hmmmm

This is why no one on the Calendar Council is mutuals with June anymore smh… based on that one picture of Junji Ito (under the cut along with the very powerful rough sketch)

what's a vane? they're described as a feature of masterly anatomy a few times in the game, but i can't find a fitting definition for the life of me

I would say it's sort of a lyrical reference to their wings. Always makes me think of cathedrals and umbrellas, personally.

The War of Assassins carousel is really funny if you don't do any of the War of Assassins actions in like the Forgotten Quarter or the Flit or anything to raise dramatic tension. Red Sasha goes putzing around in Wilmot's End stealing documents and looking for missing women and my enemy eventually just says "FINE" and gives me my reward despite having never actually done any assassin warfare.

I believe that it is this woman's duty to take a BIG FUGGEN NAP

Still thinking about her (the Wellspring). Spiritual successor to this piece.

I'm thinking about this post in relation to the rubbery colours. The devils don't know what they're wearing and we don't know what we're wearing.

WOE BABY HIRAM BE UPON YEE

@esteemed-excellency

Romance in the Neath: The Creditor

The Creditor wasn't concerned with money for its own sake. Instead, it was concerned to be on terms as equals.

The city stands upon the Creditor. That union is both like and so much more than matrimony.

You have communed with the Creditor before; you know its ways and resonances. It is not an easy process – but it is a familiar one.

WE PROMISED WE WOULD LOVE THEM FOREVER. WE GAVE OUR WORD. WE GAVE THEM WINE. THEY GAVE US EVERYTHING

does anyone know where I can find good reference images of victorian-era wheelchairs? I want to draw the jovial contrarian but all the wheelchair art refs/tutorials I can find are for modern wheelchairs

the opera was great, thanks for asking

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.

hey don't cry. even Hell itself contains soup

An excellent representation of lacking a defined gender if I do say so myself