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pandoradoesotherstuff · 6 months ago

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Delsin Rowe x OC DUP Agent Samantha

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A/N: Surprise! It's an enemies to lovers request fic by the very artistically talented @gladii0lus! 🥰 I'm sorry it took so long, but I hope it was worth the wait!

There's angst, there's fighting, there's a little blood, there's Delsin being a flirty little shit aaaaand it has a fluffy ending. ☺️☺️☺️☺️ I may also have rewrote the entire end fight with Augustine to fit my narrative, too, and I can't lie, I'm kinda proud of it. 😂

Enjoy! ❤️

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Delsin sits on the rooftop of a high up apartment block, long legs dangling over the side as he taps rapidly at the game on his phone held in his long fingered hands. Something in the distance catches his eye. The glinting of metal, figures moving rapidly, the echoes of voices from far away. He tucks the device into his back pocket before quickly standing up, climbing up higher onto a nearby antenna tower to get a better look.

It was a DUP agent, higher up than a basic grunt soldier if the uniform was anything to go by. They were chasing someone, probably a rogue conduit or a “bioterrorist” as they liked to call them. (Fucking stupid if you asked Delsin.) He couldn’t quite make out the details of the agent’s face but he could see her long brown hair streaming behind her as she gave chase. The part that caught his attention the most was the type of power she seemed to have. It looked to him like wire shooting out from her left arm. Was her arm itself the wire or was it wrapped around her wrist and could be used at will? He found himself slightly mesmerised by the way she moved. The sheer speed and agility she showed, the way she seemed to propel herself forward with her own conduit power. Not all that dissimilar to something he could do himself. Curious…

Delsin jumps down from the antenna tower and lets himself freefall for a while before turning into smoke at the last minute and landing safely on the ground. He better get moving quickly if he wants to catch up and introduce himself to this new unknown agent.

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Delsin is a whirlwind of smoke and ash and chaos as he destroys the DUP tank in one foul swoop. The explosion feels warm and almost comforting on his skin, it’d have barbequed anyone else in such close proximity. One of his many perks from being a conduit. He lands in a crouch, right fist against the ground while grinning up at the very unamused agent glaring back at him.

“Well if it isn’t my very own personal DUP angel here to greet me after a hard day of kicking you guys asses all over the city”.

“How many times”, she practically growls. Trying hard to ignore the slight flutter in her chest and the dusting of blush on her cheeks. “My name is -”

“-Oh come on, angel eyes. You don’t have to be like that”. He stands up, dusting any remaining ash off of his clothing and takes a few steps forward. “You know there is something between us, don’t deny it”.

“Get back bioterrorist, I won’t ask again!” She raises her arm that is now made of thick metal looking wire, ending in a deadly point, fully intending on using it to restrain him and worse. He raises his palms up in response, a sign of faux surrender before taking a few steps back, failing to fight back the smirk that now graced his handsome features.

“Temper, temper Angel. Anyone would think you don’t love me with that attitude”.

The agent splutters angrily, cheeks flushing red with more than just anger. A blast of wires shoots forward, looking like a ball of angry snakes as they seek to ensnare him. Delsin just manages to dodge out the way, his body becoming nothing more than a cloud of smoke and ash before materialising on top of the now smouldering ruins of the DUP tank.

“Parting really is such sweet sorrow but you have to be faster than that to keep me all to yourself”. Delsin’s laughter echoes down the alleyway as the agent lets loose some choice expletives.

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Delsin rushes his way through the empty city streets as fast as he can, leaping from roof to roof, gliding in the wind, through smoke and over fences. He had to catch up, he had to do something! Fetch was in danger! That DUP agent he’d spent the past few weeks dancing around, and flirting with, was hot on her tail. She was shooting bolts of neon behind her without looking, Fetch couldn’t afford one slip or the agent would be on her.

“Fetch!” The two conduits look up, Fetch taking her chance to hit the agent. It hits her side, knocking her spiralling to the ground as his friend makes her escape.

Delsin stops on the edge of the rooftop, looking down at the agent who was now clutching her side, teeth gritted in pain as a slow trickle of blood pools on the pavement. Ah shit…

He knows he should go after Fetch, make sure she’s okay and has somewhere to lie low for a few days but there’s something pulling him back to the agent. This was stupid, it wasn’t like he owed her anything! All she’d done was try to capture him by any means necessary and yet…

Delsin shakes his head in frustration at himself. “I hope you know what you’re doing”, he mutters to himself before dropping down from the roof and landing softly not far from the agent.

She raises her wire melee power menacingly, eyes wild and fierce like a trapped animal. Other hand still clutching her side, fingers slick with blood.

“Woah, hey now Angel. It’s just me. Your friendly neighbourhood conduit”. He raises his hands in surrender, not for the first time with her, hoping she wouldn’t attack. “I’m going to help you, okay? Just…trust me, this one time. Please”.

