#The Rapture Kit

[kynvillingur]

birthday records babyyyyyy

#celebrated it today #also got a bowie cross stitch kit and a book on historical icelandic embroidery #in order: #bela session by bauhaus #rid of me by pj harvey #last splash by the breeders #elastica by elastica #the rapture by siouxsie and the banshees #hunky dory by david bowie

[little-miss-dilf-lover]

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nsfw thoughts below {18+ fem!reader, mdni}

miguel had spent the last hour between your thighs, drawing out orgasm after orgasm to prep you. his tongue lavishly gliding over you, sucking and caressing your clit with his two middle fingers hooked inside.

he parts from the pool of sweetness between your legs, his lips and chin coated in your slick. "you’re ready now, baby,” he lowly states, trailing a slow, wet line of kisses along the crease of your cunt, travelling up your stomach.

you nod in response, fingertips grazing the broad swole of his shoulders, guiding him back up to you.

he steadies himself over you, hovering and caging you to the mattress, his big, burly arms settled on either side. he lowers, kissing your swollen lips, making you taste yourself from his tongue. “hermosa," he muffles against your mouth, tangling his large hand behind your head to deepen the kiss. "so beautiful." he whispers, peeling himself from your grasp.

he sits up once more, kneeling between your spread legs, his hips flush to the underside of your thighs. he toys with his aching cock, his palm rolling over the reddened length as he guides his tip towards your pussy. "s’good for me," he softly grins, dipping his leaking head into you, teasing and prying you open. "so, so good."

he has a tight grip around his base as he sinks in nice and slow, wanting to feel your gummy walls accommodate and stretch around his huge cock.

"s'too much," you pant, eyes screwed closed with kitted brows, wafting him away.

he stills, keeping a few inches of himself buried inside, allowing you to adjust to his girth. "you can take it… yeah, that’s it— doin' so good... so perfect,” he whispers, his voice hoarse. “I know, I know. doin’ so well.”

he lowers back to you, his muscular chest flush with yours, your breasts sandwiched between. he snakes his other hand up to cup your jaw, comforting you and angling your face up to meet his. "that's it," he mumbles against your muttering mouth, silencing you and swallowing your whimpers. he trails slow, soft kisses over your cheek to wipe away a pleasure-filled tear, brushing over the apple with his thumb. "you can take a bit more, hm?"

you nod once, chewing your bottom lip as you spread your legs a little further, adjusting your hips so he can slip in easier.

"yeah, that's it,” he exhales, his breathing strained from your tight grip around his dick. "god- mierda" he pants, his lips ghosting your throat with faint, subtle kisses.

your fingers trail his waist, running down to settle on his hips, halting him and his unrushed movements.

"can't take— can't take more," you breathlessly whine, panting into his mouth. "fuck." you cry out, fluttering around his cock, swallowing even more of him.

"don't— mhm— don't do that again," he groans, his brows furrowing with rapture. "will make me cum too soon, cariño," he quietly grumbles, bruising your lips in another harsh kiss. "keep still, mama. I'II take care of you." he adds, holding a few inches of himself buried in your pussy.

you stretch and twitch around him as he leisurely fucks you with half of his dick.

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[spider999sposts]

Bright — Hobie Brown

🕷synopsis: Hobie has queit the crush on the oblivious spider–healer.

🕷genre: fluff!

🕷tag: gn!reader × Hobie Brown

🕷authors note: first hobie fic, hope I did well!

Hobie had never expected to fall for a varient of his. One that was so different from him anyway.

First time he saw you, he was one of your patients. Your radioactive spider gave you the regular spider powers, but your special ability was healing. Hobie did not respect alot of people, but those who worked in the medical industry were one of the exceptions. He would usually refuse to visit the infirmary if he got hurt, but this one time was really bad. He had an injury on his arm, obtained in a fight with a variant of Green Goblin, but with just one touch from you and a few of your webbings it was as good as new.

You were sweet, asking him if he was okay, trying to keep him distracted from the fact that his bone was snapped in two and that there was a deep gnarly gnash on his forearm. Your touch was gentle, your tone brought him calmness. You were queit funny too, cracking jokes with him. He'd forgotten all about the injury by the time you were done wrapping it up for him.

Since then, he's noticed you around more. Subconsciously, he would find himself bringing Pavitir and Gwen to sit in a table where he could see you during lunch breaks at the cafeteria. You'd usually sit with the other 'healer'—esque spider-people. He'd find himself listening in to your conversations, chuckling when you joked, admired how you looked while listening to people.

"I can see the love blooming!" Pavitir would say excitedly. "The punk and the healer! That would be so cute!" Hobie would just scoff and give him a small smile, unable to truly disagree with him. It would be cute. You were an entirely different genre to him. With your colourful converses and mismatched socks (you were the only spider-person who would wear socks ontop of their suit's feet). Your bright attitude and your taste in music, which was queit different from his.

"Aren't they a little too different for Hobie?" Gwen argued, "They're cute, but I don't think they'd give you a second thought."

It was true. You did not pay him alot of attention, why would you? To you, He was just another patient. You saw hundreds of your varients everyday. He shouldn't be special to you. You became a distant fantasy of his for a while.

That was until a few months ago, your paths crossed again.

He was supposed to be reporting to Miguel about something, and decided to just go pester him instead. The deadline he gave him was already past due it's date, not that he cared, deadlines are a concept made just to insure stress. He was strutting to his office like he does, when he heard loud yelling coming from inside. He did not care much at first, everyone had to suffer from Miguel's uncontrollable wrath every now and then.

That's until he heard your voice replying to him. An urge he hadn't felt before overtook him. He was reckless most often than not, but he did not think twice before ordering LYLA to open the door to let him in. The sight of Miguel towering over you, glaring daggers at you, while you hugged your medical kit to your chest and looked away filled him with a what most would call protectivness.

"Oi, calm down, mate—" He rushed over, standing in between the two of you, making sure to shield your body with his so Miguel couldn't see you. "—What's happening here?" He did not care why Miguel was raging, frankly, the question was more directed to you. "My rapture viles are apparently 'unready' because someone took a break to go home last week." He replied, his chest heaving.

"But, boss, I couldn't—"

"I don't care," He yelled, "It's your job, your responsibilty—" He tried to look at you, but Hobie moved, still sheilding you, holding his hands up.

He decided if he couldn't get him off your back, he'd just try to get him on his so he'd forget about you for a little.

"Damn, can't survive a day without your little drug? Should've told me mate, woulda' hooked you up with something much stronger from my universe."

He heard you giggle, and for a moment his little unbothered facade fell. His eyes softened, his mouth curled into a small smile. He wanted to keep you giggling.

"What..." Miguel's eyes came in contact with his. "What on——¡Dios Mio! Where have you been?" Seems like his plan worked. "Where is the intel I asked about—It's been a week, you—"

Hobie doesn't remember much of it after that. Miguel kept yelling at him instead, and he helped keeping him distracted while you sneaked out. One thing he remembers though, is Miguel telling him to get out and then losing his mind completely, rambling in spanish.

When Hobie left his office, he chuckled, putting both his hands on his pockets. He was starting to walk away, when he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Um, Spider-Punk, right?" His colours changed. From their usual grey to a pinkish hue. You might've not caught it, but anyone who knew him knew that was an unusual occurance. "I wanted to thank you, um, for.." You shifted your feet, looking down and hugging the med-kit closer. "For getting him off my back. I owe you one. I'm sorry you had to be yelled at, I felt really bad and—"

"Hobie."

