more floc focused content

Fallen London OC focused sideblog. Interacts from @torabdos. NSFW content warning.

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Interacts from @torabdos. I figured I'd make a sideblog just for fl content. There will be nsfw content here (mainly for the anfroyer)

two main flpcs: (they have a timeline here!)

-Anfroy J. Skelley (HD (abandoned), LF (completed))(he/him, 25 in 1899(+6)). Tags: 1. #anfroy tag 2. #they're goofy your honor (for shenanigans with his spouses/the philosophically perfect partnership).

-Violetta Ingram (BAL (in progress) (she/her, 23 in 1899(+6)). Tags: #violetta tag

-I'll also post perhaps arts that i've done of other people's ocs here, which will fall under the #others ocs tag in here

I'm also very very prone to finding stuff to fix after i've posted it so if it's in your interests for new posts it might be mutually beneficial to reblog after i've slapped a #readyforreblog tag on the post too maybe

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Anfroy looks at the news and sighs loudly

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Well that must be what his father once did, isn't it.

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well if this is canon to him he most definitely is in a bad mood

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Don't tell Happles what happened to its yacht.

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Anfroy looks at the news and sighs loudly

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Well that must be what his father once did, isn't it.

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Anfroy looks at the news and sighs loudly

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firm7ment spoilers but it's mostly anfroy inwardly shittalking one of the firmanps

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we firmaposting (wip + no big spoilers)

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One reason why I write less about Violetta than i really should is. I don't know if I can write her state right. She's. a person who has a lot of unsorted anger and grief and at herself more than anyone else. She resents her father for grieving more than caretaking, resents herself for fighting people and continuing the cycle until he has no choice but to let her go free, resents her younger brother for giving up too early and focusing on his own budding talents (which objectively is a good thing), resents her older brother for not being around and also being around and even had interacted with her a few times (both as a Black Ribbon and some form of benefactor) and somehow living better in a different name and life, and yet here they are now stuck in the neath with no way back up, and he's (at least in the canon of the ingram siblings) at least some form of influential character in the neath. She can't tiptoe around him because she already sought help from him once when trying to leave the Neath with him and their Aunt, and

what do i do to resolve that? the oh suddenly some third person swoops in like a shining knight is stupid and bullshit. i don't think she could stand the sad crying hug reunion sort of cliche. I don't think she'd want to throw hands with her brother knowing who he is but I think on some level his presence is itching at whatever scabs she has about the whole thing. She knows she's going to keep him a secret to her grave (if there is one). She has too much pride in what she has and hasn't done to let go.

at the moment, the best I can offer is that after that she's been doing her own stuff while Anfroy's on the Roof.

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The problem about writing the siblings is. Anfroy is fundamentally an escapist sort of creation where he builds himself from effectively nothing even with the bumps and scratches along the way. Like a miracle, with some weird form of fresh start, building a sort of self, a social circle, a tangible history from zero. His real background only comes in after his ambition is finished and almost. Mid-firmament because his building arc feels nearly done by then.

Violetta doesn't really have that. She doesn't have a fresh start, still has ties to the surface, still has that full weight of losing someone and something and such, and maybe (if i can call it that) unlike a nemflpc she doesn't have anything to turn it to. And she doesn't have anyone to recover, that sort of revived loved one has already happened without her input either, so i don't know what her catharsis could be.

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One reason why I write less about Violetta than i really should is. I don't know if I can write her state right. She's. a person who has a lot of unsorted anger and grief and at herself more than anyone else. She resents her father for grieving more than caretaking, resents herself for fighting people and continuing the cycle until he has no choice but to let her go free, resents her younger brother for giving up too early and focusing on his own budding talents (which objectively is a good thing), resents her older brother for not being around and also being around and even had interacted with her a few times (both as a Black Ribbon and some form of benefactor) and somehow living better in a different name and life, and yet here they are now stuck in the neath with no way back up, and he's (at least in the canon of the ingram siblings) at least some form of influential character in the neath. She can't tiptoe around him because she already sought help from him once when trying to leave the Neath with him and their Aunt, and

what do i do to resolve that? the oh suddenly some third person swoops in like a shining knight is stupid and bullshit. i don't think she could stand the sad crying hug reunion sort of cliche. I don't think she'd want to throw hands with her brother knowing who he is but I think on some level his presence is itching at whatever scabs she has about the whole thing. She knows she's going to keep him a secret to her grave (if there is one). She has too much pride in what she has and hasn't done to let go.

at the moment, the best I can offer is that after that she's been doing her own stuff while Anfroy's on the Roof.

