had said them hypnotised by Johnnys winded laughs and giggles.

Ghosts eyes also widened in realisation, König had said those words after an especially intense mission in which Simon had been wounded. He had rushed to the brits side as soon as everything was clear worry in his eyes, hands frantically inspecting Ghosts wounds. He had cursed and spat out various German words Simon didn’t understand and he had just gone along with it not paying closer attention.

„So ein Dreck… fuck“

And

„Ghost?? Scheiße! You wiz me?…“

But after Simon had confirmed he was doing alright and König double checked to make sure of it, he had ended with:

„Gott sei Dank, ich liebe dich.“

König had grown incredibly nervous. Why weren’t they saying anything? Oh god this had been a mistake, but he did love them why lie about it? He was pulled out of his thoughts as Soap squeezed his hand, the others eyes searching for his. As König finally mustered up the strength to look at Johnny he saw the look of pure happiness in his face. His eyes were wrinkling at the edges and his lips were spread in a smile. Shifting his attention to Ghost he noticed a similar expression, his eyes full of love and a soft smile playing on his lips.

„I love u both too so so much, ya fuckin’ giants.“ Johnny laughed pulling both of his lovers faces closer to leave kisses all over them. Mushing Ghosts and Königs faces together, their cheeks pressed against each others as they beamed at Soap, giggling after every peck they received. Oh the Scot had those two wrapped around his little finger.

König had pulled them down with him as soon as he had the chance to, Soap was laying on top of him as Ghost was tucked into his side resting his head on the Austrians chest. Simon looked back and forth between his partners, he was feeling incredibly lucky, he almost couldn’t believe what was happening.

„I love you too Johnny… and I-I Isch lieabe disch too? uhm König.“ he mumbled a bit insecure the whole situation still overwhelming him. Nevertheless he tried to imitate how König had pronounced the words as best as he could. Soap simply beamed at Simon pressing a kiss to his forehead. Königs cheeks were still a light shade of pink as he pulled Ghost impossibly close which led to Simon nuzzling the crook of the Austrians neck, breathing in his scent of freshly cut herbs which had mixed with Johnnys minty one.

Soap had already fallen asleep as König let out a quiet „thank zou“ voice sounding sleepy and stifling a yawn, Ghost simply replied by pressing kisses to his neck. „Night König…“ the Brit paused contemplating his next words. „love u.“ Simon smiled into the others neck shuffling closer a content smile on his lips as he closed his eyes.

„Ich liebe dich auch Simon.“ König yawned tightening his grip on his partners as he drifted off.

Translations: Gott sei Dank - Thank god

#frog writes #cod mwii #könig call of duty #könig modern warfare #könig mw2 #könig x ghost #könig x soap #ghost x soap #ghost cod #soap cod #ghost mw2 #könig x ghost x soap

[falseficus]

everybody’s always on writing prompts like “what if there was a world where everyone had a timer ticking down to their death… but you met someone whose timer said infinity!” or “what if everyone had their cause of death tattooed across their forehead… but you met someone whose forehead said THE CREATURE!” Enough -

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

and cause of death. you interview for a job and emblazoned across the healthy, smiling face of the HR lady is MALNUTRITION. your country is prospering, safe, but every person you meet on the street from the babies to the old women read BOMB. BOMB. what kind of havoc would fate wreak on the world? what about the loss of privacy? how would that shape our notions of hope? idk man I think a lot of those ancient poems were right, and the fates are monsters. I’m interested by the framing of these ideas as trite horror tales when the premises themselves are so much more disturbing if simply taken to their logical ends

#debated making the cause of death in the happy country also MALNUTRITION. MALNUTRITION. might have been a better specific image but these #better illustrate my point #the frog speaks #writing

[marlynnofmany]

This is genius. Off to search the kitchen for new character names.

#naming characters #writer life #star wars #names #wanna write about a goblin named Pabanero Hepper #one of those goblins colored like poisonous tree frogs #it'd be great

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

The Dungeon Meshi crew 'leap' into action!

