#intellectandwill

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[[ Canon verse: He hates him out of a fundamental distrust of governmental figures. And he’s afraid of him because he’s an illegal immigrant... if he has people killed for smuggling in contraband, he can’t imagine what the man will do to people who are themselves contraband. Still, they think alike and it bothers Dodger how Atlas never seems to follow Ryan’s logic quite right.

Ryan Loyalist AU: Sweet amazing father figure. Literally saved him from damnation and gave him a purpose and a reason for people to respect him and a chance to work hard and get rewards for it that he really feels good about, just.... man, he loves Ryan. Just getting a smile of approval from him makes Dodger’s heart soar. He’s like a little puppy when it comes to him. ]]

[notaliberator]

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[[ Fuck Ryan. But also, fuck Ryan.

For real tho, Fontaine has a deep respect for Ryan and that makes him very, very uncomfortable. Ryan is the only person he’s ever genuinely cared about the opinion of. So, what’s the obvious solution? Subjugate the fuck out of him. Make Ryan his bitch. Force Ryan to respect him with brutal force and possibly a cock in his mouth. It’s literally the only way he can deal with the emotions that arise from realizing Ryan is a great man in his eyes. ]]

[notaliberator]

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“Fancy seein’ you here.”

He stretched in his chair, feeling somewhat smugger every time Ryan came into his office. His office which Ryan had so graciously given him, and had no chance of taking back no matter how much the Great Man started to regret it.

Sure, having Ryan snooping around made him anxious. But every time he came out smelling like roses, that gave Ryan one less reason to doubt him. Fontaine was an honest man. Honest as he figured men can be. Doubting him was just a waste of time.

“It’s been a while, so I figured you’d forgotten me.”

[snitchiing]

--{ tbh AU where fontaine is less of an asshole and ryan doesn't get all jealous ex on him and have him murdered and everyone gets along in capitalist hell together

[[ happy aus in bioshock are so broken i love it ]]

[snitchiing]

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He couldn’t remember the last time he’d been anywhere this ritzy. Even by Rapture standards, Ryan’s office in Hephaestus was the most intricate and intimidating thing he could imagine. His footsteps echoed through the halls, the ceiling reached far above him, and here he was, one small man on the cusp of proper adulthood, doing something that was either going to get him killed, rich, or... neither, which he considered the worst of the options.

He knocked on the glass door a few times as he approached it, not bothering to wait and give Ryan time to call him in or unlock the door. Hell, for all he knew Fontaine could have already sent some sort of counter-measure to stop him from talking. He wanted this over and he wanted it over fast.

[mahkittens]

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Send me ❤ on anon and I’ll compliment someone at random | ACCEPTING (imma stick to one compliment per ask tho)

@intellectandwill

It took a long time for Sofa & I to actually start RPing together, but I’ve admired her from a far forever. It’s partly because I don’t think I’ve ever met someone with such an earnest love for the BioShock series. I mean, I know everyone in this community adores the games beyond words, but Sofa lives & breathes it like you wouldn’t believe. As a roleplayer, I feel like it’s easy to get caught up in your own headcanons & ideas–so much so that you forget why you even enjoyed the universe in the first place. Sofa is my reminder. On days where I’m ready to abandon my blogs or give in to my own insecurities, she exemplifies what this series–and this community–actually means to me. 

Gushing aside, Sofa is an excellent writer with all the essentials–attention to detail, respect for the original game material,  a sense of humor, and a welcoming attitude. It’s a delight to thread with her. It’s a thrill to creep on her threads with other mods. I’m glad to know her, and I’m glad she’s on my dash as often as she is.

[unwantedexperiment]

intellectandwill asked:♢ <3

When her father gets home, Jackie stares up at him with tired eyes.  “You’re home early,” she says.  Gives him the obligatory peck on the cheek that she knows that he expects.  Lately, they’ve been fighting all the time, and Jackie doesn’t know why.  First, he liked it that she worked.  Now he hates it.  She doesn’t know what’s wrong with him that he’s so fucking angry.  She’s been coming home with grease all over her apron, grease on her hands, a wrench and a tool belt on her hip.  Just to see if he’ll notice.  Usually, she cleans herself up real good before she gets home from work; she didn’t actually get hired as a salesgirl for Fontaine’s Department Store, home to the Ryan Family’s Greatest Enemy.

She’s the mechanic and repairwoman who handles fixing their gadgets and pipes and shit like that for Fontaine’s when they break.  That was what she got hired for in the first place.  But salesgirl was respectable, and mechanic isn’t a respectable job for the Heir of Rapture.  Not like she’s a good heir.  She was born a girl.

“Welcome home.  How was your day?”  It feels like she’s reciting from a script right now.  Will he even notice that she’s a wreck?  Or that she’s not in the skirt and blouse that she wears out of the house in order to disguise her real job?

[robertenraptured-blog]

--{ UM HELLO AGAIN WELCOME BACK???????

Surprise, bitch.