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Me and @sneklover

born to be a sitcom roommate duo forced to be tumblr mutuals

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Turbo/King Candy x Reader Headcanons

💕🏎️🏁A Valentine's Day Special!🍭👑💕

Note: Happy Valentine's Day, everyone! I hope you're all doing well and I figured this would be the perfect time to contribute some headcanons to the Tumblr bandwagon. This is also my very first time writing about Turbo/King Candy in a more fanfiction sense, so please go easy on me!

@sneklover @tiramegtoons/@sliceoflifesalami @starleska @snailstrailz @starryside-1 @depressedasswarlock @crispytubes @pippengin @simpingforcys @blackthewolf17 and anyone else who wants to read this!

Content Includes: Gender Neutral Reader, Slight Suggestiveness but SFW in general, Possessiveness (not Yandere), major spoilers for Wreck-It-Ralph

Hey! Click on each name/title for a love song! (please don't judge me, this got kinda self-indulgent.)

Turbo

For starters, Turbo is... selfish at worst, misguided at best.

Yes, he eventually game-jumps and ends up getting RoadBlasters as well as his own game unplugged, but before all that, he was quite the "charmer."

To many within the Game Central Station, Turbo was insufferable or at least a little annoying. His arrogance was enough for them to steer clear of him, regardless of whatever shenanigans he was up to.

It was worse when it came to him falling for someone. Like, who would ever reciprocate any feelings for this guy?

You. The answer is you.

It caught everyone off guard, including Turbo, who used his signature racing puns as a pick-up line (and not even a good one at that).

Once you accepted, oh boy, was he thrilled!

After a good solid minute of showing off his victory to others at Tapper's, his usual cocky self faded as he realizes you are his now.

Like, truly his.

And with that realization, he is overwhelmed at the mere thought of you actually being his partner.

Turbo still likes being the Best Racer Ever and all that, but this time it's all for you - he just has to let you know that you are one lucky person, what with all the 1st Place victories and the trophies that came with them.

As much as he wants to maintain his "cool and popular" look, he can't help but cartoonishly swoon over you from time to time.

Sometimes, you would catch him staring at you with big ole' heart eyes or hear him giggle like a goofball whenever you're nearby.

He absolutely denies it afterward.

Turbo may not be the epitome of the word "Casanova" but what he lacks in smoothness he makes up for with cheesy puns.

Oh my gosh, you cannot get this man to shut up when it comes to his puns - absolutely loves plays on words!

And of course, they're all racecar themed.

But there are also moments where his puns are rather... risque~

It didn't matter where you two were, if Turbo is feeling particularly mischeivous or really lovey-dovey, he will try to fluster you!

At one point, he tried to get you with one really raunchy pun while on a date and you played along with a slick comeback instead...

Guess you can say it really revved up his engine.

King Candy

Unlike his past self, King Candy is more reserved, having to maintain his sugarcoated facade for over a decade at this point.

He still loves his puns (which are now candy themed), but now he knows how to really treat his partner well.

Be it chocolates of every variety, lollipop roses, jewelry, a trip around Sugar Rush in his racecar - you name it! He is a king, after all!

He will spoil you to death, whether you like it or not.

Not to mention the special treatment you would get as the King's "Thweetheart".

Royal permissions abound - having access to the best seats in any place, not just the Racing Arena, not having to pay for almost anything (although you still pay anyway because it feels illegal not to), having Sour Bill and other servants to cater to you...

Long story short, you got yourself a Sugar Daddy that also just so happens to be a Short King.

Was it to distract you from the fact that he's not actually King Candy? Most definitely, if you're unaware of this.

If for some reason the gifts aren't doing it for you, then His Royal Sweetness will do his damndest to make you swoon through flirting.

You have no idea how or where he gets it from, but that doesn't matter because he really has a way with words...

Sure, they can be flowery and cutesy and maybe even poetic, but there's a sort of tenderness in his voice that never fails to make your heart melt like a marshmallow in hot cocoa.

