#vt fic

[rumor-weed]

sooooo, would anyone want me to write veggie fics/drabbles here more often? just curious. also, please feel free to request some veggie drabbles for this week/weekend in my asks!

[nyxx-nth]

Another @.faiyx commission 🥳

Spreading the hello kitty johnny ghost agenda 🗣‼️‼️

[evilmagician430]

gertrude and papa acachalla in 2020s timeskip au! and their doggie. 💚

[lunadreamscaper]

I’m gonna be honest

I think the reason I stopped reading VenturianTale fan fiction is because every fan fiction I read resorted to using Jimmy Casket as the main plot point.

Or would build up to something else then change it last second to Jimmy being the main plot point and throw everything away and it was so frustrating that I went from a Jimmy Casket lover to HATER and I mean HATER lmao xD

Like there were so many other interesting VT characters to pick and chose from but it was Jimmy everytime 😭/lh

But now I think Jimmy is cool and I don’t mind him in fan fiction if done right. And instead all my hate and rage goes towards Jordan/hj

[arkastadt]

how come I can write one 200k+ word long fic after another but somehow can’t get past the 10k mark in any of my original projects

[itsamepatches]

""edgy"" veggietales fics written by nonfans on AO3 be like

"title: sexy fruit talez and larry the cucumber has sex with u and peas are squashed by god

summary: I wrote while high lol :)

content: rape, vore, underage, violence, major character death rating: Explicit"

[orionsces]

"Ghost loved him and that was enough."

Johnny Ghost, Paranormal Investigator Extraordinaire attempts to make the perfect dinner night for his husband Johnny Toast, but literally everything goes wrong in every way imaginable.

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Soft skies painted with gentle pastels with a kind brushing of pinks and yellows. The clouds hung as if they were going to kiss the skyline, and the blossoming from trees fluttered charming the ground with its gentle fall.

The warm wind flowed through his hair as the sounds of the cicadas creaked and chirped on the leafy trees surrounding the stoplight. An hour away from Toast's house after running some errands in the next city over for specific supplies for their future investigations.

Sipping from his Starbucks while he waited for the lights to turn bright green, he smiled as he hadn't had a sweet coffee in a while.

The city light accompanied him as he started to drive back home, glowing lights fading into the background as he thought about his day.

Visiting various stores with quickly written lists for each was troubling, to say the least, but he did get his special treats from Starbucks so it mellowed out.

Ghost wasn't able to join him due to his important appointment of 'staring into space for two hours.' which he was unfortunately unable to cancel. Toast didn't mind about his husband's quirks since that just meant he could take his adorable Barbie branded ride around without judgment.

Humming along to the radio to Dancing Queen from ABBA as he tapped along to the beat of the song onto his driver's wheel, he felt peaceful on that drive back. Happily thinking about the trashy pizza they'll order again then cuddle to sleep to some weird paranormal soap operas that Ghost enjoyed for background noise. Ghost anxiously was rushing around as if he was held at gunpoint to set up the perfect date for his husband, the anxiety that he pretend that he didn't have was getting to him with smooth charm.

Mixing, grabbing various ingredients, and putting them in without measurement needed as he followed a recipe online showing him a good recipe for pasta and salad.

Rushing through Cindy's background story about her family and heritage to figure out how to boil water.

Ghost didn't fancy himself a cook because he wasn't.

Jimmy observing all of this in their mind-scape just scoffed at him, ridiculing him while he critiqued things Ghost was doing wrong. The alter watching this anxious mess run around, facing the consequences of his actions for starting food late.

On the other hand, the wee optimistic voice of his alter softly encouraged him to keep going. Gregory hyped up Ghost's culinary skills while Jimmy gave some sarcastic stabs at Ghost's already wounded self-esteem.

"Don't be…b-be a mean- uhm… meanie Jim! You promised…" Gregory pouted as Jimmy felt a knife of guilt stab into his heart that he had, with a small grumble back to the child he attempted to be friendlier. Knowing that Gregory's version of being nicer was too pure, he did his best to oblige the little alter's whimpering plea. His pasta almost bubbled over while he dissociated listening to the two squabbles with each other, pouring the steaming liquid down the drain of the sink as the cold water caused the steam to nearly blow into his face.

"Did you even make the sauce or cook the meat yet Ghostie~?" Jimmy slurred to piss off his host, Ghost facepalming as a reply because his foresight didn't count for him being an idiot.

