#atlasforced

[astroliability]

'hey jim this? this current situation that we've gotten into? bullshit.'

@littlegynt

“ yeah, you think ?  ”  daylight spins through the dusk. they stand back to back, gunmar’s army closing in on them, wreathed in light. all the gumm gumms look eerie identical, glowing green. what had he expected ?  a bunch of stolen krubera ?  and he realizes, maybe that’s exactly what he had been expecting. it was so much easier to kill creatures that didn’t look like arrrgh!!!. 

he thrusts, runs his sword through a gumm gumm, watches it turn to frozen stone before him. a twisted satisfaction courses through him. the enemy presses in, and he backs up until his spine touches his brother’s armor.

“ bullshit. ”

every swing.

“ bullshit. ”

chest heaving, arms burning, glistening silver beneath the trolls’ blood that clung to cheek and chest. they were born to be warriors, these two, and right now, in the rush of battle, jim has never felt more alive.

“ every bit of it. heads up. ”

[domzalski-blog1]

@atlasforced - liked a starter call. ---

“Hey, Jim. Remember that time Blinky turned into a balding old dude? What it - hear me out - that kind of thing happened to us? Like, not turning into balding old dudes - we got like 40 years before that happens hopefully - but like, if we turned into trolls? Wouldn’t that be awesome?”

[astroliability]

atlasforced said: someone: wow jim ur so mature and reserved! very cool!                              jim: thanks, it’s the anxiety and depression. 

you’re not fuckign wrong i’m screaming that’s 100000% how it goes down tell me that’s not how it goes down

[astroliability]

from the roof, their legs dangling over the zenith, the sun rises glorious. the soft pink of its first rays chases off the night’s leftover fog, in soft, curling tendrils. jim leans his whole body against his brother’s, pops the tab of his soda, stares off across the endless woods behind their house at the edge of suburbia. like when he was a child, he wonders how far it goes, how far he could walk through it. he wants to know how long he can stand at the top of the world without crumbling. he wants to know how many burdens a hero can carry, for his sake. for his brother’s.

“ sometimes i’m pretty sure this is the most excitement i’d ever get out of life if we never found those amulets. i’m not exactly livin’ the teenage dream. you know me. damn. i know i’d be too scared to even come up here without you. ”  he’d been missing out on so much without his brother.

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[blownoffsa]

BODY ONCE TOLD ME

[astroliability]

atlasforced said: i want james to playfully beat him up but uhhh also isaac will totally kick his ass free of charge? 

here’s written permission for isaac to kick his ass. i’ll even pay

[seetheirsoul-a]

     ❛  i know what that was like. i used to be scared too. didn't know WHAT on earth i was doing. things got easier as time went by. you've got a lot more figured out than you think. you're doing a lot better than anyone should EXPECT of you. but i'm ... SORRY, about the hand the fates has played you. you should be able to CHOOSE if you want to answer the call of a hero. no one should be forced to do so.  ❜

      kubo's heart bleeds. it has been doing so since he was a child and turned his back on PERFECTION in favor of the warmth of a soul. he never regrets it. sometimes he aches, though. he will never be able to right all the wrongs of the world as he is. he cannot CHANGE people's fates when they are so set in stone. at least as a mortal he can feel sympathy and offer friendship when he cannot be a HERO. 

    ❛  what quest are you embarking upon now? let it be a SHARED burden between us.  ❜

starter call //@atlasforced

[astroliability]

atlasforced said: oh man it’s emo hour! jim is just…he’s so sad this poor kid. cooks so much so that the house will smell like a home. cleans up every morning so that he can have some semblance of normal. god help him

i’m glad we’re on  !! the Same page !!  it’s a heartbreaking page but nevertheless

jim, idealizing a perfect home that he can never have. he fills the house with the scent of fresh cooking, lets it waft up the stairs, hopes it will make his home feel inside of him like his home. he keeps a routine. he does everything he can to make those he loves feel at home in his home, and through that, he hopes, it will bleed back to him