Dorian Havilliard. 



Aelin l Chaol 

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In case you hadn’t already guessed, i couldn’t successfully draw crowns if my life depended on it  ¯\_(ツ)_/¯


Ignis was raised alongside Prince Noctis to be adviser to the heir apparent. An intensive education instilled in him the resourcefulness and composure required for the role, his tactical acumen proving invaluable over the course of the prince’s journey.

Happy Birthday, Cooking Mama Ignis! [2/7]


the known world: THE QUEENS THAT NEVER WERE  

        For forty-six years, the Old King and Good Queen Alysanne were wed, and for the most part it was a happy marriage, with children and grandchildren aplenty.
        Two estrangements are recorded, but they did not last more than a year or two before the pair resumed their customary friendship. The Second Quarrel, however, is of note, as it was due to Jaehaerys’s decision in 92 AC to pass over his granddaughter Rhaenysthe daughter of his deceased eldest son and heir, Prince Aemonin favor of bestowing Dragonstone and the place of heir apparent on his next eldest son, Baelon the Brave.        
Alysanne saw no reason why a man should be favored over a woman…and if Jaehaerys thought women of less use, then he would have no need of her. They reconciled in time, but the Old King outlived his beloved queen, and in his last years it was said that the grief of their parting hung over his court like a pall. 

                                - [ The World of Ice and Fire - The Targaryen Kings: Jaehaerys I ]

This Cruel Fate | Yoongi | Oneshot

Genre: Prince!au, Angst, Fluff, Christmas themes, slightly smutty implications

Word Count: 9,194

Summary: You lived in the palace your entire life and so did he. The only difference was that you were a maid and he was the heir apparent. Still, that single difference brought you together and held you apart at the same time.

Originally posted by dazzlingkai

From the moment Yoongi was born, he had everything he could ask for. He had been born into the lap of highest luxury and no one questioned it. Of course no one questioned it, who could? He was the only son of the King, and therefore Min Yoongi was the only prince in the kingdom. If he asked for anything, it would be swiftly brought to him. No matter how high the price, Yoongi could have whatever he desired.

Except for you. 

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Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Royal AU)

Summary: Prince James approaches his crown princess girlfriend with hopes of finding out why she still hasn’t accepted his marriage proposal, only to learn about the burdens responsible for the future Queen’s hesitation.

This story was heavily inspired by the following:
- series “By Royal Decree” written by @bovaria
- “The Crown” starring Claire Foy, Matt Smith, Vanessa Kirby, etc.
- the 30 page paper I wrote in Year 11 about the queens of England and Britain

Soundtrack (aka what I listened to while writing):
- “The Letter” (Rupert Gregson-Williams / “The Crown” soundtrack)

A/N: Bucky is a Romanian prince [imagine the Romanian monarchy is still intact for this story], but not the heir apparent (think Prince Harry of Wales). Reader’s nation is purposely not specified.

It’s gloomy outside, the skies painted with gray with the threat of rain. Not much light filters through the window, but she appears to effortlessly attract light as if she’s an elemental force.

She’s a vision in royal blue, the dress specially made for her body proportions. Her back bears the straight posture of a ballerina, her legs elongated by the pearl gray pumps. While he can’t see it, he knows she’s wearing a strand of pearls that’s been passed down generations.

She is (Y/N), the crown princess of her nation and hopefully his future wife.

It felt right to propose, especially with six years of dating under their belt. Their relationship started after college and kept steady, even during his military service. She was his best friend, and him her’s. He felt unanchored without her, and she was able to escape through him.

It also worked out perfectly with their royal duties. Bucky had always been one of the few eligible princes for (Y/N) to marry, but both royals weren’t aware of this until two years into their romantic relationship. From the start, Bucky knew he and (Y/N) were endgame, and it was a lucky coincidence that protocol and tradition wanted them to be endgame as well.

The Romanian prince was also aware of (Y/N)’s situation. Due to a series of health problems, her father planned on stepping down from the throne. He and Parliament created a plan of transition, meaning in two years, (Y/N) would be anointed and crowned as Queen.

Bucky watches his woman gaze out the main window of her study, and he can practically see the gears in her head racing. Though she handles everything with grace and resilience, Bucky knows her days are emotionally taxing for her. He can only imagine the irremovable burden she carries on her shoulder as the heir apparent.

