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[itsafablefolks]

EoD, or as we like to call it, Rev draws Ajax and friends for two weeks straight.

[shortcakelils]

[ilovethenumber9]

My top 3 favourite characters !!!!!!

[alkeneater]

If you're still accepting requests... could you draw Og Abraham Lincoln pls...?

finally.... a reward for all my hard work 🥺🤲

YASSSSS THANKS FOR REQUESTING THIS <3333333

[gregoryfourr]

I loev toxic yaoiiii

[wvlshh]

MMMMMBILLXFORD, so normal and sane about them. Anyway hi tumblr here u go meow meows

[whosthere54]

Me when prison duo chat.

A sneak peek of something I’m working on mayhaps…

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His hands were still cradling their jaw as he spoke again, his thumb coming up to rest just below their right eye.

“And look at you! Your eye’s not bleeding anymore, that’s something hm. It’s gold now.”

His expression softened slightly his thumb gently running along the skin below their eye.

“You’re beautiful.”

They laugh then, tilting their head down causing Centross (Violet?) to adjust his hand just slightly, smiling now too.

“What? I said what I said.” His voice barely holds a soft laugh.

“Don’t I look like my father or something?”

They make eye contact with him a moment before breaking it, angling their head down again.

“Well…” Centross gently tilts their head back up.

“Now that I have seen your mother, and talked to her, I think I can make the comparison.”

He pauses a moment before smiling softly, his thumb moving gently against their jaw.

“You have your mothers smile.” He says softly, watching as their expression changes ever so slightly.

They smile, a quiet laugh tumbling from their lips and tears forming in their eyes only for them to pull away and quickly wipe them away. “Sorry.” They mumble voice breaking slightly as they wipe more tears from their face.

“That’s alright. You’re okay love, c’mere” he lightly pulls the sleeve of their coat, wrapping them into a hug. They muzzle their face against his shoulder, hands moving to grip the back of his shirt tightly so he doesn’t move.

As if he’d leave anyways.

He murmurs soft reassurances, moving one hand to gently run fingers through their messy hair, carefully pulling through tangles and smoothing it out. The other rests gently between their wings every once in a while moving up and down between them. Their tail wraps itself around him as well, not that he minds. It’s another thing he can make fun of them for later.

[chopped-meat]

thimking about emduo.....

[ya-boi-haru]

Headcanon the when Malitae first met Mixis, it was through glitching on the builds Icarus had done.

Once they left, Quixis wacked the sword build to be red and black (decay) as a "screw that".

Malitae obviously noticed and slowly began talking to them, working out the blocks meaning.

Eventually Malitae try to ask for their name and Midas tried to tell them.

The blocks glitched from grey wool, to gold but settled on Quartz.

They both realised that communicating a name would be tricky, but Malitae just nicknamed them Quartz, or Q, since Quartz kept appearing whenever Malitae tried to ask them questions about themselves.

[aimishix]

[xxnugg3tqu33nxx]

I’ve been having thoughts about parallels and I want to talk about them.

In Season 1, we know Enderian didn’t talk to Icarus. Mostly because they’re Fable’s child. And she didn’t ever really talk to them directly.

While now, in Season 3, Fable talks to them. He wants them to talk to him. He doesn’t want them to talk to anyone who disagrees with what he’s doing.

And yet, they both had the same goal. Both Enderian and Fable wanted and wants Icarus to feel alone. They both wanted Icarus to feel isolated, like they aren’t good enough. To push them to do terrible things to get that validation they crave.

And it’s working.

Icarus blew basically everything up in Season 1, also killing Haley, to try get Enderian to talk to them. To get her to tell them what she wanted. And now, Icarus has killed Momboo and Jamie, and blame themselves for Centross’ death. All because they want Fable to give them validation, not to mention that he does. He validates them when they do something ‘right’. He gives them that attention.

I just think it’s really neat and I wanted to ramble about it.

