#rectified!beck

[helloblobbyblobfish]

Rinz-care

Synopsis: From the journal of System Monitor Dyson: New System Monitor Rinzler is proving himself to be the perfect weapon for the luminary’s regime. However, he has an unexplained habit of taking random Programs under his wing. Clu is still unable to find out how to stop him.

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Haven’t been on Tumblr much since at least two months and did not post my A03 fics on it since even longer... sorry, folks.

Now, as to this fic, it’s the first doc I have found of an ENTIRE series of un-connected one-shots about Rinzler getting a bunch of mini-zlers (most often Beck) when trying to cross-post the slew of stuff I have done since last time. hope you enjoy it ^ ^!!!!

Original author’s note:

Amongst the ideas on what to do for a Rinzler story, I had wanted to see how Rinzler and Beck!zler would react to meeting Anon. (I like Anon and rectified!Beck. Why not combine them? 😌)

But now, I have plenty of programs with unexplained fates. So Rinzler declared he would not go bug Alan until he adopted them all, Pokemon-style.

Also, am I the only one annoyed that there doesn’t seem to be an official term for Clu 2.0’s regime besides “the occupation”? If there is, I can’t remember it/haven’t found it by going over wiki pages.

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Extracts from the personal diary of System Monitor Dyson:

TC 1002, 35 mTC 16 nanocycle, 

Since the… derezzing of the traitor Tron and his apprentice the Renegade, I am proud to declare the introduction of no less than 5 new System Monitors under my command. Rinzler, Gyrox, Turing, Dellaert and Fogel.

While they all deserve many awards that they voiced no interest in receiving, being entirely dedicated to the creation of the perfect System, I have to talk about Rinzler. A perfect weapon of both eradication of the Uprising and of Propaganda, he is the hero of the masses that come see him in the arena. He is deadly, unfeeling, better than Tron ever was. But I have to comment on one strange dynamic he started.

Sentry T-126, originally named Lightman by Kevin Flynn, was a System Monitor rezzed in TC152. He was remarked for stopping an attempt at destroying the Grid Power supply and became an important member of the Monitors. Unfortunately, he refused to join the rebellion against the Users, and was repurposed. For reasons unknown, as soon as Rinzler saw the face of sentry T-126, Rinzler started to hang with the sentry. Despite multiple... reprimands from the Luminary, Rinzler has continued to sneak out to follow the sentry.

I personally don’t see what Rinzler sees in sentry T-126. As an early subject of reprogramming, there is no personality left inside that Program. As an early sentry, T-126 simply patrols the streets of Tron City. Having the winner of The Games following a common sentry around and trying to get him to rest when T-126 was involved in a fight is ridiculous!

I will propose to Clu to change sentry T-126’s tasks to instead follow Rinzler. If Rinzler wants that blank string of code, he can have it, as long as the population doesn’t comment on it anymore!

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TC 1048, 41 mTC 12 nanocycles

I can’t believe Rinzler found another sentry he wants to follow around. I must admit that the skills T-126 shows now that Rinzler decided to train him, but when the Luminary was showing us some of the early results for repurposing, Rinzler immediately zoomed in on E-3. 

Seeing how Clu seems to be especially annoyed that Rinzler chose this specific Program as a new pet to keep around, I looked at his story. Beta was a gaming Program created in TC 102 by Flynn. Defeated Clu in tank battle and was the winner of the first Grid Games tournament. Was already missing by TC 249. The coup against Flynn only took place in TC 301. Hummm….

In any case, E-3 is now living in the same suite as T-126. I once tried to enter, but Rinzler came out of nowhere, jumping on me and growling while holding a disc to my throat. I wa s not afraid. But. he reminded me of Tron in that instant. And our first meeting in Argos City.

It appears Tr-Rinzler trained Beta to participate in the first Grid Games. Me and our leader are currently going through our files, making sure that Rinzler doesn’t meet anymore of his former protégés. 

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TC 1103, 11 mTC, 18 nanocycles

Rinzler… found Anon, the System Monitor who derezzed the ISO virus Abraxas. Apparently, no one wants to stay derezzed on The Grid, given the recent sightings of that User-follower, The Renegade.

Unfortunately, while the return of Anon brings us...  joy, Rinzler was insistent on Anon joining his makeshift, quote-on-quote, "unit". Seeing two...  heroes of The Grid together somehow appeared to be a good idea to the Luminary.

Now, everytime I meet this group of four faceless, mute Programs in the corridor of Clu's tower, I feel like I am to be a prey in a game they are about to play. Their silent communication, so acclaimed by Jarvis, makes it so easy for them to gang up on someone they don't like.

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TC 1175, 43 mTC, 02 nanocycles

I learned that The Renegade had been captured and... derezzed when I realized there was a new member of Rinzler's crew. Beck, a mechanic from the city of Argos. Apparently, he was of great help to permanently stop the Uprising in this city.

I suppose I should have taken the job of cleaning Argos even  if I didn’t want it, but I thought Rinzler needed to be reminded of… I shouldn’t say. But the fact that I wasn’t told of this earlier. It feels like Clu is putting me and Rinzler on the same level.

NO!!!

Rinzler is supposed to be under my command too, not solely the Luminary’s!

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TC 1568, 33 mTC, 05 nanocycles

There was, sigh, an update to the repurposing process.

Now, they are all speaking. Rinzler’s band of merry Programs. So many babblers…

They stayed in the arena or away on missions, I was working on the Luminary’s secret projects, we could make it work.

But now. Now?? Beck has decided to create a chat group for the sentries. He can talk for hours on it without interruption. And he is constantly insulting me! Rinzler doesn’t seem to care, but our leader finds it hilarious. A mechanic is destroying my reputation, and he finds me to be the absurd one!

What? Does he think nothing Beck could do would matter? I’m supposed to call him System Monitor Beck, for User’s sake!

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TC 1569, 39 mTC, 01 nanocycles

System Monitor Cyrus was stopped from commiting a suicide attack against The Luminary’s ship by, urgh. System Monitor Beta.

E-3 then threw System Monitor Cyrus in the repurposing chamber without my or the System Administrator’s permission. I need to convince the Luminary that System Monitor Rinzler is a threat to the regime!

System Monitor Beta is maybe the way to go. The Luminary doesn’t like how he is becoming the masses’ favorite vehicle player in the Grid Games…

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TC 1643, 08 mTC, 12 nanocycles

Not only was I forced to leave Tron City, one of my best agents, System Monitor Reeves, was given to Rinzler. I had made sure they never met, but Clu decided that he should be given a recompense for kicking a more competent second-in-command kicked out of the High Command. I will have my revenge and prove how incompetent Rinzler truly is as a leader.

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TC 1843, 41 mTC, 17 nanocycles

I am so happy. The. Luminary. Allowed. System Monitor Rinzler. To show me. Perfection.

There. Was. An. Error. During the process. But I can’t fault. System Monitor Cyrus.

All my fellows. System Monitors. Are. Programs. I am happy to serve with and. Under.

System Monitor. Beck is telling me. Stories. Of how wonderful System Monitor Rinzler. Is. I hope I shall see. His Perfection.

Maybe not to the. Extent of. System. Monitor. Cyrus. System Monitor Cyrus. Would do. Anything for. System Monitor Rinzler. Including. Leading a rebellion. Against. Clu.

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TC 2043, 21 mTC, 03 nanocycles

Prisoner Clu and System Monitor Beck have finally managed to clean System Monitor Tron of any remnants of his repurposing. He cried of joy. Not as much as when he saw what he did to System Monitor Anon, Lightmann, Beck, Beta, and to The Grid in general. This is why I love so much to work for System Monitor... Tron.

I will need some tweaking to accept the change of Superior officer. But they need it more. They are the ones System Monitor Tron cares about the most. System Monitor Beck especially. I would destroy The Grid to make System Monitor Tron’s wishes come true.

Sigh. I will probably be de-repurposed too. Then, System Monitor Tron will have to arrest me for what I did willingly. I think I am regretting what I did more than the quote-on-quote true System Monitor Dyson ever will.

But he has such a strong group of System Monitors that will remain loyal to him even once cured that I am not worried for him.

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I just couldn't find *any* resume for Evolution, DS edition. The only let’s play I found was abandoned, and the only review I found had the critic admit that he didn’t read the story through because he found it was too much info-dumps and skipped the dialogues. I had to guess the plot from fragmentary sources.

#tron #tron: evolution #tron: uprising #tron: legacy #rinzler #dyson #beck #repurposed!beck #rectified!beck #beta #anon #crack #making Dyson suffer one fic at a time #the monitor from evolution:DS #my writing

[murderbees]

evil thoughts have taken ahold of me

featuring Rinzler, Beck, and the Black Guard Test

this is kinda long

Rinzler is the final test. Every black guard knows this. He doesn't know why it took so long for him to be approved. Beck should have been down there cycles ago. He fights better than most of the other rectified programs, and they could kill a BASIC easily. He was great before the rectified him, now he's almost perfect.

The walk to the stadium is rhythmic, each step matched perfectly to the rest. Their shoes clack in unison against the floor as the arena opens around them.

It's bright, but the helmet filters the light easily. A list of parameters and directions scroll down his vision. It's dismissed quickly. He knows what he's here for, and he's seen many tests before.

When they stop, he looks around. The platform rises, but it's clear and flat. Surrounding him are the other potential black guards. They are few, 10 at most, and half are rectified. He stands just to the left of center, it's a good position.

The audience roars and roars, whether for their deresolution or their survival is unclear. He filters it, halves the volume. They're useful in their own way. Anticipation over clever setups invisible in the arena, screams as a disc rebounds unoticed, the reactions just factor into his strategy. Use everything in a fight, especially your surroundings. He forgot who told him that.

He doubts that more than 3 of them will pass, and hopes the rest have the decency to derezz somewhere avoidable. The last thing he wants to deal with is watching his step. Voxels, despite their shape, are slippery. The spilled energy will be a problem too, but sometimes it's a hidden advantage. Most programs don't know but even processed energy can be absorbed, if you have the mods for it.

His teeth and hands ache as he remembers. The cycles spent on that table were numerous. Night and days blurring as his render cracked and split apart. It was put together just as gently, which is to say, Dyson seemed to take great pleasure in shoving sharp angles and harsh clawing routines into his sore code. There are still sections that chaff and clip into each other, but he's learned to ignore it. His claws click against his baton. He won't be using it.

They stand, eerily still. Across the stadium, a screen lights up, announcing the grand champion and their doom. The roars grow louder, shaking the various screens and reverberatng through his chest.

Rinzler makes no sound. His moves are sleek and smooth. His armor glints under the lights, and that purr saturates the pit. The program next to him starts to shake, their baton tapping against their armor as Rinzler takes position. That's the issue with non-rectified programs, they fear.

A loud buzzer sounds and the walls raise around him. A countdown sounds as he plans his route.

10

A display flashes across his vision.

Last 10 microcycles. Land at least 5 hits on Rinzler.

9

Hmm. Odd, usually it's 3. He blinks it away and turns to watch the other programs. The 5 Basics start to shuffle, he and the 4 rectified stay still.

