#sisterlutece

[eldrfar]

Due to time restraints, this blog is on hiatus until further notice. I can be found at both of my roleplay blogs: sisterlutece and unyieldingdelusion.

Occasionally, some of my graphics and playlists may be posted here.

[saintlevine]

Let's be honest, Mr. Levine. You have lost track of the amount of timelines in Bioshock Infinite.

“Madame Lutece,as you well knowthe amount of timelinesis infinite.”

[subjectwyk-archive-blog]

// ♋ ☏ ☠

♋ What drew you to this muse?

Jack was my first muse for Bioshock first off. And I didn’t want to step on the toes of all the wonderful adult Jack’s around. Besides those two things, there was something so sad and hopeful about little Jack in my head. Because he does think everyone is, in the end, good, even though he’s essentially tortured daily. And I liked that, if I was better at it, little Jack should be capable of growing up into any of the 3 endings of the game. Which was really tempting to try.

☏ What is the most challenging aspect of playing this muse?

Showing that little Jack is capable of growing up into any of the 3 endings of the game. I have real trouble showing that the boy has equal capacity for evil as good.

I also have trouble making it clear how Jack is 3 different ages at once. Real age; about 8 months. Mental/social age; about 8 years. Physical age; about 12 going on 13. I think I do ok with the first two but the physical age is proving extremely difficult.

☠ Who is a muse you would want to play?

Oh goodness. I have such poor self control I tend to play any muse that I want >.<  Ummm... right now the only ones I’m holding back are oc’s(ish?) with my friend from real life from a collection of short stories we’re writing featuring angels. So far, I’ve managed to NOT rp any of my angels. But I really wish you could meet Ivnim sometime. She’s adorable.

[kingofrapture]

// ⍎ do the thing

Send me a ⍎ and I’ll record myself reading out a passage from one of our roleplays together and post it!

click for recording!

[surgicalinvxsion]

"You knew what was happening and you did nothing. Now she's dead and there's nothing you can do to repay that. You even went so far as to help him after everything he did."

Robert threw his hands up in defiance. Bringing her up was a surefire way of setting him off.

“And what was I supposed to do for her? She chose him! I tried to make her leave him, I told her I could protect her, but she didn’t believe me. What was I to say? ‘Don’t worry, I kill men like him for a living?’”

He sighed and placed his hand over his forehead.

“And as fucked up as it is, he’s the only man who knows what it was like to lose her. And Annabel. Poor Annabel needs me... She needs me to watch over her, to stand between her and her father. I’ll never be able to make it up to her, but I got other people who need me now. I can’t just... I can’t mourn her forever, even though I never stop thinkin’ about her.”

[surgicalinvxsion]

// ♫ I'd love to get some input about how you interpret it

{OOH THANK YOU SO MUCH}

sisterlutece

Overdose - Hurt

No no more! God! Morpheus why did you leave me when I had need of your love?No holding back now!Give me the real thing!I've got a reasonWhen I am alone

Oh Darlin’ What have I done? - The White Buffalo

Oh darlin, darlinWhat have I done?Now I do my talking with a gunAnd blood will spill into the guttersAnd it will stain the morning sunOh tell me what the hell I've doneCan I stop at one?

Or have I just begun?

Horizons - Puscifer

Dust devil swept you awayIt's still not realAsh and urn and silenceTalk to meDust devil swept you awayMy recollections are all that's left of youSwirl and swayWithout me

[righttorevolution]

sisterlutece replied to your post: Atlas in Burial At Sea, more like inappropriately...

// According to the sexual offender assessment manual I’m reading right now, we are all touched in the head. That’s the clinical term.

Given that I and everyone who liked that post has probably watched a lobotomy being performed from a first person perspective and thought 'wow I am way too into this', that sounds pretty fair.

[subjectwyk-archive-blog]

"No one can blame you for walking away."

Bright blue eyes flicked around. Scanning the broken city. The crumbling walls and the leaking windows. The way the floor tiles buckled. The way the lights flickered and sent shuttering shadows along the walls. Sensitive ears picked up the sounds of the splicers. The screaming and crying and begging and desperate attempts at lives long since shattered.

Jack looked back at Miss Lutece, frowning in a way too cynical for a boy his apparent age. He'd seen too much. In his short life in the lab and now as he had insisted on jumping about through the tears the scientist could create.

"If I hadn't left, if I'd stayed and did whatever it was that Mr. Fontaine had wanted, the city might not be like this. He was going to use me to fix it. And now look at it."