#tron circuit art

[evecolourshock]

Painting a bag, this is the front pocket. I love it, but also ow my hand.

And the back, all drawn out and ready for painting.

Not sure what I'm going to do around the pocket, maybe the outline of Tron's Uprising circuits??

[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]

[skleech]

the way I got whiplash drawing all these characters together on the same canvas like hey wait a minute why is sachiel driving tha bus 🤨

[lambda-core]

red jet looks different every time i draw him ngl but i really wanted the "game model jet + sark" influences to be a clear with this one

[murderbees]

[systemadministratorclu]

Remember this? Well.......I made it more cursed.

To all fans of this movie.......I'm sorry

(But I do not regret my weird wholesome gay ship with these two)

Milo is joined by Commander Lyle Tiberius Rourke. I used Tesler as inspiration for Rourke's circuits (Milo's are just randomly BSed) but I made both of them have white circuits because they're Users.

The chevron looking thing on Rourke's arm is a nod to his uniform in the movie (and I guess if you stretch your imagination a lot, his neck circuits kinda evoke his shirt and tie.)

Circuits are hard as fuck.

[cosmic-navel-gazin]

Will I ever shut up about @radjerda's Tron Fights for the Users (Children) AU? Never. We already knew that. I'm also not done talking about Clu being the boys' begrudging older brother figure. And also bringing in the possible angst potential of Jet meeting Yori if Lora's accident still happened in this AU? (She obv lives through it though. No one's allowed to die in this AU. It's all for fun)

[paradimeart]

can you guys help me troubleshoot the apps on my computer would rather beat the shit out of each other than communicate

[qyrhan]

Current concept for Rhys’ 82 gridsuit. I imagine she was placed into the Disc Games rather than the lacrosse style game like Flynn was.

[secretcatpolicy]

It's surprising to me more is not made of one of the greatest artist collabs Hot Wheels has ever done: no, not that ludicrous Daniel Arsham 'eroded' stuff or the silly Ornamental Conifer Camaros, I'm talking about Syd Mead (1933-2019).

Anyone whose job title is 'visual futurist' you know is going to be interesting, and he's best known for his work on Blade Runner, but he also worked on Star Trek: The Motion Picture, Tron, 2010, Short Circuit, Aliens, Timecop, Johnny Mnemonic, Mission: Impossible III, Elysium, Tomorrowland and Blade Runner 2049, and his wonderful art has influenced many more. He's one of the artists who's shaped what 'futuristic' looks like in everyone's heads, basically. And in 2002 Nathan Proch worked with Mead to sculpt the Sentinel 400 limo from one of Mead's artworks:

Mead drove, and loved, a 1972 Imperial LeBaron, (Imperial was a model, but became to Chrysler as DS has become to Citroen, or as Lexus still is to Toyota, a luxury sub-marque) a huge, black, luxurious cruiser with a giant chrome grille and ridges along its flanks forming vestigial fins front and rear, square and there, looming, arriving like a weather front. Its lines are echoed in the Sentinel 400 to a certain degree, but the Sentinel is a lower slung car entirely, like the LeBaron had a child with a Bertone wedge concept car, retaining the blunt nose but slicking way back into what has to be a miniscule coefficient of drag. I don't particularly go for luxury cars but the Sentinel I make a definite exception for. It epitomises Syd Mead's genius for extrapolating contemporary, extant design cues into the future in flawlessly plausible ways.

The debut of this car was in this glorious dark metallic teal shade with a matte black roof and rear, making it a superb villain's car in my eye, sophisticated, stylish and fundamentally untouchable. But the next widely released version of the car was a complete re-imagining of the car as a police vehicle; I've been on the lookout for one of these that wasn't too damaged or expensive for about 5 years now, and happily it arrived today.

Naturally it says 'POLICE' in large, unfriendly letters, but what really sets the mood with this thing is the other detail. Where other US police cars might be expected to say 'call 911' or 'to serve and protect' or some city motto, this says 'unofficial police business' and 'urbancontrol'. These are mean cops. They aren't here to save you.

