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shitposting-fox · 3 months ago

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Personal head cannon: the reason Okarun gets depressed in his yokai form is due to the lingering effects of Turbo-granny and the location-bound spirit. Spoilers for the manga will be under the cut!

This is due to a few things:

1. The backstory of the tunnel, yokai, and spirit

2. "Dandadan" as a word's potential meaning (major manga spoilers at that point!)

First, the spirits. We've already seen with Momo her ability to view the past of a yokai (Arco Silky) and we know Seiko was aware of the ongoing history behind the tunnel both Turbo-granny and the location-bound spirit where in.

With a combination of the curse, it's not a far stretch that the lingering emotions from the deceased may be having a subtle effect on Okarun.

While it's not been very overt, we've seen how the origin of a yokai is important to how they act. Those who are more vengeful will be more likely to attack whereas those who are from grief may try to protect (albeit a violent way).

While Turbo-granny is in the maneki-neko and her powers are in Okarun, there's a chance that the feelings that helped form those powers may have a subconscious effect on him. Hence, the general depression but extreme protectiveness.

Spoilers from the manga below!!

We saw him literally get on all fours like a guard dog, and push his body to the breaking point repeatedly. Going with the assumption the deceased are subconsciously effecting him, it makes more sense why the protectiveness is amped up too.

Many of the girls were probably desperate for someone to save them, anyone, and that urgency could translate into the need to protect the others (especially Momo) as a result.

The second reason I have this theory is because of the potential meaning of "dandadan"!

This one is a lot more flimsy so bear with me here. While I've already wanted for manga spoilers I'm gonna mention again MAJOR SPOILERS for the manga.

Alright so! Dandadan as a word is similar to だんだん or "dandan" which often translates to "gradually".

I don't know very much about Japanese wordplay besides a few from songs (Love Ka, song based on the Japanese word for frilled shark and the English word love), so I could be completely wrong in this guess. But I feel like the word could be an original creation for implying the gradual change of an individual due to surrounding yokai and spirits

Before I get into the Shinto rambling, I'll mention the big point that got me thinking this was the effects after Okarun lost his powers. He still excelled is a lot of sport areas and, while it could be attributed to him working out consistently, there's also a possibility he has some... Influence, let's say, from a certain yokai.

We haven't seen much of him yet after all of this, so it could be very wrong, but the way it was brought up seemed to imply a greater importance than just normal athleticism.

Now for the Shinto rambling!!

To keep it pretty short: the body plays a major role in Shinto. We've seen it with the golden balls (strong life force amped up by a yokai) plus the give and take of various yokai forms (physicality for Okarun, hair treatment for Aira).

Shinto itself has the body on a pretty high importance. Most Asian religions tend to have more focus on the body, weather it be on asceticism (bodily denial) or purity

Dandadan has shown a lot of Shinto aspects already, from the existence of Yokai and Kami to the various interacts people have with the world.

Since the body is important, it's not too far a stretch to assume the continued themes of religion and the body are going to continue through the rest of the series.

While it may not be as overt as Okarun attempting to get the rest of his genitalia back, it's still likely to appear as a major plot point.

Hence, the potential implications of "dandadan"

I could be remembering wrong, but I believe at one point Count Saint Germain even asked someone if they knew the meaning of the word, which implies it may be crucial to his current purpose in the story

We already know there's a large group of aliens who want to steal the yokai and Kami abilities so they can take over Earth and colonize more planets, and many are looking into ways of stealing them.

With the introduction of Kouki and people's powers being able to be stolen from a direct injury, we can reason that the current goal is for the aliens to find a way to get more people's powers to be then transfered to themselves.

If we go under the assumption dandadan is the gradual bleeding over of powers and/or merging of aura to where it allows a human to gain more supernatural powers they wouldn't have otherwise, it makes sense that Count Saint Germain and/or the invading aliens are attempting to find a way to utilize this ability

Of course this could be completely wrong, but it's been rotating in my brain for a while. Wanted to get it out there somewhere lol

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clowntrickery08 · 9 days ago

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I remember I wrote this in the middle of the night I think at 3 AM at like last week before I went to bed It was like an idea for an AU or something like that but anyway here you go and hear some sketches and drawings with it as well. And I’m so sorry for my bad grammar.

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OK, I would like to think when Ralph and Turbo meet again is when Ralph is trying to find Penelope because the plug with the computers back on he wants to go find her to surprise her but instead of finding Penelope he Fine turbo instead of being mad he’s more surprised, and confused he wants to ask how is he still alive but he doesn’t get a chance because Turbo tells him to run why is because he’s being chased by cyber police or virus police OK (side, note. I personally has never watched the second movie cause I didn’t like it and it made me cringe all the time but I am stubborn so I’m adding it here even though I don’t like the movie, but I’m gonna keep Ralph’s personality the same way he was in the first movie because they did my boy run in the second movie OK finish renting anyway)

I like to think they know each other in the past they weren’t exactly friends, but they were kind of friends because turbo was the only person that weren’t really scared of Ralph at that time I think they were more like smoking, buddies even though Ralph did didn’t smoke or like cherry eating buddies but the only time when he seen turbo wasn’t smoking is with Felix. He always assumed that they were dating just assume he wouldn’t ask. It was not his business but every time when he looked, he always sort of catch turbo looking at him. Okay anyway. after the cyber police or virus police he would explain how he’s here and still alive and then they get into dumbass adventures, and and get closer it sort of like an enemies to friends to lovers thing. I’m going here and something bad

happens where turbo glitched really bad and turns into Cy-Bug, King Candy's and one of the cyber police like shoot him and electrocute him and instead of Ralph leaving him and going to try find Penelope again, instead he grab him and runs back to the entrance to the arcade and that’s all I got so yeah

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chasingstardustandmoonbeams · 1 month ago

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Once More V

A/N: It took longer than expected, but science is hard, okay? I hope it makes a bit of sense. I tried my best. I hope the conclusion satisfies you! I know in the end we always want more, but I hope it ties everything up.

