#a reckoning will not be postponed indefinitely

[lord-norjam]

my dealer: got some straight gas 🕯️😛 this strain is called "mr. eaten" you'll be zonked out of your gourd.

me: yeah whatever si-, er, mad-, er, yes. i dont feel shit.

5 minutes later: dude i swear i heard a voice coming out of the well

my buddy the northbound parliamentarian, pacing: the masters are lying to us

[geraldofallon]

Fallen London Travel Guide:

Chapel of Lights

Furtive faithful gather in the shadows between the many, many candles. A bell tolls in the chapel tower: cracked iron laughter. Beware. The isle is full of voices.

[retroactivebakeries]

I think if you blaze a giant wall of text about your willy wonka au fuck headcanons, I should legally be allowed to trap you in a well.

[retroactivebakeries]

Unexpected answer, 1933

René Magritte

[infirmux]

woe!!! god of the ways, my destroyer!!! have had no success with as many as five dvd players do not ask why i have this number and it is not on any of the usual highly suspicious internet places either. imagine i am like a haggard and half starved seeker of the name but for a movie that is almost certainly quite bad. what am i going to do tonight anyway i suppose brother murus needs me to find his prayerbook or whatever is going on there

[unlimitedbutchworks]

christmas in fallen london!! enjoy your tears of the bazaar and get nice and sad!! the winds are wild, the lacre deep, the snarling stones awake from sleep. the fifth's tales may exalt the Suns, but never hope to halt what comes

[tainbocuailnge]

Another thing that's... kinda odd about the English translation is in the DRK quests, Myste says "A reckoning will not be postponed indefinitely", which is a big line in basically a secret route of the browser game Fallen London. and yeah, it is a cool line and neat to hear it in FF14... it also doesn't really work for Myste? In it's original context, it's about the remains of a dead demi-god-like being, which was cast into a well, seeking a reckoning and leading the player down a route which will irreversibly destroy their character in pursuit of dark secrets.

Which is not what the Myste sections of DRK were about at all, lol.

oh I could rant for hours about dark knight translations. that questline is actually why I first went to scope out the german script, because I heard drk wildly differs between english and japanese and that german generally stays closer to japanese than english does. I translated some of the fray parts here actually, though you'll note I'm a lot more forgiving of the english script in that one because i hadn't reached sidurgu's parts yet löl

german fray and myste are just completely different characters from english. german myste is upbeat and energetic. he loves people who help others and feels a strong urge to help them in turn. he spawned from the dark knight crystal in response to the loneliness of countless dark knights stored within it so he could console them and be their friend, he's basically the will of the soul crystal itself. he tries to alleviate that loneliness by facilitating reunions with lost loved ones but grows frustrated that this only leads to more partings, so he tries to expand his powers to maintain his illusions forever, because more than anything he just doesn't want to leave his dear friends the dark knights alone. he represents the childish wish at the core of every dark knight for a world where nobody has to lose anyone again.

in the part of the quests where you take myste to the sea of clouds there's this bit where in english he talks about his guilt complex and lets slip that this is also your guilt. in german he tells you that he was always with these people who fight hard for others, watching from the sides, until one day he heard a cry of loneliness and since then he's been trying his best to help people too. that's the moment that for me really hammered it in that these languages fundamentally disagree on what it even means to be a dark knight.

in english myste is desperate to atone for everything he's ever done and fray is your self preservation instinct who is kinda mad that you let it get this far, but they have to forgive him because you're all you have as you walk this lonely and bloody path that you have to believe is right. in german myste is your ideal, the desire to comfort those who have no-one else, crying that maybe it's better to forget altogether if partings can't be avoided and fray is your human heart who agrees that parting will always hurt but that is exactly where you find the strength to continue the fight, because it is worthwhile even if it never ends, and the path may be lonely but you will never walk it alone when there are people who came before you and who will come after you who all share this same dream of a kinder world. of course you won't have to leave us, you're our ideal, you're what we do it all for, as long as we remain dark knights you'll be with us. this all flows very naturally into drk-as-shadowbringers-class and ardbert's deal too but since I haven't reached shb in german yet I don't want to say anything extensive about it yet

i still think english drk was cooking with even your repressed feelings being repressed + the part of yourself that wants to protect itself obviously trying to protect itself and thus not wanting to show vulnerability so en fray postures as the stronger one who will protect you instead, and that fray writing in the journal (and only being able to be honest in a place where you're unlikely to look unless you don't know where to go) is incredibly clever. but in the context of how english treats sidurgu and just the way they handle the entire rest of the game really i also don't think that they were intentionally going for this kind of subtlety, it feels to me more like they just thought sincerity is cringe like usual and decided to make everyone cool and edgy (and thus needlessly mean to each other) instead.

