#pre martinaise

[discardedtower]

''The world is cold and lonely...'' Part 1/4

[doddsmountain]

From the DiscOCs server lol

[dotssu3]

costume contest

[bloomellaa]

"What it used to be." (2/?)

A pre Martinaise story i will post updates on it when i can !

[tomwambsgays]

don't make me fucking beg

[bloodanddiscoballs]

I only like JeanHarry if it's really toxic and encapsulates that tweet by Lugia where they wake up in bed together not discussing it and do lines of speed immediately. two men who keep making each other infinitely worse pregame setting. awful ugly never sober sex if it even gets that far before Harry gets whiskeydick and Jean just self-loathes while they both spiral into that "no it doesnt count I'm definitely a super macho straight guy" bullshit.

they're the pairing I don't want to ever be healthy is what I'm saying. they're doomed in that moment in time but hey at least they're doomed together

[these-are-not-my-titties]

Harry and Jean for a PMV I just started

Update: I FINISHED IT!

Hairy hamster

Wet kitty

[stressfulsloth]

I really do think it's interesting that the way DE discusses ableism gets ignored by a lot of the fanbase. Because Harry is undeniably disabled and that's a core conflict of the game. He's living in an impossible situation that so many disabled people get caught in; he's physically disabled, even more so by the end of the game after being shot, but even at the beginning of the game he struggles with nerve damage, post-polio syndrome, partial paralysis in his jaw, withdrawals, and that's not even starting on the mental illness. He is sick and cannot ever properly heal under these circumstances because he cannot stop moving forward or he will start to sink. He's living in poverty. He has no safety net. No way out of the RCM. That night in Martinaise before the beginning of the game, he tries to quit- throw everything away. He tries to end his own life and drive his car into the sea because he cannot fathom a future where he's able to get out of this alive when he's so intrinsically bound to this abusive institution that he can't escape from.

And then comes Jean, deliberately forbidding anyone from jogging Harry's memory out of spite and anger, refusing to allow anyone else to help, calling him a fucking idiot and a psychopath, asking if he can go to the toilet on his own, telling him that he doesn't deserve his disability pension because it should go to cops who gave a shit instead (nevermind that Harry has been working at burnout pace for years, he's an addict so his contributions are essentially worthless, right?). He has a conversation with Judit, right in front of Harry, on whether or not he has learning disabilities.

This guy is a very interesting character! And I'm not denying that he's likely dealt with consequences at work from Harry's illness. But he also fulfils the narrative role of being a mouthpiece for the suspicion and even outright aggression that addicts face even while trying to recover. He fulfils the role of a representative of the RCM, with the ability to approve or deny Harry’s return and in turn essentially sentence him to a slow death in the seaside village. He is not there to help; he is there to judge and observe, and then blame Harry when things go bad even though his inaction is at least in part responsible for the deaths during the tribunal. And this is all very deliberate! The RCM, and by extension the Coalition, as an organisation is failing both its officers and its citizens- Jean, by extension, is one of the officers being failed! They are underfunded, overstretched, overworked, and shouldn't even exist in the first place. The expectation on partnered officers to provide emotional support to each other is ridiculous. But instead of directing his anger upwards towards the Coalition airships or superiors at the RCM, he directs it outwards, towards 'the liberals' or towards Harry, who as a disabled addict is a pretty convenient punching bag.

His vitriol towards Harry is not supposed to be sympathetic! At least the way I read it, you're not meant to look at him and think 'oh wow Harry's struggle has been so hard for him.' You're meant to question his language, to think more deeply about how society treats addicts, how punitive measures are never going to help someone get sober, about the importance of safety nets.

[nitefise-art]

Who knows why we do the things we do. Somehow bouncing those ideas off the man with sunglasses felt calming. Like you've done it before.

Pre-Martinaise Jean and Harry for anon!

[1tbls]

extremely funny thinking about jeanharry unspoken repressed mutual sexual infatuation pre-martinaise, and then harry comes back with all the gay repression hang-ups wiped clean but all the pavlovian reactions to jean still ingrained. so he returns to the office like:

*huffing jean's neck first thing in the morning* "fuckkkkkk you smell amazing jean"

*thousand yard stare at jean's biceps during a meeting* "huh? sorry i got distracted jean your arms just look so fucking sexy with your sleeves rolled up like that."

