#frog snippets

[princeshilo]

anyone thinking about how emizel and soda would lie together at the hideout, limbs tangled together, both covered in blood that could be anyone's but theirs. how emizel buries his face into the nape of soda's neck, his breath hot and ragged from the fight, and emi feels something inside of him grow hungry. he wouldn't, he can't, it's his boy-- but some wretched thing howls and begs to prove it to the world with two small punctures. that soda's his, always has been, always will be.

#frog rambles #um. um. um. um. dont look at me #jrwi #the suckening #fizzfangs #frog snippets

[egelskop]

version 2.0 of this one.

you can get it as a print. if you want.

#myart #hlvrai #it feels a little obnoxious to .post the same thing twice. sorry? a snippet or preview just didnt feel right though. #ah. the world spins. frogs croak and plants grow. im gonna go play sub nau tica now. night evryone :)

[smoosnoom]

miwip wednesday !

#ya theyre smooching Move On #actually tho im not even here yet in the fic this just . came to my head in a fog #in a Frog hehehehrhrh #i feel like im going insna eim so tired #anyeay . the Tags #byler #will byers #mike wheeler #byler fic #um . idk if theres anyhring else #does anyone actually want these snippets i cant even tell fr #hopefully ppl like it :^) #i have never used that emoticon ever #its usually judt :) #not even :-) #why did i use it . i guess well never know #ok #enough . goodbye

[fantasci-side-blog]

A froggy day in the life of a young prince and a (to be) knight 🐸

Inspired by this prompt by @thepenultimateword! Based on my characters with @callmemeg

“And you confronted the witch head on because…?” young Prince Belir trailed, staring hard with his amphibian eyes at his equally amphibian as well as equally cursed wannabe-knight sister. Though, rather than nestling into the wet leaves for camouflage like he was, she was hopping around in the soil making a spectacle. She didn’t seem to realize that her usual move of athleticism did not transfer well to this small, round body.

“To protect you, of course!” she cried, struggling through a somersault.

"And what protection this is, thank you so much."

"Hey!” His sister’s throat swelled up and she involuntarily let out a croak.

Their bickering and frog-leaps eventually caught up to the witch. There she was, outside their vacation home, lounging in their family’s hammock, eating a croissant that- that- fine, they didn’t know it was theirs, but maybe their parents had bought it and she had stolen it from their kitchen!

“Hey, Witch!” Miana croaked.

The witch raised her sunglasses contemptuously. “Have your parents taught you no manners at all? That’s Ms Witch to you.”

If Belir had eyebrows, one of his would have been raised right now. 

“Oh, apologies,” Miana said without missing a beat. “Ms Witch!”

“Yes, children?”

“Turn us back!”

“Is that all?” She leaned down and turned both frog children to face the opposite direction.

“Not like that!” Miana’s throat swole once more. “We want to be human again!”

“Oh?” Her lips curved into a smirk, but her victims were… not bright enough for her to get the reaction she hoped for, so her face settled back into a tired look instead. “Don’t you know your magic basics and history?”

“Why, yes,” Belir answered. “Just yesterday I read that some cultures used to decorate magic wands with flower petals on special occasions.”

“Very good.” Belir proudly puffed out his little frog chest. “But I meant curses. Particularly the curse of turning people into frogs. Like your situation.” She gestured between the two of them.

“Oh. No, I can’t say I’m familiar.”

The wi- Ms Witch sighed, “Elvara and Doretan are going to hear from me,” she mumbled to herself. Then she sat up straighter and got out her teaching voice. “Turning people into frogs is a very basic and easy-to-break curse. It’s a very common curse, mostly used by people just learning magic or who just want to use a temporary spell. Its popularity is thanks to the famous fairytale The Frog Prince, that I will personally ask your parents to read to you tonight." Anyone else listening to their conversation may have heard some slight snideness at the last comment, but there wasn’t anyone nearby so that snideness was lost.

Miana nodded. “Thank you. But can you turn us back now?”

