#fitchner au barca

[fang-venkas]

#red rising #house mars #fitchner au barca #sons of ares #darrow au andromedus #sevro au barca #cassius au bellona

[vices-aand-virtues]

Red Rising Characters + Reductress headlines

Kavax

Fitchner

Diomedes

Darrow

Victra & Sevro

Cassius & Darrow – Virginia & Victra

Roque

Lorn

Red Rising Characters + Reductress headlines (2/?)

#red rising #red rising series #kavax au telemanus #roque au fabii #lorn au arcos #virginia au augustus #darrow of lykos #darrow au andromedus #victra au barca #victra au julii #diomedes au raa #sevro au barca #fitchner au Barca #Darrow x Virginia #sevro x victra #reaper x Mustang #darrow x cassius #personal #source: Reductress #reductress headlines

[artemisandhersilverbow]

Reading Golden Son and I’ve never been more stressed out in my life. Obviously. But Fitchner just took me out so hard I almost fell off my couch.

#book review #red rising #golden son #darrow of lykos #Fitchner au Barca

[boneskullravenriver]

Fitchner hitting the jackal with a stun fist after declaring him creepy is so real and based. Literally do not give him a second to open his mouth.

#fitchner au barca #adrius au augustus #red rising trilogy #red rising #red rising saga #golden son #rereading golden son

[howlingalltheway]

I have not once in my life experienced baby-fever. I don't want children, I don't get why people are obsessed with children.

But this panel?

I think I get it.

I would die for him!

#red rising #sevro au barca #sons of ares #Spoilers #Sons of Ares spoilers #fitchner au barca

[hyena-frog]

ATTENTION:

Baby Sevro

That is all

#red rising #sevro au barca #fitchner au barca #bryn of cryssos #sons of ares #my post #read soa volume 3 #do it for him

[sonsofichor]

The Mark of Wolves - Red Rising fic

Synopsis

All my people sing of are memories. And so I will remember this death. It will burden me as it does not burden my fellow students—I must not let that change. I must not become like them. I’ll remember that every sin, every death, every sacrifice, is for freedom.

But Darrow forgets. He forgets everything. Red, Gold, the mines, the Sons of Ares, his mission, his family, his purpose, his dreams, his past. Eo. So what does Darrow become?

Drabble I

Drabble II: Proctor Mars

Proctor Mars had told Cassius he’ll meet us at the edge of the woods. That’s a mile away.

This will be the first time I step outside since waking up and it’s with a feeling of dread I realize I do not know what awaits me outside. I do not know the world.

All I know is this bare room, this thin blanket, and the faces of the people who stand by me. Four people. I can count them on one hand.

Lea and Quinn decide to go back to Castle Mars. Cassius warns them to be careful. They’re not to be noticed, or engage with any other members of our House. “Observe and report back.”

Quinn throws him a wink before leaving, but he’s already turning towards me. “Can you walk?”

“Yes,” I say, though I doubt it. It matters not, because staying here isn’t an option. I hunger for knowledge, for someone to tell me who I am. I need to know. The Proctor will know more. He must, because he chose me for his House. He saw something in me. 

But first, I must pass his little test. Prove him that I’m worth his time. I have to reach him. I’ll crawl if I have to.

I dress while sitting down but it’s immediately apparent that the blow to my head has affected more than my memory. It takes me two tries to  work my legs through my pants and I spend fiddling with the zipper of the jacket long enough that Roque takes over and closes it for me.

He also helps me up. Blood drains from my head and my vision briefly narrows. It takes a few deep breaths for the dizziness to abate. I catch Roque wincing. Looking down I see that my hands have involuntarily grabbed his arms in an iron tight hold.

I do not know my strength.

I release him. “Sorry,” I rasp.

“You’re showing signs of concussion,” he explains, both for my benefit and Cassius’s, who’s looking at me like I’ve grown two heads.

I’m evidently a far cry from the Darrow he’d briefly come to know and like. I avoid his gaze and focus on taking my first steps in this brave new world. 

Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot.

Roque’s voice is a nice distraction from the blood rushing in my ears. He recites a passage from a medical textbook from memory. “Symptoms of concussions may include headache, confusion, lack of coordination, memory loss, nausea, vomiting, dizziness, ringing in the ears, sleepiness and excessive fatigue...”

He’s right on most counts. My sight is blurred and my body heavy, slow to react to my brain’s commands. I’ve yet to vomit, but I do feel nauseous. 

Left foot. Right foot.

I hate concussions.

I stumble over the threshold. Catch myself on the doorframe. Thankfully, nobody’s seen me make a fool of myself. Roque is explaining the intricacies of concussions, and Cassius has gone on ahead. His golden head shines amongst the gray-white of stone and green foliage.

We’re located in a weatherworn stone fort upon a low hill close to the woods. It guards a pass, set ten kilometers from House Mars. Yesterday, I’d managed to run a mile from the Castle. Cassius had carried me the rest of the way.

It’s nearing dusk. I quickly find out that the sight of the sky raises the hair on my arms and makes my heart beat faster. My breaths grow shallow. The stars, the only things that look kind and pretty to me, twinkle their hello’s. I decide to not stray my eyes from Cassius’s back, walking ahead of us.

Left foot. Right foot. Left foot. Right foot. Pause. Breathe. Left foot. Right foot.

The wound throbs with my pulse and my body feels sluggish. I want to throw up, as if seasick. There’s no way around the truth. I feel like shit. Probably look like it too.

I just want rest. I just want water. And to sleep.

I don’t realize I’ve stopped walking until I feel Roque’s hand on my  shoulder. It's warm and steady. I don’t meet his worried gaze. The next time I blink, Cassius is crouched down in front of me, back towards me. I stand there and stare stupidly.

He can’t seriously mean—

“I’ll not hear any protest from you, Darrow. Light’s wasting and our dear proctor is a cantankerous scrooge. It’ll be faster this way.”

I close my mouth. Flushing from something other than exertion, I climb on his back. Wrap my arms around his neck, feel his hand grip the back of my thighs and tug me further up.

Roque grins. “All aboard the Cassius shuttle.”

“Roque?” Cassius says airily.

“Hm?”

“Shut it.”

Roque returns my amused grin.

Cassius’s back is warm and broad, firm yet soft muscle. I bury my face in the crook between his neck and shoulder, close my eyes, and thank the stars I have them for friends.

The agreed upon meeting place is a forested hill. I’m nearly dozing off by the time we arrive. Cassius sets me down against a tree.

There’s a glimmer in the air. Golden armor shimmers as Proctor Mars descends. His face is pinched like a hatchet and he’s shaking his head like a disappointed parent. “It’s only the third day and House Mars is scattered to the four winds. I’d say this is a new record for my House but there was that year where we had a sororicide during Orientation Day.”

“We wouldn’t be in this situation if you’d kept that dog on a leash,” Cassius snaps. Gone is the charming boy from earlier.

“Titus is a naughty boy. Does that mean I’ll lay him over my knees and give him a good spanking so he plays nice? No. Stupid little babies. Do I look like a nanny?” Mars scratches his neck. “I’m not the one who couldn’t convince his House that he’s worthy of the title of Primus. Suppose losing a brother will make people doubt your capability to protect them, eh?”

It happens so fast I nearly miss it. Cassius jerks his arm. A knife goes sailing through the air, aimed right and true at Mars’s face. It bounces off of an invisible shield.

Cassius snarls. “Don’t talk about him with your filthy mouth, dog.”

Proctor Mars sneers. “Temper, temper, princess. So much pride, so little patience. It’s already cost you big. No castle, no standard, no brother. ” He mentions to me. “Your strongest ally reduced to a shadow. You had Titus under you. Is he dead? A life spent under the best teachers your father could afford you. Bet they couldn’t stop singing your praises. You were their brightest pupil. What is that ogre Titus compared to you? Aureate prince that you are, you made sure to kill him in your rage, didn’t you. So, I ask again: is Titus dead?”

