#infamous conduit

[uncleshrimp]

There's vampire Jonathan, ghoul/monster Jonathan

I made a crack fandom fusion

But hear me out, what about fire conduit Jonathan /basically dracula and infamous fusion/

If someone doesn't know what im talking about

Read this

So: what if after Dracula biting Jonathan before going on his little trip to England. Drac's bite kinda mutated Johnny in some kind of way that it accidentally made him into a first conduit lmao.

If u want more of this little thing please reach out i would be happy

[yomiosatious]

Drawing request: So uh... There is that series of games called InFamous and I'm like, i need to see Barney as conduit (⁠☞ﾟ⁠∀ﾟ⁠)⁠☞

And if u don't know what it is, there's a whole wiki page about the InFamous' conduit gene and everything

*im pathetic i know

Dear sweet anon u and I have a common relation. I fucking love infamous 😭

you are not pathetic for this ask i love you one million times !!! I have not been able to stop thinking about this since you sent it and have been so hype about it since… so thank u thank u thank u. I’m such a sucker for the glass conduit even tho it never came to fruition, just so pretty shiny better than concrete LMFAO. Very easily could have given him coles swag ass blue lightning but eh

If you want to specify a gene tho LMKKKKKK I’m so down to draw more conduit stuff, whomever u are ily u so much

[tsunami-kelsey]

[kingbob2-0]

3 notes? Good enough for me!

first 2 drawings are of how some of the powers look when they are used.

the first 3 are Altair (Glass conduit) for short range attacks he can cover his limbs in armored claws, and shoot a large glass dagger that explodes into shrapnel (1st is regular non charged attack, 2nd is all charged up, and third is claws with no effects) upper left corner is a glass mine, which also explodes on contact.

The one with music notes is Jacob, his powers are sound/Radio (the actual attack didn’t fit on the page with covering the others) a lot of his abilities are AOE and very LOUD. Tho he can also absorb the sounds around himself and become completely silent, he usually prefers not too.

the rest are all Desmond, who is a solar/sunlight conduit, but with a twist. Due to isu interference his powers can affect other elements and manipulate them to an extent, leading to a large and confusing variety of abilities. Ranging from plasmas like electricity and fire, to things like manipulating tides or gravity (he can also absorb and power isu devices)

(pls ignore the music notes on the second page, I forgot to remove them)

Tried to draw Altair draining power from a window, not the worst attempt at a human I’ve ever drawn.

Basically just took the concept art from infamous for glass conduits and colored over it, with an alternative coloring as well.

On the left is an attempt at visualizing how Desmond’s “dash” abilities would work. Right is (in 2 different colorings) a sound wave attack for Jacob.

Used the concept art again, this time for Ezio, (Explosive/Gunpowder conduit) trying to see how he’d get around, with alternate colors for the second one.

A1 and A2: Called it “Dragon’s breath” in my notes, a blast of white-hot Solar fire with a faint snap of electricity, second version is slightly upgraded with red embers.

B. “Grass step” one of Desmond’s passive abilities is to affect plant growth, often with them growing behind him as he runs ( think the main character from Okami) or rapidly blooming and wilting around him as he stands still (like the deer god from Princess mononoke)

C. “False smoke” originally meant to be another conduit imitating a smoke attack, might change it to something else.

D and F. “Thunder-Strike” and “Electric arc” respectively, electric attacks, likely used by Desmond.

G and J.- Unnamed Fire attacks

E and H,- unnamed attacks, could be anything.

I. Unnamed Shadow attack, Used by Evie (shadow conduit)

K. “Video Spark” small long range Video attack, not very strong, Used by Arno (Video Conduit)

[unhingedbutaware]

Brothers

Had this idea for a while, inspired by a fanfic I saw,,,

Insane time to post I'm so sorry

[morastfrck]

anything with Reggie!

reggie!! i love him sm, lets not remember abt what happened to him

how to face time

[but-a-humble-goon]

A lot of series have ripped off the "superpowered people as metaphor for oppressed groups" shtick from the X-Men but for my money the funniest thing anyone has ever done with it is Infamous 2 with its villain Bertrand, a southern god fearing fire and brimstone type who runs a militia of outrageously dumb redneck hicks with guns who want to hunt down all the mutants sorry "conduits" and keep the deviants out of their city. The twist being he is a conduit. In fact he made himself into one deliberately, expecting to become a glorious demigod and the real reason he's mad is because turns out his powers suck. He is the metaphorical equivalent of that guy who becomes violently homophobic because he craves dick but got no rizz.

