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new profile card for artfight! i'd make a joke about being in my sadboy era but i'm really hyped for this year >:>>
check me out if you want!
Yipeee!!
@distoretion sent in a starter:
[ DRUNK ] I read this as MY muse is drunk while trying to look after yours, which probably wasn’t the intention but is very funny. Please use whatever muse you think is best lol
Trent looked down at Fable as she told him to stay put. "Just hang out here while I look for my friends, okay?" she ordered. The tall demon frowned down at her, obviously not liking the idea of letting her wander into the club alone, but she huffed. "I'll be fine for just an hour or two. Besides, my friends will be there to keep anything bad from happening. I just don't want you scaring them off." He said nothing, but continued to frown. Apparently Fable took that as permission to leave, turning her back on him to go into the club to drink and dance with her friends.
About an hour later, he still hadn't seen or heard from her and was starting to get worried. He'd gotten a fair share of odd looks, and even a few drunken insults thrown his way just for standing stoically outside of the establishment and spooking some club-goers that stumbled out half intoxicated. That didn't bother him. What bothered him was that Fable hadn't checked in with him in all that time and could be in danger. Finally, he decided that his duty to protect her was more important than obeying the order she gave him to stay put.
Turning on his heel, he ducked down to enter the threshold of the club without hitting his head on the door frame and began his search. Despite easily being the tallest person there, he couldn't spot Fable in the sea of people. Resolving to ask for help, he looked down at the nearest person to him and asked over the booming music "Excuse me. Could I get your help? I'm worried about my friend and can't find her."
recent designs and redesigns!
Anonymous asked:
-gives Fable 24 hours of no to low symtoms because I’m also a chronically ill bitch-
"Hallelujah, best day ever!" Fable says, throwing her hands in the air to celebrate.
Fable angel redesign (for my own story) happy with it now!
Are you a good wife?
Disclaimer: the test is based on an outdated 1920's psychological test biased to the times. It's not to be taken seriously and is just for fun.
Arda
Brook-Lynn
Fable
Anonymous asked:
*sends Trent a Rick Roll disguised as a link to an interesting news article*
Fable looks at her messages and sees one with a link addressed to Trent. "Huh. Someone sent you something Trent," she says, handing him her phone. "Just click the link."
Trent takes the phone from her delicately and presses his finger against the underlined text. Having never been Rick Rolled before, as the video starts up, he simply looks at Fable blankly. She's already realized what is happening and begins giggling uncontrollably.
"You've just been Pranked," she informs him, coughing through the giggles.
"It's a prank? But I like it. The song is catchy." He says, looking down at the phone in confusion as Rick Astley dances across the screen.
"You would," Fable shakes her head and takes her phone back. "Silly demon."