#fable writes

[triforce-of-mischief]

[a little something i just thought up for a long-forgotten fic idea: the chain can hear the game music irl]

"Everybody shut up so i can hear the music!" Legend said as they filed out of the portal. "I know this one!"

The rest of the Chain were already quiet, in case the music was theirs.

Legend snapped his fingers and tapped his foot to the beat. He hummed along with the music, clearly familiar with the tune. "Um, um, um, it's on the tip of my tongue-"

A villager approached them. "Welcome, travelers! This is Horon Village!"

"I KNEW THAT!" Legend screamed, and sulked as the villager continued their spiel.

#linked universe #lu #lu legend #fable writes

[cannibal-stag]

short snippet from the fic im working on

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Hannibal’s sympathies for dogs had never been particularly strong until he met Will. Perhaps it was only the association between Will and his pack that brought about such emotions, but even so; seeing the animal in the grass, half-dead, elicited a feeling long forgotten in Hannibal’s sternum. It ached and squeezed his innards. The dog’s eyes shined like Will’s. Her cries echoed Mischa’s. In an instant, she was more human than anyone he’d ever killed.

I still dream about Abigail.

Almost anyone, anyway.

#believe it or not this is meant to be a joke fic #fable’s stuff #fable writes #txt #hannibal #hannigram #will graham #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #hannibal fanfiction #fanfic

[fablewritesnonsense]

I FINISHED THE FIRST DRAFT OF MY NOVEL WHOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!

#fable writes #writing #original novel #i have dont this one before and it took me a year and a half #this time like four months #gonna set this aside for a bit and then come back in a bit with a notebook to take notes #cause oh boy yhe inconsistencies

[gay-fae]

(slight warning for some mentions of gore/organs but very very minor)

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“Katya, Katya listen to me, dammit! You know what happens to you if you do this.” Goncharov’s eyes were tethered to Katya’s, never breaking focus, not even to look at the pistol in her shaking grip. “This won’t save Sofia. You don’t understand.”

Katya tightened her already white knuckles around her weapon, only a twitch away from guts on the wall and blood on her hands. “You don’t say a word about her. You leave her out of this, you bastard.”

Goncharov leaned back against the desk, the sharp wooden edge of it pressing into his skin. “Put the gun down, Katya. We can talk about this. Sofia doesn’t have to die.”

“Neither does Andrey.”

The air froze, still as a rock, dead as a fool.

Dead as Goncharov if he made the wrong move.

OR

A slight turn of events from the original plot, where Katya's love for Sofia runs everything into the ground, and Sofia's best kept secret is revealed.

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1.1k words

Teen and Up Audiences

No archive warnings apply

Read tags before reading fic if you worry you may be somewhat sensitive :)

Well, I finished my goncharov fic. I hope you guys like it!!

#goncharov #the gay deceivers #goncharov (1973) #martin scorsese #katya #andrey #goncharov fic #goncharov fanfic #goncharov fanfiction #fable's writing #fable writes #fable's stuff

[queerfables]

I have been thinking about motivation and creativity lately. At some point, I stopped focusing on the process of writing and instead focused on how the final product would be received. This seriously damaged my self confidence and my drive to create, and tanked my attempts to write for publication. It sapped all the joy out of writing for me, and because I became excruciatingly avoidant of writing in nearly all forms, my skills have declined pretty sharply too.

It's infuriating, and there isn't any easy way out of this hole. To even get to the point of being able to write and finish a casual post like this on Tumblr, I've spent weeks journalling privately and self reflecting over exactly how something I've loved my whole life became so agonising for me. This block is sabotaging things that are important to me. I'm losing out on opportunities because I can't commit to them and see them through. I'm cut off from my favourite form of self expression.

I am figuring out how to start over, though. I am working on bringing the stakes waaaay down for myself, and reframing what I hope to get out of my projects. It's helped a lot to read about the problems with social media's commercialisation and refocus on fandom as a community of people exchanging ideas rather than "creators" vs "audience". Also just questioning some of my latent self importance. Do I really think I'm so special that a mediocre piece of writing is unforgivable? My writing isn't so important that I can waste it by not measuring up to my ideals for myself, or throw it away with a project that matters more to me than anyone else.

The more I write, the more I write, and the better I write, and the more fun I have. That's something to remember when I'm struggling to get the words down, and afraid of how other people might see me. For now, then, my goals are healing and relearning how to play as a writer.

Has anyone else dealt with this kind of thing? What have you found helped you?

#writing #writeblr #fable writes

[charlesoberonn]

One quiet day on the farm, the Little Red Hen found some wheat seeds and decided to make bread.

"Who will help me plant these seeds?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Horse "But I'm a workhorse, and I'm too busy moving carts around."

And so the Little Red Hen planted the seeds by herself. And they grew into bountiful golden crops.

"Who will help me harvest the wheat?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Dog "But I'm a guarddog, and I'm too busy keeping away burglars and predators."

