The Saboteur of Spite

A sideblog dedicated to me liveblogging my misadventures in Fallen London. (Pfp drawn by @knife-and-candle)

[lordlawson]

Hattie's on-site profile is here. Feel free to send a calling card, if you'd like!

Name: Ashley Lawson, but people usually call them Hattie. Or Storm if you're certain people. (They/He/She/It)

Epithet: The Tempestuous Saboteur (Normal)

The Viric-Burned Factor (Parabolan Reflection)

Addressed as: Lord, Sir, basically any masculine terms of address.

Identified as: A Legendary Charisma

Advanced Skills: Zeefaring, Glasswork, Monstrous Anatomy

Age: 33

Profession: Licentiate

Ambition: Light Fingers - Completed!

Treasure: A False-Star of your Own

Connections: Hell, Criminals, Revolutionaries. They're closest to the Urchins.

Associated Menace: Nightmares

Prominence: Dreaded and Respectable, Moth-Winged during Hallowmas.

Quirks: Austere, Magnanimous, Steadfast

Affiliations: The Rose Giveth Its Verses, The Order of Those Who Will Not Be Caught Red-Handed, Gang of Hoodlums, Poor Edward

Companions: Inquisitive Lamp-Cat, Acquisitive Magpie Advisor, Grubby Kitten, among many others.

Lodgings: A Suite at the Royal Bethlehem, however, in canon, they currently live in the Brass Embassy.

Destiny: The Lovers - "We'll always be together, right?"

Their Pinterest Board is over here, by the way.

[thegreatyin]

it's spiders.

like, actually. It's Spiders.

lark is so upset right now. he can't have shit in the neath.

[thegreatyin]

that's just lark's opinion though. i the player think this is fucking awesome. i love hundreds of ships full of hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds and hundreds of spiders :)

[lordlawson]

What’s Hattie’s fashion like in comparison to her reflections?

Hattie wears mostly suits, 1920's esque apparel from living amongst devils, maintains a relatively clean look in spite of their violent profession.

Briar on the other hand is more outwardly feminine, longer hair, outfits sticks with 1890's victorian apparel... Though all things considered and with how annoying the long skirts can be, don't be surprised when you see her dress only goes knee length with all the worn and torn from haphazardly making necessary tailoring, alongside any further stitches along the sleeves and whatnot.

[the-discombobulated-devil]

- The Catalepticacting Connoisseur - The Devil’s Reflection.

The Connoisseur is a version of Jonah that differs from the one that is known, by the fact that she simply never decided to try and fit in with London’s judgemental Society, a Devil who did not crave power in the traditional sense and instead simply craved hedonistic pleasure beyond mortal imagination. He runs a truly ludicrous and intensely successful business down in the Criminal underbelly of the Neath no matter where that may be - he has been around for an unknowable amount of years, time does pass differently in the Jungle after all. She takes a certain amount of pride in selling Parabolan dreams of bliss to the desperate, the hopeful and especially the stupid. She provides them with carefully designed paradises of their design that has been ever so slightly nudged in the right direction by the Devil’s silver tongue, then once they are in too deep- cruelly snatching it away at just the perfect, torturous moment to leave them more than willing to sell everything and anything to keep living their ideal reality. One that they are too blinded by desperation to realise is worse than their own, lived experience. The Devil then leisurely snatches away that pesky, colourful little soul and leaves his victims very much alive… well, at least physically but tragically otherwise all but dead to the world they once lived in. If nobody comes to their aid, no friends to call upon to save them from their Viric hued prison he simply lets them rot in honey sweetened dreams. She sells fantasies of power for cheap, lust for even cheaper - it is what the Neath feasts upon, after all. The Connoisseur is, as her name would imply, a hedonistic glutton of not just food and wine, or worldly pleasures but of experiences and sensations too. This version of the Devil is one who never felt the need to be ashamed in the bone-deep way that Jonah is, who never particularly felt inclined to strive for royalty or respect in the traditional sense but has still ironically ended up with it anyway. She has quite a devoted group of followers, a Church of their own that dwells between dreams and reality in order to lure those that are worthy, that are desperate into the darkest corners of the Neath to be feasted upon by their Muse or ripped apart by honey-riddled dreamers in a fit of madness. It is a secret that this reflection is desperate to keep from the man that lives upon the other side of the glass - if Jonah was to find out about the luxurious life that it’s reflection lives even without picking up the Marvellous’ cards… oh, he would be very miserable indeed.

Strangely, the Connoisseur looks rather similar to his reflection, yet like all she does bare some noticeable differences. A softer frame, that is untouched by freckles or tattoo’s makes her rather easy upon the eyes and often underestimated. A mirrored mole just above slightly plumper lips helps to differentiate from the Jonah that is known, and of course the well-groomed goatee and longer fangs plays nicely into the more outwardly Devilish exterior. Even this Devil’s dress of fine Grecian silks draped over a cherubic form sense displays a careless, sleepy confidence that the true Jonah simply could not, cannot ever achieve.

[oldjewelryfeed]

Antique Victorian Gold and Black Enamel 'In Memory Of' Mourning Locket

[charismaticmenace]

@lordlawson

[the-discombobulated-devil]

- The Catalepticacting Connoisseur - The Devil’s Reflection.

