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biomecharnotaurus · 21 days
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The choir of this dead cathedral calls my name.
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empresskadia · 1 month
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Alright m’dears, I’ve finished Halo: Fall of Reach and officially started Halo: Silent Strike, so prepare for spoilers.
Spoilers ahead
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First, had no idea Silent Strike was Fred’s point of view, I’m kicking my feet, I’m so excited. I’m only 2 chapters in and Fred’s so precious, he’s just a nervous big little guy that will get the job done. And Kelly, I swear she’s always ready to throw hands, 10/10.
Now, for Fall of Reach, buckle up, it’s a ride.
I won’t lie, it took me a good 4-5 days to read, I had a hard time getting into it. It was good, I loved the development of lore but it wasn’t keeping me on the edge of my seat till the end. Halsey was such an interesting character to read and seeing the way Cortana was later questioning the things her creator did was fascinating. Especially with the Spartan program, like it’s messed up but it did what Halsey said it was going to do. I love the way it explored moral wrong decisions vs the choice that had to be made. Halsey cares for her Spartans but they were made to die for humanity, so does that make her a monster? Or someone with a duty to complete? I can’t remember who said it in the book but they said something among the lines “someone who didn’t care for them, could’ve been in charge of the project instead of you.” I have thoughts about Halsey that go back and forth.
Sam’s death was sad, like I’m still upset about it. I understand why they killed him off but man, come on. The fact that John couldn’t look back or else he would’ve stayed to die with Sam made me close the book and let out a long sigh, I was so sad for them. But also a huge character development for John and Kelly, I never see anyone talking about Kelly’s character development after this. Personally, I feel like this is why Kelly’s always the first to volunteer, why she’s always thinking so fast and reacting before she fully thinks through some of her actions. I will revise this once I finish Halo: Ghosts of Onyx.
The Keyes loop was interesting and smart as hell but after that I didn’t really care, I loved Keyes in the game and the beginning of the book, but I found him a little boring later. Like where’s Miranda? What about Halsey and Keyes’ love affair? The drama? The tea? Where is it? Like seriously, they got a kid together and nothing, I thought that was weird.
AND LINDA’S DEAD??? I’m sorry, what? I know she lives but I wasn’t really ready for it, I had to close my book and walk away. I did infact shout and hit my coworker with the book in disbelief when it happened. And poor John thinks he’s the only one left, this man’s going through it. Also hate the way James died, that was awful.
I have more thoughts that I can’t remember and will do a reread later with annotations, so there will be a part two when I finish reading all the books. A year later lol.
Thanks for joining my Ted Talk.
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helix-studios117 · 1 month
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Samuel-034 (2528 - 2542)
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@ionlymadethissoicouldleaveanask. @biomecharnotaurus, @makowrites, @authortobenamedlater, @mrtobenamedlater, @killer-orca-cosplay.
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saturdaynightsky · 1 year
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Wait. Samuel 034 is canonically the password sibling
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owomonsterwrites · 1 year
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i am cringe but i am free
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lindas-scope · 1 year
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I have Blue teams Zodiac signs, half of them are Pisces 😂
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doom-dreaming · 6 months
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YO HOW DID I NEVER NOTICE THE LITTLE RABBIT. SHUT THE FUCK UP THATS SO CUTE
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i have looked at this cover so many times and NEVER noticed that
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halobirthdays · 9 months
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Happy birthday to Spartan Samuel-034!
Today is his -488th birthday!
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Sam was born on Harvest and identified by Dr. Catherine Halsey as an ideal candidate for the SPARTAN-II program. Like the other candidates, he was kidnapped and brought to Reach for training and augmentation. Early in his training, he was paired up with John-117 and Kelly-087. They failed their first training exercise due to John running ahead of them and leaving them behind. They learned a lesson in teamwork and Sam asked to be friends, becoming the formative iteration of Blue Team. After augmentation, Sam emerged as the tallest and strongest of the SPARTAN-IIs.
On Eridanus Secundus, Blue Team grew, this time with the addition of Fred-104 and Linda-058. It was their first mission together and a success, but things would quickly change.
After the Covenant attack on Harvest--Sam's homeworld--the UNSC changed the priority of the SPARTAN program from Insurrectionists to the alien threat. The Spartans were debriefed and sent to retrieve their MJOLNIR armor on the Commonwealth immediately. However, the frigate was attacked by the Covenant, and Blue Team responded after donning their armor. Their plan was to plant Anvil missiles in the ship's engine room and detonate them, destroying the ship and its passengers.
