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Clu gets hold of Alan first and immediately has to abandon any Rinzler plans because he's faced with a weapon he's never encountered before :

The Disappointed Dad Look.

It's somehow so much worse than Tron's attacks when rescuing his User, and Clu nearly derezzed from those. He didn't know Tron could get that vicious.

The nightmare of Kevin Flynn...

…would be that if Alan WERE to ever end up on the Grid with him, this inevitable situation would occur…

Alan: “Kevin!” >:(

Tron: “Flynn!” >:(

Kevin: “Oh man, now there’s two of them…”

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But then again...

Seong-gi's never felt this WANTED before. And Tron - Rinzler - wanted him enough to woo him, charm him, love him.

Sure, he's a lot too intense with the love, and Seong-gi's never going back to the User world because of said Program, but...

What was really waiting out there for him, anyway?

Rinzler's not happy about being asked to give Seong-gi some space while he processes his new situation, but he complies. Because risking Seong-gi's happiness is a worse thing for Rinzler than spending a few millicycles sleeping in the guest bedroom.

The next time Rinzler and Seong-gi meet up properly, the User has made a decision. The Grid as-is is unsustainable. Too much is wrong with it, not least him seeing his own loose hair on the pillow and realising it's just going to hang around forever. Ew.

But between him and Rinzler...

Surely they can fix the problems?

Rinzler, sharp-toothed, grinning, and utterly delighted, agrees.

Evil evil evil EVIL Rinzler captivates me, because he is so just... conniving, sly & vile. Lol the guy even makes Clu & Dyson near fear for their lives. If left unchecked, he might find a better, safer & more efficient way to operate the Grid, giving even Clu a run for his money if it came down to it.

So, to save their own hides, they toss him a distraction.

When Flint is captured after breaking into the Grid through a sort of digital backdoor, Clu just... let's him live, sparing Flint entirely from the games & hands the guy over to Rinzler, like some sort of peace offering lol. & Rinz accepts the distraction wholeheartedly, which gives Clu a moment to breathe, because at least Rinz won't be so bored to start considering overthrowing Clu when he can play house with his user, I guess???

& this rancid program here even goes so far as to put up a calm, composed facade & act just like his old self as Tron, keeping Flint so wildly busy in the fabulous neon life of Clu's Grid, up to the exact moment the portal back to IRL closes for good. When Flint comes to himself & the cold terror of reality sinks its claws in him, Flint turns to Rinzler in a moment of panic, only for Rinz to full on drop the calm & measured act, excitedly promising that now they'll never have to worry about parting from one another again... as Flint only just then realizes what a sticky situation he's found himself in & that this is definitely NOT at all the Tron he remembered 😬😬😬

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Tron looks at the beta he's begrudgingly deciding to take under his wing. Granted, he was being sarcastic about getting started with Beck's frankly suicidal plan of "cause as much chaos as possible while dressed as Tron, and not care if I die in the process", but...

He wasn't expecting the kid to actually stop and think about the consequences on his own. Most of Tron's mentees have needed a slap in the face by reality before they accept they're not as indestructible or expendable as they thought they were. He's impressed.

Of course, it's a little inconvenient for Beck to be digging his heels in now, right after Tron's put an insane amount of his remaining trust in the kid, but...

Maybe finding out why and mitigating his fears will help. Never let it be said Tron can't compromise.

"Second thoughts?" Tron asks quietly, doing his best to project teasing and concern. His pings don't always translate too well, and he's in a little too much pain for his body language or voice to be anything other than rigid, but he still tries.

Beck barks a laugh. "Whatever it is you want me to do, you got the wrong Program." His shoulders slump, all that fight Tron was surprised by draining out of him. "I'm not the Program you want, believe me."

"What makes you think that?" Tron frowns. Because sure, he doesn't want a beta out there risking their runtime, but Beck was doing that anyway in a handmade costume. And Tron doesn't know nearly enough about machinery to know how to sabotage it - Beck, being a Mechanic, would. He's not after a frontline combatant, he's after a-

A strategist. A saboteur. A thief. Someone who's still willing to see the good in others, even if most would say there's none. Someone who can stand up to Tron if they have to, because they still have hope what they do will make a difference.

Beck shows promise to be all of those things, and be able to punch his way out of unexpected trouble.

So why is he so afraid he won't be enough?

"You want someone who can be a hero." Beck spits out - Tron realises he's still exerting enough authority to force Beck to tell what he sees as truth, and hurriedly dials it back. "I'm not that. I won't be saving anyone." Tears prick at the corner of the kid's eyes, grief rolling into the air around him, and-

Oh.

Loss. Self-blame. Someone he was close to, gone before his eyes. Those, Tron understands.

"Maybe you won't save everyone." Tron tells him quietly. "But I didn't either. You'll be saving some, maybe even most. That's more than will be saved without your help. And you can avenge the rest."

