#Take care everybody

[jonnymarzetti]

please don't ever think for a moment that you are less for not working yourself as hard as you can. not every moment of your life needs 100% of your effort, please don't make everything difficult for yourself. there is nothing wrong with not having/living up to enormous ambitions

[thecloudstan]

SO, we finally got word that the company taking care of husb’s PC is just going to upgrade us as opposed to trying to do an out and out repair, so that’s good news, I guess. At least, it’s good to HAVE news so that it feels like progress is finally being made…

Not sure of timeframe. Husb is still raiding almost everyday (which is kinda fine since I’ve just been playing bg3 or doing art to entertain myself), so I still have no significant access to my PC for writing unless I start on weekend mornings before he wakes up. Which…I might actually do this weekend, since we have NO PLANS WHATSOEVER for the first time in WEEKS!!

Anyway, just wanted to touch base about the fics, specifically. I know some of you are waiting patiently (tysm), and I’m even getting frustrated and excited to get back to it…just know I haven’t forgotten. <3

[tenshiharmonia]

I was recently reminded of this exquisite song, and I must say, I think it'd resonate pretty well with Hazbin Hotel's depiction of Lucifer. I also thought it might make for a fun exercise to try and write an English translation of the original French text, so as to share its ethereal splendour with the anglophone sphere. I primarily focused on the lyrics' meaning rather than their musicality, so don't be surprised if it doesn't flow as well as the original. XD Still, I hope you'll find this little endeavour somewhat enjoyable… Without further ado, let's translate. (As I proceed, I'll put the original text in brackets after each line, in case you want to check it out. :p )

I am the light who beckons the shade [Je suis la lumière qui fait venir l'ombre] The son of Dawn after the somber nights [Le fils de l'Aurore derrière les nuits sombres] Guardian of mysteries, star of the morn [Gardien des mystères, étoile du matin] King of the cherubim, I am Lucifer [Roi des chérubins, je suis Lucifer]

Who can think - who can think [Qui peut penser - qui peut penser] Of the Devil's sorrow - of the Devil's sorrow ? [À la tristesse du Diable - à la tristesse du Diable ?] No, I am not - no, I am not [Non, je ne suis pas - non, je ne suis pas] The one they want you to believe - the one they want you to believe… [Celui qu'on vous fait croire - celui qu'on vous fait croire…]

I am Art and Knowledge [Je suis l'Art et le Savoir] I am Day and Darkness [Je suis le Jour et le Noir] Protector and tempter [Protecteur et tentateur] The one who makes your heart beat [Celui qui fait battre votre coeur]

I told you about Love, all you heard was "Seduction" [Je vous ai parlé d'Amour, vous n'entendiez que "Séduction"] I showed you Beauty, it is now your sole obsession [Je vous ai montré le Beau, il fait votre unique obsession] I simply wanted to give your lives meaning [Je voulais simplement donner un sens à vos vies] In spite of their premonitions, for you I disobeyed [Malgré leurs prémonitions, pour vous j'ai désobéi]

In retribution [En châtiment] They now call me [On me nomme] Satan Satan

Who can think (who can think) [Qui peut penser (qui peut penser)] Of the Devil's sorrow (of the Devil's sorrow ?) [À la tristesse du Diable (à la tristesse du Diable ?)] No, I am not (no, I am not) [Non, je ne suis pas (non, je ne suis pas)] The one they want you to believe (the one they want you to believe…) [Celui qu'on vous fait croire (celui qu'on vous fait croire…)]

Who can think - who can think [Qui peut penser - qui peut penser] Of the Devil's sorrow - of the Devil's sorrow ? [À la tristesse du Diable - à la tristesse du Diable ?] No, I am not - no, I am not [Non, je ne suis pas - non, je ne suis pas] The one they want you to believe - the one they want you to believe… [Celui qu'on vous fait croire - celui qu'on vous fait croire…]

And this is how it ends. Granted, I could probably have skipped the last two verses, since they are mostly repetitions of the chorus, but it didn't sit right with my perfectionist brain. XD Anyway, my translation is worth what it's worth, but at least I hope you liked the song. Between the singer's delicate voice, and its crystalline, haunting melody, it is such a beautiful composition. And as I said, I feel like it resonates dazzlingly with Lucifer's characterization in the show. Of course, HH and HB follow Binsfeld's classification, where Lucifer and Satan are two different figures, but that's just a detail (and even then, I'd argue it'd still fit the song's tone for Lucifer to deplore being conflated with the lord of Wrath)...

