#logan of albion

[thisisntreaver]

Thinking once more about the chain of events of fable and how if William had been able to destroy his mask Jack wouldn't have attacked Oakvale and the hero of oakvale and Theresa could have had normal lives. Theresa never would have butted in Lucien could have had a chance to grieve healthily and he wouldn't have killed Rose and Sparrow wouldn't have spent their entire early life on a quest for vengeance that wouldn't sooth the hurt. The darkness would never have entered Albion and Logan and the HOBW would never be pit against each other. And if none of that had happened Gabriel would have just been able to live his life.

Which is a really long winded way to say this is all Jack fault

[hnnny]

Tagged by @kirnet to share some recent WIPs which I have plenty of right now! TBH I have a huge backlog of art, so I’ll have to sit down and put it all together to share at some point. For now, take what I’m currently working on :)

The top 2 are from a series of portraits I want to do for some of my Fable characters, and the other is for an original project I’m working on (which I cant show everything for that, but I have a lot of art dedicated to it so far. I think I finally have a name for it though so I’ll start tagging it as such)

[quantum27]

its probably because it's late but tell me why I almost cried that sparrow, who grew up in poverty, as monarch founded a school ????

[justdealingwithsomeissues]

The shit absolutely hits the fan here...

[vivalavillain]

💕

{Honestly surprise me, LOL. I wanted to do this because I was curious!}

{Technically for your @japporsnippets}

How the once-King of Albion had managed to find himself in a galaxy far, far away was still a mystery, even months after he'd arrived on a small blue planet in the Chommell sector. He'd recovered most of his memories of his time before, of a world threatened by an invading Darkness he had once tried his best to stop. The memories had surfaced over time, the amnesia most likely a result of whatever accident had ripped him across time and space. He still had fragmented memories of an expedition south to Aurora-- back to the place where his horror had all began-- as he searched for the breach in the world where the Court of Shadows had pierced the veil between theirs and his. He remembered screaming-- though not whether it had been his own voice-- blackness and then a brief moment of clarity as a foreign blue sky came into view for all of many two and a half seconds before he'd passed out.

When he came to, he was in a medicine house, being cared for by healers. He'd had no memory of who he was or how he'd gotten there and he matched no records of a missing person anywhere on the planet. He was treated, at first, with no small amount of suspicion as tensions had been high since the crowning of the new Queen and the Separatist movements. He could have been, for all they knew, a very crafty spy or assassin and, for all he knew, they could have been right.

As time passed and it became clear he wasn't a threat, he'd been allowed to leave the care of the healers and venture out into the world. Naboo, they called it, and it came to be a place he could call home. He had no skills to speak of beyond those taught to him in his years as monarch-- fighting, fencing, hunting-- and over the months he spent there as a guest in a prominent family's home, he began to consider it his home. His new home, the place he'd been searching for since the end of the attack in Albion. On a whim one day, not many weeks before that very night, when the need to feel useful and helpful to the kind people who'd opened their home to him could be ignored no longer, he signed up to be admitted into the army.

It was a grueling process and he was tested in any number of ways, most of which he'd failed-- he could neither read nor write the native language and had never learned Naboo's history outside of the most recent events involving the Trade Federation and the recently inducted Clone Wars-- but, in the end, with a recommendation from the head of the healing house who'd treated him and the matriarch of the family he'd been staying with, they had given his application the stamp of approval. He had two weeks, they'd told him, to get his affairs in order before basic training would begin and he had taken less than half that time to do exactly that. (With so little to his name beyond the handful of outfits the family had provided for him, it hadn't taken long to prepare himself.)

As the day of his departure drew near, he found himself oddly giddy for the first time in more years than he cared to remember. There was a party being held to ring in the new year the night before he was slated to leave and he'd been invited to attend the grand gala as a last hurrah. Donning his best ceremonial robes, he'd wandered the party most of the night with a single drink in hand-- one he never fully drained even as the hours ticked by. As the hour drew late and the crowd began cheering for the chime of the clock, he found himself in the company of a pretty brunette he only recognized from the holo-caster news segments about the goings on in the Senate. She was alone-- which surprised him, given how lovely she was-- and she'd smiled politely when their eyes met.

