I want to play Fallen London again but the problem with Fallen London is that while you're playing it's all perfectly simple and ingrained but the moment you step away for like, a month, then when you come back suddenly the entire game is like "If you really want to continue this storyline you'll have to get 9 Whispers of a Lovelorn Dream and sell them to an authoritarian rabbit in the 87.2th circle of hell where it'll bestow on you the Token of an Inadequate Perfume-Maker, but first you'll need to buy the Indefatigable Jetski from the Fulminating Dowager at Watchmaker's Hill by collecting enough Pieces of the Flayed Corpse of God and converting them into Baptized Rat Kings." and I'm like wow I cannot believe how recently I understood what all of that meant. but now I. do not.

After learning that everyone’s ship had a different name (or at least there was a large pool of potential names) I desperately want to know everyone else’s. My dear Sufficient lived up to her expectations and was just enough to save the city, and all the others deserve to be memorialized too.

高島野十郎「蝋燭」 Takashima Yajuro “Candle"

new kind of guy

my crew: uh captain... what are you doing? me, on purpose raising my troubled waters quality in order to die at zee: shhhh shh its fine i just need the clue for the museum its fiiine my crew, crying: captain what does that mean

fun fact! as soon as the museum opened with the poison exhibit, a variety of people took the museum wanting no deaths in it as a challenge to perish in the museum!

Good thing there's neathbow light that can cause wounds to assist in said endeavors

Fallen London players, at the slightest hint of Failbetter trying to keep us safe:

not a fan of how the last two clues I can reasonably get (which I need if I want the 10 clue vanity quality) are reliant on card draws

All the items from Sunless Sea are so interesting I wanted to do my own versions of them. Some of them I wanted to base off the in-game image, and others I decided to just go entirely off the item name and do my own thing.

The Masters of the Bazaar are so funny because they all have jobs and they do them and sometimes they give you a job and sometimes they ignore you and sometimes they appear out of darkness like a nightmare and deal a mortal wound to you and then leave knowing full well that in the Neath it would pretty damn hard for you to die from that so you just go to work the next day and they act like nothing happened

call that rainbow capitalism

(hearts, wines, fires, pages, spices, iron, stones, mirrors, cups, veils)

Saints are all about death. It's prerequisite, for saints, he said.

— Ali Smith, from How To Be Both

Recurring Dreams (Fallen London)

You dream that you're sitting on a flat piece of ship's deck, on a calm sea, under a sky of brilliant stars. Heaped on the deck are piles of sand. You reach down to pick up a handful of the stuff, and find your fingers wound in your bed-sheets instead. You open your eyes. Someone has scratched on the headboard of your bed the single word: NORTH.

Details of:

Magritte: Not to be reproduced / von Leypold: Mist over a Russian cemetery Wfs: Maritime scene / Serres: The wreck of the H.M.S. Deal Castle off Puerto Rico during the great hurricane of 1780 Hackert: Fisher family at nighttime campfire with turbulent sea / Saint-Evre: Miranda playing chess with Ferdinand

The fl tumblr Community is just seven people reblogging eachother

all contact with the surface is cut off because my vessel got lodged sideways in the cumaean canal