luan/chain | any pronouns | adult | 🇧🇷. huehue. FLPC/ship brainrot + doodle blog.
- szpd, audhd & hyperfixating like hell.
- normal abt character playlists & music.
- my english could use some work, sowwyyy.
i havent been on tumblr or social media per se ever since ~2016 idk anything anymore
thanks for stopping by & have a nice day (＾∇＾)ﾉ♪
made this blog primarily to dump oc content (so much oc content) & liveblog my playthrough. its my first time engaging in a fandom space like this tbh. do lemme know if i mess up with tagging or etiquette or smth. i personally don't need anything tagged, but i do block fl spoilers. more about me here.
my main FL acc (Hreisz) is from 2016 but i only actually started playing last august! ive finished LF in october but theres still a lot i dont know about the lore n stuff (mid-railway, havent started firmament). also got 2 alts but havent progressed much yet.
"H. Reisz", aka The Twilight Phantom // The Clawed Captain
| LF (Looked Upon Fondly) | Oneirotect Silverer | ???
Hyacinthe R., aka The Sombre Pursuer ; Seeker
| Nem | Crimson Engineer Correspondent | English-Romanian
"Zé Brito" or "Sev", aka The Zealous Backlander
| BaL | future Monster-Hunter | Mixed Brazilian-British
The 4th. don't worry about it.
someday ill get around to write/draw nice profile pages. someday. meanwhile, cameos & headshots for everyone here.
feel free to send a CC or even just random in-character letters & menace help reqs :3c im a lil rusty but i'd love to write more. (i dont check the alts as often tho!)
always open to asks/interactions here as well, just keep in mind i might take A While to respond as i am but an hermit with the barest of executive functions. as a tag rambler i also love to read tag rambling on my posts so feel free to go off!! and also 🥺 to those that leave nice comments on my posts u must know i reread them all the time.... tysm........
tag directory:
#itme -> gen/personal tag (not necessarily abt fl), sometimes with a sonathingy
#chaindoodles -> art tag, #chainrambles -> text tag, lore & hcs
#chaintunes -> posts with music links/recs #chaincomics -> stuff w panels #chainwords -> proper(er) writing, not only rambling
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#reiszcore -> reblogs abt the (main) blorbo #cinthecore, #zécore
#hyacinth & bluebell #THE BODY REMEMBERS
#nightmarriage -> ship tag.
my blorbo hoards trash. block this to be spared from witnessing their most questionable decision (i.e chaining their stalker to themself so they won't be alone. this is toxic. pls heed the cw list below).
#suggestive in case i draw (or write?) smth that can be perceived as saucy, spicy, horn knee, overtly kinky or implied nsfw. there wont be anything Actually explicit (i.e. genitals) here though. im not the best judge so if u feel something needs a mature tag please do tell me!
body horror (mostly the shapeling arts extra limbs mouths kind). maybe mild gore. am also Rly Bad at judging whats gore and what isnt. i Really Like blood and injuring my characters both mentally and physically so uh. that. possibly violence.?
jokes aside, i like exploring heavy themes: mental health & psychological issues; abuse of all kinds; general horror; death & grief; crippling alienation; one's relationship with pain & self-destruction (including suicide), intentional or not - these are all concepts that are gonna be present in the things i make one way or another. some mild religious iconography as well bc although im not religious i was raised catholic & i like playing w/ the aesthetic.
#poor edward <- ngl he might as well be an adopted oc at this point shdjfk lots of headcanons + the marriage is influencing his development over time as well. he comes with bonus creepy stalking themes & possible cws for violent sadomasochism + general dubcon/noncon; plus cws abt medical horror & child abuse (for his past - #the orphan)
+ #edward for stuff am not putting on his main tag for one reason or another bc i fear i spam it too much LOL simple mentions & sus posts tend to go here as well
needless to say i dont particularly recommend this blog to minors.
So who's this "Twilight Phantom"?
^ obs.: this playlist is in chronological order and 100% of the lyrics apply :D
[last updated: never. this is my self-callout to write bc ohh boy evolution was an entire year's worth of timeline progression SO MUCH HAS HAPPENED. ITS BEEN 3 IN-GAME YEARS...]
while i dont manage to wrap up a giga summary, skimming through the #fallen london oc qna, #chainwords, #chaintunes (all of which have Very Few posts) & #fl liveblogging tags should get you some key character info about Reisz! hyacinthe's main tag is fine but i only belatedly realized their Lore stuff gets all but drowned in the silly stupid ship stuff welp . head in hands.
have 2 coloured refs below, the 2nd being one of their latest fits + current hairstyle
they can look either masc or fem! ✨ covered in tiger stripes scars. the ones on their face are very deep & gnarly - they can't move their mouth well on that side due to the damaged muscle. also standing at a minimum of 1,81+ and being visibly fit plus a legendary charisma means they tend to uh. stand out a little.
Important to note that I play a strict game with myself when it comes to my main blorbo: 98% of what the FLPC does, in the exact order i do it, is canon! these are Da Rules.