There, they encountered their first Covenant combatants ever-- Kig-Yar soliders. A Kig-Yar fired a plasma bolt into Sam's armor as he attempted to protect John, breaching his vacuum suit. Realizing that Sam would not be able to retreat into space with the rupture in his suit, John ordered him to stay and defend the engine room. He remained, killing many Kig-Yar single-handedly before the ship exploded.
Sam's death devastated his team and the rest of the SPARTAN-IIs, marking the first death since augmentations. For Kelly, his death was a sobering reminder that the Spartans, while the best the UNSC had to offer, were not invincible. For John, it served as proof that the Covenant could be killed, although he blames himself for Sam's demise.
Years later, Blue Team still carries Sam's memory with them, and John would go on to use his name and number as the passwords to the Weapon's deletion routine, demonstrating that over three decades later, John's first friend is still fresh on his mind.
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violetscoundrel · 16 days
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So I've been reading the Fall of Reach and honestly? Sam deserved a better death than plasma hole in suit, can't go into the vacuum of space, let me die a hero then.
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Spartan Teen Days XIV
Kelly-087: Do you think John's ok? Sam-034: I mean, he's Sick today, so he's- Kelly-087: (quickly) Maybe we could bring him some soup. I mean, what if he has a fever? We could drop off some blankets. Do you think he likes blankets? Sam-034: (gasp) You Like him. Kelly-087: (blushes) No! I mean, I (stammers) I...I like him... Sam-034: (smirks) Yeah, you do. Kelly-087: (scoffs) I meant professionally, Sam! I don't like-like him. Sam-034: Oh, Then text him. Kelly-087: I don't have his Chatter number. (vibration and Ring is heard) Sam-034: Now you do. Kelly-087: (looks at Chatter) I-I can't...Did you add hearts to his Contact name?
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bloodgulchblog · 2 years
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Bro, here is your chance to sell me on blue team. Halo 5 was a shitty introduction to them.
Alright. Alright. Since you asked... :3c
Things to know about Blue Team:
"Blue Team" refers to John, Fred, Kelly, and Linda. (And Sam before he died and, for a little while, Kurt, but I'm not here to talk about him.) Blue Team being a set group is kind of a lategame thing because the S-IIs divided themselves up into color-based teams (Red and Green are also reused a lot, Grey Team and Black Team generally had fixed members tho) depending on how they needed to split up for whatever they were doing, but Blue is always the one John is leading personally. Blue Team as we know it is.... kind of a result of how John's team is one of the few groups of S-IIs left alive. 8,)
The first members of Blue Team (besides John, obviously) we're introduced to are Kelly-087 and Samuel-034, and this is on day one of Spartan training. The kids are split into teams and told they need to find their way through a jungle gym obstacle course, and the last team to make it through doesn't get dinner.
John is grouped with Kelly and Sam. John, age 6, was a cocky little shit and a playground bully. He takes off on his own and is the first to ring the bell, leaving Kelly and Sam to struggle along and come in last, which means they're the last team to finish. John sulks about this and studiously avoids Kelly and Sam until they have to do the same exercise again the next day.
It's a good little scene so I'll share it because I care about it.
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Sam was strong, self-assured, and became John's usual second-in-command as John increasingly took on leadership roles. He was notably the tallest of them all.
Kelly was smart-mouthed and lightning fast, frequently scouting or acting as bait to draw out adversaries in training exercises. They called this job being the team's "rabbit" and there's a rabbit painted on Kelly's armor in some renditions of her, which is a fun detail.
The latter two members of Blue Team are Fred-104 and Linda-058.
I'll let Nylund introduce Blue Team as they were in John's eyes before their first op, not long after augmentation and not long before the introduction of MJOLNIR armor.
This is, of course, far more than Halo 5 bothered to give you:
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Fred-104 I've been talking about a lot lately but: latent leadership potential, higher empathy than average for a Spartan-II, good with knives (as established).
Linda-058 is probably the least developed of the team, if I'm honest, and part of that is because she's quiet and focused and is probably the one that participates the least in Spartan Humor (TM). I think the cutest detail we have about her is that Spartan-IIs really are not much for awards and medals, and the only ones Linda prizes are the ones she's earned in target shooting competitions. (There's also a short comic series about Linda on a mission alone, but I haven't read it yet.)