I always feel a little cheated by police vehicles that lack a light bar, but not here - it would spoil the lines too much. Alongside the gold and white stripes it looks corporate and privatised, exactly as one might expect dystopian police to look. It's a superbly well-judged livery. Unfortunately, aside from one identical to this but a lighter shade of blue, this was the last well-judged livery, after this there were four releases that were as gaudy and unlovely as you might expect from a early to mid 2000s fantasy Hot Wheels casting, and the car seems to have disappeared after 2006. I wish they'd bring it back, and do more collabs with artists like this; Maciej Kuciara comes to mind immediately.

As usual, I have been unable to resist a little tinkering. As well as indicators and brakelights, the teal one now has period-incorrect aerodisc front wheels that I feel look better than the original 5-spokes and truer to the original artwork, while the police version has more curtly functional black 5-spokes replacing the silver ones it came with.

I have a third, formerly a battered and chipped teal one that I stripped and scrubbed ready to repaint, but never actually got to painting, and in my present situation, sadly it'll remain a work in progress for quite a while, I expect. A look inside reveals that it's actually a six-seater with two rear-facing passengers, a steering yoke rather than a wheel, computer terminals in the back and apparently a killer sound system. It looks quite nice in bare metal but the brushed metal clashes a bit with the chrome and I'd like to give it more shine and some clearcoat if I were to leave it unpainted. Truth to tell, I never decided on a colour. Glossy black is an obvious if unimaginative option, although ivory, bronze or burgundy might suit the car. What colour do you think would look best?

[measlyscrapofseafood]

cover that guy thing in blood

[amberskyyking]

Friend-Coded

(I found a new blorbo and I’m super normal about him so naturally there’s art and fanfic now.)

Chapter 1: Sure, Just Shatter The Box Of Repressed Memories, What Could Go Wrong?

TWs: Implied past Sa/non-con, abuse, torture, brainwashing.

Rinzler was falling, but he could hardly process it. Something inside him, a safeguard, a fortress in his programming, was crumbling, like it had been de-rezzed from deep inside his code. If a stream of orange voxels was trailing from his plummeting body he wouldn’t be surprised, but he couldn’t tell, he could barely see amidst the torrent of old broken data fragments assaulting his system! Fight it as he might, it overpowered his senses, rendering him helpless as he freefell towards the grid.

A program beamed at him as he hoisted them onto a platform, their grid suit changing color from red to blue -

Wind whistled alarmingly around him, drowning out the sound of his grinding processors. He fumbled blindly for his spare baton with numb fingers.

A woman with strange light patterns rose from the waters and stepped onto the land -

Streaks of yellow flashed through the air overhead, diving towards him, he had to OBEY -

Grid bugs swarming a building overhead, a chunk of crashing down and shattering into voxels -

It collided with his body, hands curling tight around his wrists. Panic rose in his chest, at what being grabbed like that meant -

A mirror in the outlands, reflecting back the fight he was locked in -

Sharp pain hit his face, hit his stomach, he couldn’t move, couldn’t think, reacting would only make it all so much worse -

Glass shattered around a program in white -

Something he was clinging to desperately was torn from his grasp, and suddenly Rinzler was careening backwards, out of control. Tiny flashes of yellow burned in his vision, the grid around him spiraled, and more images battered him relentlessly, some he even recognized.

Clu smiling over him with Rinzler’s bare wrist in his grip, pressing in on one of his favorite scars - Flying over a canyon on a light cycle with that program in white - Watching the grid light up in colors as a female program leaned into him - Slicing through a group of rebels, leaving nothing but voxels and a few nanos of echoing screams in their wake -

He was ripped away from the last one as he plunged into shocking cold sea. The battle above faded, muffled by the water, and Rinzler slowed and… sank. His energy was sapped, systems overloaded by the torrent of new data after the grueling fight above, but it all paused long enough for him to realize what went wrong.

Flynn… He had seen Flynn.

Flynn was the enemy. CLU had ordered him to take the shot, like he’d given him countless orders before, like he had always obeyed! That was his entire purpose. It wasn’t his place to question it, no matter the orders, no matter how cruel, how painful, how vile, how…

Tron… What have you become?

But Tron was dead. CLU had killed Tron, Rinzler knew that, and yet… Somehow… Those words alone had stopped him from following orders. They had effortlessly blown apart the fortress CLU built in his code. A new directive surged straight through him, and without warning, CLU’s control over him had shattered.

I… fight… For the users.