Doing his best to hide the snickering, Jimmy did his best to the front to help Ghost continue. Finding it odd that he was out to cook rather than murder people, he pressed on with a simple shrug and Gregory cheered him on and helped Ghost.

Knowing that his host was mentally drained and was going to freak out anyways at the sight of blood, he took a deep breath before washing his hands carefully. Looking at the helpful sign that Toast put up for him, thankfully Jimmy was able to read the recipe that Ghost left open on his phone.

Glancing at the amounts with time and the ingredients in front of him, he knew he could do this while Ghost recharged himself. He cracked his fingers in preparation, huffing out an exhausted breath as he wasn't ready to be romantic with Toast nor cook a dinner, it'd been a while since he had last cooked one after all. Fully aware that Ghost takes a while to come back to the front, he mentally tried preparing knife-related flirts for their toaster.

Quickly he poured the cooked pasta noodles into a small bowl, putting them into the microwave for them to keep their temperature while he took a glance at the raw meat. His mouth watering at the sight before snapping himself back.

"Alright, you got this, you got this Jimmy! This is easy, you just gotta cook some meat in a pan above a fire for…." He paused before looking back at the recipe.

"10 minutes or more depending on the oven…? I thought all ovens were the same- whatever."

He stopped himself from talking more to himself before he ground the hamburger with his hands, grinning with mania as he plopped the bloodied meat onto the warm pan.

Humming to a song while he cooked, he did his best to check if Toast was nearby since he could come home any minute. Trying to think of all the plans that Ghost had for the dinner with the help of Gregory he made a list of what he needed to do before Toast came back home. Stirring the sauce and meat together before he grabbed the noodles to mix them all, wiping a single bead of sweat from his forehead as he turned off the stove top and placed a lid on his pan.

"Okay, decorate the table and throw rose petals everywhere, get those stupid fake candles out of the Halloween decorations, make a bouquet and finally make dessert? I ain't doing that-"

Jimmy rolled his eyes as he walked around the house, narrating all his actions while grabbing various items from different places. Decorating the entryway for Toast with cheap-looking rose petals guiding them to the table, setting a table blanket and the candles on it.

Flicking them on with the switch, before he swiftly took in the canvas of his masterpiece. While his dessert was cooking in the oven, gently the scent of sweets wafted in the air slowly.

It looked horrible but he didn't care about how saccharine the scene before him was. All that mattered was knocking that toaster oven off his feet with his charm and grace, Gregory gagging at the two before him gushing over someone and saying they have cooties. "Hello! I'm back!"

The British voice called out through the broken silence, Jimmy turning his head to look behind him at the swung front door with an awkward greeting.

"Hi…?" Appalled by the fact Toast back way earlier than expected, he crossed his arms towards his partner who tilted his head like a confused dog.

"You're back super early! I thought you'd be out longer and stuff…" He became gloomy and whined like a small child, Toast chucking at him with sincerity before apologizing.

"Did you need me to come back later or something?" Out of habit, he rubbed the back of his neck before taking in the fact that Jimmy was standing in a romantically decorated room.

He looked around in a frenzy before ricocheting a stare back at Jimmy again to confirm it who nodded in a silent answer.

"Oooh, I'm so sorry sir!" He blushed embarrassed, knowing that he put a lot of effort into this.

"I love it! It's so… cute!" He gushed before going over to engulf his beloved in a bear-hug as he grumbled out insults and flirted in response, aware that Ghost is co-fronting beside Jimmy now. His face was covered in kisses and blush because of Toast, they hugged him back as they laughed at the situation. "I'm glad you like it, I…no no wait we worked super hard on it!" Patting themselves on the back before the smell of burning sprinkled into the air along with the smoke. Toast lifted Ghost down as he rushed to the oven, opening it to smoke and coughing in the process.

"My fucking…. muffins… Goddammit."

The fire alarm blared at the two, as Ghost threw the pan of his burnt object resembling muffins out the window that Toast opened to let out the smoke. Maneuvering around as he seized the fire extinguisher and fumbled with it, Toast cut off their effort with an uncomplicated spray of foam onto their oven.

It wasn't long until the fire department came to their house, nothing was burnt or damaged except Ghost's dignity as they sat both outside. Ghost brings out the tablecloth for them to sit on like a picnic blanket, leaning onto Toast for comfort who held his hand to ease his anxiety. "I'm so sorry! God this fucking stinks…" Ghost flopped over on the blanket, looking up at the night sky above them. Crossing his arms as he took in the stars then looked over to Toast with shame. Toast rested beside him, holding his hand again before giving Ghost a gentle smile.

