#writing to you from elysium

[caricatureblue]

Re-Re-Re-mapping Revachol

… and the Insulinde as a whole

Very much inspired by ssshiversss and Map Max, whose versions of the map were absolutely invaluable for wrapping my head around this project. Combining their work with the original map of Jamrock, and doing my best to stay loyal to the (often contradictory) descriptions in the text of the game, I think I’m happy with what I’ve ended up with.

Much like my predecessors, I have elected to separate Coal City and La Delta, and in fact ignore any attempt by the game to convince me that La Delta is west of Martinaise. It just… It just isn’t.

Game description struggles aside, this was really fun!! Details/Description in the alt text.

I just like maps

EDIT // L’Insulinde: Now with Pale encroachment

[duck-in-a-spaceship]

FASCINATING to me that in lashing out against the skua, a symbol of Revachol, Harry also destroys a symbol of reality itself. Not only that, but the discovery of the Insulinde that the skua represents is what leads to the proclamation of Her Innocence Dolores Dei. It's truly everything Harry is trying to run away from, all tied up in one neat little bow.

So he fucks it up, he destroys that reality, and then, ta-da! Mission accomplished Harry-boy, you wake up in a hostel room and can't remember shit. It's all gone. You got rid of it.

[berdyayeva]

i don’t think harry du bois is particularly good at sex but i do think he eats pussy and sucks cock like a starved man. also not saying he’s particularly good at it either, very little actual technique, he’d just be really eager. good if you like comical levels of sloppiness and don’t mind some accidental teeth.

[sidras-tak]

While I'm playing around with writing a lifestyle D/s KimHarry fic, I put this little beauty together, just to try and get their voices down a little better.

[itastelikefilm]

I wrote the beginning of a small fanfic with Kim’s POV: Kim and Harry are working together at precint 41, but one day Harry goes missing. Kim sits down by his desk every night looking for some clues in his notebook. (Major stuff has already happened and he’s just reading it all over again).

1/2 INTRO

“It’s the same story every night: before going to bed you sit by your desk and start reading the quotes you collected during the day in your notebook: many many cases go trough your head, but only one remains. Harry. Harry disappeared. Three days already passed since you last saw each other, you were trying to solve one of the thousands murder cases you had since you came to Jamrock. A man burned down his ex’s house to the ground, disappearing as well in the night. “At least he didn’t burn dora’s house like that guy” you mumble in your breath, wondering if he didn’t suddenly go crazy and decided to pay a visit to her in Mirova, but the thought goes away as soon as you see the clock on your desk: it’s midnight. It’s time to go. Go back to three days ago.”

[ugli-ly]

why was that payphone call so devastating out of nowhere 😭 it caught me off guard fr i was sitting there like

[rawliverandcigarettes]

Nagatha T'selvi (vas Sorelliam), 248, ex-financial advisor. || Rhanda T'selvi (clan Orraken), 300, ex-commando.

"Do you remember?" Nagatha asked, eyes locked upward to the featureless ceiling of the apartment. Nos Astra colored it purple, as if it wasn't still white plaster underneath. Her manicured fingers crackled against her own. Blue. Almost see-through. Rhanda gripped the smaller hand inside her palm, and felt her own rough heat through overworked silky-smooth scales. Nerves were most of what they ever managed to share without judgement. "Remember what?" "I don't know." Mascara caked at the corner of Nagatha's water lines. She smiled. "Anything, I guess." (The Empire of Preys, chapter 15)

[seawardboundsammy]

started writing in between classes and im deeply obsessed with orpheus parallels with ortega/chargestep so have this. warning for ortega being inebriated and wanting to die.

Time to rise Orpheus. The day breaks and you with it. 

(I don’t want to. Don’t make me.)

That’s not an option. Get up Orpheus. 

(I have no legs. I have no hands.)

You will be repaired, doll of lyres. 

(I don’t want to be. I want to lay here and die.) 

Scio, sweetheart. 

(Will I see her again?)

Only on her deathbed. 

(I don’t think I can do this anymore.)

You will. 

Get up Orpheus. 

Get up Orpheus.

Get up-

“Ortega! Get down from there!”

Chen pulls you off the ledge of the building you guess you were climbing over. You're not really sure. 

You’re downstairs now. Your arm is over Chen’s shoulders. 

“-tega! What did you drink? Can you even hear me?” 

You’re nauseous.

You’re not nauseous anymore. 

“Ok that’s. That can be someone else’s problem, come on.” 

He lifts you once more. He’s good at that. He does is a lot when you fuck up or do something stupid which is always cause you’re a poor excuse for man. 

You snuggle into the passenger seat of his car. It’s cozy, it smells like him. You don’t smell good. 

“Drink this.” He says. He tips your head back and water pours into your mouth.

You do your level best to not choke.

You’re on the wrong side of your couch. This is Eurydice’s spot, not your’s.

Sidestep. Sidestep’s spot.

