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iirradiance · 1 year
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YOU - "There's something so *different* about him that I just can't put my finger on..." 
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kim, my tie is talking shit again!
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puesiria · 2 years
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PERCEPTION [Easy: Success] - He is fiddling with the motor carriage's engine, a serious look on his face. After a while, a satisfying *click* reverberates through the machine, and you could swear a spark flashes behind his glasses, the faintest trace of a smile shaking the corners of his mouth.
KIM KITSURAGI - "Slay." He mutters, barely audible.
ENCYCLOPEDIA [Hard: Failure] - Slay is a synonym for "kill", but *violently*. Obviously, the liutenant has *not* killed anyone, much less his Coupris Kineema. He probably means a slang definition which you cannot recognize. Something tells you it is related to the homo-sexual underground, knowing the liutenant's *inclinations*.
HORRIFIC NECKTIE - Wait. You *are* part of the underground. You *need* to know these things. Ask him what he meant. Come on. Ask the liutenant.
DRAMA [Legendary: Success] - slay the house boots down houston im deceased #anotherdayanotherslay
1. Kim, what does "slay" mean?
2. Kim, hey, Kim. Is there any *secret* slang in the homo-sexual underground? Perhaps one related to *murderous* and *sexy* urges?
3. Kim, would you rather *never* slay again, or slay so hard every day that slay loses all its meaning?
4. Can't homo-sexuals just speak like normal people?!
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punksdocrimes · 7 months
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Banned from life for being too hot
Also finally ordered a vial of Estradiol Enanthate so I can start DIYing
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watermelondisco · 1 year
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HELLO?
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bluecolourworker · 4 months
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"A very interesting evening, detective."
The lieutenant is not talking just about Mazovian analysis.
Somehow you missed it earlier, amidst the revolutionary fervor: the way Kim's words rolled off his tongue, the lack of an answer off your mouth, how quickly the students's eyes darted between the two of you. But the wind gives you a second chance, caressing your cheeks pink again.
Under the dim lights, you slow down. Waves crash, salt against chestnut, and you see the curve in Kim's lips as he lets smoke out; in front of the students, it was subtler, the malice just in his tone. Again, no comeback: your own lips are parted, breath condensing as you follow the line of the lieutenant's mouth, the cigarette burning, his fingers steady under the leather. Is it soft?
The blush reaches your chest. It must be, well cared for like Kim's other possessions — there are no cracks visible, only smooth grain. What does it feel like against skin? From the inner pocket of your jacket, an Astra finds its way from the beaten-up pack to your chapped lips; the ease of this movement surprises you more than the familiarity of the taste burning your lungs, but not more than the look Kim gives you.
(Somewhere in Revachol, a man smokes a cigarette. His outfit is entirely black leather: heavy boots, tight pants, jacket and cap — in spite of the cold, the open jacket displays a bare chest. Another man, dressed similarly, leans on a motorcycle. Dark gloves shine near the flame of a lighter, leather brushing against skin. A rough sort of tenderness.)
A shudder takes your body for an instant, only to leave you back to that warmth, all the way down your stomach. It all comes together now: the suggestion in Kim's words, how those boys looked as if they were lost in a house of mirrors, your turn in this game. A detective always figures out.
"Yeah."
You take another drag as you look to the light behind the metal grille door, like a smoke could make the warmth last longer.
It can.
"I bet the infra-materialism stuff is even better." You say, looking back at the lieutenant with mischief. Something glints in his eyes and you see the beginning of a laugh being shaken off in amused disbelief.
"By the way, I have big news, Kim…"
It is a late Friday night in Revachol and tired workers look forward to the weekend. Two police officers go through their clues after hours, two communist students have a breakthrough in their discussion, pairs of lovers meet in dark streets — the city looks out for all.
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erovalkyrie · 1 year
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manly-manly muscles, Harry
you want to hug them and be supported by them
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infamousmonkey-cat · 3 months
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allo allo allo what's all this then
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hope this *20 hour mind project* doesn't awaken anything in me
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tanktopbuzzcutgay · 1 year
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So you're saying it took me levelling up and wearing my sickest gear to find out the gay man on the roof smoking gayly with that unbuttoned shirt that my gay partner laughed at me for having a gay panic about and secret rendezvous with his sunday friend who is also gay is "apart of the homo-sexual underground"
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theoriginalmeep · 3 months
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Incredible
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baladric · 1 year
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i hope someone fucks that old man
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neosatsuma · 1 year
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so despite being spoiled for a number of things in Disco Elysium, a few of them fairly significant in my opinion, I was never spoiled for anything having anything to do with the actual case, which I think really says something about the game. i don't know what. but something.
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toki-wren · 2 years
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one of the funniest things about disco elysium to me is Harry’s internalized homophobia. despite queerness obviously being a fairly normal and acceptable thing in Revachol
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clandestinemeeting · 2 years
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The rumor come out: Harry du Bois does is gay?
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