There is pause as she stares deep into his eyes, breathing heavily with the pain, before the wire melee power hits the ground with a loud metallic thunk.

Delsin approaches slowly, keeping his hands raised as she watches him wearily. He crouches down next to her, trying to ignore the conflict churning in his stomach. She hisses under her breath as he carefully moves her hand away to see how bad it is. There’s a lot of blood and a ripped gash in her uniform where the neon had burned through. The skin is raw looking underneath, the wound deep but he thinks he might be able to help. Delsin takes a deep breath and rubs his hands together before placing his palms over the wound, concentrating on sending his power and energy into the skin. The agent hisses in pain, teeth grit again, watching as their skin slowly knit itself back together, leaving behind a pink shiny scar.

There’s a pause as their eyes meet, something almost soft passes between them before the sound of more DUP agents nearby startles them both.

“Well Angel, looks like our time is up once again. Take it easy for a change. See ya!” Delsin takes off into the sky before the agent can even answer, vaults over the edge of the rooftop and disappears out of sight.

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Delsin curses under his breath as he practically slides round the corner, favourite DUP agent hot on his heels. All hell had broken loose in the city, the DUP were on high alert, drones watching his every move, road blocks, check points, blockades. You name it, they were doing it and he was doing all he could to survive. It was getting harder and harder though, even now that he had more powers than before. (Thank you Fetch and Eugene.) But he had to survive, had to save his people, save his friends. Save everyone!

Maybe his mind was wandering with the pressure of everything, maybe it was bad luck. Hell, maybe he wanted to get caught but whatever the reason, he found himself trapped. Backed into a corner with his Angel bearing down on him. He raises his hands in surrender for the 100th time as he walks backwards, eventually hitting a wall.

“If you wanted me so badly Angel, all you had to do was ask”. Delsin tries to keep up his nonchalant attitude, his forced easy smile not quite meeting his eyes. He swallows a little nervously, frantically looking for a way out but not finding any as the thick metal wires weave their way towards him. If they managed to get a hold of him, it was game over. No continues.

But then they just…stop. Delsin’s and the agent’s eyes meet, she frowns as if confused by her own actions. Then with a sigh, the wires slowly retract.

“You saved my life last time, you could have easily left me but you didn’t.” The agent shifts awkwardly, struggling to get the right words as her wires fully retract and turn back into the regular supple flesh of her hand and arm. “Just…go”.

“I…what?!”

“Go Delsin! We’re even now, I owe you nothing. Now get out of here!!”

He didn’t need to be told twice.

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The stage was set for the final showdown between Augustine and Delsin. It had all boiled down to this, there wouldn’t be a second chance. All the fighting, bloodshed, tears, loss…it had to mean something. He couldn’t give up now!

But Augustine was fighting him with everything she had, her black jagged concrete shards shooting up out the ground in every direction. Delsin felt like he was getting nowhere fast, her concrete shield seemed almost impregnable. All his own attacks were bouncing off or barely making a dent. Was this even possible?! No, it had to be! He’d come too far to give up now! He had to think of something and it had to be quick.

Then, as if it was some heaven sent miracle, there was a clang of metal hitting stone as those familiar wires shot out in front of him blocking a projectile he’d failed to see.

“Angel…”. He breathes heavily, grinning in disbelief as even she looks shocked at her own actions.

“You know fine well my name i-”

“-You!” Augustine interrupts with a scream of rage, hurling herself towards them at a furious pace. Her face contorted with rage and betrayal. Delsin and the agent spring apart, narrowly avoiding the whirlwind of concrete that would have ripped them to shreds.

“I can’t believe I’m doing this but…” There’s another crash of concrete as it narrowly misses the agent’s head, exploding into shards that tear at her clothing and skin. “I can help you!”

Delsin is deflecting projectile after projectile with his chain whip, trying to get close enough to Augsutine to try and stop her.

“Look at that!” More concrete explosions interrupt his words until he finally manages to make his way over to the agent, handily crouched behind a generator where he could refuel his power. “Now you’re my guardian angel too”.

“Do you ever stop?! Ugh, don’t answer that. Look, if you can distract her I might be able to give you an opening but you have to be fast. Got it?”

Delsin flashes her a grin before jumping up on top of the generator.

“Hey! All mighty leader! Over here! Come get me, I’m a scary bioterrorist off to steal your kids and ruin your perfect neighbourhoods! I use curse fucking words too!” He dashes in the opposite direction, leaving a smoke trail behind him as he goes. He fires blasts of neon and smoke bombs, anything to keep Augustine’s attention on him. Out of the corner of his eye he can see the agent sneaking around the outside of the area, crouching behind different pieces of debris, trying to keep out of sight as much as possible.

