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When she had Cyrus' disk in hand, it wasn't hard to locate the memories about which he had been talking.  She winced when she saw that what he'd said had been true; even through the torture, the Cyrus they knew had been loyal to the very end.   "Why didn't the two of you tell me?" she asked softly, handing Cyrus's disk back to him.  "I could have at least tried to help," she added.  It might not have been much, but she would have been able to do something.  

Stranded [Cyrus]

Cyrus stood his ground and handed her his disc. Knowing Yori, I have about a 50% chance of survival. Cyrus braced himself, ready to receive whatever came his way.

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[My idea of what Male!Yori would look like.  But with a leeeeetle bit lighter hair.  <3]

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[OMU, CINDY MORGAN LIKES THE FANFIC THAT I STARTED ON MY PERSONAL BLOG!  AND NOW I'M KIND OF PARANOID ABOUT POSTING MORE. XD]

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Yori knew that things were changing.  He had known that things were going to change the moment Tron was appropriated as the admin's second.   Before that, the two of them had had a chance to become friends, and he cherished her friendship above all else.  There was just something about her that drew him to her.....that strength, her steadfast belief in the Users, and that sweet, gentle smile when she was happy.  There was so much more to it than that, but Yori loved to see Tron smile.  It was one of his favorite things, other than designing and now, experimenting with creating vehicles.   Hopefully, if a war did happen (and at this point, Yori had a feeling they were much closer to that outcome than anyone knew), he would be able to offer his own contribution.   Now, though, the war was, quite honestly, the last thing on his mind.  He had been watching Tron's quarters, waiting for a chance when she would be alone.  Finally, the guard that had been in Tron's quarters left, giving Yori the opening he needed.   He made his way into the rooms he'd designed, over to his best friend, a smile playing across his face.   "Hello, Tr--Princess," he corrected himself.  "I'm still not used to that," he admitted almost shyly.  How could she make him light up when she wasn't even facing him?  

Night [M!A/AU, Flynn/open/drabble]

“Your grace?”

A lieutenant made his way to the uppermost room of the tower, the one that had been formed from an unnaturally tall canyon wall. He was speaking to a fair woman sitting on a ledge on the opposite side of the chamber’s entrance. At the sound of her title, the woman turned her head at a slight angle so she could see the guest out of the corner of her eye.

“Darik,” she greeted warmly, the tight brown braid of hair swaying as she turned her head more fully to face him. “You have news from the Guard?”

Darik slowly nodded. “There are less and less I/O Towers being activated, especially with the growth of the MCP.” The Princess, dressed in several layers and shades of translucent capes (some of which created a long, thin train against the floor, especially the garments draped around each of her legs), turned to look out the window once more while Darik continued, “We think it might be a threat.”

Sure enough, there were very few glorious beams into infinity in the sky, which did its part to further illuminate the stars, but worried the Princess all the same.

“We were wondering if you would give the command to have the Guard interfere,” Darik concluded. “Before it gets too out of hand, I mean.”

Tron, sole heir to adminship and uncredited Commander of the Guard, meditated on this for several moments before finally replying, “Very well. I’ll issue the command by the end of the nanocycle. However, I cannot join you. By the admin’s commands, I must help him with reports.” As I have been doing for the past 100 microcycles, she added to herself. “He has me doing this until the end of the millicycle. I’ll be able to rejoin the Guard at that time.”

“I understand,” Darik replied, giving a deep bow. “The needs of the admin come first.”

“And of the Users,” Tron agreed, although sometimes she secretly wished it were just the Users involved and not the admin. The Users, it had been shown before her appointment as the admin’s second, had had better plans for her.

Darik left, and Tron waited alone patiently to be summoned by either the admin himself or someone sent by him to fetch her.

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Violet, Sebastian; 1 day

*poof!*

"*tries to turn so can observe self; reaches up to feel short! hair!* .........what in the name of the Users?!" 

[oh, this is going to be GOOD. XD]

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[I would amend that to three things!  More Tron in Tron, Alan on the Grid, and Cindy Morgan!]

good god more of you liked Legacy!Alan in a gridsuit than expected.  o_O

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Magic Anons! [Anon specifies time for all of these]

Hot Lips: Aren't you the yummiest thing? Everybody who comes into your askbox finds themselves suddenly wanting to kiss you!

The Emperor: You are convinced you have some fantastic new clothes. In fact, you are completely naked, and you just can't see it. Everyone else can, though!

