#tron dedication

[samsdisneydiary]

Tron Lightcycle / Run Dedication Ceremony | March 14, 2023 | Walt Disney World Tomorrowland

Recorded March 14, 2023, this is the complete Dedication Ceremony for Walt Disney World’s Newest attraction. TRON Lightcycle / Run in Magic Kingdoms Tomorrowland. Start Planning Your next Walt Disney World Adventure today with Touringplans.com  

[spaceandthedigitalfrontier]

thought: since we're all pretty upset with the direction of tr/3n...why don't we just Goncharov the third movie?

Not Tron Aries. The actual Tron 3. The one made with love for it's fans. You know the one I'm talking about.

[coupleofdays]

Whatever happened to Walter Gibbs?

He was the founder of ENCOM, sidelined when Dillinger rose to power, so I really wonder what happened to him once Dillinger was kicked out and Kevin Flynn took over. As far as I can tell, he isn't mentioned in Tron Legacy or in any related media, which I do think is a shame, especially considering that he's the first character who actually states the central premise of the film: That the "spirits" of those who create computer programs live on inside the computer. He was probably speaking metaphorically, but I wonder how he would react if Flynn had told him of his experiences in the digital world.

Gibbs' actor, Barnard Hughes, had unfortunately died a few years before Legacy, and considering that the character was old and gray-haired even in the 80s film, it's sadly not unlikely that Gibbs would be dead as well by the time that the sequel film is set in. I would like to think that Flynn offered him a high-ranking position in the company, and perhaps that Gibbs declined, being happy to be tinkering with hardware as a part of the laser research division. And even though Flynn apparently kept his own laser "experiments" secret from the rest of the company, even from people like Alan and presumably Lora, I would like to think that he eventually told Gibbs about it, since he might think that Gibbs would understand and appreciate the revelation that computer programs literally contain the spirits of their creators. It's the least Kevin could do for the father of both ENCOM and the digtizing laser, I think. I would also like to believe that his digital counterpart, Dumont, would live on long after Gibbs' passing, and that Flynn told him about the greatness of his User as well.

[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

[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.

[gotbreads]

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!

[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.'

[rainbowkisses31]

A story of progress | Chris Evans

Actor @ChrisEvans believes the user appreciates the effort, the passion and the dedication that clearly goes into the product – whether it’s a new film or the all-new, fully electric Audi Q6 e-tron. Coming March 18th, 2024. #Q6etron

[blackghostm2o]

Omfg! I've just discovered that there was a whole ass ARG before the release of Tron Legacy (FLYNN LIVES)

LOOK AT THAT VIDEO!!! FULL DEDICATED WEBSITES, A RECREATION OF FLYNN'S ARCADE, PEOPLE HUNTING FOR CLUES, PEOPLE 'GETTING INTO' THE END OF THE LINE, FLYNN'S NOTES ON HIS PROJECTS, AN ENCOM PRESS CONFERENCE AND INTERVIEW WITH ALAN BRADLEY, THAT GORGEOUS LIGHTCYCLE. MY GOODNES WHOEVER HAD THE IDEA WAS A FUCKING GENIUS.

Is there someone in here that participated in it? If yes, please tell me how it really was/ how it went, if it was really this cool.

Idk why but I find all of it really exciting, even tho, if I knew about it back in the day, I wouldn't have been able to participate because I live in Europe and I was a lil kid.

Damn... It would be really cool to have something similar rn, but Disney really fell off and would never put so much effort into something like this ever again.

[rubberizer92]

🌟 Let's Dive into the Extraordinary Top 12 in the Enchanting "Tantalizing Tron"! 🌟

Gentlemen of our esteemed rubberized society, the time has come to unveil the extraordinary Top 12 contenders who have danced their way into the spotlight in Season 8 of OBEY! 🏆🌠 Your passion, dedication, and unyielding votes have determined their fate, and the journey is just beginning!

In our quest to ensure that every voice is heard, we offer not one, not two, but three splendid avenues for you to cast your votes – the Instagram feed, the immersive world of Instagram Stories, and the nostalgic embrace of Tumblr voting. Your influence knows no bounds! 🗳️📱

Now, let us introduce you to Anton, our dynamic candidate representing the architectural wonders of Austria. Anton is not just a name; it's a symbol of unwavering commitment. As a renowned architect, Anton dedicates his life to shaping the future of his homeland. 🏛️🏗️

Imagine Anton crafting breathtaking buildings, tirelessly working to create structures that seamlessly blend the old world charm with modern aesthetics. His role as an architect is not just a profession; it's a testament to his devotion to the Voice and his pledge to shape our society's future.

