#rapturesong Private, independent, and selective roleplay blog for Harper Grace Evans, an original character from the world of Bioshock, with special appearances from Eleanor Lamb. Please read rules before interacting. carrd under construction.
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No minors allowed, this blog is strictly 21+. for mature and possibly triggering themes (violence, gore, abuse, substance abuse, and more). Please don't follow if any of these topics could be triggering or harmful to your mental health. Low/Medium activity. Penned by Jessie (she/her - thirties)
dream a little dream of me~
***This is a safe place! I know the time period will bring on some themes of racism in certain threads, but I can't stress this enough.. Any themes of racism, transphobia, homophobia, sexism, or general hatred of any kind OUTSIDE of writing WILL NOT be tolerated on this blog. If you participate in ANY of these themes OOC, would you kindly see your way out.
This is an original character for the world of Bioshock, originally created back in the early 2010s. All headcanons are of my own creation.
Eleanor Lamb from Bioshock 2 will be a side character on this blog. I will be highly selective with who I write her with, and she will be request only! Most of her threads will take place when she is a child.
I do not tolerate ooc drama or callout posts; this is a hobby.
Threads are for mutuals only but the inbox is open to everyone. Anon will be turned off if it becomes a problem. This is for roleplay, it's not that deep.
There may be some darker plots involving substance abuse and violence. Triggers will always be tagged. Please, message me if I didn't tag something I should have.
I'm open to shipping, but it will be something based on chemistry and for Harper only. This blog does have mature themes, but I'm not that comfortable writing smut unless I'm comfortable with my writing partner. Most scenes will fade to black.
I love plotting, don't be afraid to jump into my IMs! Disco is available to mutuals.
I'm open to crossovers and AUs.
Quality > Quantity. But please be respectful. If I write a few paragraphs, please don't reply with a few sentences.
Muse ≠ Mun. I don't condone everything she says or does.
Activity will be spotty. Mun is married, in her 30s, and has a full-time job. More will come soon... for now, these are just the basics while I get everything together!
Splatter. The walls, the air, the floor and even his face. The punches kept coming and the victim's face kept getting smaller and bloodier. This is what happens when you go behind Fontaine's back. This is what happens when you betray the man who's running this show. Jax finally had enough, no longer able to recognize the face under him. He stands up, fingers moving about to stretch from the constant hold of a fist.
It was amazing, how the man still drew breath. He could hear the voice whimper, struggle to come forth as blood and saliva mix behind his lips. "P..lease.." Please. Please end it or please give mercy? Sure he may have had a dame, or a kid and to be honest, none of that mattered. Loyalty mattered and everyone knows better.
"Go on, end it." A man standing by the door spoke out. Watching Jax almost beat the victim to death. Jax shook his head, reaching over to a table and grabbing a towel to wipe his hand and then his face. "He got the message."
Leaving the room, he grabs his coat and makes his way down a hallway into the dining room. There sits Fontaine on one end of a six person table, and on the other end, Miss Evans. The sweetest bird you'd ever know. Her voice unmatched and frankly, Cohen should be paying her in gems instead of dirt.
No one would be the wiser. Jax was more likely showing up late to the dinner unlike the others who stand and wait. He rather have a beer then escort the miss but alas, when Fontaine wants something or someone, he gets it- one way or another.
Fontaine stands, takes her hand in his and brings his lips ever so softly to the top of her hand. "Until we meet again." He murmurs between them giving her his best side. This was Jax's cue to make his way towards the broad. "He'll escort ya home."
Jax refuses to look at her, as he's instructed not to. He gives a nod to his boss and then leads the woman out of the suite apartment and to the door. Opening it and letting her out, while still not looking in her direction. Fontaine however, watches her leave.
The door closes behind them and they begin to walk out. Still he's distant, quiet and has a faint smell of blood on him. Must have gotten some in his hair. The bathysphere isn't too far off and their demeanor will change once they find their freedom in it. The door opens, the door closes and he sets a course to another level before sitting on the couch and slouching. Fucking exhausted.
Still refusing to look at her he speaks. "How was dinner?"
As the man across the table droned on about some past argument with Andrew Ryan, the so-called leader of Rapture, the singer's gaze fell to her plate as she pushed a few items to the side. However, she was smart enough to nod along, acting as if she was still enthralled in the male's story. "Oh? Is that so?" She added, forcing a smile just before looking up at him. "Sounds like you really bent him outta shape, huh?" She raised the fork to her mouth, taking a small bite of steak before shrugging. "I doubt he made another complaint after that... then again, it's Andrew Ryan. Man can't take a hint."
Normally, Harper wouldn't act so polite with someone she found rather arrogant and annoying, but this was Frank Fontaine they were talking about. He was someone you didn't want to piss off on the wrong day, someone who could make things happen if he so pleased. So when he asked her to dinner, she reluctantly accepted. However, she didn't think it would just be the two of them. She was hoping for Kashmir or the Silver Fin, somewhere public, but she should have known better; Fontaine wasn't one to go out without his crew of goons.
