#twau jack

[therealjuiceboxbird]

Okay I gave up on this a bit. Clever and funny caption alluding to something homosexual

[ilkabasilisk]

me when forgotten fandom

[3rr0rs-401]

No one should ever compare Bigby to that thing

[yellowsugarwords]

Hey, how are you today? I hope you are having a good day! I just found your blog and love it to bits. So can you do something, where some of the fables realize that Bigby isn't that bad anymore. And giving him more shit then he should get. Or that he has way better control over his wolf then anyone realize. Thanks! I hope you have a great day! 💜

oooo this is gonna be FUN I hope you enjoy this buddy :)

The Crooked Man had been gone for a year.

The anniversary came and went silently.

And Fabletown remained silent.

For a variety of reasons.

Since his banishment, tensions had been low.

Fabletown had slowly been getting back on its feet.

Crane resigned.

Snow had taken over his position.

While Bigby remained in his same position.

But a different man.

“Morning Snow,”

Every day, like clockwork, he would call out to her when he arrived.

As she was already at her desk.

Already with a cup of coffee.

“Your cup is ready.”

“Thank God.”

Their exchange was the same every day.

As Bigby wandered into her office, she passed him his mug.

She always made coffee for the both of them.

And Bigby always gave her that sweet, thankful smile.

He’d become a lot quieter over the past year.

Calmer.

More patient.

With the Crooked Man out of the way, he had way less on his plate.

Life was more manageable.

And Fabletown noticed too.

“Hey Bigby. The usual?”

“You know it.”

Holly smirked, sliding Bigby his beer.

“Good, because I already had it poured.”

Bigby smirked.

Tossing the same few dollars he always did in the top jar.

“God bless ya, Holly.”

And he meant that.

And genuinely, Holly knew he did.

That was why she enjoyed having him in her bar.

Those days she did, at least.

The past had been another story.

Jack and Grendel would always sit to Bigby’s left.

Shooting the shit.

Teasing him.

Digging for work details.

(Even though they knew he wouldn’t give).

And as Fabletown noticed, their demeanour changed.

The exact level of Bigby’s workload had come to light.

How hard he’d worked to catch the Crooked Man.

How much he worked in an average week because of his chaos.

How much calmer he was.

How much work he seemed to get done.

Maybe they’d been wrong about him.

Maybe he was only ever trying to help.

He just struggled to express it.

And he was too overworked to care to explain.

When he walked down the street, people would smile.

Shyly, but they still would.

And over time, they’d wave.

And say hello.

And ask how he was.

And Bigby began to wonder if this was what being a real person felt like.

And it broke Snow’s heart that he learned that so late.

[swan-of-fabletown]

Keira out of the cell as Bigby continue talking to Jack. Bigby: Cool your heels for a while Jack, we pick this up later Jack: What! Are you kidding me?

Bigby: I expect a sunny disposition when we get back Jack: Wait a minute, Bigby Bigby leaves and shuts the door, leaving Jack at the cell, Jack:Bigby!

[therealjuiceboxbird]

THE WEST AMONG US!!!!!!!

Nothing crazy about this AU the story of TWAU translates pretty perfectly into a western setting tbh. The only major difference id say is instead of Fabletown being located around Bullfinch street in Manhatten it’s now its own small town out in Texas. They still get mundies passing through so Snow still pushes for glamours but since they’re in such an isolated location Bigby isn’t really that fussed about enforcing it so long as the Fables stay out of trouble

[therealjuiceboxbird]

Is this yr fucked up idea of foreplay Wolfie

there’s an alt version of this drawing where they’re both. Well. Heh. Let’s just say. Heh. Boner

[therealjuiceboxbird]

Today I’m giving you all the keys to my city as an apology for a lack of art posts. The vulnerability of sharing these playlists is akin to me stripping naked before you all and baring my soul. There’s a secret 5th Jackby one but that’s between me, god and mindless self indulgence