furies in the mirrors.

in the dark times, should the stars go out?

[quenthelicious-moved-deactivate]

idk idk just some encouraging skillchecks

[revachols]

@daringdarling​

according to the pamphlet you picked up, twin lakes is the 34th most haunted city in america. it doesn’t seem like the kind of thing you should put on a pamphlet, but hell, being thirty-fourth at anything is sort of a comforting notion to you. fits with the vibes.

the vibes, of course, being rancid. like the facts of the case: a native of revachol, visiting twin lakes, found dead in a pool of rainwater, drowned with barely a half-inch of liquid under him. 

ESPRIT DE CORPS: a lean man with a beard scratches at his jaw, peering at the map of revachol’s grand-couron. mutters under his breath. swears to god that if someone goes on a bender again, he’s going to shoot him himself. behind him, a man in an orange bomber jacket almost smiles. concern on his face. “he was remarkably sober during our case,” orange bomber jacket points out, perfectly at ease.

the lean man gnaws on his lower lip and says nothing, doubtful.

it’s tradition here to name the cases too, like back home. you saw that when you came in. it feels like pressure, but maybe you should take charge. the necktie tightens around your throat by a few centimeters, and you pull at it slightly.

DRAMA: exactly, monsieur! a whole new city to inflict your wonderful expressive mind upon!

VOLITION: no. make a good impression. a professional impression.

“detective mcqueen,” you say. “i saw that you name your cases here, and we do the same. do you have any ideas?”

yes, that’s good. ask first. let him set the tone, then propose some ideas. kim did not like some of your more inventive ones. furies in the mirrors. no. the hanged man is what the case is now in rcm records. sometimes you still think it was rather dry. really doesn’t begin to explain the full breadth of the case.

[revachols]

in modern aus harry and kim are probably still like. From revachol. just a different version of revachol. transferred over as a gesture of good will (in terms of kim) or fuck you (in terms of harry) from precincts of the rcm (revachol citizens militia)

[revachols]

also i am trying to write a primer on disco elysium for people but trying to summarize a game with over one million words written for it is. oof

[notmorbid]

shiner.

dialogue prompts from shiner by amy jo burns.

that’s not the real story.

the truth turns sour if it idles too long in our mouths.

people say you’re strange.

are you scared of getting your picture taken?

let’s trade. a drink for a question.

i wanted to disappear.

you don’t have to be scared of me.

why did you change your mind?

sometimes love doesn’t die, it reverses itself.

i don’t scare easy.

what good is falling in love, if it feels like falling off a cliff?

i offered my apology. you can take it, or let it lie.

i don’t get scared unless i need to.

weddings are funerals. don’t you dare dream of them.

you’re smart and you’re kind and you’re good. you don’t belong here.

let’s go somewhere real.

what did you want to tell me?

whatever happened to you must have been bad.

let the dead bury their dead.

i don’t trust people who keep secrets.

we’re alike, you and i.

every romantic needs a skeptic.

my heart’s shy but it’s strong, too.

i don’t like pretense.

don’t you dare tell me what i want.

belonging’s the same as being owned.

i did something stupid.

sometimes there’s no redemption left.

sometimes there are only lost things getting found.

grief can make clear what was clouded.

what did you see?

a temper is good, but a plan is better.

suffering is the only friend you’ve got.

staying doesn’t make you weak. okay?

we should’ve run and never looked back.

i didn’t want to be a story. i wanted to live.

i’m stronger than i look.

didn’t you ever want to escape?

[revachols]

fuck it starter call. you can pick a character or i will. i will assume modern au because i will not put your character down in revachol

[ashstfu]

i got all this panic & not one invitation to the disco

[unrepentantspoilsport]

[unchildhood]

MARGARET ATWOOD

‘November’, You Are Happy (1974);

original photos and edit

[revachols]

normally i have no fondness at all for Divorced Guys In Media but harry i think is different because the game doesn’t really try to redeem him so much as it consistently dunks on him and so many other characters for letting themselves drown on it, looking into the fire. harry is a fool who is also a human can opener when it comes to interrogating people, his necktie is nightmarish and is trying to get him to do drugs and party so he doesn’t think about his wife, his brain is pickled by alcohol. then the game throws in the deserter as a mirror of what harry could be if he keeps going like this, if he refuses to let go, and the implication to a degree is that the deserter is destroyed by exposure to the phasmid, and that his brain might Also be broken into rpg stats

not to even get me started on the pale lmao

[ks0urced]

book meme :// dead astronauts by jeff vandermeer ( lightly edited to fit structure; change pronouns/tenses as necessary. )

there will be a terrible price to be paid. but i will pay it.

perhaps one day a certain kind of failure might be enough.

i remember you. you were a dream i had. a dream i made. that’s all you are.

i think you are beautiful.

no one should have to feel responsible for the entire world.

who knows what is truth, and what is story?

i will protect you forever and a day as i am able.

you know me and now i remember me. but i don’t know you.

it doesn’t matter what i would’ve done. only what i did.

what is a person but someone who turned monstrous, anyway? what is a person but a kind of demon?

it’s all right. you already told me what to do.

why should it hurt so much?

maybe i’ve always known you.

in the end, i loved the world, so i remained in the world.

there is nothing i could have told you that would’ve made a difference. nothing at all.

you’re a monster just like the rest of them.

you have to open your heart to as much as you can. as much as you can stand. no matter the cost.

most days, all i have is reality, which is nonsense too.

in truth, some demons were once people who did bad things but knew better. in truth, people were demons when they didn’t know any better.

don’t you want to be revealed?

if the world is to live, we must make better things.

would knowing be too much?

did you ever have a need so great that the vestiges of your mission existed even if you weren’t sure you did?

did you ever believe you were a ghost?

