#samuel the boatman

[hampopart]

Samuel Sticker is Done!

[shazzbaa]

For a moment, you can see the bones in your hand...

my delicious friend phosphor gifted me the fate needed to play the exceptional story The Shallows!! I HAD A GREAT TIME AND SAM DID NOT, and I decided the events of this story (which included Samuel having to do the Boatman's duty for a bit) were a great excuse to make him come out of it a wee bit more skeletal than he went in.

Here is some of my context-free liveblogging under the cut (some story spoilers):

Thren: "hopefully he doesn't mind all those 'you should not have done thats'...."

came for the Far Shore lore, stayed for the NARROWLY ESCAPED BECOMING THE BOATMAN OF DEATH FOR ALL ETERNITY

[house-of-mirrors]

🏺— What is their soul like? Does it have any Flaws? :P

Oh this is fun I get to talk a bit about skies XD I had been thinking on this though. And I know the only way to stain your soul in FL is through smen but I'm choosing to ignore that:

A quick recap of the seven flaws: Clear: a disregard of death Cold: dispassionate, heartless Curdled: excessively eager to please Fermented: indifference to taboo Flickering: an uncertainty of self, dishonesty Lightless: wasted potential, a lack of ambition Stained: fatally curious

Orsinio: based on what he got at Burrow (the link above), I'd say he has a fermented (yummy putting weird stuff in his mouth) and flickering soul, though I'd disagree with flickering. In the past, especially when he first came to London, yeah probably. Now, he has a strong sense of self (though he does still use a pseudonym.) I think he'd have a stained soul after all he went through with the discordance and evolution, poking his nose where it shouldn't be. He also does not fear death, nor does he believe anything the boatman or judgements concoct is truly an afterlife - he's still religious, after all. Therefore, perhaps he also has a clear soul.

Miles: omggggg while typing this I realized Miles might legitimately have all seven. Worst oc ever (affectionate). Starting off with the core ones: curdled, lightless, flickering, fermented. They're a shameless social climber, a rich socialite who's never had any motivation to apply themself, and craves negative attention. They came to the Neath to escape rather than confront the fact they didn't like who they were becoming. If we consider smen as well, then yeah, stained too. Cold: during their ambition and after, they've made many heartless choices. Clear: Miles very much is not afraid of death, but in a "they really need therapy" way.

Samuel: from Skies, if you chose an origin as a zee captain whose primary goal was to explore, you get fermented and stained. Makes sense; Samuel almost went too far East, once. Since he spent almost a decade hiding out in his bar, I'd say he has a touch of lightless, willfully disregarding his talents.

Lucretia: she's my most well-adjusted oc and honestly none of the flaws really fit her. Congrats XD If I had to pick one I'd say flickering - she is not in tune with her emotions or her wants.

Captain Min: we're currently on the all 7 soul flaws speedrun but canonically they'd have fermented (tattoo from the halved baby), stained (allied with Winter's Reside), and clear (not afraid of the Azure :P). Early in their story, before I had decided their traits or goals, they had flickering (coincidentally I chose the poet background and started with it). They've since shed that flaw and are certain of who they are and want to be.

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hi! looking to join soon :) could i have a little list of most wanted faces??

hello  hello  !  we'd  love  to  have  you  join  us  around  here  !  there's  a  ton  of  opened  faceclaims  that  we'd  love  to  see,  so  i'll  put  it  under  a  read  more  for  you !

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[stealingpotatoes]

An Eye for an Eye

[also on ao3]

Summary: Daud is betrayed by all the Whalers AU -- Corvo wakes up in the Flooded District to find a familiar stranger by his side. 

--

Corvo had gotten very used to not waking up at home over the last eight months. 

He’d prepared himself for those first two months, expecting his own bed once his ill-fated aid voyage was over. But the day he returned, he found himself sleeping (rotting) in Coldridge Prison, framed for Jess-- for the Empress’ murder. He had woken there, on bloody hay and fresh burns, for six months. And then it had been the Hound Pits. 

And now? Corvo wasn’t sure.

