#tron dedication

[tronsgender]

It just occurred to me that Alan nearly killed both Sam and Jet through his programs. Tron/Rinzler almost got Sam. Ma3a almost got Jet. F in the chat. And sure, it's not directly Alan's fault, but you bet it keeps him up at night, knowing just how close those crazy kids were to dying at his hands. No matter how indirectly.

[skeksismars]

I though I was the only person in the world who loved Tron Legacy religiously and appreciates it and I can't tell you how glad I am that I've discovered there are so many people who love it to the insane dregree I do, I legit thought for a long time I had some kind of mental illness for how much I love this film, especially because, differently for other medias I'm obsessed with, Tron Legacy is just one movie (I've yet to watch the animated series and the original movie aged pretty badly for me), so I felt very weird for loving one movie so freaking much! After watching the trailer for Tron Ares I went online, here and on youtube and seeing so many people who grew up with Tron Legacy at the same time I did, and who loved it so much, like I did, gave me a sense of community that is truly special, the kind of that can be achieved only when you thought you were alone in the world and you discover you're not <3

[whpictures]

Audi Q4 - making everyday driving a joy

[evecolourshock]

::Of course. Any time!:: Pixie sent, adding a heart emoticon to it - something she'd only just learned the messaging system could support. ::The Seeker's going in now- oh! There's a Bit investigating it!:: She sent a photo of a curious Bit hovering close to the Seeker, extending sensory nodes to try and get a better read on this newcomer in its territory. ::...it just scolded the Seeker, trying to chase it away from the datapads.:: She paused for a few moments. ::I didn't know they could say anything other than Yes and No, but this one just shrieked Negative and Denied.::

🔪 (for Clu - it's fake!)

"Act scared - there's an Occupation patrol less than a block away, I'm using a chromatic distorter to hide our circuits so we're less distinctive but neither of us wants them to catch on so for sparks' sake play along! What are you even doing here, anyway!" - Eve, System Resource Allocation Monitor

"What the-Who the frag even ARE you and what do you want with me!?" He didn't need to act, he actually was scared.

[dungeonenvy]

I'm so obsessed with Tron Legacy it's just this beautiful little fucked up movie that is INTENSELY dedicated to being a synaesthetic art piece while also hitting Disney's mandated sad dad storyline from the late 2000s

But EVERY SCENE is gorgeous. Almost every FRAME you could put on your wall as an art piece. Daft Punk did the soundtrack! You can't GET shit like this anymore it's just a one in a billion event where everything came together right

They got away with so much and no disney movie will ever go this hard ever again

[nitewrighter]

I read that post on luthor refusing the riddler legion membership because his riddling clues always get solved by batman, who lex is 90% sure solves crimes as a hobby (technically lex is right, bruce is very dedicated to his hobby, and very good at it, but it is technically a hobby), while the justice league has a dozen geniuses on its roster.

And that got me thinking, what if nygma left Gotham for a time, stating he’s “taking a break from the bat”, and using the other so called “league geniuses” as mental exercise?

Could the question indeed solve his riddles in his sleep?

Which heroes would solve their challenges easily? (Mr terrific does crossword puzzles in pen remember)

Which ones would be like- i’m good with tech/chemistry/quantum physics, I don’t know anything about 18th century french literature?

And what if the “comic relief” heroes (plastic man, beast boy, booster gold et al) got involved?

If they did solve a riddle/puzzle/game/challenge, would it be due to dumb luck? That they’re smarter than people give them credit for? Or because they make jokes do often, they’re familiar with puns and word play?

In beast boy’s case, is it because he’s an avid gamer, and one of his old favorites is riddle of the minotaur?

I mean I hate defaulting to my faves for these questions, but Mister Miracle getting through one of the Riddler's wacky Riddle-Death-Traps/Mazes because he is literally The Greatest Superhero Escape Artist is thoroughly hilarious to me.

Barda: *watching Scott self-narrate and trial-and-error his way through some Riddler bullshit*

Spoiler: ...I don't get it. You can smash right through this entire setup. Why don't you do that?

Barda: Arguably, Scott could probably Motherbox his way out of it as well, but this is enrichment for him. Also his thinky-face is cute.

Mister Miracle, offscreen: Barda! Barda, he's got a Stab-o-tron! Barda, are you seeing this!?

