#thank you gremlin man

[burgerrat]

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But...

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

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

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

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

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

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

[doodle-girl]

Happy one month, sitcommies 🎉

Edit: TUMBLR FUCKED UP THE COLORS AGAIN HOLD UP I FIXED IT

Edit 2: THEY KEEP FUCKING IT UP I HAD TO UPLOAD A SCREENSHOT OF THE ART RAGJRHJHFJFHJ

[oneshotgremlin]

Like nothing ever happened

@pizzabox-box holy shit your au has been living in my brain rent free and I must give payment for this disease /pos

Pep was never much of a morning person. For as long as he had been a person, for whatever that’s worth. Regardless, no matter how sleepless the night before was or how groggy he was at the current moment, he had a pizzeria to run.

Firing up the oven, taking out the toppings, prepping for business practically out of auto pilot (he’d ask himself which auto was piloting him but honestly he was too out of it and it was too early to start spiraling into another existential crisis).

(And maybe he should’ve. Really, it was only a matter of time before he’d slip up)

It was when he walked back to the kitchen, sauce at the ready for ladling onto his freshly stretched dough, when he realized said dough had somehow fallen from the  countertop and onto the floor.

A pair of eyes were peering up from it to meet him, the dough crawling closer out of apparent curiosity. 

He now was acutely aware that his bare hand was starting to melt onto the rubber handle of the spoon.

Fuck FUCK FUCK-

Gustavo and Brick would clock in at any second and they couldn’t see this they couldn’t see it they’d know they’ll all KNOW-

Just. He picked it up, cringing as it wriggled in his grasp. Just get rid of it. He laughed a bit at himself. How could he be so stupid panicking over something like this? He’s done it before, all the time! Back in his pizzeria! Just get rid of it! Just bite it and tear it apart! It’ll be like nothing happened!

Just.

He picked it up, and it looked at him with wide eyes.

Just…

He struggled against the limbs holding him, whimpering and begging.

…just…

It bit down, and his screams were cut off with a sickening crunch.

…

The taste of metal filled its mouth. Its hands, its teeth, it was all dripping with red. His red.

…

He mechanically shoved the creature into a pizza box, it giving little squeaks of protest before seeming to settle down. And step, by step, by step, one foot somehow landing in front of the other he left the restaurant.

In a time span that felt like nothing and perpetual static, the rubble of the tower came to view and he lightly set the pizza creature down at the clearing. Thankfully, the moment it touched the ground it turned tail and ran far away from him.

‘There.’ He thought. Trudging back to the pizzeria, excuses and fake explanations swimming in his mind in anticipation of Gustavo asking why he’d been out and any other questions born of well meaning concern that was never meant for him.

‘Like nothing ever happened.’

[memento-morri-writes]

This is far from my best work, but it's 1:30am, and I needed to get this down before I slept or lost my mind. So here, take a snippet of Rook seeing Zara again for the first time in 3 years.

Trying, and failing, to keep his voice from shaking, [Rook] said “Hello, Captain.” Mouth still open in surprise, [Zara] replied “Well, hello yourself.” The reality of what she was seeing seemed to hit her as she rounded the desk. “Rook, is that really you?” He nodded. “It’s me.” Zara ran towards him, stopping just short of touching him, and said “What did she do to you?” Rook’s heart stuttered and he had to brush his fingers together to confirm Sigmar’s ring was still in place. Could she possibly see through its illusion? But then he remembered what Lanny had said. She knew where you were. His throat clenched and he choked out ��Two years.” A wave of grief swept across Zara’s face as she said “I’m so, so sorry.” Rook shook his head vigorously. “It’s not your fault.” Zara ignored him. “It is my fault. I failed you. As your captain, it’s my responsibility to keep you safe, and I failed you.” Rook wanted to say something, to reassure her, but she pushed on. “She sent me letters, told me all the terrible things she was doing to you. I… I let you down.” Those words hit Rook with the force of a dozen cannonballs. Lanny had said that Zara knew Wolf had him, but knowing that Zara had been aware of what Wolf was doing to him… somehow that was more painful than any wound Wolf had ever inflicted. He barely managed to force his next words out around the lump in his throat. “Where were you?” And why didn’t you come? “She said she’d kill you if I came to get you. Or if I hired anyone to get you. You’re standing here because I stopped sailing.” 

(honorary one-time tag for @space-writes bc I remember you enjoyed my other bits about Rook and Zara.)

[amischiefofmuses]

Kurt! In the interest of getting to know you better, I was hoping to ask you some questions? :)

What’s your favorite time of year? Do you prefer coffee or tea? (Or - secret third option, hot chocolate)

Aaaand which Back Street Boy is gay?