"What?"

"It's Hobie Brown. My name." He usually didn't go out giving his name to people like that, most just called him 'Punk' wherever he went. " N' it's okay. No need to apologise, or thank me. Someone needed to get him off your back. Bloke's done lost the plot long ago." He joked, and you cracked a smile. "Besides, you don't owe me. If anything, I owe you. You're the one who saved my arm after that incident on Earth—...I cannot remember, actually."

You laughed, and his colour changed again. To yellow. "Oh, yes! I remember that. Your mask wasn't off then. I recognised you now from your suit and spikes." Ah, he was a bloody idiot. Of course it wouldn't have changed anything, but maybe that's why you didn't notice him around during lunch breaks. You didn't even know what he looked like. "But truly, thank you. If it weren't for you, he would've chewed my head off." You pat his arm awkwardly, but just your touch made him feel all sorts of things. His colours changed, alot.

He coughed, clearing his throat. His colours were set back on pink again. What was wrong with him? He'd never felt this way before. It was disgustingly...sweet, and he did not like feeling things he didn't understand.

" 'Tis fine, really. We look out for each other." He spoke, trying his best to seem laidback, uncaring, unbothered like he always was. It was tough though, with the way your eyes shone and sparkled and how he felt like just staring at you made his face heat up. You smiled, nodding. "We do, yeah."

He didn't want the conversation to end there. He did not know if there would be another chance to talk to you.

"I should—"

"Do you want to—"

Both of you paused. You chuckled, shaking it off. "You go first."

"I was just gonna ask if you wanted to join me 'n my mates on our table in the cafeteria. Heard they're making pizza's today." He felt himself internally cringe. It sounded way better in his head. This just sounded like he was a middle schooler.

Yet you smiled at him. That sweet, beautiful smile of yours. "I'd like that, if your friends will have me.." Gwen and Pavitr were the ones who encouraged him to ask you anyway. "..I just have to finish up the Rapture viles for Miguel. I'll finish up at the labs and come."

He nodded, and you rushed to your work. He wanted to come with, to accompany you, but he felt that was too forward.

That day was the first time you ever hung out together. It became a regular occurance after. You'd leave your little healers and scientists convention table and go sit with them. Gwen and you bonded queit quickly, and Pavitr became your bestfriend from day one. Hobie learned that you were just as a hopless romantic as Pavitr was, which didn't surprise him. Not that much anyway.

The more he learned about you, the more he felt a little more attracted. Your energy and your sweetness brought an unfamiliar warmth into his life.

As the months passed, he felt his feelings only increasing and not subsiding. The more time he spent with you, whether it be on missions, hang outs, or just visits at the infirmary, the more he felt like he wanted to spend all his time with you. Not just these fleeting times.

He tried making it obvious a couple of times how he felt about you. It was no use beating around the bush, it was either you liked him or did not, and he wasn't someone with alot of patience nor did he like not being upfront about how he felt. In fact, he really liked being upfront with you.

The problem was that you did not pick up on his hints, his little touches, his small gestures of affection. The way he made sure you were okay, even though with your powers, you were indestructible. The way his hand always seemed to be around you. Gosh, the way he looked at you made it queit obvious too. But that was all to no avail.

"I'm going bonkers." He remembers telling Gwen. "Do ya think I made them uncomfortable? Cocked it up? They wouldn't flat out reject me, too nice to do that, do you think—"

"I don't think it's any of that." Gwen knew better than Hobie. You told her alot of stuff, but she couldn't just pass them on to Hobie on a golden spoon. "I think they're just oblivious. Like truly."

He let out a disgruntled scoff. " N' What am I suppose to do about that? I tried everything."

"Try asking them out, just as simple as that."

"And if they reject me? Bloody lovely, that would be, hm? They wouldn't want to be friends with me too, then."

Pavitr spoke up then. He too, knew alot more than he was letting on. Difference between him and Gwen is that she hid it better. "Since when did you care about the consequences of your actions?"

"I don't, because everything else is trivial," He sat up, "This, is not."

"Just ask them out, man!"

"Yeah, I'm with Pav on this."

"Tsk.." He rolled his eyes, and sighed. That was the only way he could truly know what you felt about him. But to him, if this went wrong, he wouldn't forgive himself.

If he couldn't be in your life as a lover, he wouldn't mind being a friend. He would settle for anything, just to have a moment of your time.

They kept encouraging him for weeks on end, and when the time came, the four of you were on the roof, chatting away. Pav and Gwen excused themselves, saying that their 'gizmos are malfunctioning' and that they needed to go to someone in Tech about it, leaving you and Hobie sitting at the ledge.

It was silent for a bit, and you noticed it. "You're awfully queit." His colours changed from blue to pink. It was queit the obvious hint, and he wasn't sure how you didn't pick up on the fact that he's always pink when you're around. "Just a bit knackered." He replied, looking over the skyline.

You laughed, and he found himself involuntarily smiling. Like he always has since he met you. Hobie's chest felt warm when you laughed, it was like music to his ear. "Your accent and those slang words of yours are so silly."

"Silly?" He exclaimed, putting a hand on his chest, acting offended. You laughed harder. "Excuse you, this english is that of the queen. Whom I don't respect. I don't respect any monarchy—"

"—Or any authority."

"—..yes, or any authority. But my slang words are not silly."

"Oh, I didn't mean it like that." You replied, "It's silly as in funny—not bothersome. It's..cute, one of the cutest things about you."

Hobie went a shade darker.

"Ah, so there are other cute stuff about me, huh?" He teased, his heart fluttered. "Care to tell me what they are? I'm all ears." You hit his arm lightly, looking away. Hobie couldn't see your face, but your flushed ears gave you away. "Nothing else.."

He put his hand on his chest again, and moved away. His little antics made you laugh, they always did. "Fine——Fine. Stop being dramatic." You adjusted yourself near him. "I just.. you're pretty cute in general."

"Most people wouldn't call me cute, but then again I don't care what most people call me." Your eyes met, and Hobie's eyes fell on your lips. "Except you, and all.."

Your ears flushed again. This time, Hobie decided to be bold. It was now or never.

His voice was hesitant, but he tried to hold himself as he spoke. "Hey,  some time later, would you wanna.." You looked at him expectantly, tilting your head. "...attend a concert of mine? I got back with the band. Probably gon' leave them next week though, so I want you to come see us before I do."

"Oh, I'd love to!" Perfect. It seems like his plan was working. "Are Gwen and Pav gonna come?" Hobie shook his head. "No, uh, I was thinking it could be me n' you..or they could come to the concert if they want, but.."

For the first time, your hand brushed against his.

"We could get some chips together after. Just me and you."

Your eyes were locked with his and he didn't know how much more he could take before he would grab and kiss you. Your fingers were on top of one another, he didn't move them and neither did you.

"Like..a date?"

"Heh, if that's what you wanna call it."

That's what he wanted you to call it. So badly actually.

You turned from him, and pulled your hand away. Hobie's heart sank. He's done it, hasn't he. Ruined it. Like he always knew he would.

"I'd love to."

The words came at him like a missle. He raised his brows, and smiled. He was trying to contain his excitement, he didn't want to seem too much, even though he has spent nights imagining how this would play out.