As we embark on this exhilarating journey with Anton in OBEY Season 8, remember that your votes hold the key to his success. Join us in supporting this extraordinary architect, and together, let's make his dreams a reality! 🌟💫

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[lady-of-the-puddle]

All right I've been holding this back for a while but now you get to see my

Rating Tron's Exes

list

The boy:

See? him face

And now the exes:

FIRST UP WE HAVE

1. Dyson

Bougie Rat Bastard 3000

Is the Worst™

Absolute dork loser

Made a grab for power and betrayed his brother his captain hiS KING

Not even hot

2/10 Sucks like the vacuum he is

2. Clu

Discount fuck boi god wannabe

Okay listen

There's chemistry between them

Even if it's toxic af

He's part of Kevin of course he and Tron dated

Yes it was full of hate

Esp when he was stuck as Rinzler 😏

But sometimes u gotta date an asshole to know what u dont want

0/10 Actual Nazi

3. Able

Daddy? Sorry

FATHER material

Has stable job and income

Firm but kind and caring

Will tell u to stfu

Divorce was mutual and they got split custody of Beck so pretty chill breakup overall

10/10 Need I say more

4. Cyrus

Boundaries Were Crossed

Yet another betrayal *sigh*

My boi Tron knows how to pic em

Somehow more crazy than Clu

But less Nazi at least???

Spectacular revenge plot tbh

Looks pretty sick 😎

World's Messiest Breakup

5/10 Dedicated to the bit

4.1 Beck

CRACK SHIP I SWEAR

I know y'all are about to come for me

But listen

Programs have no concept of age

This ship is purely for fun for me, I highly ship them as father and son usually (see: Able)

Something about the desperation and trust issues between them speak to me

We all know it would never work out

7/10 doomed by the narrative (if we HAD ANY)

5. Flynnster

fuck boi God SUPREME

I am highly biased on this

loves Tron so much he ported him from the old system

Spent more time with him than with his own son (-1 point for that)

named everything after him

Tron was ready to give up his own life to save him

ANGST

never officially broke up but he thought he was derezzed so that counts

9/10 HERE WE STAND WORLDS APART HEARTS BROKEN IN T- ok I'll stop

6. Ram

Cinnamon Roll too pure yadda yadda

Wide eyed sweetheart

Never did anything wrong in his short cycle

Was in a brief polycule with Tron and Flynn

Only broke up because he derezzed

What's not to like

11/10 perfect angle

7. Yori

HER

Unpopular opinion y'all are about to murder me

They were each other's beards

She's a nerd lesbian

Because she's hot and I want a chance with her I want her to be

They simply realized they preferred other programs and amicably broke up

She calls him up from the first system every now and then and they spill some hot tea and rebellion tips

100/10 bc im in love with her here have another pic

Anyone I missed?

In conclusion, all users and programs desire Tron carnally, grid's biggest slut, he's in nothing and is my everything thank you for coming to my TRON Talk next time I'll rate Beck's exes cause that's been overcooking in my brain too

[siberat]

Mega/tron x Sound/wave pt 2

here is the conclusion of the mega/tron x sound/wave Drabble. Chubfic, first kiss, belly rubs

The pace was slow and steady, giving Mega/tron plenty of time to enjoy the taste of the sweet cake. Each mouthful was delightful, filling him with momentary peace and happiness. At least until the aches and pains crept in.

While the treat was practically finished, the Warlord’s belly was obnoxiously distended. It swelled well over his hips and spilled onto his lap. Fresh stretchmarks appeared, creating a bothersome itching sensation. His clawed servos rubbed at the massive beast, but the taunt, overstuffed belly would not cease to ache!

But that fork kept pressing to his lips, and those lips kept opening to receive the offering. The Decep/ticon kept devouring until it became such a chore to swallow. There were only a few more bites left, but was there enough room?

He felt so bloated and full. His abdomen was heavy, as if he had swallowed an enormous boulder. Pain radiated out from the belly crest and pulsed through his lower frame like a stabbing sensation. And once the spasms kicked in, it was as if the stabbing knife was being twisted!

