#sugar rush citizens

[tessathegamefreak]

Inktober Day #2: Power Off, as hosted by @dorkaarts

In the real world, a tween boy was opening up his phone, absentmindedly clicking on the BuzzzTube app, expecting to waste time scrolling past random clips. Much to his surprise, an “ERROR” message popped up, stating that the servers were currently down.

Boy: “Ugh. Really?… Oh well. TikTok it is!”

Meanwhile…

Alarms were blaring and the normally blue Internet sky went dark as the flames that engulfed the BuzzzTube Headquarters illuminated and casted shadows around the normally bright and sterile world. Luckily, everyone that was inside is safely outside, keeping their distance from the burning building.

The trendsetter Yesss groaned, shaking her head as she pinched the bridge of her nose.

Yesss: “How. Did this happen?!? Maybe, didn’t you do prop checks like you were supposed to?!”

Maybe: “Yes, Yesss! I did! I got all the reports from the studio operators, the visual effects team, we checked with lights… Everything was up to code!!!”, he frantically explained to his boss, while his work-partner/husband placed a reassuring hand on his back.

Yesss: “Then WHY is my life’s work on fire?!?! And not in the good way!!!”

Melton: “Yesss, please! I am sure we’ll figure out what happened! We will just have to wait until we are in the clear…”

As the grown-ups were in panic, the two kids standing on the side just watched the scene take place before them. The oldest of the pair turned to his younger brother.

Hugo: “… You just HAD to make those viral candy grapes without a kitchen pass, didn’t you?….”

The little, “angel” child had a wide smile, not at all phased by what should have been a traumatic experience. He simply shrugged.

Milo: “Well, I thought I could do it… But look at the bright side! Everyone will be talking about this for weeks! This hot topic will send thousands and thousands of views our way! BuzzzTube’s traffic will be on a grind after this… I might even try this again…”

[ablobwhowrites]

guys I have a yandere crk idea.

Mega yap session rn

What if instead of gingerbrave and his team having to build their own kingdom, cookie y/n who is a ruler of their own kingdom let's gingerbrave stay as it was a small kingdom with a reasonable amount of cookie citizens and y/n lets them come and go whenever they please and end up staying at the kingdom but gingerbrave and his team saw how kind hearted and nice y/n was to their people and even to strangers who might need a place to stay and of course they wouldn't leave y/n's Kingdom without protection cause y/n helped them and it's the least they could do.

Slowly as new cookies came in, y/n was overwhelmed as their kingdom was small but gingerbrave got the other cookies to help make the kingdom bigger and better and y/n was thankful but was kinda felt off about the new cookies and even gingerbrave and his team as they began to act odd to y/n, whenever y/n was trying to do the most simple thing, the cookies would rush to help. Even once when y/n helped with one of their cookies citizens flower shop when they went out to get a new flower stock, suddenly rebel cookie comes out of nowhere and offers to take this duty off of y/n's hands.

Y/n does get a bit bored of doing nothing as all the cookies usually jump in to 'help' y/n with a duty when y/n was just trying to help one of their citizens. But when I tell you, y/n fainted from pure shock when they saw the ancient cookies come to their kingdom including the beasts and let me tell you the citizens where in panic cause they thought y/n just died but no they just where in shock to see the ancients and the beast in one place which was a very much shock to them. And I do imagine just y/n's helpers around the castle are the sugar gnomes and some cookies who took on the job of helping y/n with duties around the castle but the main attendant thats y/n's closes advisor is a sugar gnome named clover who doesn't really talk to anyone except if they are running a errand for y/n or something. but clover worry's about y/n's health sometimes as y/n being a ruler of the kingdom still has intense duties with trades from other kingdoms, safety of new buildings and other things and this weights on y/n heavily sometimes especially with the new cookies has them worried and the strange behavior the cookies are towards them, like some giving flowers, leaving poems for them with the name secret admirer and such.

They sometimes wonder what would have happened if they never let gingerbrave and his team in their kingdom. But they do forget about that thought as all cookies deserve good shelter and a good place to live. Also y/n definitely loves to help their citizens decorate the kingdom when holidays come around and does a kind of big feast for the kingdom (hollyberry also helped by getting drinks and helping with the preparations of the feast and festivities) as clover thinks its useless to celebrate with a big feast for such short holidays, clover does join in as to keep y/n from doing something dumb or getting hurt.

I love kingdoms ruler y/n, they keep their people safe no matter what and also love to think Mont Blanc Cookie is the unofficial personal designer for y/n's outfits and cookie y/n definitely appreciates it but they feel it's to flashy but wears it regardless and it's nice and don't know where their old fits have gone so they kinda wear Mong Blanc's custom outfits. And love the thought of rockstar (or any musical cookie that you might think fits this) like cookie outside of the castle playing songs and y/n just waking up at night as their assistant clover tells the cookie it's to late in the night to be singing and to go home, before closing the window.

(I have many more ideas for yandere crk and other y/n ideas and would love to yap about them with you guys and I'm working on more of the new home sweet home au but yeah. If you like this, please don't be shy and request any ideas for stories or y/n's that you have. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[doodle-pops]

Lords of Gondolin Baking With You For The Holidays

Requests: May I request a baking with the Lords of gondolin for the festive season, sounds both fun and chaotic. Would there be anything to eat other then a mouthful of flour you threw at each other? Probably not. Unless you feel like eating cinnamon goop and crunchy burnt cookies. – anon

A/N: I really enjoyed writing this request, especially with Christmas approaching and the baking season in the air. Thanks for this request anon. Enjoy!

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Galdor

◇ He’s just too good when it comes to averaging ingredients, though he often got distracted by your playful antics each time you tried to eat the ingredients or break his concentration as he poured the vanilla syrup or honey. “Are you trying to sabotage my cookies?” he’ll whine when you throw flour at him.

◇ Might realise too late that you’re missing one of the ingredients—powdered sugar—and have to make a quick rush to the market. This unfortunately turns into a shopping spree where you two would return with extra ingredients.

◇ You’re the one to start a fight while Galdor is attempting to maintain the peace and his station clean, so your extra flour and eggs don’t end up in his bowl of cake batter. At some point, he got dragged into your ruffian behaviour and ended up covered in flour.

◇ Despite being the one making the cake and cookies, his knack for ‘quality control’ resulted in him tasting the batter/dough too often.

◇ When the first batch did come out of the oven, it was burnt which left you questioning all of Galdor’s ‘phenomenal’ cooking abilities he was renowned for. “I thought you were a great chef?” “I am, but when I have a little mouse in the kitchen, what else to expect?”

◇ Offended. At least there were a few cookies saved from the extra crispiness and the cake was decent to still enjoy your day’s labour.

Ecthelion

◇ He takes baking for the holidays the same as any military operation—detailed with a precise layout, and no straying from the outline. You will be gently scolded each time you attempt to do your own thing. Like measuring without measuring cups and spoon. He doesn’t do the whole ‘pour until your ancestors tell you to stop.’

◇ But Thel being Thel, still couldn’t resist breaking his own rules when the chocolate chip cookie dough was looking delicious and sticking his fingers to scoop a dollop. “Just checking to make sure they’re not poisoned.” As he shoves a spoonful in his mouth.

◇ You somehow managed to end up with too much dough? despite the way he was eating the dough each time you turned your back. He decided that you should share it, leading to an impromptu cookie giveaway.

◇ Spends a good portion of the evening walking through the streets of Gondolin handing cookies on trays to the citizens and his servants. Even Turgon is happy to receive his batch of cookies for the holidays.

◇ When it came to decorating, he took pride in it, the same way he takes pride in his appearance. He is in charge of the designs and hands out a sheet of paper filled with patterns for you to follow. Do not diverge from the original patterns, you’re ruining the aesthetic.

◇ At least in the end, you had the perfect batch of cookies to sit by the fireplace and eat with a nice glass of milk.

Glorfindel

◇ You’re never getting anything done on time, and surely your cake or cookies will be burnt because of his distractions. Which leads to you making a fresh batch and shooing him out the kitchen. He comes right back after sneaking in.

◇ Eats the dough like it’s food and gets all puzzled when you scold him for reducing the volume. “Laurë! We’ll have none by the time you’re finished! And you’ll get sick if you continue to eat the raw dough!”

◇ With a mouth full of dough, he looked hurt that you would deny him the right to taste-test the desserts to ensure the quality was up to his standards. “I just wanted to taste the cookies. Don’t have to be so mean.” Guilt trips you into letting him eat more.

◇ You obviously end up with less dough and Laurë earns himself a tummy ache from how much dough he ate raw. Some dough had less of certain ingredients while others had too much because he pulled you to dance in the middle of measuring, so you forgot and mismanaged.

◇ You end up with cookies that were undercooked, overcooked and er…not cookies? Still, it didn’t bother him because he was willing to enjoy the hard labour of your fantastic baking.

◇ “Baking is an art, and although it may not appear the way we intended, there is merit and beauty in the outcome.” He would cheer as he plopped a cookie into his mouth while you stood there with an exasperated look. Like he was the reason for the cookies being that way.

Egalmoth

◇ He wants to make gingerbread houses, cinnamon rolls, a ton of cookies and cake and roast turkey or chicken all on the same day at the same time. He’s elaborate about the activity if you haven’t caught on.

◇ When it comes to designing, he’s in charge and has everything in order, down to how to position the desserts and food on the table. Perfectionist, often redoing the steps to get them right. “Patience is key, darling,” he reminds you and boops your nose with frosting.

◇ Despite his meticulous nature, he loves a good laugh when things don’t go right. The image in his head wasn’t aligning with the image displayed after piping frosting on the cake to resemble the Christmas tree you drew on the paper.

◇ Mentions something about your artistry skills when it comes to drawing needs to be worked on so he could have a better understanding of what he was working with. That was enough for you to dump flour on his head.

◇ Did not take his clothes and hair becoming a mess because he put a lot of effort into appearing splendid to bake alongside you. So, if he had to look like a mess, so did you. “You look cute with all that flour and eggs—I might bake you instead to eat.”

◇ By the time you two were finished, the way you two were a mess, might as well hop into the oven to bake. More ingredients were wasted than used, and you found yourself eating the remaining frosting and dough off your hand.

Rog

◇ Rog’s all about efficiency, turning your baking session into a well-oiled machine. For him, it feels as though he’s back in the forges, about to craft an art piece with meticulous create and precision.

