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ofpineapplesanddawns · 2 years ago

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The start of his troubles and the start of Aziradroid's delights.

Warning: mentioned prejudice towards cyborgs, drinking, Aziraphale is a much brattier, cattier version of Castor from Tron Legacy

And yes, Aziraphale's bar is called The Grid, because I'm not clever and I forgot the name of Castor's actual club. Plus, it sounds very sci-fi-like

On with the fic!

It shouldn't be this easy to hack his way into the most selective nightclub in the city, but Crowley was the best. At least he seemed to see himself as such, as he'd yet to be caught for his hacking jobs.

This, however, wasn't a job. This was just him being nosy and wanting to see what the fuss was all about, why everyone who was anyone just had to come to The Grid. From what Crowley could find out, which wasn't much because there was a vow of secrecy, the owner served only the most elite in the city, and anything could happen there.

Also, the drinks are supposed to be mind blowing, so that's a plus.

Crowley showed off his 'ID' to the bouncer, using a name he had hacked into the guest list when he was able to finally get past all the firewalls and security traps earlier in the day. He flashed the bouncer a winning smile and stepped into the elevator with some of the other guests.

He recognized some of their faces, rich business people, stars, e-celebrities who got their fame doing nothing but looking attractive, the usual crowd he expected to be here. They probably paid out the nose for a chance to come here, Crowley used money he wire from off-shore bank accounts he had accessed from rich assholes.

The elevator reached the top floor of the building, where the club itself was, and he stepped out. He could tell that even with his shades on, this place was horrendously white and modern, even more so than his sparsely decorated flat in the Mayfair sector.

Still, it was filled with people wearing the latest fashion, the music was pumping through speakers, the DJs were androids who clearly seemed to be enjoying their job, and the bar was right there, practically screaming Crowley's name.

He slipped past people, moving like a snake to make his way over. He found an open seat and turned to the bartender, a rather handsome and well dressed android who clearly did not fit the minimalist, Apple-Store aesthetic of this place.

"And what would the gentleman like this evening?" The bartender asked.

"Uhh... whatever's your strongest, fruitiest drink?" Crowley shrugged.

"That would be the Forbidden Knowledge, coming right up." The bartender smiled and Crowley watched as he zipped across the floor on a track that his body was connect to.

As he waited for his drink, Crowley looked around. People were wearing lights on their clothes, which fit the look of the interior of the club, but removing his shades, Crowley's eyes hurt. It was too... white, to smooth and blank in here.

"Uhg, hideous." He sniffed.

"What is?" Came the question from the person who sat down next to him.

Crowley looked, surprised to see a man dressed in whites and grays, hints of blue decorating his very expensive clothing. His hair was whiter than his outfit, slicked back, and his eyes were bright, staring. His lips curled into a smile as he rested his chin on a hand, relaxing against the bar.

"The theme of this room. I feel like I'm about to be put on a table and examined by doctors." Crowley scoffed, then thanked the bartender when he placed a very red looking drink in front of him. Taking a sip, Crowley's mouth felt tight from the tart and sweet combo he tasted, fuck, that's good.

"Ah?" The stranger raised an eyebrow. "I rather like it, makes it seem open, welcoming to all sorts, not tacky and themed."

"Themed like a hospital room." Crowley mumbled against his straw, taking another drink as he looked at the shelves behind the bar, frowning quizzically. "The fuck?"

"What is it?"

"Are those... are those books? E-readers?"

They both looked where Crowley was gesturing, to a shelf in the middle of the shelves full of bottles and glasses. There were a number of old looking books, organized in a strange way, along with what was clearly a few ancient e-readers, turned on and opened to different stories, from what Crowley could tell.

"Ah." The stranger chuckled. "The owner has a thing for old books, even though everyone tells him they are no longer necessary and are out of style. Even in this age where the young people are interested in retro things."

"You don't see many books out in the open like that, seems reckless."

"Oh, but Mr. Fell is so good about his collection, he never lets a single one get damaged." The man spoke, taking a glass of wine that was offered to him.

Crowley raised an eyebrow at this. "Yeah? And do you know Mr. Fell personally?"

Mr. Fell was a well-known name, mostly in the underground. He was a mystery, the owner of the club, and yet most have never seen him before. He often uses someone else to speak for him, his assistant, a woman named Tracy. Rumor has it that he's an android.

The stranger smiled around the rim of his glass. "I am an... associate of his, I work very closely with him. And he won't take too kindly to your complains, Mr..."

"AJ." Crowley spoke. "AJ Vincent." It was a fake name he used, and he had quite a number of them. He rarely used his real name around strangers.

"Mr. AJ Vincent." The man's smile was sweet like sugar laced poison. "He is not a fan of critique."

"Not many are." Crowley snorted and took a long drink from his glass. "Doesn't really stop people from doin' it. Look, my shades need to stay on in here, or else I may go blind!"

The man paused, then let out a laugh. "You are a bit of a smart mouthed brat, aren't you, darling?"

"I've been told worse." Crowley smirked, though it dropped as he listened to some people behind him.

They were talking about something that had happened earlier in the day, about a bill that's trying to pass for better care for cyborgs. Many were against it, wasn't it better to remain human and not a computer? Though others argued that getting turned into an android was a better solution, less health concerns and pains through operations, and a longer like, as cyborgs often didn't live as long as they should.

Crowley was living five years longer than he had been expected to, he was all for cyborg rights, but no one needed to know what was hidden under his fashionable clothes.

The stranger sighed, running a gloved finger over the rim of his glass. "All this talk about who deserves rights and who doesn't isn't good for the mind. And political issues aren't really meant to be spoken here."

He sounded annoyed, like this was a problem for him. "Excuse me, darling AJ, but I need to have a... chat with a guest."

Crowley frowned and worked on his drink, before hearing the bartender sigh. "Oh dear, that's not going to end well."

"What isn't?" Crowley asked.

"Mr. Fell has a policy for people who break his rules."

"And that policy is...?"

"Well, you break his rules, you can have several things happen. One, you can be kicked out. Two, you can be banned. Three, your reputation can be destroyed in a matter of hours. Or four, which is... the worst... well, last time that happened, the poor human had been torn apart."

Crowley's eyes widened and he turned around, watching as the white-haired stranger smiled sweetly as he pulled someone through the crowd.

"I do hope, for his sake, that he is just kicked out." The bartender sighed and moved to start polishing a glass.

Crowley swallowed, right. Okay. Maybe he should leave, he doubted a hacker would be allowed in here, and he doubted he'd get off with a slap on the wrist if he got caught.

But then again, Crowley was never good at listening to his own advice.

He wanted to come back, for the challenge.

Crowley is a hacker, but his day job is IT because it's easier for him to do than other work, considering his arms and the majority of his spine is cyborg technology.

He also has no idea he just met the mysterious Mr. Fell, a rare feat for anyone who comes to the club, since most don't know who he is or what he looks like.

Only the androids on staff and Tracy know.

And next time Crowley returns, he's gonna cause some trouble. Haven't decided what that trouble is yet, but something will occur. Third time is a strike out, and he finds out that the rumors of Mr. Fell's robotic nature are actually true.

#good omens #aziraphale #crowley #anthony j crowley #ineffable husbands #john's drabbles

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radiantlyrey · 1 year ago

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Thoughts on Uprising Ep 7 The Price of Power

- (apparently there’s no “the” in the title???? why?????)

- cold open shows Shaw the scientist, who comes off as the typical misguided evil scientist type. possibly trying out his invention on himself, given his reaction when Beck tries to save him?? He’s an interesting one-scene character, if a little one-note.

- speaking of Beck: kiddo seems pretty upset that he couldn’t save Shaw. Beck’s humanity towards even his enemies has been pretty well established at this point, but I like that he does fail sometimes to save and or spare people (see also the Black Guard from ep1)

- meanwhile in the B plot: Bartik and Hopper are harassing Zed again, with Mara not taking their guff. Also Zed’s crush is showing again, poor guy. Pulling from later in the episode, I am still fucking BOGGLED that Bartik here and Bartik in Legacy are the same fucking guy!!! How do you go from collaborating with the fascist regime to……. leading an uprising faction against it???? Like HOLY SHIT. Forget Beck; I wanna know what the arc of Bartik’s story is!!!!!!!

- back at Tron’s place: infodump about what the disc add on does, Beck works at a place with a thing that can destroy it, etc. that said: “when are you ever not serious?” OOH BURN NICELY DONE BECK. Also it’s fucking true; Tron is The Grid’s Biggest Grump. Still love him tho…..

- and then, because Beck has a Saving People Thing, he falls right in the middle of Paige’s trap and has to use the weapon to get out and this is why I don’t like this episode!!! I do not like amped up, cocky Beck one fucking bit. I had an epiphany later in the episode, this ep is basically the Spider-Man 3 plot condensed into 22 mins and Beck is basically Symbiote Peter here and I Do Not Like It. I get it, I do, but I really don’t enjoy it at all.

- back at the B plot, it’s nice to see Beck actually like. Interacting with his friends for once. Less nice that it’s under these circumstances (with the shitty personality nonsense), but yeah.

- And then Beck, who is not a great decision maker in the best of times, decides to go and make EVEN WORSE DECISIONS. WHY DID YOU THINK THROWING DOWN WITH TESLER WAS A GOOD IDEA, HON?????????? UGHHHHHHHH

- nice to see Beck snap out of it when Able gets hurt, at least. Kiddo does still have his principles, if nothing else. Also Able recognizing Beck as Tron is interesting as fuck and I hope it is explored more. And then later Zed’s comment about the Renegade: “he’s a menace!!” Which made me think of J. Jonah Jameson and make that Spider-man connection up there and I kinda want a meme or something of that Idk

- back at Tron’s place: THE GIRLS ARE FIGHTINGGGGGGGGGG

- Tron alluding to Beck’s mental as well as physical strength interests me, given the details I have seen about Cyrus (no spoilers here plz, I only watched up to Cyrus’ intro episode 10 years ago, soooo….). And for all that he is a Certified Grump, Tron does seem to care about Beck’s well-being in a prickly, distant parent kind of way, so it’s nice for him to express that belief that Beck will do the right thing.

