#Unlikely Parallel

[valenishere]

Prologue

[And so, here comes the boy >:3 this was the story I was talking about in an earlier post, figured it's time I put this down somewhere. Do note, I'm no professional writer so consider this just another part of the chaotic babbling in here]

A Continuation

Inside a castle overlooking a flourishing city, the youngest Prince of the kingdom sighs lightly, smiling in satisfaction as he looks down at the bustling city.

Colorful decorations hangs from house to house, bright merchant stalls are advertising their products from both sides of the streets of the square, and throves of people are out and about, happily enjoying the bright sun and cool breeze with joyous songs and music.

It's so hard to believe that just a few decades ago, this world was just about ready to collapse, born from the fires of generations upon generations of mistakes and was about to get its just givings. But now, it's thriving like it has never before. Just like the old days, before any kind of Revolution, in the safe and peaceful times. And all of it is thanks to one person only.

"There you are!"

The Prince jumps, whipping around at the voice. There, standing directly behind him, in all his elegant and dashing glory, the reason why the world have not fallen over in its face and died yet. The oldest member of the Great Seven, the white-haired maintainer of peace of all the lands, the selfless and caring individual that risked his very soul to save the world, Akedeia Whi—

"Quit running off on your own stupid brat! We're on a schedule here you damn beyblade!" The highly praised person slaps the daydreaming Princes' head, snapping him back to reality.

"Ow! Sorry!" he yelps, rubbing his aching head, "Wait, beyblade?"

"Well, you flail your arms around like a beyblade when you attack, it just fits." The tall man shrugs nonchalantly, brushing past the Prince. "Now come on, hurry up!"

"A-Alright alright!" The Prince sputters, jogging up to match the long strides of the man. "And like I've said, I'm not flailing around! I'm—"

"Yes, yes, you're integrating the arts of Feng Shui Jutsu or whatever, yada yada yada," the man flippantly waves him off. "To be honest, I see no difference."

The Prince can feel a vein in his head throb at the man's blatant dismissal of his technique, wanting to lecture him (again) about the Celestial Arts, but he just sighs, deciding not to since he knows it'll just be a waste of breath (again). He unconsciously pouts. 'I mean, I get it. Techniques are just a joke to you with how over-powered you are but can you at least not mock it?'

The man in front of him shakes his head in mock dismay, "Really, with how you fight like a flopping fish, I worry for the future of this Kingdom. Especially if you make dumb decisions like seeking out a dead myth you heard from a senile on the streets."

The Prince breath hitches, not only because he actually felt a pang of pain from his idols words, but also in incredelousness. "Hah! With all due respect, if it weren't for that dumb decision, there'll be no more world for you to fix. And yes I get it, I can be very naïve at times but if it means giving my Kingdom and my people a chance to save themselves and stand up on its feet once more, I'll do it again. Whatever it takes."

The man stops, making the Prince stop as well. The still pretty offended Prince glares at the back of the quiet man, his nose slightly flaring.

After a few minutes, the man finally spoke, "Oho? Whatever it takes... you say?"

The Princes' gaze hardened in resolution, "Even if I'm going to be the most bastardly bastard Prince, exiled from the throne. I'll never let this Kingdom fall from grace. Not ever again. And if I have to be the one to bring back the Lost Realms, I will."

Sharp blue eyes snap over to the Prince, making him tense up. The temperature drops rapidly in the hall as they lock eyes and a chill runs up the Princes' back. But he stands fast, defiantly looking back at the worlds equivalent of Death.

After a few seconds of one of the most bone chilling stare down in his life, the man sighs through his nose, closing his eyes.

"... Is that so." The air returns to normal and the Prince lets out a breath he unconsciously held in.

The man pivots around, striding up to a startled Prince. He grabs his collar, fixing it up. He brushes the Princes' shoulders, patting his shoulders firmly after. The man gives him a once over, nods then turns around again, walking away from the dumbfounded Prince.

The Prince blinks in confusion. 'Huh? HUH?'

When the Prince stayed rooted in his place, the man calls over his shoulder without turning back.

"Hurry up then stupid Prince!" He smirks at the wide-eyed Prince, "The coronation won't start unless the bastard Crown Prince is not there after all."

That snaps the Crown Prince out of his stupor, feeling his face heat up as he hurries after him.

"What was all that for-!?!!"

"You didn't get it? Man, you're stupider than I thought."

"HUH?!?!"

