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vvatchword · 8 months

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Only Man: Bailout

It was six in the evening when Sinclair finally thought to grab a bite to eat. The press had been unusually delighted with him, swarming his workplace, his office, his walk to Point Prometheus. Worse than wading through a mud slick—and made him late to every single affair that demanded leaving the office.

“This is the second time you’ve paid Topside’s debt, and it was a real chunk of change,” said one journo. “Tell us, what brought about this kind of selfless behavior from one of Rapture’s greats?”

Sinclair dramatically dropped his jaw and scoffed.

“Why, how dare you, sir!” he said. “We may not have laws against libel down here, but…”

The crowd of journalists laughed.

“Don’t let it be said I did this for anything more selfish than a friend’s company,” Sinclair drawled. “Don’t tell me there isn’t some friend you wouldn’t bail out just for the pleasure of seeing them pleased.”

For sustenance that evening, he chose the Silver Fork, a five-star in Fort Frolic. The only other choice was Tate’s, and he wasn’t feeling that charitable.

He had only just sat down when he glanced up and saw Ryan striding toward him.

“Why, Andy Ryan!” Sinclair rose from his seat, eyes twinkling. “Fancy seeing you ’round these parts.”

They shook, but Ryan said nothing. All that spoke were his eyes.

“Won’t you sit down?” Sinclair asked, gesturing at the table. “I haven’t ordered yet.”

Ryan lowered to the booth opposite Sinclair, only looking down to find an ashtray.

“So, what brings you to this corner of the Fort?”

“You paid off Topside’s debt.” Ryan put his cigarette out. “Again.”

“Guilty as charged.” Sinclair settled back with his menu, legs crossed, one foot kicking.

“Sinclair.”

“M-hm.”

“What do you mean to prove with this Topside business?”

“Prove?” Sinclair lowered his menu, smiling. “Why, I just want to keep a good friend out of trouble, is all.”

Ryan’s expression rarely faltered; it did here. A faint flicker of disgust flashed across his face.

“He is a parasite.”

“He is a fool, and a very entertaining one at that,” Sinclair said. He turned to the waitress, who had just appeared. “I’ll take the Arcadia, red, 1953. Thanks, sugar.”

Ryan waved her away before speaking again.

“You can measure the greatness of a man by the company he keeps,” he said.

“So I hear,” Sinclair said.

“Does he value intellect? Ability? Art?” Ryan cocked his head. “Or is he a beast rutting in the field?”

Sinclair nodded. “Mm-hmm. Very true. How’s Ms. Jolene doin’, by the by?”

Ryan’s gaze snapped up. Sinclair smiled at him over the curl of his wrist. The silence between them stretched for an uncomfortable minute before Sinclair finally cleared his throat.

“Look, Andrew.” Sinclair dropped his foot and his smile, sat back, and gave him the most solemn, constipated look he possibly could. “The kid is harmless. And when I say ‘kid,’ I mean he’s a kid. He has no idea what he’s doing. He can’t do a thing to Rapture except make it laugh.”

“When he flaunts his freedom, the city does more than laugh,” Ryan said. “It sits up. It takes notice. And the darker elements…” He closed his eyes. “The darker elements cheer him on.”

“Who, Fontaine?”

Ryan’s eyes flashed open.

Sinclair chuckled. “Fontaine doesn’t laugh or cheer. At least, not conventionally. Now, he likes you pissed off—ah, if you’ll pardon the expression—but he doesn’t spend half as much time thinking about you as you do about him.” Sinclair pointed at him with his empty cigarette holder. “Look, Andrew, you’re lettin’ these nobodies eat you up from the inside out. And they’re nobodies, you get me? Nobody’s as big as you.”

“Fontaine is hardly a ‘nobody.’”

“All right, I’ll give you that. But Topside is.” Sinclair looked into his breast pocket, raised his brows, and tucked the empty holder into his mouth.

Ryan’s eye fell to his pocket, drifted up to his eyes. “You yourself, Sinclair… sometimes I wonder.”

Sinclair smiled. “About what?”

“Whose side you are really on.”

“Capital’s, naturally.” Sinclair shrugged. “Thought we came down here to avoid all that, ah… ‘side’ nonsense.”