"Okay, but what happened to Sam, isn't he dead or something?" you may ask. Yes, yes is the answer. While there were Spartan deaths in augmentation, Sam was the first one to die in the field.
Right after the young Spartans were first issued MJOLNIR, they were sent to take out a small Covenant ship. John, Kelly, and Sam made it on board and were working on blowing the thing up.
They succeeded, but something went wrong.
Welcome to one of the foundational traumatic experiences of John's life.
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The Spartans were 14 when this happened.
Over the intervening years, Fred ended up taking Sam's old right-hand job.
The next emotionally significant material we get for Blue Team is, naturally, during the fall of Reach. All of the Spartan-IIs that are able to return to Reach are on deck for it. Most of them need to go into the ground fighting, but there's a ship parked in orbit with an unsecured navigation database that needs to be scrubbed and the Spartans also need to deal with that. John takes Linda and a third Spartan (James-005, who is mostly notable for having lost an arm at some point) and designates the three of them as Blue Team for the space op, because it's more dangerous. Fred takes the rest of the Spartans (Red Team) groundside.
All of them would rather go to space though.
(These bits from Fred are from First Strike, where it flashes back to the start of this mess so we can follow Red Team through it.)
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Also, here's a good bit with Fred's nerves getting to him and Kelly being supportive. Important To Me.
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Insertion gets befuckened and the groundside team ends up having to free fall a long way in just their armor, just about everyone is injured and four die straight up on impact.
Shit goes bad in space, too: James is knocked off into open space and cannot be recovered, and Linda is killed. Literally, Linda is killed. She's clinically dead. John manages to shove her in cryo fast enough there's a slim chance for her if she can get immediate medical help on thaw, but the odds for that are long.
Linda is, extremely technically, there in the first Halo. She's just unseen in a cryo pod for the whole thing. The novel that bridges Halo 1 and Halo 2, First Strike, has John manage to find and recover her cryo pod in an incredible stroke of luck at the very start. John has a lot of Big Emotions about the other Spartan-IIs in First Strike because he has every reason to believe he might be the only one left alive.
First Strike is great because there's a lot of John worrying about his team, desperately wanting a chance to get back to Reach and find out what happened to them, and his relief when they do manage to find some surviving Spartans that got out of that mess alive is great. (And, because they recovered Halsey too, they have a doctor in the house who can stabilize Linda.)
This quiet little moment of the Spartans together is actually one of my favorites in all of Halo. John loves them so much but is also isolated from them, and it just makes my heart hurt. (Also this scene touches on the "does John sacrifice Johnson by letting ONI know that Johnson was rejected by the Flood" subplot which is another important John thing in First Strike, but that's not what this post is about.)
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(Also in relation to my complaining about how Troy Denning makes Fred a funnyman: hey, look, the Spartans do bullshit around with each other a little! They're very close! It's just... not the way Troy Denning does it at all.)
John is separated from his team again back on Earth because, you know, the attack on Earth is maximum chaos time and they end up fighting elsewhere. Also, Halsey stole Kelly and fucked off in the direction of Onyx with her, but that's a whole chunk of a whole book.
By the time the battle at the Ark happens, every other Spartan we see in these bits except for John, Fred, Kelly, and Linda is dead. (They're not the only Spartan-IIs left, I forget how many canonical surviving Spartan-IIs we have at that point, but the number is still tiny.)
I was glad to see Blue Team in Halo 5, but also it didn't really do anything to establish who these characters are for the audience besides including some brief dossiers on the Halo Waypoint website.
So, that's Blue Team. I care about them. ;;
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biomecharnotaurus · 2 months
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Adult Sam and ODST John AGAIN
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modern-inheritance · 1 year
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MIC Squaddies Profile: Samuel Wickie
Nickname(s): Sam, Wicks
Race/Ethnicity/Nationality: Human, Surdan
Gender/Age: Male, 22 (on first meeting)
Place of Birth: Forlis, a small town on the shores of Tüdosten Lake, northwest of Petrøvya
Height: 6’5”
Body Type: Tall and muscular
Eyes: Light green
Hair: Sandy blond
Specialty: Navigation, terrain reading, strength 
Samuel Wickie, more commonly known among his friends and the squad as Sam or Wicks, is a young man from the Surdan lakeside town of Forlis. Towering over his teammates and cutting an imposing, muscular figure for such a height, most outside his social circle give him a wide berth. Sam is, however, one of the softest of the Special Tactics and Recon Wolfcats, clinging to his youthful outlook and always first to smile.
