#corvo x jessamine x daud

[screwtheprinceimtakingthehorse]

📕👀

Right, so.

This one actually ties into this fic about Curnow as a noir private detective and Thomas the Whaler (mob AU) who were very gay for each other but split up; except now Thomas is askin for a favour and Curnow can't resist--anyway.

There's a companion fic to that one that I want to write that sees Jessamine as the corrupt-to-the-gills mayor's daughter, Corvo as her bodyguard (yes, obviously they're together), and Daud as the owner of several casinos, gambling dens, and maybe a racketeering ring or two. The thing is, Jessamine likes to play the tables, and being the mayor's daughter, she's as untouchable as much as she is dangerous to get involved with.

The other things is, she likes Daud. Corvo also likes Daud. Daud likes them both a lot more than he should (his words). They actually had a bit of a thing, until Daud was nearly killed in an ambush as he was on his way to see them at a secret Dunwall location. He then decides that he cannot risk their lives along with his own and breaks it off -- everyone's miserable, everyone hates it, but the man is stubborn. (Thomas knows about it and, because at the time they were still together, Curnow knows about it, too. Everyone knows.)

After doing their best (not really) to get over him, Jess and Corvo decide it's time to get back their man. Jess likes the tables, so... here she is, walking into casinos, underground gambling dens, and the occasional half-hearted police raid in more and more risqué, gorgeous dresses.

Let's see how long it takes before Daud folds.

(Ask meme.)

#dishonored #royal ot3 #corvo x jessamine x daud #ask meme #unwritten stories

[kaijuborn]

I'm hosting a Dishonored Kinktober event this year, for artists and writers alike!

There are two prompts/kinks for each week - you can either choose which one you want to do, or do both, or combine them!

Dishonored Kinktober 2023 prompts:

Week 1 (Oct. 2nd-8th) - collar kink + knifeplay

Week 2 (Oct 9th-15th) - uniform kink + public sex

Week 3 (Oct 16th-22nd) - misuse of void magic + praise kink

Week 4 (Oct 23rd-29th) - bondage + frottage

Tag your works as #dhkinktober2023 and/or link them in the comments of this post, and have fun! :D

#dishonored #kinktober #dhkinktober2023 #corvo attano #daud #teague martin #emily kaldwin #the outsider #dishonored 2 #corvo x daud #corvo x outsider #billie lurk #the whalers #meagan foster #jessamine kaldwin #alexi mayhew #kirin jindosh #mindy blanchard #corvo x jessamine #daudcorvo #corvosider

[rosedragonblast]

Dishonored. Story Change.

This is an AU that plagued (pun not intended) my mind since i thought about Jessamine actually surviving or nor being assassinated at all.

* Jessamine is alive, obviously. She wasn't assassinated for several different reasons and events.

* Burrows is focused on capturing the throne for himself, not covering up his mess with the plague. He slowly starts to mess with the common folk, getting a hold of certain territories for his benefit.

* Plague does not exist in Gristol. Other problems do bother the city still.

* Daud and Corvo are childhood friends who grew up together. They roamed streets of Karnaca and loved to dream about going to other lands. They were separated when Corvo was sent to Dunwall.

* Daud is not an assassin. Whalers are a group of professional spies who collect information for money, and only sometimes kill.

* Jess ans Corvo are in a friends with benefits type of relationship. They like each other and care about one another, but are not crazily in love. They have a second child which will be raised by Corvo and Daud named Edward.

While searching for the needed info, Daud's men collected the data about Burrows' plan to find an assassin to kill Jessamine and kidnap Emily, framing Corvo for the murder. Not having any other choice than to save his friend, Daud kills Burrows and stops the coo in it's tracks.

The main leverage of the story, at first, is to find the killer and to find and understanding of the situation. As Corvo and Jess gather info, they start to unwrap Burrows' plan and find out more about the supposed killer. Eventually, Corvo and Daud meet, and they have to resolve their issues if they want to continue their relationship.

Minor facts about the AU:

* Corvo is only 3 years older than Jess. He left Serkonos when he was 14 and was chosen as lord protector quite young. Canonically their age gap is 7 years.

* Jess and Corvo became sexually involved only when she turned 18, but Emily was born only a few months later. She is a teenager at the start of the story.

* All of the main characters have pets. Daud with a direwolf named Pandyssia, Corvo with several rats, Emily with a sparrow and Jessamine with a cat.

* Corvo will be in relationship with both Daud and Jessamine. Both won't really mind since Daud's backstory is changed.

* Emily is still romantically involved with Wyman at some point. He is made a male for certain story points to exist.

#corvo attano #corvo x daud #corvodaud #dishonored #knifecrow #au #gay #yaoi #jessamine kaldwin #emily kaldwin #daud #whalers

[azucarera-art]

broke: knifecrow, royalknife, royalcrow

bespoke: royalknifecrow

#dishonored #corvo x daud x jessamine #ot3 #royalknifecrow #knifecrow #corvo attano #jessamine kaldwin #daud #corvo x jessamine #corvo x daud #daud x jessamine

[o-avosetta]

20 questions for fic writers

(tagged by @blackcoffeewrites63) (Anyone who follows, feel free to fill up also, and just tag me if you do. 😊)

ETA: My fics, including the ones I've linked here, have been restricted to registered AO3 users because of AI scraping. Sorry if that stops someone from reading; hope you give AO3 a chance anyway.

How many works do you have on A03?

seven (7)

What’s your total A03 word count?

354,288

What fandoms do you write for?

Video games; mainly Stardew Valley, with forays into Dishonored, Transistor, Potion Permit, and Skyrim.

What are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Hmm, the answer to this doesn't spark joy, so I'm going to skip it.

Do you respond to comments? Why or why not?

I try to get to all of them. I'm just happy people reach out.

What is the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

I would say my Skyrim fics. Since I've moved onto writing more comforting things, I don't really like to think about them (hence my skipping the kudos question).

What’s the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I guess the cutest ending would go to Only if You're Free, and the ending I've been most satisfied with belongs to The Lost Wardens.

Do you get hate on fics?

Haven't yet. Hope it never happens.

Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Nah. I'm too shy.

Do you write crossovers? What’s the craziest one you’ve written?

I've written one, the Dishonored/Transistor crossover where Jessamine lives.

Have you ever had a fic stolen?

No. Again, hope it never happens.

Have you ever had a fic translated?

Someone recently reached out to me about this! I am waiting to see what they do.

Have you ever co-written a fic before?

Tried once, but we kind of wrote ourselves into a corner. Wouldn't mind trying again sometime, though.

What’s your all-time favorite ship?

