a silly lil doodle art i did for my friend 💖 posting these bc i have no RotE to offer sadly 😔 but alas my guys my dudes I have the whole of next week off so I MIGHT 👀

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a silly lil doodle art i did for my friend 💖 posting these bc i have no RotE to offer sadly 😔 but alas my guys my dudes I have the whole of next week off so I MIGHT 👀
a really messy quick sketch of my Fitz and Fool in Kelsingra Fix-It Fanon Ideas i wanna share with this post so ya`ll know what i`m all about when i`ll be posting all my Kelsingra setting fanarts!!!
post RotE where Fitz does not get mortally infected and they both live happily ever after in Kelsingra
they become Elderlings themselves, Icefyre being Fitz` dragon counterpart because they are both two heavily depressed, pathetic disasters with trauma
somehow dragon magic can heal Fitz from the silver, thus the scars where he used to be silvered
Fitz also as before looks younger than his years, and the dragon magic adds to that
I have this idea that Fool-as-Amber travels for a few more years with the Bingtown traders before returning to Kelsingra, and Fitz has a few years to ponder and sort out his feelings about the Fool
maybe he finally makes actual friends? maybe he sees homophobia die in Kelsingra and slowly starts to heal from his own internalized homophobia?
then at some point he makes up his mind, once Fool returns, he SHALL pursue a romantic relationship with the Fool, one he has been longing for all his life but surpressed
Fool comes back in say, 5 years? but they have Elderling prolonged lifespans so that feels like no time at all
Fool brings Fitz a million tiny trinket presents, and apricot wine
they hang out a lot, healing their relationship slowly, living together, gardening, cooking, doing domestic stuff together, living life peacefully and slowly
Fitz brings Fool flowers daily because he regrets his behaviour of the past
they slow burn romance each other
Kelsingra citizens rejoce for Lady Amber is finally united with her long beloved trash husband who does not even deserve it
most beautiful couple in Kelsingra hello???
thats it thats all i have for yall today its not rocket science alsdkfjlsdfj but i feel so very alive being on here again and talking about a fandom i love, yall have no idea how much it means to me 🥺🥺🥺🥺
hope yall like this!!! stay tuned for more fanart of them !!!!
my contribution to Mermay🧜♀️ 🪷✨
i really tried to go out of my comfort zone with this one and try a BACKGROUND and VALUES for once??? crazy
slight rote spoilers
a very self indulgent fanart of Fitzloved, my favorite fix-it scenario being them living happily ever after in Kelsingra, Elderling Fitzchivalry and his beautiful Elderling wife, Lady Amber ✨
I‘m currently trying to improve my art as that was my biggest goal of this year after not properly drawing for years, so I decided to combine my anatomy and pose practice with some fanart to stay more motivated
so here‘s The Fool 😍
more jesters for the fellow jester obsessed
a Fool and his Fitz ✨💖
I just realized… Annabeth, a girl who was no one’s first choice, abandoned and betrayed by the people she loved… Meets Percy Jackson, a guy whose fatal flaw is loyalty. A guy who would literally choose her over everything. He does choose her over becoming an actual god. He wakes up without memories and only remembers HER
Isolation is a recurring theme, but there's just something about Royal Assassin that is so incredibly lonely to me. It's the only time period in which all the major players of the first trilogy are together in the same space, at arm's length, and yet everyone is lonely. Every single one.
Kettricken, having to navigate a foreign environment and culture with everyone's eyes on her. Verity in his tower, looking out as far as he can see, missing what's beside him. Shrewd, wasting away in his bed, surrounded by people waiting for him to die. Molly, working in the keep to secure a new life while the only person who knows her is a liar. Nighteyes, first in a cage and then in a secret refuge, warm now but angry still. Patience, holding onto who she is when so few even try to understand her. The Fool, bereft of safety, threads of fate slipping, speaking to deaf ears. Burrich, with the shadow of a man long gone burned into his eyes. Chade, the face of plague, ever hidden, never named. Even Regal, the last brother, othered by the web that connects all minds but still convinced that it's resolutely pointed towards him.