8

The walls halt. In the corner of his display, he draws a map of the walls. It's not complete, but he'll add to it as he runs.

7

One program walks to a corner, she's shaking. He knew she wouldn't last.

6

She curls into the wall. He takes a step toward her.

5

The other rectified turn to each other. The Basics nod to each other. She derezzes her helmet.

4

Beck stands in front of her. She looks up.

3

She must be an idiot. He crouches.

2

He holds his hand out. She smiles.

1

She puts her hand in his.

Start Challenge, Let the test begin.

He yanks her forward. Her eyes widen, she falls easily. She hasn't hit the ground before the voxels clatter across the ground. The arena is silent for once.

He stares dispassionately at the mess. It got on his helmet. He wants to sigh, but there is no time. His hand dips into the pile, seeking the energy seeping across the floor. Behind him, one of the Basics starts to yell.

It seeps across hidden channels in his armor, illuminating his body. It looks like lightlines, but only for a nano.

The audience is whispering, the sound glides over his audio processors. The other rectified programs are grouping together, hoping that if they attack together, they might survive. The Basics are horrified, they'll be derezzed shortly.

He ducks before he registers it. The orange disc slicing above him, zipping through the program behind him. The energy splashes across his back. He lunges to the side, narrowly dodging the second.

Rinzler is quiet as he dispatches two of the others. The rectified jump into action, discs flaring and batons rezzing. Beck sprints into one of the halls, he doesn't look back as the clinking of voxels echoes behind him.

He flips up, rezzing his baton and jamming it between two walls. He swings, once, twice, and flys up onto the walls, circuits flashing. The audience roars. He has watched all the previous matches, no program has made it above, no program has tried. No warning blares in his vision. Either it's never been out of bounds, or no one thought it was possible. It doesn't matter either way.

He leaps across the gaps, cataloging the paths and turns. Above the pit, names are being crossed off quickly. There's 5 micros left and 3 names.

1 Basic and 2 Rectified. None have completed the second parameter. The counter dings above him, the Basic landed another hit. The rectified darts below his feet. He watches and waits.

The biggest challenge isn't hitting Rinzler, it's surviving. The longer you stay in combat, the more injured you will be, the harder it will be to survive in the end. Conflict must be saved until the end. The threads he spins are near invisible, but Rinzler is a moniter, he'll see them like a light trail.

The board above him buzzes, now it's just him and Rinzler. He drops into the maze and hits the ground running. 3 micros left.

The borrowed energy buzzes under his render, surges through him, but he has self control. He won't use it until necessary.

He reaches an open space, it's his best bet. More room to manouver but flat. There is no high ground here.

Rinzler proves him wrong. The purr registers just as the disc cleaves past his helmet. He's standing on the walls, just like Beck was. He thought Rinzler hadn't looked up, he was an idiot.

It's a dance before long. Beck flips and rolls and jumps. The arena boasts burnt slashes and puts from Rinzler's disc. The purr increases, almost crackling. When the next throw doesn't come, Beck stares up, ready and waiting.

Rinzler leaps into the space, discs arcing across the space, but Beck dodges then blocks. He filters out the audience completely. He can't afford another distraction right now.

Rinzlers back flips over his own disc as it ricochets into the air. Beck flattens, slams his disc into the ground next to him, the floor gives out and shatters into bright pixels. Rinzler's discs fly back into his hands.

Beck swings his legs up, catapulting himself into the air, and as he spins, he parrys one of Rinzler's discs. He lands briefly, kicking off again and flipping over Rinzler. By the time his feet touch the ground, Rinzler's legs are sweeping out, but he expected that.

His disc stricks down, forcing Rinzler to thrown himself back. Beck advances, but never throws his disc. It's a flurry of light and limbs.

Beck gears up, letting the stored energy flow into his arms, and hits one of Rinzler's discs. By now, they had fallen into a pattern, almost a dance. Block, parry, throw, flip, duck, strike. But as the energy flows across his shoulders, Beck manages a smile.

The disc spins out of it's path, racing into one of the halls. It cuts an orange cord.

Rinzler doesn't falter. He punches and kicks and slams into Beck. Micro fractures open along Beck's limbs, but he's happy. The fight is just slightly more fair. Now that they're both down to one disc, Beck can finally get some hits in.

He tilts his head left, letting the disc slice across his helmet, sparks flying. He doesn't see Rinzler's fist as it slams into his side, micro fractures splitting into full glowing crack. His audio and visual are cut off for a moment as errors race across his display. All he can see is red.

He's knocked to the ground, but as he falls, he grapples onto Rinzler, dragging him down too. They roll across the ground, hissing and crackling as they go. It's bad form, but Beck derezzes his helmet to bite down onto the arm trying to slip across his throat.

The punctures let the smallest amount of energy seep into his mouth, not enough to help anything, but he hopes the shock will give him time to think. Rinzler's purr turns to cracking, the sound grates over Becks audio precessing. His hesitation gives Beck the opportunity to tear his head back, voxels flying into the air as he crunches down.

Somehow, during all this brawling, he's managed to fulfill the hit counter. All he needs is to survive for 25 more nanos.

Rinzler throws himself back onto his hands, twisting in the air and lands across the arena. Beck scrambles up, wincing at the damage he'd sustained. He can't keep this up for much longer. Rinzler shifts, posture falling the tiniest bit looser and Beck knows playtime is over.

They're in a standoff, but he needs to draw this out as long as he can. He shifts back into a fighting stance. 20 nanos left.

Rinzler rushes forward and Beck evades and parrys. His arms are too weak to block. Any stored energy he has left is gone. This isn't about passing the test anymore, he needs to live. He wants to live.

Rinzler's strikes are direct and forceful. There's something familiar about this, but he doesn't have time to dwell. He sacrifices his right hand to dash across the clearing and into the halls.

He weaves through the orange threads, listening to them snap as Rinzler chases him. 10 nanos.

He trips over a new thread, the same color as the rest. On the way down, he thinks 'of course, Rinzler didn't just follow me up onto the walls, he copied my threads too.' and slams into the ground.

His shoulder starts to derezz as he skids across the floor, smearing light blue energy everywhere.

He doesn't get the chance to groan, Rinzler pounces. His foot slams into Beck's chest, cracks splintering at the impact. If the program doesn't get medical care soon he'll derezz.

5 nanos remaining.

Rinzler's disc flashs at his neck. He can't hear it, but Beck's sure the audience is screaming.

4

He sees his face reflected in Rinzler's helmet. Orange and blue interlace over his cheeks and jawline, and there's a smear of energy on his forehead. His eyes are grey, ringed in orange that pulses in time with his dimming circuits.

3

The disc doesn't move. He doesn't understand. Rinzler's other hand moves forward.

2

The gloved fingers brush over Beck's cheek, then dip past his ears.

1

His helmet rezzes around his face. Now they reflect each other, sparse orange light blinking in the dark. Something about this makes him unbearably sad, but he doesn't know what.

Challenge complete.

Beck collapsed back against the ground. Rinzler may be unpredictable, but he wouldn't disobey the directions, not at such a public event. Somehow he made it, whether it was his win or Rinzler's hesitation, he made it.

The walls collapse around them, but Rinzler doesn't get up. His disc goes dark, and that crackle becomes a grind. Something severe and harsh that has Beck attempting to crawl out from beneath him.

"Rinzler!" Clu's voice booms across the stadium. Rinzler's crackling ceases, he stands stiffly and retrieves his other disk.

Beck leans back onto his elbow, watching Rinzler. His helmet is pointed toward Clu's observation deck, but he's staring at Beck. Something unidentifiable causes his throat and chest to constrict. Whatever the case,

he lives.

#uhhh... #my bad this is way longer than it was meant to be #idk how beck-like this beck is #but Im blaming that on the rectification #How do you write fight scenes??? #why is beck a maybe vampire? idk it seemed cool #Why is Beck's name still Beck? bc I'm bad at naming #does this count as a fic? #I like my looser writing better but I wanted them to fight #Might have accompanying art later maybe #tron #Beck #Rinzler #my stuff #my writing #Rectified Beck #Black Guard Beck

[hollowsart]

-cracks knuckles-

-stares @ my writing sideblog-

..hm.. -grips mysterio like a stress toy- I gotta do something.

#ghostie mumbles #...I gave that blog a tssm beck aesthetic yet there's like only 1 (2??) things on it related to beck at all. #...I should rectify that. #writing is like impossible for me tho. augh... maybe I could try to slap down... something tho...

[faeymouse]

Thinking about “Scars Part 1 and 2” again (don’t we all?), and I’m eternally baffled about how quickly Dyson is like, “Oh no oops Tron’s dead. Goodbye, old friend” with his eyes all big like this ◔̯◔

idk he is just remarkably unbothered about this massive breach in security for a prime prisoner of Clu, like? Are you gonna check the rubble first? Make sure it wasn’t very obvious sabotage or anything? Tron and Cyrus are escaping on foot, one of them is losing pixels by the second, how far could they get? … nah? just the Puss in Boots eyes? Okay

#babbles #tron uprising #if there was anything to support the dyson was repurposed the whole time theory i feel like its this #like he cant actively disobey clu’s directives but he can quickly decide the worst definitely happened and not look any further #also and this is getting very looking at each frame too much but #this is one of the rare times in the flashback where his eyes have actually light reflected in them #in nearly the entire scene when tron is tortured they look completely dull devoid of any personality #similar to beck in identity until he gets his disk back #is this a hint of his original personality pushing through the rectified code? maybe #or maybe i just really really like analysis videos and they influence my entire being now

[gazzistt]

·˚ ༘₊· 𝐈𝐓𝐀𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈 𝐒𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 🧘🏾‍♀️

itadori, sukuna and choso headcannon // here me out…all three of them as siblings. sukuna as the eldest, choso, then itadori.

notes┆︎i usually reference this au when writing my [ itadoriolderbrother! sukuna x reader ], so if you want to know more about that world refer to here :))

⊹˚∘ SUKUNA.

Sukuna grew up spoiled. SPOILED. Being the first and only child of Kaori and Jin at the time, they gave him everything he could ever want.

I like to think that Jin and Kaori were rich as hell. I'm talking about five estates all decked out in multiple traditional-style mansions. They had maids, butlers, attendants—everything!This is where Sukuna spent most of his time and can explain why he acts like he’s better than everyone later in life.

Sukuna was homeschooled for the beginning of his life, never having to mingle with regular people. He learned everything from the comfort of his home, attendants at his beck and call. It was here he learned etiquette, manners and basic liberal skills. Afterward, he was sent to the best schools in the country—his parents only wanting the best for him.

As Sukuna grew older he got a job at his father's company and found out that his parents made him the sole successor to ALL of their assets—only adding to his trust-fund nature.

Sukuna had a very close relationship with his parents, so much so that he was devastated when his mother died shortly after giving birth to Yuji.

This led to his more brutish nature, distancing himself from his father and baby Yuji, going off on a more crude path. He became rouge, got in trouble a lot more, and started fighting. Jin tried his hardest to rectify his behavior, but those attempts didn't seem to work out. So he let him be.

