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I could say that I've not been ignoring the inbox.... But I'd be lying

Frankly I could do with giving this blog, and thereby the exchange, away to someone better suited who will run it more consistently

I've been delaying mentioning this however as it's not something I can take back, I want to make sure the exchange goes to someone who will run it fairly and learn from the teething issues I ran into on the past 2 occasions

I would like to see the exchange up and running again and I would like to simply be able to take part rather than organise, I'm just not sure how attainable that goal is. I also don't know how easy it is to give away a sideblog without accidentally deleting it...

... I'd also like to write the final story in my planned "Pale Static Exchange" collection and leave the previous story posts up as "lore" it's just important to me as a story teller

Anyway, here's some transparency

Any suggestions are welcome

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So sorry this took so long to finally get out, but here's my piece for the @palestaticexchange which I did for @sulfurbonfire

The prompt was to do something with the skills or pale and I decided to go with a bit of both! I hope you like it and once again im so sorry for the delay

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*tries to make a comic and proceeds to slam into a wall for weeks on end* my comic for @jyou-no-sonoko19 for the @palestaticexchange

Thank u to @phospadparadscha for helping me with this(advice, encouragement and final touches)

Gonna talk a bit more about my idea behind this under the cut!!! :3 recommend reading for fuuuun

With your prompt/idea I pretty quickly settled on the 'cuno getting to express his creativity' line. And i just kept thinking abt how he'd probably honestly like to pin insects!! Its kinda gruesome and cool in the way hed like i feel, especially in this 'being adopted and better adjusted with time' setting! My idea was that he is at Lena's, visiting with Harry and Cunoesse. Cunoesse obviously did not want to get involved in that lame locust stuff, so she probably stayed with the adults to listen in(probably does not want to leave her safe person either). Lena set Cuno up with all he needs to pin insects(and also snacks and water lol), and since migratory locusts are easy to come by they probably have a bunch they couldve let Cuno practice on!! I wanted to show Cuno struggling and maybe getting frustrated with himself, but thinking about locust city, and maybe finding a real connection between his past and present in himself (through locust city, a project i felt was important to him at the time).

The locusts I referenced for this were specifically Locusta migratoria :)

THANK U SO MUCH FOR BEING PATIENT WITH ME BTW. It is not even funny how much time i spent on this and i rly wish i coulda figured out the kinks of this much faster than i did in the end dhfjdndkdkf. BUT. This is how i wanted to express this idea and im happy I could do this for you!!

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So i became violently unwell around posting time...

I both am (and not) sorry for being AWOL as this all came to a head, I knew I was getting sick but didn't realise just how bad it was going to be!

anyway!

i am on the mend (and also not), but I *DEFINITELY* made my own situation worse by taking on too much at once (mostly in my personal life, i do a lot of local activism that I won't get into)

anyway (2)!

I don't want anyone to feel like I care less about their work because I may not have been as verbose in the tags - or took a few days to get to it - but without beating around the bush (and not asking for sympathy either, i will literally cringe if you offer it Kim Kitsuragi Moment™️) I have quite a shit; life, mind, and body

I didn't want to mention this on this blog, in fact I made a post the other night and quickly deleted it because it made me feel weird, but transparency is important in this regard:

I have not been at my best, I have not even been at my 30%, i am tony hawk and my life is the skateboard of rock bottom it would seem 😎🛹

but from the bottom of my heart: thank you to everyone who has made wonderful art

the last time I ran this I had a better capacity to engage with folks! And this time around I haven't been able to do that, the social aspect isn't something you can just *force* either.

So, I ask something PROPER of you now: *IF* you have not created for your giftee, PLEASE reach out to them yourselves, explain why and come to an understanding - I am simply not well enough to act as a middleman any more

To everyone else: THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAKING PART!

Thank you to the folks who were so excited they sent me their pieces in advance, thank you to the two members who made TWO PIECES after others dropped out! Thank you to everyone sharing their love in the tags and comments over on A03, thank you for the kindness and creativity shown amongst the (roughly) 60 people taking part and everyone who just enjoyed the ride! Thank you to the friendships formed THROUGH this exchange!

