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@fallenlondonficswap @alexis-royce I had a lot of fun writing up this fic for your secret swap!! I also had to trim it for the word limit
Mr Pages takes the Ex-Disgraced Academic out for a night at the theatre. Something is being planned.
Rating: Teen
No Warnings
Word count: 2,016(fic) + 398(oc credits) AO3 Link
It was later than typical when the letter arrived at the door. Mr. Cards had just changed out of its robe, and back into the Ex-Disgraced Academic. They were preparing to work on their Correspondence when it had slid through their mail slot.
If neither the distinctive seal, nor name, had not indicated the sender, the address would. It was sent from the tower apartments directly above their own. Those which belonged to Mr Pages, Cards' greatest rival. The Academic broke the seal on the overstuffed envelope eagerly. Their good eye flew over the dense verbage contained therein. It posed no challenge to them, and they quickly deciphered the meaning of the letter. It was an invitation to a play. And yet, did the Academic not recall Mahogany Hall being closed that evening? Oh, something clicked. Rumors had been circulating in Bohemian circles for many years about a forbidden play, performed only with explicit permission from Mr. Wines, against direct order from the Ministry of Public Decency. So why would the Master of censorship, the very one who, if rumors were to be believed, tried to stamp this play out at every possibility, decide to take them along?
The best way to find out was to go. They would send confirmation in the morning, but through the night they would prepare for any likely schemes.
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They agreed to arrive seperatly to avoid being seen together in public. A theatre box far above most was... still public, yes, but easier to mistake features in, or to not notice at all. So when the Academic arrived at their reserved box, Pages was already waiting. At least, they recognized it as Pages as soon as it opened its mouth to wish them an "Enjoyluminating" evening. The loquacious master was not wearing its usual ink-stained robes. It seemed to have even ditched its bandolier of pens and inks. Or, judging on the suspicious way the oversized robe fell, perhaps it was simple under the cloak. The cloak which, based on style and size alone, clearly did not belong to it. In fact, it looked as though it had stolen a spare robe from Mr Apples. It was ill-fitting on the current Master. Pages looked about to burst when the Academic did not immediately ask why it had shunned its typical robe. They took a seat to one side, and then took the bait.
"So, my eloquent acommpanyment, why the change in attire?"
Pages arranged its own chair. "You are possilikely aware of my disgustred for this... play. Thus, you are also aware of my multinumerous attemps to blot it from the history books. As such, the only actors that would perform in it at those with ireverice towards me."
"Ah, so if it were known that is was you... you would be rather unpopular for the night.
"Precisorrectly."
The red curtains raised up, and the audience turned their attentions towards the stage.
An actor strutted onto the stage. Their costume was composed of deep blue and black feathers, contrasting nicely with hair the color of dark cinnamon. Flickering candles lit the stage. The light danced along the costume's wings to bring the iridescence to life. This was the role of the Raven.
Pages leaned over to whisper to its companion. "Jamie Awnings, a Poet-Laureate who writes the most horrendful poetry. How they were chosen I do not know, but I have had to step in many times to keep their work from the public."
The academic raised an eyebrow. One did not typically become Poet-Laureate while being horredful at the art.
The actor's talent with words and meter became evident quickly however. The round Raven began to sing an aria, but the words had not matched entirely with the Academic's research. If it weren't for the research, they wouldn't know that any of the words had been changed. They had, however, but it was well keeping with the original intent, and far better suited to the rhythm and rhyme of the piece.
Pages' attention was rapt and fixated. Pages was also clearly becoming inebriated by the music. Even the Academic was being affected. Still, now was the perfect opportunity to enact their plan. From a hidden pocket of a sleeve, they carefully slipped out a notepad, and a fountain pen preloaded with violant ink. The Academic has chosen their seat strategically, putting their writing side as far from Pages as they could, to hide their work. It was known for forbidding this play, and it was likely to try something tonight. Naturally, they could not be blamed for taking a transcript in shorthand.
