``Stranger and Stranger...

snake-eyes-11:

xfightsfortheusers:

snake-eyes-11:

Oogie hissed through his teeth and made a face. 
“Well, not everythin’ but I’m hopin’ to make up for most of it. Gotta get their trust back” he explained. Since Jack had abandoned them, the morale of the people had been significantly low but he aimed to change that with his plans. “Sorta, yeah…my wife crowned me King again after she was made Queen herself. Kinda confusin’, I know.”

Tron immediately regretted asking. However, he was satisfied with the answer he got.

“Most of it. That’s good, at least,” he replied. Observing the dark and dreary atmosphere (he was beginning to grow a little more confident now, and his circuitry reflected this), he looked for something to point out or something to ask about in an attempt to change the subject.

Tron saw the tops of towers from a distance; he pointed to them and asked, “Is that the town up ahead?”

Oogie nodded, observing the stranger with an air of caution and curiosity. He was unlike anyone else he’d seen before and he noticed how the lights in his clothing got brighter as he spoke up.
Turning and looking at where he was pointing, Oogie agreed.
“Yes, that’s Halloween Town. Ain’t too far from here, now” he explained.

After Oogie confirmed where they were going, Tron took a closer look at their destination.

“It looks interesting,” he observed. “Nothing like I’ve ever seen before. Are all the buildings like that?” He gestured toward some of the taller and more crooked towers of the town. How did those buildings stay up like that? It was a weird phenomenon, especially as Tron had been used to only having myriads of rooms embedded in a sturdy canyon wall. 

“I can’t wait to see the rest of it.”

[i think i should get to replies on both accounts]

beck-the-renegade:

((This fandom has a lot of ships. Seriously. I was going to try and list them all, but I don’t want to risk forgetting one and offending anyone. I’ll just tag the ones I know to get this message out, because my proposal is this.

I want to have a ship week. I have done them before for other fandoms, and I think that it would be really fun! The only difference is that it won’t be ship specific. Just the “Tron Fandom Ship Week” in which every day, you choose what ship you want to use with each day’s theme. Meaning that you can use the same ship - like your OTP - all week OR you can mix it up if you’re feeling bold or inspired by any one theme! I think that it would be really open and fun, and a fun way to bond because I want to know you all.

I am 100% willing to head it and make a “Tron Fandom Ship Week” sideblog to post all of the action with different tags for each ship so that you can track what you are interested in!

Now, if you are interested, would you PRETTY PLEASE reblog this post as text and add a Tron ship that exists, if not already reblogged and added, so that I can add them to the master list. I won’t figure out a week or make a blog for it unless I get enough support. Who’s with me?))

[FLYNN/TRON]

persephonegoestohell:

wonderfullyweirdgirl:

Imagine you had a robot boyfriend and you were snuggling into his chest, and you could hear a soft humming and whirring, like the machine version of a heartbeat UvU

omg no

administrativefunctions:

xfightsfortheusers:

[how to make a TRON playlist without listening to Daft Punk, an autobiography]

[Well, I tend to resort to Adam Lambert for Castor and siblings, since it just … fits. Imagine Dragons is okay, and I throw in some techno songs for good measure.]

[Interesting. So it’s not just me. xD

because i look back at my Uprising playlist and

Morrissey
AFI
Adele
Voltaire
Evanescence (bECAUSE EVERYTHING IS MORE ANGSTY WITH-)

and then i wonder if i’m doing anything wrong because all of this works alright it’s just]

chatchatchatzy:

xfightsfortheusers:

 

“Thanks,” Tron replied. “You have a nice name, too, C.C.” He thought for a moment, figuring out a way to explain the Grid, before stating, “This whole System was created by a friend of mine, Kevin Flynn. ‘The Grid’ is just what they call the civilized parts of it, like the cities and stuff. It’s got loads of cities, including one they named after my… future self… it’s hard to explain.” He shrugged.

C.C. nodded and listened carefully, her eyes wide with wonder as she stared at him. “But, it’s a city at least.” She slowly processed the information, thinking of things to ask, but coming up short. “Goodness me, I’ve only ever read about this kind of stuff from users… what are cities like? Are there lots of people? Or, or, programs? Since people are users and programs are… us.” she pointed between herself and him.

