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Come on down to see em play!

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Come on down to see em play!

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having an account focused on reducing people's Nightmares WEIRDLY sustainable. the Maniac's Prayers you get are more than enough to buy laudanum and tinctures of vigor to basically keep doing this indefinitely

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crawling out of the dirt to post the Six Fingers, a Band of Licentiates led by the Sixfinger'd Scrimshander.

Felicity Verity (of the Savage Lily) is a very grizzabella esque woman. A middle aged devil who was once the sweetest cheese in town, now mostly washed up. Formerly a singer, she was sabotaged before a show and her voice is all but ruined, grating, rough and very quiet. Shes a whiz at poisons now, as well as herbal teas and whiskey-based cocktails. Very dry sense of humor. Born the 10th of September, she douses her throat in honey and sings when the band plays together. Dreadfully charming aromantic.

Richtor Mole, the Neurasthenic Assassin. Chronically ill and fatigued, has some spinal issues and uses a cane. Dead shot with a pistol because he hates the sound and doesn't want to have to fire more than once. Frequent migraines. Has a pet sorrow spider he dotes on like a kitten. Irritable. Plays a harmonica, begredgingly. He's actually very good at it. Has a thing for Ernie, the only guy who can make him laugh, and is very morose and dramatic about it. Born the 8th of September, 31 years ago.

Ernie Fowl, the Anxious American. Mississippi born with a perpetual smile on his face. Sharp as a tack, very distracting. All his babies are straight razors, but any blade'll do. Cant sing either but thinks he can. 5'1". Shreds on a fiddle. Devout methodist. Incredibly skilled tap dancer. Learned 89% of german, 75% of Italian, and 63% of French. He cant speak em well, but can understand em for opera guy reasons. His "fiddle" is a stradivarius, not that he cares much. Desperately in love with Vinne, who killed him once by accident. Born the 11th of September, 31 years ago.

Vinne Sable, the Stygian Wire. Keeps a journal of her own deaths, which she repeatedly orchestrates as performance art. Garrote artist, both for murder and also for painting. Pulls her own hair out compulsively. Philosophy bro. Glass is not only half empty but it is cracked and getting everywhere and she's cleaning her paintbrush in it anyway. Has Boatman beef. Plays a rusty baritone saxophone the size of a small child. Very unwell, wants to be taken apart by Byron, romantically or literally is unclear. Born the 7th of September, 31 years ago.

Elodie Roach, the Pyromanic Poet. Clay person with an intimate knowledge of ballistics, physics, and explosives. Master of traps, you will die to the rube goldberg machine. Their "poetry" is actually advanced trigonometry and algebra equations. Romantically in love with the concept of gravity, finds beauty in the gruellingly technical. They have two arms on the left side and none on the right, but still have a right and left hand. Compulsive liar. Plays an old accordian vertically and rather well. Deeply obsessed with Richtor for his precision and grim demeanor. Sculpted on the 12th of September, 31 years ago.

Byron Finch, the Anesthetic Ace. Had her fingers crossed when she took her hippocratic oath. Extremely skilled physician, excessive knowledge of anatomy and incredible surgeon. Can thread a needle with one hand. Glass is half full kind of person. Gets mistaken for a teenager constantly but is 31. Prefers to kill with her bare hands, and ensures it is always painless. Steals silverware by accident. Plays a tarnished silver trumpet, usually with a mute. Has approximately 400 thimbles. Finds Elodie to be the most beautifully imperfect thing in the world. Born on the 6th of September.

None of them have reflections anymore.

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i need to start a challenge for myself. twitch's zeefaring is too high so zailing is too low stakes. maybe i should just try to stay alive out at zee for as long as i possibly can without docking

cons: no letters sent or received, if i stay alive long enough i might miss the summer event, but that's very optimistic when the drownies are gonna get their ass in like 6 days maximum

pros: i really like committing to pointless bits for no material reason or gain

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💥💥!! pirate king of legend !!💥💥

we did it!!! piracy wrapped fun facts:

we started 550 days ago, where twitch died immediately upon becoming a corsair, then died at the london docks for the first time less than a week after

(they then died over fourteen times more at the docks, that i posted, but there were definitely more.)

i didn't start recording numbers til august 21st 2024, but the final result was a 2.5% death rate. better than expected! :3

800 ships sunk, each with ssea crew numbers of 30, is a potential 24,000 murders! wow! that's too many! that's probably a war crime!

bonus: this is the closest i have to a screenshot of my piracy tracker at around 777, since that was my goal, but i just kept going afterwards anyway,so now my numbers don't match up, but have it anyway

(this is a professional ship's log, trust me)

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i think you could defeat the scoundrel by handing them a bottle labeled "CURATOR POISON THAT ONLY WORKS ON CURATORS" and leaving them to sit with it. they wouldn't drink at first but eventually. eventually. they'd take the bait

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dont tell any of my friends or mutuals but....their ocs are really cool.................

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the Capricious Fabulist, in a bunch of outfits

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putting mr fires through a car wash to get all the soot off of its fur

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just woke up from a nap & i had a dream where literally nothing happened except i made a post changing grace's design to have blue hair

i am not gonna be doing that but thanks for the suggestion, i guess, brain

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What happens when someone violates your OC's personal space?

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beloved little spy Horace for @viric-dreams <3

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zee dreams not included because I feel like they're a separate thing and also I haven't seen them yet. feel free to explain in tags/reblogs, I want to know the OC Lore

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Kataleptic Toxicology is an interesting skill. On the one hand, there is some plausibility to being able to build up tolerance to a chemical through repeated exposure. On the other hand, that's not actually what the majority of the KT text in the game is focused on: It deals with endurance, pain tolerance and management, knowledge of a substance and what it's doing to you and how to use that to make your experience more survivable or less agonizing.

Your body is building a resistance - but that's what your body is doing. It doesn't need you for that. You, the character, are focusing on getting to the next breath, gathering the pain into a little ball in your body and keeping that ball somewhere manageable instead of leaving it all-encompassing. Your body is doing the resistance on its own, and in its own time, it will process what it's been given. The practice, the skill in KT, is in enduring what is needed to survive, so you can stave off an would-be-deadly attack or take the same dose without flinching next time.

I just think that's interesting, as a skill. Dealing with a side effect, while your body takes care of the main attraction. Raising KT has always stood out to me as a thing that puts the PC in a much more undignified and desperate position than late game usually allows - passing out at the party and being seen, for example, or being loudly in pain in the lab - and the trade-off is so often just survival, not any more flashy feat.

But that's what it is. Survival of the impossible. The knowledge that because you've held fast through so much, you now know how to, and an enemy will not get the satisfaction of watching you squirm.

I like it. I like it a lot. It is also utter nonsense, as many things in Flondon are. Do not drink poison on purpose, kids. Livers only work like that in the Neath.

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The Spying

(featuring Howard, @esteemed-excellency's Hiram and @viric-dreams's Jones and Horace <3)

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Sketch of my beloved' fallen london character