#vanillabomb

[sillymilly]

Now this is what I call relationship goals!

I think the shading here doesn’t make sense. But I see this as a ticket to getting better at it!

Here’s a version with thicker lines because I thought it’ll look better

I saw this picture when I was looking at ship dynamics and I thought it’ll go GREAT with VanillaBomb!!

[nova2cosmos]

Ruvxwhitty my heart is beating so hard, so I have my FNF AU, for these two and others that my heart is also beating hard

👉 @vanillabomb-lover-blog

[nightgeist]

Official announcement regarding my Whitty x Ruv fic, Protecting Him

Hi everyone! I’ve been keeping my followers updated on this recently, but given recent developments, I’ve decided it was time for a fully tagged, official announcement.

As I’m sure some of you are aware, I used to be a Friday Night Funkin fan, and I have a fanfic on AO3 about Whitty and Ruv (romantic) and how they fall into a situation with Updike, here’s the link https://archiveofourown.org/works/32287609/chapters/80030356. I worked on this quite a bit last year, however after several late updates, I suddenly went radio silent. I apologize for this, and I will explain more later on as of why this happened.

However, I’m here to say this fanfic is OFFICIALLY continuing! I just finished putting together a map of plot points for the rest of the fic as well as what I want to work more on and how I want it to all wrap up. I may not be into FNF anymore, but I adored writing this fic and you all have been incredible and supportive. So, I decided it’s about time I bring it back, yeah? :>

I don’t have an official chapter amount, or release date for chapter 20 yet, but I will absolutely keep you all updated. I read through the posted chapters and edited a few typos and added some details, as well as updated the tags! One is a slight hint of what’s to come, as well.

Thank you all so much for the support, and I can't wait to finish more chapters for you guys. I hope this is able to reach my old readers <3

[xeiniex]

heya~✨ hope you don't mind if this runs a little long-!

i'm also looking forward to see the finished product of your original work--once it's published/publicly available, where would we possibly be able to find it? 👀✨ (i also hope you don't get burnt out-!)

and since i saw a few anons posting vanillabomb headcanons and thought i'd be able to share the few scattered ones i have as well~

they both have vastly different and extremely unorthodox ways of showing affection--mostly because they're 1) afraid of seeming cheesy toward the other and 2) public displays of affection make them want to die

whitty attempts to use words and compliments whenever ruv appears more down than usual--it usually ends up sounding like aggressive insults, but they've known each other long enough to get used to it

ruv would, in turn, try to be more physically affectionate--this, however, results in him accidentally but lightly injuring the other; whitty can regenerate pretty quickly though, so it usually isn't a problem (much to sarv's dismay)

of course, sarvente does try to remedy this, but eventually learns that it's useless to recondition their way of 'showing affection'

i would also say that this would stem towards them never publicly talking about their relationship or putting a label on it--they hate that mushy stuff, so they just leave it alone until either of them are ready to talk; they never come to that point

on an unrelated note, they both occasionally deprive themselves of sleep, either from insomnia or generally from feeling too restless to sleep

as a result, when they do eventually pass out from exhaustion, they try to find each other--their excuses:

whitty: "i get hot in my sleep, it just so happens ruv is a walking popsicle-"

ruv: "whitty is a heater."

on a related note, they could end up passing out anywhere without warning: while maintaining the church, while eating, even in public--one would usually pass out before the other, but it usually becomes sarv's problem to lug them onto a real bed

lastly for now, every single date they would have would end in a chase sequence--either by someone from ruv's past coming to haunt him or by the organisation hunting whitty down. either way, it's usually the highest point of their dates, and strangely enough the ones they always look forward to

hope this didn't run too long that you've lost interest, and i'm hoping that you have a great day/afternoon/evening!

Oh yeah, I plan to share my book on here with you all once it's publicly available, like you said. I'd love to talk about it more if there's interest ofc, or I might just post random 0-context updates (and yeah, burnout is one of my biggest fears, which is why I always take long breaks when I write, and never hold myself to an unrealistic standard. You heard it here people, breaks are HEALTHY).

Anyway HOORAY MORE HEADCANONS! :^DDD I've talked about the heater-cooler dynamic before, that's always cute. They also always have the kinda rough-but-sweet love type, which I live for. Idk about if they'd deprive themselves of sleep on purpose, I think both of them just naturally have insomnia, because of their pasts. That way they can nap on each other normally. I love these though, fam. Great HCs!