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The man that the young Prince or the "bastard" Crown Prince was talking to and was speaking highly of (not that he knows it), is Akedeia (Ah-keh-dee-yah) White, and he prefers to stay away from overly populated areas when he can.

So, now that the coronation is over and the fore messages and interaction are done with, he have strayed out into one of the many balconies of the castle to be alone.

With wine in one hand and his memories on the other, the show of the twinkling stars is all he need to keep himself entertained for the night. Although the bright shining moon may be obstructing that a little bit.

"So this is where you've been."

Glancing over his shoulder, he grins at the new arrival at his little hide-away. He exaggeratedly waves a hand out in a welcoming motion.

"Well, well! If it isn't Mr. "The most bastardly bastard Prince"! To what do I owe this honour?" The newly crowned King groans, settling beside the grinning man.

"Please drop that already... It's embarrassing..." Akedeia laughs lightly, the wind seemingly whistling along in tune of his laughter.

"Oh come on~! Loosen up a little!" Akedeia puts his chin on his hand as he leans at the railings, flashing the King a lazy grin. "It's just me~"

""It'S jUSt mE~" yeah right. You're one of the Great Seven. Practically a living legend. You're not someone I can just consider as just someone."

The man shrugs looking back up to the sky, "Eh, suit yourself."

They fell into a comfortable silence with a few small talks, the soft noise of the music and the talking guests in the party providing ample amounts of background noise. Akedeia stares up to the sky, his face devoid of emotion but his eyes fogged with nostalgia, looking at something far off into the void of the night sky.

"Now don't go trying to go back on your word now that you've become King. It'll be a problem if I have to clean up after your mess again after all." Akedeia says out of the blue, making the King blink.

The newly crowned King huffs lightly, feeling some kind of odd déjà vu at the conversation.

"I'm not that shallow as to make empty promises." He faces the man with absolute determination, which he hopes shows in his face, "I'll keep this peace even if it kills me."

The white-haired man stares at him for a moment before letting out a small laugh, "Pft-- you look like you're about to shit."

"Oh come on! I'm trying to be serious here!!"

And that ruins the mood as the King's face quickly drops into an exasperated one, making the man laugh harder.

"Fahahahahaha! It just doesn't suit you!"

As the King grumbles about wanting to at least be cool to match his current status, the white-haired man mellows down, closing his eyes with a relaxed smile.

"Well, even if you don't say it, it's to be expected no? You're stubborn enough to not die to me, so this'll be an easier feat than that. You'll do splendidly I'm sure."

The King huffs with a smile, his chest feeling light with the mans praise. He don't usually give out compliments, but when he does, he knows its a very genuine one even if it doesn't sound like it. So when he receives it every once in a while, he can't help but puff out his chest a little.

"You've come this far Goldie." The man pats the Kings shoulder as he turns and starts to head back inside. "Don't you dare fall short anytime soon, got that brat?"

"Hmph. Trust me, I won't." He was left alone in the balcony as the man goes back inside. The King looks up to the moonlit sky, his eyes steeled in determination as he looks to a future where he'll ensure everyone in his rule, of any race, until the end of his time and even longer than that, will no longer suffer anymore. Not anymore.

"I'll make sure of it."

0===|>>>>>>>

"I'm home~..."

Akedeia calls out as he opens the doors to his home, not really expecting a response since, well... he lives alone. In the huge manor he calls home, he lives all by himself.

He sighs as he unbuttons his coat, the lights flickering on on their own upon his arrival and illuminating the whole residence despite his lonesome. Throwing his coat on a hanger haphazardly, he trudges up to his room, pushing the door open sluggishly.

He sighs again as he slumps down on a chair, exhausted from the days interaction. With lidded eyes, he languidly sweeps his eyes around the room.

The room seems way too big now every time he looks at it. Like... wayyyy too big. For one person at least.

What's supposed to be a bed is just mountains of pillows with layers upon layers of duvets so thick that someone can probably sink into it and suffocate at some point. A small office corner, a lounge side, a mini kitchen, a closet and a bathroom. And everything is furnished to accommodate at least two people, the other being himself.

He doesn't really dislike it or anything, it's just... The other person that he used to share this room with was... well, he used to share this room with them before. Before this world even started to fall into shit, he shared this room with that person before.

Well, he can move into a smaller room in the manor, but it'll feel just as empty. If not, even more so. At least here, he'll feel a lot warmer. Physically and emotionally. He leans back, absentmindedly putting his hand on his chest, tracing the small cold round metal above his heart, bringing forth a couple of memories.