And Fitz. Pushed and pulled in a thousand directions, running ahead and backwards, impulse in his head and fear at his heels. Where are you? You, under the layers of those who made you?
i swear, the number of times Fitz says he won't sleep with the Fool is perfectly balanced with the amount of paragraphs he spends describing fool's hair and face and hands and fingers and skin and how he looks as though he's shining, bathed in the golden sunlight........
sometimes i think about how Robin Hobb started the Realm of the Elderlings series with the premise that damage lasts, which is very rare in fantasy--protagonist FitzChivalry Farseer gets hit hard enough to be knocked unconscious but this also makes him prone to seizures for the rest of the Farseer trilogy. A broken nose stays crooked. The scars from his injuries make it harder for him to move certain ways.
however our dear author beats up Fitz SO MUCH that eventually she has to retcon overkill healing magic into the second trilogy just to fix him back up again after all. nevermind the whole damage thing i guess because the poor man is a shambling bag of scar tissue by that point, but she needs him to carry another 5.5 books so up and at 'em Fitz my boy!!! no rest for the weary here we go again!!!!!!!
Oh, if only I could say something here. Actually, no — I can and should.
On November 7, I downloaded a book for the plane ride, on a friend’s recommendation. I knew nothing about it except that the main character was depressed and that somewhere down the line there would be a romance arc that, according to her, might interest me. I hadn’t seen any fan art, and of course I had no idea how much of it I would end up drawing myself (guys, my whole fan art collection only had two pieces of chinese novels, one Witcher drawing, and some random Homestuck thing from 2014).
But a few months later, I celebrated New Year reading ships — drawing Amber until almost midnight. During the valentine’s day party, I sat off to the side reading the Aslevjal part, and that same night I cried over the poem. The next day in the studio, I was so shattered I couldn’t even time the etching process properly, and instead of using gasoline, I tried to thin bitumen varnish with acetone.
For the past six months, I’ve remembered every event in my own life alongside the events of the books. I was sure that I’d outgrown this kind of hyperfixation when I left my teenage years behind — and I’m genuinely happy to have been wrong about that.
There’s one old video meme that I don’t know how to translate into English, and it came to mind while I was finishing the final book so I was just sitting there, stupidly smiling, stunned that the world I had lived in for half a year had just ended. But almost happy, too, with how it all turned out (sadly, the Wolf wasn’t a surprise — I got spoiled when I started suspecting Amber and went looking her up on the wiki). Maybe later I’ll collect my thoughts and talk about the ending as well.
The conclusion of all this: thank you, Robin Hobb.
assassin's quest
vs fool's quest
If I stop to think too much about that "to be loved is to be changed" quote and about Fitz's name being Changer and the Fool's name being Beloved I will need to excuse myself while I go scream for a thousand years
Fitz, immediately upon meeting one of the only confirmed gay dudes in all of rote :
"me and this dude are so similar I bet. His vibes are exactly like me. I think we would have been really good friends in other circumstances"
Reading Robin Hobb, a fanzine by Maia Kobabe (2025). Because I finally finished reading this series and I needed to EXPRESS MYSELF. Also, can you believe I've been a fan of Fitz & The Fool for literally 20 years but I'd never drawn them before? Discovering the @realmoftheelderlings blog and realizing how much RotE art there is here on tumblr has really inspired me to want to draw them more! Full zine transcript below the cut.
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so just in case we’re keeping score. fitz defies chade when he tries to separate him from the fool by literally spending multiple nights in his tent, nearly launches himself at bresinga to defend the fool’s honor, goes back to bury the fool, bridal carries his broken and beaten body across the halls of his enemy all the while refusing to put his dead body down, calls the fool his dream, returns the cultural tradition of calling him by his own name, procrastinates burning him, starts addressing him as beloved with absolutely no more qualms and gets lowkey offended when the fool requests him not to, sincerely considers taking the Pale Woman’s head and bringing it to the fool to enact vengeance on his behalf, declares he’ll take his death then physically enters his decaying corpse and brings him back to life, shields his eyes from the sun, kisses his forehead, lovingly nurses him back to health, misses him ‘even in his presence’, unapologetically cradles him all night like a child like a lover like his own self wounded and alone—