[Two Serkonans take a Trip to Dunwall, c. 1827, colorised]
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Duke Corvo Attano, the first of his line
... and the infinite number of reports, letters, requests, complaints, etc etc
and up close
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It'd been a long day, and yet all she wanted was a distraction. It wasn't that she didn't like Dunwall- she was glad her son had the chance to spend more time with his father, and the interest and demand for her craft was there. Yet Emma was home sick. She pined for the warmth of the hot Karnaca sun on her skin, the spices in the air, and all the nooks and crannies that felt familiar. She didn't have that in Dunwall.
But Deion and his girlfriend were so happy in their new home, and therefore Emma would just make do. She would adapt, as she always did.
A light knock at the door pulled her from her thoughts, and when she answered it, she smiled a little when she saw Corvo. She'd invited him over so many times, and she was glad he finally took her up on it.
"Lord Protector-" she teased her old friend. "c'mon in."
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I made my Dishonored OCs (Picrew)
Marisa Romero
And her daughter, Vivia
When Vivia grew up, she resembled her father more *wink wink* (her hair is supposed to be black but it blended with the background too much so I made it that brown-black color. I also edited her eye color because they didn’t have the color I wanted)
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it is that time again. that time where i replay dishonoured for the 3427892374892347th time. as one does, of course. the isles are a bit of a shithole but it's my shithole
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