Delsin holds his breath as he sees the agent right behind her former boss. This was it, he wasn’t sure what she was about to do but he knew they only had one shot. Just as Augustine was getting ready to strike again he saw the agent’s wires rise up behind her, quickly striking to grab each individual piece of concrete and tear it away from around her. It catches her former boss by surprise, she falls to the ground and stumbles to her knees. The wires are vibrating and shaking as the fight to keep her shield at bay.

“Finish it Delsin!”

He’s only too happy to dive at her with everything he’s got, hands grabbing her shoulders tightly as they slide along the ground leaving a trench behind them. His hands are glowing as he absorbs her power, he can feel it flowing through his veins, concrete shards now coating his arms like armour. He scrambles to his feet, staring down at the woman who had tried to take everything from him. Delsin knew what he had to do.

He uses Augustine’s own powers against her, coating her in a cocoon of painful concrete as her shrieks are finally muffled by the stone. The only part of her that was now visible was her frightened eyes.

“I’m told that’s painful”. He spits her own words back at her before turning around to see the now former DUP agent silently slipping away from the destroyed room that had been the battle ground.

“Hey!” Delsin calls after her, quickly picking his way over the rubble to try and catch up. The former agent seems to have vanished once he reaches the street outside only to just notice her disappearing over the edge of a nearby rooftop. He sprints over, making short work of the leap to the roof, heart sinking at first when he doesn’t immediately see her. Then he spots her sitting on the far corner, legs dangling over the edge as she looks out at the partly ruined city of Seattle. Police and DUP agents scattered everywhere from the previous chaos. It would take them a while to sort everything out again, never mind find Augustine where he had left her cocooned. He didn’t think anyone would be looking for them. Just yet at least.

“Now look who’s running from who, Angel. How the turns have tabled, or something like that”. Delsin sits next to her, legs crossed underneath him, leaning back with his elbows on the cold concrete. The former agent sighs heavily, rolling her eyes at him, trying to ignore the sheer heat that radiated from him and made her want to draw in closer.

“How many times, my name i-”

“-Samantha, I know. I’ve always known, I just think you look more like an Angel from upon high”. Delsin tries to suppress a grin as he sees the slight blush form across her cheeks.

“I couldn’t have stopped her without you, you know. I owe you…a lot”. A quiet moment passes between them as they stare out at the city, he’d almost call it companionable silence if she hadn’t spent the last few months trying to capture him every time they crossed paths.

“I don’t…I still don’t understand why I did it, Delsin. I can’t lie to you about that. But…” Samantha takes a deep breath before continuing. “But when I saw you in trouble I couldn’t…I couldn’t help myself. I knew I had to do something, I couldn't let you die!"

The confession seems to surprise Samantha herself as they both lapse into silence again. Delsin tried to contain his glee while she was questioning herself again.

“What now?” She asks, looking deep into his eyes as though searching for something she hoped to find. He smiles back in response, sitting up so he can gently take hold of her hand in his.

“The world is your oyster, my Angel. It can be whatever you want. We can be whatever you want”.

The blush deepens on her cheeks as she returns the smile before slowly leaning in to press her lips on his.

“I think I rather like the sound of that”.

#infamous second son #delsin rowe fic #delsin rowe x oc #requested

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ragingdumpsterfire · 2 years ago

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[Delsin Rowe x Female OC]

Sirens shrieked in the cold Seattle air, surveillance cameras blaring their alarms. The noise drowned out the chatting pedestrians, and an oversized military vehicle pulled up to the vicinity, earning an annoyed glance from the bystanders. Juno glanced up from her phone, locating the flashing lights. Shit. She watches them for a moment, blue eyes scanning the situation, heart sinking when the vehicle stops and boots hit the ground. Loud voices come from over the walkie talkies of the DUP agents, and she can hear their next target: a female bioterrorist. Juno feels her stomach turn as she panics and thinks back over the last week. Have I used my power in front of anyone? She couldn’t think of anything that would have incriminated her. Hell, she didn’t even like to use her abilities outside of her apartment. Discreetly turning around and working her way through the crowd, Juno quickened her pace to try and find an alley to leave the DUP’s search area. Even if she wasn’t the target, the DUP were known to attack first and ask later.

Success. Nestled between two tall buildings was a little brick-lined alley. Juno ducked down into the alley and broke out into a brisk jog, mentally calculating where the end of the alley came out. Shouting from the DUP agents grew faint, and Juno slowed her pace as she came to the end of the alley. She let out a sigh as she rounded the corner, her nerves were finally calming down. She hated the DUP more than anything. An organization targeting entire cities on the basis of rumors, snatching and shooting at people from the streets. Neighbors reporting neighbors over petty disputes, citizens missing out of the blue, lives being ruined.

“Arrogant asshol—“ left her mouth, but the words stopped abruptly as her body collided with a solid form. Juno was slightly stunned, then judging by the grunting she now heard, the realization sunk in that she had collided with a person.