Word Count: 2.8k

Warnings: None

Masterlist

You took a steadying breath as you awoke once more into existence. Eyes closed, your fingers brushed against your lips. You could still feel Spock’s lips pressed against your own. It seemed unreal to you, all of it. The loop, your feelings, his feelings.

Your goal was still the same, find a way out of the loop. But now? Now you had even more reason to escape. You wanted all of it to be real. More real than it felt now. To have people know, understand, to move forward, together.

A newfound determination found you as you opened your eyes. You would figure your way out of this together, no matter how many more loops it took.

Quickly, you got dressed. You grabbed your data pad off the table and opened your door. Spock stood tall in front of you. The corner of his mouth twitched slightly as if he was trying to suppress a smile. His eyes softened when he looked at you, taking in every inch of your face as if he was seeing you for the first time.

“Y/N,” he said warmly.

“Spock,” you smiled in response. Stepping to the side to let him in.

“I believe I have an idea of where we might start,” Spock quirked his head to the side as he looked at you.

“Engine room?” You smirked at him, your own brain running a million miles a minute with possibilities. Your last loop with him truly had been a fresh start, everything had truly lead to this moment.

Spock raised an eyebrow, the corner of his mouth curving upwards. “Yes,” he replied softly.

You both walked shoulder to shoulder towards the turbo lift. You designated the engine room, before leaning casually against the elevator. The turbo lift was filled with comfortable silence. You spared a glance at Spock who was already looking at you.

Before either of you had the chance to break the silence, the turbo lift stopped. The both of you walked into the room gaining curious expressions from the crew around the room.

“Lieutenant Spock, to what do we owe the pleasure?”

The both of you turned to the left to see Commander Pelia smiling knowingly at the pair of you.

“Commander -” You started but she waved you off.

“This way please,” She motioned for you and Spock to follow her towards the warp core. “Now,” she paused looking you both up and down. “What have you both figured out?”

You and Spock glanced at each other, each of your faces furrowing in confusion.

“Commander I-”

“I am thousands of years old, do you really think I can’t recognize when space time has changed? Have we had this conversation before?”

You bit your lip shaking your head. It struck you in that moment that you and Spock had both neglected to try asking Pelia for help. Still, you were apprehensive to divulge anything in fear that you both might trigger another loop.

“It would not be wise for us to ask for assistance from you,” Spock answered flatly.

“Oh,” Pelia shrugged, “Is it one of those? Well. My only suggestion would be to make sure you have great timing. Timing is everything after all.”

Pelia walked past you both, leaving you speechless.

Spock arched an eyebrow before walking towards the warp core control panel.

Timing is everything, you let the thought roll around in your head as you pulled up the recent data for the anomaly.

You both started timing each occurrence as it appeared. The anomaly would appear every thirty three minutes for roughly two point five seconds. In turn, during every surge in the storm you both timed and calculated the energy surge that accompanied it.

It had taken you both roughly five hours of continuous work to get a true pattern in the readings before you both were satisfied. You sat back in your chair and stretched out your arms.

“It is likely that the energy storm from the surge occurred exactly when the anomaly appeared during the turbo lift malfunction. If all three occurrences happened simultaneously it would be logical to conclude that it created a chain reaction. However, this does not account for our spontaneous resets or our inability to discuss the matter with our friends.”

You sighed, stretching out your neck. “No, it doesn’t. But we could probably spend at least another two hundred loops trying to figure that one out. I think our best bet is to try and see if we can somehow figure out how to time all three events again.”

Spock paused, his fingers flying over his data pad as he worked out calculations. “If we could somehow simulate the exact settings of our first accident it might be able to propel us outside of the loop.”

“So you’re saying, like, a manual reset?”

“Yes, in theory.”

You rubbed your fingers against your temple. “So it’s like we’re trapped inside some sort of energy box caused by the storm and the anomaly, and if we somehow time the accident when the two events converge, we might be able to launch ourselves outside of the energy box and back into the proper space time?”

“In essence, yes,” Spock set down his data pad and looked at you, “However, we have no way of knowing when exactly we would be put back. It could be at the exact time of the event, a month later, or perhaps even years after.”

You swallowed, your eyes catching Spock’s. Pelia’s words echoing in your head, timing is everything.

“Well, I think we already established that there isn’t anyone I would rather be stuck in a time loop or lost in time with,” you smiled softly.

“Agreed,” Spock nodded at you, his brown eyes softening.

“Well no time like now to test it out, right?” You smiled.

Spock gave you a small nod as the both of you made your way to the turbo lift. You both waited in the turbo lift, your eyes locked on the timer on the data pad.

Three minutes until the anomaly and the storm converged.

“How should we-” You started to say, but the lights had begun to flicker in the turbo lift. The turbo lift shuddered, dropping with a violent speed.