Especially when he whispers sweet nothings in your ear...

One day, you decide to try and flirt back; that is when you find out your royal beau can be easily flustered!

You took it far enough to make him turn as red as a Hot Tamale - especially when it comes to praises.

Ever since then, King Candy tries his hardest NOT to be flustered into oblivion as you tell him that he's such a good little racer~

How much he dominates all the others in every way possible... and for that he deserves a reward~

... he has yet to succeed.

You may not be royalty (...yet, maybe?) but you certainly felt like one.

King Candybug

Oh, you sweet little thing... what did you get yourself into?

Perhaps you lived and loved him since the peaceful days of Sugar Rush, or since before the RoadBlasters Incident, but regardless...

You are his.

There is horror in a monster's love; a horror in which you cannot resist - to be loved under smiling fangs and sharp claws, where you dance upon that tightrope between life and death

And once you fall, you fall knowing that you're going to be okay.

Despite what happened to him, he's still your lover.

You loved all of him, and even if the world was crumbling down and he was the cause, you somehow saw past all that.

Being the Cybug King's Chosen One is... not what you expected.

You thought he would be more like an animal - a creature driven purely by instincts.

But no. Instead, it's him. The Real Him. That adorably arrogant bastard in all of his glory.

And you reveled in it.

His favorite game to play with you is not Hide and Seek, as fun as it is. No, his favorite game is Flirting~

And his favorite method is lifting up your chin to meet his eyes.

For so long, you had always the advantage. No matter what, you always won.

And he hated it.

It drove him mad, constantly losing to the one race he couldn't beat! He vowed to one day finally conquer it and once he does...

Who knows what will happen next?

So this... this is vengeance.

[randomrabbidramblings]

I'm in the Spooky Season Mood right now (when am I ever not in the mood though lol) and I've been thinking...

I wonder what @sneklover's Scareactor AU would look like in your style? We really love you Phantom art and I believe she's adore your take on him! 😉

Aww thank you! ´◡`

Scare Actor Phantom has been on my "To draw" list for a long time! And spoopy time is nearing, so here's my interpretation!

I love dressing Phantom up, lol.

Given his disfigured mouth and the purplish scar under that mask, I wonder if that's a Lon Chaney inspired makeup or Phantom meddled with something he shouldn't.

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A Duet from Phantom's newest musical.

Your ribbon is lovely and pink as your skin, But doesn't it feel like you have it too tight? Keeps your collar too close, so the air can't get in- -Now that you say so, it doesn't feel right... So there, let me loosen it, let me, my friend. Just relax, let me in, let me in. ...And your blood, too, my darling, don't you have far too much? How it pounds in your skull when you panic, An excessive amount of unneeded blush, You can hardly think straight in its maddening rush- It keeps you on fire and manic- -Now that you say so, I think you're quite right... The throb in my ears torments me in the night- The thump of my own rabbit-heart never ends... Yes, if I had less then perhaps I could rest, A little less blood is perhaps for the best... -Your heart is too strong and your veins are too thin. I can help you, I BEG you, my love, let me in.

[Happy Halloween! @randomrabbidramblings @hostess-of-horror @phandrow @bowletta @sneklover @puzzleddonkey @salamifuposey and others!]

[nyawhis]

This request made me realize that Demuncher is fun to draw

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@sneklover look! a friend!

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So I watched The Digital Circus, thanks to my buddy @minnesotamedic186, and now I have somewhat of a theory/interpretation.

The Digital Circus is a metaphor for the autism spectrum (or neurodivergent people in general).

Each character within the Circus have various ways of coping with the situation they're in, all of which are real coping mechanisms:

Jax being passive-aggressive in order to keep from being attached to the people around him, while also not being a complete asshole.

Ragetha being the complete polar opposite, caring too much as she tries to make sense of the world around her and maintain a routine.

Gangle wears masks in order to conceal her emotions; in other words, she mostly masks herself while being around others.

