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Hey I hope you're doing well! I read through all your fics on ao3, and oh my lord your writing is AMAZING!! Like I can't even put into words how unbelievably talented you are! I literally bawled my eyes out through the entirety of homesick, it was so get wrenchingly sad. You tore my heart straight out of my chest! I can tell you put your heart and soul into your work, it really shows in your writing. Like I could almost physically feel in my heart what Mavis was feeling! She is a very strong girl, I could not imagine losing someone I love and then everyone hating me, and being ostracized at the same time I don't think Could live through that. I really admired her for that! I love love LOVE Mavis! Homesick will always have a place in my heart! It was one of the best things I've ever read in all my 22 years of living lol! Please don't ever stop writing you truly have a gift! All your other work with the shit goblins is phenomenal as well! I love them! Oh and one more thing, I am so in love with your Turbo, like I have the hugest crush lmao, I really adore the personality you gave him, and your art work of him has my heart! So sorry for rambling! I tend to do that with things I love, and I LOVE your work! I can't wait to see what else you do in the future!:D Take care! <3

Gggh ghhh hhh ghghh hh fff I just log on to check what's goin on over here and I am SLAMMED with emotion ohhh buddy you're so sweet?? Thank you so much for taking the time to read all my stuff and then send me such a lovely message! It really means the world to me. Seriously warmed my heart and made my day, thank you, you lovely creature <3

#asks #im dead this is so nice #also if you can read my stuff and not have even a lil crush on turbo i have failed

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Welcome Home

A Follow-up to Homesick 9910 words, 2 chapters Characters: Turbo, Make-it Mavis Themes: Hurt/Comfort, hopeful ending CW: Depression, suicidal intentions Summary: After getting Roadblasters and his own game unplugged, Turbo's world is rocked off its axis. He spends months completely lost, unsure of his place in the world, unsure of who he is without his game and glory. But, really, the answers are undeniable: He has no place anymore, and he is nobody. There is no point in hiding nothing. But if he is going to reveal himself to the arcade that believes his own crime killed him, he figures his best friend might as well be the first one to know. Even if she could very well kill him herself when she finds out.

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Turbo could not have said how much time had passed since he ruined his own life. Up above, the passing of time was marked by the usual rituals. The arcade opened, the arcade closed. Sprites slept, sprites woke. Weekends were marked by a distinctive boom in business. One could guess the season by observing what time of day the arcade was most crowded. Decor around Devout sprites’ homes and Game Central Station would be a close imitation of whatever Litwak had hung up in the arcade proper for annual holidays. But Turbo could not rely on these signs from his prison under the world. Any glimpses he was granted of the surface were fleeting, separated by long periods of blindness, deafness, and death-like sleep. But time made itself known, all the same. Even an existence as meager as his would not be forgotten by time, nor would it be shown any mercy. Turbo could not see it, but always, he could feel its eyes upon him.

No, he did not know how many days, weeks, or months he had been in the dark. He did know that he had been suspended in zero-gravity long enough for his body strength to waste away, leaving him winded just from pulling himself along the underside of the ground. He knew that he had been lost in silence long enough to hear voices echoing from the deep, blaming him, mocking him for what he had become. He knew that the man he was before had sunk far enough into the distance that he could no longer see him. He could remember his own name. Time had just worn away all memory of what it meant.

There came a point when, for the first time since the incident, Turbo’s situation was about to change. All of his maddening, painful work had finally paid off just enough to free him from the void, so that he could drag himself right into another. In this void, however, he felt different. In the code space of Fix-it Felix Jr., the passage of time no longer seemed like an unending, unknowable road. The end was finally in sight, and he could feel a sweeping pressure inside him, as if he had begun to step on the brake pedal. He knew, with a nauseating mix of fear and relief, that his suffering would soon be over, or at the very least, different. There was just one thing he absolutely had to do first.

He had to see Mavis.

