if i filet here... if i just filet here

HELLO YESSS <<<3333 ANON THIS IS LITERALLY VERY TRUE AND BEAUTIFUL TO ME..... you are always capturing the heart of what i like abt solbin fr fr. like theyre just so domestic and well worn in their routines... so comfortable with each other that like. we could be having this conversation while eating bad take out on the couch, or with you cockwarming my dick. doesnt matter, as long as i get to hang out with with my best pal and talk about the good ol launchpad days. who cares if the the sex is completely medicore, the sex isnt the point, the point is i just like spending time with you.

(id in alt)

@sideblogdotjpeg is a damn blessing to have in this fandom and in our tags.

So if we could all post/ reblog with a doodle of the frog for him as thanks I think that would be neat. I’ll start

@sideblogdotjpeg have one (1) frog.

Here's my addition! (A smidge more angsty, and moody)

@sideblogdotjpeg is a damn blessing to have in this fandom and in our tags.

So if we could all post/ reblog with a doodle of the frog for him as thanks I think that would be neat. I’ll start

WHAT IF BEING IN A ‘HERD’/FAMILY IS INSTINCTUAL FOR BULLYWUGS

AND LITTLE SOL WAS LEFT ALONE AT THE WATERPARK FEELING LIKE SOMETHING WAS WRONG AND THR OTHER KIDS WOUKD NEVER LET HIM JOIN THEIR GROUP OR WERE TOO AGGRESSIVE SO HE HAD TO STAY ALONE TO SURVIVE BUT SOMETHING FELT HORRIBLE WRING ABOUT THE NECESSARY SOLIDARITY

Chapters: 1/1 Fandom: Not Another D&D Podcast (Podcast) Rating: Explicit Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply Relationships: Swag Daniels/Hardwon Surefoot Characters: Hardwon Surefoot, Swag Daniels Additional Tags: Campaign 03: ba2mia (Not Another D&D Podcast), Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence, Porn Without Plot, Rimming, Pegging, Fingering, Non-Human Genitalia, Light Angst, Emotional Repression, Implied Moonshine Cybin/Hardwon Surefoot Word Count: 6,422

Hardwon keeps the hood of his cloak up as he approaches the downstairs bar of Le Lantern. Not only because he wouldn’t normally be caught dead in such a bougie-ass upper plate establishment—but because he’s here for a reason, and making a scene would not be conducive to his goal.

Sitting on a barstool, casually sipping at a glass of wine, is a middle-aged bullywug with glorious slicked-back hair. He’s chatting with the robot bartender—or, rather, chatting at the robot bartender, which simply clicks and beeps until given an actionable command. This doesn’t seem to deter the bullywug much, though. At least, he doesn’t let anything show behind his pearly-white smile.

Hardwon takes a deep breath, then sidles up to the bar, taking the empty stool next to the bullywug.