[gladii0lus]

Posting this here as well since this was my last art fight attack :’)

@morastfrck gotta tag of course 🤭

[hotmilf45-xxx]

I've had a lot of thoughts about the nitty gritty of conduits in my life and my views have changed as I've got older and learned more about biology, but the most consistent thing I think about them is they've very likely got corrosive blood. I mean, they must have some corrosive agent in them that gets rid of all the bullets they walk off otherwise they're just walking around full of lead (hilarious but unlikely). It could just be their power eating it but realistically evolving evil acid blood is better for warding off theoretical predators + it's cool--and also something that has actually happened in nature before already with prehensile green tree skinks (there are probably other examples that's just the first to come to mind).

Expanding on this idea, I think that their stomach acid might be similarly corrosive but to a slightly lesser degree. Since conduits whole thing is "roach you've been spraying with raid for five minutes who may or may not still be alive" or whatever, it would make sense that they have some kind of more intensive digestion process while also being able to digest things you really shouldn't. Regardless of how it would work, the point I'm trying to get at here is that conduit vomit would be dangerous in a way similar to their blood.

Anyway I bring it up at all because I drew this picture on a call with one of my friends as a joke and realized it doesn't make any sense without context so LOOOOOOL whatever he ruined his fucking gamer setup again he thought caustic vomit was for one day only ahhhhh he mad as hell

[therozpoz]

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!!

[ragingdumpsterfire]

Delsin Rowe x Juno Moore: inFamous Second Son OC 18+

________________

Fingers hesitantly brushed over delicate lace that was currently playing peekaboo, slipping out from under a low cut tank top. It was clingy—too clingy?—and left little to the imagination. Hands move to rest on hips, a lip bite, and a sigh.

“God, you’re outdoing yourself,” Juno muttered, staring at herself in the full length mirror in her apartment. Was it too much? Probably. Did she care? No. She thought of the way he’d look at her when he came in that day for some coffee (oatmilk latte, occasionally with hazelnut) glancing down with those deep brown eyes, seeing them darken as his glance lowered and—

“Alright, you’re hot, stop worrying about this,” repeats the reflection in the mirror, serving as an impromptu pep talk. Skeptical blue eyes stare back at her, taking in the outfit for a moment more, and, with a final sigh, Juno grabs her bag and phone, and leaves for work.

The morning crawls by, regular after regular coming in, grabbing their caffeine, and leaving. She catches more than one customer glancing down as they order, drink after drink, but none of them boast a scribbled Delsin. Part of her starts to worry that maybe he isn’t coming in today, that she might have stressed over an outfit for no reason. Sure, she might have had a couple people try flirting with her, but that wasn’t what she wanted. She knew what she wanted.

And finally—finally—in he bounds, lanky form gravitating towards her and filling the space like a beam of sunlight. He practically radiated warmth, reflecting the way a heat was blossoming over Juno, prickling and pleasant. She catches his eye through the bustle of the coffee shop, notices the way he grins when she notices him, the way he slightly bounces on his heels, hands in his pockets, as if he couldn’t contain some pure energy within him.

Juno only half processes what the line of customers order, heart thudding in her chest as he moves closer with each drink fulfilled. Oh god, should she have worn something else? What if it looks stupid? What if it’s too much? Is it too obvious? Fuck, she should have asked Nora or Athena if the outfit was okay. And finally, he’s standing in front of her, strands of hair peeking from his beanie, towering over her. She can smell the campfire smoke on him, such a tantalizing scent filling her senses, and she gazes up at him, a small, innocent smile on her lips as she studies him.

“Hi Delsin,” she breathes out softly, acutely aware of the way she was leaning slightly against the counter, displaying the lacy black bralette a little more. He’s still smiling his lopsided grin, gazing down at her, and that’s when Juno catches the way he glances down, so quickly, quick enough to miss with a blink. He’s fully aware of the way she’s displaying herself, her breasts barely covered by her shirt. Fully. She sees it now, holding his gaze, subconscious lip bite as she sees his eyes darken, nostrils flare slightly as he inhales a little deeper. Almost daring him to take another look. And he does. Oh, she’s got him good.

