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Kicking my feet rn cuz I just got a burst of motivation

Working on new designs for the whole Frog House :>

JUST REALIZING I NEVER SHOWED MY ORIGINAL MATT, PUFFER AND DROID DESIGNS DID I-

Welll not officially at least, ik I put Matt and Puffer in those index card drawings but wow I forgot to actually post them on their own

Oops

Yall

I have done it

I've drawn them all >:D

Here's some closeups for the individual boys:

I love this so much

More art coming soon!

Coming Soon...

Frog Dad Matt

Soooo

First whole fic is completed

SOOOOOO here's a sneak peek before I post it in a few days!

In the weeks that followed the US lockdown, Smitty and Matt began to worry.

A lot.

As anyone would when almost all of their friends were stuck in a place filled with a deadly virus. A virus that reanimates people into mindless monsters—zombies, rather—with no known cure: only a hindrance.

Within the first weeks of the outbreak, vaccines were issued out to the US’ adjacent counties. All the while, the military in all three areas prepared for search and rescue teams to go and bring people out of the lockdown zone.

All Smitty and Matt would have to do was get their vaccines and wait for their friends to come to them.

Easy plan, right?

But a virus doesn’t just stay in one stage for all its life. It evolves. It changes and with no cure or remedy in the country, it grows stronger. And that's just what it did. Infecting people faster. Making it impossible to get to many places.

So after a few weeks, the government announced that there would be a set number of evacuations. Only four.

Once every month, soldiers would go in squads trying to secure some parts of the states. They would give themselves six days total to get everybody they could and return to their designated countries.

Four chances for everybody who could get out to get out.

During this graceless period between every trip, full of paranoia and sleepless waiting, Smitty and Matt spent more and more time together. Smitty had come to expect it now—his friend’s sporadic intrusions to his house. Stress takes a toll on anyone and, though Matt didn’t always show it, he needed a friend to ground him as much as Smitty did.

But this specific visit, Smitty was counting on. He hoped for it.

He sat on his couch, refreshing the Twitch page over and over on his television.

In a normal, non-infected world, one or two refreshes would soon bring up a stream of one of his friends, usually Puffer. And just tuning in to watch a few minutes of it would quell the noise in Smitty’s head.

But there surely wasn’t any internet in the US. Puffer wasn’t streaming today, he probably wasn’t even near a computer. Nor was John, Grizzy, Pezzy, Droid, and the rest of the boys.

He couldn’t contact any of them.

And not being able to contact John in particular worried him the most.

The last person he had called was John. Or rather, the last person that called him. John was panicked, his house surrounded, and decided to call Smitty in what may have been his final moments.

He doesn’t know what happened to John after that, only remembering the sound of glass breaking and something, possibly someone, tumbling to the floor.

Smitty had faith in his other friends—Pezzy, Puffer, Droid and Grizzy. They at least all lived together, so they could protect one another.

But John lived alone.

So Smitty, as much as he wanted to believe in John, had his doubts.

And on the Reunion days—the days after every refugee had been cured and looked over, and the people were free to come and see them—all his anxiety would boil over. His mind would flood with what-ifs and why-nots in the event that he found nobody.

What if none of them made it? What if John didn’t make it?

What if they couldn't evacuate more people?

To the point where after just one of those visits, he had a breakdown on the car ride home, and Matt decided it was best if he didn’t come with anymore.

So Matt went alone, and Smitty would stay at home waiting for him.

Like he was doing now. Festering in his own worry, til his buddy finally came through the door.

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And that's all you get for now! I'll make another post when the first chapter is actually posted, but I hope this was an okay start!

Since I've addressed I have a Frouse Apocalypse AU, I thought I'd also share their roles:

SMii7Y - sharpshooter

BLARG - explosives expert

KRYOZ - cook

PUFFER - medic

PEZZY - technician

DROID - scout

GRIZZY - muscle

These will overlap off cause, personally, I find it so dumb if everybody in a group only has ONE role, and nobody shares roles. Like what are you gonna do if someone dies or gets hurt??

Anyway lmk if these roles make sense

Second Fic WIP

Totally not using mcr lyrics

Random question

Next fic is up

And to celebrate (cuz ofc this is worth celebrating /j) here's my favorite part of this chapter:

That was one of the first things I wrote for this au believe it or not T-T

A list is forming

Lmk if you guys have other suggestions and ideas for me to add and eventually draw! (I'll give whoever credit for the insp ofc <33)

Frog Dad and his milkbag son market their newest product!

They don't market it peacefully tho...

Closeups of your favorite milky frog:

Saw you were looking for suggestions for Frog Dad so I thought I would give it a swing. I hope that’s alright.

Them all posed up like one of those cheesy family photos. Bonus points for matching outfits.

Puffer hiding in a pond with a Lilly pad on his head.

And IDK why but the idea of frog Grizzy in a bowl of ramen sounds cute.

Hope you’re having a day and cute art.

1/3 in response to this!

I don't have it all done yet but I wanted to update something up here while I had it!

Sorry it's sideways but I made Puffer hiding under a lilypad first

Matt did not find that funny

It's sideways again T-T

But I hope this was good for what you had in mind!