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Meet the Cast of “Sparks Fly!”

Cyndra Sparks

has just arrived in Hero’s Duty thanks to the latest update. Spunky and fashion-forward, she’s eager to prove she’s more than a pretty face to her doubting colleagues—but a certain clumsy private will make that a lot harder than it looks.

Private Markowski

knows his reputation proceeds him. He’s not clumsy—he’s just programmed that way. When the new girls arrive in his game, he’s determined not to let his reputation get in the way of finding love.

Lieutenant Loya

is known as “Loya the Ladykiller”…to himself. But when Cyndra meets him, she’s inclined to agree with the nickname. He’s charming, devilishly handsome, and blasts Cy-Bugs like nobody’s business. But is Loya really the soldier for her?

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I do the digital :3

To make fanart for a character nobody makes fanart for :)

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SURGE!!!! Love this guy!

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Sparkowski! 🌹

Best ship name EVER! ^^

🌹: Who fell harder & who fell first?

Who fell harder: Markowski. He’s been in awe of Cyndra from the moment she walked into the game—a strong, confident, self-sufficient girl with a smile that can light up a room. She brightened up his sad-sack life, and changed his whole world, just by being her unapologetically girly, enthusiastic self.

Who fell first (and when): Also Markowski—literally. His first encounter with Cyndra was the mother of all collisions—a wet spot on the station floor that he’d missed sent her spiraling toward him as she raced to meet Sergeant Calhoun. After an awkward (and absolutely adorable) conversation, he gave her directions and sent her on her way—and watching her strut off like she owned the place made Markowski realize she was no ordinary girl.

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Inbox not working, so I’ll answer your asks here :) 🧩: Cyndra adores Markowski’s smile. It’s full of crooked teeth, unlike the pristine pearly whites of soldiers like Kohut and Loya—but his goofy grin has so much more character and holds so much more joy than any of their perfect, polished smiles. The way his dimples slowly rise and each perfectly imperfect tooth pops into view never fails to make her heart swell. As for Markowski, he can’t help but smile to himself whenever he hears his girlfriend hum one of her favorite songs under her breath. Music and dance are the backbone of their relationship, and songs are especially essential to Cyndra—they motivate her at her lowest points and pick her up when she’s feeling down. And speaking of music…

🎶 : The song that best encapsulates their relationship is “For Good” from Wicked…

I've heard it said That people come into our lives for a reason Bringing something we must learn And we are led To those who help us most to grow If we let them And we help them in return Well, I don't know if I believe that's true But I know I’m who I am today because I knew you…

So much of me Is made of what I learned from you You'll be with me Like a handprint on my heart And now whatever way our stories end I know you have rewritten mine By being my friend…

Who can say if I've been changed for the better? But

Because I knew you

I have been changed for good

There’s also “Something Good” from The Sound of Music…

For here you are, standing there, loving me Whether or not you should So somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good

Nothing comes from nothing Nothing ever could So somewhere in my youth or childhood I must have done something good

“Their” song—the one that makes them grin like the goofy goobers they are—is “The Edge of Glory”. This is the song that the other soldiers mischievously roped them into singing on Karaoke Night at Tapper’s—the night she and Markowski realized they had become much more than friends.

I'm on the edge of glory And I'm hangin' on a moment of truth Out on the edge of glory And I'm hangin' on a moment with you…