And so the Little Red Hen harvested the wheat herself and made it into flour.

"Who will help me bake the flour?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"I would." said the Pig "But I'm a mother of 5 newborn piglets, and I'm too busy taking care of my young."

And so the Little Red Hen baked the bread herself into twenty beautiful loaves.

"Who will help me eat the bread?" the Little Red Hen asked.

"We would." said the Farm Animals. "But we're ashamed, for we didn't do anything to make the bread."

"Nonsense!" said the Little Red Hen. "You, Horse, helped move around the stones that built my oven. You, Dog, kept me safe while I worked. And you, Pig, are raising a new generation of Farm Animals, who will too contribute to our Farm one day. You've all helped me so much by simply being you."

"Besides," the Little Red Hen added. "I couldn't possibly eat all the loaves on my own, most of them would go to waste. Come, eat with me."

And so the Little Red Hen and the Farm Animals ate the bread together. And all saw their own, and each other's, worth.

#writing #charles writes #food #fables #the little red hen #10k #20k

[possessive-crowley-central]

Mannnn I don't wanna go to work tonight, imma spend the time I have trying to write this fic

#fable rambles #fable writes

[mizaruwu]

"Here's the coffee you wanted– ah, guess it was about time you dozed off Mr.- I-don't-need-rest"

#he was going to write a letter to fable that him and the chain are in his era but he fell asleep #coming home after being away for a while makes you feel sleepy doesn't it XD #linked universe #linkeduniverse #lu legend #lu ravio #my art

[citrussnap]

OH MY GOD hey y’all!!! sorry for not posting any art for a whole month I got severely art blocked and shit lmao

ANYWAY here’s some sketches of goth Bigby and Snow!!! I ended up revisiting an old drawing of Bigby last year and I decided to redesign him a little 👍

It was supposed to be just for fun originally, but then it eventually ended up becoming a whole au thing where Bigby has a double life of being the sheriff, but on his off days he is secretly goth and frequents a lot of Fabletown’s goth clubs!

He was introduced to the whole subculture during an investigation in a goth club, after a while he notices the music and the way people were dressed around him and he became really fascinated by all of it, pretty sure you know what happens afterwards lol

Eventually Snow founds out about it and is confused at first but ends up loving the music and also developing the style as well along side Bigby!

(also thanks to my friend @elesketchii for basically helping me out with a lot of the ideas this silly little au idea thing with me, they also contributed by drawing the corporate goth Snow which I also drew myself alongside it :D)

#I WOULD WRITE MORE ABOUT THIS BUT I’M TOO LAZY #the wolf among us #the wolf among us 2 #twau #twau 2 #twau fanart #bigby wolf #twau bigby #snow white #twau snow white #fables comic #fables comics #telltale games #goth #80s goth #my art #digital art #fanart

[triforce-of-mischief]

[@iolitemoth requested 4; “You fell asleep right on my lap. No no no, don’t feel bad. I actually thought it was pretty cute.”]

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There was nothing more perfect in the world than his hero, Ravio thought. He loved his partner's grumpy face, the way his ears flushed red when he was flustered.

But oh, he was an impossible thousand times cuter as a little pink ball of fur on Ravio's lap. Ravio hardly dared to breathe, afraid to ruin the much-needed rest. He could cherish these moments forever, infatuated with the twitches of that little bunny nose, reveling in the warmth and weight of the peaceful form curled up on his lap.

Ravio rested a hand on his back as he stirred, letting him wake to a gentle hand stroking his fur. His partner purred and leaned into the touch before opening his eyes.

"Ravio?!" he squeaked, ears flattening in embarrassment. "What- how did-"

"You fell asleep right on my lap," Ravio chuckled, tsking at him when he chittered anxiously. "No no no, don't feel bad, love. I actually thought it was pretty cute."

"Yeah- well-" Ravio ran a finger over his head, and he couldn't resist bumping his nose into his hand. "Why am a bunny, anyway?"

Ravio giggled, resisting the urge to scoop his partner up for a kiss. "Yes, about that..."

#linked universe #lu #lu legend #lu ravio #legend/ravio #fable writes

[cannibal-stag]

Fable’s Hannibal Fic Masterpost

here, you can find links to all my external hannibal fics. this post will be regularly updated to accommodate new fic uploads. all links to these fics are tagged on my blog as #fable writes

NOTES:

1. my Hannibal Fics on Ao3 are accessible even if you are not logged in. However, the rest of my works are privated from non-registered users, so if you want to read my works in other fandoms, you must be logged in on Ao3!