Jin soon found himself growing more weary and left Yuji in the care of his parents, Co-parenting with his father. But, shortly after that, Jin passed away.

Sukuna attended his funeral, and although he wasn't as devastated, it still hit him hard. His grandfather asked Sukuna to visit him and Yuji for some time, seeing as he now had custody over the children as their legal guardian.

However, Sukuna only fulfilled this request during Yuji’s toddler years. After that, Sukuna was as absent as could be. So absent, that Yuji forgot he even had an older brother.

It wasn’t anything personal, but Sukuna was too used to the luxurious lifestyle he grew up with. Their grandfather was a lot more…modest, more simple, more basic. And that was precisely the reason why he stopped showing up.

Sukuna only appeared again when his grandfather died, leaving Yuji without proper care. He decided to take guardianship of the boy and ‘rekindle’ their relationship. Although it was a bit of a daunting task considering he was absent for 16 years of his life. Whoops.

Nevertheless, Yuji eventually came around, the two of them growing close despite their constant bickering and opposing views. Sukuna was family after all.

Sukuna and Itadori lived in a condo in one of the most expensive neighborhoods in the area. Itadori didn’t realize it at the time, but his brother was insanely rich. Sukuna never really talked about it, and Itadori never wanted to hear anything about his parents—which Sukuna thought to be a shame, because he would never have the childhood that he did.

⊹˚∘ ITADORI.

Itadori didn’t know what to do when this random man suddenly claimed to be his brother. I mean, how does one even respond to that?

Eventually, Itadori had no choice to believe him. I mean, Sukuna looked exactly like him! It was almost like they were twins, except he had tattoos covering his face, was much older, and had much less face fat too.

It also helped that Itadori could remember Sukuna—faintly, but just enough to know that he met him a couple times in his life.

When it came to living with Sukuna, there were some…difficulties. I mean, he was arrogant, pretentious, and shameless—all the personality traits that made up the people Yuji hated. But Yuji learned how to tune out Sukuna’s voice, choosing not to let his temperament rub off on him.

For the most part Sukuna left him alone. He did have a job, after all. He would fly out for days at a time, coming back home only to chill in his room, and never coming out until he had someplace to be.

At that point Itadori practically made the home his own, the emptiness and barren design choices soon becoming occupied with color and random objects. Like the sudden appearance of a sleeping bag (?), a PS5, clothes, paintings, wallpaper—by the time Sukuna came back home he couldn't even recognize his own home!

“Hey you brat, what the hell did you do to my house?” Sukuna snarled, his briefcase dropping to the floor in his stupor.

“Oh! I thought you were supposed to come next week—”

“You thought?” Sukuna shakes his head, walking towards his brother who was sprawled out watching a movie on his couch. “What? We're you gonna paint my walls too?”

Needless to say, Yuji found himself sleeping outdoors that night.

Amidst the discourse, Yuji did appreciate the little moments he had with Sukuna. Like when he taught him how to fight!

Apparently, to Sukuna, Yuji had a lot of raw strength in him. Whatever that meant. Yuki couldn’t see it yet, but Sukuna insisted to step in to teach him how to punch.

“Kid, what enemies are you fighting?” Sukuna chuckles, throwing his head back with laughter. He just couldn't believe what he was seeing, his own brother—trying to throw a punch with the most dubious of forms.

“Shut it. I don't want to hear it from you.” Itadori tells him, continuing to shadow box in the middle of the living room. “If you don't have anything good to say, then don't distract me.”

Sukuna scoffs, throwing his hands up in his defense. “Whatever. I just can’t watch my doppelganger throw punk ass punches.”

Sukuna then gets up, stopping Itadori from…whatever he was doing. He stands in front of him and throws a punch, showing Itadori a visual of the perfect form.

“Hey, that looked solid!” Itadori said with newfound enthusiasm, bouncing around the room.

“Oh yeah?”

“Yeah, that looked like it would connect!”

Sukuna simply smirks, shaking his head. Of course it looked like it would connect. He was the best fighter he knew—and there would be no way he’d let his little brother embarrass that title.

But the most weirdest moment that happened to Itadori by far was when he gained yet another brother.

⊹˚∘ CHOSO.

One day Itadori got into a little scuffle with some guys. Nothing too drastic—just a slight little altercation.

But, by the time Itadori came home, he was beaten and bruised—clearing losing the fight.

All Itadori knew was that he got absoulety wiped clean by an emo guy with black hair and dark circles. A bit embarrassing to say the least, but Itadori was so sure that he would never see that guy again.

Until…he did.

“You’re not Yuji.” Choso says flatly, eyebrows lifting in confusion.

“Yeah, I'm not.” Sukuna responds, just as confused. “Who the hell are you?”

Currently, Choso was standing outside the door of Sukuna’s condo—how he got there is unknown. All he knew was that his brother was in there and he had to see him.

“I’m Yuji’s brother.”

Sukuna stared blankly at him, a scoff leaving his lips. “The hell you are, that kid was the last one to pop out of my mom, that's for sure.”

“Oh, so you must be his brother? Well, I guess that makes us siblings as well.”

“Huh?”

Sukuna was thoroughly confused. Who the hell was this random ass kid? And why did he claim to be related?—he must be mental.

Sukuna couldn't deal with this so he called Yuji to clarify. That is when he revealed that this was the chump who beat him up.

Apparently, they beat each other so badly that Choso’s injuries led him to believe that Yuji was his brother.

And he was thoroughly convinced. Equipped with shared memories that only Sukuna and Itadori could have known.

Being a kind soul, Itadori decided that they should allow Choso to stay with them—just until he could regain his memories. Although it seemed unlikely, he believed that there really was a chance Choso could be related to them.

Sukuna, however, wasn't too pleased at this idea, since that merely resulted in another mouth to feed. Nonetheless, Choso began living with the brothers—an arrangement that soon became permanent.

Surprisingly, Choso fit in perfectly. Almost as if Sukuna and Itadori were missing a puzzle piece. He wasn’t loud like Itadori, nor was he pompous like Sukuna. He leaned more toward the reserved side, acting as a medium between the two extremes.

He would sometimes chill around the house, playing board games with Itadori and sometimes Sukuna—if he willed it. But the majority of his time is spent taking walks, reminiscing, and listening to music.

Choso‘s friends are kind of shady to be honest, always getting into altercations and trouble. But whenever Itadori expresses his distaste for one of them, he drops them immediately.

I just think Choso is such a family man, always putting their interests first. He is a firm believer of ‘blood is thicker than water.’ Always ready to protect his brothers of any harm should become them.

Thankfully, it hasn't come to that yet—and he enjoys the new home he found for himself.

a/n: finally finished this 😩😩 i need some water. also i just think choso random appearance to be so fucking funny b/c what do you mean your related to me?

© GAZZISTT

#FIRST FIC #FIRST POST ^3^ #⊹˚∘ #🌷🌱 #sukuna ryomen #ryomen sukuna #itadori yuuji #itadori yuji #jjk #jjk headcanons #choso kamo #jjk choso #older brother sukuna #itadori has brothers #jjk au

[starry-saturn-nights]

Been playing a lot of Pokémon Violet trying to complete the DLC so of course my two current obsessions combined again.

Been thinking about a Tron Pokémon AU where the future paradox Pokémon are like, the normal Pokémon of The Grid.

Anyway Tron has a shiny Miraidon and part of selling Beck off as Tron is getting him to work with his Miraidon. Unfortunately the two do not get along at first, ( think Batman Beyond Terry and Ace ) but eventually grow to respect one another.

Bonus points of when Tron is rectified Beck and the Miraidon are kind of stuck with each other now, being the last link to Tron they both have left.

#Thinking there are other Pokémon in this Grid but they are styled like the future paradox forms #also that Tron’s Miraidon has his insignia T somewhere on it along with its glowing purple and yellows being blues instead to match Tron #tron uprising #tron #pokemon #tronblr #Pokémon violet

[evecolourshock]

@murderbees you are evil, and I love your rectified Beck and his slight vampirism (I love that whole piece, actually, but your Beck is such a cool design).

So now you get fic inspired by it!!

Featuring : a Beck who's now some kind of vampire, a semi-ambiguous ending, and a Rinzler who's about to remember why he's a ball of rage and murder and will figure out exactly who to blame once he stops internally freaking out.

Beck hisses a breath past his teeth, feeling them cut into his lips again. Too long, too sharp, a mod he doesn't want or like...

He's had a lot of those, a frequent visitor to Dyson's lab whether he wants to go or not. The fangs and claws are just the ones he's been made to keep the longest.

Well. Those, and the butchered energy processor. Normal energy just... isn't compatible, any more. He has to get it pre-processed - drawn from another Program. Sometimes it's donated. Sometimes... he's forced to take it.

He triees to mimic his fellow rectified Guard-prospects, and mostly succeeds. It's not hard - he's also rectified, and the ones who aren't are clearly having second thoughts - but...

Some cycles he wishes it had stuck better than it has. That he wasn't painfully aware of the gaps in his memory, of how something chafes against his core - constricts it, forces him to be something he's not. That he was the numerical designation he's been conditioned to respond to, and didn't remember his own name.

The female General looks at him sadly again, as the unit passes her by. He doesn't-

He thinks he hates her. He used to feel something else, he's pretty sure, but she's the reasson he's like this. He remembers that much.

She asked him once to join her in her quarters, back when he was still grappling with hanging on to any shred of himself he could. He still doesn't know what she was looking for - him following protocol, desperately pretending he was nothing more than a walking shell, apparently wasn't it. Maybe she was looking for, well. Him.

But if anyone finds out he's subverted what's supposed to make him perfect, he suspects he'll be finding out what's worse than derezolution and what he's going through now combined.

Rinzler is the final test. It's an open secret, if you know where to look - Beck's not supposed to know, but he does. He's not supposed to know or do a lot of things. The objective is survival - some fight, some hide, some do both or neither... most fail.

Beck, for all he despises his own existence, doesn't want to die.

He slips away at the first opportunity, listening to the crowd to stay away from Rinzler and his fellow prospects. Stealth is his best bet, because there's no way he can fight the Enforcer.

He finds one of his fellow Guard-prospects anyway, sprawled out and dying slowly from the wounds sustained from... a different fellow prospect, most likely. Rinzler's not one to leave wounded prey. Beck stops, crouching near her.

Compassion- they're not supposed to feel compassion, or mercy. Supposed to have it trained or programmed out of them. Beck holds her hand anyway. "What's your name?" He asks gently.

She can't say it, too weak and fading fast - faster, Beck pulling her energy into himself because it's the only thing he can do to ease her pain and let her go in peace. But he senses her think it anyway, picking up the information through skin-on-skin contact. "Rest, Verity." He tells her, and her eyes flutter shut. "I'll remember you." She greys out entirely and falls apart.

Beck pushes himself to his feet, and moves on. Verity's energy bolsters his systems, but every step feels heavy with the weight of what he's done.

