#lordriddler

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Commission for @lordriddler of their Fable OC and Reaver, flirting as always

Monochrome sketch commissions are currently closed but will probably be reopened once I finish these. Thanks guys!

[raeofalbion]

Tagged by: @lordriddler (aaaaaaah, thank you so much! ^^)

Rules: Tag Nine People With Excellent Taste

Colour(s): blacks, white, and silver...also jewel tones

Last band t-shirt I bought: None OTL but I’ve been considering buying a David Bowie t-shirt for a long while. Or an Oingo Boingo one.

Last band I saw live: I can’t remember their name, but they did covers of old love songs at my grandparent’s retirement community...they were actually pretty good. Almost saw KISS last April cuz we had free tickets, but panic attacks made that not a thing, which was okay.

Last song I listened to: Serenity by Prismo, though Koda’s Leviathan came on as I typed this up

Last movie I watched: Labyrinth!

Last three TV shows I watched: Jonathan Strange & Mr. Norrell, Hannibal, uh...did I see Penny Dreadful or Walking Dead first before that? Huh...idk....

Last 3 characters I identified with: Uhh...okay, no saying Reaver cuz I say him every other time, so...Jane Eyre (wanderlust and dissatisfaction with my situation, yepyep), Vendetta from Darkside (grumpily reading while contemplating how hungry you are as a country falls apart around you? big mood), and...I’ve probably cycled through every Forbidden Game character’s mood in the last month, but...let’s say Zach (”nothing is real and the things in my head are trying to kill me” “okay, everything is real and the things in my head are still trying to kill me” “if I could art just once everything would be okay” “why is everything on fire?” “I have no idea what’s happening but okay, yeah, let’s roll with it” “girls are pretty”)

Book I’m currently reading: The Architect of Song by AG Howard. I liked the author’s Splintered series, but I’m mixed on this book. On one hand, I like it. On the other, some things are bothering me and it feels a bit more childish than Splintered...which is funny because this is NA whereas Splintered was YA. (Also, it inspired me to an essay-long rant about how people never write Victorian clothing accurately in historical fiction which...I’m sure means nothing. >_> Nothing at all. What are you looking at, I’m not a historical fashion nerd at all.)

Tagging: @rebeldynasty @pouncethehunter @canadian-riddler @littleblue-eyedbird @qisms and anyone else who wants to do it. ^^

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Commission for @lordriddler!

Lucius and Lily in their younger school days. It has truly been a hot minute since I’ve drawn Harry Potter fanart haha.

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Fable drawing prompts!! Old Sparrow finally getting to tell little Rose about all of their adventures in the afterlife!

[privatejammy]

How are you the funniest person on here?

well 😳 Somebody has to be...

[fable-headcanons]

I feel like this has been discussed before, but what do you think of 2/3 heroes? Like the potential of there being heroes that can use two diciplines but not the third?

I love this idea! I think it’s very feasible too

[casino-lights]

Pastel Pink and Army Red – Ben Finn x OC

The Life and Adventures of Benjamin Finn, pg. 92

Albion is full of miracles. The King is a Hero, whose benevolence is spoken of from Samarkand to Aurora. A man who was once seen as a tyrant has redeemed himself in the public eye and become one of the greatest champions for the common man since Page’s revolution. The biggest threat to the Hero King’s peaceful reign has relinquished his hold on the city of Bowerstone and retreated to his beloved port city, full of just his kind of villainy and greed.

And another miracle—I, Benjamin Finn, haven’t gotten myself killed, maimed, and/or arrested yet.

At least, our good King says that’s a miracle. I say it’s all because of one fateful evening in the heart of Bowerstone.

There was a girl, and she had a lute. It was made of the richest wood I’ve ever seen and she played it with such grace that I found myself absolutely entranced. While my childlike admiration for Page hadn’t dulled in intensity at all, whilst staring at this beautiful woman with an even more beautiful talent, I began to forget anything that wasn’t immediately around me. This young woman had a wooden box, an heirloom, it seemed, lying open on the ground with the familiar glint of gold coins shining up from inside it. A system of payment, though it seemed such an unsteady source of income that I am still baffled when I wonder how she sustained any kind of steady living in the rich city of Bowerstone.

She played her final chord and curtsied low, holding her lute in one hand and the hem of her pastel dress in the other, and several members of the small crowd that had gathered gave her generous tips. She thanked them with a smile, one that was impossibly charming, and began to gather up her things.