Barda: Yes, Scott, it's a very nice death trap.

My other option for facing off with the Riddler is of course Jimmy Olsen. Jimmy's a problem solver, but he's also got so many heavy hitters either ready to fight for him at the drop of a hat, or completely sick of his ass because he is Superman's Pal. I also love Plot Armor Jimmy flummoxing villains through sheer idiot luck.

Jimmy: Batman! Boy, am I glad to see you! You're not going to believe it! I was--

Batman: *pinching the bridge of his nose* You were tracking down the source of a mysterious augmented reality game that was using deepfake footage of pop stars and prompting teenagers across the nation to commit mischief and sow chaos at strategic locations, allowing for several high-stakes, high-black-market-value robberies to occur. And now you're in a pop music-themed death trap.

Jimmy: Wow! Yeah! But don't worry, Scoops has been recording every--

Batman: For the record, you only ended up further along in this mystery than me because I can't immediately recognize pop music references.

Jimmy: I-- I don't really see what that has to do with anything but--

Riddler, from some overhead speakers: Is that... jealousy I hear, Batman?

Batman: It's not jealousy, I just wouldn't expect you to hide yourself with inanity.

Riddler: Maybe you should listen to more pop music! It might help you articulate all those dark sludgy feelings gunking up what should be a genius intellect! Or has the great Batman lost all touch with the masses?!

Batman: Nygma, leave the reporter out of this. We both know your fight is with me.

Riddler: mmm... I don't know. He did get further along than you...I mean, not everything has to be about you, Batman--

Batman: NYGMA--!

Jimmy: Should I--d-do you guys want me to turn off Scoops so you can talk about this, or--?

[drabbletron]

Long Update!

|| tl;dr: I hem and haw about my busy life and lack of posting content! ||

So, as I've been saying, life is getting super busy with me right now with work and lack of time at home for anything but decompressing. I will not be able to post like I was! I'm pretty sad about it, but I don't want to over do myself and end up struggling to write (I'm sort of doing it now). These things happen and I fall into cycles like this. It's just what I do.

To remedy the issue of burnout and overexertion I would like to be posting much slower, but with hopefully higher quality content. That means that, should I answer asks in my inbox, they may be smaller/shorter drabbles (which hopefully means I can post them on tumblr instead of Ao3), while saving the big stuff for the weekends. It's funny because "drabbles" are supposed to be only 100 words long. I use that term loosely to mean "short" fics. Think one-shots or mini-shots. It's where the username comes from (drabble + megatron).

Anyway, the point I'm making is that I can either do a bunch of little things and be social or I can focus on big things and be absent. I don't feel I am capable of both. I just have too much going on right now. At the same time, I love interacting with everyone here and I love the engagement. It's how I've been able to make friends! (lookin at a few of yall rn!)

I also have a lot of scraps of writing in my drafts that I'm getting a little sick of looking at, if I'm being honest here. I'm probs just going to empty all of those out and get it over with. Who knows, you guys might like them (as if I haven't been saying that for a week or two now lol)!

I'm unsure why I can't just part with my drafts though lol! I feel like a little hoarder sometimes because I keep deluding myself into thinking "this is going to be some super awesome mega-fic one day" and it's literally just two lines of dialogue of characters dirty talking lolololol!

Really there's so many things I would like to work on, like a dating sim! I have so much of it planned out, but learning ren'py is a slow process due to lack of time and dedication. I have an entire Trello board and a few plot points and even a character list with little outlines and some dates. I want to share it, but I know that once I do share all of it, it can kill my drive to work on it lol. It's a whole "move in silence" thing and whatnot, sorta how I feel about Golden Boy and The Pot and The Kettle.

It's super late as I write this, so I'm kinda tired, but I wanted to get this out there for anyone who wants to read this. It's sorta like a little diary entry for me lol!

If you stuck around this long to read it, thanks a bunches! I'm glad you're here and I'm glad you like what I do. If not, that's okay too! I love this blog and this fandom dearly, I just am very busy right now.

Enjoy!

- D. Tron! 🧡✨

[artisanscarecrow]

You know something that really bugs me? The fact that Flynn was able to save Yori from dying with his "user powers" or whatever, but not Ram--- what the heck Flynn, you've been on this journey with Ram for longer, why not save him??

Oh, but I'm just bitter because I liked Ram a lot.