[theday]

okay i’ll try to sleep so last thing i’ll say abt this

[nocturnal-milk-dud]

So I had planned on having a request ready to post today, but I learned yesterday afternoon that a dear friend of mine passed away. I'm a bit distracted and hurting and I'm not sure when exactly I'll be returning to the requests. Please know they'll still happen, but they'll take longer than originally planned and I apologize for that.

Tagging @artemiseamoon and @jvalentinesworld-cokes-hyna because two of the requests are for you. The other is anonymous I believe.

[wordsfromawiltingsoul]

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐅𝐈𝐑𝐒𝐓 𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐄 𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐌𝐘𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅 | 𝐏𝐎𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐘

the first time i doubted myself was when my mother cried in front of me. when the words "you ruined my life" spilled out her, they travelled to me, anchored me to the spot. and i stood and listened. i listened while every part of me was on the verge of falling apart. i was a fragile antique, so close to collapsing, shattering, turning to nothingness. because a daughter shouldn't be the reason a mother's life is ruined. in no world should that be the reality. i was meant to be her salvation. i was meant to fulfil the dreams she couldn't. and somehow i was already failing. somehow the animosity was building between us, and i was turning into the reason for her ache. and i hated every part of it. because i didn't want to be her villain. i wanted to be what she couldn't so she could look at me and feel pride, not fear. not anger. not disappointment.

days following that i couldn't look myself in the mirror. and i still can't. it's dumb how something that would mean nothing to her now still means so much to me. so much that it weighs me down every day. every morning i wake up in mind, with the smallest part of me that's disappointed that i did wake up.

another day she had another crying fit, and that day i was stabbed in my soul. it went past my heart, to my soul. i was hurt. but i believed i deserved it. because she made a mistake when she gave birth to me, she said. and i took it as my fault. and to this day i try to change that fate for her. if i could, i would go back in time and stop her from marrying my father. i would ask her to pursue her career in history, and i would watch over her, hopefully happy. but i don't have that power. so i try to lessen her suffering. but i'm just a girl. just a dumb girl who has no power, nothing to help her mother.

there are days i look at her and i grieve the girlhood that was stolen from her, as the oldest daughter, as the mother that wasn't accounted for. i grieve a part of me that isn't mine. half of my resentment towards my father stems from an anger that is on my mother's behalf. maybe she was forgiving, but i don't think i have it in me. my father goes a little more mad each day when he realises that his daughter isn't as forgiving as his wife.

in so many ways we are one, and similar. and its scary, because i'm scrambling to change this for her, before its too late. i want her to live. i don't want her to stay shackled to a life she didn't want. i don't want daily arguments, i don't want her to tell me my father's horrible, i don't want him to tell me she's horrible. but that's the thing; its only ever an i want. and maybe i am just selfish, just how she said it. but that is something i would never forgive myself for. for being selfish in her name and not being able to save her.

the day i started doubting myself was when i looked at my mother and i realised, i couldn't be what she wanted.

- h.v.

[proxycrit]

Part 1 / Part 2

Emmet remembers when he and Ingo first brought Elesa to explore Celestial Tower, back when they were fourteen and thought they were immortal.

“Allegedly, the bell chime will bring ghosts home”, ingo had told emmet with the pompous knowing energy of a child who read way too much brochures. “It’s culturally significant! We must ring it.”

“Hmmm,” emmet had responded suspiciously. “Brother. The bell is at the top of the tower.” The implication stands: Ingo, there are thirty flights of stairs between here and the top, and no elevator to speak of.

Don’t be a coward, Litwick had told Emmet with the blaise tone of somebody who’s going to be piggy backing off of somebody else. Go ring the bell. Tynamo, sensing a litten fight, floated towards a loitering blitzle.

Ingo turns his lilipup eyes on Elesa, who’s squinting at the carved stone faces of the front door.

“Elesa? What do you think?”

Elesa thinks. She shrugs. “We already made our way here,” she said in accented galarian. “Might as well make it the rest of the way. Ganbatte!”

Emmet sighs. “This is a mistake,” he tells the two in exhaustive patience, but lets himself be dragged into the building.

Last time the twins were here, Ingo caught litwick— but not before she managed to nab a good chunk of Emmet’s soul. It’s not terrible; he felt fatigued for a week and bounced back pretty quickly, but it was the principle of the whole situation— celestial tower’s a pain in the ass and Emmet will stand by that until the day he dies.

Like right now.

The map isn’t working. Emmet checked it once. He’s checked it twice. He’s taken out his pen and written on it, which he would usually never do but desperate times call for desperate measures. The compass he brought spins useless circles. It’s like chargestone cave up here, but worse because instead if electric pokemon it’s all ghosts.

“We’re lost, yyup yup!” He announced to the crew. “I vote we eat Ingo first.”

