My online handle is Quiz, and I use he/she/they pronouns. This is my Fallen London and main blog, and I mostly focus on a set of OCs at a time!! I have (many) other ocs, but they're typically in the background of things until I decide they aren't, haha! Also- my ask box is open, as long as you're respectful 👍 feel free to stop in and ask questions, talk about ocs, or even talk about the weather! Please remember I am a human still job hunting, so I can't chat all the time (sad and unfortunate)
THIS PAGE CONTAINS MAJOR SPOILERS FOR THE FALLEN LONDON AMBITION: NEMESIS AND FOR AMBITION: BAG A LEGEND
My art fight -> https://artfight.net/~thedandy-detective
(my art on this blog is simply tagged as #my art)
My ao3 -> https://archiveofourown.org/users/ahoy_hoyy
(some smaller fics can be found under the tag #my writing)
A guide for the ficswap ocs available this year (2026) -> https://www.tumblr.com/thedandy-detective/816887524080418817/2026-fl-fic-swap-oc-guide?source=share
Finally, I prefer to plan storylines more than I like to roleplay them, as of late, but if your PC is in need of an acquaintance... feel free to message me for more details!!
I really miss the days when I had the energy to rp or collaborate with MULTIPLE people on there. And my apologies to anyone whose messages have fallen by the wayside, or who I said I wanted to do something with on here!!
"As a consequence of our respective ambitions, we wrapped a string around our hands, binding us together. Through mutual violence, we’ve dyed the string red. You might hold the end of this makeshift leash, but didn’t you know that a leash can be pulled both ways?"
in light of friend situation. does anyone ☝️ want a watercolor commission. fixed price of $30, full color, any amount of characters, with/without lineart. hit me up. here's some examples
I posted a writeup of the vitriol incident with Jules many months ago, but never the full writing/fic! SO! Have some of my favorite snippets from it below the read more:
Snippet 1: Jules seemed to attract trouble; she had hoped that after killing the Vake, those little problems would practically disappear.
She didn’t brag about it, not so brazenly, but the people at the Medusa’s head knew. So did the railway members, once she’d given them the time of day. From Veilgarden to the Flit, everyone seemed to react the same way- giving her a look of surprise, and only saying the quiet part out loud on the rare occasion.
“Without a scratch… do you have any scars?”
The answer was "yes", underneath her various layers of clothing. From stabbings to poison to Vake claws and bullets, she bore the marks of violence all over her. What she didn’t wear, however, was anything visible. It had been crucial as the Partial Performer, even more so as the Adventuring Aesthete, but she was just Jules now. She didn’t mind her scars, and had made her peace with them- she was just glad she wasn’t a tomb colonist at twenty four.
Snippet 2: She would be (and had been) reborn, and fear simply wasn’t a part of the equation. Considering she’d been killed a mere month ago, Jules could have considered it- considered fear. She had, after the megolomania had subsided and finally allowed her to crash in her suite at the Royal Bethlehem. She didn’t remember much about her latest episode, except her incessant laughing and the suites next to her complaining. She knew these episodes were becoming more common- they certainly weren’t disappearing- but she simply had other things to worry about.
Snippet 3: Jules handed her Mr. Hays’ card, and the woman nodded. As she reached out to take it, Jules noticed her hands.
“No ring?” Jules asked. The woman shook her head.
“Not anymore. Not since he…” She trailed off. Jules nodded.
“I hope you take him for everything he’s got,” Jules said. The woman looked up, and Jules could see a spattering of bruises on her cheek.
“I just want my son.”
Jules wouldn’t call herself ‘selfless’. She wouldn’t even call herself ‘caring’, either, but damn it all if she wasn’t protective. It was a flaw of hers, she supposed. When she saw the woman’s face, she narrowed her eyes.
“I wouldn’t suggest a lawyer, then,” she flatly said, trying to reign in her anger. “I’d look into a licentiate.”
Snippet 4: She gently smiled to see if she still could. When she found that she was able to, she smiled a little more before wincing. It hurt.
She couldn’t make sense of it all. The vitriol wasn’t even meant for her, and yet she was glad it had happened- well, to her and not to Agatha. She hadn’t meant for it to happen, and yet she had saved her, nonetheless. Her lips fell into a frown at the realization.