I really like how the colors turned out on this! I didn't draw the helmets because helmets are my nemesis and also because, if you've seen the behind-the-scenes photos from this movie, we were robbed, all the leads have gorgeous hair!

So I drew them with hair. Sue me.

I also improvised the circuitry lines a bit because they had WAY more lines in this movie than the suits did in Legacy and I'm not dedicated enough to memorize their placement, haha

Tron Lives! (If only Ram did too! :...) )

Drawn using Procreate.

[inkinary]

Hello whats your opinions about the simbolism that surrounds tron (Flynn, clu, Sam, MCP, quota)? How do you interpretante them? To you What does clu perfect sistems means?

Ooooo... interesting question.

So, I'm not sure about Symbolism between characters, but I'd be happy to listen to your thoughts on the matter!

As for the "Perfect System"...

C.L.U was designed to create a perfect system based on the Ideology Flynn had of one when he was created. However, this idea seems to have never been fully fleshed out (Flynn admitting that even if I am remembering correctly). Human ideals can change just as swiftly as the wind itself, adapt, modify... Flynn especially. He's a dreamer, he chases ideas and gets himself into equally as many messes, and the prospect of the Grid was a playground for him.

For Flynn, the perfect system was a place to escape reality... a place of infinite digital Opportunity and Dreaming to reshape reality itself. A dreamer's paradise where anything and everything could happen at his fingertips at any given moment. Just like it was when he went into the Encom System. He chases a feeling... an Idea... a memory. And he needed someone to just... organize that a bit.

For C.L.U though... Different story.

C.L.U isn't human. C.L.U doesn't chase dreams and ideals and these big lofty whimsical human fancies. HE receives the "Perfect system" command differently than what Flynn saw.

To C.L.U, he latches onto one aspect of the grand plan. Parts that can be understood from a code perspective. At first... his "Perfect System" revolves around Flynn. Stabilize his many projects, make sure the Grid runs smoothly, keep Programs running in line... exc. Bring some clarity and linear organization to the randomized whims of his maker. But... that still isn't perfect. Flynn is constantly trying to chase Perfection in a way he can't Process...

Then... the ISOs happen.

Dangerous, unstable variables. Imperfect coding, wild and ununified looks, no true reason for being on the Grid, no written function other than to just EXIST. They are imperfect. They are unstable. That means they are a threat to the perfect waffle-square organization that C.L.U had tried to form. They waste resources, they slot themselves into places previously perfectly on schedule by dedicated programs. Suddenly... that paper ladder perfection is shattered.

But Flynn sees nothing wrong. Flynn is FACINATED by them.

He can't understand. They are barely better than a glitch... an infection leeching away the previous perfection he had been building. Flynn sees nothing wrong with them.

I.E... Flynn is wrong.

His coding is perfect. He is to create the perfect system. He is to "Change the world".

That... is when the second idea of perfection sets in.

Reshape. Humanity.

Flynn is imperfect. He tries to reason, fix the imperfections. Doesn't work. Ok... then it must be deleted. Humanity is flawed... imperfect. Flynn wanted a perfect system to reshape the world.

He would reshape the world to the idea of Programmed perfection. A world with no variables, no wasted resources and "Programs" that had no function. Everything would be perfectly set in their places. Everything controlled and managed to fit a singular working blueprint of how it would function to the most optimal way. No dreaming, that wastes energy and disorganizes. No switching functions, only what you were programed to do. Perfect optimal running of a world to get it to FUNCTION to the highest performance.

Like a computer. Not a society. Mechanical function. NOT ideal or personal function.

But even then... it isn't enough. Programs are too... human. Programs fight back. They are flawed by the code written into them by human hands.

So he rewrites them. Organizes them to fit their perfect functions in the System. Those who don't fit into that criteria are taken out of the equation. Only what exists to make the Grid run smoothly and to its best efficiency is kept.

But still... that Imperfection lingers.

So... He turns his eyes to "Reshaping Humanity". If he could delete the variables, reprogram those who had brought them into functioning in the first place... there would be ORDER.

C.L.U's perfect system was just that... a System. Organized. A Grid or System running to the best of its given function... existing. Nothing more. Unchanging.

That's my take on the matter of C.L.U's perfection. Not sure if this answers what you were wanting to know, but that's my two bits!

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!

