TIN DADDY.

[mirrcrfaced]

    SUBJECT DELTA - BIOSHOCK 2

“ Subject Delta's just a serial number ...They used to call you Johnny Topside — found the city all on your own in a divin' bell … real shame what they did to ya. But Ryan's  people locked you up … erased your damn name! Goodbye JOHNNY TOPSIDE -– hello SUBJECT DELTA. ”

delta is a big daddy - the terrifying creatures in diving suits that are iconic with the bioshock series. his main goal is literally just to protect all of his daughters!

he’s really lost without his bonded ‘little sister’ ( now a ‘big sister’ ) - but knows she’s safe and okay, now! still, he’s feeling depressed and confused regardless.

he can’t speak, but, hoo boy! he sure can communicate. ( loud/scary sound warning if you click on the link - it’s alpha series big daddy sound files ripped from the game )

the only good dad in bioshock, probably - even though the bond between him and eleanor was severed :C

delta has been through SO much. he’s been killed twice, and his body is still in it’s shutdown state from the events of the game. only, the powers that be in the city are keeping him alive for now- meaning he is constantly in a lot of pain.

“be nice, i’m dead”

delta is very much a father figure - and that doesn’t stop at little sisters. if you’re a kind-of lost child without supervision in spirale, congrats! he’s your dad now.

honestly very sweet and calm when he’s not being attacked by splicers! if you look closely at his armor you can probably make out some faint paint/chalk marks from where he let the girls draw on him, or places where stickers are still clinging to it.

but watch out if you make him angry - he’s arguably the strongest of big daddies, as well as the first. you’ll know whether he’s in attack mode.

[rpclefairy]

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“ am i not good enough? ”  

“ you’ve been so quiet. what’s on your mind? ”  

“ why did you help me? ”  

“ who do you fight for? ”  

“ why do you hate me? ”  

“ have you come to laugh at me in my miserable state? ”  

“ you’re not dating anyone, are you? ”  

“ i’ve got your back, okay? ”  

“ where do you think you’re going? ”  

“ how long have i been asleep? ”  

“ are you going to kill me? ”  

“ why can’t i come with you? ”  

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  

“ did you want to be alone? ”  

“ why should i trust you? ”  

“ wait. did you hear that? ”  

“ promise me? ”  

“ why are you talking like we’ll never see each other again? ”  

“ do you remember anything at all? ”  

“ what? no witty remark? nothing clever to say? ”  

“ you wanna know what your problem is? ”  

“ may i have this dance? ”  

“ can i ask… what happened? ”  

“ how many people have you killed? how many? ”  

“ do you ever hear yourself? ”  

“ would you run away with me? ”  

“ could you be happy here with me? ”  

“ you can’t or you won’t? ”  

“ you slept with them, didn’t you? ”  

“ well, how do i look? ”  

“ after all you’ve done how can i possibly trust you? ”  

“ why can’t you let me in? what are you so afraid of? ”  

“ what did they do to you? ”  

“ so why’s it so important anyway? ”  

“ where have you been? ”  

“ why are you looking at me like that? ”  

“ why did you come? ”  

“ what are you doing out here by yourself? ”  

“ is… that my shirt you’re wearing? ”  

“ you… don’t like me very much, do you? ”  

“ why does it always have to be a fight with you? ”

“ why can’t you look me in the eye? ”  

“ can you forgive me? ”  

“ what if i never see you again? ”  

“ you were going to leave without saying goodbye? ”  

“ how about a little midnight snack? ”  

“ are you… smelling me? ”  

“ how did you get this scar? ”  

“ what do you want in exchange for it? ”  

“ what did you want to tell me? ”  

[mirrcrfaced]

redlichbluelich​:

The figure is hard to mistake, even after such a long time. Barry greets him with a smile, waving back, and patiently reads Delta’s signed letters. “Delta! Hey, it’s been a while. Didja make a stop back home?”