and yeah english fucking loves to just yoink lines from other media whether it's appropriate or not. they turned zenos' final words to wol into a hamilton reference in english, "my first friend, my enemy" is a hamilton line, he doesn't ever call you his enemy in any other language (in german he calls you his hunter though which yes is incredibly horny of him). I'll admit I'm not in a good position to judge whatever epic references the german script makes because I'm unfamiliar with german language popular media so I won't spot them unless someone else points them out but I do know that when german fray quotes fight club it just enhances their characterisation as trying to sound cool and intimidating but failing because they're really kind of lame and awkward and can't hide how stoked they are to hang out with you.

[nuttysaladtree]

@failbettergames

Text ID: blue calligraphy on a gold and white background, reading

"All shall be well and all shall be well, and all manner of thing shall be well" (uncredited, but I always heard this was by St. Julian of Norwich)

[thegreatyin]

And thus, with the passing of 24 hours, Caeru's ambition truly comes to an end. Major Nemesis spoilers below the cut- we're talking endgame ambition business here. Mostly on a character RP front.

The Doomed Scientist made quite a few... choice decisions, in the end. Killing Cups once and for all, recording his story as one of grief-

And sparing what little remained of Mr Mirrors, leaving it free to roam Parabola as it sees fit.

Some of them, he can explain. Others, he's still left to feel... discontent.

Cups needed to die. That much was certain from the start. It was a tyrant, as all Masters are, and complicit in the bargaining and eventual destruction of four (potentially five) cities, as all Masters are. It was an obstacle. A murderer. A petty monster that felt no remorse even on its deathbed, and it went out of its way to ruin multiple lives just because it felt owed its own sick and twisted idea of revenge.

It killed his first love. It looked him in the eyes and he knew what it had done and he knew from the start it was going to die.

Perhaps, in the end, it knew too. And yet it still pleaded, and wanted to live, and-

It made a bargain.

A bargain Caeru didn't take.

Not because he didn't want to. Gods, he wanted to. He wanted it. He wanted it more than anything else in the world. To have Greylu back, to give him the gift of life, of love, to show him the wonders of the Neath and the beauty of the correspondence and all of the people Caeru has met and loved and found home with along the way-

But. He couldn't.

Because Cups was a monster. And no matter what, it deserved to die. And he could not, in good conscience, allow it to live.

Even if sparing it meant everything he's ever wanted.

So he's left here, now. With a bloodied traveling coat, and a bloodsoaked knife, and a favor finally fulfilled.

And nothing to live for. No resurrected lover, no charming visits to Helicon, no slow dances in the living room, no memories to rebuild and lives to live and he won't live again-

Nothing. All he has is a coat born of obligation, not to his love, but to people he's never even met. To lives he's never even touched. To a paramour, still alive, with hair of rose-pink, who doesn't even remember her own brother's existence.

Cups didn't die for Caeru's sake. Cups died for the sake of all who wanted it dead. For the revenger's court, and the ghost screaming in his ear, and the reckoning that will not be postponed indefinitely.

And Caeru, who acted as a tool to carry out their wills? Who all but betrayed his own lover, just to satisfy a cause he never knew existed?

All Caeru is left with, is regret. Regret-

-And grief.

[asleepinawell]

A reckoning will not be postponed indefinitely.

[alexis-royce]

How did the Academic handle the whole Transport affair?

Fun fact! This is also the story of my worst misclick in Fallen London!

See, they try to encourage you to get rid of Transport by making it a massive negative to all of your stats. But the trick is that I do not care about optimization. A stat decrease of over 8% across the board was not nearly enough to make me even consider getting rid of Transport. You mean my character gets to have both a baby Curator AND an action-free pass to go chat with Pages at any time??