The Raven continued their aria, setting the scene to fill in the minimal scenery. Something, however, caught the Academic's notice. Their box provided a good view of the stage, and importantly, the lightest of views into the wings to the side of the stage. The absence of visible stage crew told the steward that there was either a stage crew composed of only the actors, or that what crew there was knew well enough where to avoid walking to be seen. Perhaps both. So when someone in the Ministry uniform nearly stumbled onto stage partway through the song, it was an immediate tip off. Something was indeed going on behind scenes, something Pages had been planning. The rest of the song was performed without a hitch however. In fact, the Official seemed to be avoiding messing anything up as much as possible. Shouldn't he be trying to stop things? Still, perhaps the Academic's plans were compatible with Pages'. The music was working in their favor. It would addle the Curator's thinking, making it less likely to notice the gentle, soft scratching of pen on paper. They were a minute or so behind, but the Raven's personality had imprinted the details onto their mind quite nicely. It would make reconstruction easier later. A new character enters, their costume black and ragged. Tattered strips of cloth are woven into the spokes of their chair, and a shredded train follows behind them. Their stubble and bun were both intentionally left messy and unkempt. The overall effect was reminiscent of a wedding dress that has been dashed upon the zhoreline. A sense of love-sick duty weighed them down. The Messenger's sadness laid like Lacre on the stage. The Raven had been bragging about their singing not a moment ago, but as the raggedy Messenger approached, Raven deferred to the song of the Messenger. Pages scoffed. "That one has never been fond of me, always mooning for another. They have... circumvented my plans on multiple occasions." ~ The scene changed, with no sign of interference. ~ The play progressed, with no one noticing what had transpired, save one. Pages continued to interject comments at odd moments. The Academic continued to respond as well as they could while paying attention to the play and writing it all down. Suffice to say that it was rather difficult, and there were many unfortunate moments lost to Pages’ chattering. They wondered if it was deliberate, but that would require it to know what the Academic was hiding.
The Messenger, now played by a tall actress with manicured facial hair and a tattered groom’s suit, was holding council with the Owls. The Principal Owl had pale, tawny feathers that stood out from his dark brown skin. His head covering had baubles and trinkets that made a light sound as he trembled with fear.
Pages seemed particularly incensed by this scene.
“What do you do among my spires?” questioned the Messenger.
“Why, great master, we watch, we wait, we consume” he responded. “You watch, and wait, and consume, you say. And yet, is there not one who will consume you as prey?” On cue, another Owl stalks out from the shadows.Their hair is stark as fresh blood, the beak of the mask sharp. Their cane makes little noise as it lurks around the others. Their large feather tufts reveal their true nature. They are a Great Horned Owl Hunter. “Great Master, protect us so we will be free from their shrieks always, and we will serve you loyally the rest of our days!” She adjusts uncomfortably. There are many beats of conflicted silence, until she speaks again with a sigh “oh, were it only my unfettered choice. But alas, I owe them their hunts and the joys of their voice.” She left, and the Owls were left alone with the Hunter, who grinned behind their mask. Most of the actors were on stage at this point, distracted by the hunt. Another enforcer! Behind the curtains, nearly tripping on something, and carrying a large stack of papers. The Academic could not get a closer look however, for when they tried to shift closer, an ink-stained talon came to rest on their thigh. The intermission began, the curtain smothering any other chance. With its other hand, the Master made a sweeping gesture to the stage. Ice blue eyes turned towards their box from across the auditorium. Wines, who had bribed the Ministry to allow the play for the night. Their attention snapped back to Pages. “-these actors perform this play as an act of rebellion against me. They revel in this illegalbidden display. It is done to spite me, and undermine my authority”. It spat the sentence with less-than-figurative venom. “I will ensure they acknowledge my position as Paramost Poet and Auteur. And you” it turned towards them with luminescent eyes. They slid their writing out of sight. “You shall bow as well, Mr. Cards”. Was the blood rising to their face from anger? Or from the darker, more intense emotions