[qaze]

I posted this on the fable disc but I feel the need to say it to the masses:

Welly Boots by The Amazing Devil is Ulysses to young Perseus. Bonus points if it’s in either the fable band AU or the AU where Ulysses remembers Aax before Aax remembers Ulysses

[lychee-jellyy]

You called him once again but it went straight to voicemail.

Again.

Then again.

Then again.

Ch. 37 of acaat by @bubbleteasing

I reread acaat and :( my heart hurts (I brought this to myself but still)

[the-sunshine-dims]

malitae making a sculpture and/or quilt for quixis that already looks odd and mismatched so that they don't need to worry about wacking it when they touch it

awwwhhh,, i hold them so gently, at every aspect of that, (a sculpture that specifically from Malitae has such care embedded in it, in the meaning, and wanting them to see and enjoy it, not worry about accidentally 'messing it up' and maybe even inviting them to change it, encouraging them to use it as their form of expression should they ever wish)

(and the image of M making Q a quilt,, fitting as many patterns in it as possible, just to try the techniques out, and because even if it changes he thinks Q would like it, would find the design as cool as M, even if for just a moment, and wouldn't it be fascinating to see what the squares and shapes of fabric become? and wouldn't Malitae hate to send Quixis back to the cold too-colorless place they described without a blanket for warmth and a pop of color? (it would be nice for when they do have to leave, to send Q back with a reminder they don't just ruin everything, because even if the blanket decays- even if Quixis is worried it will just shred into pieces unnaturally to its little-use and they'll lose the kind effort Malitae put in, Malitae will just make them another one- different and unique and with many flaws that xe expertly puts in, because they like making things for people, even if its only used for a short time, becuase at least it was used))

(and maybe quixis would ask for materials and try and return the favor, and its not the same quilt as it was when they started, but it would be something for the two of them to stay on the island, always something to go back to, and Malitae would treasure the thing that was given to them, another addition they didnt make to the island, and they find it wonderful)

[rima-niki]

"What if I just don't wake up..."

Characters: Ajax and Rondeal from End of Days SMP Tw: suicidal ideation, self-harm? Plot: What if the beds poison anyone who truly tries to sleep, and what if Ajax was okay with that.

"What if I just don't wake up…" they say calmly. The thought had run its course in his head many times, but they'd just never voiced it till now. It wasn't like Rondael would hear them either way; he was far too busy looking and getting way to ansty. The world around them heard, but they would do nothing.

They lay down on the black bed, hearing slowly how the world falls asleep, but they can't, the air is too thick, too hard, too harmful? They hadn't realized when they started taking the damage, just that they were now down to 3 rows of hearts. They don't move. Ajax doesn't know why they don't, at least not consciously. They want this event to end. They want to go back to their normal. Not this weird event where they can build homes and make actual connections.

2 rows now. They just lay in silence, letting this odd pain go throughout his body. This was probably another method that God had put in to stop people from sleeping.

One row left. They laugh a little, no one would be here to watch them perish. But they would be. They get to finally die by their own means not someone else's idea of fun, but their own.

3 hearts left. Gods were they pathetic, they've played all these events and they just wanted to stop. Stop everything. To not wake up.

1 heart. This was it, one life down the drain because Ajax couldn't get up. What a way to die.

Half a heart.

"Ajax!"

Rondeal had pushed them out of the bed. They would live.

"Ajax What the fuck, you could of died there" Rondeal says with pure and entire worry for their teammate. This wasn't the normal amout of concsern for your team mate, this was more, more then what Ajax has seen in a long time.

"I-"

"Don't speak, you idiot, eat a gapple first, or I'll make you. " Ajax just nods. They grab one of his many golden apples and start to eat it, feeling the energy heal them. They were okay.

"I'm sorry" Was all they could say to the man before him.

"Your a dickhead, you know that, but you don't need to be sorry. I think everyone has gotten in their own head once and done something real stupid, you're no expection to that. Now are you ready to kill some fuckers"

"Yeah, I think I am, let's win" -The END-

[gently-decaying-flowers]

sobbing, crying, wailing, ripping my chest open, reaching in my ribcage, throwing my beating heart against the wall, shitting