#so have this oldie lol

[atinydragon]

The Worst Day to be Teleported

A little blast from the past, about 2018? Never posted it here so thought I'd do that now

Basically just a Gulliver's travels sort of deal, but with non-humans and inaccurate science because that's how I am lol

I had a plan for a sequel, and wrote some of it. But I have a new idea of how to do it that I might explore...

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"Okay, so I left my invention in this room. It should be on a desk somewhere."

"This room? As in the one that is almost pitch black?"

"Yes?"

"Nope not doing it."

"Please Drake! You know I can't see well in the dark."

Drake raised an eye ridge and looked into the room in question.

It was extremely dark, with the only real source of light being what was pouring in from the hallway. Quite a few boxy machines and crates were visible. Farther in there were pinpricks of light coming from various buttons and those red emergency lights. Metal tubing snaked through-out the room, on the ceiling, the floor, and even suspended in the air. To top it off the lost object was a small little machine most likely way in the back.

"Yes Carl, I know that, but this room looks like it crawled out of a horror movie. And what even happened to the lights?" said Drake

"But it's for my meeting! I don't know, one of the mechanics said something must of broke or whatever. Please, it will take hours before they figure it out and I only have one!" said Carl.

Drake sighed and lightly thrashed his tail against the ground. "If I end up in some horror movie-"

"You'll be fine, it's just some storage room. What could possibly happen?" said Carl.

'Famous last words, but-'

"Fine, fine. I'll go get it."

"Thank you!"

Weaving through all of the clutter, Drake made his way through the room. It quickly got significantly darker as he strayed away from the door. It didn't look like there were an desks nearby...

As Drake stepped over a box his leg scraped against something metal. He held back a shriek as some of his scales were pulled out of their places. After realigning his scales, and resisting the urge to just walk out of the room, Drake continued.

Eventually Drake spotted a desk. It was at the very back of the room, with almost no light and nestled in a sort of room made by several large machines. The only way in was to go through an opening between two of the machines that was just big enough to be a small hallway.

Of course.

Drake took a deep breath, mentally cursed Carl for his choice of storage, and began walking through the makeshift hallway.

He was about half way through when he was hit with a sudden wave of nausea. He stopped, and tried not to fall over. The room was getting even darker.

'What is happening?'

The room was now pitch black. Drake's head was spinning and his stomach was doing somersaults. Some kind of energy was coursing through the air around him.

Then, without warning, the floor dropped from beneath Drake and he started plummeting to who knows where. Drake couldn't even gasp in surprise, the wind was knocked out of him as soon as he started falling. His nausea got ten times worse. He couldn't tell if he was going to pass out or throw up.

In the end it was apparently the former.

Drake hit the ground and his eyes snapped open. It didn't feel like he was just falling, though, more like he fell asleep too fast so his body jerked to make sure he wasn't dead. More importantly though, he was now somehow on his back and curled up. He could feel his feet, head, and shoulders pressed up against rock like walls. His knees were dug into something metal in the air.

It was still pitch black. In an attempt to find an exit, Drake squirmed around. He bumped up against blocks, little bags, and some metal things. His arms scraped against the walls and what felt like window indents.

'Did I somehow get stuffed into a dollhouse?' he thought

After he stopped squirming, he noticed a faint sound coming from outside of the 'dollhouse'. It sounded a lot like voices.

"Hello? Is there someone out there?" Drake moved around some more in an attempt to sit up. He planted his feet against a wall. One of his feet abruptly smashed through something. Judging by the splintering sound, it had been a door.

There was now a tiny bit of light, and the outside noises were somewhat clearer. The noise was definitely voices, now frantic sounding. Engines revved up and tires roared against dirt. Eventually all of the noises faded away.

'Nice going Drake, scare away your best chance for help.' Drake started squirming again, looking for a bigger weak spot. His claws eventually found the roof. He pushed against the metal, the whole building moaned in protest. He kept pushing, slowly sitting up as he did.

Then half of the roof sprung away from the dollhouse with a piercing shriek of metal.

Light and almost painfully fresh air imminently assaulted Drake's senses. As his eyes adjusted to the shock, Drake gulped in some air. He hadn't realized how musty it had been in the dollhouse. Eventually he got his eyes to open.

