#Black-Eyed Tree Frog

[weeklyfrogpod]

This week's froggy friend is for those people who would bounce their feet and shake the little book tray of the desk directly in front of them in class. You know who you are.

alternate post: this week's froggy friend has got a feelin'! WOOOO HOOOOOOOOO

(listen here!)

#frog of the week #frogs #nature #podcast #tree frog #black-eyed leaf frog #episode #11.7.23 #i did not post this on my personal first. nope

[elliottnotyet]

Marchirp day 26: Rainforest. Rainforests were 4th grade me's favorite biome, and the toco toucan (the biggest toucan) was my favorite bird (red eyed treefrog was my favorite frog/animal but that's a different art challenge).

[Image ID: a toucan, a black bird with an orange beak the same length as its body, with its head turned upward sitting at the top of a tree on a partly cloudy day. End ID]

#toucan #toco toucan #birds #tropical birds #rainforest #marchirp #image id #artist described #art

[chaobunnyarts]

Froggy fall! (part 3/3)

17. Witch's home / Cranwell's horned frog (Ceratophrys cranwelli) 18. Frog’s familiar / Dotted humming frog (Chiasmocleis ventrimaculata) 19. Poison / Mimic poison frog (Ranitomeya imitator) 20. Wand / Australian green tree frog (Ranoidea caerulea) 21. Gold leaf / Black rain frog (Breviceps fuscus) 22. Witch's hat / Strawberry poison frog (Oophaga pumilio) 23. Apple / Red-eyed tree frog (Agalychnis callidryas)

#froggyfall #froggy #frog #frog art #cute frogs #frogcore

[florestmoon]

Such a strange girl. (Eddie Munson x Reader)

Summary: Two of Hawkin’s branded Freaks form a friendship. Who can say they were surprised ? Eddie finds himself drawn to your personality and falls deeper as you make a place in his life.

Warnings: Reader is plus size/chubby because I said so. Mentions of a dead frog. lots of fluff to make up for my last fic ((: kinda all over the place lol

A/N: reader is inspired by Misty Day and Luna Lovegood because they are both INFPs in my heart, and those are my favorite type of people as I am one too. Also, let’s act like that dissection of frog lesson happens in high school instead of middle school ooook? Thank you and enjoy <3

Yes the title is inspired by The Perfect Girl by Mareux despite it not going with the aesthetic

“And you sure this is 15 grams?” The blonde pothead eyes Eddie suspiciously as he shook the baggy in between his fingers. Eddie’s innocent smile meeting that suspicion as he leaned himself against the wooden picnic table.

“Yeah, man. You can measure yourself if ya want.” He states simply, leaning his chin against his palm as he watched his customer continue to inspect the weed. He let out a grunt as his patience started to wear thin, “Are you going to pay me or not? You can always find some-”

“Fine.” A few 20 dollar bills were shoved into his hands. Eddie nodding at the pothead which he scoffed in return before walked away, leaving him alone in the woods that wrapped around Hawkins high.

“sucker.” Eddie snorts, pocketing the money for the weed he overcharged for. The pothead was an old customer who has screwed him over a few times, so he didn’t feel too bad for increasing his prices. He shuts the black metal lunchbox shut and jumps off the table.

He stretches out, pulling his arms above his head. The warmth of the sun kissing his skin in return when he looks up at the sky. He had half the mind to stay in his safe spot in the trees but figured Dustin would talk his ear off for missing lunch and his ideas for the next campaign.

That kid never gave him a break.it seemed although he was latched onto his side any change he got during school hours, finding him between class period or their breaks. He would go as far to ask for a few rides. Eddie didn't actually feel too annoyed at him. His amusement and pride at being looked up too by the new freshman made his days in Hawkins a little better.

Only a little bit.

Lunchbox rattling its items as he swings it beside him, Eddie makes his way through the woods. Taking slow steps to draw out the time before he has to walk in that crowded cafeteria.

Rustling off to the side catches his attention, tearing his tired gaze from a squirrel off the distance towards another secluded area that was rid of any trees. It was adorned with bushes and another picnic bench. There was a knitted bag discarded on top.

He made way towards the table, eying the bag before looking back at the bushes that were slightly shaking just moments before. He stares, not willing to get any closer because he’s seen enough horror movies to know that is the stupidest idea one could make and Eddie was not going to be the first kill in Hawkin’s encounter with a serial killer-

He had got distracted by his inner monologue when your figure suddenly pushing the leafs apart to step out had caught him by surprise.

“Jesus Christ!!” He yells as he trips backward, catching himself before he could fall on his ass. You stood up blinking owlishly at him before dusting off your long skirt. Picking off some sticks that had gotten stuck into the threads of the fabric, and leaves off the end of your hair. The actions so eerily calm and calculated as though you didn’t notice the panic expression on eddie’s face.

“Uh..” he struggles when you busied yourself with fixing your clothes. His voice catching your attention and your eyes finally gazing up at him again questionly. “. You nearly gave me a heart attack?”

“Oh I'm sorry. I didn’t mean to.” You tilt your head at him.

“No, its ..it's um, it’s fine ?” He cleared his throat and crossed his arms across his chest and mimicked the tilt of your head with his own. Squinting his eyes at you, quickly taking in your appearance.

Black knitted cami top with a white see through bell sleeve top that showed off your soft arms. A brown long skirt with different patterns hugged your wider hips and tummy, the material becoming flowy just below your thighs and would have been touching the floor were it not for your multi colored clog low heels.

He recognized you immediately. He seen you around school between classes in the hallway. Your lockers were across from each other and he often found himself admiring the mismatched colors of your outfits. While he liked his monochrome clothes that filled his closet, he could appreciate your choice. It was cute.

You sat in the back in science class, often humming to yourself as you stared off out the windows while the teacher droned on and on about whatever lesson was placed that day. You were always scolded for your daydreaming but you never seemed bothered. Always smiling sweetly at the teacher and urging him to continue.

Everyone knew you were different. The same way many branded Eddie and his friends as freaks because of their choice of music and hobbies that surrounded a fantasy game. You were the weird girl of Hawkins.

“I just wasn’t expecting you to pop out like that on me.” he finally speaks again to snap him out of his staring. “Are you okay? Did you fall in there?”

“Nope.” You pop your lips as you move past him with a disappointed sigh. “I was looking for mushrooms.”

“Oh cool…” he pauses, “mushrooms?”

“Mhm. But it seems there aren't any in this part of the woods.” You frown as you circle slowly to look around you, focusing on some roots of the trees a bit ahead. “Little guys are hiding from me.”

Eddie followed your movements with a turn of his eyes, dropping his hands from their crossed position to lean against the table. Knocking his one of his ring knuckles on the edge. “Aren’t you suppose to not be touching random mushrooms, I ate one when I was 8 years old and was sent to the hospital.”

“You must have eaten a death cap, or a podostroma!” You beam and looks towards him in curiosity. “There are a few poisonous ones, but there are many more that are safe. Even edible.”

You walk towards him taking him in. “Those that I named can kill you, so it’s a surprise you survived that.”

“Yeah well, my dad probably would have been happier of that outcome than the hospital bill.” He chuckles before nearly grimacing at the darkness of the joke. He had a habit of using dark humor to deal with his past trauma. It helped him get better at dealing with his emotions, along with joking at his bullies to make their teasing a little easier to handle. He forgot that you may not react in a way his other friends do to his jokes, but when he looked back at you, you were surveying him amusingly.

“Oh I understand. I had my fair share of hospital visits. One time I got a broken arm from falling off a tree.” You grab your knitted bag and pull it over your shoulders. “Daddy didn't believe when I told him a fairy chased me out of it’s home.”

Eddie couldn't stop the bark of laughter that erupted from the unusual statement. Not to make fun of you or doubt you, just a little on the latter, but because how sincere you sounded. Your eyebrows furrowed as though it was vivid memory that you knew was true.

“I’m on the fairy’s side,” he grins at you after a moment. “Not cool to trespass on someone’s pad man.”

You shrug, beginning to walk away from him and forcing Eddie to hastily grab his lunchbox and catch up to walk beside you. “That’s true. I apologized by putting honey in a jar by the tree when I came back. They like sweets.”

“Is that so?” You hum as an answer him and look ahead at the many students that were playing a game of soccer out on the field that connected with the entry to the woods.

“Interesting..” he mumbles to himself, allowing to believe the fantasies you seemed to be confident in. Who was he to say anything when his own favorite game was build on it? Before he could try to keep the conversation flowing, building the courage to even ask your name despite already knowing it, you gasped and ran ahead towards a tree that was at the end of the tree line.

You bend down to look at a few white mushrooms that sprouted from the tree, tucked between the large roots surrounded by dirt. You touched the top of them gently and whispered. “Hey little guys.”

You took out a small pocket knife and carefully cut the ends of a few. Standing back up, you turned towards Eddie who was watching you with curious eyes, and grabbed his wrist to turn his hand palms up.

“Oh-”

“Nature’s candy!” You smile as you drop the mushrooms in his hands. “These you can eat. No hospital visits.”

Eddie barely glances at the mushrooms, staring at you when you close his fingers over the mushrooms carefully and look up at him. “I promise these will taste better.”

