#dark sun = atlas

[llamaisllama777]

When it comes to TSAMS opinions/headcanons/theories, what’s a hill you’re willing to die on?

👏👏

Thank you for this question! Time for a little controversy

Opinions

1.Monty x Earth is the best ship in the show. Don't @ me

2. The Astrals do more harm than good

3.(Not really tsams related, but) Funtime Foxy and Freddy Fazbear are an underrated duo. I love when they interact

Theories

1. All the shows/the whole universe is stuck in a timeloop

2. Dark Sun is Cetus

3. Atlas is Dark Sun in disguise

Headcanons

1. Whenever Nexus commanded someone to kneel, purple chains would form around them and force them to the ground.

2. Jack sometimes sleeps outside Dazzle's room like a guard dog

3. Monty loves to hug Earth's hair (That stuff is stinkin' soft!)

4. Moon is more of an Iron man fan while Solar was more of a Batman fan and Nexus/New Moon was also a Batman fan

5. Earth and Sun both get very deep into role-playing games (D&D, Fallout, Skyrim, etc.. etc)

6. Puppet both loves/hates small spaces. Loves cause it reminds her of her old box she used to sleep in and hates because it also reminds her of being trapped in Lefty

And lastly 7. (TRIGGER WARNING S#idcie mention)

I do still think Sun is/was/probablystillis a little suicidal. I'm sorry you can not tell me that the whole "sometimes I wish I was dead" line didn't mean anything. I do think Sun WAS suicidal but now he's gotten better, but after everything that's happened recently.... I wouldn't be surprised if he was thinking some rather morbid thoughts again.

I know Davis said him and the others would never do anything talking about or doing anything with a character committing suicide but I still have this headcanon.

BONUS! 8. Eclipse is an Eminem fan

@br41nr0t-101 Thank you SO MUCH for asking this question! Rock on!

[tsbs-shipfessions]

I NEED, WANT, BEG for old Eclipse, before he actually died, before he had the Star, I NEED HIM.. OMG, he'd blow me up but I don't care🧎‍♀️🧎‍♀️

Also, Sun X Atlas is really cute to me, and I saw someone talk about Dark Sun x Servant Sun and omg I love that one so much (it reminds me a bit of Sans x Fells, but I think that makes me love it more)

I feel like previously being an Undertale fan and now being a TSAMS fan is a pipeline.

[tsamsheadcanons]

I have a theory/headcanon on why I think Dark Sun said in 98% of universes Sun dies while Atlas says 50/50.

Because Dark Sun has gone to other universes and or has dragged other universes into his universe (we know this from the first episode when Dark Sun shows up) and he collects data from other universes

If that's the case, Dark Sun may be going off of universes he knows and or has visited while Atlas is thinking of how there's infinite universes

Idk, just a little theory/headcanon I thought of

This makes sense

[reinedeslys-central]

when it's been so long since you've read a fic that you forget about it and you find it in the search tags and start reading it again

and it's great, if a little familiar, but you've read a lot of these sorts of fics bc you like this tag a lot, so you assume it's nothing

but then the deja vu starts adding up and you start to wonder

and then moments before the great big Plot Twist Reveal happens you're suddenly like ah hell this is the bloody sundial fic again isn't it

smh this has to be the fourth time yet

[ask-house-of-suns-au]

Hey Sun...guess what time it is...

It's magic training time 👹

@atlas-the-wizard

Sun: (*laughing nervously*) Haha... Can I pass this today? (*Slowly turning back*)

Cringe Sun (*brushing his teeth with his bangs getting pin up*): Who is that?

Dark Sun: (*giving Atlas the most disapproving look.*) Oh just some guys, no one you should care about.

Cringe Sun (*Look closely at Dark Sun and realised something. He is giggling.*) : Oh~~~ my my. I smell someone is jealous~~

Dark Sun (*he closed the book he was reading very hard*) : I'm not.

[ikamigami]

Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha today's episode was perfect! Really amazing! Great job Davis 👏

Ah it brings back memories once again.. the memories from a better time on Discord..

Though I'm not sure if I shared these thoughts there.. but I was thinking about the exact same thing that Dark Sun told Sun in today's episode.. that most Suns die.. (wait I remember that I said that xbxnnxnxnxn cause I remember that I said back then that Sun is more important than it seems and Creator doesn't want Sun to interfere with his plans hence why all Suns are suffering and die eventually..)

Dbdjdndjdnjxnnd this is so wild cause this is exactly what I was thinking.. and also once again the alluding to Sun being capable of changing fate..

