Bee And Per

The Skill link and Bond between Beloved and Fitz... The first time ever in the mountains., the second in Verity's Tower and the third in the tunnel filled with water in Clerres. . The are other times they've linked which I have not made yet. I will do so in the future.

P.S. The two trees represent Fitz and Beloved as in Wintrow's window and Bee's dream. They are supposed to be gold and silver but I strayed from the original somewhat... (if I am mistaken about any of this, please feel free to correct me and I will edit the post)

Part 1 of my Assassin’s Fate fix-it au illustrations, aka happy family living a reclusive life in the mountains

part 1 | part 2 | part 3 | part 4 | part 5 (coming soon!)

The Expulsion form Eden, c. 1900

John Spencer Stanhope

Movement of Emotion... I was obliged to move and was buried under boxes and boxes and then more boxes. Unfortunately there was not time to create anything. I have several ROTE projects left in the middle, which I'll pick up soon. I felt like creating this yesterday and here it is. Image created in Photoshop with the aid of BeFunky

Mosè Bianchi (Italian, 1840-1904)

La lettura

fitz and the fool :)

You were the brightest shade of sun I had ever seen Your skin was gilded with the gold of the richest kings And like the dawn you woke the world inside of me You were the brightest shade of sun when I saw you

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post AssQuest water-fight doodle

"In that last dance of chances

When I know you'll not be mine

I will let you go with longing

And the hope that you'll be fine."

/The latest pictures I drew while reading. It's hard for me to describe how mentally devastated I was. Yes, I'm not opposed to taking a break to read rw chronicles. The last picture is an attempt to figure out how Beloved looks in darker colors(brown as an appleseed🥺)

/And now, something else. In the translation to my native language, the poem sounded a little different and I decided to translate it back literally. This is the first version I read, and damn it, the dance of hope? There's no hope here. I really like this version, but damn it, how I cried.

The last dance is a dance of hope,

Fleeting, like a dream and smoke.

I will leave the hall, unable to watch,

How easily you spin with someone else.

The last dance is a dance of hope...

The weight of farewell is heavy.

May the other one, to whom you’ll go,

Return your wings.

The last dance is a dance of hope...

I’ll let you go without a word.

May the one who will take my place,

Give you love.

The last dance is a dance of hope...

The thread fades, breaks.

To know each other - and lose everything,

And live... and not live... not live.