Suddenly, the gongs began to bellow as the new year had officially begun and he found himself standing awkwardly as couples embraced and kissed to ring in the new year. Backing up slowly to avoid any unnecessary contact with drunken strangers, he stopped as he bumped into the woman from earlier. He stammered somewhat, stumbling over an apology as he stepped away to keep from knocking her over.

"Forgive me, Senator. I didn't see you there." Draining the last of his beverage at last-- it seemed appropriate given the lateness of the hour-- he cleared his throat and set the drink down on a nearby table. The gongs had just about finished ringing and his gaze darted this way and that, as though to keep from staring openly at her. As a drunken couple weaved through the crowd, a man knocked roughly into him, forcing him back towards the Senator. Logan shoved his hands outward to brace himself against the wall behind her, equal parts shielding her from the carousing of the crowd and blocking her in. He grumbled softly under his breath, certain he was making the worst first impression imaginable. He bent his head then, offering a strained, apologetic smile through scarred lips.

At last the passing crowd seemed to dissipate and he was able to pull his hands away from the wall. He straightened himself and his robes, dusting himself off in a haughty manner belying his former royalty. Brushing gloved hands back through slicked back locks, he huffed and threw a glare in the direction of the revelers.

"Honestly..." He muttered under his breath, taking a step back to put distance between himself and the Senator. Swallowing thickly, he finally looked back at her, light eyes searching her face to gauge her reaction. He bent his head in deference, sliding a hand down her arm to lift hers up to his mouth where a gentlemanly kiss was placed upon her knuckles.

"Forgive me, my lady. I hope this lowly stranger didn't ruin your evening. May I be the first to wish you a prosperous new year."

[fable-finder]

It’s kind of weird to believe that sparrow only has two children, being Logan and the hero from fable three, because when I play fable two I spend 90% of my time sucking and fucking my way throughout Albion. The amount of STDs that I have is the most important stat I ever check, it’s like a treat at the end of the day for all the hard work I do spreading all of my diseases to my multiple spouses.

Yeah, sure the only reason why I save my family at the end of the game is because I want my dog back, but honestly, the amount of children I have is bordering on concerning by that point.

No wonder why Hammer will never love me… at lest I still got Reaver

[hnnn-fable]

What more can I say than the Albion Girl always gets her way! (And Ben Finn seems to be just fine with that as well.)

(EDIT: This is not Page btw, this is my Hero of Brightwall, who I made Logan's step-sister. But I see you Page/Ben shippers out there! You are valid!)

Original from the game under the cut:

[the-purple-auxiliatrix]

thinking a lot about how reaver built his mansion by where the caravan camp sparrow grew up in is. Thinking about how he brought in other well of folk, possibly trying to make the area better. Thinking about how Reaver came back to Albion, and watched the hero Sparrow become queen. Thinking about how he decided to become an industrial kingpin, possibly to feel “equal” to the power Sparrow now held. Thinking about if Reaver ever saw Sparrow in her daughter Hero. Thinking about how Hero’s seem to age significantly slower than regular people, so Sparrow was the only one to be a long time constant in Reavers life after saving Albion. Thinking about how he probably visited the castle. Thinking about if Sparrow and Reaver would spend nights talking about life, heroism, and what they went through. Thinking about how when Sparrow died Reaver likely went off the deep end into corruption.

Thinking about how Logan, in my honest opinion, doesn’t look much like his sister or mother, but looks strangely like the industrial Baron of Bowerstone and even has similar ways of behaving.

Thinking………..

[aragaki]

This probably isn't a new headcanon or anything but I gotta share my thoughts.

In my mind, the reason why there are two different hero weapons in the Sanctuary is because one was supposed to go to each of Sparrow's children. The hammer for Logan, the sword for the HoBW, the pistol for Logan, the rifle for the HoBW.

They're living weapons that change with their users. You can't tell me Sparrow — the master blacksmith — didn't create them on their own.

The Sanctuary was meant for BOTH royal siblings. Sparrow couldn't have imagined what Theresa was going to do, pitting them against each other like she did for the "gReAtEr GoOd."

I also can't imagine Sparrow would ever refer to Theresa as their guide after she used them for decades to get control of the Spire. If Sparrow had known, I think they would have warned Logan and the HoBW not to trust anything the blind seer says.

