#tron oc

[corruptedcodelines]

A slight flicker of shock echoed through Tron's eyes as he realized what she meant, shame creeping into his core. He... he hadn't known... he had just forced a Program to obedience...

Just like Clu...

Just like The MCP.

Intentional or not, he had done the one thing he had sworn he would never do.

He pulled his hands to his chest, shaking his head as a bitter taste rose in his mouth. He felt sick.

"That... that is... obscene I... I never meant..."

Rinzler's chest rose and fell in quick, rapid huffs, his eyes wide as he continued to stare mutely at his reflection. He could feel... guilt? Horror? The Bearer of... that NAME was... upset about the command?

He... he couldn't understand.

Distantly, he could feel something warm against his hand... disconnected data of contact that didn't feel fully his... but there... comforting... grounding. His left hand grasped for the comfort on desperate instinct, his body still locked in place by the offhand command but relaxing by just a bit.

The... User... would make sure he was OK.

Everything was confusing and muddled... a blended combination of half formed processes and broken functions that turned the world into nothing but a terrifying spiral. Everything used to be simple. He obeyed. He attacked. He was put into sleep mode. Then he woke. Obeyed. Fought. Slept...

But now...

His hand clenched tighter for that warmth, his own trembling as he stared at the glowing figure of that NAME.

Now everything was too large... too complex... confusing... he felt lost... just like his broken code... just like his glitching memories...

And the only thing holding his pieces together...

Was that... NAME.

At the same time, both glowing silhouettes gave the other a cautious nod. This... they would work with this. They would trust them... they needed to live... they needed to protect the User.

They wanted to survive.

Not in Kansas

@corruptedcodelines

Was this how Dorothy felt when she arrived in Oz? At least Munchkinland had more color.

Runa looked up at the sign that read Flynn’s. At least that seemed the same compared to the dystopian landscape around her. She had to have been dreaming. All the stress got to her and she took a nap at the arcade. That had to explain the blink and you miss it sudden landscape change from the computer desk to a dark, abandoned room. Runa pinched the skin on her arm under her leather jacket. No, that wasn’t working. Seeing a reflective surface, she rushed over to see her reflection. No, everything seemed normal to her. Her purple hair was still tied back, and she was still her regular, pale self. This had to be a very lucid dream. That had to be the only explanation.

Runa ran back inside Flynn’s and sunk down to the ground. She curled in on herself as she tried to form her thoughts. This was too much. All of it was too much.

Everything was too much.

She cried as she hugged herself. She wanted her family. Why couldn’t they be here? If this was really a dream, why couldn’t they be here?!

[cyanide-cafe]

admittedly have not been having art motivation recently,, very stressed go kaboom

i managed to make something i'm cool with though! a quick headshot based off Tron Uprising's art style ft. Clayton

[tron-ilyse]

my tron oc Ilyse! 💜 a program based on the "ILOVEYOU" virus

[corruptedcodelines]

Tyrace rotated his own position to cover Ed's back, his teeth bared and claws out at his sides as he snarled at the Infects. The Starving shells only seemed to spit and snarl back, hobbling just out of reach of his claws every time he took a swipe at them.

They were circling, waiting for an opening... any weakness in their defense. His eyes darkened at that thought.

He wouldn't let anything happen to this strange program called Ed.

“You shouldn’t be out here alone this late.”

The voice is echoed... garbled like it had been through too many layers of distortions gone wrong. The only tell that there was someone nearby on this forsaken piece of digital terrain was a flicker of something dark... cape?... or fabric maybe... just out of sight.

"It... isn't safe... for programs."

He'd had one of those days, where he'd been in not so great a mental space after a board meeting and couldn't go home but the walls of Encom tower felt more oppressive than safe like they usually did, and that perhaps made Ed a little more reckless. He'd gone for a walk, hoping to burn the last of his spoons so that maybe he could just go home and pass out.

He hadn't realized how far he'd walked until he found himself leaning heavily on Colossus, blinking up at the unlit sign of Flynn's arcade. He'd never really thought much about the place; he hadn't been allowed as a kid when it was open, and the one time his father's assistant caught him trying to sneak in with friends, he'd been... discouraged from returning.

