#atlas.

[mush-crossing]

hanging out with the mushrooms 🍄

[strcinedhecrts]

@ashryder

LOCATION: gloria's gravesite, early morning. FOR: ashton ryder.

THE YEARS WERE PASSING by far quicker than atlas wanted them to. jordan was five now -- most of the memories of his mother coming from atlas himself. it ripped him open, quite frankly, that jordan would never get to know the woman he knew. he was reminded that time was moving far too fast, more specifically, around her birthday -- which was only a month after her son's. they used to find ways to celebrate together, despite their circumstances. his mother had insisted this year that she take her grandson -- at least for a little while, and that he go to visit gloria. the woman had consumed every part of him. sometimes he felt some residual anger in his chest, but he knew better than to blame her for it. he knew she wouldn't had left them if she had the choice. she had promised, even if days were uncertain. but, the universe -- or so he's found, is a cruel and fickle thing.

gloria mansori. died 2121.

they gotten married in a small, private ceremony, with only a priest and atlas' parents as their witnesses, young, but confident. it had been she who claimed to never need much, nothing lavish. all i need is you. the words had crashed through his hardened shell like a meteorite connecting with earth's atmosphere. he remembered holding her that night while she slept, desperate not to wake her. but, he needed to commit every second to memory. the way she felt, her scent, the tide of her breathing. as if she'd vanish. as if she was nothing more than a dream.

despite being born with impaired vision, his hearing is enhanced enough to know that he is far from alone. the sound of work boots against the mud grow closer and closer -- until they stop in his peripheral. ash had been an unexpected ally after he lost gloria, someone who had known her goodness just as well, if not better than he had. he had known her longer, certainly. while atlas rarely ever admitted it, he didn't know how he would have shouldered gloria's loss without him.

" she would have been thirty-two today. " he speaks quietly, after a moment -- his statement becoming strangled as it's punctuated. he doesn't know how to cry, only an earth-shattering numbness.

[devilselbowhq]

THE WILD & WONDERFUL APPALACHIA WELCOMES... atlas mantsouri as written by mel ( they / she / he ).

✱ affiliated with SHAMROCKS ( HITMAN ) ✱ working as SECURITY ( HELL'S GATE ) ✱ has taken up residence in BURNINGTON ✱ born on OCTOBER 12 ( 31 ) ✱ identifying as CIS MAN ( HE / HIM ) ✱ known to be CONFIDENT, DEDICATED, LOYAL, INDEPENDENT ✱ also know to be ABRASIVE, CRASS, REGIMENTED, WORLD-WEARY ✱ portrayed by EMILIO SAKRAYA

WANTED CONNECTIONS.

➥ a soldier who was close to/knew the mother of his child: this person could be a recent defection to the militia or a current eaa soldier, but was certainly involved for a significant amount of time. atlas is convinced that he’s fine raising his son alone, but there is truly so much he doesn’t understand, so much he doesn’t know. he has relied on this person heavily since gloria’s death to help keep jordan safe, and considers them to be a close friend and confidant. open to any gender. ➥ attraction/someone who has caught his attention: he doesn’t know what it is about this individual, he’s found his eyes lingering longer than they should — and he has to fight to pull away. it started as simply that, nothing more than glances. he regrets it nearly immediately, igniting that first conversation: because it appears that he’s just as enamored with their personhood as he is their physical appearance. one thing’s for certain: he’s fucked. ideas could be one of the dancers at hells gate who he met while working there, a friend that came into his life, etc. totally open to explore the dynamic! 

DIGGING DEEPER.

TRIGGER WARNING: murder, violence, weapons, spouse loss, pregnancy

for atlas, the shamrocks have been a family affair. the only child of a capo and a soldier, he wasn’t raised by just his parents, but the shamrocks as a whole. thus, somehow — he always felt like it was his destiny to join them. airing on the side of tough love — his parents made sure that atlas never got anything he wanted easily. he always had to work for it, no matter the cost, nor the toll it took on his mind and body. the very same body possess a trait from his mother: dual working pupils in both of his eyes.

amongst the resources he took in for himself? training in several areas of weaponry. not just because of his parents fluency, but he was observant enough to know one thing: it was every man for themselves. some of his “teachers” believed he was amongst the most natural they had ever seen, like anything he picked up morphed into an extra limb. as he entered his late teens, his physical prowess finally began to match such a gift. due to his blurry and dim vision, he found himself learning very quickly to rely on his there senses — enhancing them in the process. both his mother and father hadn’t wanted atlas to join the shamrocks, instead wanting what they considered to be a “normal” life. however, nothing can seem to stop a passionate eighteen year old. especially when he’s never been so sure about anything else in his life.

he becomes an asset rather quickly, despite initially struggling to be taken seriously. he wonders sometimes if the other shamrocks expect some kind of entitlement — considering his parents years of service. however, what they get in it’s place is obedience. focus. someone reliable. he moves from soldier to hitman within his first four years, a position that he first took with honor. little does he know what he’s in for. a job may be a job, but he realizes quickly that if he thinks about it too hard, he’ll begin to think about the person that his target must be. the people who they matter to. he quickly goes from the charmer most knew him to be to an isolated, quiet soul, not just for his own protection but — for the protection of everyone else around him. don’t get too close. it will be the death of you. 

however, there’s one person who breaks through. gloria is exactly the kind of person he knew he had to stay away from — a private in the east atlantic army. however, from the moment they meet, something clicks. atlas can’t stop himself from falling head over heels for her, a feeling only comparable to falling over the edge of a cliff, despite once having an unsteady grip. they hit their first unexpected circumstance, however, when gloria utters two little words: i’m pregnant.

atlas never once thought he had it in him to be a father. both of them were still so young. but the thought of a piece of him having a piece of gloria too? nothing would make him happier. when jordan is born, however, he quickly realizes: some people are meant to have more than one destiny. 

however, tragedy strikes soon after when gloria returns to assignment. nearly four years ago, she was taken out in the field in what the army deemed a tragic accident. however, it seems that atlas will never be offered any more information than that. atlas is beside himself in his own way when he hears the news: appearing to be perfectly numb. he quickly throws himself into work even more so than he already has, picking up extra work at hells gate to make sure his son has everything he could ever want or need (those who see him at hells gate will notice he wears sunglasses indoors - to protect his vision from the lighting). jordan is five now, and looks more like his mother every day.

[nrcbookclub]

me when atlas asked me if my brother is single

[kneesbruised]

◝ ' closed for @ringdcwns :

                   ❝    you're    very    cute    when    you're    trying    to    be    subtle   .   .   .    it's    not    working   ,    though   .    ❞

[httpghostface]

where's mr. math

[caeless]

#   NUEVO ESCENARIO DESBLOQUEADO  :  PISCINA, con atlas / luxanna / rocks.

‘  no se siente para nada como las maldivas, ¿huh?  ’ tumbada sobre una cama de playa giró el rostro hacia un costado para encarar a compañía, gafas de sol deslizándose mínimamente sobre puente de nariz para permitirle un mejor vistazo. ‘  la falta de bichos es... refrescante, aunque preferiría no llevar encima la sensación de estar en constante movimiento.  ’ admitió. nunca había sido especial fanática del agua, mucho menos de moverse sobre ella.