[harleyfields]

that one stargazing fic idea i made ages ago during my vanillabomb days is still getting love to this day, keep seeing it get likes every day or two.

not sure why that it is, but it makes me happy seeing people find that idea cute and it still gets love, despite me not being into that ship / pairing anymore personally.

[seiqn]

listen, the concept of whitty picking up ruv is cute n’ all, but..

so i don’t think whitty will be able to pick him up lol

however..

the opposite could happen

[bruhhhlookiturhead]

WHAT'S UP UH

[chiaki-amami]

"We are boyfriends" 💗

[joeykel]

Carol: why do you two fall in love with each other?

Whitty: he feeds me ( a lot ).

Ruv: i love watching him eat.

[sillymilly]

I just found out

Ruv and Whitty’s ship name is Vanillabomb. 

Since when did that happen?!?! Last time I was looking at that ship, it still didn’t have a shipname!

[psydtamales]

Last beer I'll be having in this house. Moving to Anaheim tomorrow. So long, farewell. #fundamentalobservation #fo2016 #bottlelogic #stasisproject #ocbeer #vanillabomb #craftcascade #drinklocal #whalesbro #stout (at Yorba Linda, California)

[nightgeist]

I'm getting real tempted to revive my WhitRuv fic even though i haven't written in months. Seeing so many people want it to come back and the continued support is so sweet, and I really wanna have a finished product for you guys even if I'm not in the fanbase anymore.

My college semester is finished, so i might try to write a few short things unrelated to the fic to try to get un-rusty and then i may try to finish it up!! I'll keep you guys updated on if I do!

[xeiniex]

Figured I'll add on for fluffy requests. Whitty has a shit day and is borerling ballistic mode because (insert whatever reason you want). And so Ruv takes him out to a secret spot or something like that and they talk until they're both just happy and content. If that doesn't work or you want more fluff and less hurt/comfort , just Ruv grabbing Whitty's hand and making snarky remarks to an embarrassed Whitty works too-

Nah fam, hurt/comfort is perfect! (There's swearing in this one btw)

Ruv sat on the steps of the church, gazing at the road. Worship ended almost ten minutes ago, and Whitty still wasn't here. Of course, their plans for a "date" had been a text conversation of

"Wanna hang out tonight"

"Yea"

So he probably shouldn't expect him at any specific time. Still. He bobbed his head gently, thinking about whatever topic past his mind. Then, Whitty's voice shot through his head.

He tilted one ear up, listening for it, and quickly getting to his feet. He was shouting, and loudly.

He trotted down the steps and followed his ear, stuffing his hands in his pockets as he walked around the church to the alley behind it. "Whitty?" He called, passing the frosted glass of the greenhouse as he walked. He was getting closer.

He wound through alleys for a while, walking around one corner and freezing. The entire far end of the alley was engulfed in orange smoke, buzzing with swirling shapes. It looked like a portal to hell had opened up.

Ruv almost turned around to nope the hell out of there, when he heard Whitty shouting again. It took a little bit of searching through the orange haze, but then he saw him.

Ruv blinked a few times, his heartrate picking up out of surprise. Whitty looked like he was on the verge of exploding as he shouted lyrics at some blue-haired guy, his body twisting in ways that made Ruv cringe in pain a bit as he screamed.

It was basically against the law to just walk in and stop a rap battle halfway through, but Ruv was sincerely concerned Whitty was about to lose his head. Thankfully, the music halted, and both the blue-haired guy and a girl in an uncomfortably tight dress ran off, leaving Whitty panting and staring at nothing in rage.

Ruv shifted around, not entirely sure if he should run like mad, or stay and try to comfort him, and instead ended up frozen with choice. Whitty's eyes shot up to him, and his epxression softened a little as he stood up straighter. "Go away Ruv!" he called. "Just... leave me alone for a bit!"

Ruv's eyes narrowed, and his head turned towards where the girl and guy had just run off. "You want me to snap some limbs?" he yelled back, accidentally rattling the trash cans he was standing beside.

"No, hell no!" Whitty huffed a few times, pressing his palms into his head. "Just... fucking let them go." he muttered, his back falling to the wall.

The orange haze was starting to dissipate. Ruv still didn't feel very safe, but he knew now he could at least walk up to Whitty without possibly exploding. "Who were thoes assholes?" he yelled, venturing closer.

Whitty's hands curled inward, so his fists pressed into his forehead. "Reminders." he said.