"I won't kill." Beck snarls at him, though there's a thread of that fire and hope springing back to life.

"With any luck, you won't have to." Tron will have to teach him differently to all his other mentees, but... should be doable. "I may teach you lethal strikes, but I hope you never have to use them, and it's mostly so you can avoid doing them by accident."

"What kind of Renegade are you after, anyway?" Beck asks.

"Someone who can inspire hope, in all the ways I never could, and will make it out alive at the end of this. Who can think their way out of problems, unconventionally as needed. Who can see tools and equipment and resources, gauge their importance, and figure out if they need to be taken or broken. Who sees Programs as Programs, not enemies to be destroyed. You can do all of those, you know you can."

Beck stops. Looks at him. There's something new dawning over the beta's face. Comprehension, shock, and maybe a little bit of determination.

"So, Renegade." Tron tilts his head, lips curved as much as his scars let him smile. "I'll ask again. Are you ready to get started?"

Beck: I’m going to dress up as Tron, blow shit up and start a revolution, and if I die, I die!

Tron: Great idea, Renegade! Are you ready to get started?

Beck:

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YES YES YES I LOVE THIS!!! LOOKIT HIS LIL FLOPPY EARS!!!!

Must pet the puppy. He needs so much love omggg

Rinzler-mon's rookie form??? I'm gonna go for a dog style for Tr.on but a cat sorta punk fighter vibe for Rinz.

Idk, id love to hear any thoughts!! :P

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AWWWW RINZ JUST WANTS HIS BF

Give him back his bf, poor baby

Sad little program forced to fight like a mindless soldier missing his bf every single passing microcycle they're apart :(

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Ultimate haggling power : your scary boif

Goin to the market~

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Tron just braced himself, fully prepared for...

90 kilos of beta ripping Julian away from him in a flying tackle. Beck was beyond furious. "Leave my dad alone!" He howled.

Luckily for everyone involved, emergency services had arrived in time to witness Julian's attempted assault, so Beck's response to it was a lot more justified than just starting a fight.

"Beck, no." Tron's calm voice cut through the beginnings of his beta's preparation to treat Julian like an enemy of the Renegade, and Beck backed off. He couldn't resist growling though, a low clicking hum expressing his displeasure at the situation in general and Julian's existence specifically.

The race car, did not make it much further, by pure luck. It spun out of control and crashed into the brick wall of a nearby building.

For a moment, all Julian could do was sit and stare at the slowly deflating airbag in stunned silence.

His car was totaled. His father was in prison, and it was all Junior's fault.

Julian shut off the ignition and burst from the car. He coughed up smoke as he raced back toward the other wrecked car.

It wasn't until he was nearly upon the stopped vehicle he'd been pursuing that he realized his brother wasn't even there.

"WHERE IS HE?" he screamed at the nearest person. "WHERE IS THAT UNGRATEFUL TRAITOR BROTHER OF MINE HE'S RUINED MY LIFE I'M GOING TO KILL HIM!!!"

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*sighing deeply*

Been actually putting time into writing the last part of this one small fic thing where gender neutral reader get tentacle-dicked down by Rinz.

Im fucking doing it. Im FUCKIN DOING ITTTTTTTTTTR

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"Yes." Beck didn't try to escape, though, remaining a ball of blankets and contrary beta. He knew the wisdom in Ark's words, even if he didn't like it.

"Come on." Cyrus murmured, nudging Ark - getting up, and taking Beck's comm bracer with him. "Let's leave those two to sleep, and see if there's anything that needs to be done around here. And I, for one, could use some energy too."

From the "Send me your muse’s reaction to visiting mine, only to find their home ransacked and my muse beaten to near-death" meme, adapted a little because of lack of prior interaction. (Hello, by the way!) ~@evecolourshock

Eve had honestly not expected anyone to be around in the house she'd ducked into to hide from a Recognizer patrol. It looked abandoned, the door shattered and everything she could see inside damaged and in disarray.

Dim bluish circuits and a sprawled figure impossible to see from the door quickly changed that assumption. Eve cursed silently, dropping to her knees next to them. Whoever they were, they were hurt. "Hey there." She murmured soothingly, fishing out her emergency medical kit. "You're gonna be alright, you hear me? Gonna patch you up and get you out of here, before anyone neither of us wants to cross paths with comes to investigate - or with reinforcements." She could tell this Program had put up one helluva fight against whoever had attacked them. "I'm Eve. Can you tell me your name?"

((Hi! 😄 ))

Ark had made a mistake, but, thankfully, she had been able to cover it up just enough to keep herself alive. Although, at the moment, she wasn't feeling too thankful.

She had gone out as a Renegade, caused some trouble for the Occupation, like she usually did, but hadn't covered her tracks well enough, and she had been followed.

There had been just enough time to switch to her personal circuits before the Occupation burst in.