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heres me hittin you fast with multiple aus all the time always

this is one ive had stuck in the back of my head for a few days now, bc i love court dramas and medieval romances n shit. as per usual it’s a derse kingdom prospit kingdom thing bc im unoriginal but also its cute so don’t judge just yet???

anyway so dave is the dersite heir apparent after dirk runs off to find himself in the great unknown (whether that’s fighting or finding cute boys, who’s to know) and dave has spent most of his life not worrying about being king, but now he has to, and he absolutely thinks he’s not king material. all of his worries come to a head when dirk “seduces” the adventurous king from the other kingdom, which leads prospit to blame derse for the loss of its ruler. the citizens cry out for war or whatever the fuck, and bro (who’s derse king) is like, ok, well, daves single and ready to fuckin mingle, let’s marry him off and heal the fuckin bond between our kingdoms. bro holds a v quick tourney to see who is going to protect dave on his journey across the country and lo and behold its a tiny scrappy little shit with a long sickle sword and a scowl that could curdle milk. karkat’s prospitian, and he’s far too emotive and tender for dersite court, and it eventually melts the heart of this prince who’s learned not to show emotion or affection to anyone. 

ANYWAY that’s the bulk of it. i don’t think i’ll write it bc writing is hard but if any of you want to take a shot at it, go ahead.


have some highbloods hitting the town in your honour ;D


When I was 19 I was trapped inside a sensory deprivation tank for 48 hours.

I was encased in total blackness with nothing but my own thoughts to accompany me for two entire days. From August 22 to August 24th I was trapped in hell, and I will never forget what happened in that tank.

About a year before these events, I met a kid I’ll call “X.” X was my best friend. Throughout my entire teenage life I found it very hard to make friends. So when I met him in my first semester of college I was thrilled to have someone to hang out with. We shared the same mildy offensive (sometimes unintentionally overboard) sense of humour, liked the same video games, and just had the same general interests. Now X also was like me. He never scored in the friend lottery either, so I could imagine he was equally thrilled to have my company.

As our friendship began to evolve, I eventually was invited to X’s pad. To my amazement he was apparently an heir to a very wealthy fortune. I knew he was somewhat well off when I saw that he drove a Nissan GTR, but I never realized that he was that level of rich. He had an at least eight thousand square foot apartment. It was the entire floor of the building. His rooms were populated with some of the most up to date tech and clothes you could think of. It was around this time, I thought I hit the best friend jack pot.

As college went on I did begin to notice that there was a little something off about X. There was this one time around the end of second semester where he was acting a little funny. I was staying the night at his place, and he asked me if I believe in demons. I told him that I wasn’t really sure if I do, but I could tell he wasn’t to concerned about what I thought. He then explained to me that he sometimes sees them when he sleeps. He said it horrifies him. I basically tried to talk him out of his beliefs and try to steer him back to reality. I said it’s just a bad dream, and knowing how insane we’ve been studying for the last couple months it’s no wonder he’s seeing crazy shit.

For the last couple weeks of school we didn’t really talk much because of the intense exams and such. He did invite me over in mid August to hang out though, and that’s when I noticed his newest buy. There was a huge black tank in the middle of his living room. Puddles of water coated the floor around it. I didn’t know what the hell to think. I jokingly asked him if he began tanning. He explained to me that it was a sensory deprivation tank. To those of you that don’t know what this is, it’s basically a big sound absorbing, pitch black tank filled with salt water that you lay down in. It closes like a casket, and you float in the water staring at total darkness. It deprives you of all you senses.

He never really talked about it again. He just kind of brushed it off and attempted to change the subject. We then began to do our normal routine, which is playing Mortal Kombat and drink beers. That night though, I drank more than usual. I actually don’t even remember much. I only remembered what happened when I woke up.

That night I had a dream I was trapped In an iceberg. I couldnt breath. Then I woke up in panic. I was floating in water. My body must have somehow flipped over while sleeping and I was unintentially drowning myself. I was trapped in total darkness. Quickly realizing that I must have done something really stupid last night, I called for X to let me out. There was no response. After what seemed like half an hour of yelling and pounding on the hatch, I realized that he’s probably passed out on the couch still. My body was in total panic mode. I could hear my heart beat begin to echo within the tank. I tried to calm my nerves and just relax.

After what felt like at least an hour, my fingers had become wrinkled like raisins, and my skin began to feel sore. Around that time I heard footsteps creaking on the floorboards.

“Hey X. Let me the hell out of here. I think we partied too hard last night.” I jokingly yelled out.

“I’m sorry. This is the only way I can prove to you I’m not crazy. Im gonna show you the demons” He said.

It was at that point I knew I was royaly fucked.

I began pounding that shit out of the hatch in hopes of somehow breaking it. Floating in the salt water really hurt my momentum, so I ended up just wasting precious energy.

