#🥔potato anon🥔

[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Not a take, but I was wondering if the people that follow this blog could tell me what Leif is like, because I don’t know his personality and would like to learn more about him.

🥔

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[boiling-potato]

Your parents must be really amazing farmers

because they've grown some really nice melons-

I beg your finest pardon????

[n0vatsu]

What exactly is mm! Yoake and mm! Tsutsuji? Are they really human? And do they have any special abilities like powers?

Well Yoake is actually human just a very crazy teen who used to be in one of the most messed up cults ever

but for tsutsuji…

LORE TIMMEE

Mm! Tsutsuji was born with elf-like but she wasn’t sure why, before her siblings died, one of her older siblings told her.. “you look just like your mother….” They meant it by her mother also had the same condition

when tsutsuji ran away, yoake was assigned by her mother to find the girl with the condition, according to the cult master aka. Yoake’s mother, beings with elf-like ears cause curses into the world and everyone will receive punishment in the afterlife , but, killing a person once three years with this condition will save the world from this type of punishment but, obviously the cultmaster knew this was fake but the members were unaware and just saw those people as, witches.

when yoake arrived to the last known location she killed their siblings in case one of them was actually the one but.. when yoake heard someone coming she ran off to avoid getting caught

but little did yoake know, she failed, she killed all of those siblings except for the one with the condition.

and then you know from there to there

also..

the elf-like ears is not the only condition when someone with this drowns into too much pity and anger they will snap and kill everyone in their way for the next 25 hours

Also, if you are not sure of mm! Tsutsuji’s backstory, heres the link^^!

Milkshake mansion belongs to @boiling-potato

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

Why don‘t we talk about potato (nonono)? What did it do?

hi curious anon 👋

why don't we talk about them? well, maybe we're just guarding their secret powers or protecting them from being overpraise.

now let us all embrace the irony of my url and have a laugh about it while we appreciate the humble yummy potato 🥔 together!

[wheneclipsefalls]

Okay, here's the storyline for Spider, which has a great deal of angst (stemming from circumstances rather than personal... don't hate me, please)

I swear, it just suddenly came to me (like the usual=.=), if you know me, you know me... no filters but a sudden gasoline of words <( _ _ )>

The plot:

Neteyam survived the battle against the RDA. However, the unfortunate outcome is that in order for him to return to the Sullys, Ronal made a deal with Eywa amidst the peril, resulting in the sacrifice of Neteyam's legs.

However, we are not going to talk about it. Our focus will be on Spider, of his life struggling on Earth after being forcefully sent back.

When the Sullys discovered that Quaritch had survived and could potentially return with the RDA, Jake, not wanting any more harms to his family, forced himself to part ways with Spider, sending him with a fresh group of human allies arriving to aid the Na'vi. Spider was sent back to Earth without knowledge of his future, as Jake, in order to maintain Spider's belief of being abducted, made the difficult decision to render him unconscious before transporting him to a sympathetic scientist returning to Earth for diplomatic discussions.

However, Spider knows it all. He's aware that Neytiri holds resentment towards him, that Jake is feeling let down, that he's disappointed Kiri and Lo'ak, and that he won't be able to care for Tuk anymore. He is acutely aware of all these things because he avoided making eye contact with Neteyam for several days upon waking up and hurriedly left whenever the older brother attempted to engage in conversation.

Neteyam would express empathy to Spider, but unfortunately, that's not the case. Spider's actions have crossed a line that even the boy recognizes. The haunting nightmares of the Tulkun's cries during their massacre, coupled with the deaths of his fellow human kin in the Omatikaya clan, will persistently haunt him, extending beyond the war's conclusion.

So, Spider returned to Earth, the very first place he should have been.

Along with the ashes of his fellow human kin.

Here comes the part:

Quaritch has a daughter who's currently in her early 30s. Her life has been rather peaceful, even though from time to time, the RDA would come and tried to force her to join. But since she has no talent in military and express no sorrow upon hearing Quaritch's death, eventually, the RDA ceased their pursuit of her due to her spirited nature, and that being Latina, she wouldn't hesitate to wield her chancla whenever they tried to approach her.

Reader opens a garage with her closed friends, being a auto-mechanic as well as a street rider, even though the latter is a long past. She is sarcastic, tomboy but feminine as well. She's fluent in English but never talk much, but when she switches to it, it's a clear sign she's pissed off.

So yeah, when Spider was sent to her side, she's very pissed off. More pissed off when she heard Quaritch is still alive. She actually said: Vitam eius servasti! Quod tu es? Sancta Maria an Jesus? (You saved his life!? What are you? Saint Mary or Jesus?), which made Spider flinched and glad he doesn't know anything. The poor boy is too scared at this point.

