#i destroyed disco

[god-has-entered-my-body]

gjwf girlie telling matty to use a vibe on her because she "doesn't need him" and him trying to prove he can be good enough for her <3

oooohhhhh my god this anon girl u get me

content warnings: shes MEAN, impact play, MEAN, use of ma'am, sex toys

imagine teasing him with the idea that you're going to let him touch you all night, whispering in his ear to "Be good for me, you'll get your reward soon, baby." letting go of the collar of his tiny little outfit with a wink and a flash of your smile, leaving Matty with a faint blush dusted across his pale cheeks.

And then denying him the moment you take him back to your place, hand on his thigh the whole drive, slowly inching up and toying with the garters hugging his hips. Anyone who you drove by could see the state he was in, red and sweaty and dressed in little scraps of fabric you couldn't even call clothes anymore.

God, the way his eyes widened when you got out a vibrator, thinking you were being nice and were going to use it on your pretty boy. The moment you hand it to him, a filthy smirk tugging at the corners of your lips is when his own drops, eyes scrunching up in confusion.

"Come on, sweetheart, don't act dumb now." you condescend him, your tone making goosebumps erupt on his skin and his cock fill in mere seconds, straining against the fabric of his leather shorts (if they could even be called that). The toy makes his skin flush, like he hasn't seen it dozens of times already, pressed against various parts of his body, his dick twitching at the thought.

Matty cocks his head at you, pouting at the fact that he wouldn't be getting his mouth on you tonight, like you'd promised. He starts to complain, but is swiftly cut off by your cruel laughter, little giggles making his heart sink in the best fucking way possible. "You think you deserve to touch me? Who knows where you've fucking been, whoring yourself out to random old men, letting them touch you however they fancy."

The degradation makes Matty's head spin with lust, the only response he can muster being a weak nod of his weak, small tears forming in his glitter framed eyes.

"M'sorry, i'm so sorry ma'am, I didn't mean to assume-" you laugh again, eyeing him up and down with a hungry gaze. You gesture to the vibrator in his hand, motioning or him to come closer. "I guess you'll do for tonight, pretty." you sigh as your eyes rake over the lustful mess he's become, all your patronization only making his cock harder, the bulge in his shorts undeniable.

Matty works quietly, twinges of shame and embarrassment flooding his body when you go on your phone as he inches your thong down your legs. He folds it neatly and lays it down on the bed next to you, looking up with teary eyes as you roll your eyes, nudging his cheek with the point of your heel, raising your eyebrows expectantly.

Your tits spill out of your top, half unbuttoned yet somehow still crisp, Matty's eyes starting to wander upwards to ogle you. Your hand connects with his face with a loud crack, a look of both betrayal and arousal on Matty's face. "Did I tell you to look? Stupid fucking slut, jesus."

Matty whimpers as you spread your legs, already dripping down your thighs at his pleading eyes, hand shaking slightly as he clicks on the vibrator. The buzz against your clit is delicious, and you arch your back wantonly, pleased sounds falling from your lips.

Matty's cock leaks into his underwear, and he resists the urge to reach down and palm himself, knowing your reaction would be everything but pleased. "Such a good little doll, fuckk- at least you're good for something, yeah, sweetheart? Least i'm getting my fucking money's worth- oh god." you writhe as Matty watches the way your cunt flutters at the stimulation, your thighs shaking as your orgasm rapidly approaches.

You listen to his little whines and grip his hair, stroking his cheek sweetly as you screw your eyes shut, your filthy, degrading words only turning Matty on more.

"Such an easy whore, aren't you? Do fucking anything for a few hundreds, wouldn't you, pretty girl?" the pet name makes shivers run up his spine, a wanton moan spilling from his painted lips. Your own whines get louder, whole body shaking as Matty nods his head, turning up the toy one last time as you come undone.

Your orgasm hits you suddenly, like you weren't expecting it, lips parted and hips bucking against the vibrator as you ride it out, Matty watching intently. You let him, smiling down at his small frame once your mind starts to clear up.

His eyes are glassy, hands fidgety, and cock somehow even harder than before. Matty thinks you're going to get up and hold him, touch him until he comes in your arms, kiss his neck and feel him up gently, your sweet tone almost lulling him to sleep.

