#post legacy sam

[iamnoprogram]

//starter for @riinzler

Sam’s hands shook, straining as the firewall she had thrown up started to crack, the weight of the horde of gridbugs pounding against it started to overpower it, and Sam didn’t have the energy reserves to continue to repair it.

God she was so stupid. Going out into a highly unstable section of a city known to be swarming with occasional hordes of gridbugs alone? Idiot!

On the other side of the screen it had only been about two months since the Reintegration, but here in The Grid it’s been longer, and progress of rebuilding has been painfully slow. Between widespread code instabilities, remaining cells of Occupation sympathizers trying to regain control, city rebuilding, energy shortages, literally anything going on in Purgos, and not to mention the absolute media nightmare the press has been on about over the hasty non-explanation explanation of her lengthy disappearance, everyone has been spread thin. And Sam didn’t want to spread anyone any thinner than they needed to, not when she could always carry some more weight.

Her back hit the wall she had stupidly cornered herself into. Rookie mistake. She knew better than that. But that didn’t really matter right now did it? Another crack formed in the firewall and a few gridbugs started digging their legs into the cracks to widen them.

Sam let out a breath and grabbed her disc off her back and reactivated her helmet.

Well… this was either going to be a new record of grid bugs derezzed or a very, very embarrassingly stupid way to die.

[rexwrendraws]

My contribution to the Daft Punk: ANTHROPOLOGY (insta / twt) , a retrospective zine following Daft Punk's history! 🥏 This is my tribute to Daft Punk's TRON: Legacy soundtrack :]

[becauseofthebowties]

8.21 - The Great Escapist

[iamnoprogram]

“Not a problem. Geez! You’re drenched!”

Sam responded, closing the door behind her once Ed was inside and locking it. Her own hoodie was a bit soaked from her brief outing, but it was clear from how thoroughly drenched Ed was that he had been out there for quite a while. Had it really been raining this hard for long?

“Hold on, let me get you some towels.”

She put up a hand to motion for him to stay put. Though most of the arcade machines were covered, there were a few that weren’t and she didn’t really want them to get wet and risk damaging them. (She had been messing around with them during her free time, restoring a few of them. She didn’t really know why, she didn’t really plan or think about reopening the arcade, probably nostalgia…).

As she walked towards the stairway leading up to the loft, Marvin seemingly materialized out of thin air at the bottom of the stairway, completely ignoring her in favor of walking up to the newcomer.

“Come on Marv, not now bud.”

She scooped up the little Boston Terrier easily with one hand. He wiggled a bit at first before settling down and allowing himself to be taken away. Although Marvin was friendly, Sam figured Ed probably didn’t want the little dog jumping up and pawing at his legs right now. So she carried him up with her as she went to grab some towels.

(Combining: GUEST :  for one muse to offer the other a place to stay. STORM :  for both muses to find shelter from a severe storm. Same universe as prev Ed and Sam rp?)

Sam had been tucked away in the basement of The Arcade, coding on The Grid’s terminal, so she didn’t hear the sound of the rain right away. When she did however it snapped her out of her trance. A jolt of slight panic coursing through her. The bike!

She raced up the stairs, pushing away the TRON machine she had moved back into place behind her so that Marvin didn’t wander in when she was working, and raced past the other covered, but no longer dusty, cabinet machines in the arcade till she was at the door, swiftly unlocking it. She paused under the covered threshold of the entrance when she saw just how much water was falling out of the sky. That was definitely one hell of a storm.

Well. It’s not like she was going anywhere anytime soon.

She flipped her hood up and walked out to the street towards her Dad’s… well her, Ducati now, kicking up the kickstand and grabbing onto the handlebars to walk it under the covered threshold. She lifted her head up when she heard the shuffling of feet and some splashes nearby. At first she didn’t recognize him through the rain until he got a bit closer. She lifted one of her arms, waving it slightly as she called out to be heard over the pounding of raindrops and howling wind.

