#potato writes

[potato-on-your-head]

Debris rained from the sky, mangled remains of the invading spaceship falling to earth.

The flashing red portal narrowed. The nose of the hulking ship cleaved cleanly off, slamming into the ground with a thunderous boom.

Silence fell.

Lois stood next to Jimmy, waiting with bated breath for something – anything – that would indicate Clark was alive.

A lull. Nothing. And then the clouds parted as a triangular object sailed downward and dug itself into the ground, carving a jagged path through the open field.

Lois’s eyes roved across the impact point. The dust began to clear. She spotted Clark lying in the center of the crater.

Her gut clenched. There was no way he could have survived that. Could he?

Lois felt her feet carry her, drifting and dreamlike, out of the rows of corn and into a clearing with a better vantage point.

Clark was bloodied, bruised, broken. His battered body lay prone, turned on his side with his limbs splayed out in front of him.

He wasn’t moving.

And then, from the left, she saw it.

Her father.

Pointing a gun.

Right at Clark.

She bolted.

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#my adventures with superman #clois #maws clois #fanfiction: maws #fanfic: maws #fic: maws #potato writes #MY FIRST TIME POSTING ON AO3 I FINALLY DID IT #first time posting work publicly since my neopets days #I've been writing plenty these past two decades but just have not put it anywhere #TODAY THAT CHANGES!!!! #gun mention #shielding your boyfriend from getting shot is something that can actually be so personal #I'm really proud of this I had so much fun writing it #definitely have reread it approximately 87 times

[potatowrites]

Welcome to my sideblog for my fanfics!

This blog is exclusively for my Legend of Zelda fanfics, AUs, and related rambles.

My main blog is @bakedpotatoes0000!

I will be filling this pinned post with updates as I go along, so keep up with it if you wish!

I will also share a link to my Ao3 fics as soon as I can get some fics written down!

But do know that hate/any kind of rudeness is not tolerated here. I write for myself, nobody else. I don't owe anybody anything, and if something I write makes you uncomfortable, please leave.

#potato talks #potato writes #pinned post

[dead-potato-monster]

omniscient reader

i started reading this, as a webtoon around the beginning or middle of 2021 [it was initially published as a webnovel in 2018] and i stopped mid 2022ish? at the time when i initially started to read this, i don’t think i quite understood the complexity and beauty of it as i do now. even though i did deeply enjoy the webtoon, it didn’t have quite the emotional impact on me as it does now.  i recently started reading it again and i feel much more for it now. be it due to life experiences or because i’ve emotional matured or crumbled down somehow, this novel kind of makes me want to be better. not just because of the protagonist but he sure does play an important part in it much like the other characters. even the young characters, especially the young ones that many times in the real world are considered so insignificant, play such an important part in creating the world this story is situated in. anyways, since it has been a while since ive read the story from its beginning, i may be nonsensically rambling and not exactly presenting the most eye opening or precisely accurate information on it... but truly, since the first time i read it to now, i’ve deeply enjoyed this story. something in me wants to buy the original set of webnovels and read all of them because my brain cant handle waiting years for the webtoon to complete.  i’m down the omniscient reader rabbit-hole again, and hopefully i can make time for myself this time to see it through to the end and not leave it halfway.

#omniscient reader #Potato talks #Potato writes #felt kinda weird writing this because i havent written in a hot minute #also i dont think anyone is going to see this #i dont post enough #i love kim dokja #no one gets me like he does #please excuse the lack of grammar #and punctuation

[paranormal-potatoes]

WAIT LMAO I JUST REMEMBERED I STOPPED PLAYING JACK AND THE SKY KINGDOM HALFWAY TO START WRITING FANFIC FOR IT

GUESS WHAT ONE OF THE FIRST LINES IN THE DOC IS. ONE OF THE FIRST THING JOHN SAYS TO JACK.

im not cropping this so take the whole page

#potato talks #potato writes #potato talks fic #ch: john gray #fic: sky kingdom

[potatothots]

Halp

this potato needs halp. Can someone help with formatting? I.e. the best way to make a masterlist, make posts look nice, etc?

