ch: billie lurk

I was drunk when I drew this. It looks like a cheap poster for a low-budget film. And Daud has a huge gun from under his cloak, and Billy too, in her stockings. Also guns, gangsters, cigars everywhere … 

Plus the audience, throwing popcorn at the screen (guess, it will be people from Dishonored fandom) :D

anonymous asked:

[warning for noncon mention] The scene where Billie gets powers sounds insanely disturbing. I haven't had the strength to watch it yet but... WHY would they do that? It's terrifying, it has 0 precedent (you always get powers & gadgets with no physical contact) AND is 100% OOC for *everyone*. Plus it's a white dude forcing himself on a disabled queer black woman who then apparently says she "feels stronger" for it. Fucking yikes.

I feel like I’m ill-equipped to talk about this particular issue in depth, but @carvedwhalebones‘s review covers it perfectly. I’d recommend it very much. 

They also received an ask talking about how it could have been handled instead, which I enjoyed a lot and find a lot more fitting for all characters involved.



Meagan Foster’s–or as she was formerly known, Billie Lurk–cabin on the Dreadful Wale. The audiograph you can see on the right contains Daud’s thoughts on Delilah:

“I’ve learned that our choices always matter to someone, somewhere. And sooner or later, in ways we can’t always fathom, the consequences come back to us. I came from Serkonos to Dunwall as a boy and made my living as a killer, one of the few who’ve heard the Outsider’s voice. I murdered an Empress, but saved her daughter, who will one day rule an Empire. Those were my choices. I’m ready for what comes.”

There’s a whaler mask on the right and two bone charms hidden in the cabinet.

Dishonored Secret Santa for youreusingcoconuts who wanted Billie Lurk/Lizzie Stride Low Chaos.

Gangs stuck to their territory; content with their invisible boundaries, only seeking to cross them if they were threatened. It was strange then, that the Undine was here, far from Dunwall, but Stride bared her teeth at her in challenge; wide, like a hagfish.

“You win, you’ll never see me again. But if I win-” Her teeth glinted in the lessening sunlight.

Billie didn’t ask for the rest. She knew she’d win.

But Daud never prepared her for dealing with people like Lizzy–slick and dangerous, she realized too late, and Stride was peering down at her.

I win, Lurk, and I think you’ll make a nice addition to the Dead Eels.”