Roque is silent. Still as a statue. I am much the same.

Cassius has blanched. His fists tremble at his sides, his jaw is locked tight, his breath is controlled but rough. His eyes haven’t strayed from the coiled whip hanging from the Proctor’s hip. But I see the glaze in them. The realization, the devastation, the shame.

I do not like seeing him like this.

“Cassius—” I begin but he’s already walking away. Gone by the time I haul myself to my feet.

Mars has already dismissed him, his narrow eyes settling on me. He floats closer. “Sleeping beauty’s woken up, huh. You look like shit, boyo.”

“Proctor Mars,” I say flatly.

He snickers. “Gods, it’s gory strange to hear you call me that! The name’s Fitchner, and don’t you forget it this time.”

“Fitchner,” I say, “Are you here to help me?”

“Proctors don’t usually interfere.”

“You talk a lot for someone who’s useless to me. We’re done here.” I turn around and limp away. Roque puts my arm around his shoulders. “Hold on,” he whispers. I’m silently grateful.

“Leaving already? Don’t you want to know who you are?” Fitchner calls. “Your father’s name is Linus. Your mother’s Lexus.”

I tighten my grip on Roque. Ignore him.

“They’re dead.”

I freeze. Only Roque sees the hunger in my eyes, the desperation in my trembling lips, the acceptance on my face.

“Pixie Golds poorer than dust, now finally dust,” Fitchner continues blithely, “Heard it was a shipping accident from a few months ago. You’re the last member of your house. Sorry to say that you’ve inherited nothing but their debt.”

I turn back. 

“Now that I've got your attention…” He clears his throat and reads from his datapad. “Memory loss doesn't affect a person's intelligence, general knowledge, awareness or attention span. It also doesn't affect judgment, personality or identity.” He flicks his eyes at me. “Seems you’re a special case, boyo.”

Special? I feel less than nothing. I have nothing. No dreams, no conviction, no family. I feel hollow. It’s hard to believe a simple blow to the head has stripped me of everything that makes life worth it. Only Roque’s presence by my side keeps me from giving in to the despair in me.

Fitchner cocks his head. “How you feeling?” 

“Prime,” I lie, right before bending over and vomiting Lea’s berries. Roque hastily backs away.

“Prime, he says,” Fitchner mutters, snapping his fingers in quick succession. Three little, zooming robots come flying down towards me. “Who do you think you’re fooling? Let the medBots do their work. They’re very effective. They heal nearly all wounds.”

The MedBots are a stellar example of teamwork. One reaches spindly metal arms with little fingers to cut the bandages, another applies a stinging spray on my wound. The third circles around my head, running a diagnostic. 

A hiss escapes me as they administer stims. The effects are immediate. The pain recedes, the dullness of my mind vanishes. Just like that, I’m on the road of recovery, whereas not a minute ago I was closer to death.

“Can they return his memory?” Roque asks.

“They can heal injuries, not perform miracles.” Fitchner tosses his datapad towards Roque. “Keep yourself busy while I have a word with our hurt little diva here.”

Roque and I share a look. He nods.

“C’mere, boyo.” Fitchner sighs. “Just over there by that tree stump. Sit. Sit. You look like you’re about to keel over, even with the stims. That’s what you get for playing hero.”

I sit. My body thanks me for it. 

Fitchner remains standing but he does it lower on the hillside so that he only slightly towers over me.

“I bet my razor that nobody’s explained to you the real meat of the next ten months. The name of the game. As it is, I’ve already butted in too much but fortunately for you, I’m feeling magnanimous. I’ll give you a crashcourse.”

Lucky me.

“In this valley, there are thirteen Houses in thirteen castles. They stand for countries, planets—supposed to represent the world the Conquerors saw stretching out before them. The objective is simple: build an empire. The goal is not to kill, or rampage, or destroy, and it’s certainly not a damn game like every single one of these spoiled little pissheads believes. It’s to conquer. Make your ancestors proud, yadda yadda, but more importantly, impress my bosses. The next months here will define the rest of your life, after this is over.” He points overhead. “There are beasts out there, waiting to gobble you up. Are you a lamb or a wolf?”