He scrambles up, claws sinking into the maze of walls a little, running along the top of them so he's far away from where he climbed from. Up here, he can see his fellow trainees. And Rinzler, stalking them, rattling low.

One trainee stands out to his eyes - a bit more of a swagger, a bit less of a tactician's mind. A glow he can barely pick up, something he's never found an equivalent for but knows instinctively what it means. That one left Verity to suffer as she derezzed. Beck growls to himself, and prowls along the walls.

He's fast, pouncing from above and sinking his claws into the other trainee. He recognizes them a little, that face is distinctive enough that he knows he knows it, but the memory of them is one of the ones he only has fragments of. They recognize him, though, and look to be about to say something cocky before they realise his claws are in their chest and his fangs are about to be buried in a circuit. Then they start screaming.

Beck mutters crossly through a mouthful of energy, striking them in the throat until they shut up. He needs energy, and this one deserves to be eaten. He doesn't want anyone intruding on his meal, least of all a Program he can't beat.

He spits out a mouthful of greying voxels when he's done. They join the mound on the floor, more than far enough away from Verity's so their data won't mingle. She deserves better than that.

Three trainees remain, including him. Beck dares glance at the scoreboard, unsurprised to see Rinzler's kill count climbing ever higher. He climbs back up the wall, running to a new point and just perching there. He's supposed to hit Rinzler as part of the test, more than once, but...

Beck snorts. Fat chance of that. Rinzler's too good, and Beck likes what's left of his code where it is please and thank you.

Of course, that's when Rinzler decides to tackle him off the wall.

Beck doesn't even think of going for his disc or using his claws, running on panic and automated processes. He punches Rinzler hard, straight into the left side of the Enforcer's chest, though he's not sure why he targets it. Rinzler backs off, rattling in pained fury.

That's- that's new. Beck does the smart thing and runs away as fast as he can. He hears Rinzler following behind him, crashing into the walls and all but screeching vengeance. That's also new - Rinzler's normally much more composed than that.

Beck thinks these new things mean he's going to get derezzed slowly, painfully, and messily.

He gets cornered, whips round, and somehow pulls off a leg sweep he doesn't remember learning. Rinzler staggers - doesn't quite go down, but it's a hit. Two of five, and fifty nanos to go. If Beck survives that long.

Rinzler's on him again, and he doesn't have time to pay attention to the clock after that.

It's messy. Beck feels his chest give twice, nearly loses a hand and does lose a foot. He manages to elbow Rinzler in the middle of the helmet, and a web of cracks spills out from the impact point on both his arm and the smooth glossy surface. He's honestly not sure what the fourth hit is, but his counter goes up so there must have been one.

Rinzler pins him, disc quickly coming closer to Beck's neck, and in his desperation he bites.

There's a flood of information. He's not biting for energy, and there's technically direct contact, so the information spills into him and Beck can't control it. He can't break the connection either, jaw locked as shut as it will get on Rinzler's arm.

Rinzler freezes, and Beck's dimly aware a lot of the information is tinged with shock and horror.

The buzzer sounds, and Beck's finally able to extricate his teeth. Rinzler helps him up - also a first.

"I'm sorry." Beck hears, though he knows Rinzler isn't speaking aloud. He knows that voice, memories beginning to piece together again and crash through him. Rinzler- Tron? Tronzler? Whoever he used to be and was turned into, clearly, is having the same happen to him.

He tucks himself into his mentor's side, awaiting Clu's dismissal of them both. Something- something's changed for both of them. It's a good something, but only if they can keep it hidden.

He's pretty sure if he tried to eat Clu, his newly returning best friend would help.

#tronfic #fics spun off others' AUs

[religion-is-a-mental-illness]

Cognitive Distortion in Thinking About Gender Issues: Gamma Bias and the Gender Distortion Matrix

By: Martin Seager and John A. Barry

Published: 2019

Introduction

The seed that grew into my (JB) interest in Male Psychology was planted at a seminar on clinical psychology during my undergraduate degree at a respected English university in the mid-1990s. The group had spent a lot of time exploring possible theory-based reasons for female depression (e.g. the female gender role leading to learned helplessness), but then swiftly glossed over the subject of high male suicide rates with a “humorous” remark: “men construct more lethal methods because they are better at DIY”. This raised a few giggles at the seminar, and the group quickly moved on to the next topic. However it struck me as odd that my educators—and psychologists in general—appeared to have little serious curiosity about the causes of a fatal issue like suicide. I presumed that this would change, but I heard the same DIY explanation in 2016 at a public talk on gender at LSE, also greeted with giggles from the audience. Clearly this phenomenon—a cognitive distortion involving the minimisation of the importance of male suicide to the point of near-invisibility—was difficult for people to overcome.

Cognitive distortions can be defined as “the result of processing information in ways that predictably result in identifiable errors in thinking” (Yurica et al. 2005). Since the 1960s, a growing number of distortions have been identified. Aaron T. Beck (1967) originally identified cognitive distortions in his work with depressed patients. The six errors he identified were: arbitrary inference; selective abstraction; overgeneralization; magnification and minimization; personalization; and absolutistic, dichotomous thinking. Since that time others have extended Beck’s list. In this chapter we are postulating a newly identified cognitive distortion, gamma bias.

Gamma Bias and the Gender Distortion Matrix

A range of examples of gamma bias are described in the gender distortion matrix, and they fall primarily under two categories: magnification and minimization. Magnification is defined as “the tendency to exaggerate or magnify either the positive or negative importance or consequence of some personal trait, event, or circumstance” (Yurica et al. 2005). Minimization is defined as “the process of minimizing or discounting the importance of some event, trait, or circumstance” (Yurica et al. 2005).

Table 1 describes the gender distortion matrix. It is a 2 × 2 matrix, and in each of the four cells, the experiences, behaviours or characteristics of men and women are either magnified or minimised. The matrix describes how it can be good or harmful to do certain things or receive certain experiences. Unlike either alpha bias (magnification) or beta bias (minimisation), each cell demonstrates that certain gender issues are both magnified and minimised. Whether an aspect of the gender issue is magnified or minimised depends upon whether the issue is related to men or women.

Table 1 The gender distortion matrix, describing examples of gamma bias i.e. situations in which aspects of our perceptions of men and women are magnified (upper case/italics) or minimised (lower case)

In this paper we argue that there is much evidence in everyday experience, and some in research, which supports the existence of gamma bias. Note that we do not suggest that gamma bias is eternal and unchangeable. To the degree that it is changeable, we suggest that it is very important that we rectify, or at least recognise, these distortions. When discussions of gender are distorted, this misshapes the narrative and warps our public attitudes, policies and conversations about gender. For example, as a result of widespread gamma bias we tend to believe that:

men are more harmful than helpful

women are more helpful than harmful

men are more privileged than disadvantaged

women are more disadvantaged than privileged.

Examples of Each Type of Distortion

We list below some preliminary examples of the very public ways that these distorted attitudes to gender are reinforced continually in the English-speaking or Western world. Examples will at this stage be brief and schematic, but hopefully sufficient to demonstrate the face validity of this new hypothesis, which will be subjected to rigorous empirical testing in research over the coming years.

Doing Good (Active Mode) (Celebration/ Appreciation)

Female Magnification

We celebrate women publicly—for their gender alone—in the archetypal realms of beauty, fashion, sexuality and motherhood.

The UN has got four days dedicated to women: International Day of Women and Girls in Science, International Women’s Day, International Day of Rural Women and International Day for the Elimination of Violence against Women.

The Royal Society in the UK and other institutions worldwide have at various times held “Wikipedia Edit-A-Thon” days, when people are encouraged to add the names and achievements of women to Wikipedia, in order to make women in science more visible (Huffington Post 2012).

Suffragettes—female suffrage has been selectively celebrated in writings, films and the media as a gender issue, minimising the lack of suffrage for half of the male population in the same historical period.

The careers and achievements of women in science, politics, business and education are actively promoted and celebrated as a gender issue.

Women in the military and emergency services are celebrated for their gender and not just their actions.

Male Minimisation

We do not celebrate men collectively for their gender alone, only the particular achievements of individual men.

The UN has no special day to celebrate men. In many countries International Men’s Day has been celebrated on November 19th since around 2010, but this is not recognised by the UN.

The heroism within the military and the emergency services is often remarked upon in the news. However, the almost exclusively male gender of the heroes is not marked. In ceremonies to pay tribute to war heroes we acknowledge their brave deeds but not their masculine gender. We also include women when celebrating war sacrifice so that celebrations become gender-neutral rather than gender-specific. Recently, the rescue of a group of boys by male cave divers in Thailand was celebrated, but not marked as a gender issue or as an example of positive masculinity. In the Titanic disaster in 1912 most men were drowned (80%) but most women (75%) were saved. Men were clearly acting heroically to protect the women and children, but this, though a famous story, has not been celebrated as a story of positive masculinity.

Working class sacrifice—the complete physical infrastructure and security of the UK and other nations has been built and maintained almost exclusively by working class men. This is reflected in the fact that to this day in the UK men account for 96% of deaths at work. The same picture is found across the world. Clearly men continue to do the heavy, dirty and dangerous jobs in all societies. However, males who are builders, miners, firefighters, quarrymen, road workers, deep sea fishermen, scaffolders, steeplejacks, navvies and who occupy many other dangerous professions are not celebrated for their gender in a positive way. The image of male builders, for example, still tends to be more “wolf whistler” than “DIY SOS” hero.

Male suffrage—the vote for men has never been celebrated as a gender issue even though 44% men also only got the vote for the first time in 1918 and at a time when men had been sacrificed in large numbers in World War One for the protection of society.

We do not celebrate fatherhood or male childcare. Indeed in many ways public attitudes towards men as caregivers of children are negative, ambivalent and even suspicious, even amongst politicians (Dench 1996).

Male sexuality is typically viewed in public life and policy as a source of harm, threat, abuse and power. The joy and positivity of male sexuality is rarely celebrated today, except indirectly through the arts.

Doing Harm (Active Mode) (Perpetration/ Toxicity)

Male Magnification

Negative attitudes towards masculinity have become widely accepted in mainstream public discourse in recent years. In contrast to the “women are wonderful” effect (Eagly et al. 1991), contemporary men are subject to a “men are toxic” effect. The notion of “toxic masculinity” has emerged and has even gained widespread credence despite the lack of any empirical testing (see chapter on masculinity by Seager and Barry). In general terms it appears as if attitudes to men have been based on generalisations made from the most damaged and extreme individual males. An example of this is the case from 2016, when a young woman called India Chipchase was raped and murdered. There were two men in her story: the rapist/murderer, and her grieving father who movingly stated “I will never get to walk my daughter down the aisle”. However, the media attention following this tragic event focussed almost exclusively on a sense of urgent need to teach boys and men in general to respect women. This suggests that in terms of public attitudes, the rapist/murderer was being viewed as more representative of masculinity than the victim’s father.