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#fanfiction #fanfics #wreck it ralph #turbo #make-it mavis #the shitgoblins #funny reading them interact #after writing such a lovely healthy relationship in another project for so long lol #bon appetit

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So I uhhh realized I have a post-Homesick shitgoblins first reunion fic just. Totally done and sitting in my docs unpublished for. Some ungodly reason

So that’s comin’ today

#happy to give yall something #hold onto your butts its emotional #of course

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Pokes my head back in here to say

Don’t worry guys, I’m doing good. Lots of changes going down lately but I am not absent due to being dead or depressed or anything. I’ve just been caught up in other creative pursuits! 

I don’t think its possible for me to leave these babies behind but if I somehow did I would say something rather than ghost. Thank you for the huge backlog of notes and the nice messages though <3

#genuinely doing really good #which is amazing because a lot of bad stuff is happening

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How fitting that this was my 1000th post

TEN gotdamn years

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TEN gotdamn years

#wreck it ralph will always be special to me #it inspired my first finished novel length written work #happy anniversary folks

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-drags myself by my claws out of the steaming tar pit, choking out sludge, inhaling it, choking again, snorting-

Hey guys hows it hangin

#its been a hot minute #i aint forgotten about yall #shits wild rn #for real tho how u doin

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“Well, well, well! What have we here?”

Thinkin about this bitch a lot lately. Clopin from Hunchback has huge Pyrite vibes and I love the Court of Miracles scene for her

“You’re very clever to have found our hideaway. Unfortunately, you won’t live to tell the tale :)”

#art #pyrite #my jester is a bitch and i like her so much

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Tightrope (Part 2)

Read Part 1 here! TURBUG AU Characters: Make-it Mavis, Turbo/Turbug, Sergeant Calhoun, Fix-it Felix CW: Blood, eye trauma, mild horror Summary:  Make-it Mavis, who has been living under disguise as Pyrite in Sugar Rush for fifteen years, wakes after the cy-bug invasion to find that her life as she knew it is gone. Turbo has been dethroned and is now missing. While avoiding capture herself, Mavis sets out on a mission to find him, which quickly turns into a mission to free him from the colossal, monstrous, insectoid cage he has become trapped in.

Over the course of her life in the game, Mavis often wondered if the Sugar Rush caverns were actually coded with any real purpose in mind. They were dark, cold, and barren, with no roads suggesting that a race track was ever intended to be laid through them. The Devs even seemed to intentionally make it very difficult for anyone to access the tunnels, as any safe entrances were far out of the way, expertly hidden, or both.

Her ponderings usually ended at the same, kind of humorous place, which was that the caverns must have been some kind of weird Easter Egg, like her. But as she understood it, much of the point of Easter Eggs was being rewarded for being clever enough to find them. Where was the reward in miles of empty, creepy tunnels?

But now, Mavis decided that if she was able to find Turbo taking refuge down there, safe and sound, she would never question the worth of the caverns again.

Read the rest of Part 2 here!

#fanfiction #fanfic #wreck it ralph #make it mavis #turbo #turbug au #ive wanted to write this for years #so glad i got around to it

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ok it’ll be tomorrow because I’m out of steam BUT it’s just like a couple paragraphs so it’ll be quick.

O yeah you’re getting Tightrope part 2 today too because apparently I had it planned enough in my head for years that I could just bang it out SO

keep an eye out for that later

#gets my writing done literally a few hours before picking up a buddy at the airport #about fics

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O yeah you’re getting Tightrope part 2 today too because apparently I had it planned enough in my head for years that I could just bang it out SO

keep an eye out for that later

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I acknowledge that the canon spelling of cybug is actually cy-bug but given that that is a stupid-ass decision I’ve elected to ignore it

#its a pun on cyber just go for it #the hyphen puts a weird pause in my brain #so it becomes sigh bug

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Tightrope (Part 1)

TURBUG AU 6606 words Characters: Make-it Mavis, Turbo/Turbug, Fix-it Felix, Wreck-it Ralph, Vanellope Von Schweetz, Tamora Calhoun CW: Graphic severed limb, blood, death/respawn Summary: Make-it Mavis, who has been living under disguise as Pyrite in Sugar Rush for fifteen years, wakes after the cy-bug invasion to find that her life as she knew it is gone. Turbo has been dethroned and is now missing. While avoiding capture herself, Mavis sets out on a mission to find him, which quickly turns into a mission to free him from the colossal, monstrous, insectoid cage he has become trapped in.