Mega/tron grimaced as another angry growl quaked through his tummy. “No more…” His helm turned to the side, denying any more food to be shoved into his maws. He felt hot as he struggled to gasp for breath.

Sound/wave tilted his helm to the side while still holding the utensils. Mega/tron only growled in response. The blue mech ex-vented and relaxed, his tentacles moving towards that rounded gut.

“What-“ Mega/tron questioned but was silenced by those appendages gently gliding over his pained midsection. They moved sensually, sliding like a cyber-snake as they worked to message the tummy. Each rumble was chased and tended to. And each hug-like touch caused the insides of his tanks to gurgle.

The Warlord’s optics shot open as pressure built up. Bubbles tickled their way up his tanks as trapped air moved. No matter how he squirmed, there was no relief. At least, not until those air pockets were freed in the form of a loud belch.

‘Bllllllrrrroooooouuuuughhhhhhhhh”

And yes, it echoed through the room. Hell, Vehi/cons on the control deck probably heard that monstrous bark!

His cheeks flushed at such uncouth behavior, but his stomach felt better. While still present, the aches subsided. And this time, when that forkful of cake returned to his mouth, he opened wide.

Talk about a weird shift in events: first, the anger and disappointment in failing to retrieve the relic led to a secret binging session. Now, he was having what appeared to be a pampering session. Being fed his favorite treat while getting such a luxurious belly rub really hit the spot!

Sound/wave never let him down. The slender mech was with him when he first revolted against Cybertron’s corrupt senate. He stood by his side when forming the Decep/ticon’s. Hell, even back in the mine’s Sound/wave stuck with him-

A sudden thought crossed his mind. How odd was it that his most loyal ‘Con knew what kind of cake to serve? Was he the one ensuring the stock was readily available? Come to think of it, was he responsible for sneaking them in his lunch pail while working in the mines?

Once again, Mega/tron turned his head away from being fed. “Sound/wave…Back…back in the mines… was that you who surprised me with these round little cakes?”

The spindly blue mech nodded yes.

“And keeping the stock on board the ship?”

Once again, he nodded.

“Why?”

Sound/wave shrugged and patted at the belly with a tentacle while revving an engine.

“They…. They are my favorites…..” Mega/tron’s voice trailed off as he saw the other nod in agreement again. A funny feeling started to take over his body; a tingly feeling traveled from his spark to his pedes.

Why was Sound/wave treating him this way?

Yes, he was dedicated. Yes, he obeyed. And apparently, he knew just how to make him feel better—stuffing his belly so full of tasty energon food!

As the last mouthful was devoured, Mega/tron was shocked the entire dessert had been consumed!

The sound of the utensil being set on the empty plate rang, followed by pedesteps. Sound/wave vanished from sight, yet the belly rubs continued. In fact, the mechs servo’s gently cradled the gray helm, coaxing it to lean back and relax. Fingers gently rubbed tight circles at the temples.

The tension in his helm dissipated under the gentle touch of his subordinate. Closing his optics, the Warlord relaxed into the soothing touch, leaning back to further expose his bloated midsection. The chair creaked under the shifting weight but thankfully held firm. The rumbling sound of both his belly and Sound/waves engines quickly took his mind off previous stressors.

Primus, if this kept up, he was bound to fall asleep right here on the spot!

 But the question remained: Why was Sound/wave doing this? Not many mechs dared pamper the leader of the Decep/ticons. Slag—there weren’t many mechs Mega/tron would allow to touch him like this.

But Sound/wave was safe- he always was. Reflecting back, there was never a time his comrade’s presence wasn’t welcomed. In the mines, the companionship staved off the loneliness. In the gladiatorial pits, the blue mech tended to any wounds. And while on board the Neme/sis, he proved to be loyal.

 Sound/wave was one of his few trusted friends. In fact, he may be the only one bestowed with that honor.

And if his most dedicated follower wished to grope his belly, who was he to stop him? Sure, it was rather odd… having his chub groped and explored was not something he had experienced before. Hell, the tentacle even had no shame in creeping between flab rolls or pinching at his soft and squishy love handles. In fact, Mega/tron had to stifle a laugh on occasion- it just made his belly ache hurt worse!

