#Sam and mars

[darling-heffron]

Hello everyone! Lovely to see you all, hope the first month of the year is treating you well. I already exhausted lmao, so excited for the rest of the year. Also I'm back on track posting on a Saturday, no need for applause, I know I'm pretty great! Hope you all enjoy the next instalment of Momento Mori!!

Esra✨

Taglist: @malarkgirlypop , @mellow-human , @next-autopsy if anyone else wants to be added, please let us know!!

Chapter Twelve: The More the Merrier

Sam’s POV: 

Somehow the lone party of one was now eight. Sam was fine travelling all by herself but the trouble seemed to have started once the friendly, all loving, all inclusive Mars arrived. 

The group Mars first introduced her to seemed to be fine, she was more than capable of handling them. The men were mild mannered country boys who were respectful of Sam’s space and lack of communication skills. 

She would’ve gone as far to say she had befriended the younger man, Shifty. Sam never felt uncomfortable around him and his knowledge of hunting and wildlife fascinated her. 

However the newest group of Perco, Luz and Martin were a completely different story. 

Luz and Mars were scarily alike. They had the same sense of humour, the same loud demeanour and the same endless energy. 

And when Perco, Mars, and Luz were together, it was nightmare fuel, they were loud, rambunctious, idiots together. Seemingly forgetting the world they now resided in. 

Martin seemed to be more reserved but when Perco and Luz wound him up enough he would also join in on the fun. 

It wasn’t all bad though, seeing them get along so well while the world was falling apart seemed to lift the group's spirits. And having eight people in the group was actually pretty beneficial, although Sam would never admit that. 

Eight pairs of eyes and eight pairs of hands went a long way when scouting, looting and looking for danger. 

“Luz!” The younger girl squealed when George ran up behind her and poked her in her sides. The man laughed loudly at the blonde girl’s reaction. 

“They seemed to be enjoying themselves.” Shifty commented from beside Sam, who rolled her eyes. They had been going on like this ever since they had met two days ago. 

“Guys!” The older woman scolded the pair as they gave sheepish ‘sorry’s’ before elbowing each other in blame. 

“Ah, go easy on them. They’re just having fun.” Bull clapped his large hand over Sam’s shoulder. But still she wasn’t impressed. 

“Yeah, so much fun. And then someone falls over and we’re all doomed.” Bull chuckled at the blonde woman’s stubborn tone. Denver liked the girl, she was strong and dependable, she also looked after the younger girl with great care, even though she pretended she didn’t. 

That seemed to be her MO, harsh and cold on the outside but with enough of a push she was kind and generous. 

“How did we end up with two Marleen’s?” Sam massaged the lines from her forehead. 

“You mean two George’s?” Martin joined the small group that hung back from the mischievous trio. 

“Either way, they’re an accident waiting to happen.” Lip confirmed with a sharp nod of his head. The older group laughed amongst themselves.  

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The group of eight had been walking for a day or two. They had enough supplies to last them a few more days in the forest and then they would need to venture out to another town to restock. But it was becoming harder to do with more mouths to feed, and hungry ones at that. 

“Lights fading, I think we got an hour left of sun before it sets.” Shifty glanced up to the sky as he measured the time with his hand. “We should make camp.”  

The rest of the group came to a halt dropping their heavy bags to the ground in relief. 

“My shoulders.” Perco whined as he massaged his sore limbs with his palm. 

“Get my back, I’ll get yours.” Luz jumped in front of the man. They both held each other’s shoulders whilst maintaining odd eye contact. They grunted, it was hard to tell if it was in pleasure or pain. But the sight made Sam uncomfortable. 

Turning away she set up the tent as Mars hunted for wood. The shorter blonde cutely tagged along behind Bull, chatting excitedly as she went, seemingly forgetting her task and then every now and then she would remember and bend down to pick up a random stick. 

Soon the fire was roaring and everyone sat around it with mildly full bellies, food was getting more scarce by the day. 

Everyone was sharing stories over the campfire. It had become an odd ritual they all fell into. 

Each member would share an account from their past, or a ghost tale, something to pass the time. Sam had always shared made up or scary stories, she had heard from others but never divulged into her own past. The rest of the group loved sharing history about their families and their lives beforehand. It was an odd way to get to know each other. 

“Rumour has it the disease came from water.” Perco reported from across the fire. 

Mars at that exact moment was halfway through her sip. Her eyes widened in panic, the young girl trapped the water in her mouth, stopping it from going any further down her throat. 

She was just about to chuck her full water bottle across the space and project the water she had stored in her mouth out, when Sam’s hand landed on her knee before she could do anything. 

Mouth ballooned with water Marleen turned to look at Sam who shook her head. 