“Your usual? Or…do you want to try something different today?”

Oh, he was definitely staring now. Juno could only imagine what was running through his head as he remained silent, mouth opening slightly and closing back up as he thought of his next words. Thoughts ran through Juno of her legs wrapped around him as his mouth roughly explored her neck, hands gripping her thighs as he held her up against the wall, a trail of bite marks that she’d only vaguely try to hide, or the way he’d kiss the soft skin around the edges of that lace, teasing underneath as his hands ran up under her shirt. The way he’d react when he eventually found her piercings, small hands running through his hair, or-or his hands grasping her head, the sounds of him gasping, her mouth finally around—

“Whatever you want to give me, I’m sure I’ll like it.”

The words rip Juno out of her fantasy, returning to Delsin staring down at her, eyes burning. She felt so small, so vulnerable. So incredibly turned on. The way he drank the sight of her in, the expression on his face, it betrayed to her the unspoken thought running through his head: you know exactly what you’re doing to me in that outfit. And she did, the lust was written plainly in his eyes. Part of her expected, wanted him to lean over that counter and kiss her, pull her into him, carry her into the back room and fuck her. She didn’t even care anymore if the other patrons heard, she just knew that she needed him. They’d spent so long exchanging flirtatious quips, and now she needed more, oh so much more. But an impatient and exasperated clearing of a throat dragged Juno away from that thought, nails gripping the entire way to remain there in that moment. Two irritated eyes poked out from behind Delsin, glaring and scoffing, an impatient foot tapping, arms crossed defiantly.

“Hey, before you two fuck right here, can I at least get my coffee?”

Crimson barely began to describe the shade of Juno’s face, she couldn’t meet the customer’s stare. Stammering out a reply and an apology as Delsin stepped to the side, looking a little too smug, Juno returned to her job, rushing to catch up on the line. Chuckling to himself, Delsin moved to wait for his drink by the pick up counter, a slight blush gracing his face. He watched the girl work, hands flying as she made drink after drink, a rainbow latte here, a cappuccino there, and eventually handed off a flock of drinks waiting to be picked up. Delsin sorted through to find his, one hand in his pocket, the other on his drink as he stared at the cup, grin slowly growing. On the cup, next to his name, was a heart, a phone number, and a message: tonight, your place or mine?

[infamoussparks]

Happy birthday, Caly! My little 4-year old baby celebrated on April 23. She wanted a Disney Princess themed party and Rosaline made sure everyone dressed the part. This is also a great look at height-accuracy for my OCs (except Caly, who is kneeling on a chair).

[codenamehazard]

.:Port in the Storm:.

Chapter 18: Port in the Storm

Hey guys! Time to see what emotional stuff is in store for us in this chapter!

Big thanks to @rogueshadeaux for helping me out as this chapter was giving me some serious issues! If ya'll haven't checked her out, do so! Erosion is a top notch story and it's only gonna get better!

Without delay, let's jump in!

------

I lean against the HEMTT while Mako’s taking some stock on supplies and materials. I have been hanging around the convoy for some time, hoping to see Kestrel so I could ask her about the Amp, but out of all time I’ve been watching I hadn’t seen hide nor hair of her. I’m beginning to wonder if something happened while I was out clearing my head.

Mako had greeted me, relieved I was okay before we got into some small talk. Chit-chatting about this and that before I found my opening to ask.

“I thought about your suggestion while I was out in the fields and you’re right, it probably wouldn’t hurt to go ask Kestrel. I mean… We already have a deal and all.” I state, Mako smiles and nods.

“That’s good to hear, I know how much the Amp means to you, so I know Kes will fix it up.” Mako replies softly, looking relieved at my answer.

“So uhh… Where is Kestrel?” I ask, Mako gives me a worried look.

“Well… She should be in the workshop… She had gone there shortly after you left to wander and she hasn’t returned since.” I raise my eyebrow at this, but I soon shrug.

“Sounds like she might be having troubles with a rogue customer. I’ll head over there and sort it out.” I grunt as I stretch. “Thanks for the info.” She nods in response as I head over to the nearest wire and hop on. Blitzing off as soon as my foot hits the cable.