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💍 🍳 😶 😈 🧩

Ooh! Here’s a doozy! 💍: Would they ever get married? What would the proposal look like? I think Cyndra and Markowski could eventually get married, but they’re in no hurry to do so. The two have a relationship that is, in many ways, a friendship with a few kisses thrown in—they’re not exactly the passionate romance novel couple. A marriage would be cute, but not hugely necessary. Plus, having them stay dating would be a good way to break the Disney mold of every female protagonist ending up married by the end of their film or series. If they were to marry, Cyndra would definitely propose, so Markowski doesn’t have to feel the pressure of trying to make the moment perfect. I’d honestly love it if it was a spur-of-the-moment thing, like if they were fighting aliens in another game where they won’t regenerate, and Cyndra asks him if he’ll marry her if they survive. Then when they get back to their game, Cyndra will make it official with a specially engraved dog tag. 🍳: Who cooks & who sets off the smoke alarm trying to help? It’s Markowski for both of them. They don’t usually have chances to cook, since most of their meals consist of MREs, but I can see Cyndra and Markowski advocating for better meals in the mess hall. Eventually, Calhoun adds cooking to the list of KP duties, but Markowski was taken out of that rotation after the soldiers were subjected to a dinner of fossilized hamburgers, thrice-baked potatoes, and pineapple upside-down cake that might as well have been right-side up. 😈: Who is more likely to start chaos “for the vine” & who films it? Markowski starts chaos completely by accident, Cyndra causes it on purpose. She’s a huge advocate for pranking the other soldiers, especially that jerk Kersavage—putting his hand in a bucket of warm water while he sleeps, placing a teddy bear next to him in bed, and making sure to hide his underwear when she’s on laundry duty. 🧩: What tiny habit of the other do they find unbearably adorable? For Cyndra, it’s the way Markowski’s face scrunches up when he smiles. She takes immense pride in knowing that she’s the first one in ages who has made him that happy. Nose and cheek kisses usually elicit an adorable dimpled grin from him, so she makes sure to kiss her boyfriend silly whenever she’s got the chance. For Markowski, it’s the sounds Cyndra makes when she’s happy—her foghorn laugh when she beats Kersavage at poker, her squawking giggle when she’s successfully replaced Loya’s hair gel with glue, her squeal of delight when she opens the pair of makeshift dancing shoes he’s fashioned her from a tarp and a nail gun (and her squeal of pain the first time she took them to DDR)…knowing that he, the biggest disaster in Game Central Station, has made her this happy makes him incredibly proud.

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ship headcanon questions

make sure to include the pairing(s) you are wanting these questions to be answered for . these should work for poly ships as well as monogamous . feel free to edit these as you see fit .

💕 How did they both realize “oh wait, this is actually love”?

🌹 Who fell harder & who fell first?

🫂 What’s their favorite way to hold each other when words aren’t enough?

🔥 What’s the pettiest thing they’ve ever argued about?

💋 Who says “I love you” first & how?

🌙 Who’s the little spoon & who pretends they hate it but secretly loves it?

💍 Would they ever get married? What would the proposal look like?

🧸 Who still has the very first gift the other ever gave them?

😈 Who is more likely to start chaos “for the vine” & who films it?

🎶 What’s their song - the one that makes them both tear up / grin like idiots?

☕ Who’s the morning person & how do they lure the night owl out of bed?

🛡️ Who jumps in front of danger for the other without thinking?

😳 What’s the most embarrassing thing they’ve walked in on the other doing?

💔 What’s the one fight that almost ended them?

🩹 How do they comfort each other after nightmares?

👀 Who gets jealous more easily & how obvious are they about it?

🍳 Who cooks & who sets off the smoke alarm trying to help?

🧳 If they had to run away together tomorrow, where would they go?

😏 Who is bolder in public (hand-holding, kisses, etc.)?

🌧️ Who steals whose hoodies when it rains?

🎂 How do they celebrate each other’s birthdays?

🖤 What’s the darkest “we’ll never tell anyone” thing they’ve done together?

💌 Who leaves little love notes & where do they hide them?

🛌 Who hogs the blanket & who ends up freezing dramatically?

😴 Who falls asleep first & who watches them with heart-eyes?

🚪 Who’s more likely to say “we’re not leaving this room today”?

🌸 What nickname do they have for each other that would mortify them if others heard?

🎤 Who sings in the shower & who secretly records it for blackmail?

💞 How do they act when one of them is sick?

🩸 Who would literally kill for the other & who would help hide the body?

🌅 Do they go on sunrise / stargazing dates? Which one do they love more?

😤 Who apologizes first after a fight, even if they weren’t wrong?

🧩 What tiny habit of the other do they find unbearably adorable?

🎪 Who plans elaborate surprise dates & who just wants to stay in?

👑 In their relationship, who’s the king / queen & who’s the knight / advisor?

🌪️ What’s the most chaotic thing they’ve done together on pure impulse?

💤 Who has the weirdest sleep-talking lines that the other quotes constantly?

🧡 What color reminds each of them of the other?

🕰️ If they could go back in time, what moment would they relive together?

😶 Who’s terrified of saying “meet my parents” & why?

🍷 Who gets tipsy first & starts spilling embarrassing love confessions?

