#bag a legend

[snippity]

Here's my character lineup of the Bag a Legend NPCs! It's not my favourite writing-wise but it's the one closest to my heart.

Design notes + pics split into layers under the cut:

april:

she's described as short and stocky ingame so i did give her a body type to reflect that more accurately compared to her ingame art. also let me have this one i like butch women

made her a bit older as well. there's text saying she has experience with infernal ammunition (like that used in the war against hell), making her at the very least in her 40s

fun fact she's 4'10" here. i did use a height chart as reference

sinning jenny: not too much to say about her since she has a canon design as well and i didn't really deviate here. in my mind she's tall to contrast april being short though

mother superior:

she has a gold and beryl mask at the end of the ambition which i thought was cool so it's there

holding an ankh because she's originally from the second city - you can see the influence too by how jenny's rosary resembles one. the mask itself was also ever so slightly inspired by egyptian death masks

that's meant to be a pistol in a holster but you can barely see it

scarred naturalist:

wanted to show off his real identity as a snuffer, so i had some of the snuffer tentacles/flesh peek through the skin

gave him a green waistcoat partly to show his connection to the vake

remember the bit where he ripped a guys upper lip off just to wear his mustache. i didn't until a friend reminded me

the vake: looked at fallout deathclaws and venus flytraps for inspiration! i'll be honest i personally think making the masters just straightforward anthro bats is a little boring so i took some more liberties with it. that's a liver it's holding. whose? who knows.

#fallen london #failbetter games #bag a legend #fallen london spoilers #body horror #gore #creature design #character lineup #illustration #digital art #please dont let this one flop it took a week......

[thedeafprophet]

That first confrontation didn't go too well, now did it....

(maybe turn ur screen brightness up for this one)

#finally a BaL drawing lmao #this is the extent of graphicness of injuries ur gonna get from me lmao #fallen london #my art #bag a legend #bag a legend spoilers #oc: aurora #the vake #mr veils #injury cw #blood cw #ask to tag

[waterlogged-detective]

Boots' flawless Vake catching plan, thwarted by his good kitty status...

Bonus:

#fallen london #fallen london oc #the vake #bag a legend #the further adventures of boots the cat #bootsposting #my art #i cut out some panels it used to be much longer #long post #sorry i realized it was funnier if you couldnt see all the panels at once akjdfhsk

[the-masterless-press]

IT'S OFFICIAL: BETTY HAS COMPLETED HER AMBITION!

God, it has been a very arduous journey. But thanks to Christmas events I have been able to do it

Get fucked Veils

#fallen london #fl #oc: betty #ambition: bag a legend #bag a legend #bal #fl spoilers

[im-ej-arts]

first three of my bag a legend lineup! this i would like to affectionately call "doesn't matter if they're out of their prime they will kick a millennia old bat's ass"

more to come soon!

individuals:

rowan asher, the frigid-hearted professor, owned by @the-avaricious-meddler

samuel weatherbee, the laconic captain, owned by @house-of-mirrors

and finally; betty horvat, the bumbling pugilist, owned by me!

#my art #digital art #fallen london #fl #fl ocs #failbetter games #oc: betty horvat #other's ocs #bag a legend #ambition: bag a legend

[capn-twitchery]

get his ass, twitch

#this killed me. well worth failing the check 5 times to throw a rock at him #BaL #bag a legend #its very early on but just in case #flondonblogging

[maybesdaughter]

BITES YOU BITES YOU BITES YOU

#bites you bites you bites you #bag a legend #fallen london spoilers #fallen london

[demansiabites]

Bag a Legend

#fallen london #bag a legend

[incorrectfallenlondonquotes]

BAL Player: [noticing a pocket watch] Hey, I had one just like that.

Light Fingers Player: Yeah, your dead body was buried with it.

BAL Player: You stole that off my dead body?

Light Fingers Player: Well, your dead body wasn't doing anything with it.

#fallen london #source: pushing daisies #the player #bag a legend #light fingers

[caperingcryptid]

Fires and Fabric

@fallenlondonficswap @the-insouciant-scientist @artisanoftheredscience @finerandbonnier @sparingiscaring (Notes: This is, unsurprisingly, for the group event, and for a couple people I saw on the list with a Veils or BaL interest. Hope you all enjoy!

(Additional Notes: It's my first time writing the Masters, so they may be a bit OOC.)

Fires and Fabric

Mr Veils, Mr Fires, other Masters mentioned, Vake/BaL content, brief and off-handed reference to a certain betrayal

(1,016 Words)

Veils was not so often satisfied, but tonight, its bottomless hunger had ebbed...if only, again, for tonight. It was no matter, of course. Tales of the Vake and promises of the fortune placed upon its head drew aspiring hunters in like flies to honey, and as the number of Echoes climbed ever higher, so did Veils' prospects of returning to the Bazaar well-fed and well-amused. 