This also applies to small things like their possessions/wardrobe, for example - they pretty much only have the in-game items I own in the account to wear. And well, when the game says they have 3k rats on a string. They have 3k rats on a string. Somewhere. Finding out reasons to explain why they keep the things they own is part of the challenge. (this game made them out to be a weirdo, naturally) It's been lots of fun to see this clean slate (and i do mean clean - i knew nothing about the setting/lore, or who they were as a person, so. well. this guy didn't either) get shaped by RNG, the narrative, And my mechanical wiki-fuelled optimization decisions.
another extra rule i made for myself as a treat was making them a sponge to compensate for their inherent, well, emptiness. this means they take after Something from each important NPC they get involved with.
Reisz is a singer because of Clara and her twin. they only own a lab & got interested in studying & research bc of Dr. Vaughan. they got a taste for exercise bc they accompanied Hephaesta's workouts for so long. and so on and so forth.
Their "married" situationship also only progresses (or not) in a similar gamified manner. To sum it up, I roll a bunch of dice (d20) whenever I draw Edward's card and build on the results and context. RNG can be quite the co-DM, i'll tell you that. lol
(they are also a nemesis spoiler. write-up on the mechanics here.)
ill make a better, dedicated profile post eventually but for now have this ANCIENT intro (post-ambition, from october) + some early refs below:
The first thing you notice about them is the cowl lazily draped around their head and shoulders, swaying behind their back like a cape in the colours of sunrise-- or, perhaps most familiarly, the velvety twilight that the newest star every so often provides to London.
The second thing is the deep scars covering one side of their face, and the third thing would probably be the heavy eyebags under their sharp, dark eyes.
A relatively freshly-minted Silverer, H. Reisz spends more time in Parabola than London nowadays. Not that they had been in London for too long anyway, and it's not like anyone knows where they were before that either. The surface, yes, but it's a big world out there, right?
They don't actually remember seeing the sun, or the sky, but H cannot deny the soft colours of twilight and sunrise have a special place in their heart. They recognise it without the memory of experiencing it, just like they recognised love in the depths of a certain Labyrinth. Hmm, two Labyrinths, actually. There was that one heiress too... and the Orphanage was inside one hell of a maze too... if they had a coin every time they found themself inside labyrinths, they'd... Uh, where were we?
Well, anyway, being a new face, they had nothing to be known for so they simply gave out their surname instead. Or well, what they assumed to be their surname. "H. REISZ" were the letters sewn-in on a diminute corner of the tattered black veil that wrapped their head back when they woke up for the "first" time. They were surrounded by near-empty bottles of dried mouldy honey, absinthe, and who knows what else. Ah, the decadence... they couldn't even remember what honey could do at the time but they could recognise the stench of self-destruction right away, haha.
Alas, if things were so bad they got to that point-- maybe this explains why moving on was so easy. Maybe they had somehow lobotomized themself on purpose. Who knows?
They sure don't.
It was only now, a year or so after waking up, that an epithet has started to stick around-- specifically by their actions as a Silverer and the services they provided. From nightmare-slaying to fishing out vestigial memories (the irony of an amnesiac doing this is not lost on them) to guiding and safeguarding lost dreamers, their glimmering signature cowl and the way it flowed rather phantasmagorically in Parabola started to leave an impression. To many dreamers, seeing a hint of pastel twilight colours signalled safety. It signalled someone you could trust to get inside your head.
:)
Presenting: the Playwright's argument for why she hates that old man (and you should too!)
1) obsessed!!! with!!!! collecting!!! People!!!
Sometimes you just want to take a walk okay. Must a woman have an excuse for doing this? Must a woman remain under nightmares 5, simply to avoid having to talk to the merry FUCKING gentleman? I think the fuck not.
Like ooo look at me i have an uncountable amount of fingers ooo look at me i want to harvest your nightmares ooo look at me im an UNSKIPPABLE CARD*
*yes i could keep my nightmares lower. however, I won't. thank you for understanding.
Get in line!!!! stop forcing me to talk to you!!!! It has reached the point where i would GENUINELY rather stay in the mirror marshes for upwards of 20 actions than step through the mirror into his stupid ass hotel. she has moved out of an eyrie SIMPLY not to be around this man!!! Stop collecting my nightmares i worked hard on those!!!
2) won't get over his ex and WILL send you to screaming island to badger him
listen. I'm not saying that the polythreme carousel was the worst part of heart's desire (i am). i'm not saying that earlygame helen sold most of her mortal posessions to buy 5000 pieces of brass for this man (she did) because that would be foolish. who wouldn't check the wiki on that? (me) who would be so lazy to grind that she would do that? (me)
i am saying. that she shrimply did not have fun in polythreme!!! miss fan of security did not enjoy the island where her clothes could strangle her at any moment!!! and she had to be there!!! for far too long!!!
also she hates him for hypocritical reasons on this. oh boo hoo someone broke up with you? and you're still not over it? and you're making grand embarrasing gestures about it?
ew. can you imagine. she would never (ignore the suspiciously aaylah shaped elephant in the room).