And maybe it's my own bias but I can't imagine Sparrow leaving everything magical to their secondborn child. There's no way in hell Sparrow could have known only one of their children would have overt Hero abilities. Sparrow only manifested their powers in their 20s so when they died, they fully could have thought Logan would be capable of using magic and accessing the Sanctuary.

(And I refuse to believe Logan got NOTHING from his heroic bloodline, he just can't use Will abilities)

I don't know. It just feels to me that the HoBW was given the things meant for Logan but that might be projecting the fact that Logan was my Sparrow's favorite child lmao

Like yes Albion needed a fully manifested Hero leading the fight but if/when destiny called on their children (aka Theresa being manipulative again) I can't see Sparrow expecting them to fight in any way other than together.

So they were each left a weapon and a wish from a parent who adores them both that when the hell comes knocking at their door they would face it together. Sparrow took every horror on alone. They would never wish that on their children.

tldr: I headcanon that Sparrow made the hero weapons themselves expecting both Logan and the Hero to work together and make use of them. They weren't able to because Theresa meddled and their children were manipulated the same way they were

[edmunderson]

The fact that the Florida Man of albion (sparrow) becomes the ruler just boggles my mind. Like no wonder logan turned out the way he did, the guy had the toughest act to follow

[cyberniix]

You have designs for the other sides?

I DOOOO I DOOO I DOOOOOO!!!!!!!

I draw Janus, Logan & Virgil primarily but I do have designs for the others.

(THEY'RE JUST REALLY OLD.)

This is in order of how much I draw them BTW

Janus:

(but because he's my favorite, my design for her tends to change every time i draw them)

Logan:

(I KNOOOW ive posted these already 💔 these are just my only "finished" drawings of him)

Virgil:

(that second one was my FIRST EVER SANDERS SIDES DRAWING! i still love it)

Patton:

(second ones old as hell, might redraw it... also yes i know thats technically janus I DONT HAVE ANYTHJNG ELSE)

The Twins:

(i seriously need to draw the twins more by g-d)

anyways yeah GUESS MY FAVORITE CHARACTER! totally isnt janus

I've been needing something to work on as I take a road trip... I have no motivation to work on Albion right now so maybe I'll make a hight chart... just for you dear tumblr mutual of mine! (^_-)☆

[thisisntreaver]

Theres something about the idea of Sparrow and Logan's birth thats really hitting me.

Sparrow has been fighting their entire life, even in their childhood we see them having to resort to violence. They've spent their entire adult life stuck in the past, fighting entirely for the goal of avenging Rose. The future has never mattered as much as the past does, no matter how much Theresa whispered about it.

But now theres Logan.

For the first time, they do have a future that matters, Logans future.

Not the future Theresa tells her of, not the violence they've always known, not the weight of the world of the world on his shoulders.

Violence is an integral part of them thats so intimately woven into who they are as a person.

They don't want it to be like that for Logan.

I think thats clear in the way that Logan seems to idolize them, the fact that he chose to go on expeditions outside of Albion as opposed to being forced to. The fact that he seemingly was unaware of the darkness and the destiny laid for him and the hobw to try and stop it before meeting it.

According to Theresa one of their children is meant to save the world, but Sparrow has their first child, sees their son, innocent and yet to be hurt like they have, and chooses a different path, even if only temporarily.

In a way its finally avenging themselves, the child in them that was killed with Rose and replaced with a hero tormented by all thats happened. As long as they're alive, they'll keep their children safe from that same fate. They allow them to have a life outside of being a hero, unlike them. They allow them to have a childhood. They free them from the expectations that were held on them.

Logans birth is a huge moment for Sparrow for so many reasons, it's not just the birth of the first child, the one they get to be with the longest, but its arguably the birth of a new Sparrow.

[hnnny]

for the art request thing: a crossover between 2 of your favorite shows/games/media/etc? I'm curious on how you'd adapt things :3

I had a lot of fun with this prompt!! And I don't even want to stop brainstorming for these ideas, but alas I should focus on writing for the games I don't have all the details for lol. Thank you for such a fun ask!!

