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tellescope · 11 months

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Since it's not always made obvious in-game, especially since some facts only come to light in BS2's multiplayer (which is ever harder to get a match in, let alone progress lore), and my Atlas is AU to begin with, I feel I should elaborate on what I mean when I say in his page that he's done some "horrific things" in his life.

This is long as I'm also providing elaboration for those unfamiliar with BioShock so they can truly understand the reasoning for and scope of these atrocities.

I reiterate before you read this that Atlas is now a changed man. He heavily regrets what he has done and is trying to atone.

First up, the Kashmir. This fancy restaurant reserved for Rapture's upper crust was the host of a grand New Year's Eve party meant to ring in 1959. This was known long in advance so the rich folks could make their reservations. Everyone who was anyone was going to be there, particularly since Andrew Ryan himself was supposed to give a speech.

Atlas was in prison at the time, locked up with his and Fontaine's followers in the Fontaine Department Store building that had been separated from the rest of the city, supposedly on charges of dissent. But Johnny had found a radio and with some work Atlas had learned the right frequencies to get info from his folks back in Rapture that hadn't been found out. He learned of the Kashmir's party plans. And he realized this was the perfect setup.

Rapture had been simmering, tensions between the upper crust and the poor bubbling away for a long time, finally coming to a head where if they didn't do something soon they'd never be able to. The upper crust needed to see that the class divide was bullshit, that Rapture was supposed to be a utopia away from all that, where everyone could thrive. And at this point the only thing that would ever open their eyes to the people they trod upon were drastic measures.

Sure, they could've tried peacefully. Stage a protest and blockade the party or something. But would that really have won them anything? Just annoyance and more sweeping under the rug. No, they'd done enough protests with no results. This was war. And his followers agreed.

His followers may have been the ones to plant the bombs, but the plan was his. So when they went off the blame fell to Atlas. And rightly so. Atlas was responsible for all the lives lost when the restaurant exploded.

And that kicked off the civil war in full.

"NEW YEAR'S NIGHTMARE -- Terrorists Bomb Kashmir … Death Toll Rising!" "'FOR FONTAINE!' -- Atlas Lays Claim to Kashmir… 'Ryan doesn't own us', declares Rebel Leader." "WAR!… Atlas Declared Public Enemy #1 as Fighting Takes to Streets!"

Rapture Standard newspaper headlines after the bombing. He would go on to take more lives during the war.

Next, the Little Sisters. These girls were the results of Tenenbaum's and Suchong's awful experiments. They had the sea slug that produces ADAM implanted in their stomach lining, as experiments showed that made the slug produce more. This process changed them, turning their skin a deathly pallor and their eyes a haunting yellow. They were conditioned, brainwashed, into seeing the city as a happy utopia where they would follow their fathers around to help the sleeping angels. In reality they were extracting ADAM from corpses by stabbing them with needle-like collectors to recycle it in their body so the city always had a fresh supply of the drug that gave people the upper-hand. They suffered and were used as tools in the war. As Elizabeth notes, "This world values children, not childhood."

It was godawful but unless you were spliced out of your mind on ADAM you left the girls alone. Their protectors, the Big Daddies, men turned to monsters forever stuck in massive diving suits armed with enormous drills and nothing left of their minds save for 'protect the girl', enforced that idea. Going after a Little Sister for her ADAM was not only suicide, but a monstrous thing; you're killing a child.

By this point in the war Moira and Patrick had been murdered as retaliation for the Kashmir and Atlas was seeing red. The only thing left in his life was this battle, and by god he was not going down without a fight. His followers needed ADAM. And they had people to spare.

He would map the vent system the girls used and periodically organize raids on common Big Daddy routes. He didn't see the Little Sisters as children anymore. Given what was done to them he saw them as monsters. He says as much to Tenenbaum directly in-game; ❝Took fine little girls and turned 'em into that, didn't ya?❞ So, if they aren't innocent little girls anymore, if they're just creatures who have ADAM, then it's fine. It's all fine. And his side has people to spare.

The raiding parties would go after Big Daddies to get at their Little Sisters. And it would cost them heavily. "We lost McGee, Epstein, and Valette." Diane once reported to Atlas after such a raid. And this was the norm. But in return they had captured a Little Sister for her ADAM.

Do you know how to get ADAM from a Little Sister? Ideally you'd wait for her to regurgitate it. But that doesn't get you much and you'd have to let her go again to get more. If you want a ton of ADAM and are short on time and morals, you kill the girl for the slug and get it direct from the source.

"How do you wage war against Ryan?… He is the Plasmid Industry… Atlas says Ryan's weapons only work if he's got ammo, but I'm afraid to ask what he means…" - Michael Tobet

Plus as he hinted at with Michael this method means that the enemy can't get any of that ADAM. You've taken it from them. A step toward victory.

