Look, look, I bring back lots of gifts when I go away for a while! \o/
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Summary:
And isn’t it ironic that he would be faced with this specter when he himself was now the stodgy old codger?
WARNING: This is a side-story to my post-apocalypse-AU story, The Devil’s Dues. You’ll want to at least be familiar with the premise of it to understand the setting here.
TUUUUUUUUUUUUUBMLRRRRRRRRR I HAVE MISSED J00!
Maaaaaaaaaan the last week has been wild, and I’m gonna just haveta write off my online presence through that period cuz I’m never gonna catch up with all my tumblr backlog now. But hopefully this will make up for it and I’m gonna try and keep up again now. :D
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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 Stalkingbit, 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.
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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.
I was inspired by Stalkingbit’s ship meme answers to draw some good ol’ near-death experience, no time like the present, right here in this grid alley Tron/Alan action.
Happy Friday! hohohoho
So, saltbay put out this incredible image a while back, and while I know that the sentiment behind it was COMPLETELY DIFFERENT, the writing bug bit me when stalkingbit made the comment, “hey I could imagine it being like Tron’s trying desperately to protect his user by shielding him with his own body”.
Suddenly, there were thoughts of terrorists or industrial espionage, of Grid 2.0 not so long after 1982, of people trying to steal Encom’s secrets and/or kidnap Kevin and/or all sorts of mayhem, etc etc etc.
I also had the inane thought that this would be something short and quick I would dash off, but *flail* a lot of other things came in between, I detected a distinctly angsty bend in the road midway (which I hadn’t intended initially, honest), and stopped for a while in order to become distracted. (Thanks for your patience, winzler! :P)
But then I decided I should really clean house for the new year, and so even though this is sort of flaily and I-don’t-know-what-I’m-doing and almost more of an experiment than anything else, I tried to hammer everything out in one go, so here’s some writing:
HAPPY NEW YEAR, EVERYONE!
And here be the conclusion, minus an epilogue, of The Devil’s Dues. :D
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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 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.
OMG OMG OMG I can’t believe I’m finally at the top of the hill … RIDE’S ALMOST OVER, KIDDIES!
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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 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.
On LJ:http://dw-lj.livejournal.com/6963.html
On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/295564
Summary:
Flynn is his shepherd, and Clu wants so very, very much more.
Notes: The very last scene, where Clu holds and, in his own way, tries to comfort a distraught Tron, actually popped fully-formed into my head after seeing Winzler’s livestream drawing. Obviously a different interpretation from the image, but particularly with the lead up action, hopefully it’s fun anyway! \o/
(And wooooo - my second one-shot fic finished in the same day for Tron Virtualcon!)
On LJ: http://dw-lj.livejournal.com/6865.html
On AO3: http://archiveofourown.org/works/295456
Summary: Excuses, rationalization, and maybe a little happily ever after.
Notes: This being Tron: Legacy’s one year anniversary and designated the date of (maybe the first?) Tron Virtualcon on-line, it seemed a natural idea!
Happy Tron Day!
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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 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.
O god, what am I doing, I don’t have time for more fic … D: But it happened - IT DOES WHAT IT WANTS
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Summary:
The world had ended. It just took a while for everyone to catch up.
WARNING: This is a side-story to my post-apocalypse-AU story, The Devil’s Dues. To get the most out of this, you should definitely read that first. It’s not done yet, but the first four chapters are enough to give the frame for this.
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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 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.
This be a fill for this prompt learned through Winzler (though I think someone else was the originator of the prompt itself … the enabling was all Winzler’s fault, though). I started out aiming at the spirit of the prompt, but sort of wandered a bit along the way.
A HUGE thanks to Winzler for the pompoms and the research :D
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.)
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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 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.
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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 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.