—-

Bolts arc as I leap off the wire, gliding towards the door with a smooth tuck and roll. I smile and brush myself off, pleased with my landing. I near the door and soon hear the sound of muffled shouting and screaming as well as the sound of something violently venting out gas. Oh great… As if I wasn’t already nervous enough about asking Kestrel about the Amp, knowing she’s going to be in a foul mood is just making me all the more hesitant. Still, I have made up my mind. I swallow my fear and step inside.

I see the door to the forge is shut and I could now recognize the second voice. It’s Pangolin’s voice. My eyebrows furrow as I listen to the tone, it’s the same tone my father took with me when I fucked up combined with that same military brass. I growl quietly as I approach the workshop door.

“Pangolin? Him of all people?” I question in my head as I get closer. Why is he here and why is he absolutely laying into Kestrel? What did she do?

I’m about to open the door, but decide against it. Instead, I hide myself to the side. Using a small amount of my power to sharpen my hearing and listen. At first, the sound was muffled, but once my ears sharpened, I could hear clearly and what I heard made my blood boil.

“I’ve been at this stupid thing for two days straight, Pangolin. TWO. FUCKING. DAYS!! No sleep, barely eating, only time I took a break was to drink and to take a piss!! What more do you want of me?!?” My eyes bug out of my head at the sound of Kestrel’s voice. Two days straight!? Am I hearing that correctly?? “I am literally running on fumes over this, the VERY LEAST you could do is to cut me some fucking slack!!”

“How can I “lay off” when you lied about the weapon being ready, Kestrel?” Pangolin’s voice growled, I can picture in my mind the bastard circling the girl with eyes full of disdain… Just like my father did to me. This whole thing is still about that stupid gun?? The gun she warned was a prototype??

“I didn’t lie!” Kestrel balks. “I said “HOPED SO!!” How many fucking times do I have to say it?! It means it hasn’t been tested. That there’s a chance that it might not work!! The plan didn’t work anyways because it wasn’t enough to take down the Summoner!!” The poor girl’s voice was starting to sound hoarse, almost desperate. I have to wonder how many times Pangolin has harassed the Gunsmith, by the sound of her voice, I’d imagine it was a frequent thing.

More flickers of my childhood pollute my mind, memories of my father barging in when I was trying to study and berating me for some slight or another and me shouting back, just wanting him to leave me the fuck alone.

“With your behavior as of late, I wouldn’t put it past you to sabotage out of spite, especially seeing that it was your poor conduct that cost us a mine.” I silently seeth as I hear Pangolin talk about the Mine Incident. The very incident that he made Kes and I promise to drop. 

Fucking hypocrite.

“Oh! So we’re going there with this, huh?!” I hear Kestrel screech. “So you’ll have me and Cole bury the Mine Incident but you get to hold it over our heads?? Use it as fucking cudgel?? Who gave you that right, huh?!” I had to pull a small piece of leather out from my backpack and bite into it in order to keep myself quiet. Keep myself from charging in sparks blazing.

“You’re acting like a child!” I hear the Spartan snap. Really?? Kestrel is being the childish one?? She’s not the one making up crack-pot theories about how your own Gunsmith, who you supposedly trust, purposely sabotaging her own work when there was a goddamn monster barreling into town??

“Do you even hear yourself, you dense fuck?!” Kestrel screams, the sound becoming more and more frantic, as if she’s on the verge of tears. “What could I possibly gain from sabotaging my own work? Do you think so little of me that I would literally break my own weapons just to spite you for rightfully calling me out on my shit? Said shit that, might I remind you, that YOU made me and Cole promise to put behind us?? The very same shit you’re holding over my head like a fucking hypocrite??”

“Think so little of me…” That… That struck a cord inside me. I have been around many people before, people don’t say shit like that unless something’s been going on that has led them to that conclusion. I know this for a fact… As this was something I would scream to my own parents. New memories rush in like a surging wave as I start to remember another issue I’ve noticed…

Favoritism…

How Pangolin has been treating Kestrel from what I’ve been seeing… How he’s currently treating her now, is very much like how my father treated me when I was young, especially in my teen years… After my brother was born…

…And how he was treating me? It was how dad treated my little brother… It made me seeth. He was treating one of his own like utter trash and treating me with kid gloves. What’s the big idea here? Is it because he feared what I could do? Or is it because of what he could gain.

