#twau season 2

[coffinwoodx]

WOLF AMONG US 2

WOLF AMONG US 2

[fortune-fool02]

Bigby Wolf deserves more love and attention.

[naensut]

All the miscellaneous stuff I’m excited for! We are being fed well this year...

And who could forget this bitch!

[razrogue]

I've been going back through the recent Telltale game catalog for the past month - The Walking Dead seasons 1 & 2 and I just started The Wolf Among Us season 1. Batman and Tales from the Borderlands are up next.

I miss their narrative games.

They definitely could have done better on the choices matter part plus improved the gameplay mechanics but they still gave me some stories to get into. I'm glad TWAU is coming back. I'm going to play The Expanse when it releases. I do wish some of the other series were coming back 😩

[meltingangels]

[dottiechan]

Unfortunately Little Red Riding Hood would be difficult since the games are a prequel to the comics and she first arrive in Fabletown in the comics.

I know, Nonny. :c Plus in season 1, Bigby actually says Red didn't make it out when he finds her in the book that has all the fables in it (if I remember correctly). Either way, I'd love to see her in TWAU season 2 and so I will cling to my self-indulgent fantasy. ;D

[spoopy--mulder]

feel like pure shit, I just want them back

[agent-maine]

[howlsofbloodhounds]

SHOOKETH

[aesthetic-survivor-of-twd]

I'm doing well, thank you!! Also, my one wish is they get rid of the fixed camera in S2, I was so happy when they got rid of it in TFS JHKFHDSHDHFDHJHDF

I imagine they probably have, because it seems like the lack of a fixed camera in TFS was one of the biggest compliments the season got based on what I was seeing during the episodic release.

I imagine this new company will be taking on the feedback from the past few releases of Telltale and using them as a reference for their own products (such as TWAU S2).

If they intend on making the new season expanded upon then I imagine getting rid of the fixed cam is a must (especially if it involves any detective work or changed combat)

[clemmietimes]

It makes me sad that we were THIS close to getting Season 2 of TWAU and it’s never going to see the light of day. Not even a sneak peak or official trailer.

(this isn’t meant to bash the hard working people that tried their best to give it to us)

[thepandadrawer]

Bigby looks so fuckin weird in season two, am I the only one that thinks so?

[fortune-fool02]

A Close Call

Bigby Wolf x female reader

Summary: After the attack from Bloody Mary, Bigby decided it was best to try and get some form of rest to heal. [Name] ensured he did so. 

I couldn’t help but write for this man again! Please reblog, like and comment as it really helps! Thank you! 

Please enjoy! 

The room was thick with the smell of medicine, blood and alcohol. As well as those bloody Huff’N’Puffs, but that was the least of [Name]’s concerns at the moment. When she got the call from Snow about what happened to Bigby, she all but sprinted to Bigby’s apartment, white hot concern coursing through her veins with a burning tightness in her nerves. Sitting beside Colin on the floor, [Name] tried her best to keep herself calm as Dr Swineheart carefully removed each little fragment of the bullets that riddled Bigby’s body. His hands stained with blood, but it was nothing compared to the blood on Bigby’s body and chair. 

She knew him being a Fabel meant he could take injuries that were fatal to humans but the fact he had stopped breathing a few times during the operation had her fighting back tears and keeping herself from falling apart right there in the room. When she first got there, and saw Bigby like that, she had some colourful words for Snow as to what happened and why she allowed it to happen. 

“Don’t worry, [Name]. Bigby’s a tough bastard, he’s been through worse.” Colin said, plopping beside her as they watched Dr Swineheart work. Snow had taken to hovering around them then sitting down for a few minutes, and then repeating it all again. Chocking back a shaky breath, [Name] tried to steel herself, tried to make herself believe Colin’s words. A soft groan was heard, making everyone perk up to see Bigby lifting his head, looking around in a daze before turning his head to spit out blood. 

“Bigby.” [Name] couldn’t stop herself from moving over quickly and resting her hand on his cheek. A wave of relief hit her hard to see him awake, alive. His eyes focused on her and he smiled weakly. 