On god, this won't be the last time you hear from me but I need a bit of a break.

True love is possible if you gather the kindling, share sticks, share stories, share art. None of us are getting rich quick: do it for love.

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This is my (very late) gift to @aikuinen (thank you very much for the fun prompt and the patience) for the @palestaticexchange.

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@vvindication some transgendered hurt n comfort harrykim coming right up!!! Thanks for the patience. This is my piece for the @palestaticexchange !

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@palestaticexchange hiiii this is my gift for @cunospig who?? appears to have changed urls, maybe?? but anyway, the request was for cuno and harry family time with a side of kimharry friendship, i have delivered on the first bit, the latter will come in a chapter tomorrow....

i'm sorry this is a bit late, i suddenly had to babysit my grandfather today and it's, like, a whole Thing yknow 😔

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A little late but here's my gift for the @palestaticexchange for @delphionix of their prompt, Harry interacting with the Pale / the Skills! It was hard to decide what to do for this piece but I think i'm very proud of how it turned out in the end. The wonderful @presentablemichael helped me with making this piece happen finally. Happy gift exchange!

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for @gay-victorian-astronomer, my gift from the pale static exchange!!!! i hope you like it!

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here's my piece for @oneday-yourside for the pale static exchange

they are taking a nap :3

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for @allonsyisabelli through the @palestaticexchange ! A pretty big chunk of your list matched my own, so it's as if I filled it for myself. ☺️

Dads giving Cuno a punishment for sitting on the couch with his feet over the back. (It's noogies.) Kim is trying not to let his amusement show.

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Behold, my gift for @saotomexmary for the @palestaticexchange! Part of the prompt was for Kim/Harry and explorations of queerness, so Harry goes on a gender journey while he & Kim are ridiculously in love about it. I hope you enjoy!

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Here is my gift for @negativezones in the @palestaticexchange! They requested anything Harrykim, and I decided to gift them this little piece of Harry and Kim getting stuck in an elevator. I hope you like it! :)

Waiting (3670 words) by MaskofSilver

Chapters: 1/1

Fandom: Disco Elysium (Video Game)

Rating: General Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships: Harry Du Bois/Kim Kitsuragi

Characters: Harry Du Bois, Kim Kitsuragi, Skills (Disco Elysium)

Additional Tags: Trapped In Elevator, Almost Kiss, a little angsty, Mention of dismemberment in a past case

Summary:

Harry du Bois and Kim Kitsuragi get stuck in the elevator in the back of the Whirling-in-Rags. To pass the time, they talk.

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"The pale, too, came with you. No one remembers it before you. The cnidarians do not, the radially symmetricals do not. There is an almost unanimous agreement between the birds and the plants that you are going to destroy us all." - INSULIDIAN PHASMID

my @palestaticexchange piece for @omgnoabsolutelynot !! you mentioned liking the skills and the pale, so i tried to imagine the pale itself in the style of the skills. i'm not the best at mimicking the DE style, but i hope u see the vision haha >_< hope u enjoy!

[ID: A digital drawing in the style of the Disco Elysium styles, of a figure half-fading away into the background in pink. They appear vaguely panicked. /End ID]

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MERRY PALE STATIC EXCHANGE !! here is Ruby & Klaasje finding a moment to admire the sunset (and Ruby herself) for @nilgans <3 @palestaticexchange

I really expanded on my style and had a great time with this piece !! I hope you enjoy ^_^

sketch + flat color wips under the cut, because im very proud of the progress and how it turned out ...

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my @palestaticexchange gift for @presentablemichael ! I hope you like it :D

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One Last Dance

Hey! Sorry @zipper-ghost it's not very long! My gift for the @palestaticexchange I wrote you a little vignette about Kim and Harry returning to the church a few years later:

“You, do you really think it'll be there?” Kim looks up to the church.

It's cold again, many years cold.

