A small ficlet for an adorable gif.
Something
The first time it happened, Sam was pretty sure his life was over.
ROFL <3
A small ficlet for an adorable gif.
Something
The first time it happened, Sam was pretty sure his life was over.
Omg, so cute with just enough of an edge to make it hurt-I-mean-<3 that much more Q.Q *squishes everything*
My (not so) secret Santa fic for userkaydee!
I’m very sorry it’s a day (and a half) late. :( Work and real life has been insane lately. But hopefully the fact that it’s been delivered by Christmas eve will help. \o/ Hope you enjoy, and happy holidays!
Summary:
“Unc’an?”
The blubbery sound was the only preface to the trespasser launching itself at Tron. This time, though, he did not attempt an attack, aborted or not - in fact, he was lucky his disc had not simply slipped from his fingers. As fresh sobs began to rise from the leg it had attached itself to, Tron stared down in mute horror and croaked, “SamFlynn?”
OMG OMG OMG LOOK WHAT I HAS:
HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE :D
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Summary:
In one story, a program named Rinzler remembered he was once named Tron long enough to ram his lightjet into Clu’s.
In one story, he fell, and Clu went on to harry the users and the ISO upon the I/O port’s very threshold.
In one story, he drifted into the deeps of the Sea of Simulation, limp and flickering, as Kevin Flynn drew Clu into himself and Sam and Quorra escaped into the user’s world.
This is not that story.
Notes: This pretty much affirms that no one escapes Winzler’s influence, no matter how long they’ve idled or been away from fandom.
Dashed off after 15 seconds of thought to the prompt: can flynn tell stories of the grid to wee sam, props for use of the figurines
“I met a girl today.”
At Sam’s expression, a laugh burst straight from Kevin’s belly and he had to abandon the teasing he had originally intended. “What!” the boy demanded, his look of disgust morphing into a scowl of suspicion.
“You’ll get it when you’re older,” Kevin smirked, but when the suspicion began morphing into outright petulance, he shifted the boy a little closer to his hip and mock grumbled, “Fine, fine, I know, I’m not doing my job. Man, we should put YOU at the head of the board … all right, so, I met a girl.”
This time, Sam caught on, the brilliant little scamp. “On the Grid?” he squinted.
“On the Grid,” Kevin echoed solemnly with a hand over his heart.
“So?”
This time, it was Kevin’s turn to peer sideways at his son. “Man, good thing you’re NOT in charge of the board, you might actually get me to do some honest work. Whaddya mean, ‘so’?”
“There’re already lotsa girls on the Grid,” Sam reminded impatiently, and his frown indicated that it was a statistic he had been happy to ignore up till now.
“Yeah, well, this one’s SPECIAL - “
“She doesn’t sing, does she?”
Kevin stuttered to a halt. “What - I don’t know. I didn’t ask - yet. Maybe - why?”
“‘Cause singing’s annoying,” Sam asserted with that same wrinkle of his nose from before. “Do all the animals come and dance and sing to her?”
“I - what - where’re you getting all these questions, kiddo?”
“Does she wear a pink dress? Does she have a crown? Is this one of those dumb princess stories - “
Kevin sputtered and then raised the hand he had looped around his son’s shoulder to cover the boy’s mouth instead. “All right, all right, look buddy,” he tried for stern and failed miserably as his voice broke on a laugh. “Who’s telling the story here? And yeah, she’s kind of a princess, but no, there’re no pink dresses, and she’s incredible, one-of-a-kind, UNIQUE - “
Small hands pried at his fingers and Sam shouted past his muffling fingers, “Does she need t’get saved? Are there dragons? Does Tron get to - wait, wait, Daddy … !”
Kevin trailed off, bemused, as Sam thrashed and squirmed his way out from the nest of blankets and father to scramble across the bed, nearly tripping over the too-long toes of his onesie as he dove for the action figures still scattered over the bedstand.
Absently wiping his son’s spit off his palm, Kevin settled back as Sam returned with the plastic figurines, already making enthusiastic whooshing sounds as Tron rushed onto the scene, narrating events at a rate that could have given even the legendary Grid warrior a run for his cycles.
It looked like Kevin would get a chance to play slacker this evening after all.
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Summary:
“Did you know that users have invisible circuits called ‘nerves’ and ‘nerve clusters’?”
Notes:
This idea had been sitting in the back of my mind for a little while, and I had thought to incorporate it directly into The Sea. But I’ve had longer writings on hold for a bit now due to RL, so when Winzler said “Quorra” today and inspiration struck, I grabbed the chance to belt this out in the 30 mins or so I had free.
Rating: PG-13
Characters: CLU, Quorra, Sam, Tron
Warnings: Violence
Word Count: 2,223
Summary: Responsibility weighs heavily on Sam and Tron’s expectations may push him over the edge.
I asked winzler what she wanted for her birthday and she said, “YOU KNOW WHAT I WANT,” and it was for me to finish my Conquer series, so I did.
