Never again will I do 8 Bit style artwork...these three little guys took me two days to do.....I began with Gene then I did Mary and Nell as well. All I need now is some card to past behind them so I can post them up on my wall without ripping them.
KnitMost days, Felix liked to believe that he knew his wife quite well.
Like any good husband, he knew that Tamora preferred pumpkin pie over cherry, would always choose to wear something black if the option was open to her, and, after a hard day at work, was happiest when the two of them did nothing other than spend the evening snuggling. He knew for a fact that she could drink any of her soldiers under the table on any day of the week and still be fine the next morning to do her job, and he knew that the fact that she was able to do that was because he would use his hammer to take away the pain of the hangover would stay between them until the day they died. He knew just how to use his puppy-dog eyes to ever so slightly bend her will away from doing something dangerous towards a safer, more pleasant pastime, just as he knew that she knew that, if she really wanted something, he could never say ‘no.’ He knew just what buttons to push to get her riled up and angry, and he knew
SmileIf someone was to ask any of Calhoun’s men why she had fallen in love with Fix-It Felix, none of them would have been able to give one accurate answer.
For some of them, the ones that still distrusted the little man that had stolen their commander’s heart, the answer was obvious: magic. He had that magical hammer that could fix anything, right? Well, it had been well known long before the eight-bit character had shown up that Sergeant Calhoun’s entire backstory revolved around the death of her fiancé, an event that would cause anyone’s heart to shatter if they were forced to live through it. Although she had remained physically and mentally strong after Brad’s unfortunate demise, emotionally, she had been well beyond repair.
Or so they had thought.
It made sense, then, that, if the Sarge was broken, the character that had the ‘fit it all’ tool that could heal her would be the one that she fell for. Perhaps it was because she was sufferin
Pet Names (Wreck it Ralph)It was a bright sunny day and Ralph, Vanellope, Felix and Calhoun were on an outing. They had game jumped into another racing game that wasn't made of sweets, and settled down in a large green meadow, with a single tree to add variety to the landscape. There was a light breeze blowing and the grass rustled as it swayed with the flowers that grew in patches across the terrain. Vanellope and Ralph were off climbing the tree trying to collect the bright plump apples that grew on it. Felix and Calhoun were lying in the grass not too far away.
Ralph lifted Vanellope onto the nearest branch. "Ok, now be careful," His voice had an edge of concern.
"What are you, my baby sitter? Come on!" Vanellope teased as she moved up the sturdy trunk
"I just don't want you to get hurt!"
"You worry too much you worry wart!"
"I worry because I care president fartfeathers," Ralph put his large hands on a branch and stood on tiptoes and tried to get a better view at her location.
"Well stop being such a fre
Unplugged - Prologue
Light is the first thing everyone remembers. That is, of course, if you're a videogame character.
This is true even at such a place as Litwack's Arcade. More games had passed through this place than most would be able to count. Even Litwack himself sometimes had a hard time keeping track of all the consoles streaming through his doors.
But there was always more to the story than the gamers and watchful curator saw.
The games were alive.
And they were connected.
All the characters loved to visit other games after hours, but they would never dare stay for work hours. That is because this would make the gamers believe that the character's game was broken. If Litwack caught wind of this, it wouldn't be long before the game was unplugged; the world of the game terminated, along with anyone unlucky enough to be in it when the cord was pulled.
There were only a few games that had stood the test of time in this ever-changing arcade, one of the more memorable being Fix-it Felix Junior. I
WIR: Stuck on YouFix-it Felix Jr. slowly took another careful step forward across one of the candy-caned branches he was attempting to balance on. Despite their previous accident with the disappearing branch and Nesquik-sand, Sargent Calhoun was practically galloping across the tree.
"Come on, Fix-it," She hollered way ahead of him. "We don't have all day!"
They were heading for the Hero's Duty ship Wreck-it Ralph had scornfully stolen, rode, and then crashed somewhere in the world of Sugar Rush. Calhoun had mentioned something about a virus ridden cy-bug joining Ralph on his journey, so he knew they had to hurry, but he couldn't help but notice that Calhoun was purposely staying a great distance away from him.
