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#sunset. ( out of character )#HEY #.... i will try to be active soonish and i will sit my backside down to reply to y'all IMs #all i gotta do is get through this months work and ?? Freedom Potentially??#i even wrote a schedule ok #HOPE Y'ALL DOIN FINE #posts this and then immediately goes bed

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i’m not gonna be here to do replies / talk on ims (though you might see me reblog aes / musing stuff or lurk) over the weekend ‘cause I got stuff to do that i’ve been putting off (not Bad stuff) and I really need to get my arse into gear to be productive.

in other news i’ve been playing injustice 2 recently, i’m so trash with fighting games and i have 0 idea of the properties the characters are from but black adam is pretty cool

#for the glory of merlin daylight is queued to command

kookooroobi

#the sun does rise and with it my sword ( aesthetic )

in other news i’ve been playing injustice 2 recently, i’m so trash with fighting games and i have 0 idea of the properties the characters are from but black adam is pretty cool

#sunset. ( out of character )#i dont know who he is but he has the Large Ham and i'm a sucker for those hammy characters #i'll reblog this a few times over the weekend im not ignoring y'all i just got STuff to do #sans the injustice 2 bit thats just for this ppost #theres chewing the scenery and then there's literally Throwing the scenery at people and thats all i would say to describe black adam

peshawar2quetta-deactivated2017

#the sun does rise and with it my sword ( aesthetic )

yayoroses

#the sun does rise and with it my sword ( aesthetic )#with the world on his young shoulders there are times for thoughts ( musing )

paganhien

Lake family and Strickler

#zeus ( walt stricklander )#young atlas ( james lake jr )#clymene ( barbara lake )#THE FAM!!#look at em...

me: ok lets do some starters

short starter: ok but this puts too much pressure on the other person to pick up the slack or make them engage you when you were supposed to engage them especially if it’s not just simple character interaction

long starter: ok but if you were going to pull a plot from your ass why didnt you consult the other person first because this inherently could be a form of godmodding or leading or trying to control the entire thread

#sunset. ( out of character )#I'M ROASTING MYSELF #honestly the Struggle with starters for me but you know me #i'm 100% open to IM discussing our thread and if anything i wrote is a Mmm nope then tell me

With each lead they followed up, they were met with more and more dead-ends and brick walls. Jim was pushed to the point of frustration. Time was valuable and with every day spent -- sometimes, multiple, or weeks on false hope, the risk grew. He’d gone from meticulously following each and every thread to now the extreme.

He’d heard the rumours, of course. How exaggerated they were, he didn’t know. But there was a collector, to put it nicely. Of fine things -- treasures. Not quite unlike Gatto, but, Jim prayed this antiquarian (was it right to call her as such?) did not keep her valuables stashed in her belly. Or that she was not literally mountain-sized.

The Eye of Gunmar was a lost relic. A lost treasure, one could say. Stolen out from the Krubera’s guard. If Gatto didn’t have it, then perhaps it ended up in her hands instead. It was the most logical place to start, aside from a blind, wild hunt.

So he’d gotten NotEnrique to spread rumours within the circle of changelings still believing he was working as a mole about the Trollhunter wanting to meet with her. That he had something extraordinarily valuable he’d be willing to part with. After all, who could resist the Amulet of Merlin equipped with the Birthstone and Killstone already?

Jim waited at the meeting place -- a secluded, shaded area of the forest, away from prying eyes -- and hoped that she could not.

@rubyheist

#teen hermes; speed on ahead into the dark. refuse to be dewinged. ( verse ii. )#ok i hope this is okay and works as a starter!!#the idea is there..#.. again sorry foR LENGTH

“You know, I kinda miss the call to arms that were like.. pest control. All this research into the stones, the amulet itself.. it’s tiring.”

Still, Blinky’s library was a welcome sight to sore eyes in Trollmarket. Once he’d stepped into the area proper, he peeled off Merlin’s broach from his armour and let it disperse back into the artefact. He felt like he had to walk around the market in it, similar to how a police officer wears a uniform. Metal, no matter how much forged from pure light, was heavy.

Jim was alone for a change, which was a rarity. Claire was pre-occupied with some community event that her mother dragged her to because of the campaign and Toby had his scheduled dentist’s appointment. The Trollhunter was left to fend for himself.

Not entirely himself. He offered a short smile to his mentor, sinking to the floor where the multiple book stacks lay, it might as well have been a throne.

“You should tell me now if there’s anything more dangerous in the world than Gunmar, because I’m going to be pretty beat after we’ve dealt with him.” A pause. “But.. first things first, I guess. We’ve still got Strickler and Rot to worry about..”

