Before requesting please take a look at this post! In general this is a sfw blog so no NSFW asks. However, some fics may contain mature or suggestive themes.
My Vee roleplay blog is @vee-version-i
Headcanon requests are open!
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At 100 followers I'll pick someone to do a 1,000 word fic request for. I'll post more info about that when we reach the milestone!
Will write:
♡About me♡
Call me Gee (she/her)
Adult, by luck
Selfshipper
Fanfic Author
Sometimes I draw
Gamer
Enjoys sci-fi, cowboys, cartoons, music
Rules!
Gore
Hurt/comfort
Fluff/domestic fluff
Yandere
X-reader
Canon/Canon
Abuse (physical or mental)
Mental health issues
Self harm/suicide/suicidal ideation (only in the bounds of fiction. And depending on my mental health I might deny this type of request)
Child character/child character (again only sfw and cute interactions)
Twisted/Toon
Human/Toon
Human/Puppet
Will NOT write!
NSFW/Kink stuff
Child/adult
Animal/humanoid
Squirm-centric fics. I don't like his character, sorry.
I do not consent to my fics or HCs, being used for AI, this includes chat bots. If you are found to be doing so you will be blocked.
Drew bunch of fanart for dw when I got into it a while back ánd never posted it but considering whats been going on around yhat game lately ig it’s the last opportunity to dump these
Summary: Vee and Sprout enjoy the solitude of a rainy day together.
CWs: None, fluff
The pitter patter of rain on their roof quickly became one of Vee's favorite sounds. It meant they could stay home for a while. Exist in the gentle quiet of their own little world. Vee liked watching it too, on and off, as she read her book. Splatter off the very edge of their porch. Never close enough reach her, safe under the awning.
Sprout sat next to her, head resting on her shoulder. Absent-mindedly, she rubbed at the calluses on the meaty bits of his palm with her thumb, her other fingers curled around the back of his hand. Sprout read a few lines of her book here and there, letting her flip the page even when he wasn't done.
Sprout hummed against Vee's neck. "I've been thinking about getting a haircut."
Vee put her book down with a quirked brow. "Why?" With her hand free she reached for him. Cupping the side of his head, brushing back his leaves. His eyes flicked up to meet hers. "I like them long."
That adorable smile of his, one corner pulled higher and higher. "Do you?"
"That's what I said, dumby." An amused chuckle came from the strawberry. Closer, she turned her head to brush screen over forehead. His eyelids fluttered shut with a sigh.
This feeling used to alarm her. How could it not? A surge of heated electricity came anytime they made contact, but... she found when she accepted the feeling the sizzling settled down to a warmth. A welcoming warmth, like the hearth of a fireplace or a fresh load of laundry. Mundane, comforting, simple. Vee felt a faint blush come on. How silly! "Don't let this get to your head, but I might be in love with."
A snort of a laugh bubbled in his throat. "After 3 years of marriage I'd hope you love me."
AN: To be clear Vee is the one pregnant here, but maybe I'll make a part 2. What if Sprout was, hmmmm.
CWs: None, just domestic fluff
I don't usually HC Vee can even get pregnant. I usually like to think of her as having very little organic parts, but we have fun today!
Sprout would be very VERY protective of her during this time. More so than usual.
He usually tries his best to give her space. She's a very independent women and she hates coddling.
But how can he curb his worries when she has their baby inside of her? If something were to happen it could take them both...
She's obviously banned from runs until the baby is born.
Vee isn't happy to feel useless, but she understands why she can't. She's more of a liability on runs in her condition.
What she does have a problem with is Sprout barely let's her do ANYTHING by herself.
"You sit, love. I'll bring you your wire."
"I can walk 5 feet to the outlet."
"Sit. You're already at 20%. I don't need you shutting down because walking drained the rest of it."
"That's no-"
Sprout already sprinted for the charger and handed it to her.
I also HC she can't eat. However, i think it would be funny if she still got cravings
In the same vain she get morning sickness, but can't throw up.
That's a special kind of torture to yearn to eat, but have no physical way to eat
"What's that?"
"Pancakes, I just put a bunch of toppings on it."
"It looks good..."
"Thanks! I'm suprised no one came to the kitchen to ask me to make them some."
