At the Horizon
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At the Horizon
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
But it is not enough

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The Red, the White, and the Sacrifice
Normally I am more of a fanon/fanfiction account here, but I think I have genuinely discovered something that was hidden away in Fallen London since May 13, 2010, that only now in this very year of 2026 is being brought out and explained fully. This lore analysis will be will contain extensive and unmarked spoilers for and from the main story lines Firmament and Seeking Mr Eaten's Name, the Exceptional Stories The Green King and The Fair Unknown, and Ambition The Uttermost East from Sunless Seas.
Cards and her relationship to Eaten
I wanted to write this up as soon as I got the question from @sith-shenanigans, but I kept rewriting and reexamining how I was going to try to explain because it is a complicated web of feelings, metaphors, themes, and strange identity issues that I was not sure I could truly do it justice without just writing all of her stories, but at best that is years away so here is my best attempt.
Cards character design
I would like to start this by apologising for my lack of activity recently, unfortunately work became a disaster and a minor concussion has turned thus far into a major chronic problem, so writing has been difficult to say the least, but hopefully this little exercise will help, even if just helping me feel better about my cognition.
you have SUCH a cute bat oh my gosh
Oh I have never gotten an ask before! Thank you! I am glad you like Cards, I could gush about the aspects going into her design forever.

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If the doodles are still open, I would adore a doodle of Seria Clever! She would prefer a dance, but whatever you would have the most fun with is best. She would be wearing the Timeless Gown, and a Violant Bat mask.
Now you too can see Caiomhe having a gay crisis in real time! (Tall. Pretty. Kind of intimidating (affectionate).)
I got my first batch of those doodles done! Hope you guys like em!
Alex Hastings via @thedeafprophet | The Violant-Scrawling Apologist via @violant-apologia
Cards via @a-twisted-tale | Detective Brett Heroux via @thedandy-detective
If you are still accepting Feast of the Rose request, I would adore Seria Clever singing a Well-Song. She would probably be wearing her Timeless Gown that she was given by Ivy as well.
Here you are! I hope I got her colours right,the contrast is so fun to draw
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I mainly worked off the swing concept, but wanted to make sure it was something that would fit a classy high stakes game... with a bit of personality! Sorry that I couldn't fit in any melancholy in there- but I was already twenty seconds over my planned time XD
Enjoy!
Assuming we go into this with zero expectations at all, send me your OC you want potentially doodled.
This is either going to result in a spate of FL art, reverse psychology tricking me into finishing the massive Ockham comic I’ve been working on, or my brain ignoring both of these options and knitting a pair of socks. In any case, some sort of win.
@violant-apologia @a-twisted-tale @dualclock @that-giorgione
Knitting break <3

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Your Mr Cards!
Could I possibly get Happles and my Cards with number 2? Cards would be the smaller one because she is a runt.
Gambling at the company (crab) Christmas (what passes for it?) party (idk they're all in one place and Wines probably spiked the bowl of punch)
I adore this this is amazing thank you!
more requests from others: @creekschaoscorner's Josie Lyness, and @a-twisted-tale's Mr Cards!
Absolutely incredible, thank you!
Suffering Stillness
An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works
You are supposed to be relaxing, so why is that so hard?
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Normally I am not one to post my thoughts on things, simply wanting this to be a space for my creative works, but, despite the inspiration and stories I have written with my Cards, woah am I not a fan of some of that, and just... Shocked that got through any approval. Just. Not a fan of retcons, but please just retcon all of the Third City stuff please this is terrible.

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A Cold Light
You feel the warm stone beneath your exposed form. The chains that restrain your movements. You feel your ichor stain their hands and teeth and your soul with such violent betrayal. All you can feel is agony and hatred. You look up, feeling the Sun's focus, attention. It watches as you are betrayed, and it does nothing else but observe. It burns…
You ride the 'Beneath the Neath' upwards. It was not why you were here, but you knew if you rode it you would feel the Sun. You never felt the Sun before, even on the surface as a child, you always ran cold, and even standing out in the most blazing of summer days, it simply felt like the sunlight itself ignored you. The wheel breaches the surface and for the first time, you feel the Sun on your human skin. The warmth feels wonderful, until, until it does not. The heat you feel is not just light, but attention. As you are perceived, you know it is not happy with what it is seeing. It burns like an echo…
Your ship splinters and shatters before the might of the Starved Oculus' sunlight, a lens in which to observe the Neath, and burn away all that should not be. All too soon, it focuses on you. Despite the Irrigo in your body, in your soul… It recognises you. Disgust and hatred are inflicted upon you, the little fur you were able to gain back igniting before Law. You scream out with all you know, trying to save all you love. It burns like a raging inferno…
You sneak around, protected by only irrigo and lily-balm. Even in the darkest places, you still feel the warmth of the sunlight, always chasing you. Your wounded realm is so hard to get to, your homes destroyed. The Sun rarely takes its gaze from London. It still tries to burn you. This is your fault echoes in your ears in your own voice. The Sun would never have been invested in what was happening in the Neath if you were not so stupid! You find a place that is truly dark. It burns like guilt.
You wake, gasping for air. You are not hurt, at least, not in the same way as your nightmares born of memories insist. You crawl out of comfort into the cold embrace of your spire. The air is colder than normal, or you got used to a horrible heat. You step out to your balcony, stretching your wings. You knock down a deck of cards and a few talon-crafted candles you had been working on earlier from a small table. You mutter as you reorganise them.
Gripping the railing, you look over London. Tears stream down your face as you observe, truly alone. It has been weeks since the Starved Invasion and counteroffensive, yet these nightmares do not go away. You think to go to Pages, maybe Veils, they care about you… but do they really? Pages completely brushed you off during the meeting, and Veils did not even come for the counteroffensive despite the perfect opportunity to hunt. Neither sought you out after you risked your very existence in saving them through that sacrifice... Another, another sacrifice. You have no one except yourselves, and they are of no help, you are all suffering the same pains and thoughts. Was it worth taking this recompense, this pity? You sob as the pain becomes too much again. It still burns, like an abandoned reckoning…
A Recollection of an End
Your crew have already abandoned ship on your order, the ground will do far less damage than the Sun. Your fellows continue their hunts, leaving you alone with the Last of the First, engines failing, weapons sundered, gazing into the eye of oblivion. You know what you must do, the sigils you frantically scribed are doing what they can to will your ship into following the proper course, but you must ensure that it works. Starved Men do their best to stop you, but they are no match for your claws and talons, your Parabolan light false-flesh flayed away to reveal your truth, your fellows are not the only ones getting their fill of blood and hunt. Your ship, a weapon of your design as disaster looms, takes the brunt of the light first. The eye above opening, damning all it gazes upon, and its interest is in you. Before the light hits, you remember the burns on your soul... The sun's heat is uncomfortable, as if it's being focused on you through a vast lens. It has a sense of presence, purpose; the heat you feel is not just light, but attention. You resist the falling memories as your white fur scorches from the recognition, violant-irrigo tears streaming down your face. Perhaps this will be your end, the end of millennia worth of suffering... No. No you will not fail. Not for London, not for Humanity, not for Liberation, not for your colony, not for all the love you hold in your soul. You scream out with the whispers from the void within the stars, you spit Correspondence words with accents improper to your station, and no other language of frost and home. You do not experience the impact, but as you burn to nothing, you know it was worth it.