“Honestly, Kestrel? I’ve been questioning a lot about you since that incident.” Pangolin hisses as I hold back my tongue behind gritted teeth and scrap leather. “I never thought you could be capable of abandoning anyone to a death you claim you wouldn’t wish on your worst enemy, but you proved me wrong there… Makes me wonder what else you are capable of… And now with this blunder, I now wonder how much you have lied…”

“Perhaps… You lied about how long the weapon would take? That you could have gotten it out sooner but you chose to lie instead?”

He did not just fucking say that…

There was a heavy pause, full of tension that was about to break. I could hear the creaking of twisting metal and could feel the bioelectricity in the Gunsmith’s body rise, she would be a beacon of red in my Radar Pulse.

“So…” She damn near whispers. It’s the dangerous low kind of whisper that warns those that something bad is about to happen and there was no stopping it. “It’s my fault… Is it? It’s my fault that two Conclaves are no more?” Her voice is on the brink of tears and I’m getting angrier by the second. “That the blood of thousands are on my hands because I couldn’t complete your precious project quick enough??” The last part comes out as a venom filled snarl.

Memories of the hateful gazes fill my mind, memories of being called a terrorist… Of being blamed for the death of those lost in the Ray Sphere blast… Blamed for the death of Trish’s sister… And here I am… Listening to a mirror.

“Kestrel, you’re putting words into my mouth!” I hear the brick idiot sternly say and I just want to go in there and crack some sense into his head!!

“No, I heard you loud and clear.” The Gunsmith growls. “You’re blaming me for their deaths with this…”

“Kestr-”

“If you’re going to blame me, say it.” Her voice trembles more. “Say. It.”

“No.” The moron rebuts. “I’m not going to entertain this fit.”

“JUST FUCKING SAY IT, THOMAS!!!!” She shouts with all of her might. “SAY IT’S MY FAULT!!! IT’S MY FAULT THEY’RE ALL DEAD!!! STOP PUSSY-FOOTING AROUND AND JUST SAY IT TO MY FACE!!!”

I can’t see what’s going on, but I could feel it. Pangolin’s really stepped in it now. Metal around slowly twists and screeches. The H.R Giger decor almost looks like they are… Coming alive from the sheer rage.

The sound of panting sobs echo out before a sound that is some sort of unholy combination of a human scream and metal scraping metal rings out, forcing me to cover my ears as a cacophony of metal breaking and twisting joins the scream. Screaming like it was alive as Kestrel’s rage devolves into nonsense and the crashing of material and equipment.

She carries on in a blind fury, phrases like “You think I’m such a failure? That I’m a fuck up?”, “You think I’m just an untrustworthy curr?” and similar wail out of her as smoke starts to seep from the bottom of the door. I can’t take this any more, I need to get in there. However, before I could, I could hear the clattering of metal and the crumpling of paper.

“If I’m such a traitorous monster like you believe me to be, then you can figure this out!” I hear Kestrel snarl out before I see the door swing open violently, creating a hole in the wall. She charges out, eyes blazing like hot iron and her body so heated up, she’s causing the fake water heat illusion.

Pangolin tries to follow her out, shouting at her to wait, but she’s too fast for the lumbering idiot. Now he’s left standing there with scrap and blueprints in his arms… The scrap of the Brickzooka…

I stand up and let my power flow, Pangolin’s eyes widen.

“So… This is your idea of leadership, huh? Holding your team’s fuck ups over their heads, treating them like trash and blaming them for things they didn’t do because you’re pissed over petty bullshit?” I watch as the Brick Spartan turns around, his face pale as a sheet.

“Well? Is it?” I bark, my mind slipping back into the days where I lead an army of Conduits. My irritation grows by the minute the longer he just keeps staring at me like an idiot. He gapes like a fish, as if thinking of something to say, but falling short. I can’t help but to growl.

“W-what are you doing here?!” He stammers out in a panic.

“Doesn’t matter why I’m here, what matters is that apparently you think it’s okay to hold shit over your teammates’ heads after you made them promise to let it go” I growl deeply.

“I’m just holding her accountable, just as I asked Mako to do for you.” He tries to defend. I scoff, sparks pop off and my eyes glow crimson. I begin to circle him like a hungry predator, let’s see how he likes it.

