#clu (tron)

[qyrhan]

My take on the silly comic going around on twitter rn :]

[do not repost my art to other sites]

[original by @sweepswoop_ on twitter]

[rachelzelger]

Guys I posted a silly little tiktok about Tron Legacy and someone commented how Rinzler’s loyalty to CLU was because CLU probably overrated his memories and replaced every memory Rinzler had with Kevin Flynn with CLU. Making sure Rinzler forgot Flynn existed and making it like CLU was his friend instead of Flynn…

Guys I’m gonna jump

[gillymugs]

TRON: ALIGNMENT

“No, you, you are the threat! Programs are the enemy. Programs must be purged” -Clon (Tron Alignment)

Credit for quote @qyrhan

The process-

[sp-delta]

I was suddenly reminded of my old art and that I need to finish it

Well

I would like to warn you right away that these are not my best works.

But they also have a place to be here (o´･⁠_⁠･⁠)⁠っ

(Predator and prey)

(Broken tool)

[certifiedsoundwavesimp]

Woe, bald uprising be upon ye-

Me after drawing allat:

[onetruetronsexpert]

BEHOLD

Call me Mike (NOT MY NAME, MY NAME IS MR TRON) the way I'm picking up hot honeys in my cyberneticly enhanced LINCOLN TOWN CAR !!! FUCK AROUND AND GET ATOMIZED BY THE 50cal I got riding in my jock strap !!

SO SAY I MR TRON

(visual aid manifested by @panicclinic )

[blink182fan]

Mira estúpida, ya sé todo lo que andas diciendo de mi!! 🗣🗣‼️

English translation: "Me and my friends when we see our rivals from the other side" 💅

[pandeosito]

"What do you think, Tron? I made Dyson perfect again."

[sunsetlobster]

Finished up my lil Tron Legacy #Clu piece finally >< I love it

[wynandcore]

Finally made this DTIYS of @measlyscrapofseafood’s drawing :))))

[tumfullofblue]

The Call (Clu x fem!reader) (NSFT)

ʕ◉ᴥ◉ʔ it's not that I WANT to fuck Clu, but I guess I won't mind... since he is technically Flynn.

The reader in this one also fucks with Flynn cause yeah. Greedy, greedy. NSFT under the cut with a slight dub con/dirty talking.

Enjoy the secret call with Clu ʕ•̫͡•ʔ✧⃛ This one is very dialogue heavy cause I needed a break lmao.

Also, taking Tron reqeusts now! Drop your filthy anons into my little box and I will make sure to get to them!

Clu had no idea where you were. Where Flynn were. Where were you hiding, a forbidden pair, a glitch in his almost perfect system? It was driving him mad. Many things have been pilling up and ruining his plans, you were just a cherry on top. You found a way to reach out to him – calling through multiple layers of encryption, mostly to show him that you can do it, you can poke the bull and run away before it could pierce you. And yet, Clu always answered. He was having his own sort of fun with you, trying to get to know you better so through words, he would finally make you crack.

You felt guilty that Flynn didn’t know about those calls. You thought you were doing a good thing, hiding it from him. He had enough on his shoulders as it is, he didn’t need to know that you were talking with his unstable creation. Much like Clu himself, he was sure that you were his, and his alone.

And for that, you were willing to risk it all and talk to Clu.

Make him finally crack.

“There you are, lil’ bug.”

You were sitting on a rooftop, watching the lines of code flying above you in what you came to call as sky. The Clu’s voice was so similar to Kevin’s that you could close your eyes and pretend it was him. But where Flynn was gentle, Clu was cruel. Where Flynn would be patient, Clu was fast. How could Flynn create something so much like him… and yet so vastly different?

Was it Flynn that changed after so many years?

“Missed my voice, did ya?” you chuckled into a small comm on your wrist. “You could at least let me leave a voice message. But no, one minicycle – and you’re on the line.”

“Sentimental as always. A few more calls between us, sweetheart and you will be a proper zen master, like Flynn,” there was no anger in Clu’s voice. In fact you heard that he was… tired. You looked at the horizon, the needle of his tower piercing the black digital voice. For one second you felt like he was looking at you, too.