Don't really have one. Since I write in video game fandoms, the dominant pairings are usually NPC/PC.

I guess I am a fan of the canon Corvo/Jessamine, because the power on her side and age on his side makes for interesting dynamics in the hands of some really good writers. And I like Corvo/Daud or Corvo/Jess/Daud when the writer treats Daud's asexuality thoughtfully. There was also one post-canon Corvo/Aramis/Hypatia fic that was really interesting and sensitive as well.

What’s a WIP you want to finish but doubt you ever will?

I only think of something as a WIP if I know how it ends and am dedicated to getting it there. If I start something and don't end up finishing it, I demote it to writing exercise.

What are your writing strengths?

People have told me that my food descriptions make them hungry, to the point that one friend gets a snack before reading anything I've tagged with Food. I am kind of proud of that.

In general, description is one of my favorite things to practice.

What are your writing weaknesses?

"Write what you know" is kind of a crutch for me. I second-guess whether my characters come off as authentic whenever there's something I don't have direct experience with.

It's funny, though, because I also struggle to write anything set in my own country/culture. In this case, I'm afraid of coming off as too middle-class and/or too Americanized.

Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language in fic?

Only in the languages I know, or if I know a native speaker who can double-check for me.

First fandom you wrote for?

X-Men Evolution. None of the fics are published anywhere. My friends and I wrote and traded them on floppy disks.

Favorite fic you’ve written?

So far, it's The Lost Wardens.

#writing #personal #fiction #fanfiction #dishonored fanfiction #sdv fanfiction

[aimlessfool]

I am not immune to a pretty lady <3

Bonus husbands

#dishonored #corvo attano #daud #jessamine kaldwin #royal ot3 #art #digital art #hello sooo I fell into the royal ot3 hole #and sorry for no art my brain hates me x"D #AT LEAST I managed to finish this!!!! #also procreate is so nice to draw in omg!!

[amazinmango]

Daud is middle spoon i will not be taking questions at this time

#royal ot3 #corvo x daud x jessamine #dishonored

[arcasathom]

Dishonored Utopic World- Fanart

20 hours in 9min on SpeedArt: https://youtu.be/r-raJV6KNO

Full art on my Behance: 

https://behance.net/gallery/104981019/Dishonored-Fanart-A-Utopic-diferent-world

#Dishonored #Dishonored 2 #Dishonored2 #Dishonored doto #Dishonored corvo #Corvo Attano #Corvo #CorvoAttano #Emily Kaldwin #Jessamine Kaldwin #corvo x jessamine #Dishonored Daud #Daud #Outsider #Anton Sokolov #Billie Lurk #Billielurk #Dreide #Dreid #Utopic #Fanart #Games #Lore #Drawing #Draw #Digitalart #digitalpainting

[secondarythings]

Sharing my Dishonored fanfics

Slow burn royal OT3 with so far 90% talking

#Dishonored #corvo attano #daud #Jessamine Kaldwin #royal ot3 #corvo x jessamine x daud #fanfiction #billie lurk

[screwtheprinceimtakingthehorse]

26 and 39 for the ask game !

26. What would you describe as OOC?

In my reading and writing experience, what's in or out of character changes with the worldbuilding/AU. If the writer can sell it, I'm on board. (I'm personally also very happy to just slap the crack tag on something when I feel I'm veering too far off course, and then lean the fuck into it.)

Most of the time, I feel stuff crosses the line into "too OOC" or something when fundamental aspects/traits of that person fly out the window for reasons that are not well enough established or executed.

39. Wildest AU scenario you have written?

I was gonna say maybe the one where Daud is a mob boss and starts romancing Corvo (Head of Security for Jessamine's company) after running into him at a coffee shop; including a sort-of-blind-date dinner during which Corvo is never quite sure whether he's going to be abducted any minute.

But then I remembered that I once wrote James Bond x Avengers crossover fic, so I think it's gonna have to be that one.

(ask me things)

#jotarowan #ask meme #ask #reply

[laur-rants]

Fic Update - Wolfbann

Chapter 10 - With a Second Chance

Fandom: Dishonored Ship: Corvo/Daud, Past Jessamine/Corvo Rated: Mature Chapter Synopsis: Headaches are a bitch and a half.

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Once the deluge started, it didn't stop.

Whispers followed Corvo back to the boat, his head throbbing -- pelted with rain and filled with unwanted thoughts from the city below. It was a constant barrage, one that threatened to drown his own thoughts, pulling him under, carrying him downstream. It made his legs shake and his stomach turn. He couldn't even face Samuel for the whole ride, preferring to keep his fractured emotions hidden, preferring to let the laughing mask do the talking from under their shared umbrella instead.

Sam didn't ask. He didn't need to. Corvo knew, with every ragged breath and jerked motion, that no words were needed to convey that the mission had been an absolute failure.

Failure.

Failure failurefailurefailureluredthelure was cast and I wonder if I should check it once we get back. The anchor needs pulled in too before it floods at the Pub and -

Corvo shuddered and reeled his mind in again, his vision blurring from nausea and the realization that those soft thoughts were Sam's. Corvo swallowed hard and eyed Samuel carefully, but the boatman didn't seem to even realize the intrusion had occurred, wasn't even aware of the turbulent mind somehow brushing across his.

Others floated in and out as they passed houses and boats -- flashes of annoyance at the weather, fear for family or children, the smug passing of coin, the hot anger of a man towards his dog--

Corvo turtled his mind as best he could. He didn't know how to stop the torrential downpour. He wasn’t even sure that he could.

And the rain splattered and fell, again and again and again.

------

“Has he come down yet?”

Apprehension. Solidarity. Bergamot. Geoff.

“Not yet, but then again, he had a rough night. Has he even said anything since you got back?”

Passionate. Intuitive. Grease and lye. Callista.

“Give him time. He clearly hit a dead end, and not finding Emily can't have been easy on him.”

Gentle. Understanding. Seawater and wood polish. Samuel.

“Oh, he'll get over it. Or at least, he needs to, if he's ever going to get the Empress back.”

Smoke and mirrors. Too clean and proper. Oiled. Martin.

“Perhaps if you didn't give him terrible leads, he wouldn't be so defeated in the first place!”

“I merely nudged him in a direction and he did what he wanted to with that information. But if he wants to become an unpredictable wild cur I won't stop him, since he is certainly living up to the-”

The words downstairs were cut off by the clear sound of palm hitting cheek. Corvo jerked, the phantom pain of the blow blossoming on his face in the exact spot where Martin was just struck. The simultaneous surprise of the group mixed with his own, making his thoughts muddied and his senses overloaded momentarily. He sat up from his prone position on the floor and shook his head, massaging his face as the pain died away.

