#metaphysically educated rattus faber

[swinglatte]

Rose Feast happenings.

[February 9 & 10, 2021]

[amneiger]

Reading through...

Send a Custom-Engraved Skull. Say it with a grisly visage of death.

Send a Metaphysically Educated Rattus Faber. Choose an open minded recipient – the rat needs little excuse to put on a shameless performance, and you can only ask her so many times to avoid winking at the more salacious stanzas.

Send a Hamper of Heart-Cuts. A stack teeters before Mr Hearts' Exotic Meats Counter. 'Fresh this year!' a sign promises.

Send a Rose-Bearing Maggot. Reared in a dark cellar on the succulent flesh of hopes, far from the unforgiving glare of realistic expectation: nothing says FEED ME like a colossal maggot with a rose clenched in its beak.

Send a Promissory Note for Intimate Favours. A fictional bank; a popular gimmick. But are you offering your favours? Or suggesting that their carnal ambitions are doomed unless a kindly soul underwrites them?

Send a Mouthless Amber Mask. Mmmm mmm mmmmm?

Send a Blemmigan Pedant. London's fungal craze is burgeoning. Blemmigan-vendors spring up in Veilgarden. Cages rattle with ambulatory purple fungus. "They make marvellous pets!" a vendor insists, as his wares gnash at their bars with razored beaks.

Send a Tanned Mask. The maskmongers like to claim this is human skin. Some people will do anything for attention.

Send a One Way Ticket on the 12:15 to Hell. The Moloch Street Express accepts reservations.

...Fallen London's ideas on what constitutes reasonable Valentine's Day gifts.

[the-ratronaut]

Happy Feast of the Rose fellow Londoners! Please feel free to hit me up in game, I'll send you a rat (specifically a Metaphysically Educated Rattus Faber) in return! My in game name is in my bio.