The dollhouse was a rather large replica of a factory. The roof was slightly domed shaped, with the mangled remains of a tiny catwalk attached. All of the walls were made to look like they were made of tiny bricks, with several bricked up windows. There were several piles of crates and bags, a majority of which were crushed. A few miniatures of strange looking equipment were scattered about. Everything looked incredibly realistic.

'Jeez, someone put a lot of work into this. Why and how would someone stuff me into it?'

Drake grabbed the now roofless wall and began attempting to squeeze out through the opening. And then the wall gave way.

Something collided with Drake's head as he fell into a heap on the crumbled wall. He lifted his head up to find that something to be a silo that was now laid dented on the ground.

'I really hope I'm not around when whoever built this comes back.'

In an attempt to not completely destroy the little factory, Drake crawled out through the hole he made. When he stood up he found that the factory came up to just a bit over his knees. Then Drake looked at his surroundings.

All around him were trees not much bigger then the factory. There were several hills in varying distances from him. The sky was a deeper blue then usual, with clouds drifting by lazily. The trees rustled as a breeze blew through. It was all way too real.

'This has to be some elaborate prank, right? There's no other explanation...'

Drake's eyes darted around until they settled on a bare piece of earth by the factory. Scattered about the clearing were shoe prints, tire tracks, and abandoned crates. They were all proportionally bigger then everything else, but not as big as Drake apparently was.

'Please don't tell me that I'm somehow legitimately in a tiny world.'

Drake wandered over to the front of the building. Pieces of woods and bricks were strewn all over. A hole the size of Drake's foot was taken out of the wall.

Cringing, Drake looked away from the building. There was a dirt path, or road, going in two directions away from the clearing.

He felt sick. There was nothing but small trees for miles. No signs of anyone else.

'Okay, don't panic. Whatever you do, don't panic.'

With no idea what else to do, Drake turned right and walked down the path. He has always been able to think better while walking. Maybe he would realize something that would make this make sense, or he'd at least clear his head.

His tail swished back and forth as he walked. Then, since he can't even go a minute without hurting himself, Drake's tail slammed against a tree.

Something behind him screamed.

Drake froze and slowly turned around.

Half laying on the path was the strangest person Drake had ever seen. They looked like a person shaped mouse. They were covered in brown fur, with circle shaped ears sticking out of their head, and a long stringy tail.

They were also about the size of Drake's pointer finger.

'Oh dear Gods.'

[chaimachi]

Skully and Lilia couldn’t meet because they would have been too powerful as a duo.

They’d scare the hell out of everyone and probably have some of the wildest rager parties ever. While he canonically likes Opera, I bet Skully would also like Lilia’s death screams. Lilia would just enjoy having someone to pull pranks and scare others with.

[hazellvsq]

hazel levesque fic recs:

i put this together from ao3 and ff.net, the criteria is that the fic is good and does something interesting with hazel. most of them are under 10k or 5k words, and i tried to roughly group them by pairings or by subject so people can go for what they're interested in (romance, friendship, au, whatever)

pre-series: Horses by SpellStorm, Opposites by Band10hut, A Land Beyond the Gods by TagTheScullion, Unnatural, A Minimal Height of 54 by hecatea, blessed joan, duty bound to God, give me courage by staybeautifulnow, Hazebug by Leaf Skeletons

gen/au: Hazel’s Problem by MikeWritesThings, Ignis Aurum Probat by romanitas, not a second time by seaweedbraens, A Short Story on the Revival of Hazel Levesque by LastHope, the end of the line by Pets, all my flowers grew back as thorns by revelationinthelightofday, when i'm ready i will fly us out of here by blackcatintherue, Sixty Days, Make Death Wait, Maximum Security, So Be It, A Brief History of Dance by HecateA, Turn My Sorrow into Treasured Gold by Thatcrazyfan, Tired by Donzepan, Cross My Heart And Hope To Die, interregnum by bunnyinthemeadow, golden gods by adaimperium

hazel and nico: How the Death Squad Saved New Years by scrhaiser, We Have Each Other Now by ikeasharksss, Brother of the Bride by celestialshimmer, Centuries by FlyingBoar, in the bleak midwinter by yrbeecharmer, i don't wanna be alone like this (why don't you make it what you want it to be) by rainnows, Those Who Run by HecateA, spring's stepchildren by dovetail (icedmango)