This was it, this was how I was going to play the game from now on. I kept it up for months. It was fun. My stuck up Academic was slowly warming to the utter chaos of child-rearing, like a father in a 90’s Christmas film. Every action in game had a second layer of interpretation, because everything my poor Academic did, they did with a chaotically happy baby bat latched to their face, sitting in their pockets, screaming merry choo-choo sounds.

Alas, no reckoning can be postponed indefinitely, and all good things in Fallen London end the same way: with NORTH suddenly accessible on your zailing map. I was up too late in the early morning, using up my last few actions, and my bleary brain did not issue me a vital and timely warning. Instead, it chose to erroneously report me the good news that this was obvious evidence of an unannounced game event, something best begun without consulting the discord, Reddit, or tumblr tag. I hastily clicked to navigate in a northerly manner, and it wasn’t until I had arrived and The Academic disembarked that the chilly consequences of my actions became clear.

I could not re-enter my boat. No game progression was possible until my fluffy, chipper baby was handed over to curator clutches.

I just kind of stared at my phone, realizing that I could either give up Transport, or allow the horizon to win in the end, with a new way to brick my account even though I’d told Seeking, with gusto, and great emotional import, that I was not interested.

I’m not bitter about it, and I didn’t run whining to FBG, misclicks happen and things you love can be lost forever.

But man. I miss that kid.

[nightwing-scp]

Introducing:

Axel Maxwell, Seeker of the Name

it’s a decent cancer that’s keeping me alive and it’s a decent cancer that’s eating me alive

Before venturing down into Fallen London, Axel was always naturally curious. A freelance investigator who'd only take cases that were personally interesting to them- with a few doctorates in very esoteric subjects on the side.

Needless to say, they couldn't resist the call of the Fifth City, a place neighboring both Hell and a vast underground sea, a place populated with squid men and clay men and who knows what other types of people. The prospect of discovery was too enticing.

And so, they made a name for themselves, dealing in the secrets and mysteries of that underground city. For a while, they worked as a Midnighter. Seeing and hearing of all that is done, yet nonetheless never known themselves. And they relished the scraps of information that led to bigger conspiracies that led to frenzied investigations which sometimes led nowhere but sometimes worked out very well for them in one way or another.

And all was well.

Until, one day, after eating some form of Zee monster, they end up far hungrier than when they started. Until one day, they start idly doodling strange sigils of the Correspondence. Until one day when the dreams started. Dreams of hunger and drowning and going NORTH and desperately searching, Seeking.

And when the time came, how could they not accept it? It was the ultimate investigation, seeking the Name. Some questions must be answered, and a reckoning would not be postponed indefinitely, not if they had any say in it.

Wells, darkness, cold, hunger, rage, sorrow, obsession, cold, the North, blood red, cannibalism, self-destruction, and extremely unwise decisions.

These are what Seeking is made of. And what they have devoted themself to. Are they past the point of no return? Almost certainly, at this rate. We'll just have to see.

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....well, it looks like this place is no longer strictly a SCP blog, as I'm bringing in a character that has no ties to the Foundationverse whatsoever (no, not even in meta)- my Fallen London player character OC Axel Maxwell.

Anyways.

Have a playlist, since you're here already.

[retroactivebakeries]

[bizarrebazaar13]

inspired by this post, I designed my own neathy fears, based off of the destinies (the original ones, not the Irem ones)! under a cut for length and spoilers. there’s 14 of them, each with 3 examples of what falls under that category, so strap in. everything except the last one is a destiny.

The Authority. Unbreakable hold on the past, present, and future.

The Judgements

The Empress

The Bazaar

The Gleam. Light is law, and light changes when it moves through glass.

Parabola

The Dawn Machine

The Royal Bethlehem

The Memory. Something fundamentally changed, in your memories and in the present.

The King With a Hundred Hearts

Shapeling Arts

The Cave of the Nadir

The Road. Knowledge, power, and the terrible things done to gain both.

Mr Cards

The Marvellous

The sacrifice of Candles

The Passion. Love as horror, a curse, a driver of disaster.

The Lady in Lilac

Lacre

Light Fingers

The Gloom. What hides in the darkness?