“Oh o-okay,” he gulps and breaks the eye contact to look down at your fingers over his. “Thanks.”

You nod happily and pull away, much to his dismay. He missed the touch already. The bell ringing snaps your attention back to the school building and sigh dreamily. “We missed the pudding they gave out at lunch today. Oh well.”

With a shrug, you walk away and begin making your way across the field. Eddie follows close behind, playing with the mushroom in hand as he watches the back of your head.

-

Eddie was not in fact happy that someone asked to meet up in the woods again the next day during lunch. He was not happy at the idea of walking the same path to find the secluded area that he met you 24 hours prior. And he definitely was not happy to see you sitting with your legs criss crossed on top of the wooden table. Hands placed beside you and holding your body as you lean backwards, head tilted up towards the sky with your eyes closed.

Your hair spread flowing down your exposed shoulders and he was not staring by a tree like a creep. You tilt your head towards him, a few strands brushing off your shoulder. Eyes staying close as you regard him. “Hi Eddie.”

Shit.

He coughs onto his hand and ignores the flush that threatens to take over the back of his neck. “Shit, ha. Yeah, how’d you even know I was there?” He laughs nervously as he placed his hands in his jackets pockets and walks towards your relaxed figure. You were wearing a white sun dress with boots.

“I saw you walking towards where you always deal.” You say nonchalantly, “did you try the mushroom?”

“Yeah,” he gotten high and shoved the full thing in his mouth, gagging at the dryness and realize he was stupid enough to not even cook it or do something different with it. “It tasted amazing. 10/10, I think i’m going to become vegan and just eat whatever I can find in these woods.”

Your relaxed lips tug at the corner into an amused smile, “don't do that. It’ll get boring.” Eyes finally opening to look at Eddie who had sat himself on the bench below you. Hands grasp together as he looks up at you.

“You always spend your lunch here alone?” Eddie asks, leaning his cheek on his palm and tapping his fingers on his cheek. “I never really seen you eat in the cafeteria.”

You leaned forward and kicked your legs out, admiring your boots. “I like being out in the sun. We only get a few days of sun this week before fall comes around.” You brush a stick off the table with the tip of your boot. “So I want to get some of its energy before it’s gone.”

“Besides, there’s not many tables left for me to sit.”

Eddie hums along to what you say, listening to the smoothness of your voice as you talk. You spoke so delicately, as though you wanted to draw out what you were saying, not caring to rush. He wants to listen to you talk all day. “You should sit with us, with Hellfire.”

“Hellfire?” You question. “What’s that?”

Eddie stands up with purpose, allowing his smile that shows his dimples to spread across his face. He kicks his leg up as he spins in a half circle and faces you. “Only one of Hawkins best club to date, where we play the fantasy game that has so many parents holding their children in fear-” he makes show of holding his arm to his chest, “- that they’ll be corrupted next by its ugly claws.”

You giggle as he makes a face of horror before he leans forward and places both arms by your sides. Leveling his face with yours. “Played dnd before?”

You shake your head. He smiles at that, “well it’s pretty fun. At least I try to make it fun in my campaigns.” He pulls away, blushing slightly at the fact he may have invaded your space.

“I’ve heard about it before. It has dragons in it right?” You ask, voice peaking with curiosity. “And elves?”

Eddie nods, bringing his hair in front of his mouth as he smiles down at you. “Yeah, but that’s not even the best thing.” He whispers, your eyes widening comically as you nod for him to continue.

“It has fairies.” He basks in the gasp you let out as you jump off the table and clap your hands together.

“Can I be a fairy?” You wiggle in your place as you watch Eddie match your energy. He nods excitedly, “fuck yeah, I can make you the best fairy dnd will ever see.”

“Oh I never been this excited about something.” You bite your lip as you play with your hands. “This is even more exciting than that time I saw a small bald girl throw a van with her mind once.”

“Glad to hear…Wait, wha-”

“My dad says I might have imagined it. I tend to daydream a lot.” You ramble as you grab your bag and grab Eddie’s wrist to began tugging him along. “He says it may have to do with me being dropped as a baby, but I don’t think that’s what really happened..”

You ramble as your hands unknowingly slide down to intertwine with his, Eddie’s face completely flushing at your touch and trying his best to keep up with your wild story

—

After that, you sat with the Hellfire club, the rest of the group taking one look at you and deciding, yeah you definitely fit in with the freaks of Hawkins. Especially when you would go on your tangent of stories that for some reason, Dustin Mike and Lucas fully latch onto. Mumbling to each other that, yes that totally makes sense.

Eddie begin to sit with you during science class, ignoring the teacher’s protest of changing the seating chart and would let you play with his rings during class. Your soft whispers counting his rings at the start of his class, before you would focus on the different designs. He would agree with the random names you gave for each one, laughing when you tried them on yourself and they slipped off your fingers despite your efforts of trying to keep them in place.

You begun accompanying on his rides after school, or after a hellfire club campaign. Which you were slowly understanding more and more, your fairy character marking his notes in his dnd binder. You still had difficulty building their stats, always whining that if he could just draw it in cute clothes and not do the extra stuff. But you listened to him when he gave pointers on your character arch, even pitching the ideas.

“What if they had the power of resurgence ?” You asked one afternoon. Fingers braiding a section of his hair as he sat on the floor of your bedroom, back pressed against the edge of your bed.

“Power of resurgence huh?” He studied his notes. “I like the sound of that.”

You were bleeding into his life more and more.

His days in Hawkins had gotten better ever since you begin to flood every part of his mind. Your random quirks and habits occupying his mind on random parts of his day, his attention drifting whenever he did deals in the woods, eyes wandering between the trees searching for any mushrooms that could have sprouted.

Your favorite ice cream was mint. He was horrified upon discovering it when he watched you eat it from the small pint in your hands, as you happily took out a huge chunk out that barely was supported by the small spoon. He was also scared how you were able to bite instead of licking it like a normal person.

But he made sure to keep mint ice cream in his freezer from then on. Like how he kept the different plants you had grown in your garden that you gifted to him. His daily routine of making sure they got enough water was stressful, he never had that type of responsibility, but worth it when your eyes sparked in pride after noticing them decorate his room.

A few Fleetwood Mac’s records also taken place in his room, so when you would come over, he could watch you sway your body to the soft voice that was Stevie Nicks. Your knitted cardigan flowing around you as you spun happily to the beat. His heart beat skipped at the sight.

He swore you would be the cause of his death, with the way his heart was skipping beats around you constantly. Like the time you had impulsively ran out into the rain after a hellfire club campaign. Your screams of delight heard over the thunder off in the distance, tongue sticking out to taste the rain drops.

“Jesus Y/N! You're going to catch a cold!” He yells as he runs after you making sure you didn’t slip and fall. “Or be fucking cooked by lightening!” You shook your head, wet hair slapping your face when you look back at him. He wished he could have taken a picture, wondering if their new addition to their club, Will, could convince his brother to let him borrow his camera one of these days.

“Come on, you mad woman! Onward, to the van! Chop !chop !” He pretends to push you and you go relunctly, wrapping your arms around yourself as you jog towards the vehicle. Before he unlocks the door, he pulls open the side of the van and reaches in to grab his leather jacket. You wait as he slams it shut and quickly helps you inside passenger seat.

He wraps the jacket around your shoulder, clicks your seatbelt in place, looking you dead in the eyes as though scolding a child. “What am I going to do with you?”

“Make coco?” You quirp, eyes twinkling. “With extra marshmallows.”

Eddie rolls his eyes and slams the door shut, feigning annoyance but cant stop his lovesick expression as he rounds towards the driver side. Knowing that you’ll be getting your coco by the end of the night.

And you did. You sat on his couch in his trailer, warm cup of coco in your hands in a change of pajamas he gave you. You kept his jacket around you, even putting it on when you left that morning. He let you keep it.

—

When Eddie had walked into the class that you both shared, ready to show you a brand new set of rings his uncle gifted him, he noticed your unusual demeanor.

Now you were an unusual person, a fact no one could deny. But you, with a serious expression and your body rigid was something Eddie has never seen before. The pencil in your hand was tapping rapidly against your notebook as you stared off into the distance.

“You good?” He asks as he pulls his seat out, barely noticing the the weird set up on the table you shared together. You didn’t respond. “Hey, talk to me.”

Scalpels were placed carefully side by side, near a huge lump that was covered by a napkin. Eddie glanced up at the chalkboard and exhaled at the letters that read back to him.

Dissection.

Oh.

“Alright , today we are going to learn the anatomy of a frog. Exciting right?” A few ew’s echoed across the classroom alongside some of the jocks snickering, “I set a frog on each table, alongside the tools that we will be using.”

Mr. Clark rounded his own desk, picking up his tools and showing the class as demonstration. “Now, you will work with your partner to carefully dissect the frog. And we will go slowly and point out each organ. Okay?”

Your hand shot up, shaking it when he glances at you. “Yes y/n?”

“I already did my research before hand.” You quickly state, your breath shaky. “On the organs. I also have a lot of knowledge on frogs so I was thinking maybe me and Eddie wouldn't have to-”

“You will be dissecting the frog with the rest of the class.”

