#yes this is about Kim Kitsuragi

[the-eldritch-it-gay]

people will say they’re all about sexualizing that old man but then unrecede his hairline and thicken his hair and smooth and tighten his skin. cowards.

[machinerot]

[zkyeline]

I’m so glad people enjoyed my silly crossover, please have more <3

[coffinwoodx]

i love the disco fandom on twitter whenever someone posts a new piece of DE art it’s like. “everybody in here rn huh” everyone in the fandom just swarms to it like flies 😭

[sygneth]

Echoes of Elysium | Chapter 1 | Page 7

Page 6 Page 8 Info & index plans of the precinct

*gay silence intensifies*

I tried another way of coloring this (consistent art style? never heard of her), but I don't know what I think of it yet. Well. It's messier, for sure. Lemme know if you like it.

[angelsarecomputers]

I will always feel Kind Of Weird about writing/art and stuff people will make where Harry is soooo much bigger and stronger than kim and has no trouble picking him up and shit. not only are that man’s bones probably dust but it really speaks to how you people can’t seem to get past internalised stereotypes

[erovalkyrie]

manly-manly muscles, Harry

you want to hug them and be supported by them

[fellowfights]

"I just think they're neat" Well, I think there is something fundamentally wrong with this character's psyche and that's what makes so interesting but I don't know how to voice that without it sounding negative so I'm just going to agree with you.

[disco-tic-wonderland]

Listening to a 2021 interview with Justin Keenan, one of the writers. He said they got into a heated debate about what cologne Kim wears. 😂

The question was how do they establish who Harry is, whether there was a Lore Document. I cut some filler words (like/um/yeah), but this is a decent transcription:

“We have some pretty extensive lore documents or world building documents for various parts of the setting. But I don’t think there’s one for Harry. I think it’s just—I think you just know, man. You spend enough time with him, you start to gather…(laughs) It’s actually that way with a couple major characters. There’s no—I don’t think there’s any document with all of Kim’s information in it.

Part of the magic of the studio is that everyone who’s in it is like SO deep in it that we can all talk casually about what Kim or Harry are like or what they would or wouldn’t do or say? There’s some disagreement around the edges, sometimes, like—while writing The Final Cut, we had a kinda intense argument in writer’s chat about what kind of cologne Kim would wear, if he wears cologne at all. But for the most part, it’s just these characters are like so vivid and so well-drawn, that you just say right off the bat that sounds like Kim or Harry.”

[hamstermicrowave]

tumblr artists stop drawing older queer men like small little baby twinks challenge

[sandwicc]

[chompmon]

I m genuinely really attached to these people now. Granny givin me a nice heated room to sleep in for free, the 3 kids that are so cute i want to die, wakin up in the morning to Kim sayin good morning to me.... walkin around every morning to speak w everyone..... evrart wants me to get signatures so he can build whatever the fuck over their homes and i refuse. Is he gonna rehome these people? I fuckin Doubt it ! U are not taking the last thing they have left not on my watch BITCH kys

[mansplainmanipulatemalewife]

I'm going to start killing people with my teeth if I don't see kim/trant content soon

[speakingofdoorknobs]

Disco Elysium Swap AU idea that I haven't seen floating around yet: rather than Kim's memory loss be a result of having hit rock bottom and gone on an apocalyptic bender, instead he's still mostly normal Kim but has had so much trouble with nightmares since Eyes' death that he's been sleeping as little as possible, culminating in a sleep deprivation and stimulant abuse-induced breakdown soon after arriving in Martinaise.

[quillheel]

@vendettavalor // harry & kim!

even the air smelled different in Precinct 41st.

Maybe Kim should've expected that, with Coal City's mines living as a still-breathing recent history for Jamrock bleeding old smog into the wind even as the furnaces have long shut down, the subtle differences there'd be that somehow still catch him off guard in the sheer fact he didn't anticipate them to exist at all. No one thinks about the way the air smells, or how the rain sounds different with different things to touch ground upon and different layers to sleuth through, or the way the sun rose in a slightly different position from the vantage point changing ━ but here he was, thinking about it, because this is what his reality was now. a myriad of tiny changes, but ones felt, under it all. ( there was a tiny, nervous part of him that shied away from it, from the adjustments and changes, and said that they could still back out, nothing has to, we can go. go home, where we are familiar, and our history lies. with the people there we are leaving behind for this. ━ but the part of him that knows why he's here at all, because of Captain Pryce's affirmative, because of his own, because of Harry, the part of him that wanted to stay was the one he trusted, the one he believed, the one he wanted to put his time into. he'll stay, he decides as though its still a decision to make, he'll stay. )

It was raining again in the early morning as Kim enters the Precinct for the very first time where he'd be part of it. ━ He'd visited a few times, throughout a handful of weeks of sorting the logistics of changing precincts mostly to talk to the Constabulary desks and the Captain after the case in Martinaise had reached it's end, but this was the first time he'd truly, truly been incorporated. He was of Precinct 41 now, not 57, like grafting another branch onto a different tree. ━ soon enough after THE HANGED MAN for that change that hung in the air still yet to manifest into whatever it was trying to, but long enough for the bruises that once littered the Lieutenants face to subside, small discolored splotches in what used to be out of control, blood vessels small and tempered beneath the skin with time.

His waterproof boots ignore the weather regardless, bomber jacket striking against the cold-warm humid sky, an umbrella in his hand and a small box of little things in the other as he entered the oddly shaped building. For his desk, mostly paperwork he'd transferred over, some notebooks and stationary, his new badge tucked away in his pocket as the ledger shifted near the bottom of the box. He shudders the umbrella outside the door, closed, and slips in.

It takes all of 15 minutes to find the numbered desk that'd now be his; dark green-blue paint chipping and dried in thick droplets permanent 'pon the woods surface, drawers squeaky but smooth, chair just as dedicated as the people who needed them. its years of service likely grander than most people here, he imagines, in a moment of impulsive thought that he's certain he must've fed into from his time with Du Bois in Martinaise. ━━ Kitsuragi wonders how long it'd take for Harry to find his desk, as he begins the process of acquainting himself with the space. It was still morning, and if Vicquemare was truthful about Harry's old habits ( as reasonably biased as they might be ), he'd give it a few hours. One at best, three at worst he figures.

Part of Kim shoots back that he could have been waiting for you, you know, to meet you first thing on your arrival. Vicquemare could've kept him up to date, after all, and he was the one to offer to begin with. Usually, Kim would dismiss it as unreasonable to expect that from someone, but, well... Harry wasn't usual, so he'd have to wait and see. ( he finds himself amused by the concept, regardless of its validity, anyway. )

[rolandmoiraschitt]

Just replayed DE last night and man, I get that you’re the main character and also basically have super detective powers, and people do fear you and thus shower you with undue respect, and ACAB, but fuck how it hurts to see my man Kim disrespected and considered as useless compared to Harry, over and over. And he never says anything.