Attributes, Qualities, Quirks

Criminal Record

the world's least normal trio of ambition protagonists

January's newest tactic to get people to join the l

Liberation of Nighjt: explain it wil get rid off their mihraine. no more migraine . goodbye. gone. no more judgements. treachy of whatever the fuck. no mgraine no sun no autra no qhole half of body hurt. can think. much better in the dark. can do many things in the dark without migraine it will be much better. goodbye judgemnets

how about we stop letting me post when i have a migraine 😭

hey i have a question bc i don't understand enough about the neathbow to answer it

how bad would it be to fill twitch full of irrigo?? like. totally hypothetically, don't worry about it, but if i Did,

Fuck it im shaving Darcy

Okay but seriously thinking about shaving Darcy’s hair off. Can’t have shit in flondon

I think im gonna do it fellas

My submission for @neathyfashioncoalition!!!! Made Quilliam a Hallowmas costume based on Chrysolina cerealis!!!!! Look at he!!!!! So shiny...

Jones once had a violant tattoo, selected for him by his recruiter when he'd joined the Game, in order to protect him from extended irrigo exposure as a midnighter.

When he went to the surface on his recruitment mission, the ink did not take well to sunlight and burnt up, leaving a scar in its place.

Unable to continue with the Rites, Jones reached out to a recommended acquaintance, the Scrimshander (@dualclock), for its tattoo expertise. He got a beautiful piece in turn, and is ready to return to the Shrine.

Zoom out with mild nudity below the cut.

Describe your OC's worst memory or experience in three words or less.

tonight i bring flumblr a meme. tomorrow? who knows...

In the same way that violant is the colour of connections, i like to think that irrigo is the colour of breaking connections. The colour of separation and distance. Sometimes its not that you've forgotten something, its that you no longer connect it to the present. A familiar song that no longer feels familiar, because you no longer connect it to a memory. And maybe the memory is still there. You'd know it, if someone asked - but without a direct reminder, you may never think of it again. Maybe you used to associate the colour blue with your mother, scraped knees with your best friend, a certain flower with a first love. Irrigo breaks those associations. You remember these people, but you do not think of them.

me when the character has a uniquely fucked mindset. me when the character's fundamental views of how the world works lead to them being hurt and/or hurting others and not seeing the problem with this. me when the character is a little freak who does weird shit because their beliefs, inspired entirely by their environment, are fuckeddddd

[said with so much adoration in my heart it physically hurts] why would they say that. what do they mean by that. why would they do this❤️ [also said while knowing exactly why they'd do this and, in fact, having done hours of analysis into why they'd do this]

rewatched a bunch of bdg's videos on a whim and discovered that this one hits different when you're a fallen london player

A Study in Viric

Being out of Parabola for so long hasn't been good for Ockham, who's been progressively fading away as the months wear on, leaving Ockham desperate and hungry for some taste of Parabola, something to regain hishertheir strength and not disintegrate to Nothing. A chance meeting with an interesting character (@ticktopsworld) led to Ockham being offered an entire box of honeyed cosmogone.

What happens when you give an excess amount of cosmogone to a creature made of viric? It tries to convert it as quickly as possible into something usable. Ockham's body goes into overdrive trying to process that much cosmogone. It has unfortunate effects.

Anyone within an immediate radius of Ockham is sent to sleep. Plants grow explosively, soon taking over Ockham and Tamara's home. Warden (@oneirotecture) visits, unaware of the situation and bringing a pineapple grown in Parabola, only to be knocked unconscious by the viric haze.

Overjoyed by the newfound energy and life, Ockham visits Arnaud (@eddie-dearest), determined to celebrate hishertheir miraculous recovery in the way the two of them do best. Ockham's viric radiation only grows more and more powerful as time passes, eventually sending an Arnaud--begging Ockham to stay--into a dream-filled sleep.

It's getting harder and harder for Ockham to focus, each sight, each sound, each new sensation drawing hishertheir attention at the expense of anything else. Friends and strangers alike are sent into slumber by hishertheir presence alone, even when, in moment of lucidity, Ockham begs them to stay awake. Warden, the victim of yet another one of these encounters, decides to get revenge, entrancing Ockham with a cosmogone ink tattoo and leading the parabolan on an extended chase through the Pavilion of Butterflies.

Ockham's most recent employer, Shaw (@zeebreezin) has also not been spared from sleepy Ockham sightings as the holiday progresses. Surmising that the issue was an excess of viric, he attempts to remedy the situation by exposing Ockham to an irrigo-irradiated artifact. This backfires spectacularly, when the exposure to irrigo--not targeting the excess of cosmogone causing the problem, but the viric leaking from Ockham's body at the rate hishertheir body's trying to convert it--cancels out all of the ambient viric, partially dissolving Ockham in the process.

The injured and afraid Parabolan runs out into the streets, viric escaping hishertheir body like sand from a broken hourglass. The trip has decidedly turned Bad, and unable to parse what's going on, only that there are people trying to hurt himherthem Ockham runs, without purpose, just to get away, no matter the cost.

If there's anything to be learned, you do not run from a predator. The Scrimbeast (@t6fs) gives chase, mauling Ockham. Ockham's body and the guilded rot attempt to heal the damage, as the Poet's silks hold it in place.

Ockham sits up to say something, blinks, then blinks out of existence. Between the drugs, the adrenaline, and the strain of healing wounds, it proves too much for hishertheir heart, and it gives out.

A creature of Parabola, however does not go to the Slow Boat. And there is one ophidian hivemind who knows precisely where Ockham is, and who'd been waiting for this moment to finish the job.

L'Art et la mode, no. 46, vol. 30, 13 novembre 1909, Paris. Robe de théâtre en ondoyant "pétale de rose" ornée de motifs brodés argent sur tulle. Broderies de Milton Abelson, Regent Street, London W. Imp. d'art L. Lafontaine, Paris. Bibliothèque nationale de France

What's Ellie been up to?

Turns out that spending 40 years being the second-in-command of a major organisation... sets you up very well to be the second-in-command of a major organisation. Having offered to look over the employment contract of a new friend of hers, Eliie'd ended up headhunted herself by Jin Huan, getting involved managing the day-to-day of his business schemes, criminal or otherwise. She's currently pursuing a venture on the docks, expanding his interests into shipping and smuggling.

And for every piece of good luck, there must be a balance. A few weeks back, a motorised cab speeding out of control would've sent her directly to the slow boat, had her new friend (@zeebreezin's Drifter) not intervened. Now the pair of them owe a very irritated rich man a lot of money. Money that their current salaries will not cover. Taking advantage of Ellie's spectacular head for numbers and ability to count cards, the two have been hitting up casinos in an attempt to make up the balance.