But those hands on his helm didn’t stay put. They glided down his head, tracing along the cabling of his neck, then worked at messaging his tense shoulders. Mega/tron couldn’t help but purr at that contact. The cogs in his shoulders and through his back were tight as hell, and feeling that strong pressure aided in loosening the tension.

“Sound/wave….” Mega/tron cooed, a smile unknowingly appearing on his face. The soothing touches loosened his frame, easing all that tension and making him much more relaxed. The Warlord’s breathing slowed as his frame sank deep within the chair. With optics closed, the mech let up his defenses and allowed the other to touch as he pleased.

And before he knew it, those servos crept down over his broad chest, rubbing rhythmically in circles. Mega/tron didn’t stop him—the touch was welcomed and felt amazing. Upon feeling the warmth of Sound/waves ex-vets against his neck, he tilted his helm to the side.

So, how does one really show affection to a mech without a face? Apparently, through face snuggles. The masked mech gently pressed his helm to the others' neck cabling, like a cybercat rubbing its head adoringly upon its owner. The flier’s engines revved and purred while hands groped and tentacles hugged.

How long has it been since the Decep/ticon leader felt so valued? How long has it been since his frame felt so relaxed and well, tingly good? Or how long has it been since he felt so comfortable in another mech’s presence?

Too long. In fact, Mega/tron forgot that it was possible to ever feel this way- to feel so…. Well, just how was he feeling?

Safe.

Secure.

Cherished.

He knew he was in the presence of his most trusted ally, but his actions were still a tad confusing. What motives did his subordinate truly have? Why was he doting on him so much and caressing his frame so tenderly?

Mega/tron turned his helm to look at the other and was immediately met with Sound/wave’s helm. And something happened within his frame upon staring into that…. Well, masked visor? His spark pulsed faster as it felt like his breath was stolen. His body felt tingly, like anticipation right before a gladiatorial battle. His tummy quivered as if it held pesky little butterflies.

But as the duo stared at each other, neither dared to look away. Instead, the distance slowly closed as the tension grew. But this didn’t stop the Warlord from closing his optics and pressing his lips against the other’s…. well, glass.

And upon that intimate contact, Sound/wave vibrated with excitement. His arms snuggly hugged the larger mechs fame, and tentacles quivered over the rounded paunch as what could only be deciphered as happy little squeaks emitted.

As the pair rested their helms together, Mega/tron smiled softly. What exactly just happened?

While he may not have the answers, the gray mech liked whatever it was. And from the way Sound/wave vibrated around him, the feeling was mutual.

Perhaps he should stuff himself silly more often

[coupleofdays]

An important announcement from Disney about TRON Uprising

Today, Disney made an official statement about the status of the beloved TV series TRON Uprising:

“We began releasing episodes of TRON Uprising in 2012, and continued to do so until early 2013. After that, no more new episodes of the series were produced, not even the planned season finale. We know that the show had many dedicated fans, who were anxious to know what had happened to it. Unfortunately, due to various reasons, we never stated if the show had been cancelled or not, it was simply left in a ‘limbo’ of sorts. This sadly meant that the fans were left in doubt and uncertainty about the status of the show, and whether any new episodes would eventually be released. They have been holding out hope for many years now, that their beloved show would eventually be continued, or at least that the first season would receive its anticipated finale.

Now, we are happy to finally be able to announce what the fans have been waiting to hear for so long: As of today, TRON Uprising is officially cancelled, and you have our sincerest assurances that no new episodes will ever be produced for it. We are certain that this announcement will make the fans happy, putting any doubts to rest, and allowing them to be certain about what the official status of the show is.”

When asked for comment, Bruce Boxleitner simply grumbled “Yeah, that figures.”

[team-frightfur]

Imo, Shark vs IV round 1 (where Tron eggs IV on into throwing so he can brainwash Shark) is the peak of Zexal. Great duel, great animation, great characters, great buildup. It also establishes IV as a wet, beat-up, yet rabid and feral kitten. Just the sight of their raggedy fur and watery eyes makes you want to reach out and pet them but, the instant you get close enough, they latch onto your fingers with their teeth and try to kill you.

Shark vs IV round 2, otoh, is pretty bad. It's good in theory, but lacking in execution. Basically, Shark is having an identity crisis over being Nasch vs being Shark, so IV duels him to try and 'bring him back'.