#potato writes

[x-i-l-verify]

Something that I've noticed ever since the Smiling Critters were introduced is that they can so easily be paired off into complementary duos, ones that are specifically designed to teach children fundamental lessons about life and self-care from two different angles. It's really interesting to me.

Like obviously you have Dogday and Catnap, with their sun/moon, dog/cat dichotomy, that stress how important it is to have fun and get things done during the day, but also that it's important to wind down, relax, and get a good night's sleep.

-

Bubba Bubbaphant and Craftycorn were introduced as a duo in the Smiling Critter show's intro, and their dichotomy is quite obvious. They are basically the right and left sides of the brain personified. Bubba is the left side of the brain, logical, analytical, focused on math and science. Craftycorn is the right side of the brain, creative and imaginative, focused on the arts and self-expression. They represent learning and academia in all its forms, the different ways people engage with and understand the world.

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Hoppy Hopscotch and Kickin' Chicken form the sportsmanship duo. They are both portrayed as enjoying sports and the outdoors, but in different ways that highlight the different ways sports can be played and enjoyed and also what it entails to be successful at them. Hoppy Hopscotch may be loud and impatient, but she is also a team player, shown in her willingness to slow down her fast pace to make sure none of her friends are left behind. Kickin' Chicken, on the other hand, is laid-back, relaxed, and chill, the described "cool kid" of the group, but he's also described as having a ton of perseverance, more of a "slow and steady wins the race" type of person.

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This leaves Bobby Bearhug and Picky Piggy as the last pair. Fittingly, these two are all about how to meet the fundamental needs of yourself and others. Bobby teaches children how to nourish themselves emotionally through showing and receiving care from others, while Picky teaches them how good food is important to nourish the body and soul. Depriving oneself of either of these things only makes oneself and therefore everyone around one miserable, because those fundamental needs are no longer being met.

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Like fr, this is some pretty genius marketing right here. You have enough characters that every kid will have their favorite, but not so many that any would get lost in the shuffle, because the lessons each one of them would teach would be integral to the group as a whole. It really makes me that much sadder we saw basically nothing of the Smiling Critters during the game itself, because Mob Games struck gold with this concept, only to ultimately do nothing with it. :/

But I guess that's what fandom is for, eh?

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #smiling critters #dogday #catnap #picky piggy #kickin chicken #hoppy hopscotch #bobby bearhug #craftycorn #bubba bubbaphant #xi writes #tbh that 'slow and steady wins the race' comment makes me really wish Kickin' Chicken was a turtle instead #just to drive home that parallel even further #ngl i've been thinking about making this post for ages but i finally got off my butt and did it #me holding the Smiling Critters like Marge Simpson holding a potato: I just think they're neat! #it'd be a shame if the game company that came up with them never DID anything with them HUH MOB GAMES? #mob games don't walk away from me #MOB GAMES GET BACK HERE I HAVE THOUGHTS-

[pokimoko]

haunting the narrative -> haunted by the narrative -> haunting the narrative -> haunted by

#adventure time #fionna and cake #simon petrikov #betty grof #petrigrof #fan art #fanart #art #digital art #my art #just a lil something something i did for fun #adventure time has always been the show that makes me want to draw (i have SO many AT drawings from 2015 it's ridiculous) #but now I'm coming back to that ye olde passion with new digital art skills and many more evil tragic thoughts (thank you fionna and cake🙏) #i couldn't get the thought about them haunting and be haunted by the narrative out of my head so I had to make some art for it #the caption for this was almost: so who wears the haunted by the narrative in the relationship? #they take turns of course because damn these guys really do be having that tragic romance huh. hot potato cursed existence #never quite on the same wavelength. always out of reach. their love the very thing that dooms them to be apart. a love defined by absences #like two ships in the night passing each other by. except they keep trying to seek the other out. and so end up going in circles #the tragic dance of madness and sadness. lead on and i shall follow. ....so anyway...these two amiright? #/might/ have to write something at some point...maybe... #because like... ghosts are my thing. and these two...well. even when they aren't haunting the narrative they are still ghosts #never let themselves live in the present and okay I'm going to stop now. enjoy the art byeeeee #...AND they'll never be at peace because they'll always be reaching for a version of each other that no longer exists and— #(i am dragged kicking and screaming from the room before i can devolve into a full blown meta)

[superbeans89]

#shitpost #writeblr #writing memes #i just think they're neat #Marge potatoes meme #marge simpson #the simpsons

[lazylittledragon]

it’s october which means it’s finally SOUP SEASON!!!!!

