Wooooooo it only took almost half a year, but here, has a next part:
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Summary:
In one story, a program named Rinzler remembered he was once named Tron long enough to ram his lightjet into Clu’s.
In one story, he fell, and Clu went on to harry the users and the ISO upon the I/O port’s very threshold.
In one story, he drifted into the deeps of the Sea of Simulation, limp and flickering, as Kevin Flynn drew Clu into himself and Sam and Quorra escaped into the user’s world.
This is not that story.
OMG OMG OMG LOOK WHAT I HAS:
HAPPY HOLIDAYS EVERYONE :D
Attendant warnings and disclaimers may be found on the fic page.
Summary:
In one story, a program named Rinzler remembered he was once named Tron long enough to ram his lightjet into Clu’s.
In one story, he fell, and Clu went on to harry the users and the ISO upon the I/O port’s very threshold.
In one story, he drifted into the deeps of the Sea of Simulation, limp and flickering, as Kevin Flynn drew Clu into himself and Sam and Quorra escaped into the user’s world.
This is not that story.
Subject says it all. Let’s write some tiny Tronfics! I’ll start: “Don’t worry, man. You’ll be perfect soon.” Clu’s voice echoed in the small, closed space. He hummed to himself, too, whenever he forgot he was supposed to be better than that, but that sound was drowned out by the grating…
To play off of Grey’s post and Winzler’s response titled “The Long Game” …
The Longer Game
“Don’t worry, man. You’ll be perfect soon.” Clu’s voice echoed in the small, closed space, and Tron - newly designated Rinzler - struggled to dampen his constant, grating burr. Glitched contextual procedures threw out random associations - “gotta break some eggs to make an omelette,” “things gotta get worse before they get better,” “sometimes you just gotta break it again to get it to set right, man,” - while limping subprocesses concluded that Clu may not be any better at keeping his promises than Flynn was.
But if the price of remaining a playable piece in this game between Clu and the Creator meant a little perfecting? Acceptable.
It’s almost a glitch; almost like she’s the one to start, draw her disc before he moves for his. It doesn’t matter: a femto and they’re both poised, blades whining like strings wound tight, like rope before it snaps and cuts its prey in half. He’s done it all. He’s killed with discs, swords, tanks, crushed through foes with his own hands and feet. He’s the best weapon; the best. He’d slice through her head with his helmet’s edge but he has nothing but that shameful worker’s garb. It doesn’t matter; his tactics engine reminds him of his teeth, the rare weapon of his early days when it was just him and his guards and their voxel dust when Clu let him loose.
The Loop @ AO3
Chapter 9 of 12: Rinzler vs Quorra showdown
(via winzler)
YAAAAAAAAAAAAAAY
Never enough! \o/
Again and again and again … how I love that you make Rinzler his own character, and not just an overlay. Everything else I already quoted back at you. :D
Anonymous asked:
<p>Ahahahha lemme hug you here too! (o man o man that tronzler kitty is so cute…who was it that drew the Alan-kitty and the two Tron/Rinzler kitties a while back and mentioned all this fanfic-y background for the image - I was so tempted to write something then, but didn’t have the time, but o man, this is too adorable)</p>
Yay — I love hugs! *HUGS* Thank you :3
Haha…that was me! http://stalkingbit.tumblr.com/post/8760137867/moar-gridkitties-so-the-thought-process-behind WRITE SOMETHING PLZ PLZ DOEEEEEEEEEEEEEET :OOOOOOOO
OMG YESSSSSSSSSSS
I saw that before I had my own tumblr account and couldn’t for the life of me figure out where it went afterwards.
WELP I GUESS THERE’S NO HELPING IT THERE’LL BE TRONZLER!KITTIES SOMETIME IN THE FUTURE
dw-t:
dw-t:
BREATHE, HONEY, BREATHE
*waves smelling salts and pets*
*revives*
…AND NOW WHY IS MY MOUSE MOVING TO NEWEGG.COM SEEMINGLY BY ITSELF?
D: Zombie mouse!
… I should have asked someone to draw a bit-mouse for a Tronzler-kitty to catch.
Ask and ye shall receive:
o … O … OMG
*luffs ya to BITS* <3<3<3 (no pun intended)
omg the little hearts and the little white ears and the fluffy bit-mouse and the poor little NO! and *’splodes w/ cute*
oh my god
this is fanart for fanfic of my fanart
dw-t wrote the most amazing Tron AU with Human!Rinzler!
I want to draw more but I need to wake up for my 8AM class tomorrow
wkjlfwelghjwe the imagery in that fic is absolutely stunning! ;___;
I will match your ‘oh my god’ and raise you a ‘holy cow’! The intensity of his look is AMAZING. \o/ It almost makes me want to see how many times we can circle the bush … fanart -> fanfic -> fanart -> fanfic … *eyeshifts*
dw-t:
it was supposed to be rinzler doodle, but then it turned into this …human au!rinzler?? :’DD
one day I will be skilled enough to capture the lethal elegance that is rinzler’s sexy body.
one day.
