a man, a plan, and an aerosol can

oh my god, there's a bio-terrorist! He's so threatening and stunningly handsome! I CAN'T CONTROL MYSELF! indie delsin rowe rp blog (private && selective; low activity ) mun && muse is +18 random starters / starter memes for you icons by dawnicons

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             ❝ —anyone can out tag bannerman, d. give it up !                     ‘ve been practicin’ ❞   

“Oh yeah ?” Delsin huffed, a little smirk on his face. “I’ll believe it when I see it.”

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___// RANDOM HEADCANONS

Delsin has tagged a huge city block with a giant neon dick, best seen from the Space Needle.

(But he still doesn’t really know how to uh... make it permanent. Still needs practice, yo.)

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also just as a quick FYI / PSA for everyone, both new and old followers

Delsin is my low priority blog ;; if I’m not on here, which will be most of the time, you can find me on @criimsoncloud , my V muse from DMC.

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Eye brow wiggles

He cocks an eyebrow in reply. Excuse me, if y’all got something to say, better say it to his face - don’t be a creep, wigglin’ your face-caterpillars at him like that from the window--

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___// RANDOM HEADCANONS

Delsin’s parents were killed in a car accident when he and Reg were younger, and spent the rest of their childhood in foster care, but still within the Akomish tribe

The red beanie is a memento of his parents - was a Christmas gift from them before they died. The original is now too small, but it still is in his room to this day - he just buys replacements and now considers it a ‘character item’.

Delsin is pretty well read, despite being a high school dropout.

Delsin is the epitome of stealth. Epitome. 

His playlist is a mix of punk rock, jazz, metal, and some classical thrown in as well. He’s also the type to prefer headphones over earbuds.

Hums and sings along to his songs when tagging.

Picked up parkour so he could get away from Reg’s prying eye.

This convo happens repeatedly in the Rowe household: “Delsin, no.” “You mean, ‘Delsin, yes.’”

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"--well well, if it a'int bannerman. back t' save Seattle from itself, ay D?"

“Well howdy - ho to you too, Fetch– What’s Seattle without their local homeboy makin’ sure shit doesn’t go down again?” He snickered, before dropping his face. “Wait, haven’t we like... moved past the whole ‘Bannerman’ thing - I mean, c’mon! There’s better superhero names than just ‘Bannerman’.“ As he spoke, he raised his hands, miming out those quotations.

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“Some people can be goddamn fucking scary, y’know? I wasn’t even a day in Seattle, when this crazy lady comes up to me and tells me that she has already tattooed my name on her ass. Her ass. Like, that’s so dope that she tattooed my name on her, ‘cause that shit’s forever - I should know. But still. On her ass. Think of it– every time she goes to the toilet. My name is smeared in shit. Or piss. Or piss and shit.”

“And then a few days later, more chicks come up to me with my name on their ass. Seriously, that’s fucked up.”

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❝ Hi, you have reached the D.U.P. help line, do you have a bio-terrorist incident to report? ❞

Uh, there’s been a d i s t u r b a n c e nearby, by a rather handsome bio-terrorist, he decided to vandalize your billboard.

                            ❝ Please hold and stay where you are, we are sending D.U.P. troops to neutralize the threat. ❞

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tag dump 2.0 bitches--

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 ... - peeks in here and starts to clean things cuz ya boi may be back-

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The bridge of his nose remained very firmly pinched until the flame calling out to him was well and truly snuffed. The loss was a disappointing one (he kind of needed to recharge after all the action he’d seen today…), but the situation was what it was. He couldn’t risk outing himself. Not even to someone as harmless as Delsin who - on the surface at least - seemed to be quietly, tentatively, invested in the wellbeing of Conduits. He certainly hadn’t been spouting any of that D.U.P patented bullshit in the limited time they’d been sharing this space until now. But that didn’t really mean much. People lied all the time. And he was a stellar example of that, most of the information pertaining to himself he’d fed Delsin being various degrees of fake.

A few beats of silence passed following the pillow comment before K’ finally removed his hand from his face. Piercing blue eyes - the shade an ironically icy one, considering his powers - bored into his roommate. If looks could kill, Delsin would be spontaneously combusting under his glare. In all honesty, he wished he really could just set this idiot on fire and be done with it. But that would be counterproductive to his goal of laying low during his search for answers. Not to mention keeping up with the rent would be significantly more difficult…

The glare relented with the closing of his eyes, paired with another irritated exhale through his nose.

“… Better the pillow than the whole damn room, I guess,” he begrudgingly conceded after a hefty silence. Both hands found their way into pockets, his slouch against the counter deepening some. A brow arched. “But just what the hell did you do to that laptop? Overload it with porn or something?” 

With the constant deadpan expression on his face and lack of any deiscernable emotion in his voice, it was difficult to tell if that was an attempt at a joke or if he seriously thought Delsin had blown up the computer with too much explicit content. 

"Wuh... would ya believe I was just trying to google something?" Hm, maybe he should have just went with the porn excuse K' conveniently gave him. It made more sense than him crying over the fact that snakes don't have legs, and then accidentally setting off a spark in the laptop in the middle of searching why. (Those poor, poor snakes...) Delsin wasn't the most tech savvy person out there, granted, but surely there was a virus that could spontaneously combust computers..

Right?

Right?

Well, since there was no point hiding his stupid, post-alcohol fuck up, Delsin picked up the broken laptop, tossing it unceremoniously on the cheap coffee table. Bits of smoke still oozed from the shell, though it probably wasn't going to cause a house fire any time soon anymore. "Pro-tip, K', my man - don't use electronics while drunk AF. Not that I'm drunk right now, I swear-- hungover, yes. Though I guess No Nut November's now gonna be in full force until I get a new one..." He shrugged helplessly at the piece of junk. 