- meanwhile the ongoing pissing contest between Pavel and Paige continues!! Those two guys, I swear. And then Pavel gets hold of the weapon and is even more insufferable than usual with it, because of course he is. The fight between him and Beck has great music at least, I’ll give it that. Also love that Beck gets it and destroys it instead of keeping it for himself; good strength of character stuff.

- meanwhile: EYYYY ZED DID A GOOD WITH MARA BUT SHE WAS UNCONSCIOUS BUT BECK DID ZED A SOLID (AND OPE BECK DON’T BLOW YOUR FRICKIN COVER MY DUDE)

- and then the coda: the weapon is self-repairing!!! EEK FUCK DAMN. That ain’t fucking good, given that Pavel has it. (And given that Beck has the other half…….) also my theory when I first watched this episode 10 years ago is that that weapon was incorporated into Tron when Clu turns him into Rinzler?? Just because of the harsh gravelly effect it has on the program’s voice, and the enhanced strength and agility it gives. No idea if it’s what actually happens, but. It is a theory.

May or may not watch the next episode tonight; it’s 9:30 and I’m tired and wide awake at the same time so Who Knows!!!!

#tron #tronblr #tron: uprising #skye liveblogs things

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wedgemccloud · 2 years ago

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I kept a lot of high spirits even through Rise of the Skywalker. It was bad, but I just rode with it, even with the people around me obviously annoyed. I’ve been through worse Star Wars stories. Bad writing decisions in the prequels, in the games, in the books...

I heard the spoilers and had already braced for the kiss. The moments of repeating the same fakeout of “oh no, character you care about died! ...Not!” three times weren’t known to me, but they had already told me they were checked out with this one and I found my own fun.

You wanna know the single moment where I knew they wasted the potential of the series?

This moment. This was the same moment I had as when I saw Tron: Legacy in theaters and (spoiler alert!!1) Tron turns back to his old self and turns on Clu, saying “I fight for the users!” and I was hype despite seemingly no one else in the theater getting it. I was the only person in my group of like six people who saw the original Tron. That line was for, basically, me.

*points at my username*

This moment in RotS was for me as well. I read the Rogue Squadron novels as a kid and played the Rogue Squadron games. I put both my hands up in the theater the exact same way I did watching Tron: Legacy.

And I just wish it meant more.

He was a cameo that basically didn’t do anything, part of a massive “all the cavalry has shown up” battle against a bullshit ass-pull enemy fleet, after a cavalcade of bad writing decisions had taken the wind out of everyone else.

This was like... the only thing that I wanted that I ended up getting from RotS.

And that’s utterly damning.

Which drives me nuts because it was all so simple. I know some of the plot twists in TLJ were controversial (and I don’t mean by the anti-SJW crowd; Phasma was done dirty) but at least you could see what the idea was. RotS felt like it gave up. It over-corrected, ignored, and just wanted everything done in ways that especially frustrate someone like me who sees things in terms of how they could be fixed, how even a bad decision could still be done better.

I knew all in the post above wasn’t going to happen. Even still, I thought they would nail ONE of them. But, at the end of it all, I literally only got one thing.

I got Wedge. For half a minute.

(And Rey with a yellow lightsaber because that was what I always used in games and even that was a fucking MESS of a moment.)

Me leaving the theatre December 17 2015: Wow! I can’t wait for Finn to become a Jedi and lead a storm trooper revolution, and Rey to be a skywalker/Kenobi, and Poe to be a main character with development and lead with Leia, and Luke helping his sister lead the new rebellion and train Finn and Rey. And Hux and Kylo and Phasma are gonna be an evil trio! So much cool stuff is gonna happen!

#*sigh*#I really like a lot about the sequel trilogy #but even with as much as I like what Rian Johnson did #each entry clashes with the others #even both JJ films #it needed a single vision #and a single person really steering the ship #and I mean it needed its George Lucas #not all this (especially anti-SJW) whinging at Kathleen Kennedy

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cmdr-prio · 1 year ago

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20/06/3309

12:12 UTC

Every time I wake up, I have to check galnet to make sure I haven’t lost time again. This must be what it feels like to come out of a coma. The universe hasn’t significantly changed, but now something’s going on with the thargoid war, there’s some kind of cult involved, and I guess people get paid to find plants now?

There’s a lot I need to catch up on when I reach the end of this journey.

My brain feels like a neutron star’s firing off in it today. But you don’t get to take a day off when it makes the difference between living and dying.

My next waypoint is Eos Aowsy ZW-J c22-50. Aowsy feels like something Doge would say after getting bonked with a baseball bat.

Frell.

I just realised my already outdated meme knowledge is even further out of date.

In any case, I want to try reaching at least two waypoints today before calling it quits.

Heh. “Today.”

A measurement of time based on a planet we’ve long since drifted away from. We can’t forget our roots, I guess.

Well. Time to find something to blast into my ears, and fire up the engines again.

13:01 UTC

Here’s the thing about space. It’s really big. I know there’s already that famous quote about how big space is, but hear me out here.

The human brain was not designed to comprehend these kinds of scales. Hell, there are things planetside that are simply too big for a human to really comprehend beyond a theoretical level.

You might understand a mile. Maybe in terms of a distance you can run, or drive in a car. Ten miles, sure. But 100? Or 1000?

I am travelling lightyears. I am so far away from Sol, that by the time one photon from there were to reach me, I’ll have been long dead. Possibly in the “thousands of years” sense, I haven’t done the math.

And it’s just a few orange lines on a map.

Honestly, I’ve seen some ships that I’d say are big enough to be beyond human comprehension in terms of scale. Space stations definitely are.

I think about this a lot. Star Trek loved to show us the Enterprise, but it was rarely in a context that allowed you to truly comprehend the scale, at least in the early days.

One of the first things Red Dwarf shows us is a solitary person painting the side of the ship. The camera pulls out until they aren’t even visible any more, and the camera just keeps going. You’re very clearly shown that this ship, is really frelling big.

As you may guess, by the fact I’ve taken the time to write an essay about how my brain is too small, I’m at my first waypoint. On to the next.

♫ Currently listening to: Daft Punk - TRON Legacy Soundtrack ♫

14:23 UTC

One of the systems on the way here(Dryau Aowsy KN-B c13-1001) had a whole buncha stars, and I couldn’t help but think of the line “There are three suns and no women, WHAT ELSE AM I SUPPOSED TO DO?!!”

I’m currently parked on some rock in Dryau Aowsy SZ-X c14-982, with a pretty decent view to boot.

Though I did notice this nearby while zooping the camera around.

Is this something I should be worried about? I’m not brave enough to drive my scarab over there for a closer look. Probably just a mildly interesting rock. Right..?

14:44 UTC

Nothing new to report. I’ve just been sitting here waiting to see if this migraine will weaken. But I have realised that when I finally reach Sagittarius A*, I’ve totally forgotten how to safely approach space stations from supercruise, and I don’t have an assist module. I vaguely remember something about controlling your speed to keep it around 7 seconds away, which is how I’ve been approaching planets, but a planetary approach will automatically drop me out of supercruise when the time is right. I don’t think approaching a station will? Does my ship alert me when it’s time to drop out of SC? I really don’t remember.. The training sims all used SC assist...

♫ Currently listening to: Henry Jackman - Kick-Ass: The Score ♫

15:35 UTC

I’ve made it to Ogairy LC-M c7-338. There’s like 7 waypoints left from here.

22 jumps per waypoint, that’s like.. 154 jumps? I can do 154 jumps, when my map settings were frelled up I was making like 180 jumps a day.

There’s a real chance I can finish this relatively soon.

Just don’t think about the journey back.

Honestly I’m wondering if I’ll be able to hitch a ride on a fleet carrier or something to get back. Depends who’s around I guess.

Though I shouldn’t be in such a rush to leave Sag-A* when I get there. I should take some time to enjoy the victory.

When I get there.

15:50 UTC

Okay, so I’ve been pondering my options. I think I’m going to step out of the cockpit for a bit. Get some food in me. I’ll publish this log for now. I’ve been wanting to keep one day’s events as a single log, to keep things tidy, but I guess I’ll make a part 2 if I continue the journey today. I need to assess if I have the mental energy to keep flying.

Knowing the end is in sight.. It gives me some hope.

#elite dangerous

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jet-bradley · 2 years ago

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"why are you a tron fan if you hate tron legacy so much?" why are YOU a tron fan if you will never play or watch playthroughs of tron 2.0? why are you a TRON fan if you belittle every single part of TRON that isn't directly related to legacy? why do you apologize for the animation of the original film, the clunkiness of the controls of the 2003 shooter game, the art of the spinoff comics, the abandoned state of the platforming game, the strange hitboxes of the old arcade cabinets? if you like TRON so much, why do you apologize for every single bit of it that isn't legacy? do you like TRON, or do you like daft punk?

i'm honestly tired of dancing around my genuine opinion of tron legacy - that it is a technically masterful movie, with a lot of fun scenes, and a very interesting reimagining of TRON... but also a tech demo for what became the overuse of CG in disney-owned marvel films (while TRON's CG accented the set design, this was a demo for the tech that would eventually allow the full replacement of it). and frankly "flynn is sad now please care about our movie" launched thirteen years of some of the worst sequels i've ever seen in almost every franchise. tron legacy genuinely did a lot right, but i honestly wonder if the industry would be in a better place if it had been a flop.

and the worst thing is it's not like you can pretend this isn't befitting of TRON. put all your experimental film shit in TRON, it's the "animate things weird with computers" franchise. it's always been experimental in that regard and there's nothing wrong with that.

