literally made of sugar.

xiaoli wasn’t sure if she wanted adventure, per say. she just found the idea of cars interesting, and they looked pretty good, too. that was a plus. hearing the boy’s name ( nickname? it had to be a nickname, she was almost certain ), she was sure he was one of the sugar rush people sabrina had mentioned during class one time. ‘i’m xiaoli. are you sure that would be alright? you don’t know me, and i wouldn’t want to inconvenience you.’

parents: - william “sour bill” maynard (wreck-it-ralph) && charms maynard full name: - patrick “sour patch” maynard species: - candy/video game character years of age: - 19 birthdate: - august 7, 1998 homeland: - queen vanellope’s castle (sugar rush) faceclaim: - joshua hong

【 NOW THE ROAD IS A MINEFIELD.】

sour patch doesn’t have many talents. but, he can sing. boy, can that little candy sing. however, the boy was so insecure that he never tried singing for an audience, just for his fellow castle helpers. some would argue that sour patch’s talent was helping people. he wasn’t strong or fast, but he gave support when he could. he had the patience to stick things out with you until the very end. he had the thoughtfulness to get you small gifts. he had the determination to celebrate you in the best ways a small little candy could. sour patch didn’t have many talents but he was the best little castle helper that a candyland could ask for.

a lot of people were surprised when sour patch turned out as sweet as he did. after all, he was a sour candy. he ought to be sour and grumpy and groggy because that’s how sour bill was. despite this, people still adored the small boy for his bright smile and amethyst eyes. there’s something in those eyes that everyone knew was there, however. the boy sometimes got unconditionally sad, making himself sticky from his own tears. no one could figure out why. until one day, a lollipop heard sour patch cry about not being important enough. 

he was just a little candy. just a castle helper, even if he was an incredibly good one. he was just a side character. no one outside the game cared about him because no one outside the game ever saw him. that’s how unimportant he was. his dad would always choose his job over him. his mom was a minigame worker, so she often wasn’t even in the castle and was exhausted by the time she came home. sour patch cried because no matter how much people told him otherwise, he always felt like he could easily be left behind and no one would bat an eyelash. he was easily replaceable, all you need to know is a little code. 

【 I CAN’T FOLLOW THE WAY SHE MOVES.】

+ positive: easygoing, considerate && hardworking. - negative: noncommittal, insecure && emotional.

【 I CAN’T SEE PAST THE SHADOWS.】

→ hershey von schweetz: - a friend, his candy prince.

→ keturah von schweetz: - a friend, his candy princess.

→ angel candlehead: - a best friend, his bad influence.

→ ginger fluggerbutter: - a friend, his fellow soft person. 

→ sabrina candy: - a friend, his new ward.

out of the corner of her eye, xiaoli spotted someone waving at her, and she quickly stepped away from the cars. it was embarrassing to have been spotted. she’d been under the impression that there wasn’t anyone else in the parking lot. she must have looked ridiculous, and yet here he was, telling her that she could take a look. part of her wondered if she should trust him, but he didn’t seem to be a threat. she stepped forward and took a look. it was a very nice car. ‘i didn’t mean to pry,’ she wrote, still analysing the car as she did. ‘i’ve just been a little curious about cars since arriving here. driving seems convenient.’ and perhaps a little fun.

( @asourpatchkid )

if there was one thing xiaoli was completely clueless about, it was cars. she’d been in one on the way to auradon, and that one time had been enough to stir some sort of curiosity within her. she didn’t understand illyria and bolin’s aversion to them. or rather, she did, but she just didn’t feel the same way. if it was dangerous, then she wanted to overcome said danger. that was what she’d done her whole life.

that was why she’d stopped to look at the cars near the university, astounded to see so many in all different shapes and sizes. she walked around the parking lot, tilting her head every so often when she wanted to get a better look of something.

( @asourpatchkid said: “why do i get struggles instead of snuggles?” )

“don’t know if i can do anything about the struggles, but i could give you snuggles. you are my husband, you know. ordained by a tattooed nun and all,” she teased, holding out her arms, remaining seated on the couch.

Lenox didn’t even realize that today was his birthday until his phone chimed. Nothing could put him into an even more sour mood than his birthday. He woke up at eleven and crawled out of his bed. He needed coffee ao much coffee. He didn’t even bother to change out of his pajamas, sliding on a pair of sneakers and slamming his dorm room door shut. His hair was a mangled mess atop his head. Lenox was shuffling down the hallway when he heard the guitar. “Could you not?” He further mussed his hair up. “It’s just a day. Who actually gives a shit about birthdays? Some of us don’t celebrate their birthdays.”

Originally posted by julia-bramhall

sabrina had done some digging a little while ago. hacking was the better term for it, but she wasn’t about to admit as much with any teachers about. all she’d done was look up the birthdays of all her friends, at least the ones she didn’t know, so she would be prepared with gifts for them whenever those dates rolled around. now she was at the university, searching for sour patch so she could give him his gift, though she doubted it was anything special. hearing the birthday tune, she rushed towards it, joining in at the end with a, “HIP-HIP, HOORAY!” she slid to a stop in front of him, a bright grin on her face. “happy birthday!”

Addie took notice of how he backed away from her and had to laugh. “Look I’m not gonna hit you with it, if that’s what you’re thinking.” she assured him with a laugh. He looked as though that was the last thing he needed. She flicked her curls over shoulder before responding to his next question. “I would like to think so, yes.” 

“Of course I do.” Ginger told him positively. “There’s nothing wrong with that at all, it just means that you have a big heart.” she pointed out. “Sometimes people like to take advantage of other’s kindness and the only one’s to blame are them not you.” she promised, gently laying a hand on his shoulder. 

“Whoa, whoa, whoa.” He glitched a little (still dealing with Ursula’s after-effects) but he ignored it .Hershey lifted his hand like a stop sign, then lowered it on to Sour Patch’s shoulder. “I think in my old-age I mistakenly heard you say you’re ‘just a castle worker’…? Sour Patch? Patch that is Sour? You’re practically my brother and no brother of mine is just a castle worker. You’re…” he paused, knowing he had to resolve this before they got into any mischief, “you’re a lord. Lord of Sour Sweets.”

Simon hesitated to take the marker from him. He stared down at it almost absentmindedly. He looked up for a moment  before nodding. “That sounds like something my pa would say.” he replied softly. He hesitated a moment before deciding to sing it like he was requested to. 

“I’m..I’m really sorry about what happened. I know you probably will never forgive me, but I really am.” he confessed, a quiver in his voice as he spoke. 

“If you haven’t already noticed...” Sour Patch started. A part of him hesitated, knowing that he stiffened as the other started to sign on his cast. The boy didn’t care if that was his body’s reaction. “I’ve already forgiven you!” He flashed a soft smile. “You don’t have to apologize. But I’ll accept your apology if it makes you feel better.”

kitket listened as sour patch spoke, and she couldn’t help but sniffle a bit — she felt the exact same way. pulling down her sweater sleeves ( even despite the hot, summer weather ), the candy princess nodded. “yeah, me too …” her voice was soft, sad. “i’m tired of trying to escape, patchy … i just don’t know how to anymore …”

@asourpatchkid said:  ❝ One of the things that makes me who I am is the loyalty I have to people I hold close to my heart. ❞

“I think that’s a great thing patchy!” she encouraged enthustically.