“Ed! Hey! Over here!”

She rested the Ducati against the wall, still waving with her hand as she held open the door of the arcade to invite him inside.

@iamnoprogram

It was one of those days where Ed couldn't go home. One of the days where he was afraid of what he might do if he left his thoughts to wander. Usually he would stay at the office and code until he passed out at at the keyboard, but his meeting with Mackey earlier that day had been... it had been a lot of things, but certainly not good. Draining, mostly. And for reasons Ed wasn't quite sure of, it brought up old ghosts that Ed still couldn't put to rest. They were the sort of ghosts that made his office, which was normally a refuge, feel downright oppressive.

He'd hoped that a long walk would exhaust him enough that he could go home and pass out as as soon as he got to bed.

He'd been walking for about an hour and a half when the storm hit. It was one of those rare deluges came so suddenly, and so intensely, that LA's near non-existent storm drainage system quickly overflowed and flooded the streets. The kind he'd only seen a handful of times in the twenty-some-odd years he'd lived there.

Between the dark, and the rain fogging up his glasses, he had pocketed the glasses in hopes of preserving them when he inevitably tripped over his feet, and resigned himself to shuffling blindly back toward the tower and his car.

Not that he had any idea whether it would be better to go home or stay at the office.

He hadn't been walking back long when he heard someone calling his name, though it had still been long enough that he was thoroughly drenched, and shivering mildly from the cold. He froze in place on the sidewalk, having to take a moment to identify her by voice, since he was all but entirely blind.

"...Sam?" he asked, then realizing where he was, and that she was the only person likely to be there. He glanced both directions, and, seeing no lights, nor hearing any vehicles (there rarely were; this part of town had been all but abandoned since he was in middle school), shuffled across the street, navigating toward Sam by voice alone.

"Hi Sam," he said awkwardly, stepping under the eaves. "Uh, thanks," he said awkwardly, hesitantly following her into the Arcade.

[finalgirlsamwinchester]

john @ sam

[doks-aux]

God, I love BellHands. This ship does not exist. Sam is not in this show. He will probably never be in this show. If he is, he probably won’t look like Jemaine Clement or Matt Berry or Rahul Kohli or any of our fanart. He almost definitely won’t be Izzy’s long-lost husband or newfound love or childhood friend or old rival. There is absolutely no basis for any of this. There are novel-length fanfics. There are common tropes and shared fanon. There are three pages on AO3. That’s more than there are for Izzy with some canon characters. This ship does not exist. This is a shared fever dream. This is our OTP.

[nonbinaryeddiekaspbrak]

sam goode /// the first friend, the techie

[samssims]

I love how soft your legacy screenshots look 10/10 I'm so invested now I have to go read it back from the beginning

This is so sweet! I am really loving the vibe of this gameplay and it has made this project just so easy and so much fun! I am so glad to see others enjoying it!

I do hope you have fun going through it! If you want to go back to the VERY beginning you can start with just one bite -> 🍎

If you are interested in other princesses, try these emojis instead:

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[lesbiansamgoode]

the more i think about it the more i feel like sam and sarah are two sides of the same coin in book 1, they both hate living in paradise but they take it in completely different directions

sam goes down the path of conspiracy theories about aliens and while this is largely in part because of malcolm’s disappearance, i feel like being the weird kid in a small rural town also pushed him towards it. being stuck in the middle of nowhere with no friends and no answers to what happened to his dad likely really messed with his head, and since we know he was really into sci-fi stuff (iirc he had a star wars poster in his bedroom which is really funny to me because luke was in the exact same situation in a new hope) it was probably the first thing that felt familiar to him. i feel like it probably turned into a cycle; he got deeper into alien conspiracy theories, he became more ostracised for it, and with nothing better to do he dug deeper.

sarah, on the other hand, tried to make the most of her situation. she tried to be the stereotypical small town popular girl, she became cheerleading captain, she dated the footballer, she did everything “right” but she was never really happy. so she tried to be more herself, she took up photography, she volunteered for the animal shelter in colorado(?) and tried to be a better person, but she still never really felt happy in paradise.

both of them wanted a more exciting life than the one they got in paradise, even if sam was more overt about it; that’s what made john so appealing to them both, he was probably the only kid in their school who spent a large portion of his life outside of paradise and to them he represented the world outside of their small town.

i’m not sure how to end this off so yeah

[ahaura]

my father’s chosen country, my origin.

