#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)

[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 💚

[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 ->

[zephyrchama]

🎁🥔

Beelzebub and Mammon made their presence very well known when they entered the living room, with heads held high and chests puffed out proudly. They were a little sweaty and disheveled but strangely upbeat. Beelzebub was clearly concealing something behind his back. Mammon had his nose pointed so far up, it was almost a challenge to the Avatar of Pride's moniker.

You looked up from the couch and asked, "What's up, guys?" Feeling for all the world like a kindergarten teacher about to play a game with their students.

"We got you something," Beelzebub said with a pleasant smile. It was almost entirely drowned out by Mammon's loud boasting.

"You won't believe what I found. You're 'bout to be real grateful, so get our praise ready."

They plopped down into seats on either side of you, Beelzebub careful not to jostle the mystery in his hand.

It wasn't every day they made a big deal out of giving you something. Normally, they'd just do it. Your interest was piqued. "What is it?"

They smirked at each other. Both demons wanted to drag out the suspense, but were also too impatient to wait much longer. Still in their school uniforms, they probably rushed straight home as soon as they procured their present. After grinning for several prolonged seconds in self-satisfaction, Mammon snapped his fingers dramatically. "Show 'em, Beel!"

Beelzebub placed the gift in your lap as if it were made of the finest glass.

It was a potato.

"A human world potato," Beelzebub explained, as if there was any doubt.

"Ya don't see this in the Devildom everyday. We thought you'd like a human treat every once 'n a while."

It was green and wrinkly, with multiple spuds sprouting out the top. It looked like somebody had dropped it behind a shelf and found it months later through smell alone. It was impossible to discern if it had been washed recently or if, at this point, the slimy and moist texture was just this tuber's natural state of existence.

Two sets of eyes filled with anticipation were locked on to your face, scrutinizing its every move. They were waiting for their shower of praise. You forced an awkward smile and laughed with strained excitement. "A potato! Wow, thanks guys!"

"What are you gonna make with it?" Beelzebub was eager to know.

"I'm not sure." You gazed at the gift. You kind of wanted to fling it off your legs before your skin started crawling. Though, you couldn't insult the brothers after their hard work. It was time to start lying through your teeth. "I'm so touched. Really. That you went and got... this potato for me. I kind of want to keep it as a memento!"

Mammon waved his hand to dismiss your idea. "Nah, don't hold back! I paid a pretty hefty sum to get a hold a' this, y'know."

Your heartstrings twinged with guilt. To avoid stirring Beelzebub and his endless stomach, Mammon leaned over towards your ear. "Fry it, bake it, boil it. It's all yours," he whispered. "'Long as you're happy, yeah?"

You were not happy. Every day with these demons brought a fresh source of stress. At least you were never dull.

"Solomon once said that green vegetables are good for humans," Beelzebub revealed.

You twirled your head around so fast that you accidentally bumped Mammon in the nose and asked, "You actually took food advice from Solomon?"

"Only after Belphie confirmed it," he clarified. So they did do their research.

While that was usually true, this was an incredibly unfortunate exception. You could not bring yourself to consume the sad green potato. You needed a new idea.

"Can human plants be cultivated in the Devildom? I want to plant this, and then we'll have more potatoes we can all share." The wet sensation on your leg only grew more unpleasant and you wanted to get rid of it as soon as possible. "Let's go plant it out back and see."

The siblings began talking over one again again, saying, "My human's got a heart of gold" and "I'd like that" while squeezing you with bear hugs from either size. It jostled the potato and you feared it would start leaking more.

"Let's go, let's go!" you ushered, eager to give this old vegetable a proper burial. You could vaguely hear Mammon brag to his younger brother, "I told you this was a great idea, they're gonna be thankin' us for weeks," as you raced towards the doorway.

[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!

[acowardinmordor]

Hey. What if Chrissy was cursed, but she doesn’t go to Eddie to ask for ket, she goes to ask for carboprost. And maybe she doesn’t call it that by name, and maybe she doesn’t outright say that she can’t stay pregnant because it would mean that she’d have to marry Jason, but that doesn’t matter. Because in this version, Eddie is the child of an accidental pregnancy, and his mom and dad got married, and it destroyed his mom. So fuck that noise.

Normally, he’d have the meds on hand, and would offer to drive her out of town to a clinic. He happens to be out, and Chrissy is terrified (because Vecna is making it all so much worse) so Eddie changes something.

He offers to drive Dustin home, and has Chrissy with him. Dustin thinks this is hella weird, but Eddie says that he needs to talk to Claudia. Dustin still demands answers, but the kid knows that his mom is a nurse, and it has to be important to happen at 11 on a Friday. Chrissy stays in the car with her favorite music playing to help her calm down, while Eddie has a quick, awkward conversation with Claudia. She thinks Eddie got his girlfriend pregnant and gives him a look about it. She didn’t think that situation was a possible problem for Eddie tbh.

Claudia doesn’t have a random bag of abortion meds with her - that would be insane - but she works the next day, and can get Chrissy in quickly and quietly. Before opening.

Eddie goes back out to the van with the news, planning to ignore Dustin’s questions the entire way, and then leave. Thus. Dustin is with Eddie when Chrissy pauses the tape to listen. Thus. Dustin sees her cursed, and he’s a little shit, but he is always right. Cranks the music back up, manages, with Eddie’s help, to snap her out of it.