You shake your head, the smallest bit of clarity returning to your vision and mind. Chen has pulled a chair from the kitchen to sit in front of you. His expression swims but you think he’s concerned. Not a clue why.

“So. ‘Never gonna drink again?’” You spit onto the carpet and he grimaces. 

“Don’t know what you expect from someone like me. When’s my word ever meant shit?” You wonder if you could get him to punch you.

“You- I’m not entertaining this. You need to get your shit together.” He doesn’t say ‘before you end up dead’, but you hear it anyway. Or maybe that’s you saying it.

You let your head tip back over the couch. He wants you to try. You don’t know how. 

Yes you do. Rise from your corner. 

But you’re already so far gone.

Then go all the way. Pursual when you cannot see your target is what you do best. Find them.

They’re not dead. 

No.

They’re dead.

Not to you. 

I already failed them.

Then fail again. 

Isn’t the definition of madness trying the same thing over and over expecting a different outcome?

No, that’s a misconception. And anyways, when has that ever stopped you before?

Fair. 

Now tell him something so he doesn’t send you to a madhouse. 

You look back at Chen. His clenched teeth twist his scars on his lips and his hands are clasped together so tight you swear you hear the creak of metal. You slump forward, uncoordinated, and put one of your hands on his. 

“I’ll tell my… therapist,” the word is still a rock in your mouth, “about. This.” You’re not sure if you mean the drinking or the climbing. 

That’s not true.

Yeah well fuck you I’m not getting sent to a madhouse. I’m not crazy.

Then what’s this?

“That’s good.” Chen breathes out in a long relieved sigh. “That’s good.” 

You tug him off the chair and into a hug. You know he can feel your heartbeat through your shirt, and you know he needs that. 

Out of his view you stare daggers into the wall. You’re determined (for now). You have to find them again.

Miles to walk Orpheus. 

And promises to keep.

And promises to keep.

[aivoton-idiootti]

There are certain things that DE fan stuff includes that I think are interesting and cool choices, but that *I feel* fundamentally go against canon. Kim having skills-based internal thoughts is one of these things. i will still read and enjoy fics that feature this bc its a fun narrative device and I like it when people psychoanalyze Kim, but the tiny annoying know-it-all part of me will occasionally go "he wouldn't think like that...."

And if someone just isnt aware, you can ask Kim about how he thinks:

I feel like this also connects to how some people write the skills as fully separate entitites from Harry that he caught from something (eg. pale exposure) rather than a stylized internal monologue. Kim simply doesn't have an internal monologue, at least not in the way Harry does.

[mcybree]

Im doing a lot of thinking abt why roleplaying feels different/less natural for me in beastlife s4 in comparison to s3, and i think it’s because there’s ways i know i should be feeling (based on the perception of my character— when i was fresh out of s2 nobody knew enough about my guy to have opinions) vs how i am feeling. I’m catching myself thinking, “it wouldn’t make sense for my character to [blank],” and it’s like… what do i mean by that. what do i mean that this feeling im having in-session “wouldnt make sense for my character” to feel? It might be surprising to other beasts who know me for one thing and expect consistency, i guess?? but in s3 i just acted on feelings and then shit happened. what. why am i trying to enforce a character that does not exist when the strength of mcrp lies in its improvisational nature. I didn’t write this guy on purpose, why am i trying to write him now

[elysium-atleus]

who i was doesn't matter to who I am right now or who I will be

[alltheginkgoleaves]

hello all who like disco elysium and are also crazy about jean and harry's relationship and the decline of it

here's 7k of that

[legioun]

if you’d like a starter from anyone, please let me know who from and who for if you are also a multi!

otherwise you can take your chances and give this a like!

[kim-kitsuragi1908]

theres a strange language and drawings on my wall now i think also in blood. after the authorities came and cleaned it too.... i though all this would blow over but no. more shit i gotta deal w

If you report the blood carvings to the RCM complaints department as vandalism, you can have some workers from your district come to clean it as “government upkeep”, free of charge again of course; if this is the second time it’s happened though I’d recommend having someone come do some forensics on the writings, and make sure you have a proper lock on your door in case someone is playing a sick joke on you here. Regardless of the source, hope it clears up soon citizen.

[princessmyriad]

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[softgrungeprophet]

i won't lie, there's been a certain level of both reassurance and self-consciousness in reading WIWV which is both that it makes me go, oh, maybe I don't need to think so hard or be so concerned about my placement of dialogue, or rather the way I tend to break it apart to go along with movement and so on and so forth -- and also that sometimes lately I do look at my WIPs and think about how fragmented into tiny paragraphs they are and how action-by-action, movement-by-movement they tend to be --

but of course, I'm not writing literary fiction, an I? 😂 I'm writing, essentially (whether fanfic or original) romance fiction and prose soap opera stuff eith some action, except for where some moments (mostly Kaine) veer vaguely upmarket haha