You and Spock laid yourselves down against the floor of the turbo lift, fear starting to creep up on you. Dying, especially like this, had not gotten any easier for you in all your loops.

“Is it too early?” You shouted, the rush of the turbo lift as it cut through the air was nearly deafening.

“We have approximately one minute until the two converge, but at this rate of speed-”

You gasped for air, reaching for Spock’s hand before -

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You sat up gasping for air, your hand against your chest.

“Damn it,” you grumbled, forcefully kicking the sheets off of you and getting dressed.

You rushed out of the door towards Spock, he looked nearly as disheveled as you as he walked towards you down the hallway.

“What did we miss?” You asked, your eyes searching his for answers.

“I do not know. It is possible that we may need to have a proper propellant.”

“Like actually fly through the storm at the exact time of it converges with the anomaly? Did that happen the first time?”

“It is possible, and likely. We would not have been aware inside of the turbo lift.”

“How are we going to convince the Captain to fly through the storm without him knowing why?”

Spock thought a moment before his eyes met yours again. “I do not know.”

You took a deep breath. “Okay,” you nodding absentmindedly. You walked towards the bridge with Spock following behind you.

“Query,” he said softly, causing you to stop walking.

“Yes?”

“What is your plan?”

“Don’t have one,” you smiled before walking onto the bridge. Your eyes scanned the room, looking.

“Lieutenant L/N, Lieutenant Spock,” Captain Pike raised his eyebrows at you both, but was still giving you a warm smile. He gave you both permission to enter the bridge.

“Apologies Captain, but I need to speak with Lieutenant Ortegas. Engineering spotted an issue with the nav and I would like to fix it before it becomes an issue.”

Captain Pike nodded his head at you, his expression still quizzical as Spock trailed behind you.

Erica had an almost identical expression on her face as you knelt down next to her pretending to look at her control panel.

“What are you doing?” She questioned you.

“Do you trust me?” You looked at her, really looked at her. Erica blinked quickly, her eyes bouncing between you and Spock.

“What’s going on,” she asked, her expression growing more concerned by the second.

“Do you trust me, Erica?”

“You know I do,” she answered, shifting her weight in the seat.

“Then don’t ask any questions - just, I need you to do something for me. You’re going to think I’m crazy, but I need you to do this. I need your help.”

Erica sat up a bit straighter, her expression growing more determined. “Anything, tell me.”

Erica hovered closely as you explained to her about the storm. You tried your best to leave out any information that she wouldn’t need to know. Simply telling her that she needed to fly through the storm at an exact moment.

You could see the questions forming on her face, but she held them back and simply nodded.

Spock wordlessly followed you down the hallway and into the turbo lift.

“Do you believe Lieutenant Ortegas will be able to get it done?” Spock asked you as you both walked into the turbo lift.

“Yes,” you answered simply. “That’s what friends - family do.”

Spock watched you as you leaned back against the turbo lift.

“Second times a charm?” You asked, a little unsure of yourself.

“Considering the variables-”

“Spock?”

“Yes?”

“Just say you think it will work,” you say his mouth open, “even if you’re not sure.”

“I think it will work.”

“Thank you,” you smiled, “When-”

You received your answer when the turbo lift began to rapidly descend again. Spock was looking at the data pad in his hands.

“It still does not appear to have enough force,” Spock swayed as you both landed hard on the floor of the turbo lift.

“I don’t understand!” you yelled out. Your heart racing as you both plummeted. Spock hovered over your, his body shielding yours.

“It appears we-”

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Agitation flowed through you as you rounded the corner towards Spock. You met him near the end of the hallway.

“We must generate enough force as we travel through the storm.”

You looked at Spock, worrying your lip. “Pelia said it was all about timing. What if- what if we need to somehow manually drop the turbo lift?”

“Accelerating the speed ourselves would prove to be useful, however, it will not be enough force.”

You could feel eyes on you both as they walked passed you in the hallways. You tried to rake your brain for something - anything that would help you both.

“The warp core,” you breathed out.

“It would be enough if to push us through, however-”

“One of us would need to tell Erica to fly the ship and the other would need to manually drive the warp core.”

“We might not have enough time to get back to the turbo lift.”

“We can if we run, if we time it just right,” you said desperately. “This has to work, Spock.”

Spock took a deep breath before nodding. “I will go to the warp core-”

“No, I will. I’m the engineer, remember?” You smiled warmly at him.

“Lieutenant Ortegas will not-”

You touched his arm, Spock’s words dying in his mouth. “You're Erica’s friend too. She trusts you.”

Spock gave you a small nod.

“We have,” you paused to look at your data pad, “About twenty five minutes until our next chance. We both need to be in that turbo lift in,” you sighed, “at least twenty three minutes if we have any chance of making it.”

“I will meet you at the turbo lift,” Spock swallowed, his hand reaching for yours. Gently, he rubbed his thumb against your knuckles, his eyes closed.

Your other hand reached up and brushed against his cheek, “We can make it, Spock. And then we - we can move forward, together.”

Spock took one last deep breath before opening his eyes.

You gave him a broad smile, “I’ll see you soon,” you said before you turned and ran through the hall.

You quickly took the turbo lift down to engineering. You weaved through your crew mates as you made your way to the warp core. Your fingers flew over the control board overriding all of the safety protocols. You glanced at your discarded data pad, twelve minutes.

You were nearly done when Sigala caught you.

“What are you-?”

“Sigala,” you started.

