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[aosmdelhi]

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[bludsfinest]

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[drharikantkumar]

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[monsterswithimagines]

I love love looooove your POV writing! Do you have any personal headcanons for Bigby Wolf you’d want to share? The wait for season 2 is killing me lol.

Thank you so much! I hope you'll enjoy the entire story 😁 Chapter 3 is out!

The wait is killing me, too. I'm reading all the Fables comics to get through it, but they're honestly not as good as the game (and while I take some inspiration from them for my fic, only TWAU s1 should be seen as canon for AOSM to make sense).

As for headcanons... i only have a few tbat aren't about sex or pregnancy (look i was working on a pregnancy story i gave up on okay)

He may be The Big Bad Wolf, but his father was worse.

His eyes turn yellow when he feels very intense emotions. The emotions don't have to be negative.

He still growls when he's angry even when he's fully in human form.

He bites. Lovebites I mean. During sex but randomly too. He doesn't usually bite hard during everyday situations though.

He has no idea how to flirt.

He's always mildly dirty? Not gross, but never exactly clean. Stains on his shirt kind of stuff.

He automatically smokes less around the person he loves. He wants to be able to smell them better.

You know all those oppertunities you have to give people money in the game? I took them. I feel like he's pretty generous when he sees someone is struggling.

Also i don't care what you say, he killed the crooked man at the end. The crooked man was talking too smooth and bigby knew he would get the fables on his side if given a fair trial so he killed him. I will not play him any other way.

[naturepeinture]

#aosme / #semoa / #mesoa / #asome

[michellenewyork01]

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[kai9media]

A.O.S.M. [AWESOME] - ACTIVISM OF STRIKING MANIFESTIVITY ⛓️🌞! A MOCKUP AI graphic. #mockup #aigraphic #aosm #manifestation (at St. Louis, Missouri) https://www.instagram.com/p/CnRzoc5OhlQ/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[animalinvestigator]

Yaa im like really feeling the name coda. Its cute. I might start goign by it maybe perhaps. Then i can start signing shit with this symbol

[piyangg]

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AOSMS tysm 😫

[rozcdust]

Y/N and Senju are cute and all in aosm,,, but I'm invested in boris cause like

wouldn't boris be the damn thong skeleton Sanzu left in the backseat of her car??? if so,,, then aren't they technically co-parenting (platonically) 🤨

anyways, Sanzu's saying he wants to destroy it now, but we all know he's gonna get high one night and boris will be his damn best friend/favourite child 🤣

~👑J

GOOD, YOU SHOULD BE INVESTED IN BORIS, HE IS THE BESTEST BOY 😤😤😤

and he is the same skeleton! it is kinda a shared custody situation, sanzu actually got it for her as a joke (bc ya know she works with dead people) when bonten first hired her, but she decided she loved him so she kept him 😌

since then, everyone in bonten got progressively more afraid of boris bc y/n has a tendency to just casually pose him to creepily lurk around her lab (imagine exorcist back walk or hanging off the ceiling) bc the guys go in there and fuck up her set up

which also led ran to accidentally lock himself in the morgue freezer once bc he wanted to spook y/n (he was saved and she yelled at him while aggressively piling blankets on top of him)

plus y/n brings him to meetings as her ‘emotional support pet’ and the guys are salty bc she loves the damn skeleton more than them 🤧🤧

and i fully agree with you 😭 sanzu would get high as fuck and spill his guts to boris 😭 who really doesn’t get paid enough for that shit 🤧🤧

[aosmdelhi]

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[gfcheol]

THE MINGYU FIC GOT MY TOES CURLING I'M GOING TO CRI AOSM I CAMT EVEN TYPE OMG ILYSM SJKAJSMS

LMAO i'm so glad you like my filth<333

[monsterswithimagines]

AOSM - Chapter 3

Masterlist

TW: vomit.

Chapter three

I have oddly sharp memories from when I was a baby.

We lived in a different apartment then. The walls were a soft pastel yellow, and the living room rug was baby blue. There was a small balcony off the kitchen, where I took my first steps. I said my first word out there too: light.

Everything from when I was three until I turned fifteen is kind of vague.

That's not to say I don't have any memories of that time at all. Like I said, I remember the sheriff coming to our door when I was eight. I remember field trips and a few school friends. I remember being kicked out of the mundie school I was attending when I was twelve, though I don't remember what I did to warrant that.

It's all more like the knowledge of memories, though. Like a movie someone told you about, so you can describe it without ever having seen it.

I remember my dad leaving. I remember him walking out the door without looking back even once. I remember that very clearly.

I was four.

For all my early childhood memories, I don't remember his name. He was always ‘daddy’ to me. But I have a clear picture of what he looked like: a little taller than my mom, with blue eyes and black hair.

I got my eyes from him. Other than that, I'm the spitting image of my mother, who at three centuries old might as well be my twin sister at this point.

Only in looks, though. I absolutely did not get my personality from her.

She storms into the sheriff's office without knocking. The door slams against the wall, and she immediately smacks her hands against the desktop. Her curly red hair, so similar to mine, looks wilder and somehow more beautiful. It reminds me of a lion.