#ramble #food #it’s potato and i made it up so i don’t have the recipe to link but i can write it down #soup is the best way to use potatoes that are about to go bad #or any vegetable really #also ft. my second whipped coffee of the day

[starchaserwrites]

@jegulus-microfic / february 17: soup / word count: 428

When the first symptoms of a cold start to kick in while he's at work, Regulus knows he's fucked. Sore throat, chills and fatigue begin to attack relentlessly. Still, being used to taking care of himself in this kind of situation, he doesn't feel it necessary to cause a fuss by telling someone or leaving work early. It's a big mistake, because when James sees him come home at 6:30 p.m., pale, sweaty and burning with fever, he rushes to help him into the flat.

"Baby, what happened?" he asks in a worried tone.

"I think I caught a cold."

Without asking any more questions, James quickly carries him bridal style into the bedroom and gently lays him down on the bed and then helps him into his pyjamas. They've been living together for almost four months now, so it takes the older man a couple of minutes to find the thermometer considering they've never needed it before, but when he finally finds it and it reads 39°C it's enough for his boyfriend to forbid him to get out of bed, not that he's planning on disobeying.

Half an hour later when Regulus is dozing off after having taken a paracetamol and having 5 slices of potato on his forehead and temples (the ancient secret of Hispanic mothers for fever according to James), his boyfriend re-enters the room leaving something on the bedside table.

"Mi amor, you need to eat something, I made some soup for you," is what he says as he gently strokes his cheek. 

Regulus opens his eyes slowly, thankful that James only left the lamp light on, and settles into a half-sitting position on the bed. The thing is, when the older man sets the tray with the bowl of soup in front of him, Regulus feels his eyes water.

“Te amo”, it's written on the edge of the bowl with the letters of the alphabet soup, and it might seem like a ridiculous thing to cry about, but he's never had someone care for him so lovingly before, even though he probably looks like shit right now.

"Can I kiss you?" asks the love of his life.

"But you can get infected too." 

James just shrugs his shoulders and gives him several soft kisses on his lips and cheeks causing a smile to break through his tears.

"Now eat, yes? You need to do it to get better."

Maybe being sick isn't so bad.

A few days later James also catches a cold and Regulus nurses the shit out of him.

#i have no idea what the science behind the potatoes is #but i swear they work #jegulus #regulus black #james potter #james x regulus #starchaser #sunseeker #jegulus microfic #marauders #the marauders #microfic #len writes

[profoundmakerdreamerss-blog]

Tomarry AU time travel but with a twist

— where Tom and Harry are best friends but Harry ends up falling for Tom — and Tom? He rejects him. Because Tom isn't ready. Because he thinks relationships are a waste of time — and believes what he and Harry has is better. And, Harry? Though hurt, accepts his answer. Though there is some residual awkwardness — they go back to being friends.

But— now, Tom is more aware of Harry. Now, that he knows Harry is okay with having a romantic relationship with him, he starts noticing things that he hasn't before. He starts thinking about Harry more than he did before (which basically means he thought about him every second now, back then it was one thought per ten seconds but anyways—) and having realizations about himself that he has been ignoring before due to always thinking about the future. After all he is a busy man with a grand plan — he was just too busy to have time for something mundane like introspection, am I right?

Unfortunately, though before Tom could do something about his emotions derailing his plans — Harry dies. For him. To save him

Tom being Tom, through his all consuming grief and regrets — breaks time conventions to save Harry and ends up travelling back on the day Harry came to Hogwarts. And as Tom tries to make amends for his mistakes by trying to befriend Harry, who is the new transfer student earlier than before, he realizes how strange Harry used to be.

How he would act skittish around Tom or glare at him with so much hatred that would make him stumble. Because Harry never did that, or did he? That didn't matter though, because Tom would win him over anyways — because he is the one whom Harry loves loved. So, he is one who would end up winning him anyways — not Black or Longbottom for that matter.