“How’s it goin’, bud?”

        while he understood others’ caution, it was nice to be greeted with genuine happiness and warmth. he gave a happy, climbing rumble upon seeing barry wave. at the question of whether he returned home, he paused for a moment, giving a thoughtful sound before ultimately shrugging. if he had returned home, he wouldn’t really know of it, he assumed. he was pretty sure that he’d died before coming to spirale - and unfortunately being revived by some unknown mechanism was not unfamiliar to the protector.

         when barry asked how he was, he gave an exaggerated sigh - the sound reverberating in his helmet, as if to say ‘i’ve had better days’. lifting his huge gloved hands, he motioned to his chest, before signing ‘pain’. old aches and pains were nothing new to him, but the pain of the severed bond of him and eleanor hurt in a way both emotional and physical. no one told him being dead would still be so exhausting.

          not wishing to invite pity or too much concern, he reversed the question by motioning to barry, following with the sign for a question. ‘how are you?’

[mirrcrfaced]

spiderstaff​:

He doesn’t talk much, huh? Kay tilts her head to the side. Like Link… she wonders if he can sign… she knows how, maybe she can teach him! In the meantime, though, she accepts the stickers with a quiet ‘thank you’, looking them over as they continue. She can talk enough for both of them, she thinks.

“The scary lady’s name is Lilith, and she’s really mean and strong. She hurt a lot of people.” Her face falls, and she leans forward a little, being sure to still hang on. “She really hurt my daddy ‘n me, and she still wants to hurt me I think. We might not even see her, I just wanted to warn you in case we did.” She peels a sticker off, carefully placing it so it doesn’t cover any of the ones left by others before her.

“I’ll keep my eye out for her, OK? I can see real good in the dark.” She pauses, eyes scanning the things written on his armor. The handwriting is messy, but…

“Do you have kids, Mister? There’s a lot of notes to ‘daddy’ written back here.” she gently traces over them with her hands. “And… some to ‘Mr. B’. Is that your name?”

       he smiled yet again as he felt her take the stickers from his hand, happy that he could provide even a small form of amusement. luxuries like this and other toys were hard to come by in rapture, and even though they seemed to be more common and accessible here, he still made a note to continue collecting in case he ran across any other stray children here. or...his own daughters, though he’d rather they be happy exploring the surface than being trapped in yet another city. 

       delta gave a pensive groan as he listened to her describe this ‘lilith’ even more, and he felt himself bristle at the mention that she likely wanted to harm kay, and had done so to her family before. with a disapproving rumble delta held his left hand in front of him and balled his right into a fist, driving his fist into the wall of his palm to indicate that he would defend her should she point out lilith to him. or any other hostile, for that matter. 

      upon kay revealing that there were previous notes written by his daughters, he gave a questioning rumble, immediately followed by a proud, happy intonation. he held up both of his hands for her to see, one by one indicating the number of daughters he had by extending a finger to count. one, two, three... he finished at ten, and he wished that he could somehow communicate their names to her. she would like them, he thought. it made him happy to picture them meeting and playing with other children ... and a bit sad that he wasn’t able to see it. 

     at the mention of “mr. b”, a sound not unlike a quiet chuckle left him. he made a ‘so-so’ motion with his hand, followed by a thumbs-up in order to say that it was “sort of’ his name, but it was alright if she wished to call him that.

[mirrcrfaced]

@redlichbluelich​

      his perception of time was likely irreparably warped, but he knew it had been a while since he saw this man - and recognized him, regardless.  the protector gave a pleased rumble, lifting his hand in a slow wave. he hesitated as he remembered certain motions, but he signed “B-A-R-R-Y” in greeting after a few uncertain fumbles.

[mirrcrfaced]

spiderstaff​:

Kay watches carefully– observant and cautious rather than scared. Dad says to stay away from strangers, but he can help her get home, right? And he seems to want to help. He doesn’t seem to talk much, but that’s OK. Maybe those noises are how he talks?

She actually laughs as she’s picked up– something in the way he does it is comforting, like he’s done it a million times before. And she finds the handholds and stairs easily, pausing before grabbing on. That’s strange… but maybe he has kids of his own, and that’s why his suit is made like that. She knows she likes to ride around on her dads’ shoulders.