Atlas was responsible for knowingly sending people to their death, and murdering children.

"CHILD KILLER!… Little Sister Attacks on the Rise … Atlas to Blame!" - Newspaper headline

In relation to the killing of Little Sisters, he also inadvertently drove a woman to suicide over it.

"I know we can barely feed ourselves… but I know I'll never forgive myself… What kind of mother abandons her daughter outside an orphanage?" - Elise Tobet "Michael saw Adelaide today… being led around by one of Ryan's metal monsters, drawing blood from the corpses outside the Bathysphere Station… What have they done?" - Elise Tobet "Atlas says the Little Sisters aren't girls anymore--they're Ryan's monsters… Does that make Adelaide a monster?… Because they don't sound like monsters when we take them… They cry… Lord help me, they cry…" - Michael Tobet "Everyone may cheer when we return from a raid, but no one says a word when those tiny, broken bodies start to burn." - Elise Tobet "She's watching me through the flames… The fire is too hot, Adelaide; you need to close your eyes… Stop looking at mommy… please stop looking at mommy…" - Elise Tobet "No one seems to know what happened… Atlas says Elise just walked into the fire… She didn't say a word… didn't even scream… not until the very end." - Michael Tobet

And finally, Jack. The young man whose strings Atlas pulled. You can find more details on the sort of experiments that were done to Jack over here. The most important one is the conditioning to obey any order given with a certain phrase; Would You Kindly.

Atlas did not set out to pull Jack's strings. I've established this. For a while he didn't even know what it did to Jack. It was just part of Atlas' usual lexicon and he used the phrase as normal. But after a few incidents of noticing odd behavior after it he paid more attention. He eventually figured it out. He may not have known why the phrase worked like that, why Jack obeyed anything accompanying those words without question, but he knew it happened. And he used that to his advantage.

He told himself it was only for emergencies. If the situation was dire and Jack really needed to get his ass in gear or shit was gonna go sideways, then he'd use it. Like when they were running out of air because Arcadia was dying; he used the phrase on an exhausted Jack to force him to get moving with the Lazarus Vector that would save them.

There were several other moments like this. It wasn't often but Atlas did knowingly and willingly use Jack's trigger phrase to control him. Around the last third of the game when Jack gets cured of his conditioning Atlas apologizes, but it caused a rift for a bit.

He still feels he owes Jack for that and has been attempting to repay the lad ever since.

As said on his page Atlas has enough skeletons that his closet is close to bursting. But he's changed since then. He truly regrets it all and is trying to atone.

But even so, he's still convinced he doesn't deserve redemption.

#{{ hold the line; this is how we'll be defined | HEADCANONS: ATLAS }}#gore tw #body horror tw #violence tw #human experimentation tw #bombing tw #child abuse tw #child death tw #murder tw #suicide tw #mind control tw #brainwashing tw #burning tw #immolation tw #//Good god I think this is the most trigger warnings I've ever had to put on a post.#//If you're not reading the post and are just checking the stuff above the readmore and these tags I just wanna say #He's not responsible for everything you see tagged here. Some of the tags are just because they're mentioned in relation to something.

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tellescope · 1 year

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//I realize 'Sinday' was yesterday but I don't care that I'm late, have these today.

I don't write smut on this blog and that will never change. But I do have a few muses who would be willing and for those if it ever came about I would fade-to-black. Below are a few details on them regarding those potential situations. Nothing too lewd, I assure you, but I'm tagging it anyway.

I reiterate that I won't be writing the actual act with anyone. I will write the lead-up but the actual moment will be a fade-to-black. This is a reference post for if our muses ever get that far, so you know how it probably went on my muse's half during that fade, thus we're on the same page when we pick back up after.

He has no idea that some mortals do this for fun rather than just breeding. But should he learn that fact he would definitely be interested in trying it with his romantic partner if they're willing. Especially Palkia if he's reconciled with them, because as stated in his page he's got a massive crush.

Regardless of who it's with it would be in his human form as his natural state doesn't have the required parts and let's be real, a 17ft dinosaur is not a great partner for that even if he did. He would also change said parts to be whatever his partner desires.

He's also a bottom. This may seem odd given his god status and frequent holier-than-thou attitude, but that's actually part of the reason. He is at the top of the pecking order and he knows it. To have someone above him (this time literally as well) is a change of pace, and to have them use that status for his pleasure rather than to put him down (as the only other person in that position -Arceus- ever did) is a very pleasant change of pace. He would find he greatly enjoys this dynamic.

He would be a bit rough. Not enough to hurt his partner if they're not god-levels of durable, but definitely rough. And he would appreciate his partner do the same. He likes it visceral. He's unfamiliar with kinks but would definitely be willing to try whatever his partner wants. He may not be the best partner in terms of skill but he's definitely passionate.