“Bambi, we’ve been drinking this water for days. I’m sure if it was tainted we would be mindless rabids by now.” The tall girl reassured her petite counterpart.

The young girl swallowed the liquid that she still had in her mouth, wiping the sides of her lips from any of the water that had escaped during that time. 

“Right.” Mars agreed with Sam as she nodded her head. 

“Yeah, no it’s not from bottled water. Word has it they did an experiment on a small rural town and put whatever chemicals they were using into the town's water source. And then they shut down their mains pretty quickly after it… got out of hand.” Perco shivered at the thought. 

“It would only be their water supply that would have been contaminated.” Sam reassured the still tense looking Mars. 

“Do you know where the town was?” Sam enquired further, but Perco shook his head. 

“Nah, it’s only rumours I’ve heard in passing, so I have no idea if it’s true or not.” The group collectively sighed. They were completely isolated from the current events, but it appeared everyone was. With no means of communication there was no way for anyone to truly know what was happening in the world. They could only go from word of mouth. 

“Wish my phone still worked.” The young blonde sighed. She was desperate to know how her family was fearing in this hard time. Mars wanted to let them know she was safe for the moment and to hold on for her return. 

“You know my Dad called me every day.” The young blonde flashed her bright smile. Before it fell from her face and a heavy sigh left her lips, Sam quickly wrapped her arm around the young girl pulling her closer. The older girl gave a reassuring squeeze before someone else picked up the conversation that Mars had started. 

“You alright, Bam?” Sam whispered down as the rest of the men talked amongst themselves. The younger girl already had tears forming in her eyes but that didn't stop her from nodding and giving Sam a tight lipped smile. 

“What did he do?” The older woman prompted, seeing a hint of confusion on Marleen’s face, she explained, “Your dad, what did he do?” 

“Oh!” The tears were forgotten and Mars’ eyes lit up with a sparkle of purpose, “He owned a hardware store- two actually. He was trying to turn it into a franchise. He looked after the first one in Adair- that’s where we grew up.  And Rowan went to business school so he could run the other one, it was one town over in Bushnell but still close enough to come over every Sunday for dinner.” 

Samantha let a small smile creep onto her face as she watched the girl's demeanour change. Mars went on about her weekly family gatherings and how she would get to spend time with her niece and nephew. 

She explained how her mother moved to America from Spain when she fell in love with Desmond; her father. And how her Mum used to be a school teacher but retired and helped her dad with the garden section of their shop. 

“He’s alive. They all are, I just know it!” 

“Bam…” Sam’s smile had dropped, she didn’t want her friend to be filled with false hope. The likelihood that all of her family were alive was low. 

“Yeah?” Marleen’s big wide eyes looked up at Sam. She faltered, pausing slightly, she looked to her side and made eye contact with the nearest male member of the group; Lipton. 

The men had gone quiet while Marleen spoke of her kin and he had obviously been listening in, so when he heard Mars’ declaration and Sam’s hesitance, he looked up. 

The look on Sam’s face must have been a questioning one as Lipton answered with a small shake of his head. 

The older blonde was torn between being honest and probably hurting Marleen’s feelings or letting her have a moment of good. 

“I’m-“ She started, but the childlike look in the shorter girls eyes had softened her, “I’m sure you’re right.” 

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Leaving the forest had many pros and cons. 

The biggest pro: Going into towns or houses and finding supplies. The biggest con: Being out in the open where there is more chance of running into humans or rabids. 

But it was necessary, venturing into the nearby town of West Hickory was the group of eight’s big plan for the next few days. What could go wrong in only a day or two?

Sam was walking near the front next to Shifty, the pair navigating the group out of the forest and towards the township. Lip, Bull and Martin followed the leading duo side by side by side. 

As usual, the troublesome trio were lagging behind and goofing off. Luz was teaching the other two some aimless game and once they got the hang of it, there was no stopping them. Giggles and laughs echoed through the otherwise silent team. 

A scream rippled from the back of the group, causing everyone to pause their movements in shock. All heads whipped around to find the reason for the unexpected disruption. 

It wasn’t a noise you wanted to hear in the middle of the apocalypse. The group rushed back to find the owner of the scream. 

George and Mars stood, seemingly crowding around the other person who was on the floor. Perco lay on the ground groaning in pain. 

“What happened?” Sam pushed her way in between Luz and Marleen. The young girl stood with her hands clasped over her mouth and a worried look on her face, Luz wore the same expression. 

“We were just goofing around and Frank slipped.” Mars finally released her mouth from her grasp so that she could talk. 

“Oh shit, I hope it isn’t bad.” George cringed looking down at his friend writhing in pain on the floor. 

“Where are you hurt?” Lip asked as he knelt down by the man. 