“No can do, frog princess. Only true love’s kiss will do the trick. You two do know what that is, I hope?”

“True love’s — HEY! No! What if we don’t have a true love?” Their trembling forms gave Ms Witch reassurance that there was at least some intellect in those heads of theirs.

“Well, I guess then you’d better start looking.” She lowered her sunglasses and resumed eating her croissant. 

With great difficulty, Ms Witch was able to control her laughter and her tongue while the two amphibians panicked their heads off.

Her entertainment was unfortunately put to an end when Ms Nerianne and Queen Elvara walked out the cabin door. 

“Jadi, remind me, do you have any allergies —” 

“WAHHHH! NENE! MOMMY!”

“MRS MOM! NENE! I DON’T WANT TO BE A FROG FOREVER!”

The two frog children continued wailing as two very surprised guardians looked on. They looked toward Ms Witch, Jadi, who had a hand on her mouth to try to muffle her snickering.

“My word…” Elvara rushed forward and picked up her kids, her slimy, crying kids, but her kids nonetheless. Memories of her children being small enough to hold in her arms resurfaced before her critical thinking did. Thankfully, that wasn’t the case for Nerianne.

“What did you do, Jadi?” She withheld the second croissant she had brought as hostage till her question was answered.

“Nothing! You wanted me to teach them magic, I’m teaching them magic!” With a wiggle of her fingers the hostage croissant had transferred to her hand.

“You made them cry!”

“Nuh-huh! I turned them into frogs. I never made them cry. In fact, they started crying when you two came. A suspicious correlation, don’t you think?”

“Oh Gods, Jadi.” Nerianne’s so-done voice was undefeatable.

“Sorry.” Jadi finally had the sense to look sheepish. “But, on the bright side, I agree to take them on as my pupils! Also, I’m allergic to eggplant.”

Nerianne sighed and took one of the children from Elvara’s arms. 

“Dory! Dory, come here!” Elvara called for her husband Doretan, still entranced by the fact that her children were so small.

Doretan walked out, still in an apron and flour, “Yes, Elly?” He paused at the sight of the crying frogs. He didn’t know frogs could cry, he realized.

“I DON’T WANT TO MARRY A WEIRDO WHO KISSES FROGS!”

“I DON’T WANT TO GET MARRIED AT ALL!”

Those voices were unmistakable. He sighed. It was only a matter of time before his children were turned into frogs, it was a very common occurrence among kids their age, either a curse by a jealous classmate or an accident while learning magic. Thankfully, the curse’s popularity meant its remedy was also very popular.

“So they’re finally frogs, huh?” He wiped his hands on his apron before taking one of the tiny sobbing creatures in his arms. “What kind of frogs are they? They’re so small," he mumbled.

“Aren’t they, Dory?” Elvara responded. “Almost makes me want to keep them this way. So small and tiny,” she freed Nerianne of froggy Miana and cradled her in her arms.

It took a while, but, eventually, Miana and Belir each received a kiss on their heads by their guardians. The kisses had turned them from two sad frogs back to their perpetually confused human selves. It was true love’s kiss. True family love. Tomorrow Jadi would go on to say that they would have known this if they had had better schooling in magic history. But today, they were ordered to get back to their chores and set the table for lunch with her instead.

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Writing journey:

Had this in my head ever since I saw the prompt (which was... July! maybe) but couldn't write. I finally wrote it :D

I need help with ending paragraphs lol.

#of sword and spade #cursed #frog #frog prince #my writing #my snippets #thepenultimateword #fantasci tumblr #fantasci #young knight #young royalty #turned into a frog #crack #humor #fantasci writing #fluff #family #royalty #magic #fantasy #transformation #fairytale #true love #true love's kiss

[bug-leg]

#animation #gif #frog #snippet from a short I don't know if I'll ever finish #animating burns me out big time I'm sorry to say

[save-the-villainous-cat]

ok, extremely serious hero, extremely bubbly villain

make them kiss

also here is frog

“Don’t be nervous,” the villain said. All their lover had to do was smile at them and the hero felt as if all their worries disappeared into a deep abyss of nothingness.