Assuming the Renegade was male, they suspected her to be helping him, instead of realizing that she was who they were looking for.

Ark refused to give them any information, and things escalated quickly into a vicious fight.

She was greatly outnumbered, though she fought fiercely, the enemy overpowered her.

They had left her mostly dead, thinking that if she somehow survived, it'd also serve as a warning to the Renegade that whoever helped him would meet the same fate, or worse.

Ark faded in and out of consciousness, struggling and clinging to life. She had survived this long, she wasn't going out without a fight.

When an unfamiliar voice called out, she flinched, then immediately winced as pain shot through her.

Had they come back to finish the job?

A more lucid moment rolled in as she heard the program talking gently to her. Whoever this was was friendly, or, at least friendlier.

She liked the idea of getting out of here, this place would never be safe again.

When her rescuerer asked her her name, she weakly replied, "Ark. My name is Ark." She winced again, but managed to add, "And I'm so glad to meet you, Eve."

She had never meant it more than she did now. It was nothing short of a miracle that she was here.

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I love the way you've done his eye!!!!

Super cool, Nok!!!

My Little Trony: Betrayal isn't Magic!♡

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THEY'RE BOTH SO HAPPY OMGGGG!!!!!

Aww yesss Rinz loves stickers ♡♡♡ even better when his bf is the one giving him stickers ♡♡♡♡♡

Decorating your deadly, nonverbal warrior bf in cute stickers before an intense battle to confuse your opponents & make them feel awful when they realize no one loves them enough to decorate their armor for war?????????

Sure, why not lol

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Ask, and ye shall receive, from your friendly neighbourhood fic gremlin :)

Tron clings to the handlebars of his lightcycle in a death grip, terrified that anything less will see him thrown from it. The lightcycle shrieks under him for it - he shouldn't be treating it like this. Should slacken his grip, loosen his legs, let it handle the minute course-corrections via internal gyroscope like it should.

Tron can't.

He lost the sound of pursuers three furlongs ago. Lost sight of them a mile before that. Here can't be safe. He's not far enough away yet. Has to keep going. Has to flee.

It hurts. Everything hurts. The wounds on his frame, the scorches from tank blasts, the jars and shockwaves of a Recognizer exploding around him.

The grief hurts most. Flynn... didn't make it out, and Tron can't find him. He has to assume the worst. His whole team are... Tron doesn't know what that technology is, but it twisted them until there was nothing left. Dyson betrayed him, Clu even more so.

Tron can't tell if the wetness on his face is rain or tears.

His chest heaves breaths that won't come. Tron has to pull over, has to risk stopping. He still aims for a cave, hoping to use the darkness and patchy energy signals to buy himself some respite.

Tron can't muster up the energy to be concerned about the ever-present threat of gridbugs. In this state... better the bugs get him than Clu, no matter how humiliating the end.

The cave is soaked, hiding any trail his wheels could have left. Tron coasts to a stop, unable to uncurl his hands, slumped over and coughing. The lightcycle sputters at him, just as spent. Rain drips from his hair, spattering onto the engine cover.

"Alan_One." Tron croaks out, voice hoarse from screams he didn't dare let out. "I'm sorry." The lightcycle collapses then, his hands clamping tighter on the baton reflexively - it takes effort to prise his fingers off, but the casing nearly buckles in his grip and he can't afford to damage it further. "I'm so sorry." Tron whispers, brought to his knees in the middle of nowhere, sheltered by nothing but a cave and the rain.

Lights bloom on the horizon - a city. Tron doesn't know which one. His only ally split off four miles ago to lay a false trail, and told Tron to just keep heading straight until the rain forced him to stop - he doesn't know if he can trust young Cyrus, but he's out of options.

"Alan_One, forgive me." Tron whispers, head lowered and disc raised in defiant supplication. He will bow to no other. That's the only rule he can adhere to, now. "For all I shall have to do."

Because whatever dark future looms in Clu's shadow... Tron fears he'll have to be worse, to make sure things will get better.

THIS

I...

I don't know how it would happen, but I just found this soundtrack inspired by Tron, and not only is it BREATHTAKING musically...

BUT THE COVER ART.

I NEED A WHOLE FIC BE IT ONE SHOT OR LONGER FOR THIS PICTURE. Tron exhausted... beaten down... barely escaped with his live... clinging to the handlebars of his Lightcycle... just trying to breathe enough to put his processes together. I need to know everything leading to and during this picture. I need to know his emotions, what he thinks about as the lightcycle finally collapses, sending him to his knees as the rain of the Grid pours down on his broken being.

I need to know everything.

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Beck has to pause, pinch the bridge of his nose, and take a deep breath. The uprising - Tron's legacy - is mostly going okay. Sure, Beck's not out on the streets as much as he wants to be, and reining in Cyrus and his lot when they're outside their established turf is a constant chore, but he's managing. His own team's doing pretty well.