nothing thrives without being broken.

agony repeated so many times is a different kind of suffering.

it could be he liked to hurt me and there was no one to stop him.

how could this not be hell?

i know all the stories are really about me.

i’m out of place. i’m not meant to be here.

i’ve learned to like it here. it’s quiet. i can be alone.

i am worth something. i am not just a monster.

it hurt somewhere so basic, so plain, so laid bare, that i could not hide from it.

my body knew what my mind did not.

i was a mind tumbling end over end until the halt.

was it beautiful?

someday i’ll kill you and that will be beautiful.

in time i escaped, yes. but i wasn’t free.

not being alive is too much to bear.

maybe it was a nightmare or dream. maybe it was just a story.

do you think i could do that?

can you not distinguish truth from fiction? or were you never taught the difference?

killing is easy. i think that’s why people do it so much.

when i’m gone, what will remain?

everything will remain.

in the end, joy cannot fend off evil. joy can only remind you why you fight.

if you change the enemy enough, if you wear them down, perhaps losing is good enough.

do you know me?

oh, my love, what will i do without you?

i will always be there. even before i know you. even after i know you. even then.

[revachols]

also my apologies to any psychic or total knowing characters that follow this blog. kim’s brain is fine and good. however harry’s is like pandora’s box. you look in there and electro-chemistry is telling harry to lick an ancient beer stain on a table or something

[revachols]

a psychic character: man it sure is hard to be psychic and hear people’s thoughts me: i am about to make it so much worse dude shivers, in harry’s brain:

[revachols]

also my apologies to any psychic or total knowing characters that follow this blog. kim’s brain is fine and good. however harry’s is like pandora’s box. you look in there and electro-chemistry is telling harry to lick an ancient beer stain on a table or something

[revachols]

sometimes i remember that d.isco elysium’s solution to 70% of harry’s weird shit is that he used to be a gym teacher, and it makes so much sense. i can’t believe that’s their fucking solution and it works. 

[theknightartorias]

hi i made a second part

[revachols]

@daringdarling​ left a note: dying just to escape fate. stupid. boring. ( alice quinn. )

there has been a death at brakebills. possibly a murder; possibly a suicide. it must be said: murder itself is droll. kim kitsuragi knows this. there are particular facets that might be unique. the method. the way the body is found, and possibly even posed. in this case, the location itself might hold some meager interest. it is not every day a student dies under suspicious circumstances. yet in the larger scheme of things the practice of magic is, in itself, inherently dangerous. 

kim kitsuragi remains quiet for a moment. he taps his foot idly. less impatience at this moment and more just deep in thought, staring up at the grand facade of the building. stately. old. secretive. he is not a hedge witch. he learned at a university across the country. but sometimes he looks at these old buildings and thinks to himself, ever so idly: what is the point of this? people will obtain knowledge any way they can. hedge witches have been shown to learn on their own, often in adverse ways.

the detective is thinking, ever so casually, of a publicly funded university for magic. then he shakes off the quaint thought and frowns to himself. the light catches against his glasses, obscuring his eyes, his expression unknowable. 

in this world of academics, he must look strange. hunched with his orange bomber jacket, carefully cut and tailored. calm. collected. kim stands there like the surface of a lake, placid in his observations, the sharpness to his gaze hidden. “yes,” he says. “it is extraordinarily convenient to do, though. to die. to escape. something boring is usually agreeable for someone.”

the last two words hang there, a noose around the neck of the investigation. for someone.  

here is the crux of things: at all points, someone gets what they want, and someone doesn’t. even here, on the grounds of a university, there is always someone carrying that weight.

[ks0urced]

book meme :// pathologic 2 by ice pick lodge ( lightly edited to fit structure; change pronouns as necessary. )

it might take time to figure out what is happening. but it will all start coming together soon.

you think escaping one’s fate is as easy as fleeing one’s purpose. 

in any case, it’s nice to be home.

a coffin is the best means of transportation in the world. it can get you to unimaginable places.

truth does not do as much good in the world as its counterfeits do evil.

i’m no positivist. there are things in this world beyond our mundane perception. 

hope springs eternal. but the water runs through your fingers. 

i’m the only one alive in this town. 

you know… all saints and magi alike… they only speak of love. love and patience are our most precious gifts. 

my heart aches like it’s been pierced with a blunt needle. 

you’re so good, but there’s so little of you left. 

the left hand doesn’t know what the right’s up to. and the right doesn’t know the left’s secrets. 

i love you all the same. 

the soul is weaker than flesh. it snaps like a matchstick. 

there isn’t a single boundary i haven’t broken. i’ve done everything i’ve ever wanted to. 

i’m overflowing with soul. i have enough to share. 

sometimes i wonder what is beyond wonders. 

tell me what you want and i will tell you who you are. 

there’ll never be another thing like it. 

everything good comes in glasses. 

life is a night at the bar. all the wisdom you gain, you pay for in pain. 

i’ve heard of this “love” thing, all right. never seen it, though. 

if only i could live a year longer – a whole, endless year.

i haven’t slept for three days straight. i don’t think i have another one in me. 

do you even know yourself? 

sometimes i imagine that everything is imagination. 

it’s all too easy to unravel into shreds and patches. 

i value whispers, waysides, and west winds. 

in a quiet house, you can hear the rats in the walls. 

i was broken upon the wheel of fortune in a dream. 

i keep my world safe. 

being stubborn is not the same as being strong.

when i secluded myself in silence, the world around me got louder. 

whose problem have we become? 

blood is compulsory.

a person is only alive as long as they feel pain.

i’ll never forget you.

all i need is to avoid distraction.

dying just to escape fate. stupid. boring. 

it’s the theater of cruelty.

what was the purpose of my life?