“My-” Perco started and then stopped again. The group that surrounded the man collectively lent in so that they could hear him. 

“Your what?” Martin prompted the man.

“Uh-my…” But Frank refused to finish the sentence. 

“My god man, spit it out!” Sam urged, she needed to know now whether or not she needed to put him out of his misery.

“MY ASS!” Perco yelped.

Everyone fell silent processing what the man had just said. There was a beat before the whole group was in hysterics. The short man seemed less than impressed. 

“Oh yeah, laugh it up guys, real funny, ha ha. I fell over and hurt my ass, ok! It’s an actual problem!” Frank replied grumpily, but the group couldn’t hear him over their shared laughter.   

“Oh damn, man that’s terrible.” Luz tried to comfort the man but he couldn’t get his shit together enough to string a coherent sentence. 

“You’re all fucking children, you know!” Perco reprimanded his friends who laughed right in his face. 

“That was your greatest asset.” Luz elbowed Martin who about doubled over at his stupid pun. 

“To ease the pain in your butt I’ll grab you some ass-prin.” The man couldn’t help himself. 

“I mean I’d make a joke about your rear, butt it’s too cheeky.” George doubled over in hysterics but the rest of the group's own laughter had died down, they all watched the man laugh far too hard at his own joke. 

“Get it, rear!” But no one seemed to be in on his hilarious banter. “Oh come on, that was the best one!” Luz pouted, but his peers focussed their attention back onto the man who still lay on the ground. 

“You’re gonna have to show us the damage.” Bull told Frank, who clutched his ass with both of his hands. 

“No.” Perco shook his head. “That’s not necessary, see.” The man struggled to get to his feet only making it halfway up before cursing in pain and crumpling back to the floor. 

“Fine.” Perco admitted defeat. “But the girl’s can’t see.” 

All eyes fell on the two women who watched the man in concern. An aww fell from the younger’s lips, while the older shrugged. 

“I didn’t particularly want to see your ass, Frank.” Sam grabbed the shorter girl by her shoulders and manoeuvred her away from the men. 

The pair sat far enough away that they couldn't see what was happening but they could still hear it. Frank cursed wildly as the rest of the guys discussed their game plan. 

It took an hour for the group to sort out his wound, they had little in the way of medical supplies. Bandages and a few steri-strips, they had nothing but water to clean the wound. From the sound of things it was a big injury. 

“God, now there’s blood all over my pants. Thanks Lip!” Frank called in disgust. 

“Well it’s your ass that won’t stop gushing, Perco!” The men continued to bicker between themselves. 

Finally they had the wound semi-covered and had stopped the bleeding for the time being. Frank clutched onto the neck of Bull as he piggy backed him. 

“Ladies, we're gonna need to find somewhere with medical supplies. I’m worried that it will get infected if we don’t stitch it up.” Martin informed the girls who were sitting on a nearby log waiting for everyone to be done. 

“Next town is only a few miles away. We can get there by nightfall and stake it out from there.” Sam stood from her position with Mars jumping up by her side not long after. “Shifty and I can go ahead and make sure the path is clear, so we don’t have to worry about any more accidents.” Martin gave a curt nod before he called over his shoulder for the men to get ready to move out. 

The group moved slowly, Bull carrying Frank on his back and the rest of the men carrying his belongings since he couldn’t do it himself. 

“Shifty!” Sam called, turning around as she walked, he had dipped out of sight just before she turned to look for him. The girl went against her own rules and continued searching for the man as she travelled not facing the way she was going. 

The woman met a solid wall. This is why she always followed her own rules. Sam turned examining the hard object she had collided with. 

Her eyes widened as her gaze trailed up the structure. Though it wasn’t a structure, it was a man. Sam whipped her gun from her hip and pointed it directly between the eyes of the person who cockily glanced down at her. 

“Who the fuck are you?” The words growled from her throat. She was good at menacing. 

“I like a woman who can use her words.” Somehow the man’s smile grew even more smug. His hand came up to Sam’s face, his fingers so close to her cheek. She resisted the urge to shoot him right at the moment. 

“Don’t touch me.” The blonde woman warned the stranger. 

“You walked into me, Dollface.” Something about the way the pet name rolled off his tongue made her shiver. She didn’t like the unknown feeling that washed over her skin.  

“Don’t call me Dollface, you creep. I will use this.” She gestured to the weapon she clutched tightly. Yet he didn’t flinch, his smile grew wider as his eyebrows raised. 

“Feisty.” The tall man leaned forward ever so slightly, as if he was testing whether or not she was bluffing. 

“Lieb.” A stern voice came from behind the man. At the same time the rest of the group finally found their way to Sam. They stopped short behind her assessing the show down she had found herself in. 