“I’m not nervous,” the hero clarified, clearing their throat. They knew that wasn’t the whole truth and they were also aware that the villain was anything but dumb. “I’m just…I—”

“You are, love. You’re clenching your jaw. Your ears are red. You look stressed. You look sad. Well, you look indifferent most of the time but now you look worried? Maybe worried, yeah.”

“That’s what my face looks like, it’s just my face!” the hero answered.

“Of course, love.”

It was awfully hot in their suit. It was awfully hot in this room. The thought of being home with the villain in their arms was a much too seductive possibility. They didn’t want to be here. They didn’t want to speak in front of the whole city.

Usually, the villain and them were either in their suits or in their civilian clothes together, a perfect contrast to each other but still with the same basic module. But today, only the hero was dressed up. The villain wasn’t here as their enemy, they were here as their future spouse and the only support system in the hero’s life.

“It’s not gonna be bad. I know you struggle with public speaking but you can do this!” The villain fixed a fold in the hero’s suit and gave them both thumbs up. Their huge smile was undeniably cute, reaching their eyes easily.

“I don’t struggle with public speaking…” The villain’s grin turned into a sweet smile as their hand cupped the hero’s cheek.

“Just one announcement, love. Nothing more. You can do this, I know it. It’ll be easy for you. You’ll think it will be horrible and terrible and you’re gonna die or whatever but that’s just your subconscious telling you there’s danger because the situation is new for you,” the villain said, their good mood automatically calming the hero’s own. “You’re fighting monsters and robots and god knows what on a weekly basis. You can make a public announcement, too! You’ll be a natural I just know it!”

The villain continued to fix the hero’s outfit: checking their hair, making the hero stand up straight, searching for anything that could bother them on the hero’s suit.

“You’re my villain, baby. Aren’t you supposed to talk me out of this? Could you mess around a bit for me?” At that, the villain grinned again.

“Not today.” They winked at the hero and kissed their cheek. “You can do this.”

“I don’t want to do this.”

“It’s gonna be fine, love. I know it can be intimidating but you’re incredible.” Their hand travelled to the hero’s shoulder and farther down where it stayed right above the hero’s heart. “Just talk to them as if you were speaking to me. One little public announcement. They just want to honour you. And when all is over, I’m gonna spoil you tonight, okay?”

The hero took a deep breath. Why this anxiety was always creeping up wasn’t a mystery.

It was torture. All those eyes on them. All the expectations. If only one person was bored by them, they’d already lose.

Yeah, maybe they didn’t like public speaking. So what? Ever since talking in school, they hadn’t been able to form a syllable in front of another group of people.

“Hey,” the villain said calmly. “Hey. You got this. I’ll be with you.”

They grabbed the hero’s cheeks and brought their faces closer together. They smiled again sweetly, their soft cheeks raising and making the hero fall even more in love.

“You got this,” the villain whispered, their breath warm against the hero’s lips. They were impossibly close until the hero finally ceased the gap and kissed their lover tenderly.

And as soon as their lips met, the hero realised that, in fact, they got this.

#I LOVE THE FROGS #me and my wonderful bf <3 #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #request #an answer for an ask #fluff #I suppose

[baphymittens]

Frog King/ Part 2

He's being touched.

In and out of consciousness Demiurge notes the delicate touch of skilled hands on him. Inspecting and appraising the wounds littering his tubby frog body. The strong smell of bitter medicines slowly invades the amphibians' senses. In too much pain he doesn't attempt to escape the hands tending to his wings, gently smearing the thin membrane between his torn wings with some type of ointment, spreading a cold sensation to the area before numbing it.

“-likely of demonic ancestry.” He can hear her mutter to herself. “I would say female from the large size-” He twitches, annoyed by the assumption. “-but the coloring and muscle suggests male. What an amazing specimen.” 

