#old man daud

[boredguitarfish]

The knife of Dunwall

I miss that old man.

[inferno92000]

[geminison]

One is a number divided by two

One is the loneliest number

Much, much worse than two

[lapinposts]

how it feels to read people on this site criticize death of the outsider

[don1t1red]

Today I present you a daudmartin angst. Tomorrow? Who knows.

Have you ever considered the fact that Daud left to Morley after the events of D1 because Martin wanted to be buried in his homeland? Have you ever thought how hard it might be for Daud to hold this burial without an actual body? It was just him and an empty hole in the ground missing a body and maybe even a gravestone. How Daud would carefully wrap all things that Martin gifted him through the years because it's all he can do to fulfill his close one's last will.

Some stuff was pretty expensive (a lighter with inlaid gems, Matin never told him where he dug that thing - Daud never used it, kept as an emergency money source; but now it's priceless); some stuff was pretty useful in the past (neatly done leather straps with pouches for extra bolts or practically anything. Daud wasn’t superstitious but when this thing tore off a few days before his and Martin relationship “tore off” he felt uneasy); oh, and Martin's favorite cigars, Daud would never allow himself such a fancy pack but today it wasn't about him (Daud remembers how Martin offered him this pack and a bottle of rom as a small gift to celebrate their done job. That one where Martin helped him plan the Empress's assassination and asked to do the same to Burrows. But when Daud declined, Martin didn't say anything but “And that's why I told you not to kill Corvo if he returned earlier'').

It's a strange thing to stand near the grave of someone who betrayed you the last time you saw them. It's a strange feeling of something squeezing your lungs and blocking your throat. A need to remind yourself to breathe. And a feeling of guilt because even now, when no one is looking, you can't cry on the grave of someone who betrayed you. A strange, not-an-actual-burial, not even done properly and definitely not how Martin would like to go but still better than nothing. Martin would still be remembered after all.

[broken-grace112]

First attempt to paint Daud, not too upset with it! ^^

[rad-roche]

it is time to make my feelings known

(bass boosted) corvo attano

[ornstein]

I thought my new meow meow in Lies of P would be Geppetto and yeah, he is, but it turns out Carlo is taking the crown this time.

[deathlonging]

the way fucking. tom anderson feels more worthy of attention than lestat in later eps. ofc this is the louisclaudia show but truly if there ever was anything to show a 3rd season would drown in this blog

[blizzardream]

Posted these to Instagram first but I might as well put them here too.

I'm never using these, these are just concepts and design practice :) feel free to use them yourself or as inspiration if you want, but please mention me in some way ;-; last thing I want is for me to be accused of stealing designs I didn't steal but came up with at 3 am

Here's another version with blood, a Dh1 Heart quote, and Death of the Outsider content

Someday I'll learn how to leave a cut ;-;

[wrenhavenriver]

(quotes truncated for character limits. i also ran out of options but feel free to add your personal faves in tags)

[geminison]

And here I thought it was urgent

Catnapping Daud and displeased Billie. While I don’t think Daud has a habit of sleeping right at his workplace it certainly happens more than he likes to admit. Billie is kinda used to it but occasionally has to fight the urge to do something that’ll wake him up (sometimes she gives in bc what’s the hell, you sleep while we work our asses off, rise and shine, old man)

[no-light-left-on]

been thinking about the Daud Lives AU and how the old man would have to deal with the now-human Outsider on their way back from Shindaerey. they have to play nice or risk Billie's wrath

[rosedragonblast]

Acceptance

This is a cut out of one of the fics I'm currently working on. It's turning out to be larger than my typical works, so I'm certainly taking my time with it.

Attano leans over to his daughter and kisses her on the forehead. She grimaces, although she does it very pretentiously. Corvo exhales, perfectly reading his daughter's facial expressions. Turning to Daud, the Lord Protector nods towards a door leading to a side corridor. Omega follows his partner as Emily gets up from the throne and walks away with quick steps rumbling through the room. She tries to stand straight, but Daud sees her legs beginning to give way, and the girl gets a little confused in her directions.

— She definitely needs some help. — Sometimes it seems to me that Emily hasn't changed at all in the last fifteen years, — Corvo says, combining a bit of laughter and disappointment in his tone. — She is already a twenty-five-year-old, adult woman. But it's like she's doing it on purpose.

— Maybe to get your attention. She loves spending time with you.

— She's not always interested in these political squabbles. Although, to be honest, they are not close to me either. Some ministers are really incompetent in their decisions. And in order to remove them from office, sometimes you have to let them make mistakes. Of course, they are always under control. But for the well-being of others, even we have to cheat.

— I'm not surprised. High society is filled with such filth.

Corvo continues walking all the way to the end of the corridor, where a solid oak door awaits them. It leads to the usual network of stairs, doors made of the same material, large, ornate chandeliers. Daud likes the atmosphere of this place in the evening. Candles softly illuminate the room without overloading the eyes. The closed curtains with the imperial symbol, slowly swaying from the periodic draft from the open windows, let in enough moonlight so as not to leave the entire lighting function on the chandeliers and candles. The carpet underfoot rustles pleasantly, giving off every step of the shoes. Corvo stops in front of a particularly impressive set of doors. Daud, hoping not to break his neck, raises his head. A carved figure of a gilded dragon looks at him from the top of the doorway. Instead of pupils, two massive rubies stare back at the assassin.

— An import from Karnaka?

— It's not hard to guess when you're a local, huh?