Frank Bidart, Half-Light: Collected Poems (1965–2016), “California Plush”

[iamnoprogram]

New York

“New York huh? I’ve only been there once. I think I was fifteen? Alan and Lora had a business conference they had to attend there for some reason, don’t really remember why or what for.

I had to come with because there was no one else left to watch me. Pretty sure Grandma died a year before.

But they made the trip a nice one. Nothing too fancy. We walked around Central Park and got to go up to the Empire State Building’s observation deck. It was nice. Definitely simpler times…”

[graedari]

Jordan Canas-Flynn, you were a plot device character created for Legacy, but god dammit if that doesn't make you my favorite character now

[Image ID in alt]

[nico-di-genova]

Tron introducing people to his funky little family:

This is my adopted son Beck who I trained to lead a revolution, and whose fighting skills have surpassed mine in nearly every way.

This is my adopted daughter Quorra, who is also my friend’s adopted daughter, who is also a sentient program that is the last of her kind. She is incredibly smart and skilled in ways that we programs or humans cannot possibly understand.

This is Sam. He broke his arm falling out of a light jet because he wanted to see how many barrel rolls he could do. His best friend is a dog.

[orbitsuns]

rainy days 🌧

[miraclequorra]

Everyone read this quote from a 2010 interview with the costumer designer for Tron: Legacy about Garrett Hedlund’s costume hahahaha:

“You know, I remember at the beginning, when I was sculpting Sam’s costume, there was a conversation on how much we show his glutes, or his butt. I think doing a great male physique was really critical, and we have an actor who has that. But there was a conversation about the crotch area. You do have to be mindful of it not being the focus of the film.”

[inquisitor-of-hearts]

No Place Like Home (4)

Sam Drake/Reader

Sam brings you back home to meet his family but it's only the start of your relationship and the many feelings that come with it.

Spoilers for all of Uncharted. A sequel to Where No Man Goes.

Rating: Mature (Teen for this chapter)

Word Count: 1,910

Link to Where No Man Goes

Chapter 1 Chapter 2 Chapter 3

on Ao3

The keys in Nathan’s hand find their way to the side table in the hall after he closes the door behind him.

“You let them go?”

Elena stands leaning against the door frame across from him. He watches her, a sense of guilt in his eyes.

“Well, yeah”

“Just like that?”

He shrugs.

“What was I supposed to do?”

“Talk some sense into him maybe? He’s your brother.”

“Elena, you don’t understand this”

“I do. And I can tell where this is going.”

He sighs, walking towards her.

“You know how we are. You know how he is. If he’s set his mind onto something, he is going to do it. It doesn’t matter what I or anyone says.”

“Yeah, I know. The same way you always did.”

There is a hint of sadness in her gaze, and then in his, too. He takes a few steps further towards her, his hands on her soothingly.

“Look he’s going to be fine. Don’t worry about him.”

Elena shakes her head.

“What about her?”

Nathan averts his gaze, his hand running down her arm, at last letting go.

“I was worried about that, too.”

“I remember the countless times I was worried sick about you. But you always went. You always got yourself into one trouble or another.”

“Elena, come on…”

“No” She slaps his hand away gently as he is about to hold onto her arm again and turns away.

“You’re still mad about that? That was years ago”

She huffs as she walks towards the kitchen, her arms crossed in front of her as her back leans against the counter.

