I’m Very Afraid Of The Person I Am Going To Become In Summer 2023. Not Only Are We Getting Season 2

The first one caught me of guard😂

#world’s gayest detective

Hey you with the pretty face

Welcome to the human race!

Stephen Fry wasn’t only the perfect choice for Reaver because of his silky smooth voice❤️🖤

Try and tell me Reaver wouldn’t say this

heyyy reaver fans 😁😁😁😁 this is based off of a reference I saw on pinterest like forever ago and thought omg reaver no way .. and then I started this and abandoned it for like forever. but I finally went back to it and finished it this weekend!!! it kind of reminds me of a painting he would have in his mansion a little bit. I think I didn't draw him ugly enough reaver is uglier than this. also please don't look at the flowers and candles that is NOT the focus

Sparrow and Reaver in the escape tunnel:

Reaver: *standing still*

Sparrow: *actually moving

Reaver: “keep moving, would you?

Sparrow:

These came to me in a fever induced dream

On the Dock

Fable 2 one shot

This is technically the prologue for a bigger fanfic that I’m in the process of writing but knowing me that’ll take forever so I’m posting it here as a one shot. This is basically a look at Sparrows mental state directly after the spire, that moment always felt weird playing it so here’s what it was like for Sparrow to live it.

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She didn’t move. The wooden dock creaked under her feet, the gentle waves wrapping around the beams securing its place. The wind pushed past her gently, so gently that her hair, her clothes, nothing moved. She didn’t move. The sounds of trees and the hustle and bustle of oakfield met her ears and she heard them but she hadn’t heard them, in that moment she was without senses, she took in no sound, she noticed nothing about her surroundings , she didn’t feel the wind sting her just as she didn’t feel the gun still in her hand. Warm. She didn’t move. She was separated from that moment, she was nowhere at all, her body stood on that dock but her mind was transfixed on the spire, away from it but staring. Staring.

There was a sense of injustice. Injustice at the fact it was over so quickly. Her whole life she had spent preparing for one moment, 20 years full of sacrifice after sacrifice all leading her to that moment. 20 years of purpose against a lifetime of nothing. It was over. Her vengeance gave her a reason, a reason to keep fighting not just for herself but for the world, for Albion, for Rose, and now she had nothing but a feeling of emptiness and a statue with her name. How could she live a normal life without that goal? How could she live knowing she filled no purpose? For the first time in a very long time she felt utterly alone.

Her faithful friend was taken from after her. Her companions had vanished one by one in front of her, leaving her behind, living their lives. One by one, her only comfort through it all, some more than others, some for more selfish reasons, had gone. Her quest was done, her half cocked mission was completed and all that was left was this intolerable nothing.

Why?

She blinked at the spire, her mind returning to that moment, the dock creaking beneath her feet, the gentle waves beneath it, the wind pushing past her short hair, and the sounds. She noticed it all. She clenched the gun in her hand and moved her gaze from the spire.

She didn’t move.

12 Days of Incorrect Fable Christmas Quotes 2024 - Day 10

Reaver: “Oh, look we're under a mistletoe.”

Sparrow, looking up and frowning: “Are you going senile in your old age? That’s not mistletoe.”

Reaver, rolling his eyes: “Silly me, I must’ve made a mistake.”

(Later that night)

Sparrow, jerking awake: “Oh Avo, he was flirting with me! Oh Avo, the mistake was flirting with me!”

You don’t know true peace until you’ve sat up until 3 am at night trying to figure out if a character is gay or not, and you’re just sitting there like:

Damn even the Gnomes want Reaver! HE IS TOO POWERFUL!

Tell me what you know you fucking gnome...