“Oh, so it’s “rules for thee but not for me,” huh? Well I’m just holding you accountable for this little fuck up.” I continue to circle him, the sight would have been hysterical to see someone a fair bit shorter intimidate a 6’6” tree of a human if I wasn’t so infuriated. “How can I when you’re holding it over Kestrel’s and my heads, huh?” I sneer, my blood seething in my veins. “Ever thought that if you don’t let it go too, the issue can’t be dropped?”

The idiot says nothing, time to turn up the heat as the bolts grow hotter in intensity.

 “And what’s with the favoritism, huh? You’re treating Kestrel like utter shit yet you’re handling me with kid gloves. What’s that all about, hm? You scared of me? You want something from me? Go on, tell me.”

He can’t give me an answer, I know I have to walk away before I completely lose it and strike him. So I decided to cut this conversation short, I have a more pressing matter on my mind anyways.

"I don't know what your end-game is here with that bullshit you pulled on Kestrel, but you look me dead in the eyes. You keep pushing her like that, you're going to lose her. She's going to get fed up and leave and don't think she won't. Everyone has their limits and from the looks of things, the bird's reaching that point and if you don't start listening, practicing what you're preaching and actually acting like a leader, she's gonna fly the coop and you'll never see her again." I hiss, a warning from my time leading the Conduit army. A warning I hope he heeds for the sake of the other Misfits. "You'll lose one of your key members and then what are you going to do?" Those last words hiss out of my mouth as I turn away and leave the shop.

With Pangolin verbally torn a new one, I rush outside, leaving him to sit in shame and among the worthless scrap and paper of the oh so precious weapon he felt was so important to push away the one who built it. Silently hoping that the Gunsmith hasn’t left Droptown.

Though I wouldn’t blame her in the slightest if she had, I would have done the same… I have done the same.

Seems like life’s wanting to toss me a bone for once as I pick up on her signature with my Radar Pulse… Huh… She likes high places too. I look up to see her sitting up on top of a building, balled up, hugging her knees and not at all looking happy. I take a deep breath to steel myself before heading up, climbing up the wall to meet her.

Once at the top, I can hear her voice again, it sounds tired and ragged. She’s sobbing…

“It’s not my fault…” She whimpers, rocking back and forth to self-sooth and muttering over and over again that it wasn’t her fault. I knew I needed to be careful, but seeing this? Extra caution is needed. I tap the ball of my foot onto the ground to alert her to my presence so I don’t startle her. She turns around rapidly, tears staining her scarred face and eyes wide in fear.

I approach her and she turns her head back to face forward, balling up more to hide her face.

“What do you want, MacGrath?” She snarls. “If it’s about the stupid gun, save it. I’ll get it made.” I shake my head at the mention of the firearm, not that she could see it. I know I need to handle this situation with care… Not one of my strong suits.

“That’s… What I wanted to talk about…” I murmur in as soft of a tone as I can.

“What, you don’t want the gun anymore? Did Pangolin get into your head too?” The Gunsmith accuses, I would have been upset by this, but I keep my composure. It’s a logical conclusion to come to. I see a glaring eye peek up from behind her arms and I shake my head.

“No, that dense blockheaded bastard has nothing to do with this.” I clarify, I can see the look of confusion form on the girl’s expression. “Something else just came up that’s… A little more important.” I soften my eyes with those words, hoping to get through the anger.

“Then what?” Kestrel questions, her confusion adding to her hostility. I take a deep breath and vent out a couple of sparks to calm my nerves before looking at her. I carefully pull out one of the tip coils of the Amp and show it to her. She looks at it questioningly.

“I want you to repair this instead of building me a gun.” I mutter before gulping. The look of disdain on Kestrel’s face both unnerved and irritated me. She scoffs.

“What?” She sneers. “Can’t fix your own damn weapon?” I clench my fists in a white knuckle grip. I resist the urge to make my displeasure known, reminding myself that to her, this weapon means nothing . It doesn’t hold the same weight as it does to me. I take a deep breath and through gritted teeth, I growl.

“I’m not the one who built it.”

I watch Kestrel’s infuriated expression soften as she lifts and cocks her head. I brace myself for whatever else might come out of the girl’s mouth, but nothing comes. Instead her eyes are focused on my face, like she’s attempting to read me but having troubles. She doesn’t say a word.

“Look, Kestrel.” I continue with a sigh. “I don’t care if having you repair my Amp means I won’t get a firearm from you. I couldn’t give less of a shit about it. I don’t need it and never did. What I do care about is this weapon, right here.” I tap my finger on the coil of the weapon.