Shifty fell into stance beside her, his own weapon raised.   

A man came into view, tall with jet black hair and stubble across his chin. 

“Ah, the boss is calling. Nice talk, sweetheart.” The man reached forward to tap his fingers under Sam’s chin, but stopped when Shifty’s gun turned to him. 

The stranger threw his arms up in mock surrender before he sent a wink to Sam, then turned and walked away. 

“Sorry about him, he doesn’t listen to simple commands.” The end of the statement seemed to be aimed towards the man as he walked back to the older looking gentlemen. 

“You can lower your weapons, we aren’t here to fight you.” But Sam didn’t budge. “You’re right. I‘ve given you no reason to trust me.” The man spoke to the tall blonde, a smile grew on hip lips. 

“Speirs.” The man gestured at himself. “You met Liebgott, I have two other men with me.”

And just like that two guys appeared from the bushes. It made Sam’s stomach turn, if something was to go wrong with the first interaction those men were lying in wait. She narrowed her eyes at the group of four.   

“Tipper and Grant.” Speirs introduced his men. 

“You can be on your way then.” Sam spoke harshly. They had picked up enough strays, she also wasn’t going to look behind her for the group vote, this was her decision. 

“I think we found you just in time.” Lieb said arrogantly, “Looks like you have a casualty.” He gestured his head back at Perco who still clung onto Bull’s back. 

“Why would you offer us help, we haven’t given you anything.” Shifty now spoke from her side. Sam was glad she wasn’t the only one who found this situation fishy. 

“You can offer us something.” Speirs replied. Sam’s eyes narrowed even further. 

“Sam.” Martin called from behind her. “Perco isn’t looking too good. We need their help.” 

The tall blonde ground her teeth together. There was no way she was asking for help from these men. 

“Samantha.” Bull’s voice was stern, the girl still hadn’t lowered her gun.  

“Fine.” The older girl huffed and finally relented, flicking the safety back on and statshing her weapon on her hip. 

“How can we help?”

HEHEHEHEHE ok so let me know all your thoughts, do we like the introduction? More BOB men you're welcome! Poor Perco and his pesky ass wound, classic BOB men if I do say so myself! AHHHHHH I'm so excited for the next chapter! Love you guys!

Esra✨

[milky-shea]

Wonder what they're lookin at? 🤔

[cameron-s-gaskins]

It's 1980. The night before a big rain storm. The night before Sam's car skids into the canal. ...Except Sam opens a fob watch. A fan comic.

So, this is just a fun little project I decided to do in my spare time :) It's not Ashes to Ashes complaisant, I'll admit that way way way back when Ashes first started airing, I was pretty salty about the explanation that Sam died in a car accident. I know how that show ended, and what they decided to go with, but I'm still just ignoring it all together. I guess this could be a 'fix it,' I'm not sure. Just suspend your disbelief.

[kaleidoru]

biker mice from mars biker lions from saturn

[samdeancrimespree]

in houses of the holy when sam says “i just wanted to think there was something looking out for me.” and deans like “you have me” and sams like “yeah, i know. but you’re just one person. i wanted there to be something bigger, you know.” and dean looks offended. bro is offended that sam was praying to god because dean is there. how could he possibly want anyone to watch his back other than dean. oooooook maniac

[aphrodeiities]

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[I AM FOLLOWING AYESHA K.FAINES RESEARCH OF FEMININE ARCHETYPES]

↳ the sexual feminine archetype of the huntress archetype.

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♇ when your percentage of the lover percentage is lower than 70%. and when your personal score matches with your percentage goddess the most. [your lover archetype is dominant and the huntress archetype is the second dominant too].

♇ the bohemian is one of the sexual feminine archetypes that belong to the feminine archetype the huntress, whereas the other sexual feminine archetype is the coquette.

♇ women who belong to the bohemian archetype are very enticing women, women who like to be careless and are usually gone with the wind. they're independent and like to achieve goals they set for themselves.

♇ they dont really care about how people think of them, and they're the type to not care about the opinion of others. their lovers always try and please them and achieve the bohemian women's expectations. they're the type to have lovers drop everything for them.

♇ they are creative and like to seek things that please them, they don't like to listen to what other people tell them, and while this can be an admiring trait of someone, it can sometimes make them someone hard to work with as they're someone who is hard to find common ground with.

♇ though when they're developed, they can be very adaptable and can go with the flow. other people could consider them as down to earth, and people who don't like to remain inside.

♇ they're confident and whenever women are confident, there's a lot of men who would want to humble them, people in general, so bohemian women usually get into contact with people who attempt to compete with them.

