#p: heir

[inkyarcturus]

Lil sketch from a scene in “The heir to the House of Prince” by elphie in Chapter 19 in the first part :D

[quartergremlin]

The panel where spliter picks up a baby turtle and straight up squints at the genital area made me break out into laughter. Isnt that what people do to new kittens?! Thats not usually how someone looks at a baby!

and the kids are p okay with being manhandled like that, so it's probably fine?

[edjenko]

im halfway through Dark Heir and it rules, Pacat does it again - but every time they talk about the S tattoos this is what im thinking

[laur-the-cat-prince]

Totally random question, how are you doing after going from Captive Prince, to Dark Heir to Lies of P, three medias that can be heart-wrenching? :')

I love how you just came in here, looked at my art, and asked, 'Are you okay, bro?'

I've been seen, I've been perceived! I wasn't sure what the connecting thread was between these for the longest time, but I think you nailed it. I love to feel things deeply. Everything that Damen and Laurent go through, the trauma that they have to overcome before they can be happy together. EVERYTHING that is going on in Dark Heir. (That ending! Pacat hates me personally, I swear.) Lies of P had me so introspective, the way it tackles humanity and loss... P is very special to me.

To answer your question, 'Yes, I'm doing well.' I'm feeling inspired constantly; I wish I had more time to get all the ideas in my head out onto paper.

(Here is a little Damen doodle but in a slightly different style.)

[bucketwritingpail]

I want- i want to write a Pride and Prejudice Dead On Main fic

[whimhaven]

delilah is now a teen & i gave her room a tiny makeover!

[systemic-dreams]

[secretwhumplair]

Reconnected

986 words | Heir apparent (sequel to Reunion)

Content | Mostly just fluff I'm afraid :P

Notes | Haven't had much creative energy these past weeks (as you might have guessed from the lengthy break) but here's a little continuation!

Taglist | @whumpycries @whatwhump @barebarb @echo-goes-aaa @cyborg0109 @pumpkin-spice-whump @sonder35

Sharru melted back into Emmer’s arms as soon as the door closed behind his parent. It was such an unexpected and thorough comfort he wasn’t even sure what the feeling was his heart was bursting with - it was more than joy, more than love, more than the grief of having missed this for so long.

»Shhh. It’s alright,« Emmer whispered, so close to his ear, and walked them both towards the chairs by the window, and only then did Sharru realize he was crying. Again.

He made an effort to pull himself together, blinked the tears back, pulled himself from the hug. »T-take a seat.« I’m so happy to see you. The words would have come easy before they were parted. Now they got stuck in Sharru’s throat.

»Yes. Yeah. Thank you.« Emmer sat down awkwardly, its eyes, wide open and also wet, fixed on him.

Sharru sat as well, feeling the same feebleness that had all but stopped him from getting up before rush back over him so forcefully he worried he might not be able to get out of the chair again. But it didn’t seem to matter so much anymore. Emmer was here.

Emmer was here.

It looked… good. Well-fed and well-clad - banishment had, it seemed, not taken as horrible a toll on it as he had imagined in the worst nights.

Well, the worst nights before his own kidnapping.

He had heard rumours here and there, that they had started a business just across the border, but no one wanted to be heard speaking too loudly of it when Taba might hear.

»When I heard what happened, I…« It threw a glance over its shoulder, hesitated, then contuínued, its voice lowered, »I had to come. I was so glad to hear they got you back - ah, I never thought I would say that.«

Sharru couldn’t think straight, too dizzy with the feeling of Emmer being right there, in his room, speaking as if it still cared about him, as if the years that had passed, the fact he was the reason it got banned in the first place, meant nothing. So he simply said the first thing that came to his mind.

»They’ve been - weird. Gentle.« It sounded wrong. It was true, but it sounded so wrong.

»I’m glad,« Emmer said quietly, a worry in its eyes Sharru couldn’t quite place. Did it think he would be upset its opinion of the monarch hadn’t changed? Or was it still concerned for him?

There was no reason to, was there? He was safe now.

He was rude, was what he was. It had finally returned home, and he hadn’t even asked - »Are you alright?«

»Because I’ve made-« they began at the same time, and fell into awkward silence when he spoke as well.

It felt awful. They hadn’t been so tense with one another, not after their first private conversations-

But then it chuckled, a sound like pearls scattering across a sunlit floor, and Sharru’s heart melted.

»I’ve been - well, I missed home. And you. But I’ve been doing alright.« And quieter, it added, »It’s good to see you smile.«

Sharru had almost forgotten how to, but now that Emmer said it, he could feel the smile tugging at his lips. »I’m - I’m happy to see you too,« he finally said, the words breaking out of him as if past a painful dam.

It was smiling right back at him, and nothing had soothed him more since he had been rescued.

»And - I was going to say. See, I’ve learned a lot in witchcraft - turns out it’s, ah, actually much easier when your monarch isn’t, you know.«

He knew. The fact that Emmer was a witch and not a sorcerer was only one of its many, many faults in Taba’s eyes, and while they weren’t cruel enough to truly persecute witchcraft, their disapproval was well-known, and many witches preferred not to rely on the continuation of their lenient policy.

»I’ve made you this.« It pulled a thin necklace out of its pocket, a circle of green stone with symbols carved into it dangling from it. »It - will help protect you. I’m not powerful enough to protect you from everything, but it’ll help.«

Sharru gently took the charm, the stone warm against his hand after being carried so close to Emmer.