You tighten the grip on the cane and shift it under the weight of your palm.

It's fine wood body holds your weight and moors you to the earth, keeps you on the ground.

Kim's hand comes to hold your shoulder, you feel yourself sinking into the mud.

Soon you'll be buried there.

“It's still there…” you offer, distracted as you take in your surroundings.

It isn't, not really.

The church has a thin blanket of snow snuggled up against the doors.

The ice on the steps cracks and shatters like glass under your weight.

Kim hesitates at the stoop watches with nervous eyes as you rest your hand against the handle.

He’s uneasy, you’re acting strangely and despite his trust in you he is unsure.

“There's no music.” he states firmly.

“…oh? But can't you hear it?” You give Kim a smile that crinkles at your eyes as you push the doors open.

They drag along the rough wood, bending and splintering, metal rust flaking off the hinges.

The space is set with a stillness, its dim and silent air floats dust particles into the light.

No one has been here in years.

“They boarded up the hole..” Kim follows loyally behind, looking down at the base of the portrait where wood has been paneled along the base of the giant glass pane.

You look up.

Gone is her ethereal beauty, her soft and gentle features now reclaimed.

sprayed across her face a new visage, cartoonish and dripping down red against her glowing lungs.

A dead man smiling.

The defeat of history… The Hard Core.

Your grin widens yellowed teeth shining gray in the light.

You turn to Kim and point.

But he isn't looking in your direction, no he's looking towards the center of the room.

It's bigger, the size of a newborn, an infant it grows everyday bit by bit.

A child of a real revolution, a true undoing.

You turn back, limping over toward where Kim stares off into the rafters.

“You would have said no.” You state your hand coming to brush against the back of Kim's.

He looks down at it with a fond and tired expression, a long weathered kind of look.

“Probably…” Kim turns his palm up and wrangles your fingers into his.

You give it a light squeeze and nestle in close to him.

Your eyes flutter close, your breath seeps out into vapor.

Thoughts orbit around your head in their fine line across your halo.

Little drops of ideation swirling around the pull of your mind's gravitation.

Tender thoughts.

Thoughts you think about when you need the softness against the folds of your brain.

Kim's mustache against your cheek, his body against the curve of your spine, his breath against the back of your nape.

“Please….” Kim breathes against the inside of your collar “can we-” he stops himself with a hitch of breath.

You open your eyes wide, the reflection of them glimmering in the shine of Kim's spectacles.

“Kim,-” you turn to face him grabbing his other hand in yours, “I had to know-” you tighten your grip “I just wanted to see how much time we have.”

“Wh-” Kim stops himself. He wants to ask questions, but knows he doesn't want the answers.

“It's okay,” you assure him.

“We didn't come for the club…did we?”

You don't let your smile falter “we can still dance.”

“Harry…” Kim scolds.

“No, the club is not here. It's in Jamrock…boogie Street maybe. It's under the earth in the concrete…” you trail off,

The long steel rafters intertwined like spiderwebs crawling outward along the ceiling and down to the foundations, the thumping vibration against the catacombs of intersecting housings, the music at the end of the world brought to you by the youth of the final generation.

A sound you had seen the birth of.

The hole in the world lingers in its stratus.

The revolution is sound and radio waves.

You shuffle your feet, running your hands to find their homes at the dip of Kims pelvis, thumb resting over that narrow jut of bone.

You hum a tune and sway from one foot to the other.

Kim tries to hold back a smile he rests his head against the wide expanse of your shoulder and allows himself the respite.

The ocean breeze seeps through the cracks, glides along the wood and rotting varnish, brushes up against your cervical nerves, prickling hairs on the back of your neck.

There in the Jamrock Quarter, she stands proudly, the new church, the new faith, three friends sit at the helm of a technological wonder, at the new vibrations.

The Paliseum, a sanctuary of a new religion.

Kim stops your movement and pulls you away from him.

Ever so softly he kisses you.

His lips feel like hope and the kiss tastes of a future worth existing and you think to yourself,

“Disco is dead, long live disco.”