“But Mr.Clark-”

“No buts.” He narrows his eyes at you, shaking his head dissaprovingly. “This is part of your grade and mandatory for todays lesson.”

“Come on man,” Eddie finally speaks up, trying his best to not glare daggers at the older man. Your hands were trembling and he couldn’t stand the way your face paled. “You can’t force use to do this.”

“Unless you both want to fail my class, then yes I can.” Mr. Clark replies curtly.

“It's not right.” You frown. “The frog doesn't deserve to be cut into like this.”

“It’s already dead dumbass.” Many giggles followed as one the girls in the front of the class spoke up.

You turn towards the voice and glare at her, the first time Eddie ever seen you mad. “Would you want someone to cut your body open when you’re dead?”

“I’m not some stupid frog.”

Eddie snorts. “Yet you look like one.”

The class errupts in Ohhhh’s at Eddie’s insult before quickly being shut down by Mr. Clark’s hand slapping down onto the table. You and Eddie both turn to see him walking to your table.

“Ms. L/N, I understand this will be difficult. But I cannot allow you to skip out in this because it will lead to others wanting to do the same.” He looks down at you. “So. No more interruptions.”

You nod shakily, looking down at your hands when he walks away and returns to instructing everyone to pull the napkin to reveal their frogs that laid spread out in front of them. Eddie reaches over to place his hand on top of yours when you try to pull the napkin.

“We don’t have to.”

“I don’t want you to fail Eddie.” You sniff and pull the napkin away. The dead frog was laid on his back. Eddie watched you sit back in your seat as your lips wobbled. “Can you..can you do it?”

You whisper it, looking at him with teary eyes and Eddie decides he would do anything to wipe that sadness from your face. He nods squeezing your hand before listening to the instructions carefully, trying not to notice your flinching when he cuts into it’s tiny body.

Eddie isn’t exactly screamish to these kind of things. He watched horror movies growing up and found his fair share of dead animals in the woods. His father had made him hunt a few times and although he felt horrible, he never thought much of the deers he killed. But seeing the way tears stained your notebook pages as you wrote down the information that was being told, the guilt weighed heavy in him at what he was doing.

Class went by fast. The bell rung to signal the end of it and you grabbed your bag and was ready to run out of there, only waiting for Eddie to grab his own belongings. He wrapped his arm around you as you both followed the other students out the classroom. When you were out of the classroom, you rubbed angrily at your cheeks.

You were about to speak but Eddie had pulled his arm away, pushing himself back inside the classroom before the last student shut the door. You waited confused outside for a few moments before Eddie came back outside, hands carrying a bundle of napkins.

Mr.clark’s voice was yelling out for him.

“Let’s go.” He grabs your wrist and pulls you along with him, not answering your bewildered questions as you both leave the hallways and march towards the woods.

“What are we doing?” You frown as he drops his bag and grabs yours to set beside him. He turns toward you and shakes his head to rid of the curls from his face.

“We’re giving him a badass burial.”

He opens his hands and unravels the napkins, showing you the body of the dead frog. Your hands reaching towards it before looking up at Eddie.

He marvels at your sad smile. “Okay.”

You both make use of the whole lunch period to dig up a hole to place Mr. Jelly, your choice of name, in. You had gathered a few mushrooms and flowers, along with sticks and rocks to create a makeshift headstone on top of the dirt. Eddie helped you surround it with the mushrooms, and spread the petals of flowers in the middle.

“I wish I had my fairy’s powers..” you whispered when you both were done and Eddie had finished a reciting a shitty prayer. “To be able to bring him back. So he can find his family and they can hop on a pond.” You wipe the dirt off your hands.

“I’m sure he’s happy in heaven, sweetheart.” Eddie reassures, taking a petal that got stuck in your hair. “Bet he’s eating all the flies his small stomach can handle. All fat and happy.”

The image must have popped in your head with the way you began to giggle and grab onto his arm. Your head leaning against him as it died down and you sighed. You turn slightly to place a kiss on his cheek. “Thank you Eddie.”

“Don’t mention it.” He stares down at the small stones, ignoring the feeling of his heart nearly beating out of his chest. The kiss burning into his cheek that was flaming bright red. “You should have seen his face when I snatched it before he could start collecting the bodies.” He furrowed his eyebrows and flared his nostrils.

“Eddie, what oh earth are you doing with that frog??” He mimics with the deepest voice he could, which had you bursting into laughter again.

He wants to hear it over and over again.

—

“Shit. Where the fuck is it?” Eddie grumbles. The van shook as he crawled around like a maniac, shoving different things out of the way as he looked under every trash that littered the back of the van. Your body swayed from the ruckus but you stayed focused on eating the raspberries that you placed on each of your fingers.

You were two down, the other eight fingers spread out in front of you.

“Nope. Not there. Really, not here? Wait, who the fuck put this here? I do not listen to that.” He tosses a random cassette behind him, nearly hitting you which he apologizes for before returning his search. “Hm. No..gross, that brat really left his Twinkie in my van!”

You suck another raspberry off a finger. “That’s mine.”

That time, he didn’t miss when he aimed the half eaten pastry at your head.

He finally fishes out what he was looking for with an ‘aha!’ from under the driver seat, returning to his spot next to you. The slide door was opened and you sat dangling your legs off the edge of the van. By the time he sat next to you, your left hand was free of any raspberries.

You held your right hand in front of him and whined. “Eddie I can’t eat anymore or i’ll turn into a raspberry."

“No one told you to try to eat the whole container you idiot,” he grabs your wrist and carefully bites each one off, not letting his teeth or lips touch your fingers, and lets his mouth be full of them. You wiggle your fingers happily before he pushes your hand away.

“I was able to eat that container of strawberries last time.”

“Yeah and you threw up all over my kitchen and cried that you could hear the cries of the strawberries in your stomach.” He chews through his words. Hands grab your swinging legs and pulls them over his lap, forcing for you to turn slightly and lean back on the side of the van door. He couldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy the way the your thighs felt on top of his.

He didn’t think about the way his hands would feel squeezing your thighs. Nope nope, never crossed his mind.

“Because they were.” You huff, hands folding over your stomach as you look off towards the lake that he parked his van in front of. He hums. Fingers rubbing your ankles which you accept happily.

“What were you looking for again?” You tilt your head towards him, catching the blush that spread across his cheeks as he uses his hand that wasn’t rubbing your ankles to hand you the two tickets

“You were mentioning the other day about Fleetwood Mac holding a concert a few towns over...”

He didn’t get to finish before your excited scream blasted his eardrums and you sat up, tearing your legs away from him and grabbed the tickets.

“Oh!” You gasped as you stared at them in awe. Blinking rapidly like it would magically disappear if you looked away for took long. “Oh, oh!! Oh wow? Eddie, how did you get these? Everyone said they were sold out”

“Have a few good links. Friends who gotten me and my band gigs and all that,” he explains, cherishing the fondness that you aimed towards him. Your soft wide eyes staring at him before you lunged forward, wrapping your arms his neck tightly.

“Oh thank you thank you! Eddie you’re the best,” you gasp and pull away to stare at the tickets again.

“It’s a 7 hour drive but I'm sure my girl can get us there.” He smacks the side of his van and leans back rubbing the side of his neck , “uh, unless you’ll rather go with someone else then that-”

“No!” You place the tickets down, tugging his sleeve and shaking your head. “I want to go with you.” Eddie sighs in relief.

“Good,” He licks his lips, “because I totally wouldn't have sabotaged their car if you picked someone else.”

You shake your head amused before crossing your legs and biting your lip. You shook your knees in excitement as you continued to read over the words on the tickets over and over game. Eddie admired you as the nerves begin to eat at the bottom of his stomach.

He had planned it for a while now. Saving up the money from his drug deals, along working part time at a mechanic Wayne referenced him to, so he could afford the tickets. Although he got a good deal from his friends, the tickets were still expensive. Heck they were more than the tickets he gotten to see his own favorite band.

But it was worth with the way you trembling with happiness. It would be even more worth it when he sees you dancing freely to the music that he admits had blended in with his own tapes, and whatever outfit you throw together.

It’ll be worth it when by the end of night, he finally asks you to be his girlfriend. He’s been trying to find the perfect moment to pop the question but every time he would be distracted by your personality or beauty, enjoying every waking moment you have together. By the end of the day, he had fallen even deeper in his feelings for you and the more he was afraid of confessing.

But he was going to do it at that concert, and he’s going to make sure it goes perfect, and-

“Eddie.”

“Yeah?” You brought him out of his unraveling thoughts.

“You’re my boyfriend now.”

Eddie chokes on his spit as you watch him with a calm expression. His hand hitting his chest. He turns his head to look at you with a twisted expression. “Excuse me??”

Shoulder rising in a shrug, you respond calmly. “I said-”

“No . No, no I know what you said,” He leans forward placing his elbows on his thighs as he rubs at his eyes. “I just..let me process it. Before I pass out.”

“What? I like you a lot-” Eddie swears he nearly coughs up a lung again. “And you do really nice things for me. And I feel happy with you and I would make you mushroom soup if you asked me,” you ramble watching him finally gain his composure. “And we had a burial for Mr. Jelly, so..I want you to be my boyfriend.”