❝And may I say how refreshing it is to finally see you in a video with your clothes on, Sir?❞

Jarvis is quite familiar with how it works thanks to Tony's playboy tendencies, and would be willing to partake if his partner wanted to. It would be a bit unusual with him however. He's seen the act but never done it himself before, so despite his knowledge he has no actual first-hand experience, and depending on the verse the process and his role differs greatly.

In his human verse he's definitely a bottom as he's completely new to the sensations and will basically melt in your hands as you guide him along. Also vanilla please because as said he's brand new and actually partaking is rather overwhelming. He won't be able to give as good as he gets but he'll certainly try.

In his android verse he has a body but not those specific parts so he and his partner would have to get a little creative and thus he's more open to a few basic kinks here. Definitely a switch here as he's well-versed in how to assist his partner, but would want the same level of effort in return. Doing so would as said require some creativity. If he trusts you to this level however he would be open to your suggestions, and a bit of wireplay would probably go well.

For his AI verse he's far more open to kinks as his partner would have to be okay with a certain level of creativity since he has no physical body other than the Iron Man suits and the machines in the lab. And unless you're Tony he's not going to sully the suits in such a manner. So I hope one of your kinks is being a machine-fucker. Luckily there's a broad range of options at his disposal for that (don't worry he'll help sanitize everything), and he's definitely a top here so be prepared for him to take charge and aim to fluster you. The suit-removal machine seen in IM1 (& I'm certain there would be an equivalent in later settings) would be his option of choice with its many maneuverable limbs that can reach all over a person's body.

In all verses he'll also be extremely attentive afterward, keeping an eye on you to make sure you're all right if things went that direction, checking that you had a good time as well, and helping to clean any mess that was made.

❝Sleep, is the tricky one. As is intercourse, both verbal and physical.❞

He's had a kid. He's no stranger to this. That said, things were different back then. His current condition makes this a bit difficult given the fact that he literally dies every twenty-one minutes. He'll set the revival time to seconds but there would still be a death. Also the AED is very much a clunky obstacle but he dares not set it aside, even if leaving the patches intact, because of fear that the patches may dislodge and that would be fatal.

So doing this with him would require you be willing to work around the AED which is probably uncomfortable, and that you either be quick or willing to stop/pause/pull out when those twenty-one minutes roll around as I'm pretty sure your muse isn't into necrophilia. Even if they are however he'd rather they not try, as he can't consent when he's dead and them attempting would be an immediate deal-breaker.

Those two major obstacles are born of the same cause that his partner must always keep in mind; he's got heart problems. You have to be gentle. He's also a rather vanilla person in bed anyway. He would be willing to hear his partner out if they wanted to suggest something kinky, but there's no guarantee he'd be willing to try it. Again, bedroom activities with him have to be gentle. That doesn't mean he's not good at it, he is experienced after all, it just means you have to be accepting of a softer level of it.

Also he's only ever been with one person before and that was his wife, so if his current partner is a man (or has those parts) he would need some guiding. Not to mention he flusters rather easily, likely to become a blushing mess in bed, even more so with a partner that would need to guide him along.

He's also the type to check in during it all, stuttering a bit as he makes certain you're enjoying yourself just as much, though will be too worn out right after to help clean and/or help you unless you give him a bit.

Another muse who's no stranger to this. Obviously he's not available as a ghost, but for his living verses it's an option. I also seriously doubt he'll catch this level of feelings for anyone but Joy, but the possibility is there.

Regardless of who it is, if he's close enough to his partner to want this, they'll have to be willing to accept that he is a shy, vanilla man regarding bedroom activities. He could be completely head-over-heels for you and still never suggest it. You have to be the one to bring it up, to initiate.

It may be awkward because as I said, he's shy about the subject, and you have to take charge. Definitely a nervous bottom, following you as you lead. But even so he's not open to anything kinky, sorry. Basics only, thank you. You're already flustering him as-is.

Having already done this with Joy doesn't make him any more confident about it. Which may be surprising given he's actually quite good. Your muse will need to lead but that doesn't mean he'll be slacking, oh no. He does his part and does it well. He's just embarrassed about the whole situation, even if he's enjoying it.

Which means he's also gonna check and recheck during it all, confirming you're still okay with this rather often (though will stop if you ask), and continue to be both attentive and embarrassed afterward, an awkward mess as he helps you get fixed up and then move on like it never happened. Now don't assume that attitude is because it meant nothing to him, no on the contrary it meant everything, he's just not the type to talk about it unless prompted.

And yet another dad with experience. He has to be attached to someone, to actually have feelings for them before he'll take this step, despite his wanton flirting with anyone he finds attractive. Plus he still hasn't completely gotten over the loss of his wife Moira, so things are complicated.