“Ouch”, a warm voice chuckled, “arrogant I can handle, but asshole? I’m hurt.” A mischievous face looked down on Juno, soft brown eyes with a hint of trouble gazing down at her. A lopsided smirk turned into a grin at the sight of the tiny woman now falling back, and a large hand reached out to help stabilize her.

“Oh my god,” Juno whispered, face burning as she grabbed the offered hand, slightly phased. “I’m so sorry—oh my god I can’t believe I ran into you.” After confirming that Juno was stable on her feet, the man’s tattooed arm went back to his side, and Juno‘s own hands ran through her hair nervously, biting her lip as she stared a hole into the stranger’s black sneakers.

“Hey, it’s all good,” said the man, a metallic clanking sound filling the air. “You didn’t hurt me, but my project’s another story.”

Juno’s eyes shot up at the words, a small oh emitting from her when she saw the context of the statement. The man she ran in to had been spray painting the wall, intricate details of a portrait, bold colors creating a poignant message. And now across the entirety of it, one long messy line of red. Because she ran into him.

A long groan left Juno, and she glanced up at him. He wasn’t upset, his body language said that much. His hands were resting up behind his head, dark hair sticking out from under a maroon beanie. His entire appearance was relaxed, from his ripped up vest to his paint-spattered jeans. There was a gleam of mischief behind his brown eyes, his mouth turned up in a smirk, and he exuded boyish charm. There was no trace of irritation with Juno over the ruined artwork. On the contrary, he looked amused by the whole thing.

“Again, I’m so sorry,” Juno began, “if there’s anything I can do to help, just tell me. I feel so awful about this, I-I was trying to avoid the uh…”

Juno trailed off, gesturing with a thumb behind her, the sirens just audible in the alley. The man chuckled, and began surveying his freshly marred artwork. “Yeah, I hate those assholes too.” Juno watched as he sprayed tactfully over the red, making it less obvious.

He worked so fluidly, the paint can seemed like an extension of himself. Juno became caught up watching him work, the final piece evolving from its original intention. Her focus returned when the artist in front of her cleared his throat and broke the silence. “So, if you really want to help, how about you come by when I do my next painting? Come hold stencils, shake cans, watch the great master at work.” He glanced back at her with a grin. “How’s that sound, Miss Altruist?” Juno felt her face flush under his gaze, and she nodded, slowly at first and then a little more enthusiastically. “Yeah….yeah, that sounds great!”

With a final flourish of his paint can, the man next to Juno gestured behind her, and the two stepped back to take in the finished painting. It was a bold message to the DUP, a message of defiance and spirit, and aesthetically pleasing to top it all. Juno glanced over at the artist, taking in his satisfaction. He wiped his hands on his pants, adding a few more spots of paint to them. Juno hadn’t noticed before, but he had spent time altering the denim vest he wore over his gray sweatshirt. Despite his carefree demeanor, Juno realized that his attention to detail must have been something he used in every aspect of his life.

“So….my name is Juno. Figured you should know that since I’m now your new assistant.” This earned Juno a laugh. It also sent a curious sensation through her stomach. “Well then, new assistant Juno. I’m Delsin,” he stated a little formally, shooting her a grin. “You can call me Del….or Mr. Awesome Manager Delsin. Whatever works for you.”

Juno shot Delsin a thumbs up as she laughed at the goofy expression he made. “You got it, Mister Manager.”

Both Delsin and Juno couldn’t help but laugh at the ridiculous exchange. With the sun reaching their spot, Juno noticed how Delsin’s eyelashes framed his dark brown eyes, and the way sunlight showed various shades of chocolate hues. The way he looked down at her, grin softening to an honest smile. The way he looked down at her…the way he looked down at her. Juno’s face flushed with the sudden realization of the way he was gazing down at her, and broke the eye contact. Delsin must have had the same realization because he suddenly cleared his throat, looking back at the art on the wall next to them.

“If you want to give me your phone,” Juno stammered, “I can put my number in so you can let me know when you work on your next project.”

Delsin looked slightly shocked by the fact that she actually accepted his offer, but pulled his phone out from the back pocket of his jeans, unlocked it, and handed it over nevertheless.

“You’re not just gonna take off with it and run, are you?”

Juno scoffed at the idea as she grabbed the phone, ignoring Delsin’s fake suspicious glare.

“And…..there!” Juno stated, having entered her info on the phone, and handed it back to Delsin. For a brief moment, their fingertips brush, skin against skin. Delsin hesitated before taking the phone from Juno, as if thinking better of removing the sensation. The warmth of his skin coursed waves of something through Juno, and she suddenly became acutely aware of the missing warmth once he removed his touch.

The two stood in comfortable silence for a moment, the quiet of the lingering sunset casting a glow down the alley.

