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tessathegamefreak · 1 year

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Headcanon Time...

All Wreck-It Ralph AUs/realities can exist on the same Earth with the right conditions!

Okay, so hear me out...

Now, the vast majority of us Wreck-It Ralph fans were not happy with the results of the sequel we got, AND FOR GOOD REASON!

There was so much wrong with the sequel, from inconsistencies with the original story to the sudden throwback in characters. I was so appalled by what we got that I found ways to consider it non-canon; one of these ways went as far as being a headcanon that this sequel was just a really bad fanfiction Candlehead wrote!

Then, there were many people that said, "well, what if this took place in a different arcade?". Now, they might have something there. There was no mention of Turbo in the new movie, the Sugar Rush game console is different, and doppelgangers are a thing, so maybe Litwak is actually a fully different person or a relative that runs a family business. Plus, the Internet is a wide place, so big that there was no way the sequel could capture and depict every part of it, so everything is possible!

But this goes beyond that... I am here to explain how you can fit your AUs into one world on top of this! I will use a couple of examples to give clearer explanations.

So, I have an OC that is from "Kingdom Hearts Union X", a mobile game that was once online- and once so great. If you are familiar with Kingdom Hearts, you know that they are a big crossover between Final Fantasy and Disney franchises, and Union X was the only KH game that has the Wreck-It Ralph world as a playable location. I have integrated my OC into my WIR roleplays numerous times, despite having lived out the events of the movie through her game. But how can that be possible? Doesn't it get awkward that she thinks she has these memories, but the others have no memory of her? Well, I have 2 reach arounds to combat this...

"The Simpsons" explanation! The Simpsons is so well known as a show, but not just for its revolutionary comedy, but for its "predictions"! Now, the farfetched explanation for how they could have so many accurate predictions is that "Matt Groening is a time traveler!". For the plausible explanation though, it could be said that "there are numerous possibilities in the world, and if you throw one out on the media, it is possible that it will come true". So if you were to write a story where you interact with the characters, but the movie already exists, you could explain it lore wise that Disney had bought licensing to these games, made a movie, and the events from that movie became a reality.

[KHUx OC] Coalette's character arc is similar to Buzz Lightyear. She is so ingrained into her false memories that she will eventually have to grow apart from them by interacting with the real characters in front of her. You could write something similar to this where AU characters meet their original counterparts and vice-versa!

Now, that could account for the potential plot hole of the events of the movie happening across multiple coordinates in the world, but you may think that there is another plothole when it comes to connecting AUs: Turbo. How could I possibly explain the same character from the same game getting greedy in the same way and manner across numerous arcades?...

Well, what if I told you my explanation for that was a flaw in Turbo-Time's programming? Think about it, we don't hear much of anything about Turbo in the sequel, not even mentioned or seen as merch or a fan favorite game, or even as a remastered/revival game anywhere on the Internet! You see, Turbo was programmed to be the "#1 racer" ever, and this held true for the first five years in arcade history. When newer, fancier racing games began to come out, Turbo would then feel his programming being challenged, causing him to go berserk and break into other racing games. What if this issue was common amongst ALL Turbo-Time consoles? They would have all been programmed the same way, so the moment arcades took notice to Turbo causing other racing games to crash and become corrupted, a nation-wide recall was issued on the consoles, preventing the game to become known amongst future generations. The surviving Turbos would remain in their arcades, and Turbo-Time would be put away as lost media. His story would only be a tale that those from before 1987 would be able to tell.

And there you have it, my explanation for connecting Wreck-It Ralph AUs and Realities together! Hope you have fun with world lore writing!

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nemesis-is-my-middle-name · 1 year

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is there a place that just lists the buy and sell prices of pla materials or would i have to diy that

#the nemesis speaks #for writing purposes #im curious how much jubilife values certain things

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i-love-ninjago-kai · 2 years

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Does the commissioner have a name or is his name just "the commissioner?"

#ninjago #for writing purposes

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leseigneurdufeu · 1 year

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is it only a french expression or do people say in english to "shoot themselves up with coffee" to say drink coffee to stay awake?