♇ sometimes they can be cut off to their emotional core and vulnerabilities, but sometimes they can be difficult to relate to because if their ego is high, they like to separate themselves from everyone like, "i'm so different than you". for example, blake lively.

♇ she has gotten critique because of her not being relatable to the audience, but i dont think that should be something she should get hate for. though other things added onto her controversy, her being someone who isnt "pleasant" to interview, and someone who likes to flaunt her status and association with other people to make the difference of her status evident to those around her.

♇ besides from blake lively, people who have the bohemian archetype can be easily distracted if they're underdeveloped and do have the potential of being in infidelity controversy.

♇ bohemian women are very charming women, and like to be one with nature, they usually exhibit very hippie and mysterious characters. from the many interviews i have watched, i've noted that many of them are very progressive people.

♇ and i've noted a lot of bohemians have wild hair, not in a bad way, it's like the natural messy but charming hair.

♇ due to their regal attitude, bohemians are usually found intimidating, but this can also be because they're easily annoyed. most of them have hearty laughters which can sometimes be found as obnoxious. they're expressive with their bodies, use their hands a lot when speaking.

♇ compared to most archetypes i have written about, it's the bohemians that can do without a partner. people are usually curious about their romantic lives.

♇ they're very divine people and get complimented a lot, their roots and their culture is something that is very important to them, and i realised that a lot of people have a very earthy colour palette and like very flowy clothing.

♇ they're usually creative, most of them tend be musicians or actresses. and when they speak or sing they have really sultry voices. most bohemians especially evolved ones, are very humble people.

♇ when they're young, they go through many phases, like angelina jolie, for a moment she was the other archetype of the huntress which was the coquette, but now she embodies the developed bohemian.

♇ they are honest, love to experience the world and learn for their surroundings. most bohemians are happy around children and are very natural around them. they feel like they can be their true selves around the youth. their identity is very important to them.

♇ those who belong to the bohemian archetype can be very intimate, especially when conversing with other people. the type to hold intense eye contact and make other people nervous.

♇ they like to engage with the people around them and can be very straight-forward. when they go for artistic pursuit, they are very embraced for what they do. and because of that, they like to give back to the people who support them.

♇ they know how to give a good performance, and have to sides to themselves, they can be loud and outgoing but they also know when and how to be classy.

♇ most of the bohemians i've researched are also excellent dancers, or just like to move their bodies.

♇ they tend to fall into much controversy with people who insult them, whether it be people in the industry or the audience; when they're in a relationship their lovers do become very intense and obsessive about them. and when they do get into relationships they usually go for partners who are in the same industry as them.

bohemian women are usually the lead women in entertainment, whether it be the most known actress in the show, blake lively, or the main vocalist, stevie nicks.

underdeveloped bohemians can be over-bearing, they don't know how to engage in conversations without making it about themselves, or something the conversation had nothing to do about.

overall, they're very well-spoken and put thought into everything they say or do.

people want to be around them, they are considered the "cool girl" in their group, and what makes them more popular is when they speak about the other popular people they're associated with. when they're the cool girl, they either naturally embody or it can force other people to perceive them that way which makes them appear as more over-bearing.

when developed, they like to separate fame and their normal life, and this is when they're their down to earth versions. they can be the life of the party and very humorous, they try not to take everything seriously.

bohemian women tend to be very athletic as well, even if bohemians are more on the earthy side, there's this fire they have to them, they love to laugh a lot and make sure other people feel or behave the same way.

other bohemians ↴

bohemians i put above are lisa bonet, ava gardner, eartha kitt, tina turner, eliana kalogeras and willow smith.

understanding the bohemian archetype, i see that they are very graceful people, people who are connected to their craft and are usually the kind and understanding one in their group.

♇ and to make the bohemian archetype easier to comprehend i gathered characters from different tv shows or films that come under the archetype.

♇ from gossip girl - serena van der woodsen, she's an evident bohemian, the type that is gone with the wind and is portrayed as the "nicer" character compared to her and blair waldorf. she is the type of character that gets the most attention in the show and even real life. she is considered as the character that is down to earth and engaging with other people that makes her more approachable to other characters.

♇ from the vampire diaries ⟶ hayley marshall, especially in the beginning, perhaps she embodied both the coquette and the bohemian. yet when she was introduced to the show, her type cast was to be the cool girl that was straight forward and didnt like drama. hayley marshall embodied the mysterious essence bohemians usually carried.

♇ from teen wolf ⟶ allison argent, compared to lydia, allison was supposed to portray the character that was the kinder and more approachable character. she was very natural and was very proud of her roots of being a hunter. but because she didnt like to follow the rule of hunting werewolves all the time, she turned to a rebel and made her own morals that the rest of the hunters followed.

