MrCiNiC took my request in my latest video and wrote a short slash fic with Ruskeydoo and TLR. Here it is:

[quote]The night was thick with pitch darkness. A cold winter’s evening, with promise of frigid horrors, as cold as the hearts of those that commit them. The moonlight glistens off of the gems atop a bloodied tiara – the only visible reflection in this cold visage. A large entity approaches a doorway to a suburban house, adorned in a fairy costume reminiscent of a ballet recital. The large biceps are unavoidable and the maddening mumbles of “pootis” break the still air. Ruskey approaches TLR's house..

His fangs drip blood as he picks the lock with a sandvich. These black arts of UGC are held in secrecy. Breaching such being punishable by death. The curly haired manboy sits lies in his bed – an oversized check for winning a video game tournament, covered in a single bedsheet. RuskeyDoo lurches over the oblivious TLR, and begins panting in eager anticipation. Ruskey’s voice is a bellow into the ears of the now-awake TLR, who cries in terror, grabbing a rocket launcher and pogos out the window.

Ruskey silences his maniacal laughing as he retreats into the MLP memorabilia-filled closet of TLR with the check in fattened hands, dripping with juices from cold-cuts. He rubs his cheek alongside the check and calls it Sascha, howling into the night his victory.

Holy shit, I am drunk. [/quote]

Thanks, MrCiNiC.