#potato fics

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

A thing I just thought about while in my mildly sleep deprived state but

Do any of Janae's students just wonder why an eight year old is teaching them? Like. None of them just go "our professor is what?" when they first hear about them?

Do some of them think that this is just one big prank held by the uni? Do they respect Janae as a teacher? Do they make fun of them? Are any of them just tired enough that they don't even question the fact that their prof. is 8? Probably!

[potatoqueenpal]

It's hereeeee!

Well Part 1 is of Chapter 2 is mainly because I had so many thoughts and ideas that I had to cut parts out so if wasn't just a "Fuck Colm all my homes hate Colm" ramble.

Part should be out in about...a week or so? I don't want to burn myself out before this story is done!

So without futher ado!

Wilted Roses Chapter 2.

This is Pre-Gabe death and how I think he and Sweetheart would interact.

I love you! Have a good read!

OH WAIT WAIT I ALMOST FORGOT.

Yall oma say this upfront. Sweetheart will be the described in the way I see them. And referred too with she/her pronouns.

This is just the way I view them, if you wish to imagine them in any other way, be my guest.

(Because someone out there will be like, "b-but but, Sweetheart isn't ____" THEY ARE TO ME.)

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*slam*

Gabe sighed as the house rattled from the slam. The coffee on the table slightly sloshing over the "World's best Dad" mug and onto the table. Adding a new stain to the coffee table that used to be tan... or ...maybe white? He really couldn't tell anymore. But it was a sign as any to get off his ass and talk to the angry stealth who was currently ranting to the walls and pacing a hole in his rug.

'So...' Gabe trailed off as he looked up at the furious stealth. Glaring at her cup of tea like it insulted her lineage.

'How did your meeting go with THE Colm Greer, kiddo?'

Sweetheart scoffed and rolled her green eyes, 'Oh, Swimmingly. I'm honored to have met a man, who compares every success he has to mine. Or talks like he's gods greatest gift! Just the best experience!'

Sweetheart's words were dripped in sarcasm as she gestured frantically, a braid from her meat bun landing and resting persistently against her face as she grabbed the mug and chugged the tea. 'I always dreamed of meeting my partners parents, and I dreamed of meeting Colm but he's such a...uh...'

'Jerk?' Gabes asked, raising an eyebrow as he smirked.

'Yes!' Sweetheart confirmed before pausing. 'Can Alphas say that about their pack?"

'Eh.' Gabe shrugged and took a swig off his tea. His messy brown hair sticking to him from the heat as his green eyes stared at Kiara from over the rim of the mug.

'I mean it lovingly' Gabe answered as he continued to sio the tea before setting it down.

'But enough about him, How's Mi Mi?'

Sweetheart snickered. ' "Mi Mi?" Please tell me you're joking'

'Dead serious. Tell you what, I'll get you some more tea and a baby book of Milo from Marie, and we'll laugh about it together.'

Sweetheart nodded and slid her cup over as Gabe grabbed it before heading to the kitchen. Today was gonna be fun.

(The though that Gabe and Sweetheart met before his death haunts me at night and I had to get some fluff from it)

[mini-minish]

🤍 so i read my first zukka fic in all the 19 years i've been in this fandom!! it's the moon spirit sokka fic and it slaps go read it ->

[anniilaugh]

”There was cute, like Carrot or Chopper, and then there was cute like a certified killing machine snuggling three babies at once.

Sanji had never in his life wished so hard for a snail, he needed a picture of this more than he had ever needed a picture of anything before. ”

Me: ME! I’LL BE THE SNAIL FOR YOU!🐌✏️📸

Fanart of Thirty Thousand (& Three) Nautical Miles by @brunetta6blog & Springtime4Persephone 💚

[acowardinmordor]

I only had Steve repeating his senior year because I wanted the kids to know Eddie already, but thinking about it? This messes Steve up so so much more. He obviously met Robin, who asked a few pointed questions that made him go oh. about his life and his identity.

He’s back for another year in high school because of post concussion symptoms. His parents are probably pissed. He’s trying to rebuild his own sense of self without defining it with popularity, but he’s stuck in the place where he was the most popular before. And is now one of those loser super seniors.