Rinzler had crashed his jet straight into him…

I obey CLU…

But why?

It… It wasn’t his place to question… Yet here he was. Sinking. Dying… Not for CLU, but for Kevin Flynn.

Was that better?

I fight for the users…

I obey CLU…

I fight for the users…

Rinzler didn’t know the answer… But it was silent outside of his mind, as broken data fragments continued to flicker behind his eyes. The lights from the city above were distant and dim, but the water glowed with the eerie orange of his circuits, pulsing around him and…

And the color turned white, just as his vision began to fade. Then the sea rippled above him, a shadow appeared overhead, and Rinzler crashed completely.

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DE-REZZ!! DE-REZZ!! DE-REZZ!!

Rinzler had pinned a program to the colosseum floor, a knee in her chest and a disk at her throat. Criminal, rebel, stray, it didn’t matter. None of it mattered. CLU wanted him fighting in the games, so he did, de-rezzing any opponent who faced him without hesitation.

“P-Please,” The program spluttered uselessly. “I don’t belong here, I - I’m just an architect! I never betr-”

Rinzler slashed his disk into her neck, cutting off her words, and she crumbled beneath him. His knees fell through the space where her body had been and shifted on unsteady voxels instead. The crowd roared in his ears for a moment, then faded. All went dark, except for the scattered blue gore surrounding him, and yellow circuits walking out from the shadows.

“That was quite a show!” CLU crooned as he stopped just a few feet from Rinzler, hovering over him.

Rinzler didn’t move, didn’t speak, didn’t even look up, but his system seized and his processors started grinding furiously.

“Quite a show,” CLU repeated slowly. “You’re exactly what I need out there, man! Entertaining the crowd. Keeping them in line. Reminding them of their loyalties.”

Rinzler knew better than to respond to anything but a direct order, praise or otherwise. He stayed stark still on his knees, head bowed, trying desperately to push down his own racing code.

“Looks like you still have your uses after all, right buddy? Even after everything you ruined.”

The grinding noise from Rinzlers processors grew louder, even as Rinzler made every effort to stay perfectly still, to show none of the fear or weakness he knew CLU was looking for in him! But the sound gave it away, and CLU chuckled once and grabbed hold of Rinzler’s wrist. Something in him screamed to run, to fight, but he couldn’t! Not against CLU. It was against his programming, he had to obey…

“You know, I can see why you’re the fan favorite,” CLU said, and Rinzler could hear the smile on his lips even with his head still bowed and his processors grinding uncontrollably. “Your finishing move back there sure made a pretty picture. I think I like seeing you this way, too…”

Rinzler braced his knees on the shifting voxels as CLU pulled him into his body by the wrist, caught his helmet in his other hand, flipped it back, and -

Tron! Stay with me!

The nightmare stuttered. CLU’s thumb jerked painfully against a scar on his bare cheek and Rinzler tried hard to stifle the cry in his throat.

Just a little longer, we made it! I’ve got you!

Piercing light flooded his vision, the voxels under his knees shimmered away, and CLU stumbled backwards in alarm, releasing Rinzler’s wrist and his face. Rinzler fell forward, gasping for breath, and hit something solid and smooth, like glass. The pain in his scars where CLU had touched them began to ebb away. His grinding processors started to settle. He blinked open his eyes, and…

Swirling bright liquid danced around him. He had to think for a moment, but he knew what this was, somewhere deep in the back of his mind. A healing chamber… But how? CLU would never…

“Better now?” Someone asked nearby. “This chamber held you together before. Maybe it can help again.”

Rinzler whipped his head towards the voice, but could only make out a blurred silhouette from the inside of the tank.

“You know I hope that color change means something this time,” They continued. “There’s a lot of programs out there who wouldn’t want me to do this.”

Rinzler wasn’t sure what to do with that, so he remained quiet, waiting. Calculating.

“You crashed your jet into CLU’s,” The program said, an accusatory edge to a voice that sounded… Familiar, somehow. “You had the shot. You could have taken out Flynn, but you turned on CLU instead. Why? What happened up there?” He asked. “Did you finally grow past your programming?”