that often defined the two of them. Those emotions had become so entangled of late. The Academic had been thinking of a clever retort when the brief intermission ended. With a personality that filled the stage and beyond, the Phoenix would not permit distraction from their soliloquy. The reflection of candle flames danced across their round lenses. Instead of the Phoenix's typical dress, this one opted for a tuxedo with the train of a peacock and the color of their fiery hair. “I am so very tired of flames, I will drown myself in snow and emerge in perfect serenity. Or not at all”. “What’s that? You have no more use for flame?” the Messenger reappeared and rolled towards the Phoenix. The scene went without hindrance. Even the final ‘immolation’ of the Phoenix in ice went as planned. It aroused the Academic’s suspicions. ~ When his cane made contact with the stage, it cracked like thunder, and reverberated against the proscenium arch. The gray streaks of his bright hair conjured to mind the storm clouds of the surface. His expression held little pity for the Messenger. Though she was taller by far, her presence was miniscule next to the Dragon. “You again,” she whimpered. “Yes. I remain the servant of you Master, as must you. He awaits the delivery.” “Do not! I beg you, do not! He cannot hear the message yet, he cannot hear what i have to say!” her voice turned frantic, fervent. The Dragon’s voice had little care. “You have a little time yet. Should this place fall, two will remain”. The booming of his cane grew distant as he left. She fell to her knees with a wail. ~
The play ended as it always must, message undelivered, crimes judged, and with Time devoured. The curtain fell, and then rose again for the final applause. “So, why did you invite me to see this play? Should you not have stopped it?” Pages stood to loom over them. It swayed slightly. “Have I not already stopped it? It would be rather difficult to perform without a script!” “The cast could perform-” “Oh certainly! Alone in their cells of New Newgate!” With gritted teeth, the academic stormed off. ~ They found Mr. Wines, and with pulled string, favours, and promises, convinced it to stop the Neddy Men from making arrests. The scripts however, were still missing. ~ Weeks later, new scripts of the Seventh Letter entered circulation. Lines and music had to be reconstructed from memory and missing gaps, but it was rather accurate. Most importantly though, Mr. Pages had not managed a score over Mr. Cards. ~~~~ OC CREDITS.
CURTAIN RISES. The last to ENTER is the PRINCIPAL OWL, with the MINOR OWLS FLOCKING behind him. He has dark brown skin, and near-black hair. He is still wearing his head covering. He is short and slight. He is The Theological Caregiver, created by @moonstruck-stormy. He bows with pride, then MOVES STAGE RIGHT.
The HUNTER ENTERS next. A step forward, ready to extend and ki- a pause. They had forgotten to leave character. A shift, and it is once more Harper Faraday. Light-olive skinned, with spectacles, and hazelnut shell hair. Their cane is light and practical. They were created by @the-insouciant-scientist. They bow, sheepish, MOVE STAGE LEFT. The PRINCIPAL DRAGON ENTERS with the presence of a rumbling Storm. His cane clicks are distinct and pronounced. He hais fair skin, large round glasses, and hair like a cloud rimmed sunset. The PRINCIPAL DRAGON is played by Orsinio Elderwood. He was created by @house-of-mirrors. The MINOR DRAGONS EMERGE from the WINGS to FLANK him. They bow together, then MOVE STAGE RIGHT.
The PHOENIX ENTERS from the East. At first look, they are similar to Orsinio. They share glasses and skin tone and hair color. On second look, they are different. The Partial Performer is taller, and has no cane. They were created by @thedandy-detective. Their bow has been practiced, with calculated flair. They MOVE STAGE LEFT. ENTER the RAVEN. Tonight, he is a stocky actor with russet hair and many freckles. They are short and fair-skinned. This is Poet-Laureate Jamie Awnings, created by @thedeafprophet. He makes a grand, sweeping bow, and MOVES STAGE RIGHT. The two halves of the MESSENGER STEP and ROLL to CENTER STAGE. They clasp hands. The MASCULINE HALF is tall, thin, and pale, with a well maintained mustache and goatee. Her hair is dark and short, and she wears glasses. She is Irving Merritt, created by @the-insouciant-scientist. The FEMININE HALF uses an elegant wheelchair. They have long hair, dark but greying, in a bun. They have stubble, and small glasses. They have fair skin, and are plump. They are Elias Leroux, created by @the-dye-stained-socialite. They bow with much drama. The CAST MOVES towards CENTER STAGE and form a solid line. They JOIN HANDS where possible, and raise them together. They swing forward into a final bow, then slowly raise back up to applause. CURTAIN FALLS.
