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From Sodom Shall I lead thee

I just finished playing it Im totally depressed

#beautiful! #bookerbeth #elizabeth comstock #booker dewitt #bioshock infinite

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You will be blocked and reported if...

…your profile pic is a picture of a woman (even more so in skimpy clothing)

…your bio is filled with emojis, your zodiac sign or a location

…your blog is completely empty

I’m sick of all these pornblogs and bots. Rot in a ditch and leave me alone. If you want to follow me and don’t want to get blocked/reported, make sure to show that you’re a real human and that your blog isn’t empty. 

#bots #spam #tumblr staff

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The Shirt Off His Back {Bookerbeth}

I confess this is a severely overdue request that I was unable to finish sooner, due to various circumstances. Fortunately, I was finally able to sit down and get the finish touches done! To the one who requested this, thank you SO much for your patience, and to them and whoever else reads this, I hope you enjoy!

Keep reading

#Oh this was really sweet #thank you so much #i loved it #bookerbeth #Booker DeWitt #elizabeth comstock #bioshock #bioshock infinite

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Sssh, it’s okay.

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“If I could put him down, would she let me?“ 

Fan art by RicardoTomeArt.

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Save Elizabeth

#I never really understood why people tried to hang her #also booker looks different in each medium #they could never decide on his face lmao #ingame look best look #bioshock #bioshock infinite #elizabeth comstock #booker dewitt #ALSO THAT LAST GIF WHERE HE INSTINCTIVELY STEPS IN FRONT OF HER FUCK YEAH

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#JUST LEAVING THIS HERE #YOU CANNOT CHANGE MY MIND #bookerbeth #elizabeth comstock #booker dewitt #it's cheesy as fuck but I DO NOT CARE #bioshock infinite

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Booker N O 

To eat…or not to eat?

#I never knew #dear lord #bioshock #bioshock infinite #booker dewitt #garbage man

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This.  That he *instinctively* reaches to carress her cheek, I’m just-- 

The feels, man.

#bookerbeth #elizabeth comstock #booker dewitt #this is such an intimate gesture #also #THE SIZE DIFF #PLEASE

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Y E S. 

I love Booker’s small whistle when he and Elizabeth are in the elevator to get into Finkton. 

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I love Booker’s small whistle when he and Elizabeth are in the elevator to get into Finkton. 

#this massive golden statue #I can't even pinpoint why I love this moment so much #maybe because the air between Liz and Booker feels more normal #before it was really uncomfortable between them #considering elizabeth realising he's a thug and reiterating how he's a means to an end #and this is their first attempt at regular smalltalk again #elizabeth comstock #booker dewitt #bioshock #bioshock infinite

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“It was a fine thing you came along when you did.”  “Heh. How do you think I ended up here? I gambled. And now I owe money to men you don’t want to be in debt to. I come here to pay it back. Me busting you out--what do you think that was? Charity?” “Who sent you?” “Somebody who was willing to take my marker in exchange for you.”

I always thought this to be the moment where Elizabeth had to become suspicious of Booker. He says himself that her rescue is a job. What did she expect? That he was just tasked with getting her out of Columbia and whoever hired her just wanted her freedom? Yeah, right. Elizabeth is very naive--only natural considering her lack of social interaction--but she’s also smart and a bookworm. Booker is a trope library on legs, I think Elizabeth had this nagging feeling of upcoming betrayal in the back of her mind already, but still being who she is and believing in the good in people, she waits until the very last moment to confront Booker (when he puts in the coordinates for New York, not Paris). And then she’s not above doing whatever she needs to to survive; something she also picked up from Booker. 

#something something I'm rambling #something something Booker corrupts Elizabeth and I'm here for it #elizabeth comstock #booker dewitt #bioshock #bioshock infinite

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Once you got Shock Jockey and return to Soldier’s Field, all the stores you could previously enter have been closed. Booker being the broad hunk that he is, though, can easily lift the gates and gain access anyway. 

This isn’t even anything big but I love worldbuilding and thinking about headcanons while I’m playing, and I bet Elizabeth’s dead on her feet at this point. She needs a break, even if it’s just a small one. Just five minutes to close her eyes. So she and Booker can enter one of the shops and take a breather. She’d love to sleep in a bed but the room Preston’s been “residing” in is not an option... what with the corpses and all. 

#bioshock #bioshock infinite #elizabeth comstock #booker dewitt #soldier's field

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“As I said, I’m no doctor, but that doesn’t mean I don’t find the field fascinating.”

#this is one of those days where I wish Atlas wasn't just a role but his very own character instead #bioshock #bioshock infinite #burial at sea #atlas

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Hi! maybe 3C for bookerbeth?

i’M crYING nobody’s asked me about my otp in fOREVER

#elizabeth comstock #booker dewitt #bookerbeth #bioshock infinite #i love this #bioshock #moar

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“ i missed you so much. let's not ever leave this bed. “ for bookerbeth😌

Here you go! I confess this one did derail a little bit as I was writing it, but I do hope you still get some enjoyment out of it!