Ha ha ha ha I always knew that Sun doesn't hate Nexus and even after what Dark Sun told him he still can't tell with determination and certainity that he'll kill Nexus..

Also what's more funny is the fact that Dark Sun was driving Nexus more on the edge by saying that Sun is in danger.. that Sun will die.. he knew exactly what he was doing..

And now he's saying that Nexus is just like all those Moons who killed their Suns.. and this is what I think Dark Sun lied about..

I'm pretty sure that 98% of Suns dying is true..

And another funny thing is that 98%.. doesn't it remind you all of something? Like maybe the 2% chance that Moon will have his memories intact?

Isn't that a strange coincidence?

But I think that Dark Sun really thinks that Sun is just still kidding himself that Moon isn't like that.. or Nexus in this case..

But I'm sure that Dark Sun is lying about Nexus because he doesn't care cause for him all Moons are truly the same..

Though I'm also sure that Nexus really cares about Sun deep down..

And I'm sure that Sun won't kill Nexus.. or even if he'll be about to do this.. he won't..

I think that Sun will die (but ofc he'll be back) because he blames himself for all of this.. that if it wasn't for him Moon wouldn't be so aggressive and later he wouldn't die.. and later Nexus wouldn't have to deal with everything because Sun is uncapable and later Nexus wouldn't end up like that.. none of this would've happened if it wasn't for Sun..

Someone could say that I'm wrong because why Sun would or should blame himself..

But tell me this.. why then Sun was silent most of the time when someone was accusing him of shit.. like Eclipse or Bloodmoon or Moon or whatever.. why? Why does he barely audibly whisper that it's not his fault? Why he's scared that he's just like Bloodmoon or worse?

If Sun doesn't blame himself then why he isn't furious? Why he doesn't hate Nexus?

Because how can he.. when it's all his fault? How can he hate Moon or Nexus or whoever else when it's all his fault?

I don't know what exactly will happen.. but I'm sure that most fans will be shocked by Sun's decision..

Also even though Atlas said some pretty good stuff.. I still can't bring myself to trust him..

And well.. both Dark Sun and Atlas are pushing Sun to action which I'm pretty sure will end up badly..

But I have a feeling that Puppet's dream will become a reality sooner or later.. I wish cause I really want Sun and Eclipse's moment nxnxbxbxnndnd

Anyway I'm sure that something big will happen right before October like usually.. but I think that this year will be even better bxbxbxbbzbz

I can't wait (⁠≧⁠▽⁠≦⁠)

[mantasunrays]

4.8.24

[mundmutter]

little tag drop pt1

❥ ― And thus does the atlas plummet from the heavens to meet his witch | her hero atlas ❥ ― blooming in a garden of loneliness ― I see a flower that resembles you | her desert rose saint ❥ ― if i should leave this lonely world behind ― your voice will still remember our melody | her morning sun kento ❥ ― and i heard your heart beating in the darkness too ― so I stayed in the darkness with you | her guardian knight zoro

@hmrtia @villain-he @zangyo @kaizokugaris

[gameboyhamazing]

I can’t believe there’s not a single crossover I can find of golden sun and avatar it would be so fun

someone out there understands the vision I have, I know it

[chatxkilluaxnoir]

Be warned. The stuff in that post is pretty/very messed up if you want to read it. But, this is the Zoldycks after all.

Semifinals

Fire Nation Royal Family (Avatar: The Last Airbender) VS the Zoldycks (Hunter X Hunter)

Fire Nation Royal Family

Members: Sozin, Azulon, Iroh, Ozai, Ursa, Zuko, Azula

Propaganda:

CW: attempted murder, physical abuse, burning

"*gestures widely* The murders/murder attempts are all over the place" "They’re so messed up. Uncle Iroh’s the only one with anything resembling mental stability." "So much abuse. Ozai burned half of Zuko's face off and emotionally manipulated Azula."

