I've actually played with this idea mentally once or twice in the past, the bad BAD ending where the bad BAD guys get all the want while making other absolutely miserable!! And you know this guy would just loveeee that.
And no, it is not too complicated don't worry, I've done a lot for this blog and have no plans of backing down from it. This blog is basically my child at this point lmao.
šŖ²šCYBUG King Candy (Wreck-It Ralph) x (gn) Readeršš·ļø
(Shapeshifter Reader Edition)
Taglist:@swaggybird012, @dust-tastic-1983, @jadedidstuff45
Word Count: 1.75k
(Ask here! Felt fitting using such a eccentric song about heartbreak for this one lol, love Ado ā”)
- It was instinctual, the shifting, I mean. One second they first come alongside their game, nice and newā Players coming and going to play the newest game in the arcade, bought alongside two others as replacement for various arcade cabinets that got bugged out seemingly overnight, other games feelingā¦ Off, a little glitch here that made various players squint suspiciously before brushing it off, a tint of green or other muted disgusting colors overlaying some of the skies of the various games there, but they were playable so it was ignoredā After all, there was only so much poor Mr. Litwak could do that without making his wallet cry. He already felt a little melancholy when one of his longest standing games finally croaked, two others following suit coincidentally.Ā
- The second they ventured out after hours from their cabinet they were struck both literally and metaphorical at the biomechanical hell that assaulted their senses and a cybug that caught sight of them, in a panic they slayed it, its body disappearing in a puff of smoke and point visual, and before they could really realize what they did they were swarmed by others, most mutated freaks of nature based off of various game cabinets they saw from afar from their game screen, causing them to try to flee back into their game cabinet, which didnāt workā Running and killing what they could, all coming to a head, making a quick decision that would change everything, their normal character model shifting into something akin to the more humanoid cybrids as a means of blending in.
- I think the self-titled ruler of the Cybug Horde would find them later on during one of his many ventures from game to game, with the only thing really separating them from the rest of the other cybrids was their rather clear awareness, something I think when an individual is eaten by a cybug, it is lessened greatly due to the melding of mindless drone and sentient being, with King Candy being an exception due to his twisted up code that became glitched shortly before coming consumedā Up until the reader it seems. Not even a main character as one would assume, an NPC of all things, something inconsequential when it came to their game cabinet and its functionalityā A deal occurring between him and the main characters in the game cabinet set against their will, leading to the reader becoming an outcast due to their āflawsā and a portion of their game given to the horde of course.Ā Ā
- The reader more than likely finds themselves hanging out in the Game Central Station due to that stigma in one fell swoop, essentially homeless amongst hordes of disgusting bugs and their constantly growing and transforming spawn. The sting of that is cast aside when they find themselves dragged out to the disgusting lair of the king by more subservient cybrids, their advanced cognizant state noted for its usefulness, and promptly made to work on more challenging tasks akin to a royal advisor that the titular king couldnāt be bothered to deal with. It felt more like an attempt of structure with something not meant to be structured.Ā
- But theyād never say that out loud, they have no where to go essentially, especially with their downright sadistic new boss, an absolutely entitled creature that thinks he owns the very ground he scuttles on with those creepy spider-like legs, clawed hands almost always ready to strike against whatever is in his way.Ā Ā
- Itās strictly professional at first, or well, whatever this scenario would allow as professional, acting in accordance to his command, made to feel little and lesser than in comparison to him, feeling all the more guilty as they act out cruelty after cruelty in the name of a man who wouldnāt care if they lived or diedā¦ But what if that changed?Ā
- Maybe the reader does something rather courageous, perhaps saving his life from an attempted assination? Considering just how shaken up the man is about losing his control, it genuinely surprises him when someone whoād more than likely get some benefit due to his death. It really changes things, not verbally of course, but the shift is undeniable. He starts giving the reader more and more slack, coming off as more condescending, but it was a welcome change to his rather violent way of handling things, silently gifting something from another game they gain control over to them pertaining to something they rather enoughā With monstrous being scuttering off as if it never happened.Ā Ā
- Thereās an unspoken sense of dare I say belonging between them, especially when the reader bites the bullet and starts even bantering with the king, inside jokes emerging due to their unique shared experiences as more than less mentally sound cybrids amongst a growing sea of mindless ones.Ā
- With King Candy, or rather who the reader privately comes to call Turbo, who after not having much intelligent company that wasnāt absolutely afraid of him for such a long time, started liking it more than heād ever admit to anyone, let alone the readerā Hiding more and more as the relationship grew beyond what he could control, like a weed that ran its stubborn roots deep into the ground. It scared him more than heād ever thought anything ever would scare him.Ā
- It was a feeling shared with the reader alongside many other things, the fear of being discovered for their deceitful form that only really came from a place where self-preservation became something more and more burdensomeā¦ Though even with this hanging over their head, there would be times where they were able to forget it, at least for a moment.Ā
- They did something they never thought they ever would in KCs presence, and that was becoming comfortable. Unfortunately a bit too comfortable, so much so that before they could even realize it the form they had spent so much time trying to maintain was simply washed away like a melting wax candle.