Vee is STARING at his food. Licking her digital lips.
"Uh... Vee? You okaaaay?"
"Huh? Oh! Yeah, I'm good..."
"No... don't tell me..."
"What?"
"You can't even eat!"
"I know! You just- it looks good, okay?"
"Oh my god."
"This is your fault! You did this to me!"
"You're the one that wanted a baby!"
"How dare you say that in front of our kid!"
"It's not even born yet?!?!"
"It can hear you!"
He just sighs. "Okay... look, babe. I'll get your charger. Maybe that will help with your... cravings?"
"...okay..."
Vee and Sprout talk to their unborn child a lot
Vee will just say what's on her mind. Usually, she'll just put herself in sleep mode when she's charging, but now she talks to the kid for a while. Teaching it multiplication while in the stomach or something.
Sprout always wants to touch the belly. Give it kisses and say how much he already loves their baby.
Vee will, of course, tease him about it.
"How was your day with mommy, hm? Daddy missed you very much."
"Oh my goood! I think they get it! Already being smothered and not even born yet."
"You're just mad our kid loves me more."
"They can't have an opinion yet."
"Then why are they always kicking when I'm around, hm? Oh! See! You love daddy, don't you?"
"Ow! Ow! Stop kicking mommy! Stop kicking mommy! Ughhhh... what a brat..."
"Haha! Don't worry, I'm sure they'll come around to you."
Summary: Delilah Keen needed money to make up for the immediate costs of creating Vee Version 2. Vee's new little brother. Unfortunately, for the Toons, the idea that won was renting them out for birthday parties... on their days off...
So, instead of resting on Sundays the Mains got the privilege of entertaining even more brats. Somehow Vee and Sprout got roped into taking out the trash. At least the berry always proves to be good, and annoying, company.
CW: cursing, flirting, a dash of violence, the good stuff
AN: Inspired by "A Lovely Night" from La La Land.
It was... werid being outside. Vee saw movies, most of them depicted the outside world, but being there was different. Everything was more intense out here, brighter, and noisier, and way way colder. Frankly, she hated it.
Thankfully, now that the birthday party they were rented out for ended they were allowed to wear their new winter coats. Vee knew she looked like an idiot. Puffy coat, two sizes too big, bright yellow rain boots, which kept getting stuck in the snow every other step. "Assholes using us like fucking maids..." Vee grumbled under her breath as she wiggled her boot out of the snow, trying to keep the giant trash bag over her shoulder from toppling over her.
Sprout stopped to hold her steady. "I know... and isn't all this snow dangerous for you?!"
"Yyyyyyep! But who cares if my circuits fry, right?" Shegrumbled, boot still refusing to budge. "That's what- ah Two is for. He'll just take my show, and my fans, and- come on you fucking- keep them good company while I die because of fuckinggg SNOW!" Her foot popped out suddenly, catching her off guard. Sprout grabbed her before the weight of her trash bag could send her into a heap on the ground.
Sprout stood quiet for a second. He dropped his bag to grab the discarded boot and slide it onto her foot. His other hand settled into the dip of her lower back, guiding her. "Two doesn't want to replace you, you know that."
"Oh please!" Once their trash bags were back over their shoulders the two of them resumed their trek in the snow. "That little brat would gladly take everything just to see me suffer! I'm basically just a glorified nanny to him!"
That stupid look. Tilted head, slightly raised eyebrow, pursed lips. Vee was never amazing at reading people, but she knew that look all to well. With a shake of her head, she grumbled. "Forget I said anything..."
He thought about it and ultimately decided he'd drop it. There was no point in souring an already dreadful mood. Once they turned the corner the dumpster the owner told them about was visible. Closer, and closer, and...
They cranked their heads back to squint at the lip of the opening.
"How are we supposed to get these in there?" Vee shifted her weight to her other leg, hand on her hip. The movement reminded Sprout he was still touching her. Subtly, he hoped anyway, he let his hand drop from her lower back.
Uh... so... the bags....... Maybe one of them can hoist the other up, grab the bags, pull them o-
Sprout threw his bag against the side of the dumpster. "Screw them"
Vee blinked, a shit eating grin taking over. "Okay, berry boy! I'm liking that idea." She followed suit. The clank of all the glass bottles hitting eachother soothed the soul. She focused on her wrist, twisting the joints of her wrist and fingers. Little clicks sounded. She glanced at him just as she spoke. "By my calculations it's the only good idea you've ever had."