The Zoldycks

Members: Zeno, Silva, Kikyo, Illumi, Milluki, Killua, Alluka, Kalluto

Propaganda:

CW: murder, torture, isolation

"What ISN'T dysfunctional about them? A family of assassins, they train all their children to be killers, including with literal torture. Killua is the one of the family who's a main character, the heir of the family, and he eventually runs away due to the dysfunctionality. All the kids are isolated, told they don't deserve friendship, and they all have different opinions on family matters but it affects them all! Illumi wants to control Killua to as extreme a degree as he possibly can, and even though Silva lets Killua leave, he fully expects him to return home and join the family business again, and both him and Zeno knew about Illumi's extreme methods of control." Note: edited for length, full submission here

[tsbs-shipfessions]

This fandom turned me into a multishipper. Mainly all the not incest Sun ships. Sun x Bloodmoon (favorite), Sun x Eclipse, Sun x Dark Sun, Sun x KC, Sun x Atlas, Sun x Taurus, and maybe Sun x Solar (though that could be incest)

I’ve seen Sun x Ruin but I haven’t really latched on to that one… yet. Sun x Ruin shippers hit me with your best shot

[tsukimefuku]

content warning: soft Aizawa x Reader, spoilers for season 6 of the anime, hurt and comfort, some fluff, roughly proofread. just a little something to get me off the writing rut. 1.1k

With a long-drawn sigh, Aizawa slouched back into the teacher’s lounge sofa, stretching his own leg forward as he mindlessly covered the eye patch with one of his hands. You wondered if his movement was propelled by a force of habit to scratch his phantom eye.

You had been catching up to speed on all the plans the pro heroes had made for what could only be dubbed as the D day. All the tireless, collective efforts to save Japan from more heartache and destruction. They had suffered enough — you all had.

At that moment, as your colleague draped his arms over the sofa, you couldn’t help but picture in him the figure of a hero Atlas carrying the weight of the world on his back.

Oxygen calmly came in and out of your nostrils, but somehow, your chest tightened as the room grew quieter after Aizawa’s sigh. The few stray rays of a setting sun cast on both of you the fleeting warmth of the calm before the storm, such as the bated breath from a last night on Earth.

“Hey,” you said, your voice lower than usual, barely above a whisper.

He hummed in return, still with his head dangling back in between his worn down shoulders, as he gazed past through the ceiling.

“You seem tired,” you concluded, mentally facepalming yourself with the stupidity of the obvious. Of course he was. You were too. The entirety of the UA was. “I…” you tried offering something else in earnest, but your voice trailed off to silence, only adding to the somber discomfort as the sun drew nearer to the horizon and darkness began slowly seeping into the lounge.

“I know,” he replied, tilting his head forward to look at you, fully aware that there was nothing much else to say in such circumstances. The dark circle under his eye hinted that tiredness was probably the only feeling his weary self could muster up to bear at that moment.

Ever since your high school days, when you weren’t much more than a teenager with a silly crush on your grumpy classmate and a chip on your shoulder, you had never seen Aizawa look so exhausted. Not during the exams you took together, not when you became teachers and pro heroes with gnarly working hours, not even after spending weeks in the hospital.

He looked decades older than himself.

You stepped towards Aizawa while sparing him a smile and stood in front of him, tilting your head down to meet his gaze.

“You’re looking like shit.”

A soft smile pulled on his cheek, which instantly brought you some semblance of comfort. These smiles from him — a rare occurrence, as you’d learned quickly during your first week of classes at UA with him eons ago — always did.

“Right back at you,” he replied, leaning forward on his knees with his elbows.

You chuckled, and he huffed, still with that smile on his face before it faded. His usual nonchalant expression was slightly tainted with the preoccupation of a teacher. You knew, you had seen that same face in the mirror more times than you could count.

“Aizawa, the students will be okay. They’re trained, we have a solid plan, and we know what we’re all dealing with this time,” you stated, putting your hands over his shoulders.

“You know that doesn’t guarantee anything,” he noted, and he was absolutely right.

“Still,” you insisted, “you have to believe it will all be okay. Otherwise, you won’t be able to rest well for tomorrow, and you absolutely need to.”

“I’m not the worrisome type,” Aizawa remarked.

“You give yourself too much credit.”

It was his time to chuckle, soft and low. For a while, you both stood there motionless, with your hands resting reassuringly over his shoulders. To share each other’s presence had been a staple for years, and the same could be said about the comfort you both drew from it.

Aizawa had this no-bullshit, straightforward way of dealing with things that drew you in right from the start, and the silly teenage crush became true admiration after a while. That, and the endless patience — in his own brand of brashness — that he had with you, because somehow, he saw something in you. Potential, he said years ago. And he was right.

You decided in a not-so-recent past to let go of your feelings for him — a not so successful attempt, but still. You were both always elbow-deep in a workload that never seemed to decrease, no matter how many hours you put in between the school and the pro hero gig. To have only twenty-four hours in a day seemed like a bad joke from the Gods to people like you two.