[lightandfellowship]

DDD is my guilty pleasure KH game and not for Soriku reasons, actually. I just unironically adore the world choices!

I think more KH games should pull inspiration from lesser-known, less popular, and less "marketable" Disney properties. It's just so fun to me to see something more obscure and odd in premise (films where Disney was perhaps experimenting more and taking more creative risks) not only get the spotlight but also get an entire video game level dedicated to painstakingly recreating it when it otherwise would never get that kind of love and attention under normal circumstances.

Give me more direct-to-video films that upend our understanding of some of the main characters of the series (Three Musketeers). Give me more "silent" films with quirky sound design and visuals (Fantasia). Give me more super old-school movies that people barely remember the details of anymore (Pinocchio). Give me more dark subject matter films (Hunchback). Give me even more live-action films with uncanny character models and slightly-less-than-accurate voice-alikes (Tron Legacy). Give me the films that utterly flopped on release but became cult classics later. Or maybe they never got "good" and are still considered bad flops to this day. I'll gladly play around in their world to experience something strange and unfamiliar and novel, regardless!

[simplyquackers]

Cyberpunk Tf Au Mega post : (WIP)

Subjects are due to be changed if needed

(Updated: June, 11, 2024)

In this world all cities on Cybertron have dedicated musicians that are elected through the most popular vote. There is no war, but movements for the political system to be overrun and remade. Many of the elected musicians are there to help the people, to give them strength and courage to speak against the oppressive policies the government gives them.

The aesthetics of the people differ from city to city. (Examples)

Iacon: Synthwave/Vaporwave

Kaon: Dark Synthwave

The changes also go to the different genres of music the top musicians create and play in live shows.

Iacon: Chill Electronic/Pop/Etc.

Kaon: Phonk/Metal/Etc.

With the different types of music, there are collaborations to blend different types of music together! Granted I have only really thought about Megatron and Optimus so far in this Au, I'm playing on adding Elita-1 and a few others soon though!

How the politics in this Au work: Here

How the dimension portals work: Here

Abt Optimus and Megatron:

\\Optimus -

-Stage name: DJ Synthrave

-Public & Known name: Paxius (Pax-ē-us) / Pax

>> Musician of Iacon

>Personality: Always cheerful and happy, polite, easily excitable, loves learning new things, extroverted, doesn't catch most mood swings and can't read a room (Megs has to explain A LOT to him)

REF SHEET: (Don't remove signatures)

\\Megatron

-Stage name: DJ Deathgrip

-Public name: D-16 /or 16 /or Six

-Private name: (Close circle) Tronix (Tron-íx)

>> Musician of Kaon

>Personality: Introverted, blunt, hard around the edges, secretly a softie, over analyzes everything, sounds grumpy 24/7 but actually isn't, knows a lot about everything (and can explain it in great detail)

REF SHEET 4 MEGS: (pls don't remove my signatures)

The back view is the true version of his backpack (thing), an updated ref sheet will be made soon.

>/>\\\\\</<

These two are great friends, completely inseparable. (More so if you ship Megop, which is completely up to you if you do.)

Within both of their specific cities they are under a lot of pressure due to different reasons, and the different cultures, different politics, etc. So they hide on Earth to relax (Continuities that work: Earthspark, Tfp, Idw Mtmte)

Dedicated hashtag: Tfau cyberpunk

I wanna see y'all's art, stories, and ideas! @ me if I don't see it!

[dangerousthingobservation]