♇ from daisy jones and the six ⟶ daisy jones herself. she was the very free "im just a girl" version of the bohemian. she was practically stevie nicks if she was in a show, [and im pretty sure her character and the show was inspired by the band]. she didnt listen to what other people told her to do and followed her own life. and sometimes she was hard to reason with which sometimes made her overbearing.

♇ we have game of thrones ⟶ margaery tyrell, she was clearly supposed to be the "kinder" queen compared to cersei. she liked to make people around her comfortable, like sansa and the small folk from the kingdom. she wanted them to see her as someone who is relatable and down to earth, and she was someone who easily tamed the men around her.

♇ we have 90210 ⟶ annie wilson, she was another serena van der woodsen "im just a girl" archetype. like most under developed bohemians, annie was someone who could be clumsy with situations she never needed to involve herself in. and sometimes she could be considered as someone who was a "pick me" with how much she wanted to be deemed as the cool girl.

♇ we have resident evil ⟶ claire redfield, the moment she arrived in resident evil two, she was the cool girl riding the motor cycle, the helpful character that flirts and empathises with sherry, who she finds looking for her mother. she is connected to the child and wants to protect her.

♇ we have from the vampire diaries ⟶ caroline forbes, she had a lot of phases, but in the end, especially when she becomes the vampire, she is considered by the "less annoying vampire" by the audience. even though elena gilbert is kind herself, she is more of the maiden archetype. caroline is someone who becomes down to earth, helpful to other people in the show and is always willing to lend an ear to those who need it.

♇ you series ⟶ guinevere beck, she can be considered both a maiden and a bohemian with how unaware of her surroundings she was. though to joe, she embodied the "not like other girls" persona which had him interested in her.

♇ until dawn ⟶ sam giddings, she was the athletic type of bohemian, and compared to all of the characters particularly the woman in the game, she was the kindest and most endearing one. she saw the flaw the other characters had when they pranked hannah, and was actually the one who wanted to stop it, but she was too late. she easily learned from her surroundings and was sympathetic to the animals in the game, especially the ones chris thought of harming.

♇ as i have done my research, i gathered that a lot of bohemians are are likely going to have capricorn, leo, cancer and sagittarius; in order of how much they appeared. this gives them the out-going but engaging characters.

♇ they are also going to have sagittarius, capricorn and gemini appear in their dominant signs; in order of how much they appeared. this gives them the wise but go with the flow personality type. being the type of people who learn as they interact with the world.

♇ the planets sun, venus and mars appeared in their dominant planets the most; in order of how much they appeared. this gives them the happy, understanding and engaging personality traits, someone who makes most people comfortable around them, and the mars points to them being very athletic.

♇ the element that appeared the most was fire, and this highlights their passionate side, one that does not listen to other people and interact with the world how they want.

♇ lastly, when it comes to the modality, what appeared the most was mutable, and this could direct to why they can be people who are creatively gifted, and to why they can be very empathetic to others, they usually put themselves in the shoes of other people.

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[scisac]

lom + textposts 2/?

[wigglysloth]

AAAAA LIFE ON MARS

[sci-fi-gifs]

John Simm as Sam Tyler LIFE ON MARS (2006-2007) - Episode #1.02

[beesnutz]

LIFE ON MARS (2006-2007)

[snepital]

Big fan of the Life on Mars/Doctor Who crossover people made ( I really can’t stop drawing him)

[darling-heffron]

AN: Aaaaand we're back to see how Mars handles being alone! This chapter is a little sad and violent so be warned. Let us know what you guys think in the comments, Ersa and I loved reading them and are so curious to see your thoughts. Enjoy x

-Sol ☀️

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Chapter Six: Breaking and Entering

Mars didn't remember falling asleep but when she woke she was still in that same position, arms wrapped around her knees; cradling herself. 

Her initial reaction was to sit up and look for Denver, but the memories of the previous day flooded her mind and her eyes teared up once again. 

All she wanted to do was stay in this abandoned house in the foetal position and cry, but she couldn’t. That wasn’t an option with the undead roaming the streets and Denver missing. Marleen contemplated her choices and eventually settled for spending the morning searching the town for her neighbour.

Mars had no luck. Denver was nowhere to be found, not even a trace of him. She wasn’t really sure what to do now; Should she stay in the town searching for him or wait for Denver to show up? 

A lightbulb went off above her head. Her neighbour had shown her maps and talked about getting to ‘Albany’ in a day or so. Maybe he had headed that way and if she did the same, they could reunite. 

With hope coursing through her body, Mars decided to head north to the city; Albany. She might not know what she was doing but she sure as hell had the pep. 

The young woman packed what little she had with her and left the empty house. The new goal gave her all the motivation she needed to begin this part of her journey alone. 

