#infamous fan art

[hyddnum]

Haha hey @infamous-if ….

[phoenix-wulf]

The Beat, new issue today!

Blake got Mike Wazowki-ed lmao

I’m very ok and normal about Seven

M!Blake Winter and M!Seven Lawless belong to @infamous-if

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THE BEAT

UNDERGROUND WASTEBASKET SURPRISE ARRIVAL ROCKS SHOW

Get the behind the scenes scoop on the surprising 13th band of BOTB! Page 2

TENSIONS ARE RISING!

Words exchanged inside the photography set! And what are these looks Ashes is giving to Soft Violence’s Seven Lawless

CELEBRITY SIGHTING?

Griffin Reign, Victoria Valentine, and Ashes of Bad/Society spotted at Manhattan café?

Touring Band of Season 5

MISFIT ALLEY

[used template in Canva]

[giveawaysoul]

Some #inFAMOUS fan art I've done over the years. Let's see if this finds my people on this site better than Twitter.

[hhhhleb]

*..heart to heart?

[gncrezan]

thoroughly enjoying @infamous-if so here's sketchdump of my post-read doodles before i run through it once again!!!!!!!!!

[iminaloine]

Riz Gukgak, The Ball™

[artemisicarian]

The Infamous Odysseus

[kuru-a-roo]

Here have some crudely drawn over out of context BTS memes I had on my computer but with Infamous peeps instead lol

All characters (except the teeny Aura in the 4th pic) belong to @infamous-if

[mirrorartwork]

Delsin Rowe's Message (inFAMOUS Second Son)

[katkalis-the-horror-fanartist]

Violin girl adopted a little sister! They boogey on!

Anyone and everyone that criticizes how badly I drew the "violin", I WILL bite you

Enjoy the concept

[phoenix-wulf]

Ashes - Bad/Society Spotify Profile

Oh man I always wanted one of these @infamous-if edits but I have no photoshop exp but then someone kindly offered to make one and I was so excited!!

The person being @mt07131 ! She’s also edited the hair color of the “About” pic :)

Most of the album cover pics and Misfit Alley band pic are slightly edited, by me, free domain photos but the “7Ashes” cover album and Soft Violence band pic were created entirely by me.

Thanks again to Maeve for helping me :D

(Credit to template creator: @9clouds)

[gladii0lus]

Delsin lighting a blunt 🍃

In honor of finding a few more Delsin Rowe fans, tumblr gets to have first look of my Delsin art I was working on earlier 😩😩

Click for full details! Tumblr made it a bit blurry :(

Y’all can find me more active on instagram! @/peachiibub

[teatitty]

Okay so some context before we get into the read tonight: in 1996, Marvel decided to try and bring in newer, younger readers for series that were getting very low sales [like Avengers] by doing a cross-over event known as "Heroes Reborn" with every issue only costing 99 cents instead of the usual dollar-fifty. They thought the best way to do this was to give the comics over to Liefield and Lee, who had their own company by then, but ended the contract with Liefield after only 6 issues due to "low sales" in both his stories and handed some of them off to Lee and then gave the Avengers title over to Walt Simonson

Because of this, the writing in Heroes Reborn crossover is very messy, and a lot of plot threads Liefield had set up get completely dropped. In the main 616 Universe, all the hereos in this crossover had "sacrificed" themselves to defeat Onslaught and are believed dead. In reality, they were put into a pocket dimension created by Franklin Richards and are now teeeeeechnically livin as alternate versions of themselves, with revised origin stories, slightly different personalities [you'll see this most evidently with Wanda] the whole works

The first issue kinda just throws you into the deep end with very little explanation and so it's easy to get confused and wonder if this is another retelling or not but no just treat everything you're gonna see tonight as an alt verse until the very end when everyone gets transported back to 616 with their original personas etc. Right. With that outta the way we're gonna pull up the read and just go from here. Luckily it will not last long we can get thru it in one night easy lol

[gncrezan]

thinking about the infamous blog mentioning genshin and sebastian in the same sentence i feel a little ill actually

[changeling-rin]

DLinktober, Day 26: Instruments

Art by @glaceon-mage! If I'm not mistaken, this is the Ballad of the Windfish from Majora's Mask? I like that you took the time to get all the individual button inputs for all the different instrumental parts!

The artist says: "I drew the Ballad of the Wind Fish! It's not to be confused with the Ballad of the Wind Fish! They're totally separate things, you see."

[prettyflyshyguy]

It's wip wednesday. I'm going back to my #1 favourite punching bag cause when life gives you rotten lemons, inflict pain on fictional characters. Please enjoy what I wrote over the last few days. (open for a surprise)

“Oh thank god.” Sam said in relief as he opened the door, Samuel almost pushing past to enter quickly, wasting no time setting down the duffel bag on the coffee table and unzipping it as Sam locked the door after him.

“Can’t keep an eye on your brother for five minutes now?” Samuel said disapprovingly, like he was scolding a child. He unsheathed a machete and inspected the silver blade, checking the edge before handing it to Sam before selecting one for himself. 

