Jack and Atlas for the recent ship ask meme
My beloveds.
SHIP IT
What made you ship it?
It's weird because initially I was... not necessarily against the idea but I didn't lean strongly towards it in the beginning. Whoever voice-acted for Atlas in the first game did a fantastic job and I fell in love with his voice, to the point where I was like "there's no way I'm letting this guy remain a fake persona - he's becoming a real character right here, right now", and thankfully I'm not the first person to want that LOL.
Gradually it morphed into what it is today, which is this tragic-yet-hopeful romance/brothers-in-arms/attempt at domesticity situation that makes my chest hurt whenever I think about it.
2. What are your favourite things about this ship?
I'm... almost disinclined to answer this question because basically everything I love about these two... I made up? Jack is a silent protagonist and Atlas doesn't even exist as a full character. My favourite version of the exists in an AU, and then in AUs of that AU.
That being said... I love how they both have no idea what they're doing. I love how they both grew up in opposite tax brackets and have to mutually domesticate each other upon meeting in the middle. I love the parallels between their deceased mothers. I love how soulmate-y their situation is without any of the fanfiction tropes that comes along with it.
3. Is there an unpopular opinion you have on this ship?
Not... really? Not many people seem to ship this, due to Atlas being very, very fake. Even then, I haven't seen many people ship it in the same way, so I guess my attitude towards it is an unpopular opinion in and of itself?
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no because atlas was ALWAYS after experiences rapture was just a new experience (a shitty one) hes a ballsy motherfucker who likes to be in charge and people are also part of those experiences of course he has flings and jack was just supposed to be another tally the biggest prize he could get his hands on but he ended up being the best experience atlas has ever HAD
because jack had NOTHING he was a blank canvas no empathy no love no interest and atlas charms him into compliance but he doesnt CARE because he does it so well (hes so bad but he does it so well) and becomes jacks EVERYTHING and the reason he gives up and lets himself be brainwashed because if atlas is gone then theres nothing worth sticking around for he might as well be dead
FUCK
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I originally wanted to "redraw" ("reimagine" I think is the better term) this whole comic, but my art style isn't particularly physically expressive and I didn't want to repost six panels with roughly the same pose with the only differentiation being the mouth and eyes. Here are the two most important panels, I would say.
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old man yaoi
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dont mind me while i draw my boys in the same pose for 1658563th time
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In the context of this AU I'm working on... would the inhabitants of Bioshock at large even know who Jack was? Would Atlas know who he was?
Is Jack Rapture's elusive Prince, known only by the Finest and the other members of the upper class that regularly interact with Ryan's social circles? Is his face missing from the several sepia photos of Andrew Ryan posted across Rapture for all the world to see? Can he slip by most people and pretend he's normal for once, that he isn't borne from one of the most financially powerful men in the world?
Or are there images of a straight-backed blonde teenager, side-by-side with his oh-so-infamous father and the other faces of the geniuses of Rapture? Does the whole population watch him grow up and lie in wait to see how he turns out?
An ally or an enemy; a stranger or a friend?
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i hadnt drawn The Boys (tm) in ages
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Jatlas theme song and thoughts?
*gargles*
I have so many angsty thoughts and songs about these two, but the unfortunate reality is that a lot of the songs I end up choosing for them (and others) tend to fit within a narrative rather than just being... for lack of a better phrase, 'character themes'? They don't stand on their own is what I'm trying to say.
I want to be able to talk about them without giving too much away, but they're also the only songs I have to offer. I've never been one to really care about spoilers (I find that knowing that something objectively happens doesn't lessen the emotional weight of experiencing it). This will be more like me describing various plot points in the AU by way of song, so... I guess spoilers for the Musicalshock AU below...?
(Oh God, this is so long...)
*pulls up the playlist* I guess I'll just go down the list...
THE OTHER SIDE - Hugh Jackman, Zac Efron
Now is this really how you like to spend your days?
Whiskey and misery and parties and plays?
(If I were mixed up with you I'd be the talk of the town
Disgraced and disowned; another one of the clowns)
But you would finally live a little; finally laugh a little
Just let me give you the freedom to dream
And it could wake you up and cure your aching
Take your walls and start them breaking
Now that's a deal that seems worth taking
But I guess I'll leave that up to you...
Atlas propositions Jack because he knows that, if he cares even a little bit, it would royally piss Andrew Ryan off (surprise surprise, Andrew Ryan probably doesn't give a rat's arse). There's a glimmer of something more intriguing here, causing Atlas to wonder if Jack's deeper than his apathetic rich-boy facade lets on.
Jack isn't an idiot, by any means. He knows that this would be a terrible idea, but Atlas is silver-tongue and pushes all of the right buttons, and Jack really is very lonely.