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Mars had incredible luck.

She managed to walk for around four hours without encountering a single dead person, nor living. That could either be a great thing or terribly ominous. 

Now, as the sun got low, Marleen realised she would need to find shelter for the night. 

There were a few houses to choose from, she wasn’t exactly in suburbia but not totally rural either. None of the homes looked occupied but she knew she had to be careful. 

Eyeing up her options, Mars settled on one. It was a modest house, single story, surrounded by a fence and fairly large fields of land. 

So began the clearing process. Checking every room for people, zombies or signs of use with her knife poised in her hand. 

Once again, Marleen found herself an empty house. She closed all windows and doors, except for her escape route and picked a room to sleep in. It felt odd sleeping in someone else’s bed so she settled on bringing a blanket and pillow into the living room and getting comfortable on the couch. 

She was tired from the mental stress of losing Denver as well as all the walking she had done. 

The sun crept below the horizon, the last minutes of the day were fading so Mars used the light to sit and eat a can of fruit salad before it got well and truly dark.

The tin of sweet fruit was something Denver had spotted in a store they had looted together the day before. He had taken one for himself and tossed this one at Marleen, she caught it with ease and smiled warmly at him in thanks. 

The blonde was so lost in thought about her missing companion that she hadn’t even noticed warm tears quietly rolling down her face. The tears registered when she raised her hand to rub her jaw only to pull back a wet hand. 

“Oh.” She spoke aloud with no one around to hear her. It was a lonely night and one without much sleep. Mars lay awake, twitching at every sound and let her mind wander. 

Thoughts of the creatures that were destroying the world overtook her head. The pure rage that filled their eyes chilled Marleen to her core. 

They seemed to be ravenous, starved and would kill to get their next meal. Not just kill but quite literally tear people apart. These undead people didn’t act as if they had a conscience, it was like they didn’t care about the screaming and yelling of their victims. 

The biters weren’t the same people they were before- whatever illness or disease was turning them cannibal was also erasing their humanity. They were shells of humans, no longer your friend or neighbour but instead a violent angry killing monster after human flesh. 

Almost every rabid Mars had seen shared some key features. Streams of bloody tears running down their faces, in fact most of them were blood soaked, probably due to the violent acts and cannibalism. They all seemed to have the one goal of eating live people and didn’t come off very smart. And as far as Mars could tell, they couldn’t  speak, instead groaning or screeching if enraged. 

Their throaty noises echoed in her brain, it was almost like there was one in the house with her. 

That thought made her sit upright. 

She focused on the sound intently, trying to gauge if there actually was a zombie in the house with her or if she was just being paranoid and imagining things. 

The unmistakable shuffle of undead footsteps and creak of floorboards gave her an answer. 

Panic flooded Marleen as she sprang to action, reaching for her knife. She wasted no time throwing the blanket off of her and getting to her feet, raising the sharp object in front of her. 

She hadn’t been overly noisy but her quick movements had caused enough of a sound to attract the creature.

What once was a man now dead and hungry, stood in the same room as her. His gaze locked onto Mars and he made a noise of recognition. He had found his next meal. 

The woman had no time to think before the rabid lunged at her. His lack of critical thinking worked to her advantage as he had completely missed spotting the low coffee table in between them. When he ran toward her, his shins hit the piece of furniture, effectively tripping him. 

His body dropped to the floor, the loud crash made Marleen cringe. If any others were close by they definitely heard that. 

She had to act quickly. But her brain was stuck on what to do. Should she try to run or use her weapon to attack him? 

The blonde woman hesitated which did not work in her favour as it gave the rabid time to regain his footing. Immediately he went for her again, this time she moved.

Her flight or fight instincts kicked in and Mars ran. She sprinted to the next room, which happened to be the kitchen. 

Marleen turned, knife raised and at the ready. The undead man burst into the kitchen after her, he stopped to furiously look around the room and stopped when he found her. 

He didn’t lunge for her this time, he just stood there. The two of them in a stalemate, a game of chicken, who is going to move first? 

Mars took a quick inventory to see if the kitchen held anything weaponlike that could help her.

A tea towel? No. 

A frying pan? Maybe.

A picture on the fridge of someone who looked eerily similar to the dead guy trying to eat her? Shit.

She had to do a double take, flick her gaze to the rabid and then the picture just to see if it was him. He was smiling in the picture, his arms around an equally happy and heavily pregnant woman. 

It was him. There was no doubt in Marleen's mind. 

The moment of realisation had to wait as the biter had lost whatever patience he had and ran in her direction once again. His hands gripped at her clothes and he tried with all his strength to get her closer and closer to his face. She let out a short scream as his mouth opened and shut, snapping at her as if taunting. 