“I wouldn’t be able to tell you,” Tron admitted. “Things are a lot different where I come from. The cities on the Grid are really big, and it’s jam-packed with Programs. Where I come from, the cities… they’re not as big. Or as… flashy.” His circuits muted at the thought. “And there’s a lot more room to move around back home. Here, I’ve learned that if I ever want time to myself, I have to go all the way to the outskirts, even the Outlands.”

yourhostcastor:

xfightsfortheusers:

yourhostcastor:

Castor let Tron process all he told him.  “Oh, the new grid? Tons, really.  It’s still recovering from Clu’s fall, however…..oh, where to start….?  Oh, first, the Games….nobody is forced to play in the Games anymore, but Programs volunteer.  It is their life’s work and pride….”  He paused…having haunting memories of the Games back during Clu’s reign, that affected both him and his brother…..who got the worst of it. Shaking out of it, he went back to speaking. “Oh, pardon me….there’s also the Sea of Simulation….Clu poisoned it many cycles ago to stop rebelling programs….there are rumors now that new creatures have adapted to its toxic waters……..but apart from that, Programs are trying to think of ways to de-toxify it….if that’s even possible.

“There is also the Outlands, uninhabited areas of the Grid that are mostly barren wasteland, and home to Gridbugs…ew…..Oh, but wild Bits live there too - aside from the ones that live in the cities, which we enjoy keeping as pets…

“And then there are the many cities…the one we’re in now is named for you, Tron.” He smiled.  “So, this is Tron city, and there is also Arja city, and Argon city…along with many others.

“Not to mention, the cities are full of many places of interest.  Such as my club, the End of Line,” he said, grinning big.  “It’s at the top of the highest tower in Tron City!”

He ended there, hoping he didn’t overwhelm Tron too much with all the information.

“Hmmmm…” Tron patiently listened to everything Castor had said.

“So, let me get this straight,” he stated, before beginning, “Programs volunteer for the Games instead of being forced into it. “The Sea of Simulation is toxic, but things live in it anyway, like Gridbugs. The Outlands are also uninhabited, except for, again, Gridbugs and also Bits, but Programs keep them as pets. There are a lot of cities on the Grid, including one… named after me, and the… End of… Line… Club is the tallest building in Tron City.” Tron looked proud to have spit back this information. “Right?”

Castor nodded.  “Just about.  Except that Gridbugs aren’t what live in the Sea……monstrous creatures do….but nobody has ever gotten a good look at them.  Some are claimed to be as small as Gridbugs, and others……a massive size.  And as for the End of Line….it’s just the top of the building.  The rest of the building consists of living quarters.  But other than that…you got your information correct.” He grinned at Tron.

Tron was confused.

“If you’ve never gotten a good look at the monstrous creatures in the Sea of Simulation,” he pointed out, “how do you know they’re there?” He resisted the urge to go looking for these kinds of creatures, possibly to give himself something to do during his stay on the Grid, but he realized that maybe this wasn’t such a good idea.

“And the End of… it’s at the top of the tower,” he added. “And the rest of the building is living quarters. For Programs?” Of course, he only partly understood this. After all, the Programs where he came from lived in special living quarters as well, although they weren’t in buildings but in elevated parts of canyon walls. He wondered what kind of living quarters would fit more Programs in the end.

corruptedhacker:

xfightsfortheusers:

The Program smiled.

“Sure, I’ll be able to answer those for you. You’re in one of the central hubs of the Theta sector. In the ENCOM server, but I bet you already knew that, being a User.” The Program chuckled. “As for your friend…” The Program looked over his shoulder at where Lilith had gestured. 

The ancient Security Program had once again checked the Energy container to see if any more liquid had magically conjured itself, but was once again disappointed to find that it was empty. He climbed on top of the Energy container once again, hoping that the amount of liquid would change because of the different perspective. However, the now empty container had held his weight for long enough and had been rattled long enough for it to suddenly topple over, taking the Program with it. Muttering something under his breath, the Security Program confirmed that the container was, indeed, empty, and he scurried off to see if there were any more containers around.