He slowly approached you looking over your work. His eyes snapping back to yours. “If you do this, the warp core might -”

“I know, Alex, but I have to do this. You don’t understand.”

“Help me to,” he said. His fingers hovering his own data pad.

“I,” you glanced at your data pad, six minutes. “I can’t tell you. I need you to believe that I would never put anyone at risk. Can you believe that?”

He swallowed, glancing between you and the control panel.

“Okay,” he nodded.

“Okay?”

“Alex, I need to go. Please don’t-”

He wearily nodded at you, “I won’t.”

You grabbed your data pad, four minutes. You spared Sigala one last glance before you ran towards the turbo lift. You anxiously moved around the turbo lift before getting off. In a sprint you ran towards Spock.

Your heart was racing, adrenaline coursing through you as you ran. Not again. Not this time. It wouldn’t happen again - you wouldn’t let it. This had to end and it had to end now.

You turned a corner and made your way to the turbo lift. Spock stood tall - his eyes solely on you. One minute, you breathed. Spock had already pried open the control panel. He had tried his best to rewire it. You spared him a glance with his work before you quickly set about fixing it. The turbo lift doors closed, as you held the wires in your hand. You took one step back, hand hovering over the comm panel.

“Together?” He said simply, his eyes taking in your face.

“Together,” you repeated. You stood in front of him now, both your hands over the comm panel. Your fingers brushed against each other, Spock took a step closer towards you.

Neither of you looked away as you both pushed down.

The rush of wind hit you as you both plummeted down, you swallowed as Spock held onto you. His eyes never left yours as he tried his best to steady both of you. You blinked back tears as the familiar white light encompassed you both.

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Your eyes flung open, as you gasped for breath. You were blinking roughly unable to see in front of you.

“Spock?” you croaked out, your voice hoarse.

“Easy, now.”

You blinked to see Captain Pike standing next to you. You were in Medbay. You were in Medbay, not your room.

“Y/N?”

You turned to see Spock next to you on the other biobed.

“What day is it?” You stammered out.

“Sunday,” Captain Pike looked at you curiously.

“Holy shit,” you choked out. “Spock we did it.

“Did what exactly?” Chapel was looking at you both in confusion. “You both were in a turbo lift accident a few days ago, we were worried you weren’t going to wake up.”

“I-” you stammered.

Everyone was staring at you now. You felt yourself become flush. The time loop had happened right? Your comatose mind hadn’t made that up. You were afraid to glance at Spock.

“Right, well, why don’t we leave you two to rest a bit before we catch you up.” Captain Pike gently grabbed your shoulder. “It’s good to have you both back.”

You swallowed thickly as you watched them leave the room. You let a few beats pass before you gradually looked at Spock.

“Spock-”

“I believe the third times the charm is the correct phrase?”

You blinked back tears as you looked at him. You practically launched your body at his as you embraced him.

“Spock?” your thoughts and feelings a bit hazy.

“Yes?” He breathed out.

“Happy Sunday,” you laughed. Your endless Thursday’s now over.

“Happy Sunday, Y/N,” Spock said warmly.

The both of you sat down on your biobed shoulder to shoulder. Your world was still full of endless possibilities, but now they meant something. Each choice you made mattered again. You only had one opportunity, and as you looked at Spock, you knew you weren’t going to let this one get away from you.

Pelia was right after all, timing really was everything.

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sugar-crash · 4 months ago

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🏎️Turbo (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Reader🏁

(First Date Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine)

(Request here! This song is getting popular all of sudden for some reason?? Like I’m glad it’s getting the recognition it deserves it just surprises me how quick songs get popular. Already brushed upon this idea but getting into deeper detail is something I’m all for ngl)

- Again he’s not much of a date guy, not wanting to put much effort into anything, having the idea that just because you guys are a thing now he doesn’t need to... He’s an idiot if I haven’t established that fact enough.

- He eventually gets it through his thick skull that doing nothing romantic with you is unacceptable and slowly attempts to be more of a boyfriend and not some guy you hang out with and kiss in private.

- Dates with him even after his “mind-bending epiphany”, there’s an effort now but it’s executed in a very lax manner, like getting you some food after hours and chatting with you while sitting on the roof of his kart.

- I think sometimes dates are either planned or rather spontaneous in a “may as well” kind of way, like, you’re here, he’s here, date time.

- His stubborn nature tends to make him insist on having dates in either his own or older games for the sake of being somewhere familiar… This is understandable but he never frames it that way, calling a game you suggest you guys go to as “brainless” among other things.

- He takes great pride in his game so it’s one of his main hang-out spots, usually orbiting around the idea of simply staying in Turbo Time and showing off his large and ever-growing display of trophies to you for the umpteenth time.

- That cocky part of his personality lets itself known during your dates… Honestly lets it be known in general so not much of a difference, except he’s trying to get your attention rather than other people.

- A more covert part of himself yearns for your approval, seeking it whenever the chance arises, he realizes dates give him a reason to get it. Becoming more keen with the concept as he gets your undivided attention.

- I think the first official date between you two was in Turbo Time, again not a very romantic one but there was an effort and he expects to be rewarded for it, kisses are acceptable payment.

- Bring some food with him so you two aren’t just sitting there doing absolutely nothing… It’s kinda awkward at first because you two are just eating in silence for like a good minute before someone breaks the ice and that innate ability to talk about stupid things between the two of you is activated.