Not the greatest idea to get involved like this and risk such a treasured… something. Friendship? The word felt inaccurate to this day to explain the deep trust and bond forged through those decades.

“Can I offer some help with anything?” you gently brushed your thumbs over his shoulders before retreating your hands back to your waist, “You always have a pile of stuff to sort out before sleep, and you sure as hell need some shuteye quality time.”

Aizawa kept silent, his gaze low and focused on the ground.

“Shota?” You asked, still meeting no answer whatsoever.

Before you realized, he rested the side of his face over your abdomen, and gently pulled both of your hands up to his hair. Surprised, your breath hitched on its way out, and your eyes fluttered as your heart picked up the pace.

“Is this okay?” Aizawa asked, closing his eye while he relaxed further into you.

You softly hummed in accordance, brushing the tips of your fingers down his long locks, careful not to tangle them on his eye patch elastic band.

“I’m not just…” he paused, considering his words for a moment before continuing, “I’m not concerned only about the students.” He said those last words in a whisper, as his hands made their way to hold your elbows delicately.

Your hands instinctively tightened around his head, pressing him against you until it became a yearning embrace.

“I’ll be fine, I promise,” you whispered back, heaving a little before your next words, “promise me you will too?”

His hands slid under your arms, trailing around your body to press against your back while he hugged you back.

“I promise.”

You both stayed there for what felt like an eternity, embracing each other in borrowed time until the sun was finally set under the city’s skyline, taking away the last rays of clarity along with it.

written by tsukimefuku ㋡ comments and reblogs are appreciated. do not copy, translate or repost. copycatting is for losers.

[jezebelblues]

Hi can you do another dad!Harry x reader where Niall meets atlas and he and Harry teach him how to play football and Harry Niall playfully argue about what team atlas will root for. And Niall also wants to teach him how to play the guitar.

june’22 | dadrry blurb

summary: check the request u silly goose ^

also hello anon, thank u for the request <3 sorry it took so long! hopefully it’s smthn u liked :)

cw: dadrry 🤨, unedited

word count: approx 2.3k

| i’m trying to go in order with the requests ive gotten. a lot have been dadrry which i LOVVE however im gonna take the smallest breather from it because i’ve been wanting to get a few other things out that isn’t dadrry/kid related which i hope yall will still like :^)

harry bent over and plucked a dandelion from the ground, its yellow petals nearly glowing in the gentle light. “here,” he murmured, tucking it behind atlas’s ear, nestled into dark curls that mirrored his own.

his boy squinted up at him, dimple deepening as he tilted his head, casting that same unguarded, easy smile. harry’s own grin met it, his eyes crinkling, his nose scrunching up just so. “sunny flower for my sunshine,” he said, voice a low, soft thing.

the world outside was painted in a wash of soft honeyed glow, every blade of grass dipped in a warm, dewy shimmer. somewhere overhead, the clouds stretched in lazy tufts, the kind that would drift by in no hurry, letting the sky peek through in swathes of baby blue.

they were tucked beneath the willow tree at the back of the yard, both of them shirtless, shoeless, and dusted with dirt. atlas sat cross-legged, his chubby fingers digging into the cool soil with the focus only a four-year-old could muster. he was on a mission, hunting for the little grey bugs he loved, the ones that rolled into perfect balls with the gentlest nudge.

“look, bub,” harry whispered, flipping over his hand to reveal one of the bugs crawling along his dirt-streaked palm. atlas’s face lit up, eyes wide and delighted. he gently took the bug, murmuring, “hello, potato,” as if the creature was an old friend. carefully, he coaxed it onto his own hand, watching it sprawl out its tiny legs, finally uncurling. “there y’are,” he said with a satisfied little sigh, his finger brushing gently over its shell before he let it crawl back into the soil.

harry watched him, struck by the quiet tenderness in his son’s movements, his heart swelling with a mixture of pride and awe. atlas’s world was so simple, and yet somehow so vast, filled with magic in places adults so often overlooked.

his son’s head whipped around suddenly, catching sight of a patch of tiny purple flowers hiding near his dad’s knee. he scrambled over, tugging a few loose with careful fingers, his face lighting up like he’d found treasure. harry chuckled, watching his son’s single-minded determination as he came closer, leaning down to face his dad.