“… I wouldn’t know that for sure. It would depend on… what’s wrong with him. I know there are Programs specialized in disinfecting, if he’s got a virus or something… Looks to me like his memory needs some serious defragmenting, in my opinion. There are Programs for that, too, if you ask around…”

There was some noise in the distance (akin to containers rattling and female Programs screaming), and noticing this, Lilith’s guide added, “Although, at the moment, I’d be a little more concerned about keeping him under control.”

Lilith spun around to where the “Program” was just a moment earlier, but found only an empty container. “Oh shit, thanks for the information!” She quickly said to the guy, and ran off in the direction of the commotion.

It seemed as though the wayward Program had found himself something, whatever it was, to drink. Not wanting to gather the attention of the guards, Lilith grabbed the guys arm and practicality dragged him out of what seemed to be a bar; muttering a few “Sorry”, “Excuse me”, and “I got him under control now” to a few people as she exited. Things where starting to form together in her mind, and right now she needed less of this guy’s problems. Lilith couldn’t just leave him to fend for himself, seeing as something was obviously very wrong with him, so it seemed a good talking to was in order.

Finding a nice, secluded place to talk, she sat him down and stood over him. With a good grip on his shoulders, she looked him in the eyes; “Look I know you need help, and I’m going to help you get it. But you have to listen to me, and you can’t go running off. If you need something, tell me. Do you understand?” she said, shaking him a bit to get the point across. 

Yes! He’d found another source of Energy. This one had more Programs trying to get at it, but he was the stronger of them, and he got past them easily, because he needed the Energy more than they did, right?

However, as the starved Program was gulping down several more gallons of Energy at a time, he felt that he was being grabbed again! He swatted at the intruder, but then he realized that it was Alan One again. Alan One, always looking out for him. That was a very funny joke, the User not being Alan One. Tron had almost believed it for a few moments.

Reluctantly, he obeyed his User and followed him to wherever it was that he wanted to go. Walking at a slow pace along the road gave him a chance to look at the scenery. It was very, very pretty, and Tron found himself looking in several different directions at various unfamiliar shiny objects in particular. It was all much, much better than that strange dark room he had become accustomed to…

Okay, now Alan One was talking to him. Tron tried to focus, but something else always caught his attention; he resisted the urge to run off again, though, because he knew Alan One wouldn’t like it.

But suddenly, he… he felt himself getting more Energy. His circuits grew brighter and brighter, and he felt warmer and warmer, not to mention a little more focused. The User’s appearance registered with him a little more. Alan One seemed like… a female? It didn’t make sense to Tron.

However, beggars couldn’t be choosers.

He nodded at the promise not to run away again, and he intended to follow through with that promise, because that was what good Programs did.

mooremooo:

xfightsfortheusers:

mooremooo:

xfightsfortheusers:

[how to make a TRON playlist without listening to Daft Punk, an autobiography]

[no cheating]

mooremooo:

xfightsfortheusers:

[how to make a TRON playlist without listening to Daft Punk, an autobiography]

[no cheating]

[how to make a TRON playlist without listening to Daft Punk, an autobiography]

chatchatchatzy:

xfightsfortheusers:

chatchatchatzy:

xfightsfortheusers:

“Oh, well… no, actually,” Tron replied, giving her a friendly smile. “I’m just visiting, too.” Why was everyone assuming he was from the Grid…?

“Ah, ok! I’m used to only watching users talk, so this whole place is brand new to me!” She grinned and held out her hand “I understand this is a user custom, this shaking hands thing. I’m C.C., what’s your name?”

Tron grinned as she explained one of the techniques he had learned on his many visits to the World of the Users.

“It is,” he explained, happy to be on the ‘teaching’ end this time. “It takes some getting used to, but soon it’ll be second nature. I’m Tron.”

C.C. beamed, all too excited to meet a new person. “Tron, what a great name! I like it, very short and sweet! So what is this ‘grid’ place?” She looked about with wide eyes, trying to take in as much information as she could.

“Thanks,” Tron replied. “You have a nice name, too, C.C.” He thought for a moment, figuring out a way to explain the Grid, before stating, “This whole System was created by a friend of mine, Kevin Flynn. ‘The Grid’ is just what they call the civilized parts of it, like the cities and stuff. It’s got loads of cities, including one they named after my… future self… it’s hard to explain.” He shrugged.