TRON legacy had everything interesting about TRON filtered out of its plot, and what's left in its place is an uninspired story where everything--from individual characters to the genocide of an entire fictional race--revolves around One Protagonist from the original film. (one of the other classic human protagonists is dead, and the other hardly has any screen time.) and really, it revolves around giving him reasons to be sad, because why write a movie about kevin flynn when Sad Kevin Flynn will maybe make old fans care about your movie, despite how disconnected your sequel is from any prior work.

but it sold a lot of merch, so at least we can copy and paste everything that sold, right? actor cameos! making beloved happy movies Sad Now! making the entire movie revolve around one white guy who the entire audience definitely remembers the name of! overusing CG to save money on unionized production worker wages!

people overlook a lot of the bigger-picture negative impacts of TRON legacy, because it kind of gets to the core of what the franchise is. TRON (1982) only got produced by disney because they were willing to try to animate it, and they've never known what to do with it. it's always had the whimsy of a classic disney movie with these more grown-up corporate plots. and there's no way to get rid of the whimsy to make a pure action film in a way that fits their image as a company (at least pre-marvel and pre-star wars, but those franchises, someone else already did all the marketing to make them popular for them). and it's a disney original franchise because of that, but they never know what to do with it. so it becomes their "throw shit at a wall and see what sticks" franchise. well something stuck. but i honestly think it made the industry worse.

but we did get End Of Line and a roller coaster out of it, so...

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cap10frogguy · 4 years ago

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Tenth Anniversary recap

So, as my little celebration of the Ninjago 10 Year Anniversary, here’s a little recap of every single season, including the pilots and a few bonuses. I also added totally arbitrary scoring based on my own preferences. Ready? Here we go!

The Pilots:

Local man joins gang to save sister, gains awesome powers and dragons along the way. Featuring the Wise Old Mentor(C) and Generic Evil Overlord(C), as well as FIYAH, the main character with a firey temper, AT-AT, blue guy with motor mouth, Frosty, local “real boy” who is super aloof, and Bucket of Rocks, who is the “leader” and has a personality like a rock. Is that a compliment? You decide!

Choppy animation and okay storytelling, but excellent characterization creates a surefire laugh fest!

0/0, they were trying their hardest, so no ranking for you.

Season 1: Rise of the Snakes

Ninja team angers young and bratty boy, who unleashes snake army. Prophecy threatens to tear the team apart at the seams with contests to prove who is better. Winner ends up being FIYAH’s sister, but instead of becoming The Chosen One(C), young and bratty boy (henceforth known as Green Angst) gets the title.

Animation is slightly better, and the storytelling style leads to an okay season.

3/13, Room for improvement.

Season 2: Legacy of the Green Ninja

Green Angst gains superpowers, ages up, and beats up his dad, who has become possessed with evil. Plot of Return of the Jedi ensues, dad is good, and everything wraps up.

Thinking this was going to be the last season, the showrunners pulled out all the stops, and it shows. Good job!

5/13, This makes a good ending.

SIKE

Season 3: Rebooted

Series tries to pick up where they left off. Unnecessary love triangles and robot battles ensue. Frosty dies, totally for realsies.

The whole atmosphere feels a bit rushed, and about half of the story is there for unneeded drama.

1/13, did not age well.

Season 4: Tournament of Elements

In stunning turn of events, Frosty is not dead. Ninja must battle in hunger games in order for Colonel Sanders to release him. FIYAH develops a crush on his daughter.

A fun season with quippy writing and tons of lore, it works really well!

8/13, this season ages wonderfully.

Season 5: Possession

Ghosts are a thing now! Green Angst gets possessed, and so the ninja must learn ghost fighting to fight ghosts. Also, FIYAH’s sister (From now on called Water Girl) gains water powers.

While a neat story concept, the fact that Water Girl has only NOW been told about her powers kinda starts to weaken the story for me.

4/13, could do better.

...

Oh, and Bucket of Rocks is a ghost now. But the writers don’t care, so lets move on.

Season 6: Skybound

AT-AT gets a season, where he had to battle a genie pirate while Water Girl tries to be a Strong Independent Woman(C) despite the love triangle fiasco. Season ends up retconning itself out of existence.

While a good season pre-redesign, some of the story choices cause it to feel a bit drawn out in hindsight.

6/13, a fun season concept.

Day of the Departed:

Bucket of Rocks cant catch enough of a break to get a season, gets Halloween-ish special instead. In it, he becomes No Longer A Ghost. Hooray for... writing?

There’s not much to say about this one, it is what it is, and for a while, this was the only content we got centered around good ol Bucket of Rocks.

0/0, a ranking of this one wouldn’t be fair.

Season 7: Hands of Time

Angst! Drama! Time Travel! Technology jokes! Old Mentor is dying from Too Many Secrets, so Green Angst must lead team. FIYAH and Water Girl find their parents. I bet that’ll be important later!

The story feels choppy, and leaves a lot of threads hanging. It’s still fun, but less so that what came before and what comes after.

2/13: Guys, you had one job.

Season 8: Sons of Garmadon

The ninja get a facelift, and Green Angst gets a girlfriend! Guess which one is permanent. Evil Ex summons Evil Overlord(C) 2.0, causing Green Angst to loose Green and gain Angst.

The animation bump is stellar, the new voice actor for Green Angst really shines, and the story, while not new by any stretch, is filled with plenty of twists and turns.

9/13, Stellar Season.

Season 9: Hunted

The OG 4 in Mad Max on one hand, while Green Angst and Water Girl resist against tyrannical overbearing ruler on the other. Now with even more daddy issues, inspiring speeches, and of course, ANGST.

The storytelling and atmosphere increases in quality, and the show does a good job of balancing angst and hope. Also, then end is really cool.

12/13, Great Atmosphere.

Season 10/March of the Oni

Everyone teams up to stop faceless CGI army! Wait, does that count if everything is CGI?

There’s not much to say on this one either. It feels both too short and too fast, and many of the story beats don’t hit like they should.

(6 1/2) / 13, Pretty OK.

Season 11 pt 1: The Fire Chapter

Local team gets lazy, unleashes witch, FIYAH looses fire, Frosty dies again. OR DOES HE!?

Even better animation, and the voice actors are really having fun for this season onwards. It’s one of the weakest of the newer seasons, but the shorter episode time helps every episode pack a punch.\

7/13, Would recommend as a starter season.

Season 11 pt 2: The Ice Chapter

Frosty becomes Frostbite and commits genocide. Is redeemed by power of friendship and amnesia. Let’s move on.

Character development, great moments, and thought provoking storytelling!? This season has all that AND a good grasp on the aesthetic!

10/13, Please forgive Frosty. He didn’t mean it.

Season 12: Prime Empire

AT-AT gets his own season again, enacts plot of Tron Legacy, but better! Also, Frosty becomes a detective.

The obligitory videogame plot is done really well. Lots of fun is poked at videogame mechanics and it makes for a quippy and fast paced season. Just like AT-AT!

11/13, videogame movie(?) done right.

Season 13: Master of the Mountain

Bucket of Rocks finally gains own season, proves that he is the best character. Gains a best friend and beats her dad in combat.

Beautiful set pieces, awesome character development, lore, jokes, and heartfelt moments, I consider this to be the single best season of the newer ones, and possibly even the whole show.

13/13, amazing season

BONUS!

The Lego Ninjago movie:

Kung Fu High School AU with a dash of Star Wars. Different from the series? Sure. Super fun? Absolutely!

8 out of 10 Meowthras.

Wu’s Teas:

Wise Old Mentor(C) opens teashop. Shenanigans ensue.

10 out of 10, if you don’t laugh at at least one, something is wrong.

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evecolourshock · 9 months ago

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Because Tron is both a weirdly niche fandom even on Tumblr (surprising, I know), and deceptively older than it seems - most people know about Tron Legacy (2010 film, usually either because Daft Punk did the soundtrack or "cool glowy aesthetic"), but a lot don't realise Uprising exists or that it's actually all based off a 1982 film (Tron) that Disney made when they were still feeling adventurous enough to make good and unusual films (keyword there being unusual - it's less an action film and more an exploration of humanity and faith, with a side helping of innovative-for-its-time CGI and found family).

There's a few other bits of source material I'm less familiar with, such as the novelizations, Tron: Betrayal comic or the storytelling games Tron: 2.0 (later made non-canon) and Tron: Identity, and the teased-at third film in development known as Tron: Ares (done by Jared Leto, and viewed either with wariness or disdain on principle by many fans of the franchise).

I would suggest checking out anything tagged @alwaysyori, as Cindy Morgan (one of the actors in the 1982 film) was on here before her death under that handle and there may be some findable posts - however her account has since been deleted, to the outcry of many, so this may be more difficult than it was. Searching for tronblr will usually find you at least some members of the community as well.

There is a fledgling hub blog run by @spaceandthedigitalfrontier, called @unofficial-tron-rpc, that is intended for use by anyone involved in or interested in the Tron RP community. A lot of us have interesting takes on different characters, or use OCs within the Tron universe - I can think of at least one amusing thread where two different versions of the same character meet and get into plausible Shenanigans.

Most of us in the community are pretty friendly (if starved for content), and happy to discuss our headcanons, theories, or found lore tidbits - I'm notorious for delving deep into theorising how things would work, or providing stories based on someone else's throwaway comment - but this franchise hints at so much yet gives us so little that you're unlikely to find the same interpretation twice.