“Why the hell have you got my daughter in here?!” she screams in the sheriff's face.

He just looks back at her, unimpressed.

“She obviously didn't do anything,” my mother goes on. “She is a child!”

Normally I'd argue with that, but right now, I feel like it's probably in my best interest to keep quiet and pretend she's right. I've been in this office for hours, answering the same few questions - asked in different ways - over and over. No, I don't know where the knife went. Yes, I'm sure I saw it there. No, I didn't see who was running away. No, I did not make that up.

“Wicked,” the sheriff begins.

My mother cuts him off. “It's Ruby.”

“Ruby,” he says. “Right now, your daughter is my only witness to Rose Red's murder. What do you think Snow White will say if I let her leave without getting every possible detail?”

“You should have called me,” my mother snaps.

“She told me not to,” he answers, raising an eyebrow. “Which makes me wonder how you even knew she was here.”

My mother shoots me a we'll-talk-about-this-later look, and then glares at the sheriff again.

“Oh, it is all over town. Gossip spreads like wildfire, sheriff. Faster, even. You should know that.”

“I know it.”

“We're leaving,” my mother announces, turning to the door.

The sheriff doesn't disagree with her, but he's staring at me. A muscle twitches in his jaw. I stand and quickly follow after my mom. When I look back, his hands are clenched around the edges of the desk.

Mom says nothing as she stalks through the hallways of the Woodlands, so I stay quiet, too. Her hands are balled into fists at her sides.

Another way that we're different: when I look angry, nobody takes me seriously. When my mother looks angry, you better get the fuck out of her way.

She doesn't start talking until we're driving, too fast, back home.

“Next time,” she tells me, sounding eerily calm. “If you get arrested, you call me.”

“I don't think I was under arrest,” I murmur.

“Are you kidding?!” my mother explodes. “You were in the sheriff's office, Abby! You were alone with the Big Bad Wolf! That's as good as being arrested! Hell, that's as good as dead.”

I don't answer, because I don't agree. Sure, the sheriff asked me a whole lot of questions, none of which were pleasant, but he was cordial. He didn’t get angry. I didn't get the sense even once that he wanted to hurt me.

My mother scoffs, as if she can see my thoughts on my face.

“You don't know, Abigail. You don't know. People who do bad things die. And sometimes people who don't do bad things die, too, just because the sheriff thinks they did them. There's supposed to be fair trials in this town, but that beast rarely waits for them.”

I've heard stories like that before. Bigby Wolf doesn't have a particularly good reputation. I've never heard my mother say anything negative about him, though. Not one word. Until today.

We arrive back at the brownstone where we live. There's two apartments in it, one on the first floor, and one on the second. We live on the second floor. My mother stalks up the stairs ahead of me, but I stay behind to wave at the little girl peeking out of her front door downstairs. She smiles, then ducks back inside.

It's early morning. I decide to go to bed, but then I can't sleep. Every time I close my eyes, I see the body again. The blood. The knife.

Where did that knife go? Did the murderer come back to take it while I went inside to call the sheriff? But then why even run off without it? They couldn't have known I was coming. The wind was so loud that I didn't even hear a murder taking place around the corner. My footsteps would not have been audible.

Unless the killer had advanced hearing, which still leaves about two-thirds of Fabletown.

I toss and turn. After about an hour, I give up and decide to take a shower.

It's Sunday, anyway. My day off. I don't need to get any sleep before my shift.

The hot water relaxes me a little. I stand beneath the spray for way too long before I start going through the motions of washing myself. When I finally get out, my pale skin has gone red.

Breakfast. I pour myself some cereal and sit at the kitchen table in my bathrobe, eating slowly. Then, I light a cigarette and sit there, smoking it to the filter. The apartment is too quiet. I think my mom must have left.

I'm all nervous energy. My foot taps, and my fingers drum against the table. The grandfather clock in the living room ticks, which pisses me the fuck off.

When I stand up, my chair screeches across the linoleum. I storm into my room and pull on the first clean clothes I can find. Then I pull on my beaten Reeboks - I don't want to wear my nicer shoes, which are still bloody - and leave.

It's cold out, and I didn't bring a jacket. I don't even know where it is. I must have left it at the sheriff's office. I keep warm by walking fast, though. I'm not sure where I'm going, just that I have to keep moving, or I'll go insane.

The knife the knife the knife.

I keep coming back to that damn knife. I saw it, clear as day. Clearer, I think, than anything else I saw last night. So where is it?

Blood on my hands blood on my shoes blood on my tongue-

I stop.

Wait. What?

I try to hold on to the sensation I just remembered, but it's long gone. Only the feeling of my stomach doing flips is left behind.

I dart into an alley to be sick, holding my own hair back. My vomit looks like badly chewed cereal and milk, but it tastes metallic.

Like blood.

[naturepeinture]

#tnhora ?? #dabsia ??? #nihil #mesoa / #semoa / #aosme #asome

[mrsreinhart]

Have u read aosm?

I don’t know what that is so I’m going to go with no