Sharp, shrill glitching slowly tugged Mavis back into consciousness. Flashes of red cut across her vision, each one bringing a stab of pain like nail guns fired point-blank at her temples as she struggled to open her eyes. Once her surroundings came into focus, she found herself on her back. Above her were the orange bulbs of lollipops that grew in stout, curving clusters like saccharine mushrooms, and beyond them, the sky of Sugar Rush was choked out by toxic, black smog, like the shadow of a storm far too dark for a game so bright.

Mavis did not remember hitting the ground, but her body hastily and harshly filled in the gaps for her as the rest of her senses returned. She was laid over a bed of bulging, jagged lollipops that bent and cracked upon impact, and they seemed to bend and crack her just as hard. Everything hurt, but throbbing pain pulsed harder and harder from her right leg, left hip, and right shoulder in particular, with blazing hot, freezing cold, swelling knots of agony she knew to be sure signs of broken bones. She tried to move, to just sit up enough to assess the damage, but could not even lift her shoulders off of the candy crags beneath her. Her right arm was too weak from the break, and her left had seemingly gone completely numb. With a frustrated grunt, she let her head, which was already swimming from the effort, fall back and bump against a hard knot and loll to the side so she could check what was wrong with her left arm.

It was gone.

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#fanfiction #fanfics #turbug au #make it mavis #turbo #wreck it ralph #fix it felix #sergeant calhoun #vanellope von schweetz #cybug #i swear this turns into a nice au #its just rocky #and i love gore

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Ok Turbug AU intro is actually gonna be 3 parts. And I’d normally write the whole thing and then upload it in increments BUT, I’m going to be busy with IRL friends for almost all of August so idk when I’ll actually get time to write 2 and 3 before September.

But I wanna give you somethin so I’ll be uploading part 1 in a bit, just gotta get it on AO3!

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I’m having fun

#over my dead body they will! #thats what im saying. youd be dead too in that scenario #about fics

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Finally drew my idea for “code scars” that I’ve had for several years but never properly drawn. The idea is that your code is damaged, not enough to fully corrupt you, but enough that part of your sprite can’t fully load, even after respawn. This results in the appearance of exposed binary in blocky pixel scars. It can also affect use of that part of your body, from limb weakness to paralysis, or from partial to total loss of feeling.

This isn’t really an AU specific picture because this is just what happens after the Sugar Rush invasion in the first movie. A cybug bites Mavis’ arm off and consumes its code. Said cybug is destroyed in the volcano, along with that chunk of code it ate. Mavis dies, respawns, and her code quite literally has a chunk bitten out of it, but it does its best to fill in the blanks.

#wreck it ralph #make it mavis #body horror #pixel gore #this however how turbug au opens so thats fun #art

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WORKIN ON SOME TURBUG AU FIC TODAY. FINALLY. I’ve had the idea for a sort of “intro” fic to the AU for quite some time but I finally wrote an outline for it and I’m gonna properly start it today. Gonna be a 2 parter, telling how the AU’s story starts. So assuming I’m not overcome with inspiration and write more, there should end up being 3 (or 4 if you count every chapter) fics in Turbug AU in the anthology. Chronologically, there will be this one which is currently unnamed, Warm Blooded, and then another called Withering Echo that’s been sitting in my docs unfinished for a couple years. Bout time I stopped neglecting my fave AU

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