[afk for a while. first family dinner in some time. =D]

chatchatchatzy:

xfightsfortheusers:

chatchatchatzy:

“Hi! You must be from this grid-place too!”

“Oh, well… no, actually,” Tron replied, giving her a friendly smile. “I’m just visiting, too.” Why was everyone assuming he was from the Grid…?

“Ah, ok! I’m used to only watching users talk, so this whole place is brand new to me!” She grinned and held out her hand “I understand this is a user custom, this shaking hands thing. I’m C.C., what’s your name?”

Tron grinned as she explained one of the techniques he had learned on his many visits to the World of the Users.

“It is,” he explained, happy to be on the ‘teaching’ end this time. “It takes some getting used to, but soon it’ll be second nature. I’m Tron.”

heartseekingfreedom:

xfightsfortheusers:

heartseekingfreedom:

“Heh heh, sorry.” Riku was starting to feel like a bumbling alien. Well, technically he was one, right? Ahh, this could be difficult…

 ”I guess I can fix things. On my island, I built most of the raft while my friends just goofed off or took naps on the beach,” he smiled wistfully at the memory. “Anyways, your best bet is probably fighting. I’m pretty good. Oh, and I’m Riku.”

“Hmmmm… fixing and fighting, huh? Well, we need more utilities than security at the moment, so it’s good that you can at least help us with repairs.” Tron was satisfied; now they were getting somewhere! “I know of a place right away. Come with me, Riku.” Tron jumped off a small ledge and made his way through a narrow canyon, one that would eventually intersect with several others, one of which would eventually lead them to a place that needed repairing badly.

Riku was a bit disappointed; he’d have rather fought things, but he could do with improving his repairman skills or whatever they were. As Tron led him down an unfamiliar way, he stuck close to him so they wouldn’t get separated somehow in this vast cyberspace. Then he started worrying another thing: what if he wasn’t quite as skilled for the job as Tron thought?

Tron led Riku through the canyons until he found the place he was looking for. There was a hole in one of the canyon walls the size of  small building, and Programs were swarmed around it trying to repair the code that formed the wall. Upon closer observation, the hole created a large, gaping, unnecessary entrance into a small cave, and the large fragments of that wall were partially submerged in an Energy pool inside, cutting off the flow of the river.

“Okay, from what I see here, you have one of two choices,” Tron commented as he approached the mess, making sure to take a glance or two inside the cave to see how bad the damage to the Energy pool was. “You can help the Utilities patch up the code in this wall—I think they’ll show you how, if you ask—or you can come with me and help find a way to get these chunks out of the Energy pool so the spring won’t be stopped up. It’s up to you, but the pieces are very heavy.”

nothin-special-just-my-basscanon:

xfightsfortheusers:

nothin-special-just-my-basscanon:

“They’re definitely my kind of Programs, if you ask me,” Vinyl chuckled a bit, smiling at the thought of the two of them. She blinked and looked at Tron, tilting her head at his question. “Oh, me? Ohoh, no, of course not! Though, the thought definitely sounds cool…” She shook her head, “I’m a User, if that’s what you’d call me. But I’m certainly not from here.”

“They’re both Entertainment Programs,” Tron recalled; even though it was a blunt statement of the obvious, Tron usually liked to make sure he didn’t remember any of his friends incorrectly. 

The fact that she was a User interested him even more. “And you like that kind of stuff? Castor and Eckert’s functions, I mean?” He didn’t think Users were into music and things, but Tron supposed he should have known that from the start.

“Mhmm,” She grinned, crossing her arms, “And entertainment is what I do, too. It’s kinda a perfect friendship if you ask me.”

His question caught her attention. Did he really just ask that? No, really? “Pssh, of course I do! A lot of us do. I’m a DJ, I’m all about music. What Eckert and Castor do is exactly what I like to do. And as for other Users besides me, they like music, too. Except…not all of them like certain genres. Oh, well.”

Tron’s circuits muted.