Kinger is a recluse, hiding inside his "impenetrable fortress" from the Digital Circus and refuses to do anything outside his comfort.

Pomni freaks out and becomes filled with paranoia and dread, unable to escape the environment she's in and is expected to accept her fate as a new member.

Caufmo becomes an abstracted character, losing himself to the stress and ultimately being cast aside as a "broken" being.

Meanwhile, Caine and his buddy, Bubble, can be interpreted as society's lack of understanding how neurodivergent people work. Since Caine is the ringleader of the entire digital world, he's immensely powerful and yet he's unable to truly help Pomni and the others.

@sneklover @mimizzin @salamifuposey @snailstrailz @chytag

[randomrabbidramblings]

Happy Holidays!

Happy Holidays to all the friends, mutuals and casual followers! It has been an awesome year meeting all of you and sharing ideas, art and brainrottings!

Thank you all for being so awesome!

@bramble-scramble @bowletta @color-cacophony @deezeyrabbidy @down-the-rabbid-hole @hostess-of-horror @hostdoozy @mothstache @mimizzin @pastelprince18 @paletteprime @raygirlramblings @salamifuposey @sneklover @star-arcana @turqrambles @x-rpinky-x

Version without text under cut.

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My first contribution to the King Candy fandom!

@sneklover @tiramegtoons @randomalistic @sweet-treat @pippengin @starleska @snailstrailz @blackthewolf17 @crispytubes

(I know most of y'all don't know me, but I've been seeing your stuff as of late and you've really inspired me!)

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@sneklover

whys king kong………..so fucking large

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@sneklover, I, and many other mutuals went through two movie nights - a Phantom of the Opera double feature l! First, the original 1925 film and the 25th Anniversary live show at the Royal Albert Hall!

And all throughout those movies, I could not help but see Rabbids Phantom with Princess Peach...

Canon Phantom needs more Phantom of the Opera references/inspirations!

Phantom really is clearly intended to be more like the Erik in the more musical movies (the one in the 2004 musical turns really "over-the-top-dramatic villain" towards the end, lol), but there really needs to be a more darker side of him like the Erik from the 1925 movie or the book, who isn't just in love with Peach. He needs her. She's his muse and he can't write withouth her. And if he can't write without her, his whole "needs attention to have power" will cease to be, putting an end to his musical career.

I really want to see him in a Luigi's Mansion's style game set in a theater and the underground where he kidnapped Peach (she was caught without her shotgun, lol). Bonus points if he's also "disfiugred" with Darkmess (albeit a bit less than @pixies-and-poets' Music of the Night).

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Count Galak x Victim!Reader Headcanons

💕⚰️🪲A Late Valentine's Day Special!👑🍬💕

Note: Okay, so, this one I just had to do and it is gonna be late by the time I post this, but whatever! I was chatting with my buddy @sneklover earlier ago and she inspired me to make a very self-indulgent Vampire!King Candy post. This is going to be based off of my Turboratu: An Arcade Game of Horror AU and you, my lovely reader, will be His Chosen One...

@sneklover @tiramegtoons/@sliceoflifesalami @starleska @snailstrailz @starryside-1 @depressedasswarlock @crispytubes @pippengin @simpingforcys @blackthewolf17 and anyone else who wants to read this!

Content Includes: Gender Neutral Reader, Slight Suggestiveness but SFW in general (this is a vampire AU, so lots of blood-drinking and hicki- I mean, biting), themes of death, some gore, spoilers for Nosferatu (the films from 1922, 1979, and 2024) and for Wreck-It-Ralph

Fun Facts about this AU:

The name "Galak" is actually the name of a real white chocolate candy bar that was released in the UK and Switzerland! I tried to find a German candy to name Vampire!King Candy after but this was the closest thing to "Count Orlok" I could find.

The victim in this AU is supposed to be an OC named Helena (a.k.a. Ellen Hutter); the reader will not be named after her, however they will be based on her!