The smell of gasoline drifted by Ruv's nose, meaning Whitty was crying. Ruv looked away, not entirely sure how to deal with that. Whatever he just missed, it was not something Whitty probably wanted to talk about right now. Especially not here.

"Hey uh..." he cleared his throat, glancing away. "Want to... need a tissue?" Fuck, what was he supposed to say?

"I don't fucking need that!" Whitty said, his hands falling as a glare shot by Ruv. The iridescent liquid of gasoline mixed with water was pooling in the bottom of his eyes, and he clenched his fist. He wasn't crying yet, but Ruv could tell he was about to.

He set his jaw. "I can go." he suggested.

Whitty shook his head, wiping his eyes. "Fuck, no, don't. Let's... just go to the church, alright? Just go to the church and fucking... I don't know." he muttered, already standing up and walking past Ruv down the alley.

Ruv's eyes narrowed. He could recognize a shit day from a mile away.

They walked in silence to the church, Whitty occasionally reaching up to rub his head. A small part of Ruv was afraid he'd explode at any second. Whitty was about to walk around to the front doors, when Ruv grabbed his arm.

Whitty yanked it out of his grip, turning to glare at him. Ruv put up his hands. "Did I grab you too hard?" he asked.

Whitty's eyes narrowed. "Why the fuck are you always so worried about shit like that? Think I can't handle you grabbing my damn arm?" his words were hot.

Ruv didn't let them cut him. Instead he sighed, putting his hand in his pocket. "I want to show you something." he said, before turning towards the greenhouse. He heard Whitty follow him, and he walked up to the green glass door, entering the secret passcode and pushing it in. "Come on."

He heard Whitty growl behind him, but follow him in. He shut the door and locked it behind him.

The greenhouse wasn't big or anything. It was just a small place where Sarv grew stuff to give to the food pantry in the summer, like peas and tomatoes. The fern jungle was the only spot that didn't grow food.

Ruv lead him to the jungle, and began to walk into the bush.

"Uh, what the fuck are you doing?" Whitty asked, words spiked with rage, hiding a very different emotion under them.

Ruv gestured him to follow as he walked through the makeshift path. His floor-mattress bed was pressed against the glass wall, and he sat on it as he waited for Whitty to navigate through the bush. Finally, he stood over Ruv, glaring down at him. "This is what you wanted to show me?" he snarled.

Ruv nodded. "This is where I sleep. Every night." he patted next to him, before leaning his back against the cool glass and staring up at the ceiling.

Whitty blinked at him, then sat down next to him, arms crossed. Ruv hadn't realized how hot his body was, just the heat radiating off of him was scalding.

They both stared up as the stars began to fade into existence overhead. The working fountain bubbled, a few cars rolled past the church on the road, and Ruv could smell gasoline again.

"You want to... talk about anything?" he asked, knowing that was a pretty awkward thing to ask.

Whitty was silent for a minute. Then, he finally said, "Do you ever think the universe picks out some people, just to beat them up? Do you ever just feel like a walking punching bag?"

Ruv glanced sideways at him, and nodded. "Yes. I used to a lot more, but I still do."

"But... fucking why? Just why?" his voice crackled as he spoke, and Ruv knew better than to look over now, knowing he'd try to stop again.

"I don't know." He responded instead, closing his eyes and letting himself fall into the enveloping heat coming off of Whitty's body. He blindly reached his hand over, feeling it touch Whitty's. They were hot, but not burning hot. He put his hand on top and spun little circles into the back of his knuckles. "I don't know." he repeated, folding their fingers together.

Whitty chuckled. "Holy hell." he muttered.

Ruv smirked, eyes still closed. "You're really hot, you know."

"Shut the fuck up."

"Nah, I'm burning up here." he leaned in closer, so their arms pressed together. "You have to be the hottest guy I know."

"I said, shut the fuck up." Whitty repeated, this time with a little more humor in his voice. Ruv grinned, leaning his head on his arm.

Whitty leaned back.

"I'm glad the universe gave me you." he muttered at him. "Even if you're an ass sometimes."

"I try." Ruv responded with a chuckle, as he opened his eyes again to watch the stars.

[harleyfields]

Got another prompt idea!

Stargazing w/ vanillabomb!

Likely involving a stolen car (thanks Ruv), the two drive out to the middle of field, get out and onto the cars hood and just kinda... look at the stars, one of them (likely Whitty) resting their head in the others lap, taking in the moment and each others company.

Something cute, something simple in comparison to the last batshit prompt I came up with ages ago!

As always, would love to see y'alls takes on this!