Forgive me… maybe these are the last ones…
(okay, I would like to make Sark and Yori’s babies, but those one will be the end, I promise…:P)
Sark and Tron… *_*
Their little baby:
Their daughter:
Their son:
Their adult chlid:
That awkward moment when the mutant spawn of Tron and Sark looks suspiciously like Null-Unit…
OMU… SEEMS ACCURATE! O.o (except the eyebrows, of course XD)

I finished. :D
Sark and Yori’s children! *_* <3


Their adult daughter:

Their little daughter:

Their little son:

(Imo, this morphthing made the girls more look like their dads and the boys more look like their mums.^^)
Forgive me… maybe these are the last ones… (okay, I would like to make Sark and Yori’s babies, but those one will be the end, I promise…:P)
Sark and Tron… *_*


Their little baby:

Their daughter:

Their son:

Their adult chlid:

so I had this dream the other night in which Sark had this kitty that was white with a red bell. It was one of those cats that adored him and was an asshole to everyone else (clearly a match made in heaven). I just had to draw it.
also sark had this swag house on the outside of the city that was sort of like Flynn’s hideout. And he had this long white coat that was kinda like Clu’s, but he wore it with his helmet and horns and everything and it looked pretty ~ridiculous~ he did some kind of like business transactions in the new grid or something like that.
Sark with a kitty! <333
XD
(via that-runneth)
spicer-cthulhusummoning-lovejoy:
spicer-cthulhusummoning-lovejoy:
I tried to make a sparkling Sark after the sparkling Tron, but I failed. :’D Absolutely no success. Sark refuses to sparkle. D:
It’s okay. Sark sparkles on his own. When he thinks no one is watching.
The MCP is always watching.
why do you people choose now of all times to post these magnificent things i just spent THREE DAYS incessantly bothering this poor man and here you are making me want to dive head-first back into the really weird pornography of his characters
when i first met him i could not touch the nsfw stuff or even draw g-rated things for like a month afterwards
but suddenly i’m like ‘yes good all the ridic mcp/sark bdsm and power play’
WHY DOTH YOU TEMPT ME YOU FOUL TEMPTERS
because that’s what we do, spicer >:D
(but I will be respectful and not throw a sark/mcp drabble at you)
n-no please i’m ready now
(oh goodness I apologize in advance this is going to be terrible)
Sark closed his eyes as he relaxed. He’d just returned to his home sector, where he was safe from the stupidity of his inferiors.
And the Users, too. The Users had been particularly aggravating as of late.
Sark got a glass of energy from his personal bar, and drank. He really wanted to unwind tonight. It had been too long since he had last had a decent drink. The MCP had him working overtime; someone had to keep their eyes on Tron, and the MCP trusted noone but him to get the job done. He resented watching after the security program, but at least those days were more pleasant than telling other programs how to perform their functions.
His drink was gone more quickly than he anticipated. He poured himself another, and then another after that. Less than a microcycle had passed, and he had six drinks in him, and he was working on a seventh.
Tron. He could stare at that program’s glorious ass for cycles. He smiled at the thought as he pictured the security program in his head. True, he would have to bind Tron, to make sure the program didn’t have the chance to derezz him, but it would be worth it.
Sark’s circuits sparkled with a red, almost violet light, bright enough to illuminate his surroundings. He sat down on his bed and reached down between his legs as he pictured Tron, tied, beneath him, pale skin exposed as he dragged a fingertip down the center of the security program’s chest —
“Sark.” The MCP’s voice echoed in the small room.
Sark froze, eyes wide with surprise. An image of the MCP came to life across one wall, and he slowly pulled his hand away, thankful he hadn’t derezzed his suit yet.
“Yes?” Sark said, his voice shaky. He slowly sat up.
“You are neglecting your duty,” the MCP said in his matter-of-fact, distorted voice.
Sark was tempted to tell the MCP where he could stick his duty, but he refrained from such rude conversation.
“I’m just taking a break,” he lied. All he wanted was for the MCP to leave him alone —
“Sark,” the MCP warned. “I had better expectations of you than this.”
A surge of energy flooded into Sark. He moaned, fingers clutching at his sheets, the sudden flow of energy bringing him to overload in a matter of nanocycles. He let his head hang between his shoulders, every muscle in his body going tense as his circuits flared, the light so brilliant that, if this room had a window, he would probably be visible to every program in a ten sector radius.
“Please,” Sark half-begged, half-moaned. “I will do better next time.”
“You will,” the MCP replied, as another surge of energy hit him.
Sark overloaded with a cry, energy spilling in his suit as pleasure overtook him. He had no idea how the MCP had done it — he didn’t think the MCP had access here — but all thoughts of Tron vanished, and he knew that he could never disobey the MCP again.
He collapsed to the bed, his circuits dimming substantially.
“I expect you to monitor the lightcycle battle in two microcycles,” the MCP said, before his likeness disappeared from the wall.
It was the last thing Sark remembered before he went into sleep mode.
SPARKLING SARK AND THE MCP!!!
*headdesk* XD
I tried to make a sparkling Sark after the sparkling Tron, but I failed. :’D Absolutely no success. Sark refuses to sparkle. D:
spicer-cthulhusummoning-lovejoy:
follow your dreams kids or so help me
‘Programs blush according to the colors of their circuits/cubes. Humans blush red due to blood - programs with blue cubey inside bits blush blue, orange blush orange, so on, so forth.’
Yay, and I really like that scene,when Sark is getting angry and his circuitry turns yellowish for a second.^^

spicer-cthulhusummoning-lovejoy, I finished it! :) Here’s your ATC you wanted! :) I decided to do Sark/Edward Jr.
Super cutes! ^^