My Daddy is the BEST Daddy

As far back as she can remember she had no name. She was always someone's daughter though. But it seemed every time she loved a Daddy a new one would come along and take her away. So that she could take over for the daughter he'd lost to a different Daddy.

[replacementdaughter-blog]

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[kadlwin]

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[gangsters-wife]

[deco-devolution]

I’m not gonna break any cycle. If I’m lucky, maybe I can dent it… just a little.

[infpisme]

[bioshockaudio]

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Not only are those little girls veritable ADAM factories, they’re nearly indestructible. They regenerate any wounded flesh with stem versions of the dead cells. But their relationship with the implanted slugs is symbiotic… if you harvest the slug, the host will die. “So you see, it’s not like killing,” Tenenbaum said. “It’s more like removing a terminal patient from life support.”

[skellingcrow]

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skellingcrow:

The other side of the story. A Lion With A Thorn In Its Paw.

[replacementdaughter-blog]

xkiritsune:

tell me

         did it feel { r i g h t }

                 to kill something so defenceless

[prevsofialamb-blog]

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drsofialamb:

I’m ready for dream-time!

[slenders1ckn3ss]

In the House of Upside-Down:  Cellar’s top floor, attic’s ground. In the House of Upside-Down: Laughing cries, and smiles frown. In the House of Upside-Down: Found is lost, and lost is found…

Little Sisters’ Rhyme, Bioshock 2 (via jenovaii)

[replacementdaughter-blog]

INSPIRATION TIME!

Repost and…

list 5 songs that inspire you to write your muse:

Come Away to the Water- Maroon 5

Dream a Little Dream of Me- Mama Cass

Memory of the Waters- Akira Yamaoka, Silent Hill 3

Ghost- Sir Sly

Dead Hearts- Stars

and 3 quotes that you associate with your muse:

“She had an immense curiosity about life, and was constantly staring and wondering.” Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady

“She is half dead and half dreaming, never where you expect her to be; always in places out of your reach or out of her reach.” VàZaki Nada

"This world values children, not childhood, there is a profit to be made, and men who make it.” Elizabeth Comstock, Burial At Sea

Tagged by: @diemuttergans Tagging: @rapturejournalist, @utopianorphan, @penpursuiits, @fatherly, @murderousgroom if you’ve not done it already, and want to. And of course anyone else who wants to

[thegiftsguy]

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thegiftsguy:

This is a awesome looking Bioshock video game poster that would look great in your video game area or man cave. The poster features Big Daddy looking scary as always with little sister up top on him. The colors and the shadow effects are really nice in this poster and it is a great gift…

Bioshock Minimalist Poster was originally published on The Gifts Guy

[littlesisterthorn]

In the garden

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littlesisterthorn:

“In the garden we are growin! Many changes will be flowin! If you wanna be amazin!! See the flowers we are raisin’!” –little sister song

[christophur]

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Of course. This little girl, too young to have ever known the surface… Tenenbaum offered her a strange expression, attempting a smile in response to the child’s insistence that it was a FAIRY TALE. She said nothing. Kept the lie from her lips.

“They hurt a lot of people. Not like the monsters, though. Not like the splicers…” Her words trailed off a moment, contemplating how to put things. How to explain the horrors she had witnessed in a manner that would ever make sense to a child living in a dreamland. She never could, Tenenbaum accepted at last.

“These men, they are stealing everything we have. Taking from us. And then, we are put to work. But my family did not come with me. They were sent… They were killed. Until it was just me, and my father. And here, I am meeting a doctor. Like Papa Suchong.”

The little blonde shifted uncomfortably on her bed. She didn’t like Papa Suchong. She’d heard mean things about Papa Suchong. About him yelling. And hitting. Like a monster but you weren’t allowed to call your Daddy on him. When was the last time she had seen Papa Suchong? It felt like a very, very, VERY long time. But than again. Time was silly. It was a clock with a silly face that laughed when she tried to read it.

“Why?” It was too simple a question really for what she meant. Golden eyes staring at the scientist under a softly furrowed brow. Why did men hurt her? Why did they steal things? What was ‘killed’? Why was the doctor she met like Papa Suchong?

“Did you meet Papa Suchong?” Was Papa Suchong a bad man who broke her Mama?

[sunrisesongs]

the darkness takes us hostage and spits us out unmade. you try to put me back together but darling some things cannot be saved.

the woods in me are black and deep, i can no longer be what you crave,

Amrita C. (via sunrisesongs)

[transverse-temporal-gyrus]

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