“Shit, y/n.” Eddie exhales. Your confession catching him off guard, he wasn’t sure what to say until he saw that your confidence was beginning to waver. A frown threatening to form. “I had this whole thing planned to confess my feelings for you at the concert and you go and give me a heart attack !”

Again. Not the first time.

You blink. “Oh really? Well we can wait until then. I’ll act like I don’t know anything. I’m good at pretending-”

Eddie shuts you up by pulling you forward and smashing your lips together. The raspberry taste still lingering in both your lips as you kiss, his arms wrapping around your waist when he pulls you closer to him.

Okay, maybe this was better than what he had planned. This was worth it.

#Eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson x you #eddie munson #stranger things imagine #stranger things #stranger things season 4 #stranger things 4 #eddie munson imagine #Eddie munson fic #yuh we die as simps

[songofthesibyl]

The Demon God

A fic at the very edge of canon—the state in which Tamlin might currently be in the books.

He blinked, turning his head as far as it would go behind him, taking in shades of the night in black, and white, and grey. Hunger bit at him, and his instincts searched. The rustling in the grass. He loosed his talons from the tree branch and swooped down, grabbing the mouse, and crushing it, and swallowing it whole. And was contended, and was owl, with nothing more to do than perch, and stalk, and eat, and sleep.

     He turned his head again. Strange animals approaching. Tall, and pale, and making strange noises. He didn’t like them, and eyed them suspiciously as they came near. They grew closer to each other, laughing, and reaching hands out to touch, and he hooted in warning, but they only turned their heads up, pointing, and smiling, and one taking hold of the other, and the closeness—and he fled, sweeping his way across the landscape, and dived down, not wanting to see anymore. He scurried along the ground, in the form of that which he had just devoured, and remembered it was still dark, and other owls might come for him.

     They would all come for him.

     —No.

     Smaller. So no one would notice him. The world became almost unrecognizable. They would never find him, he would slip through their fingers. And he would not know them either. He wouldn’t recognize what a foot was, or a hand, just a shadow, and he was stronger than he seemed in his armor. And he was unimportant, and no one. He had never stretched himself out so greatly, his world never so expansive. And he could chew on whatever he could find, and he would explore, he would never find an end to it.

     But then other ants came, and they wanted his help, they wanted him to carry, to build, to be of use, and he fled from them, he could not bury himself quickly enough, he had to grow, burrow with furry paws into the ground. He could live his whole life here, and he curled himself up in anticipation of a long sleep. But they wouldn’t leave him alone here either, they came for him again, and he fled from rabbit, his claws and fangs covering him as quills. And then finally settled, content. And was hedgehog for a long time. He walked in the night, unafraid, knowing the owls sensed what he was. That he was outside of the cycle, that he would be poison in their mouths. And he realized he was beginning to remember, and he bowed to the ground, deeper, stretching his arms, until he slithered, until he had no arms or legs at all. And all he could do was crawl across the lands that were of him but no longer his, and never had been, and listen, as rumblings, as cries, as screams, through the earth. But not the words. He only felt their pain, he did not know it. He slid in and out of empty stables, burnt fields. Coiled himself up in an abandoned cottage. Occasionally there was warmth, and strange, pulsing hearts around a campfire. And more of what must have been crying.

     He felt too much. He was too much with the earth. He didn’t want to see it, or feel it. He wanted it all to drown out. And then he was tadpole, and then leapt as frog until he reached a river, and plunged in, and shed his legs, and was salmon. And there was the rushing of water, and the flow, leading him far, far away, inextricably, his instincts pulling him to where the salt got in, to where they met, where he would get pulled under, the tide taking him further and further, and he remembered boats docking at the shore, and who came out, stomping on the earth and breaking and burning it, and the screams—

     No.

     He gasped for breath, stopping at the very edge, and leapt out as otter. But it was still too close, he had to get far from the edge, and what lay beyond, waiting. What had always been waiting. He had to get away. And his legs grew, he shook off the water, and galloped far, far away, leaping over the river, tearing up the earth, his hair whipping in the wind. He wondered, briefly, what had happened to his mare, and his head shook, and he reared up, and he realized he had driven himself too far again—he was at the border. And he remembered what he had driven south, what had come south before, and he had made a home, and been the gardener, and—

     No.

     He neighed, and turned, and fled from horse, running wildly, destroying everything in his path, devouring everything he could as boar, then grew taller again, desiring strength, wanting to fight, horns sprouting from his head.

     He didn’t know how long he remained that way. But he felt contented. He slowed. He destroyed nothing. All he ate was grass. His hair swayed in the breeze, covering his eyes at intervals. A rich golden brown. The color reminded him of something, but he shook it off, lying in the grass, sleeping in the sun. It would renew itself, after a time. It was strange. He would chomp on the grass, all around him. And would begin to move on. But when he woke up, it would have come back, like he hadn’t eaten it at all. And maybe he hadn’t, because he was hungry again, and would eat. And a thought came to him, from somewhere, that there was a place where everything was forever renewed, forever growing, forever opening.  But for the heart, that was rotten, where nothing grew at all. Not even grass. And another word came to him, that made him shiver—blight. He did not know what the word meant, but he did not like it. But these were strange thoughts, ones whose origin he did not know. It was probably something from one of his dreams—such strange dreams, they were. Of strange creatures, with odd colors and coverings that were not fur, and hair. And they ate holding something golden in their hands. Not grass. Things unappetizing to him, unrecognizable. There were three of them in his dream. And he felt a warmth, and then a pain, at them.  And a particular pain at one. Like one of the others, he had something covering part of his face.  But there was a viciousness in the eyes, a coldness, and fangs lengthening, and claws that would tear through him, and he knew nothing but that he hated him, and he was glad it was all a dream. He shook it off, waved it off with his tail. And kept eating, and roaming the meadow. Never too far, though. Something told him not to go too far, in any direction. But to keep to his patch of land that would forever renew itself for him.

     And he began to dread closing his eyes, and what he would see, and what would be staring back at him. It frightened him when nothing else would. Like nothing he had ever seen in nature. And not ever-renewing, or life-giving. Not content with just grass. But all-devouring, all-destroying. Similar to other animals he had seen, but not any of them. There was something, deep inside, that was not animal at all. And he realized it was a monster.

     But it was not real. He reassured himself as he woke, the green-gold eyes still flashing for a moment as he blinked himself awake. It was not real. Such a creature as that did not exist.

     But then, one day, when it was sunny, and warm, and he was at peace, he opened his eyes, and he saw one of the strange creatures from his dream. It was a little different. The face. The top half was different. It had looked like some sort of animal that he was familiar with, and seen, at times. It made such strange sounds, like that animal did. But he knew it was not that animal, but the creature from his dream. His long red hair swayed in the breeze, and one of his eyes was the same color as his own hair. And the other eye was like the strange things they ate with.

     He wanted to flee again, and was aware, somehow, that he could do so. In ways bull could not. That he could become bigger, or smaller. Or even become as the animals that flew overhead. It was a passing thought, though. Strange. But so specific. And so real, like the creature walking, and crying out in some strange voice. There was fear in it. And frustration. Fatigue. And though everything in him told him to flee, there was something else, something stronger, something deep inside of him that wanted to stay. And so he remained while the creature grew near. And suddenly the cries were not so strange. He realized it was a language familiar to him, that he knew. The word was meant for him, he thought. He registered it, in his mind.

     “Tam!”

     Tam. It sounded familiar. Yes. He remembered he knew a creature like that once. A long, long time ago. It wasn’t just that, though. It was attached to something. Another sound, that whispered to him, from that inside-place.

     Tam-lin.

     And he realized, with a kind of horror, that it was the monster from his dreams, the one that was after him, and he realized it was after him now, that it had been after him this whole time, and it had finally found him, and if the creature of red, and brown, and gold caught him, the monster would too, this monster who had hurt, and devoured, and did not eat grass, but sank its teeth into flesh and tore, and there was a metallic taste, and he wondered how he knew that, when he only ate grass, and he knew his power, and he had to flee, it had recognized him, and he shook his form away, and his tail was bushy, and his fur like the creature’s hair, and he ran, and he screamed, and screamed—

     No, not fox, no—

     Taller, and fiercer, with antlers, no—

     A long snout, one of the creatures who came for him at times, so he would no longer be prey, and the fangs—

     No.

     Bigger, more powerful than them all, no one could pursue him. His strength unmatched—

     No, not that either. He couldn’t decide, in his panic, he saw the throat of stag, cut and blood pouring down, he saw wolf without skin, and bear ripping out throats, and exploding with anger.

     Tam-lin.

     Tam-lin.

     Tam-lin.

     He was far away. The other creature could not pursue. It was the only way he could flee from him. To become this thing that was not bear, or wolf, or stag. He had thought he couldn’t remember, that he had done it wrong, when they had all blended together. But no, he realized. It was a singular thing, that was him, that was deep inside. That was devourer, and blight, and monster. It was what he had always been, what haunted him in his dreams. With open eyes, he looked over the pool, and saw the green-gold. Flash, and fade. Until the night came, and he could see no more, and took flight.

