#Fallen London OCs

[magpiemalarkey]

Decided I was in the mood to do a portrait of the Fallen London version of my oc, Finn. They are so sane and hinged and only involved in normal respectable activities, thank you for asking.

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

The Regent of Hats Hearts, or Favoured in Two Courts, or Is and Is-Not

A piece of my OC Elias Leroux, the Regent of London, and Bride of the Red-Handed Queen.

Based on the official Marvellous deck of which i shall someday aquire a Violant copy

Happy four years, Elias! 🎉

[violant-apologia]

i'm proooobably going to get some more FL magic cards printed at some point, and i was thinking: why do only my ocs get cards? that doesn't seem very fair! flumblr is such a big part of my FL experience now that it would honestly be disingenuous to cut it out of my deck.

so, that being said, reply/reblog if you'd like me to make a MtG card of your guy(s)! i'll make the cards and post them, and then probably post them all as a group if i get them printed.

(also feel free to suggest canon characters if you want! more guys for the pile is always appreciated)

[serpentine-frondeur]

Fill the void up with celluloid Take a picture, I'm with the boys Get what I want 'cause I ask for it Not because I'm really that deserving of it Living life like I'm in a play In the limelight, I want to stay I know I've got a big ego I really don't know why it's such a big deal, though

A little ramble under the cut, but I saw @letters-of-fire posting so many amazing Oswald arts that I just sorta got beamed with this idea :D This is both a love letter to his character and a pseudo-artfight piece since I won't be able to attack you, so I hope I did him justice @lord-emerson!

[loom-of-destinies]

An agent of the Bazaar runs through the undergrowth of Parabola. Sweat is upon his brow, and scratches line the spots of skin that show, branches having whipped at his face while running. Fear distorts his face.

He is being hunted.

A voice follows him through the wild greenery, gruff and furious.

"YOUR WORK HAS HARMED MANY!"

Another thorny branch smacks him in the face, cutting a gash across the man's nose. Still, he runs. Even as heavy footsteps follow behind him and break bushes and branches in the way.

"HOW MANY HAVE YOU INADVERTENTLY KILLED?! HOW MANY LIVES HAVE YOU ALTERED?!"

Something whistles past his cheek. A shard of glass, larger than his own arm, embeds into the bark of a tree too close to where he had just been. He can nearly hear the panting behind him once more. Feel the hot breath of a canine down his neck.

"YOU ALL WILL GET WHAT IS COMING FOR YOU!"

Heavy weight slams into his back, knocking him into the mud and pushing air from his lungs. Paws, larger than his head press into his spine. The beast snarls in his ear, breath barely elevated even after all of that running.

"YOU WILL FEAR THE NAME OF THE SHEPHERD IN EVERY DREAM! YOU WILL NEVER KNOW PEACE!"

And then- There was blood. The closing of teeth around his shoulder. The cracking of bones under strong jaws. And then... black.

He awakens in his bed, covered in sweat and heart still racing. Shoulder still aching, but no longer bloodied. The only sign that he was injured; faint markings of large teeth scarred into his skin.

[vonlipvig]

I had to draw one of my favorite bits in Fallen London: serving in Court in your birthday suit!

It's still so funny to me that Henry (guy who has no idea what is or isn't trendy at all) is canonically besties with the Neath's top fashion influencers. But then again, who wouldn't be charmed by him. The Fashion-flies certainly are!

[zeebreezin]

( art by @letheology )

Happy 45th birthday Shaw!! He’s spending his day much the same as he usually does, as you can see-

[blood-of-the-bazaar]

Artfight Fallen London OCs

So... since artfight is coming up very soon, I was thinking we could all link our ocs that are on there in a giant thread! I'd love to see who I can send boxes of rats to via the post i mean politely create art for in ways that definitely do not involve mailing rats!

You can find mine here:

Ace la Rose

Serenity Prince

And here's their refs since artfight requires a login:

Feel free to reblog with links to/image of your ocs as well!

[thedeafprophet]

Maybe a little 2 with boys for the kiss asks...

If you're not feeling a kiss fits the vibe a nuzzle is cool too... meow

Alex is not particularly fond of this time of year, nor has he been spending much time at home as of late..... But, there are still some important moments, and noted people he much wishes to have visit his apartment. And he is always happy to see Orsinio

mistletoe poses linked here

[the-dye-stained-socialite]

Beg for mercy!

[the-real-dev]

cecil after failing an 80% watchful check (his highest stat by far) while playing chess (he's a great game player) and then getting his correspondence stones stolen (he is obsessed with figuring out the correspondence)

textless under the cutt ⬇️

[serpentine-frondeur]

could i get riaan and/or mehl with the vision from the surface palette maybe? i think they should be friends :3 - @letheology

She's very used to helping out artists! :3

Send me a palette and a character!

[loom-of-destinies]

Writing under cut purely for shapeling arts related body horror involving bones!

It was in the crowds of Spite that it had happened. Mere days after the shaping surgery experiment they had gone through in the late of night on Benthic campus. They had no idea of the effects. If it had even "worked" per se.

They hear it before they even realize what was happening. The thud of quickened steps. Heavy boots upon the cobbles behind them. The unmistakable sound of a knife being pulled from a sheath. The rush of air behind them as a blow was prepared.

No time to react and whirl around.

Air is punched out of their lungs. A squelch as the knife is dug in deep. Yells and gasps all around them, along with the shuffle of feet of passersby stepping back. Wet warmth blossoms around the hilt of the blade still embedded into their back.

And then... a surge. A shifting happens quicker than if they had trained their own mind to stop the attack with the shapeling arts. Their body acts on its own-

A loud, visceral tearing. Both of clothing, and of the flesh underneath. Not from the blade being twisted, no-

But of bones reshaping and erupting out from their chest. A guttural scream is ripped both from their own mouth and the attacker's. The guttersnipe freezes in terror, mouth agape as what looks to him like the spindly legs of an arachnid come out of his target. The bones twist and twitch, new joints forming and bending backwards towards where his hand still holds the knife dug into their back. The handle is ripped from his grasp, bony spines brushing against his hands briefly before tearing the knife out. The guttersnipe backs away, as well as the few onlookers that still stood bravely to watch in terror.

The face of his target now turns over their shoulder, face pale and eyes full of confusion and horror. And then... they run. Well, more of a stumble and sprint. A trail of fresh blood painted behind them from the still open wounds.

[the-insouciant-scientist]

Sketch commission for @waterlogged-detective of their urchin Ophelia! Featuring a good few neathy bugs, because bugs are fantastic.

[anomaly-beans-draws]

And to go with Blair and her private eye agency... well. She could use helping hands... or paws?

Meet Becky (the Hunchbacked Secretary) and Ester (the Doughty Sleuth)!

[esteemed-excellency]

hiram being his usual pretentious self, based on this vid