Cassandra Fulton (Hero of Brightwall/Queen of Albion), King Logan, and Alioth (the dog) from Fable 3 - as Revan from Kotor 1, Malak, and a droid companion who's just a little on the nose lol

Torellia Vell (Revan) from Kotor 1 - Paragon versus Renegade Shepard from Mass Effect 3 (my fave ME game)

[isawthesainz]

Race Recap 7: Imola

Sunday 19th May 2024

Build-Up:

On 13th May, it is reported that Zhou Guanyu is a target for Haas for their 2025 lineup. It is expected that Kevin Magnussen will leave Haas at the end of 2024 with Zhou as his replacement. It is also certain that Oliver Bearman will be driving for Haas in 2025

On 15th May, Alex Albon signs a multi-year contract extension with Williams

In FP1 on 17th May, Alex Albion’s car has an electrical shutdown which causes a red flag. Albon and his teammate Logan Sargeant miss the first half of FP2 while mechanics work on their cars

In FP3 on 18th May, Fernando Alonso crashes into the barriers in the final sector, bringing out the red flag

Sergio Perez also crashes into the barriers with less than 10 minutes left of FP3, bringing out the red flag for a second time

On 18th May, Oscar Piastri is given a 3-place grid penalty for impeding Kevin Magnussen in Q1. Alonso continues to struggle in qualifying and qualifies last. Sergio Perez is eliminated in Q2. Oscar Piastri qualifies 2nd but will start the race from 5th

Race Highlights:

Alex Albon pits on Lap 10 but only three wheels are fitted properly. He returns to the pits after one lap and is given a 10-second stop and go penalty. Williams retire the car on Lap 55

Max Verstappen’s car suffers tyre degradation and by Lap 57, Lando Norris has moved to within two seconds. The two drivers battle for the lead over the next five laps, with Verstappen ultimately winning by less than a second

Race Results:

1st Place: Max Verstappen

2nd Place: Lando Norris

3rd Place: Charles Leclerc

[floating--goblin]

so logamin

I feel like it's rightfully weird to a lot of people, considering the whole canon dynamic between them, but the way that I like to think about it is like

You have Logan. Orphan, thrust into the real world all too early, put in charge of an immense kingdom that only got united some 50 years prior. Only the second generation of Albion monarchy, with all too little wisdom left over from his predecessors, most of which were just mayors of Bowerstone. From what it looks like, his only guidance came from Walter-- who was all too busy with his little sibling-- and Reaver, who is... Reaver. Currently-busy-sucking-the-continent-dry, human sacrificer, industrialist extraordinaire, literal inventor of capitalism in Albion Reaver. Who tried to kill Logan's parent at least once, mind you.

And then you have Ben Finn-- sweet, idealist, loyal to a fault Ben Finn, whose allegiance you earn once and forever. You could break every promise, raze everything to the ground, leave thousands of innocents to die to the Darkness, and he's the only one who won't leave. Good, devoted, collared dog Ben Finn. Because he gets it-- you're trying to keep the country from crumbling. So what if he doesn't agree with your means to that end? He'll grit and bear. He knows all too well by now what sacrifice means and what the world will take from you, that life is short, that where he's from people don't live to half his age.

He knows what it's like to watch your parents die, to have what flimsy safety net you had unravel beneath you. He knows deep, undying love for his siblings, which Logan clearly has as well-- the same way little Ben Finn tried to protect his much older brothers with his peashooter and his scrawny kid fists, Logan tried to protect his sibling by keeping them locked up and in the dark about his work. Shelter them, bear the brunt of it, so others won't have to suffer. Same mentality as Ben.

When Logan has Major Swift executed, we get to see a rare glimpse of true wrath in Ben-- that was his father figure, the last thing he had resembling a family, ripped from him. He vows to make Logan suffer, advocates for his execution after the revolution; and yet, still fights by his side in the Battle for Albion, still stands by him at Walter's funeral without complaint, still tolerates his existence. A year passes in between the coup and the Battle-- do you think, in that time, he got to see Logan more? The Allies must've had meetings to strategize, and judging by his clothing Logan's been living in the castle; they couldn't have not interacted during that year.

