#samzler

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give him attention

[montereygay-ao3]

happy 15th birthday to the movie of all time

[its-in-the-water]

Eeheeheehee it's done!!

Need to figure out a suitably Tron-esque frame, but, until then, behold:

Text format inspired by this very cool font:

TR2N Font | dafont.com

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based on my favorite scene from Survival by @its-in-the-water.

i love angst so i revisit this chapter (Chapter 6) so much.

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Quick drawing of Delete Me, Repeat Me (Let's Try This Again) by @doomednarrative — super excited to see where this one goes

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from chapter 7 of one of my all time favorite fics: Survival by @its-in-the-water

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dumb program beefing with iself

[its-in-the-water]

More of my might not ever work on it again but I have fun thinking about it Tron Legacy omegaverse. I like to think this would be a good place to start...

All the Powers of Creation

Sam fought, but he was so outmatched that he might as well not have bothered. His faceless opponent–Rinzler–dodged every strike with obnoxious, taunting flips and spins, while Sam only narrowly avoided having his head taken off by throwing himself to the ground and frantically, clumsily blocking the program’s disks.

The crowd roared with appreciation and Sam’s stomach pitted. He couldn't beat this guy, there was no chance. He was just a goddamn toy.

But he fought.

And got a boot in the face for his trouble.

The kick caught him on his visor, knocking him to the ground, and Rinzler easily pinned him. He raised one of his disks, the edge whining with power and ready to slice Sam apart. Breathless, Sam tried to throw him off, but he was heavy, heavier than he should have been, dense and terrifyingly strong.

As Sam stared in cold dread and the crowd screamed and Rinzler poised to eliminate him, warmth pulsed in the base of his throat where Rinzler's gloved hand threatened to crush him, traveled down his body, squeezed low in his belly against the pressure of Rinzler’s knee. He froze, paralyzed by the incongruous sensation, deliriously wondering if this was what it felt like to die–

The pulse came again, strange and incomprehensible, so like the hot coil of arousal that he squirmed with discomfort. What the hell was happening to him?

“Rinzler!” the arena screamed from a distance, muffled by the sudden thunder of Sam's heartbeat. And only then did Sam realize that Rinzler, too, seemed frozen.

Sam stared at his own blurry reflection, panting for breath, fingertips clawing at the floor, unable to move. Slowly, Rinzler lowered his disk. His hand shifted, rising to clasp Sam’s throat, his thumb strange and gentle against Sam’s throbbing jugular. Sam shuddered, unnerved by the way his skin shivered, far more sensitive than it should have been. Rinzler forced his head to the side, exposing the length of his neck, and lowered his helm until his obsidian mask nearly touched Sam’s skin. He made a sound, a kind of purring inhale, that trembled through Sam’s paralyzed body and triggered a stronger pulse.

In a low, rasping voice, he sighed, “User.”