Camfield's Happy Sanctuary

Starting one of these because it makes things just 'that' much easier.  :)

Part 3

I don't like Ao3.  The end.


Title: Adaptation

Author: Camfield

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Artist: Kymericl

Fandom: Wreck it Ralph

Characters/Pairings: Ralph, Felix, Nicelanders, Vanellope, Sergeant Calhoun

Rating: M/NC-17

Warnings/Enticements: M/M sex, mentions of violence, erasure of data

Word Count: 10369

Summary: With the introduction of VR game goggles/helmets comes the decline of the arcade.  It goes from kids playing after school to the retro junkies.  Hipsters.  Passers by.  Nostalgics.  Litwick finally has to face the facts, that no one is interested in an arcade that still features 8bit games. Within the capability for the machine to write and remember certain bits of data, it also creates shadows of the characters.  Trapped within the memory of high scores and such, leaking back out and integrating into a character’s code.

In staving off memories that they don’t fully understand, Felix and Ralph search for understanding and solstice in the things they do have.  Existence.

Link to Media:  TBA

This is, like everything I write, wildly overdue.  My apologies OP, for dealing with me and my shortness in this part.    First part can be found Here.

Violence
Masturbation


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Sometimes Sunstreaker forgets that Bluestreak is as young as he is.  He and Bumblebee are close in age, but there are some very telling differences between them.  Where Bumblebee is an attention seeker, a pleaser, Bluestreak is socially nervous and shy.  Bumblebee makes everyone like him, Bluestreak can’t talk to more than two mechs at a time.

Jazz took Bumblebee under his wing.  Sculpted and molded the minibot into a competent actor capable of smiling while he ripped out your throat cabling.

Ironhide took Bluestreak and separated him from the group.  Putting him high above other mechs and honing a superb targeting system capable of more one shot kills than even Ironhide himself.

Sunstreaker had known Bluestreak was young when Ironhide had intercepted his courting.  Had known that the gunner was still emotionally fragile when he began presenting gifts designed for blessings on future sparklings and watched him break down.

He’d held Bluestreak through the night cycle then, wondering what exactly he’d gotten himself into.

Now though, as he watched the Praxian rock their newspark, a crystal rattle gleaming in his tiny hands, he realizes that he wouldn’t trade this for anything.

For Whitefirebird

Prowl, Jazz - follow up to your breastfeeding one. Prowl's experimenting. Bonus points for Bumblebee's involvement somehow; I'm thinking Jazz unavailable for some reason, Bumblebee forgets, goes to P&J's quarters after a nightmare or something, and Prowl offers. Jazz comes back in the middle of it.

Follows This

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The single most embarrassing day of Prowl’s life was when Jazz had to talk him through shutting his feeding system down.