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*farseers your fool*

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kim decides to take matters into his own hands!

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The Fool, Fitz and Nighteyes

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How dare he left you again

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Jean and Harry in summer, because summer is here :) sorry for the proportions, it was rough

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being a little handsy

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task complete - sing karaoke

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time blur

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What did that bug tell you?

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if your favorite cuss isn’t here but uses one of these as a base word, choose the base word (ex: for “shithead” then choose “shit). if your favorite cuss word is a combo of two or more these (ex: “fuckass”) then choose which of the component words you think really carries the bulk of the cussing power or humor

note: your favorite cuss doesn’t necessarily mean the cuss you employ most frequently. my favorite is “rat bastard” but it’s definitely not my most-used expletive.

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artist in denial of being depressed: omg this 2 month long art block has been crazy... sorry i haven't updated any of my fics in a long while! it's just been super difficult to daydream! so weird that i've lost a little bit of passion for my current comfort character and ocs... this couldn't possibly have any implications or alternative explanations

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oh.....?

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Happy Springfest!

Thank you @springfest-rote for running this event ❤️✨ I am so lucky to have been partnered with the wonderful @willowjh for my first ROTE collab. Willow has written a beautifully bittersweet Fitzloved fic which enabled me to draw Fitz, Nighteyes and the Fool being cosy in their cabin era.

Ao3 is being sassy about embedding my art, so here it is, along with a little excerpt of Willow’s fic, in the Fool’s POV:

Persuasion

(10k, E, complete)

“What sense is there to be found in a trade or a routine, if our world is empty of others to share it with? No point at all in harvesting honey, should there be no one to marvel in its sweet.”

“Perhaps harvesting honey in itself brings one joy,” he argued. 

“Perhaps,” I conceded. “But what will one do with all the surplus honey if not let it waste away, sweetening no one’s day?”

He grew quiet, eyes gazing fixedly into the fire. Cruelly, I leaned into him, hoping the touch would not be rejected. It was not. The wolf’s large head was shifted where it lay on my lap, but he merely grunted his assent when I occupied my hands scratching behind his soft ears. With Fitz at my back, the wolf at my front and the fire by my side, even a cool, reptilian creature such as I could not help but feel pocketed in almost overwhelming warmth.

Artwork close ups under the cut. Read the rest of Willow’s fic on Ao3!

A thousand thank yous to Willow for being an awesome pinch hitter after I missed the deadline to select from the writers prompts. It’s been lovely working together and I’m so thrilled with the fic!!

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HERE IT IS! For the @springfest-rote event, I collaborated with @lairn. Go read Fool's Spring, in which you may find out what this light blue thread symbolises, and why there's a cake floating around the Fool's head :)

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🪻Happy Springfest!🪻

My prompt for this @springfest-rote fic was "an introspective piece by Nettle about who she is, thinking about her relationship with Fitz, Molly, Burrich, and what it means to her."

My wonderful artistic partner was @prophetandcatalyst, whose work you can find both included in the fic itself and on tumblr!

Concerning Grief and Eldest Daughters

It filled her with wounded indignation that Fitz thought his sorrow so much more important than hers. As if Nettle hadn't spent sixteen more years with Molly, sixteen years Fitz had voluntarily given away. As if Molly was Fitz's mother, the only one he'd ever known. But she wasn't, and she never had been. She was Nettle's mother, and yet Nettle was simply expected to wake up every morning and go on anyway while Fitz drowned in enough grief to kill all of them seven times over.

In the aftermath of an untimely loss, Nettle reflects on her parents, her marriage, and the endless intricacies of familial love.

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He had been so loved.

I also signed up to @springfest-rote as an artist, and was so lucky to be paired up with @wingedaches who has penned such a beautiful, touching exploration of (let's face it) everyone's most beloved character. I've been wanting to attempt a Mucha-inspired triptych for a while now, and I thought this was a golden opportunity for that.

(I'll stop with the bad puns now)

Please give Where Love Finds Us a read and give the author some love - though fair warning, it might bring you to tears.