Do you think, then, that Ben Finn-- self-sacrificial as he's always been, now having to see his best friend struggle to run the country and avoid falling into the same pitfalls Logan did-- looked at the disgraced former king and... Got it?

He's had comrades drop like flies left and right-- honest, hard-working people with families back home, who nonetheless were in it for the greater good-- and had to get back up, dust himself off and crack a joke for the sake of morale. He's lived in Bloodstone, a festering wound on the face of Albion, doing Avo knows what; death and decay have always followed in his footsteps, and yet he's chosen to take that as just another piece of the puzzle.

Because when you're talking about saving the world, you come to see people as distant, abstract notions. And he'll always resent that Logan was pushed to those depths of madness, but he can't not get the need to take extreme measures in the face of certain doom.

After all, his best friend, his Hero, is one step away from doing the same. And in their place, he might, too. For the greater good.

So he leaves Bowerstone. Tours the world once over, relives his youth-- which wasn't so long ago, but he feels ancient by now. He's quieter now perhaps, a little more skittish; more alert to a glint of something metal in the corner of his eye, more prepared to jump into action at the groaning of a wooden floor behind him. He comes back to Albion years later, maybe a little more gray and scruffy, but still Ben Finn. Despite everything, still good old Ben Finn. In a decade or so, tensions between Samarkand and Albion will be rising-- in another four or five, Darkness will descend upon Albion once more. New Heroes will have to be made.

But for now he's home, and his friend welcomes him with open arms-- gives him a room in the castle perhaps, a generous allowance, and the odd adventuring job to keep him from getting bored. Page is still down in the sewers, directing her energy toward workers' rights and children's education, building a system that'll ensure no one's left to rot in the street. Sabine's passed by now, perhaps, but the Dwellers have been given their lands back and are represented in the Court; as are the Aurorans, who have their own embassy by now. Kalin sends letters sometimes, discusses everything from philosophy to petty gossip with the Hero. She's delighted to hear Ben's back, invites him and the Hero over sometime, maybe for a festival-- You should see Aurora nowadays, Ben, it's like a phoenix risen from the ashes! the Hero might say. And it's true-- with the Darkness gone, the "City of Nightmares" has become anything but.

He takes it all in, and something's missing-- and it's not that he, personally, misses Logan, but Logan's absence is... impossible to ignore. Like a vital piece of the scenery that's been plucked out. The Hero probably doesn't mention it, but it's evident that it stings. And maybe Ben inquires about it one night, when it's evident the Hero would like to reminisce-- lets them talk about their childhood, about growing up to see Logan go from a timid, good-hearted boy to a monster. About the way he hid his encounter with the Crawler from everyone and sunk deeper and deeper into his paranoia, convinced that no one will believe him if he tells them what he's seen. Tormented by the vision and doomed not to be trusted, the Seer's curse.

And maybe Ben decides to leave one day-- sick of rescuing chickens from wells and children from trees, he decides to surprise his best friend. And so he tracks Logan down to whatever corner of the world he's cooped up in; most likely in the libraries of Samarkand, a lonely shadow from far away lands, that talks to no one, keeps his face covered, and seems to be seeking something ineffable in the hundreds upon hundreds of yellowed pages he devours each day. Ben's arrival startles him-- he, too, is more skittish these days. And when he sees that familiar face pulled up into a scowl, Logan's sure his end has come for him.

Instead, Ben invites him home. Talks about his sibling, the way they'll never admit it but have him on their mind every waking hour. He tells Logan this isn't forgiveness-- they aren't friends. But he gets it. And after so many years, it's time to let the dust settle. Everyone should come home.

They travel back together, take the long trek from province to province until they reach the coast of Samarkand, board a ship and set sail for Albion. They live off the same small hunt, wild berries and hardtack over the journey back, drink from the same battered old flask, huddle together during storms, ward off bandits side by side. For better or worse, they become comrades-- Ben talks at length around the nightly campfire to stay sane, and eventually Logan joins him. Shares some of his own stories, perhaps-- and that's how Ben discovers the former king never wanted to be a king at all, that he did it for the sake of his parent's legacy and that he clung desperately to his moral compass until his mind broke too far to be trusted. That he always dreamt of being a scholar, perhaps an alchemist or a craftsman of some sort. That he can recite hundreds of poems and epics, that he loves literature just as fiercely as Ben does.