#for writing purposes

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ishipgenfics · 1 year

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The Silence of A Dream

Dream does not speak when he breaks out of his cell, nor when he condemns Alex Burgess to an eternity of nightmares. Not Nightmares, he notes. None respond to his call. He does not note his silence. He has other things on his mind.

He makes it to the Dreaming-- but barely. The waters are swift and rough, the currents of the minds barely obeying his commands. It tries to pull him where it may, and it takes all of his strength to hang on.

He washes up at Lucienne's feet. He opens his mouth to try to explain, to try and tell her what has happened, to apologize for being gone for so long, to ask for aid--

But nothing comes out.

He runs over his body, heedless of Lucienne's attempts to pull him along, and her pleads to, 'Say something, Lord, please.' There is nothing wrong with his vocal cords, and anyway, he should be able to just project words in his own realm. But the idea of spoken words, of giving in...

(They'll take everything. You'll give in and they'll take everything, everything you have everything you are don't speak don't speak don't speak--)

He knows that there are other reasons dreamers do not speak. Differences in the mind, stress. Trauma.

Dream's fists tighten, nails digging into his palms. Why is he this weak? He is not traumatized, he is not broken. He is Endless. He doesn't even have a brain.

And yet, he cannot force himself to speak a single word.

Could he still sign? Would his hands form the motions, or was this yet another way his body would betray him?

He plannted himself firm in the soil of the Dreaming, ignoring Lucienne's continued attempts to drag him forward. With a flurry of hands, he spelled out her name.

... alright. At least he had not been stripped of all forms of communication.

There was no response from his Librarian. Strange. His creations understood all forms of language, just as he did.

He tried again. L-U-C-I-E-N-N-E?

"I'm sorry my Lord," Lucienne said. "I don't understand you.

He had forgotten. It had been so long that he had forgotten Lucienne was not one of his creations. She had been human, once, and then one of his ravens. She did not share the gifts he had given to his Dreams and Nightmares.

... this was going to be a problem.

#nonverbal dream #i'm not nonverbal #so if i wrote anything badly or did something offensive PLEASE let me know #reblog #fanfiction #story #story snippet #sign language #dream should probably be signing in BSL #but i don't know BSL #so y'know #we're going with ASL instead #he's an immortal being whatever #he probably wasn't speaking English to Nada anyway #it's just like that for show purposes #so this is ASL #for writing purposes #internalized abliesm #the sandman

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panda-of-the-trash · 7 months

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Can one say something is ommy nommy?

#anya babbles #again #for writing purposes

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ben-c-group-therapy · 2 years

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#danny pino #miguel galindo #for writing purposes #and he looks amazing always #and I love hearing him speak #fuck this man #god he looks so good

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spoonbf · 2 years

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tell me ur steddie hcs🤲

#for writing purposes #Please😞#steddie #steveddie #Slash Serious

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aloybutnot · 1 year

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i discovered for myself a trope that i call “right people but there’s never gonna be a right time for them” i have no idea what to do with this, so ppl who want to hurt others with their writing skills you can have it

#bookblr #trope of the day #writing trope #writer things #for writing purposes #rambles

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tomtepixiedust · 2 years

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A Czech fairytale, english translation

I’ve been thinking about making another fantasy story and picked up my fairy tale book to find some inspiration. And lo and behold, I did. So much that I decided to find justice for Liliana, the third sister but that’s for another post. Btw, this one is translated from Polish, which was translated from Czech, so in case the Czech original is found, stuff may not add up. Also, this is hot off the press translation, expect some mistakes.

Janeczek

Now, I shall tell you about Janeczek as you might not have heard about him yet. There was once a coal man, poor, as that’s how it usually goes. He did have a seven-year-old son, Janeczek. The coal man had long ago become a widower and he had to take care of his son alone. The boy, however, didn’t like to learn that much , he’d rather look after grazing goats, and he very much liked strolling around the forest. And that would be all. Years passed and Janeczek grew up to be a comely young lad. One day, as usually, he brought the goats to the forest, though never mind where to, so that he didn’t even come back home for dinner.

