crossdressingdeath:

I won’t lie, the fact that enduring the stalactite falling through the roof of the Horticultural Society’s greenhouse has a Dangerous requirement of “No” and a Wounds requirement of “Not even you” is very good. You may be a god among men but that is in fact not a man. It is, in fact, a big-ass rock. You cannot take a giant rock to the face and not be quite badly hurt by it, even by Fallen London’s illustrious standards that simply does not physics.

brotheralyosha:

From the Fallen London subreddit

Hope you’re having fun!

retroactivebakeries:

that-giorgione:

house-of-mirrors:

I spent entirely too long on this and may have gotten carried away. Anyway moodboard for Estival 1899 (the third one) day two

retroactivebakeries:

thedeafprophet:

I still can’t believe they played us like this.

the poster change is cool af tho

We had to do it to ya. 

justdiptych:

I’m just saying, if I had the Starved Men’s abilities, I would not be wasting them giving myself big claws and poison spit. I would be turning up to society events with a body that did not technically challenge the bounds of propriety and yet was so profoundly, undeniably erotic that new religions would be founded in my honour. Scientists and philosophers would work themselves to husks trying to keep up with my advances into previously unknown genders. Mr Pages would be smoked out of its own department by the heat of the stories that would be told about me, and Mr Veils would go mad trying to design the perfect costume to clothe me. I’d make the Acclaimed Beauty look like the Unremarkable Beauty. I’d shape corsets’ figures, rather than the reverse, which is more typical. I’d try to be pretty and express myself, is what I’m saying.

thedeafprophet:

The Masters When There’s A Threat To The City:

They aren’t coming.