#call me mañana

[ph-cutie]

my transparent spinning tpose collection. mon dieu.

harry and kim r here

#disco elysium #cuno #call me mañana #titus hardie #dolores dei #speedfreaks #egghead #acele berger #idiot doom spiral #yes the cuno being on double speed is intentional. maximum (angular) velocity #the phasmid being destroyed was NOT intentional but it is what it is #i also have nno idea why acele is spinning in a different direction than the tohers? bless her heart #evrart claire #cindy the skull #imgpst

[sarahedmontons]

Trying to push da shapes and stuff

#disco elysium #my art #disco elysium fanart #disco elysium art #joyce messier #klaasje amandou #klaasje disco elysium #joyce disco elysium #soona the programmer #soona disco elysium #lilienne the net picker #lilienne carter #lilienne disco elysium #call me mañana #bird's nest roy #disco elysium characters #my favourite disco lesbians #oh and roy is here #/j

[ilgattopatata]

dream blunt rotation

#disco elysium #tommy le homme #paledriver #smoker on the balcony #call me mañana #discoposting

[grrrenadine]

A set of black and white portraits for the supporting characters of Disco Elysium: Cindy THE SKULL, Noid, Lilienne, Lizzy, Mañana and Soona.

#disco elysium #disco elysium art #disco elysium fanart #cindy the skull #lizzy beaufort #elizabeth beaufort #noid disco elysium #call me mañana #lilienne the net picker #lilienne carter #soona the programmer #monochrome #my art

[soledadcatalina]

[id: a digital sketch of easy leo and call me mañana from disco elysium hanging out on the shipping yard, a half painted banner draped over to their right. the two are in conversation while drinking from a thermos. the colour palette is muted green and red. a second image is a closer shot of leo and mañana.]

this game is full of old dude duets but i think they'd be a good one

#disco elysium #call me mañana #easy leo #leonard bellec #accessible fanart #image description #casetrippy does art

[your-favourite-plague]

Since it's mentioned they talk in Graadian with each other... do you think they odwalają manianę together? 😳👉👈

#is it a ship already? what's its name? #my suggestions: “gorąca maniana” “mów mi gorący” or “mów na mnie kubek” #(that's if we interpret his name as “call me [name]” not “call me [at certain point of time]” which both can be true with the word mañana) #disco elysium #gorący kubek #call me mañana #it's kinda a mess cause I'm very busy rn but my brain was like “nah we're making middle-aged polish yaoi now” #i draw

[nessea]

call me mañana with the cool new brush i'm using

#disco elysium #call me mañana #disco elysium fanart #disco elysium art #nessie.art #my art

[lionleonora]

call me mañana appreciation post, i LOVE call me mañana. more people should talk about him. will be honest the political commentary of disco often goes over my head because i am not very smart, but one of my favorite lines is when call me mañana is like “yeah evrart’s a corrupt union boss. he’s the least corrupt one i’ve found tho” like WAH what a sentiment!!! call me mañana is somehow both optimistic and pessimistic at the same time! hopes + works for change but also resigned to corruption and obstacles at every turn! a guy who seems perfectly content and resigned with the flaws of his belief system and the flaws in his personality! (a guy who doesn’t want to do anything and KNOWS that about himself!) v cool, love you mañana <3

#call me mañana #disco elysium #txt from mi

[harrydubussy]

#lawrence garte #smoker on the balcony #call me mañana #disco elysium #this is a very specific list #maily catered to me and who I thirst for😎 #might make a new one when I finally get around playing more #tumblr polls

[ph-cutie]

concept art outfits i think about that i also havent seen posted before

#disco elysium #in order: #cindy the skull #call me mañana #titus hardie #joyce messier #imsorry the joyce one is really funny to me. illumination movie villain fit

[siniov]

the real main characters of disco elysium TO ME …..TO ME !!

#THEYRE FOR ME #OK ITS ABT MEEEE #steban the student communist #call me mañana #disco elysium

[palestaticexchange]

THE MAN AT THE GATE

You sit on the railing overlooking the lorries.

There's the occasional beep from the malcontented men taking refuge from fluttering snow in their cabins. The lady driver fled this morning- driven away by some cop clearly *compensating* for something. This you know. You just about heard the bang of that cabin door echoing over the waterlock, as he screeched sideways onto the plaza.

