#toontown fanfic

[velvetismissingtheircerebrum]

Nothing wrong with a bit of Razzmatazz, Right?

To celebrate the finishing of this fic I decided to ask some friends and fellow artists to help draw the different chapters of the fic! All of the artists who helped me with this were amazing and so talented!!

Chapter 1 - 0starmuncher0

Chapter 2 - Me :D

Chapter 3 - flintmgr

Chapter 4 - rabbitt-lord

Chapter 5 - charmykidd

Chapter 6 - Me :D

But most importantly thank you to all yall who left comments on my fic and who supported me :D You guys are the reason why I keep making art and writing!! (And sorry for being dead for so long lol!!)

[prettymuchpotter]

can you write a fanfic about graham eating potato smiles

for you, dear, i’d do anything -grigor; nancy drew labyrinth of lies

Graham Ness Payser considered himself to be a man of great taste, his estate decorated with high class furniture and his wardrobe consistently tailored to perfection. He prided himself on only drinking the finest oil, only indulging himself in the most lavish of things, and definitely never enjoying anything that Toons enjoyed. But when Flint approached him with a grocery bag and a hopeful look, Graham couldn’t help but fold completely.

That’s how the two Cogs found themselves in the kitchen in the dead of night, a baking tray clutched in Graham’s hands as he held it up while Flint arranged the frozen potato smile fries on the tray.

“Hurry up, my arms are falling asleep!” Graham complained loudly, his metallic fingers flexing around the tray as he tried to adjust his grip for any sort of relief.

“Patience.” Flint replied simply, finally tossing aside the now empty potato smiles box. It was at that moment that both Cogs realized that they hadn’t thought to preheat the oven, a faint metallic creaking as they both turned towards the appliance.

“Wait, Flint, we didn’t—“ Graham started, earning a quiet huff from his companion. Slowly, Flint turned towards Graham, his expression one of someone who had come up with a genius yet stupid idea. Without a word, Flint grabbed Graham’s arms and adjusted him so the tray of potato smiles was now hoisted over Graham’s head, his hands balancing the tray flat on his splayed palms.

“Flint, what are you— Hey! Watch the hair!” Graham shrieked as Flint heated the potato smiles with his snout-like exhaust vent. Flint backed off with a smug look once the potato smiles had turned a golden brown colour, the snack now perfectly crisped on the outside. With much grumbling and complaining from Graham, the tray was set on the counter, the pair standing over the tray as they both studied the strange snack.

Graham was the first to crack, swiping a potato smile with a quick snatch. He brought the treat to his mouth before biting down, relishing the faint crunch of the crispy outside. Flint followed his lead once he’d seen that no harm had come to Graham after eating the potato product, shoveling a few of the potato smiles into his snout-like facial feature (one of the downsides of not having a mouth).

Within five minutes, the entire box of potato smiles had been demolished, only crumbs and grease lingering on the tray. The pair stared at each other in a mixture of shock and amusement, before Graham dug into his pockets and pulled out a handful of Cog Bucks.

“More.” Was all he said, shoving the bills into Flint’s hand, grinning as Flint got the memo quickly and headed out in search of another box of potato smiles.

Fin.

(ok it’s short, they’re cogs, they eat potato smiles, graham becomes addicted to the taste, the end. this was fun to write but also insane bc i had to add flint in bc HOW IS HE GOING TO GET POTATO SMILES ALONE)

[mahomadjicks]

Yeah i’m the one that wrote this aaaaaaaaaa

Gonna throw the link here because not feeling too fond of doing serious art rn but haha letting people know im not dead infact-

[glitchedcrisis]

After a week of uncontrollable writing, i was able to finish the first act to a crack fic. To celebrate, my favorite throw-away line as a doodle:

info under cut 🐇✨️

Cog Division [act one] is a crack fic following Graham and Flint as they audition for "Cogs Got Talent" run by DAVE BRUBOT[OMC DAVE BRUBOT😍😍]

For the majority of the time, it does not take itself seriously however over time things will change.

