A/N: thank you all so much again for all your suggestions! (all gifs found on google!) I know the radio stories not vv believable but I wanted music and I had no idea how to do it so I just made it up :’)
reader wearing murphys jacket
don’t look at me, this is not my fault
you shiver slightly and lean closer to the raging bonfire which was burning in front of you. your eyebrows furrow as you notice the tip of a pointy stick poking out of the top of the fire. then another. and another. it dawns on you that those are your sticks. the sticks you put your blood, sweat and tears into sharpening. you let out an annoyed sound and turn your back to the fire, wrapping murphy’s jacket closer around you. murphy didn’t know you had his jacket, but you’re sure he wouldn’t mind. hopefully.
“hey soulie,” the cheerful voice of murphy comes from your left
“stop,” you groan, turning so you’re facing him
“stop what? wait is that my jacket?”
“yeah.” you tit your head slightly
“you do understand how cold I am, right?”
“sure,” you mumble, your eyes gazing up at the red toned sunset above. the sky’s your favourite thing about earth. back up in the ark, you never saw the sun set, creating magical blurs of colours at night. or in the morning, which was your favourite time to sit outside your tent and watch.
“whatever,” his eyes look you up and down “it looks better on you anyway.” he smirks. you roll your eyes and kick the dirt beneath you. “you want a drink?”
you nod, “yeah, please” and with that, he walks away. you’re glad to have a moment to yourself, but it’s short lived. a pair of arms wrap around you from behind and you squeal, taken aback.
“it’s just me,” oscar grins down at you, letting go of you. you and oscar knew each other in the ark. small smiles and short conversations were as much as you exchanged, but now, on earth, you were much closer. you talked a lot more as you always seemed to be on the same job as him, and you had to admit, he wasn’t bad company. oscar was a laugh.
In the early morning light, one of H.M.S. Ark Royal’s Short 166 seaplanes takes off from Kephalo Bay, Imbros. The second of five Ark Royals, she was the first to carry aircraft. She spent most of the First World War in the Mediterranean supporting the campaigns in Gallipolli and Salonika as well as acting as depot ship for aircraft flying anti-submarine patrols. The Short 166 main difference from its slightly bigger brother the Short 184 was the use of the Salmson Canton-Unne radial engine, the 184’s using a variety of inline engines.
Great angle to illustrate some alterations to the F-4 Phantom as licence built in Britain for the Royal Navy. By the late ‘60s
HMS Ark Royal IV was
a fairly old design, dwarfed by America’s
Forrestal-class and all that followed them. The weight of the Phantom was a big ask of Ark Royal’s comparatively short length catapults, powerful as they were. A simple solution to relieve some stress was to increase the aircraft’s takeoff attitude - with a
telescopic nosewheel that extended by 40 inches.
The drawback is just as plainly visible in this photo as the extension. With reheat engaged for takeoff, the deck was scorched; and since British Phantoms were also redesigned to use the more powerful Rolls-Royce Spey
turbofans, the problem was compounded. At first a steel plate was attached to the deck and cooled by fire hoses after each launch. After a refit in 1967 however, Ark Royal gained water cooled jet blast deflectors, capable of surviving the heat.
When cross-decking with U.S. carriers, these British relatives with higher exhaust temperatures caused serious damage to deck plates.
Author: see-the-fandom-imagines Warnings: death Word Count: 2771 Tagging: @mogaruke Request: Do you think you can please write a Bellamy x reader request where
something goes wrong in the camp and the reader blames herself, even
if it wasn’t her fault (she just blames herself, cause she
is too selfless). And the camp gives her shit about it also so she
hides away and goes to shower to get away from everyone but Bellamy
looks for her and eventually finds her in the shower. And he helps
wash/ comfort her because he has feelings for her and doesn’t want her to
forest is amazing, don’t you think? I mean all these flowers and
these trees… On the Ark I would have never even dared to dream about any of this. It’s just so… astounding.”
was the never-ending sound accompanying you at your way from camp into
the woods, to setting the traps, and back to camp. Someone had
send you and Paul out, far from the
Grounder territory of course, to set up some self-made metal constructions to catch rabbits
and other small animals. Now it was to wait until tomorrow when you’d come
back to check if you had actually caught anything with
the ‘traps’, which - how a boy from Mecha Station
claimed - would be ‘the way out of your constant food shortage’.
