#rote au

[maddyhope-art]

Forever my Beloved

This fanart is my Winterfest gift for @cait-sith <3 I had a lot of fun working on this hurt/comfort for you! I set this in a Fool's Fate Fix It AU <3

This is for @winterfest-gift-exchange-v2 ^^

[heyitsrink]

Things are tough lately so I’m revisiting some comforting Fitzloved sketches. This one turned into a post-FF AU where the boys are healing together <3

[s0ull3ss-p3rs0n]

AU where Fitz is Burrich and Chivalry's weird ass Skill baby. Bee style. You get it.

[cokiri]

Kettricken and Verity AU

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I actually love the way the age gap is handled in rote between these two. How they wouldn't have chosen each other in other circonstances but they definitely belong together.

Buuuut because I wanted to draw mama K studying and Verity looking at his library crush, we are gonna imagine they are the same age right now 😬

[tragediegh]

WIP Wednesday

I was tagged by @leithillustration 💛💛 and I think today I'll post a snippet from my longest running WIP (which I am still currently hiatusing from but will return to when the time is right for us both 🥹💛) Of Cats and Closed Doors (Bonus Chapter) 6.5 bc I miss her and love her no matter how far I creatively roam 💛

"Fool," he said, his mouth full of egg and his hair sticking out haphazardly from sleep, "I brought a new tea back for you. M- Patience says it's supposed to help with easing night terrors."

"Oh?" I had my modest doubts.

"You ought to drink some of it before bed tonight. See if it's any good," he suggested hopefully, and I recalled waking up on his chest, his arms flung 'round my shoulder and his stale, heavy breath sawing through the peaceful morning quiet. I'd slept more tranquilly drunk in his arms than I had in nearly ten years' time. I little liked what that said about me, and liked even less what it said about him.

But I had liked it, and when he'd woken up smiling, had liked it even more. "Mmh," he'd commented, yawning with marked exaggeration before grinning down at me crookedly. "Looks like we both had too much to drink last night."

"It would appear so," I agreed, somnolently rubbing my eyes. Then we'd both lain in silence for a handful of minutes more, and he'd never lifted his arm away from me. If anything, it seemed as if he held me even closer.

"I suppose it couldn't hurt," I agreed neutrally, unwilling to raise my hopes too high. I doubted the new herbs would make even the shallowest dent in my dreaming. What good could plants do against a turmoil that raged so furiously and cut so deep? Even Fitz's arms couldn't protect me from that. If that was the case, I little liked my odds with the tea.

"So what did you do while I was gone? You seem... better." I nearly choked on my bite of toast, unwholesome memories assailing me, of his shirt draped over me like a nightgown as I unrepentantly defiled our shared bed with my unwelcome lust for him. "Do I?" I borrowed time and took another bite, one large enough that I could not speak through it legibly.

"You're eating," he pointed out, as if that was a thing of monumental note. I flushed. How must I appear to him, that my eating a simple meal was somehow remarkable enough to comment on? "I'm hungry," I said, not quite testily, but perhaps more defensively than the conversation called for. Fitz either didn't notice or didn't care. "Like I said," he repeated with satisfaction. "Much better."

For him, I finished my entire plate of food, even after it began to taste nauseating in my mouth, as most meals did eventually. He wasn't wrong. I did need to eat more. I appeared skeletal in the looking glass, waifish and frail. That was the last thing I wanted. Fitz pitied me enough as it was. I could at least give myself a fighting chance.

"If you like the tea herbs, I'll send for some seeds and plant them in the garden for you," Fitz offered, twisting in his chair like a wriggling, overeager puppy. I was hopelessly charmed by it, which made me deeply irritated with myself.

"Thank you," I said, for I didn't know what else to say. He was being so enthusiastic, so attentive and sincere, almost as if he'd spent the entire time away thinking of all the things he'd do for me once he was home again. I perished that thought, discarding it as soon as it formed. This was Fitz. I'd long ago been disillusioned about his intentions regarding such things. But still...

no pressure ever tagging @jouissants @marsskaterboii @maddyisenough @a-hazel-in-the-dell @feyweird @johaerys-writes and anyone else who'd like to participate!

[maddyisenough]

Thinking about my Fool's Fate fix it AU and how I want Beloved and Fitz to visit Mercenia eventually 😭❤️

[smoky-solitude]

Prompt: Amber is a demon summoned by wizard Althea to do her bidding. (160 words)

How dare they steal her ship! Vivacia was hers, heart and soul. Althea had grown up on her: danced among her lines, whispered secrets to her closed wooden eyes, and put the key with her father’s memories into her heart. Vivacia was hers and nothing would take the ship from her.

“Oh unholy golden goddess, she who shifts rocks under the wheel of time.” What a strange incantation for a demon, Althea thought. But she had asked around and everyone said this demon was the exact one she needed. She waved her smoking sage and tossed a handful of fine cinnamon and ginger into the little summoning circle and the candle flame flared golden. “Amber, I summon you! I call you forth and bind you to my will!”

And with a foomph the summoning circle suddenly was filled by a tall golden woman, clothed in dragon-embroidered robe, her wrists and ears covered in dangling wooden charms.

Oh

Oh

Oh no

[mira-rachel]

[Rise Of The Empires CH AU] #rote au

The only family that seems stable is the Russian fam.

RE to her grandchildren: oh sweet, oh precious..

RE to her sons: pathetic. You lost to a mediocre Britain? Truly the most useful thing you did.

I lied, thay have their own problems too

Mostly RE being strict to her children, and that set a chain of reaction. Her sons end up traumatizing their own children, and the cycle continues.

Russia= cant comprehend or understand any emotions he is feeling, too blinded by his grandmama's affection to process that HIS PEOPLE IS BEING MISTREATED-, his expression showed what he is feeling despite Russia himself not understanding what he is feeling

Belarus= emotionally manipulating Russia to gain more profit, supporting RE's reign bcs he wanted to have Russia's land, is very unstable and can be bipolar, due to always be seen as a disposable Belarus ensures his own future by sabotaging others including his own siblings

@wrenaliases