#fsmp sherbert

[creature-premium]

Icarus from fable smp stimboard for my boyfriend!!!

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[kaeruutv]

me when im just at vicon i see someone with rlly cool wings then they turn around and its fucking SHERBERTQUAKE??!!??!

they regcognized my Jonathan Sims cosplayyyyyyyyy (dies insidein the best way possible)

[gremlin-cryptid]

CW for mentions of child @bus3! (Fictional)

Chat i just realized this but yk how Rae always seems to try and fix everyone elses problems? What if that is a trauma response from being a kid? And growing up with Fable? Like Icarus already blamed him for "ruining" their family and we know Fable hit him when he called him dad. So what if his desire to help others and seem useful is left over from his childhood?

Also consider: au where Icarus didn't blame Rae but Fable still hates him so Icarus has to protect their little brother from their dad.

Chat im making myself sad when i should be sleeping

[lunar--iris]

okay but hear me out- Rina is a tabaxi because kittyquake....thank you

FOR YOU! All of the Sherbs as dnd classes! :D

[void-king-art]

I have finished it my friends

[sage-is-in-fact-very-tired]

here's your friendly reminder that sage just remembers things and can and will forget that other people don't

[feralwetcat]

Icarus Morningstar is gone, the women may prosper

[venear-tmblr]

i fully support the idea of c!Ven having Ulysses in one hand and Icarus in the other

[d1sc0-1nfern0]

I would like to take a moment to remind the Fable SMP fandom that despite their many many attempts at killing people, Icarus only succeeded twice. And both times their victim was revived in some capacity so it wasn’t even permanent.

So arguably they have never actually succeeded in killing anyone. Despite trying really really hard, dozens of times.

What was that one Centross quote about failure? /j

[autozer0]

Qpr prisons duo is is real guys‼️

[ffruitsalad]

Fable SMP Commission Experience 1/7

Hello friends! This is the first part of a series of posts I will be making about my time making the cutscene for Centross in Fable SMP.

Before I continue, I'll be completely honest. Aside from what I was told by cast members and what I gleaned off the Fable Wiki, I know almost next to nothing about Fable lore. I mostly went off of what made sense in the moment. Just wanted to provide a reason for possible discrepancies seen in the visuals.

With that off my chest, here is the first section, where I go into detail about pre-production!

At the start, I was given a folder with references of the characters involved in the scenes: Icarus, Fable, Rae, and Centross. I was also given a script with dialogue and specific actions the characters would be performing in the scenes.

Most of the references were drawn by cast members such as heyhay, artfulrenegade, and more! These were a big help in figuring out the main costuming of the characters.

Each batch of sketches was sent to and approved by a few cast members before being finalized digitally. For pre-production, I primarily did a bunch of head busts:

For Centross, I wanted to emphasize the jaggedness of his scars and the messiness of his hair. The guy seems like he's gone through a lot! In retrospect, I definitely would've benefited from a scar chart.

For Fable, I wanted to put emphasis on the lines of his face to convey anger and sternness, especially the sneer lines around the nose and crease lines near his eyebrows. Either way, a controlling straight white man in a suit and position of power...truly the greatest evil of them all.

For Icarus, I wanted to make his face a bit more rounded and youthful in comparison to Fable. He takes a more passive role in the cutscene, but he still had to be very reactive! I wanted to make sure his wings and eyes were expressive.

Although Rae was only in the very beginning of the cutscene, I still wanted to honor the presence of the character. I'm still not exactly sure what's happening with the right side of his face in terms of the lore, but I wanted it to be very textured in order to show it was something invasive.

[cycloneofthewild]

Being the goddess of the mind means all your emotions are amplified. The care and patience for her when she runs to you. The anger towards your brother for hurting her. The despair you feel for not being able to love her son because they're his too.

Even though your a goddess you feel hopeless sometimes. You can tell shes still afraid. You often hear your love waking up in the middle of the night from nightmares. You can hear the child your trying so hard to learn how to love crying from the memories of him. You can tell shes hiding something but thats okay, she will tell you eventually right?

As you wait you think over your thoughts. A lot of them have anger attached, anger toward your brother, anger for how he struck down your twin, anger for your love, anger for the child who bears his face but is terrified of him. But theres also love, the love and adoration for her, the love for her son, the child you have learned to adore.