At the mercy of a human, how undignified…at least this one isn't blind to my greatness…even in this weaker form.

At being carefully set down he opens his red eyes, taking in his slightly blurry surroundings. In front of him is a wall covered in many hand drawn diagrams of the internal anatomy of animals, recipes for medicine, and odd symbols. Glancing down he can see he's been placed upon some kind of cloth covering a wooden desk.

He looks to his small arms and sees fleshy pink claw marks, some covered in some kind of moss and others with a kind of shiny ointment. He attempts to stretch his wings to assess the damage but can only move one, he looks to the right wing and sees it in some kind of makeshift sling.

“Oh please don't move or mess with it, I don't want to have to restrain you little guy.”

Pointed ears twitch at her words. With an annoyed sounding croak, he carefully turns his body around to face her and tries to avoid aggravating his injuries, his impish tail feeling heavy as he drags against the desk. 

She notices he has quite the cold, hard stare for just a—frog. They typically have a rather empty headed stare to them…but this frog…it's almost as if his eyes scrutinize her every move. Though considering the tail and wings, it's already obvious he isn't a typical frog.

Still, she couldn't help but giggle at the frog creature making such a serious looking face.

“Oh my gosh, you're adorable…”

Offended he puffed up his vocal sac and attempted to lift his tail in a threatening manner, remembering its seemingly heavier weight he looks to the side and finally sees what's waying it down. 

She put corks on my tail spikes!?

#demiurge/reader #demi/mc #demiurge overlord #overlord demiurge #overlord anime #anime overlord #frog king demi #demi snippets

[ninjigma]

Last line challenge, as tagged by my Rex, @bucketking :)

"Save that talking with your eyes for the bedroom." The quip came from Quinlan, and Obi-Wan had heard it before. He took comfort in that too, even as his compliance in keeping his eyes closed only worried the other two more. The darkness behind his eyelids only dragged Obi-Wan back through his memories further, caused his chest to tighten. "Rex?" he asked, voice going shaky. "Is he... is Rex-" "He is okay, Obi-Wan." Anakin. "Already awake and complaining about having to be stuck here for the required time after surgery."

As for tagging others, I still have no idea who to ever tag (I am not on here nearly enough truly XD) so honestly feel free to tag me in a snippet/last line if you see this!

#screaming frog #snippet #wip #light through liquor AU #obi wan kenobi #quinlan vos #anakin skywalker #my writing #star wars au #and yeah it is #obirex #battlekilt

[astriiformes]

20, 39, 43, and 60, if you want to

20 - Have you noticed any patterns in your fics? Words/expressions that appear a lot, themes, common settings, etc?

Sigh. My fic tends to be extremely hurt/comfort, frequently verging into fairly whumpy (gestures at how much I wrote for Whumptober back in 2022), although I do go pretty heavy on the comfort often, too. Make of that what you will.

39 - Share a snippet from a WIP

I will share something from a somewhat neglected WIP because I love it very much still and really ought to get back to it -- my transgender Caleb Wittebane backstory fic, "Go Down to the Netherworld, Plant Grapes"

Constance might have found the change jarring, but she wasn’t going to squander it. After overhearing Goody Young and Reverend Bradshaw talk about the possibility of sending her away, she was determined to be more dutiful and Christian than ever. Like Philip. It was her responsibility now, in order to keep them both together. She would move the Youngs with her great piety and her devotion to caring for her younger brother, and people around town would start to say things like “That Constance Wittebane is growing into such a fine young woman, don’t you think?” and “Yes, her parents would be so proud” and “Maybe releasing twenty-three frogs in church wasn’t really such a sin. After all, she must have worked very diligently and patiently to get her hands on so many of them,” to which she would reply, quite levelly and not at all smugly, “Surely your praise ought to go to Christ our Lord, who gave me my great sisterly charity and prodigious frog-catching skills.” All told, she managed to keep it up for about a week.

