Are you afraid of God?

Indie, semi-selective Booker Dewitt, written by Megs

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(     *     BIOSHOCK PROMPTS   !    

trigger warning for murder.

❛  i choose something different. i choose the impossible. i choose… rapture.  ❜

❛  now you’ve rattled the monkey cage. here they come.  ❜

❛  what excuse do we have not to sculpt, and sculpt, and sculpt, until the job is done?  ❜

❛  what if now it is not my skill that fails me but my imagination?  ❜

❛  chin up, now. the lord hates a quitter.  ❜

❛  i’m here to show you a new kind of beauty.  ❜

❛  the path of the righteous is not always easy, yes?  ❜

❛  the reward will become clear in time: be patient.  ❜

❛  whichever way you slice it, good men died.  ❜

❛  i thought this would be a better life for us. can you imagine a bigger fool than that?  ❜

❛  if you press that button, you’ll learn what it means to truly be my enemy.  ❜

❛  you ooze in like an assassin and then try to sneak out like a thief.  ❜

❛  there’s two ways to deal with the mystery: uncover it, or eliminate it.  ❜

❛  i come to this place to build the impossible.  ❜

❛  that’ll take you straight to the devil himself. and then all debts will be paid in full.  ❜

❛  so there are no innocents. there are heroes, and there are criminals.  ❜

❛  who says you can’t teach an old hound new tricks?  ❜

❛  i believe in no god, no invisible man in the sky.  ❜

❛  even in the gathering dark, you light a candle.  ❜

❛  i feel… hatred, like i’ve never felt before, in my chest. bitter, burning fury.  ❜

❛  the artist has a duty to seduce the ear and delight the spirit.  ❜

❛  who could hate me so much they’d ruin me like this? what did i do to them?  ❜

❛  if you can’t come in from the cold, then you gotta grow ice over your heart.  ❜

❛  you’re not a moth… you’re an angel. i’ve never painted an angel… maybe i should!  ❜

❛  you give them hope. and for this, i am grateful.  ❜

❛  i don’t need to be judged by you… by anyone… screw you!  ❜

❛  i haven’t chosen a spot for you on the wall yet. let me know if you have a preference.  ❜

❛  if i have to kill one to save the other, so be it.  ❜

❛  thank you for reminding me that the light of the world has not yet been snuffed off.  ❜

❛  it’s about who can become less of a man and more of a monster.  ❜

❛  imagine the will it took to create a place like this.  ❜

❛  is there blood in the streets? of course.  ❜

❛  the great chain moves slowly, but with wisdom.  ❜

❛  as you drag me closer to the abyss, you pull yourself right along with me.  ❜

❛  i offer you a quick death. it will be preferable to what you will learn if you win.  ❜

❛  think about it for a second, and maybe the word will come to you: nostalgia!  ❜

❛  mark my words — your only reward will be a knife in the back.  ❜

❛  my strength is not in steel and fire, but in my intellect and will.  ❜

❛  in the end, all that matters to me — is me. and all that matters to you — is you.  ❜

❛  even in the book of lies, sometimes you find truth.  ❜

❛  a season for all things: a time to live, and a time to die.  ❜

❛  a man chooses. a slave obeys.  ❜

❛  you know what they say… never mix business with friendship.  ❜

❛  kills me to turn my fist to you, but business is business. don’t let it get you down.  ❜

❛  they say to save one life is to save the world entire.  ❜

❛  now there’s nothing left for you but a long cold nothing.  ❜

❛  you know, you should be thanking me! i brought you here! i showed you who you are!  ❜

❛  nobody never told you nothing but lies till i came along!  ❜

❛  i’d turn tail if i were you, kid. ain’t nothin’ here for you but tears.  ❜

❛  to question is to surrender. i will not question.  ❜

❛  they offered you the city… and you refused it. and what did you do instead?  ❜

❛  you saved them. you gave them the one thing that was stolen from them. a chance.  ❜

❛  and what was your reward? you never said. but i think i know… a family.  ❜

❛  would you kindly?  ❜

[r-grimes]

One thing I’ve learned: if you don’t draw first, you don’t get to draw at all.

[moon-k-o]

Columbia + beauty

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Megs’ blogs list:

- dcwitts // Booker DeWitt ( Bioshock Infinite ) 

- wxlriider // Miles Upshur ( Outlast ) 

- fallensculs // Multimuse 

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((HENLO IM SENDING THIS BOTH TO SAY HI AND AS A REMINDER FOR ME TO CHECK OUT UR RULES WHEN I GET BACK ONLINE IM HYPE

HELLO!! TAKE YOUR TIME LMAO DON’T RUSH YOURSELF! <3 

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guess who had a big spike in muse

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verse: raptured

Booker survives the ending of the game, and escapes Elizabeth through a tear into Rapture. He’s paranoid and wary of everything, ready to lash out at any threat. While Comstock is no longer after him here, there’s an entirely new set of threats.

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❛ Is anyone here? Hello? ❜

Booker stops in his tracks at the voice coming from the room ahead, forcing his back against the wall beside the doorway in order to stay hidden. This place- Rapture- was insane. First it was a city in the sky, now it was a city in the center of the Atlantic ocean. The voice seemed almost innocent to his ears compared to the countless soldiers he had previously encountered. He lets Devil’s Kiss flicker over his fingertips for a moment, deciding the Vigor would be enough as a first resort. He had to pass through the building, far as he had learned, this was the only way out. After waiting for an extended period of time, Booker steps out, eyes scanning the blue lit room. He could almost call Rapture beautiful, had there not been the paranoia of everyone being against him. For all he knew, Elizabeth was still on his tail. 