     And fled from him.

@tamlinweek Day Seven: Free Day

#tamlin week 2024 #tamlin week #tamlin #acotar

[is-the-snake-video-cute]

What are some of the most common or most interesting snakes in Madagascar, especially around the Tsiribihina River?

Madagascar is one of the coolest places in the world for reptiles! Most reptiles native to Madagascar are only found on Madagascar. There aren't any snakes with venom that is medically significant to humans, and, in a very unique twist on the norm, Madagascar doesn't have any colubrids! Colubrids are the most populous snake family, but most snakes on Madagascar are actually pseudoxyhrhophiids, more closely related to elapids than to colubrids. It's very unique for a snake family outside of the big five (vipers, boas, pythons, elapids, and colubrids) to fill so many niches.

Malagasy cat-eyed snakes (Madagascarophis sp.) are some of the most common snakes across Madagascar! These guys are little arboreal snakes with huge eyes, and they can vary in color across species from a mottled brown to bright orange!

The Malagasy ground boa (Acrantophis madagascariensis) is the largest snake you can find on Madagascar, reaching about 10 feet long. They're native mostly to central/western Madagascar, so can definitely be found around the Tsiribihina river!

The common big-eyed snake (Mimophis mahfalensis) is one of the most common snakes you'll se in central/southern Madagascar. These little dudes almost exclusively eat amphibians and other reptiles.

Big-headed snakes (Compsophis laphystius) are tiny little frog eaters, and just as cute as little buttons!

Malagasy leaf-nosed snakes (Langaha madagascariensis) have long snouts to mimic plant life, and you can tell the sex based on the snouts! Males will have long, straight snouts, and females will have a leafy-looking snout! They'll hold their bodies straight up or down in trees to mimic sticks.

Malagasy hognose snakes (Leioheterodon sp.) include three species, and they're not related to the hognoses of North America except superficially. They have cute little upturned noses to aid with burrowing and get much bigger (4-6 feet depending on species).

There isn't a lot known about yellow and black tree snakes (Lycodryas citrinus), but gosh aren't they beautiful? These reclusive little snakes are arboreal nighttime hunters.

Madagascar is home to two different families of blindsnakes and wormsnakes, and the most common is probably the Madagascar blindsnake (Madatyphlops madagascariensis). These guys are tiny, fossorial snakes with smooth scales and vestigial eyes, and to laymen they really look just like worms.

Three-striped ground snakes (Pseudoxyrhopus tritaeniatus) are beautiful, and are one of the few snakes native to Madagascar to eat eggs, at least on an opportunistic basis!

#not a rating #snakes of the world #snake facts

[thegreatgodpam]

so.

bit of a pipeline of how this idea came to my mental doorstep: there's an au made by ruffwoof (think I spelled that right, but anxious about pinging) where all the turtles are different animals, with Mikey being a frog. now, a friend of ours (Angelo) posted a doodle of frog Mikey, originally in discord which is where a different friend (Daisy) said "rottmnt au but they're all frogs" and, thus, Kung Fu Frog AU was born.

In this au, basically everything is the same except the turtles are frogs and splinter is a cat. Cause why not.

So far, I've made a few concept sketches and had some ideas about characterization and stuff, so here we go:

To break it down a bit more (pronouns tbd, going with canon for now. also I'll be giving the bros frog legs, the pictures above are, again, just concept sketches):

Raph. 16 year old goliath frog, uses an axe for a weapon. Listens to Mitski and Mother Mother, and a little bit of girl in red. (The chonk man ever.)

Donnie. 15 year old poison dart frog, uses a halberd with some tech modifications. Listens to Baby Metal. (He has games on his phone.)

Leo. 14 year old red eyed tree frog, uses a scythe ("if I'm not straight, then my weapon shouldn't be either" -forg Leo). Listens to Black Eyed Peas, Red Hot Chili Peppers, and similar and also Micheal Buble? (Skinniest mfer around, tallest of the whole group. Legs fo dayyzz.)

Mikey. 13 year old flying frog, uses a sun and moon pointed sword for a weapon. Listens to electronic music and video game soundtracks, definitely an ipad kid. (Bro got da pants.)

Splinter. 56 year old ginger cat, does not fight often but uses claws when he does. Listens to jazz and r&b, but will also listen to anything recommended to him by his sons and April. (He be a tall man, cause tall splinter is very funny to me. He got lost in his instincts once and tried to eat the bros but the Bonked him really good and now he's okay again. The bros also chomped on his whiskers sometimes.)

April. 22 year old human, tends not to fight but has several daggers and knives on her person at all times. Listens to all kinds of alternative music, though leans heavily towards goth to match her fashion. (Transfem goth girlie beloved. She's Jamaican and has lesbian parents. She's my favorite. :) [though any advice or info about how I should and could portray her ethnicity would be much appreciated, I know none of the things-])

Any other potential characters are yet to be thought about, though any ideas for anyone and anything are welcome.

Uh- yippee ig-

[saintbleeding]

[id: a photo of a white mug painted with a red-eyed tree frog, with the word “arson.” painted above it in black. end id.]

at the risk of sounding insincere i Do Not Know how much attention yall pay to my writing but. in. one of my fics. jon goes to martin’s place (martin lives with melanie) and while they are having A Very Fraught Exchange Over Tea martin gives jon his tea in. this mug. and i needed to make it exist. and now it exists. Arson frog be upon ye

#my #eye contact #hes very intimidating i want to cover my bases #also he is going on a journey soon he is a gift for a pal :D

[ellieandallthingsfuzzy]

Circles

 Summary: Part II to Midnight Delusions where Luke's concern for your mental health gets worse, and you meet and old friend of the family's.

Warnings: Intense descriptions of anxiety and psychosis, elements of horror,

 "Last night was the worst one yet and I'm afraid that it will only get worse." 

Chewie's guttural yawn could be heard from a distance over the hologram. Leia glanced to the side once before meeting Luke's eye again.

"When was the last episode?" 

"About a fortnight ago," he sighed. "I'm at a loss for what to do anymore other than how I take care of her now." 

Leia's heart sunk at the sight of her brave twin looking more defeated than ever. His shoulders were slumped and his eyes were puffed and glazed over. 

"You haven't slept much, have you?"

Another sigh, and then "I'm afraid of her waking up without me." 

Her heart went from her stomach to her feet at that. 

"She seems to be alright in the day when I'm with my students, but then when the sun goes down I think that's when it gets worse." 

"Is there anyone with her in that time?" 

"R2 is always nearby." 

There was a long moment of silence between them as they pondered. Leia was especially saddened to hear of your worsening condition. The two of you were almost as close to each other as you were to Luke. Anytime she visited, he had to practically compete for your attention because you were always glued to her side, and her, yours. Sometimes you two even slept in the same bed, which makes him just the tiny bit jealous, but ultimately he was happy that the two most important women in his life loved each other just as much as he loved them.

"I'm on a mission as an ambassador to Mygeeto at the moment, but I will come see you two at the earliest opportunity. I regret that it's already been this long since my last visit…"

Luke smiled softly. "Worry not, dear sister. I always feel you in the force." 

"And I, you." She said, voice starting to trail off. "I must leave for now, but I will stay in touch." She said regrettably. He nodded before they said their goodbyes and Luke was left alone in the room again. 

Another great breath of air deflated his chest as he studied the forest outside the window. All the vibrant green bamboo trees and the leaves that always seemed to be reaching out to touch you. A truly gorgeous place. 

You'd gone out for a walk maybe an hour earlier after waking up to Luke still rubbing your hair back from your forehead. Your eyes had fluttered sleepily as you registered his puffy eyed stare and his sad smile while he asked you how you were feeling today. 

You gave a big stretch and a tired whine before telling him you felt fine so far. 

"How about I make us something to eat, yeah?" His voice was still at half volume. 

You'd gently shook your head.

"I'm not really hungry yet." 

You'd quietly slipped on your boots and one of your oversized black cloaks: a hand-me-down from Luke. And then you were off, trudging aimlessly and thoughtlessly through the trees and the grass. You were weary as always about possible hallucinations but they usually stayed away for a good chunk of the day. Things only got bad when the sky starts to dim.

But right now, you were relieved and contented to have full control of your own mind and soon, you found a comfortable spot by a pond where you sat with your legs bent on either side of you. Curious frogs and other strange bugs pirouette around your presence. You giggled to yourself while you let some of them crawl up and down your arm and weave between your fingers. You even let a spider explore the surface of your face before gently guiding it back down into your palm again. 

You always had a special relationship with the wildlife here. The animals and the trees and even the dirt beneath your feet. Perhaps that was why Luke picked this place out for the two of you. It was special and it was easy to strengthen one's connection with not only the force, but the universe itself. It was a soothing remedy to your delicate mind. Like being kissed and tucked back into bed after a horrible nightmare. 

"You have a strong connection to the force here." 

You froze, refusing to look at who spoke or to even blink. Was this a real person or was this another product of your damaged psyche?

"But you're not a force user, are you?" 

The sound of footsteps approaching set every one of your nerves on edge and you started to shake. The spider you were holding scurried away after sensing your fear along with most of the bugs and frogs that have also come to visit. 