It picked its teeth with a shard of bone as it ascended the steps, working some of the sinew out from between its fangs. Its latest catch had been some poor, hopeful fool with dreams too big for his head: not unique in the slightest, but still a nice little morsel to feast on until something more fascinating came along.

A hunter was only as good as the prey that they sought, after all. Someone with more gumption would make a fine meal for the Vake, indeed. 

It was ready to return to its lodgings in a good mood (as good a mood as Veils could ever be in, at least) when it sensed, rather than heard, a presence join it on the stairwell. It turned in a whirl of velvet, eyes burning a hole into the creature that had dared disturbed what was otherwise a lovely night.

And that creature was-

“Fires.” Veils glowered, teeth glinting like needles beneath its robe. “What purpose?”

“Temper, temper. I am not so easily frightened as your pet seamstresses.” It held in its hand a lantern, which cast harsh, flickering shadows on the walls around them. It was not so bright that it lit the face beneath the hood, but that was of no interest to Veils anyway. There were far fewer secrets between them than the rest of the city.

“I wanted,” Fires went on, in that strange, honeyed voice. “To have a word about your little...amusements. You were out hunting again, weren't you?”

“Foolish question.”

Fires sighed. ”Perhaps. No, no. It was. But I needed to hear the answer from you. Perhaps I thought there was a chance otherwise, which would be quite foolish of me, indeed.“

”To the point.“

”Never one for small talk, were you? It makes me wonder, sometimes, where that spark of plotting in you came from. Words are what pluck the strings of man, after all, and you are of few.

”And yet, here you are.“ Then, somewhat mockingly, Fires added, ”Veils, the Intriguer.“

Veils scowled. It wasn't in the mood for whatever this was, and already it could feel the sweetness of the night souring. It wanted to return to its chambers, curl up, and sleep away the weight of its meal. It had no interest in hanging around a stairwell like some shifty-eyed urchin while Fires relished in the sound of its own voice.

When it replied, it wasn't in the debasing and irksome words of man. It was somewhere between a snarl and a lick of Correspondence, a fusion that, though brief, was still enough to make the sigils in the walls alight and the tiles shudder beneath them. The closest translation to human tongue, for those curious, would be a particularly colorful suggestion as to exactly where Fires could take its commentary.

Fires calmly adjusted its footing, then raised a single claw in a gesture of peace. ”I'll be on with it now,“ it said. ”The others and I have come to share an opinion: you are getting out of hand. We could forgive your little excursions when they were occasional. But now? Nearly every night? Do you have no self-control?“

Veils puffed up. ”I do not meddle in your affairs, Fires,“ it hissed, begrudgingly picking up speech once more. “You have no right to meddle in mine.” 

“I think we do. I think it is in our best interests to ensure that we're all behaving ourselves. To an extent, of course.”

“I fill my role. My trade is flourishing.” Then, pointedly, “Can you say the same of yours? I have heard word of the Docks.”

Fires didn't rise to the bait as Veils hoped it would. Instead, it went on. “There are less of us than before, when we first came to this place. You know this fact better than anyone.”

It did. 

“Your hunger could very well become your ruin one day, Veils. If not, then it could lead trouble to our doorstep, and none of us are interested in spending our time cleaning up your messes.”

“It's handled.” Veils bristled up. How dare Fires and the rest make such accusations? How dare they think so lowly of it that they think a human could harm it? Humans, with their dull teeth and their flat faces and their stubby little fingers. It was a born hunter. The humans were the soft and succulent prey. London, the city, was its hinterland. 

“It's handled,” Veils spit again. “It is Wines that agrees with you. I know how it thinks. I know its softness. Tell it what I told you: to keep out of my affairs.”

“It worries.”

“Then it is weak.”

They stood there in silence for a moment, Veils' eyes seething and furious, Fires' unreadable. It was Veils who ultimately broke their stand-off, snarling as it turned away from the other Master.

“I am older and stronger and sharper than any little rabbit that could hop to my door,” said Veils. “If they dare, I shall feast on them, and leave their bones as my message. These cities have poisoned you all with softness. I am the only one that remembers what we are.”

Veils ascended a few steps towards its lodgings, paused, then turned again, brushing past Fires in a whirlwind of silks and spite. It needed to shed blood. It would hunt again, and again, and perhaps when it had glutted itself on all it could stomach, it would drop whatever was left of its latest play-hunter through the roof of one of Fires' workshops. 