#dungeon meshi #marcille donato #laios touden #senshi #chilchuk tims #Full confession time: I originally planned to post this last thursday so I could caption it “Hoppy Leap year everyone!” #But as I was sketching I realized that the tentacles and Tansu party stuff came first #So devastated to have the frog episode and leap year be a week off. Almost a beautiful coincidence. #I love how they play on Marcille's vanity to get her to wear the outfit AND repair the situation #It is true her ears make the suit look very cute. #And shout out to our girl for having her priorities straight (heh) and not wanting to rescue her crush in a frog skin suit. #Though we all know Falin would be so into the idea. The painful thing that dungeon meshi never lets us forget is her absence #Falin would love to dress as a frog...She is meant to be there so much that it is painful. Beautiful tragedy beautiful writing. #The red dragon arc starts next week and I'm clawing at the walls. To those who are anime only: Get ready.

[markscherz]

Bad Newts: Amphibians are in Serious Trouble

My colleagues and I have just had a paper published in Nature, based on our efforts to assess almost all amphibian species for the IUCN Red Lists. The major takeaway messages:

It is a bad time to be an amphibian

Two fifths of all amphibians are threatened with extinction.

Salamanders are the most threatened group; three fifths of all salamanders are threatened with extinction!

Climate change is a major driver of amphibian declines globally

Habitat loss, especially due to agriculture, is a problem for the vast majority of amphibians

Chytrid pandemics have caused and continue to cause catastrophic declines of both salamanders and frogs

Protected areas and careful management are working as strategies! They are actively improving the outlook of some species

As many as 222 amphibian species may have gone extinct in recent times; of those, 185 are suspected extinct but not yet confirmed.

Our paper is Open Access, you can read it here!

Photo of Atelopus hoogmoedi by Jaime Culebras, used with permission

#frogs #science #news #biology #zoology #newts #salamanders #amphibians #Nature #it's all over me #conservation #bad news bears #animals #this is my first Nature paper #sure I am just one of >100 authors #but I am still very excited #can you tell? #I wish I could write more about this #but I am in a grant crunch so no time #and also I have to run off to play d&d in like ten minutes #so here we are

[play-now-my-lord]

by request - "about horses and ponies"

#frog writing #frog poetry

[funkyratman]

frog side of tumblr I need to know what are the ridges above frogs ears called?

these things

#frog #frogs #science #please help #i need to know for writing purposes

[electrozeistyking]

Yeah, I don’t know where this came from (beyond N’s new coat in this AU being baggy).

#ghost drone au #murder drones #murder drones n #murder drones j #she’s been so fun to write so far btw #don’t worry she’s not completely unlikeable #she just has sass #oh my god i miss-coloured their visors in the last panel FROGS #THEY'RE THE SAME SHADE AS N'S COAT GODDAMN #AND I CAN'T FIX IT BECAUSE I MERGED THE IMAGE. MY HUBRIS IS IMMENSE #zeisty’s goofs #zeisty’s comic stuff

[artist-issues]

You know what’s great about Dr. Facilier?

He’s the perfect villain opposite both Tiana and Naveen.

He’s not exactly like Jafar or Ursula, who know they’re evil and delight in it as like, a lifestyle. He’s more like Scar. He’s introduced getting money on the street through cons and feeling satisfied…until Big Daddy LeBouf drives by with all his money and makes him feel insignificant.

You get the idea that something in life made him this way—there was a beginning to his villainy. You don’t get that sense from like, Clayton or Gaston.

So he’s a relatable character with flaws, to an extent.

But those flaws specifically play off of Tiana and Naveen’s characterizations.

Tiana has no real respect from her peers—she is in a position to be jealous of Lottie the same way Facilier is jealous of the Cotton King. But where Tiana simply works hard and refuses to let others make her bitter, Facilier has clearly taken shortcuts. Or…”the easy way.”

Then there’s Naveen.