“Hey, love.” He coughed a little, little flecks of blood on his lips but [Name] didn’t care as she pressed a soft, loving kiss on his lips. 

“Excuse me, Miss [Surname], but I’m still working.” [Name] looked at Dr Swineheart before apologising and stepping aside to give him more room to work with, though she hovered close to Bigby. “He’s lucky to be alive. If he takes one more silver round close to his heart, the only place we’ll be meeting again is the morgue.” A cold shard of ice pierced her heart at that, and her mind working hard not to picture Bigby in that situation. 

“It’s been... a confusing set of days. Even for us.” Snow commented, but [Name] couldn’t be bothered to listen to her. Her attention focused only on Bigby as she gently held his hand, he responded by giving her a weak squeeze with what strength he could muster. His arm bandaged up after being reset and Dr Swineheart finished up once removing the final piece of bullet, bandaging the rest of the injuries up. 

“Miss [Surname], please ensure that the Sheriff gets some rest. His body will eventually give out if this continues. There are limits to what even I can do.” She nodded at that, standing up for a moment to see him out, thanking him profusely for his work. Snow had followed not long after, agreeing to let Bigby get some rest for the night. The second they left, [Name] locked the door and removed the phone from its base, preventing any phone calls from reaching them. 

Another soft groan was made as Bigby forced himself to his feet and shuffled into the kitchen to get himself a drink. His body stiff and aching with every little movement. Just as he shut the fridge, he felt a warmth press against his back and two arms come around his front, her touch gentle in worry that she might hurt him further. 

“I’m alright, [Name]. I’m not made of glass.” He smiled, taking a sip of alcohol and humming softly against the warmth. Her touch seemed to chase away any pain before, but these wounds weren’t so merciful. Still, he enjoyed the touch regardless. 

“You scared me.” He just caught her voice by how low it was, the fear and worry that stitched into her words, the concern. “You.... we almost lost you.” Her hold tightened ever so slightly and he could feel her body shaking lightly. 

“Hey, hey, hey.” Bigby shifted around, setting the bottle aside and took her into his arms, ignoring the sharp shooting pains. “I’m not leaving you that easily, [Name]. I promise.” That was the last thing Bigby wanted. He didn’t want to see her distraught like this, he wanted to be there for her. In the Hellhole that was his life, [Name] was the one ray of light that kept him from drowning in it. 

She nodded, resting her head against his chest. "Thank you, Bigby." They remained like that for a moment, the world around them no longer of any concern, all that mattered was each other. In each other's arms, feeling the warmth of their bodies, even all the little textures of their skin. The slightly rough bandages that covered most of Bigby's chest and shoulder, as well as the bits of chest hair, but it didn't bother her at all. She could hear the faint rhythm of his heart beating beneath his chest, a sound that gave her such relief and comfort, a soothing sound.

"Hey, you know I'm still here, right?" The tender moment was shattered by Colin's announcement. An annoyed sigh slipped Bigby's lips but he looked over at the pig.

"Colin. Do you mind?"

"Not really but I'd like a drink, and you're both in front of the fridge. And I don't have hands." [Name] chuckled softly, pulling away from Bigby before turning and getting Colin a drink, setting it down for him as he thanked her. Bigby took the moment to watch them. Watch her, mainly.

Where would he be without her? The one that brought such light to his life, such warmth and a sense of belonging. If it meant protecting her, he would take any bullet for her. But [Name] didn't want that, he knew, she wanted him to live.

Maybe being a bit more careful wouldn't be a bad idea.

[iravaid]

Ten years......

[crownspic-blog]

“Just because I live in the Woodlands doesn’t mean I’m not one of your “strays”. I’m not like Crane or Cole. I didn’t exactly grow up with clothes. I had to get my hands dirty. Always have.” - Sheriff Bigby Wolf

((tbh the last two parts i made up so it matches with the photo, it’s suppose to symbolise the difference between the ‘strays’ and the ‘thirteenth floor’.))

[meltingangels]