Despite the occasional monumentally stupid decision.

On this one, though, Beck can't exactly judge. He'd be doing the same, if for different reasons. "Did you at least check for trackers?" He asks, once he's sure he can keep his voice level.

"Four times, three different ways. Each." One of the newer members confirms - Trick, on loan from a group out Gallium way - before the actual culprits of Beck's latest headache can respond. "I intercepted them while still out in the wilds, deactivated and removed everything while we were out there - threw the trackers in a bug nest, just in case. Did a medical check too, Clef handled that, they're currently translating medic-speak into something comprehendable."

"Thanks Trick. And thank Clef for me, when you get the chance." Beck's shoulders drop, relaxing a fraction. At least someone has a working processor. He dismisses his team, and they leave him to his thoughts and the Program they caught by chance.

Behind the reinforced one-way glass, wrapped in a frankly ludicrous amount of rope and definitely aware he's being watched, Rinzler appears to loom ominously. Beck, fluent in Tron, reads his entire body as sulking. From the right angle, the Program's face becomes faintly visible through his helmet, and... yeah, that's a pout.

Clef's report comes back, and... honestly, Beck was expecting most of it, but that doesn't make it hurt any less.

Rectification's hallmarks are all there, Tron rendered a prisoner in his own body. Dyson's viral gift is still chewing its way through his energy reserves and code - Rinzler might not outwardly react to it, but Beck can tell he's in a lot of pain. The scars are back, including that one slashing through his eye, rendering him blind on that side. He's cold, despite the cell being kept at slightly above the Grid's overall ambient temperature. He's starved for energy - Clef mapped the fluxes they could detect, and it seems Rinzler only gets fed before a fight or a mission. Beck's team got the drop on him on the way back, when he'd practically run out - luck, not judgement, has Rinzler here and Beck's team still rezzed.

"What did they do to you?" He asks quietly. Rinzler doesn't - can't - answer.

It took a monumentally stupid decision to get Beck into this mess. He prepares to make a monumentally stupid one to get at least most of the way out.

"Hey Rinzler." Beck creeps into the cell. Alone, because Rinzler will definitely attack if he feels threatened or outnumbered.

Rinzler still lurches on his feet, growling. I'm a threat, fear me.

"Easy! Easy." Beck soothes. "Sorry, didn't mean to startle you."

Rinzler subsides, keeping Beck on his sighted side warily. He's still growling, but quieter. More rhythmical.

"If I get the ropes off you, are you going to attack me?" Beck asks. "Because I want to give you energy, but I can't do that if you're tied up or if I'm derezzed." He waits a moment for Rinzler to think things over. "And you can't get out if I'm derezzed either."

Rinzler nods and turns around, but he's so tense Beck has to keep as far to the side as practical so Rinzler can see him.

"Okay." Beck keeps a soft commentary up while untying Rinzler. "You're kinda scary. Like, really scary. But also you're way cooler than anyone else the Occupation got their hands on." He sighs, resting his head against Rinzler's shoulder for a moment, flexing his aching fingers - Grid these knots are tight, but he doesn't want an upset ex-Monitor if he tries cutting the rope without warning. "I miss you Tron, if you can hear me in there."

Rinzler stops growling entirely, stunned silent. His circuits flicker - white, then blue. "Beck." He chokes out, the first word scraping its way past that ruined, mangled throat.

"I'm here." Beck whispers, finally getting the ropes untied. "I'm here, Tron."

"Beck, run." Rinzler glitches, clutching his head.

"No." Beck bops him on the helmet gently. "Not without you. Not this time."

Tron whines, collapsing once his arms are free.

"We'll be okay."

The cat trapped by mice.

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This blog will not RP with 'writers' who use AI.

This goes for anything about your blog by the way. Not just writing, but icons, graphics, anything having to do with your blog. Even if you're not transparent about it and think that the AI is 'so good nobody will notice', people will find out, we always do.

This is a creative hobby. Most rational people will understand that not everyone can have fancy graphics & icons, but that doesn't mean you have a machine pull from 100,000+ stolen & scraped pieces of art & other images from multiple unknowing creatives to cobble something together to supposedly make your blog look 'nicer'.

Either make your own icons / graphics, and/or commission someone to make them for you. There's also plenty of free templates for you to check out that take less effort to find than feeding a prompt that's currently responsible for making life harder for creatives such as us. End of.

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Probably the same place I get random comments and kudos on my old fics from (which I love) - new readers! New people who like your stuff! They found you and they love what you do!

How are there a bunch of people finding my fics on AO3 over the past few days leaving comments & kudos & stuff, like.

WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN THIS WHOLE TIME???

I've basically given up on writing because no one but like 3 close friends cared, so where was this love when I actually had the motivation to go through with this???