Hazardous to Cacti

2025 sure was the year of the Moth for Poetess!

Meanwhile Grace is on another planet playing Guess Who with Rocky and losing.

The Gant Pole

I can't bring myself to bring it up unless the person is a level 6 or above friend. This is like showing you my big glowing eye in a Zelda boss fight. If a stranger on the street approached me to say they also played the game and asked for my username I would leave and assume a new identity. One time I mentioned I was doing some fanfiction writing to some casual friends and was asked enough questions that it would have been weird if I didn't say what fandom I was writing for and I wanted to jump in the creek after trying and failing to explain what exactly is Fallen London. "Old browser RPG, gaslamp fantasy/horror in which the city of London has been taken underground by strange alien beings and you have to unravel the mystery." That is both technically correct and wildly reductive and inaccurate. "What are you specifically doing in the game/writing about?" [Redacted.] You had to be there. Closed fandom. Nobody gets in or out of the Neath.

they nuked antarctica ryland gets called a leaky space blob eridians culturally hate seeing others eat. viscerally. theres no edible food for ryland on erid so he has to eat these (synthesized!!) things he calls me-burgers. please guess what me-burgers might just be made out of. they paved over the sahara. to breed astrophage. grace forgot his name for the whole first... multiple chapters, and called himself: - bite me - Emperor Comatose (kneel before him) - The great philosopher pendulus stratt pirated everything ever (yes. Everything Ever) for the hail mary to have on board the computer and the un tried to sue her about it. they failed there's a panspermia subplot

many a face journey

POV: you're coeliac

These are real stars. They burn above the roof of the Neath, beyond the earth, in the spaces of heaven. Even so far away, even now, their eyes are on you - but here in the night under the world, you are safe - safe -

that pathetic horrible bat. cmon pages batkissers you can really do better than this.

ETA: Part Two | Part Three

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no one will know he could have come home. no one will know he finally found his purpose amongst the stars.

(There's also the really early icons for Fallen London, whose providence is unknown to me - but if they were by Arendt from even earlier in his career, that just underlines that "you can only improve by hecking doing it" point even further.)