“There have always been sides, Sinclair. There is the philosophy and there are parasites. There is the philosophy and there are those who make a mockery of it.” Ryan drew another cigarette from his pocket. Oxford brand. He had been their spokesman for a time.

“The philosophy is about the dollar, so I’m all about the philosophy,” Sinclair said. “Look, you have nothing to worry about with me, chief. I’m a sensible man. But I am just a man, with a man’s needs. Same as you’ve got, I reckon.” His accent turned dramatic, his smile sarcastic. “I’d like this boy’s friendship and I can’t have it when he’s dangling from a ceiling. If you take the trouble to paint him up into a bogeyman, well… I’ll just say it: that’s less about him and more about you.”

Ryan’s lip curled. “Are you saying I lie, Mr. Sinclair?”

“Oh, lord, no. Not you.”

“Then,” Ryan said, snapping his lighter, “who is the liar here?”

“If you want to find a liar, I’m sure you’ll find one,” Sinclair said. His own eyes had grown dark and shuttered. Ryan gazed upon the same cold and unreadable expression as his own. Neither man blinked. Their standoff was broken only when the waitress returned with a glass, sliding it in front of Sinclair. It was Sinclair who blinked first, turning with a light cough.

“Ah, thank you, honey,” Sinclair said. “You sure you don’t want a drink, Andy? I’m payin’.”

“No. Thank you.” Ryan waved the waitress away. “Tell me, Sinclair. How much of your money is wrapped up in Fontaine’s matters?”

“About the same amount as is wrapped up in yours,” Sinclair said. “Ask your friends at Mulligan’s. They give you that information already, I presume.”

Ryan’s frown deepened. “You bought into Fontaine’s oxygen supply last I heard.”

“Oh, he’s gobblin’ things up right and left, chief!” Sinclair said, clapping himself on the chest. “And I’ve seen his delivery system. Just spectacular. Improves quality by every measurable standar…”

“Do you hear yourself?” Ryan asked.

Sinclair blinked. “Well, I’d hope so. I just put a helluva a lot of money in that thing.”

“Fontaine is taking the city.” Ryan said it to the table more than to Sinclair. He lifted his eyes. “And you are enabling him.”

For a moment, Sinclair was struck dumb. His eyes locked on Ryan’s, his mouth pursed up in what was trying to turn into a laugh.

“Pardon me?” he asked at last.

“Fontaine cares nothing for the philosophy,” Ryan said. “And he is poisoning this city one charity at a time. Surely you’ve seen it.”

“Andy, I must admit, I’m a mite confused,” Sinclair said, cocking his head. “Yes, he runs charities, but that’s his money. I’m not funding those. I’m funding the end to obesity and the latest synthetics for a pale complexion. Be reasonable, man. Ah, one second.”

Sinclair waved down his waitress, pointed at something on his menu, made a face, muttered something about the cook or the cut, and shooed her off.

“My apologies,” he said, clearing his throat. “Didn’t eat lunch. Are you sure you wouldn’t like…”

“Do you think he supports those wretches on his efforts alone?” Ryan asked.

“His money ain’t my money,” Sinclair said. “Once it passes hands it’s outta my control. I’m gettin’ what I asked for—the cure for, ah—cancer, baldness, even mortality—and a tidy profit on top all that—so why should I demand any more? Oh, I’ll say it, chief: this is unlike you. You gettin’ enough rest down there?”

“Is everything a joke to you?” Ryan asked softly. “Do you not see the city transforming beneath us? There could be no Lamb without Fontaine. There could be no Topside without Fontaine.”

“Andy, what the hell…”

“There could be no poorhouses, no orphanages, no bread lines. Already I see their little signs: ‘Ryan Does Not Own Us.’ For instead of raising themselves, they seek to degrade me. And if you believe they will stop with my head…”

“Let me stop you right there,” Sinclair said. “Now I read your essays on the philosophy. I even read your attempts at fiction, god bless your soul. And I’m tryin’ to think of a single instance where honest businessmen were cowing others into givin’ ’em more of a hand than they deserve. You should remember them, seein’ as you wrote it: those were the villains.”

“You accuse me of offering bribes?” Ryan spat.