frazel: Do I Wanna Know by PastyPirate, Cold Toes Heavy Shoulders, Burned Out, Behind the Scenes by notcoolenoughtobehere, In the Stables by TheGirlWhoRemembers, Un Peu d’Amour, un Brin de Miel by mautadite, ghost hunter, 20 by waddled, It's Nice To Have You With Me Tonight by queerlettuce, A Way to Hurt by FoxyAtlas, I'll Keep You Warm (When You're Frozen to the Bone), Half bloods, assemble!, HALLOWEEN EXTRAVAGANZA 2017 by sssssssim

hazel friendships: the sketchbook, The Red of the Rising Sun by femmepire, mea maxima culpa by ExceedinglyPeculiarChick, For the girls by MagnusFierro2020, Embers in My Fingers by auristelaswife, Old Eyes by theforgetfulalchemist, Hazel's Hair by Vikingfangirl23, dance of the corpses by rosegoldblood, just as we have by 723, Hold on to the memories (they will hold on to you) by anna_was_here, if we make it through december, everything's gonna be alright, i know by polypanpercyjackson (ineedibuprofen), Cards, Monster Fighting, and Other Girly Things, glitter in their eyes, smoke in their lungs by ash_ish, Outside Assistance by malrie

hazel rarepairs: Hazel’s Wash Day by afuckingcastleintheclouds, Birthday 20 by HecateA, Master of the Stick by ryoku, Domestication of the common vampire, Reunion by historicallyredacted, digital love by rosegoldblood, aurum et argentum, There's something in the way you roll your eyes by Thunder3Zigon7, our love was made for movie screens by levesquelsimp

ensemble fics/non-hazel fics with good hazel content: twist your brain around by artfulacrostic, Tattoo by ricecookerwritings, Stucco Hearts by ananbeth and writergirl8, The New Rule by books4belle, Siamo Nei Guai by kingburu, a necessary not-evil by Notebrooke, Mortals Meet Demigods by MaryaDmitrievnaLikesSundays, Apartment 305 by waddled, we could walk straight through hell (with a smile) by seaweedbraens, Hold Tight and Pretend it’s a Plan by Rynna_Aurelius, The Standard Job by CrystalZelda, Caged by historicallyredacted, Connected by Chaoticneutralpaladin, memento mori by rosegoldblood, Invictus Maneo by adaimperium, Only Honey in the Valley by Baye

[peronasbeloved]

more cuddling even though i’ve drawn basically this exact thing before because it’s like 90 percent of my fantasies

[esteemed-excellency]

Playlist Masterpost

All my Fallen London playlists, finally organised in one post 🎶✨️

Lyrics and instrumentals that remind me of Fallen London in general:

Brass Embassy playlist: instrumentals only, mainly 20s stomps and rags

A neathy Berlin soundtrack for the Neon Future:

Hiram's playlist:

A playlist for Captain Francis Dargor, blorbo from @thunder-threnodies brain:

A playlist for Hiram and the Deviless: classical instrumentals to dance the rose giveth to

Another playlist for Hiram and the Deviless, songs only (the brainrot got to me):

Not strictly Fallen London related, but if anyone is looking for similar vibes I can offer you my classical music collection:

My favourite oldies: songs and instrumentals from the 20s to the 40s

And last but not least, ye olde Shanties Playlist:

[keeps-ache]

need to be exploding something but i Can't for some reason. just Can Not. my ability to do is just. Nay

[frozcnlight]

// I'm awake and I'll make it everyone's problem (in a hopeful positive way = 7 =)

[new-york-no-shoes]

2024 Outfits: 1/15-1/21

[indiegame]

got to talk to my fav shop keeper for over an hr again lol

[opens-up-4-nobody]

hypothetical struggle between Christianity and paganism in bbc merlin? 👀 one that's very neurodivergent? 👀 do tell

Okay, so Athurian times take place in the early dark ages. Which was probably a weird time for religion in Britain. Because the Roman occupation had just come to an end, leaving behind the structure of catholicism at least with those in positions of power. But religious beliefs were still in the process of blending together with the local practices and other religions, leading to some odd gnostic beliefs. Obviously, bbc merlin doesn't talk about Christianity within Camelot but I think we can assume the catholic church would have a position at the round table. Presumably, Arthur would grow up instructed in catholic belief, go to mass, and have bishops or whatever advising him. He would rule by Devine right, sanctioned by the pope and magic would be characterized as demonic. And that somehow raises the stakes for me, imaging magical merlin within the walls of a very catholic Camelot.