#fallen london#dye stained fics#fallen london fic swap#mr pages#mr cards#fallen london ocs#the seventh letter#fl lore spoilers#hey! this one was actually both edited AND beta read!!!#also ao3 link coming soon#THANK YOU TO EVERYONE FOR LETTING ME BORROW THEIR OCS#i had so so so much fun writing this it was a delight
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current fallen london fandom experience feels like im standing at the corner of a party holding a sippy cup going. i thought firmament has been pretty fun and intriguing so far
#it wasn't THAT hard to understand what was going on#obtuse and chaotic and full of weird backwards imagery? yes but honestly at this point it's a feature#pretty much the only chapter so far where i didnt have at least a vague mental outline of the ongoing plot is chapter 1#and honestly that's probably owed to the fact it hits you with lots of shit right off the bat that doesnt really. like#Become Clearer until i'd say just now when chapter 3 has released#but like. there's a clear plotted course from A to B here? LOTS of bewildering stuff sandwiched between it all#but the core plot has been pretty concrete. there's a weird fire dream. we're following it. fanfiction writers are fucking with us.#there's a divorced angel now.#not like it's any more or less batshit than usual FL lore offerings#yin-thoughts#fallen london#idk maybe im just delusional#fallen london spoilers#firmament spoilers
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Thanks to @neathbowprideflag for the idea:
Please don't put answers in the tags!
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I've seen a lot of back and forth about the latest chapter of firmament and the conclusion I've come to is that people who have a basic knowledge of some specific parts of fl lore are more likely to have enjoyed it. the problem here being that fl rarely outright tells you big lore things but instead tries to give you bits to piece together, some of which are in ES or the sunless games. and then the lore continues to build on top of that lore. and you end up at lore point 5 where you don't know anything about lore points 1-4 and are hopelessly lost
you then have people who haven't played the other games or gone through the wiki or reddit not having a solid foundation to start from in terms of understanding not only what is going on but why it's important and what the implications of it are
i rambled about it before once somewhere but i think fl would greatly benefit from having a codex that filled in as you went through the main story. something that's an optional storylet at your lodgings with a disclaimer that you can safely skip it if you prefer not to use it. the codex would only give you very basic info (the great chain 101) and could even say things like hey if this lore point seems cool check out the sunless games or these specific ES for more story about it (obligatory statement that this is just wishful thinking and i know the devs are very busy and don't have time to implement everything)
i really enjoyed the latest chapter of firmament, but I've also done the wiki deep dive AND saw a spoiler about what certain things were before i hit the end of the chapter (and to be fair to the people claiming the writing was hard to follow, I'm not sure i would have put the pieces together on my own there) and it greatly increased my enjoyment of the big final conflict in it because i had some grasp of the stakes and the players involved. i don't know what will come of the decision i made (which is good!), but i do understand what decision i made. that's the key bit to me
like i was saying in the first paragraph, it feels like some of the frustration with firmament is partly coming from the fact that fl is a game that rarely outright explains big lore points and rather expects you to suss them out as you play (which probably worked great way back at the start), and that as the game has gotten bigger and longer, people are going to spend less time delving into things from the early game as they rush to get to the cool later stuff and get increasingly more confused when the game bases story off those lore points later on if they haven't stopped to research them. the more the end game lore expands, the more this becomes true. thus my codex idea, a 'here's what you need to know in order to be immersed in the next layer of mystery' guide
#not disagreeing with people who were frustrated with the actual writing itself though even if i was not#i get where they're coming from#chap 2 felt like it hit the right balance#fallen london#flmp#mp#fallen london spoilers#firmament spoilers#i see adding something like a codex as an accessibility feature in some ways#don't have time/energy to scour every single aspect of early and mid game and/or the wikis? we got you#thinking about that one tag on another post where someone was like when i saw fl i thought you meant the state at first#we need a codex for the state of florida for real though the lore goes deep
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#going crazy about the new lore#fallen london#fallen london spoilers#fl spoilers#evolution spoilers#irem#irem spoilers#failbetter games#text#neon future
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Did you notice the Commodore just, casually mentioning The Nadirq
I missed this ask but YEAH! I SAW THIS!
Like, is that public knowledge amongst the Admiralty? How many men did you send down there, Commodore? The implications of this are wild too because somehow this insinuates the water isn't going into the Nadir naturally, and they'd have to redirect it in despite... well, allegedly the rest of the Neath also flooding?
Loving the mental picture of just flooding the Nadir as well. Get flooded, Lilac.
#firmament spoilers#fallen london spoilers#firmament is already promising to reference so much more of the weird lore or deep lore and i am living for it#shoutout to the obvious sequencers already and how /that/ might come up again#ilu anon yes talk to me about FL
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I said I wasn't doing evolution and I stand by that, but I clicked a post and saw Massive Spoilers and I'm just sitting here like "what."
