#sam/rinzler

[foxgloveinspace]

Into the Silence You Sent Me:

They talked as if he wasn’t there, and that suited him just fine, let his pain riddled, confused brain process at a slower pace, “Rinzler, keep guard of him, do whatever you want with him, don’t leave the building, and don’t let anything harm him before Flynn comes. Give him a reason to show up again.” He blinked up at the sky, or what he assumed was sky, as he processed the words. His dad was alive, and they were apparently using him as bait. - Title from Monster by STARSET

new Sam/Rinzler fic up! (it's pre relationship tho, and uhhh, very codependent if it ever gets there haha)

Please check the tags on this one guys!!!! It's an au where Sam lost his arm in the lightcycle fight with Clu, and Rinzler had a govener module kinda like Murderbot (from Murderbot Diaries), so it's a darker fic.

[rexwrendraws]

My contribution to the Daft Punk: ANTHROPOLOGY (insta / twt) , a retrospective zine following Daft Punk's history! 🥏 This is my tribute to Daft Punk's TRON: Legacy soundtrack :]

[panicv0mit]

Who ??? Me???

[murderbees]

Soldier's Bed - Cat's Cradle

[assapoopshitsmassachusets-blog]

My favorite genre of Tron fanfiction is where Rinzler comes to the user world. like hell yeah let’s just let a little freak loose in Sam/Alan/whoever’s house and see what he does. As a treat :)

[viirazu]

doodle

[measlyscrapofseafood]

some of my fave rinzler scenes i haven’t seen as gifs before

[3-inch-doodles]

finished :))

[fights4users]

Why’s he stand like that?

What is that stance… Rinzler buddy? You ok? I mean clearly not but - 😭

Standing both in attention but also ready to do jazz hands at any moment. The ol’ Rinzle dazzle

[twiinsunsart]

arena

digital art of sam flynn and rinzler during the arena final round disc wars in TRON: Legacy (2010)

posted this a while back (on ig) and it’s definitely one of the tron pieces i’m the most proud of!

[quorras]

another wip from apr. 2021 that I never posted— art inspired by The Devil's Dues by DragonWarden (@dw-t), which was/is possibly one of my favorite tronfic of all time, it's so unlike anything other tronfic I've ever read in the most incredible way. highly recommend it if it seems up your alley. literally shook me to my core when I first read it.

[luxris]

some legacy studies!!

[ultimatedirk]

i've written over 15 pages in my notebook on notes for my Rinzler and Kevin co parent fic and man oh man do I love writing for young! Sam especially when he's in that sweet spot for teenage angst and rebellion whilst actively on the run.

So so many thoughts hehehe

[not-that-dillinger]

From the send me a prompt for one muse to find the other in the following situation meme

( feverish ) : suffering from a high fever and severely ill

Sam, Alan, or Dyson is (are?) sick because unfortunately I'm indecisive (I'm sorry)

@occupationallyhazardous

Truth be told, Ed wasn't entirely certain how he got into the current situation, except that he had. He wasn't even entirely certain what the situation was, if he was honest, and he didn't want to think about the only conclusion that made sense in this situation.

He should have been back at home, enjoying the evening being trounced at Mario Kart on the Wii by Beo. Except he'd said something wrong (he wasn't entirely sure what; he hadn't yet had time to reflect on anything that had happened ) and Beo bolted out the door.

Ed chased em to Flynn's old arcade (no surprise that Beo had managed to break in, e'd picked the lock on Ed's front door enough times before he adopted em), and down into the secret laboratory in the basement (no surprise there, either... either that Flynn had said secret basement lab, or that Beowulf somehow managed to find it). Beo had immediately been intrigued by the literal desktop computer with the running timer. Ed had been shocked at seeing that desk, since he'd seen it precisely once before when he was four. He hadn't realized what Beo was doing (remind him why he thought teaching Beowulf coding was a good idea, again?) until he heard the laser power up behind him (dear god, Flynn, why the hell was there a Laser pointed directly at the desk chair?), and by then it was too late.

They were met almost immediately by Flynn (He was in hell, wasn't he? That's what this place was, a special circle of hell, just for him), wearing a long flowing robe with a glowing yellow pattern on it, and a compliment of soldiers in suits with glowing red lines.

Long story short, he told Beo to run, and tried to hold them off. They captured him, he escaped Flynn and the terrifying other that sounded suspiciously like Alan (This is revenge for that time his father kidnapped Alan, wasn't it?), and made his way to the barren snowy wasteland outside the city. He stumbled into a cavern he'd managed to find to hide in, and nearly stumbled over what he at first assumed was a dead body.

He shrieked, but then realized the person had faintly glowing red lines on his suit, and when he reached down to feel for a pulse, the body was hot. Feverishly hot.

"S—sorry," he stuttered, exhausted and precariously staving off the oncoming panic by the need to locate Beowulf and make sure e was safe.

Ed's first instinct was to leave. If this was one of Flynn's minions, then he should leave before he was either murdered or brought back to Flynn for more death games. (What the hell, Flynn? What made you think that emulating the Roman Empire was a good idea?)

If Ed left, he would surely die.

(Damn it, he couldn't leave without Flynn finding him; and he had nowhere to go. Damn it, he couldn't just let a stranger die. Ed didn't even know for certain if he was one of Flynn's minions.)

[viirazu]