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spacefroggity·5 hours agoText

heavy-duty-box-of-trouble:

Villager: pray, why dost thou run with no pursuers?

Agnes Nutter, knowing she’ll have to put a total of 80 pounds of explosives in her petticoats and still walk normally on the day she dies: thou mustn’t be truant from leg day

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spacefroggity·5 hours agoText

bookfroggity:

Past Mistakes

Uh oh sisters it’s more Five angst but like, with plot this time

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The Handler’s heels clicked on the cold tile flooring.

“We have a very special assignment for you, Mr. Five,” She announced. “Reginald Hargreeves.”

Five was handed a photograph of his “father,” appearing a fair bit older than he was when Five ran away, though it couldn’t have been more than 20 years.

“Ring any bells?” She continued. “I thought you might like having the honors. Besides, even if he wasn’t your dad, you’re still our very best, and his death is a very important step in our plan.”

“I understand,” Five responded, staring blankly down at the face of the man who caused it all. A mix of anger and a strange sort of homesickness twisted his guts.

“I know you want to, Five. Don’t you think about making him pay for what he’s done to you? Wouldn’t it be nice to just splatter his brains?”

“Yeah. Yeah, it would be.”

“That’s my little killing machine.”

Late March, 2019.

Five didn’t like splattering brains; he did what he had to do, and he did it well, but he didn’t enjoy it. To Five, murdering people was a chore, and he found it kinda gross, but it was necessary. Like washing the dishes. It helped keep the weight of what he was actually doing off his conscience to think of it that way.

Reginald stepped out of the house Five had the misfortune of growing up in as he got prepared to shoot him from the top of a nearby building.

Five watched him through the scope of his sniper rifle for a moment. He thought about going down there and saying something before ending him. He could ask him if he remembered him, tell him that when he ran away at age 13 he spent decades in a post apocalyptic wasteland and it was still better than his childhood, ask him if he had any idea how any of it felt, ask him if he was proud of what he helped create.

The old man looked at his watch, and glanced around. He was waiting for something. His eyes got uncomfortably close to where Five was, and he found himself with a bullet between them.

Brains were splattered.

Job was done.

Five had to admit he got some satisfaction from this one.

Late March, 2019. Again.

Five had succeeded in getting himself back. However, there were a few issues, such as:

1: His body was now 13 years old

2: There wasn’t nearly as much time between him and the apocalypse as he would have liked, and

3: It was uncomfortably soon after he killed Reginald.

It felt strange, attending a funeral for someone he killed, not to mention the fact that from his perspective a few years had already passed since the act.

Five could have told his siblings he did it, but not now, not when they’re like this. Diego couldn’t hold his tongue, and Luther couldn’t hold his temper. Klaus was a wreck. Ben was dead. Allison wasn’t someone Five ever liked very much.

Vanya.

Vanya was safe.

Five made a mental note of how safe Vanya always was to talk to as he watched Ben’s statue fall, its head breaking off when it crashed to the ground.

Five was never the best at showing gratitude, or – god forbid – affection, but he became acutely aware of how much he missed Vanya as she bandaged his arm. She didn’t ask why. He appreciated that. She knew it was none of her business. He decided he should say something.

“Thanks,” Five tried. “You didn’t have to, you know.”

“It’s nothing, really.” Vanya had a small smile on her face. The hesitant kind of smile you have when you’re not really sure if you should be smiling but a frown would feel wrong, too.

Five took a breath. He was tired; his body more so than his mind. He knew he had to be planning, calculating, figuring out how to stop the end of the world. It was a race against the clock, and he couldn’t afford to slow down.

“What was it like?” Vanya asked. “The apocalypse, I mean.”

“I wasn’t there when it happened, but the aftermath was…” Images of the rubble and fire flashed behind his eyes. “It wasn’t a very fun time.”

“I’m sorry.”

Five looked at her face, and his stomach twisted at the memory of burying her, the memory of finding his family dead at the age of thirteen.

