#i love fable smp far too much

[midnight-sun08]

so icarus got a tattoo

i feel like this was just meant to be fun little lore but before the cmv, but my brain is ignoring that. they got a bird tattoo and let centross draw it. and i love that. they’ve now got a constant reminder of who they are, who they chose to be. even if quixis does change it, they’ll still always remember that they have something that is their choice. and i love that for them.

[indigo-creates-chaos]

Guys, the how far we've come cmv has me sobbing. I didn't realize just how much I miss fable until literally right now. I love all the characters so much and I'm glad that they're all happy and safe but oh boy I sure miss the angst and the happy times... Fable smp really was wonderful and it's still an amazing community to interact with. Idk lol just some emotional rambling.

Also, for the record, I haven't fully watched the in character stream heyhay and art did yet bc it was too long at the time but like Veah having a cow phase is so fun to me ^^

Thanks for reading!

[iforgotwhaticalledthis]

Whats your favorite fable stream so far?

I think, out of the ones ive watched live, probably the one where vexed!Ari went to rae then got accidentally mind controlled. its not like too important/big of a stream but it was one of the first i watched live/was the most active in, and i was able ot make an edit right after- it really made me look at the fandom differently, and how, as someone in a practically opposite timezone, where i can never catch a stream unless im on holiday, that theres just a different fandom experience that i cant really take part in.(also i was watching becks pov, and i really prefer watching ther lives, the chats energy is nice- not that the others arent, but beck is always my default for watching something live)

Out of all the streams, my favourite is definetly the recent one where we found out about aax/perseus, because it was so cool seeing all these bits of information we had been fed finally make this bigger picture, i was blown away by how much supposedly inconsequential details had been leading up to this, and it was just!!AHHHH!! it really shows how much effort and love has been put into this smp and we're finally getting our reveals

[mustbemosstaken]

I don’t know if this is an unpopular opinion in the Fable fandom but like… Wolftross never struck me as a particularly “wholesome” relationship.

I see so often comments along the lines of “Omg Wolftross is so cute and soft and wholesome” and all I can think is like,,, broski those are two war-torn men that are so utterly traumatised and broken into so many pieces that the only way they can feel somewhat whole in their existence is being together to disguise the feeling of worthlessness and self-loathing that comes with their guilt—

Like don’t get me wrong, I love them so much narratively and it’s compelling as fuck, but their relationship is far more tragic than wholesome to me. They have cute moments yeah, and I’m not saying the relationship can’t be soft, but they’re not really like,,, uwu beans or anything, I guess.

The various romantic relationships within the Fable SMP are all super interesting to me in the way their structured, and I just always felt like if anything Wolftross was the least “wholesome” of them. It’s a story of love in defiance of the past, which I feel like leaves the potential for a slightly “rougher” (for lack of a better term) exploration of love and self discovery/development in the wider story for those two characters.

I don’t know, I don’t want to insult people’s interpretations of the relationship, and maybe the intention from Centross and ArtfulRenegade is to make the relationship wholesome. I think it’s totally valid to see Wolftross in a more cute/soft light if that’s what you want out of the story, and it’s great that people can find different interpretations in the story, it really speaks to the talent of the creators involved. There’s definitely (or at least hopefully) nothing malicious within the fandom in terms of like, trying to make the gay relationship more romanticised or palatable or anything which is a relief, I just think it’s interesting to see so much of the complexity within their relationship brushed aside for a “wholesome” angle when the rougher foundation of their relationship was what fuels so much of the narrative weight of their interactions in my opinion.

I don’t know, maybe this doesn’t make any sense at all and it’s just incoherent rambling because its 5am. Maybe I think too much about the fictional relationships between the dumb little block men. Who knows, that’s just my late night (or early morning) thoughts.

But like if people want more semi-hot fandom takes on Fable SMP relationships, I sure do have a whole bunch so maybe I’ll post more here, who knows

[translunaryanimus]

The Fable of The Lonely King

-A @halfstack-smp story-

CW: Death, Vaguely worded descriptions of depressive spirals and grieving, Victim Blaming

Long ago, just after the Bastions collapsed, an Enderwalker warrior returned from a war, shaken and stiff. He had lost his Dearest friend to the illnesses of the Nether and fought until his body gave out on him. Despite all he had seen, he was welcomed once again with open arms and celebration to the kingdom he had left.