“What do you mean by asking how much of my money goes into Fontaine’s coffers, then?” Sinclair asked. “Tell me, Andy—you’d rather I pour all my money into Arcadia? Well, Demeter’s been pushin’ 30% more O2 than Arcadia for the last six months. More O2, faster, with better CO2 scrubbers, better moisture entrapment and recycling—hell. You name it, they’ve built it. I’ve started running it through my Drop locations and it’s startin’ to look like air quality is better down with the homeless than it is up in Apollo. Look, I’d be a fool not to invest. Hell, you’d be a fool not to look into his tech.” He threw his arms open. “Why, I figured all this was the aim of the game. As I heard a wise man say once, ‘The strong will not be constrained by the weak.’”

Ryan sighed and rose slowly to his feet. “I understand your folly now, Augustus.”

“Oh, do tell,” Sinclair said, pulling a cigarette out of his pocket and jamming it into his holder.

“You believe in the dollar and nothing else,” Ryan said. “Not human integrity; not the narrow path.”

“I don’t believe in metaphysics, it’s true,” said Sinclair, and snapped his lighter. “And I thought you were the same.” He blew out a stream of smoke.

Ryan laughed soundlessly, mouthed his cigarette.

“Someday, perhaps soon, there will be a reckoning,” he said. “I will be watching you, Sinclair.”

Sinclair cracked a smile, leaning back in his booth. “Hope you like what you see. But if you don’t, do feel free to stop by for a chat. You know my door is always open.”

UPRISING: BLACK SCRAPBOOK HUB

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #topclair #augustus sinclair #andrew ryan #fanfiction #writing #since I've got some topclair watchers now lol #vvatchword #only man #uprising #this is a revised draft but it's wonky and I need to fix #two implications that won't come over: the 'justice' system in Rapture (which I invented according to libertarian ideals)#and Sinclair smokes cigarettes with real tobacco which can only come from the surface hence smuggling #as of this point in the story Topside is avoiding Sinclair but Sinclair is a fucking persistence predator #you could think of this as a slow burn #also my apologies to readers from the state of Georgia #I started slipping into Texanisms and just never stopped #enjoy that #or don't #I never get an excuse to write drawling southern characters so I uh #anyway what I really need to do is comprehend venture capital and what investing looked like in midcentury USA #I'm so bad at money and math you guys this is about to hurt me #anyway if anyone knows of any books please tell me #especially books with firsthand accounts and business motherfuckers talking business motherfuckery

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tixij · 1 year

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I love concept vs execution

#m #this is my bioshock oc if her parents stayed on the surface #now I have to draw big sister armor aaaaaaaaaa*explodes*#*

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jackjolene · 2 years

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BioShock/Sinking City: Welcome to the Surface

Onboard the apparent escape craft, Jack and Liz find five little girls and one teenage girl decked out in a diving suit like the one who had he had fought in Oakmont. The resulting tense standoff between Jack and Eleanor is thankfully resolved when Tenenbaum’s sphere surfaced and she gets the two of them to stand down.

After getting Eleanor, Tenenbaum, Subject Sigma (aka Charles Milton Porter), and all the girls that they and Delta rescued onboard the Mary Catherine, Jack proceeds to chew out Tenenbaum for taking their submersible and going off on her own to Rapture of all places.

Tenenbaum points out that while it was foolhardy, it worked out: All the kidnapped girls have been rescued risking only the life of a single person (herself), and they have acquired the resources and people for a new mission. When asked what this mission is, she replies: “Saving the survivors of Rapture.”

For a while now, she has been theorizing about a cure for ADAM sickness. It would work by using ADAM’s own recall of past genetic changes to reverse the splicing and turn a splicer back to normal. The issue is the sheer number of potential bonding sites for such a cure. Tenenbaum needed a powerful computer to calculate these sites, and she found it in the “Rapture Operational Data Interpreter Network”, or the “Thinker”.

With the Thinker’s blueprints and the resources of Ryan Industries in hand, they’ll be able to make a second Thinker, create the cure for ADAM, and then return to Rapture to cure the remaining splicers and also save the surviving non-splicers.

This changes everything for Jack. For years now, Rapture was shoved into the back of his mind. When it became clear that someone in Rapture was responsible for the coastal kidnappings, the legacy of Andrew Ryan, his father, was brought right back up.

Feeling responsible for the horrors that have continued on in Rapture during his absence, and while reluctant to go back, Jack is all for this cure and saving whoever is left. He pledges to return to Rapture after developing this cure and using the resources of the original rescue mission as the groundwork for another, larger expedition. With that, he orders the Mary Catherine to set a course to Iceland to get the rescued girls to the authorities.