Corvo knew that where he lay now was not the ship, nor Coldridge, nor the Hound Pits -- and most certainly not the Tower. There was no gentle sway, no cold stone, and no residual smell-of-beer; no signals of his past residences. He was sprawled on an uncomfortable mattress, and still dressed in what he assumed was his coat. His coat, still full of weapons and ammo, Corvo realised. 

The room around him was too damp and too dark. A fire crackled somewhere to his right -- but the room was otherwise silent. A very certain kind of silence; that same mortal silence of a graveyard where Death hung, watching with disinterest. 

Corvo slowly pushed himself to sit up, his body and the pounding in his head protesting as he did. Staring forward, he saw only a dark brick wall, quite some distance from the dingy mattress he was lying on. Orange firelight danced on the wall, interrupted by Corvo’s hunched shadow and--

“I thought you weren’t going to wake up,” a gravelly voice stated flatly. 

Corvo snapped around to squint at the voice, trying to make out its owner through his haze. A man sat alone, tending to a dying fire in the middle of the room. Corvo briefly hoped it might have been Samuel, but quickly realised the mess of a man ahead of him was not the boatman. Another enemy. 

It was then that his final few hours came rushing back to Corvo; exposing the Lord Regent, the Loyalists, being poisoned, floating down the Wrenhaven, Emily-- 

Corvo needed to leave wherever this was. He needed to get back to the Hound Pits and find his daughter. He needed to go now. Would the stranger by the fire stop him? 

Corvo’s eyes darted to the stranger again. His eyes were focused on Corvo, and filled with quiet and distant intrigue, not disgust or hate. Nothing hostile -- but Corvo knew better than to trust someone simply because they didn’t seem hostile at first glance. 

At least he wasn’t dressed for a fight, in his thick black overcoat that seemed more than a little stifling. His hands, resting on his lap, were gloved -- black, again. Corvo squinted at the stranger’s face again; the fire’s light danced around the man’s features, making them harder to properly see, but Corvo could make out a nasty scar and unkempt stubble. And no blood from the eyes, at least. 

The stranger felt familiar in a dangerous way Corvo couldn’t place. A dangerous way that his mind, clouded by whatever poison the Loyalists had given him, was too slow to recognise. Think, Corvo, Think.  

Corvo stood up -- which he immediately regretted after it was met by that same protest from his body and headache. He stumbled, hand finding purchase on the wall, before he regained his balance. The ceiling was barely taller than Corvo standing up straight, so he crouched over a little. 

“You should be careful. Whatever they gave you was heavy stuff. The Mark will help you, but only so much,” the stranger said.  

Corvo furrowed his brow. The stranger had seen the Outsider’s Mark on Corvo's hand. He had recognised the Mark, and evidently knew quite something about it. How did he know, and why was he so calm about it? 

More importantly, why hadn’t the stranger turned him in? The Mark alone was enough for any good citizen to call on the Abbey, but Corvo’s face was on half the city’s wanted posters, and with a high reward. That combined with the mask sitting in his coat -- which was on its own fair share of posters -- made Corvo a very valuable man to give to the City Watch. Did the stranger not know about all that? Or had he made a choice not to hand Corvo in? With Corvo’s luck, the latter was very unlikely. He needed to stay prepared. 

Or to become prepared, he thought. He stretched out his Marked-hand, ready to summon the Heart’s whispers-- when he saw the knife on the floor. 

Corvo fell completely still. 

He wanted to forgive himself for not recognising the man -- he had only seen his wretched face for a fateful few seconds, and the man by the dying fire was hardly what he was seven months ago. He had fallen from whatever lowness he had been at to begin with, and that only helped his disguise. 

But the blade… the blade had not changed one bit. It looked exactly as it had that day. Exactly as it had when Corvo had first seen it, helpless against the wall, and exactly as it had when it was plunged into his Empress’s stomach.

“Daud,” Corvo growled. The numb haze the poison had left seemed to break and build itself into the sharp red-mist of anger. 

Daud didn’t stand up, nor did he seem all that worried about the man whose Empress he had murdered regaining his senses. Daud left the blade by his feet untouched. “I won’t fight you, Corvo,” Daud stared up. 