Naveen has no thought beyond the present; he thinks they’re “on this earth to have some fun,” and frequently jumps without looking at the consequences. Leaps without looking! Doesn’t stop to find out if the girl he’s kissing is a real princess even though he knew his original invitation was to a costume party, forgets that he’s supposed to be getting married and plans on continuing his playboy lifestyle, wanders into a shadow-man’s shop. But eventually he learns to open his eyes to what’s important, and what will last, in Tiana. And he takes that seriously; if he marries her instead of Charlotte, he has to get three jobs.

Facilier, on the other hand? He not only does the opposite of Tiana and has taken shortcuts to get where he is—but he also suffers from Naveen’s flaw; he keeps making what are basically get-rich-quick schemes with his “friends on the other side.” When we meet him, he’s stressed and certainly on edge about failing—but that doesn’t stop him from asking for more and more debt from the demons, and he basically goes to his grave still making promises he can’t keep…like Naveen’s promise he couldn’t keep to pay Tiana for kissing him.

He’s got Tiana’s focus and Naveen’s charisma. He’s got Tiana’s lofty goals and Naveen’s dependence on others to do his dirty work.

He’s exactly like Tiana and Naveen put together, aged about twenty years, but with none of their good qualities. Perfect villain for those two main characters.

But he’s also the opposite of Mama Odie.

He entices innocents with what they want while she lights their way by explaining what they need.

He wants total control, while she’s satisfied with simply giving advice and sending people on their way.

He directly transforms his victims, while Mama Odie shows Tiana and Naveen how to work toward their transformation on their own. I mean, you guys noticed that she could have done it for them, right?

But she doesn’t, because she’s the symbol of that Disney Faith-Based morals: you act on what you know is true instead of taking the easy way to what you want. Facilier does the opposite: he promises to give you the easy way to what you want, and tries to tell you why you should accept his deals—but his reasons are all lies.

That’s how you write a villain, ladies and gentlemen.

#Disney #dr. Facilier #Facilier #princess and the frog #the princess and the frog #Naveen #tiana #characterizations #writing #meta #Disney princesses #princess tiana #Disney villains #writing for villains #storytelling #character analysis

[frog-writes-for-fun]

hey hey— i loved the angsty c!grian x reader fic (the newest one you uploaded, i mean), and was wondering if you'd do a sequel for it? not forced, obviously

as for a plot, that's entirely up to you!! i don't have any ideas atm so feel free to write whatever you want ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

thanks in advance if you do this !! /gen

Hi there! Thanks for the request! I had a bit of inspiration strike, so I hope you enjoy! The anon's talking about this fic!

Regrets Are Sweet (But My Heart is Stronger)

c!Grian x gn!Reader (one-sided)

Summary: You’ve moved on, but he doesn’t know.

Notes: Angsty, unrequited love (but reversed this time :3), could be read as mild yandere. The server that the reader has moved to is left up to you, pick your favorite! 

This place is peaceful. You’ve carved out a nice little life for yourself on this server, made new friends and found a place for yourself among them. Here, you can walk around without seeing his builds, talk to people without hearing his voice, and live without a remnant of him in your mind. It’s been months since he’s crossed your thoughts.

“Thanks for the help!” You wave as the others strap on their elytras, waving back and blasting off with rockets to return to their homes. Turning, you smile. Your newest build stands proudly near your house, and despite the vast number of cows held inside, only a fraction of their “moo”s can be heard from where you are. The barn started as a personal project, but when your friends saw the skeleton of a build, they insisted on pitching in- and it’s all the better for it.

Sighing contentedly, you began to make your way back to the entrance of your home, stopping short when there’s a buzz on your communicator. Pulling it out of your pack, your eyes widen when you see the message in the general chat.

<Grian has joined the game.>

Why was he here? You stayed in place, frozen for a moment, unable to peel your attention from the message. Greetings came from your servermates, a couple questioning who he was, and he responded happily, unaware of your predicament.

Soon, another message came through:

<Grian whispered to you: Y/N! Where are you?>

It took a moment to register. Thinking for a heartbeat, you tapped out a response.