A sharp sense of self consciousness was the last emotion he caught before pulling away from the collective minds he was eavesdropping on. From below him he heard a door open and close; light feet quickly rushed up the stairs, accompanied by fast breathing and soft mutterings. Corvo turned his head from where he sat on the landing, eyeing Cecilia as she appeared from the stairwell. Her flushed face, already colored with anger, went a deeper shade of red as her gaze found Corvo on the floor. Her dusty scent bloomed with fear, but it subsided into a different emotion as she caught Corvo's eye, one hand massaging his jaw. She inhaled and looked away before mustering the courage to look back and nodding out a greeting. He nodded back, catching her before she disappeared completely into her room.

Downstairs, the talk erupted once again.

“What, none of you were going to stop her?”

“And why would I, Martin, when that was one of the most entertaining things I'll see all day?”

“You're all as bad as a pack of river krusts. As if I needed a reason for this persistent headache to worsen.”

“Oh? You have one too? Must be the weather. I always get heavy-headed when the pressure drops this time of year…”

Corvo gritted his teeth, a hand running over his mouth and scratching his stubble. His fingers tightened and he fought the urge to reach out with his mind again, to brush his emotions against theirs, to feel that sense of a connection--

He got up off the floor. He silently went upstairs. And he didn't dare tempt himself to try and go downstairs again.

------

Instinct.

The word was like a curse, something powerful that looked good on paper but never lived up to its intended promises. Corvo tried it on his tongue and it sounded nowhere close to a blessing.

Raindrops pounded out a rhythm against the window as his heart pounded its own song against his ears, the pressure only a mild irritation against the buzzing of his thoughts. He glared out at the rain, hands in pockets, searching the pub’s grounds for something invisible that his mind and body ached for.

If he was being honest, he should have seen something like this coming. Ever since escaping Coldridge -- and maybe even earlier still, back when he had first changed -- he’d experienced moments where he felt as if his thoughts and emotions weren't his own. He had merely waved it off as paranoia, not as another mind connecting with his own. But ever since his encounter with that masked assassin, Corvo decided he preferred paranoia over… whatever this was.

There was no denying it: he had lunged his mind at the assassin -- Whaler, he recalls Geoff calling them, those followers of Daud. It had been an instinctive assault, one fueled by rage and anger, not direction. So when his emotions were thrown forward like a weapon, he was stunned to silence when the mind behind that wall he was just as surprised as he was.

And the worst part was, once Corvo hit that confused wall, he had wanted nothing more than to find a way around it. He had been infuriated, confused, and lost, but most of all…

He wanted that connection. He needed it, he craved it. It was instinct, to seek out the song of someone else, to have it resonate with his own.

And Corvo Attano hated it.

For one, he was tired. He didn't sleep well. On top of being drenched and having few dry articles upon arriving at the Hound Pits, his mind was like a broken dam; the thoughts flowed out and poured in, mixing together in an all-too-loud cacophony. He's sure he caused at least one or two late night disturbances amongst the pub residents, all of whom shrugged if off as a bad dream before going back to sleep. As he gained finesse he learned he could quietly brush against a single mind or multiple, keeping his own thoughts blocked off. Unfortunately, he couldn't sustain the connection; like using his powers, forcing a mental bond drained him, especially if it was only one way.

But Corvo was learning. Slowly, he discovered that everyone had their own distinct mental colors and emotional flavors. From the cool lavenders of Sam to the mustard yellow of Martin and the greens and reds of Cecilia and Callista, he could simply pass by and know who's mind he was reaching out to. He tried not to intrude too much -- he didn't want to invade their privacy like that, not when they all gave him the space he requested -- but it was enough.

At least, that's what he told himself. As soon as he brushed by he pulled away, sequestered his thoughts, and tried to ignore the anxiety that fought to drown him when he wasn't actively reaching out for, for...

Something.

He sighed and paced the room. Evening was falling, and still he holed himself in the attic with no interest in interacting with the others. A few times Callista or Geoff had come up to knock; he hadn't answered, but the plates of cleared meals and dirty utensils meant their visits weren't entirely ignored. He just couldn't face them or their good intentions when he still felt all wrong -- now mentally, in addition to emotionally and physically.

He busied himself by checking his heavy, waterlogged coat. It had been hung up to dry as soon as he returned but after almost a day, the sleeves still felt damp at the edges. He shook it experimentally: droplets rained down, freed from the fabric. He sighed, wringing out a sleeve. At this rate, it was a matter of waiting for the weather to clear or for his jacket to dry. Corvo didn't want to wait, not when his senses pulled and his skin itched, but what other options did he have? His leads were all dead ends, he had no idea where Emily was, and-

“She hears the call, but does not know how to respond. ”

Corvo paused, mind grinding to a halt at the sound of those phantom words. As if in response, the heavy thump of the bloodless Heart pounded out, still housed deep in the coat’s chest pocket. He dropped the sleeve he had been working on and instead dove his hand into the coat, pulling out the surprisingly dry and eerily warm device. He sneered at it, the mere sight of it sparking annoyance.

“What do you want?”

The Heart was silent in his hand, just the phantom beat reverberating in his ears and off the walls. He sniffed loudly, grip tightening. As if on cue, the Heart spoke again.

“You are so confused and angry, not seeing the answers even when they are right in front of you.”

Corvo breathed, unsure of the solution to the puzzle the Heart was presenting him. He stared at the mechanical monstrosity; it gently -- playfully -- beat back in his hand.

“What use is a mind if it cannot be harnessed?”

Corvo clenched his jaw as hopeful trepidation filled him.

“What if I don't like what I find?” he asked it, voice breaking.

“She hears you call, but cannot respond.” the heart repeated, it's voice filled with a soft sadness. Corvo stared at it silently, weighing his options. Then he ground his teeth down, closed his eyes, and let his mind reach out.

The glow of the sun breaking over a bitter winter day. The gentle breeze of spring. A relieved smile after a long day. The sigh in his ears spoke volumes more than any lengthy reply.

“My dearest Corvo,” the Heart breathed to him, tugging at painful memories. “Your hands are still as warm as the Serkonan summer.”

His stomach turned in revulsion even as he drew the Heart closer, bringing it up to his face and pressing it close.

“Jessamine,” he cried, hating how his voice collapsed into a drawn, painful whine. “Empress, what have they done to you?”

“That isn't Jessamine,” a cold, clear voice told him. “At least, not as you knew her.”

Corvo snarled, tears blurring his vision as he threw a clawed hand out, but the Outsider was already gone, appearing to his left, a scowl on his face.

“Really, Corvo, when will you learn that doesn't work?”