“I tried to talk to him but he wouldn’t listen, look you know what he’s like–”

“Yeah, I know, but he’s not himself, Sam.” he raised his voice and the blade in his hand “And we can’t take any chances with this, you know how time critical it is after initial infection.”

Sam lowered his eyes and looked at the weapon in his hands. 

“He may be family, but do not let that blind you from the gravity of this situation.” Samuel continued, “He’s a monster now, and he’s hungry. We have to find him before it’s too late.”

“I told you he’d kill me.”

The pair snapped into focus at the sound of Dean’s disembodied voice, both raising their weapons up defensively and stepping back, peering into the dark of the kitchen. They instinctively moved to back each other up, both covering the potential exits, Samuel shifting with his back to the room door, Sam inching closer to the bathroom. 

“Did you feed?” Samuel spoke out, eyes darting around the gloom, looking for his mark.

Emerging from behind the small separator wall, Dean slowly stepped into the open kitchen space, his back to the pair. They eyed him with caution, trying to get a read on him. People changed when they turned. Dean was no exception. 

“I went to say goodbye to Lisa.” his voice was soft, and though his back was still turned, his lowered head emphasised the weight of the guilt in his tone “... Which for the record, was a lousy idea.”

“Dean answer the question.” Samuel snapped.

“You can relax, I didn’t drink anyone.” his lip curled as he spat the words out, eyes flickering as the light from the street filtered through the drawn blinds and reflected and bounced back. Sam shivered involuntarily as the sight reminded him of a hunt in years past, when a shapeshifter took on his brother’s form. Samuel breathed out in relief and his body relaxed slightly, but his grip on the machete was unwavering. “Thank god.”

Dean’s eyes lowered to the ground, the changing angle breaking the reflected light, making them seem human again. “... But I came close.” He paused after the admission, staring at the floor. Nodding slightly as if to confirm something to himself, he removed his rugged coat and laid it on the bench behind him. Stepping forward, he looked back up at the pair and straightened himself. Sam and Samuel exchanged a glance before turning back to Dean. His eyes once more reflecting the light as he spoke with indignation in his voice. “Alright. Do it.”

Sam held steady, looking at Samuel for guidance. Samuel ignored the pleading stare and continued to focus on Dean, watching him stand ever so still, tense and stoic. A trained working dog, aware of its mistake, awaiting judgment to be delivered. He took a few confident steps towards Dean, machete held gently by his side as a precaution. Dean stiffened and his face grew colder at the approach, his eyes unblinking and focused. Samuel stopped a few feet away.

“Dean I didn’t haul ass this whole way just to kill you.” he gestured with his free hand behind him,  “Sam could’ve done that.”

Sam blinked and turned his head away at being mentioned. Dean didn’t break eye contact with Samuel as he clarified, “I’m here to turn you back.”

“What?” his eyes narrowed a fraction and his eyebrows twitched in confusion.

“Dean I tried to tell you…” Sam softly called out from further back.

Samuel’s expression softened as he watched Dean stand there, slumping slightly as his mind almost appeared to short circuit in the moment. If he intended to hurt anyone, he would have made a move by now. Dean swallowed and his eyes darted back and forth as he shifted on the spot. He snapped back in the moment after half a second to look up at Samuel. A pleading look in his eyes and his mouth slightly ajar, the words failing to form in the back of his throat. Despite how much a part of Samuel’s mind screamed at him to pull his arm back and plunge the blade into the vampire’s neck, he had to at least try and save him. Dean broke the stare and shuffled sideways, looking back at Sam. He had put his weapon down on the table, standing back looking relieved. 

“You didn’t think to bring this up, I dunno, when I started hunting again?” Dean took a step forward as he addressed his brother, “How ‘bout before I go and get infected?”

“Look there was a lot going on, I just-” Sam pleaded.

“And you,” Samuel cut him short, staring Dean down as he pointed a finger at Dean’s chest stopping him cold, “didn’t stop to think about anything before you ran off to see your girlfriend.”

Dean reeled back at the comment. Samuel turned his back and returned to the table. “You put innocent lives at risk Dean, and your own for that matter, if you’d stopped to listen to your brother you might’ve realised how high the stakes are.” he looked back over at Dean, who remained in the kitchen looking ashamed. He looked over at Sam who looked exhausted. “Not to mention every hunter in the state is on high alert – word travels fast boys, you know this. Blood bank vans being hit across multiple towns remember?” 

The brothers remained silent as Samuel drive his point home. “You both could have done better. And you’re both goddamn lucky. Don’t forget that this time.” he gestured at the table, “Now get over it, and sit down.”

He placed his weapon back in its sheathe, and took a seat. Moving the duffel bag to one side, placing his sword on his lap just in case. Sam and Dean skulked over, looking like dejected children after their scolding. Sam sat down next to him, while Dean positioned himself slightly further away from the two, on the opposite side, a comfortable arms length distance. Samuel noted how remarkable Dean’s self control must have been to have held on this far. The man was the most stubborn bastard he’d ever met, and he quietly thanked the fact. He’d killed too many good men and women close to his heart before. It never got any easier.