43 - Do you take a sadistic joy in whumping your characters, or are you more the "If you hurt them I would kill everyone and then myself" kind of person?

Closer to the former than the latter, seeing as I just admitted to being a pretty solidly whumpy writer, but I would say it's quite to the sadistic point -- I have not infrequently made myself cry writing fic, and am very much a hurt/comfort writer, with certain exceptions when there's a good narrative to be had. I guess I just really like putting characters through the wringer for a good reason and often seeing them patched up and taken care of in the aftermath. Or, alternatively, for what they went through to have an impact or mean something.

This is all uh, probably somewhat revealing about myself and my own experiences, but at least that's what writing is for.

60 - Have you had a writer you admire comment on your fic? What was that like?

I have and it's always the sort of thing that makes me flustered but in, like a good way. The most prominent example being that my somewhat regular (used to be very, now is hindered by The Curse) beta reader these days, my qpp @scribefindegil was someone whose fic I really looked up to for YEARS and now I just get to hand her my laptop and say "Hey, do you want to read this?" all the time. Sounds fake and made-up.

#really really love that snippet from the caleb fic i'm delighted i had an excuse to share it #let it be known that i wrote it well before playing pentiment which has its own 'frogs in church' plot? #writers will look at a kid in the early modern era and go 'what kind of prank would they pull?' and come up with 'frogs in church' #my writing #ask meme

[princeshilo]

just got hit with the most intense wave of treebark insanity i felt my fucking heart palpitate. because martyn is smart, right? he’s quick and clever and always two steps ahead, running circles around the other members of third life like it’s a dance. beneath all of that, really, he’s just terrified. he knows that if he stops running, stops smiling, stops pushing buttons he knows he shouldn’t, his mistakes will catch up to him. so when he falls in love, it’s like his whole world has fallen apart. he’d do anything, anything for ren, if he just asked, and the realization is debilitating. that he’s the king’s hand, and love is a weakness on this server but martyn trusts ren to protect him when he lets his guard down. finally, he has a reason to stop running. eurydice has found his orpheus & he knows it’ll doom them both but god he cannot help but commit himself completely. this is nonsense. they make me crazy.

#frog rambles #treebark #3lsmp #trafficshipping #martyn inthelittlewood #rendog #renchanting #lifesmp #frog snippets

[kakusu-shipping]

Okay I don’t go here but at this point I gotta ask 

Sasha and Grime are like? A thing? Yeah?

#amphibia #Like??? #I shouldn't use main tag but I just wanna know their ship name at least #I planned on really only making this post AFTER I've watched the show #But I've seen snippets of episodes with them in it in the past and like #He like. Likes her??? Right??? Am I crazy?? #Don't answer that #I also saw that spoiler clip going around of him loosing his fucking arm for her so LIKE #Oh he doesn't have an age listing this is probably something I should tag as like #Proship please interact #Proshippers please interact #and more importaintly proship PLEASE tell me their ship name #Or agree with me??? #I feel like I'm falling down the Kipo/Jamack hole all over again #Teen girls and frogs man what else is there to say #This is the one that gets me killed I haven't even seen the show

[mewgatori]

Another snippet comparison for the page redraw I finished today

#the wand redesign is based off of an older lynn design idea where I passed on a similar looking frog wand #fantasy #magical girls #webcomics #purple pond #pp lynn #comic snippets #lynn porter

[kagender]

AUTISMOOOOO

#i always get in a rambly mood at night man #im hosting a map rn and i have been showcasing snippets of my frog autism to my participants #i wish i could tell them EVERYTHINGGH #but i need to wait for the right time

[hedgehog-moss]

Loved your mentioning of learning poetry by heart: this is something I haven’t done since school! What are some of your favs that you’d suggest to ease my brain back into it?

(Française ici donc les options 🇫🇷 autant que anglais sont welcome :) merci!)