#im. assuming thats somehow lore justified in the story but i am truly baffled#waiting for R to take one for the team for us lmao#im just sitting here like ??????#prophet's fl nonsense#evolution spoilers
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i played My Kingdom for a Pig last night! i feel like you can really see in this one the beginnings of the style that would eventually become the Discordance storyline. unfortunately i don't like the Discordance lol.
i remember hearing there were lore inconsistencies in this, but I couldn't really follow the ending sequence well enough to notice them. (I think maybe it was in a different ending than the one I got). I think it's probably one of those stories that I might appreciate more once I read the full text, but I haven't done that yet, and I'm just going off my first impressions. You have 5 options of people who you can bring with you to the final sequence of story, and each one has a different bit of lore revealed, I believe?
I liked a lot of things about this story- it had a lot of fun concepts, I liked the tone, the Captivating Princess was there and you KNOW i love when my girl shows up, but the final part of the story kind of put me off. It was interesting, but I just don't really care for the deliberately obtuse style of writing that is really popular in certain parts of FL. For me, it doesn't make me more curious or invested or impressed with the poetry in the prose. It just kind of annoys me, because if there's nothing really concrete for my mind to hold onto, I just kind of zone out. Ah, well! At least I got to pet a pig in this one
#es 100% speedrun#es spoilers#i feel like there will be people who read this take and be like 'ummmm irrigos what the hell are you talking about'#'this story is very clear about what's happening. how did you get lost'#well im STUPID OK!!!!!!!!! I AM A SIMPLE MAN#also. ok at what point in fl are the idea of the Stone Pigs brought up#i know what they are because i read the wiki but like. fl is sooo bad at explaining its own lore#that i feel it's very likely that someone would go into this story and not know what the stone pigs are#even tho the story is kind of ABOUT the stone pigs
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Answers under the cut as well with major nemesis spoilers, minor spoilers from an ES and mask of the rose:
What's left of Mirrors is imprisoned before the player encounters it. Chained in the center of a starry moor called The Beggar's Wake. The prison is also populated by something called the Claiming Wind which feeds off memories. It was Mirrors' "pet" from the high wilderness at one time and now is a warden. The wind is pretty scary; if it grabs the player it tries to consume the memories of your loved one and to hold onto your memories you sacrifice another part of you (about a full level of one of your four base stats).
The writing is ambiguous as to how "alive" this remnant of Mirrors is. It refers to itself as "a dream, dreaming." Other text refers to it as a vestige. I interpret it as a dream ghost left when October killed it. This ghost of Mirrors has tattered robes, eyes that look like cracked mirrors, and is trying to shelter itself from the wind with its wings.
We see three versions/memories of how Mirrors saw itself. One as "the peddler king" where it imagined itself as a king in parabola, collecting trinkets. A king is charitable, it says when in a good mood (player passes check), and not charitable when it's in a bad mood (player fails check). One of its crimes was charity, which is a grievous transgression in the high wilderness. The second is a vision of the high wilderness called "a convocation of runts." We see the masters at a time shortly before they went to the Neath. Mirrors is asking to come with them. Here it's quiet and desperate and very beat up. We learn why in number three, "a court of honey and spice." In this one, Mirrors is crouched around a coil of snakes and is caught in the act of glasswhispering by other curators, who attack and punish the crime. It says it doesn't want to dream of this anymore.
I wouldn't necessarily call it self-pitying. Mirrors is portrayed as desperate. It's angry at the "perfidious revolutionary" who attacked it. It begs the player to make a deal. Throughout memories, it yells at the player to stop prodding, because memories are all it has left. It sounds sorrowful, afraid, and very small. Still, it tries to be helpful, guiding the player to the answers they need to escape this place and hopefully free it. "Let usss help. It won't cost you so very much. But there must be a price, always."
"To end a dream, wake the dreamer. To wake the dreamer, speak their name." We get multiple meanings for the Beggar's Wake. It's a clever location title. If you free the remnant, it thanks you, and the text is ambiguous as to whether this "dream shadow of a curator's vestige" will be a threat. It's only a dream; what harm can a dream cause? "The uncast reflection of a vast and winged thing stalks you in your dreams. Sometimes, it brings you gifts borne out of not-quite-gratitude." Nice friendly nightmare? It willingly helps the player act against the Bazaar, which Mirrors is angry and vengeful towards. Like all Masters, Mirrors has issues with the Bazaar.