Although you were still rather sceptical about
this, the fact that you got to do it with Paul was enough to put you in a good
mood again. You weren’t exactly friends, but he was a cheerful person and his never-ending urge to
talk didn’t annoy you in the slightest. No, very often he actually
said something funny or interesting. And you found it amazing how
positive he could still think about Earth, despite all its dangers.
this, he talking and you listening, you
were walking through the forest, only partially getting to speak yourself, but Paul seemed completely fine with this. He didn’t seem to need much feedback, and an occasional
answer seemed enough. Until suddenly something let you falter.
Furling your brows, you walked past him, who didn’t even seem to
have noticed that
you had stopped listening completely and concentrated on the bushes
in front of you instead. You could have
sworn that you had heard something move. “And it’s so full of
animals”, your companion continued, still smiling brightly. “I’m
sure our traps will catch enough for at least a week!”
you answered, shaking your head. Paul was right. The forest was full
of different animals, so it was not weird at all that every now and
then you would hear something move. You were just too paranoid.
Slightly calmed down, you continued walking, listening to the
cheery babbling of Paul, who was now talking about his friend Mary
who still was on the Ark, Factory Station or
something. All this and more you learned about
Mary, until all of a sudden you
heard a swishing sound, and Paul fell silent. And
without looking at him you immediately knew what just had
happened. Only hesitating for a second you stopped dead in your
tracks and slowly turned your head. What you saw almost made you scream.
The first thing you noticed was
the gruesome look on his face, his olive
skin unusually pale, and his eyes wide open in shock, directed
at nothing, just staring in front of him. The next thing you saw was the feathered arrow
that was sticking straight out of his
chest. And then he fell to his knees, and you started to run.
than you had ever run in your whole life you dashed through
the forest, jumping over roots and ditching branches. You didn’t know
if anyone was following you, you didn’t now if anyone tried to kill
you, too, but you were in a state of blind
panic, and the only thing that counted right now, was to survive.
primal instinct had completely taken over and you ran and ran, until
you felt like your lungs would burst and your legs would yield any
second now, as you finally reached camp. Two of your
people spotted you and immediately lead you inside, where you were
quickly surrounded by a whole regiment of boys and
girls, before the adrenaline had even worn
off. “What’s going on?”, you heard the dark voice you
knew belonged to Bellamy Blake trying to make his way through
the crowd, and as he spotted you, still all ruffled and scared, and
completely out of breath, he instantly walked
faster. “What happened?”
that was when you sank to your knees, Bellamy’s hands catching you in
the last second as you gasped. “I left him behind.”
took a while until you had collected yourself enough to speak in full
sentences. Sitting on the ground you were
trying to breathe normally again, only just fully realising yourself what
had happened. But of course the first people had noticed by now that
Paul wasn’t with you, and you distressed state didn’t
leave many explanations why.
realised that someone in the far back had
started to sob. A girl.
what happened?”, Bellamy asked again, obviously thinking that he
had given you more than enough time to calm down. Taking a deep
breath, you started to explain. “I don’t really know. I barely saw
anything. I just heard a sound in the bushes, but I thought it would
be some kind of animal so I didn’t give it any more attention. I… I
didn’t tell Paul, why would I. And then
suddenly…” Your eyes darted around frantically, and you breathing
became more rapid as you tried to hold back the tears that threatened
to overcome you at the thought of Paul’s terrified face. “I turned
around and I saw the arrow in his chest and
then… I ran.” Your voice was a mere
whisper by now. “I just ran.”
a moment everybody around you fell silent, progressing the fact that
another one of your people had died. Even if he
had survived for some time after the arrow hit him, now he
certainly would be dead.
You took a shaky breath, as Bellamy
helped you up, and tried to maneuver you out of the crowd. But
suddenly someone spoke up, disrupting the glum
let him die.”
you froze on the spot, and you could feel Bellamy tense behind you.