That said, should it ever come about, Atlas is a leader in more than just the revolutionary sense. He's very much the type to take charge in the bedroom. He will of course be considerate of his partner's needs, but he gets a thrill out of having the upper hand.

He also tends to play rough. He's scrappy and had a boxing hobby; he likes getting visceral, and this carries over. This doesn't mean he's an overly-aggressive dom or anything, just that he likes to lead and if given enthusiastic consent is definitely the type to shove you against a wall or over a table or something. Expect a messy room.

In contrast to the rough and passionate whirlwind he can be during the act, he's much softer afterward, very attentive and gentle with his partner to ensure they're alright and happy.

#suggestive tw #{{ old myths and legends | HEADCANONS: DIALGA }}#{{ nothing could ever stop us from stealing our own place in the sun | HEADCANONS: JARVIS }}#{{ covered in scars but roses are coming through the cracks | HEADCANONS: HEARTMAN }}#{{ you underestimate my sorrow; all the wreckage of my life | HEADCANONS: SORROW }}#{{ hold the line; this is how we'll be defined | HEADCANONS: ATLAS }}#//And this is probably all you'll ever get from me on the subject. Or at least this level of vagueness is as detailed as I'm willing to get #//I'm ace. My mind does not usually go here. But these particular muses are willing and have info and I felt I should get it out there.#//I reiterate that I'm ace. So if I messed up terminology or something please forgive me.#//If I need to be corrected just correct the term. I *really* don't want the details.

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tellescope · 1 year

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What does your heart look like?

Tagged by: @earthssprout Tagging: Anyone interested!

A guiding, golden light

Just because you cannot see your own heart doesn't mean that others can't. Your heart is blinding, captivating, a fire so bright that others can't bring themselves to look away. It illuminates the path they follow and cements you as a guiding star for their own wayward hearts. Every experience you've lived through has built your lighthouse heart up just a little higher. You are inspirational, a light that doesn't go out.

Iced over, out of the sun

Your heart is very lonely, isn't it? Is your fortress of ice self-made? Are others afraid of you, or are you afraid of them? Are you afraid of hurting them, or of being hurt? Vulnerability and connection can be frightening, but that's no reason to shy away from their light, to tuck yourself small into corners, to build up frigid walls to keep yourself from feeling. You will heal when you allow yourself to draw closer to the flames and thaw.

Broken, missing pieces that once were there

Your heart has been torn before, chipped and maybe even shattered. Some pieces will never be recovered, and you are shaped by the loss. But it can still be shaped into something tangible, something good, even with its flaws and imperfections. You don't have to do all the work of rebuilding by yourself. Allow other hands to leave their fingerprints on the new heart you create from the remnants.

A compass that doesn't waver

You are someone who is certain of what you want. Maybe you always have been, or maybe you made a discovery that you haven't been able to tear your eyes away from. Your heart is set and certain. You fight endlessly for your goals. Above all else, you know who you are and what you are trying to achieve. Just be careful not to tear yourself or others apart in pursuit of your ideals.

#{{ the wandering stars are still finding your dust from afar | HEADCANONS: MARIA }}#{{ don't you know the meanings are hidden under cover? | HEADCANONS: CHELL }}#{{ hold the line; this is how we'll be defined | HEADCANONS: ATLAS }}#{{ covered in scars but roses are coming through the cracks | HEADCANONS: HEARTMAN }}#//Thanks for tagging me!

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tellescope · 1 year

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YOU HAVE BEEN DEFEATED

What items do you drop?

Part 1/?? Multiple muses under the cut:

WALLET (common): Bare-bones. A typical ID card for a Rapture citizen, several Rapture Dollars with water stains, a membership card for The Fighting McDonagh's Boxing Club, a ticket stub for the Rapture Metro for a 5pm bathysphere ride, a business card for Sinclair Spirits, and a ripped half of one for ___ Fisheries.

SHOTGUN (uncommon): Equipped with every possible upgrade offered in Rapture. It's quite worn; scratches on the tubes, chips in the wood, rust on the metal. There's a dark stain on the grip you know isn't water. It seems this gun has been through a lot with its owner.

SHORTWAVE RADIO (rare): A wooden frame, small enough to hold with one hand, but still box-like and clunky. A clip has been added to the back so it can be attached to clothing. The antenna doesn't move smoothly anymore and the audio has a static tinge, but are those signs of age or damage? There seems to be a pattern of grooves lightly carved into one side resembling tally marks, and there are quite a few.

TOY FISH (epic): Small and plastic, it seems like it could have been a children's bath toy. It's in relatively good condition, so either fairly new or well-cared for.

AUDIO DIARY (legendary): The voice in the recording is a woman with a Scottish accent. It's not meant for you, the way she sadly asks Atlas if he remembers how they met. It's not meant for you, this wife's unsent message for her husband. It's not meant for you, but you'll keep it anyway. He clearly wanted her remembered.