Delsin turned to his roommate, a bit of a sheepish look on his face, but otherwise unfazed by K's frostiness. "So, uh... I'm starving now," he began, all while adjusting his outfit that became disheveled during his freak out. “Gonna go and grab a bite to eat since there’s nothing left--” And that was totally his fault, not gonna even attempt lying. “So if ya wanna come with, consider this my open invite.” Despite the invite, he wasn’t all to sure K’ would be up for that - that dude just got home after all, and usually, Delsin didn’t really interact with K’ outside of the apartment... mainly since he was busy being a humongous pain in the DUP’s gigantic ass and all.

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Now the smoke bomb… he wasn’t really expecting that…. Moving a hand over his mouth he shut his eyes as he listened to the other dash by. Where he headed he wasn’t fully sure, but at least now he knew of another trick of his.

Just more things to learn to be careful of in the end…

As the smoke finally started to clear he glanced around before spotting the message the other left for him. “…. How thoughtful of him~” Smirking his gaze lowered to the ground as something else was left behind.

“And maybe a bit clumsy…” Snickering to himself he picked the wallet up to check the contents before placing it into his pocket. “Well let’s see how to catch up to him…”

Walking to the edge of the building he looked to the direction the arrow pointed towards. Quite the distance it seemed as well as a no longer useful neon sign. “Power absorption…? Hmm…. I should get those questions answered in time.” Turning around he walked away from the end of the building… Before running back at full speed to jump off.

He had long since stopped caring on the possible risks on such actions…. After all, he wasn’t exactly a normal Elympion anymore. When was he normal? After all that world was….

The black mist only seemed to grow thicker this time around, managing to keep up with the pursuing cop as he made his way in the direction the other was in. Even then he felt he had to be careful… He always felt more aggressive when the catalyst was taking part in activities.

It was always such a thrill for Delsin to move at high speeds on the rooftops of Trigleph - whether through running, or even flight whenever he used those wicked ass wings granted by his video powers. (No diss on the speed of neon, nor the propulsion of his smoke powers, but fucking wings, man - what could beat genuine wings?)

The Conduit took a quick glance behind him, trying to see if the cop was still on his tail. (It probably wasn’t that hard to follow him - the downside of the whole neon super speed was the fact that it left a rather noticeable after image. Also, the fact that those stupid DUPs could never follow him when he was neon completely baffled him.) Delsin squinted. Another smoke Conduit, maybe? Well, if it wasn’t some freaky alien-Rieze Maxian juju happening there... The cop wasn’t too far behind though - a pretty good distance, but ho mama, that cop was sure speedy.

Lets see if Fetch’s ace sniper lessons did Delsin any good...

Abruptly during mid-leap, Delsin twisted his body around to spin, arms going up and blindly shooting a laser in the vague direction of the cop. “C’mon, 360 no-scope--!” Landing on another rooftop, the Conduit stopped, turning around to see if he managed to properly aim for the cop’s legs to trip him up.

Probably a stupid move, to be honest, but hey, Delsin wanted to make sure he didn’t accidentally kill the guy.

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In a world that cheated me…                                Why should I play fair?

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Send me ‘Road Trip!’ for our muses to be travelling a long road ( with a car / bus / van / motorcycle ) together!

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ALTERED  REALITY  SENTENCE  STARTERS  PT III

send one in for a starter based on it. ( source: x )

seeing “open” signs when its really foggy and cloudy

being in a train that was crowded when you got in and now its quiet, looking at the seats knowing that there were people sitting there moments ago and now they’re gone

hiking trails that have nobody on them

being alone in an elevator for a few minutes

looking down at the forest when you’re standing somewhere high and seeing the top of the trees with fog lingering over them

the ferry about to take off in the middle of the night

tree houses

empty seats on the late night train

4-6 am on a winter morning

the clouds/damp coming out of your mouth when its really cold in the morning

stepping out on an unfamiliar metro/train stop

greenhouses that have been left to grow alone

cemeteries in the middle of fields

biking/walking on the main road when its dark without cars

swamps with fog

hotel corridors in the middle of the night

anywhere where you can hear a train whistle in the distance but you can’t see it or know just how far away it is

foggy mornings in a meadow

that flickering streetlight

working offices at midnight

abandoned amusement parks

mirrors in an airplane bathroom

being alone in a church

empty hotel lobbies

hearing trains off in the distance especially at night

snow falling down in general

being in a place thats supposed to have a lot of people but it doesn’t

long, dark hallways

the middle of a park when its snowing

playgrounds at night

work/school when you’re snowed in

caves

a field of power lines

being in a forest where there are train tracks not knowing if the train may even ever approach

bonfires

being in a different room than everyone else at a party

the woods on a night with a full moon

empty stables

empty metro stations that are usually crowded

gas stations on long mountain roads

the old part of a city when you’re the only one in the street

stadiums when a game or concert is over

entering a building with a really high ceiling

moonlight, anywhere

empty tennis or baseball courts with limited lightning

times when you are transitioning from one phase to another

lodges in the snow

frozen water in the winter

a little lake in the middle of the forest

campus during summer

family gatherings

construction site after works have gone home

leaving a tent at midnight

lonely swings

overgrown fields

from twilight to dusk

farmland that’s covered in the morning fog

suburban neighborhoods filled with tension and wind before a large summer thunderstorm

being at an abandoned place knowing that years ago at that exact same moment there were people

the feeling of being chased by someone/something

knowing you’re not alone in a certain place like a forest

part i  /  part ii