#The Sphinx Fablehaven

[chameleon8]

Fablehaven AU where they live at the Living Mirage instead

ideas for it: - Instead of hugo they use stingbulbs to help them get their chores done - Most of the chores include tending to the trees and other exotic plants, but Grandpa Sorenson won’t let them near the super dangerous ones - Seth likes to venture out to see the Rocs, despite his grandfather’s warning - He also (secretly) visits the dungeon. First time he went he he found the rec room, and beat the highscore on all the pinball machines - when he went back he had found that someone had beaten all his scores - The Sphinx guards fablehaven instead, and a lot of the creatures there might work for him - I don’t know if they would swap the artifacts, or if Grandpa Sorenson is some immortal guy who may or may not be trying to open a demon prison - If Grandpa Sorenson is evil, then instead of journeying to the other artifacts to protect them, Kendra and Seth would unknowingly be trying to open the demon prison - or maybe they do know, and think that their Grandpa’s cause is plausible until The Sphinx or Vanessa or Bracken or someone convinces them - Vanessa would still work for the Sphinx. Bracken is in Stan’s basemen- I mean dungeon

[fangsinmypants]

Objective (lie) fablehaven mpreg tier list

It's a joke btw if you couldn't tell (bracken is our lord and savior mpreg yaoi king tho)

[carolinelikesdinner]

The Sphinx. Shockingly I think this might actually be the first time I've drawn him

[shiara-of-fablehaven]

Seth: Hey, can I ask you for some advice?

The Sphinx: I'm surprised you came to me after everything. But I am the only other known shadow charmer, so I suppose there aren't a lot of options.

Seth: It's actually about your time management skills. How'd you do it all? Run Living Mirage, the Society of the Evening Star, the Knights of the Dawn, advise everyone, and figure out how to unlock Zzyzx? I never have enough time in the day and I only have half as much to do!

[freg-freg]

Re-reading the part in the book where Gavin / Navarog tries to dissuade Kenda from going up the vaults at lost mesa is kinda ominous in hindsite.

A bit earlier in the story, Vanessa says this when she got let out of the quiet box the first time - “Let me guess. Kendra is no longer here, and some disaster is transpiring at Fablehaven.” . The shadow plague is the Sphinx's way of getting rid of Fablehaven, and the mission is how he plans to get control of Kendra.

Gavin's concern for Kendra also serves this purpose, to keep her safe from harm. However, do you think that the others would have come back from the vaults Kendra didn't come along? Like the Sphinx wanted Lost Mesa to fall after they got the artifact, why not have all the team (including Warren who was preventing the Sphinx from isolating Kendra) tragically pass in a "dragon attack" after taking the item, Gavin breaks Charlie out of the vaults to overthrow the preserve and "rescues" Kendra. But by the time she gets back Fablehaven has tragically fallen, Warren is gone, it's obviously not safe for her to go back to her parents because the evening star is out to get her. She has no one except the Sphinx and Gavin and would probably be reeling from the complete destruction of her life.

The evidence is gone, the neighbourhood has been burnt down, The Sphinx had gotten what he wanted, and the group of people who suspected he was a traitor are out of the picture. It's a pretty neat end to a messy situation isn't it?

[fly-lumiere]

And this one is for the Real ones TM the Sphinx stans out there, love you girlys mwah happy christmas yall

[candlemouse]

I posted a new fic that explores Marla and Scott Sorenson’s experience from losing their daughter, being kidnapped, forcibly educated about magic, and finally reuniting with their family.

It will be three chapters and end up about 10k words.

It’s been really fun to write!

Here is an excerpt:

Silence filled the house. The TV sat dormant, pots and pans did not clang, and there was no bickering over the remote. Just Marla alone on the couch.

The peace and quiet she had always prayed for.

It was 6 o’clock on a Sunday. Normally, dinner would be takeout from the steakhouse downtown as Marla had always maintained that a day of rest meant no cooking. She would force the kids to eat dinner at the table, and Kendra would stress out about an assignment she had due the next day while Seth flung peas at her. Inevitably, someone would yell and the other would storm out of the room.

Marla would be pulling her hair out trying to get them to settle down and wishing that, for just once, their house could be peaceful and quiet and not full of bickering and loud noises.

She had gotten her wish.

Her house was silent.

It only took burying her baby girl under six feet of muddy dirt, and shipping her son off to her in-laws.

Great. Amazing. This was exactly what she had prayed for.

No tears fell. She just stared at the floor.

Scott was somewhere. She didn’t know. Probably grief counseling or the grocery store. Either way, Marla couldn’t seem to care enough to remember.

She was a passive participant in life at the moment. It was better that way. If she had to go back in the stream of things—back to “normal”—she’d have to have quiet Sunday dinners.

No, it was better when nothing happened at all.

The train horn interrupted her line of thoughts. It was a faithful thing that she disliked. It came every night at eleven pm. She could never get to sleep when she wanted because the blasted horn would wake her up.

While in some crevice of Marla’s brain, she registered the oddness of Scott staying out past eleven, she couldn’t stop the onslaught of grief that prevented her from thinking about anything but her baby girl. It wouldn’t be right to go about her day without Kendra on her mind. To Marla, that was the final goodbye she dreaded. The point when she forgot about her baby girl.

Ironically, the funeral had offered the briefest reprieve in her thoughts as she had to sort money around and calculate coffin costs—monotonous, mindless things.

But, the funeral had already occurred a few days ago. Well, at least Marla thought it was a few days ago. Not much recently had been cataloged in her memory.