[lovelyrose20]

I decided to post my fanfic on Main since I’ve realized that I forgot them to update my Tumblr blog that I made about it/lh

but I really hope that this series out since me and my friends worked really hard on it and I also plan on posting the first chapters of to the arc completed version and the one that we’re currently doing. It’s a mostly self indulgent crossover series based on several for the fandoms, especially DSMP.

So I hope you guys could give it a chance and check it out!

[amalsoappickle]

"This is the sixth time you've stopped by." "Is it really that bad t'be worried hun?"

more rain ambience yuri for the world

[bruhlesbian]

drew a scene from a fanfic im writing about holly and misty going to a mall. born from the idea of happy misty = golden sunset!

under the readmore will be the link jic anyones interested lol!!

as you can see the title is on the longer side and i was NOTTT going to type that shit out, noooooo thankkkk youuuuuu.

[l4deeznuts]

hello friends i have come to propose an offer to you

im trying to move at the end of the year, so in like 3 months, so just trying to scrounge as much money as i can for all the moving fees and whatnot. i figured id open writing commissions? never done commissions before so pls bear with me lol

you can look at my ao3 (l4deeznuts | Archive of Our Own) to check out my works to see if you like my writing style or not hehe

but if interested pls message me and we can talk about everything! reblogs to spread this around are very much appreciated too!! thank you so much!!!

what i will do: sfw, nsfw (will pretty much do any kink you desire), canon/oc*, canon/canon, oc /oc, any fandom (even if im not familiar with it, ill do my research lols)

*this includes reader inserts as well

what i wont do: basically any gross stuff like pedophilia, incest, etc.

overall prices:

2,500 words - $5

5,000 words - $10

7,000+ words - $15+

payment methods: zelle, cashapp, or venmo!

average wait time: will definitely start immediately and will be my main focus, just want to make sure it'll be quality and up to par! so probably 1-3 days depending on the word count!

[stevyguts]

the pt to ttcc pipeline is real and brother, i am living it.

[themagicalghost]

Just finished a 18000+ letter fic that involves Bumble being held captive by the cogs after angering the Chairman too much, which I am only showing to a select few friends because I'm shy like that

Here is a brief moment with the C.O.O. though

[velvetismissingtheircerebrum]

Hey!!

Firesetter fans come get y'all's food!!

Its a oneshot about Graham and Flint first meeting, and a whole lot of introspection from Flints side!!

[prettymuchpotter]

Can you write about Fyshur flinging Pacesetter out of his suite by hitting him with their car (they're in love your honor)(Flint catches him in his arms)

sure!! i might take a few liberties here (i.e. with flint catching graham, because he would, but i doubt it would be graceful), but i love toontown reqs so here we go :>

All Star Suites was surprisingly quiet, a rarity, even in the middle of the night. The moon shone brightly down on the streets of Drowsy Dreamland, illuminating the playground just as well as the sun would have. Most Toons had dispersed from the area, leaving the streets and shops mostly empty.

Graham Ness Payser found himself lounging for once, his metallic body draped over the plush couch in the lobby of All Star Suites, his gaze drifting aimlessly across the sky, darting from star to star. It was an unusual occasion for him to take a moment to rest, most of his spare time spent pacing in circles in his private room. He found himself enjoying the peace despite his fast paced personality, one hand lifting to pull his sunglasses from his face as he let his body sink further into the cushions.

A sound from behind caught his attention, his fine-tuned wiring programmed to pick up even the slightest sound, some kind of extra security ordained by Cog Nation after the influx of well-trained Toons took down many managers all over Toontown. Whirling around at the same time as he scrambled off of the couch, his eyes were met with the sight of a cat Toon, their face quirked up into a mischievous grin.

"Who-- Fyshur. You again?" Graham spoke, his body relaxing a smidge at the sight of the familiar cat.

"Yep. Me again." Fyshur replied smugly, hopping up onto the lobby counter, their legs swinging back and forth as they made themself right at home in Graham's home.