I mentioned this before, but I’ll say it again! Mochi, you’ve got an amazing, no-frills straight-forward brutal delivery that makes me howl with laughter in your Meanwhile in the real world series and flinch in this Conquer series. Fabulous!
[…]
The gigantic gate shook in its frame, a skyscraper’s worth of potential debris loosening along its edges. Its lights went out but cracks lit up, and Sam had seen gridbugs before but that was a freaking elephant that broke through —
What was earlier a ping became a strong hard grip as he was yanked aside, flattened belly-first against a rock, and felt his disc detach. He shouted in surprise but the blade was in his hands before he got a full word out, and a foreign weight settled down between his shoulders. He grasped behind to feel it, and paused in shock to see his arms and hands coated in black. There was no trace of his lab coat even if his disc was still in white. He shook his head and reached behind, again, but Tron slapped his hand away.
“No touching,” the program hissed. “It’ll keep you safe so leave it as it is.”
”But – wait,” Sam stuttered, looking at the ID in his hand as if he’d never seen one before. “If I get to keep my disc and wear yours as a shield, what –“
Oh sweet Jesus. The program had a stretch of rope, a burning wire coiling in his grip. He wrapped it around each hand and tugged, looking like a hired gun on a strangling mission. He smiled, feral and inhuman; Sam didn’t dare look at the process list. He could deal with Rinzler, just about, but the thought of Tron on that maniacal high was not something he was ready for, not just yet.
And then he was alone, and an absolute colossus towered overhead. But before he could even aim the thing collapsed, a leg derezzing in a flash of green and one thin slice of blue. The rope scythed through the air like a neon lasso or a bizarre flail, and did away with another limb as the gridbug’s body tumbled down, now within the range of discs. Two went for it and pulverized its bulk, and the landscape shimmered with resultant dust.
Sam breathed for a micro before another monster filled his sight.
— Because if you have a chance to have Tronzler pull a Legolas all over the Outlands, you take it.
*takes a deep breath* A;WEOIFJA;WOEIJFAOWI
Winzler, you’re the first to make me actually FEEL for Sam Flynn, and each and every chapter of Home - the original and the rewrite - reminds me of that with a brutal punch.
And omg, I just wanna hug all the security folks and bake them cookies.
I-i-i don’t know how this came to be.Also Clu how is that thing holding you UP?!And stop trying to one-up Sam at everything!
asdfghjk Someone final draw Kevin with surfer bored.
asfjasdgjk Rinzler playing in the sand with his helmet on, helping XD <3
Also is that Alan buying smoothies? Who’s the other one for?
Yep! My best guess is probably for Quorra or maybe he’ll try cheering Jarvis up. ^W^
Awwwww so cute <3 He’s a sweetie.
…I hope it’s for Jarvis. They can be “forever a…” together.
Everything about this is fantastic.
This is amazing - and o god, Rinzler with his helmet still on! <333333
(I … I won’t admit what that cannon looked like when the picture was all reduced in my dash. o.o IS FREUD IN THE ROOM)
Look, look, I bring back lots of gifts when I go away for a while! \o/
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Summary:
And isn’t it ironic that he would be faced with this specter when he himself was now the stodgy old codger?
WARNING: This is a side-story to my post-apocalypse-AU story, The Devil’s Dues. You’ll want to at least be familiar with the premise of it to understand the setting here.
TUUUUUUUUUUUUUBMLRRRRRRRRR I HAVE MISSED J00!
Maaaaaaaaaan the last week has been wild, and I’m gonna just haveta write off my online presence through that period cuz I’m never gonna catch up with all my tumblr backlog now. But hopefully this will make up for it and I’m gonna try and keep up again now. :D
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Summary:
It wasn’t so much that hope died, but that Sam realized it had only been wishful thinking all along.
For Winzler and Stalkingbit, and the prompt (misinterpreted):
The world ends. Nuclear wasteland, Mad Max style, etc. One day Sam comes out of the computer and everything is gone. The power will run out soon/the arcade is in danger/etc so Sam hurriedly brings a recovering Tron(zler) out to save him.
Tron is OK at first but slowly reverts to Rinzler under the stress of survival — and Sam eventually begins to lose it as well. In the end we’re left with 2 bugfuck crazy survivalist murdermachines roaming the wasteland together.
Have more Gridranger ficlet, Tumblr. A snapshot from episode one:
Download, Program Sentai!
“You have got to be freakin’ kidding me!” Sam said, staring in horror at his reflection. Bright. Red. Spandex.
Heeeee!
*cracks up immensely* DUN DUN DUN CLIFFHANGER!
O man, along with the other ficlet, this is a really awesome fill of a cracky concept. Having lived on the peripheries of my brother’s obsession with the Power Rangers in all their incarnations as he was growing up is proving useful after all!
For Stalkingbit! Hope you feel better soon, hon!
A direct and equally cracky sequel to Love and Kittens (the original).
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“Tron - Tron! Get back here, I need that code!” Sam barked, and hell if he didn’t feel like the Looney Tunes equivalent of a dog - emphasis on the ‘looney’ - as he chased after the fleeing feline, occasionally making an ineffectual swipe for the taunting snap of the blue-tipped tail.