After handing off the girls to the Icelandic authorities and making up a story for having found them, the Mary Catherine sets sail for its home port of Oakmont. They arrive just in time for Thanksgiving, with the Jolene girls and the Reed family waiting on their pier for them as they dock.

After a joyous reunion, Jack, Liz, and Tenenbaum introduce Eleanor and Porter to their friends and family. Still a Big Daddy, Porter is stuck with having to wave and make a whale-like noise. Thankfully, the Jolenes and the Reeds are used to interacting with far stranger things than him.

As for Eleanor, thanks to the isolation imposed by her mother, she is very unused to interacting with new people, especially with her own age group. Due to her experiences, she finds it easier to talk and relate with adults. After managing to say hi to Masha, Leta, Sally, Annabelle, and Daisy, she moves on to the Reeds who, she realizes with a shock, she recognizes them as a rush of memories race through her mind.

She remembers growing up in Oakmont, looking up to her father and wanting to be a Navy diver just like him, achieving that dream, then going independent and working as a freelance diver, which led her to finding an undercity run by the missing tycoon, Andrew Ryan. Subject Delta, Johnny Topside, is none other than Jonathan Reed, the son of Charles and Joy Reed.

When she took Delta’s ADAM to preserve his consciousness in her mind, not only did she gain his plasmids and gene tonics, but she also gained access to the memories that he had lost in the process of becoming a Big Daddy. Faced with the family that Delta was denied for over ten years, Eleanor swallows hard and puts up a brave face as she greets her “grandfather”, “grandmother”, and the siblings of her “father”, somehow managing not to cry.

The Jolenes and Reeds have their traditional Thanksgiving dinner, which is held this year at Jolene Manor (formerly Blackwood Manor), with two unexpected guests. Having never seen so much food and of such variety, Eleanor stuffs her face, after which she takes a long and satisfied nap. Porter doesn’t contribute a lot to the dinner conversation, but the Jolenes and Reeds make sure that he knows he’s welcome.

After dinner, Jack and Liz take Charles and Joy aside and explain everything: Rapture, ADAM, plasmids, Big Daddies, Little Sisters, Big Sisters, and now, their new mission to save the survivors of Rapture. Charles and Joy aren’t really surprised; they figured that the backstories of Jack, Liz, and their adopted daughters were likely strange. After all, nobody that comes to live in or was born in Oakmont has a normal life.

Tenenbaum is for immediately beginning work on the new Thinker; she sees no point in stalling and Jack agrees with her. The sooner they get back to Rapture, the more people they can save. That just leaves one question: Who’s coming with?

Jack is a given; his status as Andrew Ryan’s heir means that Rapture’s security systems will be open to him. He doesn’t like the idea of Liz coming with, but she’s made it clear that where he goes, she goes as well. Besides, her skills with stealth make her a valuable asset in Rapture’s environment. Tenenbaum knows the ins and outs of both the city and ADAM, so she’s also coming with.

Charles would love to come with and help his friends, but he’s gotten on in years. He’s glad that his children’s lack of powers exclude them from going to Rapture; Jack is glad the same is true for his girls.

That leaves Eleanor and Porter. While both are powerful combatants and veterans of the insanity and horror of Rapture, Jack and Co. wouldn’t blame either of them if they didn’t want to come with. They’ve been through a lot, and asking them to go back to Rapture would be cruel.

It’s going to take a while for the new Thinker to be built and calculate the cure’s bonding sites, so that means that Eleanor and Porter will have time to recover from their ordeals. Sadly, Porter’s activities will be limited, as he’s still stuck in his Big Daddy suit and that’ll have people asking questions, even in a town like Oakmont.

Eleanor has more options. While she’s almost seven feet tall (Big Sisters are about 6 feet, 10 inches), she has no splicing damage and isn’t grafted into her suit. The city of Oakmont, with all its strangeness, secrets, and dark history, is about to become the playground and school for a daughter of Rapture.