The look on his face when you slip your underwear back on and take out your wallet from your jacket pocket, throwing a couple bills at him with a smirk is fucking priceless, and you swear you could see his bottom lip quiver.

"Take care of your little problem before I come back, i dont want you sullying my sheets."

Matty can barely think as your heels click against the marble floor on the way out, too fucking hard to form a single coherent thought. The sound of your voice in the club, the look you gave him right before you came, the moans that fell from your lips. All of these images replace rational thought as he wraps his hand around his cock, touching himself with frevor, surrounded by fifty and hundred dollar bills.

He feels filthy, like a dirty whore you use for your pleasure and then hide from your wife before she gets home, and Matty fucking loves it.

It doesn't take long for him to cum all over his hand, shorts down around his ankles and hand clamped around his mouth, your ear pressed to the door, listening intently.

[honkelsie]

with a face card like that, baby you can destroy whatever whenever

[4percent]

going to the dare concert in paris shortly after my bday with a see through black skirt cuz cunty

[ph-cutie]

my transparent spinning tpose collection. mon dieu.

harry and kim r here

[disco-asphodel]

i love you, i do. but you kill me.

[randomraytrash]

[57sfinest]

i wanted to look at the symbolism of the ocean in disco elysium because it features so prominently in the setting. insulinde being an isola comprised of islands, martinaise as a port town financially anchored by its ocean trade. the divisions brought by water that we see in the geography: how the canal separates the working district of martinaise from the even poorer, commerce-less village-- how the river esperance separates the worst ghettos of revachol and jamrock from the more rebuilt and financially stable districts-- how, for example, lilienne looks across the bay of revachol to the wealthy district of la delta, a poignant moment of separation between someone desperately poor and the towers of wealth built out of the ruins of revachol. we see water, and often the sea specifically, acting as a divider in various contexts. 

the ocean of time and distance that separates dora and harry, that separates klaasje from oranje:

then, further into the idea of the ocean as representative of time: in various contexts i see the ocean as representing the past. memory residing under the waves, and each of us living above water-- in the present-- but often still helpless to the tides when we’re not careful. to me this is cemented by the implication that the pale is commonly theorized as an *outer ocean* (juxtaposed with harry’s introspective skill, inland empire!!): the pale is the past, and if the pale is seen as an outer ocean, then right there is a tangible connection between the two. memory and the past as an ocean, dangerous if you don’t respect its power, but ultimately navigable. there is frequent reference made to the fact that the bombed ruins of martinaise are sinking or lost into the ocean, lost to the past, now only memory. 

and harry, who is living in the past and being consumed by nostalgia like a rot, drives his car into the ocean. harry’s badge, which is conflated with his identity in the aftermath of his amnesia, was underwater before he pulled it from the car: until he got it, his entire identity was lost with his memory in the past. klaasje’s documents, too, presumed lost to the ocean, a loss of who she was or claimed to be (until you meet the phasmid). lilienne’s husband was lost to the waves, and in the same lines she’ll dismiss your concerns-- he’s in the past now, she’s really not too upset. the cleaning lady, abandoned by the world, who has only her own memories for company in her sea-beaten room. in the context of ruby’s near-suicide in the shack, how inland specifies how the “waves had calmed” as she put the gun away: ruby distancing herself from the past that she thinks is chasing her to form a better plan. the working-class husband, who, had his corpse fallen through the boardwalk into the ocean, would have been lost to the past, living only in the memory of billie and their daughters.

for me, the final dream had some of the heaviest but most subtle inclusions of the ocean symbolism. it’s brought on by looking into the ocean around the seafort and takes place under the ocean somewhere. even before the dream, dora is alluded to in the context of the sea. she moved across the ocean and now, to him, she’s lost under it. she’s trapped in his memory.

where we see things half-submerged or partially oceanic, we see a bridge between the past and the present being represented. something partially lost to the past but still with a foot in the here and now. harry’s half-sunken car, in part a representation of his career: part of his past, yes, but still very much in his present. one of the primary spiritual practices we hear of is the volta do mar: originally a palefarer’s practice to keep them grounded in an onslaught by the past, and its meaning is *return from the sea*. when harry tries to turn back time, he wants to go back to a time when the sun had not yet sunk into the sea-- when the light in his life didn’t reside solely in the past.

