all shall be well

my name is irrigo montoya, you forgot my father, prepare to die over and over and over again

the promised FL OC discord server!! i got shy about it but it IS finished. have fun be nice don't make me regret setting this up mwah 🎈

fallen london ass tweet

Seinfeld episode plots set in Fallen London

Jerry is surprised when an old fling returns from the slow boat and wants to rekindle their relationship, and his attempts to let her down easy are repeatedly thwarted. It ends when she gets killed again and he doesn't intervene.

Kramer accidentally joins the New Sequence after crashing a fancy party. At the end of the episode, he breaks something at a crucial moment, sabotaging their current scheme and inadvertently preventing catastrophe.

Elaine gets into a spat with Mr Pages over punctuation.

George tries to convince his parents to move Upper River.

Jerry suspects Newman is having dealings with devils. He and Kramer stake out the Brass Embassy.

Elaine gets the whole group removed from the Empress' Court for refusing to let go of an argument over the ideological meaning of a painting.

George tells a lie to impress a woman and it snowballs until he finds himself enlisted in the crew of a ship heading East. He attempts to desert in the Khanate and is arrested by the Whites and Golds.

A cricket outing ends in disaster for all.

An episode with a similar structure as "The Betrayal (Season 9 Episode 6)" but instead of the story being told in reverse, the story will be told in the odd verb tenses characteristic of Irem.

The group doesn't believe that Newman has a connection with the Bazaar as a postal worker. Jerry thinks he sees something to confirm the rumor at the end of the episode, but waves it off.

Jerry falls under suspicion for Kramer's collection of street signs which, unbeknownst to Jerry, were stored in Jerry's apartment to throw the constables off Kramer's trail.

Elaine can't figure out if her boyfriend's odd behavior is because he has another partner or is a spy in the Great Game. Investigations at Wilmot's End make the situation more convoluted.

George takes a job as an assistant to Mr Wines, suspecting it will be easy and an unlimited free pass to parties.

Jerry's new girlfriend is a liberationist.

Kramer accidentally becomes a professor at the University.

Newman has connections when the group needs to hire an assassin; the group later learns the subject of their ire was innocent. That's unfortunate.

Elaine treats a new arrival from the Surface like a charity case, but a series of bad advice from the group lead to a sour outcome.

Kramer decides to move to the tomb-colonies.

George must decide between his current partner and a date with a resident of the palace.

after the 16th you can no longer get masquing from cards or give gifts. And everyone has been very generous and kind and amazing w getting me teeth that I've barely have any teeth to return the favor.

SO FROM THIS POINT FORWARD, I WILL GIVE ART. (ig: emway)

FOR 3 MASQUING I WILL DRAW A LIL MS PAINT OF YOUR BLORBO

GIVE TEETH GIVE TEETH GIVE TEETH GIVE TEETH GIVE TEETH G

real housewives of the echo bazaar

aye aye Captain, or I guess Bandaged Poet nowa days

also related, did you know you need to talk to the Tireless Engineer to start on his quest to find a memory in Frostfound?

The Victorian Era was shite compared to now obsiously but also titty piercings were popular everyone was on heroin and they thought bad sex made your kids ugly so the zeitgeist must have been wild

I wish I could remember the source, but I once read a sociologist's take that the Victorian era was a complete abberation of human development. It was uniquely weird, never existed before, will likely never exist again.

I wonder how much of that was on the back of the industrial revolution. Maybe humanity had a similar "weird" moment in the Fertile Crescent when we figured out farming.

But yeah. Victorians were an odd bunch. Delightfully contradictory.

