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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63090883

(tapetum lucidum) part i

A Vampire!AU

Summary: In every universe, Kirin Jindosh neglects to eat. As a vampire, this has much more problematic consequences.

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The entire reason he ever submitted to being turned in the first place...was the allure of a body that he need not concern himself with maintaining.

No hunger. No thirst. No breath, no sweat, nor odorous waste of kidney and bowel. No seed to spill. No tiresome need for sleep.

Comparatively, the constant bloodlust is manageable... It is not a survival drive, just a furious itch in the back of the mind.

But Kirin prides himself on his mental fortitude, on his ability to well and truly ignore it and focus on other things. It is nothing to him to quell the urge; the lack of restraint from the others of his coven is truly bemusing.

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Truth asserts itself swiftly.

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'tongues + clams' by e.v. day

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https://archiveofourown.org/works/63090883

(tapetum lucidum) part i

A Vampire!AU

Summary: In every universe, Kirin Jindosh neglects to eat. As a vampire, this has much more problematic consequences.

Excerpt Below ~

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The entire reason he ever submitted to being turned in the first place...was the allure of a body that he need not concern himself with maintaining.

No hunger. No thirst. No breath, no sweat, nor odorous waste of kidney and bowel. No seed to spill. No tiresome need for sleep.

Comparatively, the constant bloodlust is manageable... It is not a survival drive, just a furious itch in the back of the mind.

But Kirin prides himself on his mental fortitude, on his ability to well and truly ignore it and focus on other things. It is nothing to him to quell the urge; the lack of restraint from the others of his coven is truly bemusing.

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Truth asserts itself swiftly.

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🎊 WIP Wednesday 🎊

tagged by @d-esmond to share a wip (thank you!! 💖💖💖) learning to not be a weenie and conquer my fear of writing for realsies 🫶

tagging (no pressure, of course 💕🐛): @coruscas ; @carrionsflower ; @jennystahl ; @sangre @andruail ; @newbordeaux ; @selkymaiden ; @tea-me-and-salt ; @fashionablyfyrdraaca ; @kibellah ; @queennymeria @fingermaiden

Cindy-Lou breathed deeply and said, “Mr. House prefers appointments be made months in advance. But…” She chewed her bottom lip. “A potential partnership with Robco would be of great value to the company. ”

“Naturally”, the man replied, seemingly checked out of the conversation entirely.

Cindy-Lou wanted to reach across her desk and spit on his face. But instead, she laughed politely, tucking a stubborn loose blonde strand behind her ear. Shoulders relaxed. Magazine catalog smile perfected. The image of sheer professionalism.

“Before we proceed I will need to cover a few things. Safety is our highest priority and we want to ensure your visit remains as such. I am sure you have been acquainted with the various Mr. Handy’s around.”

The man quirked an inquisitive brow, his dark gaze fixed on her in a manner that felt all too familiar.

She continued, “Please refrain from any and all forms of eye contact—direct or otherwise. My suggestion? Cover your eyes upon entering and face the opposite wall—“

The man hid his smirk with a slight turn of his head. “A few cards short of a deck it seems” He turned to face her now completely, a subtle glint of amusement flickered in his eyes as he watched her expression harden.

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✨️ WIP Wednesday ✨️

Tagged by @tea-me-and-salt, thank you!

I have Dishonored brainrot, so that's really all in the WIP drawer right now. Let's see, this is from a small piece about nonlethal Kirin and Lucia's friendship. There's no textual basis for any of this, but that's where fun starts.

The woman from the Miners’ Family Committee places a handful of marbles in front of him—small and slippery like gelatinous fish eggs, secretively laid in the crooks and crevices of the bay, among the churning, turning silk ribbons of seaweed.

Taking a marble into his hand, he marvels at its interior, rotating the tiny sphere until it spears the light in a single,  sharp refraction. 

(Click, click, clack, as the lens come into focus. Another tightening of the screw as he shifts the lens over by a slight hair’s width, carefully so as to not impede transmission.)

The marble spins wildly, clattering to the floor as he’d forgotten he was holding it. He’s created a maelstrom without meaning to, perhaps even, he fears, without meaning. The marble smashes into the others, sending them into their own tailspins, unconscious chaos spreading across the floor.

He has not meant to do this. He has done something terrible. He needs to be quiet, though he can’t remember why; he needs to be quiet and unobtrusive. 

The woman from the Miners’ Family Committee glances up from her papers, pen in hand. 