2. This is a list of only my Ao3 fics. for drabbles posted to tumblr, search the tag “#fable writes” on my blog :)

my ao3

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Ao3 Series & Personal Collection List:

1. Fable’s Unrelated Post-Fall Hannibal Fics (Collection)

a. how could you think, darlin’, i’d scare so easily? (rated Teen, 3k words)

b. skål (rated Teen, 2.5k words)

2. [N/A, to be added]

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Independent (non-series) Hannibal Fics

a. [N/A, to be added]

#fable writes #hannibal #hannigram #nbc hannibal #hannibal nbc #hannibal fanfiction #hannigram fanfiction #will graham #hannibal lecter #hugh dancy #mads mikkelsen #link #fic masterlist #fic masterpost #masterlist #masterpost #fable’s stuff

[fablewritesnonsense]

Nuclear Family

So, a while back I had some thoughts for a future FO4 fic where both parents survived. How it would just be full of drama once they woke up in 2287.

And then this happened today...

So, yeah, that fic's going to enter rotation next week. I'll post more info on it later, but yeah. It's going to be a thing and it's going to be an exercise in me writing just an absurd amount of drama.

#nuclear family au #fallout 4 #fallout 4 fanfic #fable writes #i have too mny brain babies #help

[gay-fae]

wrote a fic; Jack accidentally stumbles upon Hannibal and Will in Norway years after the fall. 2.5k words, summary below cut

Jack glanced down at the drink in his hand, absurdly internally pleading it had been laced with something. But he was barely two sips in, he’d gotten a full night’s sleep, and he was wearing his glasses; there was an utter vacancy of employable excuses, no way to deny that he was seeing Hannibal Lecter and Will Graham sat comfortably at a table at the edge of the room.

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Some five years after the Dragon's theatrical slaughter, Jack Crawford's Northern European vacation is interrupted when he sees two would-be ghosts in a Norwegian pub.

#hannibal #hannibal nbc #nbc hannibal #hannigram #fable writes #fable's stuff

[sherbertquake56]

me, fully aware of the emotional damage this stream would have:

me, fully sobbing at my desk anyway:

fable smp is great guys

#we may write the lore but that don’t stop the pain #fable smp #fsmp #fablesmp

[isasan347]

#linked universe #lu time #lu malon #malink #time x Malon #lu sky #lu sun #zelink #sky x sun #lu legend #lu fable #legend x fable #(warning: angry ranting) #…. #OH MY GOD TUMBLR ISTG #WHY IS THE FIRST TAG WITH *LEGEND X* ALWAYS F*CKING LEGEND X RAVIO #STOP #LITERALLY DONT #EVERYTIME #can I please write legend x without ravio being the first goddamn option #legend x reader at least isnt selfcest

[queerfables]

This came up in my recent discussion with @indigovigilance, but for my own reference, I wanted to make a dedicated post about it.

Fandom speculation in the wake of season 2 has pointed to the themes of deception, sleight of hand and memory tampering to suggest there's an unsolved mystery woven through the season that we can piece together with the right evidence. I think there's a solid case for this, but I also think it's possible we've been deliberately lead into overthinking things.

Crowley and Aziraphale's conversation about Clues-with-a-captial-C is a reference to Terry Pratchett's iconic Discworld detective, Samuel Vimes. Vimes is skeptical about Clues. He considers assembling a singular, intricate explanation that accounts for every available piece of evidence a great way to end up with a theory that is enormously clever and completely off base.

From Feet of Clay:

Samuel Vimes dreamed about Clues. He had a jaundiced view of Clues. He instinctively distrusted them. They got in the way. And he distrusted the kind of person who’d take one look at another man and say in a lordly voice to his companion, “Ah, my dear sir, I can tell you nothing except that he is a left-handed stonemason who has spent some years in the merchant navy and has recently fallen on hard times,” and then unroll a lot of supercilious commentary about calluses and stance and the state of a man’s boots, when exactly the same comments could apply to a man who was wearing his old clothes because he’d been doing a spot of home bricklaying for a new barbecue pit, and had been tattooed once when he was drunk and seventeen and in fact got seasick on a wet pavement. What arrogance! What an insult to the rich and chaotic variety of the human experience!

From the Fifth Elephant:

Mr. Vimes had told him never to get too excited about clues, because clues could lead you a dismal dance. They could become a habit. You ended up finding a wooden leg, a silk slipper and a feather at the scene of a crime and constructing an elegant theory involving a one-legged ballet dancer and a production of Chicken Lake.

Coupled with the conspicuous barrel of red herrings in the opening credits, I have to wonder if the show, while teasing the possibility of a mystery, is explicitly telling us not to look too hard. I'm not ruling out some kind of twist, but I'm inclined to think that for this story, theories are strongest when they rely on only a few pieces of evidence and follow a clear, straightforward narrative. If there is something still hidden in season 2, maybe it's not an elaborate puzzle but a simple misdirect.

#not trying to discourage anyone from coming up with elaborate Chicken Lake theories #and absolutely not promising to stop myself ;) #Just something to think about i guess #good omens #good omens meta #fable talks good omens #i should really reread some of the Vimes books and write a more in depth commentary on this #it's been way too long