- The silence was deafening between the two as the reader found themselves slowly feeling around their now normal body and slowly but surely turned to look their boss in the eye, and the sight once more reminded them just how terrifying the king was. How could they even begin to explain themselves? It was a question that went through both of their minds at that moment, though their differing tones couldnāt be anymore different. I think the best way to go about something as challenging as this would be maybe being absolutely truthful, while usually someone as ruthless as he was would usually strike first then ask questionsāĀ
- He would probably give them the grace of giving their side of the story, though it would be rather complicated with a large clawed hand encasing the entirety of the reader's waist as if he was squeezing the life out of a juice box. The rambling more than often than not being rather rudely interrupted by the old man and his badgering would slowly but surely turn his confused rage into something more mellowā A flicker recognition of that desperation, to play a role that doesnāt necessarily belong to you, the absolute exhaustion that entails.Ā
- If it were anyone else, they wouldāve been turned into nothing but their death sprite, but the reader? Imprisoned, at least for a bit, mostly the king trying to wrap his head around the whole situation rather than punishment for the reader, that didnāt make it any better though.Ā
- But once more King Candy comes to find himself actually missing them, not even in the sense that he missed the manner in which they effectively finished their tasks in contrast to other morons in this arcade, but the manner in which they participated in the more personal aspects of his life. Heād never admit it is love, he simply doesnāt have it in him to declare something so vulnerable out loud for anyone to hear and learn of his weakness.Ā
- Slowly this new thing slowly becomes something beneficial to him in his eyes, he has someone under his command who shifts their body into anything they want, even retaining the visage of another person, and could you really call him a manipulator if he didnāt use that information to his advantage? Itās a considerable amount of time before the reader is let out of the prison, silently placed by his side, a hesitant yet present hand resting on their shoulder in a manner mirroring something he did previously. Neither have it in them to really speak about what happened, but the shift is evident, thereās an air of distrust, a haze really.Ā
- Though the positives slowly melt that tension, though it takes a considerable amount of time, but when the reader is given the opportunity to prove themselves to the object their affection in a manner that would undeniably please him? Would they be able to take it as a means of having everything back to the way they were? Itās a sacrifice that someone as selfish as King Candy would never be able to parse fully, but that doesnāt mean he doesnāt value it.Ā
- Especially when it comes to people in opposition of him, appointed them as an unknowable saboteur to any blooming resistances that go against his controlā Thinks the looks of betrayal across his enemies faces during their final moments before being struck down by either him or the reader themselves is more than enough to let him bury any of his own betrayal he may have felt towards the reader when he himself was duped previously.Ā
- That and with the significant size difference new evident between the two, he canāt help himself when it comes to teasing and tormenting the in a way he couldnāt before when they were roughly around the same size as him, outright refusing the idea of the reader shifting back into the cybrid formā Stating that he ālikes it more when they look like an ant that he can step onā. Yeah no heās not subtle, and he doesnāt have to be like he more than likely wouldāve before the cybug infestation.Ā
- He has power over the reader that wouldnāt trade for the world, whether or not the reader reciprocates the complex feelings he has for them, though considering the circumstances, thatās more than likely. And he eats up every second of that like a touch starved vulture who's both hungry for affection and the flesh that goes alongside it.
