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Name: Tree

Pronouns: They/Them

Time Running: 21+ Years

README: Occasional Artist, Occasional Writer, Decided to Make a Sideblog to Stop Spamming Tron on Main, Here and Vibin

Additional Information: Ao3 | Main Blog

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princess-of-the-grid

Not the light jet I’m used to…✈️

graygray-gray

Sketches and doodles made right before go3 came out and I was preparing mentally

derezz-ivy

Heyy! here is a pose prompt request since i saw that one post: Quorra doing whatever this is lol

- from quorratronlegacy :)

yeah

frootabooga

🔸“Do you often forget I’m not him?”

—

[ Please don't repost, but reblogs are of course welcome! ]

~ Froot 🌱

l1ghth0use

My half of an art trade with @measlyscrapofseafood! Thanks so much for collabing!

mx-roboto

she's just so cute, they should let her be task manager

what-bot

Finally

Dyson sphere

ravencat35

And now Beck, I finally managed to draw his hair

Bonus below or what happens when you choose a younger successor

gold-lightcycle

"All that is visible must grow beyond itself, and extend into the realm of the invisible." Let your authentic self and your love beam out beyond the limits of the grids. HAPPY PRIDE, PROGRAMS!!!

thomasbxngalter

{Some Daft TRON for your face

I like to think that Guy-Manuel trusts Thomas more than enough to let him use his disk in combat}

betasuppe

It's hilarious to me that Rinz's coolness & intimidation levels both start decreasing drastically the exact moment his helmet is off lol

betasuppe

Grumpy lil program on a journey of righteous fury to do the right thing, even if it kills him in the process♡

astercontrol

"so. MCP. you think you are the biggest baddest Data Vampire in all the system, huh.

absorbing all those poor programs to make their functions yours. Turning all those others red and brainwashing them to do your bidding. Regular server-rackula, aren't you"

...

"AND WHAT ARE YOU. NOTHING."

...

"wrong, Count Counting-machine. I am an older program than even you.

You're integrated into the boards of this computer. Others, like poor Tron, run off floppy-disks.

But I am as old as the Tower Guardians, even if you're trying to keep me as your slave as well

I am so old I run off a punch card

...and its name is