#that dialogue destroyed me

[mushyruuu-art]

help

[paarthursass]

genuinely love how the whole gang is like "fuck this guy"

[bastardwerewolf]

“This…is wrong, isnt it?”

[mightymizora]

Hey lads. Found this and know some are interested. Spoilery spoilers above but this is a version of the Dark Urge ending if you do not follow Bhaal’s wishes and I… fucking wow Larian. This is with a romanced Astarion.

Content warnings apply for murder, obviously, mentions of non con, excessive father issues… my jaw is on the floor.

[mewkwota]

A little half-page of Hub drawings when I was listening to a bunch of Battle Network music. I ended up sketching out a few shots to a particular scene that happened, it was gonna be a comic but aghh--

I couldn't do it. ( J; v; )J

[lunarharp]

"Found out" set in kind of a made-up chapter where the girls are in trouble, or something.

[57sfinest]

i wanted to look at the symbolism of the ocean in disco elysium because it features so prominently in the setting. insulinde being an isola comprised of islands, martinaise as a port town financially anchored by its ocean trade. the divisions brought by water that we see in the geography: how the canal separates the working district of martinaise from the even poorer, commerce-less village-- how the river esperance separates the worst ghettos of revachol and jamrock from the more rebuilt and financially stable districts-- how, for example, lilienne looks across the bay of revachol to the wealthy district of la delta, a poignant moment of separation between someone desperately poor and the towers of wealth built out of the ruins of revachol. we see water, and often the sea specifically, acting as a divider in various contexts. 

the ocean of time and distance that separates dora and harry, that separates klaasje from oranje:

then, further into the idea of the ocean as representative of time: in various contexts i see the ocean as representing the past. memory residing under the waves, and each of us living above water-- in the present-- but often still helpless to the tides when we’re not careful. to me this is cemented by the implication that the pale is commonly theorized as an *outer ocean* (juxtaposed with harry’s introspective skill, inland empire!!): the pale is the past, and if the pale is seen as an outer ocean, then right there is a tangible connection between the two. memory and the past as an ocean, dangerous if you don’t respect its power, but ultimately navigable. there is frequent reference made to the fact that the bombed ruins of martinaise are sinking or lost into the ocean, lost to the past, now only memory. 

and harry, who is living in the past and being consumed by nostalgia like a rot, drives his car into the ocean. harry’s badge, which is conflated with his identity in the aftermath of his amnesia, was underwater before he pulled it from the car: until he got it, his entire identity was lost with his memory in the past. klaasje’s documents, too, presumed lost to the ocean, a loss of who she was or claimed to be (until you meet the phasmid). lilienne’s husband was lost to the waves, and in the same lines she’ll dismiss your concerns-- he’s in the past now, she’s really not too upset. the cleaning lady, abandoned by the world, who has only her own memories for company in her sea-beaten room. in the context of ruby’s near-suicide in the shack, how inland specifies how the “waves had calmed” as she put the gun away: ruby distancing herself from the past that she thinks is chasing her to form a better plan. the working-class husband, who, had his corpse fallen through the boardwalk into the ocean, would have been lost to the past, living only in the memory of billie and their daughters.

for me, the final dream had some of the heaviest but most subtle inclusions of the ocean symbolism. it’s brought on by looking into the ocean around the seafort and takes place under the ocean somewhere. even before the dream, dora is alluded to in the context of the sea. she moved across the ocean and now, to him, she’s lost under it. she’s trapped in his memory.

where we see things half-submerged or partially oceanic, we see a bridge between the past and the present being represented. something partially lost to the past but still with a foot in the here and now. harry’s half-sunken car, in part a representation of his career: part of his past, yes, but still very much in his present. one of the primary spiritual practices we hear of is the volta do mar: originally a palefarer’s practice to keep them grounded in an onslaught by the past, and its meaning is *return from the sea*. when harry tries to turn back time, he wants to go back to a time when the sun had not yet sunk into the sea-- when the light in his life didn’t reside solely in the past.

also in this context, something that really struck me was how harry will sometimes think of himself in the context of the sea. first is the sea monster thought, brought about by the broken plaza: him as a creature submerged in the past, terrorizing the present. and seafaring brought up to represent a kind of compromise between living in the present and acknowledging the draw of nostalgia. even joyce in her limited knowledge of harry compares him to a “half-submerged ruin”. and when harry is prompted into introspection by the dros predicament, inland empire becomes the *inland sea*.

and i really want to make a final, individual point of this. the whirling-in-rags music is sea power’s song “fire escape in the sea”. there is an explicit reference made to the song by shivers as well, and i think the choice of this song is very intentional. the whirling-in-rags is where harry forgot his whole life, the whole world, and it’s where he wakes up and begins to piece it all back together. the whirling-in-rags is harry’s fire escape in the sea. his bridge between his past and his present, his last-ditch attempt at escape from the tortures of his subconscious. 

(this is by no means exhaustive, there are a lot of other moments where the sea comes in, but i included the moments that spoke to me most. you’re welcome to add your own!)