It probably ends with you guys kissing in his kart, a surprisingly pleasant end that is quickly ruined when a smug look makes its way onto his face and you have to push his face away with a scoff.

- Has a tendency to belittle anything else you have planned that doesn’t include him, calling them inherently stupid under the guise of a joke… A very unfunny joke.

- He’s a bit (really) toxic if that hasn’t been hammered in already, having the ugly habit of only thinking about himself and what others could do to help him.

- You’re no exception, taking him a while to adjust to having to think about you and what you may think about something, with those dates being a good example of that.

- His downright horrid perspective is baffling and shows you how this guy was created to be a winner, just not a noble one.

- Talking about winners, I think he calls himself as such when talking about your relationship, especially after this special date and high off of the emotions it warranted from him.

- That date specifically is the start of an era between the two of you, really puts things into perspective for Turbo— That now he isn’t as invincible as he originally thought, that there’s things beyond just winning.

- It wasn’t about winning in the first place, it simply gave him what he craved the second he got the taste of it when his game got its La first-ever quarters by a gamer whose name has been long since forgotten to him, power.

- Those attempts I think in a way give him this idea that “following the program” is something he doesn’t need to follow, he’s Turbo— And having a relationship with someone so… Different to him is something his programming was initially opposed against, only for it to work for you two… For the most part.

- He’s Turbo and can do whatever he wants with you by his side, whether his intentions for the natural order of things around him are good or not.

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velvet-apricots · 4 months ago

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Who is the best Demigod at sex? Who is the least skilled one? List them in order of skill increasing! (also you can exclude Miquella if you want, their age thing is complicated)

The demi-god that is the worst at sex is Morgott. He has never touched his dick, he has never looked at a person naked. he is so deeply ashamed of himself that he can not even stomach the though of himself having sex. Not only would his cursed seed be touching someone, the thought of reproducing and making more omens is just... yeah he's not fucking anything any time soon.

The second worse demi-god at sex is Messmer. Man has mommy issues up the wazzu. He is too obsessed with doing what his mommy wants to have time for anything sexual. And if he did fuck someone, he probably would break down crying because he's not felt a tender touch in so long that he would be overwhelmed. He is a soggy wet cat of a man who also happens to be a genocidal tyrant. he is better than Morgott because he probably has jerked off a few times, and he has enough game to pull the affection of ONE woman, who would die for him.

The third worst Demi-god at sex is a tie between Ranni and Malenia. Ranni was a turbo virgin obsessed with magic and breaking free of her fate. She had no time for anything like that. And when she does finally have time... She lost her body. The best she can give is a handjob or oral sex. And idk what her mouth or hands are made of so that might not be pleasant. Malenia on the other hand is literally walking around with scarlet rot. Even just serving her as a cleanrot knight is an assurance of getting infected. NOT ONLY THAT her genitals and many other places on her body have rotten away. Any chance she had at experiencing sex is kinda ruined now. Like if you fingered her and took time with it, sure she might get off on it, but she would rather just swing her sword around.

The most middleground Demi-god when it comes to sex is a tie between Godrick and Radahn. Like yeah Radahn can fuck you, and he's got a big dick, but he cares more about hitting things and being crazy horse girl than fucking things. I don't think he knows where the clitoris is. Godrick on the other hand has fucked at least once, if gostoc is his son. However he is so utterly repulsive that its not pleasant to have sex with him. He smells rancid.

The demi-god that is third best at sex is Godwyn. I headcanon that he had many lovers over the years and actually had a pretty strong linage made up of several sons and one daughter. He might have fucked a dragon too. IDK.

Second best at sex is a tie between Godfrey and Rykard. Godfrey was very passionately in love with Marika, but he had to learn how to have sex. That man was not a virgin by any means but he had no fucking idea how to make her cum. So she had to teach him. He eventually became quite good at it. Rykard has a wife, she is obsessed with him. They probably have really freaky sex. That instantly makes him second best.

The Demi-god that is the best at sex is Mohg. Like, there is no question it's Mohg. Dude is in a sadomasochistic cult built on fucked up love. He fucks and he fucks a lot. And unlike his brother, the thought of siring a load of omen kids makes him enthusiastic. YES. MORE CURSED BLOOD. YES. AHAHAHAHAHA!

I am not doing Miquella out of fear for my own safety.

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burgerrat · 4 months ago

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" All it takes is two bad races, and you're out. " - NASCAR: Full Speed

I think it's time we talk about IRL racing a little bit. Because if you know how real racers are like on tracks, Turbo's behaviour is nothing short of common. And another thing that makes me believe that Felix misread the situation since he and Turbo were neighbours and there's a chance he knew what Turbo's ego was like.

In Wreck-It Ralph, when we get a timeskip of the 30 years in the beginning, you don't really see any other racing games. TurboTime was the only racing game in the Arcade.

Do you know what any racecar driver is like? Competitive, EXTREMELY so, and they are extremely pressured- because they have fans, they have watchers, they have their team who believe that they are going to win this race. There's racecar drivers who are so competitive they don't even try to make friends with their competitors, they attack them. They're not there to make friends, they're there to win. And that is what Turbo was made for, to be controlled by a player and to win.

It's not unheard of racecars crashing into eachother because a driver purposefully bumped hard into them. Or getting into fist fights and needing to be separated by their team after a race. And if you're a BIG name in the game and you lose? That pressure I mentioned earlier grows tenfold for the next race, if the racecar driver stays in line and manages to get more wins than losses, otherwise, you're out of the picture in racing.