I’d read this AU.
I was originally gonna do a drabble, but it just went on and on and on, and so I guess it’s more of a one-shot now. (In fact, I even had MORE that was supposed to occur after the last sentence, but after getting most of a conversation out, it sounded sort of meh and I decided to do some selective amputation.)
Thus, I present, my first COMPLETED *gasp* work for Tron: Hope
On LJ: http://dw-lj.livejournal.com/4043.html
On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/255288
(For those who gamely sat with me through the livestream experiment, I discovered that the whole blargh of getting the initial words out onto a page is actually, probably the most boring part! D: I think I have more fun and bouncing around when I get the initial shape of it down, and then really start tweaking and tuning things. So, if I ever do it again, maybe I should do the livestream in the “second stage” instead, when I’m almost more editing than writing from scratch anymore. I dunno. Just food for thought.)
This is awesome… great battle scenes as always! I thought the livestream was plenty fun, too. <3
\o/
That’s actually not a bad idea - to livestream while editing, that is. Because I had loads of fun but I also thought we were rather distracting you from writing. (Which I also enjoyed in a good-humoured way, but still.)
Ahahhaha - busted. >.>
Yeah, I had TONS of fun! But I’m definitely not quite as efficient under those circumstances. :P But that’s just the price of multi-tasking … I’ve made my peace with it.
it was supposed to be rinzler doodle, but then it turned into this …human au!rinzler?? :’DD
one day I will be skilled enough to capture the lethal elegance that is rinzler’s sexy body.
one day.
I’d read this AU.
I was originally gonna do a drabble, but it just went on and on and on, and so I guess it’s more of a one-shot now. (In fact, I even had MORE that was supposed to occur after the last sentence, but after getting most of a conversation out, it sounded sort of meh and I decided to do some selective amputation.)
Thus, I present, my first COMPLETED *gasp* work for Tron: Hope
On LJ: http://dw-lj.livejournal.com/4043.html
On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/255288
(For those who gamely sat with me through the livestream experiment, I discovered that the whole blargh of getting the initial words out onto a page is actually, probably the most boring part! D: I think I have more fun and bouncing around when I get the initial shape of it down, and then really start tweaking and tuning things. So, if I ever do it again, maybe I should do the livestream in the “second stage” instead, when I’m almost more editing than writing from scratch anymore. I dunno. Just food for thought.)
Attendant warnings and disclaimers may be found on the fic page.
Summary:
It wasn’t so much that hope died, but that Sam realized it had only been wishful thinking all along.
For Winzler, and the prompt (misinterpreted):
The world ends. Nuclear wasteland, Mad Max style, etc. One day Sam comes out of the computer and everything is gone. The power will run out soon/the arcade is in danger/etc so Sam hurriedly brings a recovering Tron(zler) out to save him.
Tron is OK at first but slowly reverts to Rinzler under the stress of survival — and Sam eventually begins to lose it as well. In the end we’re left with 2 bugfuck crazy survivalist murdermachines roaming the wasteland together.
Attendant warnings and disclaimers may be found on the fic page.
Summary:
It wasn’t so much that hope died, but that Sam realized it had only been wishful thinking all along.
For Winzler, and the prompt (misinterpreted):
The world ends. Nuclear wasteland, Mad Max style, etc. One day Sam comes out of the computer and everything is gone. The power will run out soon/the arcade is in danger/etc so Sam hurriedly brings a recovering Tron(zler) out to save him.
Tron is OK at first but slowly reverts to Rinzler under the stress of survival — and Sam eventually begins to lose it as well. In the end we’re left with 2 bugfuck crazy survivalist murdermachines roaming the wasteland together.
dw-t:
The Devil’s Dues [Chapters 1-3]
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Summary:
It wasn’t so much that hope died, but that Sam realized it had only been wishful thinking all along.
For Winzler, and the prompt (misinterpreted):
The world ends. Nuclear…
aaaaaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA fantastic!
WELCOME TO TUMBLR :3
Thank you! :D Still trying to figure out all the ins and outs of the system… It took me an embarrassingly long time to figure out the whole reblogging feature. >.>
The Sea Like the Stars [Chapters 1-5]
All attendant warnings and disclaimers are on the fic page.
Summary:
In one story, a program named Rinzler remembered he was once named Tron long enough to ram his lightjet into Clu’s.
In one story, he fell, and Clu went on to harry the users and the ISO upon the I/O port’s very threshold.
In one story, he drifted into the deeps of the Sea of Simulation, limp and flickering, as Kevin Flynn drew Clu into himself and Sam and Quorra escaped into the user’s world.
This is not that story.