If you don't free it and instead put an end it its misery, it growls and bares its teeth right before winking from existence. It was barely existing as it was. If you choose this, you receive a "dream shard of the mirror of knives" which is "a vestige of a vestige, of a vestige, drawn to you as its true owner, stained with the desperation of the Masters." Masters plural, not just Mirrors. Fascinating. The player is said to put the knife on their mantle, and it can be used to powerfully manipulate parabola.
Regardless of what you choose to do with Mirrors, after leaving, the player enters The Grave of Mirrors which is a valley in parabola full of broken mirrors, where the player can use one to enter the Bazaar to kill Cups. The player in the rewards of ambition text is said to still dream of a starry moor where a hungry wind roams, but it's only a dream.
In Mask of the Rose, we learn it was Mirrors' idea to pull parliament into dreams, and when they refused to cooperate, it left them to the waking world to drown. In "The Crocodile Who Would Be King," we learn it was experimenting on animals trying to find a way to merge Is and Is-Not. It kept a fingerking as a pet. Why did it have so many weird "pets." All this aside, Mirrors was still complicit in the capture, oppression, and slaughter of 4.5 cities worth of people. Mirrors is tragic and has sopping-wet-cat energy where it's trapped in parabola, and it is helpful to the player who frees it, but it's still a cunning and cruel master with an interest in bargaining and a strong desire for self preservation like its kin.
it's ME, back again with
lore questions for a fic i'm writing
ambition: nemesis edition!
spoilers for nemesis below!
i know the gist of what's up with mr mirrors, but what's its existence in parabola like before the pc rocks up?
also, what do we know about its personality? the impression i've got from snippets i've seen is that it's very melodramatic and self-pitying; is that accurate?
any mirrors info/thoughts would be greatly appreciated!
#nemesis spoilers#lore discussion#fl spoilers#motr spoilers#es spoilers#nemesis#the masters#i don't think i missed anything and i hope this helps!
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(This is my friend telling me about someone else)
sicko voice: hahaha... yesssss
what's funny about the amount of people I've influenced towards fallen london because of my suncrab posting is that. as much as suncrab is a huge lore spoiler for fallen london, it does not goddamn prepare you for FL in the slightest.
it's an undercurrent and the inciting incident, but... the forbidden ship is one of the least notable things going on in that cave. by far
#fallen london#i do when i recc people fallen london from my comic. explain the actual premise btw#i do think at least if you're the kinda person who likes my weird art comic you probably WOULD vibe with what fl is actually about#someone who saw it out of context said it reminded them of. Cultist Simulator lore. so the vibes are related
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Women who deserve better, both in story and writting. *Spoiler warning*
Isabella de Mare
Shes who I think of when someone asks me which character has the most wasted potential. She's a horrible human being with no other qualities but that was fine because she was set up at first as this conniving mastermind behind it all, her whole monologe about not putting all your faith in men was pretty badass and she even knew Ceasre would fall out of love with her eventually, girl just wanted that power. Unfortunately authors didn't want her to be smarter or even as smart as the FL so they dumbed her down into a spoiled green tea bitch with a low intelligence stat.
Rhyse Sinclair
Honestly she's one of the better green tea women I've seen, I like that instead of her immediately trying to mess with Edith she's trying to be her friend and actually does a good job playing the role of the sweet saint while dropping hints of her new rotten nature. I think she was originally a sweet girl who wanted the best for Edith until the Author started to influence her more and more.
Iris Van Conrad
Correct me if I get something wrong cause i just started reading this one. While Iris is annoying and just the typical punching bag designed for the FL to basically say "I'm not like other girls." I kind of pity her, she's getting humiliated every which way. In the beginning the FL pours wine on her for insulting her dress and a comment said that was classy? That's literally the opposite of how to handle a situation with class, she's not hard to dislike but not hard to like either, I want to hope she'll become a real threat but it's unlikely
Rashta Ishka
Ah, the iconic Rashta and probably one of the most famous green tea bitches. This girl was done dirty by both the story and the writting. She's the anti-sue to Naviers Mary sue. She was a slave sold by her father, was taken advantage of by one of her masters and got pregnant, her child was then taken from her by her master and he gave her a dead baby he claimed was hers and that's only a slice of what she goes through.