Enter Eddie, who had been on Steve’s radar as a vague awareness of maybe-attraction in previous years. And the guy is protecting his kids. Encouraging them. He’s also as close to Out as he can be in Hawkins. He knows who he is. He’s unapologetic and doesn’t let trends define him. He’s who he wants to be. Of course there’s hearteyes.

But Steve isn’t comfortable with himself enough to talk to him directly. Hence the letters.

And maybe at first he wasn’t even sure that Eddie liked getting them. Or was even reading them. Probably wrote about how he was anonymous because he didn’t think Eddie would actually like him if he knew. It’s been a theme from the start, and it was probably the first thing that Eddie talked about when he could finally write back.

Eddie totally said that anyone who wrote letters like that, who was that kind and clever and generous and funny, would always be someone Eddie liked. Loved. That it wouldn’t matter if X was ugly, that it wouldn’t even matter if X was a girl. That Eddie would still want to know them.

And that’s when you have those insults. When Steve was finally finally brave enough to be around Eddie. To come to Hellfire. Because Eddie had promised in the letters to teach X how to play, that he’d be so so patient because X told him that he probably wasn’t smart enough to play.

Eddie has to betray everything he’s said.

And it is specifically because Steve Harrington is anathema to Eddie.

Proof that who Steve wants to be, tries to be, is wanted, but who he is in real life, not on paper, isn’t good enough.

(Yes, Robin had to be hugged into submission to keep her from slashing Eddie’s tires)

But, tag writer whose user name I can’t recall, Steve didn’t write his last letter in the car. He dropped off the boys, went home, and wrote something longer at first. He tried to find a way to explain to Eddie that he’s trying. That he wants to be a better person who Eddie would be happy to discover is X. He writes it, and he doesn’t believe that it will ever happen. That he can ever be better.

Anyway, Steve totally gets Vecna’d in this AU, and Eddie is one of the focal points.

[starrforge]

Short fic below!

“We never have to do anything you don’t wish, little one,” Halsin says, hand cradling her jaw with the same tenderness with which he speaks. “I am content to have you in the ways in which you are comfortable enough to give. But I would be a fool to pretend that I don’t want you, and a liar to tell you that I have never thought of it.”

“I want to kiss you. Well, I want you to kiss me,” Adhara says, echoing her own words that found them here. She watches as a smile tugs the corner of his mouth with a loving affection and he leans closer until she can taste him in the air between them. “Please.”

Hazel eyes hold her own before he presses his lips to the corner of her mouth, giving her pause to change her mind as he tests the boundaries. Instead, she tilts his jaw with a guiding hand, bringing his lips to hers. It’s chaste, the press of a warm kiss against her lips and the soft hitch of breath before he breaks away.

“Like that?” he asks, barely a breath away, lips grazing hers as he speaks.

“Like that,” she nods.

There’s little hesitation this time, a strong arm curving around her waist and fingers slipping behind her head as he kisses her again, stealing the breath from her lungs with the growing passion on his tongue. It’s heady and intoxicating, held in his embrace with the taste of him on her lips.

“I have waited so long for this,” he murmurs between kisses, following her lead as her lips part and the kiss deepens. 

Written by cxndyfloss_jpg @ Twitter!

[glamourscat]

FLOWERS? ISAGI YOICHI X READER

the bastard münchen vs pxg match HAS FINALLY ENDED. A lil (late Valentine’s) childhood bestie! x Isagi fic because I love him so much

Pathetic.

That’s how Isagi felt; truly and utterly pathetically in love.

It was foolish of him, really, falling for his childhood best friend. The one person who knew him better than anyone else, the one constant in his life. And yet, he had fallen anyway.

He had known you since before you could even string proper sentences together, back when the biggest problem in your tiny world was who got to play with the fluffy teddy bear. He had been there for every phase of your life, just as you had been for his.

The bad haircuts, the breakouts, the braces. The cringe stylistic choices that made you both groan whenever old pictures resurfaced. The triumphs and failures, the reckless dreams and harsh realities. Every best and worst moment you had been by each other’s side.

And because of that, maybe he should have realized sooner.

Your parents, his parents, had always teased. “You two will end up together eventually.” A statement so casual, so inevitable in their wise eyes. Maybe that was why he held back for so long. Maybe it was out of sheer defiance, or maybe it was the terrifying truth that you already saw him. Every flaw, every insecurity, every crack in his carefully built walls.

And yet, you still chose to stay.

