โหเฟ a private + independent blog for ๐๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐ฌ๐ฌ๐ฉ from robin hobb's โ๐ข๐๐ฉ๐ช ๐ฌ๐ฃ ๐ฑ๐ฅ๐ข ๐๐ฉ๐ก๐ข๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ซ๐ค๐ฐ ! ... based primarily in the farseer / liveship traders / tawny man trilogies [ written by kait, 21 +, any pronouns ] โ click here !
the white prophet claimed that he had seen not just the future, but many possible futures, and most of them were dreadfully similar. but in a very few cases, there was a shining difference, and that difference lead to a realm of new possibilities!
i. this is a blog for beloved, or, the fool from realm of the elderlings. though i have read all of the realm of the elderlings books, my portrayal is primarily based in the farseer, liveship traders, and tawny man trilogies. i am also willing to write things that take place during the fitz & the fool trilogy, but only upon request. i am also more than welcome to aus! the fool is a prophet trying to set the world on a better path, he's very easy to move into other universes and i'm happy to do so.
ii. when it comes to naming and pronouns, the name "beloved" should not be used unless discussed prior. beloved takes on a multitude of different personas throughout the books, so it's likely your character knows him as one of these personas. these different personas also have different gender identities and pronouns. for the fool or lord golden, please use he / him pronouns. for amber, please use she / her pronouns. if beloved is not taking on any of these identities and is just themself, feel free to use any pronouns. if they are taking on a new identity, pronouns will be discussed. mistakes happen, but consistent failure to use the correct pronouns for any of these personas will end in a hard block.
iii. i am mainly interested in plotted threads! if you follow me and i have an idea of a plot, i may reach out to you, and if you have an idea for a plot feel free to reach out to me! i am mostly available through ims and discord, though i do have a full time job and may take some time to respond.
iv. shipping is something that i am open to, but it isn't a priority for me. if you are interested in shipping our characters, feel free to reach out and we can discuss it further. if you write fitzchivalry farseer and ship him and the fool, i am fine with canon dynamics being brought up ( namely, the fool's love for fitz and the quarrel ) but if you're interested in more in - depth shipping please reach out to me. no ships will be assumed on my end.
v. racism, sexism, transphobia, homophobia ableism, and islamophobia will not be tolerated on this blog. any of these things will result in an immediate hard block.
vi. there may be triggering content on this blog, specifically in relation to death and torture, but all of it will be tagged appropriately. the tagging style for this blog is trigger //
vii. lastly, hello! my name is kait ( 21+, any pronouns ) my discord is available to mutuals! when i'm not here, you can also find me on @joyuex
YOU MOW DOWN MEN LIKE ELDER - STEMS, and you leave women sighing for one last sight of you; but they do you wrong ... you are a man of mist, and have no shadow. god save you, lancelot! if i laugh at you, i laugh in envy and admiration.
private + selective LANCELOT DU LAC from arthurian legend, with inspiration taken from a variety of sources ... as adapted by kait ( 21 +, any pronouns ! ) est. 2023
oh dear. it seems amber is not immune to the ugly hat plague going around lately. Nan has attempted...to sew..... It went about as well as you can imagine, but she made it for Amber anyway
there is something almost endearing about it, as rumpled as it is โ little more than a sorry mess of loose edges and frills, held together by the hastiest of stitches. amber examines it with loving hands, carefully twisting ribbons into place and smoothing out loose threads before setting it atop her head with a gleeful flourish. "well! it is something, to say the least. what turned hat-making into your newest fancy?"
01. avoids eye contact or looking at the floor.
02. wringing hands together in silence.
03. fidgeting with the hem of their shirt, unable to stay still.
04. looking at receiver in long silence before looking away.
05. silently leaves a folded note on the table in front of the other.
06. touches the others arm but pulls back out of guilt.
๐๐ง๐ ๐๐ซ -
01. slams fist onto a table without saying a word.
02. exhaling sharply through their nose and clenching their jaw.
03. throws an object across the room.
04. crossing their arms tightly, digging fingers into their own skin.
05. pacing the room with heavy steps.
06. glares at the other with a clenched fist.
๐ฅ๐จ๐ฏ๐ -
01. gently pushing stray hair behind the others ear.
02. resting their forehead against the others.
03. cups the others face with both hands.
04. pressing a kiss to the others forehead in silence.
05. lingering touches against the others face.
06. wraps their arms around the other from behind and rests their head on the others shoulder.
๐ฌ๐๐๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ -
01. wiping their eyes before someone can notice.
02. pressing their face into a pillow to muffle sobs.
03. pulls the other into a desperate hug and wont let go.
04. silently reaching for the others hand, needing comfort.
05. walks into the room with red-rimmed eyes and no words.
๐ก๐๐ฉ๐ฉ๐ข๐ง๐๐ฌ๐ฌ -
01. spins the other around without warning in a hug.
02. links arms with the other and tugs them along happily.
03. provides the other with a handmade gift.
04. tackles the other in a sudden and joyful hug.