“shh,” he whispered, pressing a finger to his lips with the gravest expression he could muster. then, with a careful hand, he began tucking the little flowers into harry’s curls, his small brows furrowed in focus. one by one, purple petals nestled into the messy locks until he was satisfied. “now we match, daddy,” he said, the faintest look of triumph on his face.

harry couldn’t help the way his heart tugged, warmth spreading in his chest. “mama needs one, too,” atlas murmured, glancing around with a serious look.

“does she now?” he stood, brushing dirt from his knees, lifting atlas onto his hip with a grunt. his feet made soft imprints in the grass as they moved toward his wife, who lay stretched out on a towel near the front yard, soaking up the late afternoon sun. her eyes opened as they approached, a gentle smile tugging at her lips.

“what kind of flower, do y’think?” harry mumbled, nudging atlas’s cheek with his nose.

atlas thought for a long moment, glancing between his parents. “m’the prettiest one.”

“now that’s a hard call, mate,” he chuckled. “your mum’s too pretty for just one flower, really. her beauty would outshine it.”

atlas didn’t quite understand, but he knew his dad was talking about how lovely his mama was, so he nodded, satisfied.

just then, the clink of a metal latch echoed from the house. niall appeared, hands on his hips, a football tucked under one arm, grinning as he made his way down the steps toward them. “ready for a bit o’ footie, then?” he called, his voice bright with that familiar lilting accent.

atlas perked up immediately, wriggling in harry’s hold. harry set him down, watching as he bolted across the lawn, little legs pumping as he met niall halfway.

“now, before we get started, little man,” niall began, crouching down to atlas’s level, “we need to sort somethin’ important.”

harry groaned, wandering over with a lazy grin. “oh, here we go. already brainwashing him, are ya?”

niall chuckled, tousling atlas’s hair. “only tryin’ to steer him right, yeah? see, atlas, your dad here likes the red team, manchester united.” he said it in a tone like he was explaining a tragic flaw. “but me? i’m derby county through and through. we’re the true underdogs.” he tapped atlas’s nose for emphasis.

atlas tilted his head, clearly confused. he looked up at his dad, brow furrowed. “the red team, daddy?”

harry laughed, ruffling atlas’s curls. “that’s right, mate. we’re united fans, us. always cheer for the red team.”

niall clutched his chest in mock horror. “ah, but atlas, don’t you want to support a real team, one with heart?”

atlas just blinked between them, completely lost but amused by their playful bickering. he didn’t quite get why it mattered, but he knew his dad loved the red team, so that’s what he’d cheer for, every time.

“alright, enough of that,” niall said with a wink, rolling the football out in front of him. “time for a proper match. let’s see what you’ve got, little man.”

“think y’can win, attie?” harry asked, grinning wide as he kicked the ball softly toward atlas, who stumbled back a step as the ball nudged his bare foot.

atlas giggled, a bubbling, bright sound that made both men laugh. he glanced down at the ball, brows furrowing like he was trying to solve a puzzle, then he looked up with a determined expression. “i can beat you,” he declared, puffing out his chest with all the seriousness a four-year-old could muster.

“oh, he’s got a bit of fire in him!” niall laughed, straightening up and adjusting the dandelion in the boy’s hair. “good lad. that’s what i like to see.”

harry crouched down to meet atlas’s eye level, his smile softening. “alright, bubba. let’s start with the basics, yeah?” he placed a hand gently on atlas’s shoulder, guiding him toward the ball. “all you’ve got to do is kick it nice and easy, right to uncle niall.”

atlas gave a determined nod, his little face scrunched in concentration. he took a step back, wriggled his toes in the grass, then swung his leg forward with a small grunt. the ball wobbled and rolled just a few feet, but it was enough to get a cheer from both men.

“that’s it!” niall called, clapping his hands together as he jogged forward to stop the ball with the inside of his foot. “perfect! now let’s try somethin’ a bit trickier, yeah?” he gave the ball a gentle nudge back toward atlas. “this time, try keepin’ it goin’. we’ll pass it back and forth.”

harry stayed beside him, his hand resting lightly on his son’s shoulder, offering small tips here and there as the ball rolled between them. atlas’s kicks were unsteady, more little taps than proper strikes, but each time he got the ball to move, his face lit up like he’d just scored a winning goal.

after a few minutes, harry stepped back, letting atlas and niall keep the rhythm on their own. he folded his arms, watching them play, the gentle back-and-forth, the easy flow of laughter. niall, ever patient, exaggerated his reactions to every kick, even the weak ones, stumbling back dramatically as if atlas had knocked him off balance. it sent atlas into fits of giggles, his small frame shaking with the force of it.