Sam was chosen for the Wolfcats for his uncanny navigation abilities, as well as his physical strength. Growing up on the shores of Tüdosten Lake, Sam spent his childhood illegally crossing over into Alagaësia to trade with other settlements across the lake. Whenever a route would be pinned down by Broddring soldiers, Sam would be the first to find a new one, over land or through the water. Maps were dangerous, as they could be easily seized by the patrolling soldiers, so Sam learned to read and memorize terrain.
His routes required him to carry whatever he wanted to barter with, and he never turned down requests from the villagers on either side of the border. Sam never viewed the people of Alagaësia as an enemy, only the soldiers, and preferred to help his fellow man rather than fight. As Galbatorix began cracking down on Surda’s encroaching border, however, Sam found himself in the position of being hunted by emboldened Broddring patrols. To save his family and in hopes of getting official Varden and Surdan support for Forlis, Sam joined the Varden as a recruit and has been with the Wolfcats ever since.
Sam is close with Caleb, the two young men thoroughly enjoying each other’s complimenting lighthearted personalities. Sam does his best to keep Caleb as young as possible, feeling responsible for him like an older brother, and won’t hesitate to put his foot down regarding Caleb’s safety. His feelings are understandable when looking to his family’s past: at only 14, Sam’s younger brother Malcom drowned while evading a Broddring patrol on the lake. Against his brother’s orders, Malcom had been attempting to take over his brother’s duties while Sam was ill, and had never crossed the lake alone before. Sam, though quick to smile and of sunny disposition, never quite forgave himself for the loss.
Like most people of Forlis, Sam wears a beaded braid in his hair, with each bead representing a feat of strength, cunning, agility, or bravery. Sam has four beads, two for feats of strength he performed while helping villagers, one for cunning after his years of dodging Broddring patrols, and one for his bravery for joining the Varden.  
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17-goingunder · 2 months
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Queuing to get into Syndicate was no joke and as you entered your tenth minute of being stood in it with absolutely no movement or progress, you started to realise that maybe this was a bad idea. It gave you more time to think about the things that could possibly go wrong, including what you would actually do if you saw Sam. After your conversation with Liam a few days earlier, you couldn't tell if you were more scared of Sam or just plain furious with him. Maybe a mixture of both but your jealousy had dragged you to Syndicate on your own in the red dress you wore on the night met Sam and a pair of Stella's heels that you hadn't given back to her from the last time you borrowed them. You knew Sam would lose it when he saw you but the sadist in you wanted to rile him up so you could shoot him right back down. You wanted him to know how badly he fucked up.
You sighed impatiently, giving yourself an internal pep talk as you considered whether skipping the queue to tell the bouncers to let you in was a good idea. Any other night, you would have never in a million years but you downed some liquid courage before you left your flat that was silently egging you on.
"Fuck it," you murmured under your breath after another bitterly cold five minutes as you stepped out of the queue, talking long strides towards the bouncers at the entrance.
"We ain't gan let yer in just 'cause your tits are oot, sweetheart, no point trying," one of the bouncers grunted, puffing out his chest to appear more intimidating but it only served to irritate you. You were fed up with men trying to assert their dominance and all you wanted to do was jab your heel forcefully into his foot but instead, your bashfulness replaced your anger and you found your cheeks heating with embarrassment. You had to stop yourself from adjusting the bust of your dress, not wanting to draw any more attention to your cleavage.
"I know Sam, I—"
"Sleeping with Sam Fender doesn't get yer in, pet," another bouncer snorted, effectively cutting you off.
"The place'd reach capacity before we let anyone else in," the first chuckled.
"I'm his girlfriend!" you protested, earning an amused laugh from the pair.
"Sam Fender doesn't do relationships, sweetheart," the first bouncer laughed, snickering at his colleague.
"I'm not lying," you flushed, feeling your cheeks heat with embarrassment.
"Next you're gan tell me you're mates with the Curtis'," he retorted with a smirk.