In attempt to catch up with her, Felix zipped forward. He hopped on one branch after another, before one quickly dissipated below his feet. Thinking fast, he hopped onto another branch and sat there a moment to catch his breath.
When he turned to his left, he noticed something growing out of the
Wreck-It Ralph's Christmas Part 8Wreck-It Ralph's Christmas Part 8
Written by Eugene "The Good" Wario
It was the next day... Ralph was pacing behind the apartment building waiting for Luigi. Ralph was worried because it was 5:05 PM, a little later than the time he was supposed to arrive.
Felix stepped out of the back door to check on Ralph. "Is he here yet?"
Ralph shook his head "No, but I hope he gets here soon..."
Felix went up to his friend "Ralph... there is the possibility...."
"Don't say things like tha..." Ralph paused because the train had arrived "Get back in Felix"
Felix reentered the apartment and Ralph waited. Luigi (as Luigi) approached.
"Hello Luigi" Ralph spoke.
"Hello Ralph..." Luigi replied, his voice was weak
"What's wrong?" Ralph asked.
"I wanted to say Happy Holidays to my friends before I went to the party, but none of them were hanging out at Game Central Station"
Ralph smiled "That's because they are all here" Ralph flung open the doors of the apartment and a throng of characters came out. Mario
Wreck-It Ralph's Cristmas Part 6Wreck-It Ralph's Christmas Part 6
Written by Eugene "The Good" Wario
Ralph entered Sugar Rush and saw that all of the candy citizens were preparing for the holiday. Sno-Caps were falling from the sky and sugar cookie Christmas trees were being decorated with frosting. Pit disappeared, with no evidence of his location. Ralph talked to the first sweet that he could talk to.
"Excuse me, where can I find the President?"
"Do you mean the king?" The Tootsie Pop replied.
"What king? King Candy was unseated months ago!"
"News flash bub, we're a monarchy!"
The Tootsie Pop walked away from Ralph. The big man looked around in search of Vanellope, the girl who loved him so much. She was nowhere to be seen.
"VANELLOPE!" Cried out a desperate Ralph. He had to find her; Vanellope's craziness would (ironically) give Ralph sanity .Other characters looked at Ralph in confusion.
"Hey mister, why are you screaming?" shouted a random sweet.
"I'm looking for Vanellope!" Ralph shouted.
It's Only Programmed - PrologueYou don't feel pain very often when you're a video game character. Codes programmed things resembling organs and tissue into your body, but the fact remains: you're still made of pixels. During the day, the lives of video game characters were controlled, and the outcome was always unpredictable. Certainly, they're were probably thousands of deaths a day, but never a loss, as the characters could simply regenerate.
During his time as a racer, Turbo suffered his nicks and scrapes (it was a mere, small sacrifice to pay for the price of being the best of the racers), but it was nothing compared to the agony he was facing now.
As amazing and Turbo-tastic as he had been as a racer, every Number One had their slip ups, and Turbo was no different. His cars had crashed outside of arcade hours, and certainly during them, but it would be a simple, routine crash, and a brief, fleeting moment of pain before he'd flicker and recover.
The pain that consumed him now held no respite, and no chan
WIR: Pre-ProgrammedWARNING: THIS DRABBLE CONTAINS SPOILERS FOR WRECK-IT RALPH! If you have not seen the movie yet, for pity's sake, GO AND SEE IT! Then we'll talk.
"Wedding jitters." The words sounded unnatural coming out of her mouth, even Calhoun had to admit it. And that wasn't even considering the fact that it was a lie. The Sergeant turned the empty glass mug between her fingers and watched what froth remained in it slowly drip to the bottom.
"If you'll pardon my presumption, Milady," said the smaller man sitting next to her, "I don't think social anxiety fits in your coding."