“You,” Corvo growled out. Around him, his room warped into abyssal stone; the Outsider paced as the Void stretched out behind his inhuman form. Corvo's body burned in response to entering the Void, the magic of it all around him -- but he refused his desire to transform, keeping the Heart of Jessamine firmly in his grasp. The familiarity resting in his palm caused his stomach to sink as much as it made his chest feel light. His lip curled as he held the device out for the whale god see. “What kind of witchery trick is this?”

The Outsider blinked, looking owlishly between the Heart and Corvo’s feral face.

“You mean to tell me you don't appreciate your gift?”

“Gift? Who gifts a man with the heart of their dead lover? Do you find this funny? A joke?” The words tumbled furiously from his mouth as he fought to maintain control of his head, his emotions, his body -- everything.

“Yes, a gift.” The Outsider repeated, frowning. “It was your birthday, after all. A new year, a new body, a new start: a new you.” He motioned to the heart. “But I see you haven't even been using that device properly because you've yet to find your new home with it's help.”

“Screw that new home, screw your gifts, damn them to the Void and back,” Corvo snapped out, his anger getting the better of him. “And screw your fucking instincts, I'm tired of knowing--” he huffed, limbs shaking. “Knowing nothing. I'm no closer to finding Emily, and every day I think I have a grasp on something, it's twisted on its head!”

Corvo clenched and unclenched his fist, staring at it unhelpfully as magic smoked off, leaving smoldering black claws in its place. The Outsider watched at him silently, head tilted.

“Why are you even here,” Corvo asked, defeated. “It's not like you will help.”

“No,” the Outsider said plainly, “but that device is trying to help you. Since you're so thick, I have to intervene on its behalf.”

The Outsider held out a hand, beckoning for the Heart in Corvo's palm. Corvo eyed him carefully, unwilling to part with it now that he was fully aware of what the thing actually was. A gentle waft of reassurance crossed the connection between himself and the Heart; at the mental go-ahead he proffered the Heart of Jessamine Kaldwin for the whale god to take.

Cold hands curled easily around leather; the Outsider squeezed the Heart lightly, and after moment of stillness a small ghostly caricature of the late Empress wafted up from the device.

Empty eyes stared blankly. A pale face smiled.

And Corvo's sharp inhale sank deep into his chest like a dagger.

“No.”

No, this wasn't happening. No, this couldn't be what was actually going on. No, he did not want to relive this, not again…

“No, it's not the Empress,” the Outsider calmly explained. “Just a fragment of her soul, held within a cage. She is not alive, and not really dead. But she remembers you, and she knows Emily.”

The Leviathan's long, thin fingers let go of the Heart. It hung in the air, in limbo between Corvo's warmth and cold Eternity.

“Why don't you ask her where to go?”

“No.”

Corvo wanted to cry. He stared at the Heart -- at the ghost of the Heart, trapped in a shell and smiling at him -- and wanted to collapse. He wanted to run, to scream, to gnaw and bite his own arms off. His voice betrayed him.

He broke.

“No,” he choked. He turned. “No, I want to leave. I want off this ride. I can't… do whatever the fuck this is anymore.”

The Outsider frowned.

Corvo started walking.

And ended up in the shadow of the Leviathan itself.

The chill was suffocating; he gasped as it gripped his mind and body and held him in place. From the inky depths the boyish form of the Outsider materialized, his emotionless eyes judging Corvo's every move. The pressure weighed him down like the ocean itself; Corvo fought to keep form, to even stand on his own two feet.

“And where will you go, Corvo Attano?” The Outsider boomed into his ears, echoing in his skull. Every step, every innocent brush of his fingertips brought pounds upon pounds down onto Corvo's shoulders and he buckled under it. “What will you do? You will be gone, and I'll watch as your instincts eat your body, consume your mind. You will lose yourself. You already feel it, don't you? You can't keep going forward alone, Corvo. That end will only bring you madness.”

Corvo's teeth grew painfully even as he gnashed them together, grinding them down against the mounting suffocation. He whined, fighting the cry clawing its way out of his throat.

“You need help,” the Outsider drawled on. “I've given it to you; I can just as easily take it away, leaving you to a mad dog’s fate.”

He reached out, grabbing Corvo's clenched wrist. Corvo screamed, his left hand on fire as the Mark burned and fizzled away, turning to ash on the wind. He gaped at the Outsider. The god simply stared through him.

And then, all at once, it happened.

The transformation was violent, exploding from his skin in ribbons of flesh and fur and bone, his body lurching and rippling against his will. Corvo screeched, his voice dripping with Void song, warping the very reality around him.

And still the Outsider held on, watching, as cold as stone while he watched Corvo Attano fell apart.

“It's so disappointing,” he said casually, and Corvo's body jerked, ears twitching, the Outsider's voice the only thing cutting through the haze of his fevering mind. “But not unexpected. You were so stubborn and strong-willed, even before I marked you. It's why I marked you; I saw your potential to control this powerful magic given to you. And my, you've been so lovely to behold.”

The Outsider smiled. His grip twisted and Corvo yowled, his heavy form pitching forward.

When he landed on the abyssal stone, the wolf was knocked off of him and he coughed, choking and coiling under the pain.

“You have been given a taste of the fate I saved you from once,” the Outsider said, his smiling eyes venomous and clear and far from friendly. “And can save you from again. Now. Are you willing to try, a second time?”

Corvo breathed, his wrist still bent in the stinging grasp of the Outsider's unrelenting fingers. His blurred vision focused on the huge whale floating past, careening out its sad song. He shivered, coughed deep in his chest, and nodded.

The Outsider grinned.

“Excellent.”

Corvo's palm burned bright once more; the Mark reappeared, clear as day, as if it never left. Corvo eyed it uneasily, fingers flexing as the magic seeded itself into his hand in a sensation that was all too familiar. The Outsider grasped his hand and pulled him off the floor -- a surprisingly human move, but Corvo tried not to dwell on it as he stumbled onto his unsteady feet.

“I would have hated to see you devolve into a rabid beast,” the deity cheerfully continued, his earlier ominous performance seeping away. “I've seen it happen before; some wonderfully individualistic and morally grounded people who refused my help and sadly, passed away from various means hours later.”

Corvo stared at him. The Outsider smiled mischievously. The whale god then gestured with a twirl of his hand; Corvo followed the motion and saw the Heart hanging, still suspended.

Still waiting for him.

Corvo swallowed. He stepped forward and reached out with his thoughts.

“I'm sorry,” his emotions pleaded. “I'm sorry I couldn't save you.”

“The dead cannot forgive the living,” she told him solemnly.