McDonnell Douglas AV-1B Harrier II

Photo de 

Steve Tron sur 

flickr｜

The McDonnell Douglas (now Boeing) AV-8B Harrier II is a single-engine ground-attack aircraft that constitutes the second generation of the Harrier Jump Jet family. Capable of vertical or short takeoff and landing (V/STOL), the aircraft was designed in the late 1970s as an Anglo-American development of the British Hawker Siddeley Harrier, the first operational V/STOL aircraft. Named after a bird of prey,[8] it is primarily employed on light attack or multi-role missions, ranging from close air support of ground troops to armed reconnaissance. The AV-8B is used by the United States Marine Corps (USMC), the Spanish Navy, and the Italian Navy. A variant of the AV-8B, the British Aerospace Harrier II, was developed for the British military, while another, the TAV-8B, is a dedicated two-seat trainer. The project that eventually led to the AV-8B's creation started in the early 1970s as a cooperative effort between the United States and United Kingdom (UK), aimed at addressing the operational inadequacies of the first-generation Harrier. Early efforts centered around a powerful revamped Rolls-Royce Pegasus engine to dramatically improve the capabilities of the Harrier. Due to budgetary constraints, the United Kingdom abandoned the project in 1975. Following the withdrawal of the UK, McDonnell Douglas extensively redesigned the earlier AV-8A Harrier to create the AV-8B. While retaining the general layout of its predecessor, the aircraft incorporates a new wing, an elevated cockpit, a redesigned fuselage, one extra hardpoint per wing, and other structural and aerodynamic refinements. The aircraft is powered by an upgraded version of the Pegasus, which gives the aircraft its V/STOL ability. The AV-8B made its maiden flight in November 1981 and entered service with the USMC in January 1985.

[thlayli-ra]

I got you a whump idea thlayli! The wheel has chosen "chronic pain" and I wanna see if you can do it in my Silver Knight au with Silver knight and Silver Randy! Love ya! ❤️ 🍩💖🍩

Eek! The pressure! Hope it delivers, Doughnut! (Love ya too!)

Trick - 'Chronic Pain'

Characters - LA Knight, Randy Orton

Rating - 'Teen and up'

Warning Tags - Smut, Daddy/Baby kink

LA Knight knew his back was on the verge of seizing up about two thirds of the way through his match. Sure, he'd managed to emerge victorious, but the twenty-something greenhorn that he'd put in his place had already scampered back up the ramp to lick his wounds, while he was still sitting on the edge of the ring apron, working up the courage to move.

It was only when one of the cameramen informed him that the commercial break was almost over and he needed to leave that he creaked himself off the apron onto the floor and the pain in his knees flared up too. With one arm on his lower back, and his other using the guard rail as a support, Knight hobbled his way to the back. Spying himself on the giant screen of the Titan Tron, he heaved a sigh. He looked like an old man.

He was an old man!

Hell, they were already throwing around the dreaded 'R'-word when he first arrived at WWE at the ripe old age of forty! That was over twenty years ago, and here he was in his sixties, still going, still holding on, unable to let go of the pull of the crowd, their adoration and worship. He loved the kiss of the mat, the smell of stale sweat that hung in the air, the butterflies in his stomach before his music hit, the shot of adrenaline when they chanted his name.

He loved it all. And like any addict, the thought of going cold turkey terrified him more than anything. He had been fortunate, however and his body had held throughout the decades to gift him a long, decorated career.

But even the most cared-for and well-trained bodies decayed over time and the cracks were finally started to show in his. His knees were failing and his back was getting stiff, the painkillers becoming less and less effective at numbing the agony.

'Come on, now, enough with the defeatist crap,' Knight scolded himself internally. 'That aint your style. You're sore now but your heat-pack is warming up right now in your locker room and once you strap it on, you'll feel like a new man again.' He smirked smugly, letting go of the rail and straightening his spine despite its protests to walk the final few steps tall and proud. 'You aint ready for the glue factory just yet, old timer.'

Making his way through the curtain, Knight found his plans instantly dashed when he was accosted by a imposing figure. Age did nothing to dim the captivating allure of Randy Orton who stood every inch as tall as he had in his youth and if anything only seemed to be getting broader. His arms and shoulders, his waist and thighs were thicker these days, still densely packed with muscle making him look huge in comparison to most other wrestlers on the roster.

Including Knight! And he wasn't exactly a scrawny man by any standards. Sure parts of his body were softer than before and he was losing the battle against gravity so things were starting to sag a little, but his dedication to the gym meant he remained beautifully defined all over, even the mounds of his six pack still peeked through his paunchy belly.

He was still capable of catching an eye or two, these days maybe more than ever. And what's more, he knew it!

'That was stunning,' Randy noted slyly, stroking the back of his fingers down Knight's clammy cheek, Knight's heart giving a flutter.

'What, my match,my win?' he teased with a grin. 'You're gonna have to be more specific.'

'You... just you,' Randy replied, now cupping Knight's cheek with his large palm.

'Again, you're gonna have to be more specific. Which part of me did you like?'

Randy leant in closer, bringing his voice down low. 'Are you fishing for compliments, Baby?'

'From you, Daddy? Always!'