🌿 Do they want kids/pets/plants together? What do they name them?

🪞 Who takes longer getting ready & who hypes the other up in the mirror?

💥 What’s the biggest risk one of them took for the other that the partner didn’t find out about until much later?

🧣 Who steals the other’s scarf / gloves “on accident” every winter?

🌌 What’s their “we made it through hell” memory they’ll tell their grandkids?

😘 Who kisses the other first thing in the morning, morning breath & all?

🩰 Slow dancing in the kitchen at 3 a.m. - who starts it?

⚓ If one of them had to leave forever, what would they leave behind for the other?

💫 Ten years from now, what random Tuesday are they spending together?

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In the "art of wir book" the authors say, Felix is "naive and pure like a boy on the farm."

to be fair this actually fits.

he has a southern farmboy voice courtesy of jack mcbrayer whose georgian state descent, use southern slang, has 50sish fatherly yet childlike attitude and blue is an innocent color.

the young-looking face of fix it makes him come off looking as little boy, yet there are boy racers who are actually little boys.

also i kind of wonder if felix jr was born in a farm located in the southern of usa, left his parents to move to outskirts of brooklyn (where niceland is there), and stayed there for the events of his game.

ps: the art of wir also said leo matsuda's artwork is the best artwork for fix it felix. i don't know where matsuda's felix artwork can be found

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🦢🧁

🦢: Cyndra hails from the dance game Rhythm Rebels, a veritable paradise of neon colors, unique patterns and Y2K chic: stylish halter tops, short skirts and patterned leggings. Even her casual wear is fashionable—she raises some eyebrows when she shows up to the mess hall in glittery crop tops and patterned leggings. And even under her bulky armor, Cyndra stays fabulous—she keeps her pouty Afro safe under a bonnet, and even if people can’t see it, she’s got killer gel nails.

🧁: Markowski is plagued often by nightmares—though he’s gotten better at hiding it, the Cy-Bugs still haunt him. Having a person in his life makes the nightmares ten times worse—as he has begun to imagine her falling victim to them—but the relief upon waking up that much more palpable. Cyndra gets help from Kohut, who himself has lots of experience talking his sergeant down from nightmares, to learn how to comfort Markowski most effectively. Physical touch (hand squeezes, back rubs), steadying breaths, and a calm environment like her tent are some of the things that help anchor Markowski back to reality. As he embraces his girlfriend, he often runs his arms down her entire body to make sure what he’s holding isn’t just an illusion.

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🍥

Cyndra and Markowski are both very prone to giggling fits at the silliest things, but it’s Cyndra who got the ball rolling: before she came along, more laughs came at Markowski than from him. Cyndra’s joie de vivre brought back the joy he’d been missing, and he’s finally been able to let loose with her. They have trouble not letting loose around Calhoun, though…

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🍥 — who is more giggly after telling their own joke ?

🌸 — who is more friendly to strangers when out and about ?

Hello, pal!

🍥: Cyndra is definitely the more giggly one, but her laughs are so infectious that it’s not long before Markowski joins in. This couple is a couple of goofballs who have countless inside jokes, and they’ve confused their fellow soldiers many times when they burst out laughing in the middle of the mess hall. Cyndra and Markowski both have very distinctive laughs— Markowski’s sounds a bit like rattling gravel, while Cyndra’s sounds like a squawking parrot—but to each other, those laughs are the sweetest sounds to greet their ears.

🎀: Cyndra is definitely less inhibited when it comes to talking to others. Though Markowski is by no means shy, he’s just as awkward with his words as he is on his feet, and he’s constantly afraid of making a faux-pas. Most of his friends are made through Cyndra—including his fellow soldiers, who are so charmed by her that they’ll do anything she wants them to, including giving Markowski a little respect.

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I don't know much about Markowski, I'm curious!

🌸

🎀

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Well, I’m glad you asked! Here’s the scoop:

Private Markowski: Space marine, heavy weapons specialist, and walking disaster. He can’t go one round of Hero’s Duty without tripping over his own two feet or scrambling Cy-Bug eggs beneath his feet.

Sergeant Calhoun thinks he’s a lost cause, only good for scrubbing latrines and mopping lab floors. He’s tired of being benched—especially since his fellow soldiers love to make fun of him for it. 