“I never got to say goodbye,” he told her desperately as his hand curled around the warm, familiar leather. Only bittersweet affection beat back against his touch.

“A mind with no direction will only wander.”

“Tell me what I need to do,” he murmured down to her Heart, her love, in the palm of his hand.

“She hears your call, but she cannot find you. You are...too good at hiding.”

“Emily?” Corvo asked, and soft affirmation flowed across the bond his mind had created with the device. “But how do I call to her? How do I know where?”

“Focus, feel. You have already been searching. Your own heart will find the way home.”

Corvo breathed out, the Heart an encouraging presence in his palm. He closed his eyes. Across the Void, he let his mind spread out, following the direction given.

The sound of bells on a clear spring day. The smell of petrichor. Memories of lilies from the garden.

Emily.

When Corvo opened his eyes, there she was.

Except she wasn't there at all.

He was in the Void in the Hound Pits Pub; she was far away, facing someone else, her small body covered in a thick jacket, keeping in warmth and repelling the rain. He smelled thick grass and old wood and ancient trees. And something else, a tang that hung heavy like ozone and clung to everything like a shroud.

His neck bristled. There was an unknown magic here. One that was reaching out and wrapping hungry arms around--

“Emily.”

The girl's head turned to a woman's voice. Corvo could see the shine of her eye, the color on her cheeks despite the weather and he whined. “We're almost there. Are you ready?”

Emily bit at her lip. She nodded and held a hand out; a gloved hand slipped into hers, cold and wet with rain. Corvo's eyes narrowed and his mind searched for the owner of that hand.

Roses and thorns. The woman's head jerked; unlike Emily, she was fully aware of Corvo as soon as his mind brushed hers. He froze, caught in his intrusion as her eyes locked with his.

“What,” the woman gaped. A growl grew behind her words, the shadow readying to leap at him or flee from him. “But-- how did you--”

From somewhere else, another connection made itself known. Oddly familiar, it rushed in like the wind, blowing up from behind Corvo -- heavy, wild, powerful. The woman instinctively shrank away, her grip on Emily tightening as she made to sever the link with Corvo as quickly as she could.

And as she did, that exceptional force threatened to ground her.

“Billie,” the voice snarled out, and Corvo choked , pressed down and out of the way. The power of the voice was incredible, a massive thing undeterred by the strain of piggy-backing off of the weak connection Corvo had unknowingly created. “Billie, what do you think you're--”

But the woman panicked, immediately severing all connection with Corvo and this new individual. The blow-back left Corvo gasping, scrabbling to find himself as he realized that Emily was also gone, Emily, Void, where--

“Corvo.”

Suddenly the heavy weight of the new voice slammed into him, hitting his shoulder and coalescing into a rough grip. He blinked, momentarily stunned, and turned towards the newcomer. A man stood there, dressed in red, wearing the outfit of an assassin, steel blue eyes boring into his, and scars… scars...

Corvo's mind derailed.

“You,” he snarled, his body and mind boiling. His lip snarled and curled and the assassin known as Daud just frowned, his grip tightening where it rested on Corvo's shoulder. “Why are you--”

“Where was she, Corvo.”

It wasn't a question, it was an order, a demand. And all it did was make Corvo’s rage boil over.

“I will never tell you,” he spat out, hating how the hand on his shoulder didn't budge, hating how he couldn't twist away from those fingers, didn't want to--

“This isn't a game, Attano,” Daud growled back, his teeth and eyes flashing, crackling with underlying arcane energy. It was overwhelming and heady, but Corvo still managed to sneer in response. “If I don't know where my assassin took Emily, she may be dead, or worse.”

“Worse?” Corvo asked, unable to stop the question from blurting out. “What could possibly be worse than--”

“Sir?”

They both froze. Corvo watched as those surgical eyes went wide and he himself bristled in surprise. Daud turned; behind him, a single masked whaler stood.

And then, Corvo felt the weight of fifty more minds slam into his.

“Daud, sir--”

“Daud--”

“Sir--”

“What--”

The cacophony grew louder and and louder as a dozen different emotions tangled together and intertwined. Corvo gaped stupidly as Daud's jaw worked, the rage simmering under the surface as his mind compartmentalized each assassin in turn. Through the haze, Corvo only caught glimpses -- confusion, worry, interest, annoyance, irritation and --

“Wait. Attano?”

He froze. The mind that reached out to him was familiar, but only just. Corvo remembered it from behind a wall, one that was erected to stop his mind from rampaging into the other's. He found the whaler, and the whaler found him.

The ripple of realization meant more than fifty emotions and inquiries suddenly beelined straight to Corvo. He heard them all in his mind’s eye, all of their fear and confusion and curiosity and statements of whatwhenhowwhy colliding and mixing together. He stumbled under the wave, his panic rising.

“Damn it all,” Daud said, a note of desperation in his own voice and thoughts. His grip tightened, claws digging into the meat of Corvo's arm as he turned to face the bodyguard. Behind him, the voices of the assassins muffled down to a murmur and faded out; it took Corvo a second to realize that Daud had blocked the rest of them out --five dozen or so voices, in an instant, and all on his own.

“Corvo,” he said again, his voice as clear and as sharp as ice. Even so, Daud looked oddly sad, but he managed to shake the expression away. “Find me and you'll find Emily. That's a promise I intend to keep.”

Daud adjusted his grip; Corvo didn't take the opportunity to jerk away.

“A clue,” Daud pleaded. “Please. Anything.”

Corvo stared at him. His eyes traced the scars skirting down Daud's face, realizing they were like his scars, that years ago some wild wolf did to Daud what Daud to him--

“Corvo.” The assassin sounded so desperate. Corvo felt lightheaded.

Death or worse. Death or worse.

“Old wood,” muttered out, despite his earlier proclamation. “Wet grass. Fields. And a magic, a different kind of magic from ours.”

Ours. Spirits, why did he say --

Warm appreciation filled him from head to toe, making his senses spin. He closed his eyes, soaking in the emotion, but as soon as he registered it it was gone, severed, and he was thrown bodily from the Void.

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Corvo hit the wood floor of the attic with a thud, knees giving out and buckling under him. Sweat dripped from his face and he gasped in a breath; outside the thunder crashed like a breaking wave, shaking the whole pub. In his hand, the Heart beat wildly, reminding him that what he just witnessed wasn't all some crazy fever dream.

He sat up, body shaking and head swimming. Despite his exhaustion, his rigor was renewed with a greater clarity and sense of purpose.

Find me. Find Emily.

Fur flowed and bones popped and a shaggy body turned towards the window, pushing it open and slithering out. Despite the rain and the depth of night, Corvo moved with grace, pushing his wolfen body with every beat of that second heart in his head.

