Some concept paintings for my swap!Kim's psyche skills and also for the newest chapter of my swap fic:-))

Writing fanfiction in the Disco Elysium style is neat, because writing a Shivers check means "Take your hands off the keyboard, close your eyes, and think deeply while you wait for the appropriately dreamlike and evocative prose to grace your mind."

And writing Encyclopedia means "Copy paste three sentences from the top paragraph of a Wikipedia article."

It’s DONE!

The final chapter of Partners and Paper Trails is posted!

I hope you all like it! I honestly never thought I’d get a lot of readers for even my first fic. I love reading all your comments and then finding you here! You all have been so encouraging and it’s been so fun! Thank you and I hope the final chapter brings you the satisfaction that you’ve been waiting for. I did say slow burn.

This absolutely gorgeous art is by @ramdotexe and is an illustration of this scene in Chapter 10 of my story Life Gets Hard, But We Go On.

Excerpt:

KIM KITSURAGI — “Perhaps it is not my place to say this—I hope you will forgive me, if not. But Harry? I am very, very proud of you. Not only for what happened today, but for everything you have done since Martinaise. How hard you have worked at your recovery and how much you have done to try to make amends for the past. Many men, in your situation, would disclaim all responsibility for the wrongdoing that they no longer remembered. You have not. I find it… admirable. And I respect you very much for it.”

YOU — Hearing that—hearing Kim say that—is so good you start to cry again. It means so much to you.

CONCEPTUALIZATION [Legendary: Failure] — So much that you cannot imagine a metaphor vast enough.

RHETORIC [Legendary: Failure] — So much that we can’t find the words to describe it.

YOU — You spin around in your chair and fling your arms around him, burying your face in his middle. He startles a little, then the hand on your back pulls you in closer and the other one strokes gently over your hair.

KIM KITSURAGI — “It’s okay, Harry,” he says. “You did well. It’s going to be okay.”

YOU — You believe him, with everything you have.

Hey! Hey! Sacred and terrible air has been translated!

(edit)And not once, as it turns out:D

here(Group Ibex)

here(Tequila Sunset5)

You know, the only other book the main writer of Disco Elysium, Robert Kurvitz, ever published? Yeah, it finally has fan-translations into English:D

Maybe everyone already knows about it, cause it is a few months old, but i just found out today, so I just thought I'd post it here:D

As someone who thought about learning Estonian just to read it, this is truly the most joyous day:D

Enjoy!

(edit)(Also, I know there are even more translations somewhere out there, but I couldn't find them. I you know of any, let me know and I'll add them here<3)

hello hello hello DE fandom i am looking for a fic i lost...i have a snippet but cannot find the source and i'd love to read it again!

the snippets i have:

(1) "Yeah? Is that all you have to say?! Let's hold it! And keep it!" says Kim. "Let's go together, Harry! Twenty years in Revachol with you. We could do it, you know we could."

(2) "You want me to stay?" Harry asks. "Not quite," says Kim, "but close enough. I want us to leave at the same time."

so i wrote a fic?? i don't know how it happened but i apparently did, it's here on AO3.

I also did a little scribble to it. It's about Harry's and Jean's first ever meeting, it's rainy and awkward, but that's what may happen when you meet your future bestie for the first time, i guess.

Sometimes, on a particularly shitty day, when you get somewhere an hour early and decide to get wet in the rain, someone might bring some light into your life. Sometimes, it's not even that metaphorical.

(This is a part of my Echoes of Elysium AU/project/comic/whatever is this that i do)

Signups Now Open for the Mnemotechinque Zine!

Mnemotechnique is a Disco Elysium fanzine project that will tell the story of Harry Du Bois and Kim Kitsuragi's growing relationship through the pages of a memory book. The book begins as a gift from Kim to Harry, intended to give Harry peace of mind in case he ever lost his memories again. Over time, it develops into a record of their lives that they both contribute to, adding items and writing notes to one another.

If you are a Disco Elysium fan and an artist, writer, editor, or graphic designer, we would love to have you join us as a contributor to Mnemotechnique. (Please note that contributors must be 18+.)

Zine contributors will fill the pages of the book with stories, notes, doodles, photos, illustrations, and other ephemera to tell the story of Kim and Harry from just after Martinaise to their wedding and after. Whether you want to draw a single ticket stub or write and illustrate a multi-page short story, there is room for everyone who would like to participate! Don't write or draw but still want to play with us? We are also accepting signups for editorial and production/graphic design help!

Contributor signups are open through January 7, 2023, and submissions will be due May 6, 2023.

To sign up, fill out the sign-up form. If you have any questions, please contact [email protected] or send us an ask here or on Twitter (assuming Twitter hasn't gone on fire yet.)

[Transcript of the Note From Kim shown in the image behind the cut.]