Hypatia crouches near him (where has she come from?). “Why don’t you sort them for me?” she asks, rolling one marble off the side. “Is there another one that goes here?” she prompts after a moment. 

(“Don’t you know it?”) 

“What about this one?” Hypatia asks, escorting a marble across the floor with her fingertip. “I bet there’s another one that can go here. Let’s find it together.” 

Which other one? 

He scans the little group: blue, she must mean blue. Oh, he needs to get this right so she doesn’t laugh at him! Orange, green, red, red, yellow—

He stares at the scattered marbles. He was looking for something here, but it’s gone now, evaporated when he wasn’t looking.

There’s always something missing now.

He’s too ashamed of himself now to meet Hypatia’s gaze, too afraid that he might see mirth on it, confirmation that he was never half as clever as he’d wanted to be.

“Let’s look together,” Hypatia adds gently, but he turns away from her. His head has been stuffed full of gauze and sawdust when he wasn’t looking.  

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ooooh my goddd 😵‍💫

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Melanocetus johnsonii specimen found 2 km off the coast of Tenerife while a group of researchers were observing pelagic sharks. It is currently unknown why the specimen was so close to the surface, being that anglerfish normally live in the bathypelagic and mesopelagic zones (200-2000 meters deep)

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Marcel Balleroy (French)

Nude 

charcoal on paper

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Book design for Mary Shelley’s Frankenstein (Or The Modern Prometheus) by Tobias Wenig at Lubok Books. 

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✨️ WIP Wednesday ✨️

Weeeee!! Thanks for the tag @50sjello 💖 (I was thrilled to read your snippet, and I cannot wait to see more, for Fallout or other stuff! Writing is hard and nervewracking to share, so yay!!!)

idk if this is just a writing wip meme or just a general "all art" wip meme, so I have not discriminated between tagging the writers and artists I know

(anyone who sees this who I haven't tagged and wants to share their wip, I would love to get tagged to see your work!)

@jordanflooredin @outsidershrine @krowfaced @sundiessoon @thaliatimsh @yourfavouritedoll

I have a few WIPs on the go, but the next one I want to publish is the lil vampire au piece for Dishonored ~

(tapetum lucidum)

[Elize] has been laid up for some time, insensible to the number of passing hours - days? - and tended to most carefully by the dread inventor's "soulless" automatons. They alone have nursed her on broth and strong, iron-tasting water. They have helped her rise, washed her and assisted her with relieving herself, with rote precision.

She has wandered through it in fugue, miraculously returned from the cusp of death. Her only presense of mind is to ensure her belt is resecured, and that she has fresh cloths to layer beneath the teeth.

She has not seen the master of the house himself since she foolishly permitted him to nearly kill her, and her thoughts drift to the first contract made between them - before even the feedings began - which allows her to exist in his house safely at all.

The ceilings and windows of glass are all lined with lead, everywhere sparsely lit by lanterns; only her own needs prompted that small change. The rooms shift around on clockwork schedule, mechanical, decomposer insect-like industry within the silent unmoving corpse of the white-stone manse. Spaces become dangerous to occupy sometimes. Others become impossible to access, or escape. At worst, she might be effortlessly crushed between the walls if she does not abide to the schedule, to the employment agreement worked out with him. She knows by heart where she is permitted, where she is forbidden, and the hours of change.

At the start of their acquaintance, he had suggested he might hunt her for sport should he ever find her where she shouldn't be at certain times. Just something to keep her on her toes. He hasn't made such comments for a long time, but...were such things truly jests?

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Source details and larger version.

Archival advertisements reveal the trends of their time: here’s my collection of vintage ads.

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actually, on the topic of sokolov where jindosh x elize is concerned:

i'm not sure how feasible it is given the royal physician's fame and the fact that elize tends to keep up to date on things in the newspapers, but i do like to think about elize finally asking her employer who the painting behind his desk is supposed to be and when he irritably name-drops without a title or added context she drops a mini bomb like "am i supposed to know who that is?"

and it breaks jindosh's brain a little bit because hello?? sokolov? anton sokolov?? royal physician? head of the academy of natural philosophy?? household name? widely regarded as the most brilliant man in the empire-

elize, like she doesn't know exactly what she's doing: "oh, I thought the most brilliant man was you, sir" 😊

jindosh, suddenly so flustered his brain switches to auto-dickhead mode: "is it nice under that rock of ignorance where you live?"

