Froggishdemeanor - Blog Posts

Finally done with it! It's not a very high-quality doodle, but I'm happy with it. It has what it needs and it does its job. Besides - now I have a nice little self-portrait

So yeah, all the flags fitted onto all the sillies:

Kyrié is genderqueer and aromantic (but NOT asexual, probs multisexual)

The smoke™ (a.k.a. Magister(?) Kour) is xenogender, occasionally leaning more towards agender

And their creator is agender and pan...ish?

Anyways, HAPPY PRIDE Y'ALL!

(also, on a sidenote - the entire outfit of Froggish (me) is heavily based on my real life wardrobe :3)

Little pride month celebration W. I. P.

Also known as: FROGGISH face reveal! :D

Gonna add my silly billies next to their whimsical and definitely not scrawny creator, all with their flags :3

Little pride month celebration W. I. P.

Also known as: FROGGISH face reveal! :D

Gonna add my silly billies next to their whimsical and definitely not scrawny creator, all with their flags :3

There's a ponderous knock at the door, followed by two smaller touches along the grain of the wood. It's muffled, but there's a fond-sounding mumble about "cedarwood" before the door creaks open. "Hello, Magister? I was told to just come in, but I thought I'd at least knock..." They seem to trail off, like they've forgotten the rest of their thought. Taking a small breath, they refocus on the scene in front of them. "I was...also told that you're well traveled, and might be able to help me track down the origins of a plant I was studying. It appeared rather suddenly in my study with some lingering dimensional energy." - magister-verdant

(magister Kyrié)

The sweet scent of smoke and cedarwood immediately fills their lungs. Kyrié peeks out from the arch that leads to their kitchen.

"Ah, good evening, good evening! I'm glad you were able to find my humble abode. Come in, make yourself at home! Unless, of course, you're planning to take me to the source of your worries. I'll ring you some tea if you so wish." Kyrié smiles broadly, the corners of their eyes crinkling, as they offer a small bow of their head in greeting. They then approach and close their door quickly, before facing the guest again. Their voice is even and slightly gravelly, which isn't surprising, given their age.

"I'm quite flattered that it is I whom you decided to turn to with your... Predicament, chère. I may not be the crème de la crème among dimension travelers but I'll be happy to offer a helping hand. Should I end up not being helpful - fret not, I'll redirect you to someone who probably knows way more than even I do about all things interdimensional. Nonetheless!" The Magister chirps rather gleefully, strolling over to one of their many bookcases.

"First and foremost, I can tell you that only a few dimensions are unstable enough for flora or fauna to traverse the dimensional barrier. Could you describe the plant to me, perhaps? Better yet- its energy?"

Froggish here! This is not an in-character post whatsoever, Válkyrie has nothing to do with the sin their author committed. However I, the author of this very account, feel the need to share the following:

I present to you...

🐸 Cyran.

all hail frog Cyran... Cyrog? Frogran? Cyribbit?

Some comment about a frog coming home in the Merlinverse inspired me, and... Well, I did this.

I do not regret a single bit of it.