#fable tag

[savethepinecones]

WIP game: psych ghost gus au

ooh okay so gus is a ghost and shawn is actually psychic on top of having his observational skills. basically shawn still picks up on clues but any time gus adds vital info its technically a legit psychic thing. gus is the only ghost shawn can interact with (think like "spirit guide" type stuff). gus is still afraid of ghosts

[rainofthetwilight]

🥷✂️🎶 :3

u get three because i couldn’t pick a favorite lmao

FABLEEE TY FOR THE ASK!

dw, I already did two of these anyway!

✂️ - What's one thing from the series you would change?

besides skybound's horrid writing and misogyny (and the misogyny in the show in general, which are both talks for another day), I'd definitely change the way they wrote misako bro, it's something that always bugged me from the beginning. you got this history-loving woman that got married to the son of god and had a literal child with him, the potential in that alone is just??? I also never liked the way the fandom treated her back then, like she got bad treatment from the show AND the fandom which is horrid :')) I love you misako you did nothing wrong honey <33

anyway uhh sorry for the rambling lmao

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(ask game)

[themarcspector-hasmovedblogs]

❛  i  can’t  protect  you  if  i’m  dead .  ❜ farah + sola

@deathlessfable

Sola continues to bite down on her ice cubes as Farah talks serious business. The mere idea of anyone thinking they protect her is hilarious, but she won’t laugh at Farah. Other than Emerson and her cousin, Farah is the only person that she respects enough to not be rude enough to laugh in her face. She likes her a lot and does not think she deserves it, even when her idea is a bit unnecessary and silly. 

“It’s every woman for themselves in New Sunnetta – you know that. I don't need you or anyone else's' protection,” Sola finally says after she swallows the ice, and then places some more in her mouth. Time then goes by slowly as the ice melts and Farah says nothing and just looks at her like she’s the unnecessary one. 

This would typically make Sola irritable, yet since it's Farah, it just makes her shrug. “Well, it’s true. You protect me, and then what? You die. I protect you, and then what? I die. That’s just how it is here. It’s basically like those old western movies, except it’s not like that at all. It’s worse cause we’ve got computers and shit.” 

She then begins to hum as she chews more ice. Apparently her dearest isn’t in a talking mood because she says nothing. Just makes some groaning noises in irritation, that just make Sola bite on her ice louder and close her eyes...ignoring her.

[peachpitmp3]

jatp as pancake squad messages (part 1)

[ID: A photo of Willie from Julie and the Phantoms with a screenshot from a discord message over it. The message is from “blue || willies-skateboard” and says “adhd million thoughts a second go brr” and on the next line “ok i gotta open my notes app before i forget this one sec” /End ID]

[ID: A photo of Flynn from Julie and the Phantoms with a screenshot of a discord message over it. The screenshot does not include the sender in it, but it says “where were we? ah yes. idiot gays. so” /End ID]

[ID: A photo of Alex from Julie and the Phantoms with a screenshot of a discord message over him. The message is from “kate ~~ aceofhearts™” and says “Okay FINE I’m home of sexual, dumb of ass, and pure of heart”. The and is italicized and the message has been reacted to with the clapping emoji. /End ID] 

[ID: A photo of Luke from Julie and the Phantoms with a screenshot of a discord message over it. The message is from “blue || willies-skateboard” and says “yeah no, I may be confident but I have 0 experience flirting”. /End ID]

[ID: A photo of Carrie from Julie and the Phantoms with a screenshot of a discord message over it. The message is from “blue || willies-skateboard” and says “I came out here to attack people and honestly I’m having a great time”. /End ID]

part 1 | part 2

[cosmic-conundrums]

Dizzy!

ok so i might have. gone a little crazy with this. these two and this scene lives rent-free in my brain, so thank you so much for giving me an excuse to write it :D

it's long so it continues under the cut!

“This… is a ballroom.” Fable’s voice is incredulous, their eyes wide as they sweep the open space.

“It appears so,” Eilyf, on the other hand, is practically sparkling, bouncing on the balls of his feet in excitement and anticipation.

The room they’ve uncovered is, indeed, a ballroom. A vast one, stretching seemingly endlessly into a space that shouldn’t exist. The floor is the same black and white tile as the entrance and lobby of the hotel, inlaid with gold and silver patterns of constellations. The ceiling is high and glitters with a row of chandeliers, each one decked out in multiple colors and cuts of gems, casting an odd but flattering light onto the floor and the full-length mirrors lining every wall.

“Why is there a ballroom?” Fable asks, running a hand over the doorframe. “How is there a ballroom?”

“All very good questions,” Eilyf agrees. He’s just as in the dark as Fable here, but the emerald glimmer in his eyes suggests that he’s enjoying the mystery.

“I… I don’t know what to do with this,” Fable admits, completely lost. “So there’s a ballroom. Great. What do we do with that?”

“What do you do with a ballroom?” Eilyf skips lightly to the center of the room, his voice airy and mischievous. He twirls once, then grins at Fable. “You dance, of course.”

