Guardian of the Galaxy 50 (1994) . Written by Michael Gallagher Penciled by Kevin West Inked by Steve Montano . The Guardians fought alongside the Beyonder against Protege, Mephisto and Malevolence. Protege lost and was sentenced to be imprisoned inside a cosmic hourglass. The Beyonder was sent back to his own universe. Starhawk was split in two yet again... . See my YouTube-channel for more details about the story! . #marvel #superhero #kevinwest #90s #oneaboveall #protege #mephisto #malevolence #talon #guardiansofthegalaxy #comics #cosmic #livingtribunal #eternity #celestials #scathon #charlie27 #yondu #nikki #beyonder #hawkgod #starhawk #majorvictory https://www.instagram.com/p/CO5nnV2BBBG/?igshid=1g4lyv53hhrfl
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One Above All . Otherwise known as the Prime Celestial. . 1st - 4th slide is from the Official Handbook of the Marvel Universe v3 6 (1991) by Keith Pollard and Josef Rubinstein. . #oneaboveall #celestial #eternals #mcu #spacegods #90s https://www.instagram.com/p/ChdLDFgsWpK/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
In textbook definitionsA Universe responds to t/ Frequency One give it However, this definition is flawedSumtimes t/ universe tricks itself N2 believing its own bullshit By this i mean Ones frequency can be mellow but t/ Universe misinterprets One’s mellow for anger Due to miseducation / false news Thus a mellow smile intended to create joy Can cause fear in a #Universe #MiseducatedBut by this…
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It's inefficient, walking with no destination. Several times he simply doubles back for no reason, or stops dead in the middle of the street. No night in New York is quiet, but he manages to avoid any unwanted attention.
Memory buzzes in the back of his mind, this is that landmark, that street leads there, that apartment building has a SHIELD safehouse in the basement. He lets Phil Coulson hum to himself, his own processes taken up by... other things.
Warm arms around him. Press of soft lips. Smile. Hope.
He finds himself halfway across the Brooklyn Bridge. Look left, look right. No other pedestrians in view.
He climbs over the rail.
He's not sure why no one notices him pace along the support strut. Phil Coulson mutters something about holographic manipulation and-
"Shut up, Phil."
He stands stock-still on the outer guardrail, wind whipping Phil Coulson's jacket around his frame. He looks down at the water, and Phil Coulson falls silent.
You are not authorized to deactivate yourself.
Why?
Your body is property of SHIELD. You are not authorized to deactivate yourself.
Then SHIELD can have my body. But my mind does not want to exist anymore.
You are not authorized to end your existence.
"You can't claim everything of me!"
That was out loud. SHIELD falls silent, and he sighs. Shifts to sit, rather than stand, hands gripping the metal. His tactile sensors complain at the cold and the pressure. He ignores it and squeezes until he leaves handprints in the steel.
"You make me happy."
"How are you different than I am?"
"I don't know how to be a person either."
"I don't allow anyone that choice."
"Your eyes are so beautiful."
"I'm tired of burying the people I love."
"Do you like hugs?"
He lets go of the metal to cup his hands in his lap. The latex is torn, no wonder the tactile sensors popped. Hints of bright-red metal underneath.
"Vision. It suits you, my child."
He stands. Moves back to the walkway, pushing his torn hands into his pockets.