“I don’t know where my house is from here,” she admits. “But if we can find some kinda landmark, maybe I’ll find the way?” Her sense of direction has always been kinda terrible…

“There’s a mean lady around here who’s looking for me, though,” she frowns. “If we see her, can we run away? That’s kinda how I got lost in the first place.”

       he felt a smile pull at the scarred, tattered corners of his mouth behind his helmet when she laughed as he lifted her into the air. repeatedly reminding himself that she was not a gatherer was a bit difficult, as was avoiding falling into the comforting trance-like mindset of a protector. still, the absence of having a child clinging to his armor felt a bit like missing a limb - and he was glad to have found a remedy, however temporary. she seemed like a polite child, anyway - and he listened as she spoke. 

      delta gave a thoughtful, gurgling hum to confirm that he was paying attention. he reached into one of his supplies satchels and removed a crumpled pack of stickers he’d found while wandering the city - wrinkled and clearly not handled delicately, but still bearing the happy, smiley-faced flower designs. he handed them to the girl over his shoulder.

       the mention of a ‘mean lady’ though caught his attention - and he wondered if there had been hostiles here, after all and he simply hadn’t been as observant as he would have liked. he gave a sound with an upward intonation to suggest a question as best as he was able; who? why? the protector frowned in frustration at his own lack of communication - even the odd tablet-like device he’d received here did little to assist when his clumsy fingers weren’t as precise as the “cell-phone” needed. 

      to ease her mind, delta reached back to pat her head again with yet another whale-groan, to assure her that he wouldn’t allow her to fall into any malicious hands. when he pulled his hand back, he conjured a few flames in his hand with incinerate! ( holding it a fair distance away from her, of course ) in order to emphasize that he was more than capable of fulfilling that promise.

[poohsources]

🐝  *  ―  𝐓𝐇𝐑𝐄𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒.   (  all  of  these  are  just  some  random  sentences  i  thought  could  be  fun  to  use.  feel  free  to  adjust  to  better  fit  your  muses.  )

❛  are you okay ?  ❜ ❛  believe in yourself.  ❜ ❛  care to explain ?  ❜ ❛  close your eyes.  ❜ ❛  don’t be afraid.  ❜ ❛  don’t overthink it.  ❜ ❛  don’t underestimate me.  ❜ ❛  forget i asked.  ❜ ❛  how are you ?  ❜ ❛  i don’t care.  ❜ ❛  i don’t remember.  ❜ ❛  i hate you.  ❜ ❛  i love you.  ❜ ❛  i need you.  ❜ ❛  i’ll be there.  ❜ ❛  i’m so sorry.  ❜ ❛  it’s over now.  ❜ ❛  i’ve missed you.  ❜ ❛  just be honest.  ❜ ❛  just trust me.  ❜ ❛  leave me alone.  ❜ ❛  let me in.  ❜ ❛  maybe you’re right.  ❜ ❛  never give up.  ❜ ❛  no , stop it !  ❜ ❛  please be careful.  ❜ ❛  please believe me.  ❜ ❛  please don’t cry.  ❜ ❛  please forgive me.  ❜ ❛  so … that’s it ?  ❜ ❛  speak the truth.  ❜ ❛  talk to me.  ❜ ❛  that’s fucked up.  ❜ ❛  this isn’t working.  ❜ ❛  we can’t stay.  ❜ ❛  what about me ?  ❜ ❛  what’s going on ?  ❜ ❛  what’s your problem ?  ❜ ❛  where are we ?  ❜ ❛  who are you ?  ❜ ❛  you did it !  ❜ ❛  you don’t understand.  ❜ ❛  you need help.  ❜ ❛  you’re kidding me.  ❜ ❛  you’re safe now.  ❜

[spiderstaff]

@mirrcrfaced​

“Excuse me!” Kay pokes her head out from where she’d been hiding– it is dark, and even though she can see just fine, Dad says that’s when the weirdos come out. But it’s just one guy… he reminds her of a big elemental, or someone in heavy armor. Everyone she’s ever known like that has been nice.

She’d been following and watching for a while, and he doesn’t seem like he’s up to anything shady, so…

“I was playing, and I think I got lost. Do you think you could help me find my way home?”

[mirrcrfaced]

        delta’s shock and surprise in regards to this place had long since faded. at the very least, it was far better than the decaying corpse of rapture - and he didn’t have to prepare for being attacked around every corner. moments of peace had been so rare in the crumbling ocean city, but here he allowed himself a few minutes to catch his breath. the sound of his wheezing, labored breaths echoed in his helmet, and he unceremoniously fell back onto on iron  bench - the metal creaking under his immense weight. the rays morning sunlight hitting his helmet were almost blinding when he looked up at the sky.

        he hoped that somewhere eleanor and her new sisters were enjoying the sunrise, too.