WEDDING RING (mythic): It's nothing fancy, just a simple silver band, but the inside has grown quite shiny from constant wear.

CIGARETTE PACK (common): A brand called Lucky Strikers. There's only one cigarette left in the box.

BANDANNA (uncommon): A navy blue color and soft, breathable fabric. The ends are somewhat tattered and the fabric is wearing thin. It must have been worn frequently.

COMBAT KNIFE (rare): Including the handle it's almost a foot long. The brown leather sheath has straps through it so it can be attached to a limb. There are minor nicks along the blade.

FLIP-PHONE (epic): The bare basics. No extra tools on it, no games, no photos from the camera. It seems it was only used for calls. The contacts menu lists five people; Consuela Alvarez, Dalton, Dave Copeland, Roddy Louiz, Venus. The last contact has no number, just the name.

PASSPORT & I.D. (legendary): Documents detailing the basics. Each marks him as a United States citizen. The passport is empty of stamps. And yes, according to these documents his real name was Snake. What kind of parent does that?

STRANGE DEVICE (mythic): A seemingly home-made mechanical device about the size of a flip-phone. It's got a single large button on one side and the back has words etched into it; PUSH TO CONTACT. You're not sure you should try it.

BLUE POWERADE (common): An oddly-shaped plastic bottle of blue liquid designating itself as a 'sports drink' flavored 'Mountain Berry Blast', whatever the hell that's supposed to taste like. Half the bottle has been drunk.

GLASSES (uncommon): A basic pair of black-framed glasses. The lenses are rather scratched up. How the hell did he see through these?

CROWBAR (rare): You can only hope the rust along it is from age, and that its pattern resembling liquid splatter is an unfortunate coincidence.

BLACK MESA I.D. (epic): A plastic identification card for a workplace. It's bent and scratched enough it probably no longer works. Apparently the owner worked in the Anomalous Materials department as a Level 3 Research Associate.

PARTY HAT (legendary): Conical, white, spiraling green stripes, it reminds you of something you'd see at a child's birthday party. It's been flattened, presumably for storage, and has some minor creases and tears.

PROSTHETIC HAND (mythic): At least it looks and feels like a prosthetic. But you can't see any joints for movement, and the part where it should attach to the arm looks disturbingly severed...

GLASSES (common): A fashionable pair of blue glasses with a mesh design on the rims. The lenses are rather thick and seem to be for a far-sighted prescription.

DRIVING GLOVES (uncommon): A pair of black fingerless gloves with holes near the knuckles. Meant to be used for driving yet the owner had no car. The material feels a bit worn.

BRIDGES PIN (rare): A golden, diamond-shaped enamel pin for a group of some kind. Beneath the name is imagery of a cobweb and above is some sort of artsy, angular design.

AED (epic): A boxy orange device with a light on the front, several straps for keeping it in place, and two wires with pads attached to the side. It seems to be an automatic defibrillator, although customized. There are options for changing the voice, the phrases it can say, usage interval times, and when reminders should trigger.

CUFFLINK (legendary): A holographic computer in the shape of a handcuff. Small crystals embedded within seem to help generate the projections, and it can be controlled with hand gestures when worn. There is a lot of data stored on the device but it's all locked behind passwords and biometrics.

FAMILY PHOTO (mythic): A trio of people on a beach on a bright, sunny day. One of them is the man you took the picture from. The others are a young woman and a girl who appears to have traits from both. His wife and daughter?

GREEN HOODIE (common): The kind that zips up in the front. Basic with no image or pattern, just a flat shade of deep green. Given how worn the fabric is the hoodie is either cheaply made, quite old, or was acquired second-hand.

NOTEPAD & PEN (uncommon): A simple, tiny pad of paper with several pages torn off and a capped pen tucked into the rings. The next page has something written on it but unfortunately it's too illegible to read.

WATER BOTTLE & SNACK (rare): A hard-plastic bottle with a cloud pattern, filled almost full with water. Found with it was a small edible item, hardly touched.

PAINT SET (epic): An acrylic paint set meant for children consisting of two connected rows of tiny, plastic tubs of paint in various colors, and two sizes of brushes. It seems the owner kept the set together by storing it all in a yellow pencil case.

LONG-FALL BOOTS (legendary): An interesting pair of tall, white-and-black heeled boots; the heels appear to be a sort of springy, metal brace meant to absorb and disperse kinetic impact.

PORTAL GUN (mythic): A white-and-black gun that feels right out of a science fiction movie. The claw-like prongs can hold an object in their grasp via energy beams, and the gun itself seems to fire connecting wormholes onto compatible surfaces. A circular logo you don't recognize is present on the side.

WRENCH (common): An old, red pipe wrench branded as 'made in Rapture'. A lot of the rust on it seems to be in a splatter pattern...