"You..you're serious, eh?"

"Yes, Hobie. I'd love to get chips with you."

"Tis a date then?"

You laughed, putting your hand beside his again, leaning onto him. "If that's what you wanna call it."

His fingers locked in with yours, then he smiled.

"It is."

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[syngrafaes09]

Can you re-do the hypothermia situation but with Stephen taking care of the reader. and elaborately??

Ofc...

Rapture | Dr Strange x Apprentice!Reader

Masterlist

Word count: 1797

18+ MDNI!

“How many more do you think?” Tony inquired, putting into place one of the rebels.

“I think we've got most of them. Might have a handful left down the valley,” Peter Quill replied pointing somewhere in the mist and snow. The frosty human-like beasts had been more difficult to fight against than he had imagined. He knew they were a race of warriors, and had expected brute force but magic, he hadn't seen that coming.

“Mr Stark,” Peter distressed over the intercom, “Y/n is shaking badly, I think she might pass out. She’s very cold.”

“Shit,” everyone muttered in unison. The apprentice Stephen had sent had been more helpful than her Master and other apprentices. Once she managed to subdue their magic, the rest of the avengers managed to bring the beasts down easily.

Stephen mentally thanked Y/n once again as he buried himself in the cosy blankets and sipped in the tea. The cold had gotten the better of him in the last three days. He was delighted when she offered to go instead of him in response to Star lord’s call.

The beep from the device in the corner of the room irritated him. Once Tony had created this multi-galaxy intercom, the calls for aid had increased by three folds. And most of the time there was hardly any serious issue.

“What is it now Tony?” he grumbled.

“I think Y/n is slipping into a hypothermic shock. I can't help much. Open up a portal,” he said as he scurried inside the jet, getting any warm thing for Y/n as he could.

Opening a portal into the jet, he found her heaved onto a seat with a blanket around. “God,” he muttered at the sight of her. The shaking of her body, the clattering of her teeth and her paleness sent him into a spiral of fear and anger. “Why did you stay out in the cold for so long? You could have managed to control them even from the jet.” He scolded her and picked her up in his arms.

“Sah..ry..,” she slurred.

“You need any more help, I’ll ask Wong to send-”

“Don’t bother. Only a few are left.”

Stephen nodded before closing the portal.

“Mh room’s…upstairs,” she protested when he placed her in the cocoon of blankets he was earlier lying in.

“Can you feel them?” He took off her wet boots and pinched her frozen toes. Y/n weakly nodded, her eyelashes fluttering as she started slipping in and out of consciousness.

“Hey sunshine,” Stephen called out as he fumbled around contemplating what to do next. He had to stop being nervous - she was slipping away. “Hey drink it,” he tried to make her drink his hot tea.

Y/n groaned, trying to push the cup away, the lava was burning her mouth and throat. She couldn't understand why he was so mean to her. ‘What form of punishment is this for always complying with her Master’s orders?’

Stephen was visibly baffled to hear those words from her. She was losing it. He hurried to his closet and frantically searched for the first aid kit.

“Hey sunshine, don't sleep,” he cried out, “talk to me.”

“Why do… you always call me that…,” her voice was just above a whisper.

He chuckled, shoving the warm compress through the robes covering her chest. “‘Cause that’s how I remember you from your first day. Standing with Wong at the foot of my bed, early in a cold winter morning, the sunlight dazzling on your face.”

“Uh-hn..”

“W-what are you doing?” Y/N asked, bedazzled to watch him taking off his clothes.

“Trying to warm you up,” he replied in a matter-of-fact tone.

“I… feel better.” Both of them lying bare to each other was a very bad idea. Her friends back at Kamar Taj had been teasing her notoriously after Stephen switched her from training at Kamar Taj to the New York Sanctum. It would be her death if any of them got the slightest hint of this.

“Then help me out by taking off your robes.” She found herself speechless and motionless at the sight of him.

“See, you are too numb,” he spoke out, getting under the blankets, “you need to warm up,” he said, flicking his fingers to vanish her robes.

All her protests died out when warm hands were wrapped around her stomach and tugged her against his chest.

“God,” Stephen winced when he spooned her. She was cold as a corpse.

Basking in his warmth, she had no recollection of when they had slept. Having regained her senses, she could feel his long legs tangled with hers, his chest pressed against her back; his arms on her bare stomach, lightly brushing against her bra and… Holy! She could feel him hard through his boxers. Now Y/n could clearly remember the sight of him, in his boxers, climbing into the bed. She cursed and thought of getting out of there before she did anything stupid.

“Y/n,” he rasped as she tried to wiggle out of his arms. “Are you okay?”

“Yeah,” she veered around in his now loosen grip to take a look at him.

“You could have died,” every bit of him was dripping with fear and she had never witnessed this side of his nature. She had witnessed his sarcasm, his sardonic humour, his savageness and intelligence in fights and training, the tranquillity of his company, and at times his kindness and his protectiveness but never this sort of apprehension.

“Thanks to you, I'm not.”

“Others had come back when they couldn't take the cold, why didn't you do the same?” For heavens, she had to get out here before the other three apprentices came searching for them! What would they think to find them like this? His fingers taunting rubbed circles on her back.

“I’m sorry,” she said, peeling off the layers of blankets. “I wanted to do better than everyone else, just like you.”

Just like you. The words echoed in his ears. She trained harder than him. Adapted to things faster than him. Put up with his harsh training and sarcasm and everything he offered better than any of his other students. He wanted to tell her she was the best he had to date.

He shot up and gripped her waist firmly as she hurried to leave. “What good would it do if you died trying too hard?” His lips placed a soft kiss on her shoulder. “I can’t lose the best, can't think of losing you.” His fingers traced the back of her spine.

Y/n shuddered at the sensation. The electric wave transversed from her shoulder to her core. Once again she was aware of their nakedness.

“I can understand if you don't want me… Your no will silence me forever. But what I did today was - genuinely to save you.”

He didn't know, she thought, what his touch was doing- undoing me. “I could never say no to you,” she cupped his face, “Nobody ever could.”

Ah, God, he had almost forgotten what the touch of a hand would do. And he had known rejection. “Does nothing about me repulse you?”

“I wouldn't put them as repulsive… Your words do wound me at times but everyone's got a poignant habit or two. They don't repulse me enough to not adore you.”

She had told his heart what it had been wanting to hear. His cheeks, had in no way ever, felt a caressing as hers. His flaws had never been accepted as such. And his mind couldn't have come across a declaration of love as hers ever before.

His lips gently captured hers and his soul was overjoyed in rapture.

“I love you as well,” he whispered, nestling closer.

When her eyes met his, the determination and dominance, made her breath hitch. The gentle caress of his hand made her stomach flip and flop like a dolphin.

“Many will talk,” her voice trembled like her fingers that were intertwining with his.

“Let them, people like to talk all the time,” he drew her closer to him. “Only we matter, everyone else is drivel.”

Swept up by passion, his seductive tone, by her desire: her lips found his and her hands were thrown around his neck. And soon the very little fabric that had been left was discarded.

The sight of her, lying all bare, in his bed made him harder and hornier.

“Do you have any idea what you do to me?” He growled. The pressure of his legs parted hers, and he moved slowly to press his heat against her wetness.

