#sad frogs

[thetoaddaddy]

😫 my muse has woken up sweating and screaming after a nightmare and yours can’t console them

But!

🔁

This got dark real quick. Putting under a read more. Look at the tags for warnings of the content.

Water.

It surrounded him.

He couldn't breathe. It filled his lunges when he gasped, flooding his mouth and filling his nose. His limbs worked tirelessly. Up! Where the fuck was up?! Opening his eyes Jiraiya looked frantically to find his escape.

There is no up. No glittering sun to guide him. No shine of the silver moon to show him the way. It was dark. It was....

It wasn't water.

The metallic taste of blood overwhelmed his taste. He gagged. He thrashed. Shadows float by slowly, limply. The sounds of his panic couldn't be more than a wet muffle.

He was drowning in the blood of his friends. Their bodies floating by. Pale. Lifeless. Cut up, gutted and falling apart. Dead. Dead and he can't save them. Dead and he failed them!

A hand shot forward and wrapped around his throat. What little air he had was stolen. He stared. He was still. The main path of Pain gripping his throat. Unbearable pain as his torso was speared through the back several times. He was bleeding into this ever growing ocean.

They disappeared from his sight. They gripped his body instead. Nails racking at his back. Fingers pulling on his hair. They yanked. Deeper. Never ending. No escaping. They demand he bleed out with him.

"You should have died a long time ago."

Their voices whisper in his ears, echoing in his mind. Their cold lips caressing his ears. They whisper. They scream. They're furious.

"You're the reason we died." "I'll never forgive you."

"Why didn't you just die?" "You're too scared to."

"You don't deserve to live." "You did nothing with your life." “Coward.”

"You deserve nothing." "You're a waste of space."

"No one loves you, sensei. No one ever loved you." "Do something worth while for once." "I hate you."

"Give up." "Die." "Join us." "Bleed with us. Bleed for us." "We'll never let your soul rest."

"We're going to tear you apart." "We're going to devour you."

The sound put banshees to shame.

Jiraiya wasn't even fully aware. He couldn't feel it. He couldn't really hear it. He was sitting up. Back against the corner. His futon abandoned, spotty with blood along with his blanket. His throat burning. Voice a destroyed mockery of what it was. Dry lips parted wide. Was he screaming? He wasn't sure. He didn't hear much beyond the pounding of his heart. Wetness trailed down his cheeks. All of him felt wet.

His wounds are bleeding. Sweat drenched him from head to toe. For the first time in decades he was crying, but he couldn't feel it. His only remaining hand gripping through the sheetrock of the wall for dear life. It took a long time to even see Konan in front of him, her brows furrowed and mouth moving. Her hands on his face as she tried to ground him back in reality.

The adrenaline left his body. And he crumpled. What healing he did the last two months was undone. His body slumps against the corner. Exhaustion washed over him more intense than he's ever felt. Dizzy. Nauseous. Numb.

He wasn't even sure why Konan bothered to save him. He’s all she has… But she deserved better. She’d be better off if he was dead.

His throat didn't work. It felt like sandpaper and nails. His eyes grew heavy. Sight blurs and consciousness slipped. If she knows what's good for her she'll slip her hands around his neck and finish the job. Or let him bleed out. Poke his wounds back open. Tear out his stitches. Break his bones again. He deserves to die. Slow. Painful.

Penance. For all he's done wrong. Kill him. Disgrace his body. Throw a parade to celebrate. Don’t mark his grave. He doesn’t deserve remembrance. Burn his memory from the earth.

He’ll be fine to let them torture him in the afterlife for all suffering he’s caused.

I'm sorry.

For being alive.

For ruining your life.

You should have let me die.

[stormwarnings]

this empty house - a short fic to accompany this au. 

when finduilas rides off to slay a dragon, it is gil-galad who must remain behind and live with the grief.

a shitty edit to go with a not fantastic fic but ya know any words i can get out rn are good lmao

[thetoaddaddy]

"Lady Tsunade didn't make it. I'll spare you the details but it was bad, and there's not a lot even she could have done if she were the doctor. And she worked miracles. The baby is perfectly healthy. You are the father to a baby girl. She's been set up in a room and we are going to monitor her over night just to be ok the safe side considering how birth went, but she is perfectly fine. You can see her as soon as you're ready."

Those first words was all he really heard. The feeling was familiar. He felt this way when hearing of Minato’s death. The shaky weakness in his knees. The dizziness. His brain becoming a fog. He sinks down back into the seats of the waiting room before he fainted or threw up. It’s surreal… it’s truly horrible. Too horrible to even fully comprehend.

His head falls and his hair hides most of his face. But the heavy large tear drops that splat against the floor was clear enough to what he was feeling. He couldn’t even enjoy having a daughter right now. He lost the love of his life. His soulmate. He’s alone again.

“Just… leave me alone.” He weakly requests.

[thetoaddaddy]

After years and years Jiraiya and Tsunade get married, and within a year, they are expecting a baby! She's pregnant!

Things go wrong suddenly. And she has to be taken in for an emergency c section. Jiraiya is left behind due to the urgency.