◇ You ought to expect his knack for improvising, often adding unexpected ingredients into the mix with confidence. “Trust me, mírë. It will taste great.” As he throws in peppermint, nuts and extra vanilla.

◇ Between the two of you, you’re the one who steals dough from the bowl when he isn’t looking or bribes him with kisses to have extra cookies. So easily he falls for your charm because he can never say no with those puppy eyes.

◇ Somewhere in the mix, the oven malfunctioned, which was no strenuous task for Rog to fix. You got to stand by and hand him his tools while watching his muscles flex and look like something to take a bite out of.

◇ With his skills and confidence, you two will end up with a variety of cookies, some traditional, others experimental. “A little bit of everything makes the holidays nice.”

◇ You two made just enough cookies to eat and also share with his fellow Lords and craftsmen he works within the forges. He left the wrapping and little notes for you since he prefers your handwriting suitable for the holidays.

Maeglin

◇ He was surprisingly enthusiastic about baking, eager to try new recipes with you and make new memories. The entire time, he would stand close by as he listened to your instructions and your patient voice as you guided him on how to mix or measure.

◇ Did have a tendency to get lost in the process, forgetting to remember the baking or resting period, so you might get burnt cookies and overrisen bread. Can’t blame him, you’re in the kitchen, an obvious distraction.

◇ He compares his crafting to baking cookies and wonders how could something so simple be difficult as he held up a burnt cookie that didn’t match the snowflake stencil.

◇ Discovered that you should leave the decorating to him when you explained piping the frosting on the cake and icing on the cookies. Even the gingerbread house was a masterpiece after leaving it in his hands. He designed an entire castle.

◇ When you happen to run out of frosting and icing, or the edible beads, he suggests a trip to the pastry shop for more items which results in Maeglin growing excited at the assortment of decorations and requests to buy out the entire shop.

◇ By the end, most of your desserts are more decorations than cake and cookies to eat. The layers you might have to bite through before you taste the pastry is immaculate. At least he had fun participating.

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[king-crawler]

In your video about Turbo (love it, I’ve been repeat watching it for ever) you said King Candy was like a parasite, cause he wasn’t infinitely making copies of himself?

But it got me thinking about the Sugar Rush Racers, a bit. And how they parrot what he says, and his actions?

So maybe he IS a virus, and instead duplicates himself via influencing the citizens of Sugar Rush to act as he says instead, as a more metaphorical thing.

I was wondering if that makes sense to you hahaha

YES HIS IDEOLOGY SPREADS LIKE A VIRUS HIS HORRENDOUS INFLUENCE

[sugar-crash]

🍬King Candy (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Reader👑

(First Date Edition!)

(Picture’s not mine)

(Request here! Picking out songs for this loser is so much easier than I thought it’d be, like I’d make my friends help me choose with previous posts I’ve done on my main, only for me to pluck these songs straight from my playlist.)

- Again this man is an avid date enjoyer, a complete contrast to how he was as Turbo, with him openly liking the concept of dates because he associates it with spending time with you, taking your attention up to fulfill his need for it.

- His intentions with you go from pure to not so pure (in a manipulative way you sickos) in a way akin to a pendulum, flicking back and forth while not going to their full extremes, at least not yet.

- Your first date is far from what it’d be Pre-RoadBlasters, having actual date stuff to it because he wants you to see him as a gentleman and a proper lover in general.

- His grip on everything at that point, where he knows who you are as a person to a great degree helps him mold that first date into something that benefits and his efforts to keep this relationship going.

- I’m thinking something small and yet classic, like a nice personal dinner in the castle spent after he claims his spot on the avatar roster for the umpteenth time, his golden coin pocketed for next time when he has to do it all over again.

- It’s the start of something rather grand, which he reiterates and emphasizes to his candy people as he makes them set things to your liking before you come.

- Everything has to be perfect for you, it’s much like the movie Coraline, the Beldam was able to make everything just look so picturesque at first in a way that was able to eventually ensnare Coraline into trusting her in the matter of a couple of days.

- However King Candy is more… Dare I say realistic in his approach? Like there’s no piano that plays you or a gravy train that pours it for you, but every request you may have is done almost immediately.

- Everything is done right by you— I mean, this is King Candy’s domain, and being his s/o gets you brownie points indefinitely.

- I think it’s a way to get you to keep coming, to spend your time in Sugar Rush than anywhere else, I mean— Why would you want to go anywhere else after hours when you are treated so well??

- That and the various areas of Sugar Rush are so numerous— So varied, so explorable, and he’s more than happy to drive you around the place whenever you want.

- Performative to a fault, which is something that comes from Pre-RoadBlasters— He needed to be for the sake of being the protagonist and main avatar of Turbo Time after all, everyone kinda has to be— But him especially.

- In a way, I think he was able to both perpetuate and diverge from who he was, those negative traits thriving underneath the guise of being a ruler who is highly defensive of his game and the citizens who reside in it.

- But in reality, he’s only really defensive over you— Much like the game he was able to alter and become a usurper for he worked hard to get this to where he wanted, and now that he had it and by extension you— He’s not exactly keen to let it all go.

- That first date when you look back at it later on encapsulates that desperation to be King Candy, to be something he wasn’t by any means while fooling everyone, fooling you.

- As King Candy, he’s more in tune with what he feels and knows how to react and when to react, giving off a more friendly aura that initially lures you in and makes you keep coming, especially if you are a particularly lonely person— Probably having no frame of reference to what a healthy relationship looks like beyond the niceties of previous relationships that didn’t stick as well as what you had with him.

- The more vulnerable you become with him the better he can worm his way into your heart and brain in an irreversible manner.

- That’s the thing with him, he wants to be significant so bad to any gamer or fellow game character that warrants it— Much like how Ralph is, but far more extreme, to the degree in which if it warrants it— He will kill someone to get what he wants, caution thrown to the wind if he’s been aggravated enough.

- That extreme behavior can even be seen in that first date you both have together, with him being strung up for brief moments when you bring something up that’s something he can’t easily explain away with smoke and mirrors.

- But those cracks aren’t established just yet, he’s able to get you wanting more and that’s enough to make him a bit giddy as he rejoices over this new and promising connection you have with him.

- It’s the start of something good, something bad, and something downright ugly.

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[shalomsexual]

CHRISTMAS SHOPPING

Prompt: In which you and your girlfriends go Christmas shopping.

Warnings: Flirtatious comments, dirty jokes...

Game: Path to nowhere

Love interests: Cabernet, Eirene and Chelsea

Snow fell heavily upon the roof of the buildings; the cool wind roared furiously. Eastside was unusually busy, many citizens rushed to get the best deals on certain items that they needed. It was a lovely morning for shopping- according to Chelsea. Indeed you all had to go shopping as the Christmas season had approached. Getting dressed in a white coat, adorned with fluff, you looked at the time, 9:42 am.

Cabernet and you sat on the couch, awaiting Chelsea and Eirene as they both always take a decade before getting ready. "Do you the list, dearest?" Cabernet asked, her milky thick thighs resting ontop of yours. You nodded, eyes glued to her body. She smirked, knowing the effect she had on you. The two ladies had finally gotten ready, both of them wearing different but similar outfits.

"Really, you couldn't help but copy my style Quinn?" The pink haired woman retorted with a scoff.

"For your information I picked this jacket up first," Eirene shot back with sass. An invisible rod of lightening had formed between them as they glared at each other until you had to intervene.

"Now now my darlings, it's a lovely day. We shouldn't fight." You hugged them both, one arms wrapping around each of their waists. Reluctantly, they muttered an apology to you as Cabernet watched with a hint of smile of her face. The four of you made your way to the car, with Chelsea in the front, you in the driver's seat and the other two at the back.

Chelsea was the one who directed you to the stores that you had to go. The first store wasn't too busy, it had a small number of persons who were going in and out. "Let's see, the first thing on the list are Christmas lights. We'll need a few boxes since it's a large house." Eirene glanced through the aisles looking for the lights.

"But we won't be decorating the ENTIRE house now would we? Besides, I'm a gem. I can't perform any climbing duties." Chelsea huffed.

"Nobody's asking you to climb, Countess." Eirene once again, shot back with sass.

"Each year I do the climbing, now both of you shut up and give me that!" You snatched the paper from Eirene's hand with a sigh. Cabernet literally had heart eyes with the way you yelled. There was something about your assertive tone that made her wet.

She leaned down to whisper in your ear, her breath soft, "Careful sweetheart, you might just make me want to fuck you right in this store..."

The tip of your ears went red. "C-cabernet! Don't say things like that here."

"Hey hey what's going on? Focus people." Chelsea pulled you into her chest, eyeing you up and down like a tiger. "I hope you and Cabernet aren't planning on ditching us like you did last Christmas, my sugar baby." She caressed your face, eyes gleaming with a hint of desire.

"N-no we aren't... I... ehem... let's please get this over with.." with a red face, you ran forward a bit, trying to shake the words out of your head. The three of them subconsciously bit their lips as they looked at you, wanting nothing more than to take you right then and there.

The shopping spree went on as normal and surprisingly, Eirene and Cabernet did not cause trouble again. You stood infront of a wide variety of Christmas tree, each ranging from prices and sizes. "Why are you standing there? Choose one." Eirene stood beside you, folding her arms across her chest.

"I can't choose. There all so beautiful but expensive." Eirene looked at you with a surprised look.

"Are you really worried about money?"

"Well... yeah?"

"You cannot be serious. You have me, Cabernet and Chelsea and you're still worrying about money. Darling, we've told you countless times, there's no thing such as a limit when it comes to you." She pulled you in by the waist, caressing your bottom lip. You trembled lightly, the way she gazed at you made your knees go weak.

"...fine. I'll pick that one. It's a nice size, not too big but not too small."

"Just how I like it." Chelsea smirked, approaching you as you choked on your spit. Eirene giggled slightly, amused by your reaction to the countess' flirty words. You should've gotten used to it by now.

Once everything was checked off from the list, the three of them split the cost as the workers loaded everything into the car. After that was set, you guys made a stop to a few more stores. Chelsea and Eirene ended up buying non Christmas related stuff. They weren't necessary but you know how they are.

Now you were back on the road, on your way home. The roads were even busier as more people were going out to the stores. It was always a good thing to do your shopping early in the morning as to avoid crowds. You unloaded the bags from the car and into the home as the others began unpacking. As rich as they are, they didn't want to hire maids or butlers as they didn't want anyone else in the house with you other than them.