I just have this image of merlin in the back of a cathedral as Arthur attends mass. Kneeling in this beautiful building, head bowed low as the congregation sings praise to a foreign God in a foreign tongue. A God that would apparently have merlin tied to a stake and burned alive. And merlin choking out his empty prayers, echoing in the verbal praise under the isolation of his nonbelief and magical association. Full of fear and venom.

The hypothetical struggle I imagine is one of catholic enforcement pushed by Arthur's religious advisors and Arthur's morality. Because Arthur is a good person and slaughtering a people on the basis religion is insane. So, what does it mean for Arthur if he stops listening to his advisors and starts accepting magic? He has to contend with a spiritual struggle, not just the secular issues presented in the show. And I would looooooove to watch that. The bending of Arthur's beliefs into something more flexible and less rigidly Christian according to the church of the time

[depressedraisin]

we icarus-ed a bit with our expectations for the london gigs me feels like.......

[stinkrascal]

Gah those who say simblr are dead should go and consume the hundreds of posts by storytellers or game players and get excited or attached so they can look forward to updates. It’s unfair that because new content isn’t being continually uploaded daily it’s deemed as dead. There’s also so many people who post text updates about their days or lives. There’s so much more life in this community besides a new edit being dropped daily to look at! Or go find new blogs! Get out of your comfort zone guys! This community also has waves of activeness and quietness which is normal for the summer time. (Sorry, I’m not ranting at you, I’m hoping that maybe people will realize that this is nothing new and to stop worrying themselves over it.)

i totally agree anon! tbh i do have sympathy for those who say this, because i totally remember having this same concern in earnest years ago when simblr first had a massive dropoff from the activity i was used to seeing in 2018. but it's kinda funny now, after so many years have passed and people are still saying the same things about how simblr is dying when it very obviously hasn't died yet haha. this is just the level of activity it's been at for a while now, but that doesn't mean it's dying, it's just being maintained at a different rate than it was back at simblr's peak activity (which again imo i'd say that was around 2018). there's always people posting on some corner of simblr about something, whether that's story posts, gameplays, edits, or even just answering asks or making text posts abt their days. you just gotta explore your options and follow as many simblrs as you can yk!! it's unreasonable to assume ppl are gonna post "content" every day (remember that this is just our hobby and not a full time job lol), but the community is still definitely here nevertheless

[stelashe]

25/30+ Yo dni is something that both amuses and creeps me out like minors dni is meant to protect them not ostracise while yo old fuck don't get close or I call the police for abuse is... just rude?!

[dangerliesbeforeyou]

bro wHAT??? was anyone gonna tell me it was the 15th anniversary of horrible histories a few days ago or was i supposed to just be jumpscared by my youtube recommendations instead?!?

[arolesbianism]

Hm. I am getting the distinct feeling that either revanced broke or some apps are doing smth real shitty

[suiana]

yandere! prince who got cursed and became a statue for like hundreds of years. only the kiss of his soulmate will break the curse that got cast on him by a silly wizard.

enter, you.

innocent and silly you, walking through the forest (maybe trying to look for your next monster hookup) before bumping into this... this beautiful marble statue of some prince??? what? who even is he?? why is he here???

is this... your main character moment? where you kiss him and the two of you fall in love and- haha! that won't happen! you're just being delusional!

of course, being the silly specimen you are, you still kiss his lips without thinking much of it. i mean, you fucked some monsters before. what's a marble statue gonna do? he's hot, might as well right?

WRONG.

you shouldn't have done that because the second you kissed him this bright light came bursting from his chest and now you were being kissed back by this random oldie who's now supposedly human again.

"ah...ah... are you my soulmate? god you're beautiful-"

"dude i just wanted to fuck some monsters."

unfortunately, no more monster fucking for you :( because this geriatric prince is jealous as FUCK and will absolutely go batshit bonkers if you as much as suggest looking at someone else.

"lol, that drider looks kinda hot-"

"ahaha what drider? *cleaning blood from his sword*"

he's made himself a part of your life, without your consent by the way, and it's going to stay that way. no, he doesn't care if he's from centuries ago, you're his and he's yours. that much is certain to him.

so now you have a god of a prince hovering by your side 24/7. plus side is you get to see him act like a grandpa with all the new technology and lingo!

"my dear, what is... sk... skebeede? skibidi? how do i exit this app? ah, i want to take a picture, how do i- *breaks phone screen*"

he's trying his best :( just love him dearly, won't you?