Social Pariah: Oh dear. You have an aura of repulsion around you which means your friends, lovers, and enemies find themselves unable to bear being near you for long.

Rumour Has It!: Psst, have you heard that one about....? You might not have, but everyone else has heard a bunch of delicious rumours about you. If you're particularly unfortunate, they may even have reached the news. Anon specifies the rumour.

In Heat: Someone's a little bit *needy*. Actually, you're so overcome with lust that you really, really need something to happen. Like, right now. And you'll whine pitifully until you get it.

Howl: You are now a werewolf, and sugar, it's full moon. Have fun with that.

Sensory Deprivation: You've just lost one of your five senses. Oh no! Anon specifies which you lose.

Freaky Friday: You just swapped bodies with one of your friends! Anon specifies who.

Walking Dead: It's the zombie apocalypse. You've just been thrown head first into it. Friends/followers of yours can join in too, if they want!

Sick: Oh dear, you're a little bit poorly with ------ [anon specifies]. Rest up, and get cuddles and chicken soup!

The Stork Has Come: Congratulations! You have a bundle of joy on the way!

Arrow of Cupid: You suddenly fall head over heels in love with whomever the anon specifies.

Duck: Guess what you've just been turned into. Quack, quack!

The Chosen One: You are suddenly the hero of a famous book or film. Worse, you still think you look like you, but everyone else sees *them* instead.

Let's Dance: You suddenly can't stop dancing. Worse, your dance moves look like your parents doing the macarena in 1999.

Blades at Dawn: Oh dear, you suddenly are filled with a desire to fight with everyone you meet!

Real Bad Things: You wake up after some time of excruciating pain to find yourself thirsting for something which sure as hell ain't water. Yep, you're now a fanged denizen of the night. If you were already a vampire, you're now a vampire hunter instead.

Thirteen, Going On...: Oh no, you're now thirteen again. Enjoy your renewed youth!

Violet, Sebastian: Whatever your gender is, you're now something else.

With a Smile and a Song: Yes, you're now a Disney Princess. No matter what your gender was before.

Mutant and Proud: You're now a mutant. Anon specifies what your power is...and who you work for.

Hail to the King: You now think you're the Ruler of your country. Nobody else agrees with you, understandably.

He's Gone: In an alternate universe, they're dead. Gone forever. Anon specifies who.

The Unsub: You suddenly have unholy rage, a score to settle, and a weapon to do it with.

Bibbity, bobbity, boo!: You're suddenly the Fairy Godmother/Father to your friends, able to grant their wishes.

Don't Stop Believin': You suddenly think you're in Glee, and keep breaking into song. Watch out for those slushies! If you really are in Glee, you're now Sue Sylvester.

Purple Fingernails: A china doll is following you around...and they're getting creepier. Are you scared yet?

Mad Man With a Box: Guess who you are for a day? If you already are the Doctor, then you're now a different version of yourself. Anon specifies which version you are.

You Need a Hug or Something?: You suddenly want to give hugs to everyone you meet. Regardless of whether you know and like them or not.

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If I didn’t reply:

I probably missed it.

I’m still working on it.

Tumblr is rude and deleted my reply or your reply.

If you ever want to roleplay:

Pop me a message and we can plot.

I don’t bite… not that hard anyways c;.

Never be afraid to ask me for a starter.

I roleplay with anyone from any fandom at all.

Random notes:

You are kind.

You are important.

You are smart.

I love you all <3.

And to those I don’t roleplay with:

We totally should.

To all roleplayers I roleplay with:

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[And this is why you and I should not be allowed to watch anything together.  Because Everything Is Tron.  <3]

[So Yori and I were watching Monster High on Friday night]

because screw you I like indulging myself in painfully ridiculous obscure-but-yet-somehow-less-obscure-than-Uprising shows

and I was watching it for the first time in a long time

and this happened

and so I

because i have never stopped making clu jokes

even after all this time?

always.

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[The sad thing is ... these occur so often that you'd have alcohol poisoning very shortly after starting the reading. ]

[ladies and gentlemen, the Heart of Darkness Drinking Game

1 shot for every time you see the word “brooding”

1 shot for every time you see the word “gloom”

2 shots for every time you see them both in the same sentence

3 shots for every time you see them adjacent to each other.]

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Yori listened to the other Program's tale, frown on her face gradually softening.  But she might have been able to help him....he shouldn't have kept something like that from her.  She understood why he'd wanted to, but in the middle of a revolution, everything mattered.   She wanted to simply believe him, but Yori had been through too much to trust any Program at his word.   "Disk, please," she said, holding out her hand for the object in question. He had offered his disk as proof of what he said, and Yori was going to confirm his story before she accepted anything from him.  

