#dishonred

[phosphorescence7991]

Based on a conversation our Dishonored rpg characters had with some Whalers

I personally believe that the only beings Overseers like are Wolfhounds

[andrealacyart]

Saw a screenshot of Alexandria Hypatia from Dishonored 2 the other day on here and I had the overwhelming desire to paint it cuz lighting!!

[kirin-jindosh]

Kirin x Reader short prompt!

A Happy Birthday gift for @askfordoodles!!! 

Note: A bit of OOCness!

This was it.

He’d written three different drafts within the last month. The first had been thirty pages, but he had shortened it to about eleven. He’d paced about the office for the first week reciting it, then he’d spent the next week mumbling lines from it while tinkering. At one point or another, he might have started saying it in his sleep, but he couldn’t really be sure.

And now, here you were in front of him, standing by the balcony overlooking Karnaca. This was one of his favorite spots to go to in his home that wasn’t his office or laboratory and he knew you liked it as well. The sun had just fallen and a purple dusk had enveloped the rooftops of the city. His hand in his pocket squeezes the box to comfort him, reassuring it’s presence.

“I suppose you’ll be staying the night, then? It’s far too late for me to send you away without anyone to accompany you home.”

You send him a wry grin. “This excuse was believable the first couple of times, but it’s beginning to be impressively transparent.”

He acts aloof, gesturing with a hand to the cityscape. “Oh, well, feel free to leave if you really can’t bare to stand another minute here. I’m sure the wholesome citizens of the city will treat you as kindly as I intend to.”

The sound of your laughter always manages to kindle a flame inside him, like applause for a performer. “Allow me to be blunt, then. Didn’t you call me up here for a reason? Or am I remembering incorrectly?”

He feels a twitch of anxiousness as the task at hand becomes more and more imminent. Be a human being. Express emotions. Admit vulnerability.

He loved you dearly and people had been telling him for years that he’d never find anyone to love him back. He believed you did, and so—

“Yes, that’s right.” He clears his throat and looks you in the eye only to find that it was a mistake. His heart clenches as he realizes the spotlight is on him. Usually, he’d adore the attention, but not when he was doing something he had no experience in. You give him a smile and it’s as if someone’s pulled the rug out from beneath him.

The speech, Jindosh! The speech!

He opens his mouth to speak, but no words come out. What was the first line, again? His flawless memory fails him under your gaze. His mind has gone blank and he hears a faint ringing in his ear as his nerves completely take over. Damn you for what you do to him.

He remembers! The gift!

“A-ah, well, never mind all that. I have something for you.” He brushes off the momentary failure, leaving you by the balcony as he enters his room. When he returns, he’s holding a gift wrapped in thin paper.

“It’s not lethal is it? You didn’t make some sort of weaponized—,” you stop abruptly as you finish unwrapping it. You glance up at him questionably.

In your hands is a bird skull, so small and fragile. You laugh and rotate the piece of bone in your hand. “Alright, you’ve at the very least surprised me.”

“I based the clockworks off of the skeletons of birds because the original design was flawed. It took me several tries to get it right.”

“Ah. Curious,” you laugh shakily, sending him a strange look. He inwardly sighs, knowing that he’s botched the evening by forgetting the speech and giving you a such a strange gift.

“You see,” he starts again, “I thought the original clockwork design was perfect, but it needed improvement. It needed time and change. And in a way, you’ve provided a similar sort of improvement in my life that I didn’t know I needed.”

Your face changes from oddly amused to soft in an instant, a smile tugging at your lips. “That was very poetic, you know. Thank you.”

“I’m not finished,” he smirks.

“Oh, you never are.”

He takes this opportunity where you’ve let your guard down to kneel on one knee, his hand sliding into his pocket to produce the little wooden box he’d made specifically for this occasion. You stumble back a step, your breath hitching. “Kirin—,”

“I never thought I’d reach a point in my life where I felt complete, but if you’ll say yes, then I just might get there.”

Sorry this was so late! Happy birthday!! Love you!! :D

[hampop]

so @nerdhygiene made this post and it got me thinking about what Jindosh's powers would be so..

sorry for the horrible quality, I do that when I'm excited

[adskyrim]

 Do some sketch

[adskyrim]

It can be used as a wallpaper(1080*1920)

[aimlessfool]

“- Corvo figured he'd let himself relax, letting his thoughts wander while he warmed himself up. They wandered to the last few days, and how much had happened- anything before those days Corvo would rather not remember. All the blood that had been spilled, most that had been most certainly deserved. Some that seeped into the bathwater, mixing in with the bath salts, that unfortunately wasn't the source of the smell in the bathroom. Or the assassin.

He thought about how much they had been fighting, and how damned good it had felt, and how they had both moved, like clockwork across the cobblestones, as if in a dance. His assassin in the fighting ring, toying with the brute of a man, and slipping up... How he fumed with raw, wild anger after the whale oil explosion, let Corvo check his wounds, trust him.-.”

Things move along in this update c:

https://archiveofourown.org/works/16106174/chapters/38315837

[kyliafanfiction]

lordtye replied to your post: I’m, still also confused as to why Havelock killed...

@kyliafanfiction if their goal was always “seize the throne through Emily” I can def see Martin being like “ok Corvo has to go. We use poison all the time in the Abbey poison him.” Not even a second thought. And then before he kills himself he says how betrayal for their group just became too easy. It’s telling that none of them actually had any trust. Vs the crew in dishonored 2 which did have trust. You don’t see Billie stabbing Sokolov in the middle of the night, lmao

Very true.