To love someone who truly sees you, all of you, and still stays by your side? That scared the shit out of him.

But Blue Lock is over now. He felt like he had aged thirty years in that soccer prison, but it had been worth it. Because now, he was here. Walking freely through the streets with the weight of his dream in his hands. He was part of Japan’s World Cup team.

And you, his best friend, his everything, would be by his side, not just as his anchor but also as the team’s manager.

Isagi exhaled slowly, running a hand through his hair as he stared at the selection of flowers before him.

He had faced some of the greatest strikers in the world. Outwitted geniuses on the field. Fought, struggled, won.

And yet, confessing to you on Valentine’s Day? Felt like the biggest challenge he had to yet face.

“Roses are too much, right?” he mumbled under his breath, shifting his weight from foot to foot as he stared at the bouquets like they were an opposing team’s defensive lineup. Puzzle pieces hardly connecting in his brain. “I mean… yeah, they literally scream romance, but isn’t that kind of obvious? Too predictable? Shit.”

The old lady behind the counter glanced at him, unimpressed. She had seen countless lovesick fools in this exact position before, hell, today alone and Isagi fell right into that category.

Tulips? Too plain. Sunflowers? You might think he was calling you bright and cheerful, which—yeah, fair, but what if you took it as a joke? Lilies? What do lilies even mean?!

“You need help?” the florist finally asked, raising an eyebrow.

“No,” he admitted immediately. “I mean—yes? No. I’m just trying to figure out what flowers match a card that I, uh, may or may not have rewritten six times… as a valentines gift. Which turned out fine! I think. Maybe. Hopefully.”

The florist hummed, giving him a long, knowing look before glancing at the selection in front of her. “Alright, what kind of message are we going for here? Romantic? Sweet? ‘I’ve been in love with you since childhood and only just realized it because I’m a dumbass’?”

Isagi choked. “Why would you say it like that?!”

She gave him the flattest stare of his life. “Because that’s exactly what’s happening.”

He groaned, running a hand down his face. “Okay, yeah, fair point.”

The florist smirked before plucking a bouquet from the display. “Here. Go with these. A mix of daisies, lavender and forget-me-nots. It says you care, but you’re not coming on too strong. Subtle romance, but meaningful. Perfect for an idiot in denial.”

He took the bouquet, staring at it like it held the secrets of the universe. “Huh. Yeah. This… this actually works. How did you—”

“Experience, kid. Now go before you start overthinking again.”

Isagi nodded, clutching the flowers like they were the winning ball in a match. Alright. Flowers? Check. Card? Done—well, kind of. Cake? As good as it was gonna get.

Now, he just had to actually go back home and give them to you.

…Oh, shit.

This was really happening.

This might actually kill him.

He is pretty sure his heart is beating faster than the last goal he scored while playing for bastard münchen. He feels like throwing up. Was this normal? Probably not. But despite everything he wants you to know. He needs you to know that at the end of the day, pathetic or not, Isagi Yoichi is in love with you. And it was damn time he did something about it.

But for his luck, as he walked out of the flower shop, he almost crashed into someone.

“I am so—“ before he could even get the words out his soul almost came out of his body.

YOU. Out of everyone, you. In front of him. With a bouquet of flowers too. Wait, FLOWERS? Who— you…. Did— who gave you those?

“Yoichi” you say, words coming out slightly higher pitched than intended, trying to act normal, but you’re pretty sure the panicked expression you were trying to fight off with a smile came off more as you were constipated, more than anything else.

“Y/n” he says, seemingly unaware of your mental state, thankfully? Or maybe you should be worried that he was so oblivious to it.

“ Are you g—“

“Who— gave you those?” He said so quickly, not even allowing you to finish your sentence.

Your eyes fall to the flowers in your arms, if your cheeks weren’t red before, you’re pretty sure they are now.

“Who gave you those?” you say, nodding to the flowers he had in his arms. Trying to change the subject.

“I asked first.”

“I asked second”

A moment of silence before you two burst out laughing from the strange moment.

“Alright— alright. On the count of three? Together?” You says amused

One. Two. Three.

“I got them from you” you two say in unison.

AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH.

That’s what his brain was screaming. He probably looked like an absolute moron, standing there with a confused expression and jaw open as he looked at you. Huh? Him? YOU GOT FLOWERS FOR HIM— AKCKEPWLCNGIVVIFNRNWPW.