You finally learned what she was hiding, she told you. You're becoming a mother. The very thought is both exhilarating and terrifying to you. If your brother finds out both she and the baby are in danger. It won't be safe for her with you.

Its a hard decision isnt it? Choosing between keeping her close and sending her away. It will have to be her own choice. The thought of her returning to his realm scares you. You fear for her safety and the childrens. He is ruthless and will do anything to achieve his goal.

You asked her. She told you her plan. Soul has promised to keep her and the children safe. She promised to write. And you still have a few weeks. Right? You asked her. She told you that theres maybe a week left until she must leave to be able to get to Souls aid safely.

She left last night. She and the child. The castle feels empty without them here. You know your keeping them both safe. One day you'll be able to see them again. One day you'll be able to meet your child.

A few months have passed. Shes sent you weekly messages. The most recent one wasn't from her. It was from Soul. An additional item was included. A small picture of them all, your love holding your baby son with his older brother peeking over the side of the bed.

Their hair has grown out to its natural brown again. You know how much they hate it. You remember them telling you how it makes them look more like him. You remember the genuine smile when you helped them dye their hair black like yours. You remember the smile across both you and your loves faces the first time they called you mom.

You wrote back as you always do. You thanked Soul for the photo. For the bit of your home. You hold the photo close. You framed it with the pressed orchid she sent in one of the letters. It sits on your bedstand.

She wrote to you again. Shes back in his realm. He attacked Soul. You want so desperately to tell her to come back. To bring both her and your children back to you. But that would put all of them in even more danger. Including your little boy. He just turned 6. She includes little messages from him now. Sometimes you get messages from his brother.

They sent you a letter. He found them. Your little boy saw it. He saw her get taken. By him. Your oldest wrote. They wrote about how scared they are. They're only what 12? 13? They have no clue how to raise their little brother. They beg to come back to you. To take everything and run back to you. But they cant. Because he still doesn't know that your boy is yours.

It pains you as you write back telling them to stay in his realm. You include a list of what you did to help raise them. As much as you want to bring them to you and hide them away from him it would never last. He would find them eventually.

The letters stopped coming. You want to go find them. But theres only one explanation. He found them. You hate the thought but its the only explanation.

You saw them again. Its been so many years since you saw them last. Their eyes are split yellow and purple. The purple one bleeds. You want to pull them close and ask what happened. But they are with a group. Theres a black haired man with them. One who bears her face. Her smile, her fear. Their brother, your son.

They chose to stay to 'save' Netherums child. You wait until their companions fall asleep to enter. They give you a sad smile. You give them an offer. More of a connection to you. You make them promise not to forget their brother. Not to hurt him. They accept. You ask for their name and for his. Shebert they tell you, Sherbert and Rae.

You got to speak to Rae. He didn't recognize you. Hes never met you after all. Not to mention his memory was tampered with. He won't remember you, you knew he wouldn't. You try to be as kind as possible. You remove one of the eyes from the frame. You end the communication.

You cry for the first time in years that night. Your children are reunited but without you.

[lennox0arts]

Icarus laughed as he fell

Credits to fiona for the original poem!

Here is what they don’t tell you:

Icarus knew he was in too deep. They’d said it out loud, leaning against the cave entrance. 

“I’m in too deep now.”

The words left their lips in a shaky whisper that they knew no one would ever hear. They felt so helplessly, utterly alone as they sobbed against the cold rock. The word their friend had once called them circled through their mind.

Failure.

They knew he was right. They’d failed at being a good brother, a good friend, and they’d even failed at being themself.

They knew their back pressed against the same stone wall that had been splattered with the blood of their best friend by the blade of their father. Within the walls of this cavern, the fighting between Centross and their Dad replayed in their head. The purple scythe of the violet reaper turning their father mortal, and sealing their best friend's death wish. The golden sword through his chest. His smile as he faded into the stars, leaving nothing behind but the scythe, the now mortal god, and the son the god had almost killed. 

Icarus laughed as he fell.

They felt their body wrack with cries mixed with confused, hysteric laughter. They felt disconnected from the winged person who stood from the altar staggering towards the fallen god. 

They heard themself screaming, 

“You killed him! You killed David!” Their father simply nodded. Almost as if to suggest it had to be done. As if their best friend had to be killed. Their mind flashed to the memories they’d tried so hard to bury.

Threw his head back and

yelled into the winds,

They were in the obsidian bunker, reaching through the gap of the trap that had opened barely enough for them to see.