Corvo didn’t trust a word the Knife said. 

But what he did next, Corvo never saw coming; he kicked his blade toward Corvo, and it skidded across the hard-stone floor. “My life is in your hands.”  

This was a trick. This had to be a trick. Corvo’s eyes darted around, “Where are your men?” 

“Oh, I don’t have men anymore,” Daud huffed, looking more tired than he had at any point before. “The Whalers betrayed me.”

Not ready to be fooled again, Corvo’s vision shifted through the Void and into hues of orange. Yet where he had expected to see the yellow shapes of masked assassins filling the building around them, there was simply nothing. A few rats, but no other person in the area aside from Daud. They were alone. 

Had Daud’s gang truly double-crossed him? If Corvo was less angry, he might have been able to appreciate the irony of Daud helping those who betrayed Corvo, only to be betrayed himself. 

“When I killed your Empress and took her daughter,” Daud started, “it broke something inside of me. The Whalers knew that-- they saw that. They knew I was weak, and they took their chance, just like I trained them to. They tried to hunt me down after that, but--”

Half-running and half-blinking, Corvo slammed Daud into the brick wall behind and held the blade to the assassin’s throat. 

Daud’s breah hitched and he stilled entirely beneath the grip. 

Corvo looked in the assassin’s eyes. But he found no defiance, no will to escape. Only acceptance, a readiness to succumb to the Void. No, he more than that; wanted this. He wanted to die by Corvo’s judgement. Was that why he fished him out of the Wrenhaven? Simply to fall to his own sword? 

My life is in your hands. 

Corvo tightened his grip of Daud’s coat, knuckles shifting white. It didn’t matter why the Knife was letting Corvo kill him; it only mattered that Corvo had his chance. He had his chance to take revenge for Jessamine’s death, to end this killer’s life, and to… and for what purpose? What was the point in killing a man with nothing but his life to give? Where was the vengeance in killing someone who wanted death? 

Fighting against every screaming instinct inside him, Corvo let go of Daud and lowered his blade. He stepped back, leaving the assassin to half-crumple to the floor. 

Daud furrowed his brow up at Corvo, rubbing a confused and angry hand over his hunched neck. “Really?” he breathed, sagging like a deflating balloon. “After everything, you choose mercy? 

“Not quite.” 

Daud perked back up, still kneeling. 

“Your death won’t change what happened, nor what you’ve done,” Corvo said, wishing with both his hearts that it would. “But you can change what happens next.” 

Daud squinted, mouth poised for questioning.

“I can never trust you, assassin, but I know what you are. That has to be enough.” Corvo raised his chin, cooling the white-hot anger running through his veins. “You’re going to do one final job, for me, then you’re going to leave Dunwall forever, understood?”

An unsettling loyalty ran behind Daud’s predator-eyes as he nodded, standing up. My life is in your hands. “Where’s the job?”

“The Hound Pits Pub.” Corvo handed Daud his sword as Corvo unsheathed his own. “Some men have yet to learn what happens when you cross me.” 

[martamatta95]

Replaying Dishonored, one thing came to my mind, hearing the secrets the Heart holds about Samuel Beechworth and then thinking about Daud's story in the DLCs, especially his mother.

Daud should be Corvo's age, a few years older in the Canon, what if our favorite assassin was the son of a humble boatman?

[wardenapproaches]

My first work for the @badthingshappenbingo, for @custycust! They requested Empty Shell for Corvo.

Link to AO3 posting here, or click the readmore here for the fic. Word count is only 311 words, sorry it's so short.

There’s a point, about halfway through his stay at Coldrige, where Corvo simply stops. He clenches his fists as much as he can- and it’s not more of a twitch of his fingers, because they’ve decided to go with breaking each bone in his hands now- and sighs heavily. 

I’ve had enough, he thinks. I think I’m done. 

The following morning, when the guards open the cell door to take him to the interrogation chamber, they find Corvo lying on the stone slab that passes as a bed, limp and unmoving.

“Think he finally kicked it?” One guard asks from the doorway. The other guard approaches slowly, one hand on his sword. “That’d make our lives easier, that’s for sure.”