The footsteps stopped about a meter away and finally, you turned to the side just slightly to see a tall figure looking down at you, but not with malice. At least, you hoped that was what you were sensing. 

They had their arms politely behind their back, something shiny and silver was clipped to their belt. 

"I have a different kind of power." You said meekly. 

"One that most don't understand." 

You only gave a small nod as the stranger got closer, but still far enough away so as not to startle you. You still hadn't looked at her head on.

"But it's a power that can also leave you vulnerable." She continued.

Slowly, you turned to finally see who this stranger was and even though you'd never seen her before in your life….your breath still caught in your throat. 

She was tall and confident and exuded power. Her mannerisms alone suggested great wisdom and maturity. Someone who has seen a lot, someone who has done a lot. Someone from way before your time. From before Luke's, even. 

You recognized her as a togruta woman with the signature white facial markings. You were briefly mesmerized by the striped head tails draped over her shoulders. 

You frowned slightly after a long moment of unsure silence. You didn't look her in the face when you talked. You rarely looked anyone in the face when you did. 

"Why are you talking to me?" 

A strangely worded question but she knew what you really meant. Why was she here? Why was she interested in your power? Why did she care about your mental turmoil? 

"I was called by the force to come here. My help will be needed very soon."

"I don't need your help." You tried to sound as polite as possible. 

"Maybe that is true. But you'll need the help of people very close to you." 

'He already helps me every single day. Even if he doesn't have to…'

"I'm not talking about Luke."

You whipped your head around, eyes wide with alarm. 

She only gave a reassuring smile.

"We met once a few years ago when he trained his first student. I'm…a friend of the family."

Your alarm slowly dissipated until you were gazing off to the side again. You still didn't understand her interest in you or your condition.

"Something dark is plaguing you."

"Well…I've always been a little sick."

"It's different than that." Her tone darkened. "I sense an outside entity. And it will only continue to get stronger if you don't reach out." 

You shook your head. "No, this isn't something anyone can ever save me from. My own mind is poisonous. And you're right, it will get worse. Slowly, but surely. And no one, not even I can stop it. The way to cure me is to kill me."

Your silence after that was horribly telling. Something in the stranger was saddened and suddenly you felt a hand on your shoulder. You were almost surprised that you didn't startle. 

"There is always another way." 

Your eyes started to water when you answered. Your words were wobblier than before. 

"Not for my family." 

Neither of you spoke for several minutes. She looked at you with a mix of sympathy and concern while you fought to even out your breaths. To swallow back the tears and quickly wipe away any that escape. 

"I…I have a rule…If I ever…" 

Your eyes leaked despite you struggling to keep it together. Just the thought alone of this worst case scenario was overwhelming. It felt blasphemous. You were sickened to even say it out loud. 

"If I ever…g-go after him. If-If I ever hurt him…" 

You squeezed your eyes shut as her hold you tightened just a bit. 

Though you couldn't finish the thought, she knew exactly what you were saying. You'd kill yourself if you ever hurt Luke. 

"We don't have to let that happen. Whatever that darkness was that hurt you yesterday, it can be killed." 

You frowned at her seemingly endless knowledge of you and your life, but you also had to remember that she was a vetted force user and could probably see into your past just as well as you could. And if she was older than Luke, which she was for sure, you could imagine just how powerful she was.

"You need to call your sister." 

Once again you whipped your head, eyes even crazier than before. 

"How do you know about my sister!?"

"Luke has mentioned some things. But mostly I can sense it. You need help from your own kind, your own blood."

"I thought you said your help was needed?"

"The force works in ways we don't always understand at first. But I'm meant to be here at this time." 

You shook your head again, mostly to shake away the confusion. Your head was already starting to ache and you suddenly wanted to far far away from this stranger. 

You gave her one last fearful look before rising, making her hand fall limp to her side. You brushed past her, only stopping when she spoke again. 

"You'll understand soon. Better than I ever could. You'll be ready soon."

You didn't say anything, just wrapped your cloak tighter around you and slinking off into the woods. 

At home, Luke was winding down after a long day of teaching, training, and coaching. He was changing into his night robes when R2 started beeping away at him. 

"You know she likes to go for walks often. Don't worry, I can always tell where she's at or if she's safe."

More electronic beeping and squealing and Luke exhaled harshly.

"She's okay R2. Trust me, I'll be the first to jump into action if something happens."

The mouthy droid only got more frantic and frustrated at Luke's dismissal until finally, after a good five minutes of arguing, he slipped on his boots and went out after you. Mostly just to humor R2, who followed eagerly.

♤♤♤♤♤

You trudged farther and farther into the woods, that stranger's words still replaying in your head. You couldn't stop thinking about all the possibilities of what could happen. 

What if she was right? What if you were being attacked? What if you did need your sister's help? What if this unseen force ends up killing you before you kill yourself? What if it ends up killing Luke?

At some point, your hands ran down your face as you cried out in agony, trying to scream away all of these terrifying thoughts. And on and on you walked, occasionally stumbling a bit off to the side.

You passed a bamboo cluster when you heard someone calling out your name. Your husband.

That was when you realized just how long you'd been gone because the sky was dark again and suddenly you knew you had to get home before things got bad. 

But things weren't going to go bad, you told yourself. If you expect it, it will happen. So you repeated to yourself over and over while you headed towards Luke's voice. 

"I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine…" Over and over until the words no longer sounded like real words. 

Luke called for you once more and you called back, telling him you were coming. But he didn't seem to hear you. 

You must be too far away for your voice to carry. You did have a pretty soft voice especially compared to Luke, who's screeching could rival that of a wookie's. Thankfully, he's calmed down since his younger days. 

You groaned and continued on, still reassuring yourself as you went. 

♤♤♤♤♤

Luke's hands floated back down to his sides after calling you for the umpteenth time. R2 beeped and he only glanced at him once before speaking.

"That is weird. She usually always answers, even if it's just a small wavelength…" A subtle wave of energy that can carry any type of emotion. 

The magic you practiced, or at least used to, was vastly different to what he tapped into. But it also made it easier to sense your presence. It calmed him, made him at ease. But now, he couldn't sense you at all. It was like you'd just disappeared off the face of the planet. 

His heart sunk lower and lower at this until he ordered his trusty droid to keep watch where he was while he ran off through the thick trees, calling your name louder and louder until he was screaming your name like you'd just died in front of him.

♤♤♤♤♤

You passed the same cluster of bamboo sproutlings for the third time when Luke's voice started to distort into something else. A demonic bastardization of his real voice and you were struggling to find your way out of this endless loop. Because soon, you were certain that you were being chased by whatever was calling you and you sprinted until you could hear the quick footsteps of someone right on your heels. 

No matter which way you ran, you always passed by the same cluster and no matter how hard you screamed, no one would hear you. You were trapped in a loop and you clawed at your own face, yanking on your hair, pounding on your own head. Trying to get it to stop, trying to escape this hell. 

It was only when you saw him in the distance, clad in all black and covered with a great cape that a new adrenaline passed through you. You ran faster to catch up, calling and reaching out for him until he was within arms reach. You grabbed first for the fabric of his cloak to turn him around so he could face you but he wouldn't move. He was a statue. Cold and unfeeling. 

You tugged again and called his name with a warbling voice. 

Still nothing. 

"Luke?" You paused to see if he'd do anything. When he didn't, you grabbed his arm hoping to get him to look at you but the second you did, a cold, clammy hand overtook yours.

You gasped instantly as the color of its skin resembled a decaying corpse than the golden color of Luke's complexion. When he turned to look at you, your blood froze in your veins when you were greeted with the gaunt face of a monster you hadn't thought of in years. One with razor sharp shark teeth and soulless royal purple eyes.

Her snarl was demonic. Every once of color drained from your face so you were just as pale as her. 

Your knees already started to give out. 

"M-Ma-Mama…?"

Your petrified whisper echoed through the woods around him as the droid tried his best to keep up. 

He screamed your name much louder this time and was only met with another one of your scared whimpers. 

He stopped when he caught just a whiff of your presence; you were close. He scanned every which way with a determined scowl, still unsure where to run. He could feel you but just barely. Something else was shielding you from him. Hiding you. Something evil, he was sure of it.

And then your scream filled the air more than the air itself. It made him run harder and harder until his legs were shouting at him to rest but he couldn't. Not until he knew you were safe. 

When he did finally find you, you were curled up in a fetal position with your legs to your chest. You were crying like a child, he wasn't even sure you knew where you were. But he couldn't feel that foreign presence anymore. There was no one to protect you from it seemed. 

He rushed over to your side and put a gentle hand over your head, but you recoiled from his touch. He jerked back, not knowing what to do. R2 came slipping out from the dark mass of trees, panicked with worry and trying to wake you with his incessant beeping and whistling. But Luke was quickly to softly talk him down before whispering and cooing to you, slowly bring you back down to reality until it was safe to touch you without you getting scared. 

You peeked through your arms covering your face at his smiling form, coaxing you to open your eyes. 

The world was still a haze and you could hardly move but you were there. You were aware. 

"Oh, Maker…" he whispered, too low for you to hear. 