So this au is basically time travelling harry and time travelling tom but both of them from different points of time, trying to do their best — trying to save the world (for Tom, it's Harry and is that my way of implying Harry was his world? Yes.)

#time travelling tomarry #both of them bring time traveller #being* #but with a twist LMAOOOOO #so basically Harry's trying to save the world #while being dumbfounded because why js baby Voldemort being SO NICE WITH HIM #to him* #what does he want with #Harry #what did harry do lmao #while Tom writing down in his diary of how Harry glared at him only 12 times and ran away from him only 5 times today #and that means theyre making a progress 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #my god #misunderstandings #so MANY OF THEM #and drama #tomarry #harrymort #tom riddle #harry potter #oh yes Tom breaks Harry's past self's heart and then he dies 😭😭 #my poor baby #but dw tom will make it better for harry #maybe harry will even get his memories back after they destroy the whole fucking timeline and slams it back together #into a pile of mashed potatoe

[cuubism]

some canon-verse trans Hob for the lovely @five-and-dimes who recently got top surgery! 🥳🥰 congratulations, I'm truly so happy for you, my friend. please accept this humble offering

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“So, it actually started on a dare,” Hob says, on the day he tells Dream the story of him. Or of this part of him, anyway.

Normally, Hob gets a bit guarded the first time he tells someone he’s trans. It’s hard to predict with absolute certainty how people will react, especially ones he’s just become romantically involved with. He’s had it go poorly, to say the least, in the past.

He doesn’t feel that way with Dream. It’s not because there’s so much trust between them—they’re still new, after all. No, it’s something about Dream himself. For all his prickly and standoffish nature, being close to him feels like sinking into a warm lake, into a dark sleep where secrets and hidden wishes float up like glowing reeds to the surface. Deep, personal feelings feel safe with Dream; he cradles them in his hands and soothes them. Or that’s how it feels, when Hob is touching him.

Personification of dreams, indeed.

“A dare?” Dream echoes.

“Sort of," Hob says. "Got frustrated with people saying women should or shouldn’t do this or that or the other thing, so I decided if they felt so strongly about it I’d just be a man. Moved somewhere no one knew me, dressed differently, got stronger, practiced the sword—and that was that. No one seemed to care much, once you were at war. So long as you could swing a sword and not get yourself killed.”

“A choice, then,” Dream says. He’s listening very intently, hands folded on his knees, untouched tea on the coffee table before him.

“At first. Was only after I’d been living that way for a few decades—before and after we met—that I realized while there might be a handful of women out there living as men for the freedom of it, that they didn’t all like it. Given the choice they’d rather just be women in a more equal world. You know?”

Dream hums in understanding.

“But I didn’t want to go back,” Hob continues. “I felt like... who I'd become was the truth of me all along.”

“Identity, while not wholly immutable, is resilient against adversity and circumstance,” says Dream. “You found what your heart wanted you to be, if in a circuitous manner.”

“You seem very unbothered by it,” Hob observes, sipping his tea.

Dream frowns. “Why would I be bothered by it?”

“Dunno.” Apparently he can’t fully shake that this’ll put a wedge in us feeling. “People sometimes are. Feel deceived, or something like that. So they say.”

“If they are deceived, it is by their own assumptions,” Dream says, with disdain. “You should be as you dream yourself, Hob. No more nor less. Put aside these petty physical trappings.”

“I do actually have to live in these ‘physical trappings’ even if you don’t, you silly thing.” He can’t help laughing. “Besides, I rather like being some kind of living creature in the world, rather than what? A ghost? Best I can do is make this body as close to how it should be as possible.”

Hob’s come to like his body, for the most part, in the form that he’s made it. He didn’t always. But he needs a body of some kind to be alive, and he likes being alive. So what he couldn’t change, he made peace with.

Besides, they have hormone treatments nowadays. Brilliant stuff. Makes it so much better.

“Anyway, now you know. I wanted you to. Since we’re together.” It’s still a marvel. Together.

“Thank you,” says Dream, with evident sincerity. “It is a privilege to be gifted your secrets.”

“Not really a secret, but I get what you mean.” He takes Dream’s hand, just to touch him, and admits, “Telling it to you is like… I don’t know. Feels like when I was younger and first admitted out loud, ‘I’m a man. I want to stay like this.’”