BAD HABITS - Ed Sheeran
Every time you come around you know I can't say no
Every time the sun goes down I let you take control
I can feel the paradise before my world implodes
And tonight had something wonderful
(...)
Every pure intention ends when the good times start
Falling over everything to reach the first time's spark
It started under neon lights and then it all got dark
We only know when we've gone too far
Jack placates himself for his choices by calling Atlas a 'bad habit' (something he brings up later just to be spiteful) -- really, what aristocrat doesn't have a few vices here and there? He's so dissatisfied with his own decisions that he's more than happy to let Atlas call the shots.
THE WORD OF YOUR BODY (REPRISE) - Johnathan B. Wright, Gideon Glick
Oh, I'm gonna be wounded
Oh, I'm gonna be your wound
Oh, I'm gonna bruise you
Oh, you're gonna be my bruise
Foreshadowing! This is the point when Atlas realises he may be falling a little in love with this guy, and Jack wants whatever affection he can get because this is the first person outside of his own late mother that even pretends to care about him beyond fiscal gain or influence.
I KNOW THOSE EYES / THIS MAN IS DEAD - Thomas Borchert, Brandi Burkhardt
There in that voice, traces of you
(I am a ghost, just a mirage,
Who chases traces of you)
Dark and familiar and deep as the sea
I know those eyes, torturing me
(This man is dead, he is no more
And though it's torturing me)
Can either of us really ever be free?
How can you stand there a whisper from me?
When you are still so far away?
And why does the truth seem too hard to be true?
With so much broken
(And so much damaged)
There are no words
(Left to say)
This is a duet, certainly, but it's actually before Jack gets his memories back. In my imagination, the brainwashing process wasn't totally foolproof, and it was proven that Jack would ultimately be more complacent if he was listening to someone his brain at least thought sounded familiar. Cue Fontaine imitating Atlas' voice.
Fontaine is both hinting that he isn't who Jack thinks he is, but is also someone who Jack betrayed. And in a horrible manipulative way, he's right: Fontaine lied that Atlas had been executed in Persephone in order for Jack to become more cooperative (and also because he's a bit petty) and Jack just... gave up.
ELSA'S SONG - The Amazing Devil
Your voice it carries over
The hubbub and the hum
And it paints the sky and circles high
Like the beating of a drum
And you'll scream 'I won't forget you'
But I'll cover my cold ears
It cannot be a lie
If no-one hears
(...)
And although you say 'good day' to me
I know I don't belong
And although you hold my hand and say
'I love you', you are wrong
Because love does not exist here
In this garden, there's no feeling
And you say the words so often
That I barely know the meaning
(...)
And in years to come you'll wander
To the place upon our hill
And then you'll cry to our painted sky
'I loved him then, I love him still'
And you'll strew some sage and lilies
And roses where I rot
Of all the flowers you picked
I knew you would forget forget-me-nots
This is meant to describe the instant where Jack reunites with Atlas after her regains his memories and Atlas has found his way out of Persephone back into Rapture at large. At this point, Jack believes that Atlas is long dead (supposedly murdered by Fontaine so that Jack would be more complicit to his brainwashing) and is fully committed to grieving his passing. Cue Atlas being alive and... not well, but as well as one can be given the circumstances.
Now, you have to understand that neither of these people are perfect, or even wholly good. Both of them have made mistakes and will continue to make mistakes. They are both selfish to a degree and deal with that feeling a lot.
Jack is relieved, obviously, but he's also understandably upset and incredibly, selfishly angry -- angry for being robbed of the chance to grieve after he thought he'd finally been given the chance to get his emotions under control; (unfairly) angry because Atlas didn't live up to his cocksure personality and didn't escape prison much earlier and rescue Jack from Fontaine's clutches; angry because he knows he can't just leave Atlas behind, but now he's got to find a way for him to fit into his new family and priorities.
ACHILLES COME DOWN - Gang of Youths
Achilles, Achilles, Achilles come down
Won't you get up off, get up off the roof?
The self is not so weightless, nor whole and unbroken
Remember the pact of our youth
Where you go, I'm going, so jump and I'm jumping
Since there is no me without you
Soldier on Achilles, Achilles come down
Won't you get up off, get up off the roof
(...)
(You want the acclaim, the mother of mothers)
It's not worth it Achilles
(More poignant than fame, or the taste of another)
Don't listen Achilles
(Be real and just jump you dense motherfucker)
You're worth more Achilles
(You will not be more than a rat in the gutter)
So much more than a rat
(You want my opinion; my opinion you've got)
No-one asked your opinion
(You asked for my counsel, I gave you my thoughts)
No-one asked for your thoughts
Be done with this now, and jump off the roof
Can you hear me Achilles?