But his luck is about to change when a new arrival comes calling: Cyndra Sparks, a former dance game diva who wants to prove to Calhoun that she’s more than high heels and hair gel. And soon enough, she realizes she and Markowski are a lot alike. And she also realizes she can help him in the best way she knows: teaching him to dance! 

If you want to learn about Markowski, check out my Tumblr and AO3 (DreamFinderGirl)!

🌸: Cyndra is much more gregarious than her boyfriend—not that Markowski isn’t outgoing, but after so many years of ridicule, he’s a bit more wary of reaching out to people lest he get made fun of. He’s afraid of saying something awkward—like that time he told Chun-Li he “liked her buns”… 🎀: Neither of them are shy about trying new foods. Because Hero’s Duty operates on a MRE lottery system, they’ve learned to stomach almost everything under the sun. Markowski always gets stuck with sloppy joes and “Vomelets”, but Cyndra almost always shares hers with him.

🍨: Markowski is a total teddy bear when he’s out of his armor. Despite his hard appearance, he gives the softest hugs; it’s always a pleasure for Cyndra when Markowski enters her tent after a long day and envelops her in his warmth like a blanket. They just fall into each other and savor that warmth and love for as long as they can.

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small selfship ask game !! who is more ... ?

🩰 — who is more likely to share secrets with the other ?

🦢 — who is more fashion-based ?

🌸 — who is more friendly to strangers when out and about ?

🕊️ — who is more likely to plan ahead with dates and events together ?

🎀 — who is more experimental when it comes to new foods ?

💌 — who is more smitten before the relationship begins ?

🐇 — who is more soft-spoken when talking to children ?

🧁 — who is more likely to struggle with falling asleep after a nightmare ?

🍥 — who is more giggly after telling their own joke ?

🍨 — who is more soft when in private with the other ?

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What If?

(( Okay so, it was originally gonna be a crack fic, but then it turned into something else and it's no longer a crack fic, lmfao. It ain't smut, but the last line is suggestive. Hehe, hope y'all enjoy reading~))

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They never once thought about having children — mostly because they weren't aware if it was even possible to have kids, because they were arcade game characters, and that meant they were all sterile by default.

With the racers back in Sugar Rush, their apartment felt empty, and while it was utter chaos when those scamps were running amok and destroying things (as well as Felix's sanity), the experience of taking care of those Sugar Demons opened their minds to the thought of ‘What-if’ scenarios.

“What if we could have kids?” Tamora murmured pensively, keeping her gaze locked on the ceiling as she and Felix laid together in bed.

“What was that now, darlin’?” Felix asked, shifting on his side to face her.

“What if it were a possibility for us?” Tamora asked again, also turning on her so they were both facing each other.

“Well…” Felix trailed off, thinking about what it would be like. “Gosh, I don't know, but I figure if the little one had your code, they'd be sharp as a whip!” He giggled, reaching out to take hold of her hand.

Tamora scoffed and rolled her eyes, but even in the dark, Felix could faintly see the hint of a smile on her lips, as well as a light blush that dusted across her cheeks.

“Uh-huh, and if they had your code, they'd be sweet as pie.” She stated, leaning forward to plant a kiss on Felix's nose before pulling him closer, settling down, and closing her eyes. “Goodnight, Fix-It, love you…”

“G’night, darlin’, love you too,” Felix murmured, kissing her on the cheek before cozying up against her even more…

Though as hard as he tried, he couldn't fall asleep. Thoughts of having a child with Tamora filled his head, and once they were there, there was no stopping them.

Maybe it was a possibility — though it hardly seemed fair that Tamora would have to do all the hard work… But that was assuming it worked the same way it did for humans, and while they appeared human, they in fact were not.

Perhaps it could be done through coding? Maybe that meant he could carry the ‘codelings’ instead?

…But messing around with codes was just asking for trouble — what if they made an error and it resulted in a glitch?

Too risky; he would never do anything that might cause Tamora harm, and vice versa.

Would their codes even be compatible? They were from two different gaming platforms — what would half 8-bit and half HD children even look like? Would the children be safe in either of their games? Who would take care of them during arcade hours?

The thoughts were endless—

“Fix-It,” Tamora groaned. “You're doing that thing again… When you think too hard and you make that high-pitched sound that reminds me of a cy-bug taking its last breath.”

