“We’ve come a long way.”
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finishing the knife of dunwall on low chaos only made me fall harder for billie lurk *_* it does not help that i keep hearing billie jean in my head and associating it with her
another lumpy left hand drawing. i will beat this weak hand into submission eventually…
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I finished my first (high chaos) run of the dlc! and i had to draw my new wife billie lurk, the babeliest babe to ever babe
i had to draw this with my left hand since my right is still all de quervain’ed out… funnily enough, painting with the off hand is easier than writing with it, probably since i can go and nudge around my sad wobbly shapes into some semblance of what i want them to look like
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Wait is she Daud’s second in command?
omg as much as i love dishonored it has been white as hell so far
please don’t screw up please don’t screw up pleaseeeee
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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
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a reminder to the dishonored tag!
i highly suspect that the underage porn was all posted by the same person, since a while ago i clicked ignore (the somewhat invisible button that appears left of the note count on posts) and i have been unplagued ever since.
but yes, the ignore button is a thing of beauty when tracking tags.
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I.
Cecelia has a brother. He is a bright thing, a noisy, brave child with a smile like the sun coming up. His hair is copper and his eyes are bluer than the sky, and she is his favourite person in the whole wide world. She teaches him his numbers and the Strictures, and the old songs their mother loves, and he makes up new songs just for her. Each evening when she comes home from the factory – her back aching, her hands chapped, her cheeks still stinging from the slaps she receives when she is slower or clumsier than the other girls – he runs down the tenement stairs on fat little toddler legs and wraps his arms around her in greeting. That, she thinks, is what makes each day bearable.
So it is with a glad heart that Cecelia cares for him now that their mother is too ill for a young boy’s games. She has been ill for a very long time; a wasting disease that has left her a silent, frail shadow. Cecelia washes her and changes her sheets and feeds her twice a day and knows that none of it is enough. But she speaks cheerfully about her work and tells them stories in which she is clever and strong, and every word is a prayer that her stories will come true.
all the cecelia feels
ALLOFTHEM
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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)
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“Oh, the Void has plans for you.”
This was fun! I might do more. Animating things is a new experience.BY THE OUTSIDER’S EYES
perfection
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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.
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dishonored lighting appreciation post
contre-jour
CONTRE-JOUR!!!
it destroys me that the high setting for object textures is not in fact very high at all
(to my followers that do not play this game, i am so sorry)
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“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