“Oh,” he merely said at her explanation. After a moment, he added, “Sorry about that. I… I only knew about music Programs. I didn’t… Well, I didn’t know there were such things as Music Users, too. DJs, you called them…?” Wow, Users were strange and interesting! And not all Users liked the same kinds of music… which meant there were different kinds of Music Users, too. At least, that’s what he thought was the system. Still…

“What do you mean ‘certain genres’?” he asked her.

yourhostcastor:

xfightsfortheusers:

yourhostcastor:

“I think that’s what they’re used for,” he said, “but I’m not sure.  Oh, you weren’t bothering me at all, Tron,” Castor smiled.

Tron wondered if any of his User friends knew about this, and he made a note to himself to ask them later. Now, however, he needed to prepare for whenever this “Disk” would come to get him… however that would end up happening. He wondered how to properly prepare for things like this. Could anyone prepare? Or was he the first Program to know beforehand that this was going to happen? Interacting with upgraded Programs sure had its benefits!

Tron was so caught up in his mental preparing that he almost forgot to reply to Castor.

“That’s good. Thanks,” he stated absently. Soon, however, he focused again. “Anything you can tell me about the Grid?”

Castor let Tron process all he told him.  “Oh, the new grid? Tons, really.  It’s still recovering from Clu’s fall, however…..oh, where to start….?  Oh, first, the Games….nobody is forced to play in the Games anymore, but Programs volunteer.  It is their life’s work and pride….”  He paused…having haunting memories of the Games back during Clu’s reign, that affected both him and his brother…..who got the worst of it. Shaking out of it, he went back to speaking. “Oh, pardon me….there’s also the Sea of Simulation….Clu poisoned it many cycles ago to stop rebelling programs….there are rumors now that new creatures have adapted to its toxic waters……..but apart from that, Programs are trying to think of ways to de-toxify it….if that’s even possible.

“There is also the Outlands, uninhabited areas of the Grid that are mostly barren wasteland, and home to Gridbugs…ew…..Oh, but wild Bits live there too - aside from the ones that live in the cities, which we enjoy keeping as pets…

“And then there are the many cities…the one we’re in now is named for you, Tron.” He smiled.  “So, this is Tron city, and there is also Arja city, and Argon city…along with many others.

“Not to mention, the cities are full of many places of interest.  Such as my club, the End of Line,” he said, grinning big.  “It’s at the top of the highest tower in Tron City!”

He ended there, hoping he didn’t overwhelm Tron too much with all the information.

“Hmmmm…” Tron patiently listened to everything Castor had said.

“So, let me get this straight,” he stated, before beginning, “Programs volunteer for the Games instead of being forced into it. “The Sea of Simulation is toxic, but things live in it anyway, like Gridbugs. The Outlands are also uninhabited, except for, again, Gridbugs and also Bits, but Programs keep them as pets. There are a lot of cities on the Grid, including one… named after me, and the… End of… Line… Club is the tallest building in Tron City.” Tron looked proud to have spit back this information. “Right?”

yourleaderandbeacon:

xfightsfortheusers:

Tron stayed obediently still as “Your Excellency” came to greet them, bracing himself and, at this point, preparing for anything. He watched CLU—the Program he assumed to be CLU—approach them, making it fully clear with his body language that if anything were to happen, Tron would not hesitate to break free from his captors and defend himself. After all, Sark had made the mistake of training Tron for the Game Grid, hoping the stubborn Program would derezz. Tron had only grown stronger, and had even managed to defeat Sark at his own game in the end. He would not hesitate to do the same to “CLU.”

However, when “CLU“‘s helmet retracted, Tron was surprised at the face underneath.

“Flynn,” Tron breathed; he knew things weren’t always what they seemed on the Grid, but he felt comforted by the fact that there was at least a familiar face. He then blurted, “Flynn, you have to help me. Maybe you can explain to these goons… Flynn, you remember me, don’t you?”

Then, Tron’s circuits muted as soon as “Flynn” smiled and spoke. Something about the way the “User” was looking at him… Tron immediately berated himself for being too trusting too soon, especially on the Grid. He pulled himself back into his captors’ tight grasp, at least creating an illusion of security at that moment.

“You’re… you’re not Flynn, are you?” At that moment, Tron became frightened.

Very frightened.