The fireplace had set a cozy and warm atmosphere. The four of you cuddled up under the blankets, watching the Grinch. "You know.... I see now where Eirene has her looks from." Chelsea smirked. Surprisingly, Eirene wasn't angry.

"Is that your attempt at an insult, Chelsea? It was awful."

You snickered besides Cabernet, watching the playful banter between the two. "Why don't we give them some privacy and head on upstairs?" Cabernet spoke lowly, her hands snaking under the blankets. You glanced at the two engrossed in their little session before nodding vigorously.

Chelsea and Eirene had finally stopped only when they heard loud banging coming from upstairs and moans that belonged to Cabernet.

"They sneaked off again!"

[mondo-tastic]

HI I'M SO SORRY FOR BEING INACTIVE ON HERE.

i have a big turbo related project I've been working on that I don't wanna spoil on here hehe

in the meantime!!! my sister came up with a COOL ASS idea for a wreck it ralph au. and I fleshed it out a lot more so listen up.

in the turbo reveal scene, when vanellope glitches, KC/turbo steps on the pedal and speeds at her, she dodges. just in that moment the cybug comes down and eats vanellope and her kart instead of Turbo. He's laughing it up but turns around to see with his own eyes the monstrosity forming in front of him. A vanellope-kart-cybug hybrid abomination stands in front of him, nothing but rage and the primal urge to consume behind her eyes.

I present...

Cybug!Vanellope!

SO YOU'LL PROBABLY HAVE TO ZOOM IN TO SEE ALL THE DETAILS 🙏🙏🙏

Here's some lil fun facts about her:

- her design as you can see was partially inspired by the beta turbug designs, I am absolutely obsessed with them and forever mad they didn't make it into the final movie

- cybug!vanellope can't eat without properly opening up her mouth and revealing her mouthparts! her usual mouth isn't really functional anymore and she needs to eat and chew and swallow with the mandibles. her digestive system and such changed with the transformation, to be more similar to an insect's.

- personality wise she isn't all that much different, however she's more on the unhinged side. You know that deleted scene where she's telling Ralph how she'd love to watch taffyta die in the middle of the road and laugh at her, and stomp on her fingers and break them so she can't crawl away? Yeah shes like that. Absolutely no filter when it comes to destroying her enemies.

- ESPECIALLY king candy/turbo. pretty much straight after she transformed he got in the royal racer and high tailed it outta there. but you have an enormous creature who just learned how to control her glitch. you are not safe.

- she ends up catching him after toying with him for a long while, and very gruesomely devouring him in front of Ralph, Felix and Calhoun. All the while giggling and glitter falling from the pipes rising from her back. Calhoun out of instinct goes to shoot, Felix and Ralph, despite just seeing The Horrors, have to convince her it's still Vanellope and to not kill her right then and there.

- now that her programming is intertwined with the cybug, crossing the finish line will not restore her to normal, but it will restore sugar rush and the citizens and racers memories back.

- yes she eats the racers that bullied her

- they do respawn and Felix has to convince her not to do it again and again

- even though she is part kart part cybug, she can leave sugar rush! Felix takes her into fix-it felix jr while Calhoun and Ralph creates the beacon to get rid of the other cybugs!

- I like to imagine that due to turbo programming himself into sugar rush he's out there somewhere and shit scared of her. Maybe she finds him again and keeps him as a squeaky chew toy

[shadowyone]

Anniversary of Sugar Rush

Of Course King Candy and Queen Berry celebrate! They try to remember the date and get all dolled up. They all have a giant feast with their citizens in the castle and throw a royal ball. I think that would be neat. Yes, the feast is awkward. These are some outfit ideas.

[davekat-sucks]

lute x adam is better than davekat and chaggie. they both sound killer singing together.

also just like wish's "villain", I find no fault in adam's reasoning, sinners such as rapists and pedos should be eradicated. i dont give a fuck about how apparently there are random kids in hell to emotionally manipulate the audience, for all we know that could be a grown ass man pretending to be a kid, and maybe that could have been more interesting: to see a hell's citizen take advantage of vaggie's kindness. it'd explain her trust issues & lute's bizarre reaction to actual mercy.

whats up with modern shows/films these days and their weird morals...

Adam x Lute is better than Davekat and Chaggie. Funny enough, Vivziepop confirmed that pedophiles, Nazis, and racists are already wiped out after they died. Like, human pedophiles/Nazis/racists who die, don't go to hell, limbo, purgatory, or heaven. They just get erased from existence. Angels have nothing to do with it. The Hazbin/Helluva universe already does its work. Of course, imps and hellborn creatures like hellhounds or the Sin ringleaders, can still be pedophiles, Nazis, and racists. But they are exempt from extermination. So the only sinners that do get sent to Hell to just do the same old shit would be murderers, con artists, human traffickers, rapists, and those who commit slavery, are still around. Which makes me question where does child murderers or those who lead child human trafficking and slavery fall in. Do they get wiped out from existence too if they didn't touch the child in that way? Do they get wiped out from existence for harming a young soul? Or do they get straight sent to Hell because murder is bad, regardless of age? Probably doesn't help that Heaven already admitted they don't know the requirements of people getting into Heaven, so it's a mystery on who is even checking since apparently at this point, even innocent souls who likely died of accident or bad circumstances, get sent to Hell regardless. It probably will be answered later on by some bullshit means, but it raises more questions on when in point did that become a thing. People pointed out that Angel Dust's sister, MOLLY, is there. What point in time Heaven allowed others to get in before it all changed with the extermination? Does even something small as when you were a kid stealing from the cookie jar, count as a major sin to be sent straight to Hell and that's why the child is sent in? Who the fuck knows. Maybe it will get answered in finale. Maybe they will hold it off for season 2 since it is confirmed and they are already recording the lines as we speak. I think the reason for these weird morals in recent modern media, just only goes for the straight black-white mortality, but hide it differently in these recent times as an act of justice that we won't make the same mistakes like we did in the past. Unfortunately, they are but are too ignorant to see it. Also in the case of how Hazbin Hotel is presenting with its rushed pacing, people, audiences and creators, would rather get to the heart of the matter fast and immediately than to build it up on how to get there. Why the fuck should we know about Camille and her backstory when all that matters is that she is a protective mother and that's it? No need to build up sustenance, all it matters is just the emotional factor to pull at your heartstrings for one moment like a quick sugar rush. No need to show the slow burn romance of why Vaggie likes Charlie. All it matters that she is now cute lesbians with her and its a good rep for LGBT. TL;DR of that is people are impatient.

[prettyboypistol]

Sour Stripped Feelings || King Candy x M!Reader PART 2

King Candy x Reader (Part 1)

King Candy x Reader (Part 3) Spicy, not r-18

King Candy x Reader (Part 4) nsfw

King Candy x Reader (Part 5)

King Candy x Reader (Part 6) nsfw

King Candy x Reader (Part 7) pg-13

King Candy/Turbo x Reader (Part 8) nsfw

King Candy x Reader (Part 9)

Living in the castle was pretty nice, if you were allowed to brag. You were pampered and paraded around as King Candy’s new jester and mostly beloved by the citizens. Sour Bill brought you aside to thank you for relieving him of his job as pseudo-court jester. Life was nice. That is, until King Candy came up to you after a week of you nonstop racing as the player character.

“So, enjoying your time in the sun, sugarlump?” He asked, a lacing of slight jealousy in his tone. You shrugged and continued to polish your motorbike.

“Eh, to be honest, I like racing against you and stuff, but I’m not a fan of these players jerking my wheel and knocking me into walls. I feel like they’re nicer with you.” You laughed a little. “If I were just racing by myself, I’d probably still never win against you.”

“Oh, you!” King Candy’s voice dropped its hint of upsetness once you praised him. He put a hand to his cheek and giggled. “Always such a charmer!”

“No I mean really- I’m not one for cars, but your handling and drift manipulation is spot-on. Genuinely some of the best I’ve seen any of the other sprites do… I was wondering if you could give me a few lessons, honestly.” You confess.

“Oh- well- I never expected you to be so forward!” King Candy laughed boisterously- as he normally did when you amused him thoroughly. “If you were looking for a ride around Sugar Rush, you could have just asked, sweetheart!” He assured with a playful wink as he offered you his hand.

He pulled you toward his car with a grin as he patted down on the plush gummy seating and back support. 

“I suppose you could sit first and I could squeeeeze in on top of you!” 

You didn’t know why, but you felt the creep of a blush tint your cheeks. You were just flustered by the idea of closeness, not because you had a thing for King Candy! God no, definitely not because you had a thing for him. He was what, triple your coded age?! 

Regardless, you squeezed into the tight fit of the racing car, your legs were cramped to hell and back, but there was just enough room between them for King Candy to sit in your lap and drive. King Candy was surprisingly good at off-roading, and his racecar was all but eager to handle the abuse it took as it went over sugary plains and hills of taffy. You were in awe as King Candy raced through the world of Sugar Rush. You especially liked going through the Chocolate Falls that weren’t apart of your course through there. There was even a hot spring of chocolate bubbling! It seemed that you and King Candy had the same idea, but he was the one to verbalize it. 

“Golly, what’d I’d do for a dip in there on my day off!”

“Same.”

Suddenly, the racecar came to a stop as you jerked into a parking drift near the spring. King Candy jumped out of the driver’s seat and offered you a hand. 

“So, care to join me?”

“WHAT?!”

“Care to join me?” He repeated. “Oh sorry, I’ll look away!” He laughed as he spun on his heel.

Join King Candy in a hot spring?! Was this a dream?!

[caleeeeee]

Memory Ashes-Chapter 2

Previous Chapter：

Hi! Hi!

Due to my lack of energy in drawing, I've devoted most of my efforts to Fanfict. Well... I still don't have much confidence in my writing... and I'm not sure if I can arrange the development of the story coherently and correctly... and this time, I'm still using a translator!... Uh... I hope nothing goes wrong...

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And I want to give a special thanks to @phantomfairs !! Seriously, I still get excited when I talk about this... As I said, I didn't have high expectations for my AU concept... but I really didn't expect someone to support me so much!!!Your amazing Fanart has become my motivation!!! 💖💖💖💖💖💖

Ahhh... I still can't quite express my excitement in words... but! Your support is something I almost never want to forget... 😭😭💖💖💖💖 Thank you once again (❁´ω`❁)!!

