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BenRG:
Creating on 12th March 2018 - A continuation of Roko Basilisk's bad night and Clinton's involvement therein:
TUESDAY
Four-Panel Grid
PANEL 1
CLINTON is paying a CAB DRIVER
CLINTON: "Keep the change, buddy."
CAB DRIVER: "Thanks; is your girlfriend gonna be okay?"
CLINTON: "She isn't my girlfriend, she...."
ROKO (off-panel): "WOZNIAK-ING KEY HOLE STOP MOVING ABOUT!"
CLINTON: "(Sigh) She just needs to sleep it off."
PANEL 2
Diagram-like side view of CLINTON opening the door and ROKO on her knees in front of her door blurring forwards into a face plant.
CLINTON: "Here, ma'am, let me get that!"
ROKO: "I DON'T NEED HELP OPENING MY OWN FRONT DOOR! BERF! Oh, Turing! I need help opening my own front door..."
PANEL 3
CLINTON is under ROKO's arm, lifting her up so she can stagger along.
CLINTON: "Well, this is not how I imagined carrying a beautiful woman across the threshold would be!"
ROKO: "YOU'RE NOT CATCHING ME AT MY BEST! Wait, you think I'm beautiful?"
PANEL 4
Close-up of CLINTON, still supporting ROKO with a rueful smile on his face; she has brought her free arm over to rest on his shoulder.
CLINTON: "Romantic stories say I should have you in a bridal carry but your chassis weighs around 250 pounds. I'd probably snap my spine like a twig."
ROKO: "I REFUSE TO BE TREATED AS A BRIDE UNTIL WE HAVE BEEN TO AT LEAST ONE SHOW AND ONE ROMANTIC DATE IN THE PARK!"
WEDNESDAY
6-Panel Frame
PANEL 1
CLINTON is standing in a darkened hallway
CLINTON: "Officer Basilisk? Are you going to be okay?"
ROKO (Off-panel): "Uh... Buddy? I... Can you come into my bedroom, please?"
PANEL 2
CLINTON standing over a distressed-looking ROKO, who is holding her charging cable up (she's taken off her uniform shirt but nothing else)
ROKO: "Stupid booze software has so fucked up my spacial awareness that I can't plug myself in! Could you...?"
CLINTON: "Yeah, I've read about how much going into Safe Mode can suck for you guys."
PANEL 3
CLINTON is leaning over ROKO, inserting the plug in her neck USB port (Just a charger plug, you dirty-minded people!)
CLINTON: "You living on your own, it might be days before someone finds you!"
PANEL 4
Same pose as before but ROKO's arms have suddenly seized CLINTON in a hug.
CLINTON: "Whoa! What are you...?"
ROKO: "Stupid gyros are all over the place... Need to hold something solid... Something really nice and solid..."
PANEL 5 (Double-height)
ROKO and a rigidly nervous CLINTON lying on her bed. ROKO is glomped onto CLINTON, snuggled up against him and clearly in Sleep Mode with a happy little smile.
CLINTON: "Ma'am? Uh... Can you hear me? I... uh... I really ought to be going and..."
ROKO: "Z"
CLINTON: "(Sigh) My fantasy about this experience was nothing like this!"
THURSDAY
4-Panel Frame
PANEL 1
ROKO's internal POV - Boot-up data in aqua spilling across an ECI watermark along with a stream of errors about memory archive failures
PANEL 2
ROKO's eyes snap open; she's face-to-face with a sleeping CLINTON
ROKO: "Mmm... soft and warm and... EEEEEEEEE!!!"
PANEL 2
ROKO is out of bed scrabbling for her gun on her belt (over a bed-side chair); CLINTON has pushed himself upright on the bed and is warding her off with one hand
ROKO: "WHO THE HELL ARE YOU?!?"
CLINTON: "No! Wait! I'm the guy who helped you get home, remember? Clinton?"