I began watching the animated show called Tron: Uprising on Disney+ and it’s like… Really Good ? Like yeah it’s generally geared towards kids, but that usually doesn’t stop Tumblr. Why have I never heard of it before ?

#new person to tronblr #tronblr #mun speaks #art and conversations #hello and welcome

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saltyladynightmare · 2 years ago

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Rinzler Anakin AU

Star Wars/ Tron fusion

This is yet another AU I will never write. I was feeling obsessed with Tron: Legacy and this happened. BTW, I have yet to find a truly satisfying read on Security Program Sam that is also more than 3 chapters long. It is very disappointing, even though I know I would be worse about it. This is only proof, really.

so. Have this bastardized outline, because this is all you’re going to get from me on this particular subject.

I didnt even do a whole lot of world building, and what I did do just confuses me. Maybe one of you can explain it to me.

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Anakin Skywalker was born to Shmi Skywalker on Tatooine, in the slave quarters of Gruella the Hutt. His mother was a slave, and so he was as well.

His mother worked as a house slave, and a mechanic in Gruella’s Palace. She taught Anakin what she could, as soon as he could hold a tool. He learned fast. When he was four, he was set to learn programming under another slave, a dark green Twi’lek male named Alin’branley.

Alin started by introducing Anakin to his security program, Tron.

In return Anakin starts programming a helper for Tron, called Situational-Adaptive Monitor, aka Sam. (Sam Flynn’s personality and OP. Attached at the hip to Tron, or as much as he can be and still be able to work solo, and extremely affectionate to him. Dryly sarcastic. Competent to an extreme, and creative. Sweet, but only toward Tron.)

Anakin stole Tron when Alin had be killed, and the new freeborn was going to delete Tron. Anakin saved him to an old datapad he had managed to get working, and was allowed to keep because it was old and he used to more effectively do his job. Anakin also stole several other programs in spite, erasing his passage as he went. This included Sam.

He and his mother were lost in a gamble to Watto when he was 7. C-3PO comes a little over a year an a half later.

~~~

Anakin wins his freedom when he was 9.5, and leaves with Qui-Gon Jinn just as in cannon. He takes his datapad with him.

~~~

Anakin’s years in the temple are...not great. Lonely, mostly. He is also aware that this is at least some of his fault (too angry). He spends a great deal of time developing his programs, and...The Grid.

The Grid started as a place where he stored the various programs he had collected over the years. He’d had to upgrade his old datapad hardware several times (twice, he had to also rebuild it altogether from hardware he’d scrounged up, with new memory and such, which was fun). By the time the Clone Wars rolls around, his datapad is one high tech rectangle, for all that it looks older then most living humans, and has a few hundred programs housed in it.

He’d also managed to make it so a lot of those programs were almost AIs all on their own (they made getting through security really easy on missions, just plug it in, and they will find what he’s looking for)

As a bonding experience he teaches his techniques to his men, and a lot of them make him a program.

~~~

General Anakin Skywalker of the 501st, Jedi Knight, Hero with No Fear, dies on some backwater Separatist planet in a landslide. His body is not recovered. His wife, Padme Amidala, is felt a widow, though she will only learn this a few days later, when it is too late.

~~~

The battle is won, but the 501st leave knowing they have lost.

~~~

Three days later, Ventress digs out his body. He is still alive, if very very hurt...and only alive because the Force has converged into a nexus around his body.

~~~

He was in his Jedi robes, and scant armor. His mechanical hand was gone, and so was the rest of his right arm up to mid upper arm, and both his legs past the knees. His lightsaber is missing. His ancient datapad it not.

~~~

Ventress submerges him in bacta, then starts tearing at his mind, while her droids work on cracking his datapad. The droids are not successful (so many firewalls and security programs)(Tron and Sam are very good at what they do). Ventress is much more successful in breaking through his shields (they crumble like sand when she hits them hard enough).

~~~

She finds many, many dark compulsions.

She takes them out, takes his memories and feelings for the people (Shmi Skywalker, Padme Amidala, Obi-Wan Kenobi, Ahsoka Tano, Captain Rex) and two droids (R2-D2, C-3PO) he feels loyalty for, suppresses the rest of his past as a Jedi and General, heals what she can, then plants exactly three so called facts in their place.

Loyalty to her (she saved him from his suffocating death, the removed the dark slimy things from his mind, and healed him—)

Hate for the Chancellor (he planted compulsions in his head—pretended to be his friend—he’s still hurting from what he did to him)

Hate for the Republic (they have a dark lord at their highest level, he had been blinded, what was their excuse—they wish to chain those who want to leave— what a pretty cage)

~~~

Ahnahkeen Ekkreth woke and knew he had been corrupted. He knew it like he knew his name, like he knew people who were important to him had been stolen from him. Like he knew that he fixed things, and destroyed them in equal measure.

He knew it was this woman who had done it to him, who claimed to have saved him.

She had taken sickness from his mind, yes, oily rot that was killing him slowly from the inside out, but she had taken more then just that from him. She had taken his family, then left gossamer chains around his mind and heart to bind him to her in their place. For this, she would pay.

But. He would need to be careful. He was in chains once more, and so the lines the mother he didn’t remember had taught him were lines he must once more walk along if he wished to break her chains.

He needed allies. His family was gone, stolen, he couldn’t ask them for support because he didn’t know who they are. It is not their fault, but they are not here. But. He needs them. He needs...something like them. A mirror image, an echo...an imprint. A creation.

A program. He reaches with the power that pulsed in his body like the twin suns of his home planet and pulls on the beautifully wrapped and packaged strings bundled in the...datapad, memory told him was his, and coaxed them out, line by line, one by one.

They rezzed into being. He asked them for their support. They give it freely.

~~~

Three weeks later the GAR meets Corvinctum, and his enforcers.

Ventress wanted a slave, so she would have one. Just until she gave his chains enough give that he could strangle her with them.

~~~

Corvinctum, as he insists Ventress calls him for what she had tired to do to him (it had been so easy to destroy her work, then rebuild his firewalls, so pitifully easy. She didn't realize that by taking his family, he had nothing left to loose), had changed himself. He had done it for many reasons. The one he told her was that it was easier to handle injuries this way.

The main one, that he didn’t even tell his closest confidants, was that it put distance between who he had been (the man he had been, because of course she couldn’t just steal his family, or his heart, she had to take his sense of self too) and who he had made himself into. He remembered nothing, was nothing when he opened his eyes to Ventress for the first time, and so he built himself from the ashes. He kept finding things that linked him to his past self on his skin, and it yanked on something broken deep inside. So he built himself a body like his family’s echos, his family, his people, and burned his old one. He would have no more chains. None. His people, programs, couldn’t afford for him to (it would kill him. He can’t help them, love them if he is dead).(besides. That body was missing three entire limbs. That wasn’t conductive to fighting this war Ventress has thrust him into).

A lesser one was that it lessened the difference between him, and his people. It made him like them, with so many more of their weaknesses, and they loved him for it. If it also meant he had less of the organic, User weaknesses too, that was just a bonus (he didn’t need to worry about blood loss any more, or getting a limb cut of, or not being able to breathe, or—).

He keeps his face, because it is his (and something was saying faces were important to his stolen family, and he would honor them in every way he could remember...even if he wasn’t sure why they would have wanted such things (it was just a face)), gives himself his right hand back, and erases the rest of his...scars. All, except the one that he remembered clearly to be the surgery scar saying he had no slave chip in his body. He was free once. He will be again.

He gives himself a smooth, glossy black helmet (bucket—), that covered all of his head, and sealed on. Only he, his family, and Ventress could remove it. The last was only because she demanded it. His armor was like his family’s, black hexagonal base body glove (blacks—), matte black armor pieces, with glowing dark blue circuits (torrent blue— deep water) running down his body in thin crisp lines intersected with rings and dots. When his helmet is rezzed, not a single inch of skin is accessible. He keeps most of his hypersensitive circuits hidden, and numbed to avoid unnecessary distractions in a fight.

~~~

Most of his programs had blue circuitry.

