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Fallen London's trans vibes remain immaculate. May all our forms match our selves.

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Astronomers have uncovered surprising new clues about a hefty, rapidly aging star, nicknamed ‘Nasty’, whose behavior has never been seen before in our Milky Way galaxy

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This message brought to you by F.F. Gerbrandt's Tincture of Go Fuck Yourself Vigor

(blame a tag @capn-twitchery left on another post)

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IN THE CLUB STRAIGHT UP FORGETTING 🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥🔥

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Come on man, they said it was normal

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Lange Johan Seolfar, the Buccaneering Rattus Faber

They/He

Name: Lange Johan Seolfar

Title: Buccaneering Rattus Faber

Motifs: coral, crabs, fire, chariots, mallets, hyacinths

Music: Vivaldi’s La tempesta di mare

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i don't have the brain space to get fully back into FL right now but it's still special in my heart <3 im glad people are still active in the community

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The lack of secrecy about the Neath compared to how dire it is the Neath remain hidden is so funny. The Neath seems like a lab built with no extraneous variables: sealed from the surface and the high wilderness, locked very tightly away. If another Judgement saw Sol's Shame Cellar, everything would be destroyed. It must remain secret.

.....However. In some unknown order, approximately every misfit in existence quickly moved in. The Avid Horizon was made and the Bazaar busted in with a bunch of bats and freak aliens. Sol's granddaughter opened the mirrors and that might be how the majority of devils moved in. The Is-Not is now solidly next door. There's at least one dead dragon and another one dying. The White already knows. Salt climbed in and took a left turn out of reality. There's an underwater eye-door belonging to an angry Halved god. If you head west there is(n't) another Judgement lurking.

Sol this experiment's data is ruined. Sol your basement is infested have you even noticed cities keep disappearing

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Fallen London Estival 2024 be like

This meme is brought to you by a single hint my character gained from playing with her copper cypher ring and chatting about it with Charles Dickens:

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For the current Fallen London event, the tigers (theres a whole tiger country outside of london, don't worry about it) are running a GRAND COMPETITION WITH GLORY AND RICHES FOR THE VICTORS that some frenzied investigation has revealed may or may not aCTUALLY SECRETLY BE SOME SORT OF?? SACRIFICE???? UNCLEAR. Anyway there's an option to make a lil protest sign and futilely warn people that the games are not what they seem, which Samuel immediately (a) attempted and (b) failed, resulting in him getting hassled and beat up by tigers. I love this game.

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not me realizing my cyan/aquila blog was made from my old main blog, so i don't actually have to delete it, just leave it,

ah well ig my old writing from 2019-22 is here now lol

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Writing from readmore:

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You hold the child in your hands.

…Do you remember? The first cradle we made, the life that poured forth from those starlit seas?

…This one looks so much like them. They were translucent and fragile, too, upon birth.

You understand. We failed to protect before. Failed so many times. We will not fail this child.

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I LONG FOR MY PLANET. TO SEE IT ONCE MORE.

MY PEOPLE SANG. THEIR VOICES ROSE UP TO THE SKY, TO ME - 

IF ONLY I COULD HEAR THEM SING AGAIN.

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The cold is comforting.

They swim back, carrying their kill; dark blood fills the icy waters.

It’s calm out here. Scavengers shy away as they pass - a Monster-Hunter winnows the lesser horrors from the true.

…Leda’s been First Mate for a while, now. She was terrified at first, when the Captain bid her goodbye and dove into the waters of the northern Unterzee. But they came back, and they came back over and over again.

The crew are assisting Captain Highwind in butchering… Whatever that creature is. But, more interesting is the Captain themself. They’re covered in peligin, telling their zailors how the hunt went, relaxed, even smiling a little at points. She’s met them in offices and houses before - they never smile, then, never throw off their cloak, and certainly never laugh. There’s something hard in their gaze then, something cold and closed.

“Ah, Leda.” Aquila walks over, though they thankfully keep a short distance from her. “Found somethin’ for ya - gotta clean it off first, but look what this thing ate:” They hold out a hand, in which is… A pearl? A huge pearl that glows a tranquil blue-green.

“Erm, Captain -” she lowers her voice - “That would be worth at least a hundred Echoes, likely twice as much.” They shrug.

“That’s nothing; you’re worth more.”

“Oh.” Heat rises to her cheeks - hopefully no one will notice, given the cold. “Ah - thank you, Captain, you’re far too kind.”

Once the pearl is wiped clean of blood and God-knows-what, it shines like… well, Leda can’t think of a good comparison. But it is luminous. Too heavy to wear, and she is far too modest to don something so gaudy, so she simply keeps it on her desk, and it glows long after her candles burn out, bathing her room in soft cyan light.

The cold is comforting.

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Writing from readmore:

I miss them so.

I loved them. Cultivated them, raised them up -

All was perfect. All was well. My darlings.

They were as luminous as their planet, as their moons.

My light killed other creatures, and lesser life stayed hidden in the sea - but they adapted, grew strong, and stood in the daylight unharmed. Their reflective, chitinous forms kept them safe. I was so proud.

They built civilizations: spires of iridescent glass sprouted up across the coasts, temples of molten sand. They harvested the sea, and shared the spoils among themselves.

They were so unlike my kind. When one fell, the others cared for it, feeding it the freshest fish and pearl and bone to strengthen them. They traveled often, and each traveler was welcomed with open arms, even on the other side of the planet.

I did not understand, but I swore to protect them. Their dead nestled within me safely - dreaming in a sunlit sea, telling me their tales as they slept. As if they’d never perished.

…however. We did not last forever.

I MISS THEM SO.

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It’s been such a long time, Aquila.

Are we well? Are we healthy?

Humans are so fragile. You are not entirely human, but even so, one lick of our former flame could destroy you.

...You should wake now. We know it is hard to live without your family. Believe us, we know. But just wait a little longer. Things will improve. If reality is unacceptable, we will change it ourselves.