“Youll see them soon.” He said from what sounded was from across the room.

I eventually lost my energy and just stared into the black abyss. I began to see shapes form in my peripheral vision. I thought I could hear voices coming from under the water. I was shaking with anxiety, but I knew if I give into my fears I would go insane. I was in a state where I didn’t know if this was a dream or I was awake. Maybe I was still drunk? I tried slapping myself to wake up, but I soon realized that this is my dark reality.

The quiet and calmness was menacing. I could hear rumbles underwater, the thumps of my heart beat, and what I thought where whispers. This was around when I began seeing the face. It starting forming like a eye floater, you couldn’t quite focus on it, but it was there. From what I could make out of it, it was half orange and half white skin. It had huge completely white eyes, and a great big smile. It wouldn’t get out of my vision. I tried rapidly blinking but it was there whether or not my eyelids were open or closed. At this point I had lost total track of time. Night and day were a thing of the past. I tried counting to keep track of time, but I lost the will to around the third hour.

The face began to make sounds. Like a hissing sound almost. Over and over. Each hiss getting louder. It began getting more and more aggressive. Screaming at me, looking right into my soul. I felt like something was under me. Lurking in the water. It was just a bad dream. I hoped to God it was just a bad dream. I was so hungry.

Then there was a sound. It was distinct. It was coming from beyond the tank. I heard the creak of a door, and steps on the floorboards. Then a scream. A woman’s scream. I couldnt make out the words, but I knew something was very, very bad. I began rapidly banging on the hatch of the tank in hope that she would hear me. Her crying stopped and I heard her walking towards me. A rush of cool relief expanded all over my body at that moment. Right then and there, I knew I wasn’t going to die. Something heavy was pushed off the hatch and that’s when the light shined in.

Everything was so bright and hard to make out. She pulled me from the water. I couldnt see anything, but I could make out that she was covered in red. She layed my cold, shrivelled up body out on the floor, and told me an ambulance will be here soon. I just remember laying there as my vision slowing adjusted. I could see more and more red. And a faint blur of orange and white. There was a figure also on the floor beside me.

It was X. He slit his throat, and blood pooled all over the living room floor. Knife still in his dead grips. As my vision finally adjusted, I could finally see to my horror what was on the wall.

It was the face. DID YOU SEE IT? DID YOU SEE IT? THE DEMON? DO YOU SEE IT NOW? DID YOU SEE IT? Writing was all over the wall.

After a week of hospitalization I learned the Woman who rescued me was in fact X’s aunt. She told me that his parents died and all their money was donated to him. She said she was really greatful for me trying to be his friend. Apparently he was really messed up by his parents deaths and refused to take his medication to cope with his traumatic loss.

I still see that face. I see it all the time. When I blink. When I sleep. I just want it to go away.

Crazy or not. X was right. I saw the demon, and its face is orange and white.

Figured it would be disingenuous of me to step back into the ‘fandom’ and my blog without a bit of an explanation. I have a pre-existing medical conditioned I’d rather not discuss at present, but recently required a lot of my time and attention. I’m sorry that I didn’t reach out personally to all of those who messaged me, but they all meant a great deal and I deeply appreciate them. You all are wonderful. In a gesture of good will and a hope to get my fanfiction back on track, I offer you a portion of the nearly completed next chapter of The Heir Apparent.


Another winter storm condensed on the horizon, ripening as the sky lightened toward dawn. Tauriel let her mind drift out and away, unfettered and wind-swept as the stars faded. Her heart was troubled, the future muddied and unsure as a thousand unanswered questions built like an answering storm within her.

Mirkwood lay below her, its wooded borders stretching toward the south, dark and foreboding. Whatever secrets it held remained contained and quiet. She feared for Thranduil, for her people, but most of all she feared for Kíli, and that fear took prevalence.  He needed her, wanted her, she could not leave him now. 

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The Heir Apparent - Chapter 12 “Uneasy Lies the Head that Wears a Crown”

Hahahah remember me? I HOPE YOU DO CAUSE I SURE DON’T HAHAH! But anyway no I haven’t forgotten about this fic and I hope you all haven’t either! I still love EriSol I still love this fic and I wish I could just write it all day! Anyways, I am back! With another little tidbit for you and PERHAPS a bit more of a shippy sort of chapter? IDEK but I hope you enjoy my brain vomit anyway! PLEASE DO AND ENJOY AND LEAVE ME SOME THOUGHTS IF YOU DO ; w ;!

Chapter 12: Uneasy Lies the Head that Wears a Crown

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