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yes there's a lot of dog motifs and metaphors for Harry throughout the entire game but I think my favorite that doesn't get brought up much is this shivers check near the fishing village where it describes the corpse of a dog, killed by an RCM vehicle.

cheddar-baby

i could smell your boytoy coming from down the road. Wretched little rotted morsel of a thing, may he fall to time and become carrion

undeadentropy

Cindy the Skull to Kim Kitsuragi

apocalypsegay

the way disco elysium plays with and ultimately shatters the concept of "camaraderie" in the police and the military truly is So. Good.

it introduces you to kim who is this ideal of the Brother in Arms - you meet him and you know. he'd lay it all down for you.

you then proceed to realize this is a kim thing, not a cop thing, despite the skill that informs you about it being The Cop Camaraderie skill

the rest of the cops are not just unhelpful, they're cruel. they're a boys' club of toxic masculinity, homophobia and joking about how they abuse their power, like when jean stole mustard from a homeless man. if harry begs them for help, the greatest kindness the operator can do for him is pretend he didn't hear and cut the connection to save harry's pride. the more you put into this skill, the more the rancid underbelly of policing and policemen as individuals in this system comes to light.

and that's before we get into the plot-relevant stuff, how martinaise was abandoned by jean and co because jean was too damn busy trying to make a point to harry than do his fucking job.

then there's the bond between the paramilitary squad. unlike the cops, they're tight, a family to each other, and it makes them completely immune to reason the moment the Head of their hierarchy gets murdered. and this head of theirs, the most rational, most charismatic of them all, their leader, still was a monster who, for His Men and their Morale, saw kidnapping some poor girl and offering her like a human sacrifice to the pit of animals that was his squadron as a Rational course of action.

maybe there's love there, in a way, but it's the kind of love that wholly depends on seeing your circle as the only people deserving of life, and the rest of the world as insects.

and i think abt how so many other stories that try to be cop or military critical still fall into that trap of believing that the people in these environs are a Family doing their Best, that they got each others back and thats all that they need to get through this!(whatever plot event is happening)

and not that its like. a cesspool of keeping each other in Check or maintaining that Family only by Othering the rest of the world

herecomestenko

The Whole Being Dead Thing (2025)

aliasartss

gym teacher harry

ph-cutie

disco elysium was ahead of the curve they managed to make a man so magnetic he seduced three quarters of the player base despite the fact he's canonically a dude highly prideful of having a big obnoxiously loud car

ph-cutie

he's a french cop whos so politically passive he can't even identify as a centrist and he has the worst car on the continent and when you tell him his stupid car gave you a migraine and scared off every bird in a 20km radius he's like "heh... oui i suppose thats ze price of my kineema's unmatched engine power" and three quarters of the player base wants to marry him

ravenake-deactivated20260302

His ass is not thinking about solving the murder

softcorenecrophilia

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Betelgeuse flicked his cigarette away and she watched it sail through the air before it disappeared, blipping out of her room as if he'd aimed it at a tiny rift in the fabric of reality. "Whelp, it's not the job I ever thought you'd call me for, but it's not one I mind doin'. C'mere."

He was on her so quickly she couldn't swear she'd actually seen him move, his arms twining around her torso then back and over one another like twin boa constrictors. He buried his face in her neck, mumbling a torrent of c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, c'mere, lemme see what we're workin' with heres. Lydia screamed. Then she laughed. Then she couldn't stop laughing, which made her attempts to escape from the fifty feet of expanding arms snaking around her all the weaker and more ineffectual. They felt soft and bendable, like inflatable Halloween yard decorations. Pushing and pulling at them only made them deflate and collapse around her hands. Betelgeuse pressed himself against her and nuzzled into her neck as she struggled, and she could feel his hands -- at an impossible and increasingly ridiculous distance from his shoulders -- running along the length of her body, stroking every inch of her. It tickled, which only served to make her laugh more. It felt nice.

I never thought tonight could ever be this close to me by babilonium on AO3

The lovely @sillyysunnyy illustrated a scene from my fic!! I'm so moved by the gesture, and so smitten with this beautiful art!! 🕸🕷🪲🍹

ero-juice

This is a wip from October that I completely neglected for months. I figured I'd throw some b&w shading under the prelims and post what I have of this Beetlebabes comic that I'll never finish. It's very messy, I apologize. LOL.

Enjoy!