"I missed you so much. Let's not ever leave this bed."

Elizabeth still didn’t know how it happened. How it was...possible.

But here he was in her arms.

Booker.

Her Booker.

Even when his mouth and hands had roamed over her body, reintroducing himself to some areas and discovering new ones, she still couldn’t believe it.

When she had initially asked how he came to end up in Rapture after his untimely end in that river back in Columbia, his answer had been confusing, vague, and sporadic, constantly interrupted by desperate, hungry kisses between them.

The entire situation was illogical, but as Booker’s very real body kept meeting hers over and over again in an increasingly feverish state, Elizabeth didn’t care. None of that mattered now. All that mattered was that they were together again.

“God...I missed you so much...” he now confessed with a quiet growl, his hold on her still as tight as ever, as they both came down from their peak of pleasure. “Let’s not ever leave this bed.”

The proposition was beyond tempting.

Her eyes still closed and still in a post-orgasmic haze, Elizabeth shifted a bit closer to the man. Pressing her lips to the side of his neck, she smiled against it when she heard him utter a soft, drawn-out moan at the contact.

Quite sensitive there, huh? she internally mused. She made a note to remember that.

Meanwhile, the hand that rested upon his bare chest could feel his once-rapid heartbeat finally begin to slow down. As he began to rub her back, she rubbed his chest and sighed his name with contentment.

After what had felt like an eternity, he was with her once again.

It felt almost too good to be true.

But as her eyes reopened, reality started to poke at her mind when her half-lidded gaze fell upon the shortwave radio that she had been carrying previously - the only means she had to communicate with a very different sort of man she had struck a deal with some time ago.

She initially wasn’t too concerned about it, but as she focused her gaze more on the object in question, she finally realized that in her haste to disrobe earlier, she had accidentally pushed the talk button...a button that was still pressed down.

Her blood ran cold.

He likely had heard everything.

With a mixture of panic and reluctance, she wrenched herself from Booker’s embrace and sat up, pushing her messy hair out of her face.

“I have to,” she told him.

Jostled out of his half-awake state, it took a moment for him to realize what was going on. Confusion flooded his face as he sat up slightly, resting his weight upon his elbows. “Why?”

The was a pause. She wasn’t sure what to tell him. So much had happened during their time of separation...too much to convey in just a few words.

After another moment’s thought, she simply said, “Atlas.”

“Who’s Atlas?” Booker was now wide awake, his brow furrowed and his tone questioning.

“Definitely not who or what you think he is,” she said, crinkling her nose in disgust as she got out of bed and walked over to where the radio sat abandoned on the floor by the door of the room. She picked it up, disabling the button as she did.

It didn’t matter, though, as immediately after, a thick, Irish brogue came through the crackling static on the other end.

“It sounded like you were havin’ a right good time there, luv,” he stated, the sarcasm in his voice oddly peppered with hints of genuine interest, “but I thought I’d mention that your Little Sister is gettin’ right impatient...unless, of course, you’ve decided that gettin’ your kicks is your top priority now-”

“-Nothing’s changed,” Elizabeth snapped into the speaker. “I’m still coming for the girl.”

“Suit yourself,” he shrugged off. “I’ve got all the time in the world. Not sure I can say the same for her, though.”

There was silence after that.

For the next few seconds, Elizabeth remained kneeling, digesting Atlas’ words. With a huff of frustration, she buried her face in her hands.

How could she allow herself to get distracted? To even momentarily forget why she came back to Rapture in the first place? To let her emotions cloud her better judgement? How could she be so...selfish?

If she didn’t have a reason to start hating herself before, she certainly did now.

But still...she couldn’t stop herself from wanting all of this to go away. To just be able to forget everything and crawl back into that bed to lay in the arms of the man whom her heart had been aching for since she left Columbia.

But she knew that had to wait. She needed to fulfill a promise - not only to Atlas, but to herself.

She needed to save Sally.

Elizabeth’s bout of internal self-chiding was soon interrupted when she felt Booker’s hand gently rest upon her shoulder. For a moment, she felt comforted by the silent gesture, hoping that perhaps he had come over with the intention of taking her back into his arms to help ease her tension.

But when she turned and got a good look at him in the dim, blue-green light coming in from the windows, her breath caught in her throat in surprise.

Now half-dressed, with sex-mussed hair falling over his forehead, the man sported a protective, almost dangerous look in his eyes as he tightened his grip on his pistol.

“Elizabeth...” he addressed her seriously, “tell me everything.”

#elizabeth comstock #booker dewitt #bookerbeth #bioshock infinite #bioshock #this was great #gimme this AU DLC now

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People thinking they can ruin this ship for me and start shit in my posts, as if I won’t just blacklist and block them :’D 

My sweet summerchild, I don’t give a shit. 

I am having fun with FICTIONAL characters, this does not mean I condone this in the real world and if you think so, you’re way dumber than I could ever imagine you to be and I feel sorry for you.

#ship and let ship #it's not real #it's fictional #this goes for every fandom #don't like it then mind your own business #always with the entitlement