*unrelenting urge to touch his hair and face and waist and hands and legs and*

[57sfinest]

calling harry a “can opener” was SUCH a good play for so many reasons i think about it every day.

in the context of his work, it makes him a tool. as many people have pointed out, including martin luiga, part of the hdb tragedy is that he simply cannot leave the force, and his superiors know that and are using it to their advantage. no matter what happens, even if harry hated every nanosecond of every bit of the work and wanted to leave, he can’t and won’t leave. they can leverage anything they want against him and then reel him back in with a facade of kindness when they “allow” him to keep his job, as long as he does what they want him to. the 41st knows he has this inexplicable talent with people and they use him for it. he’s a cop: that talent can be used in so many awful ways, to push so many different agendas. and they won’t even be his own. a can opener has no particular desire to open a can, aside from maybe the satisfaction of fulfilling a purpose. a can opener has no agency, it’s just a tool for someone else to use to get what they want. and he’s learned to be okay with being used as long as it means he gets to stay. his complacency with this system makes him guilty even if he’s also being harmed by it.

but in the context of his personal life you kind of... flip it. the people around him are going to be opened up whether they want to be or not, and it’s terrible for his relationships. it’s shown that the questions, the prying- the can-opening- it’s become inextricable from who he is as a person. it’s like he doesn’t know how else to communicate, except it’s hardly communication when you’re just ripping people open. he’s invasive as all hell, although whether he means to be is debatable. he’s the kind of person that wants to take things apart to see what makes them tick. he dissects people, but really that’s too delicate of a word for what he does; if he doesn’t get what he wants right up front, he’ll abandon all subtlety and go for brute force. if he can’t get your screws loose he’ll just smash you on the ground and pick through your pieces until he’s satisfied, and if what he did to you isn’t fixable? oh well, there are other cans to open. 

and he’ll use it for personal gain: we already know he is (was?) manipulative. once he knows how you operate, he knows how to make you keep him. he can yell or he can cry; he can threaten you or he can threaten himself; he can be completely suffocating or he can withdraw completely; he can be an incorrigible liar or brutally honest; he can present himself as a threat or a joke or a talent. he’s a chimera- that’s why he’s got this inexplicable magnetism, even when people know they shouldn’t like or trust him. fidelity of character means nothing to him. he’ll be whatever he needs to be as long as it gets him what he wants. the can-opening is just his way in.

[teotheratking]

Drunk party in '53

[cryptiduni]

“white mourning.”

[feintenstein]

comic from early morning

[o-wyrmlight]

Jean doesn’t lead you to your fire exit. Instead he takes you past Torson and Chester. Torson eyes you warily, still a little upset. Chester grins at you like he’s the big man on campus.

You round on him as soon as you’re in reach and grab him by the shirt collar. You press him harshly into the wall. You’re at least mindful enough not to rattle his skull, but you still feel the dim shock of his skinny body hitting the brick. He’s startled and yelps, his hands scrabbling for your neck. He tries to push you off, but you are a beast. You’re a goddamn monster. You do not touch a monster’s shit.

“If I find out you’re the reason my headphones are broken,” you spit, teeth bared and voice like venom, “you won’t be leaving this fucking building for months. You hear me?”

You mean to say, ‘You will be pushing papers instead of hitting the streets.’ It’s hardly a punishment when a guy like Chester is so chatty, but your hell is the office and there aren’t any women here for Chester to womanize. It may as well be the best you can (legally) do.

What he seems to interpret it as is, ‘I will beat the shit out of you so badly, it’ll take Gottlieb months to get you back into working order.’ It isn’t what you mean, but now that you’re thinking about it, your hands are itching and you still have your blood pen clenched in your hand. You need to cap it. The ink will dry otherwise.

Some part of you savors this. If you lean in close, you can feel your body press against his, leeching away his warmth. You can feel his heartbeat flutter along his pulse and taste the fear in his breath. He doesn’t fear for his life—you’ve only beaten one man to death in your life, and it was a pedophilic teacher at your old haunt.

No. He fears for his head. Torso. Limbs. He’s most afraid for his legs.

[eudico-my-beloved]

If it existed bad apple wouldve been one of harrys bender songs tbh