“look at that!” niall called, holding his arms wide in mock surrender after a particularly strong kick from atlas. “we’ve got ourselves a future champion here! sign ‘im up for derby now, i say!”

“oi, back off,” harry said, joining them again with a wide grin. he scooped atlas up, making the little boy squeal as he swung him around in a wide arc before setting him back down. “he’s stickin’ with united. right, attie?”

atlas just beamed up at them, not understanding but pleased to be the center of attention. “yeah!” he agreed, without really knowing what he was agreeing to. “the red team!”

“traitor,” niall muttered, though his eyes were bright with laughter.

“nah, he’s just smart,” harry teased, tapping the ball with his bare foot and sending it toward niall, who caught it with an easy stop. they moved seamlessly into a light game, the ball pinging between the three of them, atlas racing after every pass with a fierce determination.

niall leaned down, conspiratorially. “tell ya what, atlas,” he said, his tone lowering as if he were revealing a great secret. “if you can get the ball past your dad just once, i’ll let you wear my derby county jersey.”

harry raised a brow, feigning indignation. “oh, no you don’t. we’re not corrupting him with your bad taste in football, mate.”

but the boy’s eyes widened with the challenge, his cheeks pink and his grin growing mischievous. he turned, the tiniest flicker of determination lighting up his eyes as he faced his dad, who crouched down slightly, hands out in front like a goalie.

“you think you can get past me, bub?” harry said, a playful glint in his eyes.

atlas didn’t answer. instead, he lunged forward, feet slipping in the damp grass as he pushed the ball with both tiny feet, charging straight at his dad. harry bit back a laugh, shuffling to the left and blocking the ball gently with his foot. atlas let out a tiny growl of frustration, spinning around and kicking again, his effort all concentration and floppy limbs.

niall ran amuck from the sidelines, letting out hushed yells to mimic that of a roaring crowd. “go on, atlas! you’ve got ‘em! he’s not that quick, trust me!”

harry shot niall a mock glare but couldn’t help the laughter bubbling up as atlas kept trying, little determined sounds huffing from him with every move. finally, with a wide grin, harry let himself stumble just a little too dramatically, the ball slipping past him as atlas charged forward.

“he’s done it!” niall whooped, jumping in the air and throwing his arms wide as if they’d just won the league. “you got him, attie! you scored!”

he froze for a second, blinking in surprise at the empty space in front of him where his dad had been. then he let out a triumphant yell, arms shooting up in the air. “i did it! i did it!”

harry caught him up in his arms, twirling him around until atlas’s laughter rang out, loud and joyful. “you did, mate,” he said, pressing a kiss to the top of his son’s head. “you got me.”

niall jogged over, slinging an arm around harry’s shoulders and holding his other hand out for a high-five, which atlas delivered with a delighted smack. “a promise is a promise,” niall said, grinning wide. “you’ll be gettin’ that derby jersey from me. though, your dad might never forgive me for it.”

“we’ll talk about that later,” harry said, giving niall a playful shove. then he turned back to atlas, setting him down and ruffling his hair again. “but for now, let’s see if you can do it again. think you’ve got another goal in you?”

atlas’s eyes gleamed with excitement as he nodded, puffing out his chest. “i can do it! m’the best player ever!”

“that’s the spirit,” niall said, positioning himself across from them and rolling the ball back to atlas. “ready when you are, champ.”

the afternoon stretched on, niall disappearing inside for a bit before reappearing at the back door, this time not with a ball, but with his battered acoustic guitar slung over one shoulder. the old wood caught the golden light just right, warm honey glinting off the curves. “thought we’d change things up a bit,” he called out, a grin tugging at the corner of his lips. he settled onto the cool grass under the shade of the willow tree, cradling the guitar in his lap.

“oh, you’re quittin’ already?” harry teased, giving the football a gentle tap with his toe toward yn, who was standing barefoot a few steps away, her hair a soft tangle in the breeze. atlas stood between them, his little legs bouncing as he tried to mimic the back-and-forth passes between his parents.

“nah,” niall replied, the strings thrumming under his fingers as he absentmindedly strummed a chord, “just thought atlas could use a break from whoopin’ your arse.”

the little one giggled, spinning around in circles as harry pretended to stumble back dramatically. yn gave the ball a light kick back to her husband, the sunlight catching the bright colors of her sundress, and harry caught it with a playful flourish. the three of them formed a small, easy triangle in the yard, the ball moving lazily between them as niall started picking out a familiar melody.