No, he hadn’t. Flynn had done that for him. He had changed him somehow, unlocked something old and broken inside of him, made it so crashing his jet into CLU’s was suddenly the only action that made any sense…

“Nothing to say?” The program on the other side asked with a bitter sigh. “You… Saved us, you know. CLU is gone now.”

CLU was gone?

“He can’t hurt anyone else,” He continued solemnly. “The grid is free. Just like you wanted.”

Rinzler’s grinding processors rumbled in the healing waters. He didn’t remember wanting that. He didn’t remember wanting much of anything CLU made him do, it wasn’t his place to have desires, only to obey. He hadn’t wanted to de-rezz innocent programs in the games, he hadn’t wanted to hunt rebels in the streets, he hadn’t wanted to let CLU use him and hurt him when they were alone, he’d just obeyed. Empty and hollowed out of anything CLU didn’t see as useful or perfect… Though even CLU hadn’t been able to fix all the damage in his code. Rinzler was lucky that CLU found a way to repurpose him at all.

Wasn’t that what CLU had told him? But the data fragments, on the other hand…

“Tron?”

Something flashed through his mind at that name, at that voice. For a moment he was jerked into another broken scene, glancing over his shoulder at a young program in a white gridsuit.

We’re friends… Right? The program asked sheepishly.

Rinzler opened his mouth as if to respond, but the memory faded before he could say. He stayed suspended in the liquid for a moment, mulling it over in frustration. Whatever the answer had been, it hardly mattered now, but at least Rinzler made the connection. At least he knew who it was who had pulled him from the Sea of Simulation.

“I’m not Tron,” Rinzler growled. “CLU killed him.”

“Sorry but CLU’s not that good,” Beck said defiantly. “I told you, I saw what you did today. You’re still in there Tron, I know it.”

“It’s Rinzler,” Rinzler snarled, lunging forward against the glass.

“I don’t think so,” Beck replied evenly. “And CLU’s gone. You can’t answer to him anymore anyways, you don’t have to be what he wants you to be!”

Rinzler knew that. It was the only reason he was risking talking to Beck at all, but before he could say so, the healing tank began to beep. Rinzler’s eyes snapped towards the sound in alarm.

“You didn’t break it,” Beck huffed. “It’s just done all it can for you, for now. Come on. Let’s get you out of there… And don’t try anything.”

Like there was anything to try. CLU was gone. Rinzler himself had betrayed him, his creator, his master, the moment his granite hold on his programming had slipped. There was no one to go back to, no one to obey… Other than Flynn.

Rinzler’s processors ground fast at the idea as Beck opened the chamber door and he tumbled out, suddenly unable to stand being trapped in the damn thing for one more nano! Images that didn’t make sense started to swarm his head again, of someone who could only be Flynn flashing a bright smile as the road dissolved in a swarm of grid bugs beneath their light cycles, Flynn standing before a court of angry ISOs, Flynn patting the shoulder of a program with a slice missing from their head…

In the uncertainty he snatched his disks off his back, holding them tight in his fists and trying hard not to tremble, not to show any weakness in front of Beck at all! He really had been compromised, he was so much more damaged than even CLU told him, wasn’t he? CLU’s safeguards had been holding him together as much as they’d chained him to CLU’s side -

But the visions were flickering too fast, too vivid, and he mis-stepped, tumbling forward in his disorientation. Rinzler hit his knees again and rolled onto the floor in tandem with a new memory, of another time he had fallen from the same healing chamber, collapsed on weak legs, felt his scars burning! He blinked once and found he was staring up at Beck’s face. There was a flash, and he was still looking up at Beck, but a younger version who held his hand. Reality crashed back in, the room solidified, and he heard his processors grinding.

“You’re not dying on me this time,” The older, more material version of Beck said determinedly from above. “It’s not another virus is it? The healing tank should have helped with the surface damage but… these scars were gone before… Why are they back?”

Rinzler stared up at Beck’s face, just trying to breathe, to settle his processors as the distortion stayed at bay this time. He had to make sure he was really in one place in one time and not careening through snippets of old junk. Beck waited patiently for him to recover, giving his hand a squeeze. For a moment Rinzler almost yanked his hand away, he hadn’t realized this Beck had taken it too, but he paused… And he wasn’t sure why. It was almost like holding on was keeping him here, where things were mildly less overwhelming. At first the feeling had triggered something about CLU, but CLU had never done this, so… So it was okay.