Tonight was worse than before. But now he was starting to question the validity of your sickness. Was your mind really tainted? Or was there something else at play here? He felt that outside energy, something he'd never sensed before. He didn't know if it was human, or of any species he knew of in this galaxy. He knew it couldn't have been a Jedi, but it also felt far too sinister, even for a sith. Because this force, this entity, whatever it was, it didn't draw its power from rage. It felt too cold for that. Too unfeeling. 

After several minutes of slowly bringing you to a lucid state, he slipped his arms beneath you to carry you in his arms like a bride. Though you still weren't fully sure what was going on, you wrapped your arms loosely around his neck, resting your head against his chest. 

"I think she was right…" you mumbled on the way back home. 

Luke frowned. 

"Who was right?"

You didn't answer for a long time. But you just as he thought you weren't going to at all. 

"Ahsoka."

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If anyone is still reading, thank you, first of all. And second, please give me your feedback on if this story should be continued or not. I wrote this several months ago when I was still struggling with addiction to alcohol and this story was a way for me to comfort myself, but, as you can see, describes some harrowing mental spirals that I'm not entirely sure I can recreate, especially now that I'm sober.

Basically, what I'm trying to say is, I'm also a little afraid to continue this story. But I'm nevertheless, still proud of what I have written so far, so maybe it can be a good standalone and maybe someone else will use this idea to branch off into something better. Anyways, may the force be with you all.

#luke skywalker x reader #luke skywalker/reader #luke skywalker x you #luke star wars #star wars #star wars fanfiction #star wars angst

[spreadsheetdyke]

new @sweatermuppet sticker to go with the frog below my laptop keyboard <3

[ID: a sticker of a red-eyed tree frog slightly covered by a sticker with black text on a white background that reads “you can just wake up and be transsexual! it’s your choice and yours alone! don’t agonize… transgenderize!”. the text on this sticker is surrounded by black stars of varying sizes. /end ID]

#BIG fan of this sticker i have to figure out what to do w the other small one and the two big ones i ordered w this text #one of em will probably go on my bass case bc where else would i put it! maybe one on my bike? we’ll see #can’t wait for the package my mom sent me to arrive bc that has the envelope w the OTHER stickers i ordered in it #(ordered them too late so they didn’t arrive before i moved out) #that package will ALSO have my new cursedluver stickers in it it’ll be great #art <3 #update: the other small one i put on my scrapbook that has my girlofswords ‘‘some girls were born to be boys’’ sticker on the back #there wasn’t room to put them beside each other sadly </33

[flowers-and-literature]

Les Amis as frogs

Enjolras

Horror frog - I chose this frog for enj for two reasons. 1, it has lots of luscious hair on its body and 2, it's very very aggressive. Like this frog breaks its own bones and pokes them through its skin to attack predators. Scary

Combeferre

Green and Black poison dart frog - this frog is highly intelligent and can make maps in its mind or something or other idk I didn't read the full Wikipedia article. I'm also losing my breath laughing over the idea of a frog with glasses so do with this info what you will

Courfeyrac

Red-eyed tree frog - this frog has a very bright colour palette and uses it to startle and confuse their predators. What an icon ✨

Joly

Paedophryne amauensis - this frog definitely has Joly vibes and tell me the idea of Joly being the smallest frog species ever isn't adorable oh that's right you can't I'm right

Bossuet

Glass frog - I don't know exactly why I chose this one but it radiates bossuet vibes. See through skin = Baldness??? Your guess is as good as mine

Grantaire

Purple frog - this frog spends a majority of its life underground in its depression hole. Then after it mates, it goes right back into its depression hole. Also it looks like this. Ugly little slime blob mwa mwa

Bahorel

Goliath frog - I was pretty stumped on this one but I think the Goliath frog matches him pretty well. They are very very big and could probably beat me and my dog up just like him

Feuilly

Mossy frog - look at it aaw pretty frog <3 also this frog will curl itself into a ball and hope it's predators go away when threatened aaw me too bestie me too

Jehan

Poison dart frog - ok look at this frog and tell me it doesn't scream Jehan. It's very very pretty and also very very deadly just like him

Bonus Marius

Diane's bare-hearted glass frog/Kermit lookalike - look at those eyes. They've seen shit. They're traumatised. They look like they've just witnessed it's entire friend group die. Plus tell me Marius being the Kermit frog isn't hilarious

#les mis #les miserables #les amis #les amis de l'abc

[thelien-art]

First i must apologize I have a tendency to forget that tumblr - even when we're all 'on' - is not live interaction and additionally you can't actually read my mind 😅

This was in reaction to seeing your ... delightful?? .. new frog. In such a state. And I got nervous 😋🦀💖

Annon... I´m gonna cry... I love you♡♡♡ you´re making me do happy jumps♡

And I understand fully what you mean about "reading minds" if you can call it that, we´re all there at times!

I hope this is you trying to get me to talk about my wonderful frog Kaj because that´s what I´m gonna do know XD

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This is Kaj - named after my second favorite show as a child - he´s 25 cm long, and he´s a treefrog, there didn´t stand which one but my best guess is a red eyed tree frog, he just doesn't have the blue stripes, he could also be a Agalychnis moreletii (Morelet's tree frog) but he doesn't have black eyes and Morelet´s are known for their black eyes (a nickname of theirs is black eyed frog).

He could also be an American green tree frog, but his feet are a bit too pigmented, and back a bit to light for that, although the eyes would match there.

Actually he´s a woman as he has an ovary and oviduct (the blue stuff you can see below his urostyle) but I didn´t know that until I unpacked him, where I already had named him

Going with the idea he´s a Morelet (as that´s what he looks most like) he would be around 60mm (f-54 m-60/64)

Red eyed tree frog gets around 6/7 cm (f-7,5 m-5)

All in conclusion he´s a tree frog. Which kind of one? Karl.

And no, the crabs need not fear, he´s much too small to be of any danger in the wild, and my Kaj is made of plastic so he doesn't really jump or eat, unfortunately.

Although some crabs might want to watch out for the Goliath frog... (world's biggest frog at around 32 cm and 3.3 kilograms)

#im always so nervous if my english is good enough and if i have misunderstood something because of it #no art just talk #kaj the frog #frog #frogs #i dont know how to replay when people gives me compliments #they make me so happy and i cant even get it down in words so i end up usually just giving them a thank you but i mean so much more #if any better frogs experts can help me out please do #this is just a take out of my own knowledge #ive always had an oppositions with reptile and amphibians #mostly because my dad talked about how he grew up with turtles fish reptiles and frogs #but the frogs just kicked extra hard this last month and they have been filling almost every minut of my days in some way #ask

[juliapilecki]

Part 1: Self-Love

Conceptual Goals: For this piece, I was really inspired by the lyric "You're on your own kid, you always have been" by Taylor Swift. I chose to make that the center point of my artwork because I feel like it is very representative of my twenties, especially as I'm preparing to graduate in the spring. It is a scary feeling to be thrust into the real world but it is also exciting and I think this lyric and song reflects that feeling quite well. I wanted to fill the rest of the canvas with images and colors that felt like me (with also a few more Taylor Swift references hidden throughout).

Aesthetic Goals: I used paint, colored pencil, and collage materials in this piece. I wanted it to be bright and hopeful but also hyperfeminine which is why you see a lot of pink and flowers. I have always loved wildflowers and flowers in general which is why I thought they were very important to include in my piece. I also drew a sort of celestial-yin-yang because I have always loved the sun and moon and have gravitated equally towards both of them. I decided to add the hearts, stars, and circles because I felt like the piece needed a little more color.

Course Inspiration: As I mentioned before, I really wanted this piece to feel hyperfeminine as a sort of juxtaposition to my second piece, which is more masculine. I used pink a lot and also used typically feminine objects, like flowers and butterflies. My artwork here really reminded me of my artwork from our Animals unit in the way I collaged materials and created a background with blank space.

Part 2: Spreading Love

Conceptual Goals: I made this piece for my boyfriend and I really wanted to make it representative of him and the things he loves. Every single little piece of the artwork has meaning that can be related back to him. I wanted to create something that matched his aesthetic and preferences so he could hang it up as a gift from me but still have something that felt like him.

Aesthetic Goals: My boyfriend wants to be a history professor so I definitely took that in mind when creating the background of this piece. I used printed cardstock with mostly worldly images, which reminded me of him. I also used a newspaper clipping from a hunting article because he has been getting into hunting lately. Next, I wanted to just fill the rest of the artwork with images that are related to him in some form. Because the background of the piece was so busy, I wanted to keep the images on top a little more simple. I used pen and paint to create the drawings and also used collage materials. The black and white nature of some of the images kind of reminded me of tattoos, which my boyfriend loves. I incorporated his favorite sports and activities and also his love for music and frogs. One of his favorite bands is Pinegrove and I represented that subtly with my painting of pine trees. The flower that I painted is meant to be a Black-Eyed Susan, which I always compare to the color of his eyes.

Course Inspiration: I was really inspired by the portrait unit and the feedback I received, which was to delve deeper into the psychology of my character. I was extremely thoughtful when choosing each of the items that went on this piece and I think that is because I truly spent some time considering what my boyfriend loves and values in this world. I made sure to incorporate many aspects of his life and I felt grateful to be able to know someone so well to create this piece for him. I was very happy with how it came out and it is very meaningful to me.