“At least I’m learning something.”

“And Flynn is a good teacher, then? If he teaches you as good as he has you in bed...”

You didn’t answer him, your lips pressed together so hard it formed a thin line.

“Tell me,” Clu continued with a dry, static exhale, “does he still murmur about perfection when he’s inside you? Does he praise you, does he makes you feel like a hero, a salvation he so desperately needs?”

Your lips parted and you had to exhale – slowly, away from the comm as much as possible. Fuck him. Fuck him and Flynn to hell.

“Wow. You’ve really rehearsed this in your head, huh? Do you buffer when you jerk off to these fantasies, or is the render time instant?"

“You got the lingo right. Good girl. But here’s the thing - we’re not talking about me – we’re talking about you. The way you melt for him. The way you see him like a mentor and a lover. Pathetic, really. A user, reduced to begging for a fossil approval.”

It would be so easy to break the connection. To throw the device out of your wrist. To scream, to curse Clu… why were you listening?

“Kid, you’re my miracle,” Clu purred and laughed, because you gasped, because he sounded just like… just like…

“Aw, did I get it right? Or does he not say that to you?”

“Fuck you!” you hissed.

“Oh, I’d love to,” you could practically see that golden grin on his face. “And you would enjoy every second of that, too. I’d take care of you. I promised that to you, didn’t I? The first time we met. When you thought that I was him? Oh, how you looked at me… How you believed every single word I said. I almost got you. I would make you mewl for me right in front of everyone.”

“Almost. A good word,” you barely found strength to continue talking. You knew this conversation was far from over. Break the connection. Break the connection now!..

“It is. And you know what other good word is? The one that is so used in programming? If. If you didn’t know that I wasn’t Flynn… would you still let me touch you? If you keep trying to connect to my fields… does that mean that you think of me?”

The Grid hums around you, the sky flickering with distant code. Your finger hovers over the disconnect – and doesn’t press.

“Little bug… How I pity you. I could give you everything. I would make you scream under my arms, rewrite your little brain with my commands…”

A shiver went up and down your spine.

“You won’t disconnect. Listen to me. Listen to my voice. I could make you my miracle. Give you everything that old fool can’t. You’d love that, didn’t you? I bet even now your cute round face is pretty in pink… That’s such a human reaction. I adore it. I. Adore. You.”

“I-I don’t…”

"You don’t what? Don’t want me? Don’t think about me when he’s inside you, whispering his zen poetry? Liar. Your body betrays you faster than your voice. Once you disconnect, I know what you will do. You will excuse yourself from Flynn’s training, lock yourself in your room and touch yourself, grinding against the pillow just how you like it. You will whimper his name and then mine. You will think of my fingers in your cunt, my mouth on your teats; my cock filling your mouth. You will think of my voice telling you all the sweet lies and all the hard truths you want to hear. And when you cum, which you will, because you desperate, needy little thing - you will crave both of us even more."

Clu’s voice isn’t just in your ear now—it’s inside you, a virus rewriting your resistance into something far more dangerous. Your own traitorous fingers slide down your body, making you shiver yet again, thighs pressing together.

"You’re sick."

"No. I’m efficient. Why waste time pretending you’re not already dripping for me? I can feel it, you know. The Grid translates everything—your pulse, your heat, your smell, just how fucking alive you are among us, programs. Tell me, do you fantasize about him watching while I ruin you? Or would you rather he never know how perfectly I’d wreck his little human plaything?"

You bit your lip hard enough to draw blood – but in this case to glitch; pain to focus, pain to resist.

"Fuck. You."

"Oh, bug. You want it so bad, huh? Maybe not today. Maybe not even by choice. But one night, when he’s too lost in his own guilt to touch you, you’ll call me. And this time? I won’t let you disconnect."

[qyrhan]

Roleswap au with programs by the names of Tru and Clon is this anything do you guys want a role reversal au

[do not repost my art to other sites]

[your-fave-gets-saw-trapped]

CLU (tron legacy) is in the Brazen Bull (saw 3d)!

requested by @elipopre-official !