The concept of ‘rape culture’ has also developed and gained credibility, originating in the USA in the 1970s. However, in 2012 figures for the USA as a whole show that 0.6% of adult males had been registered for sexual offences (including rape), meaning that 99.4% were not. Even allowing for some inevitable under-representation, and whilst recognising that one rape is one too many, the evidence suggests that the vast majority of adult males are not sexually violent or dangerous. The public perception, however, is very different, especially in an age of “#MeToo” and “Enough is enough”.

In the UK and elsewhere the image of domestic violence and intimate partner violence (IPV) is almost exclusively one of male perpetrators and female victims. This is reflected in “treatment” approaches to IPV such as the “Duluth model” which is aimed exclusively at males (see chapter by Powney and Graham-Kevan). It is also reflected in the provision of places in refuges for victims of IPV. In 2010 in the UK, for example, whilst male victims accounted for at least 33% of IPV victims, less than 1% of a total of 7650 refuge places were available for men. Research evidence of equal levels of IPV by females (e.g. Archer 2000) is still not being reflected in public attitudes in this area (Seager 2019, in this volume Chapter 12).

Female Minimisation

We have already seen (above) that evidence of equivalent levels of domestic and IPV by females (e.g. Archer 2000) is not reflected in public attitudes or policies.

There is evidence that women receive less severe sentences for the same crimes (e.g. Starr 2012; Mustard 2001).

The high level of online emotional abuse by women (cyber-bullying) (e.g. Marcum et al. 2012) is not reflected in public attitudes or policies.

52% of men in a sample of high-security prisoners who had committed serious offences against women and had been sexually abused in childhood were found to have been abused by female abusers acting independently of men (Murphy 2018). However, the picture of sexual abuse portrayed in the media does not reflect this complex gender picture of sexual abuse. Those who propose a social transmission theory of “toxic masculinity” would have to take account of the fact that male children spend significantly more of the developing years in the company of adult females than adult males.

Parental alienation, a diagnosis newly added to the ICD-11, is a form of child abuse involving one parent alienating their child from the other. Evidence has long shown that the father is more often the victim and the mother the perpetrator (e.g. Bala et al. 2010). Briggs, in another chapter in this volume, also shows examples of clinical cases in which mothers have alienated children from fathers prior to psychotherapeutic intervention.

Receive Good (Passive Mode) (or Privilege)

Male Magnification

The whole sociological concept of “patriarchy” (see also chapter on masculinity by Barry and Seager) is predicated on the idea that it is a “man’s world”. Specifically, society is viewed as inherently privileging and advantageous for men and organised in ways that empower men and disempower and exclude women. This bold and sweeping hypothesis has received widespread acceptance despite being subject to relatively little academic evaluation, let alone being subject to empirical testing as a scientific hypothesis. This uncritical acceptance of a radical theory by mainstream society in itself indicates that gender distortions may be in operation on a large scale. The concept of patriarchy focuses on an elite group of more powerful and wealthy males, whilst minimising the vast majority of men who are working class men, homeless men, parentally alienated men, suicidal men and other relatively disadvantaged male groups. It also minimises the benefits and protections involved in motherhood, family and domestic life for many women including the potential joys and rewards of raising children. Also the concept of patriarchy minimises the hardships of the traditional male role, such as fighting in wars, lower life expectancy, higher risk-taking and working in dangerous occupations.

Young women in the UK are now in fact earning more on average than their male counterparts (see below), yet the gender pay gap is misunderstood and presented as an example of women’s oppression, primarily because of dubious and selective methods of measuring and comparing pay. Even when men are earning more, there are other “trade-offs” and risks that men choose to take on that confer counterbalancing disadvantages (Farrell 2005). However, the public perception and emotional outrage on gender pay are out of proportion to the actual differences that emerge if the matter is analysed more scientifically.

Female Minimisation

As we saw above, there is evidence that women receive less severe sentences for the same crimes (e.g. Starr 2012; Mustard 2001). Women also enjoy better health and living conditions than men (Carcedo et al. 2008). Mothers who are prisoners also enjoy better access to their children than fathers who are prisoners (Collins et al. 2011). And yet in terms of public perception there is an image of women being “oppressed in a male-centric prison system” (e.g. Baroness Corston in The Guardian 2018).

In OECD countries at the present time significantly more young women than young men graduate from school and college. According to figures supplied by the Guardian newspaper (2017), for every 13 girls who entered university, only 10 boys did so. The education gap has seen boys fall behind girls in the UK since the 1980s, and 30 years later it has become usual for women in their 20s to be earning more than their male peers, and has been for some years (Guardian 2015). There are still more male senior academics and professors than female in academia, but apart from this 0.3% of jobs at the top of the educational hierarchy, the rest of the hierarchy—from primary school onwards—favours females (Brown 2016).

Parental privilege—it is a widespread practice in many countries that in legal cases of parental dispute over child custody, sole custody is awarded to mothers rather than fathers almost by default.

Maternity privilege—when children are born, antenatal, perinatal and postnatal services are highly female-centric and the role of the father is generally not thought about or included. The assumption is that fathers are not as important to children as mothers.

Protection—we have seen (above) that both in times of war and peace women enjoy the protection of men at times of great threat.

Elsewhere in this volume (Chapter 10) Belinda Brown presents evidence indicating that females enjoy power and privileges within the domestic and household domain.

Receive Bad (Passive Mode) (or Victimhood)

Male Minimisation

Men across the globe have a significantly lower average life expectancy than women. As we have also seen (above) men account for almost all deaths at work both in the UK and other nations. However, in terms of public attitudes and beliefs, these facts are relatively invisible. Certainly, no concept of a “gender death gap” has been proposed.

Although there are signs of this changing, for years there has been less investment in prostate cancer than breast cancer, even though the rates of death caused by each are similar (around 10,000 per year for each in the UK).

The vast majority of rough sleepers (85% in the UK) are male but there are no gender policies to address this.

Boys have been falling behind girls in education since the 1980s. Boys are now in the UK around a third less likely to attend university than girls. This however has met with no political action and has never been referred to as the “gender education gap”.

In almost every country across the world men kill themselves at a higher rate than women do. This is now starting to be recognised, but research into suicide and services for those at risk have remained relatively “gender-blind” (Seager, in this volume Chapter 12).

When in distress, women tend to want to talk about their feelings whereas men tend to want to fix whatever is causing the distress (Holloway et al. 2018). However our mental health services are delivered in a “gender blind” way, so that treatment options that might suit men better are rarely considered (Liddon et al. 2017).

Issues that impact males more than females such as colour blindness (in 8% of boys and 0.5% girls), tend to be overlooked, despite the significant impact on QoL (Barry et al. 2017). For example, although coloured graphs are difficult for colour blind students to read, a large educational board in the UK recently declined to make graphs in exam papers more colour blind friendly.

Bedi et al. (2016) found that there are significantly more psychology papers dedicated to women and women’s issues compared to men and men’s issues.

Field experiments of domestic violence show that bystanders intervene if the victim is a woman, but keep walking—or even laugh—when the victim is male and the perpetrator female (e.g. ABC News 2010).

In Nigeria in 2014, 300 female students were kidnapped by the terror group Boko Haram, prompting an international outcry. At the same time, however, and in the same country, as many as 10,000 boys were abducted and many even murdered. However, this even greater outrage went almost completely unnoticed in the media.

Whilst female genital mutilation (FGM) has rightly received widespread condemnation, male genital mutilation (MGM) has been relatively ignored, despite evidence of harm caused to those who are circumcised.

Female Magnification

We have already seen (above) that in the field of domestic violence and IPV, the emphasis is largely on female victims and treatments for male perpetrators, when the reality is that both genders are equally capable of such abuses (Archer 2000; Fiebert 2010).

We have also seen (above) that the concept of “rape culture” exaggerates the perception of men as potential rapists and creates a climate of fear for women. Campaigns such as “#MeToo” can also play into a sense of fear that is based on distorted generalisations from small samples of damaged men to the whole male population.

The Boko Haram example (above) provides strong evidence that there are much greater empathy levels for females than for males. Correspondingly, our sense of female victimhood is magnified and our sense of outrage is increased by virtue of the gender of the victim rather than the crime.

Why Do These Gender Distortions Exist?

It is challenging to think about the possible adaptive function of biases and errors, but an adaptive value helps us to understand their existence, as well as absolving people of blame for holding them. Haselton et al. (2015) highlight some of the adaptive functions of cognitive biases, and suggest that our evolved adaptive responses can sometimes act against our self-interest when faced with novel modern rules.

Why We Favour Women

The “women are wonderful” effect (Eagly et al. 1991) predicts a type of “halo effect” for women. This effect means that we magnify women in the Do/Good cell. This might involve a certain amount of what Beck (1979) call emotional reasoning, where one’s emotional state guides conclusions about self and others. Such views would be expected if the effect is the result of positive views about women being created from positive early experiences with mothers and other female caregivers. It also makes sense that women are more valuable than men, because of their importance in reproduction. A very basic way of understanding this is to think about the question of which hypothetical village would have the better chance of survival: the one with 100 women and one man or the village with 100 men and one woman? The answer to the question demonstrates the unquestionable value of women to human survival.

Why We Disfavour Men

On an evolutionary level, males can be seen as the providers of protection, not the recipients of protection (Seager et al. 2016). It makes sense that someone should have the role of protecting offspring, and also protect those who give birth to and nurture the offspring. Thus social attitudes would have been calibrated accordingly over many thousands of years to associate femininity with nurturing and vulnerability and masculinity with protection and strength. Because of this, it would be more difficult—both unconsciously and consciously—to feel the same level of emotional sympathy for a male than a female. For the man, it might also therefore be difficult to deviate from the script of the protector and seek help. By the same token, it might also be difficult for society to see men as victims rather than protectors.

Another explanation, which is probably an extension to the previous rather than an alternative explanation, is derived from research in social psychology. The phenomenon of ingroup favouritism and outgroup bias is a cornerstone of social psychology. The strength of such biases vary by group e.g. it is well-established that higher-status groups invoke more ingroup bias (e.g. Nosek et al. 2002). Men in general (historically and cross-culturally) have had higher status than women in the public realm (politics, finance etc.), so one might expect that male identity invokes a high level of ingroup bias. However research shows that—uniquely in social identity theory—male identity, unlike female identity, invokes no significant ingroup bias (e.g. Richeson and Ambady 2001).

Men support each other effectively when the identity is based on something other than being male (e.g. football teams), but how do we explain the incohesive effect of male identity? There are several possibilities. For example, it could be that because infant attachment mostly happens with mothers, this programmes for greater bias towards women in later life (Rudman 2004). Similarly, it could be that men are stereotypically more associated with violence and aggression and thus invoke less sympathy even from each other (Rudman and Goodwin 2004).

It is likely that seeing men as protectors rather than receivers of protection leads to a lack of sympathetic bias in their favour, and leads to male gender blindness (Seager et al. 2014), the phenomenon where men’s problems go relatively unseen. This in turn facilitates the gender empathy gap, the phenomenon where males receive less empathy than females, even when in a similar predicament (Barry 2016).