But for all his kittenish proportions and smaller size, Tron seemed in full command of his usual spec sheet with its inhuman stats as he leaped off of seat, chair arm, seat back, and launched spread-eagled for the mantle in one fluid motion, barely needing to put paw to surface. Sam nearly dislocated a rib trying to correct mid-course, and over-reached in a futile attempt to snag the black-furred menace and the softly glowing wireframe fluttering desperately from its bewhiskered muzzle.
“Sam, what’s all the - ” his father chose the perfect moment to step in as the cat galloped pell-mell through the knick-knacks arranged on the shelf.
“Stop him!” Sam roared as he tried not to break his neck tripping over the ones that were knocked off.
Hands folded into his sleeves, Kevin blinked serenely between rabid son and absconding animal and did nothing whatsoever as Tron leapt off the mantle’s end and sailed past his left elbow.
“Oh jesus christ, you’re worse than a hello-world!” Sam groaned as he pushed off the mantle’s corner without breaking stride, bouncing himself off onto the same vector as the kitten - and, incidentally, drastically dropping the target zone’s friction values in that brief moment while his hand had contact with bare code.
“Really,” Kevin huffed as Tron landed, skidded with a trill of surprise, and spun on the smooth tiles in a half-seated sprawl to disappear beneath the low table before the couch, “then I guess you don’t need to know - “
Giving in to desperation, Sam flung himself onto his belly at full speed, grunting at the impact and stretching both arms out at full extension as he slid into shadow, right on target -
” - that you need to watch your two o’clock - “
“Gotcha,” Sam hissed as one hand finally snagged fur - and completely missed the answering hiss that immediately preceded a bewildering splash of light … and what felt like eighten red-hot fishhooks that suddenly embedded themselves in his back.
” - well, twelve o’clock, now,” Kevin finished placidly as Sam’s shriek was abruptly cut off with a thud.
The table teetered briefly upon two legs before settling back down with a screech.
Groaning, Sam crawled out from beneath, slumping down for a seat upon the table’s edge as he held one hand to the growing lump on the top of his head and the other fingered gingerly at the torn and bloodied back of his shirt. “What the hell … “
Kevin’s magnanimous effort not to verbalize ‘I told you so’ was ruined by the palpable smugness in his voice. “It appears that Alan has retained full user privileges while in his altered form.”
Sam twisted blearily around to find that the table now had a hole in it. To be exact, it had a vaguely cat-shaped hole in it, if the cat were about the size of a small dog and had legs extended while in the act of a full pounce.
“That’s … he … you’ve got to be kidding me … ” Sam groaned before a disgruntled growl pulled his gaze up.
White points blazing, ears flat, Alan was definitely giving him the feline equivalent of the stinkeye while Tron dangled meek and half-curled by the nape of the neck from the cat’s jaws.
Sam struggled not to sulk but couldn’t quite hold back a defensive, “Hey, he started it!”
In typical fashion, Alan wanted to hear none of it, and trotted off with tail flagged high and proud …
… and the damned code still clutched like a half-dead mouse between Tron’s teeth.
A lightning-round drabble for Winzler, who wanted something where Sam and Alan were interacting as peers …
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Sam was still peeling his jacket off in the relative warmth of the medical center when he found Alan, pacing through the tiny waiting area with enough ferocity to make his neck twinge trying to follow. “Hey, Alan - Alan! Sorry, I only just heard and got here as quickly as I could. What’s going on -“
The man’s head jerked up, expression so pale and pinched that Sam’s stomach dropped even as he reached out to snag his godfather’s arm. “Wait - is he - “
“He’s-got-appendicitis.”
The words came out pell-mell, so rushed that Sam had to run them through his head twice. But once their meaning registered, he had to bite back a laugh of as much relief as humor, and after a quick glance about to see who might be within easy earshot, leaned close to mumble curiously, “Programs have appendices?”
Sam had to bite back laughter a second time at the look of stunned outrage that crossed the man’s face, and hurriedly ushered his godfather into the farthest seat from the room’s other occupants. “Sorry, sorry, look, that’s good news - “
“Good news!” Alan burst out and Sam winced, making leveling motions with his hands.
“Yes!” he emphasized in a low hiss, and Alan hunched his shoulders resentfully. Taking pity on his godfather’s obviously miserable state, Sam cajoled, “It’s Dr. Danielson taking care of him, right? Danielson knows Tron’s history, and he’s the best. He took care of Brian too - “
Alan perked up a bit, glancing sidelong at him with a tentative, “Brian also had appendicitis. Two years ago, wasn’t it?”
“Yeah,” Sam assured quickly, grinning as he gently elbowed the man in the side. “When he was three. Yeah, Seline and I threw a fit then too, so don’t feel too bad. But it happens all the time, and kids bounce back from it real quick.”
“Tron’s not a kid - “
“He’s your kid.”
Sam had meant it as a joke, but somehow it came out as more than that, and Alan was staring down at his open hands before he released a long sigh and smiled ruefully. “Yeah. Yeah, I guess he is.”