Ask Random Muse Questions || Always Accepting

-- ❝Of course! Ask avay, I am an open book!❞ Some would argue perhaps too much so, too friendly, too trusting but he's quite content in making new friends with most anyone. There's a pause of thought, tail swaying for a moment before being punctuated with a flick, a decision made. -- ❝I vould have to say my favorite season is fall, good warm veather vithout being too hot, nor too cold-❞ While furry enough to make extreme heat near unbearable, it's still not quite enough to take the edge off a real winter chill. ❝…I also enjoy zhe pumpkin spice.❞ Which leads quite neatly into the second question, one somehow even trickier given his love of warm drinks. He finds them comforting, calming, a grounding moment in otherwise busy days. -- ❝I often start zhe day vith a coffee, end vith some tea- perhaps a fruit or herbal tea, if zhe mood strikes.❞ A pleasant end to a day if he's in need of something a little more relaxing, even better when accompanied by a book to read while curled up somewhere. Pure bliss. The final question earns a tilt of his head, however, confusion crossing his features. -- ❝I- Do not know anything about zhe backstreet boys personally, I have heard zhere music but- Is zhis something I should know zhe answer to..?❞

[chloecherrysip]

I'm sorry, I really thought I could be a normal person about this, but literally every time I remember that the mario movie went out of its way to have Bowser say such a foreboding line as "we'll see how tough this Mario is when he watches me kill his brother!" and then simply REFUSED TO PAY THAT OFF when it really could have been a surprising and scary gut punch late in the movie to see Bowser attempt something there, even briefly, I become a little more deranged.

[emeritusterzo]

danhausen I’m not strong enough for this

[b0nelessdoodles]

dnd this last weekend was intense af!

shoutout to the paladin pulling a clutch move to juice up the goblin with god powers and giving him a power trip 2 seconds after he got brought back from death saving zone

[serpercival]

OOH tell me about Consultancy, 1971, if you'd like :D

Absolutely shockingly by the titling scheme this fits into my Trapper John MD extended universe! That series revolves around fitting a beejtraphawk relationship into the background of the show but tragically this one does not involve BJ at all.

TJMD has a guy named Stanley Riverside II. He's a total dork, some of the best autism representation I've ever seen in media despite him not being purposefully autistic, and also his dad is head of the board of directors at the hospital where Trapper works. I have Hawk teaching at Stanford in this 'verse and also occasionally consulting on rough cases with Trapper and BJ - Trapper's been chief of surgery for about a year and a half as of this fic, so he's got the sway to let Hawkeye show up, tell people exactly how wrong they're doing things, and then fuck back off.

Stanley is. Oh boy. Stanley is alarmingly entitled and also two weeks into his residency here. Trapper has a pager so he can call Hawk if he needs something urgently. Stanley steals it and calls Hawkeye in so he can do something deeply stupid and unnecessary that I haven't actually figured out yet. Hawk's pissed and this sets up a lot of his anger at Stan that gets referenced in Poker Night, 1979. I don't like any of what I have written down so far but I do like the concept and I'm definitely coming back to it!

[mansplainmanipulatemalewife]

I think the reason I like oldboy so much is because deep down I too an a bitter old queen

[leslieseveride]

ngl, i always forget that the rookie has been on air for 6 years until i see eric post a tiktok with his daughter. that girl has groowwn.

[red-hemlock]

[Cliché meme prompts. also hello! sorry I'm late to the party :') ]

"If I wanted to kill you, would've done it already." While Hemlock was no easy feat, and Rorschach was only a man. That threat still held weight as he growled it out.

"More important matters to attend to. Need information. Then I'll let you go."

Cliché Meme Prompts! @the-rorschach-mask

"Aww, don't 'pout', darling. The night's still young, and always full of surprises." The knife turns in her hand. River beams, but it's a smile of salt-laced venom; and it's not entirely clear which of them she might've been referring to in that on-so very 'vague' threat.

"...But do tell, what ever could I help you with? If it's new threads you're looking-for, just go to Midtown Mall already and kindly scram."

[omegapheromone]

Listen I don't normally post anything not safe for work/tumblr but I apparently just. Am having a really strong heat for seemingly no reason and basically my brain isn't working right and it's like... my own skin feels uncomfortable and my body is just. A mess really.

[nu-metal-confessions]

So there's 2 parts to my confession I hope that's okay <3

1. I wanna give Jim Root a big hug and watch a movie with him :)

2. I've seen those robotic dance moves that Sid does during The Devil in I and they're so funny 😭 I love seeing YT vids of him doing it, I can't wait to see it live (does he still do that?? I hope so)

Anyway yeah I love this blog sm <3

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[snowy-bones]

Been super quiet lately you get forgotten about that quickly?

Look man, let's not do this today okay? It's been one hell of a damn month and it's only the 9th of December. I'm going to have to have you take the time to chill and not pull this crap right now. I'm not even giving you the chance to pull this. If you come back with more of this bullshittery I'm going to take action okay? Good...now...buzz off.

Ash you legit came in so dang fast what the heck... It's what I do...good to see you getting a laugh out of it.

[brozoner]

The most dude to ever

Gotta flex the drip

Clay gives me vibes of being hyper-fixated on any task for hours (to the point where it takes all 4 siblings to get him to relax) but also being the most unhinged out of the 5

Link to the rest of the bros

John Dory

Bruce

Floyd