Shining Light

idk my dudes i started listening to the etern.als theme music and now i have these things. bon appetit!

“ i’d follow you to the ends of the universe, if you asked me to. ”

“ how bad is it this time? ”

“ we’re the only thing standing between this world and its destruction. ”

“ we could stop all of this… with just a thought/flick of my wrist. “

“ fair?! how is any of this fair?! “

“ do you truly believe that anything so little as a rule, or a law, might have stopped me from protecting you? “

“ we have to fight. ”

“ we’re not giving up. ”

“ you. i’ll always and endlessly fight for you. “

“ i can wait a thousand lifetimes for you. “

“ we’ve had a pretty good life. but maybe normalcy is a thing we’re meant to protect, rather than enjoy. ”

“ i don’t know if i can protect you any longer. “

“ we’ve seen what they’re capable of. now we need to retaliate. “

“ if only the world knew what we do for them… ”

“ i’m sick and tired of being the one who has to make the sacrifices! ”

“ haven’t we lost enough? ”

“ i’m tired. beyond tired… i am exhausted from the endless fighting. ”

“ things must be catastrophic if you’re calling me at this hour. ”

“ this is what we’ve been waiting for. ”

“ i’d follow you to the bitter end; as i always have. ”

“ the time has come. ”

“ this is what we’ve been waiting for. ”

“ i thought we had more time.  i regret to confess… it appears that i was wrong. ”

“ don’t let them control you, eh? ”

“ you’re better than this. ”

“ everything’s about to change… ”

“ do you truly think so little of me? ”

“ careful… you’ve never had to fight me before. ”

“ we need to leave. ”

“ we’re a good team, you know. “

“ look around you. do you still truly see no reason for us to fight? “

“ we’re family. we don’t turn our backs on each other. “

“ it’s too late! let’s go! ”

“ it wasn’t your fault… ”

“ why are you doing this?! ”

“ i’m sorry… “

“ perhaps i don’t say it enough, but… i’d like you to know that i’m always here, if you ever wanted to talk. ”

“ you/they will always be worth fighting for. ”

“ don’t pretend like you understand. “

“ tell me how i can fix this… ”

“ don’t say it. ”

“ they’re not worth saving. ”

“ i am a god. you… you’re nothing. “

back to admire your handiwork? returning to the scene of the crime?

there’s an infinite amount of hope, but not for us!

wonderland has become quite strange. how is one to find her way?

what you claim not to know is merely what you’ve denied.

i was expecting someone else!

the real world is not so “wonderful”. you’ll need to grow up.

don’t piss on what’s right and owing to me!

is sanity required for the job?

the uninformed must improve their deficit, or die

a reflection sometimes exposes more reality than the object it echoes.

i can’t say i’m surprised you’ve been incarcerated in the asylum again.

a good guest does not overstay, a perfect guest stays home!

only a few find the way, some don’t recognize it when they do—some don’t ever want to…

why would i do that?

problems you refuse to deal with don’t exist! you deny reality!

i’ve not come back here looking for a fight.

you shouldn’t ask questions you know the answer to, it’s not polite.

who set that bloody train in motion? where has it come from?

i’d like to forget what you did. i’ve tried, but i can’t.

there is no method in this madness!

don’t try to bully me. i’m very much on edge!

my alabaster skin needs protection from the disgusting creatures running amok amidst the environs.

only the insane equate pain with success.

you allow others to tell you what isn’t real.

what does she know that i don’t?

you look decent enough. but appearances deceive.

where should i go, then? what should i do?

another day, a different dream perhaps.

time changes us all.

choose your battles wisely.

my head’s exploded and there’s a steam hammer in my chest!

one can’t always do as one would like. i would have thought you’d know that by now.

i’ve managed without you so far.

i’ll frighten myself when necessary, thank you very much.

i know you for being an unstable and violent person!

only fools believe that suffering is just wages for being different.

my memories make me vomit.

we can’t go home again.

you don’t know your own mind!

we’re at risk here. you, be on your guard.

recovering the truth is worth the suffering.

you’re as randomly lethal and entirely confused as you ever were.

authority must be obeyed, or it must be overthrown!

you’re a killer! the mastermind of a criminal enterprise.

i know i’m guilty of something, but punishment hardly ever suits the victims of a crime.

the only way in is through me. sacrifices must be made.

everything is better with bacon, don’t you agree?

the world is upside-down.

you’ve recaptured your vagrant memories. what are you doing with them?

i’ll call if i need you.

a secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another.

it’s not a dream. it’s a… memory. and it makes me sick!