His words were beginning to rile you up and even knowing you should bite your tongue, you couldn't. You felt like you had something to prove. "Heidi's a friend," you frowned. "Her, Mia and Margot-"
"Yer shoulda just stuck with being Sam's girlfriend," he interjected in amusement. "That's more believable than making friends with Mia Cooper."
"I dunno what you want me to say, we're friends," you told him, folding your arms across your chest. It was an exaggeration considering you and the girls weren't on speaking terms at the moment and your relationship with Sam had disintegrated into nothingness but you were determined to wipe the smirks from their faces. It wasn't working though because word of mouth wasn't enough to convince the burly men, who seemed like they heard such stories nightly.
"Aye, alreet, lass," the second bouncer chuckled. "You're gan have to wait in line like everyone else. That or yer could just give your boyfriend a text, tell him to come down and get yer. He is only upstairs."
"I can't," you flushed. "He doesn't know I'm here."
"You're really convincing us on this relationship, pet," the first taunted, biting down a smirk as he glanced over at his friend.
"Y/N!"
Your head whirled around so fast you thought you had given yourself whiplash, the voice a familiar comfort. Relief washed over you and you didn't think you had ever been more grateful for him to appear out of the blue.
"Joe," you smiled, letting the older man pull you into a hug.
"You know her, sir?" the first bouncer asked nervously as part of your made-up stories weren't so made up anymore. You could only imagine his anxiety. They had brushed you off as someone exaggerating a one-night stand with one of the most feared men in the north to gain entry into his club, not envisioning that you might be far more than that. You couldn't exactly blame them either, you really hadn't sold your relationship but it didn't mean it didn't irritate you.
"Aye, Sam's lass, this," he grinned, resting a hand on your back protectively.
"She wasn't lying?" the second swallowed thickly, his eyes flitting over to his colleague. "And she's friends with the girls?"
"Why would she be lying?" he frowned, giving them a hard stare that would have the most courageous of people shrinking into themselves. It sent a shiver down your spine. You hadn't seen the more sinister side of Joe. If anyone had asked you a couple of weeks ago, you would have said with the utmost confidence that side didn't exist but knowing he worked for Sam and what he did had you reevaluating the whole thing.
"Er, we get a lot of lasses that try an' get in the same way," he gulped. "M'sorry, lass, I didn't realise-"
"It's fine," you replied shortly, averting your gaze to the cigarette stubs that littered the floor.
"Reet," Joe trailed, gesturing with his head for the duo to move to let you pass. They immediately stepped to the side, avoiding looking at the two of you as you entered the loud club, letting Joe guide you. "Are yer alreet, lass? They didn't say owt to yer, did they?"
"I'm fine, it was nothing," you assured him, fiddling with the hem of your dress. "Thanks, Joe."
"Why didn't yer phone Sam to come get yer?" he frowned, catching you by the crook of your elbow to stop you and turn you to face him.
"Uh, Sam doesn't know I'm here," you admitted.
"Oh," he replied. "Who are yer here with? I canna imagine Heidi, Maggie or Mia would have left yer to get in on your own knowing what they're like on the doors."
"I'm out with some other friends," you lied effortlessly. You felt guilty but you knew he would run back to Sam with the information and that was the last thing you wanted. At least for now anyway. "I told them to go on ahead, I had to call my dad."
"Where are they?" he wondered, searching around for the girls he didn't even know.
"In the toilets, I'm gonna go meet them now," you told him, pointing over your shoulder to the ladies.
"Hmm," he hummed suspiciously but he didn't question it further. "Alreet. If yer need owt, yer come find me, okay? I'll be around."
"Thank you, Joe," you smiled, feeling the guilt building in the pit of your stomach. Did he know you and Sam had effectively broken up? Did he know you had found out about their illicit business? Did he know you were lying to him about being here with anyone? If he did, he didn't mention anything, watching you make a beeline for the ladies' toilets. You just hoped he wouldn't be there when you exited as you would not be with your friends when you left.
You spun on your heel, not daring to look back at Joe as you slipped into the ladies' toilets. With your head down, you immediately found occupation in one of the free stalls, using the privacy to compose yourself. Your heart was racing and your thoughts were flying. You hadn't anticipated anything past this point because you thought it was futile. When you inevitably came face to face with Sam, any semblance of a plan would dissipate from your brain and you would act purely out of instinct. You just didn't know how it would work out.