PANEL 3:
ROKO has her taser/EMP pistol out but isn't pointing it at anything.
CLINTON: "I mean, we're both fully dressed! Does it look like I tried anything?!?"
ROKO: "I guess... No... I... I think you should leave."
PANEL 4:
CLINTON in the hallway; ROKO standing behind him, looking out of her bedroom door with a shy blush
ROKO: "A... and buddy? Um... Clinton, right? Thanks. Thanks for helping me out and not trying anything. Just my luck to meet a white knight, I guess..."
FRIDAY
4-Panel Frame
PANEL 1
CLINTON standing at ROKO's front door, looking very dishevelled. ROKO is standing in the door, looking a bit nervous
ROKO: "Look, I'm really sorry about last night. I have no idea what I was thinking."
CLINTON: "No harm done, Ma'am."
PANEL 2
Close-up of ROKO, smiling shyly and blushing a little.
ROKO: "I suddenly realise that I never told you my name. It's Roko."
PANEL 3:
ROKO leaning forwards and kissing CLINTON chastely on the cheek; they're both blushing.
ROKO: "I also owe you one for being a gentleman. To the White Knight should go his reward, after all!"
PANEL 4:
MARTEN and CLAIRE standing on a street. MARTEN is looking shocked and CLAIRE is covering her mouth with a gleeful expression.
MARTEN: "Wait! What am I seeing here?"
CLAIRE: "Squeeeeee!"
BenRG:
FANFIC HOOK: Questionable Content/Alice Grove crossover
The Praeses betray Alice and send her back to about 100 years before the Blink to try to avert the Great War (as the consequential evolution of the AIs is a threat to their plans). Her leaf-ship crashes outside of Northhampton, MA in the QC universe and she runs into the cast whilst looking for somewhere to hide out until she can work out what's going on.
shanejayell:
The Roko and Clinton bit was adorable, by the way.
questionablydiscontent:
((repost from the MAKE section. forgot this thread was here :-P))
Okay, so I wrote a small theatric fanfic (fanplay?) for an OT3 ship I have and hopefully it's better quality than Marigold's? (it's really not that good and i wrote it pretty quickly so i have low expectations but maybe some parts are good idk)
BCE: BEGINNINGS
(a "play" by someone who most certainly has no idea how to write plays)
[Clinton and Brunhilde are hanging out at Brunhilde's house, playing Mario Kart (or some other video game). Clinton decides to broach a subject that has been weighing on his mind.]
CLINTON: Hey, Brun? I was... Uhhh, how do I put this...
BRUNHILDE [tilting head curiously]: Hmm?
CLINTON: Well, er, you know Elliot, right?
BRUNHILDE: Elliot from the bakery?
CLINTON: Yeah, that's him. I was wondering what you thought about him.
BRUNHILDE: Hmm... He reminds me of the BFG. Because he's big and friendly... and maybe a giant?
CLINTON: He's not a giant!
BRUNHILDE: Well, he could be a small one.
CLINTON: What!
BRUNHILDE: But I guess then he wouldn't be a BIG friendly giant.
CLINTON: :psyduck:
BRUNHILDE: Or maybe he's the Stay-Puft Marshmallow Man!
CLINTON: ...The villain who destroyed the city in Ghostbusters?
BRUNHILDE: Yeah! But not because of the destroying the city part. He just reminds me of a marshmallow. ...Crossed with a giant.
CLINTON: OK, this isn't exactly what I was getting at.
BRUNHILDE: What do you mean?
CLINTON: I was thinking... Elliot's a nice guy, right? Do you like him?
BRUNHILDE: Yeah. He seems fun. And he's really big, which is also nice.
CLINTON: I see.
BRUNHILDE: ...Oh, but I like you too, even though you're not big! You're both nice.
C [blushing a bit]: Um, th-thank you. I'm not really... Well, I try to be nice, but I'm not like Elliot.
BRUNHILDE: Huh? ...You can be nice without being like Elliot.