One in particular, the way he was often scolded.

"What are you doing? If you want to lie down, at least take off your shoes! And change your clothes! Actually take a bath too... Ugh, go! Get some clothes, and I'll run you some hot water and some tea so just go wash off will you? Please?"

His eyes soften at the memories despite it being nagging, staring up at the ceiling. 'Well... I suppose a hot bath won't hurt...'

He gets up from his chair to prepare one but something suddenly shifts in the shadows in the corner of his eyes.

"Hn?" He walks to the window, noting that the shadows casted by the trees is seemingly darker. He squints his eyes, trying to make out the suddenly darkened path.

Emerging from the darkness of the trees like a being manifesting out of shadows, a black carriage trots down the path towards the manor, a haunting cacophony of creaking wood and hooves accompanying it. Green lit lanterns hung from the carriages sides, swinging with every jostle on the uneven path. The two black horses pulling it appears ethereal, flickering between majestic, muscular steeds to black-coloured skeletons with every shift of the light.

His eyes narrows, '... No passenger or coach whatsoever and that thing have little to no presence at all. Even the horse doesn't have any. And the little it have... I don't like it. Empty... but dense and cold... and familiar.'

He knows this feeling. He knows it very well. The slight twinge he feels in his chest proves just how familiar he is to it. And just who it is that it reminds him of. And he doesn't know why but just seeing this old delapitated termite-filled piece of garbage that crawled out of some shitstained fuck hole TRY and emanate that presence is making him-- angry. Quite frankly, it has pissed him off.

Instead of just ignoring it and taking his bath, he storms out of his room. Throwing open the doors, his eyes shines in barely contained rage as it lands on the approaching carriage. 'The bath can wait. Imma erase this sunavabitch first.'

See? He's mad mad.

The carriage stops in front of him, and as he stood there waiting for it to do something, mana gathering enough to distort the air around him, hands twitching, itching to just obliterate the carriage right then and there.

The locked door turns and clicks, unlocking itself on its own. It slowly creaks open, and his gaze hardens as he readies to blow the whole carriage away. 'A single sign of hostility and you're gone...'

It swings opens and inside is... nothing.

There's nothing.

"Ah..."

He falters at the sight. Instead of empty seats, it's just completely black, no light permeating the darkness inside, despite the lamps hanging just by its door. It reminds him of the impenetrable darkness he once saw being used. By that person, no less. And this cursed termite shitted oversized splinter dares to show it to him... like THIS?

How utterly detestable.

His teeth grinds together with a loud clack and veins pops on his forehead in his anger.

"Disappear."

He swings his hand at it, and it implodes, carriage and horses and all. He watches with keen eyes as it explodes further to smithereens, the tiniest splinter of wood and drops of blood splitting and splitting out of existence. Then his sight turns to black.

[arcanegifs]

they're really going for the "everyone going to be a little bit opposite of who they were in s1" theme in season 2 fr

[poorly-drawn-mdzs]

Bonus 8: How met your mother (CSSR design by @qourmet!)

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[stillgotscars]

the bomb - florence + the machine // the smallest man who ever lived - taylor swift

[deancasforcutie]

"Now you live in a secret bunker with an angel and Lucifer’s kid", AKA queering domesticity par excellence

[the-highgaryen-council]

Notice how Alicent and Mysaria didn't need a tree to believe Rhaenyra should be queen

[riotpanther]

cheat on that blonde bitch and it’s gone cost ya!

[fairblade]

Worst Case Scenario

been thinking about @the-mountain-flower's swap au since its was posted, so here's an elemental magus!alinua

i like magus!alinua as someone who wants to help people out directly, but by her magus status is pushed into research a lot, so she does a lot of medical research - maybe she's studying elemental corruption in the hopes of reversing it, and that's what leads her to the storm. she's probably still something of an instinctual mage in her "bone wants to grow more bone" way, which might be why she's sealed

[johnskleats]

hey so do you guys remember how zuko was deemed worthy and blessed with the true nature of fire by the guardians of light themselves and became 100x the firebender he was after, with a newfound understanding and oneness with his element

kind of like how katara handled the moon and ocean spirit with her own hands and was blessed with unmatched waterbending power and oneness with her element and also spirit water but get this, also the healing ability to bring someone back from certain death

y'all remember that

[valenishere]

