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Dishonored 2 Key Art
Emily Kaldwin - Dishonored 2
messy sketches in the morning
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"Have you seen Mrs. Pilsen around, by any chance?" fingers twist and she frowns as she looks to the other.
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corvo
“Hey, no getting too cocky now. I only said better,” he chuckles. He wrenches the first blade from the wood it’s lodged in, and steps back slightly. “Again.”
“It’s simply the truth.” More laughter and she nods, resuming her previous stance. A final twirl of the blade and she stares at the target sharply. Inhale -- the blade goes up. Exhale -- and the blade is whipped toward its target. “How was that one?”
* emilyoftheisles.
“…”
“Your aim’s getting better.”
She grins and twirls a second blade from one hand to another. "Must be in my blood.” Emily laughs, eyes twinkling.
baby Emily all grown up, killing people and stuff
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It is a grey day, one where the sun barely peeks past dark clouds, thick with the threat of rain, yet Emily still sits on her balcony’s edge, Mrs. Pilsen secure in her lap as she takes in the view, mind a million miles away as it so often was during quiet moments such as this. It is only when there’s a great flash in the sky that she startles, just barely maintaining her grip onto the banister as she looks to the sky above her for rain only to spot it -- this tear in the sky of light that only seems to widen as if being pulled apart (there are hands, she sees hands). She scrambles off the edge onto the balcony and quickly searches for her sword (one gifted to her by Corvo for play -- but whatever that was didn’t need to know that). “What are you!” she calls out.
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Going to be working on opens in the meantime (bc i need to dive into multiple drafts rip) hmu if u wanna plot or just tag me in a thing if that is ur heart’s wish.
this is my to-do list for like twenty fckn blogs but:
ICONS??? Get to it. will ibother with a face for emily??? probably???? will it be easy??? heeeeeeell no
VERSES (Orlesian nobility, figure out?? Modern stuff!!!!!! maybe other verses;;; like when u finally read lotr and also asoiaf....) Fix/redo tag system/nav fml