“CLU,” Rinzler rasped, not really sure why he was bothering to answer at all. “No virus.” It wasn’t like that mattered, but something else did. Beck’s face shone with anger at the words, but before he could respond, Rinzler pushed himself upright with a harsh cough. “Where’s Flynn?”

“Flynn?” Beck asked, still looking at his face in some sort of dumbstruck horror, but his hesitation cost him. Rinzler still had a disk in one hand, the one Beck wasn’t still holding, and in a single swift motion, he brought it up against Beck’s neck.

Beck looked down at the spinning disk, a single eyebrow raised and a sorrowful look on his face, and let out a sigh. Rinzler stared him down. He could answer the question or be derezzed on the spot. Rinzler would win in a fight, even like this… Most likely, anyways.

But Beck made no move to draw his own disk, even to defend himself. “He’s… Gone, Tron,” Beck said gravely. “I’m sorry…”

“It’s Rinzler,” Rinzler seethed, not sure why the program was apologizing.

“Whatever CLU told you you were…” Beck began, but trailed off as Rinzler pressed the disk closer against his neck. “Okay, okay. I’m not here to hide anything. If you need to know, Flynn re-integrated with CLU. Neither survived it. The other user they brought in went back to what the users call the real world… They’re both gone, Tr- Rinzler. It’s over.”

Rinzler kept his disc poised to take his shot, staring down Beck, trying to discern if the program was really telling the truth but… Something told him that Beck had no reason to lie about that. The entire situation, the way Beck had saved him, had put himself alone in a room with Rinzler himself, CLU’s deadliest soldier, and was making no move to fight back… It was disarming, but maybe it meant he could be trusted. That, and the fragments he had been processing already gave him a feeling. This was someone he knew, someone he might have even been a friend before… Before something…

No, that was impossible. Rinzler pulled back his disk. Everything had just become so much more complicated, even if his processors had slowed their grinding at the news. CLU was gone, and Flynn too. No CLU to obey, no users to fight for… So…

What was his use?

What was he for?

The damage remained and there was nothing to do about it. CLU had pieced him back together after his code was tattered and rotted, rebuilding him into what CLU envisioned, to suit his needs alone. Flynn had broken him free of CLU’s control but left him with a thousand broken data shards to process and no one left to fix him. He was made to be a tool, he was meant to be used, he accepted that a long time ago. But what good was he broken and directiveless?

“Look… You don’t have to tell me what that was about if you don’t want to,” Beck said a little reluctantly, looking down to their hands. Rinzler was still stubbornly holding on to Becks, unwilling to subject himself to more memories, at least not yet. “You don’t have to do anything anymore. But even if you don’t know it, we’ve kind of been through a lot together. You’ve been trying to catch me for a long time, and I’ve been trying to get through to you. So now that you’re here, and they’re gone… I’m not leaving you alone. That’s not what friends do.”

Rinzler scoffed at that, fixing his eyes unfocused out the window at a horizon that didn’t seem to have an end, but at least that answered one question. Apparently, he and Beck had been friends.

This cycle was making less sense by the moment, but something clicked into place in his mind unexpectedly. He furrowed his brow and pursed his lips, earning a concerned look from Beck, and gingerly turned the disk in his hand over so it lay flat in one palm, focusing on the memory from before. It shimmered to life above the disk, a little tattered at the edges, but… solid.

We’re friends… Right? The younger version of Beck said. It fizzled away before Rinzler could answer again, but he let out a sigh. The rest of the fragments still felt scattered and loose, like that shifting pile of voxels he couldn’t gain his footing on, but that one was tethered down now. It had a place, it fit, it wouldn’t hurt him, it… It was his…

Beck looked at him, somehow stunned into silence for just a few nanos as Rinzler grasped the disk firmly in his hand again. “You remember me?” He asked after a moment.

Rinzler rolled his eyes. “Vaguely,” He grumbled. That at least explained a little why the program made a foolish enough move to save his enemy, and why holding his hand felt like comfort instead of violation… He took a small breath and stowed the disk away on his back again. Beck wouldn’t hurt him. That much he knew.

“Better than nothing,” Beck said a little bit shakily, exhaling slowly and giving his hand another squeeze. “A lot is about to change, but… We can figure it all out together, now. Okay?”