But he could not enjoy them. For how could a grieving man enjoy the opposite of his sorrow when he was so buried in it?

"Endiemon!" Their companions called, "Join us and celebrate the return of our soldiers!"

But Endiemon did not join. He sat, lonely and sad, diving into the memory of his Dearest friend. How could everyone celebrate when he had lost someone so dear to him? How could they be happy when he was not? How could they not notice how upset he was?

And through all the celebration, and over the many prosperous generations to come, Endiemon became bitter and cold. If he could not have what he had lost, then they could not have their new kingdom. Why should they get to move on? Why should they be allowed to grow when so much had been lost.

And so Endiemon continued to grow bitter and hateful towards the people of his home kingdom, unable to think about anything but what he had had before, and nothing about what the future had in store for him.

Endiemon began to hate life itself.

Despite the hundreds of years passing, the thought of their dear friend continued to weigh on Endiemon, deeper and deeper, until he was fully consumed by grief.

And in his grief, Endiemon slipped.

One night, while the king was asleep, Endiemon crept into his bedchamber and threw him from the window, ensuring his demise. The king had not noticed he had been attacked until he was already in the air, falling to his death.

With the king gone, Endiemon stole his robes, dressing himself up in his place and placing the far too small crown atop his hornless head.

And that is how the citizens found him in the morning.

"What happened to our king?" They asked.

"He slipped and fell from the window, I tried to save him." Endiemon lied. "He shouted that I was to take his place as he fell"

And so the populous buried their king.

And the kingdom mourned.

And Endiemon sat on the throne, the new and ever lonely king.

And yet, the sadness soon lifted, but Endiemon was still sad. He could not be happy, for he had lost more than the kingdom ever had.

They should not be allowed to be happy, Endiemon decided, and so once again they grew bitter and cold, pushing away all that drew near to them.

And the colder and colder Endiemon grew, the more his kingdom began to hate and fear him, and the more and more began to leave.

Finally, it was just Endiemon and one more citizen.

The young Qilin, thick hair tied back, approached the ever lonely king. In one hand she held a sword and the other, a single cornflower, and her face was set in a strong but confident frown.

And she spoke.

"King Endiemon, why do you drive all of us away? You cannot mourn forever."

"I can mourn for as long as I wish!" Endiemon snapped, getting to his feet. The Lonely King towered over the young Qilin, clawed hands outstretched in front of him, grasping towards her form for something longer past. "You will never understand what it feels like to lose all that you had! There is no forgetting what happened, why do you all move from it so quickly?"

"Because Life is beautiful and the Universe holds untold stories for our futures." The young Qilin responded, for she was wise beyond her few years and loved the universe as it loved her.

"The universe does not love me any longer" Endiemon spat, drawing his own axe from its sheath. "So I cannot love it. I cannot love something that hates me so much as to destroy my Dearest friend. I cannot love something that has made me so sad for all these years."

"Then you cannot love yourself." The young Qilin steadied her sword. "You looked too far into the past and have forgotten your future."

"I HAVE no future!" The Lonely King hissed, swinging his axe in wide arcs at the young Qilin, but she stood firm, hopping nimbly over each blow.

And when The Lonely King raised his arms to strike down on the young Qilin, her sword struck through his chest, causing him a moments pause.

"You only have no future because you couldn't bring yourself to see it." She said, bringing The Lonely King to his knees as he slowly began to perish.

"You were too focused on all that you had lost that you could not see how bright your future was. And now you will forever be known as Endiemon, The Lonely King."

With a final hiss, The Lonely King Endiemon spat on the floor of the castle, cursing it with his dying breath to crumble along with him so that he would be lonely forever.

And so it did. The young Qilin buried The Ever Lonely King in a bed of cornflowers, laying her last gift to him atop where he lay.

And the kingdom crumbled around him as he lay.

So do not covet what you lost in the past like The Lonely King, for you will forget what lies in the future, and fall out of love with life. And there is no greater sadness than the sadness of one who has fallen out of love with the universe itself.