Before storming out in anger, she instructed her wife to arrange a room for Spider and snapped at her team to get him necessities like clothes and toothbrushes, commenting sharply that he looked worse than kids in the rough parts of town. Despite her harsh words, she actually has a kind heart beneath her biting remarks.

"Get him clothes or whatever old rugs we have around! He looks worse than those rascals back streets! Does no one ever thought feeding him!?" before out for groceries for dinner.

And so, Spider starts to live with reader and her found family. Even though reader didn't talk much to him, he's grateful to her because most of the things he needs is all prepared y reader. He begins to help around the garage, and the team let him do so, because they know it's the only way that helps the kid ground himself. Even though deep down they knew it shouldn't be this way.

Okay... the actual request... AHHHH--

Darling, can you please write a scene where reader comfort Spider during one of his nightmares? Reader decides to check in Spider for no reasons, just want to make sure he's okay. But the moment she stepped into his room, she rushed to him immediately to get him awake when she noticed him trembling and keep on hitting himself, she yelled at Spider while holding both his arms to stop him from hurting himself. Spider tried to open his eyes but couldn't, when he heard a groan, that's when he open his eyes. The first thing he saw is reader's lips bleeding with bruise, the next he noticed is the pieces of glasses in his arms.

Spider get anxious and before reader could hold him, he stepped yelling "dont touch me!" and kneel down crying and apologizing. He keep on repeating "I'm sorry" "I will be good" "Please don't chase me away". This got reader confused for a moment but catch on what Spider means immediately. She ignored the fact the glasses scattered on the floor might hurt her when she pulled Spider into his arms and hug him very protective.

Reader said to Spider in his ears: "No one can't ever chase you away, nor take you away under my eyes. You got me?" "You are my brother, one I chose to seek and care forever." She look into Spider's eyes, "I'm sorry that I ever let you feel this way" "I am a daughter, and a mother. But never a sister."

"Would you give me the chance to be one for you?"

Spider then proceed to hold reader tightly and let out all his worries while reader keeps on running her hands on his back and hairs, telling him it's okay to be foolish because he's never a kid, Spider later proceed to fall asleep when reader's wife came in.

"I know that look."

"What look?"

"Don't play dumb, you know what I mean. I saw that eyes when Lila got her arms cut, when Lucifer almost got killed. You waited for weeks before you haunt Bob, and made yourself his nightmare."

Reader kept silent for a moment, before turning back to look at the woman who's been by her side this long.

"I think it's time for me to join the RDA."

"You know what that--?!"

"Foolish? I know."

"But it gets to me to Pandora. Reckless, but faster. And I swear..."

"The moment I'm off that boat, I'm will blow them up and kill Quaritch."

"Get me a way to Jake Sully. We got business to do."

I promise you, my little brother.

You're more than flesh and bone.

Yep... That's it. Honestly, it scares me when I'm typing in front the computer... AHHHH--

—— Your sincerely,🥔-anon

My love, this is a beautiful idea that you are are already halfway through writing. I think it has some real potential but I don't think I have the current time and bandwidth to carry out a project like this right now. However, I really still believe you should write it! You already have great dialogue and description written, I know you can do it! I love how your brain works. You have such an active imagination that serves you well in creating stories. Let me know if you do end up writing this, I would love to read it😘

[welcome-to-green-hills]

Mystery your hot take isn’t a hot take, it’s a fact.

HAHAHAHAHAHA! Thank you, hon. I just think he’s neat 🥔

[bloodsweatandpotato]

Is it hard being a potato? Are you afraid of being boiled?

Yes. But honestly, I’m more afraid of being mashed 🥺😭 I once had a dream about being mashed. It was horrible. The humans didn’t even serve me with gravy! 😭😭😭

[unsurprisinglyren]

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This must be a lifetime supply of potatoes 🥔 😶

[stararch4ngelqueen]

Heyy! Hope all is well!

Can I request Jason with a Shy! Reader but freaky reader? She prefers not to socialize with others that much BUT WHEN ITS JUST HER AND JASON ALL ALONE??

She’s quite literally snatching the soul from his body (got him seeing stars and the Lazarus pit all over again)

Of course, remember to take care of yourself!

-🥔 anon

This inspired me to do a little something based off a trope. The trope being “well-read girls know how to do it well.” This isn’t completely freaky, but you go for a ride. That’s all that matters.

Not fully smutty, but not sfw by any means.