One driver beeps again. Some long, drawn-out honk in place of a frustrated scream. You smile. As if one more noise would make a difference.

"Hey, Beret!" Drawls a nasally voice up and to your left.

When you turn your head you spot the young woman. She has her arms crossed on the railing, and smacks gum down at you with a smirk. Well *this* was interesting.

You bring a finger to your beret and tip it in her direction. "Evenin'," you give her your brightest flash of teeth. "To what do I owe the pleasure?"

She must like your mock chivalry because her smirk becomes a smile. Between that and her pause in chewing you realise just how young she actually looks.

A damn shame then that she spends all day on the catwalk clinging to some brainless goliath like a fly on shit.

"Wanted ta talk to ya!" She replies, resuming her chewing.

"Oh? Where's the big man?"

The girl looks over her shoulder, still smacking away. "Pissin' over the side of some railing." When her head returns to you her expression takes on an element of cheek. "I teased him about the *effects of the cold* and Jean-Luc got *shy*."

You throw your head back and laugh.

Of course she did. Of course *he* did. The brick-shithouse was an eight-foot stack of walking contradictions. Despite his supposed 'superiority' a little little-dick joke from one of his *babes* was enough to send him off, tail between his legs. Of course.

Evrart wouldn't like it, but he didn't *have* to see everything. None of the scabs had noticed Measurehead's absence. You can also hear the drunk retching from behind the Whirling, new handler likely in-tow. Everything was under control.

"What's ya name?" Ah. The girl. *That* is why she's talking to you.

"Call me Mañana."

She rolls her eyes. "What's ya *real* name?"

You chuckle. "Who are we to decide what is and is not real, chica?"

She groans and pushes back off the railing, arching her back and shouting to the sky. "All you artsy types is the same!" Whatever she was *going* to say next is cut off by her new posture providing the perfect chute for that overworked piece of gum to slip into.

She draws breath with a pop and her eyes widen. Then she's keeling over the railing and pounding a fist against her diaphram, hacking until a little pink blob flies from her mouth surrounded by spittle. You follow it's trajectory downwards.

There's a glorious, *terrifying*, moment of excitement where you think it's gonna land right on the main scab's head. Then it hits the ground with no ceremony, noticed only by you.

Your eyes return to the girl. No chewing, no smirk, no heckling. Only white knuckles wrapped around the railing and tears in her eyes from the choking. She's distant. You wonder then how old she actually is, what happened that made her content with spending too long days, in too little clothing, in this dreadful cold, with that dreadful man.

Why does she cling to a racist, content with being viewed as an asset?

You do not pity her. She chose this lot in life. But... For a moment you *see* her. Then, she draws another stick of gum from her pocket and chews it quietly.

"Tomorrow." You call out to her.

"Huh?" Her gaze returns to you. She blinks and cocks her head, chewing slower now.

"It means *call me tomorrow*. It's from a song- If folks don't know that, I usually don't tell 'em," you smile. "Consider it my *gift* to you."

Her eyes widen slightly. At that moment there's a creak of metal and you see the heavily tattooed man return to the catwalk from the harbour.

"I HAVE RETURNED, BABE." His voice booms across the plaza and you watch with glee as the bulky scab's head whips to the catwalk in obvious rage at missing his golden opportunity. "BABE." He repeats.

You're surprised to find the girl's still looking at you, ignoring Measurehead for a moment. Unthinkable! She's smiling that *genuine* smile again as she turns. "Thanks, Tomorrow," she mouths at you in silence.

#call me Mañana #disco elysium #if you haven't gathered then the theme of these is 'gift' #pale static exchange #pale static lore #katya #forgot she had a name!