This is actually really good because it makes the duel a redemptive foil to R1. IV was abused but, as Tron's son, was simultaneously deeply dedicated to his abuser. As a result, he was forced to bend himself painfully out of shape to (try and) please Tron. In reality, though, his efforts to please Tron were bad for everyone involved. III, IV, V, and Tron ALL suffered for not standing up to their abuser.

Shark isn't abused, but he IS loyal to his past life's soldiers, kingdom, and the Barian world. OTOH, he also clearly hates the thought of hurting his friends, including IV. As a result, he, too, is bending himself out of shape (and into Nasch). Thus, IV trying to 'bend him back' is his way of thanking Shark.

I love this! In theory! Just a few issues.

First off, IV keeps on talking about friendship. He and Shark are, like, barely friends. They've duelled together Once.

Secondly, it seems like IV lost all his personality traits along with his villainy. This is fair IF you consider his sadism as a coping mechanism (he was lashing out from his father's abuse and trying to feel powerful/in control/ worthwhile) since it would frame his new niceness as healing. Thing is, even if that WAS the case, having IV recover offscreen is extremely underwhelming. Have that shit happen onscreen! Show him struggling with his sadism! Don't Yuri him!

Thirdly, having IV die after failing to reach Shark comes off as more meanspirited than tragic because it wastes IV as a character. This guy had the best duel in all of Zexal, dropped off the face of the earth for 50 eps, came back for (1) tag duel against a Jellyfish Man, and then got killed by Shark. III and V don't even grieve him too heavily, they just pretend to mourn so they can give Yuma a pep talk!

Anyway, Here's Stuff We Needed in Zexal: I Can't Believe They Did IV Like That Edition

1. Shark having his own weird barian flashback dreams of his past as early as Zexal I. This not only matches Rio and foreshadows his past life as Nasch, but also allows the writers to develop his relationship with Dumon, his men, and his kingdom.

2. Rio should have been conscious during her first coma (the one IV caused), causing her to develop an emotional dependence on Shark. Since their parents are dead, Shark is her lifeline. Once he gives up on her, she's finished. This explains why she switches to being Merag so easily. For years, 'I go where Shark goes' has been her reality and she needs to unlearn that.

(I know that Rio is implied to switch to being Merag first but, in canon, she has, like, no reason to do that. Which is weak.)

(If you want to make things even rougher, make Shark's chronic class skipping a result of his trying to support Rio. This makes her feel guilty for 'ruining his high school life', further encouraging her to sacrifice her own 'life' as Rio for him.

3. A joke episode after Rio's second coma (from being possessed by Abyss) where IV turns out to be visiting Rio in secret (but only when Shark isn't around). Shark finds out about this 'mystery visitor' and stakes out Rio's room for three whole days. When the inevitable confrontation happens, IV swears to Shark that he'll protect Rio alongside him, causing the boys to form a Rio Protection Squad. This not only leads nicely into their duel with Jellyfish Man, but also provides an opportunity to develop IV, III and V in a 'normal' setting.

Example: Shark gets into a motorbike accident on the way to the hospital. While Shark is fine, his locket breaks in the crash. IV finds it and has it fixed, returning it to Shark shortly afterwards. Then, to pay IV back since "I hate owing favours" Shark offers to spot IV for something.

(Bonus: this makes Shark's act of throwing away his pendant even stronger as, rather than throwing away his past with his parents (who are dead) he's throwing away his past with a living friend.)

IV proceeds to stare blankly. Years of Middle Child Syndrome, Deranged Revenge Schemes, and Severe Parental Abuse have made a 'normal life' feel foreign to him. As a result, he has no hobbies or preferences (aside from the...sadomasochism).

Cue an annoyed, tired, and weary Shark watching IV wander around an amusement park. Somehow, they end up duelling a clown.

Unbeknownst to them, III and V are both stalking the pair . III is happy to see that IV and Shark made up, while V recognises that, in failing to stand up to Tron, he failed III and IV as a brother (and Tron as a son). You know, the big theme of his duel with Kaito in Zexal I (Where Kaito is like 'It's because I still love my Dad that I have to punch him out of all this villain bullshit' and V is like 'you have such wisdom. I wish it wasn't too late to sock my dad...').