        at the sound of a voice not unlike that of the little sisters, delta froze for a few moments. ADAM and broken-bond induced hallucinations weren’t uncommon for him, now - and it wouldn’t have been the first time his thoughts turning to his family would have conjured their ghosts. but no, this was real, and delta turned to look at the young girl who addressed him. the way her eyes glinted in the low light was all too familiar, and even before her request - and how odd it was that she didn’t fear him at all - sank in, delta pushed himself up off the bench. 

       a content, low, whale-like bellow echoed from his helmet, and delta’s hand moved on autopilot to pat her head carefully, before he gently moved to bend down and scoop her up near-effortlessly with one arm, placing her on his shoulder as he would a gatherer. if she glanced over his shoulder, she would likely be able to see the tiny handles and steps on the back of his suit made for little hands and feet. unknown to him, the back of his suit and helmet still had remnants of mostly-peeled stickers and childish etchings done by the various sister’s he’d ferried around rapture. with one last happy rumble, delta settled into the old routine and walked forward, clearly more than happy to assist the girl.

[databuffer]

[isolaradiale]

hello! after a long time away, i would like to reapp subject delta of bioshock, please! his app can be found in the constellation links

Welcome back to scenic Isola Radiale, Subject Delta!

You will be housed in APARTMENT 312.

You’ll retain everything you were given previously!

– ⋆ arcturus.

[mirrcrfaced]

       delta came back to spirale at a very weird time it seems! regardless, delta’s never been one to stay put just because it might be dangerous to explore, so he’s probably gonna be found in the mists. he’s gonna be seeing some interesting things in the mist, too - some that aren’t inherently unpleasant and others that are. regardless, here’s an info post for the event!

       sentient data imprints: 

little sisters! these are little girls who delta has more or less adopted in the past and protected and he’s going to be doing so again. don’t be scared if you see one carrying a large syringe needle - they aren’t going to attack you...unless you happen to be dead and full of ADAM. in fact, if you get too close to one of the girls she’ll probably run to hide behind delta. little sisters are brainwashed to the point where they see regular people as either life-size dolls and tea party guests ( those who ignore her ) or monsters ( those who try to interact with her ). if the girl tends to fear you that will uh. not end great - even if you are trying to help. delta’s a big daddy - which means more than just being a large dad. that means he’ll probably get really, really mad if the little sister is scared in any way.

eleanor ! delta’s daughter. she may appear as her little sister self or her big sister self. in delta’s canon, she’s a kind and compassionate young woman who was put through hell. the mist versions of her might differ, though...

johnny topside - delta doesn’t remember being him, but he was. a long time ago, he used to be a regular human - a deep-sea explorer who unfortunately happened to find an underwater city he wasn’t supposed to. johnny was a charismatic albeit slightly arrogant & overly confident individual. delta caught glimpses of him before in spirale, and he’s going to be horrified to see him again - and johnny will be equally as horrified to see him. 

         residual data imprints:

scenes of delta’s past - he’s lived & died several times and lived quite an eventful, painful life. you might see scenes of an underwater city - some beautiful and glimmering with the elite of rapture....and others horrific and decaying with dangerous mutants. eerie echoes of water & blood dripping, distant ghosts of long-dead residents, the stench of death - they’re all too familiar to delta. one may even see memories that this delta no longer has - such as him being human, or even being converted into a protector. there might also be various glimpses of things that didn’t happen in delta’s timeline, but in a far different delta’s - one that was much more cruel and unforgiving, and of an eleanor who grew to be like that delta instead.

[mirrcrfaced]

@compassionatefade​  // event starter

   delta’s focus was almost entirely on the little sister gripping his hand - his mind slipped into a familiar haze from mere instinct, and he struggled to avoid allowing the trance to take over. this wasn’t rapture, this was something else - something far different, and he had to stay cautious. regardless, he felt his mouth reflexively form a smile as he looked down at the girl - who glanced up at him with a grin of her own. “ do you think we’ll find any angels? ” she asked, ADAM syringe at her side. he hadn’t seen any evidence of other splicers - or, subsequently, their corpses - when he was here last time. though he hadn’t seen any gatherers last time, either.

       he snapped back into the present as the little sister gripped his finger tightly to get his attention, pointing at a figure ahead of her in the mist.