“Well…I guess I should head out,” Juno said, giving Delsin a small smile. “I think the DUP are gone now, and I’ve got a hungry cat waiting for me at home.” A pause, then she continued. “So…anyway…you’ll text me when you work on your next project?” She mentally cringed at how overly expectant that came out.

Delsin raised a hand, giving a finger gun, and winked her way.

“You bet! It’s a date, assistant.”

This little action, these three little words, lit up Juno’s face. She gave a small salute, and turned to leave, taking one last glance at his face. Her shoes seem heavy, heavier than they were this morning. “See you later, Delsin.”

Delsin. Delsin. Yeah, Juno liked saying that name.

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As Juno rounded the corner, waving from down the alley before disappearing, Delsin removed his beanie and ran a hand through his hair, letting out a humored sigh. Quietly, he murmured to himself.

“Del, man, you just met her. C’mon, chill, she might not even be into you.”

Delsin was left standing in the alley, looking at nothing in particular, lost in thought. His hands hung at his side, absently tapping on his legs. Suddenly, he remembered his phone, and pulled it out to look at the new contact.

Juno Moore, Quality Control and Assistant Awesome Manager

He let out a laugh, a smile playing on his lips. “God damn…that girl is amazing.”

[My first rambling bit about my OC and Delsin! I’m still trying to get the hang of writing Delsin, and it’s been so long since I wrote anything substantial, so I hope this was okay! If you want to know about my girl Juno, here is some info about her.]

#infamous second son #delsin Rowe #infamous fic #Delsin Rowe x oc #Infamous oc #Delsin Rowe fic #oc juno #Juno #oc story #Juno Moore

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leodoodlesstuff · 9 months ago

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the most beautiful colors chase the sun

they wrap up her trail in a taunting gesture

that seems to sing out loud

this is what you’re missing

#infamous second son #infamous oc #Juno Moore #Delsin Rowe #Delsin x Juno #digital art #artblr #art #painting #sketch #artist on tumblr #oc art

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therozpoz · 2 months ago

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Among Gardens and Other Things // Reggie Rowe x conduit!fem OC

RATING: M, will contain smut chapters! Genre: ROMANCE!! A year after Augustine's occupation with the DUP in Seattle, the city has become a conduit safe haven thanks to Delsin and co. Life returns to normal with the exception of new conduits on the rise. A new resident moves to Salmon Bay, growing interest gathers around her as she's spotted donating fresh produce around town, and it pique's a certain sheriff's interest as well... AKA: Reggie crushes hard on the town's pretty new farmer girl. Delsin is the ultimate wingman. Silly goofy, fluffy storytelling.

>> AO3 LINK <<

IT'S FINALLY HERE!!!!!!!!!!! I'm so happy to share this super self indulgent fic with the Infamous Second Son community. I really hope you enjoy!!

#sheriff rowe and the flower girl #among gardens and other things #reggie rowe #reggie rowe x rosemary amoroso #reggie rowe x conduit!fem oc #delsin rowe #infamous second son #fanfic #fic

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paintsplantspaws · 5 months ago

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I’d like to do a very special shout-out to @tamiisnthere. She is a great creator and an inspiration of mine. Thanks to all of you for all the likes!

#blueflames #assassin's creed #jacob frye #assassin's creed syndicate #malik al sayf #assassins creed headcanons #evie frye #ezio auditore da firenze #desmond miles #ac2 #blueflamesfic #delsin x oc #deslin rowe

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pandoradoesotherstuff · 6 months ago

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Absolutely gorgeous! I love it!! 🥹🥹❤️❤️ And you're absolutely welcome! Any time. 🥰❤️

Sam and Delsin ballroom dancing? 🫣🤭 Sam didn’t recognize him cause he didn’t have his beanie on 😭 not because of the mask LMAO

A drawing based on this post that the lovely @pandoradoesotherstuff wrote! Thank you again for letting me request again :’))

I gave Delsin a vest cause ya know he wears a vest so why not give him a formal one 🤭 and I made Sam’s dress bit glittery and obviously the strings on the back are suppose to represent her wire powers☝️🙂‍↕️

#delsin rowe #infamous second son #infamous delsin #fanart #wire oc #delsin x oc

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secondstarly · 5 years ago

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warmup / meme dump

refs x x x

#doodle #lyona ardra-hayes #wolfy #nidalix durden #amaris atwood #tamaslin #curse of the gays #wolfy is amaris' wolf companion #he's perfect and i love him