He proposed they change it to red, like Ventress’ lightsabers when they were at risk of being seen, to remind themselves of what they must do. It took some time, but the programs agreed, under the condition that they can change back to blue when they were in a safe place (like on the Grid on his datapad, or when they know they are surrounded by allies).

~~~

Ahnahkeen can not connect the helmets and faces of the clones. As far as he is concerned, the men with helmets are different then people without. This is partly because, unknown to him, the average Program is essentially face blind. Stick beard on someone who didn’t have one a few weeks ago, and it did not matter how unique they look, the Program will not recognize them. That being said, it also didn’t matter how similar a group of people looked, if there was even a tiny difference between them, a Program will be able to see it. Programs’ faces didn’t change, but they all looked like their programmers. So many people looking like the same person in one place was bound to make so some interesting abilities.

As such, the men in the white armor are just people in between Ahnahkeen and his objective (he and his only kill when they are ordered to...or they must to complete the mission and their directives (get back to the Grid with your ident disc, the User will ensure your survival)). The near identical men in armor are...potential allies? They aren’t a threat to him, really, though they did have a tendency of getting in his way...but when in survival situations with no mission they are good people to have at your side. The ones with blue paint especially (501st). Their appreciation of chaos was something Ahnahkeen could get behind

For their part, the Vod’e are...weirded out by these lethal Separatists who don’t seem to care for killing, seem to answer to Ventress of all people (even if they almost blatantly don’t like her), and...are actually civil beings when it comes to talking to the Vod’e...but only when their buckets are off. Some of them can easily hold up in a fight against a Jedi Master. They called themselves Programs and talked...like they had actual programs and everyone around them also had programming. With the fact that it seemed they all came armed with near indestructible disc things that defied physics and had a cutting edge that didn’t cut the the holder, and their impossibly high tech (lightjets, and lightcycles, and lightbatons which were like lightsabers(!!!), just to name a few), and that they shattered when they got hurt or killed— yeah.

The Vod’e had anywhere from a 32.1% to a 78.9% chance of surviving an encounter with one of them depending on circumstances if they are wearing their buckets. Their survival rate increased to just under 100% with buckets off (and they are pretty sure the death/major injury rate were accidents or because the Programs had gotten pinned and...panicked as much as they seem to be able. The deaths were from injury complications, or injections that that more to do with environment then the injury itself (their discs were surprisingly clean for things they fling around everywhere. Maybe the edges were a weird plasma that plays favorites?))

Corvinctum was the strangest of them all. He seemed to actually posses the powers of a dar’jetii. He could hide himself from detection from the Generals, or he could make a large group of Vod’e believe (strangely) he was General Skywalker (they had no idea why Skywalker of all people, but it was only Vod’e who had met Skywalker who identified him as such. Those who hadn’t met Skywalker just knew him to be a General with access to their information, and didn’t question his presence even though Skywalker had been KIA for tendays...). He didn’t use the lightstick/lightsaber things, only his disc and what they are pretty sure is a flashy form of the Force. He also didn’t talk much at all. He, like his allies, didn’t kill Vod’e for the sake of killing them, and had on more then a few occasions helped various Vod’e in their own missions/survival...when Ventress wasn’t around. He absolutely hated Grievous (they had actually caught him sabotaging Grievous’ missions before, not to mention all the other times the Programs warned them when he was on planet and planning on attacking. It never went into an official report because this is not the sort of thing that could get out, but... it was common knowledge that the Programs gave good intel when they did give it). None of this mentions what he could do with another Program’s ident disc (one had been missing his body from the waist down, one of his arms, and half his head. A few minutes of messing with some sort of holographic interface, which looked complicated, then putting the disc back onto the dock on the Program’s back, and the rest of his body ‘rezzed’ back into existence. The Program woke up with a start a minute later, no worse for wear.), or how he is scary competent in basically any type of personal combat with special emphasis on close combat and piloting.

Corvinctum also has a strange tendency of avoiding Jedi Generals like the plague...though he doesn’t stay out of their range in the Force. They say he feels like either nothing at all (not a black space, that would be noticeable, but like there isn’t anything there to be felt at all), or like a nexus in the Force. Supernova, if you will.

The Vod'e...have no idea what to think. So they just make it an unofficial regulation to remove one's bucket when in the presence of a Program, and moved on. They had a war to fight, and clankers were a lot less confusing.

~~~

Whoever was running around with his General's face had best be careful. The man had been a good superior officer, but he had also been Rex's friend. His vod.

If they didn't watch themselves, one day, Rex would come face to face with them, and shoot them to pieces.

No one got to use General Skywalker's face, except Skywalker.

And Skywalker was dead.

~~~

Ventress, Ahnahkeen found (rather, SAM had, then told Ahnahkeen), was not the true Depur. No, she was a slave herself, to a man named Dooku, who himself had a master. Sidious.

Perhaps, to throw Ventress off, it would be wise to start from the top and work their way down?

What do you mean Sidious' real name is Sheev, Tron?...Maybe he is evil because whoever named him despised his existence?

~~~

A clanker shatters the bucket of a Program, one of the more human shaped ones built like a Vod. The Program falls to the ground, and doesn't get back up. The Vod the Program had protected from the blow shoots the clanker, and rolls the Program to get a look (they knew the Program wasn’t dead. They only seem to die if the fall apart completely).

The helmet was half derezzed, and so was the a good portion of the head. What made the Vod get sick though, was what remained of the face.

What remained of the nose, the warm brown eye, and the mouth was that of a Vod, through and through.

The green twi'lek Program called Tron, and his partner, the lean slicer Sam, came and took the Vod Program away.

...no one knew what to make of it, and Corvinctum, the most willing of the lot to explain anything, had no idea what they were talking about. When they explained, he seemed confused.

"...Faces can belong to anyone. Core programing is what matters."