GET UP, something in his mind screams. GET UP, PROTECTOR. 

A soft sigh is the only sound that escapes him as the guard reels back, surprised Corvo was still alive. 

No, Corvo calls back, previously ramrod back now bowed, slumped, defeated. I’ve had enough. 

~

The key that glints up at him from under the loaf of bread is met with a slow blink. The letter is met with the same. 

Might as well. Hopefully they won't pull my nails out.

~

The Boatman takes his lack of responses in stride, filling the eerie silence with easy small talk. It’s the stare Corvo levels at him that makes him stutter, but only once. 

~

“Admiral, I’m not sure… I’m not one to question your orders, but I don’t think the Lord Protector is…”

“Nonsense, Samuel. Corvo will do his job, and he’ll do it well.”

A quiet huff, and Corvo lets his weary body rest.

~

“Hello, Corvo.”

 Corvo blinks at the floating man, who can only be the Outsider. THIS MAN IS YOUR ENEMY, PROTECTOR. A quieter voice yells. 

I am so tired, he replies.

“Your life has taken a turn, has it not?”

[whatdoesshedotothem]

Friday 10.. February 1837

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no kiss windy wildish morning but fair tho’ dull at 8 ½ and F48° - read a few pp. from 148 to 155 Tomblesons’ upper Rhine – breakfast at 9 – a Mr. Crowther of Southowram came to ask if I had any objection to his brother’s filling up (helping to fill up) the quarry-hole in the waste adjoining Haigh’s field and my Little marsh land – Womersby would be glad of it – Had Haigh any right to stop Crowther – no! I thought not – nor did I think I had any right to stop him – but he had best ask a law-man’s opinion – Mr. Highams’ or Mr. Parker’s or anybody’s – the man staid talking till 11 – his brother tenant to Mr. Samuel Hall had taken 5000 yards of stone of him at 4/. per yard (the price not to be mentioned) – their young man a younger brother – had turned boatman – [had] gold his old boat in good vamped upon condition and had a new one built at Malham? or some such place in Cheshire – boat and horse worth £150 reckoned £18 to £20 for the horse – carries stone (got by his 3 brothers) chiefly to Macclesfield – about 30 miles from here – his new boat Phebe (after his sister) carries 18 to 19 tons (18 ½ tons) cleverly – draws about 3ft. 6in.? water so can go full laden in summer – other boats obliged to go under laden in summer when water is scarce – when they draw 4ft. 6in. of water they are often grazing upon the bottom or within 6in. of it in summer – from here to Macclesfield freightage 1d. per ton per mile .:. 18 ½ tons at 1d. x 30 miles = £2.6.3 but the distance greater than 30 miles – his freightage = about £3 a trip and can make 3 trips in a fortnight = £9 per fortnight – has a man at 10/. per week and a boy at 6/. per week and keep – reckons his horse at 21/. per week - .:. expense per fortnight = 42/. + 20/. + 12/. = £3.14.0 keep of man, and boy suppose 40/. .:. total expense = £5.14.0 and he lays by 20/. + 10/. towards future repairs of boat (will last 30 years with care without much repairing) and purchase of a new horse when wanted - .:.