[banschivs]

If anyone’s keeping count,  that’s a ranchu goldfish on the kitchen counter called Goblin 🐟,  a stray ginger cat on the couch called Gavin 🐈,  with his sister called Tuna 🐈‍⬛ and the new flat-headed boy called Pancake 🐈‍⬛.  Along with those felines there’s the white fluffy beast called Pearl 𓃠,  and the pink Sphynx named Tessi 𓃠.  Two red-eyed tree frogs are looking out at you in the terrarium in the jungle-themed living room 🐸🐸.  Nix has called the fatter,  greener of the two Gonzo,  and the skinnier more yellow-y guy Rizzo,  and if anyone asks ‘why not Kermit?’ she’ll say she has no idea who that is.  Also in the junglescape is Spaghetti,  the albino corn snake who loves to nap up your sleeve 🐍.  A little pink and black spotted piglet also joined the clan,  she instantly named him Applesauce 🐷.  A wolfdog named Hawk 🐺 is sat on Arthur’s foot (nicknames include Squatch,  Grim,  and Littlefoot for the irony)  and was gifted to Nix by Arthur upon learning she was pregnant with their third sprog.  Jareth the party Barn Owl 🦉 is screaming from the kitchen counter. And as of September 28th 23, Yellowcake, the soon to be massive black mutt 𓃡 the family adopted from a Chernobyl rescue scheme has been added into the mix. Not long after, the family adopted Domino 🐕, a shepherd-mix, after seeing him on television for the puppy bowl.  

Pop around the Fleck house to feel one with nature in the city of despair !

#☠ abt. ⋙ 𝙭𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙢𝙚 𝙠𝙞𝙡𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠. #okay tumblr said no #it said no and also flipped me off then kicked me in the shin #fine #new post #the majesty is gone the magic has been stolen #my streak has been demolished #whatever whatever #here's the menagerie

[moondancer71]

A collaboration fic with @arielchelby​

AN: We are nearly done with this chapter, so we thought it would be fun to share a sneak peek. Jon meets some new friends 🤭👀. 

Jon emerged from the flames at the entrance of the Cave of the Three-Eyed Raven. Located beyond the Wall, the Fates domain resided below a towering weirwood concealed by magic, its existence known only to the Children of the Forest and the Lord of the Dead. The cave was a labyrinth, consisting of smaller caves and tunnels which interconnect and lead back to the main cavern.  

Though the cave lied outside of Castle Black’s borders, no natural light streamed through. With a wave of his hand, Jon created a blue fire ball in his palm to illuminate the path to the main cave. The withered bones of ravens and Children of the Forest that litter the tunnel grounds crunched beneath Jon’s feet as he made toward the cave. The roots of the weirwood clung to the walls in twisted webs, slender fingers reaching toward their master, trapped in a cage of his own making.  

At the cave's entrance, he could see the smattering of torches lining the tunnel and he extinguished his blue flame. The torchlight created macabre shadows of the giant skulls embedded within the walls.  

The three Fates resided at the center of the cave. Brynden Rivers, or Bloodraven as he was now called, Maggy the Frog and the Ghost of High Heart. Encased in his throne of weirwood roots, Bloodraven appeared more tree than man. A murder of ravens are perched on the bone white bark. His milk-white skin and blood red eyes seemingly glow in the darkness and his long-white hair hangs loose, covering the wineskin birthmark on the right side of his face. 

“Good evening, Your Grace. You received our raven?” Bloodraven smirked. 

Jon fought the urge to roll his eyes. “Yes. I hope it’s important. As you well know, I have many duties to attend to.”

The Ghost of High Heart was a small, old woman and similar to Bloodraven she has long white hair, pale skin, and red eyes. “Your Grace, you should be kinder to my dear friend, Jenny. She is haunted by the grief and sorrows of Summerhall, as am I, yet you punish her for it,” she said, her frail hands gripping the handle of her black cane. 

Jon scoffed. “I’d like to send her to her final resting place along with the monsters haunting my castle. If you can tell me how, I’d gladly free her of this torment.” 

“Monsters are your territory, Your Grace,” Maggy laughed, a wicked gleam in her charcoal rimmed eyes. Unlike Bloodraven and the Ghost of High Heart, Maggy was youthful, her honey-brown hair cascading down her shoulders, her brown dress forming to her curves.  

He felt ire rise. “Is this why I’ve been summoned? You intend to scold me for banishing a singing maiden?!” 

“Careful, Your Grace,” the Ghost of High Heart warned. “You forget where you are and to whom you are speaking to.” 

Jon bowed his head. “Apologies.” The Fates’ powers were tied to the King of the Underworld, their greensight permitting them to guide the past, present, and future of the mortal realm. Careful, fool, their knowledge of magic and death far exceeds your own. 

“Enough,” Bloodraven bellowed, his voice echoing off the walls causing the ravens to scatter their caws reverberating through the space. “The Queen is still mortal,” Bloodraven continued. “She has not eaten from the pomegranate.” 

Jon studied the floor. “It’s more complicated than I imagined,” Jon lamented. “She’s frightened and I cannot force her to eat the fruit.”

“She will eat the fruit,” the Ghost of High Heart intoned. “The Old Gods have not let me rest. I dream of two unhappy sons and a cruel father who’s time should have long since passed. I see a cloud looming over the land, one that grows darker with each year that passes. The Old Gods demand payment. They want their Bride of Fire.” 

“Yes,” Bloodraven said, leaning forward, his fingers curling over his handrests. “We gave you the pomegranate for King Aerys as you promised us a bride for the Underworld. Men forget the promises they make, but the trees remember.” 

“I’ve not forgotten. The debt will be paid. I just need more time,” Jon pleaded. 

“You shall have it, Your Grace,” Bloodraven replied, leaning back into his chair. “However, bear in mind that though we Fates control the threads of time, our patience is not endless. Time is fleeting for mortals, just like the winter snows that I can see your sister chasing after your brothers in.”  

Jon’s heart dropped at the mention of his siblings, but he pressed forward, unwilling to show the Fates his fear.  “I understand. Am I free to leave?” 

Bloodraven laughed. “None of us are free, Your Grace. We serve the Gods and we are bound to our duty to maintain the balance between life and death. But you may leave.” 

“Your Grace,” Maggy called, halting Jon’s steps. “I can tell you your future and that of your Queen’s.” She slunk over to him, dark eyes full of mischief. 

Jon hesitated. Despite the immense power he wields, the mage's dark magic makes him weary. Yet, after Daenerys refused to eat the fruit last night, he’s afraid that this might all be for naught and that he’s subjected them both to a life of misery. “Fine,” he relented. “Tell me what will become of Daenerys and me.”

#jonerys #jonerys fanfic #jonerys fanfiction #moon and ariel write #lure me to hell #fic teaser #also its REALLY hard to write a scene with more than 2 people 😅🤣

[orowyrm]

hi lucio anon here again i also think lucio deserves to show sigma real frogs . theres no way lucio DOESN'T own real frogs (and toads) when his whole brand is frog. i think he has things ranging from white's tree frogs and red eyed tree frogs to bullfrogs to green and black dart frogs. i think he shows them to sig and teaches him how to hold them with his more relaxed frogs. i think he has a HUGE and old cane toad named some shit like microwave. who is just old and chill. and i think he's his favorite to show sigma cus he's just so chill and like ( ´ ― ` ) you know. and i think at first sig is so weirded out by the toads and frogs. like he wants to be cool about it and lucio makes sure he wears like latex gloves n stuff while handling the frogs and toads but sig is still so unsure. it takes him a bit to get used to it but when he IS used to it he's like "lucio..... lucio the frogs .... i need to see them ..."

OH SOOOOOOO REAL!!!!!!! i fucking love frogs i really believe in lucio having pet frogs. i used to keep thumbnail darts years back theyre such epic little beasts.... very fragile though. in my heart and soul i want to believe hes got a pixie frog/african bullfrog sheerly bcs theyre absolutely in my top 10 for 'animal of all time'. look at this BEAST!!!

as epic as cane toads are i feel like sig would be kinda skeeved out by handling ANY variant of hot animal tbh, even if gloves are all you need to be protected ... (i know in the hobby the term 'hots' usually refers specifically to venomous animals usually snakes but id consider a frog that can produce toxic ooze to be hot because i would not want to touch it) i feel like in general especially when it comes to small fragile animals hes more comfortable observing than handling... he does not want to risk hurting them hes aware that they are so little and his hands are so large BUT given the opportunity he WOULD sit there for hours and just stare at them as they do their thing. enrichment for him

im realizing as im typing this that if hes got expensive specialized sought after frogs like darts he almost definitely goes to like expos and stuff to scope out vendors the way i used to and im loving the concept .... imagine youre running a table at a reptile show and THEE Lúcio Correia dos Santos walks in and starts asking you about your opinions on cohabitating different morphs of ranitomeya imitator in the same vivarium. id keel over and die

#i think itd be cute if he sampled his frogs calls in his songs on occasion :') #overwatch