Then he kissed and sucked her neck, her shoulders… Y/n arched off the bed when he traded his tongue for his lips and licked her nipples. One of his hands cupped her breast firmly as his mouth sucked it.

“Stephen,” she whimpered, wiggling her hips. She could feel him smile against her like the cocky bastard he was.

“Say that again,” he urged, licking his lips. She had never before called him by his first name.

“Make me,” she tested the waters of teasing him.

And so he did.

Y/n moaned his name as he glided himself swiftly through her wetness. She had to admit it did hurt a little but he felt good as well.

Stephen peppered her with kisses as he began to move and thrust.

Whimpering and moaning, she moved her hips along with him.

“Stephen,” she protested when he pulled out of her.

“Patience, love,” he said before flipping her on her stomach to the other side of the bed.

Y/n felt the tip of his cock nuzzling her slit as he laid open-mouth kisses along her back. Then her hips were grabbed and pulled towards him. She wanted nothing but for him to pound her.

“Y/n,” she looked over her shoulder as he pushed his cock, entering her slowly, never breaking eye contact.

“God,” she cried out when his thrusts became deeper and harder.

Still thrusting, he pulled her up to his chest, wrapping his arms from behind and holding her in place. “Open your eyes,” he whispered in her ear.

The sight, Y/n saw in the mirror, caught her breath- Stephen on his shins, one arm around her torso as the other moved to fondle her breasts and nipples, his cock exploring her insides; she felt her knees might give up any second from now.

“Yes, Y/n,” he groaned, feeling her clenching around him as she started trembling.

He watched her throw her head back with pleasure and buried his face in the crook of her neck as her rapture captured him. And soon they were swearing each other’s name.

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[elliebean714]

Hi! I'm new to ypur blog, but I noticed that you write for certain Bioshock characters- Would it be alright if I asked for some random Atlas fluff, or a cute fluff request with subject delta where he mistakes a female citizen in rapture as a little sister bc of her height and is all 'MUST PROTECT MY BABY' around her?

Thanks so much! Feel free to dm me/send a request to my inbox.

UGGGHHHH I WISH BOTH WERE AN OPTION??? THANK YOU SM FOR REQUESTING BIOSHOCK??? I LOVE YOU FOR THAT???💖💕💘💞💗💘💓 went with delta tho cus bioshock 2 is my favourite of the three+delta is my favourite protagonist, not that the competition was sparse yk? Faceless white guy, awful white guy or father of the decade? Yeah easy choice. Luv em all tho xx kinda diverged from the request a bit hope that's kay♡

I'm Just Short

Subject Delta X Short!F!Reader

Fluff

During-Game

Fire crackled in red barrels and water leaked from the ceilings, occasionally Dr Lambs creepy voice would boom over the screechy intercom.

You were running, being chased by Lambs splicers for rescuing a little sister, almost out of bullets.

Heart pounding in your chest, feeling the ice of the rapture floor against your cut, sore, almost bare feet from how torn and old your shoes were. You ducked behind some cover as more splicers began searching for you. They had you pinned down.

After a few moments of contemplating your options, you hear something heavy thumping around, gunshots, fire, and a Big Daddy's groan.

Oh shit.

Adding a Big Daddy to your list of problems, her options dwindled down significantly. You were not going to even think about trying to kill that thing, you were far too low on ammo and supplies. Not to mention how weak you were, even just against one splicer.

You had to run. He had distracted the splicers chasing you, no-one would notice you disappear. Taking a quick look up you saw the amount of splicers was already down to two or three. You looked for a good, fast path out of there.

Once you found an easily accessible route, you sprinted for it as fast as your legs could carry you. Then you heard the thumping behind you, like the big daddy was running after you.

Panicking, you ran into a room and began barricading the door with anything heavy you could move and searching every nook and cranny as fast as you could for supplies, you were lucky enough to find a first aid kit and a couple of shotgun shells, but nowhere near enough to help with fighting a Big Daddy.

The footsteps get louder and louder as you duck into a corner, hoping the lack of light in the room would make you harder to detect if he managed to get in.

And he did. After a quick push, he easily entered the room and, to your horror, made a beeline right for you. You prepared yourself for the worst, shocked to see him only leave his hand out for you to take.

Unsure of what was happening but with no other options you shakily took his hand. Surprised by his gentle nature when all he did was help you stand. After ensuring you were not injured he picked you up and placed you on his back, like you were a Little Sister.

Before you could protest he was on the move, after a few minutes he dropped you off at a corpse and began laying traps down like he was preparing for something. Confused, you just looted the corpse and stared up at him once you were done. He look down at you like he was waiting for something.

"What? You want me to get Adam from it? I'm not a Little Sister, and I don't have a needle so I couldn't even if I wanted to." You told him, becoming increasingly agitated by his confusion.

When he saw that you weren't harvesting any Adam, he just lifed you up and put you on his back again. This time carrying you towards a Little Sister vent.

Before setting you down he lays his hand over your forehead, like he's rescuing a Little Sister. Once he's done he sets you down safely beside it then stands back like he's waiting for you to climb inside.

"I can't fit, you idiot. I'm not a kid. I'm just short." You tell him.

But he only stares at you patiently. You just sigh and mumble something about him being an idiot then try to fit into the vent. Although you shockingly actually fit through the vent.

"Uggh. What the hell." You grumble before deciding to climb the rest of the way through.

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#bioshock x reader #bioshock #bioshock 2 x reader #bioshock 2 #subject delta x reader #subject delta

[ncafterdark]

Kinktober 2023

Day 14: Hiro/Kit--Orgasm Denial

*****

“Fucking hate you right now.” 

Even as Kit says it, his breath catches in the middle—lending very little bite to his words. There’s a persistent blush on his cheeks, and the sight is impossibly endearing, even as he tries his best to muster up a glare. 

“I’m having a hard time believing that.” 

The sense of control is still a foreign one, and although its something he’s gradually becoming accustomed to, he doesn’t think it’ll be any less heady. Nor will the sight of the other, spread out beneath him, the expression in his eyes mingled rapture and desperation. Placing a soft kiss under his jaw, he can feel his throat bob beneath him—a swallow, breath shuddered. 

“Something you want to say?” 

“I’m going to kill you.”

He can’t stop his lips from twitching into a grin, biting his lip in an effort to restrain it. 

“Didn’t think you were into corpses.” 

“Shut up.” 

He takes mercy on him, envelops his length—a soft moan of encouragement at the hand that guides him, tangling lightly in his hair. His own pleasure is all but forgotten, focus on bringing the other to the edge yet again, relishing the shift in attitude. He’s quiet, barely audible but he catches a stifled noise, arching into the sensation. Pulling back, he brushes a gentle kiss along his hip, a moment of intimacy. “S’okay—you can move, I can handle it.” Swallowing the man down, he drags his piercing over the sensitive vein on the underside--feels Kit jerk under the motion—more abrupt than he’d expected and throat working to take all of him, till he's bottomed out--nose against his stomach. His cheeks are hollowed obscenely around the man--throat burning, saliva dripping down him to pool beneath them. The hand in his hair tightens, and he slows, sitting back on his knees, drag of his tongue teasing, all too fleeting. 

No words escape his mouth, chest heaving—beyond coherence—lips forming an incoherent plea. His gaze softens, less teasing and more appreciative.“You’re doing so well.” Tugging himself away, even he can’t fight down the reluctance—hands fumbling, uncoordinated. Slipping his hand into his nightstand, he rummages until he finds a small bottle, pressing it into the man’s hand. 