Finally, her instincts kicked in, a heavy rush of blood pumped through her body and it managed to wake her from her state of shock. Mars grabbed the handle of the frying pan and swung. A thud followed by a crack sounded but Marleen had no time to dwell on it, instead she reeled her arm back and swung at him again. 

A second hit to his head was enough to loose his hold on her. She needed to take it further, make him stop for good. Another smack of the metal frying pan and the undead fell down, blood seeped onto the kitchen tiles but Mars had to be sure. 

So she swung again. And again. And again. 

Until his fractured skull opened wide for her to see. His body was unmoving, not even a twitch. He made no noises. He was well and truly dead, for certain this time, no coming back. 

Mars couldn’t help but stare at the chaos she created, blood splattered on every surface she could see. It entranced her, she could only stand over his body watching with a blank look. 

Her eyes found the picture once again. Guilt poked its head and Mars remembered that he was normal before all this. 

This was his house. He lived here, making coffee and eggs in the mornings. He had a wife. The woman in the photo sported a shiny ring and there were more portraits of them stuck to the fridge. One in particular stuck out, the white dress had lured Mars’s gaze. He was a father or was going to be at least. 

The overwhelming feeling of guilt swirled in her stomach and Marleen dropped both frying pan and knife to sprint to the sink. 

She curled over and heaved everything she had eaten into the metal tub. Images of a happy couple played in her mind and she threw up again, this time bile that burned her throat.

The rush of life saving adrenaline was beginning to wear off and the fragile young woman couldn’t stop the tears from coming. Not just silent tears, full on sobbing. At one point her legs became jelly like and she crumbled to the floor. Her knees bent up into her chest and she held herself, it felt as though if she didn’t she might physically fall apart. 

Time was indiscernible, she might have sat there for minutes or even hours but there was no way of telling. 

Marleen was only 20 years old, she came from a loving happy family, she was a pretty blonde cheerleader in high school- she had certainly never killed anyone. Even if that someone was cannibalistic and trying to kill her. 

This feeling, the guilt; it made her sick. If she had anything left in her she might vomit again, but her stomach was empty and her body was shattered- physically and mentally. 

Her sobs had quietened down to sniffles and uneven breathing but she couldn’t bear to move from her spot. 

Marleen spent the remainder of the night unmoved from her place. Curled in a ball by the sink cabinet, next to the body of a man she had just killed. 

She wanted to reason with herself, it wasn’t her fault because this man was sick. He had whatever rage virus was taking over the world and if she hadn’t killed him, she too would have it. She was only protecting herself. 

But then Mars thought of him, his wife, his child. She didn’t want to be in this house anymore. They had bought it with the goal of spending their lives here, making memories. And she had tainted it with a brutal murder. 

It wasn't his fault he got sick, he didn’t ask for any of this. If he wasn’t infected with this cannibalistic disease he never would have attacked her. He was just a normal guy, he had a job, friends, family and now- he was nothing. 

Her thoughts turned to her own family. All she wanted was to be with them, to know if they were okay during these crazy times. Mars prayed her parents were alive, she prayed for her brothers to be surviving. 

She couldn’t bring herself to even think about her young niece and nephew. That would result in heartbreak, those kids were the closest thing she had to her own. She needed to focus on something else, anything else. 

Illinois. She had to make it to Illinois, survive long enough to reach her family home and find out for herself how her family was doing. 

The house she grew up in was semi rural. A lifestyle farm house but not a working farm. Sure, her mum had chickens and a vegetable garden but that was about it. Her dad was a very capable man, he was smart and knew a lot about camping, outdoors and survival. 

If anyone could make it through this violent spreading illness it was him. And he was a real family man, he would look after everyone, keep them safe. 

Marleen knew in her heart that her family were still alive, she just knew it. 

The room had slowly lightened which was Mars’s only indicator that time had indeed passed. Morning had come just like always, the only difference was now Mars had blood on her hands and a new purpose. 

Survive. 

an: Poor Marleen! She's really going through it, someone give this girl a break!

Sol ☀️

[milky-shea]

Sister hairstyle swap ✨

[cameron-s-gaskins]

Decided to make a Life on Mars/Doctor Who crossover comic, about Sam being the Master, that no one asked for and is about 15 years too late 😂

Chapter 1 is almost done, I’ll hopefully have it posted here and on AO3 in the next week. Thinking of naming it “Sam Tyler Doesn’t Exist.” First chapter will stand alone, but I’ve written a script for a second chapter already. Mostly ignores Ashes to Ashes, and anything after series 4 of Doctor Who.

Gosh!

[nthdoctor]

part 2 of life on mars x the onion (?) bcs I think I’m hilarious

[kaibaspuppy]

these fucking guys