—

Time Written - 1:16 a.m

You were the epitome of bookshop attendee when he visited a new said corner store one day, wearing cute blue light glasses as you typed away at your computer, nursing a warm latte from the next door cafe.

The prime example of cheesy first time meeting via you unable to reach a book you wanted off what Jason accidentally assumed was a horror shelf category. A unique, interesting read Jason politely snatched for you, taking in your thankful, flustered smile as fingertips brushed against eachother.

One of the most interesting compliments Jason got about his relationship with you had come from Barbara at first, who said he was an incredibly lucky guy to find someone so sweet and good natured.

Dick wasn’t aware Jason even had a girlfriend until Babs brought it up around eight months into the relationship, when you and Jason were certain it was getting quite serious.

He met you twice when coming over into your shared living space, greeting you with simple handshakes and minor conversation, though nothing note worthy. Dick thought you were awkward, plain and simple, cute to look at for sure though.

He didn’t know you were Jason’s type, though he never really put thought to what he looked for in a woman. A why, little bookworm introvert going for Red Hood?

Why didn’t he think of that sooner?

He’d never seen Jason sport such a goofy smile on his face every time he saw the two of you talking together on the side. Whatever made the broody man happy was all that mattered.

You met Bruce Wayne when he insisted Jason brought his mysterious plus one to the approaching gala that very Friday night.

A grand room full of high class people flaunting their wealth wasn’t in your list of experiences you wanted to have, and Jason didn’t blame you. All you could muster was an hour of full face makeup, pretty hair and an expensive dress to meet the main man himself, forming some small, respective conversation before murmuring to Jason that you wanted to leave.

He was glad you asked, he wanted to go home the second the two of you arrived.

Coming home to a quiet, calm environment was always something the two of you looked forward to. Just a safe space where you could be yourselves around one another, caring little for any judgements the universe threw at you.

Jason lounged on the couch back in the respective privacy of your shared apartment, his dress shirt opened a few buttons with his coat draped over the kitchen chair. His disinterested gaze was stuck on the television, mindlessly flipping through channels as he waited for his turn for the shower.

“Last night wasn’t too much for ya, was it?” Jason expressed with concern after he hears the bathroom door open down the short hallway.

“Believe me, old man always wants me to go to those parties. Hate it every damn time.” He turns his head, eyes slightly widening at your approach towards the couch. You were out of that gorgeous dress, your body comfortable in one of his old shirts. You could wear trash bags or a damn potato sack and pull it off like one of those magazine cover models.

With a blush coating those pretty cheeks, your body blocks his view from the television, bare feet softly scooting against soft carpet. Bracing your hands along the couch, you then proceeded to sit yourself ontop of Jason’s lap, nestling your knees along the cushions.

You held a certain giddiness about you as if you’ve drank a few glasses of champagne, though no alcohol touched your lips the entire hour you were at the event.

He emits a soft grunt, his right arm wrapping around your back in order to hold you close. He can’t help but smile up at you, taking in the sweet scent of your body wash and lotion.

“Something you want, pretty girl?” He casually asks, his voice soft and husky with a hint of that playful tone he reserves only for you.

In response, your hands spread out along his chest, trailing down the maroon fabric of his pressed shirt, fiddling with some loose buttons along his collar.

“You know what I want, Jason.”

“Do I?” He asks, cocking his head to the side.

His voice grew a little more teasing now, knowing that look in your eye quite well. He knew what you wanted, but he liked when you vocalized it. He liked that in a woman, knowing exactly what she wants.

“Enlighten me.”

You pout at first, pursing those supple lips before your teasing fingers proceed do undo one of his shirt buttons. Then another, and another.

“What do you want, sweetheart?” He asks again, moving his hand down from the small of your back to your hip, rubbing along the smooth skin.

“You know what I want, Jay,” You insist, proceeding to grow bold enough to shift your hips a bit, slowly rocking once against his lap.

Jason lets out a low noise from the gesture, taking a slow breath through his nose. You had on no shorts underneath your shirt, completely lacking those pretty, lacy panties you had worn under your dress. With the slightest movement, Jason could feel nothing but bare, soft skin, making the warm ache in his lower abdomen grow into a bright burn.

“You’re such a brat,” he mumbles, giving your hip a firm squeeze. “I swear.”

“A brat??” You nearly laugh, bracing both hands on his chest. “That’s meaaan.”

“Oh please,” Jason scoffs, his voice thick with amusement. “Don’t start with that whining, now. It’s not that mean.“

Without any warning, he hoists both of you up from the couch, keeping your legs secured around his waist.

