i went to julliard, for fuck's sake!

Hello! My name is Kyle Fitzpatrick. I'd love to be the first to welcome you to Fort Frolic! Please let me know if you have any questions, concerns, or queries! And, erm, before you ask...no, we do not offer ticket refunds. [Indie Kyle Fitzpatrick Bioshock RPer.]

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so i’m sure most of you guys have noticed that i come on here pretty sporadically. i’m sorry about that. 

i dont know when i’ll have the energy to run this blog again but until then, i wanted to extend an invitation to all of my mutuals: 

i still want to write. i just struggle with the tumblr rp format. i really only have time and energy for it during holiday, unfortunately. 

but if you are comfortable with skype/discord rp, i am available!

my skype is @ avisceration (i made the account at the same time as this blog. sorry they dont match though.) my discord, which i check more regularly, is  abattoir #3185 

i hope to hear from most of you guys! (of course, i know some people don’t enjoy private rp, which is also fine. i just wanted to inform everyone that i am alive, and i figured this was better than just nopeing off the face of tumblr completely.) 

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this takes my breath away every time i read it

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@wuunderkinds​ tagged me in this!!

describe your muse with three fictional characters

1. Elder Price from Book of Mormon

2. Angel from Buffy the Vampire Slayer 

3. Nina from Black Swan 

Anyone who wants to do this can tag themselves! 

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“A Creek Runs Through This Home” dir: Serge Arlington, 1978

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headcanon: jack would absolutely get yelled at by tenenbaum for trying to give the little sisters pep bars and creme cakes. don’t you know it’s not good for them? please. those will rot their teeth. what are you doing.

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wiingedflight:

Well, shit. They hadn’t meant to offend.

“Sorry–sorry,” they spoke quickly, lifting their hand in hopes of rescinding what they’d said. “Just seems like there’s been a lot of that down here recently. I wasn’t judging you, specifically - judging the city, more like.”

“No, I’m sorry,” Kyle said, his face softening. “I hope you accept my apology, I. Shouldn’t have lashed out that way.” 

His grip on his sanity felt like it was weakening with each passing day. He should have been thankful somebody cared, but all he felt was a smothering sense of dread. Something miserable was coming around the corner. (Er...something more miserable, anyway.)

“Forgive me for asking, but what do you mean? A lot of what?” He glanced around. Not that anyone was likely to lock them up. No one locked anybody up just for talking.

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dustybyrd:

“Of course I’m innocent,” Dusty said, smiling slightly. “You alright there? I mean, y’look like a damn tomato.”

He honestly knew exactly what was up, but it was more fun to play with the guy.

“I’m fine,” Kyle snapped. He closed his eyes for a moment before remembering his...manners. It wouldn’t do to obtain a reputation for being uncooperative. 

“Look, is there anything I can help you with? If you actually want advice on home design, I can probably get you in contact with someone.”

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auriezvous:

@aviscerated smashed that mfn like

“Real talk, like. How much does Cohen pay you? Maybe you’re lookin’ to make a little extra on the side? Got a real ripe job coming up, extra hands never hurt.”

“He pays enough. I’m...sorry, but I don’t think I’m comfortable with you loitering around here, waiting to sneak up on people. What exactly are you doing here, really? Who do you think you are?”

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Send me a ◠ for a headcanon I have about your muse. 

[ Kyle has permanent callouses on those long, slender fingers from playing SIX INSTRUMENTS (seriously, what was the man thinking, playing that many instruments with that level of skill!) Sometimes, he feels phantom pains in his fingers from his labors, and wonders if his hands will lose their peculiar dexterity. He combats this fear by long baths, sometimes augmented by a packet of perfumed herbal bath salts from the Farmer’s Market. However, the pain increases when he begins splicing, leading to further paranoia. Though, to be fair, it isn’t really considered “paranoia” when you have a good reason for it. 

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i have a lot of em but this one popped into my head so here goes! 

for a while ive had the headcanon that cohen went through a phase where he was fascinated by the idea of faking his own death--either as an artistic statement or to see how the people around him would react, like one of those “tests” he seems so fond of. 

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hector has eaten food out of the garbage ok ok just kidding (even though he probably has)

headcanon: cohen was the first person he thought he’d want to be with long-term. upon his banishment to eve’s garden, hector drank to such a degree that he hallucinated ADAM ghosts from happier memories with him.

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Send me a ◠ for a headcanon I have about your muse.

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Adrien Sahores - The Making of APROPOS Journal, SS 15

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[drunkenly] c'n I slorp on your thang

“God, I wish we were both dead.”

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For every ☹ I get I will show a sample of a muse I used to play but don’t anymore. Or send a ☻ for a muse I would like to play, but haven’t yet!

Nathan feels like he’s swallowed a ball of lead. Now it’s rolling around in his stomach. That’s how fucked up he feels. 

(Lead. That’s funny. Like in bullets. He’s thought about swallowing lead like that, too, but he’ll never do it.)

No fucking way is that dumb bitch Chloe Price going to get the better of him. Who the fuck does she think she is? Some faux-PTSD punk trash ass. Someone who thinks she knows shit. Someone who thinks she has proof.

But she doesn’t. No one ever does, either. No one knows anyone. No one can prove anything.

Even though there are pictures everywhere.