“Oh, whoops,” Felix chuckled sheepishly. “I was just thinking… but I suppose you already knew that.”

“Mhm,” Tamora peeked at him through one eye and sighed before closing it again. “Having bio kids isn't possible for us, babe. Besides, those kiddos in Sugar Rush pretty much consider us their parents, and we can visit them anytime.”

Felix mauled over it in his head some more — a bit too hard, if the high-pitched whining noise he was making was any indication — and Tamora opened both of her eyes to give him ‘the look.’

“I think it goes without saying,” Tamora murmured in his ear, earning a different kind of whimper from Felix, much to her amusement. “But I prefer having you all to myself after the arcade closes…”

And just like that, all thoughts were cleared from Felix's mind except for one:

‘If it were possible through love-making, we'd have far too many…’

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K.O.—Chapter 1

Happy Black History Month! Inspired by a prompt from @bananacatbread.

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WHOOSH!

Markowski’s huge, gloved fist shot harmlessly over the head of his girlfriend as Cyndra nimbly dodged the blow, ducking down a millisecond before Markowski’s hand could make contact. The force of his own punch sent the private spinning out of balance, and he finally fell back, landing against the outer wire of the Virtua Box ring. The bell trilled three times in recognition of Cyndra’s victory.

“Wow. You’re good,” Markowski murmured, shooting his sweetheart a goofy, disoriented smile. 

“Can’t beat a girl with dancing genes,” Cyndra boasted, puffing her chest out as she held out a hand to help up her boyfriend. “Don’t worry,” she added, “one of these days you’ll get a hit.”

“Wanna rock ‘em and sock ‘em a couple more times?” offered Markowski as he wiped sweat from his perspiring brow with his towel.

“Ready when you are, Hold ‘Em!” Cyndra took a sip of water, adjusted the strap of her headgear, and stepped into her stance. The lights dimmed once more—the spotlights shone on the two competitors as they playfully posed—the electric guitars blared—but before the bell could toll to announce the start of a new match, the lights suddenly went back on with blinding brightness. 

“Huh?” Markowski squeaked out. “What happened to our match?”

The two looked over to the arena’s entryway, where a lantern-jawed man with huge mutton chops and rippling muscles that rivaled Markowski’s own physique was standing, with arms crossed and an unbroken scowl crossing his face. 

“Get outta my ring.” He snarled.

“I’m sorry, is your name ‘Virtua Box’?” Cyndra snapped back.

“Otherwise, I don’t see your name anywhere on this ring.” 

“I said get out,” the boxer repeated. 

“Cyn, let’s just go,” Markowski whispered meekly. “We don’t wanna know what this guy’s gonna do.”

Cyndra ignored him—if she’d learned anything from her peers in Hero’s Duty, it was that men with all muscles were often all talk. “You wanna take me? Is that what this is all about? ‘Cause I’ve got reflexes a kitty cat would kill for.” She resumed her stance, her gloved fists raised confidently.

“Cyn, he’s gonna hurt you, let’s just get out of here—“ Markowski squeaked out another unheard plea.

“I’m giving you one last warning.” The boxer stepped into the ring and glared at the couple, his piercing eyes laser-focused on Cyndra, who didn’t waver beneath his gaze. “You and that sack of sausage have got ten seconds to get outta here before I twist both of your spines, you filthy little n—-“

With the utterance of that horrible word, Cyndra’s confidence instantly plummeted. Momentarily speechless, she withered, her fists hanging limply to her side as she tried to stop the tears from forming.

But the slur had the opposite effect on her sweetheart.

Markowski bounded over the outer wires of the ring, his enormous fist raised in utter rage as he raced towards the scumbag in the doorway, who looked close to wetting his shorts as the private displayed a degree of bravery that he never had before. The boxer tried in vain to escape—but he’d been programmed for boxing, not running. Markowski, on the other hand, could outrun a whole swarm of cy-bugs in three seconds flat—and he caught the boxer by his broad shoulders in even less time. 

“Wh-what are you d-doing, m-mister?” squeaked the poor prizefighter as Markowski stared him down, breathing like a bull in heat.

Markowski’s response was wordless—he laid the bullying boxer out with the meanest right hook in history. 

“That’s what I’m doing, scumbag,” he growled at the fallen man.