“I, ah,” Vanya continued. “I shouldn’t have asked, that was–”

“No, it’s fine, it’s just…” Five shook his head. “It’s weird, seeing everyone again.”

The last time I saw you, you were rotting, he thought.

“It must be hard, coming back and immediately finding out Dad died.”

“It wouldn’t be the first time.”

“Oh. Oh, yeah, that… I’m sorry, Five.”

I did it, it was because of me, he contemplated confessing.

“It’s fine,” He said, deciding it was better to wait until after everyone was done grieving.

Five chewed his lip and furrowed his brow as he looked down at himself; he was small and frail again, exactly as he was when he thought he was ready to time travel all those years ago.

Vanya put a hand on his shoulder. “Hey, are you okay?”

He looked back up at her, exactly how she was when she died. “Yeah.”

“You want a cup of coffee or something?”

“Yeah, that’d be nice.”

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I may or may not continue this, it’s obviously not done done, but I thought I’d post it now and then post a part 2+ whenever I get around to making more

Edit: part 2 is coming very soon, am planning on keeping it going for a while but we’ll see 👀

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spacefroggity·5 hours agoText

Me, fully aware it’s pronounced “shef”: tchef

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spacefroggity·5 hours agoText

spacefroggity:

Mmm guess who wrote a part 2 of Past Mistakes but will be waiting until tomorrow to post it because I have no way of telling if it’s any good or not this late at night

Past Mistakes is fun because like. I’m more or less retelling tua except

  1. It’s exclusively from Five’s pov
  2. I’m bending canon a little bit

If I ever get to what would be the end of season 1 I’m sure it’ll go Off The Rails in regard to canon compliance but like. That’s when the party gets starty. It’s not Supposed to be the exact same thing as the source material

If this sounds like your cup of tea uhh yeet on down to @bookfroggity maybe

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spacefroggity·6 hours agoText

Mmm guess who wrote a part 2 of Past Mistakes but will be waiting until tomorrow to post it because I have no way of telling if it’s any good or not this late at night

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spacefroggity·7 hours agoText

spacefroggity:

Oh god I just checked my follower count it’s more like 1500 what the hell? Like thanks I guess but why? Like legitimately what happened here jsbcksnxksndk

spacefroggity:

Bro where is the line between a normal tungle user and a tungle funnyman how many followers do u have to have to be a Popular Blog.. Am I a funnyman bc I don’t want 2 be one that’s kind of the worst I’m just here to talk abt my hyperfixations and like 1200+ ppl are here for some reason

I’m trying to like visualize what this would look like irl and it’s so funny 1500 people is So Much it’s like I’m just sitting on a stage and saying “Cats the musical is a work of art” into a microphone and like 20 people in the audience clap but the rest of them are just like “I came here for Good Omens”

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spacefroggity·7 hours agoText

spacefroggity:

Bro where is the line between a normal tungle user and a tungle funnyman how many followers do u have to have to be a Popular Blog.. Am I a funnyman bc I don’t want 2 be one that’s kind of the worst I’m just here to talk abt my hyperfixations and like 1200+ ppl are here for some reason

Oh god I just checked my follower count it’s more like 1500 what the hell? Like thanks I guess but why? Like legitimately what happened here jsbcksnxksndk

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spacefroggity·7 hours agoText

Bro where is the line between a normal tungle user and a tungle funnyman how many followers do u have to have to be a Popular Blog.. Am I a funnyman bc I don’t want 2 be one that’s kind of the worst I’m just here to talk abt my hyperfixations and like 1200+ ppl are here for some reason

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spacefroggity·7 hours agoText

I hate cis people so much it’s unreal

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spacefroggity·11 hours agoText

Anime main characters be like *in the deepest voice imaginable* “today is my last day of middle school”

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spacefroggity·14 hours agoText

nimbleskimble:

Notorious Couple of Cats

I’m still trying my best on digital sketching 😩😩 But here you go, still.

Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer

Please reblog if you like 🙏🙏

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spacefroggity·14 hours agoText

mintgoth:

tag yourself are you gay keysmashing or gay overuse of punctuation

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