“You— eh?”

That was it. That was all his brain could come up with. World-class striker, future ace of Japan, but the second you said you got flowers for him? Immediate system failure.

You smiled, shy but warm, the edges of your expression softening in that way that was playful yet so beautiful. It made his heart feel like it was about to spontaneously combust. “Yeah, you—is that so weird?”

Yes. No. Maybe. His brain was still rebooting.

“You—you got me flowers?” he repeated, as if the words might make more sense if he said them out loud.

“I mean, yeah,” you said, shifting your weight from foot to foot. The bouquet in your arms crinkled as you fidgeted with the wrapping. “It’s Valentine’s Day, isn’t it? I figured i had to be clear because you’re so dense sometimes.”

“I’m not dense!” he argued immediately.

You raised an eyebrow, unimpressed.

“Okay, fine. Maybe a little dense,” he admitted, scratching the back of his neck. His heartbeat pounded in his ears, drowning out the rest of the world. “But—wait, why did you…?”

The words hung heavy in the air. Why did you get me flowers?

You took a shaky breath. “Because I like you, idiot.”

“I—wait—what?” He blinked, gripping his bouquet tighter like it might hold him upright. “Like… like-like?”

“Damn… and you say you aren’t dense” a small snort left your lips. “Yes, like-like!” you huffed, but your voice trembled a little. “I’ve… kinda liked you for a while. And I figured—if I didn’t say anything today, I’d probably chicken out forever and cry myself to sleep for the next month. Maybe two.”

“You like me,” he repeated dumbly, trying to wrap his head around it.

You tilted your head, exasperated. “Yoichi, please tell me those flowers are for me or am I about to die of embarrassment right now?”

“What? NO—I mean, yes! Yes, I like you too!” The words practically exploded out of him, way louder than he meant to. “I’ve liked you since—God, I don’t even know when. Probably since that stupid teddy bear fight when we were kids.. And—” Lord, he is rambling now. ��And I have made you a card. A beautiful one, I think you will like it. And a cake. Though I burnt it the first time. Maybe the second time too. But, fuck yes, I like you too”

For a second, neither of you said anything. You just stood there, two idiots clutching flowers, blushing like middle schoolers with their first crushes.

Finally, you exhaled, shaking your head as you tried not to laugh. “Wow. We’re really bad at this.”

“Yeah,” he agreed, grinning so wide his cheeks hurt. “But, like… at least we’re bad at it together?”

You rolled your eyes, but the teasing smile tugging at your lips was impossible to hide. “Together, huh?”

“I mean… if you want that. If you want me.” He said, trying not to look more giddy than he already is.

“I wouldn’t be standing here holding flowers and trying to not burst into flames after a confession that I definitely did not rehearse in my head twenty times for you if I didn’t, genius.”

In a rush of courage, Isagi moved closer and wrapped his arms around you, bouquets squished in between your guys’ chests. You smelled like warmth and home.

“Can I—uh,” he pulled back just enough to meet your gaze, “can I kiss you?”

“Yoichi, if you don’t kiss me after all that, I’ll start overthinking and we know—.”

He doesn’t need anything else. His smile shushed you, as his lips finally met yours in a kiss that was a bit messy, yet soft and sweet. You tasted like that tea you like so much. A mix of honey, flowers and sugar that makes him greedy for more. Despite being in the middle of the sidewalk and in retrospect, he will for sure be embarrassed about the pda later.

But that’s a problem for later. Because the realisation that fuck yes, he is finally kissing you, settles in. And for the first time that day, but perhaps in his entire life, his brain went completely and blissfully quiet.

© GLAMOURSCAT (all rights reserved. do not share, modify, translate and re-upload my work outside of tumblr)

[daeyumi]

painting in the depths

more self insert x canon 🩵

[losersimonriley]

Soap: I love you like tattie scones (affectionate)

Ghost: the fuck did you just say to me

[tobibius]

rolling my sleeves up. making memes for my own fic

if you want. 'before the first light' can be found at your local ao3 at a big discount of free forever. bonus confused oscar for your enjoyment:

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

Guess who spent like 5 minutes looking at the thumbnails of all of their plays because I was bored

ANYWAYS, here are my observations

Plays 1-13 do not have the name of the play in the thumbnail. It starts on play 14, caravan, and stops in the two plays immediately after (15 and 16). After these two though, all plays have their names in the thumbnail

14 is the first instance of a play's thumbnail having a different background than the one in the original scene

13 is the only play to have "Fully Improvised Play" twice. One on top in a light blue and on the bottom like normal

15 and 16 use a different font for the thumbnail

16 has the black bg behind it (because of white on white) and is also not where the numbers usually are (it's slightly lifted from there, if that makes sense?)

