#fallen london january

[pokemontheywouldhave]

Please reblog for a larger sample size :)

[t6fs]

what's your heart's desire ?

[thedeafprophet]

At long last, I have finished my pixel art attempt of the six seven fanarts challenge~

This was a really fun practice of converting various designs into pixel format, it was a good challenge especially that hat

Individual drawings and tagging who suggested who under the cut!

Furnace suggested by @yoshicolonoscopyfootageofficial

Tatterdemalion suggested by @the-golliest-gee-williker

Hephaesta suggest by @the-dye-stained-socialite

The Youthful Naturalist suggested by the-golliest-gee-williker [again lol]

January suggested by @house-of-mirrors

[and ill be honest i did TRY to do the mask but it was not. working. so i gave up lmao]

The Bohemian Sculptress suggested by @press-f-to-rat

Mr Stones suggested by @bizarrebazaar13

Also if anyone wants the sprite images at their original size for whatever reasons, feel free to ask~

[thegreatyin]

CAERU IS DOING WHAT

Oh, you didn't know?

Caeru's actual purpose as an alt account is to Seek The Name!! AKA the infamous Fallen London storyline that permanently and irrecoverably bricks your account forever upon completion!!!!

It's a whole thing.

He's 2/7 candles into it and everything :)

[incorrectfallenlondonquotes]

September: You called a secret meeting? January: Yes. Close the door. September: (Closes the door) January, from inside: September. Get in here. And *then* close the door.

[superoffbatter]

Honestly the fact that Karl Marx died in the Neath is probably the biggest tragedy in the setting.

Those Revolutionaries need some goddamn historical materialism injected straight in the vein, holy shit. It would have saved Furnace and it would have killed Cornelius on the spot

[asleepinawell]

it is objectively hilarious that you can have four members of the calendar council on your railway board at the same time (five with fate) and no one notices? let's say the jovial contrarian's cover is solid, and september is overlooked because of the castellan thing, and they all use fake names. you've still got april who can't get through a meeting without suggesting we blow something up (valid) and january who doesn't have any real reason to have been considered? does the efficient commisioner really have no questions about any of this? does mr fires? can we get june in here too? she certainly knows a lot about building 'things' with questionable science. what could go wrong

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

last day of January January, so! I didn't do much for her, but here's a full page of doodles!!!

inspired by @thedeafprophet 's Calander Council Art Challenge!

[crazys-art]

art summary of the year!! feel like i really made some progress this year

^ a link to the template i used!!

[freefromlightandlaw]

💜🗓

My favorite NPCs:

5. The Blind Pianist. Her storyline is so interesting, and a genuinely principled revolutionary from actual, literal Hell is just a delicious concept.

4. The Manager of the Royal Bethlehem Hotel. He's an immortal Mesopotamian king who hates capitalism and has spent eons trying to be reunited with his husband. Also, he runs an eldritch horrorterror hotel and controls your dreams. What a concept! What a character! Truly emblematic of FL's over-the-top, so-weird-it's-awesome lore.

3. The Jovial Contrarian. He just rolls around arguing with everyone about everything, and everyone is too busy yelling at him to notice that he's slowly dismantling the police system. Iconic behavior.

2. The Moon-Miser Hybrid. My baby. My child. My glowing chitinous son.

1. January of the Calendar Council. Jewish revolutionary historian who wants to personally fight everything unjust in the world, up to and including the laws of nature. It's like they tailor-made a character for me personally.

When did I start playing? Honestly, I can't remember. 2020, I think.

[jane-d-ankh-veos]

I wonder if January in charge of this city of nightmares feels like the Mayor of Halloween Town 😁

(By the way, an alliance of January and May sounds so poetic... the middle of winter + the bloom of spring...)

[xanaduflame]

I picked up Sunless Seas during a Steam sale, decided to play a bit of Fallen London to get some of the back story and never really stopped. I keep playing because it's a good balance between "semi-strategic clicking with interesting storylines to keep it from getting stale, such helping a revolutionary with the busy work of a city so she'll have more time to plot the overthrow of reality" and "spend ten minutes crafting an outfit that perfectly boosts my team of assassins but also lets my pet worm join in the fun of hunting some guy who agreed to get poisoned for some reason."

Fallen London

i started the fallen london tumblr (well the Failbetter Games one but you know what i mean) in 2014

we are almost at 7,777 followers, at which point i will do something special for you all

please take this as my invitation to reblog this with the reasons you play fallen london so we can recruit more people into our fruity little victorian gang

thank u

[t6fs]

Greetings Fallen London Community

(Censustaker Cameo by @waterlogged-detective )

I am once again asking you all to please take my Census

The Nosy Censustaker has returned with a new, improved, and streamlined census. I received quite a bit of feedback on the first couple, and the biggest hurdle was collating freeform data in a way that was quantifiable. Therefore, I have put great effort into refining the census into something streamlined, thorough, organized, and accessible.

Additionally, a Summary of Respondants has been helpfully collated by the Taciturn Tiger!

Now, data collected by the Censustaker can be viewed easily, allowing us all to see the wide range of ways we create within, and interact with, the world of Fallen London.

