(temporarily on pause) You've lived in the gaslight district for as long as you can remember, a place cursed and blessed by eternal life, where all its inhabitants are forced to rot for eternity, without exceptions. your life is quite abnormal, you work, you quit when you're no longer satisfied, you live alone, few friends and few relationships, nothing spectacular. then one day, after leaving your job, you decide to try a new one: the waitress at the "Whale belly butchershop". I designed the cover. i don't know how constant the updates will be, be kind in the comments or i'll block you. english is not my first language, sorry for the grammatical errors.

Book 1 - "A spark will shimmer from a realm above and a shooting star shall fall below. A Divine Star shall rise from its dust." - Baldi's Basics AU - (creds) Baldi, or any other character from BBIEAL I use in this, are not my character in any slight, they belong to the beautiful mystman12 Anything I do to Baldi in this three Act series is PURELY for the AU itself, "Remember kids, this isn't canon!" Opal is my friends OC, I get perms to use her as a character in this.

Crusher is tired of being treated like a bad guy even though he is not really bad, sure he is rough sometimes, but he isn't mostly bad. So when he gamed-jumped. Or known as Speedy, he managed to get a metal, until a Biter-Bite got onto him and after one escape pod flight later, he ended up in Fast Food Freezy, where he would meet a candy-headed girl, that would change his life. Note: This is a fanfiction original inspired and I do mean INSPIRED by the peak Wreck It Ralph. The first movie. Not the second. So I'm not trying to steal, it's just INSPIRED. Shootout to my friend @OogieBooge for the art and helping me! Go check out her story!

Clockspire is a marvel of kinetic architecture, a city that feels less like a collection of buildings and more like a single, massive living organism made of brass and iron. The air is thick with the scent of roasted coffee and metallic oil, hummed over by a constant chorus of rhythmic clipping, clacking, and hissing steam. Everything is polished to a warm, amber glow, lit by gaslight lanterns and the fiery orange flicker of coal-burning furnaces that pulse like a heartbeat from the city's lower levels. The feel of the town is one of organized chaos and communal reliability, and there is a whimsical, hand-crafted charm to every corner. It is a place where a neighbor might use a mechanical claw to hand a fresh baguette to a friend across a gap in the moving street, and where the winding pneumatic tubes provide a constant soundtrack of rushing air. Despite the heavy industrial machinery, Clockspire feels cozy and vibrant-a place where the clunking gears aren't just tools, but the very pulse that keeps the community connected and moving forward.