you’ve used me and abused me, but you will not destroy me!

i think you’re more to their taste.

what? there’s no hope, then?

the cost of forgetting is high.

if fear paralyzes you… we’re lost.

make your survival mean something, or we are all doomed!

memories must be strictly managed, unproductive ones must be eliminated.

i was hoping to escape all that!

i’m not insane! i didn’t kill my family. i am fine. i’m not mad. i am innocent, i mean, not guilty!

different denotes neither bad nor good, but it certainly means not the same.

this is good for me.

ah it’s you again

my wonderland is shattered. it’s dead to me.

forgetting pain is convenient, remembering it: agonizing.

who knows how to measure rules?

i’m in hell!

i know their pain.

i may survive here, but you’re finished!

is there really so little hope?

i’ll show you the meaning of “sacrifice!”

every picture tells a story. sometimes we don’t like the ending. sometimes we don’t understand it.

if i had the time, i’d detail how often you prefer dealing with illusions rather than the real thing.

not all change is good!

who benefits from your madness?

forgetting’s just forgetting, except when it’s not. then they call it something else.

i believe i know that way and i’d rather not travel further along it.

cynicism is a disease!

my professional opinion? madness is often a treatable disease, though perhaps not in this case.

the past must be paid for.

is it mad to pray for better hallucinations?

memory is a curse more often than a blessing.

at least the place i’ve landed is somewhat familiar

i know what’s real!

i’d hoped you were more courageous!

shame on you. you made a promise!

every adventure requires a first step. trite, but true, even here.

you’re a distant and stubborn child, too content in your own world.

i deserve consideration, don’t i?

you did a few errands, got your hands dirty. big deal.

abandon that hope!

i’d need a better reason to respond than what’s currently on offer!

“cruel to be kind”, that’s my technique as they say.

come to receive your punishment then?

threats, promises and good intentions don’t amount to action.

when you’re not on edge, you’re taking up too much space.

those who witness abuse without seeking retribution for the harm pay a penalty.

can you give me more than a warning?

“flight or fight” implies a permanent choice, but “flight” often just means putting the fight off to another day.

starters: samurai jack II ACCEPTING!!! II @gcldhero​​ said: ❝ I am not intimidated by your shouting. ❞

“Aaaaaan’ I’m not intimidated by that awful hair cut ya got goin’, darlin’.”

Was that too rude? Probably. She didn’t care. Too many superheroes carried this mask of authority she didn’t enjoy and no matter what magical supernatural power they obtained (or were born with), it was no excuse to pick on the non-super powerful of the world. 

Arms crossed, looking displeased by the appearance of the superhero, she keeps a fair distance from the man in gold, knowing this could get badly for obvious reasons.

This one had some nerve, didn’t she? Goldheart sighed, always the hard way with villains, although this one he’d never heard of; possibly some petty criminal. Either way, he wasn’t too worried.

“I would give you a lecture about taking things that don’t belong to you, villain, but I’m really hoping you don’t need one.” he closed a bit of the distance between him, ready for anything she would throw at him, and at the same time, not anticipating much at all. 

Why did they have him doing grunt work? Wasn’t robbery Vanity’s beat? Somewhere, a lonely monster was probably attempting to destroy a city. It needed his company far more than this lady.

          after  his  second  failed  attempt ,  she  makes  it  a  point  to  maneuver  behind  him.  her  eyes  skimming  the  outlines  in  the  mud ,  looking  for  SOMETHING  familiar.  she  briefly  takes  note  of  the  growing  pairs  of  eyes  that  stared  down  on  them ;  heaven  forbid  people  MIND  THEIR  BUSINESS. 

          “    can  you  gimme  like      ONE  MINUTE    ?    this’ll  only  take  a  second.    ”

          she  really  hoped  she  was  gonna  be  able  to  sneak  down  here  unseen ,  with  body  already  being  taken  to  the  coroner  and  the  cops  stuffing  their  faces  with  donuts.  it  should’ve  only  taken  her  FIVE  minutes  to  find  her  night  light ;  but  no.  the  HERO  just  had  to  show  up  and  make  a  big  fuss  out  of  the  situation  didn’t  he    ?

“Ha, well, sorry kid but-” he grabbed her arm, perhaps a bit too roughly, yanking her back away from the giant dirt pile, “I really don’t have a minute.” the displeasure was clear in his voice, all pretense of being a benevolent protector dropped. He wanted to get her out and then be on his way.

Since when did saving someone require a ‘please’? Didn’t kids have any manners?