#bioshock #sinking city #jack wynand #elizabeth dewitt #jackabeth #tenenbaum #eleanor lamb #subject sigma #charles milton porter #minerva's den #thanksgiving #they all have a lot to be thankful for #i love the idea of subject delta being charles reeds kid and following in his fathers footsteps #oakmont is not the best place for eleanor to learn about living on the surface #but at least shes got experience when dealing with crazy homicidal people

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mail-me-a-snail · 2 years

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i think (in a world where they all get to the surface) after tenenbaum turns delta back into a "human" johnny would go work in a garage :]

#bioshock 2 #look i have it all in my head.#whats popular in the early 70s? THATS RIGHT #CARS #therefore i present: sinclair automobiles #totally new rebranding #building him delta and eleanor a new life on the surface #so johnny goes and works in one of the garages ^_^#plus no one is gonna ask about his facial scars #theyre all gonna think its sooo radical #my post #raptures favorite sea slug

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charlietheepicwriter7 · 6 months

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Always a man, a city, and a lighthouse...

"Robin, Red Robin, stay back for a minute," Batman said as he dismissed everyone for patrol. "I have a new mission for you. Dozens of civilians have gone missing around the decommissioned Gotham City Lighthouse." A few clicks and the Batcomputer displayed a map of the Upper West Side, a highlight on the lighthouse. "I want you both to investigate the building. Everyone who's gone missing entered the lighthouse, but nothing has been found by the police. I suspect that the lighthouse is being used for gun smuggling, but we need more information.

"That's where you two come in."

Or, I've been reading too much of @virgamsysxvolumes 's Lucky Rush AU, and wanted a true Bioshock AU for dc x dp.

Underneath the city, in the vast and endless caverns beneith Gotham, lies the subterranean city of Amity. Amity was the pet project of the mad scientist couple, the Drs. Fenton, to investigate the effects of ectoplasm on humans, but with the help of their best friend, Vlad Masters, they transformed Amity into a Technocracy City filled with scientists, and completely lacking in morals.

Or at least, that's how it was ten years ago, before the creation of Plasm (the Adam replacement), a neon green goo that's basically meth that gives you superpowers. Everyone from the top scientists to the lower working class starting doping on Plasm, which gave people the ability to control fire, create hallucinogenic spores, summon bats, etc. Vlad, the mayor, was deposed in a cue let by the Fentons and the city descended into anarchy, with people from the surface getting lured down from the lighthouse so they can continue their experiments.

The Fentons are 100% not good people in this. Jack is in charge of all the technological advances in Amity, while Maddie has created human/ghost hybrids--the Little Sisters of the story--that can naturally harvest ectoplasm from dead bodies to use for experiments. Once everyone's hooked on Plasm, the Little Sisters are in danger from acting Splicers, so she creates Big Daddies to protect them.

Danny is the only Little Brother, and Jazz is the only Big Sister. Vlad turned them both into monsters as revenge against the Fentons for the cue, but the couple didn't really care, with Jack barely acknowledging he has children, and Maddie acting like they were never turned into monsters to begin with. Not sure about ages... Jazz is probably the same as her canon age, but if Danny is still 14, he looks 10, tiny and malnourished and pale.

Tim and Damian are trapped in Amity after an automatic system determines them as good test subjects. The AI filters out any cops, so that's why the police never found anything. The elavator brings them down into the city, showing a sweeping shot of neon in the darkness of the caves, and the boys figure out pretty quickly something is blocking their calls.

Tim gets super injured early on. I think, a Jack Fenton booby trap (that exclaims that it's a Jack Fenton Booby Trap moments before activating, which should be funny, but isn't when death lasers are being launched at him.). Damian gets captured, and that's when Tim is contacted by Vlad, who is our Atlas stand in for the game, only Tim immediately realizes that this man is sketchy af.

But unfortunately, in order to rescue Damian, Tim has to splice himself with Plasm. Maybe its for fire-wielding, or telekinesis but Tim can't get to wherever Damian is being held and, while torn, splices himself to save Damian.

Damian was kidnapped because his exposure to Lazirus Waters made a Big Daddy think he was a Little Sister, so it brought him back to the Casper Academy, which is where Little Sisters drop their harvests off in the care of William Lancer. Lancer looks after the girls because Maddie Fenton is too busy, but it's against his will despite him caring for them all. He's trapped in the building, can't leave or he dies. He's actually relieved to know that Vlad is still alive and trusts him, because to Lancer he was just a good mayor who was overthrown and the Fentons are the real bad guys, just look what they did to their kids!