I’ll find you, Daud. And when I do, I better find Emily, too.

He just prayed he wasn't already too late.

#dishonored #corvo attano #daud #the outsider #jessamine kaldwin #corvo x daud #corvo/daud #emily kaldwin #long post #fic #my fic #fanfic #my fanfic #werewolf au #dishonored au #wolfbann #wolfssegner #i tried everything to get the read more to work this time #nothing did it #:CCC #BUT HEY #corvo and daud finally interact #kinda #:DDDD

[rosedragonblast]

AU sketch

This is a bit of a sketch for an upcoming fic. This AU includes several different aspects. One of them includes Jessamine being alive. Daud has a direwolf named Pandyssia, whom he saved from the streets. Other aspects might be posted in a separate post. Enjoy X)

Pandyssia walks into the office, casually finding her place at Daud's feet. He almost finishes with his job, so he lets himself pet her. The direwolf huffs and lays down, putting her head on her own paws. She twitches a little when she hears a distant sound. But, upon analysing the smell through several sniffs, she relaxes and comes back down. It calms Daud a bit as well. If she knows who it coming in this direction, it's okay to let the guard down. And indeed, it is. Corvo, sliding through a slightly open door, stops and waves a bit, showing his teeth with a smile.

— I thought it must have been someone familiar, — Daud looks at Attano briefly, while attending to the document seconds later. — Come in. I'm almost finished.

— Panda warned you, didn't she? — Corvo smiles and notices wolf's body sticking out from under the table. — Hey pretty girl. How are you?

Pandyssia yawns and stretches, answering with a quiet whine and a howl. Corvo reaches out and ruffles her fur. She bites him slightly in response.

— Do you look out for Daud how i asked you to? Good.

Corvo laughs quietly and comes closer to Daud. He looks at movements of Daud's hands. How he picks up and signs papers. How he whispers to himself, reading the text. Corvo leans in hust when Daud puts the feather in it's place, as to not to make Daud spill the ink all over the table. 

— Corvo. 

— Mmm?

Attano doesn't hesitate, starting from Daud's neck. He massages slowly, releasing the tension. Daud almost succeeds in containing a moan, but it still escapes his lips. Corvo huffs and continues down, squeezing shoulders. Royal protector leans further, kissing Daud on the cheek.

— Are we gonna go to bed?

— Would be the best thing ever. 

— Especially considering that Jess gave us a day off...

— What do you mean by that? — Daud looks up at his lovers' face, 

— She said that we worked a bit too hard on the last case. So, she said that she will spend time with Emily, while we can have all the time to ourselves. You do know what this means, right? At least, for this night. 

Daud laughs, letting Corvo kiss his lips. They exchange a soft, slow, yet romantic kiss, holding onto each other. Panda growls slightly. She doesn't like when humans ignore her. 

— Okay, okay. We're going. 

They leave the room, following the direwolf up the stairs. She goes to Daud's bedroom, while men slip into Corvo's chambers. He doesn't really wait until Daud turns around, pressing him against the wall. 

— You impatient bastard. 

— You love me for it. 

Daud can't really complain. Especially when Corvo already starts to tale his pants off.  

#corvodaud #corvo attano #corvo x daud #dishonored #knifecrow #jessamine kaldwin #gay #text post #my text

[desert-dyke]

I think Corvo is a bottom thank u for coming to my ted talk

#dishonored #one exception there is maaaaybe corvo x daud #but i dont really ship it #but jessamine x corvo #you donr just be an empress sleeping with ur royal protector and not ride him

[illusorygardens]

…dishonored x ff15. jessamine is sylva, corvo is titus, daud is ravus, emily is luna, billie is an armaugh, wyman is noctis, alexi is nyx, and the outsider is… idk an old astral or something.

low chaos for everyone because as much as i would LOVE to explore all of the consequences of high chaos (especially with the identity symbolism and the absolute moral depravity of the situation as a whole) i’m not feeling those vibes for this au?

man, imagine having “God Is Bad And We Can Prove It. Also If You Use Magic, You’ll Be Killed” people in a “The Gods Are Great And We Can’t Exactly Prove It But If You Use Magic, You’re Royalty” world.

anyway, titus is chilling in lucis and casually spying on the empire while carefully poisoning people against the empire and disappearing people when he meets sylva and they instantly recognize each other.

but when titus is rolling around as general glauca.

titus and sylva are just like “well this is happening i guess” and then there are rumors of general glauca and queen sylva getting together and they both just flat out lie about it.

and then sylva gets pregnant and they’re both fucking psyched about being parents again that they don’t even give a fuck that they’re doing it like this. Again.

and again! there’s rumors! especially because nobody outside of the king’s inner circle, sylva, and besithia know what glauca looks like! and because sure ravus has sylva’s coloring, he does not look like her outside of that.

regis, cor, clarus, and weskham: so titus is there something you have to tell us?

titus, sipping his coffee and grinning like a madman from a video of ravus taking his first steps: No.

and then weskham introduces his niece, who unfortunately fell into his custody after her parents were killed by daemons, whose name is valentina armaugh. she’s got a blind eye (that she was born with) and a prosthetic arm (from the accident). titus is not entirely impressed by the fact that billie is here, but then she starts bothering him every time he’s in altissia to talk to weskham.

and then ravus admits he’s daud, and titus basically says that ravus could use some more friends, maybe valentina should meet him. he doesn’t even say that he’s ravus’ father. he still Denies it, but he definitely acts like it.

anyways, whalers 2.0 but this time they’re nobility.

then luna is born and has to put up with daud as her older brother and billie being her honorary cousin. she’s also more than happy to relearn swordsmanship from titus and ravus.

she is also, approximately, 70% deadlier. sylva is longsuffering.

galahd falls and nyx is… sort of suspicious about whatever the fuck is going on in tenebrae because she’s seen this shit before. this has the lord protector and empress jessamine written all over it.

…but that drautos guy is oddly like the lord protector? he runs the glaives in the same way he ran the watch? so she shrugs her shoulders and heads on over to lucis because nobles are weird enough to do the corvo and jessamine thing again.

titus looks at nyx.

logically, favorites shouldn’t be played.

…but fuck man, it’s mayhew again. she was one of the few competent people in gristol… she’s probably one of the only competent people titus knows. he wants her as his second in command.

(she gets there. eventually. even if there’s some transphobia thrown her way.)

also. noctis. who is old enough to declare that gender is dumb and they don’t have one.

nyx points out that she’s pretty sure that’s a loophole in the prophecy.

noctis: prophecies are also dumb. i’m gonna elope with a pretty girl and live in the woods forever.