Dustin runs inside to grab his walkie, shout to his mom he’s having a sleepover, and starts the fight 16 hours early.

—-

Hot potato if you want it

[losersimonriley]

Soap: I love you like tattie scones (affectionate)

Ghost: the fuck did you just say to me

[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

[gods-perfect-idiots]

something something blood-soaked hands cradling your face something something

anyway here's the post btw

[chartzan]

"You didn't say bye"

Hi! I'm back from the dead again! Aand it's another drawing thingie for LIAB (by the incredibly talented @ssreeder) apparently that's the only thing atm that pushes me to draw at all.

Okay so I cannot think about this scene without wanting to cry. and it's the first one I wanted to make a drawing of but I got so intimidated so I went for a few others first and came back to it now.

I'm still not happy with how it looks :') but also Idk how to continue, I tried to clean it up and it only got worse.

So I'm dropping this here in it's sketchy state and maybe I'll even give this scene another go in the future cuz it's perfect ♥

[practicedvmm13fullofpotatoes]

Been thinking about Lefternmost again and uh.

So, Sally and Egburt both remember that they fucked eachother (Luke 100% planned out the divorce arc before doing a full u-turn near the end), meaning Mrs. Xavier kind of just. Planted that memory in both of their minds (because he couldn't have had a talk with her beforehand methinks?). We see Mrs. Xavier remove the memory from Sally's, but does she ever remove it from Egburt's? Because that divorce arc was kind of just. Forgotten after she removed it from Sally's. Does Egburt still believe this memory to be fact? Did Mrs. Xavier remove it from his mind afterwards? Did she just tell him "oh, yeah, no, that didn't actually happen, dw"??

also, do they still feel like something major happened between them despite the memory being removed from their brains??

ALSO, Mrs. Xavier removed the memory and put it into her's because "it's good". I uhm. Don't know what that implies about her but it's not good. She finds the memory of her own child fucking her son-in-law to be "good". What the fuck, madam?????

[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 🚨 🚨

[anistarrose]

"I am going to create an alternate universe" - fanfic writers 🤝 sissel ghost trick

[eqt-95]

untitled supercorp excerpt

It was a clever plan. It was so clever Lena was about to pat herself on the back.

Until the cursed wheelie chair whirred across the grated floor and brought the last thing she wanted to see on this or any other depraved planet back into view.

“What are you doing?” Kara asked.

“Going out,” she replied stiffly, adjusting her bag and checking that her scarf was tucked securely into her neckline. She’d only finally extracted the last grains from her last sand-ezvous, and she was not keen to revisit that experience.

“Uh, no you aren’t,” Kara said flatly. It put Lena’s teeth on edge.

“Funny,” Lena began, rounding on the blonde now towering over her by four annoying inches, “I don’t take orders from Supergirl.” “They weren’t orders,” Kara huffed, her arms crossed and stepping between Lena and freedom. Well, sort-of-freedom.

“Then get out of my way.”

“I wouldn’t expect someone so good at holding grudges to be so forgetful,” Kara replied far too smugly.

“I'm fully functioning in that department, thanks.”

“Oh, so then you didn’t forget the Goobs lurking around every corner.”

“Hardly. Now please-”

“We should wait until the next cycle. Until I can go out-”

“That’s eight days away, and in case you bothered to notice, we’ve got just enough amorphous gray goop to last two.”

“Then I’ll go" Kara said, all cheeto-puffed out chest and heroic vibrato. "Solo.”

Lena scowled. “You are incompetent and powerless.”

“Not if you radio the instructions to me.”

“How do you expect me to instruct you to do something I haven’t even seen?”

“I’ll… I can describe it to you.”

“You may have won a Pulitzer, but don’t be so misguided to think it had anything to do with your vivid imagery, Supergirl.”

Kara flinched, her chest deflated, and Lena felt emboldened.

“I’ll take my chances,” Lena said, pushing past Kara. “I’m not risking another setback.”

“Lena-”

“What?” Lena snarled, fingers gripping her sunglasses with a threatening creak.

“Let me.”

“Why?” Lena asked, swinging to face Kara.

“B-because,” Kara stammered.

“Because? That’s why?” Lena scoffed haughtily. “Because, because, because,” she continued, a mocking tone, “Ambiguity is no different than deceit, Supergirl. What is it this time, hm? Can’t trust a Luthor? Can’t risk me sabotaging your heroic return? Can’t-

A chair flying, glass shattering, and a symphony of clanging metal-on-metal interrupted her.

“What the fuck Ka-”

“Because I can’t fix you!” Kara shouted.

Lena blinked, her corporate demeanor stunned by the shards of glass glittering the floor and the seething anger coming from the powerless Kryptonian in front of her. The wheelie chair spun uselessly as a final stack of scrolls tumbled to the ground and spilled across the floor.

“Excuse me?”

“I can’t… You’re not,” Kara began, looking perplexed, disoriented - scared? It did nothing but feed the inferno of loathing Lena felt. “You’re not a gadget or some gizmo or… you’re not me. You can’t be fixed with a sun or a-a lamp. If you get hurt - you could get hurt.”

"You'd get your wish then," Lena replied icily before pushing open the door and stepping into swirling winds of dust and red haze.