Intersectionality as Male Gender Blindness

According to a much-cited paper by Professor of Psychology and Women’s Studies, Stephanie Shields, “Intersectionality, the mutually constitutive relations amongst social identities, is a central tenet of feminist thinking and has transformed how gender is conceptualised in research” (Shields 2008, p. 301). According to this view, men are historically privileged and therefore don’t generally deserve help or attention unless they are also members of another historically oppressed, disempowered and marginalised group (e.g. gay, BAME or disabled men). Intersectionality is therefore sometimes used as a way of criticising or devaluing efforts to understand issues facing men in general by deflecting attention exclusively onto specific marginalised sub-groups of men, and so minimising the importance of universal issues facing men.

On one level, the idea of intersectionality has merit in the same way that interactions in ANOVA help identify interesting differences between subgroups of the main variable. But there is one major flaw with the intersectional level of analysis when it comes to understanding male psychology: there is a main effect of being male that runs through all levels of the variable. For example, when it comes to suicide, not only do men in general kill themselves more frequently than women, but BAME men kill themselves more frequently than BAME women (Oquendo et al. 2001), and gay men attempt to kill themselves more frequently than gay women (Bagley and Tremblay 2000). Similarly, the academic underperformance of boys cuts across all social strata and geographies (Curnock-Cook 2016). We should note that firm statistics are not always available related to demographic groups, but what evidence there is tends to support the idea that men in general, not just specific demographics of men, need our help. “Drilling down” into data can be enlightening, but focusing on a single tree might not tell us much about the forest. Focusing on specific issues facing subgroups is of value to the individuals in these groups, but should not be used to distract attention when we are trying to understand wider issues in male psychology.

There are various ways in which male gender blindness is both a cause and effect of the ways we study gender. For example, it can be argued that the concept of “masculinities” is largely based on subjective judgements by theorists trying to make the case for alternatives ‘hegemonic’ masculinity. Interestingly, at the same time as magnifying different varieties of masculinity, these theorists tend to minimize difference between men and women, an approach which is a type of gamma bias (see chapter on gamma bias by Seager and Barry). Moreover, in attempting to identify multiple versions of masculinity, theorists run the risk of obscuring masculinity as a unitary phenomenon. This means that focusing only on a plurality of “masculinities” doesn’t help us address more general issues related to masculinity and may even distract us from doing so.

By looking at men only in terms of the other sub-groups that their gender intersects with, there is in truth the great danger that we will miss the wider gender issues altogether. By defining men only in terms of their sub-group identities (e.g. by race or sexuality) without honouring their collective group identity as a gender, the needs of men of all kinds are likely to be overlooked. If men across various demographic groups, for example, appear to respond in a similar way to therapy (as suggested by Groth in his chapter on existential therapy), then it is likely that the concept of intersectionality is of much less practical or clinical value than the underlying concept of gender itself.

Like the blind man who touches the elephant’s tail and then thinks an elephant is like a snake, those who dismiss the idea that men in general need help are committing the cognitive bias of selective abstraction: instead of appreciating the whole picture, they focus on just one part of it. If science is to understand the problems facing men, scientific investigation needs to examine how some discussions about gender tend to distort the issues, making some parts of the picture invisible and magnifying others as if they were the whole picture.

Unconscious Bias Revisited

Some or all of the phenomena described in the cells of the matrix can be considered types of unconscious bias. Distorted narratives that put men perpetually in the role of toxic abuser, risk alienating men from themselves and others, leading to what might be called a state of gender alienation. As pointed out by Damien Ridge in his chapter in this book: “the disconnection between theoretical discussions and the daily reality of men promotes a poverty of understanding of male subjectivity... Masculinity has essentially become what different theorists and their followers say it is”, and something that probably means little to the average man.

The Patriarchy Revisited

Essentially, patriarchy theory (Walby 1990) is a distorted and untested way of explaining the differences we observe in the reproduction-based division of labour. For example, women are seen as oppressed by the role of “housewife”, and men are seen as liberated in the role of “breadwinner”. However this is not the only way of viewing traditional gender roles. For example, Dench (1996) suggests that women can have a much more rewarding role in the private realm, and men can have a much harder time in the dangerous, dirty and soulless world of the workplace. Dench also suggests that the idea of the traditional male role as desirable rather than a burden was a way to encourage men to accept a supporting role in society, one that is ultimately of lesser value. Similarly, Van Creveld in his book The Privileged Sex (van Creveld 2013) hypothesises that women have always had privileges (e.g. ‘women and children first’, less dangerous jobs) and that this is something that most people unquestioningly accept as a good thing.

Nobody’s life is without suffering, but the suggestion that women have been oppressed by the patriarchy is at best an untested theory and at worst a damaging distortion. At best, it is like looking at the famous rabbit/duck illusion and claiming that there is only a rabbit and no duck, or that the rabbit is being oppressed by the duck. Once evolutionary biology is honoured rather than dismissed, it can be seen that the traditional family structure is based primarily on reciprocal and evolved reproductive roles. Thus the greatest influence on the balance of gender relations, is perhaps none other than the great matriarch herself, “mother nature”.

Criticism of the Preliminary Evidence of Gamma Bias

The evidence that we have presented above might be criticised on the grounds of confirmatory bias i.e. the tendency to select only information that supports your view. At the time of writing (August 2018), gamma bias is being presented as a hypothesis that promises to explain broad patterns of data in relation to how issues of gender are perceived, expressed and responded to both in academia and elsewhere in life. The examples we have provided are incomplete and inevitably selective, but we are confident that they offer preliminary support for the existence of gamma bias.

Future Research

The gender distortion matrix offers many examples of how the gamma bias hypothesis can be tested. As we write, a new research programme is being organised by the Male Psychology Network, and no doubt our hypothesis will be modified in light of the findings. To enhance ecological validity, real-world examples might be found in newspapers (e.g. the Boka Haram comparison) or the cinema, and assessed. The same principle might be expanded to academic writing and work. It might even be possible to quantify the degree of distortion within a given news article or academic paper. These are just some very basic ideas which we are happy to see others elaborate upon.

Conclusions

In academia, beta-bias and the gender similarities hypothesis are encouraged to such a degree that the term “sex differences” now has an air of controversy, and to point out differences between men and women is considered somewhat distasteful. Perhaps a more acceptable term than “sex differences” is “gender distinctions” (Lemkey et al. 2016) with its connotations that both genders have attributes that are unique and positive.

There is a serious risk arising from using terms such as “toxic masculinity”. Unlike “male depression”, which helps identify a set of symptoms that can be alleviated with therapy, the term “toxic masculinity” has no clinical value. In fact it is an example of another cognitive distortion called labelling (Yurica et al. 2005). Negative labelling and terminology usually have a negative impact, including self-fulfilling prophecies and alienation of the groups who are being labelled. We wouldn’t use the term “toxic” to describe any other human demographic. Such a term would be unthinkable with reference to age, disability, ethnicity or religion. The same principle of respect must surely apply to the male gender. It is likely therefore that developing a more realistic and positive narrative about masculinity in our culture will be a good thing for everyone.

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We sometimes imagine what the world would be like if we'd never had religion.

Imagine what the world would be like if Gender Studies and feminism had studied evolutionary biology, evolutionary anthropology and evolutionary psychology. If we understood men and women, male and female, though actual science, evidence and empiricism, rather than fundamentalist quasi-religious adherence to superstitions about invisible demonic forces and cabals of secret conspiracists.

Reminder that Implicit Association Tests as used in DEI training are famously unreliable. Part of it is that they're keyed to only a single variable, typically race, and have extremely low replicability. And the people conducting them are quacks and frauds. The same test, when taken again by the same person, yields radically different results. It functions as little more than dowsing.

However, when other variables are controlled for, the one and only consistently reproducible implicit bias is pro-female/anti-male bias.

#gamma bias #sex differences #gender issues #cognitive distortions #gender distortion matrix #women are wonderful #religion is a mental illness

[yuusaris]

Doc Dump - Almost And Enough (Shadowpeach, Lego Monkie Kid)

I have SO MANY irons in the fire right now, and this is something that has to get cut and will not be used in this particular fic. Woe, shadowpeach be upon ye

[So, I'm working on apiece taking place with Wukong in the broken scroll having to re-play his memories up to present day, but every deviation gets him sent back to Start, the curse not truly able to manifest in it's usual way. The ones with Macaque are the most difficult for him because of how differently he sees and feels about Macaque now.

Our Wukong is depicted by (Wukong) and any Wukong acting within the proper narrative is simply Wukong. The way that Tang and Pigsy and Sandy were stuck in their past lives - because Wukong has that self-knowledge to him, he's kind of able to weave between letting it happen while maintaining his awareness of himself, and being able to step in if he feels he needs to, or wants to re-establish control for himself.

This cut follows after a scene with a Drunk/Potentially-Not-Actually-Drunk Macaque at a Brotherhood banquet trying to elicit a kiss from a decidedly less drunk in-timeline Wukong, who is getting very uneasy vibes about it, despite the fondness for Mac's attention.

So, why are we cutting this?

A) I dislike how I wrote Wukong here - even for a younger self, I found this a little too hesitant and nervous. Even at his most uneasy, Wukong isn't one to stutter or lose his words, I was gunna imply maybe he was starting to feel the alcohol himself,but that just didn't pan out well.

B) I feel Macaque's a little too devious here, too unapologetic about manipulating Wukong at a point in his life where he is very much at beck-and-call. He's showing his hand a bit too fully as well, and I found it made for a distasteful character in a way I feel is out of character for /that period/ of Macaque and Wukong's relationship.

C) it didn't move. The end result we have here comes to a decided dead end and any attempts to move it passed this felt forced or unnatural and that is because this movement isn't the strongest I can make it. I have a better idea in mind to replace this sequence with, I'm not pressed.

Things I like, though?

I like the banter I got down for that intimate bit. I like how I wrote Azure, I think I nailed conveying disapproval without giving an implication that he feels anything for them - that being interpreted is different from my intention, after all - which does lend for this rather irksome Protector Syndrome that throws a wrench in things for these two, you get the idea that the mood is dead because Azure is this insistant and the inexperienced/manipulated Wukong is not weighing his situation well.

That being said - I do hope you enjoy]

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Macaque blinks, his sadness turning sour. His tail drops off Wukong’s waist, not in an ordinary disappointment, but one Wukong can still rectify. He grabs Macaque's arm before he can stand to storm off (“I’ts only--”), which he promptly shakes off. 

Wukong can’t just watch him stumble off. He slips away from the feast and catches up to Macaque. “It’s only cuz you’re drunk.” He shakes the word in a show of seriousness, a show of care. 

Macaque’s eyes roll then screw shut to avoid Wukong’s gaze. “What a hero.” 

He jogs further in order to be in front, to speak to his face. “I just meant--”

“I know what you meant.” Macaque sounds almost entertained by how badly the night turned out, as if this should’ve been predictable. 

(Wukong knows now it was.)

“-- that was intense,” Wukong presses. “I mean, specifically asking me to--”

“I knooww,” Macaque’s tilting tone is that of an overlectured student.