It takes Fable a moment to catch his meaning. “Wh- oh. Oh,” they can’t quite hide the slight flush that creeps into their face at this suggestion. “Do you really- there’s no music.”

But even as they say that, one of the mirrors behind him catches their eye. It’s reflecting Eilyf, or at least it should be, but instead of showing his back, the reflection is facing them. With a familiar roguish wink, the reflection pulls out a violin and begins to play. Music fills the room, echoing as though not from a single mirror-bound violinist, but from the walls themselves. Eilyf startles, and spins to see the reflection playing with his typical grace and energy. He laughs, then whirls back to Fable, extending a hand. “May I have this dance?”

It’s impossible to resist. Fable steps onto the floor and takes his hand, gasping as they feel the air in the room shift, as though they’ve stepped through an invisible barrier. Then they look at Eilyf, and gasp again.

His clothes have transformed into a full-on suit, complete with a long coat and thigh-high boots. The green and gold coloring perfect matches his fair skin and red-gold curls, and he looks… well, gorgeous.

“Eil,” Fable starts, intending to point out his new outfit, but they trail off when they find him staring at them, eyes wide and soft, color in his cheeks. They look down at themself and find that their clothes have changed as well, into a floor-length slinky black dress, sleeveless with a high collar. Silver beaded stars glimmer around the collar, and a long slit runs down one side, revealing their combat boots still in place. Their tattoos are in full view, the numbers running up and down their arms standing out, black against pale skin. “Oh.”

“You, um,” Eilyf won’t stop staring at them, taking in everything from their dress to their hair, which feels cleaner and fluffier than it has in years, the shaved side neatly buzzed and the long side falling in gentle blue waves nearly to their shoulder. “You look-”

His eyes drop, and Fable suddenly feels ridiculously self-conscious. Then he smirks. “Is that a knife strapped to your thigh or are you just happy to see me?”

Fable grins, feeling the familiar weight of the sheathes on either side. “It’s two knives.”

“Even better,” matching their grin, Eilyf pulls them closer. “Shall we?”

And they do. The song is energetic and upbeat, and their steps match its pace. Fable hasn’t really danced before, but they get the hang of it quickly, used to the idea of complicated footwork and grace from years of knife fighting. They still trip up a few times, but Eilyf doesn’t comment on it.

As they dance, they catch glimpses of the reflections in the mirror, each of them different. In one, Fable dances, surrounded by iridescent black and white tentacles that it takes them a moment to realize are attached to them. In that one, Eilyf seems faded, his colors muted, his eyes glazed. In another, the two of them twirl by a lakeside at sunset. In another, Eilyf’s face drips with blood, his head gouged open. In yet another, Fable stands alone, the ballroom cracked and ruined around them, something dark and crawling emerging from the cracks. Fable tears their eyes away and decides to focus instead on the dancing.

They twirl around the ballroom, their boots tapping on the tile floor, the light catching in the stars on Fable’s dress and the gold buttons on Eilyf’s coat. Fable spins out, letting their dress flare around them as they spin and spin and spin. And then they twirl back, stumbling, dizzy, into Eilyf’s arms. They trip as they reach him, and he catches them expertly in a dip. “Alright?” He asks. They nod, breathless. He grins, but then his hold on them slips and they fall.

“Oh, you bastard,” Fable groans from the floor. Eilyf laughs and flops down on his back next to them. “I swear I didn’t do that on purpose.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” Fable snorts, but there’s no malice behind it. The two of them lie there, on the floor of a ballroom that shouldn’t exist, in a hotel that shouldn’t exist, in comfortable silence born from the two of them being thrown together in this place, this time.

“Thank you,” Fable says after a while. “For this. This was- Thank you.”

“Of course,” Eilyf says simply, and if Fable hat met his eyes in that moment, they would have seen a sorrow so impossible to fathom, it would have scared them.

“Anytime.”

[heller-obama]

Having irl friends in fandoms is really funny bc for one we just constantly get each other into our current hyperfixation shows and hyperfixate together and then we either:

1. Vibe together on tumblr in the same spaces bc we have similar opinions/ships

2. Just harass the hell out of each other but in a friendly way bc we have different opinions/ships and just. constantly make fun of each other

Yes this is about you @bagel-rights-activist and @bagel-plant

[peachpitmp3]

hey everyone!! happy jatp fanworks appreciation week!! my absolutely lovely friend lizzie @willex-n-waffles is currently just a few followers short of a huge milestone and she won’t admit it but she’s literally one of the best human beings in existence!! 

selling points to follow her include: amazing art, amazing posts, amazing writing, amazing reblogs, amazing vibes, and just her amazing existence in general

honestly, i don’t know that many people who aren’t already following lizzie, but if you’re not, take this as your sign to do so!!!! she’s the best :)

[peachpitmp3]

I started following you bc you were super friendly and always left the SWEETEST tags under my art!! And now I consider you one of my best friends and you are just SUCH a cool person and the absolute sweetest!! (Not including you muting me on vc smh /lh)

hi fae!! this ask is literally like a year old idk but !! i love u so much and you are literally amazing and i'm so glad we're friends <33333