#tronsday

grey-sw asked you:

ooh ooh can I have a fic? Could it be something with Tesler and Clu because I'm insane? :3

"We've taken Argon. It's only a matter of time before this...imposter gives way."

The program standing beside Tesler paused, then turned. "That's good, but...what makes you so certain he is an impostor?"

Tesler cocked his head. "Is that a hypothetical? You killed Tron."

Clu's eyes were heavy lidded. "I destroyed him."

"Good." Tesler smiled slowly. "This...impostor is a nuisance, at best. Nothing will come of it."

Clu nodded slowly. "You're sure your subordinates are capable of handling him? Even though he isn't Tron, he's still...problematic."

"You doubt my judgement?" Tesler's circuits brightened though his expression didn't reflect the anger. 

Clu clasped his shoulder, the thrum of his rising energy tingling under his fingers. "Not at all, I'm merely...concerned. You know what she's capable of."

"She's mine," Tesler hissed, fists clenching as the glow of his circuitry grew brighter still. "I made her what she is. She's loyal to me."

Clu squeezed his shoulder tightly once, then released him and turned away. "I'm glad to hear it, my friend." 

windgirlcurse asked you: 

Tronday fanfic prompt: Kevin take Alan to night club after work near the Encom.

"Damn it, Kevin--"

Kevin tugged Alan's jacket from him successfully. "Oh, take a break from your busy schedule of being a tightass, all right?" 

Alan glared. "I have work I wanted to do tonight--stop it!"

Kevin dodged Alan's slapping hands and tried to go back in for the tie to find Alan vigilantly defending it. "No! You are NOT spending your first Friday night off in three weeks cooped up in your apartment! We are going to Club Bacchus." 

Alan's lip curled up. "Like hell I am."

~

The music was loud enough to hear through the walls and there was less clothing on any three other patrons combined than Alan was wearing, despite Flynn's successful attempts at stripping off his coat and tie. "This is a terrible idea."

"If by 'terrible,' you mean brilliant? Then yes, yes it is." Flynn waved down a server and got two beers on their way. "Trust me!"

stalkingbit asked you: 

Prompty prompt: Various Users and programs are ~ALL TURNED INTO CATS.~ And it's very surprising who starts cuddling and grooming who. :D :D :D

SPEAKING OF CATS...

:DDD

Tron twitched, ears flicking as Jarvis tried to smooth down his fringe again.

Kevin laughed, eyes nearly closed as Alan purred against him, his head a pleasant weight over Kevin's stomach. Lora's tail flicked with her impatience with them even as she rubbed her cheek over Clu's. He rolled onto his back and she found herself automatically laving over the ruffled fur over his neck and chin. 

Sam growled, a low and continuous rumble, as Sark tried to shift around to his blind spot, backing into Marv who somehow seemed to understand that Sam was still himself (and in control of ultimate food dispersal) even though his was a fraction of his normal height, and seemed willing to protect him. 

brightdreamer asked you: 

Sam/Tron - something H/Cish. Sam injured or sick on the Grid perhaps?

Sam pulled the large bowl tighter to him. His chest ached where the lip pressed into him, but he was distracted when a wave of nausea rolled through him, hitting the back of his throat.

Tron lingered in the door of the bedroom. "You need to try and keep some energy down."

Sam sighed, almost amused. "I'll...get right on that."

"You're lucky, you know," Tron murmured, stepping into the room. 

"Am I?" Sam gasped, breathing deeply to settle his stomach.

"Mm. Bugs like this have derezzed many programs in my acquaintance. If you weren't a User, you'd probably be--"

"Dead?" 

Tron sat on the bed beside Sam's hunched over figure. "Derezzed. But yes."

"At this point...that might be preferable."

Tron snorted, setting a hand on Sam's miserably tight shoulder and rubbing gently. "Give it a little longer. By the end of the cycle, the anti-virus I uploaded will be functioning."

"It's too late," Sam whispered, throat radiating pain from the alternating coughing and throwing up. "Go on without me."

Tron's shoulders shook with suppressed laughter. "I'm not going to derez you, Sam."

Sam shuddered, a dry heave shaking him before he was able to answer. "If you've ever loved me..."

ranoutofrun asked you: 

OMG! I forgot my prompt :O ummmm, Flynn trying to teach Clu2 how to use a PC in the real world with all its awkward peripherals and failing XD (can include any other characters you want)

(Sorry about that, having formatting difficulties for some reason...)

"The screen. Is blue. Again."

Flynn winced. "Ahhh..."

"This is entirely illogical, and worse: inefficient."

Flynn patted his shoulder. "Hey, come on, you just need to get used to it. It's just...different."

The sound of plastic creaking under an amount of pressure it hadn't been designed for. "It was a simple function, Flynn. There should have been no lag, let alone this...this travesty of laziness and poor programming! The system should be derezzed on the spot!"

"Hey!" Flynn frowned. "It's not the programs' fault they can't perform up to your standards."

Clu was silent for a minute before his shoulders slowly relaxed. "You're right," he murmured. "I should seek their creator."

electricsed asked you: 

I'm so bad with thinking up prompts, but I always really like funny stories. So maybe something lighthearted with Legacy characters? Sorry it's not more specific. D:

(Pfft, no way! It's just fine. Let's see...)

"Ow!"

Sam winced. "Sorry..."

"Ahh," Quorra hissed, twitching. "No, it's. It's fine."

Sam forced a smile. "Tangles are a part of the material world. I didn't know you didn't...uh..."

"I didn't realize I had to manually adjust my patch now," Quorra mumbled. 

Sam snorted. "It's, uh. Brushing."

Quorra wrinkled her nose. "Right."

Sam sighed, sectioning off another small part of Quorra's hair. "Just...hang tight while I try to get these knots out." It's not even that long...how did this happen?

Quorra watched him in the mirror, frowning. "Flynn didn't mention this." 

Sam shrugged, eyes narrow as he tried to work the fine teeth of the comb through the nearly matted hair. "What have you been doing?"

"I don't know! Nothing! I was just playing with Marv."

Sam met her eyes in the mirror and then looked over her head to where Marv was sleeping the sleep of one deeply tired canine. "Wait...is that why he's covered in oil?"

So I just got home and I'm happily participating in Tronsday! (30th anniversary!) I'll tag stuff Tronsday for anyone who wants to know.

Now, the important part: I want to write fic for Tronsday!

For anyone who started following me recently, that may come as a shock. I know. But it's true! I've started working on my longer fics again, but I want to contribute to Tronsday if I can.

Now with links!

11:00am Classic Tron Livestream http://livestream.com/dreamerslair

1:00pm Tron: Legacy Livestream http://livestream.com/dreamerslair

3:30pm Adult fanfiction writing panel (Brightdreamer) http://livestream.com/dreamerslair

3:30pm Gen Fanfiction Chat http://tinychat.com/virtualtroncon

5:00pm Artist Livestream (Kaztiel) http://livestream.com/kazskrap

7:00pm Tron: Uprising Livestream http://livestream.com/dreamerslair

10:00pm Artist Livestream (NapoldeinLove) http://livestream.com/NapoldeInLovesArtChannel

12:00am Artist Livestream (Oft?) http://livestream.com/oftart

2:00am Classic Tron OR Tron Legacy Livestream http://livestream.com/dreamerslair