»Only thing is, T- their Majesty will be able to tell for sure. So.«

He carefully put on the necklace, tucking the charm under his clothes to feel it rest against his skin. »I’ll - I think I’ll try my luck. Thank you.« He almost choked on the words, and that was when he realized the tears were coming back. »Thank you.«

And a moment later he was in its arms again, crying his heart out.

[todayisafridaynight]

yk in retrospect it really is no surprise that rgg has a lot of queer fans. outside of the games being utterly homosexual of course

[knowlesian]

let’s hear it for (accidental) comrade elon, eating shit 24/7 to disprove the myth of the meritocracy 

[inkyarcturus]

you have also read heir to the house of prince? Do you like it, how far are you? How did you find it?

Omg I didn’t see this ask until just now cuz I’m dumb and don’t know how tumblr works-

Anyways yes I’ve read Heir to the House of Prince, it is my all time favorite fic honestly!!! I’ve gotten a lot of my personal headcanons from that fic actually!!!

I will say it’s a long read, and you probably won’t like it if you don’t like OOC stuff- at least I think it’s OOC? Honestly I’m always unsure when people call things out of character since to me it doesn’t matter as long as there was like story as to why? Idk

Anyways I’m assuming this was asked when I mentioned rereading it earlier in the month and I only ended up rereading the first part. I have read up to the most recent update before tho, it was simply for fun.

Anyways enjoy me ranting:

I love how it delves further into being the wizarding worlds reaction to being queer, the idea of consent when it comes to magic, politics within the wizarding world, and the acceptance of being a creature and how just discrimination in general works in the wizarding world. There’s just so much depth in this story that I can’t fully articulate how much I adore it. There was just so much thought and feeling and planning that must have been involved. I wish there was more people who talk about it online or even make spin off/inspired fanfic about because GOD is it so good to me.

I love how the writer, elph13, has imagined each character and the backstory for their house/culture. I think that’s probably one of the strongest parts about this fic, is every character being a part of something greater in the world, and it’s just u g h AND THE SNUPIN. THE SNUPIN. GOD. Every 5 seconds I am giggling and kicking my feet or holding in silent screams reading this fic.

Sorry not sorry abt the rant :,)

[archersgoon]

the other reason i can't give isaboe sons is because i automatically start doing some empress matilda shit with jasmina

[merrysithmas]

who had any idea rogue one and andor would be the only ones left standing after the Disney nuclear apocalypse of star wars

[rainbowgaez]

i had an energy drink today can you tell

[2heir]

He pretends it happens on accident about as subtly as a tsunami pretends it hadn't even seen the shore it crashed on. One hand propping up his face, so relaxed, seated on the floor next to one of the twin jades, yet so terribly tense all the same: Jiang Cheng is so unused when it comes to attempting to reach out for things he wants. Wanting in on its own feels like a concept not reserved for the likes of him. But his pinky has brushed against Lan Wangji's already and even while he looks away, as bad an actor as his Yunmeng's robes are purple, he can't help but feel like it's only fair to commit to what he's decided for himself to try. Even if it's killing him slowly inside.

((i said 'holding hands' and you said 'in the cloud recesses' and i lost my mind pretend this makes sense in canon pls pls pls 🥺 it even has shy jiang cheng like-- 🥺))

 jiang wanyin tries so hard to hide a tsunami behind his polite bows , his quiet thank yous when he doesn't even have to thank anyone . he tries to appear smaller because his brother is too loud and too big , and he has to keep apologizing — as a clan leader must . lan wangji was a lucky second heir , the responsibility of lan gusu’s future would probably never be dumped on his shoulders even though he was trained and taught to carry it as elegantly as he carries his sword .

 now placed beside him on the bench , he doesn't even know when their silence had become too comfortable for wanyin because usually the second lan heir didn't care if his companion was growing nervous about his stubborn silence . it was odd to feel satisfaction , relief when he realized that wanyin wasn't trying to start small talks to fill it . and even more glad when his fingers curl around his – he doesn't fully grip wangji's hand . only wraps his fingers around wangji's pinkie , ring and middle fingers . three fingers that gently settle inside wanyin’s curled palm and for a while it doesn't draw any reaction from wangji . for a while . soon his limp fingers shift , force themselves out of wanyin's grasp to curl around his hand instead . not loosely , not half hearted . wangji’s fingers curl and press on the wooden seat between them , prevent wanyin's from touching the hard surface , and be cradled in his tender hold .

 they must have been breaking some kind of rule – years of reciting the rules of lan gusu had taught wangji that even laughing can sometimes have consequences . let alone hold another sect’s heir’s hand , who's come here to cultivate and leave . wangji could name his action many unlikeable things but he chooses to focus on the softness of wanyin's hand . a contrast to his attitude and moody eye rolls , sometimes it's entertaining to watch from afar . the way he deals with everything and how everything gets on a wrong nerve ; he's hiding everything so well and wangji can , unfortunately see that . he doesn't look at anyone for too long or at all , but when something unusual catches his attention , he can see the problem very clearly . but lan gusu books couldn't teach him the warmth that's pooled in his chest when he felt the steady beating of a vein under his thumb and on wanyin's knuckle .

 ❛ . . . you're cold . ❜

[vincentpchriswolf]

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