"Hey, I still loved it! Don't be so upset sir, it was adorable while it lasted, and hey, at least I can see your adorable face again." He placed his hand on Ghost's cheek which heated up slowly with a blush while his beloved's frown turned into an exhausted smile.

"Yeah… I guess you're right, at least we have this sky to look at while our house clears out of smoke." Joking around the best he could, he eased more into Toast before they cuddled each other.

They never did eat that spaghetti and Jimmy never made that salad but it didn't matter to Toast, he loved Ghost despite everything that happened. The idea of him caring that much for someone like him, made his heart race and he looked at his beloved beside him as if he sewed the stars in the sky they were gazing at.

Ghost loved him and that was enough.

[velvettapeworm]

So Sang the Riverman

[mbat]

before i pass out for the night. since my brain is back on dan and phil as if its 2016 or something i need to put this out into the world. this isnt some sort of important life changing post, just a personal funny thing

so when i was 13 and fixating on dan and phil, i read a lot of fanfics. like, i guarantee that even after all these years that, if i had the statistics, that fandom was the one i read the most fanfics for and constantly. i couldnt tell you what nearly any of them were about, and i have a feeling that many of them are probably lost to time by now. i also dont know if i need to mention that yeah, a lot of them were shipping, and yes ive long grown out of that. (the dnp fandom is actually what made me grow out of that)

anyway all this to say that over the last 6 years after i stopped fixating on dan and phil, one fanfic stuck with me and i just. i think about it every once in a while. its been over half a decade. it wasnt a groundbreaking fic, i dont remember any quotes or specifics, just the premise as of at least the first few chapters. idk why it stuck with me

it was literally a fic about. if the world had gotten to a point where almost every child was born as like, a science baby instead of a natural baby, and phil was a science baby, but dan was a natural baby. and there was somehow this like, thing where the science babies would bully the natural babies for some reason idek, and this was a highschool setting and i think dan was a new kid in school. and what gets me about the fic is that dan was some small shy scared kid and phil was some mean jerk bully. and how wild that is compared to how they are in real life

this isnt me trying to find the fic or the person who wrote it or any of that, this is literally just. i remember this fic at least once every few months and i needed to get it out of my brain somewhere

[forever-a-lake-effect-kid]

[ID: A small infobox answering the question "Why was Vermont not considered a state at first?" The answer is "In 1777, the thirteen colonies were fighting the Revolutionary War with England. They were too busy to stop Vermont from becoming an independent state." The last sentence is highlighted. End ID.]

Doing some research for a wttt Vermont centric fanfiction, and the way this is worded is so funny to me for no reason…

peak middle child behaviour

[rumor-weed]