#invi.txt #your grief is an honor song au

[sp00kworm]

Maybe The Outsiders first time on land since sinking into the ocean or his complete lack of social skills, something like that. You're the writer here not me.

Pairing: (Slight) Corvo Attano x The Outsider

A/N: This is a short snippet of something I intend to properly finish one day. I do love Dishonored and the world just drags me back in time and time again. 

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Whale Song

The blood had run out. The Outsider remembered the vague sensation of losing the feeling in his extremities before the world had flickered slowly into darkness. He remembered trying to curl his fingers despite not being able to breathe as the dark spots blinked closer and closer to his sight. The last air left him as he wondered why he felt so cold. The Outsider hadn’t felt the cold of the water in many years. Thousands if he had kept track of time correctly. But he realised quickly that his years of experience had very little relevance in real, day to day life. Billie Lurk had gone to kill him. To avenge her mentor, perhaps? He found himself uncaring when he felt the void blade slice into his gut before she whispered his real name back to him. Fear pulsed through him similarly as to when he was laid bleeding out into the water as a young man, fingers grasping at nothing as he felt something snap within him. Thousands of years of power and the residual hum of power in his veins was gone. He gasped the first new breath of life clutching Billie Lurk with weak fingers, feeling the place around him grow cold and harsh as he was removed from his home.

 “Being human means, you’ll feel a lot worse than this, guppy.” Billie sighed as she wrapped him in the third blanket from the storage room, the fabric coarse and rough underneath his fingertips. The Outsider shivered underneath the layers, looking out of the thin glass windows at the choppy seas surrounding them in the middle of nowhere, floating on the ocean, heading back towards Dunwall and where they knew two people would be curious as to what was happening with the Void.

“I know well what it means to be human. I did used to be one, in case you had forgotten.” He snapped as she stoked the little furnace with a laugh and moved forwards on her stool, face looking younger for a smile. Billie Lurk had seen a lot in her time, but nothing was more amusing than a God pretending to remember what it was like to be starkly mortal.

“Although I know you were once a human, I don’t think you even remotely remember what it was like to be one.” She teased as he huddled in on himself, nose dripping with snot in the bitter cold of the seas.

“I can…vaguely remember what it was like. It was not a kind existence. I wasn’t granted a great start in life, and it ended all too early.” He uttered, young green eyes staring out at the sea as it rocked them back and forth. It was almost calming. Perhaps the Void was looking for him. He saw the great fins of a whale disappear underneath a great crashing wave and sighed bitterly. The ends of his fingers didn’t ripple with power, and he stared at them, willing the Void to himself only for it to end in failure like the rest of his attempts.

“None of us have it easy. Life’s a bitch like that.” Billie cursed with a harsh chuckle as she reached for a pipe and tapped the contents out into a small ash tray on her table. She pushed a knife inside to grind at the wood and ash inside before pushing tobacco inside and lighting it with a match. The Outsider curled his nose at the stench of smoke as he reached his hands out of the blanket and towards the flames to try and warm his palms. The sensation of burning heat made his fingers recoil before he took a breath and held his hands as close as he dared to the fire.

“Life is wonderful in all forms…I just wonder where my own will lead now.” He confessed as he rubbed at his knuckles and looked at his own pale skin, flushed with pumping blood underneath it.

Billie shrugged her shoulders, “Firsts things first, it leads you back to your precious Attano and Kaldwin. They can decide what to do with you after I get you there.”

 Disposed of. Billie wanted no ties to him. It made sense. She held a hatred towards him even with her sparing of him. A twisted sense of justice was for him to live his life out as a human. To suffer a mortal existence, and then to end, like he had watched so many of his chosen do, the latest having been Daud. He’d felt his hatred and his movement within the Void. Now Daud was cursed to wander it alone. Alone with the whale song singing in his ears as he peered into the endless shadows and reflections of blood and water.

“So, you are giving me away?” He droned as the heat seared at his fingertips, cold burning with heat in the tips of them as he pulled them back into the blankets. He blinked a few times, trying to get rid of the sleep from his eyes as the boat rocked harshly with a vicious wave.

Billie scoffed from her stool, her feet put up on the table as she looked at the maps before her, “I never wanted you to babysit in the first place, but I thought you deserved better than a watery grave of nothing.” She confessed as she puffed on her pipe, “I would much rather you be safe with Corvo Attano than shivering aboard my ship, Outsider.” She teased, blowing smoke rings before she reached for a pan to put on top of the furnace to heat up some tinned food.

 “I do not think they want to see me.” He whispered, rubbing his hands together under the coarse fabric as Billie poured a tin of beans into the pan and watched the heat begin to bubble the juice they were stored in. She unwrapped a loaf of bread and revealed cheese and jellied eels. He wasn’t a fan of eels, nor was he a fan of anything meat related, but he knew Billie would only roll her eyes if he protested. He would eat the beans, cheese and bread, but he would rather leave the jellified eels away in their tin. Billie could have his portion of those.

“Why wouldn’t they?” Billie looked at him with raised eyebrows, “They’re probably the only people that like you…” She added as she leaned over and stirred the pan of beans.

The Outsider scoffed, rubbing at the dark circles underneath his eyes, “Corvo saw me as a method to save his daughter, and his daughter saw me as a method to save her father.” He confessed, “I was only a persistent entity between the two of them. A common occurrence.” He watched Billy cut two slices of bread and place them on her least dirty plates from the cabinet before she cut thick wads of cheese and laid them on top of it before taking the beans from the wood stove and sharing it between them. The jellied eels were left on the table for herself as she handed the Outsider a spoon and his plate of food.

 Billie hummed around a mouthful of bread and cheese, “I think you’re being dramatic.” She snorted with laughter and a harsh smile before pointing her knife at him, the end piercing out of skewered cheese, “They don’t hate you and I think you believe that little Empress actually despises you. Let me tell you, I’ve spoken to the two of them, and neither of them hold any ill will towards you. Corvo once drank too much Orbon Rum and told me about the Whale God he saw in his sleep after Jessamine’s death. He’s a hard man to read, but he sometimes talks.” She shrugged her shoulders, “He doesn’t talk a lot, mind you, but I’ll be damned if I didn’t know just who he was talking about.” Billie chewed her cheese before grumbling, “That and the vicious nightmares Emily used to scream in. Or those she used to sleepwalk in. She’d climb the stacks of barrels sometimes and just sit, muttering to herself about nothing. I couldn’t understand her half the time.” Billie looked him in the eyes and saw a young man, scared and closed off from the world for too long. He was like a child.