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As much as I might project my personal likes for perfumes on the froy I also think it's fun to flip around what i already have written for him for a more mundane purpose, that being kataleptic toxicology, since it's like a flipside of the coin and they're both chemistry (KT marginally so), as much as that doesn't apply to the neath.

And adding that to his other aspects like glasswork i think he has personal little projects to replicate what he's seen or dreamt, or vaguely remembers from parabola. Maybe something like dough and steam because he bobbed like a dumpling once. Something like damp soil and water and (ironically) clean laundry because of the waswood. Something like sunlight and hay and distant flowers (not the strong good smelling kind, like roses or ylang-ylang or tuberose, but the ones without a strong smell, like grass but not quite) and a little bit like smoke. Like yellow flowers wilting under a writhing sun, or maybe like a distant warm memory. Or a candle lit next to a dried bouquet with crinkled flowers crumbling from touch.

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Additional stuff is. If he ever actually bottles something properly they don't have proper names, but a chain of numbers for production date, the order of creation and the number of versions he'd gone through. I don't think he has the instinct to categorise it like modern perfumery does (like floral/fougere/oriental so on so forth.)

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As much as I might project my personal likes for perfumes on the froy I also think it's fun to flip around what i already have written for him for a more mundane purpose, that being kataleptic toxicology, since it's like a flipside of the coin and they're both chemistry (KT marginally so), as much as that doesn't apply to the neath.

And adding that to his other aspects like glasswork i think he has personal little projects to replicate what he's seen or dreamt, or vaguely remembers from parabola. Maybe something like dough and steam because he bobbed like a dumpling once. Something like damp soil and water and (ironically) clean laundry because of the waswood. Something like sunlight and hay and distant flowers (not the strong good smelling kind, like roses or ylang-ylang or tuberose, but the ones without a strong smell, like grass but not quite) and a little bit like smoke. Like yellow flowers wilting under a writhing sun, or maybe like a distant warm memory. Or a candle lit next to a dried bouquet with crinkled flowers crumbling from touch.

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I do think when I named anfroy. Well. Anfroy apart from the accidental ffxiv npc thing of course. I was thinking something like Frey. Or Freyr. Or the ffxiv drk trainer Fray. But that's all missing a little bit of. Snappiness right? I like making names with say. Three or five clearly defined syllables when I make ocs. So that's where the name Anfroy started

What i'm saying is like. Call it lack of sleep rambling etc.etc but i'm glad people like the name enough to call him like. Froyer. (Something)froy. It's like a little nickname. I won't call it communal but it's like people know him enough and positively to give him a nickname. Or maybe i started using the short form and people knew him enough to join in. It's hard to remember how it started

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Goddamit i hate this fucking post. I hate it because obviously if “twelve” followed the same pattern as the other teen numbers it wouldn’t be “twoteen” it would be “seconteen”. Think about it. It’s not “threeteen” it’s “thirteen” as in “third”. It’s not “fiveteen” it’s “fifteen” as in fifth. So with that in mind, you count “first, second, third, fourth, fifth,” and so on, so eleven would be “firsteen” and twelve would be “secondteen” or “seconteen”. “Firsteen, seconteen, thirteen, fourteen, fifteen….” It just drives me absolutely mad everytime i see this post that this obvious pattern was overlooked and i cant hold in my rage anymore.

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This may be inefficient, a bad idea, and genuinely far too much, but none of you are thinking about how funny this will be.

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a comic about getting jumped

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I think it would be funny to write a murder mystery where not only did every single character involved have an obvious motive to kill this mf, they were actually all attempting to murder him first, but the murder attempts all cancelled each other out all except for one. Two people tried to poison him but the poisons just happen to work as antidotes for each other, and instead of killing him only gave him the shits, and due to having the shits he couldn't go hunting that day like he had planned, foiling the plans of the one who had conditioned his favourite hunting horse to panic and bolt at the cue of a whistle, and the other murder attempt of tampering with his gun so that it would have exploded his whole face off.

The whole mystery isn't about who could have done it or how, but who was the one who got lucky and actually succeeded.

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Sherlock Holmes and The Case of Perhaps We'd Best Leave This One Alone, Watson. There Appears To Be An Excess Of Armed Maniacs In The Vicinity.

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Well,

Okay

Now what