It hasn’t been a proper secret in a very long time. But giving it to Dream is like the freedom of releasing a held breath, even so.

“I am the harbor and cradle of dreams,” Dream says in reply. He traces his fingers over Hob’s. Does Dream’s strange form just spring from the ether? Hob wonders. Or does he have to choose it? The way Hob chose his? “Dreams of being and becoming… these are most precious for they grow from tough soil. I can only protect them, I cannot create them. You must do that. And I expect that were I to find you in the Dreaming, there would be a fantastic garden there, indeed.”

Dream himself is the most fantastical thing. “Well, darling, just know your work is appreciated.”

Dream’s lips tip up in a tiny smile. When he meets Hob’s gaze again, his eyes have gone dark and starry. He folds Hob into a hug, and—

oh, it’s like being hugged by the universe itself.

Hob feels the light breeze of a warm dark night, when he’d lain by the dying fire in a war camp in the French countryside, and looked up at a million stars and first whispered to himself what if this is really who I am? Dream is that breeze and those stars. The dying embers that had lit him as he’d run his hands over his body and felt it differently than he ever had before, and been terrified because what would it mean?—but also thrilled and alive. Dream is the night wrapping around him in that moment, the night that was listening to his dreams no matter how quietly he admitted them, Dream is that and more and the voice in his heart telling him it would be okay.

A younger, more uncertain Hob would have needed this. Hob now is older, and he already knows who he is and what he wants, but he falls into Dream’s embrace all the same. A tear slips from his eye, and Dream kisses his cheek, wiping the tear away with his tongue before leaning their heads together.

“I could craft you any body you wanted in the Dreaming,” he says lowly. “However I think the one you have made with your own hands is more remarkable.”

Oh, God, he’s going to tear up again. “Dream, you are the most beautiful, wonderful thing.”

Dream hums in pleasure at the words, and lets Hob hold him close, lets him cradle his head to his chest, a dream kept close to his heart. One that he knew as soon as he saw it walk into the White Horse. Sooner even than he truly knew himself.

Then Dream looks up at him with a hopeful expression. “With these truths revealed, are we able to be intimate?”

Hob laughs so hard he has to tip his head back against the couch. “Wow. One track mind with you, isn’t it? I spill my heart and that’s what I get?”

Dream grumbles, tucking his face in against Hob’s neck to press his lips to Hob’s throat. “I find myself impatient of late.”

“Knew all along you were only with me for my body.” He’s grinning, though. Can’t stop.

“Well. Considering it is such a lovely one.” He plucks at Hob’s shirt buttons. Lecherous little nightmare.

It feels fucking good, though, to be desired.

“C’mere, then,” he says, and drags Dream into his lap.

Dream settles there with a purr, starts playing with Hob’s hair, but says, “I would not truly derail this moment, nor distract from your feelings if you do not wish it.”

“Oh, I wish it. You’ve no idea how much I want you right now. You’re like a prize.” He cradles Dream’s beloved face between his hands. “Stick around for long enough and you’ll get the most incredible Dream at the end of it.”

“Or at the beginning,” Dream says, and Hob’s heart swells so much to hear him voice that that he has to kiss him.

When he does, Dream makes a low, pleased sound, settling deeper in his lap. Yes, this moment, this life, is certainly the prize for all of those years hanging onto those dreams:

the dream of his lover

and the one of himself.

#1389 hob: while you were busy with the gender binary i studied the blade #trans hob #dreamling #my writing #i think after this hob gets to ask his burning questions about how gender works for the endless and dream is just like [meme of marge #simpson holding a potato but it says 'trans and nonbinary people (except desire)'] 'i just think they're neat. #unrelatedly i did have to choose my gender--' and hob's just like 😐......... #[dream a known king of self awareness] #this is like sending someone a casserole when they get home from the hospital except the casserole is gay fanfic XD #a different kind of sustenance... #hope it's okay!! 🥺

[da-birb-writes-sometimes]

OMG I’m so excited for this!!! Can I request Vil with the prompt rainy nights?? Can it be fluffy and romantic? Anyway I hope you have a wonderful day!! :)

Rainy Nights; Vil Schoenheit

Content; Fluff, gender-neutral reader, established romantic relationship

Content Warning; Reader cries because of a movie, death (movie)

Word Count; 700+

Author's Note; I had a vision; watching old movies with Vil as the rain came down. I had a lot of fun writing this, and this is also my first solo Vil piece, so I hope I did him justice here.