The Twins being Turbo's competitors in game was alright: they're what challenges the main character, Turbo, in the race, making his game all the more intriguing for players and keeping them interested. Turbo loses because of a bad player? Well that's no issue, it could make the player become more competitive since they will want to practice again, and again.

That competition was fine for Turbo because it never truly affected him. He still had everything, fans, attention, and at the end of the day he'd still win even if he crossed the finish line in 2nd place because he had many players.

But...

What happens when there's another racing game? Another competitor, this one an actual threat, outside of your control? Outside your game?

If Roadblasters remained, the new racing game out of two in the whole arcade, it would've absolutely become the next popular racing game because it's just as competitive, with better graphics, and what of the old school, 8-bit racer in white and red? How many in the arcade would've joked about him being in second place? How many in the Arcade would try to ridicule him, do you think? And what of the competitors themselves? They were racers, same as him. Of course they wouldn't be friends.

The image of a racecar driver is everything to them. The expectation of that person their fans, their watchers, their team, see them as.

If players used Roadblasters, who looked better, than TurboTime, soon they wouldn't see that game in the same light they did before. You can't look at Pokemon Red and tell me it's the same as Pokemon Legends Arceus. New things that look better and have different mechanics can be more appealing to people. And Turbo knew that.

Might I mention again both of these games are about racecar drivers? They would have never become friends. They would've become enemies. A lot of racers that have won on multiple tracks don't go there to make friends.

They race to win. And a lot of them will stop at nothing, even if it costs their life.

#wreck it ralph #turbo #my writing #honestly are you even surprised that I'm into motorsports thanks to this gremlin #i'm nit shitting you man racing is a dangerous sport but holy hell is it so good

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aninonimosstuff-blog · 2 months ago

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🥀🪽

I really like these two...... Gift for @lazymonth .......

#wir #wreck it ralph #art #turbotime #turbotastic #wondergotten #turbo #second chances au #Turbo!SC #ibispaintx #I can't believe this took me 5 hours smh im so disappointed in myself but whatever #hope they like it

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yourguardianangelturbo · 1 month ago

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Chapter 1

Part 2/???

#second chances au #turbo!sc #wir #wreck it ralph #king candy #king candy wir #turbo wir #turbo wreck it ralph #turbotastic #art #wir oc #wreck it ralph oc #SC Motherboard #ibispaintx

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imthepunchlord · 2 months ago

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Fear

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The secondary bell sounded off, and Seiko froze at its chime, looking up to meet Turbo Granny’s gaze from their game. Seiko slowly turned, to stare at the door, seeing a dark shape on the other side. She took a drag of her cigarette, anticipating trouble.

She had wards placed all around her home to discourage the visit of all yokai, mainly to settle down Okarun and discourage any territory guarding.

For one to come despite the wards, that meant it was powerful, or it was welcomed.

Of those that were welcomed, to set off that chime, concerned her more than the possibility of a powerful yokai treading into her home.

Seiko arose, grasping Nessie and headed for the door. Bracing for trouble, she flung it open, ready for an attack.

The attack didn’t come, but it didn’t stop Seiko from being startled.

Four Eyes stood before her, but it wasn’t quite him anymore.

This… this was the most monstrous she’s ever seen him.

There was no trace of humanity to be seen in his features. The black maw molded over his face entirely, cracked open, showing a second set of teeth in his mouth, constantly spewing black smoke. His glasses seemed to become his eyes, big and glowing, merged into the mask. The white hair had become a flaming mane, with red wisps flickering over the locks. He stood on four long, gangly limbs, his back covered by the smoke he breathed out, and Seiko noted his hands had been morphed into misshapen paws, though still retaining a semblance of human hands. Though barely.

There was a hissing rumble from Four Eyes, his voice deep and changed, sounding very much like demonic rasp, his teeth clacking together as the inner maw moved. It almost sounded difficult to speak.

“Momo. She got hurt. Help. Her.”

It was then that Seiko noticed one of his hands was cupped beneath him. Pressed to his chest protectively was her granddaughter, unconscious, with a bloody face.

Seiko swore, instinctively moving to reach for her only to freeze when Four Eyes hissed dangerously, taking a step back, bringing Momo even closer to him.

“Four Eyes,” Seiko warned.

“She can’t help her if you hold her, Idiot,” Turbo Granny grouched behind Seiko.

Turbo Granny got an angry hiss for that, but it seems the logic reasoned out for the yokai. Reluctantly, he held out Momo, as gently as he could.

Seiko didn’t take Momo from him yet, still wary to set Four Eyes, but she did take the chance to look over Momo. Thankfully, from what Seiko can assess, there was nothing too drastic. A bad scrape on her forehead, but it seems she just got knocked out.

Seiko drew away, pointing to the door. “Bring her inside,” she instructed.

With a deep rumble, Four Eyes did so, heavily lumbering in, smoke trailing behind him. Going to the den, he laid Momo out on the mat on the floor and laid down beside her, the empty glowing gaze seemingly locked on her.

Tentatively moving around Four Eyes, Seiko got to work, wiping and cleaning the wound before she bandaged it up. Then making a quick prayer, Seiko used her divine power to check over Momo and heal anything else.

Seiko drew away, declaring, “She’s all set.”

She quickly leaned when that big black maw came towards her.

“Not awake.”

