1. The Royal Protector and His Vertex in White My attempt at a Sokolov portrait for Corvo and Emily (complete with corny title). It’s a lot harder than it looks, sob. but it was fun! i might do sokolov portraits of some other characters too :> also I painted this all on one layer because i make bad life decisions yet it is still so much easier than traditional painting which i am not getting along with atm

    The Royal Protector and His Vertex in White


    My attempt at a Sokolov portrait for Corvo and Emily (complete with corny title). It’s a lot harder than it looks, sob. but it was fun! i might do sokolov portraits of some other characters too :>

    also I painted this all on one layer because i make bad life decisions yet it is still so much easier than traditional painting which i am not getting along with atm

  2. bookitfanfic: payroo: i was playing the sokolov mission my no-magic run of dishonored - when i was on the part where you can talk to samuel before getting to sokolov’s house, i fled down to hide with him since guards were after my ass. then samuel says, “look out corvo!” “get ‘em!” “let me know if you want me to jump in!” i spent the next hour trying to kite the guards down the broken stairs to try and take samuel up on his offer. sadly, they refused to jump down and corvo was shot to death multiple times while samuel facetiously kept offering to jump in. …but anyway, i very much enjoyed the thought of samuel jumping in to help an injured corvo, so here you go. ((I hope no one’s done this already, but I really liked this idea and a story sort of just wrote itself along with it.)) “Stop him!”  Gunshots rattled through the air as Corvo sprinted to safety, carrying the unconscious body of Sokolov on his shoulder.  A bullet clipped his side, tearing his skin open and causing him to trip forward.  He toppled over the edge, landing heavily on the dock below.  The brunt of the fall was taken on his side, in order to keep Sokolov safe.  Cracking sounds ensured that a few ribs had been broken. Samuel jumped to his feet.  “Get in the boat!”  He ordered, “I’ll hold them off!” Had he been in any other situation, Corvo would have argued that it was his job to take out the guards, not the old boatman’s.  However, in his wounded state, the most he could do was stagger to the boat, lay Sokolov down, and drag himself in after him. From the depths of his patched coat, Samuel retrieved a gun, unmistakably the same type used by the city watch.  The guards were running down the stairs now, swords and pistols drawn.  With a cold calmness, Samuel took aim and fired at the group.  With an agonized shout, a man fell into the water.  Blood blossomed from a hole in his chest. Another shot, another man down.  Two remained: a city watch guard and an officer.  The watch guard moved forward, raising his sword for a devastating blow.  However, he had not realized the officer had just pulled down on the trigger of a gun.  The officer winced as his own man took the bullet, falling to the ground. Samuel tried to fire another shot, only to find the clip empty.  He cursed under his breath.  The gun was used so rarely that he’d often forget to check the ammo. Acting solely on instinct, Samuel moved quickly, trying to close the gap between him and the officer.  The officer was steadying his gun again.  Before he could fire, Samuel grabbed the man’s gun hand and forced it to the side.  He brought the handle of his own gun down his opponent’s skull.  The officer crumpled, unconscious Samuel stared at the bodies lying around as he regained his breath.  “Been a while since I got to do a bit of fighting,” he said, straightening up and brushing his hands off on his coat, “Good thing it’s not something you forget how to do.” Corvo smiled, having watched the battle from the boat.  “I don’t know why the loyalists needed me.  You seem to get the job done just fine.” Samuel shook his head, scratching the back of his neck as he returned to the boat.  “Naw.  You do some pretty fancy stuff I couldn’t even dream of.  I’m just good for a little brawl or two.” Corvo shook his head slightly, still impressed.  “Well, thanks a lot there.  I thought I was going to be left for the rats.  You did some good fighting.” Untying the boat, Samuel raised his head for a somewhat abashed smile.  “Thank you kindly.  Coming from you, sir, that is an honor to hear.” heehee thank you! this was quite a pleasant surprise <3 (the idea of samuel in action is uncomfortably and uncontrollably lust-inducing)

    bookitfanfic:

    payroo:

    i was playing the sokolov mission my no-magic run of dishonored - when i was on the part where you can talk to samuel before getting to sokolov’s house, i fled down to hide with him since guards were after my ass. then samuel says,

    “look out corvo!”