And the goats, as goats do, sauntered around and searched for something delicious to nibble at, cause - as you know - these fussy creatures wouldn’t eat just anything random. In the meantime, Janeczek made a little garden out of twigs, planted flowers there, brought water in his cap and lovingly watered the flowers. Then, an idea popped up in his mind, as to search in the forest for the magical flower, which he heard about a little bit. Believe it, that such things do happen! As such, the goats followed the goats, while he wandered deeper into the forest. He looked, and there, some gray birdie flew out of the copse, as if to say something. Flying closer, then again a bit back, as if wanting to lead Janeczek somewhere. How strange! What could the birdie want? Well, well, Janeczek followed him and that’s how he came to a place, which had some kind of opening. Could this be a cave? No idea, as to what it could be! Janeczek looked around, and no way nor path in sight. Not knowing what now, he started to curse: “To hell with this birdie wretched folk! Now, I have absolutely no ide where I am!

In that moment fluttered the birdie, almost directly under his nose, with a twig in its beak. After throwing the twig right before his legs, the birdie then flew into a crack in the rock, where it sat down, and well it sits. All while chirping somewhat quaintly. Our nice Janeczek understood the birdie’s advice, took the twig, hit the rock three times with it, and then the rock immediately cracked open. A moment he looked in stupor at what was going on, but then he plucked up courage and went inside, because boys like him always want to investigate everything. At first he saw nothing due to the sudden darkness, he only felt that he was in an unknown place. A moment later the place lit up and then he found himself surrounded by plentiful of wonderful flowers, such flowers, which in all his life he had never seen before. Amongst these flowers scurried around many little midgets and none of them was bigger than a half-litre jug. Swarming like in an anthill, everyone was busy with some kind of work. Janeczek looked upon this breathlessly, his eyes popping out from his wonder. Way off in the distance there stood a glass castle, so sparkling and shiny, that it hurt his eyes. All this took a long moment, when suddenly a girl appeared in front of him, as if rising from the ground. Her whole head was covered in gold. She asked Janeczek:

“What are you looking for at our place?”

That made him even more surprised and only after a while he answered:

“Oh, well, looking for luck” Because only such a thought came to his mind.

“In that case, follow me and you will get something. We have something for you”, the girl said. Then, she led him by his hand and as they were walking together, Janeczek asked: “What’s your name?”

“They call me Celinka. I have two other sisters and I am the one who restores health.”

“Could it be that you hath sick ones here?” Janeczek asked in surprise.

“How could it be! We don’t even know something like that. We only help those, there, above.”

“How is that possible?”

“Don’t mind it! Here, you have a small grain. If you need anything, let it fall to the ground and I shall appear immediately. I advise you strongly, guard it properly!” Having said that, she gave him a grain the size of an almond.

After a while, walking together like that, they came to the second garden. And here were lots of flowers, but even more beautiful than the ones before. In this garden ruled Celinka’s older sister, whose name was Milenka. She, in turn, could bring back eyesight. She bustled around in her garden, filling up the entire place with her own self: she fluttered on a glass twig and spilled out pearls everywhere. And these shone so much, that they looked like fiery sparks, as if someone had scattered stars. There were so many lying around that one could pick them up in baskets. Janeczek liked these pearls very much. Oh, if only she could give me one as a memento. And so, Milenka threw him one pearl. When he held it in his hand, she spoke:

“Be careful, guard it properly! If you ever need me, drop it to the ground and I shall appear immediately.”

Now, Milenka joined the two and went with them. Shortly after, laughter and singing reached their ears.

“What is it? I hear singing!” Janeczek spoke up.

“We’re going to our oldest sister. Her name is Liliana and is the lady of the treasures.”

When they reached their destination, he started to look around, curious about the treasures. In the meantime, Lilianka plucked out a whithered rose, gave it to him and said:

“Take it and put it into your pocket. I give this rose to you as a memento.”

Just as he put the flower into his pocket, something thrummed. At that, the pocket became so heavy that he had to hold it up somehow.

The girls showed him around here and there but then a great longing for his neck of the woods overcame his mind. And he longed for nothing more than to be at home again.

“Surely you don’t like it here,” all three asked at once.

“I wouldn’t say it,” he refuted, “but I would like to be at home now.”