(This freak of nature never fails to bring me back into writing him unlike anything else... Well maybe Venture from Overwatch, but still lol)
This is a great one! Shapeshifting is a very cool power to write about so this'll be a good one for sure! Especially with the inclusion of the accidental shifting back into their normal form after straining themselves with the cybug body for a good portion of time. Very sweet concept!
Taglist:@swaggybird012, @dust-tastic-1983, @jadedidstuff45, @thecarouselgamesblog
Word Count: 715
(Ask here! Pt. I Alright, Part II! Had a ball with the last one, so hopefully this one will be just as much as the first one)
Lots and lots of possibilities when it comes to a date, emotionally, physically, so many things to considerā And the fruity frumple finds himself overthinking it more than he should, and itās enough to get the attention of Vanellope, the little girl simply just perceptive in that way much to the old manās annoyance. She was a smug little thing, her tendencies to irritate and tease KC was nothing short of impressive as she cracked down at his plight over and over again, repeatedly telling her that her āhelpā is not needed and not to put her nose into everythingā She of course doesnāt listen, unfazed by his frustration and working on a cork board filled with possible date ideas, ways of wooing the reader, heād be impressed with her rather coordinated work if its subject matter didnāt piss him off so much. The day comes and the man is practically bathing in his nerves, though he doesnāt show it at first, greeting the reader at their chosen place (Again more than likely somewhere in Sugar Rush ofc) with the wave and pleasant grinā A bit more preened than usual, taking the time to be well-mannered in the most natural way as a means of shoving his anxieties into the deepest crevices of his psyche. And for a bitā It goes wellā¦ A bit too well.Ā
His worries buzzing in the back of his head like a constant fog that made him a little bit slower to answer the readerās queries about himself over the food prepared between the two. His suspicions are proven to be warranted when he spotted Vanellope being a little sneak, hanging by for too long for his likingā Giving her a warning glare that lasts for a split second before looking back at the reader and politely excusing himself from the room to have a āfriendly chatā with his co-ruler in the other room. Sheās quick to make jokes about it, getting a little giggle from the reader at the dynamic between the two, in return getting a fleeting blush from the usually composed king as he practically stomps out of the room, Vanellope following after him. Said āfriendly chatā is more like him whisper yelling at the kid with overexaggerated hand gestures and Vanellope acting like this is the funniest thing to ever happen in this arcadeā His ego is hurting at the mere prospect of taking the advice of a child, let alone as someone as impulsive and brash as Vanellope, and he has no problem voicing it.Ā
Again his discontent with her meddling doesnāt really warrant anything from her, āChilllll, I know what I am talking aboutttt, cāmon, how hard can it be?ā Her tone light and lax, her iconic smug little grin growing alongside the manās mounting anger towards her, shaking like an anemic rat, ruffles his feathers even further.Ā
āVERY HARD. LEAVE IT ALONE.ā His face turning yet another shade of red at her dismissal, clutching his fists to his sides, body stiff as a board.
ā...So, you admit that itās hard?ā
āDO NOT TWIST MY WORDSāā
Considering how loud the man tends to be, Iām certain the reader is able to decipher the general gist of what was going on and they could only snort and giggle to themselves, it was ridiculous, silly, but incredibly endearing seeing how the king seemed to care about this, making previous anxious jitters that a first date usually warrants melt away by the time the king takes his seat and apologizes for his momentary departure. The date goes as well as it can be with a persistent child trying to obviously coach the king, their antics palpable and enough to make the reader laugh and play along with itā Humoring the little girl much to KCās embarrassment, eventually he has enough and takes the reader out for a walk AWAY from the nosey little snot, shooing her away, if steam could billow in droves out of his ears, they wouldāve. At that point heās angrily murmuring to himself, talking about her uncanny ability of messing with his plans, getting a sympathetic snort from the reader and the locking of their elbow with his own as they make a strollā Anger muttering soon replaced with a huff and pleasant silence.
