#systemadministratorclu

[marlinspirkhall]

to collapse homoerotically into your buddy's arms

Sorry for making this about star trek, it will happen again

[crystalcalled]

@systemadministratorclu from [x]

Izzy giggled at the young man's sudden start, always delighting in surprising and even scaring him sometimes (completely affectionately, of course).

And of course, she wasn't going to let go for a long while! "Hullo, Milo!" she greeted him finally, grinning ear to ear. "Up for adventure today?"

[gastonxwindy]

Who would win an armwrestling match, Gaston or Rourke?

Aha! You have asked my dear friend and now I!

Personally I think that Rourke would win because he has more patience. Gaston likes to show off too much and would lose. He would be an AWFUL sore loser about it lol.

[the-haunted-office]

📕 (I read the Coldsnap one and find it rather amusing. I'd love to see what Doom does with one of my men (she can pick which, or both if she wants. Up to her. 🙂))

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Rourke studied his reflection in the mirror. Though youthful he in fact still was, he thought himself as old and used up. His hair was thinning and graying, his body covered in myriad of scars and marks both large and small, and his eyes were tired and rimmed with the years he's lived, haunted by them.

There were also lines on his face, printed there from the smiles over the years, though. Lights dancing in his eyes from joyful times. And he was still well-built, even he could see that. He could knock around anyone who dared to mess with him or one of his loved ones. Back in his day, he'd broken a few bodies or two, some of them in half. It's not too hard to do when you're built like a mountain, each one of his biceps like a peak on its own, with his abs like the sheer drop-offs that mountain climbers can only dream of.

Standing there looking at himself, he knows he's either someone's dream or their worst nightmare. And to himself? He really doesn't know where he falls.

[brokenenforcer]

Clu hated the Games anymore. Hated having to watch his people killing each other, and no one caring about so much death. It hurt him inside, and he always felt sick afterward. As soon as he could, he ran from the sky box, his cape fluttering behind him. Not that anyone would care, the event was over. He could leave.

But he also wanted to be alone. He didn't really know where he was going, but he ducked into a dimly lit room and shut the door behind him. They wouldn't search for him for a while he knew.

A sound made him freeze where he stood. He was not alone in here.

"H-Hello?" He called softly into the near darkness.

The enforcer's broken purr was the only sound in the room, something he couldn't stifle or hide, constantly rattling in his chest. He'd just come from the games himself, though of course he'd been on the other side, the architect of the death Clu was so hesitant to witness. Not that he had any choice. Rinzler rose fluidly to his feet, unsure why Clu was there but bowing slightly to the admin anyway, his posture cowed. His body was shaking slightly, though, just barely noticeable in the dark. It wasn't often anyone so much as touched Rinzler in the games; he was far more skilled than any of the strays and nobodies the Occupation threw at him for execution. But this time they'd tossed in a captured member of the resistance, and something about them had made Rinzler hesitate. A flicker of recognition, maybe, and it was just enough for them to land a blow before Rinzler derezzed them, too. He was injured, but even after the match was over they never healed him - just left him to figure it out.

[not-that-dillinger]

“Please look after yourself better.” Clu, to Ed.

Ed sighed. "I know, and I'm sorry. I'll try to do better."

Better, he knew, was an incredibly low bar. He'd burned through all his spoons at work, and kept pushing, until his body gave out on him and he could barely get up. It had gotten bad enough that Ed was actually wearing his wrist braces for once, something he refused to do in public, and especially at the Encom board meetings.

And yet, that was how Clu found his user when he came to visit: laying flat on his back on the couch with both his wrists in braces. His work computer had been connected to the large flat screen TV, and displaying one of his projects for Encom.

He'd say that it was just the usual, Mackey pushing back deadlines, but it was more than that, and Ed knew he was using it as a distraction from what he'd gone through at his father and brother's hands when he'd been abducted before Clu rescued him.

Better was a low bar, an empty promise. Clu deserved better.

"I'll call out of work tomorrow and until this passes--and actually rest--then make an appointment with my therapist when I've recovered enough that I can get there and have that conversation without exhausting myself again. Promise."

[onlyalad]

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The plush rabbit looked out at the new world around it. What on earth could this dazzling place possibly be? It sure looked like a city, but with lights the likes of which Pippin had never seen before. Not even in pictures. On a second thought, it had seen something vaguely similar to this before, darkness illuminated by magical lights... but only up in the sky. "Am I in space?" Pippin couldn't help but mumble to itself.

All it remembers is a computer lab, and then a flash of bright light…

Despite the cityscape, it didn't spot any immediate people. Or perhaps not at its short height. Without the faintest idea of who or what to look for, it decided to call out. “Hello?”

[toranoya]

"Happy birthday, Malik. I brought you that cake you like. No, I didn't bake it. If I did, it'd probably be on fire." He said with a smile.

"You didn't think I'd forget did you?"

(@little-yugi-muto-rp)

Malik shook his head. "No, I didn't think you'd forget, I'm just glad for anything you give me." Malik said as he reached a hand out to rub through Yugi's hair. "You're pretty good at this boyfriend thing, I hope you didn't tell the others though."