Secret Santa gift for @madame-blueberry

“How do I look?” Bob asked, adjusting his tie and nervously fiddling with the collar of his suit. “Ya look great, Bob! Don’t sweat it!” Larry chirped, smiling at his best friend from behind him in the mirror. “It’s a big day for her; I don’t want to disappoint.” “It’s a big day for both of you,” Larry pointed out. “You’re both getting married. To each other!” “I know, but Megan’s so worried about everything being perfect. It has to be perfect for her.” “Does it, Bob? Or are you just usin’ Megan as an excuse?” Bob stiffened at the accusation, and without turning around, he nervously laughed, “What do you mean?” “I mean, I think you’re the one nervous, and you’re the one who wants it to be perfect. You’re treatin’ this like one of the shows! Ya can’t direct your weddin’ -” “I can too!” Bob blurted out, indignant, before catching himself. “I mean, I - for her, not because I -” he broke off abruptly, and he said, “So what if I want it to be perfect? It’s supposed to be grand and beautiful, and… and I had this planned for so long, since I was a kid, and…” Larry nodded and said, “I know, Bob, but you’re too close to the worry to wedding - err, the wedding to worry. Nothin’s gonna go wrong!” “What if she changes her mind? What if she realizes she doesn’t like me like that?” Bob fretted. Larry gave a half smile. “Really, Bob? Ya don’t think she loves ya? She’s Madame Blueberry. She gave up a career on Broadway to work with ya on the show. She had that role in the Funny Girl revival - we couldn’t escape her singin’ Don’t Rain on My Parade whenever she had a minute to practice, and she gave it up to do more shows with you when you offered.” “Well, she failed that audition like, three times, but I get it,” Bob said, and he sighed. “Well, what if she comes to her senses? What if she realizes she can do better?” “She wants ya Bob, and what Megan wants, Megan gets. I don’t wanna be the one who has to go out there on your behalf and tell her ya got cold feet.” “Won’t be the first time she’s shot the messenger, but I made her promise not to bring her pistol this time,” Bob said. “If that makes it better.” “Nope, I’m not takin’ the chance, Bob.” “Is everyone else ready? The - the ring bearer, and the flower girl - are they -? Do they have the ring? The flowers? Do they know what to do?” “Egg Boy and Bathroom Girl are very capable, don’t worry!” “I’m nervous, Larry. What if I forget what to say when I see her?” “I’ll mouth the words to ya,” Larry said, adding, “I even wrote down what I remembered of your vows, so in case ya forget, they’re right here.” Bob turned and took the piece of paper from Larry, and he smiled tearfully. “You’re such a good friend, I - wait a minute,” he looked down at the paper and narrowed his eyes. “Larry, these aren’t my vows! These are just lines you wrote down from that weird Victorian play that predicted 9/11.” “Oh! Yeah, but they’re pretty romantic!” “I’m not reading these to her. I remember my vows; it’s fine,” Bob said, handing Larry back the note. There was a knock on the door, and Nezzer popped his head into the room. “Hope you’re ready - everyone’s seated, and it’s time to start.” “Okay, we’ll be right out. Thank you, Mr. Nezzer.” Bob answered hurriedly, waving him off. “You ready, Bob?” Larry asked as Nezzer left. Bob thought of Megan then: her laughter, smile, sparkling eyes, and cruel but playful teasing. He loved every moment with her, and he would love every second of their future. “You ready?” Larry repeated, looking concerned at Bob’s hesitation. Bob smiled then. “I’m ready. In fact, I can hardly wait.”

-

The wedding had gone off without a hitch, and it was as beautiful as Bob had hoped for, though not nearly as beautiful as his new wife was. Wife. He loved that he could call her that now. He rolled the word around in his mind as a tired Megan slumbered beside him in their wedding bed. Even now, he admired her beauty, gentle and slow breathing, fluttering eyelashes, and content, resting frown. Her blonde wig had been set aside, and her dark brown curls draped across the silk pillowcase. He was also tired from the wedding, but the day's excitement kept him awake, replaying the ceremony on a seemingly endless loop. It starts when he sees her walking down the aisle, her cheeks glowing pink and her elegant wedding dress and veil seemingly designed to rival Princess Diana’s in glamour, making her appear as if she is effortlessly floating among the flower petals. His first instinct is to draw his breath in awe and hold it until his heart begins to beat again. It fast-forwards then to when she’s standing in front of him, and instinctively, he reaches out to gently brush her cheek with the back of his hand affectionately. She doesn’t complain that he might ruin her makeup; she merely smiles, her eyes crinkling joyfully at the edges. Suddenly, he’s aware the officiant is speaking, and he remembers that there’s an audience, though, for the moment before, he would’ve sworn it was just the two of them. They say their vows, and he recites them without fail, and when it’s her turn, he finds himself hypnotized by how she forms her red-stained lips around each accented word and how she sews a tiny smile into each syllable. He savors the moment again when they share their first kiss as a married couple, pressing his lips into hers, melting a little when she embraces him passionately. He feels a little chill run down his spine. Before he knows it, his memory has caught up to the reception. He only steps on her foot once, clumsily, because he is too busy staring into her eyes to watch his feet. They laugh it off, and as their dance ends, she kisses him again, and his heart soars. This memory melts away, and he returns to the ceremony, watching her glide towards him down the aisle. This time, he is awoken from this memory by a sleepy, murmuring voice, “Robert, go to bed, mon ange.” “I’m sorry, Megan. Did I wake you?” “Non, but it’s been a long day. You should sleep. We have our honeymoon tomorrow. I cannot wait to show you Paris, but it is a very long flight.” Bob sighed, snuggling under the covers with his wife. “I love you.” “And I you,” she answered with a smile, curling up against him, “Or else I wouldn’t have married you. Now, goodnight, I am very tired.” He chuckled and kissed her goodnight on the forehead, and he closed his eyes and let his memories turn into dreams.