“She dreamed of me for a long time. I used to pull her into the Void to take her away from her mother’s death. She…She liked the whales but…She screamed when she saw the wounds on their backs and…” He rung his hands, “She feared my eyes. Now she is just as headstrong as her father.” He chuckled as he picked at the bread and cheese.

 The woman across from him flicked her knife before pointing it at him, “No more lamenting about nothing. I’m sick of hearing you whine.” Billie grinned before pointing at the food on his plate, “Now eat up. We’re only a few days off the coast, and I doubt Corvo will be too happy with me rocking up in the gardens with you in tow.”

“You mean you haven’t sent anything ahead?” The Outsider smiled at Billie, ducking his head as he scooped some beans onto his spoon and took a small bite of bread and cheese.

“Like the Void I have.” She took a bite of bread and swallowed before kicking her boots off in front of the fire, “I want to see the look on Corvo Attano’s face when I give him the Outsider to babysit.” She grinned as the man before her laughed and moved back to scooping beans into his mouth. Billie moved to find her record player as the two of them finished up and chatted late into the rocky night on the boat.

 Dunwall was high walls and infinite stone. He’d seen it through many other eyes, and watched it fall in many different futures. He’d even watched the stones bleed red with Corvo’s revenge. All of them were possibilities that had never occurred. He walked slowly next to Billie, wondering if his clothing was out of place for the era’s current fashion. They got no extra glances as Billie bought two apricot tartlets and offered him one of the sticky treats to eat as she glanced around the plaza, eyes watching invisible enemies.

“The guards are still looking for you?” He asked as he peeled a corner of the pastry away and chewed it on his back teeth.

Billie shrugged, “Nope, not after Emily’s interventions, but I like to make sure I’m not going to get run down by an angry mob before I go anywhere in this place.” She chewed her own sweet down quickly before looking back at his. The Outsider was coated in pastry crumbs and sticky jam, looking at his hands with disdain at the sticky jam coating the ends of his fingers.

“Here, dumbass.” She laughed and handed him a napkin before pushing off the wall, “Now let’s go and find your little pets and get this over with.” The Outsider nodded and followed, wiping syrup from his fingers and onto the napkin as they headed towards Dunwall tower.

 The gardens were gorgeous. The Outsider watched the ocean from the wall, green eyes curious as he watched the fishing boat bob back and forth in the calm waters. A few street urchins ran around the bottom of the walls pilfering oysters and mussels that had washed up on the beach. Billie smoked her pipe from against the little outbuilding, her eye watching the rose arches as giggling ladies moved past, too and from the gazebo, eyeing up the strangers hidden in the shadows of the garden with curious eyes.

“Billie, you better have a good reason for being here.” Corvo’s gravelly voice drifted past The Outsider’s ears as he fiddled with his hands, nervousness eating away at his insides as the Lord Protector loomed over the both of them.

“Oh, I think you’ll love this reason, Attano.” She purred before pointing the end of her pipe at the man perched on the wall.

“A boy?” He asked with attitude, “What is he? A spy?” Corvo hissed before taking a step closer.

The Outsider turned on his bottom, swinging his legs over the wall with a sigh, “Not a spy. Just an old friend, my dear Corvo.”

 Silence. Corvo looked at him with confusion, brows furrowed low, the silver in his hair glinting in the light as the information set in.

“Fuck me.” He cursed before peering around and crowding the two of them into the outhouse, “What in the Void have you done now, Billie?!” He looked the Outsider in the eyes again, looking at the soft green of his miserable eyes as he scowled.

“Scowling makes you look so old, Corvo.” The Outsider droned as he watched the man before him.

“You need to be quiet while I understand just what in the Void is going on!” Corvo snapped as Billie sighed behind him.

“He’s human. Don’t ask me how or why. But he’s human, just like you or me. Surely you figured out something had gone wrong when your marks faded? Your powers are gone because he isn’t there to siphon them to you.” She blew smoke upwards before pushing the Lord Protector’s shoulder and moving out of the door, “Look after him, Lord Protector. He needs your help, just like you once needed his.” She smiled before closing the door, leaving Corvo with a man who used to be a God.

#corvosider #corvo attano #the outsider #corvo #dishonored #dishonored 2 #dishonoured #corvo attano x the outsider #corvo x the outsider #emily kaldwin #outsider #fanfiction #fanfic #my writing #snippets #death of the outsider #doto spoilers

[exultedshores]

🔥 about Daud x Martin? :D thank you for putting up with my bullshit LOLOL

(Send Me a 🔥 + a Topic, and I’ll Tell You My Honest Opinion About It)

Ah yes, bastard/bastard. A classic.

This ship has always had a Shakespearean vibe about it to me; it’s romantic, it’s passionate, and it’s destined to end in tragedy. They’re a Romeo and Juliet of their own making, the heretic and the believer who will always be on opposite sides of the battlefield. There’s a perpetual sadness about Daud/Martin that keeps me from getting too invested in the ship, because I’m soft and my heart is too easily broken – but man, they have amazing potential.

Daud/Martin isn’t my OTP for Daud (because Daud/Thomas owns my soul), but it is my OTP for Martin. Martin needs someone who can keep up with his intellect and his morality – and by morality, I mean immorality, really. Martin has done bad things, and as the Heart so aptly puts, his crimes weigh heavily on his spirit. And we know how many regrets Daud has, specifically regarding the murder of Jessamine. Both of them would understand the other’s guilt, and I think, if given the chance, they could help improve each other, lean on one another to become better men. That potential is what I love most about this ship.

Of course, there’s the fact that Martin is an Overseer and Daud is Marked, which… doesn’t exactly make for a stable home life, to put it mildly. It’s why I’ve always had trouble imagining Daud/Martin as a long-term relationship, or at least a stable long-term relationship. If Martin left the Abbey, things might work out, but he’s not likely to do that. And he shouldn’t, really, because no man is worth giving up your career for.

Perhaps, in a post-medium chaos ending to the first game, Daud and Martin could have built a solid relationship. If Corvo had spared Daud and ignored Martin during the high chaos scenario at the lighthouse, both would have survived, and neither would likely have had a clue what to do. Daud promised Corvo to stop killing, and Martin would have at least been dismissed as High Overseer, likely cast out of the Abbey entirely. They could’ve both retired, in that scenario, to try and figure out life together.

Please someone write that fic before I try to do it myself, I have too many projects already.

In summary, Daud/Martin is a great ship, I love their bastard/bastard dynamic and I may just be planning a fic or two for them as we speak.

#Dishonored #Daud #Teague Martin #Daud/Martin #ask #Shores answers #Shores rambles #Iva it's not bullshit #it's just your brand #and it's an A+ brand #love you <3