Hi :) You can look at the poem tag of my quote blog if you want—some of the ones I've learnt by heart (or excerpts from them) include this one by Sara Teasdale - Nanao Sakaki - Velimir Khlebnikov - Wallace Stevens - Rabindranath Tagore - Archibald Macleish - Howard Nemerov - and these paragraphs by Henri Peña-Ruiz which I consider prose poetry... My favourite French verses (from Corneille, Aragon, Anna de Noailles, Hugo, Valéry...) are all alexandrines and I find it to be the easiest type of verse to remember, as the structure is so rigorous and consistent. I sometimes translate English poems into alexandrines (like this one) to make them easier to learn in this more familiar form—I think even after all this time English prosody still feels foreign to me; the patterns of sound and rhythm in French are more deeply embedded in my brain so it can more easily predict what comes next...

Re: easing your brain into it, I guess that depends on your style of learning? For me the best way to learn a text is to spend time with it in written form, be it by translating it, or by writing it down by hand (slowly) and then (sometimes) keeping it for a while in a place where I often stand idle, like taped to my microwave so I re-read it as I wait 1 minute for something to heat up.

One thing I like about learning poems is that it's a costless, always-accessible way to get a sense of personal accomplishment. Beyond that, I've got three categories of poems I like to learn for different reasons—I'll go into some detail in case it can help you figure out what you're after :)

1. Classic poetry, because it's just fun to have little snippets of ancient tragedies or epic Victor Hugo poems living at the back of your mind and accompanying you through your own everyday tragedies—as an overdramatic person who tends to feel devastated or exasperated over tiny stuff, it helps me to take some distance from my feelings. Like if I spill a bucket of manure on my boots and my first reaction is rage and despair and my second thought is a couple of verses by Euripides where Iphigenia bemoans her relentless fate, it's a way to make fun of (and get over) myself.

My grandmother did this a lot, she knew so many poems by heart and often used them ironically. If I went whining to her when I was little she'd recite to me the last few verses of Alfred de Vigny's La Mort du Loup (it sounds better in the original but):

[...] With all your being you must strive To that highest degree of stoic pride [...] Weeping or praying—all this is in vain. You must instead shoulder your long and heavy task In the way that Destiny has seen fit to ask Then suffer and die without complaint.

(Let me tell you, that's just what a five-year-old wants to hear after scratching her knee at the park) But really I admired this treasury of poetry she carried within her, especially as she only went to school until age 14 and came upon most of it thanks to her own curiosity; as well as the way she used it playfully in everyday life, using dramatic classical verse to de-dramatise minor annoyances.

2. Nature poems are great in the opposite way, to magnify minor positive things :) Like seeing a fox and having a few lines by Mary Oliver come to mind, seeing a frog and thinking of that Basho haiku... I recently discovered Jean-Michel Maulpoix and I also love his nature poems, like 'The recovery of blue after a downpour', the way he describes snow melting in the spring, or golden-blue evenings:

[Snow] takes some time to leave, but delicately. She doesn’t insist, hardly persists, never roots… She gives way. No one else dies so merrily With such good humour Unmatched is her disdain for eternity…

L’azur, certains soirs, a des soins de vieil or. Le paysage est une icône. Il semble qu’au soleil couchant, le ciel qui se craquelle se reprenne un instant à croire à son bleu.

3. And then there are the poems that proudly serve no purpose. <3 I mean beyond distilling language in a beautiful way. No deep meaning—or no meaning at all, e.g. surrealist poetry. I learnt this passage from Les Champs magnétiques back in middle school:

La fenêtre creusée dans notre chair s'ouvre sur notre cœur. On y voit un immense lac où viennent se poser à midi des libellules mordorées et odorantes comme des pivoines. Quel est ce grand arbre où les animaux vont se regarder ? Il y a des siècles que nous lui versons à boire. . . Prisonniers des gouttes d'eau, nous ne sommes que des animaux perpétuels. . . Nous ne savons plus rien des astres morts ; nous regardons les visages. . . Quelquefois, le vent nous entoure de ses grandes mains froides et nous attache aux arbres découpés par le soleil.

