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Group hug.

With my random hiatus out of the way, I’m going to be trying to make this blog active again as a dashboard only blog because editing themes is super buggy on my computer. I’m going to have to remake icons, tags, AND make the about pages for each of the racers but hey. It’s gonna happen. Once I start roleplaying again, I’ll be dropping most of my threads in my drafts so I can start fresh.

#* // ooc.

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ALSO. TO ANYONE WHOS EVER SENT ME AN ASK

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Taffyta hugs her new mom for the first time.

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send me ‘ 👏🏻 ‘ for my muse’s reaction to yours sarcastically applauding a failure of theirs

☯ + The "Everyone who was ever mean to me shall be... executed." scene? For Gloyd.

Send me ☯ + a scene. // Accepting!!

After all the Cybug chaos was done and over with, it had been a RELIEF to the candy corn clad racer to set foot back in Sugar Rush. The game reset itself just in time for the arcade to open, only something was different. Even seeing a blinding light enveloping the Glitch he couldn’t place his finger on it.. then all of a sudden, everything made sense. Nervous whispers spread amongst the crowd until a small green hand gestured towards Vanellope:

❛ All hail the RIGHTFUL RULER of Sugar Rush….. Princess Vanellope. ❜

It turns out, Vanellope wasn’t a ‘glitch’ at all, she was the game’s PRINCESS, and that means that for FIFTEEN LONG YEARS the racers have (unbeknownst to them) been committing treason against their game’s rightful ruler. An amused grin spread across Vanellope’s face at the shock of her formal bullies, accompanied by a sparkle of something else in her hazel eyes, though Gloyd couldn’t quite place what that something was yet. Hatred? Mischief?

❛ Tut tut, ❜ she started to speak using a regal tone and elegant hand motions, ❛as your MERCIFUL princess I hereby decree that everyone who was EVER mean to me shall be…….. ❜

Gloyd wasn’t sure what he had expected to hear from her exactly, perhaps that the’d be forgiven, but a hopeful grin spread across his face. Only moments later did she finish her statement.

❛ E X E C U T E D.❜

#* // gloyd orangeboar.#not really a drabble ( it's too long)#but i tried not to just write the entire ending here lmaooooo #everybodysxcute

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Send me '☯ + a scene from my characters canon' and I will drabble it from my character's POV.

#* // memes.#i haven't written here for a while && this looks cool..#please specify muse #or gloyd will be my default

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Idk I just felt like drawing them again

#* // rancis fluggerbutter.#* // gloyd orangeboar.#* // swizzle malarkey.

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Gloyd is done with his new Dad

#* // gloyd orangeboar.#* // fix-it felix.#q.

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Sugar Rush visual development from The Art of Wreck-It Ralph

#* // sugar rush.

@wcrldlyadventures. // cont. from ♥.

Chestnut orbs watch as the frame he had so CARELESSLY broken was repaired in less than a few seconds. Though Gloyd wasn’t entirely sure what Felix meant by learning experience, he made it a point to at least respond to the question that was asked of him, though reluctantly and in somewhat of a huff.

❛ No, not really. ❜

Both hands shoved themselves into the pockets of his orange blazer, his eyes narrowing ever so slightly. Truthfully, Gloyd had no real reason to be acting so sour towards the handyman, he had given racers a HOME to stay in now that theirs was gone for what could be forever. Even so, the prankster wasn’t exactly accustomed to having limits on what he could do.

Gloyd had NEVER been the best behaved of the bunch after all. ❛ So, what? Am I in trouble or something? Am I gonna be grounded to the time out corner? ❜

#* // gloyd orangeboar.#* // ic.#wcrldlyadventures

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@canvandal cont [x]

Hazel eyes flicked down at the present extended from gloyd as she gently took it in her hands, before back up at Gloyd. Surprisingly she didn’t have much sass to offer today, in fact, her demeanor was rather soft, which didn’t come by often. Maybe it was the holiday–and maybe it was something else. Either way, a warm smile of her own appears across her features as she carefully unwraps it.

“ Don’t apologize Gloyd. I’m just happy t’ get anything coming from you.” She answers, her mouth pressing into a hard line for a brief moment. Wow that sounded sappy. She really wasn’t as good at hiding how she felt the way she tried to tell herself she was.

Either way, she does her best to move past her own comment like it was nothing , opening up her hot chocolate mix. It wasn’t much, but just as promised, she was thankful for it. You could never go wrong with hot chocolate.

“ Thanks. I love it. Really.” She finally says, looking up and gently putting the box in her hoodie. Lucky it was small enough to fit.

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Chestnut eyes watched carefully as Vanellope accepted his gift, all the while looking like he wanted to take it back. Then she ACTUALLY opened the box and he cringed. Sure, he normally gets joking gifts for everyone, but now he felt ... bad. Even after saying she liked the hot cocoa mix, he didn’t look all that convinced, his foot scuffed against the candied ground beneath them.

❛ It sucks, I know. I’m terrible at picking out presents. ❜

At least, ones that aren’t some kind of prank. So, really, this entire experience was something he wasn’t accustomed to. But he really did try to find something decent for her, even if he had NO IDEA where to even start. Seriously, what was he supposed to get someone who had everything they’d ever DREAMED OF and MORE?

Much calmer now than he had been moments prior, an arm reached up to rub the back of his neck.

❛ Anyways, I’m just glad you’re not too disappointed about the gift thing, ❜ he gave his best shrug, ❛ I tried to make it work, but I didn’t know what you’d want and I’m kinda broke at the moment. Plus, hot chocolate’s sometimes nice to have when you’re sick or somethin’. ❜

After saying that, he shifted trying to adjust the grip he had on the gift bag he had over his shoulder, but before he left he made it a point to say:

❛ Oh, and thanks for the present. I think it’s really awesome. ❜

#* // gloyd orangeboar.#* // ic.#sassnspriinkles

" Merry Christmas Orangeboar." The child holds out a package. Inside was wrapped a black nightmare before christmas santa suit. She even made sure there was a little pumpkin emblem on it.

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❛ Wait, you seriously have something for me..? ❜

Hands almost hesitated to accept the gift, but once he had it he made it a point to look over the gift then back up at Vanellope as if it were a silent thank you. The slightest chuckle was exhaled as he unwrapped it, holding the gift in his hands, he marveled at all of the little details, a warm grin spread across the candy corn racer’s cheeks.

Then it vanished.

Not due to his new Nightmare Before Christmas attire, but because of his own gift for her. Chestnut eyes flickered down without a word and he tugged a surprisingly well wrapped gift out of the bag he carried with him and extended his arm.

❛ Merry Christmas, Schweetz, ❜ Gloyd’s eyes met hers again, ❛I do gotta warn you, though. My present’s not as great as the one you gave me. Sorry ‘bout that. ❜

His gift was just stuff to make hot chocolate partially as a JOKE because she always catches colds so easily this time of year. Now he kind of wished he had spent the time to come up with something better.

#* // thread #* // gloyd orangeboar.#gloyd 'has no idea how to buy serious gifts ever' orangeboar #sassnspriinkles

“Gloyd, it’s not Halloween 🎃 👻 tomorrow. Today is Christmas you are silly!”

❛ It’s —- ❜

A pause, more than likely for suspense.

❛ ALMOST —- ❜

Gloyd’s grin only spread FURTHER across his face this time, both hands rested on his thighs as he knelt a tad to make sure this sprite could hear him loud and clear, though not loud enough to deafen her.