Daud snorts. This information is elementary for every resident of the south. Corvo opens the door by turning the key in the lock. The first thing that greets them is the smell of cleaning soap. They are definitely cleaning up here — the servants are not in the habit of ignoring even unused rooms — but this is not the fact that interests Daud.

— It's so...Empty.

— What do you mean?

— There is a lot of furniture, amenities, excellent living conditions. But there is no sense of presence here, — Corvo listens while Daud delves into the structure of the room. — There are no items of minor value here. The fireplace is not used at all, although a heating system and a fire are common in your castle for additional comfort. And the bed looks like it's being made once a week. When they change her sheets.

Attano nods until Daud finishes speaking.

— You're right,— Corvo corrects the wolfhound figurine on the shelf. — This room was originally intended for the spymaster. It was built at the beginning of the reign of Jessamine's father, Euhorn. It was intended for his own keeper of secrets, Sir Alder. But the head of his secret office preferred to be in his residence, and conducted investigations from his office on the third floor. Some of his personal belongings remained here, but after his resignation they left with him. Alder resigned immediately after Euhorn's death. Being a man of the old vision, he did not tolerate submission to women. Of course, female rulers have been seen on the throne before. But that didn't stop Alder from considering Jess an incompetent replacement for her father. Having a good memory, but not being vindictive, Jessamine pretended to let him off this with this trick of his. Then she hired Burrows, who served her for more than a decade.

— And a few years after the start of the investigation in order to eradicate the traitors, a plan about the rat plague matured in his head. And everything went south. — Daud bites his lip. He is well aware of his role in this mess.

— Burrows never had an overly pronounced intellect, — Corvo uses ordinary secular language out of habit, although Daud realizes that he is simply calling the Lord Regent an idiot. — His development, first of all, was hampered by cleanliness and sense of self worth. His unwillingness to connect himself with the people, to lower his self-esteem regardless of his station. Nevertheless, he refused to listen to warnings, advice, and historical facts. The Lord Protector closes his eyes for a while, as if going through his memories. Daud comes closer. Corvo puts his hand on his waist, massaging a piece of skin protruding from under his vest. Omega trembles slightly, but tries not to show it.

— You know, I still remember the look on his face, — alpha exhales. — When I was sitting over his bed, watching him. While he was wandering around the office like a caged animal. He knew he had nowhere to run. There was no place to hide. Even if he puts a hundred guards outside, I'll find a way to get to him. He was surprised at my ability to accurately, bloodlessly and irrevocably get rid of his supporters in the state. There was definitely no support for him among the people. Even if there were any, they probably didn't have much social prospects. He was constantly mumbling, looking over his shoulder in fear. I was clutching his record card. Caressed it with my fingers. I was wondering if it was worth getting rid of him in the traditional way. Or, for the first and last time, stain the blade with blood in the name of revolution.

— You decided not to do it. — Burrows buried himself six feet underground the moment he crossed my path, Daud, — Corvo turns to him, and the assassin swallows, believing every word.

— Crows don't just pick up after others. They sabotage, they lie. They lead animals to certain death.

Attano comes closer, towering over Daud. For some reason, omega doesn't have a shred of fear. Only adoration in the eyes.

— They also make friends with wolves. — With a crow like you, I won't become a wolf, but a chain dog... — Even better. I will definitely need the help of a bloodhound in my investigations.

It's going to be posted both in Russian and English languages.

[void-damned]

Another Whaler thing that's not a headcanon but still: any time I hear this song I think of Daud and all the Whalers happily retired somewhere, Daud working some part time manual labor job somewhere just to keep some money flowing in and the body working, and every once in a while a Whaler will drop by to visit him and talk about the old times and hang out and maybe have a drink or two on the porch

https://youtu.be/ev0dCUjTSxc?si=j64y_BMGOomQElNj

Gods, I love the Daud (and the Whalers') retirement arc.

Old man finally gets his vineyard and some of the Whalers get normal jobs, or help out. The kids especially.

There was one Knifecrow fic where the house was also an Inn and it was lovely. But also Daud running an inn? Trivagocore.

[vestigialpersonality]

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Main Fandoms: Baldur's Gate, Fallout, Yakuza/Like a Dragon, Dishonored, Deus Ex, Cyberpunk, Disco Elysium, Final Fantasy VII, Final Fantasy XV, Dragon Age

These days it's mostly Gortash Brainrot, but if they're a character, any character, in those above fandoms you'll probably see them here somewhere. They are significantly more likely to show up here if they are:

An angry old man who is done with your shit and is absolutely judging you (Cor Leonis, Kim Kitsuragi, Charon)

An evil or morally dubious old man (Enver Gortash, Daud, Joshua Graham, Johnny Silverhand, Solas)

A depressed old man who's just trying his best (Viktor Vektor, Kashiwagi Osamu, Nick Valentine)

An old man in a young man's body (Craig Boone, Arcade Gannon, The Outsider, Adam Jensen, Fenris)

Generally considered problematic and/or obnoxious. (Durge, Benny Gecko, Vulpes Inculta, Deacon)

Someone who matches my ostentatious taste in fashion (Astarion, Zhao Tianyou, Kerry Eurodyne)

The reason my egg cracked (Majima Goro/Goromi, Ignis Scientia, Cloud Strife)

Minsc and/or Boo because they've been my buddies for 25 years, so you can pry them out of my cold dead hands.

Definitely not a comprehensive list, but it should give you a general idea.