“You’re gonna prep me, and then I’m riding you till neither of us can think.”

And then his world shifts, back hitting the bed with a thump, a surprised sound slipping out. 

“My turn.”

—

(Ft. @a-pirate's Kit 🐈‍⬛)

#cyberpunk ocs #nsft #oc: hiro oda #my writing #mutuals ocs: kit #ship: just chooms #kinktober #kinktober 2023

[lunareiitic]

Limbus Orientation #2: Why Faust Is Amazing

Limbus Company Faust | Representation Emitter (Zayin)

Welcome back to Limbus Orientation, where I, your host, discuss Limbus Company units, what they do, how they work, and when you should use them.

Today, we're talking about one of the best free units in the game currently: Base Faust.

What does Base Faust do?

At III Tie (so, finishing the J Corp Chapter) Faust has a deck of 3 Pride, 2 Sloth, 1 Gluttony which is damn near perfect for her. We'll unpack why a bit later. Let's look at her skills.

That's a lot of status effects in one go. And minus the Heads hit on Drilling Stab, everything she inflicts happens as long as she wins the clash. Not only is this just generally good (making units slower and weaker is never a bad thing), it also dovetails back into her Passives.

On field, Analytical Eye is stupid easy to proc, and gives Faust a flat 10% buff to damage to enemies with status effects. Like the Status Effects she stacks with every single skill. Her off field support enables her to support Pride focused teams with more damage mitigation, but is less impactful, because you want her on field for that sweet damage buff.

Additionally, this makes Faust one of the few units who wants to be slow. The later she moves in the chain, the more likely other units will have put statuses on the enemies she's attacking, and therefore get more value out of Analytical Eye. The best slot for her is last, so units with Haste can help her get a lot more out of it.

This is why Representation Emitter hits like a train.

One of the few AoE EGOs easily available, Representation Emitter is a multipurpose tool that basically never feels bad to use. Faust can pretty easily generate the 4 Pride on her own, and after Tie 3 can even get the two Gluttony (though, she should have 2-4 other teammates to help with that). Not only does it hit multiple enemies with blunt damage (very useful in mirror dungeons), it also heals SP, giving your team a second wind in case they lost a ton of clashes in the battle. And that's not all folks! At max Uptie (so after the J Corp chapter), if the battle is over 10 turns it makes everyone tankier! Faust is the queen of long, drawn out engagements, particularly Abnormality boss fights. She eats Doomsday Clock in particular for breakfast.

So how do we make this happen?

Because Faust is a F2P Sinner, we're going to look at only other base forms for this, but if you have gacha Identities, you'll see the through lines to help support Faust. Because she's such a versatile unit on her own, she can easily slot into a ton of other comps as well!

But, on her own, Base Rodya is far and away her best pairing. Rodya brings plentiful Pride and Gluttony on her first two cards, and everything she does procs Bleed. Couple that with her stellar base HP and she can hold off enemies long enough for Faust to slam them with the Emitter time and time again. Following Rodya, Base Hong Lu and Base Mersault make excellent teammates, as both have Pride to spare and status effects that will boost Faust's damage (Tremor for Mersault, Sinking for Hong Lu). Mersault's tank playstyle will also work out for both Rodya and Faust's enjoyment of the long game. Rounding out a team of five I would personally suggest Base Sinclair or Base Outis, both for their Pride skills as well as their damage output, atop of each having Rapture on one skill. Base Sinclair's single Envy skill can help round out the generation in case one wants to use Mersault's Chains of Others, which Mersault can't passively generate on his own (we're going to need an Envy episode of this series, aren't we...)

In short: Don't neglect Faust. A totally resource free Damage Carry and Support all in one, with a kit that slots well into multiple comps, and who can smash through mirror dungeons? What more could you ask for?!

#limbus company #limbus orientation

[estellardreams]

Okay, so... These aren't entirely on the spot for characterizations. These are merely role placements:

Starlight City (New Yoke): • Nox (Damien) • Role of: Nine • Ophelia (Maple) • Role of: Rebel • Raven (Camellia) • Role of: Knucks • 1221/Amil (Kyle) • Role of: Rusty • Emperor Acrux (Starline) • Elektra (Surge) • Cove (Kit)

Boscage Maze: • Rose (Camellia) • Role of: Thorn • Amber (Maple) • Role of: Prim • Rapture (Damien) • Role of: Gnarly • Soot (Kyle) • Role of: Mangey

No Place: • Captain Boran (Kyle) • Role of: Dread • Ayla (Camellia) • Role of: Black • Rai (Damien) • Role of: Sails • Audra (Maple) • Role of: Batten

#sonic #sonic au #text post #niko prime #agoraphobia au #sonic prime

[fehtism]

Good A slot skills for Rapturous Dream Plumeria by chance? Here's what I'm working with if needed

hi ! thank you for your ask

rearmed plumeria doesn't really have a good reason to run any A slot skill other than the Still Water 4 she has in her kit. Ploy skills rely on a visible res check meaning res bonuses from skills like atk/res catch 4 or flared mirror don't apply.

still water 4 grants rearmed plumeria +7 visible res and can be stacked with the still water 3 sacred seal for a total of +12 visible atk and res.

alternate A slot skills should only be used without a ploy skill in the C slot.

hope this helps : )

#fe heroes #feh #fire emblem heroes #fire emblem #fe heroes meta #feh meta #feh build

[cowboy-warlock]

as a kid playing bioshock its obvious that rapture is a capitalist hellscape but it doesnt really hit how bad it is until youre an adult

little things like you have to pay to get a first aid kit or "pump yourself full of eugenics goo to operate basic machinery"

#stuff #bioshock 2

[circuitofficial]

it's your birthday OH FUCK HAPPY BIRTHDAY. HAPPY APPEARANCE INTO THE AIR LIKE REVERSE RAPTURE (I DONT KNOW WHAT A RAPTURE IS IM ASSUMUNG ITS A BIRD) MAY YOUR DAY BE VERY JOYOUS AND FILLED WITH MOON CHEESE

I ADORE YOU AND THE WAY YOU TALK. THAKS KIT MY BESTIEST KITBOY I LOVE YOU YOU TOO

[dustedmagazine]

Ratboys — The Window (Topshelf)

Ratboys are a boisterous, emotions-on-sleeves indie rock band out of Chicago on the verge of something big. The band, which started as a duo but now includes four regular members, has five full-lengths to its credit, including this one. Although you could trace an arc from mid-teens basic rock to early 2020s Crutchfield-adjacent twangy mayhem, these albums have a consistent core. The Ratboys sound centers around the yelping, gulping, volatile singing of one Julia Steiner and a ferocious guitar racket courtesy of the other founder Dave Sagan.

This album begins in a buzz of feedback and the album’s hardest-charging beat and riffery. It’s called “Making Noise for the Ones You Love,” and indeed, it busts out the doors and grabs the ears, whether Ratboys loves you or not. Marcus Nuccio wallops the skins off his kits behind this one, kayo-ing the beat with reckless abandon, while big spirals of rock guitar arc off the primitive assault. But it’s Steiner’s keening, confiding, sharp-edged vocals that catch you up. She can wail like a banshee or sing conversationally, with a little rasp on her finish and a chirruping high range that cuts through the mix. She sounds a little like the Beths’ Elizabeth Stokes and a whole lot like Allison Crutchfield, especially her work in Swearin’ which has a similar volume and aggression.