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The news of King Candy's rebirth spread throughout Sugar Rush in less than a day. The citizens spent the entire day discussing the matter. Some were shocked that this hypocrite hadn't disappeared, some feared he might turn the world into a living hell once again, and others hoped his code would be deleted from Sugar Rush.

As the ruler of Sugar Rush, Vanellope was one of the most emotionally affected by this event.

Calhoun and the soldiers had attempted to remove him from Sugar Rush, only to find that the exits were like an invisible barrier to him, preventing him from entering or leaving. Until they could devise a new strategy, they had no choice but to keep him imprisoned within Sugar Rush.

"Only a glitch in the game can't cross the barrier like a normal person..." Vanellope recalled her own situation before the game was reset, when she was considered an outcast, unable to escape her own game, and had to endure decades of loneliness.

But Turbo was different from her; he didn't belong to Sugar Rush at all. According to Calhoun, it was possible that he had been reborn after his death...

How could he possibly be reborn in a game that wasn't even his?!?!

This was a very serious and thorny issue. On one hand, they needed to keep him under control to prevent him from breaking out and plunging Sugar Rush into disaster again. On the other hand, they couldn't engage in a decisive battle with him, as who knows where in the world he might be reborn? Finding him again would be extremely difficult.

Vanellope knew that with the capabilities of Calhoun and the others, she didn't need to worry. But sharing a game with such a highly threatening individual... it was hard for her not to feel a constant sense of dread...

Her neighbors, Ralph and Felix, noticed her concern and often comforted her during their free time.

The soldiers' mission was far from over. They continued to patrol and guard the prisoner every day after the arcade closed.

Vanellope sometimes chatted with them.

"So you're saying... he's a bit different...?"

Vanellope looked at the soldier walking ahead of her with disbelief, struggling to keep up with his pace.

"...Yes, but it's hard to describe."

"Normally, a cunning and sinister guy like Turbo, who has gained the body and power of a Cybug, should become even more aggressive and evil."

"Didn't you say he even wanted to dominate all the games?"

"........."

"Yes..." Vanellope nodded.

"But when I unfortunately encountered him that one time, he didn't try to kill me. Instead, he gave me the opportunity to harm him..."

The soldier slowed his pace, complex thoughts spreading through his mind.

"I was at a loss, but I couldn't trust him, so I raised my gun and confronted him for a while."

"Confronted him for a while?"

"Didn't he react to your actions at all?"

"........." Markowski paused.

"I don't think so."

"Aside from blinking, there wasn't a single movement on his face, as if he had no idea what was right in front of him."

"Wow..." Vanellope didn't say anything more. She didn't know how to describe Markowski's bizarre experience. It was so abnormal that it was astonishing, and she couldn't figure it out...

...If Turbo was just pretending, what was his purpose in doing so?

To get himself discovered and then imprisoned again...?

In her memory, the only time she faced Turbo, the terrifying expression on his face was still vivid in her mind. She couldn't imagine... that pale face without any expression at all.

Vanellope looked up, about to ask more questions, but was interrupted by Markowski.

"You can't go any further, kid. Even though he's imprisoned now, he's still a big threat to someone like you."

" Hey!You promised I could come with you!"

"Yes, but I didn't say you could go in there with me." Markowski pointed with his thumb to a black building in the distance.

"You......!!"

"Listen, kid... I'm really grateful that you're willing to listen to the troubles on my mind... but this is my job. We can't let anyone from this game get close to here—especially not you."

"Please, Vanellope... we don't want anything to happen to you or anyone else here."

Markowski's tone suddenly became earnest, and Vanellope couldn't continue to insist...

".........Alright...Thanks anyway for everything you've done for us," she reluctantly turned and headed back.

That night, Vanellope lay in bed, recalling Markowski's words.

She really couldn't help but want to see... what this "completely different" Turbo that Markowski spoke of was really like.

It's not that she had any great concern or interest in Turbo himself. To be honest, she wasn't the slightest bit happy about his rebirth. It's just... after all, he possesses the power to destroy this game... As the person in charge here, her duties extend beyond racing; of course, she also has to ensure everyone's safety, which makes it hard for her not to think about this matter...

She began tossing and turning in bed.

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The dawn came quickly, and in the blink of an eye, it was time for the arcade to open.

Children swarmed in, crowding in front of one game after another, vying to be the first to insert their coins. The room was filled with laughter and chatter.

Every game console was busy entertaining its young customers.

Sugar Rush was no exception; it had always captured the hearts of many children. But today, when the kids grabbed the steering wheels of the game, they noticed that the little girl with a head full of rainbow-colored candy. was not appearing on the screen.

....

Behind the dense tangle of cables was the place where the criminal was held.

With her perfect "glitch" ability, she could easily navigate through the gaps in these wires.

The tall, black building stood out starkly against the overall style of Sugar Rush, as incongruous as drizzling hot sauce over ice cream—strange and frightening.

Vanellope swallowed hard and slowly walked inside.

The interior was larger and more spacious than she had imagined. Apart from the cables that crisscrossed like spider webs in mid-air and the large iron cage in the center, there was almost nothing else.However, the prison walls were embedded with various devices.Vanellope observed carefully. The cage occupied about half of the prison space, and cables extended into the interior of the cage.

...It was obvious what was being held inside.

The cage was pitch black and silent. Vanellope cautiously approached, careful not to make any noise that might startle whatever was inside... But even so, after just a few steps, she heard a low growl emanating from the darkness...

"Oh... my..." Vanellope prayed in her heart that he wouldn't suddenly rush at the cage and scare her.

She ultimately decided against moving any closer, as a pair of blood-red eyes suddenly lit up in the darkness... accurately locating her position... and locking eyes with her.

Vanellope felt a chill run down her spine.It seemed he didn't just rely on hearing and sight to detect intruders...

The growling grew increasingly intense, the massive sound waves almost vibrating Vanellope's small body along with them. She could hardly believe this was a sound a person could make... It sounded like a mix of many different creatures' voices... eerily spine-chilling...

Just as she was considering whether to run away from this bizarre creature, the strange noise abruptly stopped, and the glaring red light in the darkness gradually faded to a soft blue.

".........?"

The pair of pale blue "light bulbs" stared at her for a moment, then began to move downward, approaching her.

Vanellope heard it, like the sound of a metal shell scraping against the ground, emitting a sharp, grating noise...

She instinctively covered her ears because the sound was extremely uncomfortable.

Walking with Cybug's limbs wouldn't make such a noise, would it...?

A pink claw reached out from the darkness and grabbed the bars of the cage. As the screeching sound drew nearer, the body of the Cybug came into view before Vanellope.

He was much larger than she had imagined... Vanellope felt he could almost swallow her whole in one bite.

But he didn't do that. He just lay on the ground, staring at her.

Vanellope felt very uncomfortable under such a direct gaze. At first, she thought Turbo wanted to eat her, but as time passed... she began to notice that Turbo wasn't actually looking at her body... but at her hair—to be precise, the candy in her hair.

"Hmm...?"

Vanellope reached up and casually plucked a candy from her hair. Sure enough, his head tilted slightly downward, and his gaze shifted to the hand holding the candy.

"Ah-oh... that's not going to happen, sir!" Vanellope shook her head and placed the candy back in her hair.

Turbo seemed to understand her meaning. After a moment of dazed silence, his eyes dimmed, as if all the light had been drained from them....

Just as Turbo attempted to turn his body and retreat back into the darkness, he nearly scared Vanellope into screaming.....

Now she understood why every movement he made seemed so slow and difficult. The entire left side of his body appeared as if it had been sliced off by something—no leg, no arm, just exposed red flesh and clusters of wires that seemed to have been forcibly yanked from his body. These wires slithered on the ground like a nest of pythons, tangled together. The cables she had seen earlier, hanging in mid-air and extending into the cage, were now wrapped around his body like a spider's web...

With no support on his left side, his entire body leaned severely, making it impossible for him to walk or move like a normal Cybug.

Under the dim light... Vanellope noticed that every wire was coated with dried, blackened blood. The floor, the cage, and almost his entire body were stained a deep red.The wounds seemed temporarily sealed... but with injuries like these... the slightest touch would likely cause them to bleed profusely again.

"Oh my... oh my..." Vanellope gasped, horrified. She had never seen anything so gruesome and terrifying...

The screeching friction sounds she had heard earlier... were probably the noise of him dragging himself across the ground as he tried to approach her...

After all... he couldn't walk anymore...

"Wait... wait a second...!!!"Her shout caught his attention. Turbo turned his head back to look at this little girl.

"..........??"

"Uh... uh..." Vanellope stammered awkwardly. She had called out instinctively... without even thinking that Turbo would actually respond.

Vanellope began frantically rummaging through her pockets, afraid that if she was too slow, the creature before her would disappear back into the darkness.

Finally, she pulled some candies from her pocket.

"Are you... hungry...?" Her voice trembled slightly.As she expected, Turbo's eyes widened again, and he stretched his neck toward her.

Vanellope wasn't sure how to respond at first. She stepped closer to the creature who now evoked a pang of sympathy in her and raised her hand.

"Sorry... I don't have much... uh..."

[After all, she wasn't like the old king who used to scatter candy everywhere, with pockets always full of sweets.]

Before Vanellope could finish her sentence, she felt a strange sensation on her palm. When she looked again, the candies in her hand had vanished.

Oh... it was in his mouth, being chewed.

Vanellope took this opportunity to examine Turbo's face. Somehow... he really did seem different...Those unsettling sulfur-yellow eyes had turned into softly glowing pale blue. His helmet was gone, and a mess of long hair covered half his face. So far, she hadn't seen him make even a slightly exaggerated expression.

...Back when they last met, that terrifying look on his face was almost always present...

Vanellope frowned as she looked at him.

"And now, even the way you chew doesn't seem human."

She meant no offense, but he really did look like a wild animal that had been forcibly captured and caged. It might sound strange... but Vanellope was starting to feel a bit sorry for him.

Turbo ignored Vanellope's voice, focusing on enjoying his food. Soon, the candy in his mouth was gone.

Now the two of them were staring at each other again, and Vanellope still felt a bit awkward...

"...Hey..."

"King Candy...?"

"Can you speak?" Vanellope really wanted to talk to him.