As a reminder, do not put my work — or others for that matter — into AI as it steals. Link to Masterlist

You were rummaging around the TV console, going through the numerous DVDs and VHS tapes that were just sitting around and collecting dust. Tonight was your night for movie night, as yesterday was Vil’s, so you were weighing your options. Sure, there were streaming services, but there’s just something that hits differently with a physical copy, flaws and all. Plus it’s not like you could go out since it was raining like no tomorrow outside. So, movie night.

“Having any luck,” Vil gently called from the washroom, still doing his nightly routine.

Your eyes still scoured the various cases, trying to find the perfect one. “Not yet. Just give me a minute, m’kay?”

Vil gave you a hum as an answer, leaving you be.

Horror movie? No, he wouldn’t like that. Mystery? Too predictable… And then you found what looked like the most faded cases, colour worn away from age and a hand going back time and time again. That one.

Pulling it out, you dusted off the case, inspecting the title. Of the smudged-out words, you could make out The, some kind of smudged-out word, Blossom. It looked like a black-and-white movie, and on the front were the protagonists with their backs together, flower petals surrounding them, and a dagger above them. This, this is perfect.

Vil came out of the washroom, wearing his matching royal purple pyjamas and house robe, and glowing from the various skin products that he used. He looked curiously over your shoulder. “Hmm, The Bitter Blossom,” he mused, turning his gaze to you. “Is that your pick, Schatz?” His tone was light, a sign that he approved, and was mildly surprised at your pick.

“Mhm,” you hummed, placing the VHS tape into the VCR player. Whoever had played it last had saved you the trouble of rewinding it. “Have you watched it before?”

“Surprisingly, no. Copies of it are extremely hard to come by.” He got the sofa ready, adjusting the pillows, grabbing one of the many quilts, and a box of tissues, just in case. He noticed the look you were giving him, “I haven’t watched it, but I have heard about how it ends.”

You raised a brow, but shrugged. You pressed play and scrambled over to your spot next to Vil, getting comfy and pulling that handy quilt over the both of you — the rain had made it a little bit chilly.

The Bitter Blossom started playing. Not only was it in black-and-white, but it was also a silent film. The protagonists were two lovers who met by chance, their relationship going from cold strangers to a budding romance. 

But why had Vil grabbed the tissues? The movie was almost over, it couldn’t possibly—

But then the antagonist, a jealous ex of one of the main protagonists, stabbed the love interest in the back with a dagger. The movie ended with the protagonist hugging their love interest, flower blossoms falling down around them.

“Do not let the bitter blossom of hatred and vengeance bloom in your heart or mind, my love. Do not let it ruin the happiness which we fleetingly had.” The words flashed on the screen before the movie ended with the screen fading into black.

That, that was why Vil had grabbed the tissues. Wait, were you crying? That would explain why Vil was gently dabbing away the stray tears as they rolled down your face.

“A lovely film, love,” he whispered, “I should have warned you about the ending—”

You stopped him by grabbing softly at his hand, bringing it up to cup your face. “No, it’s alright. It was a beautiful movie,” you hiccuped, leaning into his touch. 

Vil caressed calming strokes on your cheek, the slow movements helping you focus on him. He placed a kiss on your forehead, a gentle hum escaping as the kiss lingered. “Oh potato,” your old nickname from when the two of you were still just only acquaintances, “what am I going to do with you?”

You grabbed a tissue and loudly blew your nose, “Cuddles?”