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shenasocs · 8 years ago

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Name: Gina Fav Color: Orange Abilities: Spray painting to create illusions. Past: Born in Seattle to African American father & Jamaican mother. Joined a girl gang at 18 & got arrested many times by her dad. Accidentally killed her gang with her powers during a heated arguement. Quotes (*bonus*): “Most of girls in the gang didn’t like me bc I had the most prettiest eyes. Green eyes with hope. Also, I’m really queer” “I was hiding from D.U.P. after the incident. Then, I bumped into a guy with a red beanie. Very cute & devilish at the same time. He told me to watch as he mercilessly kill those poor guys. But then again, I don’t feel sorry bc they tried to kill me” “Delsin is my teacher. He taught me how to spray painting better & to defend myself. I met his minions. Fetch & Eugene, they seem legit” “Dad, you can’t tell me what to do. I’m a conduit since I was young. I kept it from you bc I knew that you would put me in prison just like mommy. You knew mommy was a conduit & a criminal, but you fell in love anyways and I was born. What did you expect? Her power was gonna pass on to me. You didn’t want me to make the same mistakes as her but I already did. I work for the infamous Delsin Rowe. (Laughs) I’m not corrupted, old man. This is the last time you’re gonna see me” “I’m fucked up but I don’t care. I need fucking happiness & pleasure”(talking to evil!Delsin) “(Smokes weed) This some good shit” “You want me to destroy the party with you? Sounds lit. I’m ready whenever you’re ready, bad man” (agreeing to evil!Delsin) “I love tagging & playing with my PSP. I’m gonna play GTA”

#infamous #infamous second son #infamous oc #infamous second son oc #evil karma #evil!delsin #delsin rowe #infamous delsin #oc aesthetics #black oc #black original character #oc moodboard #oc x canon

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gutankle · 7 years ago

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infamous

YESSS I’m so excited to get this thank u,,

these are all gonna be from second son because I’m awful and prefer second son but hey,,❤ Favorite Male: DELSIN delsin I would die for delsin Rowe and come back to life just to die for him again ❤ Favorite Female: fetch! I went through a period of disliking her bc one of my friends I don’t like anymore stanned her but I decided forget my old friend, fetch is great. Betty gives her a run for her money tho.❤ Favorite Pairing: fetch and delsin is pretty cute but the real otp is delsin x my oc, Kian ✖ Least Favorite Character: Augustine or Shane from first light :/✔ who’s most like me: he’s much cooler than me, but probably delsin ideals-wise❤ most attractive: delsin delsin delsin❤ three more characters that I like: Reggie, Betty and Eugene (but also Jenny from first light bc I totally just remembered her when I tried to remember Shane’s name)

#ask meme #about me #asks #jillvalentines

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fortheloveofwii · 7 years ago

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Ship meme for multi-shippers

@amandashepard tagged me in this and I had to think really hard about it. so many fics, so many ships LOL. but thank you for tagging me!!

Tagging @smokeeconduit, @josmott, @carlstoodard, @kiingdomcome, and uhhh whoever wants to do it

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First ship you ever read fic for: Nick x Ellis left 4 dead 2

First ship you ever wrote fic for: Fetch X Reggie for infamous second son, right here . read at your own caution I haven’t updated it in nearing 3 years

Ship you write the most now: Desmond Miles x Delsin Rowe. I’m not kidding, I have about 5 fics for them

Ship you read the most now: I fandom hop alot but based on my bookmarks uhhh cullrian (cullen x dorian)

Newest ship: probably Nadine Ross x Chloe Frazer

Rare ship you wanna read more of: literally all my favorite ships. Reggie x Eugene, Ajay Ghale x Rabi Ray Rana, Male Shep x Garrus Vakarian (of course i can contribute but do i wanna? sometimes)

Your taboo ship: I actually really enjoy Clay x Rebecca from Assassins Creed. That’s the only one I can think of. That or Shepard x Joker, not enough of that

They never met in canon ship: I can’t think of anything outside of crossover ships

Your unexpected ship: I wasn’t expecting to enjoy mercy76 as much as I do, that and symmphara. Mostly bc I just hadn’t intended to get into overwatch

The ship you always forget to give love to: probably Shepard x James Vega, or anyone frankly that isn’t Garrus...I have a problem.

Ship your OC with a canon character (if applicable): I mean, I guess if shepards and inquisitors count? I’ve never shipped an oc with a canon character that i can think of. i mostly ship ocs with friends ocs

A ship you’re embarrassed to ship: I’m not really embarrassed, but a while ago a friend and I started shipping something that we’re certain only we know about (cough, the dorks)

Your most romantic ship: How dare I barely mention uncharted. Nate/Elena are the best

Your sexiest ship: I’m not really a ‘sexy’ ship person to be honest

Your most tragic ship: Alot of them are tragic in their own ways, which i pointedly ignore and write happy things. lies. slander. I’m lying to you and myself

A ship you want more content for: ALL OF THEM

#meme #fic meme #i'll spare the pain and not tag all the stuff i mentioned

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condvit · 8 years ago

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i was tagged by m’love @glassrunner 💕