Tease~

or not idfk

Imagine my surprise when I realized I could just do a slight fish eye lens effect whenever I need to imitate a Twst card

[localburntoutkid]

Listen, thinking about PJO Swap AU, but not like a parent swap, i mean whole character swaps. So, so hear me out- THE BROKEN TRIO: - Percy Jackson as Luke Castellan. But not in the conventional way - he's a son of Ares who hates him and all the gods for doing what they do. for leaving mothers and fathers everywhere heartbroken or worse like Ares did with his mother. Sally Jackson is not weak, but her situation is getting worse - visions of her baby boy dying, an abusive husband and a poor financial standpoint - she is the one that urges him to leave. to get out of this. to find camp halfblood. he leaves reluctantly, promising to come back and take her away soon. he finds a girl and a boy both stuck in similar situations and decides i'm going to take care of them. - Annabeth Chase as Thalia Grace. A daughter of Zeus who ran away from home after her already abysmal home life got worse with the addition of a stepmother. she almost kills Percy when she sees him and is otherwise wary of him for a while - but finds out they're made of the same steel. signs from her father guide her and Percy to a little boy with olive skin and dark eyes too smart for his age, and she decides that these guys are her family now - not the airplane-obsessed man at home or his blonde new wife. - Nico Di Angelo as Annabeth Chase. A son of Athena (or maybe blessed by Athena, not sure yet)who got separated from his sister after leaving the Lotus Casino. he's lost, scared and young. but he's going to make it out and find his sister, come what may. he's found by a weird boy with turquoise eyes that freak him out and a girl with unruly curly hair who looks like she knows everything. they look after him. he has a puppy crush on the boy - but he'll never, ever admit it. he sees them and decides that yes, these are the people he can depend on - and he'll grow up to be strong so they can depend on him too.

So it hurts when they reach Half-Blood Hill with their satyr - it hurts when Annabeth jumps to protect them, her new family - and dies for it. it's just more fodder for Percy's hatred because he loved that girl and now she's dead. nico mourns her like he mourns his sister, and he shares the grief that Percy holds. they start life at camp half-blood with a promise - i'll always be on your side.

@cceanvvaves @dreamboyinthedarkvoid @lovely-rants-alot @itsmylovedaydreamdreamdream @zufi @jerry-the-leech <- pjo mutuals that i remember ! i was Having Thoughts so here this is - feel free to ignore, sorry if i disturbed yall!!

[newbornmoon]

Captain Flint in Black Sails // The Priory of the Orange Tree

[yoiiyoii]

Yoriichi and Kokushibou are such good characters man. Keeps me coming back to Demon Slayer over and over. Just one brother, whose legacy lasted on for centuries, despite death, and another brother who could not leave anything behind.

And all their themes and motifs and parallels with characters like Muichiro and Tanjirou and Sanemi and Genya and Gyomei.... Insane how Gotouge wrote this within a third of a singular arc of KNY and yet encapsulates everything in the entire story all the way from Chapter 1 till the epilogue

[alxastrx]

When you're one of the most selfish mc who only saves people because it's part of a job you never wanted and did not get to chose or you would've died, who took your co-workers' morals and ideals because you didn't have any and desperately wanted to fit in somewhere, be it with the heroes or the villains, who's activelly haunted by one the most tragic past to have been created and suffer from a psychosis so bad (dare I say schizophrenia) that even your enemies acknowledged that you are mentally ill and objectively flawed in your judgement, never hesitated to try to kill anyone and has the most egoistic reason to be a good person but the fandom still thinks you're just a kind crybaby "I don't know what a gun is" homosexual twink.

[tategaminu]

Been thinking about this leaked scene

I'm 99% sure its 100% a Rayllum scene, there's Stella and Sneezles, adoraburrs which both Rayla and Callum love, flowers (romantic), a boat (Rayllum has an story with boats) and birds (Callum is a bird).

What if it's a little gesture from Rayla to cheer Callum up about the whole Katolis thing? maybe after Rayla gets unghosted she finally shows him the place just like she wanted two years ago and a boat ride is just one of the things you can do at The Silvergrove since it seems there's a lot of rivers in there.

It could be something made by Callum but considering she doesn't like water and gets seasick I doubt.

It could also definitely be something they both decide to do to have a little fun but I think it would be cute if Rayla planned it.

[neiljostensracooninstinct]

Aftg prequel and sequel....

I want the perfect court to start with Kevin, Jean and Neil playing together

and the queen's game to end with these three playing at the olympics.