May 10, ’51

Detective,

I hope you will forgive my presumption, but after we discussed your concerns about the possibility of losing your memory again, I thought that perhaps it might give you some peace of mind to have a record of various information that you would not want to lose. As you know, I personally find it useful to keep written records. I have taken the liberty of starting this notebook for you and populating it with some basic information about yourself and your co-workers. If you find this useful, there is plenty of room to continue adding information to the book. Of course, I will not be offended if you do not find this idea helpful. But either way, I hope that you will accept the gesture in the spirit it is intended; one of partnership and, I dare say, friendship as well.

Bien amicalement, Kim Kitsuragi Lieutenant, 41st Precinct Revachol Citizens’ Militia

"There's a song playing through another wall

all we see and believe is the DJ

and the debts dissolve"

Kim's got a secret that only Jean knows. What's a guy to do with information like that?

LAST LINE CHALLENGE

Rules: in a new post, show the last line you wrote (or drew) and tag as many people as there are words (or however many you'd like)

I got tagged by the great @charaname ! Who tagged me while I am on a short break, lots of irl things happening.

Have the whole paragraph, only the last sentence was not enough for me.

“YOUR WISH IS MY COMMAND, MY DRIVER...” The Kineema was huffing deeply, smoke seeping out of its mouth with every breath. “ARE YOU ALRIGHT...?” it added, in a lower, softer tone. Red eyes shining intently.

So uh I am writing Disco Elysium Kineema x Kim porn, big robofuck teratophilia monsterfuck bf. Kim has phantasies of his car turning into a big fuckbot, like 3m huge wreckmachine. (HUGE CHORME COCK) (but all in Kim's head)

I found it important to include the kindness of the Kineema, checking in on Kim and reaffirming consent - they love each other as driver and car, so the respect and safety is just as important as the passion and sex.

This is halfway through, it will take some more time to finish. I love them most dearly, I do.

Tagging @pterygoidwalk @eimmzy @pummedraws 💖

Kim Kitsuragi has never gotten close to his coworkers, preferring to keep his personal and professional lives carefully compartmentalised. He intends to keep it this way, but leave it to Harry Du Bois to Jamrock Shuffle his way into the most private (and therefor most interesting) parts of his life. It becomes increasingly difficult to keep his partner out while handling a dismembered body, shady business practices, a messy breakup, a worthy successor to Contact Mike, and one very unimpressed horse. The worst part? Kim is starting to find it all worryingly normal.

Based on a tumblr post that I promise I'll link to once I find it again.

Rating and Content Warnings will be updated as chapters are added. Fic title (and chapter titles) are from The Bleacher's I Wanna Get Better.

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Continued from the snippet I posted the other day. First time in years I'm putting real effort into a fanfic or... writing in general. It'll get spicy eventually - but for now, scene setting!

If anyone wants to be a beta reader for future chapters, feel free to shoot me a message. 👉😎👉

A little painting for chapter 6 of my swap fic! It's a pretty bleak one this time, lads... in case you couldn't tell.

New Vignette just dropped. 💕

When I was cleaning up chapter 19, I realized it worked much better as two separate chapters. So, wouldn’t you know it, my slow burn is an even slower burner.

Chapter 19 is posted and it’s not the final chapter!

So I'm editing a zine

I got real excited about the wedding art thread. And then I made a wedding drawing. And then I made a mockup two page spread of a wedding scrapbook. And then I started talking about it in my DE discord server and things happened and now.... yeah. We're doing this.

I think it's going to be SUPER FUN and really neat. I've got some very cool ideas I'm hoping we get enough participation to put into practice, taking inspiration from some classic zines I got a chance to see back in the day.

Check it out!

it’sGERALD’s The Ethics Devision launched a canon compliant scene in my head. The pale is the coolest thing ever and their description of it in that fic is *excellent,* so here goes:

“Harry!” The lieutenant’s strained cry cuts across the encompassing noise of pale directly into your cerebral mantle. “Get closer, I don’t want to forget you!” There’s a ray of panic shining through the cracks in his usual composed self. He understands the situation, and it makes him afraid. Kim Kisturagi fears no mob boss nor mortal danger, but disintegrating into the great mint green void around them, becoming something that never existed—that drives an electric spike of adrenaline into his chest.

There’s an old man that’s also a young man that launches himself into your arms and locks on like a vice grip. You hold him and he feels small and sturdy and he snaps back into place—a 44 year old devastatingly beautiful human who you’d lay down in front of a tank for. Your partner and the fucking love of your life. Does he know that? Do *you?* Past and present are swirling and when he lifts his head from your chest to look you in the eye, you see him with two faces fuzzing back and forth like static. One, the anxious searching eyes of a man in peril (“Harry, stay with me.”), and the other plastered with a brilliant smile and few more crows feet (“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me.”) You know which is real (both), and you fight like hell to stay grounded as you both lock arms around waists and hands into jackets hard enough to hear fabric rip, and trudge through molasses in what you pray to anyone who may hear that this direction is the one that leads back to safety.