Hello there, anon! You made my day. I’ll go down the PC list in the order they were made
Danya: They had a lab on the surface that was condemned for its research, but also a dangerous (almost) lover there too. Fleeing to the Neath probably saved their life (but not their reputation)…
Brett: Despite his strong desire to know what others don’t, he only sought out knowledge of the Correspondence after it was used against him. He can’t really forget the injuries it once caused.
Baxter: He’s happily married, and has a cat. He lives comfortably, even as a (somewhat incompetent) criminal.
Jules: She has no tattoos, neathy or otherwise. This is because her fiancé on the surface detested them, and it rubbed off on her.
Alderose: She is an incredible harpist. She also has terrible stage fright, but being a conductor has made her face that fear head on.
Sarah & Margot: They had such an abysmal first meeting that they consider their second meeting at a birthday party there “first”. They refuse to discuss the incident outside the Repentant Forger’s office.
Today, Margot and the constables will find Sarah’s office empty. Inside, unnoticed by the constables amid the uncharacteristic clutter, there will be a long winded letter that manages to say nothing at all, except for the fact that Margot shouldn’t worry about her, and that Sadie will be gone for a little while. Margot (very much like you, dear reader) will sit there and wonder: how did we get here?
A Quick Catchup with the Chattways
One month ago, six months after Margot and Sadie tied the knot, things seem to be going swimmingly on the metaphorical surface. Sadie and Margot are months away from reacquiring Margot's parent’s mansion, they’re keeping up appearances, and everything seems to be falling into a routine.
However, Margot is beginning to grow restless with the lack of progression between her and Sadie, although she still refuses to reveal the real reason she married her. Margot isn’t sure that she did the right thing by marrying Sarah under a false pretense, especially since she is now confident that she loves Sadie. Sadie isn't sure the marriage is working, either, but for entirely different reasons- and she's increasingly paranoid
Then, Sadie’s brother comes to the neath to inform Sadie their mother has passed. He believes Sadie was framed in New Newgate, which is true- but she’s committed many crimes herself now, which he doesn’t know about. Sadie isn't outwardly affected by the loss, but is concerned about her brother
He refuses to go back to the surface without her, and is suspicious of Margot and her ‘charity’. Margot continues with business and society as usual, but notices Sadie is making small mistakes in her work
Sadie grows increasingly stressed with her brother around, and it puts a strain on her health and eventually her partnership with Margot. Margot finds herself pushed away, and it crushes her
Sadie's work begins to suffer, and she asks Margot if she can take a brief leave of absence. Margot is flabbergasted, but eventually relents- once the mansion is hers again, Sarah can take a break
It’s not soon enough, and Sadie snaps at her brother. This time, her brother agrees to go back to the surface at her urging, and Sadie knows it is because of her
Margot tries to comfort her in the aftermath, but Sadie suffers and grows distant. The constables, tipped off by her brother, begin to close in on the two of them. Margot realizes (with a start) that Sarah has fallen behind on bribing them
The conversations between the couple continue, where Margot grows increasingly animated and Sadie only retreats into herself. In a heated moment, Margot says that Sadie may as well take her leave of absence early, because they’re never going to get her parent’s mansion back at this rate
“Hell,” she says, “Take a vacation!”
Sarah watches as Margot storms out, and gets an idea: perhaps Margot, for once, is right. A vacation would do her some good. If she fled, for a vacation or not, the constables would likely focus on her instead of Margot, trying to track her down instead of investigating the charity- and she could outwit them in her sleep.
Three days later, she leaves in the middle of the night, and the constables knock on Margot's door. They’re just as shocked as she is to find Sarah’s room empty, but they eventually leave. Margot sits there, and wonders where it all went wrong.
And with that, the next arc for Sadie and Margot has begun! Sadie is evading capture as well as taking a vacation for herself across London, and Margot is currently joining the ranks of those trying to find her. They’ll be reunited, rest assured, but I wanted to give them both some room to grow without each other before they moved forward with Light Fingers together.
Sadie and Margot may get another write up soon. Wish I had to patience to write longer fics because it’s vaguely Conceptualized but nothing is on the page!! I don’t talk about them enough, but they are very clear to me in my mind