This is where the batkids first learn about Danny and Jazz, although they don't meet them until a while after this. Danny actually ends up being the one leaving Plasm out for Tim every time he rescues a Little Sister. (Sidenote, they end up killing people while in Amity. While both do have death counts, the problem with Amity is that they have to use stronger and stronger levels of force to get people to go down, leading them to escalating and killing quite a few).

Lancer points them to communications to get their comms working again, and that area is run by Damon Grey.

At some point after comms are back on, the two learn that Red Hood actually came in after them after hours of no communication and has been captured by Maddie Fenton, who intends to turn him into a Big Daddy.

In late story, it's revealed that Jack Fenton was murdered before the cue even happened, and that the Jack Fenton they'd been communicating with the entire time was an AI assistant created by living Jack to keep his work going. The cue was actually retaliation from Maddie and the Jack AI for murdering Jack.

The story would eventually end with Tim, Damian, and Jason freeing all the Little Sisters along with Danny and Jazz.

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kirblovestopoyo · 8 months

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Hi I'm sorry for being ill about bioshock on main but something just hit me like a train I need you all to see my vision

So in a removed audio diary, Sinclair (paraphrasing here) talks about how when he was younger, his grandpa worked on making the Panama canal, claiming to do it for the sake of others and "the greater good". He ended up drowning while doing the job, and basically imprinted this fact of "the only efforts worth putting in are for myself", and we can see this throughout the rest of his lore in the Rapture; renting out inmates of Persephone to test on, using cheap labor, he didn't care which side tested his stuff as long as it was business, ect. This was all for his own personal gain, to spread his businesses throughout rapture, not for anyone else. And even through the first few parts of Bioshock 2 in general he talks about going back up to the surface with some of Rapture's technologies to make some money.

However, this take a complete 180 near the end of his story. When Sinclair gets put into the Big Daddy suit, he tells Delta not to blame himself with his death and to stick it to Sofia after he dies and let Eleanor see the sun. He literally begs and pleads Delta to kill him, not let him hurt Eleanor, to stay, and he cries out whenever he kills Delta. He feels remorseful, horrible, everything under the umbrella because of what he's doing to him. Obviously, this is not in his control, as Sofia (i hope she explodes) is the one controlling him, but that doesn't disregard the fact that he actually has feelings for someone else, that he cares about someone else, and that he would be "happy" to die for someone else: Delta. And eventually, he does die, for Delta, in the City of Rapture, under the Atlantic ocean.

Just like his grandpa, Augustus Sinclair dies in the water for the greater good, for the sake of another.

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #bioshock spoilers #subject delta #augustus sinclair #topclair #sort of?? eh i'll tag it #also i hope this doesn't feel like i'm reaching at all because it genuinely makes sense in my head idk if it translates

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kluskinoodles · 10 days

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So hypothetically if the back to the surface peeps went to therapy or a psychologist or whatever, what would they get diagnosed with? (Cause ik these bitches ain't doin well)

Hi hi hi! I’m glad you asked! Well if they hypothetically would go to a current therapist/psychologist and/or doctor (because we know if they went to a 1950s one they would not do that great)

As we know Tenenbaum gots the autism and Martin got diagnosed with autism too.

Silas has ADHD combined type and signs of joint hypermobility (like my dumbass)

Hector has depression and a substance use disorder (we all knew this one)

Kyle has ????? Haven’t really thought about it, he’s a people pleaser and follows orders. So what are your thoughts.

Suchong has a mood disorder that makes him have horrible anger issues and also has a substance use disorder

Jack and Eleanor got autism

Alexander has anxiety and depression, and then he got diagnosed with Dyslexia

Sinclair doesn’t care about that kind of stuff so he refused to go so I couldn’t get his answer.

#kluskinotes #bioshock: to the surface #hi hi M0th!!

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feelings-flooding-away · 1 year

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WAIT If delta made it to the surface tenenbaum knows someone who can un-bigdaddy him because both jack and porter have been turned back. Jack made the turn and he’s shown not having the armour In the good ending cutscene. And porter’s voice was returned In the end of Minerva’s den. As he’s speaking to pearl one last time.