But Turbo just lay on the ground, his face pressed against the floor as he watched the little girl.

"........."

"Then... can you understand what I'm saying...?"

Turbo still said nothing, as if he couldn't hear her.The only response was a gurgling sound from his throat.

"...Oh." Vanellope roughly understood his current state. It's not that he now looks like a wild animal, but rather that he clearly is a wild animal now!!!!!!!!

"Have you completely turned into a Cybug...?"

From what Vanellope knew, no one had ever undergone such a drastic transformation after being reborn... He was the first.

....But maybe that was for the best. Vanellope sighed in relief because, if that were the case, his simple brain probably wouldn't allow him to come up with any world-destroying schemes...

Vanellope sat by the edge of the cage, close to his head. He didn't back away or show any signs of hostility.

Summoning her courage, she reached her hand into the cage and patted his head.

Turbo reacted noticeably to this gesture, turning his face toward her.

Then... he squinted his eyes... and the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"Wow... looks like you're pretty happy."

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"Hey...! Hey! Markowski!!"

Vanellope called out loudly to the soldier not far away, jogging towards him as she did.

Markowski stopped and frowned, not expecting the little girl to come looking for him again.

"...What's up, kid? Coming to ask me the question you didn't get to last time?" Markowski watched Vanellope running towards him and smiled helplessly. "Seems like you're really interested in my experiences."

Vanellope didn't respond to Markowski's words. She was silent for a moment before slowly speaking up.

"I... uh... I've already met him..."

"...Wait, what?"

"I've already met him...!" Vanellope repeated, lifting her head. "He..."

"When did you sneak in there??! I clearly told you... Do you know how dangerous it is in there?!?!"

"Are you hurt??! Did he harm you?! Did he—"

"Calm down... calm down!" Vanellope loudly interrupted him.

"I mean... I'm sorry I didn't listen to you, but... he didn't harm me... just like you described to me, he didn't even show any hostility towards me."

"On the contrary, he showed me his friendly side..."

Hearing this, Markowski let out a sigh of relief.

"So..." Vanellope continued, seeing his reaction, "this time... I still want to ask you to let me come with you... after all, we're the only two who have experienced and care about this matter..."

"Hmm..."

"Alright, but you have to promise me that if you notice anything unusual about him, you'll stay as far away from him as possible."

"I promise!!" Vanellope nodded repeatedly.

Along the way, Markowski would occasionally glance at the little girl. He noticed that she often strayed from the path, running around to pick up branches that had fallen from the candy trees.

.........

Today, he was unusually quiet. When Vanellope walked up to the cage, she didn't see the familiar blue light, only hearing some faint breathing sounds.

"Oh... he's asleep."

She gently placed the branches she had collected along the way inside the cage. Since he was resting, it was best not to disturb him... Vanellope thought to herself as she slowly returned to Markowski's side.

"Back so soon?"Markowski said while inspecting the prison's mechanisms.

"Yeah..."

"What's wrong? Why do you look so down?"

Vanellope shook her head.

"......"

"Hey... kid, want to hear me talk?"

"To be honest, I really admire you."

"I've heard about your past, the times before our game was plugged in here."

"You were once abandoned and despised by everyone, suffering in your own game, enduring decades of loneliness and scorn, yet you remained positive and never gave up on your dreams..."

"........."

"I have to say, kid, our game has only been plugged in for a short while."

"Guess what? After just a week, I was already tormented by this life of constantly fighting bugs, feeling like I couldn't go on."

"Hahaha! Looks like I'm the stronger one then!"Vanellope suddenly laughed out loud upon hearing this.

"That's right! That's exactly what I mean!"

Time ticked by, and Markowski and Vanellope waited for about 40 minutes, but the sleepyhead showed no signs of waking up.

"Ah..."

"We really can't wait any longer, kid... I have to get back to the patrol on time..."

Vanellope checked the time; indeed, too much time had passed...

"Alright..."But just as she took a few steps towards the exit, she was suddenly pulled behind by Markowski.

"Hey...! What—"

"?!!!!"

Before Vanellope could react...

At the entrance... the prison's entrance... there were about four or five Cybugs advancing towards them...

This world indeed had more than just Turbo as a Cybug!!!! Markowski shielded Vanellope completely.

The group of monstrous creatures, upon seeing them, became even more frenzied and excited, each emitting horrifying and bizarre screams as they charged forward.

How could they have gotten in here?!? The defensive measures of this building weren't something that just anything could enter or exit at will... Moreover, if they had been in this world all along, why hadn't he or anyone else patrolling here for so long ever noticed any trace of these creatures???!?

Markowski pulled Vanellope to the side of the central iron cage and shoved her into the gaps between the iron bars.Her small body was completely sufficient for her to hide inside the cage, no matter what... he absolutely could not let this little girl get hurt...

He raised his gun, aiming it at those freaks.

If they dared to take one more step closer... he would definitely not be polite to them...

But suddenly, all the Cybugs stopped moving as if their power had been cut off.In the cage behind him, a neon-colored light instantly illuminated all the darkness, and the sound of wings buzzing filled the air.

It was the big guy... he had woken up...

Turbo's tall figure was silhouetted against the strong light, his eyes looking down at everything before him. Markowski saw the wires inside the wound on his left side hanging in the air like vines—given his recent condition, he couldn't stand, but if he relied on his wings... the outcome would be different.

He stretched his neck and let out a strange roar, not loud, but the immense force almost shook the entire prison. The Cybugs, as if they had received some command, after a moment of stiffness... all turned around and quickly left...

After that, he descended, slowly lying down.

Flapping his wings seemed to quickly drain his energy...

"Kid...! Are you okay?!" Markowski asked anxiously as he saw Vanellope jump down from Turbo.

"Ah... I'm fine!!"

"It's just..." Vanellope was still shaken... she could hardly make sense of what had just happened...The two of them just stared at each other in a daze.

"...Was he protecting us just now...?"

"........."Vanellope thought for a moment, then nodded.

"...Maybe so."

".......I need to go outside and check if those beetles are still around... you stay here and don't move, kid..."Before Vanellope could respond, he ran out.

Watching Markowski's retreating figure, Vanellope turned her gaze back to Turbo.

She gradually calmed down.Although she felt it was quite unusual... it was undeniable that Turbo had helped them...Vanellope thought that Turbo must have been communicating with those Cybugs just now.

Looking at the Cybug still panting heavily, she ran to fetch the candy branches she had piled up earlier and placed them near his face this time.

Turbo clearly sensed something and immediately grabbed the pile of branches to munch on.

...Speaking of "communicating"...

During this time, Vanellope heard Turbo make many different sounds, but she never heard him utter a single word... No matter what she said to him, Turbo never gave a clear response.

The last time they met,she conducted a little experiment on Turbo. First, she tried saying something with a completely blank expression. Then, she repeated the same words, but this time with obvious facial expressions and gestures. She noticed that Turbo reacted slightly more to the latter than the former.

"Oh...right... you can only understand me through expressions and gestures..."Vanellope sat on the ground, watching the creature munching on a branch. Even though they had met once before...she still felt strange and uneasy about treating him like a wild animal. She had always hoped to have a conversation with Turbo... even if it was just a sentence or two... To be honest, when she first decided to visit him, she had already prepared herself for the possibility of being met with harsh words...

She tilted her head slightly and sighed.

However, this small action caught Turbo's attention. He suddenly stopped eating and raised his head.

"......Huh...?" Vanellope instinctively looked up as well, only to find herself directly meeting his gaze.

"Oh... uh... I'm fine!!" she said, shaking her head vigorously.Even though they had spent several days together, this big creature still managed to startle her from time to time...

He remained unmoved. Vanellope watched as he moved his tail to the front, rummaging through the pile of branches. Eventually, his tail wrapped around a smaller branch and extended it through the gaps in the iron bars, offering it to her.

"Uh......"

Turbo's movements froze at that moment, as if waiting for Vanellope to respond.

She cautiously took the branch, and Turbo's tail released it. He lowered his head again, busy with his own affairs.

Vanellope hesitated over whether she should say thanks, but realizing that even if she did, he wouldn't understand, she remained silent.

It seemed that in the world of Cybugs, hunger was the only thing worth worrying about.

But it was clear that Vanellope wasn't hungry, and even if she were, she wouldn't resort to chewing on a branch picked up from the ground... Although they were in a candy world where, strictly speaking, everything was edible, it still felt a bit different from what she considered food...

But... come to think of it.

She was quite surprised that Turbo actually cared and started protecting her.

Vanellope felt a complex mix of emotions inside...

The person in front of her was none other than Turbo, the arrogant and paranoid tyrant who had persecuted her for decades, the monster who had been willing to destroy everything for his own gain, the one who had sought to turn all game worlds into hell...

She should hate him, despise him.

But......

"Hey! Vanellope!"Markowski called her name at the prison entrance.

"Everything's fine outside, get up, it's time to leave !"

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It was already quite dark. According to the schedule, after the soldiers finished their daily patrol, one of them had to be assigned to check the prison's mechanisms once again.

Turbo opened his eyes; he sensed someone approaching.

The soldier began his routine check of the various devices to ensure they were functioning properly. Turbo's gaze followed him, watching as he moved from one place to another, fiddling with switches and buttons.

Finally, after he had touched all the devices, he turned and peered into the dark iron cage.

...Inside, there was nothing but a faint blue light.

After so many days, Turbo had gradually come to understand the daily tasks of these soldiers. He also knew what he would face once they finished inspecting all the devices.

Usually, as long as he didn't move too quickly or make any large movements, the cables on his body wouldn't electrify.

But every day, after the soldiers finished their inspections, they would manually turn on the cable switch to ensure this crucial control measure was functioning properly.

Every time... the piercing, knife-like electric current would surge through his entire body...

It hurt... so much...

...Were they still afraid that a Cybug, with half its body nearly sliced off, would escape...?

"........."Turbo curled up as much as he could. He had long prepared himself to endure the pain.

But this time, the soldier didn't press the switch. He stared blankly into the dark cage for a moment, then silently left with his gun in hand.

"............?"

Oh... Turbo realized who had come today...

Among all the soldiers, only he had never turned on that switch.

Turbo slowly relaxed his tense body, yawned, and rested his head on his arm.

Tonight, he wouldn't have to endure the excruciating pain before falling asleep. He felt a great sense of relief...

In the castle, Felix gently pushed open the door to a room.