    “get ‘em!”

    “let me know if you want me to jump in!”

    i spent the next hour trying to kite the guards down the broken stairs to try and take samuel up on his offer. sadly, they refused to jump down and corvo was shot to death multiple times while samuel facetiously kept offering to jump in.

    …but anyway, i very much enjoyed the thought of samuel jumping in to help an injured corvo, so here you go.

    ((I hope no one’s done this already, but I really liked this idea and a story sort of just wrote itself along with it.))

    “Stop him!”  Gunshots rattled through the air as Corvo sprinted to safety, carrying the unconscious body of Sokolov on his shoulder.  A bullet clipped his side, tearing his skin open and causing him to trip forward.  He toppled over the edge, landing heavily on the dock below.  The brunt of the fall was taken on his side, in order to keep Sokolov safe.  Cracking sounds ensured that a few ribs had been broken.

    Samuel jumped to his feet.  “Get in the boat!”  He ordered, “I’ll hold them off!”

    Had he been in any other situation, Corvo would have argued that it was his job to take out the guards, not the old boatman’s.  However, in his wounded state, the most he could do was stagger to the boat, lay Sokolov down, and drag himself in after him.

    From the depths of his patched coat, Samuel retrieved a gun, unmistakably the same type used by the city watch.  The guards were running down the stairs now, swords and pistols drawn.  With a cold calmness, Samuel took aim and fired at the group.  With an agonized shout, a man fell into the water.  Blood blossomed from a hole in his chest.

    Another shot, another man down.  Two remained: a city watch guard and an officer.  The watch guard moved forward, raising his sword for a devastating blow.  However, he had not realized the officer had just pulled down on the trigger of a gun.  The officer winced as his own man took the bullet, falling to the ground.

    Samuel tried to fire another shot, only to find the clip empty.  He cursed under his breath.  The gun was used so rarely that he’d often forget to check the ammo.

    Acting solely on instinct, Samuel moved quickly, trying to close the gap between him and the officer.  The officer was steadying his gun again.  Before he could fire, Samuel grabbed the man’s gun hand and forced it to the side.  He brought the handle of his own gun down his opponent’s skull.  The officer crumpled, unconscious

    Samuel stared at the bodies lying around as he regained his breath.  “Been a while since I got to do a bit of fighting,” he said, straightening up and brushing his hands off on his coat, “Good thing it’s not something you forget how to do.”

    Corvo smiled, having watched the battle from the boat.  “I don’t know why the loyalists needed me.  You seem to get the job done just fine.”

    Samuel shook his head, scratching the back of his neck as he returned to the boat.  “Naw.  You do some pretty fancy stuff I couldn’t even dream of.  I’m just good for a little brawl or two.”

    Corvo shook his head slightly, still impressed.  “Well, thanks a lot there.  I thought I was going to be left for the rats.  You did some good fighting.”

    Untying the boat, Samuel raised his head for a somewhat abashed smile.  “Thank you kindly.  Coming from you, sir, that is an honor to hear.”

    heehee thank you! this was quite a pleasant surprise <3

    (the idea of samuel in action is uncomfortably and uncontrollably lust-inducing)

  3. i was playing the sokolov mission my no-magic run of dishonored - when i was on the part where you can talk to samuel before getting to sokolov&#8217;s house, i fled down to hide with him since guards were after my ass. then samuel says, &#8220;look out corvo!&#8221; &#8220;get &#8216;em!&#8221; &#8220;let me know if you want me to jump in!&#8221; i spent the next hour trying to kite the guards down the broken stairs to try and take samuel up on his offer. sadly, they refused to jump down and corvo was shot to death multiple times while samuel facetiously kept offering to jump in. &#8230;but anyway, i very much enjoyed the thought of samuel jumping in to help an injured corvo, so here you go.

    i was playing the sokolov mission my no-magic run of dishonored - when i was on the part where you can talk to samuel before getting to sokolov’s house, i fled down to hide with him since guards were after my ass. then samuel says,

    “look out corvo!”

    “get ‘em!”

    “let me know if you want me to jump in!”

    i spent the next hour trying to kite the guards down the broken stairs to try and take samuel up on his offer. sadly, they refused to jump down and corvo was shot to death multiple times while samuel facetiously kept offering to jump in.