Expense and saving £7.4.0 and he has 36/. left for himself or 16/. per week – there is some error in this for he said he made a very decent living – which could not mean less than a guineas a week - from 11 to 12 with Robert Mann and Samuel and Jack and 1st time (came this morning) George Booth (Sam’s brother) at sodding the embankment west of the rock-bridge along the walk to the pools- then pruning in the walk till 2 – then with Robert M- and co. again till 5 – except interrupted for ¼ hour this morning soon after 11 Mr. Highams’ clerk brought a paper for me to sign as occupier in Hipperholme of woods to vote for Mrs. Higham as guardian of the poor – both A- and I signed each of us occupying woods or something in the township – and had Mr. Jubb between 3 and 4 this afternoon – George Wood the groom very poorly in the influenza – in bed – the leeches came this evening and put 8 leeches on his head – Robert and Sam took up and planted 15 Rhododendrons on the embankment this afternoon – at 5 set off for A- met her in Roydelands (Hardcastles’) – in the stable a little while and came in at 6 20 – dressed – dinner at 7 – A- came upstairs and made coffee – and I staid downstairs 50 minutes asleep in the easy chair – A- gave me a silver pencil she bought yesterday at Ropes’ – instead of the one M- gave me many years ago but took away when last here on the plea of getting it mended – had just written all the above of today at 11 10 pm at which hour F42 ½° finish dullish morning rainy afternoon and evening from about 3pm – Note tonight from the Little and philosophical society – a paper to be read ‘on Monday on the modes of judging of the distances and magnitude of objects by the eye’ – Letter from Mr. J. Lister – thanks for the draft for £20 – hopes I shall allow him to repay the money sometime – much obliged about the fine – the money £17 (the remainder being water level rent) given to his mother – says he is getting into good practise- In my study looking into 1 book or other till 11 50 – found my cousin come tonight

[harrissam19]

Dishonored Blog Project: High Overseer Campbell

Corvo and Samuel arrive at Dunwall's Distillery District as the moon looms large over the dying city. City guards can be seen tossing bodies into a boat from a bridge, all oozing with plague. The streets are dark and filled with unexpected danger at every turn. Corvo takes out the heart straight away to check for the whereabouts of bonecharms and runes that will improve his skills. This is when the game first shows the player that each level has a variety of different approaches that they can take to complete their objective:

A bone charm lies at the end of a destroyed bridge, its song calling to Corvo. He sneaks past the city guards to get to the charm. Here lies a corpse of a man next to a small fire, a makeshift bed and book. Next Marked on the wall is a love heart with the names of a couple. Inside the book is a tragic love song about the plague. This is an example of how Dishonored immerses the player by creating small areas within the level that tell their own personal story. Is the corpse one of the people from the couple or simply someone who had found their hideout to keep safe?

Corvo continues past the guards and through to Holger square, the base of operations for the Overseers. Here he encounters Martin for the first time who is being held by an Overseer, who is taken out by Corvo before he frees Martin. Martin is happy to see Corvo and says that he will see him back at the Hound Pits Pub. But before he leaves he gives me information that will help me when dealing with Campbell later in level. He also tells Corvo that the High Overseer is intending on poisoning a guard called Curnow, a situation that the player can use to their advantage. Callista, back at the Hound Pits Pub, told Corvo to save Geoff Curnow as he is a good man and her only remaining family too.

Now it was time for Corvo to inflitrate the Overseer's building and complete his mission. When inside the building I found readings of a punishment carried out by the Overseers for those who have committed heinous acts against the order, but have not broken codes that would otherwise result in execution. I saw this as a much more fit way of dealing with the Overseer as oppose to just murdering him.

Given my prior conversation with Callista about her uncle, I decided to save Geoff Curnow from being poisoned. To do this, I emptied the glass with the poison in to make sure he didn't die. I then knocked him out and took him to a safe place where he would no longer be in danger of the Overseers. After this Corvo meets Samuel the boatman around the back of the Overseer building to return to the Hound Pits Pub.

By giving the player the ability to choose how they want to approach each level with a range of options, the sense of immersion is much greater. This is because the player can really get to grips with the environment they are playing in as well as behave and handle situations with characters any way they want to.

[sporadiceagleheart]

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[lemonflowercat]

75 soft: day 2

[x] morning walk/run or yoga x6/w

this morning was genuinely one of my favourite mornings of the year.

the walk was gorgeous with all the mist; suzie ran around like a happy puppy. Koka was soft, warm, fluffy and cuddly, and he shared treats with his friend from across the wall. piano jazz lilted as a spicy ginger tea brewed on the stove. I cooked myself a delectable breakfast (if i may say so myself) - a zucchini omelet with some grated cheese and oregano, and vanilla Greek yogurt with oats and chia seeds, topped with pan roasted apples, bananas and toasty coconut sprinkles. <chef's kiss> 10/10 slow and beautiful morning.