"Oh, not this again, women!" Despite trying desperately to match her teasing tone he felt himself physically perks up. A smile took hold, not the smirk he wanted.
"Aw, are your feelings huuurt?" She crossed her arms over her chest, leaning closer to him with a teasing smirk. Damn, she was good at that...
Sprout glanced away, feeling that buzz of a flush. "Geez... you never let up do- Oh, wow..."
"What?" Vee followed his eye line and... there was nothing? Nothing.
Sprout gestured wordlessly for a moment. "Look at the snow..."
"Snow? Really?" Vee rolled her eyes, and was about to turn back when Sprout grabbed her shoulder. She frowned up at him, but... he wasn't looking back. His eyes were glued to the nothing in front of them.
"It's like..." He squinted for a second. His other features followed in a light scrunch. "Like.. like a Hallmark movie. Doesn't it make the trees look beautiful?" Then his whole body sagged as his eyes swept over ever part.
The plot of land next to their host's was up for sale for several months, until recently it was just trees and grass. Now, however, the skeleton of a house was clear. The wall facing them was half way completed. Blinking Christmas lights shown against the gray brick, like shadow. Naked branches hung over the building, glased in glittering snow. Every now and then the silence was interrupted by the pat of half melted snow slipping from it's perch and joining the sea of white. It didn't seem like construction workers had been there since it last snowed. The ground was still one continuous valley of white until it reached the side walk, where the snow turned dark and muddy, covered in footprints too crowded to follow.
"Honestly, I didn't think the world could... actually look like this." Vee blinked back to focus when Sprout spoke again. "It's literally the perfect set up for some stupid cheesy confession! I can practically hear Christmas music!" Sprout chuckled lightly, smile taking over again, willingly this time.
"Heh..." Her eyes wandered back to Toon next to her. Not this stupid feeling... it was just a glitch in her personality chip, it had to be, but... In times like this she doubted that conclusion. She felt her features open, and maybe... that was okay? "I guess?" More like a whisper, but... there was no need to? They weren't sharing anything secret or trying to keep their voice down because some toon was sleeping. Or... and this sounded silly but, maybe... she... no, no, couldn't be. She hugged herself tighter. There had to be some other reason. Maybe............... uh............. well? It wasn't normal for her searches to buffer this much, she really should get Veronica to fix this bug. It seemed to be bleeding into other systems.
Just then their eyes met, anything else he was going to stay fluttering away. He reached out, hesitant. Something in her panicked, but she couldn't show it. A scowl easily stook hold. "Can we go already?"
His hand floated for a second before going limp at his side. His face scrunched, that stupid thinking face back. It blinked away in a second, replaced with an easy going grin. Something in his eyes told her to keep her guard up, and she was right. "Heeeeey, don't look so worried, Vee. I'm not going to confess my love for you! You're not my type, really." He waved his hand as he searched for the best insult. Vee knew him well enough to tell he already knew what he wanted to say. The asshole just had a habbit of dragging things out for emphasize. "Too bitchy." He nodded with a sympathetic quirk of his lip. "Such a shame to waste a pretty sight"
"Oh fuck yourself, berry boy!" She grabbed him by his scarf. "Don't humor yourself, if I called your name you'd come running." She pulled him closer, purring out each word. "Don't pretend you have a choice in the matter. This-" she gestured between them. "Is my call."
He smirked back at her, letting his eyes pass up and down her figure. There was nothing to see, she looked absolutely ridiculous, they both knew that. He just wanted her to see him do it. "What's your call then?"
Vee's pride was on the line. Every part of her tensed. Thank God for this snow, she was sure her cooling fans would have turned on by now. No matter how low he stooped she couldn't let herself cave. She forced a neutral expression, scanning over his stupid face. She dropped him with an eye roll. "For once you're right. I've done all the calculations and there is a zero percent chance we fall in love like one of those stupid movies."
Sprout's expression strained a bit. Just enough for her to notice and have her's falter as well. He took that opportunity and ran with it. "Don't be disappointed, sweetheart. We can defy the odds."