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hiii 💖🫶🌝

for the courtesan au:

what would jindosh make of elize in their potential encounter ? similarly and most importantly, what would elize make of this young man? 👀

"Welcome stranger, I'm Kirin Jindosh, and this is my wife Elize, and her wife Lucila."

jdwjwgjfjfjejewk just kidding

naomi!! 🥰 now is the time to tell me if you're clairvoyant. the way I was just considering making posts about courtesan!au jindosh because he is gnawing on my brain today. a familiar beast but different, as per his circumstances!

first, math! let's say he's 40 in dh2, this puts him between 23-26 in this nebulous time period surrounding the rat plague (from first whispers in 1835 to a cure in 1838) where this narrative takes place. god, what an age. idk about you, but i was not emotionally stable in my mid-twenties as a college dropout. the only thing this jindosh has been chewing on since he was 18 is the humiliation of his expulsion and every consequent humiliation since; such as having to practically beg for boiler-room work miles below his skill level because, with much closer proximity to the academy and his publicized scandal, he can't just lie about official accreditation he does not have (they'll check); such as having to live in a shitty little apartment in a tenement building with one nasty shared bathroom, maybe even with joplin as a roommate after his old professor also gets tossed from the academy; such as having to dodge the overseers and the bottle street gang who are all looking (as separate entities, they haven't teamed up) for the culprit responsible for dissecting people and jacking their organs around dunwall, when all jindosh wants to do is continue the research his expulsion interrupted 🙄

(see, my personal headcanon for og jindosh - set up in karnaca with his mansion and not-sugardaddy abele funding him, etc. - is that upon getting ✨️Expelled and Deported✨️ he did a spite-jaunt around the isles instead of immediately going home to serkonos in disgrace - accounting for the fact that there's something like 7/8 years between his expulsion and the invention of the silvergraph iirc. at the time he hated it, thought his life was over etc., but ultimately it was good for him because he was forced to basically say "well fuck the academy accreditation, fuck the seat of the empire, I'll make my mark on history without their endorsement" and mostly move on to productive pursuits even if he still harbours the hatred and resentment for years afterwards)

but to be expelled, yet not deported?? he's close to the academy, close to the empire's seat of power, and close enough to repeatedly appeal to overturn the decision that ruined his life (a lonely, quiet, genius teenager removed from the one place he probably thought would understand and accept him no matter what, unlike mum or bastard brother?? he's rattling the gates of the academy like "let me back iiiiin"). you think he's obsessive over sokolov in canon?? hooooo buddy. the veneer of sane on this young man is very, very thin. palpable feral energy right behind his dead-eyed stare. he makes people downright uncomfortable to be around him for too long

all this to say courtesan!au jindosh is a bitter, rude little boilerman bitch with a side order of serial killer who shows up at the golden cat once or twice a month to make sure everything's running smoothly with the steam room 😌 (he might also be doing maintenance on that chair he and joplin built, if his blood pressure doesn't make it impossible)

oh, elize? the whore who comes to pester him every visit by looking over his shoulder at what he's doing and asking questions? well, unlike the first few that came sniffing around, this one hasn't tried to grab his cock apropos of nothing, so she's probably not the madam's latest attempt to get him to take his payment for his work in sex rather than the coin he demands (needs), but maybe she's more clever and just biding her time. well, if she gropes him she's getting a slap and told to fuck off (like the rest), but until then it is rather nice to have a sympathetic ear listen while he rants about the old goat's metaphorical boot on his neck...and it is rather nice to glance up at her mid-explanation of some dry subject to see her absolutely fixated on what he's saying instead of tuning him out...and huh, aren't those eyes really quite something... and come to think of it, would it truly be terrible if she did try to grope him? (cue his endless cycle of "hang on, does she like me?" "fool, she's a whore, obviously not")

as for what elize thinks of him? *prolonged evil cackling* oh that's her and lu's golden ticket out of here baybeeeee. 😎 she was hoping for a chemist and a whole natural philosopher has just tumbled into her lap, talking about mechanical and electrical marvels that sound like acts of a non-existent god. who cares if he's disgraced and mildly unstable and has so much pent-up stress and rage and misery it's a shocker he hasn't just popped?? that's perfect! if she can't sway him with gratuitous oral sex then she's gonna give him sokolov on a silver platter, just so long as jindosh builds her a lethal taser and secures her passage for two on a ship to serkonos. 😈

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Anaïs Nin, The Diary of Anaïs Nin, 1931–1934