Nobody really likes her, she's regarded as a stupid slave who barges in on the empress, Sovieshu happily takes advantage of her to try to make Navier jealous and her only friend is manipulating her into ruin, all while any chance at her being complex is destroyed by the writers who turn her from a smart grey character/Villainess to another wicked punching bag to be used as a stepping stone for Navier and Heinrey.
Aisha
Basically Rashta but even worse. She never succeeds in any of her plans or schemes and is always one step behind the girlboss protagonist Robelia. Aisha exists to be the "other girl" fans can make fun of. The moment the protagonist shows up, the ML (who I'd beg to differ is the sole conflict and not her) ditches her to be with Robelia now that's she's "interesting" leaving Aisha to basically throw childish tantrums as she fails to be better than the FL and worse yet, the writer justifies Alexandros cheating and is viewed as misunderstood while Aisha still a pick me concubine who's only personality is trying and failing to win over Alexandros.
Minthe
The only one who's not from a manhwa. Minthe is proof to me that no one on webtoon really cares if your a mistress just as long as your the protagonist. She is one of the few character in lore olympus written with acknowledged flaws and reasons to be upset, Hades gets in an emotional affair with Persephone and apparently she's evil for not sucking it up and being reasonably upset, she's often a victim of prejudice by the other characters and is literally called "nymph trash". Even the fans would ridicule her for being upset and getting in the way of the creepy ship between Hades and Persephone to the point of bodyshaming her and being overly happy when Persephone turned her into a plant. In the end Minthe gets a half-assed arc and leaves the story forever.
Diane Poitier
One of the other well written women in historical manhwas. She's treated pretty badly by everyone including her brother and the Emperor who she tries desperately to keep by her side and she wrongfully takes it out on the protagonist Adelheid but whats different between her and other concubines in other media, Diane was there before Adelheid so it gave a reason why she was defensive (not an excuse but a reason). Seeing her break down when Adelheid actually cared about her broke my heart and really showed just how little worth outside of the Emperor she really has for herself and makes some pretty nice character development for herself and died realizing she blamed her problems on the wrong person.
#rashta#the remarried empress#anti lo#webtoon#I will abdicate my title as empress#sister i am the queen in this life#Today the villainess has fun again#I thought it was a common possession#divorcing my tyrant husband
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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.
#yin-thoughts#fallen london#fallen london spoilers#nemesis spoilers#so! nemesis huh!#i have. a lot of thoughts#overall i think heart's desire remains closest to my heart#but that's almost certainly bc of the obvious ''you always remember your first'' bias#there's a lot of problems with nemesis that have been talked to death by other people way more eloquently than i could ever express#(the big notable stopgates littered throughout. the weird pacing at the end. the fact you never meet your actual nemesis til the finale)#but overall i still liked it a lot!! i loved it actually!!! it singlehandedly made me like cups as a master!!!!#not because of anything nemesis actually DID mind you. i just really liked making up things about it#in place of nemesis. actually featuring it.#which could either be a plus or a minus against the ambition depending on what angle you look at it from#but. yeah. i'd say i enjoyed it. i enjoyed it a whole bunch#and now that ive played 2 out of the 4 ambitions and my FL hyperfixation evidently isnt letting up#it's safe to say we're all here for the long haul#tune in (insert miscellaneous time in the future) for when i finally after like a year and a quarter#get to find out what the fuck truly goes down in light fingers#and also keep an eye out for that caeru-centric fic ive been unsubtly alluding to and still need to write.#ive got a whole outline for it and it's. well#you'll all see when (if?) i finish it#i have some ideas abt how i wanna play around with the nemesis endings + what they mean to caeru#(and i do mean endings as in both of them)#and it all may seem. insane. when we get there#but i swear i have a direction plotted in my head#i swear#scoundrelventures#<- the scoundrel isnt mentioned At All in this post but that works as a general FL oc lore tag
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Maybe around the avid horizon if a solar flare from another star hit the doors? (Don't worry about it) Neathbow northern lights...