I’m about to continue, but I hear the sound of shuffling and I see she’s scooting off to the side a bit. I look at her questioningly before she uses her head to gesture to the empty spot next to her. I blink in surprise before walking over and sitting next to her.

“You see…” I whisper, trying to keep my voice even. I don’t want to break, not in front of her. “This was made by my best friend… Hell, he was my only friend. It was the last gift he ever got to give me.” I pause to collect my words. “I don’t give a shit if this means this is the only thing you’ll do. This weapon means more to me than anything on this god-damned rock. I just want it fixed.”

The bird’s eyes widen as I watch her face fall, her eyes lowering as guilt washes over her and it isn’t that “guilty because she was caught” bullshit, it is genuine guilt. With one hand she covers her mouth and looks away. I’m surprised at how fast she dropped her rage. I would have thought she would have said something snarky or at least try to hide the guilt, but no. It’s on full display. Her eyes stay low, but they dart around some, the hand covering her mouth going to her arm to play with a small bracelet, a small black braided cord bracelet with two turtles and a blue eye looking stone in the center. Her thumb rubs the stone before she looks me in the eyes. After looking at me, she closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, smoke seeping out. She rubs her eyes as her face hardens and she looks up again, this time, eyes bright with determination.

“Done.”

“Done?” I blurt out in shock. Just… Just like that?

“Done.” She simply repeats. The thoughts in my head stutter and jam as I gawk at her. Surely she has some cruel words to say, something to lash out with to ease her own pain. Use me as a verbal punching bag, anything, but nothing came… Just a single word.

“Th-that’s it?” I balk, blinking my eyes in utter shock. “No sass? No pushback? No jeers? Nothing?” I can’t help but to question her, she looks up at me and tilts her head, I can see a small bit of hurt, but by the way she’s acting, I can tell she understands.

“Why would there be?” Those words come out of her mouth in a tone that is nothing but sincere. I just stare at her, looking like a fucking trout. Then she does something strange. She rolls up her sleeves and holds her hands out where I can see, showing me both the palm and the back of them before holding out her hand. “May I…?” She asks in a feather soft voice. I nod and, though with some hesitation, give her the coil.

“You’re welcome to swing by whenever you like to check on progress or to ask questions.” She murmurs softly as she examines the coil. I just gawk at her as my head is still spinning from the absolute emotional whiplash she gave me.

We sit in silence as the headache of the emotional rigamarole fades into a quiet peace. I watch her study the coil with her eyes and her fingertips. It’s almost amazing to see, I knew what those fingers could do, the claws they hid… I’ve also seen that little Doc Ock display she had going on when she was making that dumbass gun, but seeing it so close… Seeing how feather-like her fingers are as she examines the broken piece, holding it like it’s a precious piece of her grandmother’s china set.

I hate to admit it, but it is… Kinda nice. Nice to sit in silence with somebody else. Even though we have had some volatile history, it’s still… Nice… In the quiet, I remember something.

“Hey Kestrel?” I ask.

“Yeah?”

“Thanks for the save, by the way.”

[kingbob2-0]

i made some art based on an ask I sent @teecupangel awhile ago, about what conduits certain assassins would be in an infamous/assassins creed crossover, and they had some cool ideas that I thought would be interesting to draw

I cannot draw bodies very well (yet) so I did a headshot for each character we discussed, Altair was the first I drew, so he’s the first posted! (Most powers are based off of vibes in my case, as I haven’t played most of the games)

we both figured that glass would be an interesting power for Altair, somewhat flashy and more fragile than concrete, yet SHARP enough to cause some serious damage. The glass itself is based off of the dup concept art for infamous second son, where they used glass instead of concrete.

(I’m gonna post each assassin, one per day, but I don’t know if it’ll be separately or in one post. One post is what I usually do, but.. idk)

[lightconduit-2501]

thinking of conduit powers has got to be one of the best things ever; sucker punch really said have at it when it comes to powers

you can look at virtually anything and imagine a source and drain system; paint? they can chip it off the wall, use it as a liquid? how faceted would it be - spray paint, acrylic, ink?

conduit abilities probably vary by location too…

i could ramble about this series all day

[empireofstarsandsmoke]

Infamous: Second Son- Neon- Screenshots edited