Atlas! ☆

Hi! I'm Atlas. I like writing, and I'm writing a fantasy series about religion, dead people, and political ideologies. Because my dead folks fight, I have to plan out weapons to fit characters. How hard! I know, I know. So, never fear! I will help.

Butler with a serving tray as a shield.

Teacher with a pencil themed spear (you know, those big pencils. Use them as a spear!)

A young child holding a comically large weapon.

Visually impaired/blind character with an eye themed weapon.

DID person with multiple weapons for each alter (alter? personality? part? I'm trying, I'm sorry.)

Tall person using a short person as a weapon (last resort: my short boyfriend!)

Baseball player using a bat as... a bat (lovely!)

World domination.

Mute person using slurs in sign language (bonus points if the character is a child showing a grown adult 🖕)

Batman figurine. Nothing more. Nothing less. Grown adult using the Batman figurine.

Wondering my will to live

Long, long ago,

in a tale of one who wanted to go,

lived a girl with a heart of gold.

Her mother, so poor and so old

was destined to fall.

As the girl grew up in a town of all,

she became a bard

in the King's yard.

Time flew by,

she had nothing to buy.

As the King became a tyrant

she became so silent.

The young girl was fired

But a old gentleman made sure she was hired.

Into the old antique store, she lived and worked.

Her past with evil still lurked.

She had enough one day.

"I'm sorry," she sighed and turned away,

as she grabbed the drink.

With one last blink,

she gulped it down

and she had her hallucinations of the King with a crown.

To my future sons,

Please do not pretend to be the sun.

You may burn others

or the people's mothers.

Ton my daughters,

You may think you are lambs to the slaughter.

The young girl,

was not an earl.

But, the people loved her.

Yet her life was a blur.

So don't become the woman