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Fierce Defender Alan Bradley by ~Kesomon
“Tron’s still half-paralyzed from the shock of having his open disc port smashed into the floor by the force of Clu’s flip, and when he sees Clu’s disc crashing down at him, burning bright as a miniature sun, all he can do is close his eyes and wait for the end.It never comes.Instead, there’s a grating shriek as Clu’s disc is suddenly blocked by another, and Tron opens his eyes to see Alan-One standing over him, protecting him, face set and eyes ablaze.”

oops look what needed to be back on my dash again

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Fierce Defender Alan Bradley by ~Kesomon

Tron’s still half-paralyzed from the shock of having his open disc port smashed into the floor by the force of Clu’s flip, and when he sees Clu’s disc crashing down at him, burning bright as a miniature sun, all he can do is close his eyes and wait for the end.

It never comes.

Instead, there’s a grating shriek as Clu’s disc is suddenly blocked by another, and Tron opens his eyes to see Alan-One standing over him, 
protecting him, face set and eyes ablaze.

oops look what needed to be back on my dash again

(via sicklesium-deactivated20121106)

stalkingbit:

winzler:

kesomon:

winzler:

Here’s a doodle for Stalkingbit who isn’t feeling well. Get better, Bit! ♥

If I can get the creative juices flowing in my brain I might drabble for this. *squints at it* I don’t think this is exactly what you pictured for this doodle, but it’s what came to my mind.
For a programmer to code something is to put a piece of themselves into their work, like any artist. Alan tapped the end of his pencil against his arm, peering at the lines lain out on the screen before him. Gradually, he shifted parts around. Add a descriptor here. Change the wording there. Type out the final directives, each one essential. Not a misplaced hash, nor stray period, nor reversed slash symbol to be found. The final line slotted into place. He removed his hands from the keyboard and sat back, gazing at his reflection in the glass, the code framing his reflection, shining white and blue as though painted in glowing light on his skin.
“Hello Tron,” he said with a satisfied smile, and imagined for a moment that, outlined in code and with his own face, the program seemed to smile back.
wordcount 141. Almost a drabbleandahalf. Feel better, Bit!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!FGJKHJF YOU YOU YOU ARE THE MAGNIFICENCE
Alaaan! I can just see him, all intent, then genuinely pleased because he’s the type of guy who gets satisfaction from getting stuff done. Hhhhh. And how it bleeds through the screen and defines the program… ♥

eeeeeeeeee this drabble! I love it, especially that last line! *climbs through screen to hug you* thank youuuu kesomon! ;3;

Seconded with the power of 1000 firey suns.  Come here and let me love you both.  (You too, Bit.)

stalkingbit:

winzler:

kesomon:

winzler:

Here’s a doodle for Stalkingbit who isn’t feeling well. Get better, Bit! ♥

If I can get the creative juices flowing in my brain I might drabble for this. *squints at it* I don’t think this is exactly what you pictured for this doodle, but it’s what came to my mind.

For a programmer to code something is to put a piece of themselves into their work, like any artist. Alan tapped the end of his pencil against his arm, peering at the lines lain out on the screen before him. Gradually, he shifted parts around. Add a descriptor here. Change the wording there. Type out the final directives, each one essential. Not a misplaced hash, nor stray period, nor reversed slash symbol to be found. The final line slotted into place. He removed his hands from the keyboard and sat back, gazing at his reflection in the glass, the code framing his reflection, shining white and blue as though painted in glowing light on his skin.

“Hello Tron,” he said with a satisfied smile, and imagined for a moment that, outlined in code and with his own face, the program seemed to smile back.

wordcount 141. Almost a drabbleandahalf. Feel better, Bit!

AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!FGJKHJF YOU YOU YOU ARE THE MAGNIFICENCE

Alaaan! I can just see him, all intent, then genuinely pleased because he’s the type of guy who gets satisfaction from getting stuff done. Hhhhh. And how it bleeds through the screen and defines the program… ♥

eeeeeeeeee this drabble! I love it, especially that last line! *climbs through screen to hug you* thank youuuu kesomon! ;3;

Seconded with the power of 1000 firey suns.  Come here and let me love you both.  (You too, Bit.)