—and I've often recited it to myself just to enjoy these gratuitously nice sentences that aren't here to deliver information. Like Kay Ryan said, "Poetry makes nothing happen. That's the relief of it." It's a nice break, a way to remember that communicating isn't all language is for; beyond the social dimension there's also an intimate one that relies on our own aesthetic sensitivity. Most of the time we look through language, to access ideas, meanwhile enjoying poetry means looking at language, for a change, appreciating it for itself.

I just realised I'm paraphrasing John Brehm here—in The Poetry of Impermanence he wrote something that can be read as an ode to learning things by heart:

When you read lines that seem especially lit up—that move or intrigue you in some way, or that are simply pleasing or even dazzling—don’t focus on being able to formulate a statement about what they might mean, as if you might be called upon to explain the poem, to yourself or to someone else. Just linger with those poems or passages that resonate with you. . . Rest your mind on them; let them live inside you.

#ask #poetry

[vacantfields]

Silly Time

SO UH i finished it (: teehee

be kind as always as i was just having fun with it!! thank you for the love on the snippet of this... i hope you guys enjoy this silly thing!! Happy new year from me!!

[1,178 words]

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It was another sunny day in the Daycare. Kids were playing and screaming in delight as they ran around.

Sun was sitting with some quieter kids at the small table, where they all drew on some colored paper with crayons. He, too, was drawing along with them. It looked rather comical as he sat there, his legs bent like a frog would sit, and in his hand a tiny crayon as he doodled on the blue piece of paper he had gotten. Sun was enjoying his day until a tiny voice spoke up at the table.

"Uhm... Mister Sun?"

Sun looked up from his drawing, his faceplate doing a silly little spin and his grin soft. 

"Yes, little star Kris?" 

The little girl looked down at the crayon in her tiny hand before speaking again. "I was... Wondering if you knew why Mister Moon calls the nice security guard, who comes here sometimes, for Love."

Sun trained his barely moving expression to remain still, though inside, he was shocked by this new knowledge. "Oh? Moon calls them for Love?" He tried to poke Moon's AI in his headspace, but the other remained quiet. Sun and Moon were able to communicate through their shared headspace, but the other AI moved away from Sun's poking, making him scoff internally.

"Yeah... I was just wondering because my mom and dad call each other that." Little Kris continued before going back to doodling as little kids do when they lose interest in getting an answer.

Which fit Sun fine as his inner workings were reeling, his fans kicking in. Moon had never mentioned that he was hanging out with a night guard, and especially not this one.

Sun could usually peek through Moon's eyes and be present when Moon was in control, but lately, the other AI had closed the connection, and at first, Sun thought maybe Moon just needed alone time, which was, of course, fine! But it seems there were other things at play. 

But Sun couldn't ask Moon about this right now. He was working and busy as he was an excellent daycare attendant. He thought so himself, at least.

--

Luckily for Sun, the kids got picked up earlier today, and he decided that as soon as he had cleaned, he would poke his other half until he responded. 

As Sun swept the floors and cleaned the surfaces, he heard the doors open, and the Security guard came in. The animatronic scattered to the playground to hide as he often did when this guard came around. It was not that he hated this security guard or anything. He and Moon didn't trust any of the adults. But for Moon, that might have changed.

"Hello? Moon?"

Sun was in one of the play castles, quiet as he hid in the small tower, checking his internal clock. It was indeed time for Moon to come out, and Sun could feel the other stir.

The sunny animatronic kept his white eyes on the security guard, hiding behind the castle doorway as he spoke internally. 

"Oh! So now you respond to me." Sun grumbled.

"... I just woke up," Moon mumbled back in reply.

"And?! Moonie, what is this about you calling THIS security guard for 'Love'??!" 

Moon groaned in the headspace. "You said you didn't like them, and I wanted to see them for myself and quickly found out you're being a dumbass."