"Hi Vanellope! Good evening!what's the matter calling me over so late at night?"

[tessathegamefreak]

INKTOBER DAY #1: Nostalgia, as hosted by @dorkaarts

*All the children of Sugar Rush gathered about in a secluded corner of the candy cane forest.*

Tootsie: “… alright, did everyone bring the baby pictures? Remember, it doesn’t matter what the pictures come in. They just have to be able to go towards our project later…”

*all the children nodded, as they put down their books.*

Autumn: “You bet I got ours! And we have LOTS of pictures!”, *she excitedly flips through pages, as she showcases different moments with her and Pepo*

Dade: “I got my Papa’s fol’er. It has my pictures in it”

Tootsie: “That’s good to hear, Dade!… Oriana, what is that in your hands?”

Oriana: “Oh! My mommy told me all my baby pictures are in here!”

Tootsie: “Oh, okay! That seems like a safe way to keep them safe!… Now, let’s see what we have to work with, so we can start planning…"

[nebulablakemurphy]

Moves & Countermoves (Part 13)

Summary: No one ever wins the games, even fourteen years later, Y/N is still playing. Trigger warning: discussions of trauma surrounding ‘desirable victors’ and mentions of sex.

Prologue | One | Two | Three | Four | Five | Six | Seven | Eight | Nine | Ten | Eleven | Twelve

The tribute parade is a glimmer of hope after a losing streak. Capitol citizens screaming and chanting for Katniss as the chariots are drawn out for display. Even the elites are vying to sponsor the star crossed lovers, who saved their mentors and the sweet little baby in Y/N’s womb.

There is no waving or smiling this year, at Cinna’s request.

“Way to make friends out there, you two.” Haymitch waves over Peeta and Katniss once they dismount the carriage.

“Well, we learned from the best,” Katniss shoots back.

“I want to introduce you to some special friends of mine, this is Chaff and Seeder.”

Seeder smiles in acknowledgment.

While Chaff closes the distance between them, giving Katniss a kiss on each cheek; then pulling away in a fit of laughter.

She is caught off guard, dismay painted across her features.

“He’s very friendly.” Haymitch chuckles, clapping his friend once on the back. “But don’t invite him over, he’ll drink up all your liquor.”

Y/N approaches with Cashmere and Gloss in tow, as if Finnick introducing himself with the sugar cube, before the parade, hadn’t been enough.

“There she is,” Chaff opens his arms, “come here.”

Y/N smiles, slinking around the side to greet him, for what might be the last time.

“It’s good to see you, baby.” He tells her, in earnest. For a minute there, I thought you were coming in with us.

“Good to see you.” She pulls away, giving Seeder a quick hug. Tears welling up in her eyes, without permission.

The older woman taps her chin, when they break apart. “Don’t you cry.”

“We wanted to come introduce ourselves,” Cashmere explains. “I’m Cashmere, this is my brother, Gloss.”

“We’ve heard nothing but good things.” Peeta says, truthfully.

“Pleasure,” Gloss grins, extending a hand to Peeta, allowing his sister to mirror the gesture with Katniss. Moving in perfect synchronization, like a well oiled machine.

“And to thank you,” Cashmere squeezes Katniss’ hand.

“For what?” Katniss wonders.

“Saving my friend.”

You love her too. The realization sits heavy in Katniss’ chest.

“Alright, let’s go get some of that makeup off you.” Haymitch spares Katniss from farther floundering.

They move into the elevator, just the victors of district twelve, until a hand slips in to stop the doors from closing.

Johanna she struts in with a heavy sigh, pressing the button for the seventh floor. “You look amazing.”

“Thank you,” Katniss responds, under her breath.

“My stylist is an idiot.” Johanna tosses her bracelets to the ground. “District seven, lumber…I’d love to bury my axe in her face.” She shuffles closer to Peeta, moving her, long, red, ponytail over her shoulder. “Unzip?”

“Sure.” Peeta stammers, earning him a death glare from Katniss.

Johanna does not look away as she strips down to nothing, without preamble.

Katniss’ mouth is slightly ajar, Peeta’s lips set in a nervous smile.

“Not in front of the children,” Y/N gasps, rushing to hold a hand over both sets of eyes.

“Come on, you know you like this.” Johanna chirps, playfully.

“I remember when mine used to sit up like that.” Y/N cranes her neck to meet Johanna’s gaze, “enjoy it.”

“Cry me a river, you’re a walking wet dream.” Johanna rolls her eyes.

Haymitch is strangely silent, enjoying their banter.

Whether they are fighting or flirting, Katniss cannot tell. In any event, she’s glad when the elevator dings on the seventh floor.

“That was fun, let’s do it again sometime.” Johanna grins, quite pleased with herself as she exits.

“Johanna Mason, district seven.”

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“Explain to me exactly how this is going to work.” Y/N whispers, beneath the spray of the water.

Whoever is tasked with monitoring the audio from their room, in the tribute center, must think they have the highest libidos in Panem. Though they are here to exchange information, they are also in the shower, nude, at very close proximity.

“Plutarch has access to the trackers, he can override the information.” Haymitch allows his eyes to close, at the feel of familiar fingers in his hair. “Cannon goes off while the tribute is still alive. They are extracted by the crane, from the hovercraft, same as always. One by one. Ideally, Katniss and Peeta near the end, Snow will want to see their bodies for himself. By the time he realizes what’s happened, everybody is safe, underground, in thirteen.”

“What about twelve? First thing he’ll do is retaliate.”

“We have open lines of communication, we’ll be able to warn them.”

Y/N nods, in understanding. His lips are on hers then and they are no longer pretending.

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Keeping this secret from Katniss and Peeta is easier than Y/N anticipated. They assume she is distancing herself out of self preservation, reverting to the calculated woman they’d met on the train last year. Neither of them blame her.

They score twelves during individual assessment, painting even larger targets on their backs. And tonight, the last night before the games, they are prepping for their interviews with Caesar.

Katniss is almost certain that the master of ceremonies will ask about her volunteering. She does not regret it, even now, she would do it again in a heartbeat. No one deserves a happy ending more than you. Katniss hates that she is being laced back into Y/N’s wedding dress.

“I think you’re going to be happy with the alterations.” Cinna fluffs up the layers of fabric.

Haymitch downs his drink, drowning the vision of his sweet girl in the dress; squeezing his fingers when it hurt too much. The way she shook like a leaf beneath him, “it’s just you and me.” She is still after that, steady; allowing him to bring her pleasure she has never known.

Crying when it is finished, because he locked himself in the bathroom to vomit. Sick over what he had done to keep her safe, while she thought he was disgusted by something she’d done.

Apologizing profusely when he returns. “Haymitch, I- I was just nervous. Not because of you…I’m sorry it wasn’t, I’m sorry you didn’t like it. I’ll do better next time.”

His heart seizes, thrumming to an unbearable ache. “It’s nothing you did. Please never think that I-” Haymitch stumbles over the words. Evidence of his ‘enjoyment’ is mixed with her blood on the sheets, rolling forth a fresh wave of nausea. “Like you said, it’s not because of you. It’s everything else.” Snow and the cameras and-

Y/N knows how much he’s already given up, the deals he made for her. “I still want it to be real someday.”

Their marriage, their love story.

“You tell me when it’s real, and I’ll ask you to marry me again.” No more rushing, no more bullshit.

“Promise?”

“I promise.” Haymitch swears. I’m getting you out of here. No matter how long it takes, I’m getting you out.

They are no longer in that room, trapped beneath the mechanical whirl of the cameras. They are here, with Y/N’s arms around his waist, one hand resting over his heart. Holding him where it hurts, because she understands him better at thirty than she could at nineteen. This dress is a prison, he hopes the girl on fire lights it up.

“These victors are angry, Katniss. They’ll say anything to try and stop the games, I suggest you do the same.”

When it is her turn to be interviewed, the audience is enamored at the sight.

“Welcome, Katniss Everdeen!” Caesar is humming with excitement. “Look at you, absolutely stunning.”

“Don’t go crying on me now, Caesar.” Katniss retorts.

“Oh, you know I can’t help it.”

“You know I wouldn’t believe you even if you did.”

“Ah ha ha, the girl on fire, so cheeky. I love it. Now, Katniss…on a more serious note, we’re all here a little disappointed, well more than a little, that a certain wedding will not be taking place.” Caesar laments, sharing his sorrow with the nation. “But here you are, in Y/N’s dress, the dress you would have worn. How do you think she feels, seeing you on stage tonight?”

“I hope that…” Katniss exhales. “I hope that she’s proud of me.” She searches beyond the blinding stage lights for Y/N, finding her in the sea of faces. She looks at Katniss the same way she always has, with love, sadness; something more. Perhaps it is pride.

“Awww.”

“I know she is,” Caesar nods. “It has been so beautiful to watch your story, to see this family you found. How you volunteered, first for your little sister and then to save your mentor. You are incredible. Would you do us the honor?”

The twirling.

Katniss finds Cinna, beside Y/N and Haymitch, catching his eye. He gives the go ahead and she begins to turn. The skirt of her dress igniting into flames, leaving a black and gray design in its wake. As fire reaches the top, it has transformed completely. Feathers at her shoulders spread with her arms. Wings.

The crowd rises from their seats, her mentors and stylist among them. Cinna has an arm around Y/N’s shoulder, “for both of you.”

“Thank you,” she leans into him.

“It’s like….it’s like a-a bird! Like a-” Caesar racks his brain.

“Like a mockingjay,” Katniss finishes for him.

“Your stylist has certainly outdone himself. Cinna, take a bow.” Caesar turns the camera’s focus to the audience.

Cinna kisses his hand and holds it up, sending all his love to Katniss. When the applause has died down, she joins the other tributes, on the risers near the back of the stage.

Peeta is last, in a pristine white suit, designed to match his wife-to-be.

“So, Peeta, the wedding.” Caesar gets right down to business. “The marriage, never to be.”

“Actually, we got married. In secret.” Peeta says, captivating the crowd to a stunned silence.

“A secret wedding? Tell us more.”

“We want our love to be eternal, Katniss and I. We’ve been luckier than most and I wouldn’t have any regrets at all if-” Peeta breaks off. “If it weren’t…”

“If it weren’t for what, Peeta?” Caesar is all but holding his breath. “What?”

“If it weren’t for the baby.”

Once again viewers are out of their seats.

“Baby!?!”