A short surprise laugh left you as you scrabble to cling onto him, maintaining the short distance between the living room couch and the soft, unmade sheets of his bed.

“Why are you being so bratty, huh?” Jason questions after setting you down, catching those tits bounce under your shirt from the impact of your fall. He barely had time to catch sight of your eager little cunt before you purposely fold your legs, focused eyes watching your persistent fingers reach for his belt, eagerly unsecuring the buckle.

“Cause I can be,” You promptly sit up, not bothering to yank the loosened belt out of the loops.

“And you said it yourself. You like it.” You lustfully add, watching his teal eyes flutter closed, hearing the faint crunch of the sheets rustle in your ears as both his hands clutch fistfuls of fabric.

To further emphasize, you unfold your legs, promptly securing them beside his waist, further tempting him on such a sweet, irresistible offer.

Jason groans, tilting his head back a bit as he decides on his limited options. He was tired, wanting to take a hot shower and cuddle his sweetheart to rest.

On the other hand—

“I like a lot of things you do, princess. This just happens to be one of them.” His smile grows with his words as you lean up to kiss along his jaw, having him cradle your chin in between two fingers to properly kiss those rosy lips.

“You remind me of a little gremlin when you’re like this,” he murmurs. “Or just a greedy, spoiled little princess.”

“And you wanna fuck your princess, don’t you?” You tease, kissing him once more to spare a small nibble along his bottom lip, making him groan yet again in defeat.

Yes. He does want you, and you know damn well that you have him where you wanted him. There would be no way that he could say no to you.

And why isn’t he able to say ‘no’ to this girl? He should have a little more self-control than this.

His minor moment of being left speechless proved that, making him roll his eyes.

“You’re really are a little brat,” he laughs quietly, choosing to tease you regardless, looking forward to that quirk in your brow shortly after.

Realistically, if this was any other human being or meta monster of some kind, no way in heaven or hell would he get allow someone to willingly put him on his back. It’s a breach of vulnerability, of submission in his mind.

You weren’t anyone by any means, those soft hands grasping along his broad shoulders, using what strength you had to lean him onto the mattress space beside you, cushioning yourself once more on the gracious seat of his plush thighs once more.

Trust was a huge stability in this scenario, one built upon hours of heartfelt discussions on boundaries and healthy behaviors, sharing what the both of you liked and didn’t.

It was endearing to know he had your full trust to grow more comfortable, encased in each confident kiss you gave him while he reaches up to cradle your head, fingers deeply interlaced in locks of shower damp hair.

Jason’s hands slip up under your shirt as he holds you close, squeezing along your ass before pushing your hips down against himself, firmly rocking up against your sopping core to get a sweet whimper out of you.

His other hand worked under your shirt, squeezing along your tender breasts, pinching your nipples to draw out those eager little whines. A mere ounce of payback for your torturous actions.

“You know you could just ask, right?” He chided with a smirk, proceeding to do the work for you by unbuttoning his pants, hastily pulling the zipper down.

Your hands work to free his eager cock from his boxers, biting your bottom lip in excitement to feel his heavy girth in your palms.

Of course, there’s many chances you would have just been able to ask in this moment and in this position. You knew that.

Your middle finger trailed along the smooth tip, wiping off a fat bead of precum that came close to dripping down the side, bringing it to your mouth to graze it along the tip of your tongue.

“I know.”

Teasing him was just a whole lot more fun.

Raising your hips a bit, you rest yourself over the underside of his cock, rocking yourself back and forth. The sting of blunt nails soon irritated your hips, Jason’s impatience peeking through as he feels himself grow soaked with your juices. The tip bumping deliciously against your throbbing little clit.

He makes the tiniest noise as you take the reins, but it just fuels your desire to ‘ruin’ him even more. Once you had started, there’s not much of a chance he has to stay in control.

Important of all, out of all qualities he adored of you, he thrived on your incredibly sweet mouth, like fresh cherry juice seeping through warm, crystallized sugar crust holding in the compote.

Jason loved the tart bitterness of your sassy nature, your ability to talk back during those start moments where it mattered most.

He couldn’t ask for more, really.

His head cranes back, grunting in delicious euphoria of your wet walls perfectly clenching around his cock after mere minutes of torture, feeling like hours. You’ve never been so wet, needing more prep than this before he could even stuff himself halfway through your walls.

Your body accepted him easier, eagerly taking in every inch as you bounce yourself on his cock, squeezing your own breasts as you moan in complete ecstasy, feeling him kissing your sweet spot each time.