Well this was an interesting development. It had been many cycles since he had been mistaken for Kevin Flynn. Something in the program’s smile darkened even as those delicate circuits of the other program dimmed with realization.

Clu strode forward to close the distance and then he made sure he kept eye contact. “I’m not Kevin Flynn, Tron. But I am very very happy to see you.” The voice was Flynn’s, the face was Flynn’s, but this was not Kevin Flynn. This was Clu. A program made into a User’s image.

The Luminary had to admit that he was a bit unsure. Considering he had sent Rinzler out on patrol not long before the first report of this program had come in.

Wait… Flynn had told him something about an older system. Did that system have a Tron as well? And was this that system’s Tron? Not many programs had that distinctive identifier displayed so prominently. And Flynn’s version was modest in comparison.

“I am happy to see you, Tron.” He repeated. “But I have to admit I am…perplexed as how you came to be here. And either you tell me, or I see for myself. I think you would rather tell me then have me read through your disc? Am I right, Tron?”

Tron couldn’t hold back the noise he made in his throat as CLU approached him further, standing right in front of him. No… this wasn’t possible. This was Flynn, Tron knew it, but this wasn’t… Flynn. He seemed too much like Sark to really be Flynn, a concept that Tron had always thought of as in his worst… what was the User word for it…? Nightmares. 

He couldn’t take his eyes off CLU as his best friend’s doppelganger continued to speak. It was several moments before it had registered in Tron that CLU had asked him a question.

“I… I don’t know,” he stammered. He knew he was supposed to be brave, to look his fear in the face because he knew the Users were with him, but in this place, in front of CLU, he seemed to feel a certain… abandonment. His circuits almost blackened entirely, and even though he was still pressed against the guards who kept him tightly (safely?) bound, Tron wanted to make himself smaller and smaller until he was the size of a bit and no one could see him anymore.

But he still looked CLU in the eye, as he was morbidly fascinated by the dark resemblance.

“I don’t know,” he repeated. “I don’t know how I got here. I’ve been here before, a few times, but I can’t tell you the exact way I came. I know as much as you do, honest. I… I mean, you can check my Disc if you want to… I’m not sure how it would work on the Grid, but if you can… it’ll show, trust me…”

chatchatchatzy:

“Hi! You must be from this grid-place too!”

“Oh, well… no, actually,” Tron replied, giving her a friendly smile. “I’m just visiting, too.” Why was everyone assuming he was from the Grid…?

darkecosage:

Gol Acheron floated a few feet off the ground in his workshop. Floated as his feet hadn’t touched the ground in years. No less than three weights attached to a belt about his waist gave him some control over this issue.

Deranged, maniacal laughter gives way to sickly coughing. Being submerged and encased in Dark Eco for who knows how long hadn’t done his lungs any favors. Though he noted the situation hadn’t gotten any better.

He abandoned the trinket he was working on to meander over to an oxygen hookah. The Sage took the pipe in hand and inserted it between his lips before inhaling deeply. “Ahhh. Much better.” He murmurs before exhaling purple smoke out of his nostrils.

It was then he noted that he had a visitor. One heavy eye ridge lifted at the stranger’s appearance. But the stranger was glowing, as if he’d been infused with Light Eco.

“Can I help you find something? Perhaps you’re lost?” Gol asked in a mock-friendly tone. Someone was going to answer for this. But in the meantime, Gol intended to learn.

He was a Sage after all. Even if that…girl intended to replace him. He was the Master of Dark Eco. Not that girl. But it wouldn’t do for Gol to lose his temper in front of a guest. No.

He inhaled again of the oxygen before exhaling more purple smoke as he balanced the pipe of the hookah in his clawed fingers.

Tron could definitely tell that this microcycle, he wasn’t where he was supposed to be. This normally wouldn’t have been a problem, but most of the places in which he had found himself weren’t so… creepy. 

As soon as the sage saw him, Tron’s circuits dimmed. When the stranger spoke, the only thing that didn’t keep his circuits from blackening altogether was the remnants of his curiosity.

