Local Australian Man Fights God

Indie. Selective Jim Crocodile cook from yu-gi-oh gx

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"You're like a hot pocket with a body count."

"Mate, what on earth-"

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"My ass could be wider than the broadside of a barn and you would still miss the fucking roof throwing me. Damn thing is a hit and miss with like half the shit we do. This aint nothing. Worst comes to worst I get a bruised rib." DOES IT LOOK LIKE HE GIVES A FUCK ABOUT HIS PERSONAL SAFETY?

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"Judai I said no, mate. We're not doing it that way, I'll get a ladder or something if you really want to get up there."

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"Pussy."

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"I'd rather throw you in the middle of the lake again than throw you ontop of that roof"

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"Throw me like a bad lottery ticket. I want to see if there's some cards scattered up on the roof."

"Either that or we try from the cliff."

"No"

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Choco you

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Grroowwrrrr.

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"And if your aunt had balls, she'd be your uncle." Maybe the heat is kickin. Satan had to be sweating today.

"... What on fuckin earth are you talking about?"

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Do they understand how hard it is? To undo all that he's done? What he gave for the world? Just to be forgotten by it. His sacrifice that still left him with so many questions. The echoes hidden so deep in the earth that he himself couldn't find them even if he dug with his own calloused hands until they bled. Yet despite it all... "We're shattering the silence, we're rising, defiant Shouting in the quiet, "You're not alone". We listened to the demons, we let them get between us But none of us are out here on our own." Somehow. There was something waiting for him. He'd been content to fade away again, yet something dragged him along with the other. Reforging him, as if the other had thrown himself into the darkness that once consumed him, tore through them with a vigor that they couldn't overpower until a hand brushed against his own and pried him from the iron chain of fate. Pried him from it's hands and something new was born, challenging what had been laid in magics deeper than he could dare to utter from his own lips. "So we were cowards, so we were liars. So we're not heroes, we're still survivors.The dreamers, the fighters, no lying, I'm tired...but dive in the fire, and I'll be right here by your side." Perhaps he would be one of the few to truly understand the depths that threatened to swallow the other, just alike himself. A struggle that he'd broken free of in some spots, not truly, it still clung, the shackles trying to bind them both.

But there were others now. Those that could truly stand not just besides them but with them. An emotion he had cursed once, felt grateful for the loss of amongst so many others, it was easier to stop caring than it was to truly care. That alone holds more power than any he could have attempted to understand back then. There was something else, beyond just the shared goal. "We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back but now we're seeing all the beauty in the broken glass." Can he claim to be showing them the truth when it's still hidden. Is he ready to take that step forward? Can he change for the better? No. He wouldn't change for anyone. They didn't want to fix him. There's nothing to fix.

"The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony. My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like."

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"Why did I cover up the colors stuck inside my head? I should've let the jagged edges meet the light instead

Show me what's underneath, I'll find your harmony The song we couldn't write, this is what it sounds like"

Judai's head whipped around when a new voice joined their fray. He had seen for himself how the world changed for Haou. One that was cruel and forlorn, one that a farcry from the world that his husband had known and sacrificed himself for.

He for one wasn't going to let the other's sacrifice go to waste. Neither had wanted Haou to change, even as he stepped closer and closer. Jim knew there were things Lysander hadn't told even him. He'd seen enough of the looks he got, enough of the journal entries his other half had made for him.

They'd still try to find the castle that Lysander had once lost. The artifacts, despite the fact his name was truly lost to time... He'd find it, even if for the other's sake. He couldn't and wouldn't claim to know how far this lay, this deep rooted hurt. But he wanted to alleviate it the best that he could like a soothing balm to cracked skin.

No, fixing Haou and Lysander wasn't an option. He wasn't an object, not something to fix. Jim's calloused hand cupped Lysander's cheek, the other wrapping around his waist.

"We broke into a million pieces, and we can't go back But now I'm seeing all the beauty in the broken glass

The scars are part of me, darkness and harmony My voice without the lies, this is what it sounds like"

Haou, Lysander... Was like Kintsugi, and he'd stand by that to the very end. His husband was like the rest of them, beautifully flawed. Imperfect. ... Because that's all he needed to be.

Lysander

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Send me a ‘🎨’ for an aesthetic or mood collage for our muses. ↳ Julian (GX verse) @ Jim ( @archaicdiscovery )

I really liked this one, their aesthetics just mesh so well kujyhtgr I even photoshopped several things just to make it work XD

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He's just admiring him.

Its the early hours of the morning, surprisingly despite the birds starting to chirp outside... He himself doesn't move. The pitch black room that he'd all but collapsed into the night before was too comfortable.. Too familiar.... He'd gotten things done beforehand in his post nightmare haze.. So he could afford a little more sleep than he usually allowed himself.

Though he turns and buries himself into Haou's chest, wrapping his arm around his middle. He mumbles something before the edge of sleep washes over him again, comforted. Comfortable in this odd little space he never thought would bloom before.

"Iubirea mea... Dormi..."

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Landing on his feet, the cloak and armor fades from his body entirely as the shadows quickly take both. There is not a single ounce of hesitation in his step as the sovereign makes his way over to where his beloved and the youngster is. It's almost surprising how easily he crouches just slightly to be eye level with the little spitfire, his sharp features are still there but there is something else that shimmers in his eyes, curiosity? or perhaps wonder.

"Well hello there mică bucurie." A low hum resting in his throat as his gaze flickers up to Jim. "Seems we'll have our hands full then." An attempt to joke given the other did indeed have his arms full at the given moment.

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"We will definitely have our hands full." Jim chuckles, unsurprised by his love's actions as he places the child on his hip. "But I've babysat this tiny monster before. He likes helping with the chores." The little boop to the snoot makes the little one laugh and grab Jim's finger in retaliation. "Though I think he likes watching the Crocs do their thing"

"And I know we'll both do fine." Even as... The little one decides his finger was great to chew on. Luckily, its not too harsh. Then once again, the little one flails one hand toward Haou.

He wasn't too worried, last time he'd had Karen watch the little one while he did chores.. This time it would be a matter of taking turns doing chores and watching the child. .. They definitely had this.

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"....Why the fuck didn't you tell me the toddler was here-" d-did he just leap the fence...?

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"Aunt Lottie dropped him off a few minutes ago." Said child is squirming in Jim's hold, reaching out for Haou and making little grabby hand motions. "Said she'd be back tomorrow evening"

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"Please stop doing drugs, the children miss you"

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".................. ... how does that make up for anything"

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When the river runs dry and the curtain is called

How will I know if I can't see the bottom?

Come up for air and choke on it all

No one else knows that I've got a problem

What if I can't get up and stand tall?

What if the diamond days are all gone, and

Who will I be when the empire falls?

Wake up alone, and I'll be forgotten

And nobody told me I'd be begging for relief

When what is silent to you feels like it's screaming to me

Well, nobody told me I'd get tired of myself

When it all looks like heaven, but it feels like hell

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Oh! She's trying to make sure they don't fall. That would be bad, can't have the little laser lizard getting their little snout hurt. "Do they have a name yet??"

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"She does not." He muses, "If you have a name in mind I'm sure we can put it on her paperwork." The small Croc in her hands wiggled, making little noises as she did. Though it wasn't to be free, no. She wanted to exPLORE. Up her arm!