As dinner came to an end, she exhaled silently, impressed that she had kept her cool for this long. After all, it wasn't easy to sit across from the man who owned the establishment that killed her brother just a few years ago. However, she decided to keep that little tidbit of information to herself.
Her gaze shifts to the familiar male entering the room, but he doesn't even dare to look her way. At least, not with his employer in the room. As her chair is pulled out for her, she nods at the man in appreciation before Frank makes his way over to her, quickly grabbing her hand. "I had such a great time tonight, Mr. Fontaine. We really have to do it again." She manages to keep the smile on her face through the kiss, but pulls away as soon as she gets the chance. "Until then."
Once the door to the apartment shut, the blonde groaned quietly, shaking slightly as if she had some type of chill before following after the other. She didn't bother speaking; she knew he would remain quiet until he was in the safety of the bathysphere or somewhere Fontaine's gaze couldn't reach.
Once inside, she sat on the couch, watching him pick the direction with the lever before he finally took a seat and broke the silence. However, he still didn't look at her. She sighed, looking out over the open ocean as the bathysphere began to move. "Exhausting. Ya know, for someone who claims to hate Andrew Ryan so much... it's really all the man talks about."
She shook her head before looking back to him, her eyes narrowing as she spotted some faint red specks just under his hairline. "I thought you said you would be in that room the whole time if I agreed to do this." She paused, choosing her words carefully. "So where were you the entire time? There were other men in the room, but not you."
A lone wolf who cherishes loyalty above all else. Once you break it, then you no longer exist, literally.
He's the villain, an asshole and doesn't cherry coat anything.
Come and write with me, minors do not interact!
smoking, drinking, drugs, blood, language.
if you want to write and not want to deal with pages of rules, here I am.
@the-chain-holden sent " I ain't safe in my own head right now, " wrought to pleading remonstrance. In essence of hope for her understanding. Thrumming a digit alongside his temple upon indicating the matter in his rather mangled base for memory -- if not his whole self control.
After picking up a few items at the Farmer's market, the two decided to take a short stroll in Arcadia before heading back to her apartment to start on dinner. She didn't formally invite him, but it was implied when stocking up on ingredients earlier.
"Jack?" She couldn't help but question, slowly looking over her shoulder when she noticed him lagging behind. At first, she just assumed he had spotted somone he knew, but with just one glance at him, she knew that wasn't the case. "Jackie," The singer rushed to his side and lightly gripped his arm, attempting to break him out of his trance and anchor him to the current moment. "Hey, look at me. I'm here with ya, you're safe right now. Just another quiet night in Arcadia..."
She remained with him in the quiet of Arcadia for a few moments before realizing the scenery could also be an issue for him. Soon enough, she ran her fingertips over his arm before giving it a gentle tug. "Deep breath in and out." She didn't want to rush him, but in this state, he would be better off somewhere secluded and away from prying eyes. "Think ya can make it back to my apartment? You can lean on me if you need to."
Father, this ADAM you've found contains memories from all the bodies here. Normally, only a Little Sister can see them… But I can show you what Stanley's trying to hide…
A bioshock character I NEED to redraw, heavily based off of the concept of the HUGE sub Big daddies. But this fella is taken by @squidinu's lovely lil song bird Orion
@brokenreality-x sent " you can scream all you want. no one will hear you. "
The bright smile slowly faded from the blonde's features when she felt the cool metal touch right between her shoulder blades. "Don't make a scene. My friend is waitin' for ya in one of the back rooms." The male nudged her with the barrel of his gun, causing her to comply, making her way through the crowded party hall with a rather stoic face. Unluckily for her, the shawl she was wearing was enough to conceal the male's gun, so for any wandering eyes, it simply looked as if he was guiding her along. As the two passed one of her friends, she wanted desperately to reach out for him, but to avoid any harm to herself or the other partygoers, she simply offered a smile and nodded in acknowledgment.
She remained quiet as they turned to one of the side halls, and now out of public view, the male shoved her a bit more aggressively. She stumbled a moment, only to catch herself before looking back with a glare. "Watch it!" He didn't reply, simply pointing his gun towards one of the doors further down the hall. "Keep walkin', doll."
They had almost reached the end of the hall when the man made a clicking noise and nodded to a door on the left. "Right through here, Miss Evans." He punched in the correct code, and the door opened for the two of them. The male pushed her forward, but remained just outside. "I'll be here if ya need me, boss." Harper looked at her former escort with a grimace before looking ahead, finding a male standing in front of a window, gazing out into the deep sea.
She nearly scoffed at his statement, crossing her arms as she neared the sofa in the middle of the room. He was right, with the music and the chatter of the party, no one would hear a thing. "True. But you know, I do have people expecting me. I'm supposed to entertain in an hour or so." The blonde reached into her purse, retrieving her cigarettes and lighter, trying her best to calm her nerves, but her shaking fingers gave her away almost immediately. "What is all of this about?" She placed the cigarette between her lips and attempted to strike the lighter, but her hands were a shaking mess. She cleared her throat, trying to hide any trace of fear. "Was the gun really necessary?"