I'm talking to you
Now we flip to Atlas' point of view.
Originally this scene is Atlas talking down Jack from literally shooting him on the spot, since Fontaine used a mimicry of Atlas' voice to guide Jack around Rapture and do his bidding. Jack is conflicted because he remembers Atlas' face now, certainly, but the voice...
The second voice in the song is meant to be Fontaine in the back of Jack's mind, taunting him and really just being a complete Debbie Downer of a disembodied voice.
TRUST ME NOT (HERO AND VILLAIN DUET) - Backseat Vagabond
You are not my hero
You don't know how it felt
What else could I have done with
All the cards that I was dealt?
(You are not the villain
You once held my hand)
Stand up, get out
Sometimes things don't go as planned
Emotional climax song! This would be the equivalent of their major argument; all of their pent-up feelings explode to the surface.
Atlas is betrayed and hurt that Jack would give up on him so easily and would so quickly create a life and family for himself that Atlas isn't sure he wants or fits into, but he knows that Jack isn't entirely happy with him not being in the picture, and he wouldn't be either. Damnit, he loves him, and he doesn't really care much how or why.
Jack is irritated that Atlas keeps pushing this idea, and he also finally admits to having an nearly sub-terranean opinion of himself. He is Rapture's Prince -- he could have had enough influence to maybe change things for the better before they got bad, and yet he threw that away for a juvenile fling. Now he's got five little girls to take care of, and he has the audacity to call himself their father, when his silence could have prevented their parents being killed.
SONGBIRDS - Ben Thornwill
Twenty-seven years
To find you
Will that be twenty-seven watsed years
If we don't see this through?
Like songbirds in the city air
I'm not gonna make it and I do care
But it hurts too much
And I worry that it's gonna get too hard
And if I'm not what you need
I promise I'll play the part
This is meant to be the make-up song after the emotional climax; a clarifying breath. The scene in a musical sense is a bit literal -- while they're both wandering around Fort Frolic, Jack finds a piano and starts absently playing.
Jack wants Atlas back in his life so very badly (because he selfishly but so humanly wants to be loved and caressed and kissed and wrecked and cherished), but he's scared to death to even try. He's afraid that they're both not willing to accept each other's changes (and traumas) and instead want things to go back to the way they were before the fall of Rapture, when they were stupid and not even sure what they were to each other yet; he's afraid that Atlas won't want to the commit to fitting into Jack's new life; he's afraid he alone won't be enough to get Atlas to even try.
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For the WIP game: all the BioShock ones? :)
Dark and Familiar and Deep as the Sea is the title for my like... the actual-for-realsies Bioshock AU fic. It started off as a drabble fic, and I got about 10 chapters in, but then I started changing the plot... and changing is and changing it-
Currently it's hovering between a re-vamped drabble fic and a full-blown "I put effort into this" fanfiction. I want to write this one so - bad. It is one of my precious babies. It is my son boy.
"Jack," she says shortly. "We can discuss this when you're not in immediate danger. Now keep-"
"No."
"This is not up for debate-"
"Well I'm debating it anyhow!" Jack wobbles precariously as he pulls his knees underneath him. "Brigid, I want answers. I want to… fuck, I deserve to know, if I'm gonna be doing all this for you."
"Not for the girls?"
Jack groans. "Ah hell, you know what I meant."
Babydoll is a silly shippy one-shot that explores Jack being the more... "dominant" is a strong word, but I'm personally always worried about typecasting Jack into the 'feminine' role of the relationship. So, Atlas gets a stupid 1950's nickname for the purposes of this one scene and Jack gets to be annoyingly smug about it.
Something flickers in the warm mahogany of Jack's eyes. He sets his hand of cards face-down and cushions his back against the stack of hay bales behind him. His eyelids flutter to only halfway; his mouth curls into a low, considering smile.
"You LIKE that," he repeats, louder this time.
Atlas swallows roughly as scarlet indignation colours the tips of his ears. "Why's it matter?"
"It's new for you, that's all."
In Sunshine or in Shadow is based off of a plot bunny that I had while reasoning that Jack would have major withdrawal symptoms when coming off the Adam usage. He's sedated by Tenebaum so his body can process the drug out of his bloodstream and he doesn't accidentally attack anyone in the process. Atlas is left to awkwardly bond with Jack's five adopted daughters - the Little Sisters.
A pale head peeks in from the corridor. Wet grey eyes blink owlishly, not at Jack lying prone in the cot, but at Atlas hunched at his side.
This is Alice, if he recalls correctly; the youngest and shyest of the five.
"Hello," Atlas offers quietly.
Alice flinches despite her staring straight at him. After a moment's deep consideration, she pads softly into the room, stopping at the foot of the bed. Atlas follows her movements warily.
