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OOC;

yes hello hi i’m here it’s time for Supreme Angst Day, dishonored style 8D

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OOC;

hey hey! i’ve been busy the past couple days with video game stuff, but i’ll 100% for sure be here tomorrow, given what day it is. :’)

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ROLEPLAYING HISTORY

The rules are simple! Post ten characters you’d like to role play as, have role played as, and might bring back. Then tag ten people to do the same (if you can’t think of ten characters, just write down however many you can and tag the same amount of people). Aside from that, please repost instead of reblogging!

CURRENTLY PLAYING

Corvo (here) / Emily ( @shadcwempress ) / Outsider ( @acatastrophicevent ) / Dishonored OCs ( @frozenwhalesong & @theerrantmind )

A metric ton of Kingdom Hearts blogs -- Lea/Axel ( @burnfcryou ) / Ienzo/Zexion ( @arcanumlxbri ) / Terra ( @stonewill ) / Xigbar/Braig ( @bunoscionn ) / Vanitas ( @crackedvanities ) / and Xion ( @imaginxrydoll )

A few FFXIV blogs that are sideblogs to my personal ( @exscientiavir / @shroudedscholar / @silvcrtongued / @alandeathweaver )

Various other sideblogs that come and go like the wind.

WANT TO/WILL BE PLAYING

Kuja (Final Fantasy IX | will be) 

Soldier: 76 (Overwatch | want to)

Archer/EMIYA (Fate/series | want to)

HAVE PLAYED: (YOU HAVE UNLEASHED THE KRAKEN MY FRIEND)

Vincent Valentine (Final Fantasy VII)

Albert Wesker (Resident Evil)

Kakuzu (Naruto: Shippuden)

Grimmjow Jaegerjaques (Bleach | @panterareyazul )

Liquid Snake (Metal Gear Solid | @flawedserpent )

Revolver Ocelot (Metal Gear Solid | @peacemxkers )

Castiel (Supernatural | @angelus-errans-blog )

Kuronue (Yu Yu Hakusho | @forgottenchimaera )

Briefly Levi from Attack on Titan

Cassiel (FFVII OC | @subjects2 )

Ryo ( TWEWY OC | @variablekitten )

Anders ( Dragon Age | @trutinansiusto )

Fenris ( Dragon Age | @gleipnirglow )

Dante ( Devil May Cry, both classic and reboot @rebelnephilim )

...and many others, tbh.

WILL/WOULD PLAY AGAIN

Any and all of the above, tbh.

TAGGED BY: @knowyourstrictures TAGGING: nah

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OOC;

TFW your heacanon birthday for another muse (Xigbar from KH if anyone’s curious) is the exact same as Corvo’s. Entirely on accident.

Hot Dad Squad represent.

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We have Harvey's words about how Corvo & Jessamine smoked cigars together, and you can even find a cigar on his workdesk once you return to the Tower and search his room in DH2. So, apparently, Corvo smokes, at least occasionally. Any thoughts on that? How often does he do it, etc?

[[ Oh, you can? I’m gonna have to poke around in his room once I get there! Not that I wasn’t gonna anyway, but goodness.

I figured he smoked anyway, ‘cause of the comment about Jess and Corvo and this concept art where he’s got a cigarette in his mouth, but hm.

He doesn’t seem like a stress-smoker, so I think it’s a habit when he’s thinking about stuff, or working. Though in that case, he smokes cigarettes. He only tends to smoke cigars these days when he’s thinking about Jessamine – the cigar on his desk is because the whole thing did happen right around the anniversary, and that’s when he tends to get the box of Culleros out.

He doesn’t smoke to excess for the most part, only when he’s really contemplating a problem or thinking deeply. He keeps his cigarettes in his desk, pretty much.

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Go into my inbox and pitch ideas / plots / verses to me!

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hello!!!! im the person who had the aramis and corvo being friends headcanon and i saw the pic you drew and OMG!!!!! OMG. IT'S SO CUTE AND GOOD AND SWEET.

Thank you for your beautiful headcanons ;v;

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Just sketchs x)

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I really like this headcannon where Corvo knew Aramis before :’’)

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murderer-of-an-empress: 

“Lenses?”. Combining technology with magic was bad news. Somehow it made his skin crawl. It should not mingle, like throwing whale oil into fire. People would get hurt. And it just seemed like Delilah’s way to tread those paths. “If she did not destroy them already it is indeed a lead. Convenient that Jindosh is helping you.” He raised an eyebrow. The Inventor did not strike him as a helpful individual. And prior to all this he was working with their enemies. “Do you trust his information? Are you sure it won’t harm us in the end? 

