#Dishonored 1

[purrgiri]

I mean in the real world we have video games about the world wars so it's not that surprising

Heck it's even more likely considering the more mystic elements of corvo legend i wouldn't be surprised if he's one of those historical figures that people either believe didn't actually exist or his story has been heavily exaggerated

So as we all know by now Deathloop is in the same world as Dishonored right?

And in Deathloop we see an arcade that has a game about Dishonored 1’s plot. So, does that mean people learned about Corvo’s tragedy in the game and decided to make money off of it?

Wow.

Kind of like the Stab movies in the Scream world.

[williamverse]

Posting this little sketch of Corvo now so I wake up to like 19292029292992922 notes tomorrow

[boredguitarfish]

DH1 Corvo give me this intense sad wet dog energy

[leona-florianova]

Billie Lurk commission

[albrakia]

[st4rdust-machiine]

A piece I did for the @10yearsofdishonoredzine 🎭

Leftover sale is now live !

[oh-frick-its-cinnamon]

having thoughts about two tired fathers and their mischievous and bright daughters... Emily and Jinx would be good friends I think, and their fathers would never know peace again, lord help them.

[graedari]

what if i went to the aquarium with @radjerda a lot and then made an entire Dishonored AU around an aquarium that then became an entire modern AU? :)

[treaversalley]

she did her best in a world that is not kind to little girls or empresses.

[nadiauddincrafts]

◇ The Black-Eyed God ◇

Fanart of the Outsider from the game Dishonored. Inspired by the art of Anne Magill.

[wavyanarch]

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[a-driftamongopenstars]

heretic; dishonored fic; corvosider;

i got a dishonored bug again omg. i've been thinking about how Corvo has to hide the mark after DH1, so here is a fic to explore that thought. corvosider ensues, of course, have you met me :) read on ao3

The days that follow up Emily’s restoration to the throne are a whirlwind. There is barely a moment to close eyes or to indulge in a drink and food in a way that a body remembers. Corvo’s entire focus is on keeping his daughter, his Empress, safe.

Only countless days later does he have a chance to step behind his chambers’ door, closing it tight, turning the lock and breathing out.

The room is pleasantly dark, only the moon peeking through the window curtains, casting peculiar shadows against the paneled walls and oil-brushed paintings. The sounds of the Tower are quiet as the staff and the imperial inhabitants all go to sleep. All but Corvo.

For a moment, the weight of duty falls off his shoulder as he takes off his waistcoat. 

He stands in front of a water basin, filled with cool water. He unwinds the concealing fabric from his hands and drops it to the floor. In the dark, his truth is revealed, and the water ripples with a reflection of a terrible dark mark on his left hand.

If only the Overseers saw him. As he stands watch beside Emily in the small Tower Chapel, as they recite the strictures and burn their censers, they don’t know how deep the roots of the Void go in the very heart of the Empire. They cannot know that it was that power which saved them all. They cannot know the liaison between the Lord Protector and the most hated figure within the Abbey of the Everyman’s teachings.

Corvo moves his fingers through the water, cupping it to splash it against his face. When he looks back into the basin, he thinks he sees a familiar face, one that has been in his dreams and the waking hours. 

An awe-struck sensation passes through his entire body. He is marked forever now. He belongs to the Outsider, to the other side of this world. Not to do his bidding, but to entertain him, to prove him over and over again about the nature of men. 

The mark makes violence easier. But on the hand of a patient man, it is a weapon far more lethal. And Corvo is anything but impatient.

And now, a heretic. 

He splashes his face again, and the ripples scare away the visage.

He stares at his hand, the black ink of the Void under his skin. Corvo has been holding back on using it. Through the weeks of his work against the Regent, it has become like second nature, too easy. No height too high, no distance too far, no wall too thick to conceal anything behind it.

And yet, when he uses it, it makes him feel stronger, body and mind.

It’s just one more time. Just to see if he still can, if the Outsider still favours him. 

With a simple gesture, Corvo brings the time to a halt. 

That is when the Outsider, his strange benefactor, slips from the Void into this world. 