“I can’t believe you and your brother do this. You don’t care about getting innocent people drawn into things like that. You didn’t care how many times you got me worried. It was horrible.”

“Wait a minute now” He walks after her, raising his hands defensively, “I’ve always tried to keep you safe.”

Elena’s hand runs over her face, contemplating.

“I just don’t understand you.”

“I told you I tried to talk to him” Nathan reassures her, “I can’t tell him what to do. And if she wants to tag along, she’s probably just as stubborn as you always were. I know he wouldn’t force her.”

She chuckles a little.

“I don’t know how I got through all of this with you.”

“Yeah me neither.” He smiles at her, overcoming the distance between them. His hands find her slowly, cautiously touching her hips and waist.

“It’s not our concern now, okay? They’ll be fine. Sam knows what he’s doing.”

“You sure?”

“Oh-- absolutely” he nods, “And I just need you to not think about that and be all relaxed and happy now.”

“All relaxed and happy, huh?” She snorts. “And why is that?”

“Well because I’m your husband” He says matter-of-factly, almost too believable, “And I’ve got to take care of you even more now.”

“I’m glad you’ve finally gotten to your senses.” A smile appears upon her lips, but vanishes soon. “I just hope your brother will get there, too. But you know what? At least he’s not taking his sweet time with her. He just takes her along.”

“Oh seriously now?” Nathan moans. “Aren’t you forgetting something? He was locked up all this time. He has no time to lose. Besides, he’s older.”

Elena smirks.

“He’s wiser, too. He probably knows he shouldn’t let a good thing go. Not for years, anyway.”

“Come on, you’re not really still mad about that, are you?”

“I kind of am. Always was. But I’ve got no way out now” she says and pushes herself away from the counter. Nathan’s hands raise but drop again, defeated when he lets her go upstairs without further protest.

You drag your suitcase over the carpet in the hallway and into the motel room. Sam stores the keys of the rental car in his pocket and follows you, unlocking and then closing the door behind the two of you. With a sigh you sit down on the bed. The dry heat of the desert strains your eyes a little and you close them, the back of your hand rubbing over them gently. Sam steps towards the side of the bed, pulling the covers back. Your turn your head to him.

“What are you up to?”

“Just checking for bed bugs quickly”

“Oh”

“Yeah, wouldn’t want my princess to get bitten by anyone other than me. Chivalrous, ain’t I?”

“As always.” You chuckle.

When he pulls the covers back more, you get up to let him check the whole bed and sit down in the armchair at the other side of the room, looking out of the window and watching the cars parked and a few people passing by.

“So you said that meet up is tomorrow, right?”

“You can’t come” he says firmly, without hesitation and you look at him speechless.

“I haven’t even--”

“No, listen, this isn’t up for debate. I took you with me and you’re here now. But that’s as far as I will go.”

He pulls the covers over the bed again and turns towards his duffel bag, unzipping it as he sorts through his things. You had never experienced him this cold and your heart sinks a little.

“But-- we’re in this together” you protest, looking at him, hoping he’d turn around. But he does not.

“We are, but this is off limits. I am not going to risk your life. You are way too precious for that.”

A broken off gasp off surprise comes past your lips.

“My life? How dangerous is this little trip of yours exactly?”

“Dangerous enough. Which is why I didn’t want you to come.”

“Sam” you say in an accusing tone and get up, walking up to him, grabbing his arm as he still does not turn around. He stops in his tracks, dropping the shirt in his hands back into the bag, then slowly turning around to you. His face is emotionless.

“I told you. No more negotiations.” he insists calmly.

“You’re acting like I’m not part of this.”

“You aren’t. Because I don’t want you in danger.”

“Excuse me? I--” You point towards yourself “was the one who stole what you needed.”

He takes a step towards you, his eyes dark, almost intimidating as he looks down at you.

“And it was easier and safer that way.” he explains still softly. “Now it’s safer for you to stay here.”

