#ruby fic

[sepiamestus]

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[jubileeena]

BEHOLD: MALWARE AU

So. We all know Turbo. He's kind of the flavour of the month right now. He's a horrible little piece of shit and we love him for that!

As a result of a couple posts that I'll link when I'm on desktop (or you can look through my blog its some of my most recent reblogs) and That One Video Essay I got to thinking about how much of Turbo's actions came from his nature, what cropped up out of desperation and jealousy, and what came from the nightmare virus that ate him. Then I got to writing. A lot. And now I have a monster fanfic that might or might not ever get written but I might actually explode if I don't share some of it.

This snippet revolves around Vanellope, mostly, and my continuous ongoing realization that modding/slightly retexturing video games is actually a lot easier than I thought it was. Enjoy!

Prologue

Vanellope hasn't been a part of her own game for 15 years. It's long since figured out how to function around her, but now King Candy's been dealt with via hot cola insecticide and she adamantly refuses to ride in his little vanilla-white kart. Not with her own baby waiting right there for her.

Except the game really really wants her to.

The kart bakery is supposed to be a fun side minigame. The kart lasts until the player stops feeding the game quarters, then it will restore itself to the default kart for the racer.

She's been carefully ignoring the crackling parts of code that bubble up around her when she revvs the engine too hard for days now, telling herself it was just remnants of her own glitch messing with her driving. But right after she crossed the finish line at the end of the final race of that day, it glitched so badly she was left lying on the track as it rammed itself into the boundary.

She'd spent most of that evening moping around and complaining under her breath about the mess her predecessor had left her - - until she thought huh. If Turbo could program his whole throne-stealing butt into the game, why couldn't she just... Slip in and fix her kart?

Sour Bill didn't seem happy at all when she slipped behind the curtain of her throne room (bleh. Needed to redecorate that soon. Way too princess-y for her taste), but he dutifully agreed to stand guard as she followed the instructions on the handy little piece of paper that lay discarded on the floor.

Up, up, down, down, left, right, left, right, B, A, START

Yes! She jumped into the darkness without thinking, entranced by the nebula of nodes and string of information that made the glitch constantly buzzing under her skin sing.

This is what she was meant for. This was why the game kept her around. It loved her.

Her node was easy to find, set in the center as it was with streams of code coming from it. She blipped up to it, and kicked her feet excitedly as she floated in place, and tapped it to enlarge it.

Wow, it really was easy. All she had to do was find her primary kart file, and swap it with the one in the Bakery's subfolder that held the information for her baby, and that was that. No wonder King Boogerface managed to mess things around so much, if what was all it took.

Task complete, she turned around to try and reorient herself to find the exit again, but a flickering node caught her eye.

It was strobing worse than any of the others, and there was no visible text on it to give any clue as to what it could be. She blipped over to it and tapped on it-

Only to be thrown backwards as it quadrupled in size, mangled streams of code now visible through it's translucent surface.

She glitched again to lose her momentum and stop somersaulting through the void, then back towards the code box. She reached a hand inside and flicked her wrist in a movement she instinctively remembered, and pressed confirm when the prompt came up to clear the cache memory.

It spluttered for a moment, then as if expelling a sickness the darkness bled from the body of the node and dissolved into the void, leaving behind a little red code box, smaller and less defined than the rest, connected to everything with only a thin strand but with it's pixelated text quite clear for her to read, and her breath hitched.

Turbo

[bamby0304]

Series Masterlist

Summary: Ruby tries to teach you how to enjoy the finer things in life this Christmas.

Pairing: Ruby x Reader

Word Count: 265

Warnings: Fluff. Implied smut.

Bamby

Dressed in a rob, you watched Ruby with a wide smile as she laid across the bed and painted your toe nails. “This has got to be the weirdest Christmas present I’ve ever gotten.”

Looking up from where she was painting your nails deep red, she met your gaze with a smile smirk. “How is this weird?”

You didn’t answer with words, but simply gestured to her and your feet.

“This is weird?” she asked, genuinely confused. “I thought human girls like the whole pampering thing.”

“I’m not just a human girl… I’m a human hunter girl. The closest thing I’ve ever gotten to a ‘pampering’ is when I scrub a few layers of skin off after bad hunts,” you noted.

Shrugging, she closed the bottle of nail polish before climbing up the bed and over you. Straddling your hips, sitting in your lap, she twirled her fingers around your hair delicately.

“Being a hunter doesn’t mean you don’t get to enjoy the finer things in life,” she countered, leaning in to brush her lips against yours. “Let me help you enjoy them.”

Eyes fluttering closed at the feel of her lips against yours, you caved. “Okay. Just… no more feet.”

“Fine by me.” Her lips curved into a grin. “How about we work on the thighs?” Reaching between the two of you, she slipped her hand underneath your rope and scraped her nails against your inner thigh lightly. “I bet they’re very tense.”

“Mm-hmm.” You nodded, letting your head fall back against the wall behind you. “Very tense.”

“Well, I can help with that.”

Bamby

[sepiamestus]

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Good afternoon tumblr [slams my head into the wall]

[sepiamestus]

okay fic request (if you know who this is you dont actually. ftr)

atsushi taking care of kyouka while shes sick and hes panicky as hell the whole time because doesnt have any sort of normal experience with this kind of thing (and also i think hes emetophobic) and kyouka feels so guilty about him taking care of her andOkay ill stop talking now . teehee

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This got longer than intended so i put it on ao3 :] simblimgs

[sepiamestus]

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ITS DONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

[sepiamestus]

Hey guys look at this fic i wrote in the middle of court