Vil sighed softly, but put his arm around you, resting his head against yours and placing a kiss to your temple. “Alright,” he hummed and continued humming a gentle tune until you were falling asleep. While he would prefer sleeping in bed, he supposed he could stand to cuddle with you on the sofa as the rain eased up outside.

~~~~~~~

Schatz; German for treasure, a common term of endearment

Tags; @azulashengrottospiano [I've seen the Vil brain rot and gushing], @eynnwwyjth, @xxoomiii

#dove does events #follower event #twst #twst x reader #twst x gn reader #twisted wonderland #twisted wonderland x reader #twisted wonderland x gn reader #vil schoenheit #vil schoenheit x reader #vil schoenheit x gn reader #also i decided to go with a VHS tape since i wanted them to watch an old OLD movie; plus i miss my VCR player #soft vil content to heal the soul #he also cried a bit but was very subtle in wiping away the lone tear #hopefully i wrote vil with some justice as I'm still trying to characterize him right #potato; said with love #sofia! #i also think this is the longest one as of yet ; just checked and yup! it is #that might change though as i write the others #thought about having reader call vil their 'schnucki' [sweetie-pie] but decided against it #but it does live rent free in my head #i wonder how many people read through all of my tags; cuz i do hide some gems in there as little easter eggs of sorts

[theriu]

Helping Humans Is Complicated

"I don't understand. We showed the new planet our wellness machines and offered to modify them for humans, but their governments don't seem interested. They keep insisting their technology is better despite the data and demanding weapons technology we don't have."

"Oh yeah, I've heard about this. It's like a mix of species pride and a weird distrust of freely offered new things."

"Well, what do we do? Just leave the technology with them and hope for the best?"

"Nope. Take it away."

"...I'm sorry?"

"Take it away from them. Say they can't have it. Tell them it's too valuable to share."

"But surely if they don't care now, they won't care then."

"Oh, they definitely will. This species has invented entire agencies dedicated to stealing information other human groups try to keep secret. They can't stand not being ALLOWED to have something."

"Even if they didn't want it in the first place? How does that make sense?"

"Look, I don't know, but I found an example of it in the Earth History and Legends archive. Supposedly, peasants didn't like the taste of a healthy tuber this human king wanted to introduce, so he just told everyone they couldn't have the tubers, planted them, and posted really lax guards around the garden. Peasants 'stole' the tubers, and boom: nutritious potatoes introduced. "

"That's...nonsensical. I'm not sure we should give them anything if they're going to be that way about it."

"All I'm saying is that whether you take away the tech to trick them or take it away because you don't think they deserve it, humans are determined little plurski, and they WILL steal it. Should be interesting to see how they get past our firewalls."

"Do we even want relations with this kind of group?"

"Oh yeah, they can be super tough and resourceful, on the whole. Plus their coffee is FANTASTIC."

#humans are space orcs #humor #humans are weird entitled kleptomaniacs #haso #aliens #potatoes #history #river writes

[paranormal-potatoes]

I JUST REMEMBERED THE AU I FORGOT TO WRITE DOWN

cant explain most of it but its a Meallán centric Elden Ring AU. Teagan is ""dead"" (their "soul" or whatever got disconnected from their body for like. a long time) and Meallán ends up in the Lands Between and he keeps hearing about how fucking weird his twin was and how stupidly and frighteningly powerful they seemed at times but all the stories don't fit with what he knows of his twin, it has to be someone else. they can't be dead. and he keeps telling himself that because they survived everything else Yharnam threw at them, they killed gods. they're fine. they have to be.

and he ends up befriending Diallos (maybe Lanya idk) and Nepheli. and they've both heard of Teagan (how could they not?) but never met them.

he doesn't believe Teagan really died until he finds their tomb with the hunter's mark carved into the stone.

#potato talks #potato writes #ch: teagan the hunter #rel: meallán & teagan #rel: diallos/meallán/nepheli #look.... i have no idea how that ship happened but it did #they all take turns holding the braincell #i think meallan ends up with it more often maybe #idk #ch: meallán

[darth-sonny]

Kirby doddles!!! propaganda for the @goobersforlife competition

Kirby's outfit is drawing #3 inspired by this Dollightful video, and all outfits in drawing #4 were inspired by Pintrest

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#it was fun drawing the potato again #really wanna write something for drawing 4 #the domesticity...👌👌👌 #tmnt #teenage mutant ninja turtles #rottmnt #rise of the tmnt #rise of the teenage mutant ninja turtles #rise leo #leo hamato #rise koya #koya al salem #kirby tag #leoya #prime leo au #my art #sonny draws