05. kisses the others cheek unexpectedly and grins.
๐๐๐๐ซ -
01. backing away slowly and looking for exits.
02. hiding behind the other and peeking around.
03. flinches at sudden movement from the other.
04. presses their back against the wall with eyes darting around the room.
05. jumps at a noise and instinctively grabs the others hand.
๐๐๐ซ๐ข๐ง๐
01. tucks a blanket gently around the other person's shoulders.
02. applies a bandage with slow and deliberate care.
03. brings them food and water and watches to ensure they eat.
04. runs fingers through their hair in efforts to soothe.
05. rubs soothing circles on the others back while they cry.
06. stays silently by the others side in support without saying a word.
๐ก๐๐ซ๐ฆ๐ข๐ง๐
01. raises a hand but hesitates.
02. grips the others arm a bit too tightly.
03. pushes the other away with more force than necessary.
04. turns their back on the other to begin walking away without a word.
05. rips a shared photo in half without a word.
06. steps in closely with cold and narrowed eyes.
His eyes follow the lines of the carving, so fine it seems less like a carving than an unveiling of the woodโs truest nature. The shape hidden underneath, coaxed open like a blossoming flower to his expert touch.
Something that Starling told him is brought to mindโ The Fool brought toys like these to Nettle. Heโs not sure on the how, but itโs a warming thought nonetheless, that his daughter gets to have such beautiful things. He never had toys growing up, it wasnโt a childhood that warranted any. It wasnโt much of a childhood at all, really.
But the figure of the old Fool makes that same feeling of nostalgia flutter in his chest. And he canโt help to think warmly of what once was.
โLike night and day, to be honest,โ his eyes flicker from the pale wooden likeness to the golden eyes staring at him. And he can still see it, the fresh spring of boyhood that has somehow flickered back to life in the past few days. A fire timidly kindling anew. โStill the same somehow.โ
even now he marvels at fitz's simple sincerity,ย that quiet goodness untouched by time. ย ย a part of him longs to bask in its glow,ย to allow himself to become undone by the pleasure of friendship and booze ย ย โย ย but even in his hazy state he knows the danger behind that desire. ย ย instead, he stretches,ย drawing himself up and trading his newborn bauble for their half - drunk bottle of brandy. ย ย with steady hands,ย he pours himself another glass,ย pausing only to shift it to safety before pouring one for fitz as well. that done, he smiles, raising his glass high in imitation of some long - forgotten toast: "to us, changed as we may be!"
he downs it in one, shuddering only slightly at the taste. "and a belated toast to chade for the sandsedge brandy. i wait in horror for the day the last bottle is drained and we have to resort to whatever horrors await us in your stores. i will have to be sure to depart long before that day arrives." spoken with mocking sigh and the foppish shrug of his shoulders, "i have always had a longing for the finer things, you know."
"it is a fool's errand." ย ย their verdict falls not with damnation,ย but with simple distaste. ย they stand before him with shoulders squared and lips pursed tight,ย the very picture of a parent before their willful child ย ย โฆ ย ย though fรซanor is more than a man grown,ย and beloved is hardly his mother. ย ย "your cause is true,ย but your way is bloody beyond righteousness. ย ย you must turn back before it is too late."
amber sits cat - curled and comfortable,ย cradling a steaming cup of tea in one hand as her other deftly pours a second,ย offering it with the slightest upturn of her outstreached palm. ย ย "you are welcome to stay the night if you would like,ย though i cannot offer you the comfort of a bed." ย ย she sighs with her words,ย punctuating them a solemn roll of her shoulders,ย a rememberance her own sleepless nights. ย ย "still,ย i have a door that can lock,ย and that is more than you will find on the road."
"for sale: the services of one young fool! pass this up, and a fool yourself shall be! for sale! for sale!" he is quite the sight, his arms spread wide as he displays himself in all his motleyed finery, turning in a rhythmic dance from table to table. here, he slows, he considers, he moves away. there, he greets a jeering courtesan with one loud raspberry. and at last, he stops โ swinging his scepter with the finality of a judge until it's tip rests mere meters away from ardbert's nose. "how much will you pay? more than most, i'd imagine, should you met my services pass you by. i see something in you, though i have yet to find out what."
"she is beautiful beyond imagining." high above, ozgog circles, a mere speck against the clouds, though more than enough to set their heart racing. with one raised hand they trace her flight, her movement more graceful than any dance. "to fly like that โ to us it would seem like something from a dream, though to her i'm sure it feels as natural as breathing."
in the shifting morning light, amber sits as one ware amongst many: the form of a woman carved from brilliant honey - wood, brought to life by the mere breath of change. with gentle hands she carves, surrounding herself with tiny spirals of pale bark, a leaf - litter of creation. her movements only still when she hears the soft chime of her shop door's bell. she rises with work in hand, a smile curling at the corners of her mouth as she greats her customer in her usual contralto purr: "i was not expecting anyone this early. please, come in and make yourself at home. i hope you will find what you are looking for."
