The justice department announced today they will begin a full-on investigation into the underground movement known as Flynn Lives.
Flynn Lives


GEE THANKS FOR THE HEADS-UP, ALAN >:|
This is why running for upwards of 36 hours straight on caffeine and adrenaline at age 60 is BAD, ‘kay.

The justice department announced today they will begin a full-on investigation into the underground movement known as Flynn Lives.

Flynn Lives

GEE THANKS FOR THE HEADS-UP, ALAN >:|

This is why running for upwards of 36 hours straight on caffeine and adrenaline at age 60 is BAD, ‘kay.

(Source: iamthebestatspace, via iceeyu)

infiniteviking:

..LOOK, LOOK, EVERYONE, IT’S YOUNG ALAN AND ROY! :D
(Spoiler-tagged just in case. Picture taken by angry_pauly and reposted with permission; source and more Wreck-it-Ralph-spoilery shots here!)

Oh my God

infiniteviking:

..LOOK, LOOK, EVERYONE, IT’S YOUNG ALAN AND ROY! :D

(Spoiler-tagged just in case. Picture taken by angry_pauly and reposted with permission; source and more Wreck-it-Ralph-spoilery shots here!)

Oh my God

winzler:

A conspiracy of two!

I also made a :D version of Alan and can upload a bigger one if anyone wants it:

My boys! <3

(Source: )

mydethecookiecommander:

Why do I now have this headcanon that Alan has a spray bottle specifically for using on unruly programmers? (aka Roy, Ed, Sam, Flynn)

If only I could draw…

(Source: mydetheturk)

infiniteviking:

/breaks my artblock with a Roy
#it’s always the quiet ones &gt;3

Always reblog Roy &lt;3

infiniteviking:

/breaks my artblock with a Roy

#it’s always the quiet ones >3

Always reblog Roy <3

deadsongplaying:

Because no one can ever beat Kevin’s highest score. Ever. Your argument is invalid.
I procrastinated again! DX

PERFECTION. &lt;3

deadsongplaying:

Because no one can ever beat Kevin’s highest score. Ever. Your argument is invalid.

I procrastinated again! DX

PERFECTION. <3

We pushed you down deep in our souls, so hang on…

expositionfairy:

This damn fic has been kicking my ass for almost a week now, but finally, FINALLY I managed to get ‘er done.  I actually made myself do some research for it, only to end up scrapping an entire segment where I rambled on for a paragraph and a half on the techniques law enforcement uses to track cellular phones and the calls made with them.  ::headdesk:: 

Anyway, this is for Winzler, who wanted a perspective-flip on the events in Red-Eye from Roy’s POV, and I certainly was not averse to giving our adorable Hobbit of a hacker some extra love!  Apologies to all in advance for my gratuitous use of run-on sentences and any tense-mangling I may have missed.

(Links to previous fic on Tumblr & AO3, for those who haven’t read it, but this one stands alone just fine too, I think)

Author’s Note 07/09/12

Finally, a chapter of this series that isn’t 100% soul-crushing tragic trainwreck!  ILU, Roy.

Chasing the Dawn

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deadsongplaying:

So I drew a thingy thing. Possibly right after the MCP was taken down and Lora decided to start celebrating? 

ROFL OMG Roy XD  
This is adorable as hell.

deadsongplaying:

So I drew a thingy thing. Possibly right after the MCP was taken down and Lora decided to start celebrating? 

ROFL OMG Roy XD  

This is adorable as hell.

infiniteviking:

And a sketchy sketch from the ENCOM days.~

MY BOYS
More Telephone Tag inspiration was sorely needed, thank you my dear. &lt;3

infiniteviking:

And a sketchy sketch from the ENCOM days.~

MY BOYS

More Telephone Tag inspiration was sorely needed, thank you my dear. <3

The Eighth Day

tehkittykat:


Ram and Roy! Because getting ambushed in the shower by ideas is awesome!

Also, Ceiling Roy saw what you did thar, and that spawned this bit of headcanon.

The Eighth Day

July 10, 1982

Seven-thirty AM saw Roy stationed in his cube.

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My love for this cannot be properly expressed in words.

infiniteviking:

This… kind of came out of nowhere. Also, one thing that sometimes seldom gets mentioned in discussions of Flynn’s subsequent harebrained decisions: of the trio who broke out of the Game Grid, he was the least mentally prepared, and who’d go and tell a counselor you have PTSD from being trapped in a video game?

Fandom: Tron
Genre: G, gen, random scene
Summary: On the other side of the screen, it all looked so different…..
Title:

                                         one minute I held the key

“How far who got?”