You turned around, seeing a rather
lost looking boy with blonde hair pointing his finger at you accusingly. Tears were glistening in his eyes. Whether of sadness or
anger you couldn’t tell. “You just ran,
instead of helping him!”
was right. That was exactly what you had done.
were just about to answer, as Bellamy let go of you, turning himself
around to look at the boy. „You have barely been out there“,
he snapped at him, visibly angry. „It’s another unnecessary loss,
and I’m sorry, but if you try to tell me that you wouldn’t have run
for your life, but wait there until the Grounders would have killed
you, too, then you can get your ass out there and show me how brave you are.
it became silent, and half of the people around you were now looking
at the ground, some were even shuffling away. But there were still
the angry glances, the hurt faces. The people that knew as well as
you did, that you could have prevented all of this from happening.
decided to leave the camp and head for the nearby lake. The whole
day you had to endure the glares, listen to the whispers, and the
occasional shoving when someone walked past you. And that mostly
from the two people who used to be Paul’s best friends. The blonde
guy from earlier, Jared as you should learn later, was the aggressive
type. The type that saw you, and only you, fully responsible for the
death of his best friend, who could have been saved if it hadn’t been
for your incompetence. And Aron, a lanky guy with dark brown skin and
a piercing gaze, who – in contrary to his friend – didn’t
actually seem to blame you. But the glances he was darting at you,
not filled with hate, but with worry and grief for his friend… They
were almost worse, than anything that Jared had said to you so far.
this was exactly the reason you needed to get out of camp for at least some time.
A search team was sent out for Paul, two of them with
guns, but who actually went to get him in the end, you didn’t know.
You didn’t want to think about it.
didn’t tell anybody that you were leaving, and it didn’t look like
anybody would actually care for that. To you it felt like every
single person in the camp would blame you, everybody talk about you,
and even though you knew that this was probably mostly your
imagination, you just needed some time for yourself, some time to
calm down. And on the Ark – in the short time periods you
had been allowed to do so – taking a shower had always helped you
to get your head clear again. At least a little.
didn’t take long until you had reached the river with the small
waterfall that was softly dabbling down, never allowing the water to stand still for even so much as a second. Alone the
sound was enough to calm you down a little.
Inhaling deeply you
stripped off your shirt and pants, leaving you only in black sports
bra and briefs. Fortunately the underwear you got in the Sky Box had
always been more practical than anything else – what on Earth
definitely could only be counted as an advantage.
a deep breath to prepare for the cold, you slowly began to wade into
the river, approaching the waterfall, until you could feel the first
tiny drops splashing onto your skin. You shivered, but quickly
adjusted to the cool water, as you took another step, now standing
directly underneath it. For a few seconds you didn’t move, and just
enjoyed the feeling of the icy water on your skin, which let you
concentrate for a moment only on yourself, on your body and the cold sensation on your skin, until all of a sudden the image of Paul
appeared without a warning back on your mind’s eye. Pale, slightly
greyish skin and his eyes wide open, he stared at you accusingly.
gasped, and stepped out underneath the waterfall, for a moment just
staring at the tiny waves it caused on the surface, while you tried
to ban the image out of your head. Something hot ran down your
cheeks, and only now you realised that you were crying.
Slowly, suddenly scared that you would slip
on the sleek stones underneath your feet, you waded back to the riverside and sat down onto the pebbles, burying your head in your arms, the
image of the boy still burnt into your retina. When suddenly you
heard something behind you.
Immediately you jumped up, searching
for something you could defend yourself with, as whoever had made the
noise was definitely coming closer. „(Y/n)?“, the person asked
you, and you relaxed as you recognised the familiar voice and
shortly after the man became visible between the trees. „What
are you doing here, Bellamy?“, you asked, hoping that he wouldn’t
notice your tears, considering that your face was still completely
wet from your rather short attempt at a shower.
could ask you the same.“ „Oh, I was just…showering“,
you answered, only now realising that you were still in your
underwear. Luckily it was still pretty warm outside, and since the
practical Sky Box underwear wasn’t really revealing you realised that
you actually didn’t care.
But Bellamy didn’t look convinced.
Quickly you kept talking. „I just needed some time for myself.