<You whispered to Grian: Don’t come to me. I’ll meet you at spawn.>

His next message was an enthusiastic acknowledgement. Stiffly, you packed a few essentials for traveling anywhere away from home, delaying as long as you thought was reasonable before setting out. Why had Grian come after you after so long, and after you left so abruptly?

When you landed at spawn, Grian was pacing at the top of a nearby hill. Upon seeing you, he grinned.

“Y/N! There you are!” He rushed forward, wings spread so he could make large leaps to clear the distance between you. Before he could hug you, though, you stepped to the side, and he pouted dramatically. “Is that any way to treat your ticket home?”

You stayed still, only tilting your head slightly. “What do you mean?”

He holds out a hand. “You can come home! Don’t you want to come back to Hermitcraft with me?”

“I am home.” Your expression remained blank. “I have friends here- family, even. You were the only one I was close to there, and that tie was severed long ago.”

Grian frowns slightly, gesturing pleadingly as he spoke. “Y/N, that tie isn’t severed. Look, I’m here! I want you to come home- I care a lot about you!”

Shaking your head, you stared at him. “I already told you. I’m staying here. I’m happy here, without you.”

“But I’m not!” He was speaking far too loudly, almost shouting in his earnestness. “Y/N, I love you!”

“You shattered my heart.” There was a chill to your voice that had never been directed at Grian before, and he stepped back. “There’s no room left there for you. I am happier and stronger without you.”

Turning, you began to leave.

“Y/N, wait!” He called out behind you. You heard the flutter of wings as he rushed forward, and you turned for a moment to glare at him. Grian shrunk back, but didn’t back down. “I’ve searched every server to find you. Please! Just give me a chance?”

You laughed. “You had every chance. You chose Mumbo and Scar, remember? I’m sure they’re waiting for you at home. Just leave, Grian.”

His head dropped, and he looked so sad you almost pitied him. “They’re… We’re not together anymore. They were never my first choice. It was always you, Y/N.”

It tore at your heart, the way your former friend looked back up at you. Grian reached out a hand again, tears plainly welling in his eyes. “Please, Y/N. I need you.”

And yet you set me to the side, every time. The words echoed in your brain, though you couldn’t bring yourself to say them out loud. “I’m not leaving my home. Goodbye, Grian.”

Turning once again, you didn’t hear any further pleads he may have made. Pulling out your communicator, you tabbed over to the map and began to return home.

#frog returns with angst >:3 #frog's fics #frog writes #grian x reader #grian x y/n #c!grian x reader #c!grian x y/n #angst #tw angst #hermitcraft x reader #hermitcraft x y/n #mcyt x reader #mcyt x y/n #gender neutral reader #reader insert #one-sided pining #let me know if you want me to add more tags!

[broken-clover]

2- Stars

Technically this one was gonna be for a different fandom, but 80% of the way through I thought it didn't fit the theme well enough and relocated it. Despite it being a little more spur-of-the-moment, I'm still happy with how this one turned out!

Today's is a little fluffy date piece with Giovanna and Ramlethal. Please note that while I intend to make the usage of constellations as realistic as possible, with how hemispheres work and where different easy-to-see nebulae are located I ended up taking a bit of artistic liberties. A little ironic, since I've got a whole headcanon about Giovanna being autistic about space. Oh well...

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“There. It’s riiiight…”

Ramlethal felt the hand around her wrist direct her finger westward until it was pointed at a cluster of spots.

“There. That’s the Carina Nebula. It’s one of the easier ones to see, so it’s a good spot to start with.”

If she squinted into the night sky, she could swear there was a tiny hint of red between the whitish dots. “That’s it up there? Wow…”

“Pretty view, huh? Told ya that Illyria’s got too many lights to see the really good stuff.”

Of course, Ram was half-sure that part of the reason she’d been invited to a scenic hilltop at night was as a dramatic romantic gesture, but Giovanna wasn’t wrong in that regard, either. She hadn’t been aware of the sheer amount of color that was visible in the night sky.