In its haze of fury and bloodlust, it didn't notice- or care to notice- the somber, knowing way that Fires watched it go.

#fallen london #failbetter games #mr veils #mr fires #the vake #bag a legend #ambition: bag a legend #writing #creative writing #fic

[asleepinawell]

they gave it a makeover

#has someone drawn this #fallen london #bag a legend #flmp #mp #I'm about to finish ambition 2 whoooo

[the-clay-quarters]

Thread dyed black and green

530w, vague/implied Bag A Legend spoilers, also on ao3

Here, take this, it’s just a shirt. Fold it open, mark the seams, trace the stitches, is there something to find? A story to tell?

It starts as curiosity, he would tell you as much. The stitches are fast here, loose, looking for thrills and excitement. But just as quickly they tighten, falling steady and even. This is a slow job, but there are promises, hints of more, he can work with that, he knows patience. He is no stranger to tedium, to repetitive notions and steady hands.

At first, he sees it as a sort of foray into deeper monster hunting, the kind where the real prize is the story, not whatever the ministry offers. That changes, though, with the addition of a new ingredient. There’s a stray thread, caught between the stitches, too tight for you to pull out, dark as night.

Black wings absinthe. That small, personal connection. Feeling the howl of wind, the pounding wings, the rushing blood and fierce adrenaline, There’s that thrill, just enough to get him excited. It gets him coming back, needing to feel that fervor again, pushing harder for progress, eager for more.

It meanders here, gets caught on a fold, lost in a knot. Skip down, jump a section or two, they won’t be missed, it doesn’t matter. We’re here for a story, it picks up again down here.

It comes down to a mutual desire for violence. Of seeing the other maybe not as an equal but as competent, worthy, not someone to go easy on, not someone to hold back with. Someone who won’t judge you for wanting to bite and rip and tear, someone who wants the same. It’s indulging desires that make others think you’re out of your mind, delighting in this secret you have to convince yourself is a rivalry.

But then – on the same fabric, just a different stitch, parallel yet separate – it is cordial, bound by business and social cues. It’s craftsman and retailer, worker and manager, tailor and supplier. They can both see through the other’s charades, playing the same game, knowing each other too well, connecting pieces others don’t get to see. Their interactions are polite, friendly even, competitive and overfamiliar in a way that implies too much. It’s a different sort of thrill, knowing what you do. You could ruin it, you should, it could do the same to you. You don’t, it doesn’t either, you both like what you’re weaving together.

Follow the stitches, further down, past where some are skipped and others are too tight – if, when it comes to it, he doesn’t know what choice to make? He knows there has to be an end, the stitch must be tied off, the piece must be finished. There’s an audience now, a chorus waiting in the sidelines, it’s not just about him any more, he’s not sure it ever was. Could he bring himself to do it? To push away this freedom he’s barely tasted? Or would he stop, pick the stitches, re-arrange the parts, read the patterns again and again, throw them out, try something new, something better, there has to be something better.

Well, who's to say?

#maintagging but fbg dni ty #fallen london #fallen london oc #fic #bag a legend #ambition: bag a legend #ficlet of sewing metaphors and intentionally run on sentences brought to you by having to convince the opp deck to let me get drunk #for the sake of the metaphor lets pretend that this wouldnt be an awfully sewn garment aksjdgf #anyway yeah pem and the vake sure are Something #i havnt even met it in game (see: screw the opp deck) and they already make me ill <3 #oc: cordelia/theodore pembroke #c: curators

[thedeafprophet]

I just think it would've been fun if Veils sent a suit to the PC during BAL

#in my canon. it does give rory one before she kills it #bag a legend

[redratt]

misc scribbles. ive been working on actual Professional Work (tm) but here's some sketching from my free time Jack + Ellie Wrench (nasty werewolf) The Fool (fallen london OC) & 'Dead Game' (in Wrench's pack)

#werewolf #red draws #fallen london #failbetter games #fallen london oc #bag a legend #werewolf art #werewolf wednesday #lycanthrope #lesbian art #horror lesbians

[the-masterless-press]

Bag a Legend players, give me your OCs

#fallen london #ambition: bag a legend #bag a legend #bal #I will draw them all in a little chibi/cartoony spread #FL

[im-ej-arts]

bag a legend lineup, part two! shale was requested in the official failbetter server

part 1/part ?

individuals:

aurora winn, the malignant assassin, owned by @thedeafprophet

shale, the fragmentary revolutionary, owned by @snippity

#my art #digital art #fallen london #fl #failbetter games #fl ocs #bag a legend #ambition: bag a legend #other's ocs #others ocs