The Unterzee

The Forgotten Quarter

Flute Street

The Appetite. A hunger left unsatisfied.

Seekers of the name

The Vake

Heart’s Desire

The Oath. A promise made, not easily broken.

Mr Wines

Infernal contracts

The sale of cities

The Instrument. You are a tool of violence and war.

Knife and Candle

Jack of Smiles

Hearts’ Game

The Curator. Everything must be watched, studied, and preserved, eternally.

The Labyrinth of Tigers

The Masters’ hoards

Mr Slowcake

The Backstage. Every action has a butterfly effect, infinite consequences branching out as far as you can imagine.

The Great Game

The Moonlit Chessboard

Cats and Fingerkings

The Revelation. Knowledge you were never meant to comprehend.

The Iron Republic

The Correspondence

Artisan of the Red Science

The Torment. Endless pain and regret.

Cline

The Tomb-Colonies

The Cantigaster

The Reckoning. It will not be postponed indefinitely.

The Liberation of Night

Nemesis

Revolutionaries

[bracketsoffear]

The Creature (Frankenstein) "When the Creature created by Victor Frankenstein felt that happiness was out of his reach, he made it his life’s purpose to torment his creator. In the Creature’s own words: “Have a care: I will work at your destruction, nor finish until I desolate your heart, so that you curse the hour of your birth."

He carries out this threat by killing Victor’s loved ones one by one, driving him to repeated suicide attempts and mental breakdowns until he’s institutionalized for insanity. Even after he’s released the killings continue, until Victor forsakes civilization to spend the rest of his life trying to stop the creature. Most vital to the concept of Desolation is that the Creature won’t let Victor die: he even will leave food out in secret when he’s starving, because he doesn’t want the emotional and physical torture to stop.

The Creature’s first turn towards destruction is to burn down the house of the family that turned on him, but he is a great example of the all-too-rare desolation of ice: in wanting to further escalate his creator’s suffering, he leads their chase to the Arctic to intensify the physical pain on top of the rest. This last choice went just too far, and Victor dies of illness and fatigue in the cold. The Creature’s final words are realizing that—just as many avatars do—he had fed on his own misery as much as any others."

Mr. Eaten (Fallen London) SPOILERS FOR FALLEN LONDON, SPECIFICALLY CONCERNING MR. EATEN'S NAME. "Despite Mr Eaten’s superficial ties to certain other entities in the more basic manifestations of his influence, his true allegiance lies with the Desolation. Long ago, the creature once known as [REDACTED] was betrayed by one whom he called a friend, and now his hatred burns eternal somewhere on the edge of dreams. His voice can be heard in the flickering of a candle-flame: listen, and it will tell you what to do. Do as it asks, and you will regret it.

Those consumed by his hatred will seek seven candles of their own, gained through sacrifice and suffering- both their own, and that of others. A dedicated Seeker of Mr Eaten’s Name will, over the course of their journey, completely and utterly unmake themself- they will betray their friends, dragging them down into the very same self-destructive quest. They will give up their home. They will throw their most precious possession- which may be anything from their greatest work of art, page by tortuous page, to their own child- down a well. They will burn most of their possessions for a chance at slow, arduous, luck-based progress. They will destroy their reputation, their identity, and their very destiny, piece by piece. All this culminates in the Seeker themself becoming St Gawain’s Candle, a wax-golem bearing the semblance of living flesh- and the last of the seven candles which form the burning message the Seeker must now deliver.

The reward? For the Seeker, a one-way trip to [One day I will go north to the end of the world, where the White waits and the Gate sails, and there will I burn until -]. For the rest of the Neath? The fiery end of the world as we know it. Mr Eaten’s hatred will not be contained until the Sun itself is cindered and damned, and Judgement brought upon those who betrayed him- in the sense of the furious, searing light of a thousand suns.

A reckoning will not be postponed indefinitely."

[unlimitedbutchworks]

I know this is the most non-statement ever just got too much to reasonably say abt bullets and three cheers and ive been listening to the black parade properly for the first time in ages and ugh… FUCK

god mcr is so good fuck… I don’t care abt anything just been listening to these albums back to back and they’re so potent it’s so… ugh fuck I love music