Deep. Dark. Marvellous.

I've gone to Fallen London! http://fallenlondon.storynexus.com

For quotes from and images reminiscent of the subterranean-Victorian world of Fallen London.

Anonymous asked: Do you know anything about Fallen London? bc I kind of want a Neathy AU.

comraderogers:

I don’t, unfortunately!!

I’ve just had a little look, and it sounds p good - if you haven’t read it already, can i interest you in the gothic horror AU from last night?? 

Sorry i can’t help you!! I’ll add this to my open prompts tag, so people can fill it if they want to, or offer recs of anything that fits the bill :))

Greetings, delicious friend! If the request is for cross-overs, these may be of interest to you. I’ve not read them myself, but I trust they’re deep, dark, and Marvellous.

perspectiveity:

mr iron w/ candle
[06:19.45] <Flyte> 1) He has no candle.[06:20.21] <Flyte> 2) He is… no, never mind #2.[06:20.40] <Flyte> 3) He also stole my fringe.

perspectiveity:

mr iron w/ candle

[06:19.45] <Flyte> 1) He has no candle.
[06:20.21] <Flyte> 2) He is… no, never mind #2.
[06:20.40] <Flyte> 3) He also stole my fringe.

asofterneath:

A relative newcomer who doesn’t think this blog should die. Forgive anatomy mistakes, better art is to come.
To understand half of what is going on, I refer you here.
For the rest… well, my general blog as occasion arises.
But everyone can relate to nightmares in FL. And perhaps a little regret.
Then What? You have to get up, I guess…

asofterneath:

A relative newcomer who doesn’t think this blog should die. Forgive anatomy mistakes, better art is to come.

To understand half of what is going on, I refer you here.

For the rest… well, my general blog as occasion arises.

But everyone can relate to nightmares in FL. And perhaps a little regret.

Then What? You have to get up, I guess…

Rubbery Men are, as a rule, boneless. But they say you find strange fossils under Flute Street &#8230;

Rubbery Men are, as a rule, boneless. But they say you find strange fossils under Flute Street …

(via upupupuprincess)

"You are looking out through a window at night. Candlelight near you allows you to see your reflection. You watch as your teeth begin to elongate: slowly, rather comfortably, like the growth of a tree-branch in spring."
 

"You are looking out through a window at night. Candlelight near you allows you to see your reflection. You watch as your teeth begin to elongate: slowly, rather comfortably, like the growth of a tree-branch in spring."

 

(via strangenessintheproportion)

When text and text collide. (How a Fall Londoner plays Ultimate Quest.)

"The supplies were running low. The last crates we had was a bit of spoiled bat that we dried on deck a week ago. We&#8217;d have used it as bait, if the idea of drawing something from this godforsaken zee into our boat didn&#8217;t scare us more. The wind brought with it the taste of copper and the men on the deck began to pray. A swift cane to their backside brought their attention back to their work. There is no place for superstition on my ship, they gambled their souls when they took my coin. With luck we&#8217;d see the shores of the Chapel of Light in three days. I watched fish swim lewdly by our boat, glowing with an abysmal light. I swallow back the dream of eating their eyes. I fear I might be sick with malnutrition.. A scream from the forecastle as a zailor drops to his knees. I step forward to shackle or beat the madman, but before I can reach his collar he hurls himself over the railing and is pulled beneath the ship. The fish rush in and a ring of light wreaths the ship. I wished my own eyes gone when I gaze upon the horror that drove him to jump. I myself might follow. Blackness, a wall of darkness that soaks in the light and gives nothing but it&#8217;s own malice back. Jagged shards, like exposed teeth open from its side and a darkness so full dwelled inside that I can feel myself weaken. I have seen the shadow of my own death. There is no time to change directions, nor would the men look away to make them. We stared at Mt Nomad, the Black Glass Mountain that Eats Ships, and we could see ourselves in her terrible rageful hunger&#8230;.&#8221;— Sir Lazardi Davonshire, Captain of the steamship Mercy. 

"The supplies were running low. The last crates we had was a bit of spoiled bat that we dried on deck a week ago. We’d have used it as bait, if the idea of drawing something from this godforsaken zee into our boat didn’t scare us more. The wind brought with it the taste of copper and the men on the deck began to pray. A swift cane to their backside brought their attention back to their work. There is no place for superstition on my ship, they gambled their souls when they took my coin. 

With luck we’d see the shores of the Chapel of Light in three days. I watched fish swim lewdly by our boat, glowing with an abysmal light. I swallow back the dream of eating their eyes. I fear I might be sick with malnutrition.. 

A scream from the forecastle as a zailor drops to his knees. I step forward to shackle or beat the madman, but before I can reach his collar he hurls himself over the railing and is pulled beneath the ship. The fish rush in and a ring of light wreaths the ship. I wished my own eyes gone when I gaze upon the horror that drove him to jump. I myself might follow. 

Blackness, a wall of darkness that soaks in the light and gives nothing but it’s own malice back. Jagged shards, like exposed teeth open from its side and a darkness so full dwelled inside that I can feel myself weaken. I have seen the shadow of my own death. There is no time to change directions, nor would the men look away to make them. We stared at Mt Nomad, the Black Glass Mountain that Eats Ships, and we could see ourselves in her terrible rageful hunger….”

— Sir Lazardi Davonshire, Captain of the steamship Mercy. 

daekie:

socialjusticekars:

(ruins the fallen london fandom by shipping veils/candles and veils/eaten)

do people not ship that because

Your humble curator thought that was canon.

stoicsilence:

am i glad that incesty bi threesomes are an option in this game

stoicsilence:

am i glad that incesty bi threesomes are an option in this game

Fallen London

skyeslanding:

So I was recently invited to play this super cool text-based RPG called Fallen London. It’s free, in-your-browser-playable, and I don’t know if it has a fandom but it needs one stat! I’m a “part-time-poet of indiscriminate gender, and the following things have happened to me since I began the adventure 3 days ago:

  • Acquired a lizard named Barnabus. He has seen life and has no regrets.
  • Tracked down the devil at the behest of an old detective past his prime, only to get beaten up by an ornery goat-man.
  • Pulled off a freestyle poetry battle against an established poet at an open-mic and walked away with three cases of vintage port.
  • Beaten all of my friends at chess.
  • Opened a rift into a mirror universe where nobody has heads that are human and all drink from the well at the center of the carnival. Obey the well. The well is life.
  • Invited a lady of the night back to my abode (staying with an old widow) to look at my fossils and miniature models of london. 
  • Had a delicious brunch and exchanged secrets with my IRL partner at a cafe called “Caligula’s”. There were no horses present. 

Long story short, you should play