“She’ll wake up when she wakes up, Brat,” Turbo Granny grouched.

With an agitated growl, Four Eyes slammed his paw-hand on Turbo Granny, pinning the angry cat down.

“Get off me!” Turbo Granny snarled.

“She’s right, Four Eyes,” Seiko said. “She just needs rest. And you need to calm down.”

Those literal glassy eyes turned towards her.

“You’re practically a full blown yokai right now. You’re too volatile and that makes you dangerous.”

Four Eyes snarled, clacking his maw dangerously, “I won’t hurt her.”

“I don’t trust your word,” Seiko stated flatly. “Not when I see how easily Turbo Granny is able to get under your skin.”

Four Eyes turned to eye the snarling cat, then released her. Instead of running away, Turbo Granny went to leap at his face and try to claw at him. Only to not even deliver a scratch at the hardened flesh that covered his face. Eventually, Turbo Granny dropped down, exhausted from trying to make a dent in that hardened face.

Seiko continued, “If you're not able to calm down, I will make wards to keep you out.”

Four Eyes was quiet for a moment, and in a pleading rasp, he promised, “Calm down. I calm down. No send away.”

He turned his glassy gaze to Momo, repeating desperately, “No send away.”

Seiko took in the pleading request, watching the yokai settle himself down, reaching for in a shy touch. He seemed to forget about them as he lay there, awaiting for Momo to awaken. Breathing out her own smoke, Seiko repeated, “You get one chance, Four Eyes. Do anything I don’t like and you’re out.”

He didn’t respond, just locked on Momo.

Seiko got up, grumbling about getting dinner started, making sure to stay vigilant in case Four Eyes did anything.

It was nearly an hour when Momo awoke, roused by the smell of dinner. She groaned, feeling achy, groggy, and hungry. Not ready to open her eyes, she mumbled out, “Whaz’s dinner te’night?”

She was about to sit up when she felt a familiar hard maw immediately pressed against her, blowing hot breath in her face.

“Okaruuun,” she whined, “give me a minute.”

Though try as she might, she couldn’t get that maw to move away. Momo decided then to use him as a means to help sit up, wincing at the dizziness she felt. Okarun thankfully stayed still, letting her lounge on his face until she collected herself.

“Dinner's going to be dumplings,” Gran answered from the kitchen.

Momo hummed at that, finally opening her achy eyes.

And saw two big, glassy, glowing eyes peering back at her intently, framed by bright red lines.

Momo fought the instinctive response to jerk back, immediately recognizing Okarun’s aura in front of her. She did sit back, taking in his monstrous appearance, how he loomed over her and seemed to take over the den with his size and presence.

“Okarun?” Momo asked, struggling with this new form.

“Momo,” he growled, and she could almost hear the hint of affection and relief. He drew near to gently nuzzle her, his long gangly arms coming to wrap around her—

A dumpling hit the big glassy eye, making the yokai pause.

“She literally just woke up, Four Eyes, give her some breathing room.”

Okarun didn't move right away to obey, if anything, his arms twitched as if he was going to fully pull Momo into his hold. Momo lightly pushed against his maw and Okarun eased away, a big long tongue coming out to lick up the dumpling on his face.

“What happened to him?” Momo asked as Seiko brought the food in, setting it on the table.

“Was hoping you'd know.”

Okarun’s long nail slid the platter of dumplings to Momo.

“Eat.”

Seiko slammed her chopsticks onto the platter, scooting it back to the center. “This is a family meal.”

Okarun hissed at Seiko. “Momo hurt.”

“I'm not eating all of that, Okarun,” Momo stated. Though she did grab a couple for herself, just in time for Turbo Granny to run in to join them, starting to fight Seiko for the other dumplings.

Momo tried offering a dumpling to Okarun but his maw stayed shut. He just kept staring down at her expectantly.

“So what were you facing?” Seiko asked.

“Some damn bounty hunter alien the Serpo hired,” Momo grouched. “Caught us by surprise.”

“Luckily it was nothing serious, at worst a knockout.”

Okarun made a sort of hissing noise, Momo suspected it to be a sigh.

“Four Eyes here I expect got scared and mad,” Seiko gave him an eyeball, “until he calms down, he won't be back to normal.”

Momo shot him a concerned look. “Like, I'm ok. I'm awake and fine. Are you still scared, Okarun?”

“Yes.”

“And mad?”

“Yes.”

“Well, damn, sorry for getting caught off guard.”

Okarun immediately nuzzled Momo, rumbling out, “I'm sorry. You hurt.” He clacked his maw, growling deeply, “Never again.”

Momo recalled the day of her abduction, of Okarun coming to her aid through Turbo Granny's rampage. She remembered his passionate promise to become a monster for her safety. She wondered now if that promise always stuck with him, and that affected his cursed form.

Momo finished her meal, bid her thanks, and announced she was heading to her room.

“Keep your door open,” Seiko said.

“I will,” Momo eased with a grumble, going up the stairs.

Okarun arose to follow unprompted, his steps heavy behind her, making the stairs groan in protest under his weight. Momo tried to ignore how his breath was always at the back of her neck with how close he followed her.

She got some relief when she reached her room, Okarun lingering by the door despite Momo leaving it open for him. She turned to him, stating, “I’m going to clean up and change clothes. Turn away.”