“Why do you act like you could have done it all alone?” You match his calm tone, but your gaze is defiant.

“Because I could have.”

You look away. It was true. And you would have never seen him again. You meet his stern gaze once more and finally go back to the arm chair, kicking off your shoes and curling up on it, holding onto your legs as you look out the window again. Sam watches for a while, then comes up to you.

“Baby” his hands settle on the armrests as he hovers above you, “You gotta understand I just want the best for you.”

“I was part of this. And now you cut me out.”

“You’re still part of this. I’m not abandoning you, I’m coming back. I just don’t want you in danger.”

You finally look up.

“What’s holding you back?”

“What’s--? What’s holding me back from what?”

“What’s holding you back from just running away without me?”

“Not that again” He sighs heavily and pushes himself off the armchair.

“Yes, that again” you say, your legs lowered. “I did the work. I put my neck out there for you. And now you’re so reluctant to take me? Now you want to pull it through on your own.”

Sam sighs wearily, his hand holding onto his face. He watches you in defeat.

“So let’s get this straight. You want me to take you there. You, someone who isn’t experienced in negotiating with these kinds of people. You, who they even might take as a means to pressure me and hold you at gunpoint?”

“Yes” You answer without thinking, then frown. “No… I mean--”

“Do you get it now?”

“I-- I didn’t--” You are at a loss for words. Sam kneels down in front of your seat and takes your hand.

“This isn’t a fun trip or adventure. This is dealing with ruthless people. I can’t let them know my weakness. And my weakness is you.”

You freeze, the hair on your skin standing upright from the intensity. His thumb rubbing softly over the back of your hand only adding to it.

“I’m sorry. I just-- I can’t stand the thought of you being out there and me not knowing what’s going to happen. From what you’re telling me these people aren’t exactly safe to deal with.”

Sam chuckles.

“Okay let’s say I take you. What would you do? Call the police? These people will have me buried 6 feet underground before you can even dial the number.”

“I don’t know. There has to be something I can do. We’re a team. I’m your partner, ain’t I?”

Sam breathes out heavily in defeat, getting up and facing the window now.

“You are.” he finally agrees. “I don’t trust anyone but you.”

You watch his profile, his gaze fixed on the parking lot outside.

“You know how to use a gun?”

Your heart skips a beat.

“Are you serious?”

He turns around, walking over to his bag where he pulls out a hard-sided container from beneath his folded shirt and opens it, pulling out the guns he brought. He unloads one of them, walks back to you and twists it around so that the handle faces you.

“So you are serious?” You check, your innocent gaze on him.

“You can come. But only if you take one of these. I’ll park the car somewhere off the main street. But you absolutely can’t get out.”

“Okay, I won’t. But--” You still look at the weapon, not daring to take it. He eventually puts it down on the table next to you, his hand contemplatively running over his lips and chin.

“I don’t want to do this. I don’t want to bring you into this mess.”

“I already am in it though. I was in it from long before.”

“I know” he speaks with a heavy heart. “And I’m sorry.”

Something in you moves and you lean forward, putting your arms around his waist. He hugs you tightly.

“I don’t think you should go” he whispers, his voice barely audible.

“I just want you to know that I’ve got your back.”

“I’d rather have you stay safe here though.”

“I’ll be okay. I’ll wait in the car. I promise. But uhm, actually… you’ll have to teach me how to use it. Just in case.”

“Just in case. Alright” He leans back with a soft chuckle, taking your hand in his. “Let’s go, I’ll show you now before it gets dark.”

As the evening sun sets, you get into the sheets with Sam after a quick shower, your hand running down his arm as you face his back. You can tell by how quiet he is that things are still on his mind. He turns around a little eventually, and when your hand reaches his, he grasps it and turns on his back, pulling you into his embrace. Your head leans against his shoulder and he pats it softly, his fingers running along your hair.