...They were beginning to see what the problem was with the buckets.

~~~

Fox would just really appreciate it if the Programs would make the assignation attempts on Palpatine more subtle, so he could let them get away with it. Their ineptitude in this one thing—if the reports were to be believed, Fox has yet to see even a little of this so-called competence—was baffling. You'd think after so many tries they would have gotten better at it.

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sometipsygnostalgic · 2 years ago

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Here is a super random question, how does Entrapta feel about the movie Tron?

Oh shit, which one? The original? Tron Legacy?

I have only seen Tron Legacy and the brilliant but shortlived tie-in animated series Tron Uprising.

Anyway based on what I've seen she'd be fucking obsessed. Not just with the aesthetic but with the world.

In the Adora and Entrapta birthday comic I posted Jan 24th, the Shera bike Mara was building, which Entrapta finished for Adora, was based on the Tron bikes. I think it'd also run like one with the trail, maybe it can hover too.

But what she'd be truly obsessed with is the artificial intelligences, the "programs", which took on a life of their own.

So for everyone else, the Grid is a virtual reality world which was made for office work and entertainment but became its own city with intelligent AI.

In Tron Uprising and Legacy it is revealed that Flynn, the human creator, and Tron, his security programme/guard, were usurped and trapped by Flynn's AI copy Clue. Because Clue was a perfect copy, and yet not the original, he had Flynn's intelligence but developed different ideas of how the Grid should be looked after. He couldn't stand that Flynn would always have the last word and acr like a god, and in particular he hated that Flynn fostered randomness and spontaneity that could cause instabilitu in the Grid. Namely I'm thinking of how the Grid ended up making its OWN programs from its core (edit: named the ISO), and these were so advanced and unpredictable that the existing programs were terrified of them.

Clue ended up becoming a bit of a tyrant who struck down people that in any way challenged him and turned the Grid into a cruel dictatorship. He reprogrammed Tron from a protector into a weapon... but in true Hordak fashion, Tron was able to break free in the final hour and redeem himself. At least, I think that's what happened. At the end of Legacy one of the mysterious Grid programs ends up escaping the computer somehow and goes on a bike ride with Flynn's son into the sunset.

Entrapta would have Thoughts about the whole thing and in particularly love how individuality is born from places you wouldn't expect, with the lower programs initially being made for human use but evolving into their own people, and the OS itself creating new life in an unprecedented way. The way Clue deviates from Flynn, and how Tron fights against his reprogramming, it's all stuff she'd be crazy for, though if I recall some elements of the movies are not the best and I do think that, unlike Scorpia or sometimes Bow who try to gush about the happ stuff only, Entrapta would be a VERY honest critic. She could write journalism articles on the scifi movies she watches with what they did well and poorly.

As for this kind of plot, I followed a Shera cyberpunk fanfiction called "Threadbare Wings" where she WAS one of the sapient worker AI. This fic took place some 40 years after an android uprising, where all the worker slave androids suddenly gained sapience/self awareness and fought to be their own people, and while Catra is a newer model, Entrapta was one of the first androids who would have been made for humans before the uprising. You never see what her old life was like in the fic, and the process of leaving your old life - "ghosting" - is likened to transitioning by the author, so this is intentional. However one of the first things she did was learn about tech and start disconnecting people from the android cloud that held them hostage, beginning with herself, even if they lose all their memories after. It was a bit different for a shera fic but I enjoyed it. I do think the themes have a place with shera because of everything to do with the Horde, the First Ones, Entrapta Hordak Emily and even Adora, the idea of breaking free of what you were made into.

#she ra #spop #entrapta #tron

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nightbloomsresorthotel · 4 years ago

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Tron: Legacy, Dinner Scene Re-Write

Sam looked like his father. Well, younger, but she could see the resemblance in his eyes, in the set of his brow as he considered the taste of the food.

She wondered if it tasted different than the food he was used to? To her, it was delicious— green beans, roasted and seasoned pork, soft, buttery potatoes. The water was crisp, refreshing. She watched him chew, looking for any signs of unpleasantness. It must have tasted fine to him though, because he ate another forkful and another. Then he saw her staring, and she almost choked on her drink.

Smooth, she thought. Freak out Flynn’s son and treat him like a shiny new light baton. That was going to make him feel welcome, make the evening go smoothly.

Flynn hadn’t seen his son in almost twenty years. Did Sam even remember what he was like? Or were they both looking at complete strangers, trying to see where the pieces of their memories fit together?

The scraping of fork against plate was the only thing filling the awkward silence, so she tried to remedy it.

“How old are you now, Sam?” she asked. At the very least, she could try to get them started on something. She might be a third wheel, but she was pretty good at breaking ice.

“You should be 27,” Kevin offered.

Sam confirmed that he was.

If she remembered correctly, that was on the younger side. She couldn’t do the math in her head, but technically, he was nearly her age. She might be a few “years” older. She wondered if that meant that he’d attended college then, and asked him so.

“Cal-tech,” he said.

“Cal-tech?” Flynn asked, a small look of pride growing on his face,” My alma-mater.”

Flynn rarely smiled like that, like nothing else in that moment existed. And this was interesting information— she knew Flynn was educated in his world, but he’d never told her where.

“Yeah,” Sam said, “ ’til I dropped out.”

The mental image of Sam falling out of a school, butt first, smack on the ground was so unexpected that the laugh just bubbled up out of her. It was only when Flynn looked at her weird that she realized that was probably not what he meant.

Sam wasn’t laughing either.

Ah. Not a joke… right. Well, not her fault Users were funny when they were trying to be serious.

[End Scene]

This is just an exercise. I feel like the only character I’m really in tune with when I write is Alan. I tried to watch an interview with Garret Hedlund (he has a southern accent??? What???) to see if watching the actors’ faces could help me with characterization, but.... not really. so then I decided to novelize (???) a scene to see if that would help me, and YEAH THAT’S WAY MORE LIKE IT.

I definitely felt in tune with my Quorra Voice while doing this, so hopefully this helps me “re-create” her in my fic a little better? I feel like I need to do visualization exercises or something, lol.

#Tron legacy #tron #Quorra #tron:legacy #tron fic #tron legacy fanfic #tbqh I don't really follow Garret Hedlund....#i just found he's married to emma roberts lol #and they have a baby! aw

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quorras · 3 years ago

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tron fic wip round up - july 2021

well, it’s been about four months since the last fic wip round up post and my motivation to write has been dwindling due to being generally busy so i thought it’d be a good time to do another round up post! i think it’s a neat way to keep track of writing progress, so why not do it :) here’s round two! (and please dont reblog this post, thank you!)

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From last time:

Hiding, Seeking (working title) ~ still incomplete. Currently at 1014 words. Might drop this? idk

I Get Along Without You Very Well (Except Sometimes) ~ completed, and posted!

Death & All His Friends ~ still incomplete. Currently at 1680 words. I still want to continue this, although it’s unintentionally getting a little too dark.

Arachnophobia ~ completed, and posted!

Instant Crush (Renamed to This Dream and You) ~ still incomplete. Currently at 4268 words. I really want to finish this soon! It’s the cheesiest fic I’ve ever written and I love it.

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Creation Myth (Chapters 2-4) ~ Yori & Tron, Tron & Flynn part of the Gaia series

I’ve already posted the first chapter of this already, and am just waiting to finish the second story before posting all the chapters. It’s four short stories based on creation myths on how the Grid was born. Started ??? I’m not sure, sometime this February I think, work still in progress. Currently at 2.4k words.

Favorite excerpt so far: (Chapter 2)

Tron sighs lightly. Whatever this ‘Grid’ project was, it was surely going to change at least one of their worlds. He turns to give the ENCOM system’s horizon one last scan. The vantage point from this I/O tower made the energy flow look tiny, like he could reach out and scoop the glittering lines in cupped hands. It seemed like only a few cycles ago the very same lines had been snuffed out by the MCP’s control. Tron was glad that life was flowing again, and he hoped that this wouldn’t be his final look at his system alive like this. Tron looks back at Flynn, who’s grin is as wide as ever, “Let’s go, then.”

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BLACKOUT ~ Quorra centric, part of the Gaia series

This fic takes place immediately following the fourth story in Creation Myth, some time after Legacy. I’ve seen posts floating around about what the Grid would be like after reintegration, and this is my multichapter two cents on that (planning for ~6 chapters). What if Quorra returned to the Grid unwillingly before Sam did? Started Mar. 27, 2021, work still in progress. Currently at 2.4k words.

Favorite excerpt so far: (Chapter 2)

Part of her wondered how her new flesh and blood translated back into the digital world. Would she bleed? Quorra would rather not find out.

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Requeim ~ Rinzler & Sam

This fic is a little bit of an exploration on the whole... “Sam going back to the Grid to get closure” kind of idea, and a Rinzler character study from Sam’s pov. What if Sam didn’t return to the Grid to ‘help’ it? What if he just returned for a second to think and let himself process the events of Legacy? And if he did that, what if he ran into Rinzler? (Two parter fic inspired by two songs). Started sometime in March, work still in progress. Currently at 944 words.

Favorite excerpt so far:

Not shy, that wasn't the correct word.

Rinzler still moved like a predatory animal, drawn back and delicate with every step. It made him seem reclusive, like he was the one trapped in this situation. Rinzler was a notched arrow, and Sam had to keep reminding himself of that.

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aaaaaand I have at least eight other wips I want to get done, including a fic about young Sam and his dad spending quality time together, young Sam throwing a tantrum at Alan’s place, Jalen and Tron meeting up, Quorra using the internet in the User world, three seperate fics about airports and travelling (two are encom trio, one is the legacy gang), and a kevron crack fic that I don’t know if i’ll ever finish. I’m wildly busy in the irl right now, but I hope to get at least more Gaia stuff and the long Sam/Tron fic (from last time) I’m writing posted before the end of the year :)

if youre reading this, ily

#DONT REBLOG THIS PLEASE!!! THANKS :)#rex speaks #rex fic #*rex fic wip tracker #im too busy to write/draw rn but i assure you t/ron never leaves my mind i love it tooo much

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smolbeandrabbles · 4 years ago

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This Is What You Came For - Nolan Sorrento x Reader (Ready Player One)

@mandy23b @wltz-bby @happyskywhale #mendotagsquad

GIF Credit: X

Nolan Sorrento + 29 - “How is my wife more badass than me?” Requested by @purebloodwitch Author’s Note: Alright! Second to last 100 Sentence Challenge request! We really are almost there now! 🙏😁 This is a Ready Player One AU. You’ll figure out the AU as you read 😉 I made... some Tron references in this! I don’t think enough to warrant you having needed to see it-! 😁 Maybe you’ll want to look up what exactly a Light Cycle is. (Specifically how you use one in Tron: Legacy) Also I know that the Cycle would technically be in her OASIS inventory but I really like the idea of her just carrying the stick around strapped to her belt or thigh or something to use it. So ignore that inaccuracy!

Disclaimer: AU / Neither RPO or Tron has anything to do with me. / gif not mine / lyrics not mine / References to Lacero

Premise: With the final Key of the OASIS up for grabs, and IOI certain that it will be theirs - you’ve become unnecessary. When it all goes wrong, there’s only one Sixer that can step up to the plate...

Words: 4948

Warnings: AU / Swearing