The Connoisseur is a version of Jonah that differs from the one that is known, by the fact that she simply never decided to try and fit in with London’s judgemental Society, a Devil who did not crave power in the traditional sense and instead simply craved hedonistic pleasure beyond mortal imagination. He runs a truly ludicrous and intensely successful business down in the Criminal underbelly of the Neath no matter where that may be - he has been around for an unknowable amount of years, time does pass differently in the Jungle after all. She takes a certain amount of pride in selling Parabolan dreams of bliss to the desperate, the hopeful and especially the stupid. She provides them with carefully designed paradises of their design that has been ever so slightly nudged in the right direction by the Devil’s silver tongue, then once they are in too deep- cruelly snatching it away at just the perfect, torturous moment to leave them more than willing to sell everything and anything to keep living their ideal reality. One that they are too blinded by desperation to realise is worse than their own, lived experience. The Devil then leisurely snatches away that pesky, colourful little soul and leaves his victims very much alive… well, at least physically but tragically otherwise all but dead to the world they once lived in. If nobody comes to their aid, no friends to call upon to save them from their Viric hued prison he simply lets them rot in honey sweetened dreams. She sells fantasies of power for cheap, lust for even cheaper - it is what the Neath feasts upon, after all. The Connoisseur is, as her name would imply, a hedonistic glutton of not just food and wine, or worldly pleasures but of experiences and sensations too. This version of the Devil is one who never felt the need to be ashamed in the bone-deep way that Jonah is, who never particularly felt inclined to strive for royalty or respect in the traditional sense but has still ironically ended up with it anyway. She has quite a devoted group of followers, a Church of their own that dwells between dreams and reality in order to lure those that are worthy, that are desperate into the darkest corners of the Neath to be feasted upon by their Muse or ripped apart by honey-riddled dreamers in a fit of madness. It is a secret that this reflection is desperate to keep from the man that lives upon the other side of the glass - if Jonah was to find out about the luxurious life that it’s reflection lives even without picking up the Marvellous’ cards… oh, he would be very miserable indeed.

Strangely, the Connoisseur looks rather similar to his reflection, yet like all she does bare some noticeable differences. A softer frame, that is untouched by freckles or tattoo’s makes her rather easy upon the eyes and often underestimated. A mirrored mole just above slightly plumper lips helps to differentiate from the Jonah that is known, and of course the well-groomed goatee and longer fangs plays nicely into the more outwardly Devilish exterior. Even this Devil’s dress of fine Grecian silks draped over a cherubic form sense displays a careless, sleepy confidence that the true Jonah simply could not, cannot ever achieve.

[thatsbelievable]

[charismaticmenace]

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[lordlawson]

I should also mention that Hattie now has major scarring on one of their wings from getting their ship blown up to death like a dumbass.

[lordlawson]

How would Hattie react to there being two Heli's? Say, the original and an even more eccentric and forward Reflection?

*Looks at Briar being if Ashley stayed a woman*

*LOOKS AT HELIMERI'S REFLECTION BEING TRANS MASC*

Lol. Lmao.

Anyways real answer, that'd depend on how Heli's reflection would take to Hattie personally, with their relationship with her being complicated as it were. Would be kinda awkward if he tried to flirt with them, but they're used to being around prideful bastards if their queerplatonic partner is any indicator.

Briar can knock him down a peg.

[autumnbrambleagain]

Don't tell Happles what happened to its yacht.

[lordlawson]

What Muppet would Hattie be?

Kermit.

[johnnyfoursandco]

What type of Muppet is Heli, Johnny and Hell?

Oh Heli is SO Miss Piggy, if she grew up with the Muppets she would adore that woman so much, it would be clinical. She'd have Miss Piggy sweatshirts and mugs.

Johnny is Gonzo so bad. Funky wet dastard that's doing completely ill-advised bullshit at the drop of a hat.

Hellena is Rowlf, without a doubt. Poetic, deadpan—I dare say she could tickle several ivories, just don't expect a public performance.

[capn-twitchery]

flondon said happy pride month to captain twitchery lazaret specifically

[lordlawson]

I feel like "Don't fuck with us (thing) fans! We really fucking hate (thing)!" really applies to a lot of fandoms lately.

[the-discombobulated-devil]

I cannot remember why, who or what is the reason that Yaoi Art Jonah exists, but I have refound it and am thoroughly horrified. Happy pride, everyone. I think this is the most homophobic Jonah art to date. /j

[lordlawson]

Happy Pride! What does Hattie do for Pride in the Neath?

Honestly, not sure. I did say once before that you'd have to convince them to join any festivities, and even then, they'd probably cling to anyone they're familiar or came with.

If anything they'll watch from the side. Make sure everyone else is safe.

[whimsy-flags]

Manager of the Royal Beth (Fallen London) Pride Flags for @israfelfrost!

Disability | Bi | Gay

Nonbinary | Genderqueer | Genderless

Achillean | Plural | Aspec

I hope you enjoy!!

[charismaticmenace]

@lordlawson