You were angry. Hurt. Annoyed. Confused. Mixing that all with alcohol and a busy club filled with beautiful girls vying for Sam's attention was a recipe for disaster. Though not every girl was there to compete for a spot in his bed that night, it didn't mean you weren't sizing them up as though they were, comparing yourself to them in every way. Were they skinnier than you? More shapely? Did they have bigger breasts than you? Were they prettier? More experienced? Better in bed?
"Are yer alreet in there, lass?" a feminine voice called through the door, rapping on it lightly. "Ya've been in there a while."
"I'm fine," you assured her, readjusting the bag on your shoulder and taking a deep breath before you opened the door. You sent the girl a shy smile but squeezed past her to get to the sink.
You leaned forward, checking your carefully applied makeup in the mirror for any blemishes. You were in no way a makeup artist and before you met Sam, you had never used anything other than mascara and some concealer but he had bought you a bunch of expensive products when he took you shopping a couple of months back and you knew he liked it when you dolled yourself up for him, even better if you topped it off with a red lipstick. You felt like a new woman, the thought of riling him up spurring you on. You almost hoped he would flip, spark his jealousy only for you to shut him down with a sharp 'I don't belong to you, especially not now'. In your head, you justified it as seeing how far he was willing to take things and whether his anger would overpower his need to make things up to you. Not that you knew what side you wanted to make an appearance. You were fighting with yourself internally - the shy, conservative girl you were before you met Sam wanted him to beg for your forgiveness whereas the sex-starved girl he created by corrupting your shyness wanted to anger him enough to bring out his dark side and you hated the fact. You hated the way you still wanted him. You were addicted and seeing and hearing other girls fawning over him had helped you realise that.
With a quick pep talk, you turned on your heel and slipped out of the toilets, scanning the crowded room for the sole object of your thoughts for the last few weeks. It took a little longer than you were anticipating but you found him sitting in a secluded booth in the corner of the room. You could feel your burning jealousy upon seeing the girls that flocked around him but he didn't seem the least bit interested, which eased you a little. You didn't know what they were saying, so you couldn't tell if he was turning them away though the pouts on their faces were telling enough, watching as they moved onto the men surrounding your ex. The thought gave you a small sense of pride, so with a smile you headed off to the bar, eager to extend your buzz.
"What can I get for ya, pet?" the bartender asked, ignoring the queue of people already waiting much to your surprise.
"Can I get a double vodka lemonade please?" you asked politely, grabbing your card from your bag.
"It's on the house," she assured you as she began preparing your drink skilfully.
"Don't be silly," you protested but she was having none of it, sliding your drink across to you.
"Orders from higher up," she told you. Your blood ran cold and your head whirled around in Sam's direction but he still had not noticed you, in deep conversation with someone sitting across from him.
"Thanks," you muttered more scathingly than you hoped to come across, taking the drink and a straw and slipping away from the bar into the crowd. You hadn't found the confidence to confront Sam yet and certainly not whilst he was surrounded by henchmen and girls that rivalled the looks of supermodels, deciding instead to hide away in the crowd and enjoy yourself before the drama ensued.
You felt slightly awkward on your own, eyes darting around as you were pushed in every direction. It was nothing like being out with Heidi, Margot and Mia. You felt safe when you were out of them and although you knew no harm would come to you in the club, its crowdedness had you feeling uneasy and turning to your drink to settle it.
After a song or two, you felt yourself easing into the music, swaying to the beat. You had luckily avoided any unwarranted interaction but it didn't mean you hadn't earned attention from those around you. Your peace was suspicious but you supposed that the crowd would obscure you from Sam's vision and part of you was glad of the fact. You almost chickened out and fled the club at one point, deciding you did not want to confront Sam anymore but that choice was ripped from you. You knew he was behind you before you turned around, the overwhelming scent of his aftershave making your knees wobble.
"Let's go, little lamb," he spoke firmly, his hand hovering over your hip, almost too scared to touch you.
"No," you told him, not bothering to turn to face him.
"I just wanna talk," he murmured in your ear.
You wrapped your lips around your straw and finished your drink, shoving the empty glass into his chest harshly and storming away. It was a task in your heels but you couldn't help but sway your hips as you stalked off, drawing Sam's attention to the length of your dress.