Graham stood in silence as he watched the little cat move about the place as if they lived there, giving a slight shake of his head as he finally relented to their antics. Fyshur perked up after a moment, as if remembering something of utmost interest. They hopped off the counter just as quickly as they'd gotten onto it, their fluffy feet hitting the ground with a soft thud.

"I got something cool today. Check this out!" They grinned, darting off to put more distance between themself and Graham, one hand digging in their pocket as they jogged the short distance away. From the distance, Graham couldn't quite make out the object they held in their hand until they tossed it to the ground, the car suddenly expanding to its full size, Fyshur hopping behind the wheel without a second thought. Graham's eyes widened, baffled by the fact that this Toon had brought a car inside his estate.

"Fyshur! Are you insane?! You brought a car into my home!" Graham shrieked, his voice going up several octaves at the sheer ridiculousness of the situation. Fyshur only laughed with glee, now making the car do donuts, tire tracks streaking across the pristine tiles. They began zipping the car around the spacious lobby, narrowly avoiding the coffee tables and couches, a god-awful screeching sound from the tires piercing the air as they rounded the corner at a high rate of speed.

The car was much too fast now for such a confined space, even with the added square footage of Graham's luxurious place. As the car shot up the steps towards the main entrance, Graham found himself directly in the path of the speeding vehicle. The car collided with Graham's legs, the force sending him flying through the large windows in the front of the building. Fyshur, thankfully wearing a seatbelt, jerked the car to a stop, their fluff spiked all over the place from the windy drive.

Graham sailed through the air, the crash happening too fast for him to react. Shards of glass painted the ground, the sharp fragments sliding across the smooth street outside. To Graham's relief and shock, he collided with a solid form, the familiar smoky scent filling his nose. Flint, who had come for a visit, had been just outside All Star Suites at the time of the occurrence. He'd had quick enough reflexes to reach for Graham as he came hurtling out of the window, but not so quick as to think to brace himself for the impact, both of their metallic bodies clattering to the ground, albeit with much less force than Graham would have had originally.

Their metallic joints creaked as they both sat up, both of them turning to look towards the building, Fyshur still sitting in the now-idling car, all three with their eyes wide from shock. Fyshur was the first one to start laughing, gleeful yet slightly delirious from adrenaline chortles filling the air. Flint was soon to follow, a soft huffy laugh coming from him as he dusted himself and stood up, extending a hand to Graham to pull him up. Graham, in all his dramatics, crossed his arms over his chest and pouted for a moment, before giving in and reaching for Flint's hand, allowing himself to be pulled to his feet before chuckling under his breath, unwilling to give Fyshur the satisfaction of knowing he wasn't pissed. At least not yet.

As with everything in Toontown, the peace never lasted long. But for now, the three were satisfied with knowing that there was never a dull moment.

Fin.

(ok i got carried away. i love you lupa. i hope this is okay i can revise if needed ily again ok byeee <3)

[mahomadjicks]

greening sideshow is like the only currently actively updating fanfic on tt archive that i actually look forward to reading you are so cool bruh

WHAT—Buhhhhhh what do i even say to this im yelling!!

I never expected a work i nearly abandoned to impact this many people im so serious rn—

Obviously thank you so much for sending in this ask it means the world to me and i’m certainly banking on finishing this fic. When its done proper or so I do wanna add bonus chapters and draw some of the scenes and add them into the fic, so you’ll be seeing stuff for Greening sideshow for a bit loll

When it does finish, i will say. I have started work on another fanfic. It isnt in the same universe as Greening, but a lot of the same characters appear. It’s gonna beba lot lighter than Greening too so stay tuned…

Most importantly, I’ll say it again—

[banaroo]

[bubbles-workshop]

Kept forgetting to post this, I redrew a scene from the old version of my fanfic. I really like how Nick turned out

[supertwist-royalty-ttr]

Hi guys :D Some days ago I did a silly writing of an interaction between Clerk and Club President and I kinda liked it 👉🏼👈🏼 It has a lot of headcanons about supervisors and their bondings, so I hope that you like it (And I hope it fits their personalities) hehe

Summary: Club President visits the Clerk for doing the security review of the DA Offices, but before that, they have a long talk which ends focused on another supervisor (👀)

English is not my 1st language, so if there are grammar mistakes, I'm sorry :'D

————

— Good afternoon, my dear friend~

— Good afternoon, Miss President.