Sun squawked in their shared space. "ME?? A DUMBASS? Moonie! The adults are not nice to us ever. I mean, you even told me you hate all the night guards and the security guards!"

Sun could feel Moon rolling his eyes. "This one's different. Let me out. They're calling for me still."

"Nuh-uh."

"... What the hell do you mean 'Nuh-uh'??" Moon growled.

"Moon? It's time to do the rounds!" The short guard called out into the empty Daycare, then removed their hat to scratch their head. "Moon? It's okay if you don't want to! Uh..."

Sun kept his eyes trained on the guard from his hiding spot. 

Moon continued. "Sun! Let me out!"

"I can't believe you trust them to do those security rounds with you! They're small! weak!"

Moon scoffed. "They're nice! Now let me out!"

Sun hummed and then replied, "No."

"NO?! SUN!"

The Sunny animatronic then shut the other AI out, dooming Moon to sit back and watch as he moved down from the play castle and over to the security guard. 

"Hi, Friend!" Sun said with a bright smile.

The security guard jumped in surprise and dropped their hat. "oh! Hi Sun!" they stuttered and bent down to pick the hat up. "I was wondering why the lights were still on..." They mumbled to themself.

Sun frowned, and Moon broke through. "You have never been kind to them, you wannabe jester." Sun gaped internally. Oh, how he wished he could punch his other half.

"Well! Sunshine. I got the task of cleaning the Daycare, and it took a bit longer than I thought," Sun said with a smile, but it faltered when he heard Moon's deep chuckle in the back of their shared headspace.

The guard looked at Sun with wide eyes and flushed cheeks. 

Sun then realized he had given the security guard, he had avoided at all costs, a nickname, an endearing one as well. "Oh."

"Uhm... Well, if Moon isn't active, can you tell him to come find me once you're done?" The guard- ["-Sunshine." Moon supplied with a smirk in this tone.] 

Sun groaned lightly, running a hand down his faceplate before smiling at the guard. "Or we could go together?" 

Moon growled in the back of his head. "You cannot take my time! Sun! Go turn off the lights. Now."

Sunshine, the guard, looked shocked; it looked like this was so out of pocket for Sun to suggest. "Oh!... Are you able to leave the Daycare?" They curiously asked.

Sun hummed. "Yes, of course! If Moon can leave, why shouldn't I also be able?" he asked with a spin of his faceplate, causing Sunshine to let out a flustered giggle.

"True... Well, alright, if Moon doesn't mind," They said with a smile. Sun smiled sweetly as he heard Moon complain angrily, wandering around in their headspace. "He doesn't mind at all, Sunshine! It will be good for us to get to know each other!" He held his hand out to them, which they grabbed with a shy smile. 

"Ooooo, when I get you, Sun." Moon hissed quietly in their shared head, to which the sunny side of the animatronic let out a quiet chuckle before looking down at Sunshine and guiding them to the massive doors at the entrance to the Daycare.

The two left the Daycare hand in hand to do security rounds. Maybe Moon was right about this one, Sun thought as he glanced down at the guard as they walked together. 

This time it was different.

Not that Sun ever wanted to give Moon right, but perhaps he could let this guard close to them.

Just this one time.

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[baphymittens]

The sinful pleasure of only nudging his engorged cock against her womanhood is enough to drown his amphibian pupils in delirious adoration, but Demiurge doesn’t waste any time dwelling on the anticipation. Both of his clawed hands curl easily around her delicate wrists as he presses into her with his inhuman length-

The half transformed demon chokes on his next breath, a strained, very frog sounding croak escaping from his throat.

The wet heat of the human's little slit bears down on him, almost like she’s locking him in place with a vice grip. The heat, the squeezing, the friction- it’s too much for him, and he spills his seed much sooner than he anticipated. He whines as he comes undone, dumping rope after rope of hot, sticky semen into his darling. Demiurge rests his sweaty forehead against her shoulder.

He only managed to get the tip in.

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