“I love you too,” Ingo told Emmet placidly. “But we all know between the two of us, you’re the tastier one.” Litwick gives Emmet a thumbs up. Emmet gasps in mock affront.

“Elesa, help!”

Elesa gives the two of them a wary look. It took two floors for her to realize this is not just a weird temple with strange rocks, but a full out graveyard. She’s not very happy about that development.

“Don’t drag me into this,” she tells them. “Teme wa urusaii.”

“I will take that as a compliment,” Ingo reports back.

Emmet, who’s cheerfully struggles with Galarian on a good day, simply gives her a thumbs up.

The three painstakingly crawl their way up. And up. If all else fails, Emmet told himself, at least they can orient themselves towards high ground.

“We’re like pidoves,” Ingo gasps. He has fallen behind them on the stairs, with Emmet taking the lead through sheer spite despite his legs going numb on floor twenty two. “We, hah, we are attracted by the magnet of the bell, like, like probopass-“

“I am emmet! You are not making, sense!” Emmet called back. Elesa, who’s stuck between them and looking two steps from perpetual collapse, giggles.

“No, no hear me out, Ingo wheezes. “What if the bell’s a magnetic pole? And that’s why your compass doesn’t wo, woo, hahh, work.”

Emmet stops to rest, just because Ingo is using precious breathing air to infodump. Elesa gratefully slumps against the railing. Tynamo and litwick, lazy in their still small size, have settled on a weary blitzle and look very smug doing so. (Emmet is not jealous, he tells himself. Emmet is also lying.)

“The bell’s important,” Ingo had repeated.

“Okay,” Elesa responds. “If it’s important to you, then it’s important to us.”

And Emmet finds that he agrees with Elesa. Partially because they crawled up twenty fucking three flights of stairs, but also because Ingo thinks this is important, so it is.

And here’s the thing—

— emmet doesn’t remember much after that.

The rest of that trip was a blur of exhausted groaning and burning legs, and by the time the trio managed to breach floor thirty, people’s brains have all but dribbled out their ears. Emmet remembers being disgustingly sweaty. He remembers blitzle almost tripping to death and litwick’s swearing. He remembers tynamo sticking to his neck like a damp towel. He remembers Ingo’s excited sneasel smile, and the way the sunset bounced off of Elesa’s hair.

He remembers the brassy ring of the Celestial bell. It sounded like victory.

But it was Elesa’s cackle turned scream as Ingo swiped cold hands down her neck that sounded like home.

—-

So when the conductor at thirty one, lost and disoriented in the Impossible Place, heard the sound of a familiar bell, ringing over and over and over-

-the sound of laughter-

-EMMET! Elesa cried-

-like a homing pidove, the conductor, thinks nonsensically as something in him perks up.

(Emmet had always liked winning, more than anything else, and the sound of victory calls him home.)

—

Elesa catches lightning in a bottle. Elesa, arms outstretched, finds purchase in her brother, and does not let go.

Emmet is so, so cold, Elesa thinks as the wind steals air from her lungs. (That’s okay. She’s already breathless from a terrible business called hope.)

Emmet stares back. His hands flap against Elesa’s jacket. Elesa desperately drinks in his wan face and too wide eyes and his frost bitten lips. In a tiny, meek voice, almost lost to the wind, he asks:

“Are you real?”

Elesa lets out an ugly sob. Her tears whip away in the wind as they fall. Emmet’s frightened countenance turns immediately to alarm. His shaky grasp becomes a solid grip as they spin through the air, cushioned by chandelure’s psychic.

“I think so??” Elesa warbles. She sees Emmet’s eyes dart to her mouth. He’s reading mirroring her, she realizes with giddy delight— it’s such an Emmet thing to do, to read lips, and-

“I am Emmet,” Emmet breathes. His eyes have started to water. “Yyou are Elesa- Oh dragons, Elesa!?“

Elesa reaches. Hesitates.

Emmet grabs elesa by the lapels and crushes her tight against him. Elesa holds on, and the grief and relief in her accumulates into a wet sopping mess. She’s ruining his jacket, she mourns, but its okay because he’s dripping all over hers.

She can’t hear what he’s saying into her shoulder, can’t read what he says, but everything’s okay because every part of her is chiming

You came back

You’re here

I’m not alone anymore.

Around them, the air distorts as Chandelure’s psychic wavers, flutters, and solidifies. Gravity reverses its call as they settle gently on the ground, dust billowing in all directions.

The ghost pokemon drops next to them, shaking so hard the musical clang of glass makes Elesa flinch.

You fucks, Chandelure gasps. DON’T GO LEAPING OFF BUILDINGS, I AM NOT YOUR EMERGENCY PARACHUTE.

“I’m sorry,” Elesa gasps, still giddy from the adrenaline.

