#avulsion

[wretchedmoonrise]

failbetter hire me for ur merch department /j

[shazzbaa]

"Tearing oneself away from one's desire like that, mere moments after ingesting the moon-milk, would be a heart-rending experience...."

Avulsion also got me thinking about Poor Edward OBVIOUSLY, I'm always insisting he deserves more credit for his truly bonkers willpower while under the influence but I'm just not sure he could've been normal for this

[godkillerbrigade]

My new Fallen London Exceptional Story, Avulsion, is out now!

Ten words in heavy gold letters adorn the back of the invitation. ‘EVERYTHING LOST WILL BE LOVED; EVERYTHING LOVED WILL BE LOST.’

The Shuttering Photographer is spoken of highly in certain circles; they say her tricolour photographs are more vivid than life itself. Her latest exhibition, a meditation on love and grief, is open now – and invites an unusual level of audience participation. Will you give up control over the compass of your heart? Will you hold on tightly to loves old and new? For all is not well in the Sunken Gallery, and few can be trusted to find the truth…

April Exceptional Story: Avulsion

Exceptional Story for April: Avulsion Ten words in heavy gold letters adorn the back of the invitation. ‘EVERYTHING LOST WILL BE LOVED;

[perfumed-gunpowder]

gulf of perception

[szilverer]

build me a home

of ember and chain

mildly gorier versions + yapping & a writing snippet below the cut

I think one of the most triggering parts of the first half of the Avulsion period for Edward was the fact that, by suddenly falling into the role of caretaker, he gets to be effectively an orderly again.

He gets to care for a victim of moonmilk again. Restrain them, as he was taught to do, as he had once been; try to keep them from hurting themself; try to maintain them hydrated and clean, as it was occasionally needed to collect data; he has to run after them when they break free and, worst of all, he has to pull them from the fires they set when they lost the minimum of self-control they had. He was an orderly having to deal with an inmate at the peak of their insanity again, but this inmate is a legitimate monster that breaks their own limbs to escape from restraints and sets fire to the air with their body and voice.

This inmate is also the only person that matters.

Why did it have to be fire?

He gets to do all that while also having to face how he burned in the beginning and how he didn't have anyone to take care of him and how he had to endure that painful agony all on his own. Because of this same inmate.

And he can't even rejoice about it. He can't, because Fire took everything he had again. It was not fair then and it is not fair now.

But then! But then. Haha. When has life ever been fair to him, right? :)

the ref, which ive wanted to use since 2024 but never had the right Vibes for it up until recent developments + version without any filter layers to resize it lol

u may be wondering how did reisz feel. well for one they barely registered or paid attention to him, initially. he does not even remotely look like a fire. thats a ramble for another post but have this brief interlude that summarizes the transition to the better part of their defeated era

[space-wizards]

some excellent ancillary text in this month's ES

[alexander-the-greatest1987]

Sometimes, Fallen london can have very hard choices

[twig-the-escaped-cephalopod]

“Calm yourself, please, Albatross— and tell me; what on Earth happened in that gallery?”

Avulsion still isn’t leaving my mind and my FLPC (right) is paying the price— I have decided the friend referred to in the basement ending recovery arc is my other OC (left) and decided to draw them :3

Sketch and less filtered version below cut