'Milady'. Calhoun felt a smile play at her lips for a moment. Only Felix would be bold enough to call her that. Likewise, only Felix would be persistent enough to track her down all the way to Tapper's after she had taken such caution in coming here discreetly. The pair now sat in the back corner of the room, Calhoun with h
Some Fantastic, Chapter Seven
Some Fantastic, Chapter Seven
"We're gonna die. We're gonna die. We're—"
"Can it, Wreck-it." Calhoun snarled. "Draw attention and we will die."
"This is your amazing plan. Just get on the train like everyone else?"
They were approaching a long train, decked out with plenty of gears and clocks. All around them were players of a much higher level, all colors of the rainbow.
Felix was wrapped up in Vanellope's cloak. "She's right, brother. If we act like a higher level, no one will suspect we're not. You've gotta fight someone to find out what their level is."
"C'mon Ralph, it'll be fine." Vanellope assured him as they boarded the least crowded car. About half a dozen players milled about, chatting and sparring.
Ralph shook his head, but kept quiet. It was a half hour trip. If they just sat quietly and looked mean enough, they'd get by.
Or so Calhoun said.
He sat down and Vanellope clambered into his lap. Felix sat in between the two larger characters;
Some Fantastic, Chapter ThirteenSome Fantastic, chapter Thirteen
The twilight was almost completely faded. The growls in the darkness were getting louder. Ralph and Calhoun stood looking outwards, Vanellope between them. Her little hands were wrapped firmly around his code.
"So, it's like...ghosts? Or ninjas?"
"You have no idea how far video game monsters have progressed, do you?" Calhoun grumbled. "There could be anything from werewolves to tentacle-faced gods ready to suck the souls out of our still-living bodies and feast on the horrors within."
Ralph's face looked even greener, if possible. "Oh."
"Yeah. If we're lucky it'll just be some vampire bats. I'd even take vampires, if that's the weakest thing the game has to throw at us."
"And, um, if we get knocked off the train?" Vanellope asked hesitantly.
"You run for the town and don't stop, no matter what." Ralph said sharply. "No heroics, kid."
"The ginger's right. If something does knock you off, just start running.
"Your games will be un
Some Fantastic, Chapter NineSome Fantastic, Chapter Nine
Calhoun swam through the system, her keen eyes tracing lines and paths the others couldn't hope to fine, let alone follow. This was a field almost as familiar as killing.
And she was very good at killing.
It wouldn't take long to find an unprotected user account. From there, she just had to access the outgoing mail, mask the origin as being from Magic Quest, and tell Litwak how to fix Fix-It Felix Jr. It was downright simple compared to what they'd already done.
'There.' She spotted a dimly flickering box about a hundred feet below. Someone hadn't used their account in awhile.
She swam to the box and clutched it. Lines of code appeared. She scanned them, nodded, and began crafting her message.
Just as she finished sending, she sensed it, trailing her, getting closer. Yelling for Wreck-It to yank her would leave her vulnerable and expose her position. Not to mention Felix would probably jump in to try and save her.
She began t
Some Fantastic, Chapter TwelveSome Fantastic, Chapter Twelve
Calhoun's eyes opened. The light was noticeably dimmer. Their time to get home was running out.
"Where's the lug?" She groaned and sat up. She was laying under a tall tree. Vanellope was nearby, watching a small fire.
Calhoun grunted as the child flung her arms around her waist. "Easy kid, damaged goods here."
"Sorry." Vanellope let go. "Ralph went to try and find something to eat; food can get your hp up."
"Good thinking." She looked down at the small blue box in her fingers. "Hmm. Wasn't a dream."
Calhoun managed a grin. "Felix says be careful."
"YOU TALKED TO HIM?!" Vanellope bounced in excitement.
"Yeah. No idea how." Calhoun leaned back. "But he's in there."
Vanellope's smile lasted for another nanosecond before she burst into tears.
"Whoa, whoa. No tears, soldier."
"I just...I thought you were both dead." Vanellope wiped her eyes, embarrassed.
"Been there. But we're not." Calhoun carefully placed th