AND YOU! Chandelure howls, whirling on Emmet, who’s still staring at the ghost with huge eyes. He’s gripping on to solid ground with the energy of a man who realized he could have been a splat on the ground.

YOU LEFT!

Emmet winces.

You- You left us, you left me-

Ah, ah no, Elesa thinks as golden globules of light shed from Chandelure. This is what a ghost looks like crying.

Emmet holds out his arms. Chandelure drifts into his embrace, and shakes, and shakes, and shakes.

You left me, the ghost pokemon whispers. How dare you. How could you.

“I didn’t mean to,” Emmet whispers. “I’m sorry.”

Stop doing this to me, Chandelure demands. Golden brine joins human tears, like drops of sun trapped in wet glass. Stop going where I can not follow.

And Emmet holds his tongue, because he knows he can not promise staying. Not while Ingo and Eelektross are still in Hisui.

(In the back of Emmet’s hurt and shattered mind is a spark. Synapses connect. The cold breach of the Distortion does nothing to drown out the sudden flare of hope in Emmet’s chest, so great he can not breathe, so strong he can not feel, because there’s a path. A difficult, painful path through the Space that Can Not Be, but a path all the same.)

“Elesa, Chandelure-“ Emmet’s voice breaks. He wants to tell them about Eelektross. He wants to tell them about the terrible past that is Hisui. He wants to explain how the last five months were filled with horror and wonder and fear and hope.

Hope, he thinks. So he says this:

“I know how to get Ingo home.”

NOTES:

AAAAAND THAT’S ALL FOR THIS DRABBLE. ITS OUT NOW. I CAN FINALLY GO BACK TO POSTING HAPPY SHENANIGANS! (Now you know the shape of their story.)

Thanks for reading this monster of a post!

[hildegardladyofbones]

One of the best things about Disco Elysium by far is that it does not fear ugly women. The world is full of ugly men, but ugly women are so hard to come by.

[canisalbus]

Absolutely sending me that vasco sleeps butt fucking naked with his weird little Victorian doll boyfriend

Different strokes for different folks.

Vasco finds sleepwear kind of unnecessary and restricting. He doesn't insist on sleeping nude and can go to bed decently dressed if the situation calls for it, but if it's up to him and he's comfortable and in trusted company, he prefers wearing very little.

Machete gets cold easily and has weird body image issues, not being properly covered tends to distress him. Plus he has a thing for high guality garments and wants to look pretty or at least passably presentable even in bed.

[aroaceleovaldez]

because in TKC most Eyes match the gender of the god they host (and just in general in-universe it seems most immortals and hosts in possession/possession-like scenarios are the same gender) this implies that the two outliers we know of - Zia (rejected hosting a goddess but was able to host a god instead) and Percy (Eye of Nekhbet) - may be trans. so uh happy pride to Zia and Percy specifically

[tsukasalover]

it’s kinda stupid to call rui “sassy” or say he was acting “mean” for simply doing what any person would do realistically after tsukasa humiliated nene in the main story. i swear this fandom has gone over this a thousand times and yet for some reason it’s still so hard for people to accept that tsukasa was being a self centered asshole. that’s not even exaggerating anything that’s just the truth.

btw (if im wrong correct me) but rui has never gotten angry at someone unreasonably he’s actually quite mature and doesn’t just?? explode over things so i dont know why him refusing to work with tsukasa even after nene forgave him is seen as a “mean” thing… let’s not forget he still believed tsukasa hadnt changed at all and only wanted to be in shows for selfish purposes. it’s not bad to admit that tsukasa is egotistical and has acted much more mean in unacceptable ways than rui + has had to own up to this and work hard to grow as a person over time

[beatcroc]

homest[ar/uck] posting. this was meant to be supplementary to the gerome comic as him 'explaining the joke' but i uhhhhhh forgot.

i'm not much for crossovers in the the traditional sense, but it IS one of my favorite character exploration exercises to just go like 'if x media existed in this universe, who would and would not be a fan of it?'. and these ones are pretty notorious and always very fun to mess with for that and so here we are

[martianbugsbunny]

U got some actors that are like 'yeah these characters sure are important to each other but I couldn't say about them potentially being a couple' and then you've got Steve Blum who is like 'no yeah they're in love, they're married, they live on Lira San together where Kallus does the gardening and Zeb does the handiwork, oh and by the way they're having mpreg babies together and the furry purple guy is carrying' rip to everybody else but he's just built different

[sleepanonymous]

[mariatesstruther]

okay but a version of events in which tommy takes ellie to the fireflies, but NEITHER of them come back. and maria joel have to work together to get them back

[merilles]

Medwed's Meadow