“Just cuz you don’t think you’re that drunk, doesn’t mean you’re not that drunk.” Wukong slows his erratic pace when Macaque does. He looks at Wukong with surprise (the same surprise Wukong’s feeling for himself) “Don’t gimme that look - a sober Macaque wouldn’t have tried that even if we were alone.”

(I really caught that?)

“--Doesn’t mean we should… overdo anything we--” Wukong stutters, “--that we, uh.. Would.. Think is smart to do. Y’know, sober or not.”

Of all the times Wukong’s tongue goes lax - this would be the one.

“Y’know because - I mean, it’s not like I’m not gunna want to…” The words stick to his throat. “Not that I'm saying you’re not attractive or - or weak…  I like you -- beeeiiing forward. In general, I mean. Taking initiative, And the. ..banter was… it was, it was--”

He’s grabbed by his tunic knot. Macaque pulls Wukong close as he falls back against the solid stone of the mountain. To keep from toppling, Wukong brackets him with his arms. 

“...Oh,” Wukong is breathless, feverish at Macaque’s grip on his clothes, keeping him this close. “This is… this’s.. Ah…”

Really happening, His mind races. Finally happening.

Wukong looks at Macaque, his shadow, bathed in the light of a night sky too bright to compare him to, a failure in its own right. Stars that only shine worthily when glinting off his teeth, and if a hero and a warrior are the sun and the moon, then where is the second hero to account for Macaque’s second eye?

Sounds fall out of him - “Okay.” 

Wukong gets that prey feeling again when Macaque chuckles darkly. The corner of his mouth presses into a smile. “Just okay?” 

For a moment, Wukong’s nerves even out, the excitement can rush through without spinning him. 

 “...Better than okay.” Wukong leans in, something wry on his face as he gets close to Macaque, close enough to smell plum wine and a musk only furr can cultivate. Macaque pushes up.  “Much better than okay.”

He grips Macaque’s arm, between the elbow and shoulder, and gives a squeeze that’s permission and plea. Macaque’s move to his neck, gripping the hair and fur close enough to his fingers. 

Macaque leans.

Wukong pulls.

Someone coughs.

Both their heads whip soundward, and Azure Lion stands with a fist to his mouth.

“I - apologize for interrupting,” he says. “But Macaque seemed upset when you two left.” His brow raises. “Is everything okay?”

“...Yeah?” Wukong’s eyes shift to Macaque, “Yeah, we’re, ah--”, then back to Azure, “--we’re figuring it out.”

“I can see that,” Azure says. “But, it does look concerning.”

“You did say to take it inside,” Macaque helps (and it’s so blatantly smug, Wukong could choke on it).

“This isn’t inside,” Azure says (with a tone so stony, Wukong feels crushed for another five hundred years.)

(Talk about a rock and a hard place, and Wukong’s idiot baby-self caught between them doesn’t realize he can’t move).

“We’re not fighting,” Wukong interrupts. Azure’s posture doesn’t change. Through grit teeth, his friendly tone weakens, “we’re not. Fighting.”

Curb your Big Brother Complex, his friends lack of belief is like an arm's worth of pinched nerves. And take the hint. (You take the hint! Wukong wants to shake himself.)

Still, Azure looks the two of them over. Slowly, he smiles the tiniest fraction, relaxing. “Well, as long as that’s so. But we do need you both back at the table.”

“Do you?” He asks with a tinny strain. 

“It’s important.”

“Is it so crucial a strategy that you can’t come back later?!” (Wukong) blurts. Azure sputters, and Macaque’s grip is tighter and moves. “Just - for five minutes, I’m not asking for - I am so close to--” 

Wait. 

Nothing went sideways.

This was what happened.

(He didn’t kiss Macaque)

(He doesn’t need to kiss Macaque)

“--Damnit,” (Wukong) seethes, touching his head to the stone wall in frustration. “Damnit, damnit, just--”

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“---yeah,” He groans, falling onto the pieces of stone shell. “Yeah, that’s-  Yeah. Sure. Fuck. Damnit.”

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“--we do need you both back at the table.”

“Do you?” He asks with a tinny strain. 

“It’s important.”

“Is it?” Wukong’s voice stretches thinner -  he yelps when the hand in his hair fists, tightly.

“We need to know when to strike,” Azure, ever diligent, pushes this point.

[That is in fact it, I cut this early.]

#my writing #shadowpeach #lego monkie kid #kego monkie kid season 4 spoilers #lmk s4 spoilers #lmk s4 #doc dump #dump doc

[iamnoprogram]

>Muse Info

>Sam Flynn

Gender: Female (Trans MTF)

Pronouns: she/her

Appearance: Short light brown hair and gray-blue eyes. Late Uprising-Post Legacy Era has a large horizontal scar across her left cheek, and a burn mark like scar on her right arm up to her shoulder that is in the patterns of her grid suit’s circuitry. 

>Grid Inventory:

Identity Disc

Custom Lightcycle Baton

Data/Upgrade Drives

>User World Inventory:

Keys (Arcade, Dad’s Motorcycle)

Phone

Switchblade

Occasional Trans Pride pins on jackets

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After her father’s disappearance and the death of her grandparents, Sam goes off to live under the care of Alan and Lora. 

(More info under #about muse tag)

General basis/story for different eras (can alter details for rps):

>Entering The Grid (Tron: Uprising Era): #uprising era Sam

Sam is around 16-18 and had entered The Grid by accident upon finding her father’s computer behind the Tron machine when she snuck off to visit his arcade late one night. She didn’t have much time to freak out though, for as soon as she exited the replica arcade building of The Grid she was spotted and pursued by an Occupation patrol that had come to check out the disturbance of The Portal being opened.

 By pure coincidence, an undercover Tron had been nearby and was able to help her avoid capture, properly syncing a disc to her and getting her the hell out of Occupation territory to his spire in The Outlands where she meets Beck. Since the activation of The Portal The Occupation has increased security around the exit hub, and not having enough resources or members of the Resistance at the time, Tron is unable to get Sam there before it closes, trapping her in The Grid for the time being. 

Determined to make the most of her situation, and inspired by Beck’s drive to fight for his friends and home, Sam decides to buckle down and develop her User abilities and combat skills, training with Beck under Tron. When moving around outside The Spire and around other Programs besides Beck and Tron, Sam usually keeps her helmet on and is undercover, posing as a Program, and will give a fake name when asked.

Sam in this era is still learning how to use her User abilities, and is typically only capable of less taxing feats. She can’t create anything massive or too complex from scratch yet.

>End of Uprising-Legacy Era: #legacy era Sam

Sam is in her late teens/early twenties. A significant battle in Argon occurs near the start of this era where a disc thrown by Dyson shatters her helmet and slashes her cheek, the bleeding wound exposes her as a User. The entire battlefield shifts as suddenly the Occupation forces priorities are redirected to her. Tron orders Beck to get her out, and subsequently ends up getting captured and eventually rectified into Rinzler. 

Sam is shaken and filled with guilt, fully blaming herself for Tron’s rectification. It doesn’t help that now that her User status and name are well known, nearly all the Programs of the Resistance are looking to her to lead, a task for which she is nowhere near mentally equipped to deal with. Luckily, she still has Beck by her side, helping her with the responsibility of leading the Resistance and being a shoulder she could actually lean on for some emotional support, which helps to an extent. But constantly trying to push back and hide her mounting stress causes her patience for those in the Occupation to run dangerously thin.

Sam is more experienced with her User abilities and combat and has found a way to combine both, creating a unique, sometimes unpredictable fighting style. 

Sam at this time has a large scar on her left cheek and a few other scars that her Grid Armor covers up.

>Post Legacy Era: #post legacy Sam

Sam is in her twenties. The Grid is now rebuilding in the aftermath of The Occupation, and Sam is splitting her time (maybe a bit poorly) between helping in The Grid and her life in the User World. She told Alan and Lora everything when she came back from The Grid, and they now help aid her a bit with her Grid responsibilities, though she still feels obligated to take it upon herself to bear the brunt of these responsibilities. She’s either taking college classes online, (at Alan and Lora’s persuasion), interning at ENCOM (also from Alan and Lora’s persuasion), or taking a much needed gap year. Sam’s place of residence is the loft in her Dad’s arcade, having inherited it.

Despite things looking up a bit, Sam isn’t taking a step back to process everything that’s happened to her, instead opting to continue to bottle up her emotions and traumas of fighting in a digital revolution at such a young age. Her social life outside The Grid is also still lacking, and could use some work. 

Sam’s scar on her cheek has faded more, and she wears long sleeves or jackets in The User World to cover up other scars. 

#about muse

[disgracedvessel]

WHAT MAKES A PERSONALITY

A template for analyzing features of a personality beyond listing adjectives.

SELF-CONCEPT

View of Self: A blessing for a doomed people, a hope for a dying dynasty, a mortal god. However, deep below the surface lurks doubt - was he merely a tool in the end, now stripped of all use? View of Others: Objects, insects, means to an end, inferior in all ways. Occasionally, someone strong of character may pique his interest and he will place them a step below himself: a trusted ally to fulfill his desires and serve him at his beck and call. View of World: There is no world beyond his immediate influence. Grannvale is its center, and as its (former) prince, he is to be the ruler of all. There is a strict hierarchy of power to be adhered to, and those who try to climb above their station should be knocked down. There is no good vs evil so much as strong vs weak, and the weak and spineless need someone to guide them. Motivations & Goals: To reclaim that which belongs to him, first by gathering power and influence again, then by staging a coup What they Value Most: Himself

EMOTIONAL REACTIONS

Reaction to Stress: Becomes physically ill. Moderate stress usually manifests as lightheadedness, difficulty focusing, migraines, fevers, and a general malaise. At higher levels, particularly after heavy dark magic use, experiences seizures. Reaction to Fear: Downplays or counters with overconfidence. “Can’t scare me if I scare you more.” Will run if his own life is in danger and chance of survival is slim, but will hold his ground in all other instances. Not foolish or reckless, but hubris is a bitch. Psychological fears usually manifest as recurring nightmares that he can’t shake. Reaction to Success: Loudly calls attention to it nowadays. In the past, success was a given and the ground he walked was worshipped (in some cases, literally), so he was always receiving praise. These days, either no one knows him/cares, or they hate him, but he lives on praise and attention so he forces others to acknowledge him (but also to affirm to himself that he is somebody even without Loptous) Reaction to Failure: Hot and fiery anger. He does not fail, and if he does, it’s not his fault. Whoever is to blame will be swiftly and viciously punished. Stews in this petulance until he can rectify the mistake or until he takes his anger out on something.

DEVELOPMENT

Ideal Self: The god-emperor he was born and raised to be, cherished more than even his father had been during his prime Areas of Growth: Tempering his ego, finding other sources of validation and identity, recognizing people for people and not in terms of how useful they can be to him, emotional maturity, reconciling his conflicting feelings about Loptous, learning to apologize, learning to settle Barriers to Growth: An outrageous ego protecting fragile self-esteem, reactive anger and avoidance, narcissism, grudges toward Seliph and the rest of his family, pride

#headcanons #out of character #// I realized I never filled this out for julius and was itching to write about him #// also I rarely write public hcs these days

[murderbees]

more Tron thoughts

Training new security programs before and after

So, Early Tron, He's just happy. It's safe, and he's fulfilling his purpose, protecting The Grid. The new moniters rezz in, sure they have all the knowledge, the moves, but they don't know anything yet, they don't know HOW to fight. So they train, and the first thing he does, is let them all try to beat him. They all lose of course.