'Hmm.' Pulling back, Randy kept his lips sealed tight, instead moving his hand to caress through Knight's short, spiked hair. It had been many colours over the years. When he was an infant, it had been a glittering gold, but by the time he'd reached school age it had darkened to a rich tawny brown and now in his old age, it had gone a bright silvery grey. Like the majestic feathers of a swan's wing, it shimmered against his tanned skin (he opted for a slightly darker hue these days to bring out the contrast) and with his beard now almost matching too (just a few sparse patches of chestnut and auburn remaining) and the thick thatch of silver body hair covering every inch of him, he cut a striking figure, indeed.

Randy, like all of his husbands, was very fond of Knight's silvery locks and loved to brush his fingertips through it. Pity he couldn't return the favour - Randy didn't need to shave his head these days, hadn't for a long time now - but Knight didn't mind. There were plenty other parts of Randy that he adored getting his hands on.

'Why don't I show you what I mean?' Randy quirked a cheeky eyebrow at Knight who felt even weaker at the knees than before and had to steady himself with his bare shoulder against the wall.

'H-here? Now?'

'Why not? I don't have a match later.' Not that anyone could tell since he was wearing his gear underneath his tight-fitting shirt. Randy was always ready to step into the ring, no matter what was written on the match card.

The offer was too good to pass up, but then a twinge snapped in Knight's lower back and he fought the urge to rub it in case Orton saw and called the whole thing off. He was desperate for some quality time with his Daddy, he just needed a moment to swallow down some painkillers, strap on the heat-pad for a spell and limber up, that's all.

'How can I refuse?' he said with a cute shrug. 'Just give me a half-hour to hop in the showers and prep myself for ya then-'

'Oh no, Baby,' now both of Randy's hands held Knight's jaw, drawing him in closer so that Randy could place his lips at his ear. His warm breath tickled the inner layers of his ear canal, making Knight shudder with delight. 'I'll do the honours tonight.'

And so, Knight found himself on the leather sofa in his locker room, perched on his knees with his wrestling trunks bunched around his thighs and his upper chest and shoulders resting on the arm to support himself. And God bless Randy who lubed him and prepped him so thoroughly when there was absolutely nothing back there that could be described as tight these days. And when he felt the entire length of Randy's girth slide his way up his loosened passage into the centre of his core, it felt so damn good that all that pain in his knees and back were instantly forgotten.

Well... almost!

Kinda like when there's an itch right there in the middle of your foot, just underneath the hard, calloused skin on the sole and no amount of scratching or scrubbing or scuffing quite reaches it. Or maybe more when you have a toothache and no matter how much you try to distract yourself all you can feel is that dull, pulsing throb, and for some bizarre reason, all you want to do is worry it with your tongue or gnash your teeth down hard on it. Or at least, that's what Knight would do, try to lean into the pain, and he did that now, arching his back up, which in turn applied more pressure to his cranky knees. The pain intensified, upping the adrenaline rushing through his veins and it made the good stuff feel all that much better.

Unable to lift his head up with his hips so high, Knight lay with his cheek flat against the leather and groaned. His undecipherable noises getting louder and louder with each perfectly aimed thrust from Randy. The older man held him tight, his strong fingers digging in to the squishy muffin rolls at Knight's flanks deep enough to bruise them (Knight knew this because he loved to count them in the mirror the following morning) and pounded into him, knowing that Knight enjoyed things a little rougher than most.

'You liking that, Baby?'

The silver-haired man could only answer with a slew of slurred moans. Randy slid his palm up Knight's back, his fingertips catching in the soft folds of fat and muscle around his shoulder blades and dragged it back, lightly scraping the bronze skin with his fingernails. Knight let out the loudest groan yet and yes, it was partly because he liked getting a little scuffed up by his Daddy (he had chosen wrestling as his only profession for crying out loud, it came with the territory!) but also because Randy had unknowingly hit several knots that were clenching up like balled fists of flesh.

'Do that again, Daddy! Please!' Knight begged and Randy was all too happy to oblige, this time dragging both palms down Knight's back. It felt almost like a massage but didn't hit deep enough. Unlike Randy's cock which at that very moment was buried in him right up to the hilt, grinding back and forth against Knight's swollen prostate and reducing almost every one of his waking thoughts to mush. He couldn't process a full strand of consciousness let alone string together a sentence, but he managed to let out a long, drawn-out rumble from his throat, his eyelids falling shut. 'Nearly there already, Baby? Tut tut! You just wait for Daddy to finish first, you hear me?'

