Can a young lady be taught nothing more necessary in life, than to sleep in a dungeon with venomous reptiles, walk through a ward with assassins, and carry bloody daggers in their pockets, instead of pin-cushions and needle-books?
an anonymous critique of Gothic novels published in The Spirit of the Public Journals, 1797
(via nonnonmodernist)
Fallen London is deep, dark, marvellous… and massive. Here are ten things which may help the new player find their way:
Do not worry about seeing everything. There are more than a million words in the game; some are best unread.
Don’t be afraid of failure. You learn more from...
Double-decker buses.
No, hear me out -
there’s poetry here too.
The temporary transport
of a mixture of souls
possibly never to meet again,
possibly to lock eyes
every day, on the same
double-decker bus
on the way to work,
because that’s your route,
and you end up marrying the girl.
...
You never know just how
much you can love a
stranger until you have,
until you haven’t - until
they are just a stranger
all over again.
- Erik Burdett
Every forest is a story.
Secrets behind every stone;
fairytales etched into trees.
The winds whistle songs of old.
(Brother, do they know us?)Father taught us this:
love is leaving; love is faith.
Love is breadcrumbs; love is
marking footsteps, waiting.
The woods are a lonely place
for a story dark as ours.Hey, sister, tell me the truth.
Do you still believe in love?
Do we still believe in trust?Our forest is a story
and this is how it ends:
a brother, a sister,
and the way home.
deepdarkmarvellous
Fortune, Fate, Freedom by escritoireazul
Are we the sum of our choices, or are we our fate?
The Ballad of Reedybeanz by reedybeanz
The Feast of the Exceptional Rose saw the debut of one of the most Admired ladies in Fallen London, and her swift decline into obscurity.
The Melancholy Prince is mad north-northwest, but Rosencrantz and Guildenstern would take any direction out of Bugsby’s Marshes.
Sugared Mushrooms by EllieMurasaki
You experiment with cookery.
Seducing a Certain Delicious Prospect by Rabbit
If you were an Affectionate Devil or a Quiet Deviless, how would you go about making Delicious Friends… and parting them from their souls? Spoilers for the An Intimate of Devils storyline.
dark water draining north by rukafais
Sometimes, the dreams are different, and they distract you momentarily from the weight of your choices.