“Tell us more.”

“Well we knew that Y/N would be too far along and we all agreed that Katniss would have a better chance.” Peeta explains.

“Stop the games!” The cry heard around the Capitol, is resurgent and in full force. The victors of district twelve have not one baby at stake, but two.

“Alright now, this is news to all of us.” Caesar reminds the audience.

Their outrage echoes off the walls. “Stop the games!”

“We’re going to find out what we do about this.” Caesars attempts to stop the riot. He leans in to Peeta, asking him to go stand with the others. “It’s a great night.”

Peeta trots up the stairs to Katniss, embracing when they meet.

“Oh, my heart.” The woman behind Y/N leans over the seat. “That’s why you tried to stop her from volunteering. Because of the baby.”

Y/N nods, sniffling for effect. “I just can’t stop thinking about the babies.”

“Don’t worry, President Snow is a good man. He’ll get this figured out.” She rubs at her back.

The victors joining hands only serves to further rally the crowd. Together they watch as the lights cut off. Leaving them all in darkness.

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The deliberation is long, or Snow makes it out to be. Y/N, Haymitch and Effie wait, impatiently, on the bench with the other mentors. It was a good show, with a response better than they could’ve asked for. But in the end, the games are still on.

This is more or less the outcome Peeta and Katniss were expecting. Somehow that doesn’t make it any easier to deliver the news.

Haymitch has to hand it to Peeta, “baby bomb was a stroke of genius. Unfortunately, the games are still on.”

The room is still.

“This is goodbye for now.”

“Presents,” Effie reminds them, their tokens. “Bracelets for you two.”

Y/N opens her box, revealing a slightly thinner version of the bangle her husband’s been gifted.

“And for Peeta, the medallion we talked about.”

“Thank you, Effie.” Peeta hugs her, in parting.

This year is different. Mentors will not be seeing tributes to the hovercraft, only stylists. Presumably for the districts that only had two victors to begin with.

“Thank you, Y/N.” The boy finds her next and she squishes him to her properly.

“You’re welcome,” she sighs. Stay safe.

When it is Katniss’ turn to say goodbye, the girl on fire is struck by the realization that she cannot. Instead she buries her face in the woman’s shoulder.

“You can do this, Katniss.” Y/N passes a hand over her hair, “I believe in you.”

Katniss nods, “thank you.”

The five of them remain together for a while. Katniss and Peeta splinter off first, sending them all in different directions. Effie to her room, Y/N and Haymitch to opposite floors of the tribute center.

Y/N reaches the last level before ground. Cashmere is waiting, wringing her hands. “We almost did it,” stopped the games.

“This isn’t over yet,” Y/N reminds her. “I have something for you.”

Cashmere sighs, the rebel plan is a wild one and there’s no guarantee it will work in time.

Y/N turns over the gold bangle, “Katniss knows it’s mine. As long as she sees it, she’ll honor the alliance.”

“I’ll do what I can to keep her alive…the boy too.” Cashmere assures her.

“Keep you alive too, while you’re at it.” Please.

The blonde gives her a sad smile, “you know me.”

Part 14

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[fridgrave2-0]

ok so i'm very much not normal about one au i made but i'm not sure if it will be interesting to anybody. but still hear me out!

what do you think about toxic weird but kinda caring family dynamic between turbo and vanny? sorta jinx and silco situation if you know what i mean. if turbo didn't made vanellope an outcast (but still damaged her code while making himself the king what gave her glitching anyway) and decided to manipulate her and becoming a fucked up father figure or something to be 100% sure that she won't ruin his plan. but while time passed he actually started to get attached to her (i mean who wouldn't) and the feeling became stronger due the parental traits of his disguise (i hc that king candy's sprite was supposed to be a real character so the bunch of racer-children aren't technically alone in this world without any adult, but the devs decided to remove him, leaving scraps of who king candy could've been in the code. when turbo got into sugar rush he had a perfect mask to wear - but in the end some bits of og candy personality got stick on him, which had a small impact on his perseption of vanellope and other citizens of sugar rush)

but even tho turbo starts to see vanny as his actual daughter and genuinely care about her, he has zero clue how to love or be loved besides praising the shit out of someone. so he's still a greedy selfish dude who just decided to count vanellope as a part of the "brand". only him and her are allowed to be the best, only they can rule this place and two of them are above all and anyone else. and in some way vanny's personality mitigates his views, making him a little more bearable, mostly he just makes her worse. she is a spoiled little brat (and i love her) and turbo would destroy the entire arcade for her well being. at some point i see that he would even trust her with his real backstory (withholding several details, but still), she definitely will see his real face bc of touching while she's glitching and help him accept himself a little bit

idk, i just love imagining their possible dynamic, i think their duo would've been amazing if they weren't enemies so i'm putting it into this au (with some spice in a form of toxic but caring only about each other family trope)

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Rewriting Bad Cinema: Ralph Breaks the Internet (WIR 2)

Okay, so I’m bored and have no idea what to post and I’ve had this idea in my head for a while so welcome to a new series thingy I’m going to do on my account called “Rewriting Bad Cinema” where I go and rewrite bad movies and sequels to something better.

Disclaimer: This is just for fun and not to be taken seriously, this is just my what if takes on how to change a piece of media. Please do not take any of what I say seriously. :)

Warning: This post contains spoilers for both Wreck It Ralph 1 and Ralph Breaks the Internet. If you would like to experience any of these movies yourself without spoilers, please go watch them and then come back here!

For this first installment of Rewriting Bad Media, we are going to be taking a look at Wreck It Ralph 2!

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For Rewriting Bad Cinema, we're first going to establish the movie's plot, establish its problems that make it bad, and then come up with a way to rewrite the movie that remedies most of the problems as best as possible including removal of some elements, restructuring of the plot, and adding to it.

What's the original plot of the movie?

Wreck It Ralph 2 is a 2018 film released by Disney. In WIR 2, the steering wheel for Sugar Rush is broken in an accident after Vanellope goes against the player’s controls and drives on a bonus track Ralph constructed for her. Litwak attempts to fix the game but is unsuccessful and ends up breaking the steering wheel even more, and after the search for a replacement wheel is unsuccessful, Litwak unplugs the game. This causes all the Sugar Rush citizens to become homeless. This causes Ralph and Vanellope to hatch a plan to go to the internet and find a new steering wheel before Sugar Rush is taken out of the arcade for good. Hijinks and brand placement happens and in the end, Sugar Rush is repaired, the citizens are no longer homeless, and Vanellope ends up staying in a new game on the internet called Slaughter Race.

What are the main problems?

Wreck It Ralph 2 is majorly considered a bad film because of:

Too many brands: WIR 2 is mostly criticized on how often it focuses on brands and cameos. In the first movie, most brands and IPs such as Sonic, Mario, Pac-Man, etc, were placed there as tributes to gaming and the culture that surrounds it. Most of the brands were limited to gaming brands, which made it feel more thought out and less like a cash grab. The brands also had an impact on the movie and its plot and world building. In WIR 2, there is no limitation on the brands represented. The movie includes a whole mess of brands from social media platforms to stuff from the Disney company. This made these additions feel soulless and worthless. The brands also had little impact on the plot and its world building, making them feel more worthless.

Mischaracterization of Characters: WIR 2 is often criticized for how much it mischaracterizes Ralph and Vanellope. For Ralph, it mischaracterizes him into a needy, insecure guy even after he completed a character arc for the same thing in the first movie. For Vanellope, it mischaracterizes her into a selfish person and makes her act a lot like the first movie's villain, Turbo.

No Mention of Past Events: WIR 2 is often criticized for how it just ignores a lot about the original movie. There are barely any mentions of the first movie at all, not even the original villain, Turbo, is mentioned. The only thing that is mentioned is the medal that Vanellope made Ralph in the first movie.

No Use of Other Characters: WIR 2 is also criticized for how little it uses any of the characters from the first movie with Ralph and Vanellope being the only two who are focused on throughout the entire movie. Felix and Calhoun, the other two MAIN characters from WIR 1 seem to have a B-plot in the first part of the movie, but are eventually totally forgotten about and their plot wraps up entirely in the background.

My proposal for a rewrite

Wreck it Ralph 2, in my opinion, is not really a needed sequel. I believe this because of how well the first movie wraps up any lose ends with its ending. However, if I were to write a sequel to Wreck It Ralph, this is most likely how I would handle it.

Removals and Restructuring

First of all, let's just get rid of the internet world entirely. The internet world as a concept was pretty cool, but in execution, there's not really a good way to have the internet world and not have a lot of the brands without it being really confusing. The internet will still be a thing as it seems like a really natural way for the movie's plot to go, but the internet world will not play a factor into the movie's plot.

One thing I kind of liked from the original WIR 2 was the beginning segment before any of the main plot gets started. If you ignore the small bits of mischaracterization from Ralph and Vanellope, it's a nice little opener and establishes what the two have been up to since the first movie pretty well. So, we are going to be bringing that segment with us to the rewrite with a few writing tweaks to recharacterize Ralph and Vanellope into how they were at the end of the movie. Let's also add Felix and Calhoun into this segment to catch up with how they've been doing since the first movie. This slice of life segment will help establish our characters as well as establishing the world for any new viewers who may have not seen the first movie.

Main Plot Proposal

Since we've gotten rid of the entire internet world which was the main premise of the film, the plot is going to need an entire overhaul. So, first, let's change the main focus of the film. In the original Wreck It Ralph 1, Ralph's struggle with his identity and self worth was the main focus of the film and that carries over to the second film with the sequel focusing more on Ralph than Vanellope. For the rewrite, the story is going to be focusing on Vanellope and diving into her character more. For the rewrite, I think it would be interesting to dive into Turbo and the effects his actions have on the cast specifically Vanellope. This would let the movie have a nice message about coming to terms with your trauma and not letting it control you. The catalyst for this? Bringing back Turbo.

Hear me out. The movie opens. It's been about five-ish years since the events of the first, and Vanellope has a problem. Even after everything has been reset and she finally has her life together, she just can't seem to move on from the trauma that Turbo/King Candy has caused her over the 15 years of his reign. She seems to flinch at the mere mention of his name and gets uncomfortable and upset when confronted with anything that resembles him. Ralph, Felix, and Calhoun try to help her with it in their own ways, but since she's a kid, Vanellope doesn't really have the tools required for dealing with her feelings. The day the movie opens up, Ralph, Calhoun, Felix, and Vanellope are all hanging out around the arcade to try to help Vanellope feel better. The four are all hanging out in the power strip when people start gathering around an outlet, finding that a new game is being plugged in. The four go over to investigate, and find that the new game being plugged in is Turbotime Remastered.

