guess who JUST got back from the LF roof trip when this event started. anacleto merida

@thedeafprophet said masters youtubers and so uh. I made a thing

Baby bat shenanigans

Sometimes Fallen London suddenly decides that the islands out at zee just don't exist anymore, and I feel as if that's on brand for the canon itself.

I've come to make an announcement: Poor Edward is a bitch-ass motherfucker, he keeps buring me alive. That's right, he took his masked-fuckin' ass and his quilly truncheon out and he buried me fucking alive, and he said "I did warn you to stay away," and I said "This is the seventh time this week," so I'm making a callout feuilleton in my own newspaper: Poor Edward, you've got a low nightmare quality. It's the size of this coffin except WAY smaller. And guess what? Here's what my nightmare quality looks like.

That's right, baby. All anguish, no relief, no sleep — look at that, it looks like a prolonged vacation with The Manager. He buried me alive, so guess what, I'm gonna light him on fire. Except I'm not gonna just set him on fire, I'm gonna go higher; I'M BURNING DOWN THE ORPHANAGE! How do you like that, Edward?! I BURNED DOWN THE ORPHANAGE, YOU IDIOT!

You have twenty-three hours before I dig myself outta this fucking grave, now get fucking going, before I set you on fire too!

Revolutionary Appreciation Day 1 - Friendship, Courage, Hope

April is my emotional support board member, at this point. What is more courageous and hopeful that Getting Through It?

Half-dedicated to @crazyw3irdo, and their current struggled with BAL. Definitely no more complications are coming after this! Definitely Not! You got this!

Done for @fl-revs-appreciation!

any person living in the Neath can't cook... all they know is beat up rats, have bad dreams, die and come back to life, own weasels, seduce literally everyone they meet, and lie.

I've been thinking about sorrow spiders.

For those who don't know, sorrow spiders are magical cat sized spiders that live in the neath. They:

Talk

Hold symposiums in large caves beneath Fallen London, where they debate philosophy and the nature of existence

Teleport via mirrors and dreams

Steal people's eyes to use as eggs(?)

And perform a sort of reverse mitosis using the red science where they melt together into a bigger, double spider. Sometimes this happens a lot. Sometimes they grow to the size of a house. And sometimes they hunger. And the average neath citizen is simply a delicious friend. They share thoughts, and become known as "trees" to the spiders, or councils to humans.

Sometimes, however, a council grows too big. First, to the size of a city. Then a planet. There's no particular limit to how big a council can grow. So they grow. Into a Senate. A senate has the power, and size of a star.

In the fallen London universe, stars are gods. The most important, powerful beings in the universe, they command armies of dragons, crabs, and bats to destroy their foes. Their very words can burn a planet's surface to nothingness. The bible was written because a human tried to comprehend a judgement, and failed miserably in the lore afaik. So they wrote a book about what it seemed like to them.

But when a spider senate achieves such power? The stars come to stop it. Thankfully, as far as the inhabitants of the FL universe know no spider senate has won a war yet. Yet. If one goes unnoticed, it could become stronger than the stars, the gods themself.

In short, spiders are stronger than gods, and pretty scary in the neath, and I own a pet sorrow spider called Jeremy

heading to the local pub to work in the rat factory in the basement in order to get some old coins which I can exchange for rat coins in order to support my local rat-owned small businesses

Oh right i never showed you guys my other fl oc

This is Treg, he's a Rattus Faber who's trying to use science to extend his lifespan. He only has about a year or so left, and he's absolutely not finished yet. It is, however, difficult to be taken seriously when trying to get into these subjects when you're a foot tall at most and a rat.

Hence the gun.

He's not fucking around.

Mr Fires trying to figure out how to do anything that isn't being an evil factory runner

Being a character in Fallen London just means you have the most traumatic backstory known to man but also heehooo there's a rat

LOOKS LIKE ITS

PEOPLE!

play fallen london so you can deck an old lady into a bush and get shipped off to disgraced exile to think about the consequences of your actions, and then immediately be presented with the opportunity to fuck and/or gossip with a mummy