“Yes, I’m lost,” Tron admitted nervously, although he tried to maintain as much of a diplomatic tone as he could. “I didn’t mean to interrupt you in… whatever you were doing. I’ll just… find my way back to where I came.” He started to back away from the… creepy-looking thing. Unless he needed to fight him or he really proved he was friendly, Tron didn’t want to associate himself with someone like this more than he needed to. “Thank you for your trouble…”

snake-eyes-11:

xfightsfortheusers:

snake-eyes-11:

Chuckling once more, Oogie shook his head. “To them I was the villain.” he explained. “The bad guy, someone ya stay away from - an’ within reason. I’m not to be meddled with, shall we say.”
Oogie’s eyes glinted with mischief and he turned to Tron with a glistening smile. “But, I’m respected now because I had the capacity to change my ways and make up for ‘em.”

Tron nodded in understanding. He could see how many people thought Oogie was “one to stay away from,” as he was very intimidating (however, Tron was smart enough not to point this out to his guide’s face). 

“You made up for everything you did?” Tron asked, not sure if he was understanding Oogie right. He assumed some villains were redeemable, but from the kind he had seen, that seemed pretty unlikely. “And that made you king?”

Oogie hissed through his teeth and made a face. 
“Well, not everythin’ but I’m hopin’ to make up for most of it. Gotta get their trust back” he explained. Since Jack had abandoned them, the morale of the people had been significantly low but he aimed to change that with his plans. “Sorta, yeah…my wife crowned me King again after she was made Queen herself. Kinda confusin’, I know.”

Tron immediately regretted asking. However, he was satisfied with the answer he got.

“Most of it. That’s good, at least,” he replied. Observing the dark and dreary atmosphere (he was beginning to grow a little more confident now, and his circuitry reflected this), he looked for something to point out or something to ask about in an attempt to change the subject.

Tron saw the tops of towers from a distance; he pointed to them and asked, “Is that the town up ahead?”

[sorry about the lack of activity here, guys. I guess today was more of an Uprising day. Nonetheless, I’ll get to replies in the morning~ Night, everyone!]

nonamenotheralias:

If it’s good, it will become official.

Let’s cut to the chase. I wanna RP. You wanna RP. Let’s do it. Don’t be shy. Send in one or more of the following symbols to my ask:

☮ - For me to post a starter.

☼ - If you’d like our characters to be friends.

✿ - If you want to try a romantic relationship with my character.

❅ - If you’d like our characters to be enemies or rivals.

♥ - If you just want to RP, and see where it goes.

eaion:

ridyr-writing:

eaion:

(Okay, it is actually just a poll… I’m just curious. :) *blush*)

Suppose that there will be only these four characters in the eagerly awaited Tron3 movie (the sequel of the Legacy) from the older movies:

Alan, Tron, Quorra and Sam.

And you can choose only one other character from all of the previous things: the movies, the animated series, the video games or the comic.

Who would be your choice? ;)

Well that’s a ridiculously hard question. I’d have to say Lora, though. BUT, if I could have two picks, I’d like to see Lora and Paige.

Uuuuhhh, I missed answering for my own question. ‘-.-

Honestly… I want Dyson. (Please, don’t unfollow me. :’D)

[Yori.

just

Yori.]

_{■ - Violent headcanon}

_{♦ - Emotional headcanon}

_{✿ - Happy headcanon}

_{● - Sad headcanon}

_{♠ - Painful headcanon}

_{♥ - Love headcanon}

_{♡ - Sex headcanon}

_{☆ - Appearence headcanon}

_{☠ - Death headcanon}

_{♒ - Family headcanon}

_{☮ - Friendship headcanon}

_{▼ - Childhood headcanon}

_{∇ - Old age headcanon}

_{☄ - Food headcanon}

_{★ - Education headcanon}

fallingforkonoha:

I wanna see which RPers are okay with it

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xfightsfortheusers:

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xfightsfortheusers:

“I can drive,” Tom blurted out. Of course, he wasn’t lying, but his dad usually wanted him to use the car only for going to school and back—no extra errands or things like that. Tom took a moment to wonder what his dad was going to kill him worse over.