“come here, little rockstar,” niall said, patting his knee and looking over at atlas with a soft smile. “fancy learnin’ a tune?” atlas hesitated, glancing up at his dad, who gave him an encouraging nod.

“go on, attie,” harry urged, scooping the ball into his hands to pause the game. “uncle niall’s got a song for ya.”

atlas’s eyes widened, curiosity shining bright as he trotted over, plopping himself down in niall’s lap with a trusting little wiggle. the guitar was far too big for him, the wooden body swallowing his small frame as niall adjusted the position, balancing the neck across atlas’s knees.

“alright, kiddo,” niall said, his voice low and patient as he wrapped atlas’s small hands around the neck of the guitar, guiding his tiny fingers to press down on the strings. “these are called chords, yeah? they make the music. we’re gonna try somethin’ special.”

yn and harry settled down in the grass just in front of them, harry’s arm slipping around her waist as they leaned back on their elbows, watching the scene unfold with soft smiles. atlas’s little fingers fumbled against the strings, pressing too hard and too light in the same awkward movements, but niall was endlessly patient, his hands covering the boy’s, guiding him with an easy confidence.

“this one’s called a ‘g chord,’” niall explained, carefully placing atlas’s index finger on the right fret, his own fingers moving over atlas’s to show him the way. “we’re gonna play a bit of my song, yeah?”

atlas nodded solemnly, like he understood, his tongue poking out of the corner of his mouth in deep concentration. he strummed the strings with a jerky motion, producing a sound that was more discordant twang than melody. niall chuckled softly, adjusting atlas’s grip with a patient hand. “easy there, mate. it’s all about bein’ gentle, like you were with those potato bugs earlier.”

“like this?” he asked, his face scrunched in determined focus as he tried again, fingers splayed awkwardly over the frets. he plucked at the strings with all the finesse of a four-year-old, the sound shaky and uneven, but undeniably proud.

“that’s it!” niall encouraged, his voice warm and easy. “you’re doin’ perfect, bud. let’s try a bit more, yeah?” he hummed the opening bars of the song under his breath, guiding atlas through each shaky strum, the boy’s small fingers following his lead with a mixture of curiosity and pure, bright determination.

harry’s hand squeezed yn’s gently, his gaze soft as he watched his son try so earnestly. “he’s really into it, isn’t he?” yn murmured, resting her head on harry’s shoulder.

“yeah,” harry replied, his voice low, almost reverent. “reminds me of myself.”

atlas’s fingers slipped off the strings, causing a strange, discordant twang, but niall just laughed and nudged him gently. “no worries, champ. it takes a while to get it right. even i messed up plenty when i was young—ask your dad, he’ll tell ya.”

“he’s tellin’ the truth,” harry interjected with a grin, leaning back on one hand while still holding yn close. “used to be a nightmare. couldn’t get through a song without stoppin’ every few seconds.”

niall pretended to look wounded, pressing a hand dramatically to his heart. “oi, easy, now! this is a teachin’ moment, not a roast!” atlas giggled at the banter, his chubby hands clinging tighter to the guitar.

“let’s try again,”he suggested softly, tapping atlas’s little hand in encouragement. “i’ll help you with the chords, and you just strum when i say, alright?”

the curly haired boy nodded, his eyes wide and focused, and together they moved slowly, atlas’s fingers guided with care over the strings as niall led him through the simplest, gentlest notes of his song. it was more noise than song, a jumbled mix of too-loud and too-soft strums, but there was a rhythm to it, a quiet kind of magic in the way atlas’s brow furrowed with every sound he managed to coax from the instrument.

they played like that for a while, atlas’s small body wrapped in the circle of niall’s arms, the guitar humming under their hands, filling the late afternoon air with its uneven melody. the sun dipped lower, casting long, soft shadows across the grass, the golden light wrapping them all in its warm, fading glow.

when they finally finished, atlas let out a triumphant sigh, dropping his hands from the strings and leaning back into niall’s chest. “i did it,” he said with a breathless sort of wonder.