Okarun didn’t move right away, then he shuffled in place, turned away from her and laid down in front of her room. Momo frowned. He was so big that his form blocked off most of the door. Freshening up and changing, Momo plopped herself down on bed with a sigh, feeling the mattress bounce her. Glancing at the yokai still laid out on the floor, she called, “You can come join me now.”

Okarun shifted to life, his body groaning as he moved, shuffling to face her with bright, glowing eyes. He hesitated for a moment before he took a step into her room, maneuvering a little as he was almost too big for her door. He came to loom over her, casting a dark shadow over her. One paw-hand came up, to test the mattress, and it dipped so low and groaned so loud, Okarun drew away as Momo started to roll towards him.

Adjusting herself to sit up, Okarun settled just his head on the bed, sighing out dramatically.

Ignoring the gloomy aura he was giving off, Momo shuffled closer to his head. With a gentle touch, she started to probe and explore this new head. It felt like his whole face was covered in a hardened mask, with nothing of his human features to be seen. She lightly tapped the glasses, finding they really were molded into this new head. She wondered if they were made to be more durable in this form. Lastly she reached for his hair, feeling the soft, ethereal locks curl around her hand as they weaved and swayed.

The whole time, Okarun stayed still as Momo explored him, enjoying her touch and attention.

“Dang, Okarun,” Momo voiced, “you really took this to the extreme.”

“I will go farther,” Okarun promised, but it didn’t bring her the assurance he was aiming for, but a frown.

“What if you go so far, you don't come back?” Momo protested. “Can you transform back? Why haven't you?”

“Still scared. You scared me.”

“I'm probably going to scare you a lot,” Momo admitted. Okarun leaned forward, nuzzling her. She hugged his head back, continuing, “And you're probably going to scare me too.”

“I don’t want to.”

“And I don’t either.” She rested her head on top of his own, feeling his hair curl and shift under her cheek. One finger came up, tracing along the red lines, feeling the rough, ridged mask under her fingertip. She declared, “I miss your squishy face.”

“...I miss laying in bed.” He leaned heavily on the mattress, making it groan. “Makes me wilt…”

“Then you gotta figure out how to change back,” Momo said unhelpfully.

“Momo…” he groaned, almost sounding pitiful.

In a small bit of mercy, Momo offered, “Maybe you just need to ride it out.” Staring back into his glassy eyes, she rambled, “Sometimes you just can’t lid what you feel, sometimes it explodes out and takes over and, you just need to ride that wave and let it pass. It’s going to be rough, but,” she shrugged with uncertainty, “sometimes it just can’t be helped.”

Gran sometimes grumbled that Momo got too emotional.

And Momo herself can acknowledge that sometimes she responded too extremely. Her own emotions got the better of her and cut through any of her clever logic. That she’s caused him problems because of it.

She’s made the effort to get better, and had some reassurance from Grandma that the emotions themselves aren’t bad, they were there for her and reflected who she was, it’s all about the outlet.

Gazing at Okarun, his emotions really did bring out a big outlet. “So, maybe just let it be, those emotions should fade after a while.” It was calm here, he should relax here, right?

Okarun sighed out some smoke. “What a bummer.”

“Yeah, I’d love to cuddle with my boyfriend right now.”

She fell back on the bed, pouting at the ceiling, inwardly cursing the Serpo, and herself for getting Okarun into this position. Only to squeal when Okarun nudged her side, hitting that right spot that made her ticklish.

“Don’t do that!” she cried out, rolling away from him, glaring over her shoulder to see him clacking his teeth. If she didn’t know better, he was snickering at her.

Then Okarun stood up, his hunched form easily coming to tower over her, straining against her ceiling.

“Okarun?” Momo asked, peering up at the looming yokai. His whole frame was shadowed now, with only his big glowing glasses to shine down at her. She knew he wouldn’t do anything to hurt her, but she can’t deny that this was intimidating.

Tentatively, Okarun set his hands on either side of her bed, and started to ease him on the bed carefully, spreading his weight as much as possible for the groaning frame. Gradually, he laid himself on the bed, though his legs stuck out on it, Momo partially nestled underneath him. With a bit of squirming, Momo got herself comfortable, hugging his arm as she settled. Reaching out with her “hand”, she pulled back the latest book she’s been reading, offering to read it aloud.

Okarun gave no answer, but didn’t move, happy to hold and cuddle with her.

With a shrug, she started to read her book aloud, until her voice got laced with grogginess, and her eyes started to get heavy. It didn’t take much longer for her to fall to the temptation of sleep, safe in the yokai’s arms. Only to be jarred awake when Okarun started to twitch.

He himself had gone lax for a while, and not long after she had settled, only now his body started to spasm. Momo laid still, watching as he shrunk down until he was back to himself, his hair dark, no traces of grey skin or red lines on him. Though his clothes were ruined from the elongated transformation. Returned to normal as he was, he still partially laid on top of her, holding her tight with one arm.

Reaching out, she took off his glasses and set them out on the nightstand, then she brought out some of her baggier clothes for him with her telekinesis, so they’ll be available when he wakes. She yawned and wiggled in his hold. She gave one last poke to his now squishy face, grinning as he made a face, before she relaxed in his grasp.

If Okarun shifted like that again, she hoped cuddles were enough to help soothe the beast, at least until he was able to figure it out himself.

Okarun's form is based on this really cool design drawn by @cnmcn

#dandadan #dandadan fic #momo ayase #okarun #yokai okarun #turbo okarun #seiko ayase #ken takakura #turbo granny

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