Rinzler bit back a groan on instinct. This was going to be a very complicated and deeply annoying process, wasn’t it? But at least he wouldn’t be alone, since according to that memory and Beck’s insistence… He had a friend.

“Okay,” Rinzler agreed instead just to make him shut up, and closed his eyes. His grinding processors slowed and quieted, and Beck, mercifully, seemed to take the hint. Rinzler might have just come out of a healing tank but he still needed rest, and CLU wasn’t here to stop him from getting it, unless he turned up in his nightmares again.

He breathed carefully through his nose at the thought. CLU was gone, even if parts of him would always remain, in his code, on his skin. There wasn’t anything to do about that now, he would have to learn to cope…

But when he awoke from the sleep cycle next, there hadn’t been another nightmare. Beck was still holding his hand, too.

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@toomanyteefs bribed me into this fandom with angst and the promise of hugs in her own Tron fic, so here I am, like 2 weeks into the fandom and hopelessly sucked in! In true user form I have little plan and NO idea how often this thing will update but click the title to see it on A03 if you wanna subscribe! And hey, if I screw something up in the lore or the something, sorry, im new 🫠🧡

[mewtwowarrior]

In honor of Tron Day, here's my project for my Tron OC Ark that I've been working on or a while now!

I used this base with some modifications to it for everything:

Iyzel Reaar's F2U Female Ref Base

The main modifications I did were to mirror half of it so I didn't have to figure out how to draw the circuits twice, erase certain features I'm not sure Basic programs have, and make the lines solid.

I used Windows 11 Paint's line and shape tools to draw the circuits, with adding a few pixels here and there when needed.

I used the GNU Image Manipulation Program for a lot of the color editing I did and for layering the textures.

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The first two are Ark's base circuits, along with the red rectified version of them for Mars.

I used my friend @quesadillawizard's art and design for Ark - Ark's circuits are based off ones from the DS version of Evolution and Wolfy added more features to them.

I used the reference he made for me to make the circuits and referenced this sketch as well.

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The next two are the Tron/Renegade circuits from Uprising, in both gray and black, as seen in the show.

@tucatalog was super helpful for references!

I mainly used two posts of theirs:

I looked at a few others as well, but I have a list of 50+ of their posts and were flipping between them, so I'm not entirely sure which others I used.

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The next two are Grid scar versions of the Tron/Renegade circuits.

In Ark's backstory, she was captured and tortured by the Occupation. I've played around with different scar configurations for her and I love the idea of them literally carving the Tron circuits out/off of her.

I decided to do a little something different for the scars, I've tried another technique that wasn't much fun, and I'm not sure how to mimic the scars from Uprising.

So, I took some textures I got from Etsy and layered them over each other to try to make something interesting.

Textures I used:

Gemstone Crush

Iridescent Textures

Glassy Textures

Iridescent Glass

Sparkly Glitter

Fake Glitter Particles

I'm not sure if most of these came through, I figured out the glitter ones did a lot of the heavy lifting I wanted, so they're the most visible ones and the ones on top.

Anyway, one is just the Renegade scars and the other is the scars overlaid on Ark's circuits.

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The last two are the circuits and scars over a skintone for circumstances when Ark ends up in the User world.

I like the thought of program circuits being barely visible in the User world, with just a hint of faint iridescence when the light hits them just right.

One of the textures from this pack fit my idea fairly well, so that's what I used:

Iridescent Textures

The scars are the ones I made earlier with a skin tone color overlay to make them blend in.

This is what I started this project for, as I wanted a visual for an RP and a potential fic.

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I've done a smaller scale version of this before, that time I made the scars by repeatedly scribbling over the circuits with multiple different colors, which hurt my hand, lol:

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Anyway, that's my project! It's not perfect, but I'm pretty pleased with how it came out!

A big thanks to @quesadillawizard and @proto-actual for looking them over!

Happy Tron Day!

[lambda-core]

My piece for @tronfashionzine!

I wanted to highlight a lot of the similarities between Y2K cyber fashion and techwear. Both of them draw from athleticwear and use lots of SF-inspired prints and textures. They also both emphasize baggy clothing and using lots of accessories.