HIM AND SINCLAIR COULD’VE BEEN UN-BIGDADDIED NOOOOOOO OH MY BREAKING HEART WHYYYYYYYYYYYYYY IM GOIJG TO CRY ESCUSE ME IM GOING TO READ BIOSHOCK 2 REWRITES AND MOURN MY BELOVEDS

#bioshock #bioshock 2 #subject delta #augustus sinclair #johnny topside #jack wynand #charles milton porter #vent #why would you do this to me

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didyoutrydynamite · 1 year

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I love the bioshock crossover and would humbly ask how would the interactions between jaune and the Lutece twins go around

Jaune: *After seemingly falling for eternity, he's surprised by a flash of light followed by the sound of thunder. Next came the howling winds, the falling rain as he plummeted through a storm. He had just barely registered the chaotic ocean waves below before bracing for impact. He manages to break the water's surface to gasp for air.* R-RUBYYYYY! WEISSS?! BLAKE!? *COUGH COUGH!* YANG-*COUGH* ANYONNEEEE!?

Boat: *Rows up next to Jaune, two pairs of arm pulling him into the boat*

Jaune: *Rolls onto his back, coughing up sea water*

Robert: Goodness, you seem to have fallen quite far.

Rosalind: Maybe farther than anyone before. Are you injured, young man?

Jaune: *Shaken, he sits up and takes stock of his surroundings* W-who are you? Where am I?

Robert: I am Robert, this is my dear sister, Rosalind, and you appear to have landed in our universe.

Jaune: *Eyes widen in confusion* Universe? What do you mean?

Rosalind: You see, young man, there are many different universes, each with their own unique properties and laws of physics. It seems that you have fallen into one that is not your own.

Jaune: *Stunned* How is that even possible?

Rosalind: That is the question isn't it? Tell me, have you happened to have stumbled between the fabrics of multiple realities?

Jaune: I- uh, fell in a void between portals, I guess?

Rosalind/Robert: *Nod to eachother* That'll do it.

Robert: *Leans in* What is your name?

Jaune: *Gulps* J-Jaune, Jaune Arc.

Rosalind: And that armor. Are you a soldier of sorts? A warrior?

Jaune: *Sits more comfortably in the boat* I'm a Huntsman, I was trained to fight monsters and bad guys.

Rosalind/Robert: *Share a look*

Robert: No.

Rosalind: I haven't even made my proposition yet.

Jaune: *Confused* What proposition?

Robert: It's never been anyone else.

Rosalind: Maybe that's the issue. Things have gotten quite messy as it is.

Robert: And adding a completely unknown variable won't be just as, if not more messy? We can't deviate despite the complications, Sister. One goes into an experiment knowing they can fail.

Jaune: Excuse me?

Rosalind: But one does not undertake an experiment knowing one HAS failed. Face it Brother, we've caught ourselves in a loop. No matter how many Bookers we throw into the fray, they inevitably fail or inadvertently perpetuate the loop. It is clear that we require a wildcard, an element of unpredictability that the universe has not yet accounted for.

Jaune: E-EXCUSE ME!

Robert/Rosalind: *Turn* Yes, Mr. Arc?

Jaune: Listen, I'm sorry if you're dealing with something right now, but I have to get back home. My friends and my world are in trouble, and I can't just sit around here.

Rosalind/Robert: *Share another look*

Robert: *Sighs and nods*

Rosalind: Mr. Arc. We understand your plight, but I'm afraid we can't send you back to your world... yet.

Jaune: *Peaked interest* Yet? So there's a way back?!

Rosalind: You see, by helping us solve our problem, you can also solve yours.

Robert: *Hands Jaune a box that seemed to have appeared from nowhere* There is a girl being held prisoner in the city of Colombia. Only she has the power to send you back to your rightful universe. Free the girl...

Rosalind: ...And you may return home.

Jaune: *Opens box to find notes, pictures, drawings, and a loaded gun* Will this be dangerous?

Robert: No more dangerous than fighting monsters, I'd presume.

Jaune: *Looks at the contents of the box with a mixture of apprehension and determination* I'll do it. I have to try. Where do we start?

Rosalind: First, we start with rowing. Brother?

Robert: *Sighs* Yes, yes. I know the- *Thoughtful expression* Mr. Arc. Do you row?

Jaune: Uh, sure. I can help row.

Robert: *Leans to Rosalind* I like this one much better already.

Rosalind: *Pleased smile* I'm sure he will prove to be a very interesting variable, Brother.

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