I would like to meet him if possible. He let out a grunt as he checked his pouches. Fire was a sure way to deal with the damned insects. “Two.”, he grunted. I should have taken that flash-smoke when I had the chance. “The Duke was lazy about them. And his shit-pile of a guard keeps making more bodies for them to nest.” And their stings hurt like shit.

He was just about to add something when the other vanished, reappearing on a nearby roof. “So this is how it feels like.” The witch groaned and he longed to make her silent for good. But he felt the Royal Protector’s gaze burning his back. Have it your way then.

With a faint hiss he followed Corvo. “I did. And we need to be careful. They seem to possess powers passed down by Delilah.” Like I did with my men. “From what I have seen, they can blink like we do.” He scratched his neck as he remembered him wading towards Brigmore Manor fifteen years ago. “Watch out for hound skulls on the ground. They can summon dead hounds and command them as well as communicate with statues of Delilah. And conjure those strange vine plants. They smell like blood and the void. You will know them if you see one. They will lash out at you if you are too close.”

“They also conjure a smaller vines sharp like razors. And beware of their scream.” Delilah was entirely different matter. But for now she was away in Dunwall. But for Corvo it was the first time fighting another marked apart from himself. And he was positive Delilah and her coven were unaware of his presence here with Corvo. “Is there anything I should know?”, he added with a dry huff. The great Daud reporting to Corvo Attano.

Carefully, he crouched down, his eyes seeming to light up for just a split second. But apart from the bluish shades down below, he could not spy witches patrolling the Conservatory. Not with the Guard and Overseers patrolling Cyria Gardens. “Maybe we can enter through the first floor. I bet there are guards watching the entrances.” A brief pause and he turned to watch Corvo with a curious gaze. “How shall we proceed?”.

“I trust Jindosh about as much as I did Sokolov, fifteen years ago,” he says with a snort. “Which means I trust him to act in his own self-interest. And right now, that means he won’t lie to me.” He’s fairly sure he’d put the fear of the Void into the inventor when he’d threatened him -- an empty threat, but the man hadn’t known that -- with his own electroshock device, but even if he hadn’t he’s pretty sure Meagan’s done a good job of it. Jindosh won’t be tricking them if he knows what’s good for him.

Besides, he must have realized by now that helping the Royal Protector rescue the Empress and get her throne back would earn him Imperial favor. And someone like him was more concerned with research than causes -- as long as they funded him, he’d side with whoever. In this case, imperial was more likely to pay off than ducal.

He rolls his eyes beneath the mask. “Theodanis would be turning in his grave,” he mutters bitterly. “This place has gone to hell. Half the buildings are infested and I’ve never seen so many nest keepers and corpse nests.” He shakes his head. “Damn me for ignoring this until now.” 

It’s no time for regrets right now, though, and he tilts his masked head to listen to Daud’s information. It’s a bit strange, in a dark sort of way. The Knife of Dunwall reporting to the Royal Protector. (He makes a note once this is over to tell him how his former men were doing, the ones he’s taken in.)

“I know about your bond with them,” he says -- the other Whalers had told him, and he’d seen a twisted version of it with that Tyvian. “Delilah can do it too, then? Seems I’m the only one who can’t.” Not that he’d want to, as useful as it could be. Too big a risk in his position. So they can transverse -- not surprising, as it seems to be the simplest ability the mark can grant. The hounds and vines are a concern, but he’ll keep an eye out -- he does remember the way the Void had looked when Delilah had dragged him there, strangled by roots. It wasn’t a pleasant image even now, and it was strange to worry about the Outsider, but he didn’t like that Delilah could do that.

He smiles faintly beneath his mask when he notes the familiar sheen glossing over Daud’s eyes. So that’s what it looks like. He does the same, letting his Void-touched vision show him the street below -- guards, and a Wall of Light, and one or two other shapes prowling within the Conservatory walls. Guard hounds, most likely. He can possess them, but it’s still not something he wants to deal with. (He wonders if he can possess the dead hounds like living ones. Not something he wants to try if he has a choice.)

“Nothing that I can think of,” he says dryly. “Just don’t kill anyone, that’s all I ask. We need to find out what this Ocularum is, deal with it, and take out Ashworth -- if we can kill two birds with one stone, all the better.” 

A pause, and he scans the visible front of the Conservatory. “There,” He says, indicating an open window on the wing of the building to their right, near the cliff-side. “An entry point.” People always leave their windows open in Serkonos thanks to the heat, and it just makes things that much easier. Next step he’d figure out once they got in and got their bearings.

Treading Carefully

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allsharpmetalandshadows:

     “Oh, good,” Rowan took a look at the masked man, noting his posture warily. “Almost worried you would pass out from blood loss or shock while I dealt with them.”

     They gestured vaguely to the mass of unconscious Guards on the floor, nonchalant.