“Well, we’re not going to hold you here any longer. Return! But diligently guard the things we gave you!”

Suddenly darkness filled the surroundings. Janeczek didn’t even know how it came to be and in this moment he found himself at the entrance to the cave in that rock. In the next moment he was outside the cave. The gray birdie, that waited there for him, shot up and flew before him, showing the way back. Janeczek jauntily ran after him and soon was back home. He was sure his father would be overjoyed, when he showed the money. He looked and saw, the door was locked. No coal man in sight. The goats disappeared as well. Maybe the father went to look for the son in the forest?

Janeczek was glad that he was in the ordinary world and at home. The house, however, when he took a closer look, seemed to be very poor and empty.

What awaits me? he wondered To live in poverty till death? Then, he decided: Oh, why not, let’s go out into the world.

Honestly speaking, can’t blame him for that decision.

Janeczek tied his money into a knot and so he went. And as befitting a wanderer - with a stick in his hand.

He wandered and wandered, from one city to another he ventured. He stopped by for a bit to listen to various news and rumours. That way he dropped by the capital, where the king resided in. Everything was covered by a black shroud, a mourning atmosphere everywhere, like before a grand funeral.

He asked a random person passing by, what was going on. To which he was told: “Well, we are in deep mourning. The princess is very sick and there is no doctor who could help her. Poor gal, probably won’t live for long.”

Janeczek, having heard that, thought: Maybe I should go up to the king? Maybe the grain would help? He pondered for a bit, then took courage and went in the direction of the castle stairs. There he introduced himself as a doctor from India. The guards let him through and that’s how he ended up in the castle. He was then led to the king.

“Ah, my dear golden young lad, I myself don’t know anymore what to do. Such people like you came here about fity. I doubt if you could make a difference. But seeing how you came from so far away, try. If you manage to heal her, I won’t be saddened to part with even half of the kingdom.” Janeczek was led to the chamber, where the princess was lying. Oh, you people, what a sad sight it was! It couldn’t be any worse, she looked like suffering incarnate. Janeczek asked everyone to leave the chamber as not to interrupt him. When he was alone with the princess, he dropped the grain onto the ground. The grain barely touched the ground, when the golden girl Celinka appeared, asking quietly; “Why are you summoning me?”

“If you can, heal the princess!” he pleaded.

Celinka came up to the bed, took the princess’ hand, squeezed three times and kissed so lightly as if stroking a flower. Before he knew it, she was long gone. The princess moved and tried to stand up. She felt so light, she tried to leave the bed. Only that she did it in a manner as if she didn’t recognize anything around her, as if she was blind. Janeczek quickly took out the pearl, dropped it to the ground, thump - and immediately Milenka, the second sister, stood before him, asking just as quietly: “Why are you summoning me?”

“The princess is, admittedly, healthy, but due to the sickness she lost her eyesight. Could you help her?” he pleaded.

Milenka went up to the princess, moistened her thumb with her salvia and three times rubbed the temples and eyes of the blind, three times here and then there. Before he knew it, Milenka was long gone and he didn’t make it in time to thank her.

The princess immediately opened her eyes. She looked and saw, before her stood a beautiful youngster, Janeczek. Out of joy the words were stuck in her throat. But what were word needed for! The news of her recovery immediately spread around the castle. Everyone raced back and forth, lots of commotion and joy going on, but the most happy out of all was the king. When he calmed down a bit, he said:

“There is not a thing in this whole world that I would deny you, since what you’ve done is worth more than the whole kingdom”

He took their hands, interwined them and added:

“Dear children, live in good luck till the last of your days.”

And that’s how it ended, as it couldn’t be any better. There was a wedding, so grand that no one has seen so far and wouldn’t see as it lasted a whole month. When it did, however, end, they took back the old coal man and lived happily ever after for very long years.

The End.

#slavic #czech #fairy tale #translation #polish #writing ideas #for future reference #for writing purposes #for further bashing #to get some writing done #lucky protagonist #classic damsel in distress #a happy ending #third sister Liliana deserved better #unappreciated character #A happy-go-lucky protagonist.#a father that didn’t die in the middle of the story.#a sister that was mentioned but didn’t come back at the end

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