CLINTON: Yeah, but... He's a really sweet guy, you know?
BRUNHILDE: Yes! He is sweet. So are you.
CLINTON: Heh, well, if you say so... [leaning in] So is that the kind of guy you'd like, romantically? Someone who's sweet and kind? And maybe physically attractive?
BRUNHILDE: Hmm... I think so. Nice guys are cute.
CLINTON: So then, do you think... How do I put this...
BRUNHILDE: ...Ohh! Are you asking me out?
C [blushing hard]: Wait, what?!
BRUNHILDE: You're... not? But you are sweet and attractive. It makes sense that I would like you.
CLINTON: Thanks, but... I mean, it's not like I never thought about you that way... I definitely had a bit of a crush on you when we first met... but I was asking about Elliot.
BRUNHILDE: Ohh! Are you asking if he likes you?
CLINTON: H-huh?! No, Elliot doesn't like... I mean, I don't think...
BRUNHILDE: But he always acts so flustered around you. Just like you're acting now.
CLINTON: D-does he...? And hey, I'm not flustered!
BRUNHILDE: I just figured he probably had a crush on you.
CLINTON: Wait, then... Maybe he was talking about... Augh, but that's not who I was talking about! I meant you, Brun, not me! Elliot likes you!
BRUNHILDE: He does?
CLINTON: Crap, I didn't mean to tell you he said that!
BRUNHILDE: Oh. Sorry. Should I try to forget it?
CLINTON: No, wait! Just listen for a sec! I was thinking maybe you should see if Elliot and you both like each other... Maybe you could go out on a date?
BRUNHILDE: Ohh! So you're his wingman!
CLINTON: No, he didn't ask me to talk to you! I just thought I could... Well, to be honest, I don't know why I did this. I wanted to help Elliot, but my sister tried to set me up one time, and things went so badly...
BRUNHILDE: Wait, but if Elliot likes you, and you like Elliot, maybe YOU could go out with him! And then I can be [Batman voice] the wingman!
CLINTON: No! I mean... maybe? But I was asking you... AUGH! This is so complicated! :psyduck: (again)
BRUNHILDE: Well, maybe we can both go out with him?
CLINTON: Wait, how could BOTH of us go on a date with him?
BRUNHILDE: Well, it's not like you can expect someone to be exclusive on a first date!
CLINTON: But then, it'd be like we're in a competition.
BRUNHILDE: But we're not. I mean, I don't expect us to fall in love or anything, do you?
CLINTON: It's way too early to think about falling in love with him. I don't even really know if I'm into guys.
BRUNHILDE: So we're just seeing what happens. I don't think we should keep each other from seeing someone.
CLINTON: I guess you're right. I can't ask you to just ignore what you might have with him.
BRUNHILDE: And I don't want you to give up seeing him for me, either.
CLINTON: When you put it that way, it makes sense.
BRUNHILDE: So let's go ask him out together!
CLINTON: W-wait! Th-that'd be way too weird... But I can ask him out the next time I see him alone...
BRUNHILDE: Me too! Let's do it! [raises a hand for a high-five]
CLINTON: Okay! [starts to raise his robot hand, then pauses] Oh... but, what if whatever Elliot decides affects our friendship?
BRUNHILDE: We have to make a promise... No matter what happens, we'll still be friends. Do you promise?
CLINTON: I promise!
[CLINTON gives BRUNHILDE a high-five]
BRUNHILDE: ...Oh, wait. Should we have shaken hands instead?
CLINTON: Nah, I think a high-five can work as a handshake... [stares at the palm of his robot hand] Wow, I really can't believe we're doing this. But... nothing ventured, nothing gained! [fist-pumps]
BRUNHILDE: [nods, then puts a hand on Clinton's shoulder] Good luck, Clinton!
CLINTON: Yeah! You too, Brun!
<3
Carl-E:
Bizzarrely cute.
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