     “It’s useful, but a bit … difficult to use,” Rowan remarked as they worked their way over to him. “Draining, if you don’t feed the mind and spirit constantly.”

     With a small shrug, they gently touch the back of the man’s hand, frowning. “You’re in luck, it seems I have an opening for a patient right about now.”

     There is some level of irony here, Rowan realizes. Wondering if the Outsider - in a sense - sets things into motion for the hell of it, because he thinks it’s funny to watch his thralls squirm. 

     Though they were not part of that job, they’d always felt wary about anything to do with the strange masked vigilante (of course it was the Royal Protector, how strange the whalers had felt when they hauled him from the river some fifteen years ago) and the royal family in general - but best not to name names. 

     Anonymity and discretion made for good allies in these troubled times, after all.

“I may be getting old, but I’m still damned stubborn,” he says with some quiet amusement. “Though I can imagine many people wish I weren’t.” That would be quite the list, though he’s not sure how many of them are still alive these days. He tends not to keep track of his enemies once he’s dealt with them, though sometimes he has to wonder just where the leader of the Whalers ended up. It’s a combination of wary suspicion and...something else, the last few years. Age and time have dulled a little of the anger and his grudge, though none of the guilt and pain.

He glances down a moment when the other acknowledges his mark, and nods. “I understand that,” he says. “I tend to carry more than one vial of Addermire solution on me -- I’ve learned the hard way never to underestimate the strain your...abilities put on you.” He still remembers all the times he’d nearly passed out and fallen off a building after abusing his transversal, or the blinding headache he’d gotten after stretching out the time-slowing ability for too long the first time. Or nearly drowning that one time he’d stayed too long possessing a hagfish...there had been a lot of mishaps fifteen years back.

He chuckles faintly, tasting blood on his lips and deciding he’d take care of that in private, once he could take the mask off. “Good to know,” he tells them with a small, hidden smile. “Thank you, doctor.”

Well, at least he won’t die today. Could still happen tomorrow. One thing you learned fast with the life he’s led was never to overestimate how long you had left. Treat every day like it could be your last; it’s a good way to survive.

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mylittlechimera replied to your post: OOC; OKAY QUESTION because I’m not able to test it...

i checked out some vids and you def can possess them, but people had a problem with dying few moments after possession, tho I think it was a glitch not a feature but i’m not 100% certain

oooohhhhhhhhhhh 

i think it must be a glitch, ‘cause i think something like that would be on the wiki by now. so...yeah okay we can possess gravehounds, that is something useful to know ouo

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OKAY QUESTION because I’m not able to test it at the moment, and the wiki doesn’t say -- can Corvo possess gravehounds like normal wolfhounds, or is that a no?

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  Their eyes finally adjusted to the dark and caught the outline of their brother asleep on a chair. It gave them comfort to know they hadn’t been abandoned on this task, and their companion remained safe. Yet, something on their chest shone like a shard of glass. An emerald glint they would have thought beautiful, if it hadn’t been jutting out of their partner’s skin. 

  Before Jonah could raise alarms, someone snatched them by the arm and pinned it away from their sword. Gruff sounds escaped the overseer as they struggled, trying to elbow their attacker with their non dominant arm. All the while, terrible visions plagued their mind. The horrific possibilities of having been discovered and it’s consequences. The void have mercy. 

The shade spoke and it only fed their imagination further. Letting it swell with images of death and heresy. Jonah moved less with every second, instead trying to catch a glimpse of whoever it was behind them. 

  “H-…How do you knohw of the abbey’s business? Who sent you?!” 

“No one sent me but myself,” he says quietly. “I don’t intend to injure you unless you force me to, Overseer. I just want information, and then you’ll never see me again.” 

Well, that’s...relatively speaking. If he ends up in Dunwall Tower somehow after this is over, they’ll see each other again. But with any luck, he won’t know him, and Corvo can never really tell the Overseers apart anyway, if they’re in their masks. But the point remains that he just wants to know what they do -- if the young man cooperates, then he’ll be out the skylight and gone in moments. Well, with or without knocking him out, if he has to. But that’s not hurting him, strictly speaking. He might not even have to do that, if he can leave easily without transversing. Judging by the windows, he just might.

“How I know is my own business, but all you need to know is that I’m after the witch Breanna Ashworth,” he says. “Help me, and I’ll take care of her for you and yours.” He doesn’t plan on killing her, and he’ll figure out what he’ll do instead once he’s in the Conservatory proper, but armed with information he’ll be able to take care of it all that much faster.

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OOC;

At some point today I’m gonna get my Outsider mark tattoo and I’m half terrified (still) and half excited. I’m putting it on my left shoulder, ‘cause the mark goes on the left hand in most visible cases. :’D Gawd I’m such a nerd.