As with before, this Census is in-character, and I welcome responses from characters without in-game accounts.

The data I'm hoping to collect is about the ways that creators and characters interpret and interact with the setting, less about how optomised the playerbase is in regards to gameplay.

And on that note, feel free to share it on platforms outside of tumblr. I am hoping to exceed my original dataset of 301 responses, I'd really like to take a close look at the population that lives and breathes in our sunken city.

(If i can find a way to do so, I may find even find a way to publish a volume of individual responses, but we'll see how this goes first.)

The Census will remain open for responses until January 1st, 2025 1899⁵

[thedeafprophet]

January, Under The Mask

[thegreatyin]

Trim your board down jesus

i have no idea what you're talking about.

this is obviously how railway was meant to be played.

[wroetominter]

Come back, be here - George Clarke

In which Y/n and George are friends, who live an ocean away and can’t stand the distance.

Pairing: George X Femreader

Warnings: none, flufffff

Cool breeze whipped my hair around as I walked down the streets of New York on my way to the shop on the corner. The January air was crisp and cool, just how I liked it. I had been living in New York since starting my YouTube career a few years back. It was a great city, with many opportunities for career development - usually. I had fallen into the UK YouTube scene quickly, which made my American roots a bit more difficult in my career.

Luckily for me, a lot of my friends loved the city and would frequently visit. Recently George, Max, and Andrew had visited during a brand trip they had been on.

———

"Max! That is so not how that happened!" I yelled at him from across the table.

"That is most certainly how it happened, I remember it clearly!" Everyone at the table erupted in laughter. Max had told a story about me from one of my more recent trips to London. We had been on a night out and I allegedly stood up on the bench we were at in the club and started dancing above everyone, singing at the top of my lungs.

A blush crept to my cheeks, looking at George sat next to me, hoping he would save me from this embarrassment. "Sorry love, that is what happened." I sighed, knowing I could trust his word as he was the sober one that night.

"Well, at least I kept my clothes on." I laughed.

During this all too short trip, we had visited all of the tourist destinations together. The Met, Rockefeller, and a ton of different restaurants and bars.

When it came time to leave, I stood in my apartment with George. Max and Andrew had an earlier flight, and had left a few hours ago.

"I don't want you to leave" I pouted at him. He smile down at me, pulling me closer for a hug.

"I'll be back before you know it, or you'll be in London I'm sure." We pulled back, I still held onto his arms looking up at him.

"I'm going to book a flight now. It sucks being so far away from all of you guys."

"You could always move to London." He raised his eyebrows.

"I could, if I can manage a work visa somehow..." I trailed off, trying to think of how to logistically do this.

"You'll figure it out. Until then, I unfortunately do have to go home." I pouted once again, wrapping my arms around his waist and hugging him tightly.

"I'll miss you." I said softly into his sweater.

He hugged me back tightly, swaying us together. "I'll miss you too, I'll call you when it's morning for you." I shook my head.

"Call me when you land." I said pulling back from his embrace and leaning against my counter.

"Y/n, it'll be 4 in the morning your time when I land." He explained.

"I don't care, call me anyway." He laughed it off, shrugging his jacket on and pulling the handle of his suitcase up. I walked to the door with him, sadly watching as he left. "Bye George, see you soon!" I said. He waved to me as he left, elevator closing down the hall. I felt sad closing the door to my apartment, sitting myself down on the couch.

I always felt a pang in my chest when I left my friends. They had become such a pivotal part of my life in recent months. I sat with my laptop in my lap, browsing the internet trying to research moving to the UK as an American. I sighed, not finding much helpful information. I figured I should just sleep it off and worry about it later, setting my laptop on the table I pulled the blanket over my body and drifted to sleep.

I woke to the sound of my phone ringing on the coffee table, reaching over instantly and seeing George's name.

"Hello!" I answered, trying to be as chipper as I could seeing as I had just woken up.

"I told you I would wake you up." He said laughing. I looked over to the clock to find it was now half 3 in the morning. George had left nearly 10 hours ago at this point.

"It's fine, I wanted you to. How was your flight?" He sighed through the phone.

"Awful to be honest. I miss you." The tone of his voice became really serious with those words.

It wasn't exactly a secret I had become closer to George than the rest of the group. We had so much in common that everything just came easily with him. I had myself fully convinced if there wasn't an entire ocean between us we would likely be dating at this point.

"I know Georgie, I miss you too... I was actually looking into moving to London the second you left my apartment." I admitted.

"I looked into it on flight as well. I talked with my manager and she mentioned that if you're signed with a company abroad you can usually get a work visa for that country. She said she's done it a few times before for some of her American talents." My heart nearly skipped a beat. He had been thinking about it too.

"Aw, you asked for me?"

"Of course. Don't you realize I want to see you more often? Ideally daily if I can". Oh. He was fully flirting with me now. Borderline admitting feelings for me.

"Are you sure you could handle seeing me every day? I fear you would really see how annoying I am at that point" I laughed, part of me knowing it was true.

