#alan bradley-baines

[graedari]

✨💾Greetings Programs💾✨

Does Grace have a new special interest? Yes

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Random Tron thingies I made

(creds to @/the_angler_mann in twt for dis one ↑)

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[murderbees]

The Anti-Fashion Icon, Alan Bradley

King of "it's comfortable, why wouldn't I wear it?"

(Flynn gave him those pants as a prank, and no one knows where he managed to find the jacket)

[mousesketches]

the return of no context monday

[vatyrn]

I love the 82 movie so much, miss yori/lora :( theyre also so polycule to me (including jordan later)

[fights4users]

Thinking about how Flynn’s loft is absolutely covered in signs. Street signs, window signs etc. this is his #1 drunk activity. He has a wrench on him he just- he just steals signs.

Many a time he wakes up on Alan and Lora’s couch cradling whatever treasure he found the night before. No matter how Alan tries he’s never going to put it back. Finders keepers.

[coupleofdays]

Lora: "Oh, you want to talk about clothes, Kevin? Should I tell Alan about some of your fashion choices through the years?"

Flynn: "Aw, c'mon Lora, you don't have to bring that up..."

Lora: "Alan, it wasn't too long ago that the boy genius here started gluing all kinds of rhinestones onto everything he wore. When we went to an arcade, he was glittering more than the machines."

Alan: "Is that true, Flynn? Have you been been bedazzling?"

Flynn: "Bedazzling is such an ugly word, Mr. Bradley."

[ribs02]

i think about them alot <3

[bookwormlover10]

One of my stupid Tron headCanons is Alan Carys fruit snacks everywhere....

Alan has always been one to always to have snacks around when he's working. He was known as they guy you go to when you want better snacks that weren't in the break room before Flynn took over Encom. He started buying more fruits snacks when he noticed that Sam would gravitate tores them when he would watch Sam when Flynn was in a meeting to boring for a kid during there annual bring your kids to work day or when Sam visits Encom in general. The fruit snacks would then find themselves out side of Encom, when he and Lora would babysit Sam. Which quickly earns Alan first spot as Sams favorite uncle which he happy bragged in Roy's face.

Then when Flynn disappeared in 1989 Alan started to carry fruit snacks with him. Even time when Sam was upset, got trouble, or if he ran away from home ( over all not having a good time) the fruit snacks would the one few things that would calmed him down.

This habit carried over to when Sam got older and it kinda became an inside joke. So when the annual prank on Encom Alan would go up to Sam pull a bag of fruit snacks and say " a fruit snack for you troubles ?" Even though Sam won't say it to Alan's face he appreciate the gesture.

This mostly came out of my fruit snacks addiction. but here are photos I bady Photoshop with out Photoshop of Alan holding fruit snacks.

[measlyscrapofseafood]

happy pride

[graedari]

Not pictured: the subsequent snowball fight-esque Bit fight Flynn is about to start, and the following issue when they fall off the cliff behind them.

The gang learns what happens to broken bones in the Grid that cycle

Legacy Alan Grid design by @radjerda 💖

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[stuckasmain]

Clark Kent logic

They’re not the same people but it’s a funny detail regardless.

[what-bot]

You know that post about the guy who was playing DnD, and his wife of several years who he has a kid with was in the party, and he got super shy and embarrassed when asking if their two pretend characters could hold hands in the game?

I imagine Alan would have a similar reaction to finding out Tron and Yori are also married, and even more when seeing them get affectionate

[radiantlyrey]

TRON Fic: a sort-of sequel AU thing... (Part One)

So, you know that TRON fic I wrote last week [link]? I have been thinking about it, and yesterday I started writing a kind-of sequel to it, wherein Flynn decides to take Alan and Lora to the Grid, and they meet Tron. So. Here are the first 1400 words of that.

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Tron takes the news as stoically as he takes everything, but his mind reels at Flynn’s brief message: “Opening the Portal presently. Guests tonight—Alan and Lora. See you soon.” Alan—he can only mean Alan_1. Coming here, to the Grid. It’s something beyond Tron’s wildest imaginings—and yet also one of his greatest fears. He’s seen firsthand Clu’s growing disillusionment with Flynn, and he doesn’t want to grow equally disappointed with Alan_1. And yet… everything Flynn has said of Alan_1 has been with respect and esteem. Maybe things will go well tonight.

But on the other hand, there’s Clu, who reacts to the message with a glower as dark as a storm cloud. “I swear I understand him less and less,” he says. “The system isn’t ready for guests. And with Flynn showing these Users around, he won’t be attending to any of the problems we’ve had this cycle.”

Tron keeps his expression neutral, and remarks carefully, “I can make excuses for you if you’re busy, Clu.”

“No need,” Clu growls. “I’ll let Flynn know exactly why I won’t be at his beck and call. If he’s even willing to listen.”

“I’ll… get the transport to the Portal output ready, then,” Tron says, which gives him a chance to excuse himself gracefully. Clu waves him off with a scowl.

By the time they leave the admin tower, Clu has managed to calm himself a little, which can only be a good thing. Tron drives to the Portal output in silence, trying not to think of Alan_1, and what it will be like to meet his User face-to-face. He glances at Clu occasionally; he is stony-faced and equally silent, but puts on a genial expression as they reach their destination.

Tron stops the transport outside the “Flynn’s” façade. There’s no sign yet of Flynn (or the other Users), but he climbs out anyway, with Clu following suit. They wait in silence, and Tron desperately hopes that tonight will not end in disaster.