[kurjakani]

Girkl why is he so cute

#call me mañana #disco elysium

[feintenstein]

I figured I should just post whatever & not worry abt it being totally finished or not- so here some of my discocs server art jam doodles :]

Desc in alts

Various Harry & Kims vvvv

#i love the weekend especially 4 this stream MAN #smthn to look forward to #90% of my sketches are actually Don but this is strictly a DE canon post eep #ty all 4 being in these calls ó^ò i love watching cool ppl draw #digital art #magma doodles #sketches #server #disco elysium #kim kitsuragi #harry du bois #fanart #drama skill #physical instrument skill #visual calculus skill #electrochemistry skill #judit minot #cindy the skull #call me mañana #AUs

[revacholianpizzaagenda]

556w, complete, general audiences, no archive warnings apply Characters: Ignus Nilsen, Call Me Mañana, Revachol (Disco Elysium) Additional Tags: Vignette, Haunting, the spectre of communism - Freeform, Written in the Style of the Game Disco Elysium, Character Study Summary:

A ghost story in Revachol, like many. A communist story in Revachol, like many. And the city watches.

Written for @mindblownie‘s Wompty Dompty Fanworks Festival, prompt “ Communist ghosts haunting communist people”!

IGNUS NILSEN – “Pathetic. You won’t be building communism with that attitude. In fact, you might as well drop dead. No-one would notice.” The spectre of communism paces to and fro on the stairs’ narrow landing. Frustration sheds off him like heavy clouds.

CALL ME MAÑANA – “Your style hasn’t worked all that well either, as these things go?” Unbothered, the man remains perched atop his railing, wearing a placid, unflappable smile. “What say you, boia?”

IGNUS NILSEN – A beat of silence. The cytoplasm raises the blurry echo of an eyebrow. “Messinian?”

CALL ME MAÑANA – “’Executioner’? Butcher, scoundrel, miscreant? Read it as you will, if you’re not tired of that sort of thing. But no, boia. I’m Mesque. That was Mesque as well.”

IGNUS NILSEN – “Ah. Alone and far from the Western Plain… home is farther still. I’ll take it. But you, Union man, remain a disgrace to the Commune of Revachol.”

DÉFILÉE DE NUIT – The cold, damp evening melts into fog. A spotlight buzzes to life below the two figures. If its beam could cross the ghostly presence, it would refract the oily colours of the pale. It won’t. The figure remains cloaked in darkness.

CALL ME MAÑANA – “We can’t all make our homeland proud.”

IGNUS NILSEN – “I shall not stoop as low as to take that bait. Where does that leave us, dialectically?”

CALL ME MAÑANA – “Let’s see.” He counts on his fingers. “I tried working. Not my thing. Have you tried taking a nap?”

IGNUS NILSEN – “It is late for me. My bones were picked clean by birds. No man has seen what tiredness they held.”

CALL ME MAÑANA – “You’re looking at it from the wrong end, my man. It is a matter of the mind… the body, if applicable, follows. Come sit here and watch as the world goes by. It won’t hurt you. Could even raise your spirits a little, if you’ll forgive the pun.”

WIND CORRIDOR – The northern wind sweeps the bay. Far past revacholian waters, white sails are pushed to the end of the world.

IGNUS NILSEN – “It is late for me. It is late for us, total crushing lateness, there is no time! There is no time… failure’s mocking siren song calls from the end of history, louder and louder through wretched pale, and we cannot heed it and we cannot ignore it… what path remains? I shall turn every stone in Elysium. You watch. I’ll prove your lethargy wrong yet.” He leaves. One moment he was there, now the night is empty, less filled with fury.

CALL ME MAÑANA – “I hope so, boia.” He takes a drag of his cigarette. “I hope so.”

A HUNDRED THOUSAND LUMINOUS ARMS – He will fail again and again. He knows it. You know it too. And he would call you bourgeois, make no mistake, spit on the circumstances of your birth under Dolorian rule and blame you for the yoke cast on your shoulders fifty years ago, as you failed to defend his revolution. But you can’t help it: keep a light on. For shared hope. Over there, in the bomb-shelled ruins of Capeside, that crumbling attic that overlooks the sea, let the gas lamp burn bright until the early hours of the day. Keep it flickering against the dark of night. Put on your saddest waltz, and let it be a home.

#disco elysium #sacred and terrible air #Püha ja õudne lõhn #PJÕL #ignus nilsen #call me mañana #fanfiction

[one-kind-of-cosmos]

Maybe I’m misremembering, but didn’t Steban approach Mañana once and they kinda connected but ultimately parted ways cause Mañana isn’t much of a communist? I’m saying this because- Imagine if he did end up attending meetings and such, imagine the plasm power of four of them, just a thought

#call me mañana #disco elysium #Steban the student communist