Perhaps it was Flynn's old files he'd found on the Encom server that he kept thinking about, that drew him here. The files had been filled with ramblings that lined up so much with the angry rants his father used to have, and Ed couldn't stop thinking about them. He stood in front of the abandoned arcade, and something clicked into place. He realized he might have the missing puzzle piece to solve the mystery of where Flynn disappeared to.

Sherlock Holmes and Nancy Drew had always been a worse influence on him than his father made any of his childhood friends out to be; picking the lock on the door was trivial, and he quickly found the hidden basement.

It took him little time to find the Grid.

It took even less time for them to find him, though they didn't know what to do with the massive dog that had come with him.

They'd stripped him out of his clothes, put him in a light up suit, and given him a disc. They'd put Colossus in a suit and given him a disc as well. And then they marched him to Clu.

Clu had hoped to use him to lure his user out of hiding, and Ed laughed. Rescue his nemesis's son from certain death? Yeah right.

It was the sight of the test tube-looking prison, large enough to contain an adult human, more than Clu's plans to turn him into mindless soldier under his control, that had sent Ed into a panic.

Colossus had always been gentle with other people, and Ed had never seen the dog snap, much less bite someone, but Ed's panic must have triggered something, because the next thing he knew, the guards that had been restraining him were on the ground, and he was sprinting down the hall with Colossus, Clu dropping yellow voxels from the stump of his wrist as he pursued after them.

Ed didn't remember much about the escape, but an explosion or ten later he was hiding in an abandoned building in a darkened sector of the city.

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That had been... Ed had no idea how long ago. It felt like months. They'd probably given up the search for him, if there even was one when he went missing. The darkened sector made an ideal hiding spot. It seemed like Clu or his forces couldn't track data there, though Ed also couldn't access the Grid to write scripts, execute command lines, or draw energy, which meant that Ed had to venture out in order to obtain energy or code anything he needed. And that meant he had to leave Colossus, since the dog was instantly recognizable.

Regardless, he'd learned how his disc connected him to the Grid, and had figured out how to use it to change his outfit to something slightly closer to his usual clothing with a floor length cloak, and had coded a swordstick with a pigeon-head for a hilt to defend himself with.

It was his third time venturing out, in need of more energy for both himself and Colossus, that he'd been found.

Ed froze, leaning heavily on the swordstick. He was having a low energy day, but he could fight, if it came to it.

He shifted his weight off the cane ever so slightly. "Is that so?" he asked, voice intentionally kept even and calm. "The same could be said of you."

[de4thm00n]

As promised, the one and only: CLU!

Along with a couple of drawings of a mini-comic I'm doing w him and an OC. <3

(Go get him for me, RYaN!)

[rocklobster0]

Finally got Whis’s design done ^^ behold my lil Tron OC

She’s a social tracking program originally made to assist with making sure programs were happy and got what services or infrastructure they needed

[sugarjellybear]

Another little drawing of Typo :))

[vppacer]

☆⁠ ELECTRIC BITS ☆⁠

Fanart for @bookwormlover10 and @toomanyfanficsnotimetowriteem :D . I happened to come across this post and I just love their design so much! So I drew them during my freetime :3 I hope y'all like It ^^

[zenju-sama]

WIP

my oc on Tron! Bark (bark bark bark) isn’t a social ISO, although it may seem otherwise at first.

(yeah, he can clone himself, hmhmhm)

well…and some mischief with Bark and H - ma girl oc @anntova

[qyrhan]

Current concept for Rhys’ 82 gridsuit. I imagine she was placed into the Disc Games rather than the lacrosse style game like Flynn was.

[gillymugs]

Tron Alignment OC: Gale

My little user

[wynandcore]

THE GRIDBUGS: Argon’s (self-proclaimed) number one nuisance!

[fihfalent]

Однажды я подробно расскажу о своих персонажах и мир схлопнется

Stoopid

[tron-ilyse]

oldie art 💜💿

[de4thm00n]

You are a better weapon than you are a program.

Only RYaN ver. Under the cut! VVV

[bookwormlover10]

#Coming to you live from the Encom mainframe the Electric Bits #

The purple is an oc who the belong to @toomanyfanficsnotimetowriteem ( I hope I spelled the right) this came over a conversation we had in comments. the knock off Miku is jewels and her boyfriend with the cool hair is Cole. ( Hope you like it because I did take some libertys was her)