All of my Porn from the NSFW Rooster Chat (5/31/12)
The Doc/Wash one tho
and the Grimmons ones ‘v’
What a good night here on Roostertubmlr
May 2012
Red vs Blue Headcanon
The Alpha was programmed with Asimov’s three laws of robotics. That is why, even when he was point blank, he couldn’t kill the guard in Reconstruction, but he could shoot Caboose’s toe off in The Blood Gulch Chronicles.
When separating himself due to the Director torturing him, all of the other AI’s did not get that piece of programming save Epsilon since he remembered everything.
WOW FUCK I LIKE THAT AS THE REASON FOR HIS SHITTY AIM WAY TOO MUCH.
(For the curious, this is Halopedia’s page on the Three Laws — Haloverse smart AI can ignore at least the first law where necessary, but the idea of that as it relates to post-fragmentation Alpha… yeah I think I need to write fic about this.)
GOOD.
whenever anybody compliments my writing ever
Baldur’s Gate OST always catches my attention when it comes up on Winamp. I used to play this game a lot when I was younger - I would spend hours wandering about Candlekeep with nothing to do, because I was too afraid to leave it, and I always got so agitated durign Gorion’s last stand, hoping that maybe he will win this time! Imoen was my favorite, even though I couldn’t understand what the heck she was saying - her Polish actress put on an accent (Śląski, I think?) that I deciphered only years later. And I used to think the horribafuckus novelization was awesome.
@ wash
- grif: hey i just met you
- grif: and this is crazy
- grif: but i just hit you with my puma
- grif: so sue me maybe
Stupidity Ahoy!: Disconnected (Red vs Blue) →
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Anonymous asked you:
What if Netsurfing Guy and Coffee Guy were boyfriends who got stationed on different ships/platforms and woudl send lenghty e-mails to each other every day woudl you write said e-mails WOULD YOU
I’d been planning to write something for them before you messaged me. This…
I think I definitely ship it now.
I also think I need to add my own brand of sadness to this ship. Yes.
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Disconnected (Red vs Blue)
Anonymous asked you:
What if Netsurfing Guy and Coffee Guy were boyfriends who got stationed on different ships/platforms and woudl send lenghty e-mails to each other every day woudl you write said e-mails WOULD YOU
I’d been planning to write something for them before you messaged me. This wasn’t what I had originally planned and it’s not exactly what you wanted but I hope you enjoy it anyway.
Title: Disconnected
Fandom: Red vs Blue
Rating: PG-13 for language
Word Count: 383
Characters: Netsurfing Guy
Summary: Incidental character from s10? Meet incidental character from s9. And let me write the most depressing shit about you two.
When he first heard that the Bjordinal Cryogenics Facility had been destroyed he went to go sit at his computer. He folded his hands together, knuckles pressed tight against his lips and sat and waited for a call, for a message, for some sign of life.
~*~*~*~
There was no number for him to call so he sent of a mail instead, typing up the address that was burned into his fingertips.
Heard about what happened. I know you’re okay but that freaked us all out up here.
~*~*~*~
Recovery teams had been dispatched to the Arctic Ocean, dredging out survivors from the ice and water. There were less and less of them every day until they stopped finding people, only bodies.
~*~*~*~
Did I do something to piss you off? C’mon, babe, dn’t give me the silent treatment.
~*~*~*~
He talked to his bosses, their bosses, everyone he knew, everyone he only vaguely heard about but no one could give him a definitive answer. A couple of people were nice enough to pull some strings for him but nothing ever came out of it.
He didn’t stop trying.
~*~*~*~
You’re really starting to scare me here. Say something. write me, call me, I don’t care.
Just let me know youre still alive.
~*~*~*~
Every day he got new messages.
None of them was the one he needed to see.
~*~*~*~
Please don’t do this to me ,please don’t be gone. I need you, Come back to me babe. Come back please come back
~*~*~*~
His boss put him on bullshit duty but it wasn’t out of punishment. He’d be angry about it if he wasn’t too scared to be disgusted.
~*~*~*~
I cna’t give you up. i Won’t eve rgive you up. Il’l wait no matter how long,
~*~*~*~
He sat at his station, doing the mindless, the trivial. Never anything so important that, when he got the call or when that message finally came in, he couldn’t drop it in a second.
~*~*~*~
i love you
wherever you are il ove you
~*~*~*~
He regained consciousness enough to recognize he was floating. That he was wrapped up in space and stardust, floating aimlessly among blasted sharpnel.
He closed his eyes and just breathed.
~*~*~*~
I’m coming, babe. I’ll be there soon.
I LOVE “His mother’s life, in how many miles?” Yay Donut fic, I love the entire idea of this
Thank you c: I’ve had a long Donut ghostfic ringing inside my head for months, now. I’m trying to write it down piece by piece. Writing is hard. :x
42. Far
The Ark is seventy-two thousands of miles wide.
It’s two hundred and sixty-two thousands of light years away from the galactic center.
From there, it’s - small thing! - twenty-five thousands light years; it’s ten trillion kilometers times 25,000, a thousand meters in each kilometer, a hundred centimeters in each meter.
1246 miles to the border.
119 miles to Saylorville Lake.
8 miles to Northwest 94th Avenue.
140 feet to the front door.
Three inches to the doorbell.
He wonders if he can do it. He doesn’t have a body to slow him down; maybe if he concentrates hard enough, he’ll float up, and up, and up, and make his way home.
He wonders how long it would take. Twenty inches per second. 63 360 inches in a mile. 5,865,696,000,000 miles in a light year. His mother’s life, in how many miles?
He wants to go home, but space is so big, and he’s just a tiny little soul.