"You look absolutely gorgeous by the way, Principessa," he told you, setting your glass down on the side and guiding you to a less crowded space. "Being away from me is doing yer well I see."
"Don't do that," you fumed, spurred on by your blood alcohol. "Don't guilt trip me."
"Why are you here?" he asked sharply, ignoring your remark.
"What? I'm not allowed to go out?" you retorted, folding your arms across your chest.
"I don't like you being oot on your own," he corrected you, eyebrows drawing into a crease. "I like to know you're safe."
"Why don't you ask whoever you've got watching me?" you sneered.
"Alreet, I deserved that," he sighed, dropping his gaze. "Can yer blame us? Knowing what I do now? It's dangerous."
"You could have left me alone!" you hissed, tears gathering in the corners of your eyes. You stared at him with fury, watching as he wilted at the suggestion. "Why are you here, Sam? You claim you're sorry but you've got girls all over you!"
"And I've turned down every single one of 'em," he assured you, reaching forward to grab your hand, half-expecting you to drop it but you held your tongue. "I'm only here 'cause I've got business to do, unfortunately, this is the place I usually do it."
"How can I trust you?" you cried.
"I know I kept all o' this from you but I've been honest with yer about everything else," he sighed, brushing his thumb over your knuckles. "I'll spend the rest of my life making it up to you if yer let me."
"But it's not just about trust, Sam," you sniffed. "What you do... you scare me."
"There's nowt I can do to help that, little lamb, if there was, I'd do it in a heartbeat," he told you. "But yer can trust me when I say I would never hurt you. Ever."
"It's not me I'm worried about you hurting," you swallowed thickly. "I'm sorry, I can't..."
"How're yer getting home?" he blurted, tightening his grip on your hand as you turned to leave.
"I... I dunno." You shrugged. "It's not far—"
"Absolutely not," he snapped. "It don't have to be me but let one of wor take ya home. Over my dead body am I gan let yer walk home by yourself."
"Y/N, what the fuck?"
Stella.
"In the middle of sommat by here, sweetheart," Sam retorted harshly.
"Stella, now's really not a good time," you told her nervously, worried she would say something that would anger Sam and land herself in a situation she couldn't get out of.
"Aye, well, we need to talk," she snipped, curling her fingers around your upper arm and digging her nails into your skin. You winced but didn't try to wrangle your arm free, following her as she dragged you away but Sam was having none of it, catching her wrist and yanking her back harshly. Her eyes widened with fear and she instinctively let go of you, a light whimper escaping her painted lips as she came almost nose to nose with the mob boss.
"Put your hands on wor lass again and I will make sure yer never use 'em again," he snarled. His voice was low, sending shivers down your spine. The perverted part of you found a smither of arousal in the act, revelling in seeing your flatmate being put in her place for once but you knew you would have to dig her out of this one.
"L-lass?" she stammered, her wild eyes dating over to you for confirmation but you bypassed the acknowledgement.
"Sam, let her go," you told him firmly, watching him with a soft frown. This is exactly what you meant and the fact he couldn't see was infuriating. His gaze found yours, his jaw tight and his top lip curled into a snarl but you could see his eyes soften subtly. Anyone else wouldn't have noticed it but they didn't know the Sam you did.
"Lamb," he frowned.
"Let her go," you repeated, sending him your best pleading eyes. "I just wanna go home, will you take me?"
"Don't let me hear your name again," he sneered in her ear before letting her go, sidestepping her to get to you. "Ceemon, little lamb."
You let his hand rest against the small of your back as he led you out of the club. You shivered as the January air hit you, somehow colder than it was when it was snowing in December but Sam was quick to combat it, resting his suit jacket over your shoulders, which you pulled around you tighter. It shocked the don, who half-expected you to shrug it back off but he remained quiet, unlocking the Jaguar and pulling the passenger door open for you. You slipped inside, waiting as he rounded the car and got in before you spoke.
"This doesn't mean we're okay," you told him firmly.
"It's a step in the right direction though and I'm good with that," he replied softly as he pulled off.
"What if we never go back to how it was?" you asked after a few beats. Your intoxication had enhanced your emotions and you could feel the tears gathering in your eyes. "Sam, I..."
"I know, darlin'," he sighed. "If I could go back and do it differently, I would. I'm sorry."