Nicknames: I don’t usually go by any really Zodiac sign: Pisces Height: just about 5′9″ Last thing I googled: icon sizes for tumblr lol Favorite music artists: EXO!!!!!!!!!!! and like so many others you know. my music taste is so varied... Song stuck in my head: none at the moment bc i’m currently listening to music. so i’ll go with what’s playing. Ready Or Not - Monsta X Last movie I watched: aahhh.... i don’t even know. maybe Resident Evil? What I’m wearing right now: me favorite hoodie Why I chose my URL: bc i love the shit out of the infamous series also i wanted something short & sweet Do I have any other blogs: several. @ocsofthedas (dragon age oc appreciation), @ocsofthewasteland (fallout oc appreciation), @tiredsaeyoung (mysme writing/etc. blog.... that i don’t update nearly enough), and @memeyeols (kpop blog which i can’t tag bc i legit just changed my url lmao) What my last relationship taught me: UM... well let’s see. idk if i wanna post just on the off chance they see this. so.... pass. but things were learned ye. Religious or spiritual: neither Favorite colors: all!! but pink rn Average amount of sleep: depends i try to get at least 8 on days i work, but that doesn’t happen sometimes. when i’m not working i sleep way more. (fun fact: from monday night - wednesday night i was running on 6 non-consecutive hours of sleep. worth it for exo.....) Lucky number: don’t have one! Favorite characters: I LOVE SO MANY..... some of my comfort characters/favs are Delsin Rowe, Nathan Drake, Deacon, Elena Fisher, Faith Connors, Cole...... so many others i don’t wanna type a novel here How many blankets I sleep with: just one at the moment. Dream job: it changes all the time with my interests. anything that puts me in a position to make others happy and meet my favs. how’s that?

#tag meme #about me #text #thanks for tagging me dear!!! 💕

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pandoradoesotherstuff · 6 months ago

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The Conduit and the Agent: A Delsin x Agent OC Tale.

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A/N: The lovely and talented @gladii0lus once again asked me if I could write something for her kick ass OC, Agent Samantha, and who am I to say no?? A fun little fluffy piece which takes place before the final battle against Augustine but after they've met a few times.

This was so fun to imagine and to write, I hope I did your vision justice!

Enjoy! ❤️

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The Seattle ballroom was a grand old building, marble in structure with pillars to rival a pantheon and the name emblazoned in gold above the glass doors that beckoned the guests inside. There were guards everywhere outside surrounding the building, more than a few inside also but luckily for Delsin he didn’t need an invitation. With a quick adjustment of his bow tie, he slips in through an upstairs vent. He wasn’t used to wearing such formal clothes, they were a little stiff and uncomfortable for his liking. (The jacket wasn’t even his in fact, he’d “borrowed” it from Reggie.) But he needed to look the part if he wanted to be completely incognito. There was important information to be gleaned from such an event. A who’s who of agents to be taken out eventually, maybe an idea of any further plans, a close up look at Augustine for potential weaknesses perhaps? The possibilities are endless. And if he happens to run into his favourite DUP agent while he was mingling with the crowds then so be it. Who says you can’t mix a little business with pleasure.

Inside the building was like nothing Delsin had ever seen before. There were crystal chandeliers and candelabras everywhere, the candle light glinting off every jewel in the place making the very air seem to glitter. The upstairs balcony, which he was now standing on, was carpeted with a thick burgundy fabric that felt plush underfoot, a dark wood railing ran all the way round, only interrupted by the grand staircase which led to and from the ballroom floor. Delsin catches sight of himself in one of the gold gilded mirrors that were placed strategically around the room to better reflect the candle light. He almost has to do a double take for a second, alarmed by his unusual appearance. Besides the black tuxedo, he’s wearing a sleek black masquerade mask with silky raven feathers adorning the sides minus his usual red beanie that was never off his head. Delsin felt almost naked without it, truth be told, but sometimes you have to make sacrifices for the greater good.

He leisurely walks around the top balcony, making mental notes of everyone there and acting casually like he belonged. Only a few people were wearing masquerade masks but luckily no one took special notice of him because of it. Then across the room Delsin notices her, his very own Angel. Her arms were folded on the balcony as she leaned over a little, looking down at all the couples gliding effortlessly across the room, an almost bored expression on her face. The agent’s dress was deep midnight black that flowed perfectly over her curves, the back open to show off a series of intricate crisscrossing wires that reminded him of her own conduit powers. Something which was no doubt on purpose. Delsin wondered briefly what it’d be like to have his hands on her skin while they danced before realising he was probably staring for a bit too long and decided it was time to make his way over and say hello. It was only polite after all.

Delsin carefully weaves his way through the crowd towards the agent, grabs two flutes of champagne on the way and takes a deep breath to prepare himself before reaching her.