Stranded [Cyrus]

Since Clu’s downfall, Yori had been spending most of her time with Tron, tending to his wounds, bit by precious bit, both mental and physical.  It would take both of them much time to mend from the cycles of Clu’s reign, but as long as they were together, Yori wouldn’t lose hope.  There was a time when she had almost given up, but even then, she hadn’t stopped believing in Tron.  That was something that would never happen.   They had set up their home in Tron’s old base in the mountains, the way they had before, when he’d been training Beck, the Renegade.  Yori had had her own part in the uprising, small though it was, but this place felt more like home than anywhere else, at this point.   Today, though, she was going to have to venture forth from the cave.  They were in need of supplies and she didn’t want Tron to have to go out just yet.   After bidding her beloved counterpart farewell, Yori took up her light jet baton and made her way out of the cave.  She would have preferred a Solar Sailer, but the Light Jets had their own appeal.   Rezzing the jet, she took off, headed for a place she knew that she could get what they needed.  But her Light Jet wasn’t responding properly.  Yori frowned, not pleased with the responses from her craft.  She helped bring things like this into existence, after all, and she knew her way around machines.  This one must have been damaged before she had taken it out.   It wasn’t long before the Light Jet failed completely.  Thankfully, Yori had a Light Chute, which enabled her to land on one of the many deserted islands.  But how in the name of Lora Prime (one of the few divine Users left) was she going to get out of this mess?  It wouldn’t be without help, that was for certain. With a sigh, Yori sent out a distress signal, hoping that someone would pick it up and, if someone did, that that Program would be friendly.  

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[Always reblog the Tron and Yori!  <3 ]

I simply love Tron and Yori. They’re a nice couple.

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[that's kind of true in the grid, too!]

oops quorra’s an alien

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[OMU, OMU, OMU, OMU.  CINDY MORGAN LIKED WHAT I SAID ABOUT WHY YORI IS BETTER THAN QUORRA! OMU!]

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[so I know I'm like, forever late with this, but you should SO write more!  Because GAH, ADORABLE!  And if you have written more, clearly, I need to find it.  And if you've written Tron/Yori, I need to find that, too. OMU, *squee* so cute. <3]

Alan/Lora Ficlet Two Weeks

Well, I told Winzler once I could write Alan/Lora. Nothing explicit here, but there is some kissing, right off the bat (no home runs though). Not totally sure if I should rate this T or M; pretty sure it’s T.

Intended to be a one shot, unless people think I ought to continue.

And someone needs to tell me if violet circuits are always 100% of the time NSFW and WHY before I write any Tron/Yori.

Intended to be cute, sexy, funny, and sweet. CAVITY ALERT.

Alan/Lora Two Weeks

It was near the end of the workday. Alan had just sat down in his executive leather chair when Lora walked into his office, purse over her shoulder and laptop case in hand.

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An aurora appeared around her, gentle and triumphant. Yori transformed, brightened, as if shedding camouflage. Her helmet-cap was gone; her golden hair swirled and floated behind her. Tron watched, enchanted. She spent gladly of the power he’d given her. The worker’s aspect fell away as Yori stood clothed in a cloud of splendor. A diaphanous mantle fluttered around her, and the angular precision of her circuitry was replaced by lovely, delicate traceries, jewellike beads of radiance. She was like a magnificent, emergent butterfly, arms extended, the mantle rippling and billowing. She was completely herself again at last, the central thing in his existence, infinitely desirable. “Come here,” she beckoned. He stood and moved to her. The armor of combat sloughed away and his helmet; they had no place here, and his circuitry took on a flowing look. His Warrior’s forelock and queue were revealed, stirred by the forces around them. Tron stood before her. “I love you.” They extended their hands until they nearly touched, palm to upraised palm. A blissful ray sprang between them, widening to envelop them, until they were like bright filaments. Celestials, they shared energy, were one. They sank down among the reclining-contours; the room shone with glory. “I love you, Tron.”

TRON by Brian Daley, 1982

Page 111-112

(via xfightsfortheusers)

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[Lemme just take a second to say THANK YOU for taking the time to articulate all of that.  And I quite agree about Tron 3.  And it had BETTER INCLUDE TRON, for one, and CINDY MORGAN for another!  *shakes fist; then offers cookies under blanket*]

Flynn and a programme