    …but anyway, i very much enjoyed the thought of samuel jumping in to help an injured corvo, so here you go.

  4. movcelestial-requiem: “Hey, you know what would be cool? Putting ten times the amount of detail into this than you originally planned!” “Wow, brain! That’s a great idea! No it isn’t.” This was just going to be some crappy doodle but Corvo demanded better and then he started dancing/singing along to my music and all of my sanity just vanished. And I’m probably the only one who thought it was funny when Rythian ate basically all the food at the Boyles’ party… oh my outsider&#8217;s eyes

    movcelestial-requiem:

    “Hey, you know what would be cool? Putting ten times the amount of detail into this than you originally planned!”

    “Wow, brain! That’s a great idea! No it isn’t.”

    This was just going to be some crappy doodle but Corvo demanded better and then he started dancing/singing along to my music and all of my sanity just vanished. And I’m probably the only one who thought it was funny when Rythian ate basically all the food at the Boyles’ party…

    oh my outsider’s eyes

  5. I DON&#8217;T CARE IF I&#8217;M THE ONLY ONE I WILL SHIP IT INTO THE VOID THE VOID I SAY the thing about self indulgence is that it&#8217;s really fun oh my god i have become a parody of myself

    I DON’T CARE IF I’M THE ONLY ONE I WILL SHIP IT INTO THE VOID

    THE VOID I SAY

    the thing about self indulgence is that it’s really fun

    oh my god i have become a parody of myself

  6. … so I wrote a Thing for the dishonored kinkmeme.

    men of honor (Geoff Curnow/Corvo Attano)

    on the kmeme and on AO3.

    Summary:

    They had said the Royal Protector was a traitor, a foreign-born bastard who had just been looking for the first chance to stab the fair empress in the back, but that wasn’t the man Geoff had traveled with for six months, had longer still seen standing silent and steady behind the throne.

    Geoff thinks back to his voyage around the Isles with the Lord Protector as he prepares to face High Overseer Campbell.

  7. &#8230;so i drew something for the dishonored kinkmeme

    …so i drew something for the dishonored kinkmeme

  8. &#8220;He has many scars. Some from the phlegm of the river krusts, some from the nameless monsters of the deeper ocean.&#8221; i wasn&#8217;t kidding when i said i have a samuel problem and now i have drawn everyone&#8217;s favorite boatman grandpa naked, wrinkly knees and all my only regret is that i have no regrets

    “He has many scars. Some from the phlegm of the river krusts, some from the nameless monsters of the deeper ocean.”

    i wasn’t kidding when i said i have a samuel problem

    and now i have drawn everyone’s favorite boatman grandpa naked, wrinkly knees and all

    my only regret is that i have no regrets

  9. loyalist tea party! because in one of callista&#8217;s audiographs about emily she talks about how emily asks for a tea party, but they don&#8217;t have the proper settings so they just make do with paper. i have not drawn such a big ensemble picture like, ever, because they are a pain. but probably good for me to force myself to make a composition instead of just drawing butts or whatever

    loyalist tea party!

    because in one of callista’s audiographs about emily she talks about how emily asks for a tea party, but they don’t have the proper settings so they just make do with paper.

    i have not drawn such a big ensemble picture like, ever, because they are a pain. but probably good for me to force myself to make a composition instead of just drawing butts or whatever

  10. i imagine samuel gives the best hugs. and corvo is definitely in need of a good hug, even on low chaos (i just finished my ghost/clean hands achievements, ha!) this is my blog, i can draw self-indulgent nonsense if i want to ;_;

    i imagine samuel gives the best hugs. and corvo is definitely in need of a good hug, even on low chaos (i just finished my ghost/clean hands achievements, ha!)

    this is my blog, i can draw self-indulgent nonsense if i want to ;_;

  11. corvo says a last goodbye

    corvo says a last goodbye

  12. yeah, i kind of ship it or should i say boat it &#8230; (i&#8217;m sorry for that, it won&#8217;t happen again)

    yeah, i kind of ship it

    or should i say

    boat it

    …

    (i’m sorry for that, it won’t happen again)