— You know why am I here, don't you?

— I do. While you are checking the office, I'll keep working by myself. You can ask me personally about anything.

— Eh? Does CJ give you so much work?

— It's a mutual work, besides there have been a lot of trials recently. — Said while she was coming back to her seat to keep writing.

— Okay, okay, keep working, I'll be doing my check...But you know that you can skip this review for a simple price~

— President, I ask you to not insist with the Virtual Skelecogs. You don't need them and the CEO already said that you won't have them. Besides, bribery is punishable by law.

— At least I tried... — She started to walk through the office. — By the way, it wasn't necessary that you deactivated the security while I was on my way here...

— I activated it back when you got here, with me. — She sighed. — I know you. I know that you would test my security by blows and I don't have time to repair whatever you break. I don't even have time to ask the Factories for spare parts, so I want to keep my cogs and skelecogs the best as I can.

— You're right, and it's better to not associate with the Factories, they are so neglected that I wouldn't be surprised if you received a defective part.

— I trust in Foreman's work, he has never let me down in the times he has offered me his help.

— You shouldn't! He doesn't do his work right...

— Really? So you did his security review, then...

— Exactly, so I know what am I talking about! Besides, he is behaving worse each time...

— Is this another meeting where you vent to me about him?

— No...

— Anyways, I'm already used to listen to you doing that. At least, I know I'm not the only one who does.

— Eh?

— Some time ago, I had a meeting with the Auditor and we could talk a little.

— I didn't know about that...

— You didn't have to. He needed help to program and write some accounts and documents by computer, so he asked me for it.

— Did he come here?

— No, I had to visit him. He was afraid of being robbed.

— I guess you did it in exchange for something, right?

— That's right. He didn't pay any money to me, but he said he could pay me back by a favor between the CFO and the CJ, which is fine for me.

— And why are you telling me that? Does he also has complainings about Foreman?

— No. I think you don't know about this, but they don't get along so badly as you may think. I could tell that their bonding is similar as ours.

— What a bad taste the Auditor has...

— So he's also used to hear a lot of Foreman's ventings.

— What would he need to vent about? His bad work? His inefficient facilities?

— You.

— ...What?

The Clerk stopped looking at her screen for a moment to look Club President directly in her surprised face.

— The Foreman doesn't stop talking about you.

— WHAT!?

— SHHHHHH!

— How can you tell me that, Clerk!? — Said in a lower voice.

— It's what the Auditor told me. If you have any doubts, you should talk to him. — She turned back to her screen to continue typing.

— Of course I'll do it, when I have a step in that mint...

— That's why I told you that I'm not the only one who is fed up of hearing complains about another supervisor. I think that your relationship is very equally.

— I don't talk about Foreman all the time! It's just criticism about the bad work that he does.

— And you do it all the time, as he does it about you, according to the Auditor.

— It can't be possible, what would he have to complain about me? I do everything perfectly! Maybe he couldn't handle the criticism...

— Talk to him about it, President. That problems needs to be solved between yourselves.

— There isn't any problem besides his immaturity.

— President, you and the Foreman are the ONLY supervisors who have a conflict this intense, you are the ONLY one who doesn't trust in his work and you both make me and the Auditor know that you can't tolerate yourselves.

— You know that we all don't get along well, or perhaps you will say that you made friends with the Auditor?

— No, we are both still distrustful of each other and his loud voice still annoys me, but have you ever heard any comment from me about it?

— ...No.

— That's what I'm talking about, President. I suggest you try to solve this conflict with him before it escalates to something worse which can involve the VP or the CEO. We need to have them on our side and that bond can't break.

— Don't be dramatic...

— Are you going to continue your review?

— Yes, I will.