Cyber has its roots in the 90's and aughts and has a much more hopeful take on the digital world. It plays with bright colors and contrasts skintight and baggy garments to create fun silhouettes. It's playful, bold, and individual, reflective of a world where in the computer, you could do, be, and become whoever you wanted to be. It uses athleticwear to feel casual and active. I chose it for the civilian Tron 2.0 NPC Cyberpunk. The skintight garnment is her normal gridsuit, and shows off her circuits (and, if she faced the front, her identity mark). It's a loose-fitting, User-inspired take on the clothes she normally wears.

Contrastingly, techwear draws from much more paranoid ideas about how technology shapes our lives. It's not just baggy; it's shapeless. It also tends towards being monochrome, and often obscures the face. It combines athleticwear with combat gear, to create a sense of being ready to run. Techwear is an inherently paranoid fashion subculture; it's a reflection of a generation who associates technology with surveillance. Hence, I've selected it for Mercury, champion warrior of her Game Grid. Mercury was originally written as a game combat bot, but had to grow beyond her programming to aid Alan and Jet in both Tron 2.0 and Tron 2.0 Killer App Mod for DS. It makes sense that given the choice, she'd gravitate towards something as practical as it is anonymous.

Art piece is mixed media. Drawings were done with gray and black ink. Background is my own public transit photography. Composited in Photoshop.

[corruptedcodelines]

-About Tyrace-

(Please do not copy, reference, trace, steal or any other use this info without my DIRECT permission)

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Gender: Male

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Circuit Color: Poisoned Green-Yellow

Hair color: Dark Grey

Motorfunction Preference: Right Handed

Age Appearance: 24 Cycles (Unknown true age)

Personality: Reserved, melancholic, sad, anxious, nervous, cautious, feral, worrying, loyal, lonely, attentive, distant.

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Tyrace's Origin is as muddled as his corrupted memories of it all. He was created on an Independant system as a prototype Chimera Program (basically like a program that can learn and adapt to any job or function, similar to a rudimentary User-made ISO.) He was loaded into the Encom system to test his functionality in real time, and see if his Programming would work in a true scenario. Unfortunately, his coding was very unstable, resulting in a glitch... then a full compromization... morphing his adaptogenic code into that of a virus. He was ripped out of the Encom system both for safety of the System's other functions, and to protect whatever was left of the Beta Program, and stored on an empty drive... one that was stolen by Flynn to extend parts of the Grid onto. Finding himself conscious once again, missing memories, and corrupted... abandoned and cut off from his home and User... He escaped onto the Grid... living out his life in the Outlands... trying to find a cure for his... condition... while also protecting cities from his own kind.

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If you want to RP with Tyrace, he will be available for all phases of Tron. Interesting AU ideas are also open!

His final story will be his User finally finds him again, and helps employ him to purposefully virus and poison A.I. Programming and generators (Shown by basically meshed and stitched together programs, horrid monstrosities that siphon energy from the Grids they are placed on) and destroy malware placed within the systems. (Basically, like an advanced, learning, sapient personification of Nightshade and other programs)

[john-egg-carton]

OKAY now that i have everything in order again!

I MADE A MOVIE LIST!!!

we have been MISSING OUT on movies and so i made a list of things we wanna watch as follows:

tron (1982)

re-animator (1985)

honey i shrunk the kids (1989) + honey we shrunk ourselves (1997)

fight club (1999)

donnie darko (2001)

the maze runner (2014) + maze runner: the scorch trials (2015) + maze runner: the death cure (2018)

the truman show (1998)

the breakfast club (1985)

heathers (1988)

shock treatment (1981)

eating raoul (1982)

wall-e (2008)

short circuit (1986)

gremlins (1984)

nightmare on elm street (1984)

i got told to add the sequels to re-animator and short circuit but i don't know which ones.. :^ i asked but i think he might be asleep right now lol.

i want more movies!! feel free to add onto the list in replies/reblogs!

yes i've already watched ghostbusters (1984) btw. i still need to watch con air (1997) though. i've also watched repo! the genetic opera (2008) and we Love that movie. a couples friends of mine were talking about an art collab or something along those lines drawing the guy from re-animator and the graverobber rtgo being gay i think lol. green glowy zombie juice and blue glowy anesthesia. great mix!