She shoved him to the side and started on the walk back. "Don't be a dick." Sprout gathered himself before following after her.
"Baby, just give me a chance!" The flippant use of such an... annoying nickname had her stopping in her tracks.
After a beat she turned to face him. "God, you're so needy it's making me sick."
"So your tail wags when you're sick?"
She snatched it up quickly. Still, it wiggled in her palm on it's own. Fucking, stupid tail, whyyyyy?
Sprout dared to step closer, reach and rest his hand on her hip. "You don't have to hide it. It's cute."
Vee's fists clenched at her sides "I'm going to punch you in the face if you don't back up." Those stupid fans were going now. Whirling loudly, he probably heard it. He definitely heard it. Stupid. Stupid. Stupid.
"I'm starting to get the sense you like when I tease you~ Come on, ba-"
Bam! Right in the kisser.
"Ah- fuck!" He stumbled back hand slapping over his face. Ichor leaked from between his fingers and dripped into the snow. "WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU, WOMEN?!"
"I warned you."
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AN: I love me some berrybot. Berrybot requests are definitely more likely to get answered soooo if you like the ship give me some ideas! (Also Goob x Reader's. I love Goob. We're gonna get married~)
Summary: Sprout is struggling to stay awake while cooking the turkey for Thanksgiving dinner. His girlfriend, Vee, pays him a visit.
TW: none, just fluff, some curse words
Sprout sipped at his coffee, just to lay his head on the cold kitchen counter a second later. It was easier when they were both struggling to stay awake. Cosmo was helping him with the turkey earlier. Sprout just couldn't stand to see him stumbling and slurring through his words. Bless his heart.
So, Sprout sent the cake roll to sleep. Of course he resisted, but once he was forced into his bed he just couldn't keep his eyes open.
Same really...
The timer he set should wake him up when it was time to take the turkey out, base it, put it back in. Ugh, why was turkey such a chore of a meat? The ham would be way easier.........
"Sprout...?" The strawberry Toon pushed himself up, still slouched. The light from Vee's screen stung. Still, her presence alone negated such trivial things. She reached out, brushed back the mess of leaves flopped in front of his eyes. "You look like shit."
Sprout chuckled. "I thought you were charging?" Before she could pull away he set his hand over hers. The coolness of her metal always soothed him.
She stiffened. Honestly, Sprout had gotten used to it. For a machine with such high processing power she always needed more time in moments like these. That was okay. The fingers of her other hand brushed against his knee. Like the shy touch of a nervous child. "I..." The averted gaze. After all this time she still looked to be forcing herself to come off nonchalant. Only a few pixels indicating a furrowed brow, amongst otherwise neutral features, signaled conflict inside her. "... I missed you." Cute.
Sprout grinned. "I missed you too, beautiful..." His arms wrapped around Vee's waist. She pressed a palm to his chest to push him back into his chair. A little squeeze in his chest must have shown on his face because she rolled her eyes at him with a forced frown.
"Stop kissing ass."
"Am I not allowed to think my girlfriend is gorgeous?" He pulled her in closer, chest to chest. She didn't pull away this time. The corner of her screen slotted nicely against his collar bone.
"Well... just... don't be a dick about it!"
He shouldn't have laughed, but how could he not? "How am I being a dick?"
She groaned. More of her weight leaning against him. "You're making fun of me."
"I'm not making fun of you."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm not."
"You are."
"I'm n- gosh! What, is it your time of the month?"
Vee scoffed and playful pushed at his face. "I have never had a period in my life."
"That's what all women say. Right along with peeing and pooping."
That got a cute snort out of the TV main. "You are delirious!"
Just checked out the new Die Of Death update today and I had loads of fun. So, I drew my favorite character pursuer + there new mastery skin!
Might draw my interpretation of the new mastery skin later. Cause I just kind of based it off of the skin in game. Also run fact Pursuer is my first(and only killer) I have gotten mastery on. I’m trying to get Artful’s right now.
the tomurasmr is here.. It's meant to sound like tomura is gaming in the background while you fall asleep. he's trying to be quiet. (keyword: trying) hope yall enjoy!!
pls remain hush hush about this, i don't want to see it spreading around a ton. if i have to see hundreds of ppl calling me cringe on twt i will get homicidal