(Tried to do something different with the writing, I hope that's ok!)
(Ask here! Heyyyy hope everyone is doing ok! <3 Cannot believe I've been doing this blog for long, and I am deeply touched that my work has kept people at least a little bit invested in the Wreck-It Ralph fandom as a whole, for that I am grateful. Considering english isn't my first language I am proud to know that I am able to articulate myself in a manner that I love for once in my life that isn't disjointed nor incomprehensible. Sorry for the rambling, let's get to the read shall we?)
Quality Time:
- Due to the rather maddening sense of paranoia he has now due to both the power he now has, fearing one misstep would make him lose it forever, and how dangerous the arcade now is with his cybug swarm, itās best to stay by his sideā¦ Totally doesnāt use that as an excuse to keep the reader by his side all the time, of course not. The best way to describe it would be like a dragon with its horde, always there, keeping the reader close in some manner, not even needing them to talk to feel at peaceā¦ Of course, heās the one usually doing most of the talking; the rambling fills the bleak air in a way that can be momentarily distracting to the overall situation the reader finds themselves in.
- Heād take them everywhere heād go, jumping from game to game, infesting them, gaining control over them as a means of āsparingā certain aspects of the arcade games as a means of keeping the arcade still up and goingā¦ At least till he gets an out, heād spend all that time with them detailing all of his plans, wanting more and more, having to be become his āyesā man in fear of him lashing out against them considering how quick his mood flips, going from delightfully social with a morbid sense of eccentricity to downright menacing whenever he feels the need to, keeping the reader in their placeā Smashing any plans of escape with a clawed hand and a twisted grin.
- No one can really call these āoutingsā dates, because theyāre really not lol. Constantly on edge, a precarious relationship with a mutated 8-bit bug racer that looks like a reanimated corpse during his good days, and the knowledge of everything slowly but surely crumbling all around them in such a tormenting mannerā¦ He calls it ābondingā, the reader calls it āno personal spaceā, of course they wouldnāt voice that out loudā In his own twisted way, he tries to use the subject of his āconquestsā as a means of getting praise from the reader, like, even though he āknowsā heās the most powerful virus, he secretly needs someone there that isnāt a mindless feral cybug screeching and laying eggs all around the fucking place.Ā
- That and some part of him doesnāt want to be alone, Iām sure all those bitter years in hiding up until Sugar Rush was installed was more than enough for him in that sense, especially if he and reader had a relationship before the Road-Blasters incident, thereās no obstacles in his way anymore, no more rules, no more hiding, no more liesā The world is his oyster and the reader is fortunate enough to be in his good graces to live in it, disgust greyish-green skies and disastrous landscapes not impeding that sense of entitlement. Which is of course something he shares with the reader frequently during those moments of it just themselves and the unnatural rapid flapping of insectoid wings in the distance or when he has them in his grip flying from place to place.
- Speaking of flying, I do see him incorporating that into these moments alone with the reader, like, really alone with the readerā No distractions or any way of escaping, all their attention on him and him alone, itās like racing (something he simply canāt do anymore, but everything has a price), weirdlyā Makes him feel powerful and I think itās safe to say Turbug just loves feeling powerful in a relationship, itās nothing new with him.
- Iām gonna bring up something Iāve brushed upon briefly in the Turbo Love Language post, he just loves eye contact, eyes just piercing right into the readerās soul like a bug collector pins down their specimen as a means of preserving them.Ā
Physical Touch:
- This really goes hand in hand with the quality time, a clawed finger almost always on some part of the readerās body, a lingering threat, a reassurance of their presence, or simply a mindless thing, you decide. Heās undeniably possessive in the sense that it is almost animalistic, if a cybug so much as looks at the reader in the wrong way, that cybug is getting squished, no way around it. That especially goes for other game characters, the mere chance of them taking the reader away is enough to make him tighten his freakishly large hand around the reader's waist and viciously threaten the life of the other character, more than likely acting upon those threats if he wanted to.Ā
- In all honesty, with those sharp teeth of his, I do kind of see him having a biting fixation, and not even a sexual one (though, I do see him having a thing for marking up the reader in a territorial manner, but thatās another thing for another post), he just loves nibbling at the reader's face, neck, and shoulders almost absentmindedly at points, his partially mutated brain going on pilot mode when it comes to pressing his fangs against the soft skin of the object of his affections.