@notbadforahistorian

#teen hermes; speed on ahead into the dark. refuse to be dewinged. ( verse ii. )#notbadforahistorian #sorry for the length u dont have to match it

strictler:

“Trolls?”

He hadn’t expected it.

What to say. Every day that passed, he would get closer to learning about Killahead Bridge. Every day he was Trollhunter, he would get closer to knowing about Gunmar, Gumms-Gumms, changelings—and one wrong move, by him or anyone else, and Jim would know that in the dead of night when everyone slept, blissfully unaware, his own teacher had glowing yellow eyes, horns, and a starved warlord aching to break free.

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Jim expected many things after the exclaimed repetition of ‘Trolls?’ left his teacher’s lips. A strong affirmation that he would go directly to his mother about it, an utterance of disbelief and ridicule, yet none of that compared to the hopeful one that he had centered in his mind: Understanding.

He released a slow exhale of breath he didn’t realize he was holding when it appeared that Strickler seemed to.. believe him. If not the supernatural existence of trolls -- but the fact there was very real stress and pressure on him. His body looked like it deflated with the minor relief. He had to admit, there was a childish part of him that thought the world would’ve imploded the second he revealed ‘The Secret.’

Jim felt the need to still add in; “ -- You know I’m not being, like.. metaphorical, right? There are actual, literal, trolls.” Yes, he’d made that point quite clear, any louder and certainly the loitering students outside the class would’ve heard. But he knew if anyone had come to him about such a thing, before the amulet, he’d have thought them, well. Over-stressed.

“In any case.. even if I am overwhelmed or have other obligations, the relevance escapes them.” To quote Blinky, he thinks. “ -- I mean, I do what I can and I’m trying. I’m really trying -- but I.. I think my best is not enough and I’m going to end up..”

Killed or dead wouldn’t be wise words to use. He swallows thickly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other and tugs on his bag’s strap. “Well, you’re right, in that if I don’t help myself then I’m not much use to anyone. I just.. don’t really know how to help myself, I guess..”

#a young icarus; dawn-chaser; reaching for the scorching sun. ( verse i. )#long post #jim is already got that old man beard going by the time he Finally told strickler: get off my lawn #blease strickler protect me with ur knives by trying to kill me

grcwingstrcng:

What had happened to ‘the dog ate my homework’, or ‘I found money on the floor and went to buy ice-cream’ as excuses? Not that the girl approved of either, but they couldn’t exactly be upfront about all the troll business.

Claire watches the changes in his expression with interest, a smile on her face.“I think Arcadia has enough going on. The Bratva might be a bit too much to handle,” she says, her hand gently resting on the boy’s forearm. “How about you just say I asked you to help me with my lines for this year’s play?”

“You think so?” he asked, tone trying to pass off as innocent and full of genuine curiosity, when he knew it was full of cheek. His hand instinctively raised to settle over her own, thumb slipping under to her palm and squeezing very gently. His hands were warm and rougher than he’d liked, but he was still soft in his actions. “Y’think the Bratva’s the straw that’d break the camels back? I mean, Arcadia’s survived Bular. Angor Rot.”

Jim shuffled just a touch closer to her. Just a smidgen. It was weird to think that all they had gone through, he was still so shy and bashful about her. But how could he help it? She was just.. perfect. He cleared his throat, a light flush settling over his cheeks.

“ -- That, uh, excuse might be better.” A pause. “What is this year’s school play anyway? We did Romeo and Juliet already -- oh, don’t tell me. It’s Hamlet, isn’t it.”

#boy atlas; you refuse to be unmade. you have rethought your genesis. ( verse iv. )

dayspriing:

LIKE THIS POST: if you give me permission to write you a starter at any point, be it now or in the near future, even points that might seem “random.” as well as the opportunity to slam dunk into your IMs to discuss plots, or just throw something up and see what sticks to the wall!

#permanent starter call

hey.. to all my mutuals that i’ve never spoke to or roleplayed with but i see on the dash or maybe u see me posting on the dash.. y’all doing great.. love u.

#sunset. ( out of character )#and come rp with me already #taps watch like judge judy #but nah i might reblog my perma starter call? see what i can do..

motiya

#the sun does rise and with it my sword ( aesthetic )

anamorphosis-and-isolate

#the sun does rise and with it my sword ( aesthetic )#with the world on his young shoulders there are times for thoughts ( musing )

pessimisticandrealistic

softness means strength. for staying soft in a world like ours means that all the evil couldn’t change who you truly are.

e.s. // softness. (via pessimisticandrealistic)

#with the world on his young shoulders there are times for thoughts ( musing )

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