Knight may not boast the same stamina he once had but dear lord, Randy sure did. He kept going for another ten minutes at least, pumping and thrusting into Knight's pliant body, changing the pace every so often to draw out more moans of joy from his enraptured, younger husband. Sometimes painfully slow, almost pulling his dick right out of Knight's slack hole before snaking all the way back in again, sometimes blisteringly fast until the slapping sounds of their hips colliding became deafening. Sometimes he gripped Knight's hips, sometimes he scratched his back, sometimes he buried his fingers in Knight's silver hair and lightly tugged at it.

Knight loved every second of it. Every single, tiny, minuscule second!

But all good things have to come to an end some time, and when Randy felt himself drawing close to his climax, he curled his arm under Knight's quivering stomach to grip his rock-hard cock and help him towards the finish line as well. Randy had barely touched him before Knight spilled his load - he'd been holding on by the skin of his teeth for what seemed like eternity by then - and Randy soon followed, coming with a grunt deep inside of Knight.

They stayed that way for a minute or two, joined together, but when the waves of pleasure battering Knight's skull began to wain and calm, the pain drew in like dark clouds in the sky.

Easing himself free, Randy wobbled over to Knight's bag to fetch a towel and wipe the mess off himself. 'I take it back,' he said with a chuckle, 'that was stunning!'

He didn't receive an answer so looked back over his shoulder to find Knight still strung out on the couch, not even a finger or strand of hair moved from when he'd left him.

'Everything ok there, Baby?' he asked with a smug grin.

'I... can't move,' Knight replied, his voice hoarse.

'Hope I didn't break anything,' Randy gloated. Yet still, Knight remained where he was, as still and lifeless as the couch itself. Randy started to become concerned. 'Eli? Is something wrong?'

Knight gave a ragged sigh, bitterly disappointed in himself for having to admit, 'my back's seized up. Knees too. I actually can't move. At all.'

'Oh shit,' Randy rushed to his side, looking the frozen man up and down frantically. 'Here, I'll lift you.'

'No! Don't do that!' Knight yelped. 'It'll sort itself out in a few minutes, it always does.'

But that didn't sit right with Randy. 'There must be something I can do?'

It was sweet really, how much he cared for a creaky, washed-up old relic like Knight and the silver haired man couldn't help but smile at his lover's worry. 'My heat-pad's over there in the corner. And I have some painkillers in my bag - front left pocket.'

Randy followed his orders, carefully wrapping the heat-pad around Knight's waist and securing it in place then popping the pills into his mouth and helping him swallow them down with some water from his bottle. When he'd done everything he could, Randy crouched beside Knight's head and stroked his hair to soothe him until everything kicked in.

'Oh Baby,' he sighed. 'Why didn't you tell me?'

'I didn't want you to think I'm some brittle old man,' Knight admitted.

'I would never think that,' Randy sighed, nuzzling his face against his husband's. 'You should have told me I was hurting you.'

'It wasn't you, I felt it out in the ring during my match.'

'And you didn't say something? Eli, if this had been one of our baby husbands and they'd hurt themselves in the ring then never said anything and made it worse, we'd have gone nuts.'

'I know, I know, I'm a dummy,' Knight chuckled. 'I may be older but I aint wiser.' He paused, tried to shift his hips and grunted. 'I guess I just... don't want to admit that I'm coming to the end of my career.'

'Says who?'

Knight shot Randy a raised brow. 'I'm frozen in place like a goddamn human footstool right now.'

They both laughed at that and the ridiculousness of the situation. Once the mirth had died down, Randy picked the conversation back up again. 'It has to end some time,' he noted, sadly. Knight felt the knots tighten again, only this time, it was around his heart. 'But not yet. I'm older than you and I'm not ready to hang up my boots just yet, so why should you? We're still showing these younger guys up, right?'

'Sure are,' Knight agreed, rolling his shoulder. The muscles were finally starting to loosen.

'Then why stop? There's still some gas left in these rusty old tanks, let's keep driving that dusty road.'

At last Knight was able to push himself up. Grimacing at every creak and snap of his tired bones, he sat back on his ragged knees and tilted his head fondly at his husband. 'You were always the more poetic one,' he smiled and Randy stood up to kiss his lips.