Ultimately, IV reveals that he hates amusement parks, causing Shark to push him into oncoming traffic. As a fight breaks out, III admits to V that he wanted to try out the rides with IV. V smiles and says he'll take them both sometime.

The implication is that IV liked the park but wanted something to hold over Shark, nodding to his social awkwardness, communication issues, and lingering sadistic tendencies.

4. A scene where, after IV dies, we see III and V genuinely grieve.

Example: Recall that III and V spent ages separated from V. Recall that, once V and Tron got them back, they were stuck in an abusive situation. Recall that they only escaped that situation like, 3 months ago. One way to communicate the tragedy of this is to have them flashback to happy moments, but all those happy moments are either from when III and IV are VERY young + the last three months. This visually hammers in the tragedy of the situation. V, in his eyes, wasted his time with IV. III, in his eyes, will never get to have a future with IV. IV, in trying to save Shark from going through the same pain as he went through (being bent out of shape) sacrificed the future with his brothers he was fighting for.

As for time, idk. Just. Cut the Tomato guy or someshit. There's so much useless filler in Zexal. if Zexal had HALF the planning power of Arc V they could EASILY have built up this plot.

Sorry, I just. Needed to rant. IV is my favourite character but he got done SO dirty.

[zmyaro]

I saw Sonic 3 yesterday, and as I anticipated, it wasn't good, but it was fun. Spoiler-free thoughts first:

The good: They did a good job adapting the Sonic plot points they chose to the established movie universe. Better than I expected. Also, I was as skeptical of casting a big name like Keanu Reeves as Shadow as I was about Idris Elba as Knuckles, and I was just as wrong. While Jim Carrey got more Jim Carrey, Knuckles and Shadow were Knuckles and Shadow.

I seriously don't have huge complaints about the story overall. It was a ridiculous story that struck a balance between the ridiculousness of the plot points in the games and the slightly more grounded movie universe, and I accept the concessions they had to make to work with the established movie canon.

My biggest complaint: It continues the trend of these writers wanting everything to be explicitly said/shown even if it would hit better if left as an implication. There are things I would have liked more of the runtime dedicated to, but every punchline had to be spelled out, every reference or cameo needed someone to point to and explain it, and they had to be sure you knew Jim Carrey was Jim Carrey. Without this issue, 3 would probably be my favorite of the movies so far.

⚠️ Now I am going to get increasingly spoilery ⚠️

I thought the first act of the movie was generally great. In particular, the first fight against Shadow was probably the best action sequence in the movie, and at the time, it got me excited for the rest of the movie.

TBH, I thought the CG characters' stories were generally pretty good. It makes me wonder how much of the script wasn't fully polished when they shot the live action portions because the non-VFX human characters' stories were the weakest.

The first act set up Director Rockwell as the face of a G.U.N. that was starting to distrust Team Sonic (maybe like the rogue agents in the Knuckles series), but by the final act, Rockwell kind of disappeared. She wasn't knocked out of action like Tom or Walters; it felt as though the writers forgot about her when she left the screen

My biggest spoilery complaints are about the finale. After that early fight seemed to have thought and effort put into the choreography, the final fight felt like too much watching distant CG explosions. I recognize Super Sonic and Shadow have significantly less interesting attacks than a cast of Marvel heroes, but compare a memorable sequence from the better Avengers movies' finales—there are distinct moments in the fight, and characters use a variety of moves, individually and together, against the waves of generic enemies. Instead, the most unique moves were saved for…Jim Carrey spanking himself with CG robot hands?

It made the victory against the eclipse cannon feel like an afterthought instead of something they fought for and achieved because of how much of that fight was just the loading bar of the Sonic + Shadow distant glowing line getting closer to the station while other things happened.

Also, given their willingness to use other licensed music, why so shy about just playing “Live & Learn”?

Finally, the mid-credits scene. As with #SonicMovie2's, the writers needed one more chance to not leave anything as an implication. If they wrote Avengers: Assemble, the post-credits scene would have required a character to go, “Oh my god, that's Thanos, The Mad Titan!”

Oh, one smaller nitpick: Eggman's newest costume continues the trend of live-action-adaptation-of-2D-character costume designers putting random circuitry patterns all over. I love that aesthetic in a Tron, and sometimes in a Marvel, but it felt out of place here 😕