"Why did you have to make me fall in love with you?" you cried, causing Sam's entire body to seize up.
"W-what?" he choked, daring to glance over in your direction with wide eyes.
"I love you, Sam," you sniffed. "I love you and I shouldn't."
"Little lamb," he pleaded softly.
"I don't wanna hear it," you wept, reaching up to wipe the tears that had fallen. The sight was pitiful and it took everything in Sam not to pull over and haul you into his lap. He wanted nothing more than to comfort you, to tell you over and over how sorry he was and that he loved you too but he had to respect your boundaries. He wished he had taken the longer route back to your accommodation, allowing him more time to beg for your forgiveness but the journey was cut short and he was soon parked outside the entrance to your block of flats. "Please stop calling me."
"I canna let us end like this," he frowned, silently pleading with you not to go but your mind was made up. For now at least. "Please."
"I just need time," you told him, adjusting the strap of your bag before climbing out of the car. You could feel his eyes on you the entire walk to the front door but you didn't dare look back. Your tears had fallen harder since the moment your back turned to him and you couldn't bear for him to see you in such a state.
You were torn. You loved him but there was no changing what he did for a living. Could you accept that? Choose to ignore it?
You weren't sure.
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proximasc0rner · 4 months
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Assigning Hatchetverse Characters Undertale Tracks
Because I want to procrastinate on schoolwork
OKAY so disclaimers. I am going off either vibes alone or songs that just make sense (i.e. Spider Dance for Webby). Many of these will have more than one track. Some tracks will appear more than once for different characters. OH AND THIS WILL BE MORE THAN ONE POST. Right now I'm just doing the Lords in Black and the characters in TGWDLM. Don't worry, more WILL be coming.
Starting off strong we have the ELDRITCH BOYS/TOKEN ELDRITCH GIRL
Wiggly - Your Best Nightmare (079), An Ending (081), Burn in Despair! (088)
Nibbly - Bonetrousle (024), Hotel (054), Can You Really Call This A Hotel, I Didn't Recieve A Mint On My Pillow Or Anything (055)
Tinky - Metal Crusher (050), Here We Are (083), Amalgam (084)
Blinky - Ruins (005), Premonition (028), Finale (080)
Pokey - Dummy! (036), Last Episode! (066), Death by Glamour (068)
Webby - Waterfall (031), Spider Dance (059), Undertale (071)
TGWDLM - Main Characters
Paul Matthews - Anticipation (007), Pathetic House (037), Respite (094)
Emma Perkins - Heartache (014), Snowy (017), She's Playing Piano (082)
Ted Spankoffski - sans. (015), Dating Start! (025), It's Raining Somewhere Else (063)
Bill Woodward - Home (012), Memory (034), ASGORE (077)
Henry Hidgens - Alphys (048), Oh! One True Love (061), Oh! Dungeon (062)
Charlotte Sweetly - Snowdin Town (022), Hotel (054), Fallen Down (Reprise) (085)
TGWDLM - Important Minor Characters
Ken Davidson - Dating Start! (025), Dating Fight! (027)
Sam Sweetly - Run! (032), NGAHHH!! (045)
Alice Woodward - Memory (034), His Theme (090)
General John MacNamara - But the Earth Refused to Die (097), Battle Against a True Hero (098)
TGWDLM - Side Characters
Melissa - Dogbass (019) (I'M SORRY I'M SORRY I'M SORRY-)
Greenpeace girl - SAVE the World (089) (lmao)
Deb - Temmie Village (043) (because let's be honest everyone in temmie village is high)
The Man in a Hurry (Barry Swift) - Thundersnail (042)
Nora & Zoey - Shop (023) (but like that slow version that plays where Burgerpants works)
Donna Daggit - Live Report (057)
Dan Reynolds - Death Report (058) (i mean, come on. the man's never seen darker times and he's covered the protests live at the hatchetfield kennel! HE IS DAN REYNOLDS!)
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helix-studios117 · 1 month
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Halo Reloaded AU: Spartans Vol. 1
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Top left - Sam-034. Top Center - Kurt-051. Top Right - Linda-058. Center Left - Kelly-087. Center - Vannak-134. Center Right - Riz-028. Bottom Left - Kai-125. Bottom Center - Fred-104. Bottom Right - Soren-066. Rock-Bottom Left - Spartan-1337. Rock-Bottom Right - Master Chief.
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