We watch the smoke rising in the distance, maybe some twenty kilometers to the east. It is like a beacon in the dusk. Other Houses are probably already sending out scouting parties to investigate it. Had our House been united, would we’ve done the same? Would that even be the right thing to do? 

All I see is a trap. 

Maybe I’m a lamb. I feel like one.

Fitchner reads the answer in my eyes. “You're much quieter now. I guess only time will tell. Here.” He tosses me something. Ingrained reflexes let me catch it with ease. I open my hand. It’s an iron ring with a wolf’s head. “That is worth a Gold life. Don’t lose it, Darrow. You’ve already lost so much.”

He falls silent in quiet contemplation. Studying me. Judging me. Weighing my current worth against my old self. It's the same thing the others have done too. Cassius. Roque. Quinn. Lea.

It's strange to be one's own competition.

I wonder how they viewed Darrow. What they see in me now.

His voice lowers. “You’ll want to hold tight on the little you’ve left.”

#darrow au andromedus #red rising fic #red rising fanfic #cassius au bellona #roque au fabii #fitchner au barca #drabble fic #these drabbles are unbeta-ed #I'll clean everything up before I post the chapters on ao3 #feedback and suggestions welcome #i'm flotsam in a world of quiet loveable fellow red rising fans #would anyone even be interested in meta posts? #i've a lot of thoughts about red rising

[sophiejantak]

so i finally read the sons of ares graphic novels ❤️

#fitchner au barca #bryn of cryssos #forever being hurt by this series #i love it #sons of ares #red rising #red rising art #red rising saga

[darrowsrising]

Kavax and Fitchner:

I always thought it was a wasted opportunity that they did not interract much. Pierce agrees:

So damn different, almost mirror images, in every way. So fascinating.

Kewber Baal, the new artist, really knows his stuff, although the sci-fi elements could be a tad bit...smoother.

But look at our eternal good boy, Sophocles. He's such a cutie pie. 🦊💖

#red rising #kavax au telemanus #fitchner au barca #sons of ares #sons of ares: forbidden song

[vesperpharsalius]

The wait is over!

I have work to do. A name to earn. Friends to make. A brother to avenge. And as strange as it sounds, the first step to achieving all three objectives, doubtlessly, is acquiring that ham.

Chapters 7–9 available now. Tysm for your patience.

#cassius au bellona #darrow o’lykos #darrow of lykos #darrow au andromedus #red rising fanfic #ice and fire #red rising #dassius #darrow x cassius #cassius x darrow #fitchner au barca #roque au fabii #sevro au barca #antonia au severus-julii #julian au bellona #karnus au bellona #red rising saga #canon to me #denial is a river in egypt

[insignificant457]

Red Rising characters as out of context parks and rec screenshots

Darrow:

Mustang:

Sevro:

Victra:

Cassius:

Ephraim:

Lyria:

Lysander:

Fitchner:

Roque:

#red rising #darrow of lykos #virginia au augustus #sevro au barca #victra au julii #cassius au bellona #ephraim ti horn #lyria of lagalos #lysander au lune #fitchner au barca #roque au fabii #long time no meme

[hestoleyourhorcrux]

Fitchner: Except for that idiot, Priam. Yeah. There’s a lesson for you lot. He was a brilliant boy—beautiful, strong, fast, a genius who studied day and night with a dozen tutors. But he was pampered. And someone, I won’t say who, because that’d undermine the fun of this whole curriculum, but someone knocked him down onto the stone and then stomped on his trachea till he died.

Also Fitchner but inner voice: AYEE! MY BOOOY!

#Red Rising #sevro au barca #fitchner au barca #darrow of lykos #darrow au andromedus #Golden Son #Morning star

[evapunk333]

Might have to do this in a couple posts...

Red Rising Thoughts..