“You know, I just can’t stand seeing a beautiful woman drinking all by herself”. He holds out the champagne flute for the agent to take, using his most charming smile. She looks him up and down with an expression of slight amusement before straightening up and accepting the offered glass. He has to suppress a grin when she doesn’t recognise him.

“Does that line usually work?” She smirks, examining the bubbling liquid in the glass before taking a small sip.

“No, but there’s always a first time for everything”. He grins before taking his own sip of champagne, nose wrinkling at the tart taste. It wasn't his usual drink of choice but it seemed appropriate for the occasion The agent rolls her eyes with a snort of laughter, sipping her drink once again. Delsin couldn’t help but notice the way her eyes kept glancing over him, like she was trying to figure something out.

“So what brings you here? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you at headquarters”. The agent frowns, eyebrows furrowing as she tries to think if she has seen him somewhere before. Maybe that was why he seemed vaguely familiar to her; she might have seen him briefly at the DUP headquarters.

“I’d like to say it was for networking or some other corporate bullshit but truth be told there is this totally hot babe I’m into. You uh, you might even say she’s a literal…Angel”.

The agent gasps at the familiar nickname from the conduit, knuckles turning white with her now furious grip on the champagne flute, threatening to break the delicate glass any second.

“You!” She all but growls under her breath.

“Me”. Delsin replies with a smirk, casually continuing to sip on the bubbling liquid as if he wasn’t in the most perilous situation ever. “I clean up good, huh? Come on Angel, I know you were looking”.

“That is the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever heard in my life. I-I…I wouldn’t, I couldn’t…I-” Her face was flushed, embarassed at her own bumbling reaction and for letting the conduit get under her skin so much.

“-Relax Angel, don’t get your panties in a twist. I won’t tell anyone”, he interrupts with a wink. The agent flushes somehow darker, she can feel the wires beginning to form under her skin while contemplating her options. She could try to capture him right here, Augustine would probably want her too but…but there were too many civilians here. Too many innocent people would get hurt in the pursuit, at least that’s what she was telling herself.

“Dance with me?” The conduit takes a gentle hold of her hand, rubbing his thumb lightly over her knuckles, thankful the mask would cover up his own nerves somewhat. The agent sighs, looking conflicted as she glances around at all the people in the room.

“Do you promise to leave straight away if we have one dance? I mean it Rowe, this is fucking crazy for you to be here.”

Delsin breaks into the most dazzling grin she’s ever seen, almost causing her to forget how to breathe for a second.

“One dance and I’m outta here, no one will ever know”.

Delsin pushes his luck to kiss the back of her hand before leading her through the crowd, down the stairs and onto the dance floor, leaving their half empty champagne flutes on the tray of a conveniently passing waiter. He places his arm around her waist, pulling her in close as she rolls her eyes but she couldn’t stop the small smile that appeared on her lips.

“Should I mention now I’ve never danced like this before?” He sheepishly admits as they start to do some sort of waltzing steps to the flow and sway of the classical music that was playing from a large orchestra.

“Why am I not surprised?” The agent laughs. “Although I’d be lying if I said I had either. This is…nice, though. We’re probably not doing a correct step between us but it’s…nice”.

Delsin smiles softly in response, talking hold of just one of her hands to twirl her slowly before pulling her in close again.

“You look beautiful”. He says, finding himself once again completely lost in those piercing eyes that always felt like they saw right through him.

“You don’t look so bad yourself, Rowe”, she replies quietly. Almost afraid to say the words louder in case it broke the spell she found herself under.

One dance became two and two became three as they stayed in their own bubble, passing the odd comment between them but mostly they were silent. Both lost in thoughts of each other and of the body heat they were sharing, revelling in the closeness they were both missing in their lives.

“I should go”. Delsin finally says, leaning in slightly without really thinking about it.

“Yeah…” The agent begins to lean in slowly, her eyes never leaving his as the gap between them slowly closes. Their lips are mere inches apart, the smell of her perfume filling his head, almost making her dizzy or maybe it was just the anticipation of what was to come. The sound of someone clearing their throat loudly next to them causes the agent to flinch back, eyes a little wild and alarmed looking.

“Time and place, Agent Samantha”. Augustine was standing next to them, arms folded across her chest, a look of cold amusement on her face. The agent steps back, clearing her throat with embarrassment.

“Of course, Director”. She holds out her hand for Delsin to shake. “Pleasure to see you again”.

“The pleasure is all mine”. He replies, placing a brief kiss to the back of her hand while fighting hard to keep his face neutral lest his expression give him away. “Maybe we’ll see each other soon”. He doesn’t wait for a reply but turns his back on them, jaw set tight as he quickly makes his way towards the stairs.

“Delsin?” The DUP director calls after him. “Don’t let me ever catch you sneaking in here again, it might just be the last thing you ever do”.

#infamous second son #delsin rowe fic #delsin rowe x oc #requested #requests are open!

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