CROSSBODY BAG (uncommon): Cylindrical, dark brown, and with faded blood and water stains scattered about. It's got many pockets inside for easy sorting.

FIRST-AID KIT (rare): A small, white tin with medical supplies inside. It's dented and some of the items are in low supply or entirely missing.

CANDY BARS (epic): A stack of candy bars kept together by the poorly-tied wrapper of a presumably eaten one. Was he saving them for later or for someone else?

SHORTWAVE RADIO (legendary): A wooden frame, small enough to hold with one hand, but still box-like and clunky. A clip has been added to the back so it can be attached to clothing. It's got minor nicks and dents all over, even a few odd stains and an electrical scorch mark. Despite the damage it seems to function just fine, though audio has a slight static tinge.

WALLET (mythic): A basic foldable wallet made of dark brown leather that's rather worn. Inside are a few dollars of both the Rapture and American kind, a plane ticket, and a black-and-white family photo. The owner is not present in the picture but presumably some relatives are; a middle-aged straight couple and an older man.

#{{ hold the line; this is how we'll be defined | HEADCANONS: ATLAS }}#{{ what i have in my two hands is enough to set me free | HEADCANONS: SNAKE }}#{{ on a scale from one to two now; are you happy? | HEADCANONS: GORDON }}#{{ covered in scars but roses are coming through the cracks | HEADCANONS: HEARTMAN }}#{{ don't you know the meanings are hidden under cover? | HEADCANONS: CHELL }}#{{ you are what moves you not who approves you | HEADCANONS: JACK }}#//This is a fun game to do! Lots of thinking involved in what they'd have on them & level of importance to those items.

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tellescope · 1 year

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❝Give 'em the combo!" Remember, the one-two punch!❞

The Fighting McDonagh's is more than just a bar in Rapture. As befitting the name there is also a boxing ring. McDonagh's Boxing Club doesn't have a ton of people, but there's enough to get varied matches fairly often.

Atlas is a member of said club and a pretty good boxer. However he prefers to not use gloves. Tape sure, but not gloves. Yeah you can tear up your hands that way but it's more visceral without gloves and that's a big draw for him. He grew up poor and this led to him being a little scrappy. He can be a gentleman but also down for a good fight.

Moira never liked this hobby of his. Who would enjoy having their husband come home bloody and bruised? She insisted for a while he wear gloves if he was going to participate, but it was something she eventually caved for, just like he did with some of her unpleasant (in his mind) tendencies. Love is about compromise.

This boxing hobby ended up proving useful in post-fall Rapture. Best to keep your distance from splicers but if you're pinned with no weapons or plasmids (or no EVE) then fisticuffs it is, and Atlas has proven to have a mean punch as well as skill ducking and weaving.

He generally sticks to weaponry in serious fights; shotgun for ranged, crowbar for melee, and plasmids when necessary if in Rapture. He tries not to use plasmids on the surface. But if a fight isn't life-or-death serious (someone just needs some sense knocked into them for example), or he's out of other options, Atlas is perfectly willing and capable of punching someone's lights out.

He'll also spar with you if you're willing. He doesn't get many chances on the surface to do that, although he has been looking into getting a punching bag for his room.

#{{ hold the line; this is how we'll be defined | HEADCANONS: ATLAS }}#//Atlas Callaghan; fisherman‚ hacker‚ marksman‚ boxer. Get you a multi-talented man!#//Okay a bit iffy on marksman and hacker. He's got good gun skills but I don't think a shotgun qualifies.#//And his hacking isn't modern/cyber/digital stuff. It's rewiring Rapture tech. So more on the engineering side.#//But my point stands. Many skills.

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tellescope · 2 years

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Feelings I can’t escape, tomorrow today, no we won’t ever part ways

Atlas still wears his wedding ring.

He’ll keep it in a safe place if he ever enters another relationship, but until then it remains on his finger. Aside from an audio diary found in Apollo Square it’s the only physical evidence he has left that Moira ever existed.

He doesn’t doubt his mental state despite the hallucinations. He knows his memories are correct, but it’s always nice to have proof. And when he needs her strength it’s easier, less guilt-inducing and traumatizing, to fiddle with a ring than listen to her voice.

Despite it all, despite the fact that it might be better for his psyche to put it away, he still wears the ring. Moving on is too difficult. He can’t let go of Moira that easily.

#{{ hold the line; this is how we'll be defined | HEADCANONS: ATLAS }}#//Local Irishman still loves his late wife.#//Yeah his actions got her killed but not intentionally. He would never have intentionally hurt her.#//She was his world. He just wanted better for her. And things got out of hand.