That he'd do anything for his friends and family, no matter how big the sacrifice.

And Ben doesn't forgive him yet, can't do it-- but they reach Bowerstone, and he watches the Hero burst into tears at the sight of their brother, older and more disheveled but alive, and he can't help but think back to being small and helpless and praying every night that his brothers might somehow, through some miracle, return to him.

And maybe sometime down the line, Logan musters up the courage to approach Ben one night and apologize. He speaks quietly, there's a tremor in his voice that's hard to miss; but Ben can tell the apology was composed with care and rehearsed heavily beforehand, and it's thorough. Logan makes no demands, he recognizes he might never be forgiven; he'll live with that, it's the consequences of his own actions, for which he'll take responsibility. Still, he apologizes.

And maybe Ben, good old Ben Finn, who by this point has only been thrust further and further into misery each time he thought he'd come to understand the horrors of the universe, finds it in his heart to forgive him. It won't undo the damage, but... he gets it. There's an understanding that goes unspoken, that Logan's actions will never be forgotten-- but they can live with that, some way or another.

And maybe as time passes, they fall further and further into each other. It's not the youthful, blazing kind of love that's all butterflies in your stomach and grand gestures-- more like furtive glances over the dinner table, correspondence during absences, or sparring matches as an excuse to spend time together. It's slow, a quiet yearning that could be tuned out, but is all the sweeter for being there at all.

They're old by the time they fall into place-- or well, older than they ever thought they'd get. Thirties, fourties perhaps. Long life still ahead of them, but an ache in their bones that's aeons old. Doesn't matter anymore. They'll nurse the ache together.

By then, perhaps, they get a house far from the bustling city life; somewhere near Brightwood perhaps, where the land's decent for farming and the past is alive-- the good parts of it, at least. Somewhere they can wake up to fresh air and rustling leaves, keep a few animals, focus on writing. And The Life and Adventures of Benjamin Finn can come to a close in a way Ben never dared to imagine, one that'll have audiences satisfied:

I lived.

[youcantdateosmosisjones]

why does nobody talk about the hero of brightwall's fate? I don't particularly like the books, nor are they entirely "canon" to my universe, but shit's tragic nonetheless.

mf tries to help out across the sea bc they're a standup guy. If they can help, they'll help. that's just the kind of person they are. They find out the darkness is back? no problem. They beat it once, they can beat it again. They push on.

Only their little solo mission completely blows up in their face, they get fucked over by the big bad dictator, and are imprisoned indefinitely.

Theresa even had the balls to step in at the end and say "yeah nah you're done. don't worry tho, we'll be just fine without you 👍" then dips. It offered some kind of peace of mind, but still.

in The Journey, it's confirmed that the hobw was just... never seen again after heading off to the war in Samarkand. It's very likely they just rotted in that cell.

The kingdom probably went to shit without their monarch. Logan's long gone by this point, there's no heirs in canon (although if there is, they're probably too young to take the throne). No other heros exist, and there's no solid direction for anyone to follow. Albion probably reverted back to it's previous independent city-state structure in the wake of things. reaver probably does as reaver does; and maintains some kind of authority over the people, which definitely isnt for the best. everything that was set up by the monarchy disappeared with it's last ruler.

more importantly, though, was this theresa's breaking point? was this when she realized how many she had led to their ends? Sparrow, Logan, The Hero of Brightwall, The Abbot, maybe even Lucien. How many have been lost for the sake of her cause? Was it worth it, to see their towers be raised, only to one day crumble? Was it selfish of her to know? Was this when tears fell from her eyes?

Even if this was, she was too far in to turn back. She still committed to what she gave all this for. She does the same to Gabriel, knowing it is the only way to achieve what she needs. Does her guilt outweigh the greater goal?

It doesn't, of course. In a way, she's just like the rest of them. Too focused to dwell on that which is outside of her own goals. It happened with each and every one of them, didn't it?

Maybe it's a family curse. One that leads each and every person in your bloodline onto painful roads, which only result in bitter ends.

madness. the one thing that flows through their veins just as will does. their driving force. the thing that defies everything around them.

until it doesn't.

until it is all they are.