After a painful and terrifying amount of time. An assistant nurse is sent to tell him news. "Um...Master Jiraiya...do you want the good or bad first?"

“By your face I’m either a widowed father or not one at all… don’t cushion it.” He said flatly, lacking much for any kind of expression other than exhausted. He isn’t stupid. The procedure has gone on longer than standard. Something went wrong and it didn’t go right.

He didn’t want to deal with the anticipation of the answer hanging in the air.

[thetoaddaddy]

🌧️Share something angsty from your WIP.

Currently writing a fic that goes more in depth in Jiraiya’s younger years. This includes how hard he self destructs in response to grief. I haven’t written that part yet so I can only relay what I wanna write.

One thing they gloss over is how he was after Orochimaru had gone. Like directly after. Guilt ridden and feeling responsible for not seeing what was going on he takes it out on himself. He copes terribly. Drinking, confrontational, and a little destructive. Due to the nature of the fic he has a significant other at the time and tries to push her away. It’s a whole mess.

[thetoaddaddy]

Disorders and emotional themes

Disorders: This is just a me hc but Jiraiya has form of ocd. Not the extreme cleaning type. More so the routine and ownership of things type. He doesn’t like it when something breaks the routine as he likes the sense of control. Like brushing his hair in the morning. If its disrupted he’ll think about it all day. Owns things like pens and small notebooks in sets of three. Needless to say his pack is quite heavy to accommodate the things he feels he must pack. He also got a smidge of food aggression. He will stab your hand if you try to steal a fry off his plate. You know he loves you if he shares food with you… doesn’t apply to kids he’ll always try to give a hungry kid something.

Emotional themes: Jiraiya is depressed but it manifests in a way people don’t see. He acts out doing unacceptable things like spying on women and is keen to get caught. In a way it’s punishment but not to a degree he wants. He hates having a reputation in a positive light, gaining a title of lord for his work in the military. He doesn’t want or like praise. Honestly he would prefer being a social pariah, someone everyone hates and scorns. He sees it as deserved. After what he sees as fucking up so many times he craves some kind of just punishment.

[kanyeweth]

#rip-sad-frogs-district?

Earlier today, the Sad Frogs District NFT collection was removed from OpenSea’s marketplace. In lieu of an extended eulogy (which is probably unnecessary), let’s take a look at what happened here. 

Sad Frogs District is one member of the horde of generative NFT art collections that have been released in the wake of projects like Bored Ape Yacht Club, Gutter Cat Gang, and The Wicked Craniums. 

SFD’s launch checked all the boxes for us: a functional and well-made website, a (relatively) smooth minting process, an active community, and art that is — dare I say it — kind of endearing: 7,000 algorithmically generated Pepe-esque frogs with a cyberpunk vibe.

So what went down? Cash grab rug pull lol fuck you? Disappearing dev team? 

Neither. The collection seems to have been taken down by OpenSea itself in response to a DMCA claim from Matt Furie, creator of the 2005 comic Boy’s Club (AKA the creator of Pepe the Frog). That cartoon frog’s rise in popularity and subsequent adoption as a symbol of hate — which was truly unfortunate but neither here nor there in regard to this post — prompted Furie to launch a flurry of copyright claims on the character’s likeness being used.

As of right now, it looks like the SFD team is working its way through the issue: 

The team has already sent on over the counter DMCA to OpenSea, please be patient with us while we await a response. If you have any questions, please join our discord linked in our bio and we will assist your questions as best we can. #FreeSadFrogs — SadFrogsD on Twitter

In the NFT realm, it’s easy to be insulated and forget about the rules and institutions that run the real world. There’s a real sense that you’re operating within a whole ‘nother world technologically (which may be true), financially (which won’t be true for long), and legally (which isn’t true at all). 

OpenSea’s status as the space’s premier trading platform has, in the wake of today’s action, led to questions about the decentralization of the NFT space in general. If they need (or feel the need) to bend to the whim of any DMCA claim or legal action (leaving Sad Frog holders to trade on lesser-known and lower-prestige exchanges), are we really operating in a decentralized environment?

No. Of course not. 

Is that good or bad? Depends on who you ask. 

Way back when, a core feature (philosophy?) of the crypto/NFT space was that trading was largely unmolested by pesky exchange commissions, legislative assemblies, and so on. There’s something wild and romantic about that, but it is fundamentally incompatible with reality. We both think copyright is important and we don’t think artists should get ripped off. Is that what happened here, though? That’s not for us to decide.

Crypto and NFTs boomed in 2021 largely because so-called n00bs entered the space and brought lots of money with them. Every next mainstream media piece about NFTs (the New York Times wrote about Pudgy Penguins for god’s sake), will bring more in, and then more, and then more still. It would be foolish to assume regulation isn’t far behind. 

OpenSea is a business, and makes money when people buy and sell things. It doesn’t care about centralized vs. decentralized, it cares about money. As such, you can argue that it is in OpenSea’s best interests to be the Wild West and just as easily argue that there’s more money to be made by being as “legitimate” as possible.

— rrn pitched most of the game here, and hotel closed it out