All she knew was that there was a new headstone in the cemetery and that her baby girl was under it.

Parents weren’t supposed to grieve for their kids. That wasn’t the deal Marla had made with God when she conceived.

Motherhood was supposed to be the most amazing thing in the world. God-given. And it was, at times. But, this was never supposed to be part of it.

Why did God take her baby girl?

The priest had tried to explain to her. Euphemisms ran into mantras ran into the most meaningless crap she’d ever heard.

Their family went to church every Sunday. They praised God. They said grace before every meal. Marla had sat on her knees every night like a good girl and prayed for her family.

Her baby girl taken from her. Who did it?

The private detective didn’t know. She didn’t know. Her son didn’t know. The coroner had sent a report with confusing details, but then the next day, sent a clean bill of death.

A stroke.

Marla guessed that was it. A stroke of luck. Something no one could predict but God. Bad karma.

Scott tried to pull her to the grief-counseling meetings. It didn’t work. She didn’t want to feel these feelings and live with them. She wanted them gone!

She wanted Kendra back. She wanted her children.

Pain constricted her chest and she couldn’t breathe anymore.

It was like this now. She got sudden pains and constrictions she had used to associate with sadness and anger, but she no longer felt those feelings.

It was all nothing.

There was a knock at the door.

How late was it? Eleven? Well, who cared. Time didn’t matter anymore.

Obligated, Marla approached and peeked through the peep-hole.

There was a skinny looking man holding tupperware. He looked around and then knocked again.

Oh, well. As Marla sighed and opened the door, she was faintly aware of the consternation she would have had a week ago if she had answered the door with unwashed hair, pajamas, and days-old makeup. She couldn’t imagine ever thinking those thoughts again.

“What do you want?”

The man smiled understandingly at her and held out his container. “I’m sorry for your loss. Kendra was an amazing student. I brought a home-cooked meal for you and your husband.”

Marla squinted at him. He must’ve been one of Kendra’s teachers, but she didn’t recognize him. But, that didn’t mean much. Kendra had had six teachers. This could be the one Marla could never remember the name of.

She took the Tupperware and nodded her head in thanks. It was the most she could do, because she didn’t want to talk to him at all.

“Have a good night. If you need anything, I can have the school organize a drive.”

“That’s alright. Take care.”

Marla closed the door and opened the container. It smelled good.

A week ago, if Marla had suddenly received an influx of meals from the community, she would have kept meticulous count and ate them in the order she had received them as to avoid spoilage.

But, Marla was different now so she slid down the door frame to a seated position and used her hands to eat the chicken wings.

As she tore off the skin with her teeth, she tried to place the flavor. She liked Buffalo, but this wasn’t that. It wasn’t bad, it was just different.

Before she began eating, she hadn’t realized how hungry she was. It made sense, though. She hadn’t eaten since she had woken up, and that had been a long time ago.

Her original intention to share with her husband faded as she finished the last of the wings. Her fingers were sticky and she simply licked the sauce off, another thing she would never have done a week ago.

As she set the container aside, she resumed her meaningless staring. Exhaustion began to tug at her eyelids, and she had no will to deny it. She slumped against the wall and closed her eyes.

There was a knock at the door and then another, but by then, she was too tired to move. And by the time the door opened and the skinny man stepped in, Marla was gone to the world.

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[zzyzxtourguide]

“We’ll make the Sphinx a guardian of the demon prison so he has to die if it’s ever to be opened again”

No. Wrong. Put him in a quiet box or whatever happened to Seth that one time where he could feel nothing

It’s the closest he’ll get to dying without the comfort of knowing it will end.

[daisywords]

Also I love the beginning of the fourth book for many many reasons but one of them is the whole kidnapping situation where Kendra really gets to shine. Like you might think that she's just your average blank protagonist, but put her in a room with Torina Barker and you'll realize that her main character trait is actually sassy. And she's been this way all along

[blep-23]

OH, THE OLD MAN HAS JOKES!

Very funny, please ignore my deadpanned expression and sarcastic voice.

[penelope-and-the-suitors]

Dragonwatch would have been greatly improved if the plot was just Bracken and Vanessa becoming friends despite their species hatred for one another and Vanessa becomes immortal so that she can keep the Sphinx in check and Bracken and Vanessa can just take the piss out of the Sphinx forever.

[mercutiotakethewheel]

Chapter 12: How Nice of You to Stop By

T | Fablehaven | Navarog & Torina & Mirav | Navarog/Kendra | The Sphinx/Mr. Lich | Ch 12/15 | Minor Character Death

Fic Summary: I give you Fablehaven: Book Five (and the end of Book Four), in which most everything's the same except that Navarog lives to be annoying in the background and make a whole lot of trouble.

Chapter Summary: Navarog returns to the Living Mirage in triumph. Once there, however, he is greeted by what others might see as less than triumphant circumstances. He maintains a positive outlook, though, being himself a relentlessly positive guy.

[fangsinmypants]

GUYGUYGUYS

Hear me out on Sphinx x Bracken. It could be such a good enemies to lovers, i actually can't 😭😭😭 if someone writes anything about it I'll actually fall to my knees and praise the fairy queen for you. Slash srs.

[thinklikeseth]

Can we talk about how the Sphinx is probably planning something huge after that total blow of the letting-the-demons-free thing that he dedicated his centuries (if not more) life to and not accomplishing much (though he did do some things) during the dragon war?