Heres another example of Fitchner giving us nicknames for our main characters that I never seemed to notice before. Pretty crazy how Reaper became so synonymous with Darrow and it's all because of Fitchner.

Why Cassius?? Why?? 🤣🤣 The way he speaks sometimes is just so damned ridiculous 😂.

😭😭😭 Original Howlers😭😭😭

Oh Vixus, you have no idea who you are messing with! This put a huge evil smile on my face as I read it a second time 🤣

God..this flirting between Mustang and Darrow is just killing me! She is clearly checking him out like crazy! Also...damn Mustang..step..on..me! 🥴🥴🥴

And finally, for now, this exchange between Sevro and Darrow is so cute in retrospect. "You're like me...and somehow still like him." It's almost like Sevro can inherently feel his connection with Darrow without even realizing that it's the fact that they share "Red" blood.

#red rising spoilers #red rising trilogy #red rising saga #red rising #howlers #virginia au augustus #darrow #darrow of lykos #darrow au andromedus #sevro au barca #fitchner au barca #cassius au bellona #red rising thoughts

[virginiaoflykos]

Hell, the power hindsight has given me is immense! Pierce did really craft a magnificent series, and he perfectly orchestrated everything!

I have been keeping a very close eye to Fitchner’s presence on the page. The amount of little details you can pick at only upon the second read is astounding — and, really, you can pick them up only after reading the whole first trilogy.

First thing, I want to fucking cry because Fitchner is described as having “a face pitched like a hatchet”... I bet Electra is also his dead ringer...

Anyway, first encounter:

After a while of watching me, he stands and punches me in the face. “If you punch me back, you will be sent home, Pixie.”

I kick him in the shin.

He limps away, laughing like a drunk Uncle Narol.

Of course, he is compared to Narol, a red and the man who taught Darrow everything he knows.

After Darrow regains House Mars and Titus is sentenced to death, our dear Mars Proctor tells him:

“Despite my low birth, I am of note. I am important.” His hatchet face dares me to contradict. “I am Gold. I am a king of man. I do not change to suit others.” [...]

“Yet you’re no Imperator. You lead no fleets. You’re not even a Praetor in command of a squadron. Nor are you any sort of Governor. How many men can do the things you say you can do?”

“Few,” he says very quietly, face all anger. “Very few.”

Here he is obviously testing Darrow to see what he is made of. He just witnessed the lad kill his other Red (Titus), and like that one of his possible shots is gone. What to do? Fitchner already knows Darrow is a genius, but can he really be what he needs? Not a conqueror, but a leader of his people?

He dares Darrow to confront a Proctor, to contradict Golds’ twisted mentality. But then he is surprised when Darrow turns the conversion around, and he drops another hint.

My favorite, however, is the dialogue between Darrow and Fitchner after Mustang gets a fever.

Before I go, Fitchner tosses a small package to the ground.

“Not that it matters now, but this was given to me. I was told to say that you’re to know that your friends have not forsaken you.”

“Who?”

“I cannot say.”

Whoever gave it to him is a friend, because inside the box is my Pegasus, and inside that is Eo’s haemanthus blossom. I put the Pegasus necklace about my neck.

The foreshadowing guys, the foreshadowing! More over, I love this passage because, in a way, this is the MOMENT Fitchner chooses Darrow to lead the Rising! He could easily let him oblivious of the real deal (Nero messing with the game, people watching him, Apollo and Jupiter actively sabotaging him) but he doesn’t. He has seen Darrow helping Virginia, he has seen that something has changed, and, finally, he acknowledges that Darrow is the leader he needs to start the rebellion.

#red rising #rereading #fitchner au barca #sons of Ares #darrow of lykos #foreshadowing

[hoe-for-ares]

RIP Fitchner you would have loved trolling Lysander

#fitchner au barca #lysander au lune

[howlingalltheway]

I love Fitchner with all my heart but if he lived in our world/time, he would have definitely let Sevro watch shows like Happy Tree Friends at like age five.

#red rising series #fitchner au barca #sevro au barca