[gillymugs]

Golden Hour

[inkinary]

Hello whats your opinions about the simbolism that surrounds tron (Flynn, clu, Sam, MCP, quota)? How do you interpretante them? To you What does clu perfect sistems means?

Ooooo... interesting question.

So, I'm not sure about Symbolism between characters, but I'd be happy to listen to your thoughts on the matter!

As for the "Perfect System"...

C.L.U was designed to create a perfect system based on the Ideology Flynn had of one when he was created. However, this idea seems to have never been fully fleshed out (Flynn admitting that even if I am remembering correctly). Human ideals can change just as swiftly as the wind itself, adapt, modify... Flynn especially. He's a dreamer, he chases ideas and gets himself into equally as many messes, and the prospect of the Grid was a playground for him.

For Flynn, the perfect system was a place to escape reality... a place of infinite digital Opportunity and Dreaming to reshape reality itself. A dreamer's paradise where anything and everything could happen at his fingertips at any given moment. Just like it was when he went into the Encom System. He chases a feeling... an Idea... a memory. And he needed someone to just... organize that a bit.

For C.L.U though... Different story.

C.L.U isn't human. C.L.U doesn't chase dreams and ideals and these big lofty whimsical human fancies. HE receives the "Perfect system" command differently than what Flynn saw.

To C.L.U, he latches onto one aspect of the grand plan. Parts that can be understood from a code perspective. At first... his "Perfect System" revolves around Flynn. Stabilize his many projects, make sure the Grid runs smoothly, keep Programs running in line... exc. Bring some clarity and linear organization to the randomized whims of his maker. But... that still isn't perfect. Flynn is constantly trying to chase Perfection in a way he can't Process...

Then... the ISOs happen.

Dangerous, unstable variables. Imperfect coding, wild and ununified looks, no true reason for being on the Grid, no written function other than to just EXIST. They are imperfect. They are unstable. That means they are a threat to the perfect waffle-square organization that C.L.U had tried to form. They waste resources, they slot themselves into places previously perfectly on schedule by dedicated programs. Suddenly... that paper ladder perfection is shattered.

But Flynn sees nothing wrong. Flynn is FACINATED by them.

He can't understand. They are barely better than a glitch... an infection leeching away the previous perfection he had been building. Flynn sees nothing wrong with them.

I.E... Flynn is wrong.

His coding is perfect. He is to create the perfect system. He is to "Change the world".

That... is when the second idea of perfection sets in.

Reshape. Humanity.

Flynn is imperfect. He tries to reason, fix the imperfections. Doesn't work. Ok... then it must be deleted. Humanity is flawed... imperfect. Flynn wanted a perfect system to reshape the world.

He would reshape the world to the idea of Programmed perfection. A world with no variables, no wasted resources and "Programs" that had no function. Everything would be perfectly set in their places. Everything controlled and managed to fit a singular working blueprint of how it would function to the most optimal way. No dreaming, that wastes energy and disorganizes. No switching functions, only what you were programed to do. Perfect optimal running of a world to get it to FUNCTION to the highest performance.

Like a computer. Not a society. Mechanical function. NOT ideal or personal function.

But even then... it isn't enough. Programs are too... human. Programs fight back. They are flawed by the code written into them by human hands.

So he rewrites them. Organizes them to fit their perfect functions in the System. Those who don't fit into that criteria are taken out of the equation. Only what exists to make the Grid run smoothly and to its best efficiency is kept.

But still... that Imperfection lingers.

So... He turns his eyes to "Reshaping Humanity". If he could delete the variables, reprogram those who had brought them into functioning in the first place... there would be ORDER.

C.L.U's perfect system was just that... a System. Organized. A Grid or System running to the best of its given function... existing. Nothing more. Unchanging.

That's my take on the matter of C.L.U's perfection. Not sure if this answers what you were wanting to know, but that's my two bits!

THANK YOU FOR THE ASK!!!

[de4thm00n]