17 returns to the original font

20's has the red rectangle on the bottom slightly larger than the others, leading to the number being higher than it usually is. The number is also bigger than normal. Also has a little correction for the title of the play because both leftenmost and lefternmost aren't words

Rectangle is back to normal size, number is still larger than normal

22 is the last instance of the number being noticably larger than usual. Peter is above the red rectangle (my literal reaction to this is "HE BROKE THE FOURTH WALL!!!")

23 doesn't have the title of the play in the thumbnail. Instead, it has "Give us a TITLE".

25 is the first instance of the play's title having a different color than white (13 and 23 do not count because it's not the play title)

The spacing of "Fully Improvised Play" is different in 28. This is also the first instance of the play's title having a different font than usual (after plays 14, 17-19. After those three plays, the font has stayed the same. Even those three plays aren't consistent with the font). The number is ever so slightly larger and lower than usual

29 is where the "Fully Improvised Play" is replaced with "Improvised Play #__". Doesn't have the usual underlined play title

30's "Improvised Play #__" has a shadow

Font changes in 32

34 uses two different fonts. Start of where they don't underline the play's title

36-38 all use different font

38 is he only instance of ALL of the play's title being a different color, unlike 25 only having the EVIL part be red

[potatoqueenpal]

Wilted Roses chapter 2 will be out this Friday with some Sweetheart and Gabe interaction (and Colm getting a hard reality check from Gabe. Does he change you ask? AHAHAHAHA!)

(No.)

In the meantime PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE READ THE FIRST CHAPTER AND TELL ME WHAT YOU THINK PLEEEEASE.

[thisisbeefjerky]

🚨 🚨 FOX MULDER DOES NOT OWN OR HAVE A BED IN HIS APARTMENT 🚨 🚨

[acowardinmordor]

You know our beloved Steve Goes to Eddie to Check if He's Actually Bi trope? Usually post S2? What if the next step was Eddie refusing to play along bc he assumes its a trick or setup, so he says he's straight and acts offended and disgusted. Quotes everything that's been hurled his way to make it believable. And Steve is hurt by it, but he still needs to know this about himself, so he makes a more dangerous choice, and gets himself outed and kicked out a few weeks before graduation. Maybe a little beaten up for his troubles, and when Eddie sees him, his first thought is that Steve tried that game on someone else and got what he deserved. Then he hears the gossip, and refuses to believe it. It has to be bullshit, ironic payback for someone trying to setup a gay guy. Because there is no way someone vulnerable came to him, came out to him, thought that he was safe with him, and Eddie abandoned them.

[lulublack90]

Prompt 5 - Train

@jegulus-microfic December 5, Word count 141

Previous part First part

“James, James, James, Prongs, oi, Prongs, James Fleamont Potter, pay attention to me!” Sirius threw a roast potato at James’s head, interrupting his train of thought as he caught Regulus’s eye again. 

“Sorry, what?” He asked, brushing the remnants of the roast potato out of his hair. 

“I said, do you fancy a trip to Hogsmeade tonight? I’m thinking Rosmerta might be missing me, and Moony’s out of chocolate frogs again.”

“Hey, you ate half of them,” Remus glowered over his third helping of dinner. 

“Yeah, alright then,” James agreed, hoping the fresh air would clear his mind enough that he stopped thinking about those dazzling silver eyes. 

He chanced a final glance at Regulus as they got up to leave. His stomach did a little flip as Regulus looked up at the same time he did and didn’t look away. 

Next part

[nightmareonpeachstreet]

Sorry excuse me mr. Arlecchino u did what??

Somewhere in Hoyo HQ there is a secret 23 minute long cutscene they made of Arlecchino and Furina making out and then Arlecchino gets down on one knee and proposes I am 100% convinced of this

The developers know, they ship it and they have beeN READING THE FUCKIN FANFICTIONS