"I heard you singing," she mumbles, fiddling with the ends of her frizzy hair.
Last but not least is Mummy's Boy, which is a silly name for a 5 + 1-styled fic that explores Jack and Atlas' memories of their respective mothers (who both died when they were reasonably young).
"'Johnny'?" Atlas sets his jaw.
Jack shoves his hands in his pockets. "It's, uh… Mr. Ryan insists on using John, up here."
"Ah."
A soft smile appears across Jack's face. "Ma called me Jack, though." He turns to Atlas and cocks his head. "She was the only one who did, up until you."
"That's what you told me it was," Atlas points out, confused.
Jack's smile widens. "I know."
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just a couple-a dudes being gays guys
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Usually, when depicting the aftermath of my little canon-divergent Bioshock universe, I have the Jack-and-Atlas brood end up in some derelict farmhouse out in the middle of a Kansas wheatfield, as far inland from the coast as they can possibly get. It's a far cry from the decaying luxury of Rapture and they want that; they need that.
I was always under the impression that Andrew Ryan adheres so wholly to the idea of the Self Made Man that he wouldn't will any of his assets to his only son, thus Jack has no money or property to his name (hence the aforementioned farmhouse).
However.
There's an audio log at the beginning of Bioshock 2 where Andrew bemoans Diane McKlintock's pleas for him to take a vacation. In it, he mentions Diane wanting to start a family, and he himself muses over the possibility of him having a legacy. "Perhaps, after the New Year..." As such, it's entirely possible that he would leave his various businesses and fortunes to Jack, as his only son and heir.
Then again, Andrew was so invested in the idea of Rapture that it begs the question of why would he leave anything behind topside? He could have liquidated everything for all I know. Then again then again, Andrew Ryan was a paranoid bastard (and honestly, I don't blame the guy), so why wouldn't he have kept some property and money topside in case things went too far South? Judging by the events of the first game, it would seem that even if that were the case he was too stubborn and too in love with his own ideology to leave Rapture behind, but I feel like it still warrants wondering about.
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*looks over at jatlas*
oh god everyones so fucking guilty
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Uninged bingo your Atlas.
I honestly feel so guilty sometimes about the fact that I love him so much even though at this point he's a borderline OC.
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i made the mistake of writing out all of the emotions and reasons that jack experiences them in the bioshock au and oh god i made him so complex and sad and how the fuck am i gonna pull this off
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For the drabble thing: 💪🏽 with whatever ship you're inspired to write for c:
💪 "Bridal Carry"
"... it's not much, is it?"
Jack eyes the sagging roof and the thick cobwebs fluttering in the afternoon breeze. "No, but given the circumstances..."
"No, I get it." Atlas squints. "Then again... more work."
"More work." Jack nods. "You knew this wouldn't be easy."
"Of course not."
"This is the best we could do."
"Right."
Out of the corner of his eye, Jack watches Atlas cross his arms, like he's trying to hold himself together, and dig the toe of one shoe into the dry soil.
"Hey." Jack nudges him with his elbow. "It'll be okay. We've gotten this far."
Atlas tucks his chin into his chest. "Thought it would have been all over by now. And now there's... all this to deal with."
"We'll make it work. We're good at that."
Atlas makes a clucking noise with his tongue. "At this rate it's the only thing we're good at."
Jack listens ponderously to the long brown grass rustling around them, flush with katydids and swarms of gnats. He suddenly grins and sidles closer to Atlas, laying his chin over the peak of his left shoulder.
"Want me to carry you across the threshhold?"
Atlas snorts. "Do that and I'm breaking your jaw."
Jack considers this.
"... eh, worth the risk."
"Wh- HEY!"
Atlas flails madly as Jack suddenly drops and tucks an arm behind his knees, hoisting him up with shocking ease against his chest.
"HEY HEY, PUT ME DOWN!"
"Stop squirming-!"
"LET GO!"
"I'm not gonna just- FUCK!"
They collapse backwards into the grass in a tangle of arms and legs. Jack wheezes as the breath is knocked straight out of him; Atlas inhales a cloud of dust and pollen and sneezes violently.
"You're such a baby," Jack mumbles between coughs.
"I am a grown man; I don't need to be carted around like some damsel in distress," Atlas snarls, wiping his nose on the back of his hand.
"Certainly pretty enough to be one."
"Shut up."
"Are you embarrassed the girls will see you?" Jack needles. "Scared that Mary will call you a princess?"
"No."
"Liar."
"Are you done?" Atlas, still half-sprawled across Jack's torso, glares across at him.
"Never," Jack replies smugly, and kisses him on the nose.
Atlas makes a vague, outraged noise and dives, punching a laugh out of Jack as the two very much adult men devolve into having a wrestling match on the front lawn.
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