“Just let me get my k—” he stuttered, digging into his pockets only to see that his keys weren’t there. “My k-keys…” He was probably looking like such an idiot right now. Ada should have just walked away there and then, and then Tom would have to explain why he was late for math. Probably in front of everyone, too. And Kev would go nuts if Tom called him and told him he met a girl—Ada, of all people— but screwed up on the opportunity. Even Kev would probably not want to be near him ever again. Where, oh, where the hell were his keys?!

Oh. They were on his lanyard.

Tom chuckled as he held the keys up to show Ada.

“Here they are,” he chuckled, trying to stop his face from turning as red as it probably did. “Let’s go.”

Ada watched Tom with a grin. He was like a overgrown, flustered puppy - and that was her favorite type of person to play with. So Zuse was probably going to be all over her for skipping, but she was the older sister, and she wasn’t afraid to pull that.

Tom was flustered, tripping all over himself, and it was almost cute.

“Lead the way,” Ada said cheerfully.

He was dead. He was dead. His dad was going to kill him. His dad was going to kill him until he died and then kill him again just to be safe.

However, Tom tried not to let his hesitation show as he (quietly) made his way toward the parking lot of the school, his flustered mind attempting to remember which car was his. Of course, it was the car that clicked when he pressed the key to unlock it. Hopefully, he wouldn’t try to get into the wrong car, knowing this. However, it was his car, and he made extra sure to open the passenger side door for her when it was (eventually) unlocked.

It was bad enough that he was taking a girl out during school. It would have been even worse if he didn’t even do it right.

Ada followed him with a smile. He really was cute, in a puppy-dog way. There were plenty worse people to ditch with. After all, he opened the door for her and everything! People didn’t usually do that unless they wanted into her pants. Ada winced slightly at the thought. Honestly, you sleep with one band kid and the whole school thinks you’re up for literal grabs! He wasn’t even worth it.

“Thank you, sir,” she said playfully, taking the seat, arranging herself so her skirt wasn’t riding up too far. Far enough to see her underwear, anyway. Short of that, she didn’t care too much.

Tom closed the passenger door and walked around the front of the car to the driver’s side. He was excited and nervous, but he tried his best not to let it show. After all, he didn’t want to embarrass himself in front of Ada. Not to mention there was the matter of Kev killing him if he screwed up… no, his own father was going to kill him just for going through with this! 

Okay, so he was excited, nervous, and terrified.

Trying to ignore all of this in favor of looking calm in front of Ada, Tom opened the door to the driver’s side and sat in his seat, fastening his seatbelt as he asked, “Alright. Tell me where to go.”

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xfightsfortheusers:

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Oogie chuckled, shaking his head. “Believe it or not, I used to be hated here” he told him. “Some people still hate me, but ya get used to it.”

When Oogie had first entered Halloween Town, everyone had adored him as he’d been the first person or monster to enter who harbored a title and actually did something constructive. They seemed like lost sheep to Oogie, never truly certain about what they wanted to do or when, most plans falling to nothing eventually. However, when Jack came all their ideas changed - he’d indoctrinated them into believing Oogie was a tyrant (which, in truth, he was) and kicked him out of his rightful place.

“You do?” Tron, for one, couldn’t even imagine being in a position of authority and being hated. Well, that wasn’t exactly true. There was Sark, after all, and the MCP. They were authority in the System for a long time, and the User-Believers simply despised them. However, he was sure Oogie wasn’t like that. After all, he had been hospitable enough to introduce himself and give Tron a tour, something Sark and the MCP definitely hadn’t done.

Well, they had made sure to introduce themselves, alright.

“Was everyone at least respectful, even though they didn’t like you?” he added. This really was a strange place.

Chuckling once more, Oogie shook his head. “To them I was the villain.” he explained. “The bad guy, someone ya stay away from - an’ within reason. I’m not to be meddled with, shall we say.”
Oogie’s eyes glinted with mischief and he turned to Tron with a glistening smile. “But, I’m respected now because I had the capacity to change my ways and make up for ‘em.”

Tron nodded in understanding. He could see how many people thought Oogie was “one to stay away from,” as he was very intimidating (however, Tron was smart enough not to point this out to his guide’s face). 

“You made up for everything you did?” Tron asked, not sure if he was understanding Oogie right. He assumed some villains were redeemable, but from the kind he had seen, that seemed pretty unlikely. “And that made you king?”