Here’s a little midnight sketch of Corvo and Meagan! I saw Meagan’s notes in the captain’s room and immediately thought of this painting with them (not a ship btw)
I never thought this would happen to me. I’m turning into a gamer. Seriously, first disco elysium, now Dishonored and Vampyr. Maybe then I’ll finally finish Witcher
This idea sparked into my mind with the realisation that Corvo is like 54 in dishonored 2, so how can he still be so agile, jumping from roof to roof and don’t get back pain or smth
There was a storm during my first journey to Dunwall. Thick dark clouds covering the skies, waves crushing into ship’s sides. Standing on the ship’s deck, I’ve witnessed something I’ll never forget: a Leviathan, rising from the water’s surface. It felt like for that spare moment the time had stopped. A giant whale-like creature cut through the water with his fins, glistening against the cloudy sky with his dark skin. Seagulls looked like nothing but countless specks floating around him. His powerful body was covered in countless scars with the sight of which I wondered: how many of them were left by other animals and how many - by humans? Beneath his skin - fat, powering his huge body. Hundreds of other whales were killed for that precious fat, later to be turned into whale oil, that would soon power one of the ships like the one I was boarding. But he was still alive, with his power still flowing through his body, only for him to use. How many nets has he torn? How many hooks had grappled his flesh and than torn out of it with a mighty tail’s swing? How will he die: in whalers’ hands, getting his flesh turned into food and his fat turned into fuel, or will he die of age, turning his body into a home for a new ecosystem? I saw his eyes, full of pain and hatred, but also of intelligence.
He had enough power to turn over the ship and drown everyone boarding it. But he didn’t do that, diving back into the water and swimming away instead. Maybe, if he was trying to avenge himself and other whales, driven by hatred, he wouldn’t be any better than humans? I didn’t think about that back then, not how I think about it now, after all those years of trial my fate has set for me. In this realm I inherited Leviathan’s philosophy.
[Excerpt from Lord-Protector’s memoirs - by Corvo Attano]
There was a storm during my first journey to Dunwall. Thick dark clouds covering the skies, waves crushing into ship’s sides. Standing on the ship’s deck, I’ve witnessed something I’ll never forget: a Leviathan, rising from the water’s surface. It felt like for that spare moment the time had stopped. A giant whale-like creature cut through the water with his fins, glistening against the cloudy sky with his dark skin. Seagulls looked like nothing but countless specks floating around him. His powerful body was covered in countless scars with the sight of which I wondered: how many of them were left by other animals and how many - by humans? Beneath his skin - fat, powering his huge body. Hundreds of other whales were killed for that precious fat, later to be turned into whale oil, that would soon power one of the ships like the one I was boarding. But he was still alive, with his power still flowing through his body, only for him to use. How many nets has he torn? How many hooks had grappled his flesh and than torn out of it with a mighty tail’s swing? How will he die: in whalers’ hands, getting his flesh turned into food and his fat turned into fuel, or will he die of age, turning his body into a home for a new ecosystem? I saw his eyes, full of pain and hatred, but also of intelligence.
He had enough power to turn over the ship and drown everyone boarding it. But he didn’t do that, diving back into the water and swimming away instead. Maybe, if he was trying to avenge himself and other whales, driven by hatred, he wouldn’t be any better than humans? I didn’t think about that back then, not how I think about it now, after all those years of trial my fate has set for me. In this realm I inherited Leviathan’s philosophy.
[Excerpt from Lord-Protector’s memoirs - by Corvo Attano]
I beg you tumblr notice this. I’ve put too much love into it just to flop🙏🙏🙏
With a hyperfixation comes an urge to create an OC based on that hyperfixation😤😤
(go further if you want to learn about him more)
William was infected, but his will to live, even when he was losing his sanity was so strong that Outsider gave him his mark. I’m still figuring out what powers he has. I’m sure he has some kind of an improved version of dark vision, which he uses constantly because he’s blind because of plague, he also has the swarm of rats, but he uses them not as an attack but as his little assistants.
During the plague with Outsider’s magic at hand he helps other infected.
This is his design after the plague, when he was found by either Piero or Sokolov. You see, at that moment, Outsider’s mark was kinda the only thing keeping William alive (and keeping his hair in place too). So, as scientists, they were both curious how that could be, and took him in.
I didn’t make a fullrender of his appearance during the plague, but I have a little sketch here!
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