Take a gander at my personal (primarily fandom-oriented) blog. It's pretty great, right? Right. I'm glad we're in agreement.
I'm in a ridiculous amount of fandoms, so there's a pretty high chance of what you also like appearing somewhere on my blog at some point. Go crazy.
All the hands of the emperor stuff - and presumably all of the Nine Worlds stuff by extension - is so good at balancing a variety of tones. The hope and the loss, the seriousness and the ridiculousness. The humour is sharper and sweeter because it's timed so well.
But possibly my favourite is the one that comes up in Portrait of a Wide Seas Islander.
Imagine, for a moment, that you are an emperor (among other things, but we're trying not to think about them). You are the emperor. The formality around you is extreme, most people you deal with are baseline frightened of you, hardly anyone sees beyond your ceremonial front. You are desperate not to be like the previous emperor, your uncle. All of this is very painful and difficult.
And you get this secretary, and you adore him. He's like your favourite person. And so when his great-uncle turns up and says he needs to do this cultural rite of passage ceremony, you're SO onboard. You're like, yes, fantastic, you should do this, do you wanna do it in the throne room? you should do it in the throne room, let's go. This is all very powerful and emotional and sincere.
And after this is all over, you swing by your secretary's apartments when he's out. Just being a good host, y'know, dropping in on his great uncle, making conversation. And you make this almost idle remark, a quick curious question about an element of his personal history, just being courteous.
And this ninety year old man looks you dead in the eyes, and says, in essence, "oh yeah I fucked your uncle, and he was ~mediocre~."
just. iconic, ten out of ten, no notes. Buru Tovo I love you so much.
Cliopher, finally getting half an hour to himself and immediately working out HR's secret name: were we ever really friends?? Was everything a lie?!
Meanwhile, HR, ping-ponging across three worlds in a week: boy I'm glad my good friend Kip managed to get things together so I could go on an adventure! I'm gonna light things on fire hope Kip won't have a heart attack lol. I wonder what Kip is doing right now, Oh hey Kip would get a kick out of this, oh this reminds me of my good friend KIP have I mentioned that I miss KIP recently HAVE I TOLD YOU ABOUT MY FAVORITE DUDE IN THE WORLD, KIP, MY GREAT BUDDY KIP, THE BEST GUY KIP, HAVE I MENTIONED HIM TODAY
This scene from At the Feet of the Sun has lived rent-free in my head since I read it, and I finally got around to drawing it in October (my tumblr is, as always, running a bit behind…)
Ghilly returned with a tiarë flower tucked behind her ear and another for each of them. “There’s a thicket of them over there,” she said, handing the flowers out. “There, Fitzroy, that’s a proper Islander look.”
“Proper for Tisiamo,” Toucan murmured, but he was smiling. “No, Fitzroy, you put it behind your left ear if you’re single—your right if you’re taken.”
Fitzroy gave Cliopher a very brilliant look and carefully moved the flower to his right ear.
Cliopher felt a wash of some nameless emotion—some indescribable wonder, some intense humility, some astonishing gratitude, some sort of awe. He blinked hard, unable to prevent the smile, the dawning joy, from showing on his face.
“Don’t hurt yourself,” Toucan whispered. “He’ll still be there tomorrow.”
part 2 of my at the feet of the sun-themes inktobers! part 1 is here. yes, there are two 17s because i screwed up my dates, it's fine, we're not worrying about it