[nyxx-nth]

[evilmagician430]

mabeline/jonah wolf in my 2020s timeskip au! read my tags for more information about her

[allwaswell16]

A fic rec of One Direction fics in which the main pairing is caught kissing (or a little more than that) as requested in this ask. If you enjoy the fics, please leave kudos and comments for the writers! You can find my other recs here. Happy reading!

- Louis/Harry -

🩷 You You You by @isthatyoularry

(M, 137k, famous/not famous) the one where Harry and Louis meet at a club and Louis takes Harry home, only for him to realize that the boy who just made him breakfast half naked is Harry Styles from One Direction.

🩷 Next to your Heartbeat (where I should be) by jaded25

(M, 130k, uni) when Louis returns after his year abroad, the boy who's got his arms wrapped around Harry isn't him. It isn't a stranger either, which should make walking away all that easier.

🩷 The Devil and the Deep Blue Sea by @kingsofeverything

(E, 109k, cheating) Louis’ life is steady and calm, moored by his marriage, and tied to his hometown, but after a chance encounter with another man, it’ll never be the same.

🩷 Bless the Day Our Heartbeats Aligned by pleasinglouis / @pleasing-louis

(E, 97k, omegaverse) the one where after years of being gone, Knight Harry returns to his best friend only to find out that Louis is betrothed to another.

🩷 Emperor's New Clothes by sunsetmog / @magicalrocketships

(E, 92k, famous/not famous) Harry’s a pop star and Louis isn’t, and there’s a non-disclosure agreement where there used to be a relationship.

🩷 Hiding From The Media by daisieflowers

(T, 83k, canon divergence) Harry Styles is an international superstar in one of UKs biggest boybands at the moment. But he's been forced to keep his relationship with Louis Tomlinson - the everyday Uni student - a secret

🩷 I would rather go blind by ifiwasabluebird

(M, 79k, historical) It's 1960, Harry is a freshman at Oxford, and he cross path with a flamboyant blue eyed boy that is going to change his life.

🩷 nonstop earthquake dreams of you by lumineres

(M, 37k, canon) harry falls hard and finds louis already at the bottom

🩷 Heart Beat by @allwaswell16

(E, 35k, kid fic) When Harry returns to start a music academy in his hometown, he finds himself face to face with his high school crush—and his charming daughter who wants to learn to play the drums.

🩷 the love is ours to make (so we should make it) by lingerielarries

(NR, 19k, nanny Harry) the one where louis takes some time off from life to return home, only to be met with a strange boy in pink and a flowercrown as the nanny of his siblings.

🩷 It Will Always Be You by @phdmama

(E, 15k, lawyer Louis) If you had told Louis Tomlinson a year ago that he would be celebrating his birthday by kissing the man who is the love of his life on a Church Street park bench in Burlington VT as the snow drifted softly down, he would have told you that you were extremely imaginative.

🩷 You Give Me Fever (What A Lovely Way To Burn) by my_fandom_OTPs

(E, 10k, pwp) Louis walks in on Harry jerking off in the shower. What happens after is just… Impulsive and spontaneous.

🩷 A Snow In My Heart by @princelyharry

(T, 3k, kid fic) An AU which Harry and Louis' son caught Harry kissing Santa Claus on Christmas Eve. But it was actually Louis, who is dressed up as Santa Claus.

🩷 Many A Slip by Suzie_Shooter

(G, 1k, canon) Caught making out after the last show on tour, Harry and Louis find themselves in a worrying predicament with a local news crew. But could help be at hand?

- Rare Pairs -

🩷 Maybe We'd Be Better Together by ellebelle

(E, 13k, ot5) paul warned harry and niall the first time he caught them naked together that it was a bad idea.

🩷 I Feel Unready For My Love by Bearhead1

(NR, 4k, Louis/Nick Grimshaw) For a few seconds the noise of the room disappeared, the air around them got really thick and all Louis could focus on was how soft Nick's lips were on his.

[arkastadt]

one more post about what’s the right and wrong way to watch/read BSD on my dash and I’ll implode

[itsamepatches]

Oh no, after almost four (4) years of absence, it's finally making a comeback thanks to this fic for inspiring me to continue the craziness of Angelique Angel Alexandria Avocado

Chapters: 1 (here) / 2 (here) / 3 (you are here)

🥑 (Story) Summary: It was just an ordinary day for me at my job at Big Idea Studios, but then I met up with a man whom I've adored for as long as I could remember. I have to have him! But I also have feelings for another. What do?