And I needed to get all that dirt off of me, and my hair…“ You
ran a hand through it, just to realise that it remained stuck
halfway. It was still completely covered in mud and dirt. Annoyed you
sighed. Even your excuses sucked. Bellamy still hadn’t answered, so
you tried to not look at him, and instead focused on your hair that
you now separated strand by strand, trying to get out at least some
of the dirt. You sat back down on the ground, rinsing it every now
and then with a little bit of water.
a moment you just stared up at him, surprised by his offer. But then
you just shrugged. You were actually too tired to care about the fact
that Bellamy Blake was offering to wash your hair for you. Although
you were sure that in every other situation you would have freaked
out by now.
since this was the way things were right now, you didn’t say anything
as he knelt down behind you, carefully starting to somehow untangle
was silent, just the dabbling of the waterfall and the rustling of
the forest could be heard, when you closed your eyes, trying to
concentrate on nothing else but the sound, and Bellamy’s gentle
fingers in your hair.
he started to speak.
wasn’t your fault, you know that, right?“
sighed deeply, but didn’t answer. You felt the tears sting in your
eyes again. „He had the gun, you were unarmed. Running was the
right thing to do.“
what if it wasn’t? What if they didn’t mean to kill you, after all no
one had been following you, had they? Too many questions were racing
through your mind, all boiling down to one essential question. The
one you had asked yourself since you had arrived back in camp. The
one that was devouring you alive.
„But what if I could have saved
stopped moving for a second, but quickly resumed in his task
of untangling your hair. At the same time you could feel a tear
running down your cheek and dripping off your your chin. „What if
he wasn’t dead.“
sighed, stroking over your chin to prevent the next tear from
was nothing you could have done. And if Jared says or does something
stupid, doesn’t matter what it is – I’ll have him banned faster
than he’d like to.“
you shook your head, wiping your hand quickly over your cheek. Your
skin was still tickling where Bellamy had touched you not even a
minute ago. „No. It’s not his fault. He just lost his best
friend… He needs to blame someone. At least for now.“
heard Bellamy sigh behind you, and again he stopped, but this time he
didn’t resume his task, but shifted instead so he could sit next to
you. „You know, I always admired your way of thinking.“
you looked at him. Bellamy simply continued talking. „You see
the good in everybody. You’re barely ever annoyed, and you are one of
the most selfless people I have ever met.“
I“, you mumbled, not really believing what he just said. „Then
what do you call leaving a friend behind?“
call that making sure not to die. I call that a natural instinct.“
He sighed. „I know this is hard. But you can’t let this break you.
We’ve all done things we are not proud of. But the important part is
that we are still alive, and we have to make the best out of it. We
owe that to the dead.“
„And I hate to see you like this, (y/n).“
you had not understood. Surprised you lifted your head to look at
him. He looked sincere, worried, and he gave you a sad smile, which
somehow managed to actually lift your spirits a little. And all
of sudden you realised that Bellamy completely understood what you
felt. Of course he did, you scolded yourself for your ignorance. If
there was one of the lot of you, that knew what it was like to be
responsible for someone else’s death, then it was him.
you whispered, and looked back at the river. And after a short while
you decided: „We should head back to camp.“
turned your gaze at Bellamy, who nodded, waiting for you
patiently, while you put your clothes back on.
Smiling slightly you
looked at him, walking alongside him back to the camp. You
hadn’t been at the river for longer than thirty minutes, yet, in this short time you had understood that Bellamy really seemed to care about you.
And to have someone by your
side who was there and understood how you felt made you feel good and
kind of invincible. Holding your chin up, you looked in the direction
of the camp and even though you were slightly afraid to go back, a
warm feeling spread out in your body.
you were not alone. And that was all that mattered.
I just… didn’t have much of a reaction to the Halo Wars 2 trailer.
It looks good, I’m sure it’ll be interesting, but… eh.
Cutter looks… literally nothinglike Cutter? It says ‘Cutter’ on his uniform, that’s the only thing that gave his identity away to me. It’s not even just “he got older”, he looks like he’s gone and regenerated…
It’s set post-Halo 5, so that means the Created are likely to make an appearance (*groan*), if only to just get Serina out of rampancy (*double groan*). I like that we’ve got a new faction with these former-Covenant client races, but ‘the Banished’… who is naming these factions at 343?
Oh, and how on earth are they going to get to the Lesser Ark? Short of a hand-wavey explanation with some kind of Forerunner portal, there’s no way that they’re going to literally just drift out of the galaxy and magically end up at the Ark.
Atriox looks cool, I hope they remember to make him an interesting and complex antagonist too.
And I’m still annoyed at Reed’s implication in the Escalation Library Edition that the Flood being loose on the SoF is going to be “resolved” in Tales From Slipspace - that they’ll literally just handwave away THE FLOODbecause they just seem to view all of Chris Schlerf’s plot points as superfluous baggage. We’ll see…