also in this context, something that really struck me was how harry will sometimes think of himself in the context of the sea. first is the sea monster thought, brought about by the broken plaza: him as a creature submerged in the past, terrorizing the present. and seafaring brought up to represent a kind of compromise between living in the present and acknowledging the draw of nostalgia. even joyce in her limited knowledge of harry compares him to a “half-submerged ruin”. and when harry is prompted into introspection by the dros predicament, inland empire becomes the *inland sea*.

and i really want to make a final, individual point of this. the whirling-in-rags music is sea power’s song “fire escape in the sea”. there is an explicit reference made to the song by shivers as well, and i think the choice of this song is very intentional. the whirling-in-rags is where harry forgot his whole life, the whole world, and it’s where he wakes up and begins to piece it all back together. the whirling-in-rags is harry’s fire escape in the sea. his bridge between his past and his present, his last-ditch attempt at escape from the tortures of his subconscious. 

(this is by no means exhaustive, there are a lot of other moments where the sea comes in, but i included the moments that spoke to me most. you’re welcome to add your own!)

[jajatoc]

Evening Comes (Advesperascit)

(Acrylics on cheap canvas!)

[silanb]

Alright I need the very niche few of you who have these overlapping interests to aide me here.

I want, very badly, to make Disco Elysium Kim and Harry doll customs. Of course I’m running into a huge problem with this which is: their tragically unique face shapes and stylized proportions. Both face and body.

Typically when I do male doll repaints I use BTS dolls (bc I like their slightly larger than Barbie proportions) or the new Disney ILY dolls, and on occasion make minor sculpting edits to feminine face sculpts to suit my needs. This works for most of what I’ve done (ocs, the mandalorian, stuff like that) but I’m in a corner here. I have several options but none are great.

- I could use one of the two that I usually do and make some large alterations and pray for the best. If I choose to do that I’m going to have to find decent base dolls which I don’t doubt I can do. Pros are it’s within my comfort level, cons are it’s very limited.

- Monster/Ever after high. They have very stylized sculpts but their proportions are just a bit *too* much in terms of my preference. So I could shrink some monster high high heads and go from there. Pros are it’s also familiar and closer to the stylization I need, cons are shrunken heads are more difficult to work with and risk breaking to achieve the size I want.

- Third option is to sculpt and print/cast unique face molds, which is not a prospect I’m excited about but is something I am feasibly capable of. Pros is I can guarantee the most accuracy with the least need to make alterations, cons are I have very minimal experience with this so I have to fucking LEARN shit while also asking for a favor to print/mold/cast/whatever the final results.

-secret fourth option where someone smarter than me knows a doll that would make the perfect base

TL:DR I want to make Kim and Harry dolls but I need ideas on what base to use. If anyone knows some specific doll brands or characters that work well for the characters or have any advice/input on the matter pls hmu! I am unfortunately dedicated to this project.

[fragglerockopinions]

I looove that the Disco Elysium skills all use different pronouns and ways of addressing Harry and each other. Some call Harry "you" some say "us" some say "I." Ancient Reptilian Brain even calls Limbic System "sister" once. What I'm saying is either humans are made of multitudes or Harry is queer.

[r0ckstargirlfriend]

harrison patrick smith thank you for bring back indie sleaze

[flhoarder]

Jean “whatever you do please just don’t throw me away I’ll pick up your pieces I promise I’ll make things work between us” Vicquemare

[thesearchforbluejello]

Why does St*r Trek Pic*rd feel like Trek for people who don't like Trek.

[dumbbullet]

A house i fell in love with last year is back on the market and ooooough please can I have that 👉👈

[gangstalkerbarbie]

playing so much disco elysium lately that my wife has started bullying me by asking in the DO YOU LOVE ISʁAËL voice (you've seen the TikTok you know the one),

DO YOU LOVE ʁEVACHOL

[enfinizatics]

i have just finished my first disco elysium playthrough. the tuesday therapy appointment is going to be LIT!!!!