“So what’s in it?”

“‘What’s in it?’ Geez, Ram, what isn’t in it?” An elbow playfully nudged her in the side. “It’s got a whole bunch of open clusters, it’s got the most luminous star in the Milky Way, and it’s got these things called Wolf-Rayet stars in ‘em, so that probably speaks for itself why I like looking at it.”

Ram laughed, and Rei perked up, unsure if the mention of wolves involved her or not. She lowered her head again with a huff, and Giovanna scratched her between the ears. She ducked back under the legs of her telescope, delicately twisting the knobs and slightly moving the position. “I’m gonna scoot over a little, there’s another one that looks really good through the scope.”

While her girlfriend worked, Ram looked back up at the sky. She had already lost track of where she’d been directed to before, but any part of the sky was nice. After a few casual outings, she knew enough to spot a few patterns. The summer triangle, Aquila and Cygnus branched off from it, Sagittarius. She still wasn’t quite sure that they looked like swans and people and snakes and horse-men, but it was easy to get swept up in Giovanna’s excitement when she showed them all off.

“I know they’re big,” Ram said. “I know they only look so small because they’re so far away. But it still feels like I could pluck a few out with my fingers and hand them to you.”

“Heh! Well, then we’d have a biiiig problem, because now there’s a giant ball of plasma burning everything.”

“I’d do it anyway. If you asked me to.” She replied, only for her face to scrunch as she broke out into more laughter. “I’m sorry, that was very corny.”

“Very. But I like corny. Speaking of…”

Giovanna gestured for her to approach, still staring into the scope. The Valentine squeezed in close. “What are we looking at?”

“Here, put your eye up to the lens.” Gio took a step back, allowing the other to take her place. “Don’t jostle it too much. You see that big glowing spot? That’s the ring nebula.”

There was something round and bluish right off-center in the telescope’s view. “It’s shaped differently from the other one.”

“Yep! That one’s made of an old star that’s breaking down. It’s changing into a white dwarf and dumping old parts of itself all over while it does.”

“So…that one’s dying?”

“All of ‘em do, after enough millions of years,” she nodded. “But all the stuff they shed flies around space and ends up making new ones.”

Ram went quiet for a moment, thinking to herself. “You don’t think that’s sad?”

“Sad? Maybe a little.” Giovanna sat back on the hillside. “I think it’s cool. Every star’s made of pieces of old ones. Sometimes they make other stuff. Y’know, all the stuff on earth originally came from space. Plants and rocks and water ‘n all that. People too. We’ve all got little pieces of space in us.”

Ramlethal continued staring through the telescope. She wondered how far away the stars had to be. She wondered how bright it had to be in order to be seen from so far away.

“I wasn’t made the way humans were. Are there still pieces of space in me, too?”

“Probably.”

It wasn't a very convincing answer. She continued to look. Behind her, she could hear both Giovanna and Rei moving around.

“Hey. Ram. Look at me real quick.”

Reluctantly, she did, and as soon as she turned, there was something warm against her face. The suddenness made it difficult to process, and as soon as she tried, something else wet slobbered along her arm.

“Rei, down!” Giovanna stepped back from the kiss to lecture the dog. “I had a moment going! I was gonna- augh…” She put a hand over her face. I was gonna do a thing where I went ‘well here, you can have a little of mine,’ but now the whole thing just feels weird.”

It was a little weird, but Ram thought it was weird in a good way. “I like that you tried.”

“I just didn’t want this whole thing to end up bumming you out.”

She nodded. “I get it. But I’m having fun. I like spending time with you.”

The two of them sat down together, using Rei as a pillow and watching the stars as they continued to twinkle.

“Can I ask you a question, Giovanna?”

“Eh? Yeah, always. What’s up?”

“Why was the ring nebula corny? I’m still confused.”

The woman was silent for a moment, then snickered to herself. “It’s- y’know what? Let’s wait a couple years ‘n come back to it.”