“Hmm?” Flynn blinked, looking up from the black desktop and fighting an urge to wipe it blank. It wasn’t as if he was doing anything he wasn’t supposed to be doing (this time) — ENCOM’s new senior exec had plenty of reasons to investigate how far a hacker had gotten into the company’s mainframe last month, even if he’d actually been that hacker.

(It didn’t feel like a month. Strange, still, to see Roy leaning in at the door, tousle-haired and eager for a chance to help out, as though the actuarial program who’d worn his face had never lived or died.)

“I’d just come up to ask about getting someone else in on that project,” said Roy, tilting his head curiously, “and you were saying ‘so that’s how far you got’. Still going through the old data from the MCP?”

“Yeah.” Flynn flopped back in his seat, working his neck back and forth, suddenly glad to have a real person to look at. It’d been all too easy to let the silent figures scrolling across the desktop translate back into forcefields, tanks, and endless broken terrain. “Trying to map out what his defenses were like. I got an information retrieval program in there right before everything blew up, but the MCP just… pfft.” He tossed a hand to one side to cover uneasy memories of people dissolving at his feet.

Roy rounded the desk to see, apparently taking the explanation as an invitation. He tended to do that; it was always amusing to watch Bradley’s stoic act fall on its face when the little guy was around. Funny, that the two had turned out to be sharing adjacent cubicles. There really was no such thing as coincidence.

The young programmer narrowed his eyes, picking up on the convergence almost immediately. “Wow, they just sailed right in after it, didn’t they? What are those even supposed to be?”

“Recognizers.” Flynn stared at the screen, his own voice sounding distant even to him. After the tanks, it wasn’t a huge surprise, but the familiar lines of script no longer conjured up the same prideful excitement he’d written them with. “He used my own programs to keep me out.”

Roy kept quiet for a moment, solemnly studying the way the jacked game code had gone after the intruder. Most of ENCOM’s programmers would have simply run the logic through their heads with no inkling that it could exist in any different form. Roy had as little inkling as the rest, but he let himself care all the same. Good philosophy, Flynn thought, to care about everything.

“Yeah,” murmured Roy, “that’s where they stopped it. Got through a couple, but there were too many of them. Must’ve been a tough little program to get that far, huh?”

Must’ve been.

“Clu,” said Flynn, feeling something draw tight in his throat. “His name was Clu.”
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Oh, man, I love this so much.  My creys, though.  Let me show you them. ;_;

the bit battalion: Nightcall (Roy, Virus!Sam)

stalkingbit:

Sam / or + any User-world character (Alan, Roy, Ed, etc.), AU in which Sam ran into the Bogeyman of the Grid in the Outlands and came home infected. (Tumblr if you devour this Ask again I swear by my pretty floral bonnet I WILL END YOU)




The…

ASDSJFJHDFKLS

Oh my god

Thank you SO MUCH for this fill, and like hell will you ever see me complaining that it went (way) over the limit.  I want more of this like burning.  Alan, you are a BAMF.  Roy…oh God, Roy, baby, nooooooooo. D:  (Alan you should REALLY be genre-savvy enough to have checked him over for zombie bites as soon as you pulled Sam off him…)

Who needs sleep? (Well you ain’t gonna get it)

Fic tiem!

This is the first part of a request fill for Stalkingbit, working from this prompt: I really want to see a fic about Alan and Roy being best friends. Sometime after Flynn’s disappearance…maybe just scenes from daily life like: supporting each other after Flynn vanishes, lounging on each others’ couches arguing about programming, having lunch in the office and bitching about the way the company’s going, etc. Quiet moments hanging out in Flynn’s abandoned arcade, wondering what happened to their buddy. You could even go into how they met pre-movies and became friends, it’s all good! I just really wanna see Alan and Roy being besties. In some way it warms my heart to think of them doing friend stuff together, the way Ram and Tron never got to. :(“  

I didn’t actually intend for it to become a multi-part monstrosity, but screw you, writer, fic does what fic wants.  More parts will be posted over the next few days, I hope you all enjoy!

(A/N: This is a Symbiosis sidestory, but reading the series is not necessarily required.  If you want to read it anyway, the included link goes to AO3!)

Telephone Tag

Chapter I - Close Calls 

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infiniteviking:

callmeshiny:

infiniteviking:

ROY

HEY ROY

YOU’RE TINY :D<3

AWW TINY ROY.

Also, look how he stood up the minute Alan was walking by, instead of asking from his chair. As though he hadn’t wanted to interrupt while Alan was working, but already knew the answer would be yes.~~ /brb extrapolating every shred of headcanon this scene could possibly contain<3

#basically Alan and Lora adopted him #and invited him over for movie nights and such #and made sure he ate enough and didn’t stress out too much #until his confidence caught up with his talents #and it was the best thing ever

YEP.  Them’s my headcanons right there, and you will be seeing a big old fic about it within the next day~

Also Roy you are a hobbit.