Not all of these cuts turn up to 11. The title, for instance, is relatively quiet, a mesh of nearly folky picking and Steiner in a sweeter, more country mode. The song, she says, is about her grandparents in the pandemic, her grandmother in a nursing home, her grandfather unable to visit, only allowed to view his life partner through a window. It’s a beautiful, heartbreaking song, full of rapturous, anthemic guitars and soaring choruses, and Steiner gets a full helping of emotion without sentimentality.

“It’s Alive,” is maybe the best song here, with its cool toned, contemplative verses and its lit-on-fire surging chorus. There are big bloopy slide notes and tamped back palm mutes in a song that swirls and eddies around a rock-solid rhythmic core. And again, those vocals, crazy excess and sweet solace wrapped up together with a wild bird’s cry in there somewhere. You can’t take your ear off someone this fascinating and unpredictable. She swoops and swoons and growls like Kristin Hersh but more country, and it’s worth a listen just to hear what she’ll do next.

Jennifer Kelly

#ratboys #the window #topshelf #jennifer kelly #albumreview #dusted magazine #indie #rock #twang #chicago #Bandcamp

[gefdreamsofthesea]

TIL there's a Catholic thing called the Three Days Darkness (it's considered a "private revelation" that some people believe in apparently) where basically there will be three days of darkness when demons will eat all the enemies of the Church and the only way to survive is by burning beeswax candles.

Apparently there's an org that sells kits with candles and blessed salt.

This sounds like Catholic rapture and also witchcraft.

[lifewithcake]

hello, any healing tips for lower lvld dungeons? im kinda struggling since my whm has been boosted (a gift) and i find it hard without skills such as pi and rapture etc :( thank you!

Yes! I got very long here so I divided it by section. If you need anything past Stormblood, please lmk :)

Note that Whm really fleshes out in HW, so take your time to get used to all of those new abilities since they remain an integral part of Whm's kit even now.

Sections (for navigation):

The Basics MP Management Healing DPS Members during mob pulls ARR (1-50) HW (51-60) StB (61-70) Dungeon Bosses Conclusion

The Basics

The core is basically the same as it is in ShB/EW: Keep Regen on your tank as much as needed, and use a Lily/Cure 2 when your tank is around 60-70% HP. Lilies always come before Cure 2 because they are MP free. DPS outside of this as you are comfortable.

You "wait" with Cure 2 because it has a hefty 1000 MP cost and you don't want to overheal. 75% HP is a generally good threshold to cast at because the tank will have lost enough HP by the time your cast goes off to get full value. Outside of this time, you should be using damage spells.

Give your tank a Regen before they start pulling. If your tank presses sprint, you need to sprint right behind them! Falling behind is a sure way to wipe because you'll probably panic and misuse your resources.

Holy spamming is important because it's effectively a 6 second stun in the beginning, and healer DPS significantly contributes to packs dying faster. (I use Swiftcast + Holy to get an immediate stun off :)) It may seem that healer DPS is insignificant, but I guarantee it is not so. Faster enemy deaths = less healing required

MP management

Use Lucid Dreaming around 7-8k MP and keep using it as soon as it's up again. Adjust this threshold as you get comfortable with your MP management. The later ARR dungeons have the most difficult MP management, but it gets a bit easier after that.

Healing DPS Members during mob pulls

I don't usually think it's worth it to heal DPS teammates unless they look like they're going to die. Remember that Melee/Ranged Physical DPS can heal themselves too (RIP Magic DPS). I say this because it's a lot more important to save your resources for the tank. I only heal a DPS if they're dropping dangerously low.

This also applies to yourself, the healer! I don't heal myself during packs because I trust myself not to die. If you think you'll die, then heal yourself ASAP.

In bosses, heal whoever needs it. Your resources are a lot freer.

ARR (1-50)

Cure 1&2, Regen, and Medica 1 are your bread and butter, and you just press them as needed. Drop Cure 1 once you have Cure 2. Let this be the time where you practice DPSing when healing is not necessary. Build your comfort with it over time.

Skipping to the real nasty stuff:

Stone Vigil, Dzemael, and Aurum can get rough when your tank is pulling big, so you may often have to spam Cure 2. Do not refresh Regen until their HP stops yo-yo'ing up and down. ARR tanks can die fast, so keep Cure 2 spamming until their HP feels stable enough to use Regen. Reminder to have Lucid going to keep up with the hefty MP demand.

Aurum is very painful since we don't have Medica 2. In its absence, be preemptive on Bosses 1 and 3 with your Medica 1. The debuff stacks will start to hurt a lot, so keep people topped off as often as possible. Wane off your DPS a bit if your MP is struggling to keep up here.

Cure 3 is niche use because it has a very limited range. I've never needed it in a dungeon. Medica 1 and 2 are much easier-to-use options.

[Extra info: The post-ARR 50s dungeons are mechanically creative, and since they're so rare, people seldom remember the mechanics and just brute force it instead. That said, brute forcing mechs means healers pick up the slack with extra heal spamming. Don't let the randomly massive damage scare you, just do your best!]

HW (51-60)

Don't worry if MP management felt rough in ARR because it gets easier in HW! Every new ability is MP free and some are actively beneficial to it.

Lilies now come before Cure 2 on priority list. The use criteria is the same as always.

Medica 2 is now your go-to AoE heal. You most likely only need it once, so don't spam it or your MP will suffer. If you know you need more AoE heals, use Medica 2 and then Medica 1. Refreshing Medica 2 too early is wasteful to your MP.

Benediction is great for emergencies, but you might like it better as a planned heal! Letting your tank drop low while you Holy spam will help conserve your other heals and give you a few seconds of free DPS.

Place Asylum as soon as your tank stops running. Its total value value equals a single Lily/Cure 2, plus it gives a 10% buff to all healing. This 24s buff should last you through the beginning of the pull, which is the most dangerous (most mobs alive).

Use Assize when your tank is done running to maximize its DPS and also heal some of the mob-pulling damage. Asylum/Regen will do the rest while mobs are Holy stunned.

Thin Air is primarily used on MP-heavy spells like Medica 2, Cure 2, and Raise. All are great options, but you absolutely want to use it on Raise. (You can also randomly use it on Stone, since it's often just sitting there capped. An MP gain is an MP gain.)

Tetragrammaton comes late but is a fantastic addition. This will take priority over Lily/Cure 2. Tetra is my usually my very first go-to heal. In HW, it's almost a 50% HP heal.

As for dungeon specifics:

The Vault Boss 3 is a pretty tricky one for people, so don't feel bad if you aren't DPSing as hard so you can focus on not dying to mechanics. The final phase can be a bit overwhelming, so focus on mechanics and healing until you get the hang of it.

StB (61-70)

[It's basically HW healing, so get comfortable with those abilities. I skipped PI since you mentioned it already]

Your one new ability is Divine Benison. I use it all the time since it has such a short cooldown. You can use it on the pre-pull and then whenever you want basically. It's very open-ended use.

Jumping straight to dungeon specifics:

Shisui: Watch out for the long hallway between Boss 1 and 2. Tanks can pull the whole thing, so have a heavy-duty heal plan ready.

