〔ᴳᴱᴹ〕—❛survive.

[txchnologiic]

yeahh ive been busy on my main. sorry guys. :x  ill get busy again.

[cxrberus-deactivated20230203]

                   ＪUST ＬIKE OUR ＥＹＥＳ，OUR ＨＥＡＲＴＳ HAVE                                Ａ  ＷAY  ＡＤＪＵＳＴＩＮＧ  TO THE  ＤＡＲＫ

[txchnologiic]

*leaves a single, glowing white rose with a note: 01001000 01100001 01110000 01110000 01111001 00100000 01010110 01100001 01101100 01100101 01101110 01110100 01101001 01101110 01100101 00100111 01110011 00101100 00100000 01000111 01100101 01101101 00100001 00100000 00101101 01010001

        /loves u forever.

[txchnologiic]

Roses are red. Violets are blue. Who's cute as a button? Hint: It's YOU. /shot. lmao sorry, guess I'm really lame when it comes to these sorts of things. How was your day, though? And so what if you're single! I still hope you have a good Valentine's Day. It's not just for romance/lovers, you know. I don't have plans either (besides work) buuuuut it's all good.

tbh i’ll probably just be sitting at home with my dog bc its suppose to be -2 degrees outside tomorrow HAH. like NOPE, bed it is. i’ll go crazy and bake some stuff idk. my days okay so far, just working and freezing to death slightly. where i work they have to leave all the huge bay doors open bc the melting metal here gets overly hot. usually its a nice 70 degrees in here during the winter but i guess the 4 degree wind is changing that. (͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

[txchnologiic]

whispers for everyone to make a tron legacy muse pls

sam flynn

rinzler

tron

kevin flynn

quorra

ed dilinger

jarvis

castor/zuse

clu

siren ocs

program ocs

ISO OCS

FUCKING USER OCS

DAFT MOTHERFUCKING PUNK

-overheats-

[ofgamemaking-archive]

"He’s still yours.” Fingers flew over the tablet he held, often switching back and forth to the control panel. His lips turned up ever so slightly at the compliment. Or at least he took it as one. “Thank you, Gem. I do try.”

[txchnologiic]

gem refrained from twitching from each spark, breathing as fluid as the air around her. sometimes she wished to be back within the computer systems, living freely to do as she wished. to be within a bloodless type of realm once more.                     "no one belongs to me. we all belong to snow."

[sickfuture]

[miiserably-archive-blog]

”Hey! Wait a second. It’s not                   dangerous, is it?’

[txchnologiic]

               "danger is everywhere, just stay close to me."

[pvrelogic-deactivated20150220]

&║║█ ┊ ❛ You may be beautiful but you are not the END ALL, KNOW ALL of my world. Science claims all & each and every possibility has a precise and inevitable  end. perhaps yours is next? ❜

[txchnologiic]

             "i've been derezzed once, i'm not fearful of it                  happening again. save files exist for reason.                  if you don't want my help, then so be it."

[profoundly-naive]

     "Well why would that happen? Flynn would never— oh, excuse me—” In her distraction Quorra narrowly dodged spilling another patron’s drink. Blue, thankfully, but still none too impressed by the ISO’s white lines. He mumbled a little slur; she looked away. Neutral as it was, the tension still remained. 

      "You’re just being dramatic, Gem," she decided, and scanned the club. "Is Zuse ready to see me yet?" Another glance at the Siren and her head fell to a tilt, accompanied by a little, cocky smirk. ”Or did you just want to take me out for a drink?” All that time spent with the Line’s flamboyant hosts must’ve been rubbing off on her.

[txchnologiic]

it was a definite perhaps; the understanding in which the siren processed  made all the sense in the grid.                    "a time out . . . is a time out. there's no going back." zuse must of been busy with the overly jumpy black guards, seeing as the friendly face was no where to be found in his nest. if only it were as easy  as reading the numbers upon your wrist - time ticking away until the portal would close. only the kevin flynn and clu knew the appropriate timings in  which the light would fade.                    "we can drink             for now. zuse would be forever                     upset if i let his favorite isomorphic algorithm leave." 

[txchnologiic]

[txchnologiic]

                INDIE GEM. TRON LEGACY + CROSSOVER OC.                 “be quiet if you want to live.”   femme fatale// siren.                  10+ yrs writing.  multiship.  multifandom.   badass.                  my heart bleeds tron tbh, let’s solar surf together.

[txchnologiic]

*Kiss* You have the kissing disease. Pass it along to the first 10 people on your dash. (Or don't, you do you bro.)

[firstclu]

"Oh, I’m not even talking about the portal," Clu1 shook his head, though it would be a lie to say he hadn’t ever wondered if a program could see what lay beyond. He considered what to say next. Things worked so differently here and his thoughts were becoming dangerously obscure.

"It’s just that we’re all here for some purpose, right? But if that’s all we are, how come I’m sitting here now instead of working? Is this some kind of glitch, or something else?"

[txchnologiic]

             "perhaps we've been blessed with free will." ninety percent of the grid were restricted in movements; programs were instructed to fulfill their jobs and not stray far from their path. any malfunctions were furthermore diagnosed as viruses, or if they were lucky, glitched. gem knew for sure that she was the only siren that was able to walk away from her pod and fully function on any terrain; yet she never took the time in brooding the reason as to why.

[ofmockingashesxarchive-blog]

          “Of course I have. We played games             all the time in school.”

She squinted her eyes at the woman. What on earth was her aim with this question. Most kids played games growing up; her and Gale were so good at them they made up games while they were hunting.

[txchnologiic]

                 "no, not like tag or card games. i mean,                        with an electronic device         like this." within her hands was a boxy item; small buttons and arrow pads were to be used whilst playing a particular game. with a flick of the switch, the handheld console chimed in with  some 8bit styled tunes.                  "a boy from three gave me this."

[miiserably-archive-blog]

'Can you really? No one else ever                gives me the time of day.’

[txchnologiic]

              "anything is possible. let's go."

[cannibaliisms]

No, he wasn’t scared. He wasn’t intimidated or in shock. But this certain woman did make him sit on the edge of his seat while the tiny hairs on his arms stood on end.  

Was he flustered? Maybe. Was he mesmerized? Possibly. This feeling he had was so new to him. He couldn’t possibly figure it out on his own even if he was a killer; he was so naive to feeling. Now this was a rare occasion.

[txchnologiic]

                      "did you freeze? or do users like to stare often?" gem walked in circles before approaching the man who felt the need to stare through her like a piece of glass. sure enough she wasn't dressed like most of the users; gem wasn't exactly of the genetic structure of the people filled with blood. something from the future, something in which most people were skeptical about.

[starxdouche]

★       “Hey, mixtapes are cool. Floppy              discs? Not so much—”       ★

[txchnologiic]

                          "but it can hold more music than                              that piece of transparent plastic."