“that you did, little man,” niall replied, resting his chin lightly on top of atlas’s head, the smile in his voice clear as day. “you played your first song.”

harry clapped softly, his eyes shining with something tender as yn leaned against him, her arm around his waist. “we’ve got ourselves a musician,” he said quietly, his voice caught somewhere between pride and awe.

atlas beamed, his cheeks pink from the effort, his eyes bright with a happiness so pure and unfiltered that it tugged at everyone’s heart. “i wanna play another one,” he declared, turning to look up at niall with wide, eager eyes.

niall laughed, ruffling atlas’s messy curls. “we’ll make a rockstar outta you yet, mate. but maybe we’ll leave the heavy stuff for another day, yeah? for now, you did brilliant.”

they all sat there for a moment longer, the last traces of sunlight casting everything in a honeyed glow, the guitar cradled in atlas’s lap, his small hands still resting on the strings as if he wasn’t quite ready to let go. the world felt quieter somehow, the soft hum of the summer evening settling around them, and for a brief, perfect moment, everything was exactly as it should be.

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[ikamigami]

Atlas red flags let’s go:

Was capable of connecting with Sun’s mind from hundreds of light years away, that’s pretty powerful but we’ve seen Castor and most importantly Rez do the same thing

Has some visual similarities to Rez, like wearing blue robes and not having a face, and he says himself this is not his true appearance, also we don’t know of Rez can shapeshift and Atlas describes himself as amorphous  

He says he’s the last of his kind, could this be a Silver Surfer-Galactus situation? If I recall Silver Surfer was an alien who’s world was ravaged by Galactus and he was taken and forced to serve as Galactus’s herald, and we know Rez is Cetus’s herald, seems like a lot of coincidences lining up, he also mentions his kind were killed due to “higher matters”, which could mean the Astrals fighting negative beings, or his planet was corrupted and he joined Cetus after the Astrals destroyed it

Knows about certain events already like Nexus and Dark Sun, and alludes to the planet being in direct danger, which while many of the villains are heavy-hitters none of them have every stated or alluding to destroying the planet, even the Creator…Except Rez

Magic is antithetical to star power but who is to say then that negative star power is affected the same? Supposedly Sun began connecting to wither shards after getting magic, so it could be that negative star power and magic have beneficial effects on one another, hence why Atlas might be so familiar if he’s secretly Rez

He mentions going into people’s heads and Moon going into his, and he points out how it was Sun’s fault for Moon dying(it wasn’t his fault entirely) and he emphasizes that, Rez can also go into people’s heads and just the act of that in general is dangerous and manipulative

Bad-mouths Golden, and while Golden is certainly…A bit out there, one could interpret this as him making himself more credible and make Golden less by putting down the only other powerful magic caster Sun and Moon know 

He may not be Rez, I would think that if he was Sun might sense the negative energy but who knows, maybe Atlas is nice, all of this just feels…Too good to be true

Sorry for really really late reply but I absolutely agree with everything you said, dear anon 👏

I also add the new stuff

Conviently when Atlas was somewhere else both times someone dangerous appeared - first Dark Sun and in today's episode Nexus..

And later also conviently Atlas could tell some helpful words to Sun..

It makes him super suspicious.. he tries to win Sun's trust for some reason..

Maybe because he knows that Sun is powerful.. so he wants to have Sun on his side..

I think that he tries to manipulate Sun but in more effective way than every other villain so far.. cause he tries to show himself as an ally.. as someone who is here to help Sun and in extention his family..

I'm not sure if he's Rez but he's definitely related to negative energy beings in one way or another..

Sorry once again for such late reply, dear anon.. I just wasn't in the best mood for anything back then when I received this ask.. so it was just sitting in my inbox for so long 😅

I'm sorry and I hope that you'll forgive me QwQ 👉👈

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Asher: The sun is starting to go down; we should head back. Atlas: Yeah, you’re probably right. There’s a lookout over here. Do you want to check it out real quick? Or should we turn back now? Asher: We can take a look. A few minutes won’t hurt.

Atlas: Did you mean what you said earlier? That your wish is to be with me forever? Asher: Of course I meant it. Atlas: You know I want that too, right? Asher: I know.

Atlas: The only reason it didn’t occur to me to wish for it is because I’m already yours, for as long as you’ll have me, and I hope that’s forever, but I don’t want it to be because of a wish, I want us to be together because we wake up every day and choose to be.

Asher: I want that too; you know I do. The whole wish thing, it was just a hypothetical.

Atlas: I know. It’s just… Look, I don’t know how to do this, so I’m just going to ask you, okay? Asher: Ask me what?

Atlas: Will you marry me?

Asher: Really? Atlas: Really.

Asher: Hell yes, I’ll marry you!

Atlas: I love you. Asher: I love you too. Atlas: Not to ruin the moment, but we only have an hour to get out of here before it gets dark. Asher: Shit. Okay. Five more seconds and then we can go.