'And you were always the cutest one.' Knight's cheeks turned pink at that, confirming Randy's words. 'Now, will a hot shower help with your back?'

'Depends. Are you gonna join me?'

Randy rolled his eyes. Helping his silver-haired husband up to his feet, he held him close to his side as they hobbled their way to the showers. 'You never learn, do you?'

'I sure hope not!'

'Good thing Daddy is here to take care of you.' Randy kissed Knight's cheek. 'Love you, Baby.'

'Love you, Daddy.'

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(introductory post)

I'm formerly @biromantic-barbie but that blog has been put to rest, so now I'm starting over here.

I make photo edits of the fandoms I'm interested in. New edits as well as old edits will be tagged #thisbarbieisdefyinggravityedits.

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A story of progress | Chris Evans

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Tron x program!Reader: Game Changer

Word Count: 667 Warnings/Notes: Angst, mentions of derezzing of a program, and complimenting Tron. Summary: The Reader, a program, seeks out Tron in regards to the new rules during The Games.

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  The microcycle was almost complete in the Grid. Almost. It had been quite a while since the disc games had ended. You usually enjoyed watching the events, and to witness the skills of other programs. However, this time you walked away from the stadium alone in your state of grief and mourning. Outside of those feelings, you only had one thought. And that thought drove you to seek out Tron, the protector of the Grid and the programs within it.

  As you waited in the elevator, rising to the End of the Line club, you battled internally. You did not want to think back to the events of the Games. Remembering the derezzing. How the data crumbled into a pile of what was left of a program.   The elevator stopped and the joyous sounds of the club reached your sensors. Walking over the gridded flooring, you made your way straight toward the counter for the bar. It was a better start than any. Maybe Shaddox knew of Tron’s whereabouts.   Tron was always there when a program was in need. It was practically common knowledge. Whether it be Gridbugs eating their way through the architecture or a simple little misstep. There was nothing he could not protect you all from, and it showed.

  As you neared, you saw the tall and broad shouldered Shaddox standing behind the counter. He was already conversing with another program hunched over their drink. Tron.   Shaddox looked over toward you with a greeting smile as you approached.   Tron turned his head with a defeated smile as you sat on the stool beside him.   “Hello, Tron.”   “It’s good to see you, my friend.”   “Likewise, though I hope I am not disturbing you.”   Tron’s smile grew. “No. You could never. Is there something that you want or need to discuss?”   “Yes, actually. I went to one of the Games recently—I hadn’t gone in a while, but my friend wanted to compete again. They’re quite good. Not as good as you, of course,” you smiled briefly at the memories. However, even Tron saw the fall of your expression. “My friend…he did not win his last game and Clu’s guards derezzed him. The other programs did not seem surprised. Some even cheered. I don’t understand, Tron.”   Tron’s brows knitted together, his gaze downcast. “Clu has changed the games. Under his orders, his guards derezz all losing programs.”   You leaned closer, hopeful. “Can you talk to him about this? Change his mind by helping him see reason?”   “I spoke with him about this very issue. However, he thinks that what he is doing is right; helpful and a solution to a problem.”   “He doesn’t understand?” Your voice small in the lively club ambience.   Solemnly, Tron looked to you and put a gentle hand to your shoulder. “I am sorry for the unnecessary loss of your friend. Truly, I am. But I fear that Clu will not change his decision.”   Putting your own hand on top of his, you gave it a small squeeze. “Thank you, Tron. And thank you for everything you do to protect the Grid and all programs. The change in the Games, the derezzing of innocent programs, I’m sure is difficult for you. But just know that there are programs who appreciate you.”   A sad smile quirked up a corner of his lips. “I wish I could do more.”   Pulling his hand to his chest, you shook your head and released his hand. “You already do so much, Tron. You’re only one program.”   “Protecting is what I am meant to do,” he affirmed. “I will do what I must.”   Tron straightened to his full height. “I have to go now, but please stay. Try to enjoy yourself. Shaddox will be more than happy to assist you,” he smiled at the program.

  Shaddox and yourself watched as Tron left toward the exit. A strong walk amongst the fluid motions of the crowd.   “He’s very dedicated,” you observed respectfully from afar.   “He’s the best.”   “Indeed.”

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