Turbotime Remastered Backstory and Aftermath of the Plugging In

Around a decade and a half after Turbotime was released a remastered version of it was created with upgraded graphics, more tracks, a bigger cast of playable characters, and more. Mr. Litwak, being a big fan of the original Turbotime, always dreamed of being able to buy the remaster for the arcade and after not being able to afford it for so long, he has finally managed to safe up enough funds to buy the cabinet. The day the cabinet arrived, Litwak immediately had it plugged in, placing the console right next to Sugar Rush. Meanwhile, in the power strip, all hell has broken loose. Everyone is freaking out about the game being plugged in, especially Vanellope, who is just unconsolable. Before anyone can process anything, a group of people step out into the power strip. In the front center of this group stands Turbo, however, this Turbo is much different from how everyone remembers him. Instead of being this evil asshole, this Turbo is chipper and kind. Turbo excitedly introduces his friends to the power strip, walking to every single person, and eventually getting to the main four. Turbo tries to introduce himself to the four but Vanellope starts freaking out, causing Calhoun and Ralph to get defensive. Felix manages to deescalate the situation before it gets too out of hand and awkwardly apologizes and excuses the group. The group discusses the situation in secret with Vanellope being silent the whole time. They don't really have the time to process anything however, as the arcade is about to open, causing them to all have to go their separate ways.

That day after the arcade closes, Vanellope leaves her game to meet up with the others and ends up bumping into Turbo again. Vanellope starts to freak out again but Turbo doesn't really seem fazed. He helps Vanellope up and introduces himself again. Vanellope introduces herself to Turbo and the two get to talking a little. Vanellope finds out that Turbo has no recollection of any of the events from the years past, no recollection of the Road Blasters event, no recollection of his takeover of Sugar Rush, no recollection of the race and CyBug takeover, nothing. Eventually, Turbo and Vanellope end up going their separate ways with Vanellope going off and joining her group while Turbo heads to explore the arcade with his group.

Plot Throughout the Movie

Throughout the movie, Vanellope and Turbo start talking and hanging out more, eventually forming somewhat of a friendship. Throughout their time together, Vanellope starts telling Turbo about her past experiences with him but doesn't tell him he was the one who caused everything. Turbo responds to this very supportingly, telling her that it wasn't her fault that any of that happened to her. Throughout the rest of the plot, Vanellope ends up refinding herself and starts to move on from her trauma.

B-Plot Revisions

Another thing I really liked from the original Wreck It Ralph 2 was the little snippets of the B-plot with Felix, Calhoun, and the Sugar Rush racers. I'm a sucker for unconventional found family, so I love the small snippets of the B-plot in WIR 2, so I want to carry it over to the rewrite. Now, Turbo being back isn't only going to really affect Vanellope, but it's also going to affect the other Sugar Rush racers as his actions majorly affected them as well. So, for the B-plot, Felix and Calhoun would act as adoptive parents to the Sugar Rush racers, helping them conquer their fears and move on. This plot would happen over the span of the movie and finish before the ending climax in a few shorter scenes. The B-plot would probably get as much screen time as WIR 1's B-plot.

As for Ralph, he would act as Vanellope's support/wingman throughout the movie and a mediator between her and Turbo while she interacts with him and his group. The movie wouldn't focus on him as much as Vanellope since his character arc has mostly concluded nicely in the first movie but he would still get a decent amount of screen time since his relationship with Vanellope is an important part of both his and Vanellope's characters.

Story Additions: Lore of Turbotime Remastered

Turbotime Remastered consists of 6 total characters all complete with a special gimmick that would give each character an advantage and disadvantage in a race. Of course, there's Turbo. He acts as a kind of leader of the group. His gimmick is bug themed and would give him the advantage of being speedy and the disadvantage of not being very durable. Then, there would be Avery, the moral support of the group. Avery would have a land animal gimmick, which would give her the advantage of stealth, but the disadvantage of slower recovery. The next character would be Rocket, the brains of the group. Rocket would have a robot gimmick which would give him the advantage of being very durable but the disadvantage of being the slowest. The next character would be Ivy, the healer of the group. Ivy would have a plant gimmick which would give her the advantage of quick recovery, but the disadvantage of not being very stealthy. The next character would be Quinn, the wildcard of the group. Quinn would have a clown gimmick which would give her the advantage of evading, but the disadvantage of unpredictablilty. The last character would be Deino, the brawn of the group. Deino would have a dinosaur gimmick which would give him the advantage of strength but the disadvantage of speed.

Another addition to Turbo Remastered are the new racing tracks, each being themed to a certain character. For Turbo's map, his would be an updated version of his original map with more variety and turns added to the donut. Avery's map would follow her animal theme and consist of four different quarters each themed to a major habitat that animals live in. Rocket's map would be machine themed, featuring a bunch of robots and machines. Ivy's map would be plant themed, featuring a bunch of different plants. Quinn's map would be circus themed, featuring a three section race through a circus performance. Deino's map would be dinosaur themed, featuring a sectioned race where each section takes place in a period of dinosaur time. These tracks would act as the character's home and place of residence.

In the coded backstory, Turbo met his friends while adventuring and the six ended up forming a somewhat family type of bond with each other. The group all has there counter opposites, with Turbo countering Rocket, and Avery countering Ivy and Deino. Quinn, being the wildcard, would be the odd one out, not having any counters to anyone. Despite their differences, the six all have sincere friendships with each other.

Ending of Wreck It Ralph 2 Rewrite

There are multiple ways for this ending to go. One way is to give new Turbo all the memories of old Turbo and causing Turbo to go mad and try to take over the arcade. This would split off into two possible endings of Turbo either being totally defeated like before and Turbotime Remastered being unplugged, or Turbo being redeemed and making up for all his past mistakes. I'm not going to be going down that route however, as I feel like both endings would be a little too cliche and predictable. The unplugging ending would also probably get rid of a lot of character development that the movie had built up. So, instead, let's do an ending like this:

After Turbo, Vanellope, and Ralph are done hanging out for the day, Turbo is confronted by Avery. Avery spills the beans on how everything Vanellope has been telling Turbo about is about him and starts manipulating him into believing that Vanellope hates him. This makes Turbo angry since he was starting to believe he and Vanellope were friends, and he agrees to help Avery and the others get "revenge". After the arcade closes, the Turbotime Racers invade and take over Sugar Rush, leading the Sugar Rush Racers to have to defeat the Turbotime Racers with the help of Felix, Calhoun, and Ralph before the arcade opens or they will have both Turbotime Remastered and Sugar Rush unplugged.

In the final confrontation, Turbo and Vanellope meet face to face. Vanellope ends up confessing to Turbo that yes, she was scared of him at first but now she's ready to accept that he isn't the same person anymore, and his past actions don't have to affect her anymore. Turbo and Vanellope make up, causing Avery to lash out, leading to a final showdown of some sorts and Avery's redemption. In the end, Avery admits she was jealous of how close Turbo and Vanellope were getting and she was scared of being abandoned. Avery's redeemed and everything goes back to normal.

Story Conclusion

In the end, Vanellope realizes her feelings about the past don't have to define her and she's able to move on and heal from her trauma and live her life free of fear, Turbo doesn't gain any of old Turbo's memories, he realizes that he is a different person from old Turbo and movs on to create his own identity, separate from his old self, The Sugar Rush Racers are adopted by Calhoun and Felix and get over their fears, Ralph continues to be supportive of Vanellope, and The Turbotime Racers learn to not be easily jealous. In the end, Turbotime Remastered stays plugged in, and Turbo and Vanellope's friendship goes back to normal.

TL;DR of the Rewrite's Plot

The trauma from Turbo/King Candy's actions have heavily affected Vanellope to the point its difficult for her to move past it, but when a remaster of Turbo's game, Turbotime, is plugged in, Vanellope is forced to come to terms with her trauma and reconcile her feelings about it with the man behind it all.

Conclusion

Okay, that's all! This was a long one, so if you made it all the way here, thanks for reading! I'm probably not going to do anything with this since this was just a fun little writing exercise, but if you would like to make it into a fanfiction of some sorts or something then feel free to take this idea and credit me! I'm most likely going to do more of these so look out for that! Anyway, thanks again for reading and have a nice day :)

[sugar-crash]

🍬King Candy (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Reader👑

(Love Language Edition Pt. I!)

(I’m honestly surprised it took me this long to use this song, it was my favorite song to dance to in Just Dance, the little hand puppets were so silly!!!)

His love language: Quality Time, Gift Receiving, and Words of Affection

Quality Time:

- I think as much as he tries to distance himself from who he used to be, his way of love mostly stays the same, mostly.

- The fact still stands that he has practically changed everything about himself, down to the way he’s walks and talks— So, naturally, things have changed. As ironic as a character that has a track record of not liking change.

- Dates with him are varied, but they’re only stem into Sugar Rush and Sugar Rush alone for various reasons, though I do like the idea that he’s so anxious (something he would hide well to a degree) that someone will see behind that disguise of his— Someone who won’t fall for his ruse.

- Doing things with you makes that aspect of his life more bearable, not needing to depend on someone like Sour Bill, the C.L.A.W force, or the idiotic doughnut cops Wynnchel and Duncan.

- Someone who cares, someone who doesn’t have an obligation to him like that— Makes those nice moments between you two all the more sweeter as he lets himself be lost to the moment, the feeling fleeting but all the more worth it.

- That and if you’re from a different game— It’s nice to have someone like that, not having to constantly deal with a candy citizen, though if you are from Sugar Rush, I think he eventually is able to appreciate you in a way that’s more than just a Sugar Rush citizen that he will order around.

- He’s far more open to different options now, date planning becoming an absolute delight to do for the two of you.

- That isn’t the only thing he’s open about, he’s endearing in his method of displaying his love, sweetly suggesting date after date as clasps his hands together with a overly dopey smile on his face.

- Again, he’s rather shameless in his efforts to keep you interested/get you to do things he wants.

- …Which supports the idea that, as well intentioned he may be at times, he’s not a good person. Missing the goal so hard he’s basically on the other side of the world. Metaphorically🔑.

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