      “ daddy, who’s that? ” reflexively, delta found himself growling. after a few moments, he seemed to realize what he was doing, and quieted - giving a slightly apologetic rumble. this clearly wasn’t a splicer, and delta winced slightly as he tried to refocus his attention. ( it caused a headache to even partially ignore his protector programming. )  he tilted his head a bit as he looked at the stranger, unknowingly mirroring the little sister, too. “ looks like big sister, but not ...like a big brother! ” the girl giggled, and delta even gave a ‘laugh’ of his own, too - a harsh, grating, inhuman sound. 

[redlichbluelich]

✎ if ur feelin it!

[send me ✎ and i’ll draw your muse badly]

[avellans]

Subject Delta’s just a serial number, amigo. I did a lot of diggin’ on you for a feature once. They used to call you Johnny Topside — found the city all on your own in a divin’ bell… Real shame what they did to ya.

[something-in-the-seas-deactivat]

Delta @ literally everyone:

[mirrcrfaced]

@kindlywould​ // sc.

      delta couldn’t help but welcome the horribly soothing nostalgia washing over him as the newest little sister in his charge took his hand in hers. he knew it wasn’t a real sense of peace; with his mind returned to him, he was more than aware it was a product of vicious torture at the hands of captors. but his awareness of it did not take away how his body ran on engineered instinct. he had to remind himself constantly remain aware instead of falling back into the mindset of an average protector - like fighting to stay awake when one hadn’t slept in so, so long. the sister momentarily brought him back to reality as she began to speak to him in a sing-song voice, informing him that ‘the angel’ was close.

       before his death ten years prior, he had never realized how truly brainwashed the little sisters had been - since he had been the same at the time. and here he was, still using them even with his mind intact ( more or less ). with the ability to save them, he shouldn’t have to assist them with ADAM gatherings anymore...but sinclair had been right about one thing. he did need the ADAM, regardless of how he restored their humanity after. he would do no good for these girls if he couldn’t live long enough to help them. and in this decrepit version of rapture, ADAM was synonymous with survival. 

       his remorseful thoughts came to a halt as his world briefly turned red. delta had to hold himself back from an instinctive snarl as he rounded the corner and saw a figure there; his hand moved in front of the little sister currently with him - protectively resting it on her shoulder. no one would touch this little one, his posture stated...though after a few long moments of silence, he seemed to relax just slightly and his vision became clearer. this stranger was not a splicer - if he were, he would have already attacked. that still didn’t mean that the stranger didn’t pose a threat, however - and delta gave a low, uneasy groan. it was a statement that he was unsure as much as it was a warning. 

      the girl at his side swayed back and forth playfully before tugging at his hand, urging him to follow - still focused on gathering - with little regard to the stranger that delta was currently eyeing. “ come on, daddy - eleanor is waiting! ”

[redlichbluelich]

@mirrcrfaced​

“All right. How are you feeling about the, uh, the alphabet?” Barry’s sitting out in a garden area with Delta, teaching him the signs for each letter. He isn’t entirely sure how literate Delta is in the first place, so he’s been emphasizing the sounds they make as well. It’s mostly just to give a foundation for if he doesn’t know the word sign for something he needs to say.

“How about we try names? Here’s– Here’s how I’d introduce myself…” He signs the next sentence as he speaks it. “My name is B-A-R-R-Y. You wanna try that with yours?”

[mirrcrfaced]

        bowing his helmet in a nod, delta didn’t take any offense that barry was likely unsure of his spelling comprehension; most people assumed that he could not read - either due to the fact that he could not ‘speak’, or due to overlooking his sentience entirely. but this man was patient with him, and certainly didn’t question how cognizant he was, which was rare to come by and made delta appreciate his company all the more.

        hesitating, delta lifted his own hands to answer in turn. ‘ i am D-E-L-T-A. ‘ the distinction that he was not stating that delta was his name was subtle, but deliberate. it was all he could recall being addressed by, but it was not his name. regardless, something of a pleased rumble came from him at the chance to speak so specifically- the device he’d been given upon his arrival helped in a pinch, but it was difficult and inconvenient for the protector to use.

       ‘ B-A-R-R-Y. ’  he repeated the spelling of the name, before pausing to look at barry for a moment and gave a ‘thumbs up’ gesture. soon after, he fell quiet though for a long moment as he thought of other names he should memorize aside from theirs, such as... ‘ E-L-E-A-N-O-R. ’ this time, there was no indication of who he was speaking of; there was nothing to give but a faint whine. still, it was important that he know how to say her name, anyway.