The air is heavy with his presence. He brings with him whispers and whale song and showers of coal-like rocks that blink in and out of existence. His black eyes, as Corvo glances at them, are beautiful as ever - and as terrifying. 

“Oh how history loves irony. A marked hand beside the Imperial throne. I wonder what you shall do with this, dear Corvo.”

His voice cuts through the air, sound distorted yet strangely sweet. Echoed, like a crashing ocean wave.

Corvo looks away. He is still undecided. In his mind he sees many ways it can go. He sees himself never again resorting to the Outsider's power, ever cautious to soothe the temptation of easy answers. He sees a balance, where a clear head and determined mind work together, and the mark glows occasionally with dignity. He sees the acts of violence he could commit in the name of his daughter and his empire, making sure nothing stands in her way. 

He sees himself kneeled beside the shrine, never in prayer but in bated breath. 

Corvo has danced on that precipice in the attic of the Hound Pits pub. Favoured, singled out, even praised. He has never been one to love the Overseers, and the thrill of the witchcraft already running through his blood was only natural. But even more so, the black-eyed god’s speeches, glances, preference. Swift caress of ice cold fingers against his stubbled cheek.

He looks back at the Outsider, who stands before him now, breaking the seams of reality with his very presence.

“What shall it be, I wonder? In the eyes of your Empire, you are now a heretic. But little does the Empire know it is that which saved it, which brought its enemies to their end. The Overseers are blind to such truths.”

The air grows cold with the Outsider's presence. The barrier between here and the Void is thin, threatening to spill either reality into the other. Shadows dance gleefully on the walls, as if performing a ritual. Any moment the floor could break apart into pieces and send Corvo flying into the abyss.

And then, like a single time before, he finds himself leaning to his god, finding his ever-talking mouth and silencing it with a kiss. It is many things: a prayer, a question, a confirmation. Heresy, delirious sweet heresy. 

His marked hand rests tightly around the Outsider's nape, holding him in place while the man and the god indulge in something impossible and forbidden. 

Corvo tastes the Void. It reminds him why he can never let go of it. Outsider’s lips part for him, and Corvo finds a flicker of humanity in that simple motion as their breath mingles.

Corvo pulls back to look in the Outsider's eyes. Pools of black nothing, stunning him to his core. Unblinking. His smile, small and implausible, and never reaching his eyes. The Outsider cocks his head, resting his palm against Corvo's chest, sliding it down and letting it fall. 

And then the Outsider is gone. The room is full of colour again, and the water basin is empty of reflections. 

Corvo finds himself breathing heavily. And he knows he cannot make a decision right now, and maybe he doesn't need to, not yet. The taste of the Outsider's mouth still lingers upon his lips like a promise. 

If this is what the Abbey has warned again, then he is ready to be a heretic. How much sweeter would the recital of the Seven Strictures sound, if he were to speak them with his Void-bitten lips?

[williamverse]

finished this painting i wanted to write an acompaniing drubble, but i want to post this as soon as possible so yeah, you can probably come back for the drussle because i still want to write it

i'll apreciate any interaction with this post!!

[whispersofdunwall]

The Void | The Knife of Dunwall

“All of time is meaningless here. Neither seconds nor centuries”

[bellonathedragonborn]

FINALLY posting my oldish Daud DLC pics.

It’s so jarring fighting Corvo. Since this was a low chaos run I was able to defeat him in the dream.

I wish we could see more of the Gristol countryside instead of Dunwall in both games. Reminds me of Fable 2-3.

On a more serious note. After playing these DLCs finally I can understand now why people didn’t like how Daud was handled in Death of the Outsider.

Like in the canon ending of these DLCs he owns up that IT WAS HIS FAULT he became an assassin. Only for DOTO to have him lapse and blame the Outsider for it all. Like?? Why??

[albrakia]

In the Month of Darkness, seasons destroyed A ritual killing bound his spirit to the Void Eyes drained of color, the beggar no more To become what the Believers waited for They set him outside, beyond the spheres Quiet as the night, long like the years He opened his eyes, as black as a dream Trying to speak, his only words only a scream