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Alan’s been having a strange night ever since Flynn took him and Lora into the arcade basement, and he has a feeling it’s only going to get stranger. Lora has been peppering Flynn with questions for the last twenty minutes, asking about what, exactly, he’s been using her laser for. The round of questions had opened with Lora slapping Flynn, which had been somewhat gratifying to watch. Flynn was the one who had killed the laser as an Encom Technologies product, after setting Lora the daunting task of miniaturizing the damn thing in six months. At least Flynn hadn’t tried to make excuses after the slap.

But then Flynn revealed he’d been using the laser to digitize himself, and Lora went from angry to confused to horrified to intensely interested. She’s sitting on Flynn’s futon right now, taking notes on a legal pad Flynn handed her, while Flynn explains what he’s been doing inside his private, closed-off system. Alan is standing to her right, his arms folded as he listens, but if he’s being honest, he’s still stuck on being confused. He glances between the miniaturized laser and the Encom console against the wall, trying to fit them together in his mind. Flynn’s been… entering the system? And from the sounds of it, he hasn’t exactly been alone, either. He keeps mentioning programs like they’re people, but that can’t be possible. …can it?

He's staring at the console when Flynn says his name. “Earth to Alan?”

And he’s so unused to hearing his own name from Flynn that it takes a moment to register. “I—what?”

Flynn chuckles. “I think we lost your husband, Lora.”

“He’s used to being lost when I talk about my work,” Lora remarks slyly. “You okay, honey? I know we’re getting a little esoteric, but…”

“I’m fine,” Alan says, though he isn’t really. “But—Flynn, how is this—how is what you’re saying even possible?”

“You mean why didn’t I turn into a fine red mist the second Master Control fired that laser at me?”

“…Yeah.”

Flynn spreads his hands out and shrugs. “Beats the hell out of me, man. But I’m doing a shit job explaining what it’s like in there. Why don’t you guys come with me?” He swivels his chair around and wakes up the console. “I’ll let ‘em know I’ve got guests, it’ll be fine.”

Lora’s expression has turned to one of barely contained excitement, and Alan suddenly feels like someone has to be the voice of reason here. He says, a little annoyed, “Flynn, do we even have time to do this, I mean—”

“You’ve got ten minutes, right?” Flynn glances over his shoulder, grinning. “Time runs differently for them; it’s like an hour in there for every minute out here. We’ve got plenty of time, trust me.”

Alan sees Lora scribbling this down, and has to bite back a sigh. “I just—is this really a good idea? What if something goes wrong?” “If Flynn’s been doing this for four years without incident, I think we’re probably in the clear,” Lora says, setting down the legal pad and taking his hand. “Come on, Alan. Aren’t you even a little curious?”

He wants to say that no, he isn’t, but that would be an outright lie. He is curious, if still a little confused. Flynn’s been talking about changing the world for months now; what is it he’s discovered that’s so earth-shattering?

His silence is telling on him. Lora grins and says to Flynn, “Oh, he’s coming with us.” She pulls Alan along to stand behind Flynn at the console. “What do we need to do?”

“Uh, make sure one of you is in front of the laser, and keep holding hands. And put a hand on my shoulder. It’ll probably be easier if we all go together.” He inputs something on the console, and there’s a lurching noise behind them; the laser is warming up. Alan glances back at it briefly, then puts his other hand over Lora’s on Flynn’s shoulder. Better safe than sorry.

“We ready to go?” Flynn asks.

“Sure,” Alan says, as Lora replies, “Ready when you are.”

“Okay then. Three… two… one…” He taps a key on the console, and then—

For a terrifying moment, Alan is certain he’s falling apart, as though every part of him, every atom, is flying away from the others. But then he feels Lora’s hand in his own, and his other hand atop hers, and Flynn’s cotton t-shirt just beneath his fingertips. He’s still alive, still real, and the panic in his chest subsides, and then—

Alan staggers; Lora half-stumbles into him, and it’s suddenly a struggle to stay upright. With an effort, he manages to get his knees under him, and Lora sags into his chest, laughing. Alan finds himself chuckling as well, out of relief more than anything else. They’re alive—or something like it. He looks around.

They’re in a semi-dark room, roughly the same shape and size as the arcade basement, but barely furnished at all. Flynn is sitting in front of them, at a desk that resembles the Encom console, but there is no laser, no futon, no detritus of human existence. It’s just a room, and Alan frowns as he takes it in.

“Y’all okay?” Flynn asks, getting to his feet. “That first trip can pack a wallop.”

“We’re fine,” Lora says, patting Alan on the chest. “We’re here, right? On your grid? So what are you going to show us first, Flynn?”

“Well, first we gotta meet a couple friends,” he says, clapping them both on the shoulders. “And then we can get some transport and I’ll give you the grand tour. Come on.” He walks past them to the doors on the far end of the room, and Lora follows, tugging on Alan’s arm until he trails behind her. “Tron and Clu should be waiting for us outside. You’re gonna get a kick out of this.” He holds open the door and waves them through.

Alan’s about to say that he’s right here, and he wishes Flynn would give the nickname a rest for once, but then he and Lora step outside and see who, exactly, is waiting for them.

One of them is Flynn—but isn’t Flynn behind them? Alan turns to look over his shoulder, and then the face of the other person registers, and he turns back and stares, open-mouthed.

The other person (program?) has Alan’s face.

“Holy shit,” Alan whispers.

Part Two!!!

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