Would be cool if there were entangled particles in the earth's upper atmosphere and in the neath that reacted with the same colors but that's probably beyond the physics of the game's worldbuilding XD
And Wines mentions the auroras in cricket anyone 🤭
Oooooh what if something like moon pearls that reacted to geomagnetic storms instead of moon phases
The Creditor might even have insight because the rotation of the earth's core is what creates our magnetic field to protect us from solar radiation and produces auroras! Chthonosophy is increasing
i wonder if there's anything like the auroras in the neath with the neathbow colors....
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All the text I've seen so far for the creepy library book shows like the worst possible ending for every ambition path, hmm. I like the "you done f**ked up" vibe directed towards the player to whom everything must always work out perfectly. But also: we are in the library of a higher power, most likely a judgement, who probably has an anti revolutionary, anti chain breaking stance. So that probably adds some bias to these pocket dimensions!
However I do wanna see a disastrous future for the LF Diamond lmao. And Mr Cards, I mean who said that.
Also notable: the nemesis ending I got only checked that I had the ambition and not which ending value I got so hmm. (If other ambitions got variable text and nemesis only had one I'm gonna laugh then bite something aha 💀)
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the 'big surprise' cdrama for me in 2023 that clearly didn't hit for anyone else but strangely I was all about it: Love You Seven Times
"This way, in the next life, and the life after that, you'll be able to find me."
"I may forget who I am, but I will never forget you again."
tbh 80% of the times I enjoy myself a xanxia but by the end I don't ship it. The couples torment each other too much and I emotionally disinvest. I started out already prepared to not care too much about the Love You Seven Times relationship, before one of them starts stabbing the other in the heart while marrying someone else. And then these bastards kept... not doing that? They sucked me in!
(Spoiler-heavy review)
When we are introduced to the 2 leads, they seem like your prototypical xanxia main characters. She's a super young cloud spirit. He's a jaded, cold & arrogant god of war who is impatient and derisive towards her hapless accidents & naivete.
But what's eventually revealed is that you aren't seeing the beginning of their story. These are actually the second incarnations of the essential characters - an immortal couple who are absolutely ride & die for each other, come hell or high water - and who cannot be kept apart or made to betray each other, no matter what tribulation they transmigrate into or how their memories are restricted.
We get:
* their original rom com to tragedy story, where they are wronged by the villian but never wrong each other
* a god arc [the story's bookend] where they are both missing their memories but come together again
(reborn as baby animals 🐯)
* mortal arc where she is transmigrated into a story and he is trapped in-character
* mortal arc where he transmigrated into a story and she is trapped in-character
* body swap mortal arc where they are both aware transmigrators
* demon realm arc where they are deep undercover and lie to each other while trusting implicitly
* a secret 8th thing, cause their love never dies
Usually the 'love trial' arcs get a heavy fast forward from me. But here you have to invest or not watch at all. And I got interested because while per usual the mortal personas are Not Them... They then carry the collection of personas with them. Those experiences change them and actively linger. And the way the couple occupies these stories is fun - playing it straight, playing along, role swapping, cat demon petting...
This xanxia's lore says that the person's essence, the heart of them, is present deep-down: regardless of the outline proscribed by the Fate Book. And these guys are so very extra that they skew every trial they participate in. I liked how near the end, FL says do you know who I am? and ML lists all of her different identities she's carried. In Eternal Love, I was super annoyed by Ye Hua telling Bai Qian that I know you, you're Su Su. Sorry but to me Su Su has nothing in common with Bai Qian. But here, by the end, I did feel like all of those people are a part of FL and she feels that too.
"Who are you this time?"
For these two, I can believe it doesn't matter.
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Hiram couldn't help anyone during the fall because he was too busy 1) clinging to the most stable building in his proximity, 2) desperately trying to sprint away from said building's collapse zone once its walls gave way, and 3) having the worst panic attack of his life after the ground sank beneath his feet. After that, he tried to return back home to his family but his entire street wasn't there anymore.
So, needless to say, Le Précipice de la Tombée is offering him some interesting possibilities, such as actually managing to know what to do. He wants to be better prepared for the next time disaster strikes. Or maybe, if he can play a great enough game, there won't be a next time.
#i just played the update. i am Screaming#hiram is screaming too but for different reasons#get trapped in the narrative idiot#fl spoilers#hiram hargrave#hiram lore#backstory
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