“It’s going to take me that long to figure it out?”

“Nah, it’s just that with how much I paid, it’s gonna take me a while to save up.”

“...I still don’t get it…”

“Heh. Ask your sister.”

#Frog Writes #Comfortober #guilty gear #giovanna #ramlethal valentine #gioram

[frogwithhatto]

Movie night with II made me think of aquarium date with Vessel 🥺 Would you want to write about that!!

Pairings: Vesselxgn!reader

TW: none, just fluff (just a heads up reader is called pretty once)

Notes: I hope it’s okay I made this more a few shorter scenarios/ hcs so I could fit a few different ones!!

You were walking hand in hand, it wasn’t crowded, quite the opposite the aquarium was basically empty, except for a group of students. You had chosen this day intentionally, a random Wednesday morning. Knowing it would be more enjoyable to walk around and be able to actually look at the different animals without getting overwhelmed by the mass of people.

Vessel had taken the lead and was excitedly dragging you towards the exterior area. You couldn’t help but smile at his excitement, you hadn’t even stopped to look at the animals yet.

He had a certain spring in his step as he leaded you towards the otters. The biggest grin was plastered on his face as he watched them play in the water.

„Look it’s holding an ice cube!“ you squealed excitedly pointing at one of the otters. Both of you watched as it rolled around in an ice bath letting out little gasps and ‚awww‘ s whenever it looked in your direction.

„You think they would mind if we took it with us??“ you asked.

„Well, you’ve got a big bag and I don’t think they would even notice it missing. Let’s pick it up before we leave!“ Vessel answered irony lacing his voice as he grins at you.

You giggled at the thought of you two trying to smuggle an otter home with you.

„But it needs a friend so it won’t be alone!“ you explained, pouting at him.

„Love, please one otter is realistic but two that’s crazy!“ he exclaimed rolling his eyes in the process.

——

You were hypnotised by the colourful light and swirling water in front of you. Your face painted in blue and purple hues as you were staring at the jellyfish going in a circle. The way the light illuminated them, almost making them glow, fascinated you.

Where you were mesmerised by the sea creatures Vessel was enchanted by you. He couldn’t take his eyes off of you, the way you smiled your eyes widened in awe. The way the light highlighted your features and reflected in your eyes. Oh he was hopelessly in love with you. Vessel felt a familiar warmth bloom in his chest, happiness. He couldn’t the smile spreading on his face as he thought about how lucky he was.

„Ves? Hey Ves?“ you waved your hand in front of his face, in an attempt to get his attention. He shook his head snapping out of his thoughts and gave you a questioning look.

„You were staring.“ you smile at him, a light blush tinting your cheeks pink.

„You look pretty, can you blame me?“ he whispered.

He moved closer carefully taking your hands in his. Vessel proceeded to raise them to his face, softly placing kisses on them, one each on the back of your hands.

Now you were the one staring, you felt as if time had slowed down, as if everything was moving slower just for you to enjoy the moment a bit longer. The gesture was so soft, so intimate. It made your heart flutter, your cheeks turning a crimson red. You felt incredibly warm as if you had been laying in the sun for too long, you were about to melt right then and there.

——

The biggest tank of the aquarium where you had ended up, there were various beanbags scattered in front of it. Most were empty only one on the opposite end of where you were sitting being occupied. As you relaxed into the soft material you focused your gaze on the various little fishes and rays passing by, occasionally you could make out some smaller sharks as well. The atmosphere was peaceful, there were sounds of waves playing over speakers somewhere in the room.

Vessel had placed his head on your shoulder as you both watched the sea creatures simply enjoying each others presence. You could spend hours there with him, just coexisting both of you lost in your own thoughts. Your hands intertwined as he gently brushed his thumb over the back of yours. Absent touches he probably didn’t even register doing. Wherever your bodies touched you felt warmth spread through you, coursing through your veins, making your stomach flutter bubbling with happiness.

Suddenly Vessel lifted his head, you had to use all of your strength to keep yourself from protesting. You couldn’t help but feel disappointed at the loss of the intimate moment you two were having.