Jason could only marvel and admire the beauty above him, his own chest slowly heaving from the sight. The way your hips moved was like art, your back arching like a flower stalk in the breeze, your lips crying out the sweetest of music.

You were gorgeous, where Jason was impatient. There was little time before his hold on you reinforced, his legs bracing along the mattress before he takes the lead, moaning out himself as he thoroughly fucks the girl that got them into this mess. A constant staccato of clinking from his belt accompanied the relentless pounding of his heavy, full balls against your ass.

The rest of his shirt would be ripped open with broken buttons hanging by severed threads done by impatient hands. Manicured nails scratching across every scar down his chest, inventing new ones after every climax you had, his cum coating your gushy walls white.

His neck would be doused in love bites the size of rose petals, matching similar to the bruises that will show up around your waist come morning.

Jason Todd was incredibly fucking lucky indeed, since the second he unawaringly snatched a rather tasteful romance novel for you at the book store.

[puyostim]

spud from neko atsume w potatoes for an anon. i know i normally use gifs in the center but look at his little lopsided face.

here is a link to a masterpost to support palestinian and sudanese victims.

here is a link to gazafunds and helpgazachildren, who spotlight/distribute to various funds.

here is a link to the palestinian children's relief fund.

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[real-fire-emblem-takes]

Okay I’ve never sent a question in to this blog before, but I used to be a HUGE FE fan (read: Autistic hyperfixation for several years) and I need to admit something. I hate- no, DESPISE Eliwood x Ninian, and that’s not to be taken lightly considering Eliwood was and still is my favorite FE character. I’d ship him with Lyn, Hector, Fiora… just not Ninian. I hate Ninian as a character, and I hate it hate it HATE IT when people say Eliwood x Ninian is canon. (Sidenote: I like Ike x Soren but also have mixed feelings on people calling that absolutely positively canon as well.)

🥔 (Note: If the emoji doesn’t show up, it’s supposed to be a potato.)

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[boiling-potato]

Are you Lucifer? Because you sure are the most beautiful being in hell~

That's,,, a very unique way of complimenting someone, I don't know wether to feel flattered or confused about that but still,,, it made me blush either way ❤️

[n0vatsu]

Now I wanna see mm! Yoake's scythe~ 👀👀

(maybe see some psycho yoake action?? idk, I don't care,,, whatever :^)

YES IK THE ART IS A BIT WEIRD BUT IM TRYING OK?!

anyways here u go:3

I was actually thinking of when yoake tries to kill the visitor but Tsutsuji attempts to stop them, ooo, thatd be good action im gonna mentally note that to myself for that:3

[we-dont-talk-about-potato-nonono]

So, as a potato, what‘s your favorite potato dish?

excellent question, anon!

1. hash brown

2. mashed potato

3. baked potato

[wheneclipsefalls]

OMG!!! Happy, merry graduation BABE><

I'm so fucking proud of you and no words can ever describe that (wow, I never feel so happy for a stranger before?), and I know that you'll definitely try to write something now, but here's what I hope for you instead: Have fun! Get yourself something nice! Eat freaking-licous stuff!

You deserve all of these. You just do.

P.S.: Please try some Malaysian food if you can find, it's from my hometown and it has many diverse cuisine of different cultures. Just wanna share with you🤗🤗

Last but not least... ❤️🩷🧡💛💚💙🩵💜💐��🫂

— 🥔-anon

My potato anon, you are too sweet for words🥰 I'm sending you a big kiss😘

I've been spending time with my family relaxing and having fun here before I move back to my hometown. It's been exactly what I've needed and I feel more like myself again. Today we are even going scuba diving which is one of my favorite things to do in the whole world!😁

Malaysian food you say? My curiosity is definitely peaked! As far as I know I've never had any Malaysian food but now I will try and keep an eye out for it. I'll let you know if I find any places!

You absolute sweetheart, I love you and truly appreciate your support🥰😘😘💌💜💙💚☃️

[peachesofteal]

Immune darling who is experiencing some… interesting side effects of the bite. She’s faster than normal, stronger, has sharper teeth, better hearing.

She finds herself (without really meaning to) sprinting after the deer Simon is about to shoot. Tackling it to the ground and ripping its throat out. I mean there’s no reason to waste bullets if they don’t have to.

Sometimes Jonny and Simon wake in a panic because she’s not between them, only to look over at the river and see her knee deep grabbing fish with her bare hands. She looks over at them with the wriggling fish and just smiles the sharpest biggest smile ever.

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I love you potato anon but this was all I could think of:💀