my behind the times ass got into the whole fallen london series way too late but anyway mask of the rose is cool i like the big robed thing

it's weird and i like that

nobody believes you. They all think you made some sort of bargain or deal. Maybe even consuming souls… but the truth is that you became the most powerful mage in the world by getting enough sleep, studying, and eating right.

"I promise, you can trust me," pleaded the young man. "I won't tell a soul what your secret is. I'll perform a blood oath here and now, if you want me to. Bind the words. I swear, all I want to do is be as great of a mage as you, m'lord- you're an inspiration. How do you do it?"

Ciaran rubbed his temples. "I've already told you," he said, wearily. "I've told you what I've told everyone. I get to bed at a reasonable hour, and keep a consistent sleep schedule. I incorporate fruits and vegetables in my diet. Then, if the weather isn't too poorly- and sometimes even then- I go for a brisk jog through the plains around my home. That's really all there is to it."

The youth's face fell. "You tell everyone that, sure. But there's no way that can be it."

One of the good things about getting enough sleep, Ciaran found, was that it gave you the patience to deal with the crowds of strangers that came knocking at your door, begging you for secrets that you didn't have. He'd kept in touch with some of his fellow graduates from the academy, and the ones who hadn't gone off to be, as a friend of his so cheerfully put it, "whimsical bitches off in the woods" were already evolving into the jaded mentor figures or cynical scholars that they'd griped about as students.

Maybe it was just who they were. Maybe a part of becoming a powerful wizard or mage was becoming a bitter recluse waiting to have their walls knocked down by a plucky hero.

Personally, Ciaran suspected that spending one too many nights knocking back energy potions and squinting at one's own scrawl had a way of frying the brain.

Kidd Gorgeous -Nightfish 

I hope it’s not too late to do shitty Fallen London memes.

You turn from the limp, still-warm body that used to be yours. The black-hooded figure beside you breaks into tears. “I’m not sure how much longer I can keep doing this.”, they say.

"I'm tired," the figure said. Where the scythe in their hand had looked so threatening, its blade so sharp that even looking at it made her eyes ache, it had, in an instant, gone from weapon to crutch. They leaned against it, one trembling hand clutching it with what little strength they had, the other pressed close against their empty eye sockets.

She'd heard many things about Death. It was cruel. It was a mercy. It was indifferent. It was kind. It was the next stage in life. It was the end.

It was many, many things, but what it wasn't was human.

Trembling in front of her now, however, all she could see was...someone. A person. A person who was, as they said themselves, very tired.

"I have walked hand in hand with life ever since the first microbe thrashed its way through the ocean. I have held the hands of saints and tyrants alike. It is a job that must be done, and it is a role that defines me, now, and for always. It is what I am. It is a necessity that I have been sworn to do until the day comes where I must reap the very universe.

"For a garden to flourish, the soils must be nourished with the dead. I am the gardener.

"But I am tired."

rust located

miserably slips into tumblr. myello. Fallen London.

I’m so unreasonably excited to send letters to friends HEJDJFJF I wish I could. Write silver tongued characters better because I cannot be persuasive for the life of me

Did you ever just feel so lucky for knowing someone you met online? Like.. I was one click away from not following you. I was one second away from never even knowing of your existence.I would never have been this happy!!!...

I thought everyone could use a reminder that this is how you choose your gender in Fallen London.

Remember how I occasionally get obsessed with black fills? No? Me neither, it's been a while lol.

This is my Fallen London character Charles Wrightman, accidental criminal mastermind and squid enthusiast. He likes knowing stuff. Like gossip. And family secrets. And safe combinations. And political blackmail material. And Facts About The Horrors. This only ever goes well for him.

He is accompanied by Wilford II, the eldritch kraken that has psychically tethered its mind to his for presently-unknown purposes. Charles named the kraken after a beloved childhood pet, and considers it (him?) family.

But you must burn it down first to see what to do next