_______ Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves Yeah Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves And everybody's watching her But she's looking at you, We go fast with the game we play Who knows why it's gotta be this way We say nothing more than we need I say "your place" when we leave Baby, this is what you came for Lightning strikes every time she moves And everybody's watching her But she's looking at you --- Yes, I am gonna win, And I’ll light the fuse, And I’ll never lose And I choose to survive, Whatever it takes You won’t pull ahead, I’ll keep up the pace And I’ll reveal my strength to the whole human race Yes I am prepared to stay alive And I won’t forgive, vengeance is mine And I won’t give in because I choose to thrive Yeah, I’m gonna win! Race, It’s a race But I’m gonna win Yes, I’m gonna win

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You weren’t supposed to be here. In fact you weren’t even supposed to be on standby near IOI plaza. You were supposed to be at home - a simple spectator to the final challenge. Today was, of course, the day that IOI claimed the third key. Your husband, the OASIS for himself. Buuuut, as usual with Nolan, it had to be done the hard way - and everything appeared to be going terribly.

It wasn’t so hard to get your motorcycle from point A to point B and before you knew it you were hurrying towards the War Room. You heard the whispers and murmurs get steadily louder as you rushed from room to room; but especially as you ran the walkways over the Oologists. Y/N’s here! Y/N’s here! Y/N’s here! Yeah - everyone knew what that meant.

“Y/N! Ms.Sorrento, I-!” His assistant caught you as soon as you flung the doors to the correct floor open. “Paul, now is not the time to tell me what Nolan does or doesn’t want me to do. It looks like he needs me and, regardless of that, I think the sixers need help.” Several of them stood to attention as you clambered up on one of the platforms ready to strap yourself in. Good kids that respected you. Well, that came with the territory, you had spent time training a few of the best here too. Michael, their drill instructor and another guy you liked plenty, rushed over to perform final checks and run down exactly what was happening with you, he knew this was serious too. “Shall I inform him you’re here!?” Paul seemed to be halfway to the door already, “Nah, he’ll figure out soon enough!” You gave Michael a fist bump as you pulled on your gloves. “Andrew up there?” Nolan’s head of security seemed pretty important to keep around right now. “Uh… I don’t know I-” “Don’t worry, just make sure he is.” You took a breath regarding your visor for a moment. Okay – time to teach these kids a thing or two, again.

You were something of a marvel within the OASIS yourself - though you weren’t about to brag about it. IOI’s secret weapon, and boy did they desperately need you right now. F’Nale, but with covert OASIS based operations. And you were very alike; you understood why Nolan trusted her as much as he did you. An “official” I-R0k; although you would never like the comparison, considering you could trust him about as far as you could throw him, and didn’t understand why Nolan had so much faith. You two didn’t get on, which is why you’d been left out of a lot of this key stuff. For this to run smoothly Nolan had to keep the two of you from clashing, and I-R0K was the one getting paid for things you would consider less than legal. Except you had two keys, and they ought to remember that. Besides, it looked like his faith was going well...

You glanced up to Nolan’s office with a gentle sigh as you slipped on your visor to log in. Am I going to have to rescue you again, husband dearest? Much like him you didn’t wear your wedding ring - his in a box in the left pocket of his jacket ‘over my heart, where it matters’ is what Nolan always said. Yours on a chain around your neck, which you would often kiss for good luck, as you did now. The familiar start up screen greeted you with those five letters you knew all too well; before presenting you with a host of IOI portal options. Your flashed smile was confident as you stepped towards one.

Sector 14, Anoraks Castle, Planet Doom

*** You knew what you were as much as everyone else did. Nolan’s last line of defence. IOI’s secret weapon. Everyone knew, if they didn’t already, that it was serious when you took to the War Room floor and suited up. You would never call yourself a Gunter and you certainly weren’t a Sixer in the traditional sense, you enjoyed your time in the OASIS sure – and you were probably in it a little too much for Nolan’s liking, but that made you perfect. You knew what you were doing, and you weren’t restricted. For one thing, your Avatar still retained her original name. Today you’d changed into your battle uniform, but usually you could blend freely with everyone else. Working for him sure, but unlike the Sixers you were invisible. Before you’d met Nolan Sorrento you’d been a stuntwoman – when movie making still existed. It didn’t make the transition to becoming a fitness instructor that hard, and eventually that led to becoming a personal trainer for the elite (no one else was paying for such a thing these days). Nolan wasn’t one of these people, Nolan was someone whose form you’d commented on once or twice to help – and also a man who infuriatingly thought he knew everything. He’d in no way been your favourite person, the kinda rich corporate asshole that thought his money could buy him everything. But he liked your attitude and soon enough you realised that Nolan was only pretending not to listen to you. You warmed to him, and he you – to the point you knew he wasn’t kicking around your gym just for his workouts. You got hired as his trainer, and then promptly dropped as you started dating. Nolan wasn’t one for dating people he hired, because he liked to avoid scandal, which is exactly why you weren’t an official IOI employee. But he was as married to his job as he was to you, so, it had to bleed into your life somewhere. Truth was when it came to your relationship you were firmly in the drivers’ seat; and Nolan Sorrento needed you. Badly. Possibly none more so than he did now. You’d spent this morning at home – wishing him good luck before he left and letting him know you’d be on standby. Nolan had flashed a confident smile, and told you you didn’t need to be. “We have that… Orb of Osuvox thing, you can take the day off.” You were pleased he was at least pronouncing it correctly, “Okay. But with two keys and being arguably the best Sixer you have-” He crossed the room and kissed your forehead, “Y/N. That’s exactly why you need to stay…” He took your hands in his, touching his head to yours, “If I keep you safe here, then I know if things start going wrong, we still have a chance.” “Babe…” You pulled back, “Am I not your chance?” “We have this.” His blue eyes flashed in over-confidence (Which was correct in hindsight!) “Relax. Watch it here instead. You’ve done your part.” You tipped your head, before pulling him to you fiercely by his shirt collar for a fiery kiss – you’d have removed it, if you didn’t know that he had to go. “Finish it.” He blinked hard and swallowed harder, to Nolan that felt like a promise. Like the and hurry back was lingering unsaid on your lips. “I… I will.” Only that was before you’d watched that level 99 magic artifact implode on him, and you’d reached for your motorcycle keys then. No matter what Nolan said; you were always going to be on standby for him, you would step in if necessary, no matter the cost. The only thing that kept you on the couch for any longer than that was watching the appearance of Mechagodzilla. Now there was a movie Nolan had you watching 1000 times and yet still waxed lyrical about. How excited he was to tell you he’d built one in the OASIS. You had gifted him with a miniature figurine of it for his desk, and there it sat, his pride and joy. It always made you smile when you saw it. But even his faithful mechanical monster wasn’t helping him this time. And as you watched that explode you sprung from the couch. “SHIT!” Did that mean Nolan would have zeroed? No, no, no, no! That shouldn’t have happened. This shouldn’t be happening! You snapped the viewing screen off and sprinted to the garage – very nearly cursing yourself. You should have gone with him; you should have pushed Nolan, made it clear he needed you for moral support and no wasn’t an option – then you’d have been at HQ right now. Hell, you should have BEEN on that field right now, you could have gone from here - but what you really needed was IOI intel, portals, and access to their inventory. The one thing that gave you pause before you started your bike ignition was the vibration of your phone in your pocket, you pulled it out; ‘He needs you.’ was all it said – hastily written by his assistant, you pocketed it again and took a deep breath. Hand stilled for a moment over the gold band pressed against your chest under your shirt. “Yeah… No shit.” You always felt at home on bikes – and felt that it was always a quicker way to navigate through the city. You’d get to IOI Plaza quicker than you ever would in a car at any rate. Your OASIS vehicle of choice was a Light Cycle – Tron was one of, if not your all-time, favourite 80s Pop Culture movie. Although your current mod meant you had a version closer to the type in Legacy, a little easier to carry around and extremely fun to mount. You’d always flashed Nolan a grin and referred to your bike as ‘an ACTUAL gold piece of 80s media’ only for him to scoff at you. But yours had won you that first key before anyone else in IOI had, and you got to waltz into his board meeting and practically demand to be employed. (Unsurprisingly, Nolan didn’t really want you involved. Oh, until you proved you could do it!) The Light Cycle games were also ever popular in the OASIS, and you were the current reigning champion. Those had cemented your place in the OASIS, rather than your role as an IOI agent – it was unsurprising that everyone assumed you were a gunter. Many had tried to beat you, and all had failed – now it was time to put all those skills to a different kind of test. Hopefully you could win this one too. Nolan was counting on it.

*** Your avatar materialised on just the right side of the battle. Maybe a little too close to danger, though. You took a couple of steps back from the shattered bridge, giving only an obliging glance to the lava before turning to the castle; the real fight was in here. “Taking the bridge out isn’t a bad idea… I suppose…” – It was likely the only credit you would give I-R0K. This particular part of the planet looked like more of a winter scene than the rest of it. And not from any cheery Christmas movie, you thought, much more like the Day After Tomorrow. The wind whipped your avatar’s hair around and left a distinct chill on your VR gear; you shivered against the cold involuntarily before you broke into a run, hoping you weren’t too late. You had highly modified your avatars coding, twice, for these exactly moments. Within seconds you deployed her fairy-like wings. You couldn’t remember exactly when you’d last used them practically, rather than for extra show. But if ever there was a time, it was now. Beneath what you could hear from the OASIS itself was the nearly comforting noise of the war room and the murmur rippled – this was serious business. You could leave nothing to chance. The sound of real fighting echoed off the ice as you kept running, letting you wings vibrate against the cold air to give her lift, hopefully this would work! *** At first Parzival wasn’t sure what exactly had hit him, only that his right hand side had taken the brunt of the force. Luckily not enough to take out his armour quite yet. Looking up, he faced an avatar he’d never seen before skidding across the ice to a stop, whereupon she used her wings to right herself. Those must have been coded by the person to whom she belonged; he’d never seen a mod like that. He suddenly found himself with a sense of dread; dressed in a black leather jacket reminiscent of Sorrento’s own, underneath was a T-Shirt emblazoned in lights: IOI-6whatever-her-number-was. A Sixer?! But with an avatar like that she wasn’t just a regular one. He stood shakily, eyes flicking back to Sorrento – who looked more than a little surprised that she’d just joined the fight. Parzival smiled; Nolan was off guard – now was his chance. Z got just two paces – albeit at a very good run – before you were back in front of him. Every step he took you mirrored; wings stretched out defensively. These might have been kids, but you weren’t opposed to getting up in his face. Your eyes glittered in a way that made the colour seem unnatural (your favourite, if he was wondering), and Parzival was forced to take a slight step back. “Don’t. Fucking. Touch him.” You were more than happy to take the space he’d conceded. “Fine. I’ll just take both of you!” You had to give him credit, almost admired the attitude, eyes narrowed. Parzival wasn’t about to back down without a fight; hell, you might even find this one enjoyable. “You sure about that when you can just walk away now – it might be less painful for you.” “This is my world – and I’ll protect it from IOI and HIM by any means necessarily!” You sighed, with a shrug, “Suit yourself-!” There was just no way around you. Parzival realised he’d have to go through you and he wasn’t sure how many more of these painful hits he could take. You were highly trained and knew what you were doing – it raised so many questions as to why he’d never met you before. “Y-Y/N!” “Save it!” You didn’t even turn to Nolan’s avatar as you snapped, holding your hand up to silence him, give this kid an inch he’d likely take a mile. (Also you weren’t entirely happy anymore about your husband leaving you behind, but now wasn’t the time for that). You went for Z again – weapons unnecessary; your avatar was fine with relying on your own fighting skills and knowledge. Especially in close combat – magic was nice, but you’d still take your own instincts over that. Really you should have told him he didn’t have a chance, and you weren’t bad at dodging his tricks either. Given you were IOI’s best kept secret, there was probably too much going on in Parzival’s head right now to keep focus on what he was doing. He didn’t have any friends to save him. Your next sharp strike had him down on the floor – flashing red in warning that any second, he could be taken off the board. And it was painful, you made sure of that, to keep him there for a minute. You had a couple of other idiots to deal with before you removed him from the top of the scoring. For the first time since you’d got here you acknowledged the cavernous area you found yourself in; it seemed to be nothing but ice and stretched on endlessly. That chill still clung to your VR equipment and as you caught your breath it fogged up in the virtual air. I-R0K pulled you back to the matter at hand; “You’re a little late to the party don’t you think-!?” You didn’t even regard him properly, eyes flicking across, face hardened; “Shut your damn mouth. I got here didn’t I-!? Thought you boys wouldn’t need my help. Thank me later.” Then as a snarky aside, “This is all on you, I guess? A lot of good your plan did-!” “It woulda been fine. It’s your company that was infiltrated.” You did actually turn to Nolan then, arms folded, “HIS company.” Nolan looked a little affronted, but held his tongue. You knew he wasn’t about to chide you for being here. Looking between them again you couldn’t help but smirk; “I see your little orb didn’t work.” “It was taken down from the inside.” “...Exactly.” That still counted, you didn’t know why I-R0K was trying to pretend that it didn’t. “That’s not my fault.” “No one thought to just turn it back on?” They looked to each other and you realised it’d never crossed anyone’s mind, “Oh god, men!