{ Independent Sick!Delsin Rowe from Infamous: Second Son }
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inhales slowly.
hey whats up my name is delsin and welcome to jackass
all joking aside where the fuck is the infamous community at. is there a discord. i miss this asshole and he’s lingering again and boyyyy i miss infamous @@
#delsin rowe#infamous#second son#my name is delsin im 24 and i never learned how to#be a decent person
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hey happy thanks go fuck yourself giving
#thanks sickeyes that's really nice of you#happy thanksgiving ya'll#also just for the future if anyone asks abel mun and i are no longer on talking terms#i know im not so active on here but i get messages every once in awhile about us#yeah so shrugs
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“Real bullet.”
He offers a half-assed attempt as finger guns, “I can’t handle her pissed but boyyyy, I can handle miffed.”
Delsin reaches up and tugs at his beanie, rolling his shoulders as if preparing to automatically get struck for his comments, “She around? Should I be concerned?”
sickeyes:
“Depends,”
he rubs his fingers against the fraying edge of his red hoodie, fidgeting with it before settling into something far less nervous. His lips quirk up into devious smile, the happiest he’s looked in weeks.
“How pissed is she?”
There’s a strained laugh that comes from him as he can only offer a shrug. How pissed was she? Delsin didn’t exactly want to answer that as he coughed into his hand, “I wouldn’t uh say she’s pissed but she’s definitely… Miffed.”
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“Depends,”
he rubs his fingers against the fraying edge of his red hoodie, fidgeting with it before settling into something far less nervous. His lips quirk up into devious smile, the happiest he’s looked in weeks.
“How pissed is she?”
“So what do you think is more dangerous. A neon bullet or a real bullet.” He pauses for a moment. “Asking for a certain pink haired friend…”
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@vandalprince is my god damn son and i love him. who the hell is even still active in the infamous fandom
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The (D)Evil Within
I will keep quiet You won’t even know I’m here You won’t suspect a thing You won’t see me in the mirror But I crept into your heart You can’t make me disappear
Til I make you
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HEY KIDS WANNA BUY SOME DRUGS
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Didn't you used to have a Vaas rp account? Or was that someone else I'm thinking of?
that was another Delsin ur thinkin of and I know who it is. But hot damn do i fuckin love to write Vaas myself.
what a babe.
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bet you never thought you’d see me again on here.
what’s up.
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–> ;; BUT EVEN SELF-DESTRUCTION ISN’T FUN ANYMORE ;; <–
“Never regret thy fall, O Icarus of the fearless flight For the greatest tragedy of them all Is never to feel the burning light. “
✕ INDIE ADAM JENSEN ✕
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When ur at a con with ur poc bud that cosplays delsin, a poc character, and they get blasted for their actual skin tone.
#Please don't do that bruh#that's p shitty#they're actually one of my good friends and if you believe that they're not poc and allowed to cosplay Delsin please unfollow#they're sitting right next to me and they're a lovely person
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—-> if blood and bones are what you want < —- ———-> i suggest that you look behind you <———-
indie || semi-selective Grey Anderson cross over friendly extensive roleplay experience open to anything, everything
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Monachopsis
Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.
A shadowed side hits the wall with a dull thud, a cloud of dust left in her wake as she rounded the corner. The beast is down on all fours, teeth snapping in anticipation of seeing the terror etched onto her victim’s face. She found nothing.
The sight of the newcomer was enough took her by surprise, reeling back slightly, hesitating to size him up. Not a new target. Where had the other poor soul gone? The crimson trail left from their brief frenzy led straight to here…This was not her target. Sarah didn’t want him.
Rising to her feet, shadows burnt away from her, hands balling into fists as she made a swift approach to whatever the hell had gotten in the way of a kill. He wouldn’t make a good meal, certainly not, perhaps killing him would b-
She’s stopped short, fingers uncurling when her gaze found his face. This wasn’t right. The rage had quickly bubbled away, replaced by a heavy feeling in her gut. He looked ill. A bloodlust so strong, yet killed as soon as some sick bastard got in her way.Getting weak, Sarah?
“The fuck?” The conduit can’t bring herself to complete the sentence, broken words trailing off into eerie silence. The beat of her heart seemed oh so much more prominent now, blood gushing in her ears as she stared down the street to meet his gaze.
She wasn’t sure what made her feel so uneasy about the situation. Usually, nothing would stop her from tearing this man apart, painting the walls with his blood and leaving him to suffer. Yet, she wanted to turn and flee. Run from him and never look back. She shouldn’t be here.
“You’ve ruined my day, asshole.”
He shouldn’t be here.
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;; HELLO I FIXED MY LAPTOP I CAN BE DICKEYES AGAIN.
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