Bardam's: This whole dungeon is a healing trip, so you may be Cure 2 spamming more than usual. The first section is the most infamous, but I'd stay on my toes throughout the whole thing.

Doma: The section before the first boss can catch you off-guard because the tall robot with the sword can actually cleave the whole group. Yes, this is more on the tank to face it away, but you can make up for their lack of preparedness with your own! Make sure you stay behind that giant robot. This is also where Melee DPS tend to die, so watch them too.

The Burn: Damage comes very fast in Boss 3, so do not let it catch you off-guard. This is an infamously difficult boss for a reason. That ice puddle that does damage-over-time hurts a lot (even on tanks) so watch out. This boss also has a mid-damage raidwide.

Dungeon Bosses

In ARR-StB, non-tanks will typically only take damage for a failed mechanic. You will basically bounce between Medica 2 for party damage and Tetra/Lily/Cure 2 for single-target healing. You may also opt to use Regen.

Bosses will occasionally throw out unavoidable partywide (raidwide) damage, which can almost always be healed with a single Medica 2. (Remember you also have Asylum and Assize as options, though I prefer to use Assize for DPS. Asylum will buff your Medica 2 if you need heavy healing.)

Practice your DPS here, because you're going to have a lot of downtime between heals. I also urge you to get used to reading the boss's cast bar. This is a vital skill for everyone but healers especially. Pay attention and you will start to memorize patterns. Soon, nothing will catch you off guard. (For example, I have never forgotten The Vault's raidwide is called "Altar Pyre." I always have Medica 2 ready to go for that :))

Conclusion

A typical pull in StB will look like this:

Pre-pull regen + Benison -> (run with tank) -> Asylum/Assize -> Holy x 3 -> Tetra -> Regen refresh if needed -> Holy spam -> Lily/Cure 2 as needed -> Holy spam

If all else fails, spam Lilies and Cure 2. This will get you through mostly anything, with only your MP as the limit. Remember that Thin Air can save you up to 2000 MP through this. Hopefully you can stall for enough time to kill the pack or for another heal like Tetra to come back up.

If you wipe, don't let it shake you! Everyone has wiped, and I myself have caused wipes many many times. You can only get better, so please keep trying.

Apologies for a bit of long-windedness, but I hope the explanations have helped you at least somewhat. It may seem overwhelming right now, but after practice it will basically become instinct. I wish you the best on your journey! :)

#ty for the question :) #i know you asked for tips but i decided it might be more fruitful to just rehash the core of whm's gameplay.. hence the essay-long answer #and this info will carry you into all future expansions ^^ #if anyone is curious as i was.. it's 1600 words lol #whew my humanities final essay wasnt this long #healingwithcake #hwc:whm #white mage #ffxiv

[embershadowphoenix]

Here's the starter kit for writers.

The mug is for confidence. Without it, no confidence.

The sign says not to disturb a writer unless there's an emergency and that emergencies include: the house is on fire, the rapture is happening, and most importantly, lunch is ready. This is important, otherwise you wouldn't get work done.

Oh, except the cat. The cat exists so that you have something to help you procrastinate writing. I mean, really. What do you think we do? Write? No. Play with the cat instead. Then, he will help you write by walking across your keyboard. You're welcome.

#cats #cat #write #writers #writing #cats are weird #dont get cats #cats of tumblr #coffee #cats and writing #writing help #help #advice #sign #writer sign

[jackjolene]

BioShock/Sinking City/Vampyr: The Return to Rapture

In summer of 1969, Jack, Liz, Tenenbaum, Porter, and Eleanor bid farewell to Masha, Leta, Sally, Daisy, Annabelle, Charles, Joy, and their friends before boarding the Mary Catherine and departing for Rapture. The second expedition to Rapture is larger in scope and in goal. The first expedition was meant to simply find and rescue the kidnapped little girls. This time around, a small fleet of vessels accompanies the Mary Catherine, their captains and crews paid well to keep quiet about their goal: To rescue the survivors of Rapture itself.

Their Forward Operating Base (FOB) will be Minerva’s Den; it is an ideal place thanks to its disconnection from Rapture and to its lack of splicers, courtesy of Porter. Hopefully, they will find it already set up as a base for them and with allies waiting for them.

Subject Sigma, Porter, wasn’t the only Alpha Series Big Daddy that Tenenbaum thawed out. There was another one, unique in that their designation wasn’t a Greek letter, but the name of a Greek deity: Subject “Artemis”.

While Delta was tearing through Sofia Lamb’s Family to get to Eleanor and Porter was working his way through Minerva’s Den, Subject Artemis was aiding Tenenbaum in rescuing Little Sisters and taking ADAM from the Family. In fact, Tenenbaum was able to make a unique Gene Tonic, “Master Protector”, for Porter from the ADAM Artemis took.

Prior to picking up Porter from his office in Minerva’s Den, Tenenbaum gave Artemis a mission to perform until she returned to Rapture with the ADAM cure: To do anything and everything to prepare for their return. The main directive of this was to find every unspliced survivor in Rapture and get them to Minerva’s Den for easy rescue. Also, Artemis was to gather supplies for them: Food, first aid kits, ammunition, ADAM, anything they or the survivors might need.

While the unspliced survivors are evacuated from Minerva’s Den to the Mary Catherine and the other ships waiting above, the five of them (Jack, Liz, Porter, Eleanor, and Artemis) will scour through the unflood buildings of Rapture for the Splicers. This time around, they will be utilizing non-lethal tactics to allow them to cure the splicers with SERPENT and then take them back to Minerva’s Den for evacuation to the surface. Once they’ve cured every remaining splicer in Rapture and evacuated every living person, Jack will activate the self-destruct from Ryan’s office and they’ll finally put his dream to rest as they rise to the surface.

Upon arriving at the Lighthouse, the Mary Catherine‘s radar and sonar systems pick up that Rapture’s defense system is still active (top of the line tech for Jolene Industries!), which makes using their new submersible to go directly to Minerva’s Den a DOA. With that little hiccup in their plan, it’s decided that they’ll go down the same way Jack did when he arrived in 1960, via the bathyspheres at the Lighthouse. 

After a lengthy argument with Tenenbaum that she should wait on the Mary Catherine until they’ve disabled Rapture’s torpedoes (and also instructing the crew to not let Tenenbaum anywhere near the NEW submersible), Jack and Co. retrace his original steps into Rapture and descend via a bathysphere. 

Andrew Ryan’s old introductory speech starts up just as before. About ten seconds into it, Eleanor tears the projector out of the wall. Everyone applauds. 

 When they arrive at the Welcome Center, Jack and Liz find that not much has changed in Rapture, other than it has decayed further and the banners that declared “No Gods or Kings, only Man” and “The Great will not be constrained by the small” have been torn down and replaced with graffiti that “Babylon is Fallen” and “We will be Reborn in the Cold Womb of the Ocean”. Even these though, are showing signs of neglect.

As they make their way through the Welcome Center (they have to make the hole in the Kashmir Restaurant’s restroom bigger for Porter to squeeze through), they find that it’s quiet, not the good kind of quiet. And the bodies, well, fresh bodies that they come across look like they’ve been torn apart by some kind of large animal.