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tellescope · 2 years

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A shadow of you that's been haunting my dreams

There is no such thing as a safe use of ADAM. Atlas only has two plasmids and he uses them sparingly enough that he’s no splicer, he’s kept his wits about him. But there is no safe use of ADAM. He does experience a side-effect. Just not any of the extreme ones that have ravaged most of the populace.

He hallucinates sometimes.

It’s always the same thing; his wife and son. The scenario varies depending on where he is, but he’ll see them there interacting with the environment as if they were real. He knows they aren’t and tries to ignore it.

It doesn’t always work.

Sometimes it’s too real. Sometimes he loses himself for a bit. Sometimes he just needs to be with them. So sometimes he’ll talk to them. Diane questioned it once, but only once. Johnny pointed it out many times but eventually learned to keep his mouth shut about it.

The easiest ways to trigger this (although not guaranteed) are an EVE injection, Moira’s and/or Patrick’s voices via an audio diary, or the song Beyond the Sea. It’s not always, never a guarantee, but those are more prone to enabling the hallucinations. Otherwise it’s mostly random.

So you might occasionally catch him staring into the distance. Doesn’t matter if he’s doing it with fondness or concern, don’t bring it up. And if he’s talking to nobody, just give him some space. He needs it. He’ll come back to himself soon.

#{{ hold the line; this is how we'll be defined | HEADCANONS: ATLAS }}

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tellescope · 2 years

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Now the silence screams you’re gone I’ve lost your frequency

After getting back to Rapture from the department store and initiating the Kashmir bombing things really went to shit in the city. It was during this time that as a revenge tactic from the other side, Moira and Patrick were tracked down and killed. And it was during this time that because of this, Atlas was driven by anger more than anything else. Righteous fury was stoked by a desire for vengeance now more than standing up for those who couldn’t, the way it had begun. And being blinded by this anger is the reason for the atrocities he committed. It’s no excuse. Nothing could excuse the killing of children for resources, inadvertently pushing someone to suicide over it, or knowingly putting his people into danger. So it’s not an excuse. Just a reason.

But regardless of whether you believed in him or not, looked past those things or not, Atlas had become a prominent and wanted figure for helping the lower class rise up and finally take a stand, albeit a violent one. And this wanted status meant he had to do his part during the war from the shadows if he wanted to survive. Hestia Chambers in Apollo Square was the hideout for a while and it was where he met the person who would become his second closest friend and ally after Johnny; Diane McClintock. She was trusted to head most of the raids she was sent on and her knowledge of Ryan proved invaluable.

The closer the timeline got to the game, to 1960, the more the general populace became spliced out of their minds in an effort to survive, the more said splicers followed Ryan for reasons Atlas never found out, and the more he began losing ground because of it. Hestia Chambers was raided in ‘59, about halfway through the year. His people scattered, resolving to find a new place to regroup once they could determine another safe and hidden location. The only ones to go into hiding with him were Johnny and Diane.

Over the next few months the trio moved from hideout to hideout to keep away from Ryan’s prying eyes, keeping their ears to their radios for any sign of their people. By November Johnny had given up hope, convinced they were all that was left of the revolution and that the the various parts of the city were either Ryan’s or No Man’s Land. Atlas was still convinced there were others out there, just in hiding like them and waiting for a sign. He just wasn’t prepared to give it yet without a solid plan. And Diane believed him.

Atlas blames himself.

He still doesn’t know what happened. Only what Jonny told him upon getting back from a supply run:

They got separated when she heard something on the revolution’s radio frequency and went to go check the nearby location they mentioned. He didn’t understand most of the message because of interference, but the voice almost sounded like Atlas. He figured if Atlas wanted them to check something it would be better to head back to the hideout and get the full scoop first. But radio Atlas had sounded urgent and Diane insisted they trust Atlas’ urgency and get going. Someone’s life may be on the line. After an argument she went on her own. Johnny realized this was a dumb idea and went after her. But he never found her.

Johnny returned with a few supplies, no Diane, and a sinking feeling when telling Atlas he’d lost her somewhere near the elevators to Point Prometheus.

From then on, and even later during the events of the game when he wasn’t talking to Jack, Atlas would occasionally broadcast on all frequencies asking for Diane. ❝Miss McClintock, if yer out there, the frequency is—❞ Every time in the hopes that if she heard it she’d get on the radio and answer and from there they could discuss a more secure way to meet up. He also left audio diaries behind at each hideout when they moved, talking about what happened up to that point.

By 1960 he’d lost both Diane and Johnny. In exchange he’d gained Jack and a shaky alliance with Tenenbaum. But while he’d seen Johnny die he never knew Diane’s fate, and left her options just in case until finally leaving Rapture.

In his BioShock 2 verse where he returns to the city with Tenenbaum but for different reasons he also returns to the habit of reaching out for Diane in both audio diaries and on the radio, just in case she survived that long. Without evidence he doesn’t give up hope.