But it instantly vanished as he turned to face you, cupping your cheek with his free hand, his other one still holding yours. You beamed at him placing one of your arms on his shoulder the other around his neck, nuzzling your cheek closer to his palm. Vessel leaned in, his masked forehead resting against yours. He let out a low chuckle and you swear your heart skipped a beat at the sound of it.

„What'cha laughing at?“ you whispered your eyes darting back and forth between his lips and where his eyes lay under the mask.

„Nothing, you’re just great. I love you.“ he admitted, smiling at you and lightly pushing his forehead against yours to emphasise his statement.

„I love you too.“ you laughed, you were sure that any stranger would basically gag at your cheesy display but it didn’t matter. All that mattered was that both you were grinning at each other like idiots, idiots in love one must note.

#sleep token #frog requests #vessel sleep token #frog writes #sleep token band

[agomeangelcat]

Doing the invisible frog magic with Ghost:

Y/N: Ghosty! look I have a little frog in my hands!"

Silence.

Ghost: there's nothing in your hands. 

Y/N: Yes there is! look he's going to jump! 

They follows a jumping motion with their head, and Ghost unwittingly follows. 

Y/N: did you see? 

Ghost:...no? 

Y/N: ok, he will jump again! 

They follows the invisible jump. 

Y/N: did you see him now? 

Ghost inhales slowly, Soap watch from afar, waiting for the result and slowly sipping his drink.

Ghost: No.

Y/N: ok then! hold his coat!

Proceeds to pretends to take the coat off the invisible frog in their hand. 

Ghost: what the fuck, since when frogs wear coats? 

Y/N: just for safety! 

The big man in the mask just holds the invisible small coat and watches the frog fake jump with Y/N again.

Silence.

Y/N: Now you believe there's a frog in here? 

Ghost looks at them confused. 

Ghost: No? 

Y/N: Of course you do, you're holding his lil coat. 

Ghost looks between his hand, still holding the frog's little coat, he looks at Y/N hands then back at his hands.

Ghost: Fucking hell.

Soap died in the background.

-Sorry for any erros!-

#cod x reader #cod mwii #simon riley x reader #simon ghost riley x you #My bad writing #Little Frogs! #Ghost and a Little frog #simon ghost riley x reader #cod mw2 #Soap: WHEEEEZEEE #I just like frogs #sorry for the bad quality5 #english is not my native language

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

"old" villains

Yana did an illustration of King Magnifico from Wish! It made me realize… all of the characters we currently have are from “old” properties??? As in, they’re all from the 2D animated era of Disney. The most recent movie that the TWST cast pulls from is The Princess and the Frog from 2009 (Sam, twisted from Dr. Facilier).

We’ve yet to have any characters twisted from villains (or even heroes, if we’re counting those too) from the 3D era. This is true even if you count the added Halloween characters, Rollo, Fellow, and Gidel. It is also true of the one instance so far when TWST introduced their actual animated characters (Stitch and Gantu) to the students.

I wonder if the devs are ever going to have characters twisted from the 3D era in some official capacity??? (They’ve definitely made references to various Disney properties in the design and lore, regardless of if they’re 3D or 2D.) It’s been 3, close to 4, years now, and at this point the decision to only explicitly show 2D inspired characters feels deliberate 🤔 though I guess maybe part of the reasoning is that the 3D films (especially the more recent ones) have less significant/comepelling villains or no real villains at all either that or “twist” villains already which aren’t that good… It’s also the older films that have the more “iconic” villains (and thus have the added benefit of nostalgia). Or maybe it’s just jarring to incorporate 3D villains into a game with 2D artwork??

Idk, that’s some food for thought~

#twst #twisted wonderland #disney twisted wonderland #disney twst #The Princess and the Frog #Dr. Facilier #Sam #notes from the writing raven #Stitch #Gantu #Rollo Flamme #Fellow Honest #Gidel #disney wish #king magnifico