In the Medical Pavilion, they find that a new kind of monster has moved in to replace Dr. Steinman’s madness. This creature is unlike anything they’ve ever seen, even in Rapture, like a Human candle whose skin and features have melted away to almost nothing, multiple octopus tentacles lining the arms, legs, back, and even protruding from their mouth and other orifices. Dr. Steinman would have been elated by the lack of symmetry.

Upon sensing them (it can’t see them as its eyes sockets boast tentacles instead of eyes), it attacks, its cry a horrible, wet, garbling sound. Despite her horror, Eleanor has enough presence of mind to freeze the creature’s feet to the floor to immobilize it and then shoot it with a dart of SERPENT. Rather than curing it, however, the SERPENT acts like an acid instead, dissolving the mutated splicer and killing it.

Moving on after a moment of processing, Jack and Co. move on, hoping that there’s nothing like this ahead of them. It goes unspoken, but everyone knows they’re not that lucky. 

It doesn’t take long before they’re fighting for their lives against more of the things. The old types of splicers (Thugs, Leadheads, Spiders, Houdinis, and Nitros) have been replaced by new and far more horrifying kinds: Octopus, Crab, Fish, and some that are beyond classification. The one thing they all have in common is that they’re incredibly animalist, vicious, and brutal, and they’re out for blood.

The SERPENT darts are effective at killing the Mutants (”Splicers” doesn’t really cut it anymore) in one shots, but the dart guns can only kill with one shot. They left their guns on the Mary Catherine, and while their plasmids are effective, more and more of the creatures just keep on coming. Just when it looks like Jack and Co. are about to overrun and killed, aid arrives.

Gunfire interrupts the creatures advance as another Big Daddy enters the room, blazing away with a huge machine gun in one hand and its other using Incinerate! like a flamethrower. At its sides are two others who seem to wield some sort of teleportation plasmid, but nothing like the Houdini splicers. While the Big Daddy bulldozes his way through the Mutants, the other two prefer a more tactical approach. They select their targets, dart in, deal damage with either various melee weapons or guns, dart back out, dodge their targets attacks, repeat, occasionally mixing it up with strange plasmids that seem based on shadow or blood.

Between Jack, Liz, Porter, Eleanor, the new Big Daddy, and the two splicers(?), they are able to repel the Mutants and get to safety. Introductions are in order: Jack and Elizabeth Jolene, Charles Milton Porter, and Eleanor Reed give their names. The two newcomers introduce themselves as “Dr. Jonathan Reid” and “Lady Elizabeth Ashbury” (for all the plasmids they have, the closest thing that says “splicer” is the discoloration of the man’s eyes (slightly bloodshot)). The Big Daddy is none other than Subject Artemis.

When Eleanor hears Dr. Reid’s name, she recognizes it from her father’s memories. Back in the late 1800s, an Englishman with the surname Reid married “beneath his station” and then left for America rather than deal with his family’s criticism and High British society’s disdain. Somewhere along the way, the “i” in Reid was exchanged for a second “e”, making it “Reed”. 

Right after World War I, back when it was the “Great War” or the “European War”, the Reeds in America learned about a member of their family back in Britain, a “Dr. Jonathan Emmet Reid”, who had disappeared shortly after arriving back in London during a particularly bad stretch of the Spanish Flu. Charles had wanted to honor a family member who was also a veteran of the First World War, and thus, “Jonathan Emmet Reed” had gotten his name.  

Despite noticing Dr. Reid’s reaction to her (adopted) surname, Eleanor decides it’s best to hold off investigating possible familial relations. Besides, he can’t be “the” Dr. Jonathan Reid; that was forty years ago!

Dr. Reid and Lady Ashbury explain that they were investigating the origin of a Big Sister that was killed in London. The trail led them to Rapture, where they arrived shortly before Tenenbaum, Porter, and Eleanor escaped themselves. Having lost the chance to get out with them, Reid and Ashbury elected to help out Artemis with preparing for their return.

A little while afterwards, a man by the name of “Orrin Oscar Lutwidge” arrived in Rapture. From what they’ve learned of the man, he aided Andrew Ryan in building Rapture and keeping it a secret, only to become incensed when Ryan didn’t allow him to take up residence. He managed to come to Rapture by himself, only to find in the midst of its Civil War. He left prior to Jack’s own arrival, but has returned.

The first thing Orrin did was to bring order to the splicers by giving them ADAM from the corpse of Dr. Alexander “Alex the Great” Gilbert. With the former members of the Rapture Family now in his thrall, he sent them out to gather the bounty of Rapture for himself, so that he could bring its technological advances to the surface and make a fortune.

Something was greatly wrong with that ADAM, however. The splicers who took the ADAM from Alex the Great’s corpse became more and more aggressive, insane, and finally animalistic, their bodies mutating further into the monstrosities they’ve faced just now. Most splicers have become these Mutants, leaving few original splicers and unspliced individuals alive. The final de-evolution of Rapture has arrived.

Liz has an “episode” right there, just like when she was in Rapture trying to save Sally: A gothic city, its streets a confusing maze of twists and turns, its citizens either turned into slavering monsters or hiding in their homes in terror. A masked figure wearing a tricorn hat and armed with strange weapons is the only one to stand against the monsters in the end.

When Liz’s episode ends, she apologizes as Jack gives her a bandage to wipe off the blood leaking from her nose. She can’t help but notice Dr. Reid and Lady Ashbury’s eyes flicking to her nose before quickly looking away, an odd look like hunger in their eyes.

Orrin Lutwidge has sequestered himself in Arcadia. To protect himself from the Mutants, he has enlisted the services of the “Diamond Partners”, a group of veterans from the Rapture Civil War. They were part of Sinclair Solution’s “Home Consumer Rewards Program”, testing “products” for “home defense” during the war. The best of the best, they banded together after the war to work for the highest bidder. Right now, the highest bidder is Lutwdge and he’s getting out of Rapture, one way or another.

When Eleanor asks about the Big Sisters, she learns that after Sofia Lamb’s disappearance and the dissolution of the Rapture Family, the Big Sisters just up and left. They seem to have withdrawn into the old Little Sister’s Orphanages; anyone who goes into them, unspliced, spliced, or Mutant, is never seen again. Sometimes, they are heard though, screaming very briefly.

Thankfully, Subject Artemis, Dr. Reid, and Lady Ashbury have been largely successful in rescuing the unspliced survivors and escorting them to the safety of Minerva’s Den. There, they’ve gathered food, weapons, ammunition, first aid kits, and enough ADAM to splice an army. 

Funnily enough, the Robotic Little Sisters from McClendon’s Robotics in Minerva’s Den have been great for that last job. Unlike the mindless Bouncers, Rosies, Rumblers, and Lancers, Alpha Series Big Daddies are perfect for this; they don’t need to be bonded to the Little Sister to protect them, and thus, the Little Sister doesn’t need to a little girl at all.

Right now, they all need to get to Andrew Ryan’s Office to shut off Rapture’s defenses. Otherwise, their evacuation is going to go very slowly. Also, they need Tenenbaum to come down and figure out how to alter SERPENT to be able to cure this new kind of ADAM, or make an entirely new cure altogether. 

The good news is that Dr. Reed has been studying the new ADAM and has a good understanding of how it works and what they need a cure to be able to do. The bad news is that they don’t have much time; the Mutants are constantly evolving, and how long will it be until they develop fully-functioning gills and are able to leave Rapture without the aid of a submersible?

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