Potato x Potato!Reader [Crackfic commish]
The strangest commission I've ever got.
This is some funny shit man. I have no idea.
He was utterly in love with her. It was the blossoming of a love filled romance between...
They lay together in the packet, whispering sweet nothings into eachother's ears. There were also other potatoes there, but they paid them no attention. To them.... They were alone with each other. Just the two of them.
But their situation wasnt exactly the best. What had once been a date in the fields, had somehow came to this. They were hostages. Doitsu the potato, and [Your Name], the potato, were in a grave situation. They held onto eachother like a life line, wanting nothing more than to just go home. They wished to rip out of the packet, and walk back to their field and continue their lives as normal.
But alas... Potatoes have no hands or legs.
And suddenly, the packet was ripped open. Giant fingers plunged into the bag, picking up
Tragic BeautyI remember lying in my hospital bed at the physical rehabilitation facility, far too many years ago, staring at a picture of a little girl. Someone had brought it in for me, though I didn't remember who or why. In the picture she was wearing shorts, and leaning to feed bread to the ducks gathered around her. I stared at the little girl's legs and cried. She was beautiful.
"I broke you," I whispered to her. "I'm so sorry I broke you. I never meant to. Please, forgive me." And she did, of course. But I'm not sure if that made it better or worse.
There was a poet staying in the room next to me. He was a brain trauma patient, unlike me. For some reason they'd moved me out of the spinal cord injury section of the hospital and into brain trauma. I never actually met the man, and yet some days I can't stop thinking about him. My mother brought me a book of his poems, a little pamphlet made of thick, sturdy paper. She said she thought I would like them. And I did. They were so hopef
be consumed by nothing
Skulls 'n' Roses.
Ink of black Thoughts
Vampires and yoyo's
Undead Army: Black Ice
spero tanto tu sia sincera
art trade: psion tiefling
quanto sporco disordine
Wendy in Neverland
:The Coffee Dog:
The Delicate Balance
Major Arcana 6 : The Lovers
Stylo a bille Dieu
Tarot - 18 The Moon
when dead becomes alive
Hand painted table 'Devolution'
The sun coming back from work