“ You ran your hand over your face; “So. What happened?” Nolan came in to defend his old friend from your onslaught – painfully aware of how much you didn’t get on; “It’s not exactly on him, my rig did get hacked.” You raised an eyebrow, “You still using that ridiculous password?” “Yeah.” His eyes flickered gold. “You still got it on a post-it?” “No.” His answer was far too quick, voice pitched slightly, and you sighed folding your arms once more, “I told you to change it.” It sounded like something a teen would use anyway - Bo55man69? Who was Nolan Sorrento kidding? “I… I was getting to it!” He stuttered as you gave him a hard look. “Little late for that... if you two idiots will excuse me!” Then you finally regarded the third man in the room looking between you utterly confused, yet still on the floor where you’d left him. Best not to leave him unchecked for long – you could bicker with these boys all day, it wouldn’t win Nolan the final key. “Now, Parzival, where were we?” The teen stood on his feet, he had a couple of tricks left, he knew that – maybe back up would even arrive. In fact, he was sure that if he just swept you from the equation it wouldn’t be so hard to take out the other two. Parzival leant around you to regard the Cataclyst, half buried in snow. Maybe he could use that as leverage, Sorrento might not care about setting foot in here again, but he surely wanted control. He wasn’t sure you and the other one would be best pleased about the prospect of Zeroing out. You followed his eyeline, and in that split second where your concentration wasn’t on him, he darted forward; “Oh no, you don’t!” Nolan dodged to the side, which was kinda unhelpful, because he was a lot bigger than both of you so could probably have taken a decent hit with his Avatar no problem. But, sure, instead he was content to watch you scrap with a kid over the most destructive device in the OASIS. You dragged Parzival back across the ice, letting your wings do most of the (literal) heavy lifting. “Why are you making this so hard-!?” “I can’t give up!! Not for everyone that actually knows a damn thing about what this place stands for!” You laughed, dropping him and firmly positioning yourself between Nolan, the Cataclyst and him. “Trust me, you’re only seeing what you want to see about the OASIS. You’re only seeing what you want to see about Nolan too, but you’re also a man running out of time. You can leave, right now, you can stand down. Parzival you have choices.” “I’ll NEVER let the OASIS fall into the hands of IOI.” You weren’t exactly sure how he was going to get out of it, but if he wanted to continue to fight you, you were down with that. “Suit yourself, but when this ends – remember I gave you the choice.” He came at you again, and this time you knew the only option was to take him out. *** For just a moment you let yourself regard Parzival sympathetically. In all honestly you got it, why everyone had gathered here to stop IOI from swallowing up their favourite pastime. But their perspective was what they saw, IOI and its loyalty centres. Your husband, the face and the front of that. On any other given day, you’d be on the other side fighting him and you knew that. You were painfully aware of it. But you knew him; you knew you couldn’t change the company and Nolan needed the support of IOI to get to this point. Maybe Loyalty would go, maybe it would stay – maybe when he got what he wanted, you could persuade Nolan to do anything. But he needed this. For what the OASIS had done to his family, he needed this more than the kid standing in front of you. And that was your only thought. “Sorry, kid.” And you meant it as you delivered that final blow. Parzival zeroed. For him, the game was over. There was eerie silence for a minute and you looked to the floor, feeling solemn, folding your wings away again. That would weigh heavily on you for weeks, you knew. From across the field the two men watched you in disbelief. You had actually done it. IOI was guaranteed the win. After all that, Nolan Sorrento only had to clear the final challenge. “How is my wife more badass than me?” Nolan murmured, shaking his head slow. “Well I don’t really think it’s that hard-!” He glared at I-R0K momentarily, eyes sparking back to that gold, before you spoke up. “Leave.” “What?” You didn’t even look across to I-R0K, “Your job is done here and I want you gone.” “Are you kidding me!?” “Unless you want to zero out too.” Your eyes were harsh and cold, and despite the obvious grumble Nolan nudged his friend, nodding in agreement. “You got me this far, old friend… You’ll be well paid.” You received a glare, before he jabbed a finger at you, “Don’t you DARE mess this up-!” and with that, logged out of the game. Now alone, you regarded Nolan properly for the first time since you got here. You wanted to run to him, but you knew it wasn’t over. You still had to beat the challenge and get the key. “Where are you?” He spoke first. “Downstairs.” You gave a little nod, “Andrew with you?” “…Yes.” At least his security was there, that seemed important to you. Even if the fight was in the OASIS. “You came all the way here… for me?” You titled your head, Nolan already knew his own answer, it was his lack of belief that got you; “I couldn’t let you do this alone. Not after what I saw.” “Guess I should have let you come.” “Well…” You smiled gently, “I’m here for you now.” *** You both stood in front of the final problem, with you looking for a final solution. They had won it and still failed, that wasn’t the key. It had to be something so Halliday and so out there, that it was so obvious… that’s what made it so hard. Nolan was a little less patient with you; “So how do you beat it? If it’s not about... winning?” You looked up to him, with a raised eyebrow. How exactly was he going to run the OASIS again? Maybe you’d be best zeroing him and winning it all for yourself. “Boy, you still got a long way to go.” You nudged him gently with your elbow and went back to studying the game hard; “It’s the right game we know that - the ice broke after a minute for everything else except for this one. But winning can’t be the objective.” Then it clicked; “Oh-! Of course.” “Of course what?” He was still clueless. You were trying to imagine the OASIS full of all Nolan’s favourite pop culture references instead. You didn’t think you’d find yourself complaining at all the 90s/00s obscurities somehow. As long as he kept Tron – or it’d be divorce. Instead you pointed to the retro TV; “The whole damn competition is about Easter Eggs and this game... was the first one.” You picked up the controller with a smile, “It’s about finding the Easter Egg-! Literally!” Nolan tipped his head, curiously, as you continued to explain, “Warren Robinett hid his name on the start screen, sort of, back in a time when creators didn’t get shit for things they worked so hard on...” you nodded back towards Nolan, “Kinda think you’d know a little about that.” Glad it wouldn’t show up on his OASIS avatar, Nolan’s faced burned slightly at your mention of his Gregarious days. He didn’t have to say anything though, his eyes had a habit of changing colour to give away his emotions and they’d flicked back to gold. “So, you can beat it?” “If that’s the answer, yeah!” You gave a single confident nod, coupled with a gentle smile And for once he smiled too, one so beautifully genuine all you wished was that you were seeing it on his actual face; “You’re a star!” “Oh no.” You shook your head firmly; “Your Oologists found the game, they deserve the credit. They deserve a hell of a lot - let’s be honest here!” And you’d make sure they got it, you did always like checking in on the kids and asking them about their latest piece of Halliday trivia whenever you happened to be kicking around HQ. You swallowed hard; “Okay, Noe, lets just hope I’m right!” *** The gravitas of the moment demanded you to stare up at Halliday’s avatar with a certain level of respect. It felt too wrong to be right. But you knew the man you’d married, and hopefully this would give him just the opportunity needed to show more than only you who he really was. You bowed your head, before stepping forward to take the Crystal Key delicately as it was offered. Voice soft as you bit your lip. “Thank you…” As you did so, the ice before the both of you cracked, raising from it a door of the same gem stone. You hopped down from the podium and back across to your husband, who was staring at the door with the same type of hesitation. You noticed his hand was over his heart – because even in Nolan’s haptics he would be able to feel that wedding ring digging into his skin, transferred to his shirt pocket when he wasn’t wearing his jacket. You couldn’t help your little smile at how absentminded and soft it was. He wasn’t even thinking about the OASIS when he was sitting in his office doing that. “Is this really happening?” “Uh huh.” You looked to the door, “Let’s go see what’s really waiting on the other side.” “Y/N- Wait-!” But you were already jumping across the ice path towards it and Nolan had no choice than to follow you to the door. Three holes for the three keys; yours were his and you took a step back from him. But he was still hesitant. “What?” “After all this, I just can’t…” “Honey…” You took his hand and made him look back to you, “You’ve wanted this for five years.” You looked back to the final key in your hand, taking a deep breath, “This is what you came for.” “What if I do the wrong thing?” “I know you.” You held the Crystal Key out for him, “You won’t.” Nolan took it from you gently, opening his inventory for the other two, Copper, then Jade… before he looked back to the Crystal one and paused again. You wondered what was happening around you, mass cheering? Were people upset? Your focus was Nolan, everything else was drowned out. Everyone knew what the official line for the plan was. Could the man you loved go ahead with it, that was the question – even if it was only on your lips. You regarded him for a minute, key in one hand, your fingers laced with his other and you wondered if he would really go through with it. Nolan had long had issues with the OASIS; it was in part responsible for the death of his sister, and he also held the belief that people spent far too long escaping the problems of the real world here instead of facing the ones outside. Now he truly had the keys to the Kingdom - would Nolan Sorrento shut it all down? Would he monetise it? He pandered that one to board and shareholders alike, but could he really go through with such a thing? You didn’t like to guess that he could - but making it exclusive to those that could afford it wouldn’t solve his problem. Those that could afford it would be pivotal in fixing the world, after all.

Nolan glanced to you and exhaled, squeezing your hand a little tighter, he’d dreamt of shutting this down since he’d lost her. And that’s what he really talked to you about in the dead of night curled up in your arms when no one else could hear. He gave a firm nod and turned back towards the door “Okay. Let’s do this...” Then looked back to you, placing your avatar’s hand over his, “You got me here, Y/N. So I won’t do this without you.” You could feel yourself start to well up, you weren’t one for crying and usually you’d curse yourself. But this once you’d let them come. “Nolan…” I love you. I love you too. I love you SO much. He gave a nod of encouragement, and a gentle smile – you returned both. “On my count…”

Whatever came next, and whatever Nolan chose to do here - you’d do it together.

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15/16! Woo hoo! We’re there! One more to go and we’ve done it!! 😁

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