"You could never annoy me darling. If anything I'm sure my dry jokes would send you running eventually." Darling. Damn, that one hit me right in the chest. "I have to run though, about to get in the uber home. I'll talk to you later, yeah?"

"Of course, I'll call you. Bye bye Georgie" I said.

"Bye love, see you soon."

After we had hung up the phone I flopped onto my back on the couch, feeling my chest swelling with emotion. I want to see him so badly.

———

I had been hiding this from nearly everyone I knew for months. It was eating me alive every second of every day. After George told me his manager had helped people get work visas in the UK, I knew what I had to do.

I had secretly reached out to her, inquiring about how I was to go about this. I urged to her the importance of keeping this a secret from everyone. I wanted to keep it hidden in case something didn't work, I didn't want to get anyone's hopes up.

It had been a whirlwind of emotions, between getting myself signed to their talent management, to the intense amount of paperwork that came with it. I had made it work, and finally received my authorization to move with a work visa.

I coordinated with an estate agent to secure an apartment right away. Having been to London many times, I had already picked out a few areas of the city I wanted to live in. Luckily in this virtual world, I was able to do everything remotely, from my tour to the application process.

Taking a final look around my empty apartment I locked the door, heading to the office to turn in my keys.

I rolled my suitcase behind me, ready to leave my life in New York behind.

———

After my long flight, all I wanted to do was see my new place. I still hadn't told anyone I was in the country, let alone moving there. I had been dodging FaceTime calls from George for the last few days, knowing if I saw his face or heard his voice I would crumble and give in telling him everything.

After collecting my keys for my new apartment, I took a look around at all of the boxes I had shipped here over the last few weeks. It was basically my entire New York apartment, just in boxes.

Now to put my plan into action to tell everyone. I started by unpacking a few essentials, taking a shower and freshening my outfit. I took a selfie in my living room with all of my boxes, making sure that the background was clear in the window, showing off my London city view. After making sure I had everything packed into my crossbody, I locked my door and made my way to George's flat.

I realized that I had to tell someone that I was there, to be able to get into the building. I decided Arthur Hill would be my safest bet. I sent him a text message asking him to let me into the building, as I was there to surprise George. He obliged quickly, and I was granted access to their building.

I felt my nerves building as I reached the door to their flat.

Wiping my clammy hands on my jeans, I knocked on the door. Secretly hoping that George wouldn't answer so I could play out the surprise, and calm my nerves a bit.

Luckily for me, Chris answered the door. "Y/n! What are you doing here?" He exclaimed, immediately pulling me in for a hug.

"Surprise visit! How are you?" He replied with the normal pleasantries, letting me know he had been well. "Is George home?"  I asked him.

"Yes, he's in his room. Let yourself in. Do you want me to film?" He asked. I instantly handed over my phone and nodded.

Waiting for his queue, I walked down the short hallway to George's room, silently turning the knob and opening the door. His back was to me at his desk, headphones in, blocking out sound.

"Hey stranger" I said, immediately pulling his attention from his computer. His eyes lit up and he jumped to his feet, tossing his headphones on the desk and coming to meet me, instantly wrapping his arms around my waist and picking me up in a tight hug, his face nuzzling into my neck.

"How did you know I needed to see you today?" He said softly, his hand stroking my hair softly.

"Just had a feeling I guess." I replied.

Chris stopped the video "you guys are too cute." He handed me back my phone and I thanked him. He excused himself and I directed my attention back to George who hadn't removed his arms from my waist since we had hugged.

"Is this why you've been dodging my calls?" He joked, smirking at me.

"It may have been." I retorted.

I thought for a minute about how to tell him I was here to stay. I considered just showing him the photo but it didn't feel grand enough considering I had just moved across the ocean, essentially for him.

"Take a walk with me?" I asked him.

"Erm, sure?" He finally pulled away, eliciting a pout from me as he grabbed a sweater, pulling it over his body.

We walked together, making the short trip between his flat and mine. He continues to ask me where we were going, and I continued to assure him he would see shortly. I could tell he was frustrated with the answer, but I knew it would be worth it soon enough.

We came to my new door, and he still didn’t seem to be understanding. I could almost visibly see the gears turning in his head as I reached out to unlock the door and stepped in.

He followed suit slowly, looking around the room. He recognized my handwriting on the various moving boxes labeled around the room.

He turned to face me “is this a prank?” He asked me, searching around the room with his eyes, likely looking for a hidden camera.

I shook my head, smiling at him. “Not a prank. I’m here to stay.” A grin broke out on his face and he wrapped me in his arms once again. I let out a sigh, feeling content snuggled into him. The soft smell of cologne lingering on the sweater he was wearing.

Taking me by surprise, his hands brought themselves to my face, cupping each cheek and he pressed his lips to mine in a kiss. I kissed him back, finding myself smiling into the kiss. He pulled back, keeping his forehead pressed to mine.

“You have no idea how long I have been waiting to kiss you.” He admitted. I leaned in, kissing him again, my arms tightening around him as I deepened the kiss.

“I think I have a pretty good idea.” I smiled at him.

London was going to be very good for me.