He laughs, and teaches them how to fight. They run through senario after senario, and sometimes he shows off a little. A flip there, a jump here, but the new moniters? They eat it up, they want to do the same, protect, fight, and show off. He's happy to be their model.

Later Tron is more cautious. He's not the only one in charge of security anymore, and he can't tell which ones will get "transferred" to Clu. He teaches the necessities, and the few who stand out get brought into his squads quickly and viciously. He can't keep them all safe, but he tried his best.

Uprising Tron only trains Beck. All his past monitors are derezzed or rectified. He hates how weak he feels, he can't even train Beck one on one, relying on simulation after simulation. He's proud, and Beck learns so quickly, but if Tron could just train him like he used to, it would go faster. Beck wouldn't just survive each encounter, he could win. But Tron is crumbling to his scars, and Beck can't devote all his time to being the Renegade. They make do with half measures and patches.

Rinzler doesn't train anyone, not really. Some other program teaches the rectified to fight, and Clu sends them to him. He doesn't really fight, shows off for Clu, but always, about half are derezzed. The survivors move on, are sent out, the rest are swept off the platform. He doesn't care, not really. Just another fight, another game to play. He always tries to stay and watch the voxels fall into the pits as the janitors clean. Sometimes Clu doesn't let him.

For fun, Clu will make him fight old squad members. Rinzler doesn't know who they are, neither do they. But he figures it out quickly, they move too similarly to him. Clu stops the fight before they get derezzed, usually.

Tronzler hates training. He knows too much, is too fast and too deadly. Easy for him is death to another. He only fights the best, they barely survive. If he could never train them, he would, but The Grid needs it's protection, and he will fulfill his purpose.

#Tron hc #I needed to be sad about him again #I think after everything #He becomes the 'run yourself into the ground' type of person #Eventually someone figures out how much Tronzler hates training and stops it #but it takes a while (and a dozen traumatized programs) #Does he train Sam? Not at all #I think he refuses to even use his disc near the users if possible #Never going to harm one again #On purpose or accident

[hollowsart]

I haven't drawn Beck or Otto in a hot minute. I need to rectify that. immediately. STAT.

#ghostie mumbles #-BITES ONTO THE COUNTERTOP RABIDLY- need to draw my BOYS.

[nskenvs3000w23]

Week 10:- Nature Interpretation’s Role in Environmental Sustainability

It’s wild to think that we have already reached week 10 with the final week of our blog upon us. I remember feeling overwhelmed about the thought of writing nature blogs at the very start of the semester as I have never done anything like this before and on top of that this is my first environmental science course I’ve ever taken. Honestly speaking, I didn’t have a clue what a nature interpretation course would even entail. Looking back, the opportunity to create a nature blog in this manner was such a cool alternative to the boring old Courselink discussion board posts and replies. Not only that, sharing my thoughts freely every week and getting to hear all of your opinions has been my favourite part of my week for the last 10 weeks!

On my very first blog post, I wrote about being a city girl at heart, having spent much of my childhood in downtown Toronto. I even mentioned that I believed my view on nature was skewed due to the lack thereof where I grew up. After the last 10 weeks I came to realize that though I may not be in tune with nature as much as some of you may be, my unique interpretation and admiration of nature is still valid and rooted in the experiences I had in the concrete jungle of downtown Toronto.

Downtown Toronto, Ontario. Taken August 25th, 2022.

Over the last few months, as I learned more about nature interpretation and what it means to effectively interpret, I have developed many personal ethics which have guided me throughout this process.

First and foremost is the belief that it is my responsibility to teach those around me about nature and the natural world while also motivating and inspiring them to interpret their world as well. As we’ve learned from the start of the semester, interpretation has many benefits to society as it provides educational, recreational, and inspirational experiences which promote a healthy and informed community (Beck et al., 2018). For me, the responsibility to inspire my friends, family, classmates, and other community members isn’t something I take lightly. I believe that inspiring those around you is something so special, especially when inspiring those to love and cherish the beautiful world we live in. We all have such different ideas of nature and such different memories in nature, so sharing all our knowledge in an open and honest way is so important.

Key West, Florida. Taken December 22nd, 2022.

Another factor of ethics that is extremely important to me as a developing nature interpreter is the responsibility for everyone to take care of the planet we live in. As I’ve gotten older and had more opportunities to travel, I can say without a doubt that the world around us is absolutely gorgeous and its our duty to protect it and make smart decisions. I’m sure we all know what we are supposed to do to keep this planet the way we know and love, but it seems we aren’t taking the responsibility to do so. Climate change is a real problem, and it is time we work together to make a change. NASA describes climate change as human-caused global warming that is ongoing and only getting worse (NASA, 2022). NASA’s Global Climate Change data demonstrates that since the industrial revolution in the 18th century, there has been a 50% rise in atmospheric carbon dioxide and a global rise in surface temperature of 1.1 degrees Celcius (NASA, 2022). On top of this, Arctic sea ice is melting at the alarming rate of 13% per decade, while ice sheets have melted by 151 billion metric tons per year since 2002 (NASA, 2022). It is so upsetting to think about how much our beautiful world is changing for the worse, but it is important for us as humans to know the consequences of our actions. For this reason, I believe it’s crucial for nature interpreters, like me, to not only interpret and share the beauties of the world but also stress the importance of rectifying the damage we have inflicted on our planet.

The way I see it, if we don’t take matters into our own hands and start pushing for change, nature interpreters and civilians alike won’t have anything to interpret and admire. For this reason, I wanted to remind everyone of a few quick changes we can make in our everyday lives which will make a big difference.

1) Take shorter showers to conserve water! I love taking long hot showers after stressful days, but I have taken the initiative to try cutting down my showers by at least 5 minutes a day. 2) Use a reusable water bottle to cut down on single use plastics! Though it can be convenient at times to grab a plastic water bottle that you can dispose of at any time, using a reusable water bottle not only saves money but saves the planet too! 3) Carpool whenever possible to reduce your carbon emission! Don’t get me wrong, I love driving alone because I can jam out in the car and not have to worry about anyone hearing, but my friends and I have vowed to always try to take as few cars as necessary whenever we hangout.

Lake Louise, Alberta. Taken October 18th 2022.

Overall, I believe responsibility is the biggest personal ethic I have developed as a nature interpreter. In my opinion, we as interpreters and as humans are responsible to experience the amazing world around us and share it with as many people as possible. Think about it, where do you want to travel? Iceland? Thailand? Why do you want to go there? Often times we choose the places we want to visit or travel to next because of the word of mouth. Similarly, the word of mouth, or the sharing of our experiences in nature with others sparks curiosity and admiration. However, I believe our responsibility to the planet doesn’t stop there. I also believe that we are responsible to look after our planet and resolve as much of the hurt we have caused as possible.

Cheers everyone! :)

References

Beck, L., Cable, T. T., & Knudson, D. M. (2018). Interpreting Cultural and Natural Heritage for a Better World. Sagamore Venture.

NASA. (2022). Climate Change: Vital signs of the planet. NASA. Retrieved March 26, 2023, from https://climate.nasa.gov/

[solar-siren]

Angstpril Day Fourteen: Cruelty

The first time he sees her, Tron thinks he’s imagining things. He is an older program after all. And his injuries may be healed, but having your code tampered with by a rectifier doesn’t exactly do wonders for your memory. 

So when he sees Yori running across the rooftops in the distance, he stares, but says nothing.

It’s a glitch. It’s wishful thinking. There have been no sightings of her since the coup, and that was almost 100 cycles ago. Even Able stopped searching for her long ago. 

Next to him Beck looks up, following his gaze to the program in the distance. 

“Uh, who is that?” he asks. 

And then, as if in response, an explosion rocks the Grid below. Tron stalls long enough for the pieces to click into place.

Then he runs.

[Hey!] Beck shouts after him. [Where are you going?]

[Saying hello to our new friend,] Tron shoots back, vaulting over a gap between buildings. [Take advantage of the distraction she created. Get moving.] 

He closes the channel before the Renegade can say anything else. He can’t afford distractions now. They can’t come  this close  only to miss each other. Not after all this time.

Tron should be able to reopen the comms channel he and Yori shared once they’re close enough, but none of his attempts succeed. None of his pings reach her. Calling her aloud would draw too much attention—put them both in danger—with so many soldiers below. 

She’s not exactly an easy target to pursue. She’s quick, graceful and lithe as she flees from the chaos she’s created. Eventually he changes tactics. Instead of pursuing her, he blocks the route ahead. 

When she sees him she stops dead in her tracks. For a moment she’s there, standing before him, real and beautiful–

And then he realizes this isn’t Yori.

The suit is a perfect imitation, but her stature is off. Up close he can read the difference in her movements, her body language. Her posture is tense—almost angry. There is a coldness to this program Yori never directed at him.

His systems flood with anger and grief. He should have known better, shouldn’t have gotten his hopes up so quickly. How could he have been tricked so easily? Are his memories of her truly that diminished?

And who in Alan-One’s name does this program think she is to impersonate his counterpart?

Tron glares daggers at her beneath his mask, prowling closer. She stands her ground, though some of the confidence bleeds from her stance as he growls.

“What  are you doing?”

#angstpril2023 #tron #tron uprising #fanfiction #day14 #cruelty #beck #ren writes

[bloodstone-knife]

How dare you not be available to serve at my feet, do you understand what I had to do while you were gone? I had to get myself off, like some sort of peasant who doesn’t have concubines at his beck and call. I can understand being a little short-staffed, these things do happen, but honestly dear. I had to open my own lubricant bottle. I had to pull my own pants down, and run fingers over myself in an absolutely doomed attempt at teasing because I already know what I’m going to do. Can you imagine how unsatisfying it is, making my own breath shake without you there to watch me? Can you imagine how utterly worthless it was to try to stretch myself open without your needy whimpering by my bed? I want to be fucked, not engage in manual fucking labor.

But now you’re here.

Now you’re here, and I’m here, and I have to find some way to rectify this mess. To prove how essential you are, as necessary a part of my toybox as condoms and water bottles. You’re mine, my toy, my most beautiful and priceless jewel, and I expect to be able to use you as I see fit. If you’re not here..... well. Perhaps I could punish you by showing you what you’re missing? I recorded myself because someone needed to appreciate the way I sound when I come.

Take the headphones, take your pants off, and make us some tea. If I see you touching yourself without permission I’ll make you pay dearly. You’re going to listen to fifteen minutes of me moaning in your ear while I watch your pretty little ass in my kitchen, and maybe- maybe- if you’re good, I’ll let you sit down on my cock afterwards. Understood?

There’s my good boy....

Let me squeeze your ass once, kiss your forehead before you go. Welcome home. <3

Get to it.

#dove coos #nsft