3) has the GALL to be a better silverer than her
listen. she does not CARE that he's existed since the first city. she does not CARE that he was here first!!!
get out of parabola. that's her house. shoo.
4) wife-stealing revolutionary :/
self-explanatory. she'd maul him if she could.
5) actually the revolutionary thing can go twice
both for aaylah reasons and because the liberation actually terrifies her so much. its one of the extremely few things she considers worse than death. she's terrified of the dark, for reasons. except she won't admit she's scared because she's Helen so she just uses it to hate him more instead.
6) he reminds her quite a bit of Henry
this one.. i will elaborate on some time later. just know that it does him no favours. especially when she wakes up in his hotel at her most confused and vulnerable..
7) back to the vulnerability thing
helen likes to control the image she projects. that image is not the scared and confused wreck that she becomes when her nightmares get too high, despite how common an occurence that can be for her. that woman gets locked in her lodgings where no one can see her.
no one, that is, except this man and his hotel. which is.. something she tries not to think about, because if she dwells on it too long she'll start screaming and never stop.
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in conclusion... she's not a fan of him. she doesn't trust him and she doesn't like him. She would like to see him be run over by horses and die a bajillion times. He's probably one of the many pictures on her wall that she throws darts at to relieve stress. sorry.
*Holding out my hand in a peace sign* You can't spell execute without cute! *In my other hand drags a long gnarled blade scraping loudly against the stone*
*kicks down the door holding a microphone* REISZ. what do you love the second most in the entire world
The noise startles you back to consciousness again, your body instantly ready for whatever peril there may–- oh, it's nothing. It's literally nothing.
You flop back down on the emptied shelf and sigh. Nightmares, nightmares, tricks from the mind, that's just your life. Another voice, another question now momentarily hanging on and in and around your brain. Love, again? Seriously? What gives? Ah, wait, right, nevermind, the reason for the topic is obvious. That was in August after all, and if your math is correct...
...
You cannot shake the feeling of someone interviewing you for a newspaper article, or perhaps a survey. Yeah, you're not falling asleep again. So be it. Whatever. Let us address it. Sitting up, you part your lips...
...
...and close them, silent.
To rank love, or tell what classifies as such in the first place: Here's an endeavour that has always eluded you. In the beginning any fickle positive feeling was love, any passing joy was love, any hand on your body was love. The world made sure to correct your naivety with time. Ugh. You don't want to think about it. Why are you thinking about it? You keep thinking about it. Love. What do you love the most? Is the phantom question assuming love equals joy? That doesn't quite fit what you've been made to learn, but...
...
Fun. Who doesn't enjoy having fun? It has always been what kept you here after all. That surely must take first place. Now, the second...
You think, and think... close your eyes, breathe deeply... before long, you find yourself meditating again. Or, something like it. Memories of Godfall. Memories of an ambitious old friend. You've been meditating a lot lately. You pay attention to your heartbeat– the eternal carousel of your blood flow. You focus on it, let yourself be taken by it. Oxygen visits the empty spaces inside your chest. A few minutes in and it almost brings a smile to your face.
"became fire", you whisper. "alwayss nice. but no same."
Over that period of your life it was everything. But that wasn't love, was it? More of a need. More of a hunger. Now, more of a habit.
Now, fun... fun always held hands with feeling alive.
The feeling of life–
Warmth. Blood, but only when fresh. The smoothness of flesh, the squirming and pulsing against your skin. Life's spasmodic twitches. Yours, anyone, anything else's. The thrill of living beings trying to stay alive– the clash of bodies— the violence of life having to smother life to live, but also to bring life, two pulses becoming one through consumption or conjugation, the inescapable cycle of all living things; and what of the inner working threads woven together in wonderful muscle fiber and sinew, the jolts of electricity within, the warmth, again, how it burns when it strains past a point just shy of breaking, what miracle it is to be able to move at all, and to feel that movement on you, to hold it, impede it, restrain it with your very own movement, that exertion of force and control so satisfying... and how some bodies envelop inner ivory rock, that one remnant of one's life that shall last the longest, the history that tells: once I pulsed, breathed, once I had blood flowing within me, see me and instantly know I was here, once...
"...feeling life..."
Ah. You're smiling.
5/10 – The topic is bothersome due to their personal weird hangups + alexithymia issues but it's not an intrusive question at all :P
Group of characters trapped together forced to endure the unspeakable horrors together and at some point it’s revealed that one of them is there voluntarily, and when pressed on why, the closest thing to an explanation anyone gets is that this character is acting on some anxiety-induced notion they deserve the horrors and so they just showed up and haven’t left.
Like everyone else is non-negotiably trapped. Except this one guy who absolutely can leave at any time, but kind of just doesn't with the same vague notion of guilty loyalty as someone who stays in the car with the driver while the driver circles around for 20 minutes looking for event parking.
