#mr sacks

[mamaito]

[annarooma]

So, this was my first Christmas in the Neath, and now this Mr Sacks is coming by with their sack to ask for things. I didn't really know what to give them after they got disappointed with me just giving them my regards yesterday, so I gave them some wine today. They seemed... Happy with that at least?

[anomaly-beans-draws]

That night as you sleep, Mr Sacks crouches on your window-sill-

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

Is that truly the Crimson Beast of Winter? Or is it merely a Londoner who donned its Incarnadine Fur Robe?

@failbettergames this is my entry! and here is a bonus blooper

The Tabby Striped Cat, the Tabby-Striped Cat! Would climb into my cloak, but not the sack!

[waterlogged-detective]

Workshopping a Mr. Sacks design

[viric-dreams]

🎵 you better watch out

you better watch out

you better watch out

you better watch out 🎵

[dr-baasha]

I don’t know which is funnier, this answer coming from a long time Londoner who has been through the ringer and come out the other side successful and with absolutely zero self awareness or a newcomer who has been gassed up and is very soon going to have a bad time.

[the-masterless-press]

Merry Christmas to all who celebrate! I hope Mr Sacks is good this year.

Here is to more lesbians next year!

[thevioletscout]

At Your Window

That night as you sleep, Mr Sacks crouches on your window-sill. Its robe is the colour of salt, and its hood is trimmed with red fox-fur. I have brought you gifts, it whispers.

He reaches into his red-trimmed robe with both hands, and tugs. He collapses like a fallen tent, and lies very still. You return to bed. In the morning, your windowsill is heaped with fresh snow.

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Sibyl Bierce had a very strange interaction with Mr Sacks, and the poor little rev'rend has developed quite the appetite in the process.

So as mentioned in a previous post, I created an account for my OC Sibyl with the purpose of seeking Mr Eaten's name. However, I wasn't entirely sure how I was going to start. Honestly, I was planning to build Sibyl's reputation with the church a little more first. But the 12 Days of Mr Sacks provided quite the opportunity that I couldn't pass up.

I considered having her accept the bread crumb and go straight into the storyline, maybe make some kind of parallel with communion, but I decided I wanted to draw things out a bit. Plus, the heart had far more interesting visuals that I could build upon later.

And I won't lie, I might have been feeling some inspiration from the Nosferatu remake since I recently saw it with my brother.

Sidenote what even happened to the heart? Did it disappear with the rest of this Mr Sacks? Did we eat it??? It kinda sounds like it never made it out of the cloak, so I assume the former, but I chose to have Mr Sacks/Eaten show the heart to Sibyl for artistic purposes.

Anyway I think Sibyl needs to stay away from windows in general. It has not gone well for her in Fallen London or Call of Cthulhu!

Used stock photos as reference.

[geraldofallon]

What will you put in my sack?

[c-schroed]

Today was the day when the rats that I sided with to get that poor fox out of Mr Sacks' custody had their great attack. Against the incarnation of Mr Irons, of all Sackses. And what shall I say.

Went not as plannend. Not at all. But. Mr Irons commenting a situation with a single "?" - Absolutely worth it. Absolutely. Worth it.

Oh, and we also got the fox, in the end. Poor thing. But this first bit of text? That's what I really wanted. Thanks a lot, @failbettergames!

(Interested in the whole result text? Feel free to find it after the cut.)

[shrike-sorokoput]

Today's sacks is.... well

(spoilers below)

I mean at least shrike isn't going insane (yet)

got one of the names... one of them

[nebulousboops]

So. I may or may not have made an au where William dies in his first springlock accident and his spirit (or remnant or whatever) somehow ends up in the Fredbear plush instead of the suit

[thegreatyin]

i'm proud to say that the scoundrel has officially reached her final form.

tremble at her power.

[cepheusgalaxy]

OH. IT WAS VI.

[agender-mr-burns]

telepathically sending my period cramps to Mr Burns