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BLOG CLOSING!

AS OF MARCH 17, 2014, THIS ASK BLOG IS NOW OFFICIALLY CLOSED.

It will not be deleted at any point in the foreseeable future, but the only time I’ll be using it is when I need to send an ask in character.

From now on, ALL ACTIVITY WILL BE TRANSFERRED TO MY PERSONAL ACCOUNT, turbomun, AND THE CORRESPONDING RP SIDEBLOG, turbotheghostboy.

Thanks for everything, guys…this has been a great year and a half. But you’ve all seen that over the months, this has become less of what it was supposed to be (an ask blog based on my fanfic Ghost Boy) and more of a place for me to RP a weird AU with my friends. And even if it hadn’t turned into that, the Wreck-It Ralph community has shrunken down significantly, and my fanfic is old news by now. I don’t think I’d be getting too many asks now no matter what.

I have no desire to stop RPing with my friends (I think it’s safe to say: you all know who you are) so I created a sideblog on my personal account specifically for that purpose. If you want to RP with me there or ask a question, feel free to shoot me a message.

Otherwise, this is Turbo-mun, signing out.

turbo-the-ghost-boy asked:

"Guess who finally got out of the hospital!"

adorable-feisty-misfit:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

adorable-feisty-misfit:

adorable-feisty-misfit:

"Bo? Is it…really…?

 Vanellope’s smile grew wide within a second, he was here…he was in her plain sight! No more writting letters or worrying, no more of that. The teenager slowly but surely walked closer to him: she was being overwhelmed by rushing emotions. But soon enough she had her arms wrapped around him tightly…

T-T…Turbo…" Vanellope, slowly but surely, began to calm down. Her breathing was still rushed but in time she would be fine again…

"Yes…?" He shifted slightly. "Are you all right now…?"

Vanellope wiped her eyes with her sleeve, she didn’t really feel ‘all right’ N-no…I’m…scared…"

"I know…but you’re safe here…"

turbo-the-ghost-boy asked:

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

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turbo-the-ghost-boy:

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turbo-the-ghost-boy:

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turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

sugarrushwrecker:

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

And that made the wrecker feel good… Great, even… Like he mattered…

He just wished it was under better circumstances most of the time.

Not this time, though…

This time was just a normal, calm day.

So Ralph allowed himself to relax, sighing contentedly as his eyes fell shut…

And Turbo rubbed his cheek gently against Ralph’s shirt….

With nothing else to do, it wasn’t long before the wrecker nodded off as well…

(( …should we start wrapping this up now? ))

((Yeah, I think so.))

(( …what now? ))

((I was thinking of activating my kitten M!A, which was why I drew kitty Ralph last night, but my bro’s on the laptop so I can’t really post picture outside of a photo set. That is… if I can go deep enough in my inbox on mobile to retrieve the M!A. I could always activate a different one, too.))

(( activate whichever one you want, I guess…I’m gonna go to my other account. I’ll be replying on the sideblog from now on! ))

turbo-the-ghost-boy asked:

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

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turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

sugarrushwrecker:

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

And that made the wrecker feel good… Great, even… Like he mattered…

He just wished it was under better circumstances most of the time.

Not this time, though…

This time was just a normal, calm day.

So Ralph allowed himself to relax, sighing contentedly as his eyes fell shut…

And Turbo rubbed his cheek gently against Ralph’s shirt….

With nothing else to do, it wasn’t long before the wrecker nodded off as well…

(( …should we start wrapping this up now? ))

((Yeah, I think so.))

(( …what now? ))

turbo-the-ghost-boy asked:

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

sugarrushwrecker:

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

And that made the wrecker feel good… Great, even… Like he mattered…

He just wished it was under better circumstances most of the time.

Not this time, though…

This time was just a normal, calm day.

So Ralph allowed himself to relax, sighing contentedly as his eyes fell shut…

And Turbo rubbed his cheek gently against Ralph’s shirt….

With nothing else to do, it wasn’t long before the wrecker nodded off as well…

(( …should we start wrapping this up now? ))

turbo-the-ghost-boy asked:

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

sugarrushwrecker:

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

And that made the wrecker feel good… Great, even… Like he mattered…

He just wished it was under better circumstances most of the time.

Not this time, though…

This time was just a normal, calm day.

So Ralph allowed himself to relax, sighing contentedly as his eyes fell shut…

And Turbo rubbed his cheek gently against Ralph’s shirt….

turbo-the-ghost-boy asked:

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

sugarrushwrecker:

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

Right… But for now, he needed to get Turbo to bed.

"… Bye…"

"Bye…"

Turbo was already more asleep than awake…

Ralph headed out into the hall, rubbing his son’s back lightly…

That tipped Turbo over the edge, and he fell asleep almost instantly…

He brought the boy back to his room, laying him down gently on the bed before reclining beside him…

As usual, Turbo unconsciously scooted closer to his papa…

Ralph wrapped his arms around him, pulling him even closer…

At least he could provide some comfort to his son…

He always could…

Nine times out of ten, he was the thing that gave Turbo the most comfort…

And that made the wrecker feel good… Great, even… Like he mattered…

He just wished it was under better circumstances most of the time.

Not this time, though…

This time was just a normal, calm day.

turbo-the-ghost-boy asked:

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

sugarrushwrecker:

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

Right… But for now, he needed to get Turbo to bed.

"… Bye…"

"Bye…"

Turbo was already more asleep than awake…

Ralph headed out into the hall, rubbing his son’s back lightly…

That tipped Turbo over the edge, and he fell asleep almost instantly…

He brought the boy back to his room, laying him down gently on the bed before reclining beside him…

As usual, Turbo unconsciously scooted closer to his papa…

Ralph wrapped his arms around him, pulling him even closer…

At least he could provide some comfort to his son…

He always could…

Nine times out of ten, he was the thing that gave Turbo the most comfort…

turbo-the-ghost-boy asked:

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

sugarrushwrecker:

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

Right… But for now, he needed to get Turbo to bed.

"… Bye…"

"Bye…"

Turbo was already more asleep than awake…

Ralph headed out into the hall, rubbing his son’s back lightly…

That tipped Turbo over the edge, and he fell asleep almost instantly…

He brought the boy back to his room, laying him down gently on the bed before reclining beside him…

As usual, Turbo unconsciously scooted closer to his papa…

turbo-the-ghost-boy asked:

(( high fever prompt )) "Papa...!" Turbo placed his hands on Ralph's cheeks desperately. "L-look at me...just at me..."

sugarrushwrecker:

turbo-the-ghost-boy:

sugarrushwrecker:

sugarrushwrecker:

"… Nnn…?"

It was no good… Ralph couldn’t even focus right now, least of all on his son…

His cheeks were bright, his eyes glazed…

Right… But for now, he needed to get Turbo to bed.

"… Bye…"

"Bye…"

Turbo was already more asleep than awake…

Ralph headed out into the hall, rubbing his son’s back lightly…

That tipped Turbo over the edge, and he fell asleep almost instantly…

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