I Gave An Answer Despite Being A Fan Of The Show And I Don’t Know Why But I Feel Really Weird About

Cheeky drawing of the Ineffable baby

I cannot fathom how much I love Muriel.🥰🥰

I don’t know if I’m gonna try and make it a full picture but their ok for now

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.

I'M DOING AN EXPERIMENT

To prove something to a friend, please

REBLOG IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

LIKE IF YOU THINK ASEXUALS DON’T BELONG IN LGBTQ+ SPACES

Here here

Her Sweet Kiss wasn't written by Jaskier, its written by Reaver and its about Sparrow.

WOOF WOOF WOOF

mix-up at the evil goth laundromat!

So Walter and I are on our way to the mourningwood fort and we’re fighting hobbes and Walter goes “smart enough to use magic but not smart enough to wear their pants the right way round, how do you explain that?” And instinctively I said “Easy, Ben Finn.”

The first one caught me of guard😂

#world’s gayest detective

“I am a serious professional artist” I whisper to no one as a draw this.

Yes this is based off of that meme

Name a better light skin stare than this. I dare you

Maximum rizz

Hammer: “Aw, you can’t sleep? I’ll sing you a lullaby!”

Reaver: “Oh, that’s very kind of you!”

Hammer: *sings Down By the Reeds*

Reaver: : )