All Aboard the Selfcest Train

winnyao:

Winnyao smiled at the idea. “Oh, that sounds simply wonderful!” she beamed as she clasped her hands together in excitement. Noticing Turbo seemed to be wondering, she furrowed her brows together a bit in concern. 


Standing as well, Winnyao folded her hand neatly in front of herself. Smiling a small smile, she offered, “I do not mind walking. I have not seen very much of Sugar Rush. If,” she bit her lower lip in contemplation before speaking her idea in an unsure tone, “you would like, I could…use my power of Telekinesis to fly us to areas you wish to show me. We would stay low to the ground and would be faster that foot travel if you are in a hurry.”

"Are you sure? I could just keep us in the areas around the castle." He listened to her suggestion and nodded. "Well, we could walk for a bit then just do that on the way back or if we get tired…"

He looks back down at the table and the snacks on it. “Erm, well, we can wait until you’re finished trying out everything here…” He slowly sits back down in his chair.

Nitro, what do you think of me?

NITRO: “Truly, terribly awful. Completely unattractive, as funny as a rock outside of your puns, you’re just generally boring to be around and you smell.”

※ (any muse)

ask-ktb-and-the-twins:

"Ted says you’re the best dressed Turbo around here…"

TURBO: “Oh…it’s nice. Thank you.”

ask-ktb-and-the-twins:

ask-ktb-and-the-twins:

"NEVERRRRRR~!!"

Ted’s voice echos thru the castle halls.

"—oh wait, isn’t there a Turbo among you?"

"A chocolate rose, for the greatest racer that ever graced this arcade with his presence…?"

"There is no where I would rather that chocolate rose be than on the sweet lips of such a handsome prince~"

"Excuse you. And I can give him much more than just one rose, as I am a king, after all.” He crosses his arms and sticks his tongue out at the other.

Turbo licks the melted chocolate off his fingers, having already consumed the whole thing. “…Erm, thanks.”

ask-ktb-and-the-twins:

"NEVERRRRRR~!!"

Ted’s voice echos thru the castle halls.

"—oh wait, isn’t there a Turbo among you?"

"A chocolate rose, for the greatest racer that ever graced this arcade with his presence…?"

Yes and he is taken.” King Candy is quick to answer, snatching the rose away, also offended that he would say Turbo was the best racer and not him. Turbo lightly reaches for the rose.

"……..Besides you do know he’ll just eat this right?" He hands the rose over, where then the grey prince turns away and slowly starts eating it.

Nitro sighs at the rejection, “Ok…”

cosmiccanine:

metallic buzzing noises

cosmiccanine:

metallic buzzing noises

Reblog if you’re a cuddler.

((I’m really sorry guys, between my fiancee’s cancer making him constantly feel like shit (he barely even eats) and me constantly getting bitched at for not getting a job asap becauseit’sapparentlymyowngoddamnfaultnobody willhiremebutwillhiremymotherinlawscoworkerskidsinaninstant I’ve been having trouble finding motivation with doing stuff on the blog. I’m trying to answer asks and finish stuff for the blog plot-thing, but with all this I’m having trouble doing so. I’m not going on a hiatus but I’ll try and do stuff on here when I can.))

Anti-honesty hour. Ask me anything and I will respond with blatant lies.
to Nitro, being tied up~

"…E-eh..not really for me. You’re better off asking Turbo for that one." Nitro coughs lightly.

Turbo quickly looks to him, asking in a low voice, “H-how do you-“

"Dude, I’ve seen ya’ll take those twizzler rope things into your room, there ain’t no other reason for them to be there, and I doubt you’re eatin’ them and talkin’ about the weather." He crosses his arms as the other lightly pulls down at the edge of his sleeve.