The entire plot is essentially the original plot of Nosferatu but with Wreck-It-Ralph characters - honestly, this is nothing more than a silly little crossover for funsies, so if you want to do any fan art or fanfiction based on it, go right ahead!

The whole thing started with this little venn diagram here:

As usual, click on the name/title for a love song!

Count Galak, the Turboratu

You had the premonition since your beloved Felix left for his journey.

For years, you had been haunted by visions of a dark specter, a shadow engulfing all life and light until everything becomes nothing.

Nothing but a desolate land of death where you and that very specter live happily together...

You tried to tell Felix not to go, but such an opportunity was much too important for him not to take it.

It would bring prosperity to you both, yes, but why must he go away so soon?

Nevertheless, you supported him, giving him a token of love for his travels, and watched in abject despair as he left.

But of course, you were not completely alone; Felix's companions, Ralph and Vanellope, were to watch over you while he was away.

He knew of your... melancholy and he would die at the thought of you succumbing into horrible heartache.

You loved him, you really did, and he you.

But even the purest form of love between newlyweds wasn't enough to stave off the nightmares.

Ralph and Vanellope, bless their hearts, they did what they could to cheer you up.

Walks along the Game Central Station, trips to Tapper's, even a race or two, but all in vain.

You could not shake the feeling of doom approaching the Arcade. Some infestation breaking loose.

And sure enough, you were right. And by all that is good, you wished you were wrong.

As the weeks went by, Felix was nowhere to be found, and slowly the world became... sicker.

A plague had taken hold on one of the ships, owned by the prestigious Captain Calhoun, and through this vessel, it laid siege upon the other games.

Cybugs. Carriers of death, consumers of life.

They crawled from the depths of whatever hellish pit they came from and ate their way into everyone's life.

Many fell, leaving helpless souls to be gameless, or worse unplugged.

As this plague began to rise, your darling husband came back.

Felix was beyond frightened - he had seen a monster far more horrible than anything he could ever comprehend.

He was paler, visibly shaken, and upon his neck were two small hole-like wounds that hadn't healed since they were first made.

During his recovery, he warned everyone of this man, this demon, the power he held, and worst of all, he was coming for you!

While Felix, Ralph, Vanellope, and Captain Calhoun, made their plans to fight the source of the plague, you were told to stay put.

From Felix's journey, he had acquired a small book on fearsome creatures of the night, given to him by one of the locals from the game he visited.

"When the sun has set and the moon rises over the sleeping land, from the grave rises the Turboratu - the Prince of Cybugs, Lord of the Night - to drain the coding of his victims. Immortal as he is, the only thing that can end this evil beast is for an uncorrupted game character to offer themselves in willing sacrifice. Thus his hunger shall distract him long enough until Litwik's Arcade opens."

Reading those words was enough to ignite that spark of courage in your heart.

You waited until nighttime, when at that moment you feigned a terrible fainting spell so that Felix could leave you alone as he rushed out to find a doctor.

You knew the Count was living right across from your game, as you've heard from Felix's accounts, and you made sure to gain his attention.

And sure enough, he was watching you from its entrance. Unblinkingly.

There were no words between you two; you didn't need to say anything to him.

You had opened a window of opportunity for him, and the Turboratu gladly accepted the invitation.

As you lie in your bed, dressed in white and surrounded by lilacs, Count Galak's shadow loomed from the curtains into your bedroom.

It reached to grasp its claws onto your bosom, your beating heart, your tender throat, your code.

His power and the indescribable, horrible pleasure it came with overwhelmed you in ways your husband, your darling Fix-It-Felix, could never.

Soon, you were staring into the eyes of your dark specter. You were his affliction. You were his destiny as he was yours.

Count Galak appeared before you in his truest form - a terrifying abomination between himself and the physical attributes of a Cybug.

And in this form did he prey upon you, as gently as he could, and began to drink from your bare neck.

The monster's teeth sunk into your flesh as his talons softly caressed your figure and hair.