- Then thereās the obvious size difference now between the two, the tables being totally flipped in the sense that the reader may have loomed over Turbo, now can be picked up and thrown around by the same man.. He drinks that shit up like itās fucking heroin laced water and heās a socially deprived lab rat, voicing his delight about the change in some of the most obnoxious of ways, mirroring the way he once bragged about all of his trophies and the races heās won in contrast to the Turbo Twins.
- His touch is not really rooted in love, itās rough, careless even, with a sense of urgency as if he believes that every second could be his lastā His kissing more like him trying to chew at the readers lips or shove his tongue down their throat, his crazed giggling only amplifying with every kiss he impulsively acts out against the readerās more hesitant lips.
- He can be rather hot and cold when it comes to his touch, more than often feeling as though the reader has to earn it in some manner, like proving their loyalty towards him, or giving into one of his entitled demands as means of keeping the peace, placing a heavy hand against the top of their hand and more than likely messing up their hair in the process when they do something satisfactory in his standards.
- I donāt necessarily believe heād be much of a cuddler, but then again I do see him trying to keep the reader as close as possible as a means of making sure theyāre there for him. Itās all so pathetic if you think hard on it.Ā
Acts of Service
- Thereās not much of a way to really give him anything considering how things are in this particular situation, but in a perfect world for someone like him, I think heād just love getting information about the people in opposition to him and their weaknesses, like, being his little info finding rat if you convince him somehow to let go of you for long enough. He may be incredibly impulsive at this point, but there is no denying that Turbug is a strategist at heart, anything to gain the upper hand really. This ties into his need for the readerās loyalty, canāt be a ruler without someone at least helping you in some way.Ā
- That and the reader simply has something he doesnāt, humanity. I do see him using the reader as a ploy in that way, gaining the trust of survivors, finding out locations and secrets, and then promptly invading with a wicked grin on his face and a hand encompassing the readerās back like a shroud they can never get rid of.Ā
- He especially likes it when it is something personal and catered to him, makes him feel understood in a way he has never felt before, keeps him in a good mood for a bit before the novelty wears off and he has another problem to deal with, a scowl prevalent on his face. You scratch his back, heāll make sure you donāt get your back scratched up in return, a flimsy sense of protection to excuse the incredibly unhealthy dynamic occurring between these two.Ā
- Turbug loves the mere feeling it gives him when he can make the reader do things for him, every little thing a bid for more and more power, his loveable little pawn and their need for self-importance in a meaningless life- Constantly making them thank him for all he does for them and never really thanks them for all they do for him in return.Ā
- The man likes the sacrifice that goes into such a thing, and the fact that they canāt do anything about it, when heās the only one that can really go between them and a hungry cybug ready to mimic them if he gets the slight chance of doing so.
- In general, heās a loathsome prick, but hey, heās the readerās loathsome prick. Someone save them lmao.
(Notes because I find this certain version of cybrid very thought provoking:Ā
The mere concept provided to us with his glitching model reverting back into Turbo was already an interesting one, showing how his attempt on Vanellope life in the race track not only changed everything foreverā But also the idea of it being more constant than the KC one? Even more so, it is his true self after all, why hide something when thereās no need to? Not when heās the biggest fish in the pond, his history proceeding him in a manner he enjoys day and day out.Ā
Whether or not he has control over it would definitely be up for debate, but we can at least entertain the idea due to the fact that Vanellope herself is able to control her glitching to a good degree in such a short amount of time after meeting Ralph, and like any other virus, Iām sure this version of Turbo is quick to adapt to his new normal.)