[x] meditate x at least 15min every afternoon

[x] study 42h/w: 39h 10m 34h 30m to go

study vibe for the day ft. my suzu-boo and oxalis wilting in the pre-summer sun

[x] evening wxo x6/w

did 45min of full body isometrics - super satisfying. the slow focused-ness of it is perfect for PMS energy.

[x] [x] [x] 1 raw veggie or a fruit x3 meals

- vanilla Greek yogurt with oats and chia seeds, topped with pan roasted apples, bananas and toasty coconut sprinkles

- a bowl of green grapes for a mid-morning-studysesh snack

- juicy pineapples for post dinner dessert craving

[x] 1400cal x6/week

[x] progress picture/day x6/w

[x] 2.5L of water/day

[x] brush before bed

[x] no media consumption (one movie/d allowed) - for freezes and PMS days

watched Book of Clarence - about halfway through. i'm curious to see where the movie goes - it's one of those movies where i can form an opinion only once i've watched the whole thing. for now, all i can say is, i really like the music! this one's my favourite:

[shazzbaa]

I just found your blog and I really love both your art and seeing the world of Fallen London through a less experienced player! (And, as a fellow ex-Boatman, fond memories of that experience)

Aw, thank you so much!! I'm having an absolute blast, and I've been uTTERLY DELIGHTED by the response from the fallen londons here on tumblr; you guys are the best. I got so many tags on recent art of Sam that were along the lines of "this guy is always ending up in situations" AND MAN THATS IT ISNT IT, that's one of the things I love about Fallen London, it's just a place to put your guy in so many situations LMAO

LMAO IM SO DELIGHTED AT ALL THE BISHOP ENJOYERS COMING OUT OF THE WOODWORK, THANK U

Fallen London is a browser game you can find here! Basically, you go through stories, make choices, unravel the consequences of your choices, and slowly learn what's going on in this very strange world where Victorian-Era London has SUNKEN INTO THE EARTH and found a world of supernatural strangeness down in the 'Neath. The writing is sort of horror + darkly funny + very British, and the story/game is HUGE; I've been playing for a few months and feel like I've barely scratched the surface.

Samuel Ashman aka The Bloodstained Deacon is my Fallen London character, a wayward deacon of the Catholic church who ran away to London and immediately got involved in monster hunting and illegal fighting rings, as one does. I based him on Sammy originally because I thought that would be a fun character to explore this world through (and I was just in one of those modes where everything revolves around your blorbo), but I adjusted his name so that he could be his own character rather than just a silly fandom reference. Through the choices I've made and intriguing possibilities the game has presented me with, Samuel has become a completely separate guy to that source of inspiration I started with.

[house-of-mirrors]

💀 for the professor, 🐀 for the captain!

💀 — What's their relationship with the Boatman like?

Orsinio tries hard to avoid dying, as I stated in a previous ask. I did play The Shallows ES which has a dramatic chess match at the finale. They respect each other. Meeting him and beating him at chess were important steps on Orsinio's character journey in coming to grips with the forces beyond the borders of reality. He sees the Boatman as a mystery and not representative of the true afterlife. Perhaps even an ally. Certainly not someone he wants as an enemy. He did also drive the Boatman insane by singing after Horticulture Hell. No, Orsinio does not fear him, even less now that he knows he can annoy the Boatman into relenting.

🐀 — Are they friends with any rats?

Samuel loves animals. I can imagine he has an agreement with the rats on his ship and in his bar, leaving them resources in exchange for staying out of kitchens. He doesn't talk much and lets the rats do all the talking in encounters.

[systimming]

When you have time, would you mind doing a board of Samuel the boatman from Dishonored? With ocean and seafaring and maybe some smoking if it's ok. I know one of my headmates misses him. Even if he doesn't mention it. Thank you for all you do.

Of course! Posted.

- Mod Primarina.

I hope you enjoy!!

- Mod Sammy.

[screwtheprinceimtakingthehorse]

let’s hang out with Samuel for a while <3

[lumikinetic]

I participated in a Dishonored zine and I'm so happy to get to share not only my creation but the creations of all these very talented people! Go show @ode-to-the-void some love!