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Guess who's gonna attempt to write a few prompts for #GridPride <3

I'll update this post as I write my fills and link chapter by chapter like I did for Angstpril.

🟨💾 “The very thought of losing out now is making me tremble.

(Hold on)

I am alive, I am alive, I am alive!”

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HERM -IM- 131911, or Hermes/Hermie, is a program made for data analysis and eventually electronic mail. Created by a young programmer that transferred to ENCOM after the events of 1982, Howard Mercy, Hermie is a much more whimsical messenger program than himself from Tron Ares.

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

(yes, i like changing up art styles lmao 💀)

💥🥏 Took a dude made by @sugarjellybear on an adventure to the local arcade! ;D;

Stealing Time

2003: Lora Baines-Bradley returns home to L.A. after a work week in D.C., and is paid a surprise visit by a young Sam Flynn who has some personal news to share.

Gen Lora Baines-Bradley & Sam Flynn ~ Pre-Tron: Legacy, Canon Compliant, Domestic, Introspection, Light Angst, Found Family, Haircuts, Trans Sam Flynn 1,911 words

Written for @thegridisforeveryone 's Grid Pride 2026. Week One prompts: "You're already perfect." and Freedom.

Music is the last thing Quorra expected to hear in a Basic med center. It's slow and soft and lovely. For a moment, as she drifts back towards consciousness, she thinks she must be home in Arjia.

And then she remembers.

She was traveling with Ada when they were attacked. Another program helped her fend them off. After that… they came here.

Ada is asleep in the bed next to Quorra's. The medic who helped rescue them sits at a little desk in the corner. Tablets and charts litter the tabletop, but she's engrossed in what looks like a sampler.

Quorra holds her breath as she watches her play. She's beautiful, her dark eyes intense with focus, her mouth quirked in a self-satisfied smile. Her clever hands dance across the keys, weaving notes together in a tapestry of sound. She nods along, feeling the music, and her hair sways with the beat.

Quorra has never seen a Basic show such love for something outside their function. She's never seen a Basic act so much like an ISO. The flood of affection she feels comes on so quickly, it's almost embarrassing. But, these cycles, she takes her joy where she can get it.

After a few micros the music tapers off. Quorra sits up, wincing, and then those lovely dark eyes are on her.

"Can you play it again?" she asks.