It was at this moment that I made what could possibly have been the greatest decision of my life: I introduced myself. I learnt that her name was Abigail, and she had been a bard nearly all her adult life, with varying degrees of success. We spoke at great length about difficult upbringings with our remarkable talents—mine for shooting and hers for singing—and I offered her my arm and a purse of gold to purchase a round of drinks for the both of us. That worked rather poorly in my favor, especially when she admitted that she had never drunk a drop of alcohol in her life and had no plans to, but she suggested a walk on the city wall instead. Whether she was just humoring me, pitying me, or actually falling for my irresistible charm, I have no idea, and for fear of learning the answer, I have no intention of asking to this very day.

“Ben?” Abigail called, page in hand, as she searched the first few rooms of her little Bowerstone home. “Ben, I’ve asked you not to write about me like this.”

A mess of blond hair popped out from behind a doorframe. “Why?” Ben asked, a scowl on his face. “I only write the truth, I told you.”

She sighed. “It just makes me seem so… different. I’m surely not all this, I know.”

He stepped out from the hall with a broad grin. “Now you’re just being ridiculous. You’re all everything.”

She mirrored his expression and her face flushed pink. “Well… you wrote ‘entranced’ and I think it should be ‘enchanted.’ Saying you were entranced makes me sound like some kind of fairy putting a curse on you.”

Ben chuckled and twined his arms around Abigail’s waist. “Not as malicious as a fairy, maybe, but nearly as impossibly frustrating to get ahold of.”

“Yes, yes, and you still haven’t, have you?” She glanced into the kitchen and frowned, but at nothing in particular.

“Something on your mind?”

“I went to see my mother yesterday.”

“So you told me. Does she still disapprove?”

Abigail scoffed. “What do you think?” She pulled Ben’s hands off her waist and held them in hers. “She says ‘that rascal better make an honest woman of you, or you better find someone who will.’ I tried telling her everything is perfect the way it is, but she won’t have any of it.”

Ben tipped her face back toward his. “I rather think you’d be the one making me honest, don’t you?”

“And if I told her that, I swear a hole would appear in her skull faster than if she’d started trepanning herself.” She paused, sighed, and looked up at Ben with a mixture of concern and frustration on her face. “It isn’t like we’ve moved in together, or tried for children, or—”

“Do those three times count?” he asked with a cheeky smirk. “I mean, we weren’t technically trying, but I may as well ask…” 

“You are not making this any easier on me.”

“Abby,” he began, bending at the knees until they were at eye level. “Your mother isn’t going to be happy no matter what I do.”

“I know.”

“She wants you to marry some well-to-do noble, not a soldier.”

“I know.”

“But in the interest of full honesty, I’m not sure any noble would ever be this handsome.”

Abigail laughed and leaned forward until her forehead was tucked into his collar. “I know.”

Running a hand through her hair, he added, “But… who says I need to be a soldier forever?”

“Ben, you know I’d never ask that of you,” she murmured. “You love it.”

“And you.”

“You shouldn’t have to choose.”

“Maybe not, but I will.”

Abigail turned her head so her cheek was against his collarbone. “I thought the king was raising your rank soon?”

“He wants to try.” Ben exhaled slowly, his lips pressed together in a thin line. “It’s lost something, now. It used to mean something to me, and it just… doesn’t anymore.”

“So you’re not happy.”

“I am when I’m here,” he replied, looking down and meeting her eyes. “So I suppose I should just get on with it, yeah?”

“With… what?”

Ben pulled back from her a bit and pulled a silvery chain from his pocket. “Turn around, Abby. I got you something.”

A smile crept across her features, but she restrained it as she said, “I told you not to get presents for me. We have better things to save for, and I don’t need anything, I just—”

“Shh. Turn around.”

She scowled, but did so reluctantly, and he drew her hair away from her neck before fastening the chain around it.

“There,” he said proudly. “Before you start worrying, it wasn’t all that much. I still get military discounts anyway.”

Abigail brought her hand up to feel her new necklace, but her mouth fell into a perfect O when she felt not a pendant, but a ring dangling from the chain’s center. “Ben?”

“It’s just the setting. I figured I’d let you pick the stone.” He flashed her another smile, but this one was uncertain and shy. “I’d, ah… I’d like to marry you, if that doesn’t sound too bad.”

Abigail’s smile was everything his wasn’t when she said, “It doesn’t sound too bad at all.”

Giveaway prize for @lordriddler, who requested our favorite devilishly handsome soldier, Ben Finn, proposing to his “perfectly normal middle-class girl.” As long as they’re happy, the prompt is fulfilled. I hope you like this!

[fable-headcanons]

Do you think Reaver had to live through the hero purges?

do we know exactly when those happened? i mean this would be GREAT plot but my timelines are a little fuzzy, but boY;; ;;;;i would love to read a fic abt this