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Like his Turbo phasing/glitching while in his Cybug form? It could be argued if whether or not he could control that part of his appearance and if he could I'm sure he'd try to have his Turbo appearance, though his KC one is more than likely the default. Then again, I do see him using it due to the infamy it has, I think it'd make him feel warm inside at the sight of others recognizing his ugly mug and become all the more terrified lol, like a fear tactic!
Also, sure my friend, I don't think I have done a love language post for Cybug KC/Turbo so it'll be something a bit more fresher, thank you so much for your ask anon!!!
šŖ²šCYBUG King Candy (Wreck-It Ralph) x The Prototype (Poppy Playtime)šŖšø
(CC x CC IV PLATONIC Edition)
Taglist: @swaggybird012, @dust-tastic-1983, @jadedidstuff45
Word Count: 745
(Ask here! Don't have anything to note rn lol)
- Bringing up that theoretical scenario in which Poppy Playtime becomes an arcade game during 2012 (Of course itās bit of a stretch considering it came out 2021, but in this case weāll just ignore that lol) roughly around the time the Cybug infestation occurred and all hell would break loose, I think someone as opportunistic as the Prototype is, heād try to use that to his advantage.
- In contrast to most of the other arcade game characters he has the power and brutality to create a āshelterā in the game cabinet maybe beyond that with nearby games within his reach, only making his resolve harden when it comes to others that arenāt toys from the game, though I do see him maybe having some exception to children, separating them from the adults if there are any.
- One thing consider about the Prototype is that he's incredibly intelligent, years of experience of being the top of the food chain in the factory, and the usual manipulation KC would usually try to use would be ineffectiveā Generating frustration and annoyance at the fact that things arenāt going his way even with all the power he now has. And we all know how he acts when thereās an obstacle in his way.
- That and on top of KC being an adult, something the prototype has canonically lashed out against due to the experiments and his evident hostility towards "outsiders", I'm certain he'd fucking loathe KC and KC would loathe him much of the same way. Heād rant and rave to no one in particular about the matter, calling the Prototype an āovergrown bratā, and āhaving a lot of gallā. Itās like Vanellope all over again, except this kid is even more dangerous and far less likely to go for anything the man would say, even if he got the chance to even meet him face to face without a metal claw being hurled at his face with full force, though he does respect his quick to act behavior.Ā
- Think of it like this, theyāre apex predators in their respective surroundings, so, putting them in the same space under similar circumstances? Theyāre both going to try to find a way to make sure they're the only powerful monster around.Ā
- One would be right in assuming theyāre very similar the way they go about things, with the lying, the facades of a friendlier persona as a means of manipulation, animalistic mannerisms in the way they display themselves, and an iron fist over the domains they controlā But all those similarities are what would make them hate the other in all honesty if you were to put the two into the same environment.
- Theyāre both wary of the world around them and for good reason, Iām sure if they had an opportunity to get rid of the other for more control. Theyād take it. No hesitation, nor much of a second thought with the way they act impulsively when it comes to any threat to their power. I think the closest manner in which theyād at least allow the presence of the other is if theyād have to work together against the force against them both.Ā Ā
- It's purely business in all honesty, both are too proud to look beyond any first impressions of the other because they donāt like being wrong. That and some like mental blocks, like, theyāre fictional characters and thereās a disconnect in which most breaking out of the mold type thinking is discouraged in their very code. Though to KC itās more of a suggestion now, considering he deems himself the most powerful virus in all of the arcade on top of his entitlement from his Turbo and King Candy days.
- Heās everything the Prototype hated when he was experimented on and tortured by the Playtime co. employees, an adult who thinks he has the RIGHT to harm others, specifically children, just because it benefits him and only him.Ā
- Itās absolutely deplorable to him, though not dwelling too much on the fact he two has done much of the same with his own exploits, turning certain toys inside out, locking his sister into a box, stealing parts of other toys to build upon his body, lording over the factory with fear and intimidation. I believe in my heart of hearts that he thinks everything he has done because he had to, in contrast to how phony KC can be at times, a mix of delusion, entitlement, etc.
(I hope this was satisfying enough, I'm gonna try to churn out the other asks I got as well.)