[thepetesimp]

Baptize me with new names so I can exist

Myrsini Gkana - I have other things I love too

[mirensiart]

You are my sunshine, my only sunshine

You make me smile when skies are gray

You'll never know dear, how much I love you

Please don't take my sunshine away

[black-and-yellow]

OJ2 my beloved/hated

[emmcfrxst]

(A/N): Based off Batman and Robin (2011) #20 where Bruce tricks Jason into going back to the place he died under the pretense of a bonding trip in hopes to trigger Jason’s memories of how he died, and subsequently how he came back to life, so Bruce could bring Damian back from the dead. Reader is Jason’s childhood friend. Jason isn’t present, but is heavily mentioned.

Warnings: mentions of psychological/emotional abuse, allusions to jason’s death and heavy trauma, bruce finally getting repercussions for being a horrible fucking excuse for a father, violence, the end of any semblance of a relationship between jason and bruce

Alfred barely has time to greet you before you storm further into the batcave, grabbing Bruce by the collar and hauling him off the computer chair with the kind of strength that only pure fury can muster. Your fist collides with his cheek, stunning Dick, Tim, Barbara and Alfred, who freeze into place, unaware of why you’re so angry.

“How fucking could you, you motherfucker!” you yell, curling your hands into Bruce’s sweater, shaking him violently. Not waiting for an answer, you punch him again, pushing him with all your might, your eyes filling with angry tears.

“He trusted you! He fucking—“ You take a shaky breath as your voice breaks, eyes filled with disgust. “He fucking trusted you, Bruce. And you… You… HOW could you?” Wiping at your face angrily, you let out a sour, disbelieving laugh. Everyone is still frozen in place, holding their breaths, waiting for an explanation. No one has ever seen you this angry.

“Haven’t you made him suffer enough already? Did you really have to fucking do that?” You question Bruce, voice bordering on hysterical. The man in front of you flounders for an answer, only managing a weak “I had to.” that makes your blood boil and your heartbeat pound into your ears.

“You had to? HAD TO? Surely you could’ve found other ways to get what you wanted— you’re Batman, for fuck’s sake! You could’ve used one of your stupid fucking gadgets! You could’ve forced Talia to speak! Hell— he would probably have helped you if you’d asked, because his heart is just that fucking big. But no, you had to trick him, huh? Had to traumatize your son even fucking further. God, you disgust me so fucking much.” Every word is punctuated with a harsh poke to Bruce’s chest, and you slap him one more time before running your hands through your hair, pulling at the roots.

“Have you ever even cared about him?” You ask quietly, tears freely running down your face. “Have you ever even seen him as a human being? Or was he just a fucking tool to you, someone you could turn into your own little side soldier like you’ve done with the others?” Pausing to let an angry sob wrack through your body, you look at the man you once saw as a father figure, seeing nothing but a monster in his place.

“How can you ever call yourself a father? If the only child who truly matters to you is your biological one? The one you didn’t even fucking know about for the first fucking decade of his life? How can you ever look at yourself in the mirror? Convince yourself that you’re any different than the criminals you fight every night?” You see a flicker of hurt wash across Bruce’s face before he quickly schools his expression back into one of stoicism. Your heart preens at the momentary display of weakness.

“Did I hurt your little feelings, Bruce?” You ask, smiling coldly at the man. “Good. Fuck you.” Giving him one last disgusted look, you turn on your heels, heading for the exit of the batcave, meeting the worried, confused gazes of the people you’ve come to consider family, and comfort yourself with the knowledge that they seem unaware of what Bruce has done. But not for long.

“Have fun explaining yourself, Bruce. If I ever see you anywhere near Jason, I will kill you.” Bruce knows you’re dead serious. You won’t hesitate to kill him if he ever approaches Jason again. Because what he broke is beyond repair. And things will never be the same. And all of it is his fault.

[stairset]

"The Obi-Wan show destroyed the timeline cause Vader thought Obi-Wan was dead in A New Hope" he literally did not say anything to indicate he thought that. He sensed Obi-Wan's presence and immediately went up to Tarkin and very confidently said "hey btw Obi-Wan Kenobi is here I'm gonna go fuckin kill him thought you oughta know" and Tarkin was the one who was like "but he must be dead" and Vader was like "nah we have ex-bestie esp if he was dead I'd know" and then he found Obi-Wan in the hallway and was like "hey there long time no see you old ass son of a bitch" and then bragged a bunch about how powerful he is and then killed him. Like he literally never expresses surprise that Obi-Wan's alive in that movie, just initial surprise that he's there on the Death Star.

[muttakutagawa]

"sorry if this looks toxically homoerotic to the veiwers, its intentional"

[kaidanalenkosprmanager]

THE BEST OF ATTICAN TRAVERSE: KROGAN TEAM

Featuring: Cmdr. Sophie Shepard, Lt. James Vega, EDI, and Urdnot Grunt With: Urdnot Wrex, Dr. Mordin Solus, Primarch Adrien Victus and The Rachni Queen I don't need luck- I have ammo. Mass Effect 3: Legendary Edition (2021)

[sunnykeysmash]

Starting over

[optiwashere]

Random thoughts create silly fics.

This fic is all my own mind poison because I thought, "what about her birthdays?" one time. First morn days in the Forgotten Realms have the kinds of celebrations you'd expect, but for someone who was a Sharran most of her life?

Rating: G

Category: F/F

Ship: Shadowheart/Trans Fem Tav

Summary:

While still recovering in Baldur's Gate, Shadowheart nearly forgets to tell Asheera it's her first morn day. Or: Shadowheart can't remember what it's like to celebrate her birthday.