A woman- one with an appearance that doesn’t set off alarms. Still cautious, he keeps his distance, hand itching for the comforting weight of the pistol. Eyes scan her and the rest of the vast room- trying to log possible covers and hiding places behind the expensive looking furniture. Maybe she was just lost-- he wouldn’t be surprised in the maze Rapure was. He hesitates, unsure of what to really say.

“Y’ need something?” 

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❛ I see every sin that blackens your soul. ❜

“Trust me, pal, you don’t even know the half of it.” Booker’s voice is almost a growl, eyes narrowed in a hostile manner. If there was one thing he hated, it was people who pretended to know who he was. People who pretended they knew the sins of his past. Matter of the fact was, he had possibly committed more sins than all of Collumbia put together, minus Father Comstock. He stands with a tall, on guard posture, clearly wary of the stranger. 

“I ain’t here for your party tricks --”

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Booker is being moved over here because i have too many blogs to be able to keep track of everything !!

[yukannaii]

             – I want to be FREE as I’ll ever be

                                         Indie Multimuse written by Megs                                                                 rules // muses

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❛ Give a man a little power, he falls all kinds of in love with himself. ❜

“That’s what power does to you.” Booker stands not too far from the other with his arms firmly crossed. He had seen it more times than he could count. Comstock was a man riddled with power, acting as some kind of God. Hell, in his younger days, Booker had even fallen into a trap of putting himself above others. Days he now held the upmost regret for. Ones he’d take back at the tip of a hat if he ever got the chance. He hadn’t thought twice about what he did- only fallen lower from grace. He stands with a thoughtful frown on his face for a few moments before seemingly shaking off the regretful memories. He brings his eyes up to meet his companion’s, shifting his weight from foot to foot. “Power ain’t something to take lightly. Drives a man insane. Somethin’ you can’t miss when y’ look into a man’s eyes --”

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❛ Coming here was your idea. ❜ (from robertenraptured :D)

“Yeah, well unfortunately I can’t predict the future --” Booker spares a glance at his companion before his eyes flicker back to check the area behind them. Trouble always seemed to follow Booker DeWitt- or maybe Booker just couldn’t stop getting himself into trouble. Now they were trapped inside some building with Comstock’s men, great job, Booker. “Come on- how hard can it possibly be to get out?” 

Very. The answer was very. But what Robert didn’t know wouldn’t hurt him-

// @robertenraptured

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@opheliathelittlesister cont.

The girl looks around at the unfamiliar area, terrified and tilting her head, after a few moments she blinks and looks over to the man “I-I dunno…where am I? Where’s my daddy? This doesn’t look anything like home….” she says hurriedly, still looking around panicked and desperate to find out what was going on.

The frown on his face deepens at the child speaks. Not like her home? Isn’t she from here? Booker approaches slowly, sliding the pistol in his hand back into the holster. “Where do you live, kid?” He was never good with kids, not after Anna. He attempts to speak with a softer voice, though his eyes watched her body language the entire time. The needle in her hand was, for the lack of a better word, unnerving. I seemed like anything could happen in this hell-hole of a city, it wouldn’t surprise him if a seemingly innocent child stabbed him straight in the back the second he turned around. 

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painfultryingcop ( Joseph )

Joseph, having once been a detective (in Krimson City of all places) knew damn well how to treat a bullet wound. It wasn’t the first time he’d been shot either - or though the last two times weren’t quite the same; one was in the arm, and one was whilst inside a sociopath’s mind. He wasn’t even sure if he could count that one. But it was enough experience to know that he didn’t have to be so rough about it. “I’m not complaining; I’m simply asking you to be a little more c- Jesus!” He interrupted himself with a gritted yelp as another bout of pain ripped through his stomach. To think this was meant to be a simple mission.

Booker wasn’t an exactly gentle man. He was very heavy-handed, and didn’t exactly think about putting his companion in more pain. All he was doing was stopping the bleeding- pain was bearable as long as you didn’t find yourself dead.

 “Do you want to bleed out?” He almost growls, giving an audible exhale. He knew it was painful, but they had a mission to do. Maybe it was years of being a soldier that forced him to disregard pain and carry on. His stubbornness certainty didn’t help. “Stop squirming --”

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❛ It was my home. ❜ from elizabeth !

“It was a prison, Elizabeth --” They were finally out of the combat, able to breathe. He shoves the pistol into the holster, facing to turn his new companion. Even if he was just here on a job, he couldn’t say he didn’t feel sorry for the girl. Being trapped in a tower like some sort of experiment was no life for anyone. “Comstock probably wanted you to think that was home. Trust me, that ain’t no home.”

[dcwitts-blog]

❛ Would that change anything? ❜ from annabelle ~

The question hangs in the air for a few moments, joined by purposely avoided eye contact. A single action could change everything in ways no one could even imagine. Exhaling audibly, he leans forwards, elbows resting against his knees. He had regrets. Regrets about his past. Things he had done and said that spoke volumes about who he was as a person. Would changing his name and moving to another city really change anything? Could a simple name change and new city really mask his regrets? 

“No --”