For so long, you had to repress your melancholy for the betterment of everyone around you.

You knew deep down it caused a constant sense of burden, even to those you loved so dearly.

But not to him. Not to the Turboratu.

He savored every moment, every pain, every swallow of lifeblood, every lick of his lips was ecstasy.

He had been craving you for a long time.

Soon, your mind began to drown into a numbing sensation as your weakened eyes began to see the glint of dawn's light.

You sigh your last breath.

This was the moment that you, his corpse bride, and he, your dark specter, would die as lovers in your wedding bed.

And the Arcade is finally saved.

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Phantom of the Bwahpera x Reader headcanons

💕🎶🐰A Valentine's Day Special Part 2!🎭🎤💕

Note: Happy Valentine's Day again, everyone! After my Turbo/King Candy x Reader post was sent, I realized that I never actually did one of these for one of my ongoing favorite characters, the Phantom from Mario + Rabbids! It has been a long while since I did anything with him - in fact, I actually missed him - and I figured now is a great time to fix that. Also, he is one of my romantic f/o's, soooo this is also kind of a self-ship thing?

@sneklover @randomrabbidramblings @altermentality @mothstache @salamifuposey @snailstrailz @pastelprince18 @deezeyrabbidy @color-cacophony @tiramegtoons/@sliceoflifesalami @ejsmith145 @candyheartedchy and everyone else who wants to read this!

Content Includes: Gender Neutral Reader, Slight Suggestiveness but SFW in general, some spoilers for Mario + Rabbids: Kingdom Battle and Rayman In The Phantom Show DLC, plenty of headcanons shared between me and my mutuals, slight cursing

Just like the last one, click on the name/title for a love song!

The Phantom

To say that being the paramour of an infamous celebrity is thrilling would be an understatement.

The Phantom was - is - a bonafide Prima Donna.

From his lavish lifestyle down to the way he speaks, he is someone who would want the creme de la creme of life's luxuries, including relationships.

There were plenty of (more popular) fish in the sea... and yet, he picked you.

You couldn't really pinpoint exactly why he did, though.

Was it genuine interest? Curiosity? Boredom, perhaps another stunt to gain more attention?

Just thinking about it made you dizzy.

And it really didn't help when the paparazzi would appear during one of your public strolls (floats?) with him.

The flashing lights mixed with the cacophony of cameras clicking and chatter was distracting.

But only for a moment, because the Phantom would always shield you from the crowd...

Suddenly, those dizzying thoughts faded away.

The Phantom did things like this all the time. No matter what, he was oddly protective of you.

Sure, he's had his moments, and as big as they were, he always made amends in various ways.

Serenades, moonlit dates, the most expensive gifts, dancing in candlelight - every cheesy possible scenario he could think of and he does it so fucking well!

You had to admit, it's gotten rather excessive... But this was the Phantom of the Bwahpera.

He is a literal Opera Ghost; it's in his nature.

And the fact he is doing all of this for you is just unbelievably sweet of him!

But the best part was how he treated you afterward.

To put it simply: as much as Phantom loved the spotlight, he preferred the comforts of domestic intimacy.

The fusion between a Boo balloon, a gramophone, and a Rabbid created one hell of a cuddler.

Physical attention is a constant, on top of his many, many, many gifts.

It brought a sense of vulnerability to each other, comforted by each other's presence.

You at one point had a feeling that your beloved was a tad bit touch-starved, for in his deep hunger for your love and attention there was also a sense of loneliness.

His reputation had stirred controversy for years, resulting in him becoming as hated as he was loved.

In his desperate need for the spotlight, he kept destroying anything and anybody that was in the way (figuratively and, sometimes, literally).

His addiction - his instincts - made him a nightmare.

But with you, his precious rose, his Ange de le Musique, he is as gentle as a lamb, a slave for your love!

Anything you want, anything you need, he can provide.

After all these years, you are the audience he had always longed for.

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@sneklover

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