#{{ hold the line; this is how we'll be defined | HEADCANONS: ATLAS }}#//My AU is based on a fic I'm writing and in that fic like canon Diane was killed.#//Except unlike canon the manner in which this happened is quite different. Although there are some similarities.#//If that wasn't really Atlas on her radio...#//Although because this is a RP blog I'm leaving it open-ended regarding her fate. Atlas himself doesn't know what happened to her.#//So it's entirely possible for you to say she survived and build off that. Could be a lot of fun. Atlas really cared for her.

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tellescope · 2 years

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//A fun project I’ve been working on for a while, ever since I found the template. I present:

Twitter profiles for my muses!

Batch 1/3

#{{ the wandering stars are still finding your dust from afar | HEADCANONS: MARIA }}#{{ hold the line; this is how we'll be defined | HEADCANONS: ATLAS }}#{{ the work that stirred your soul; you can make for someone else | HEADCANONS: GARRY }}#{{ my whole world was crumbling down but i'll still mend | HEADCANONS: SIXTY }}#{{ nothing could ever stop us from stealing our own place in the sun | HEADCANONS: JARVIS }}#{{ harness it; make your mark; ring your light through the dark | INFORMATION: JONAH }}#//My version of Photoshop is ancient so I had to open this template in gimp; save it as a PSD; then open it in PS CS2 #//Had to remake all the text and clipping masks so this was a lot more work than I was wanting it to be #//But they look really nice!#//No the follower/following counts are not random. I tried to think who they'd be following & added that up.#//Then aside from the core of canon characters following them I accounted for their role & type of Twitter #and added a fitting number to that for the follower count.

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tellescope · 2 years

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//I just realized how many of my muses I associate with an ocean aesthetic, but in different ways.

Jonah’s is the ocean at sunrise or sunset. The way the sky turns the water into liquid gold.

Logic’s (especially Cedric’s) is the ocean seen from a window or pier. The view from a coastal city.

Atlas’ is the ocean's darkness. The waves of a stormy sea or the depths as you drown.

Maria’s is the beach and ocean's light. The waves shimmering and water splashing upon the sand.

Jack’s is the ocean yielding. The way sunlight can break through the depths or someone breaching the surface.

#{{ harness it; make your mark; ring your light through the dark | INFORMATION: JONAH }}#{{ circuit board to brain; heart gently beeping | HEADCANONS: LOGIC }}#{{ hold the line; this is how we'll be defined | HEADCANONS: ATLAS }}#{{ the wandering stars are still finding your dust from afar | HEADCANONS: MARIA }}#{{ you are what moves you not who approves you | HEADCANONS: JACK }}#//Not formatted like my usual headcanons but I felt I should tag this all the same.

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tellescope · 2 years

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Happy we'll be beyond the sea And never again I'll go sailing

Atlas’ parents were fishers. When he lived in Ireland as a child it was by the sea. Unfortunately the transfer to New York City didn’t do well for their business. It was hard to get a foot in when others had already established themselves there. Thus for the rest of Atlas’ childhood his family was rather poor.

When he came of age and they passed away he inherited the business, and despite his love of the ocean it made the best financial sense to sell it off. He had enough pride in his folks to not go working for one of their rivals, hence getting a job at a factory. It didn’t really make things much better but the sale of the company provided a small buffer to fall back on.

Rapture’s promises were enticing for multiple reasons. And he could have applied for quite a number of jobs down there, the city was always in need of working folk, but his history is what lead him to choose something at Port Neptune. Fontaine Fisheries felt right. Felt like home. And with Moira by his side everything was finally looking up.

Of course Fontaine’s true colors began to shine through and sour Atlas’ perception, and being roped into the smuggling ring only made things worse. We know how things went from there. We know the story, the rise and fall of the rebellion. And it’s this tale of dystopia at the bottom of the ocean that ruined Atlas’ opinion of the sea.

He tells himself he never wants to see the ocean again. Rapture became trauma he’d rather leave behind. But you can’t entirely excise your past. Memories make you. And some part of his heart, whatever is left of the child that grew up on boats, still finds comfort in the waves.

#{{ hold the line; this is how we'll be defined | HEADCANONS: ATLAS }}#//When the gang is choosing a house on the surface and he's adamant about no coastal towns and Jack agrees.#//Yet he finds himself stopping at shop windows to stare at postcards and other things depicting beautiful beaches.#//There's a disconnect in his mind between the darkness of the deep ocean which he hates #and the innate nostalgia of sunlight scattering on low waves.#//He tells himself he never wants to see the ocean again. But in truth it's only underwater that's an issue.#//The surface of the water is fine. Even comforting if it's nice out. He'd still like a nice day at a beach or docks.#//But Atlas would NOT do well at an aquarium or scuba diving for example.#//Jack wouldn't either but that's a different post.

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