I feel like the wild combination of Suddenly Having So Much New Technology We Barely Understand and Suddenly Using So Much New Technology We Barely Understand *May* have resulted in such new and novel situations as:

Pathologic: remember, even in the hardest times you still need to get enough sleep and sustenance. Dark Souls: you won’t always succeed right away, but your failures help you learn and grow and eventually overcome it. Fallen London: don’t eat teeth and live rats.

in leu of tomb colonist lore regarding the nature of moths being found out on the discord

thank ya kindly to the ever wonderful @cadaver1ne and his assistant The Reformed Bruiser, Cruz Merida!!~

made my own emoji ask game for Fallen London ocs! :)

🌑- what are their thoughts on the liberation of the night?

📑- have they published any academic works?

🖕- is there an npc they love to annoy?

💪- are they very physically strong?

🎭: glass or shroud?

🍝: are they a good cook?

🐕: do they spend a lot of time with their pets?

🍄: favorite wine?

🎂: when is their birthday?

😷: how do they handle being sick?

📍: where do they live?

🌅: artistic school?

🛠: are they good with their hands?

☀️: what do they miss most about the surface?

The theme from the Hogslain Market, taken from the upcoming official soundtrack to Mask of the Rose

I’ll try unappealing Mountain Dew flavors and Japanese carbonated yogurt for y’all, but there is no way I’m getting peer-pressured into drinking Ancient Mushroom Root Beer

Item: Beer of the Alive Ancient Mushroom Root; grants you access to the Mycelium

If you need a limb, organ or feeling removed or replaced, I can help you with that.

I’ve been thinking about eldritch horror, and how it pertains to Sunless Skies and its universe at large.

You see, a lot of eldritch horror focuses on a realisation of incomprehensibility. The realisation that there is something out there, much larger than you, a being so vast and clever and different from you, with goals and hopes and desires that you could never hope to understand, that it drives you to despair and madness.

But in Sunless Skies, and the universe it represents, well…the beings aren’t really incomprehensible. Yes, they speak a language that burns, but personality wise? They’re positively ordinary. They fall in love, they have preferences, they betray or are betrayed. They have siblings and children. Sometimes, they come off as petty and petulant rather than mighty and powerful.

And yet, there’s still that classic eldritch horror mind-shattering realisation in the world. It’s just not about the incomprehensibility of the universe, and the struggle to understand the universe as a tiny human.

No, it’s the realisation of authority. It’s the realisation that so many of the world’s rules are not some quirk of mathematics, but put in place by someone who sees you as not worth considering. Gravity or death are not the natural state of the world, they are there because someone decided they should be. Someone who, when you really get down to it, doesn’t seem that different to you. None of the rules, or the cruelty and suffering that you’ve experienced because of the rules, actually have to exist. I can only imagine that to live in this world and to realise this fact could drive you just as mad as any other eldritch horror.

I’m sure you can see where I’m going with this. After all, one of the true horrors of this game isn’t the giant monsters or the cannibalism or the devils. It’s the Victorian-era exploitation of labour and the suffering of the working class, turned up to a hundred through the magic of this world. When you first enter Albion, the place that you are told is the beating heart of your people’s community and the place that connects to the last games, the first place you are likely to find is Brabazon.

Nowhere is this horror more manifest than Brabazon, the place where you can help countless people escape and yet never see any changes. And all of this suffering, the rules and regulations that say this workworld has to be here and that it is right and good, don’t have to exist. The rules were put in place by a queen rather than a sun but still here, again, the rules are not immutable facts of nature, but put deliberately in place. Put in place by someone who is in many ways so normal, so like yourself, but also so difficult to defeat. It seems so impossible, to resist authority and change the system that you live under, to make a world without unjust laws. To overthrow not just the monarchy, but all authoritarians who rule unfairly, and to create a world that is truly equal is so difficult. Sometimes it feels like its own eldritch horror, that though it’s no tentacled monster or sun shining darkness it still causes that same madness and despair.

But there is hope. After all, what was the tagline for Sunless Skies? Sail the stars. Betray your Queen.

Murder a sun.

Some concept ideas for the different eye-related afflictions of the Fallen London universe (some of them of dubious canonicity though). 

Very, very cool. I adore the wild imagery that comes about from Fallen London.