“David?!” They smiled madly, their matted hair crusted with crimson. A drop of blood traced it’s way down their cheek bone. 

   “David let me out!” They demanded, their voice was rough and scratchy from hours of yelling. The man looked down at them with cold purple eyes,  smiling at the trapped one like a hunter smiles at an animal caught in their snare.

“Y’know, Sherb,” The cloaked man smirked, “I don’t think I will.”

They felt their heart plop into their stomach as they tasted their lunch on their tongue as it forced its way up their throat.  “David! Let me out!” 

“Sherbert. Here’s what you don’t realize. Once a failure, always a failure.”

“Wha-” Icarus  was cut off by the darkening of the world around them. They felt the pain of landing before they felt the explosion of pain in their head.

arms spread wide,

teeth bared to the world.

And then they were back in the endstone reset, on the destroyed roof of Will’s estate. Their hands shook, rain pelting their face, running down the deep purple inset lines of corruption before dripping off their chin. They flung open their arms and screamed at the heavens,

“Isn’t this enough? I killed her! I did what you wanted!” They were hyperventilating now, their chest pressing uncomfortably against the bow slung around their shoulder. The bow they’d just used to kill their best friend for a goddess that hadn’t spoken to them, or shown that she knew he existed. 

(There is a bitter triumph

in crashing when you should be

soaring.)

They were standing on a trail of “wack.” As they began to take off, the base of their feathers turned into shards of gold that jabbed into their back and shoulder blades, piercing their skin as the feathers and muscles of their wings crystallized into a mess of amethyst and gold. In a moment of silence that most likely only lasted a few seconds, Icarus realized they were on the ground. Mere milliseconds after this thought, the metal that was now their wings shattered into sharp shards, slicing into their skin, logging into their back, digging into the ground.

One word through the pain.

Quixis.

The wax scorched his skin,

ran blazing trails down his back,

his thighs, his ankles, his feet.

They were standing before the lectern at Haley's funeral, watching the explosion of the tree speed towards them. They heard the loud boom and the rattling of their bones. The fire clawed towards them, dragging itself on the ground like a monster lunging towards its prey. The fire nipped at their two-toned jacket, ashes burning their eyes. It caught them up in flames before the world went blank and they heard a page being torn. 

Feathers floated like prayers

past his fingers,

close enough to snatch back.

Snippets of other worlds flew past them, and they caught only a few glimpses. Them trapped in a concrete box trying to save a girl named Charlotte. Them running from a horse sized chicken. Them in front of a screen, talking to words on a box. 

Death breathed burning kisses

against his shoulders,

where the wings joined the harness.

Then they were inside the cave. Watching the fighting once more from their place at the altar. Their chest aching as the skin stretched and rearranged in a glitching mess, each unstable breath more painful than the last. Centross and Fable pushing each other around the cave, each one landing punch after punch. Them, not knowing who to defend.  Seeing their friend fade into the void. Doing nothing to help him.

Yelling.

Sobbing.

Laughter.

Betrayal.

Then, Fable walking towards them, framed by the sunset. 

“I can bring him back.”

The sun painted everything

in shades of gold.

They were back outside the cave. Where they knew they actually were. Curled up into themself. He could get him back. He just needed more power. He was going to kill the primordials and rid the earth of death, or burn the world to shambles if doing so failed. And Icarus, his caged little bird, was going to stand muted at his side in the ashes of a fire they could have put out.

After all,

(There is a certain beauty

in setting the world on fire

and watching from the centre

of the flames.)

[gremlin-cryptid]

Hey Fablesmp tumblr what petnames would Icarus (Helix among us) use for Ven?

[sherbertquake56]

ya know after todays lore I wanna be so clear that

yeah you guys are NOT meant to be siding with Icarus—

I said this on stream once, but the whole bit with c!sherbert is that they keep making the same mistakes in different ways and that was always the plan for the character.

In the first season they’re doing bad things not of their own volition or their knowledge. Corruption just showing their potential of things they could be driven to do.

For second season the do it again on unintentionally. In the highest and most emotional state they are driven to lock Centross in the prison as if it’s a reflex.

And in the third season they make the decision to be that way cause clearly- that’s all they ever do right?

This little guys mental state is just gonna be declining so hard now and you guys get to see exactly how and why!

[void-king-art]

The prison duo angst where the world falls apart from quixis first and nothing can stop it