never trust a survivor

this would have been probably smarter to do before i got back here but i wanted to see if i actually feel like being here for more than a day. url stays the same so i’m @whattheflark. this blog here gets archived. i just don’t think there’s any chance for me to organize a seven year old blog in retrospective.

“The Sword and The Shield are symbols known throughout the universe, in thousands of cultures and in billions of tales. When I say you’re my ‘SWORD’ I don’t mean it in the Arthurian way. I mean you’re my power. My strength, my reach and my wrath in one form, acting in my stead… because a Goddess isn’t supposed to get her dress dirty fighting her own battles anymore.”

She missed the days of yore. When Zeus and Kratos roamed the realms, and anyone could catch a beating if they so deserved it. Now, she had to hide behind bureaucracy and proxies.

“It’s this philosophy I’ve adopted since I glowed up. My right and left hands, my shields and my swords… For reference, Quasar is a SHIELD. He’s kind and caring and lovely, whereas you will shoot first and have me ask questions later.”

Next Song? Two of Hearts.

“We’re headed to a splinter colony of Skrulls that don’t know Kly'bn is dead. I’m going to try to convince them to adjust their worship patterns to a living deity. I expect resistance, but nothing too crazy. Plus Halal~ Can’t forget about that.”

                 "I know what a metaphorical sword is, Ana. I just know you like being dramatic as well."

     Also, he's pretty sure he's none of these things. Not in a classical way at least — what she describes would mean he'd intent to stick around for long. Or belong to her starting cult — and frankly, he had enough to do with Gods for a lifetime to never worship any. Especially not the ones just commandeering the audio output to whatever music she deemed fit for a background soundtrack.

                 "Sure you do. It'd be crazy to just send a decree or something like a normal person. We're going to do it complicated. Not that you ever asked me nicely."

     Her definition of 'nothing crazy' was sometimes a little — different from what another person might label such. Again, dramatic. And he most, most certainly doesn't love her enough to get killed for her in some religious debate.

物の哀れ mono no awaremono no aware, literally ‘the pathos of things’, refers to the awareness of impermanence and a poignant feeling of transience in the passing of lives and objects, expressed in Japanese art for example by falling blossoms, the changes of the moon and the passing of the seasons. mono no aware is felt by the ‘heart-mind’ (the Japanese word ‘kokoro’ means both heart and mind) as it experiences something singular. The overall impact of this aesthetic principle is to recognize the impermanence of everything that exists and to create a deeper connection with it because of its fleeting nature, appreciating the bittersweet beauty of change in itself.

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                     ❝   𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐄𝐗𝐈𝐒𝐓𝐒  𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆  that cannot be broken.   ❞       be it something so fragile as an oath ,  or the very fabric of reality itself  -  the titan has known  &  committed both with little regret.    previously paying the half - terran little notice ,  he turns to the little thing with a glint of wry amusement.       ❝   indeed ,  you would know all about breaking oaths ,  quill.   no ?   or trust in general.   consider me impressed the kyln doesn’t exhibit your name again.   ❞

@whattheflark​ said :  ❛ There is no such thing as an oath that can not be broken. ❜

                 "Whatever it takes to do what has to be done, when it needs to be done. Thought you'd understand that point of view."

     Not a confession of guilt or anything of sorts, although in a way it is. He isn't about to deny it — a lie is only of use if the other party doesn't know or suspect they are being lied to, and there is nothing to be gained from it, either. Wasted energy and effort in the best of cases.

hi, i’m myles, they/them, asexual genderfluid sapphic/enbian with unmedicamented adhd so my mind is as cluttered as my blog, i’ve been around this blog for seven years with long breaks in between, and i’m not uuhhhh very fond of the mcu version of my son. 

“Mm, definitely not true.” She smiled, leaning back in her seat so she could track him as he stalked toward his warm broth. “If there’s one thing you can expect of Peter Quill, it’s that he will be dishonest to mortal opposition, but unflinchingly honest toward the ‘right’ move.”

'Right’ in the subjective, selfish sense. Certainly not in the moral sense of the word. No, morals were foreign to both of their decision engines. That’s why they were buddies~

“You’ll recognize them, immediately, my love. They’ll be the ones not prostrating themselves before me.” The arrival of a NEW GOD was often met with dissent. Such was life, and death in this case, she’d stopped batting her eyes about it.

“If anyone asks, when we arrive, you’re a SWORD of Balance. It should offer you protection at first.”

     Hey, he had morals — even very precise ones, they were just a little bit... to the left. On paper, most people would agree — the needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few — it's just that most people wouldn't be able to make the choices to ensure that, and then paint him with the guilt for it. It's always easier to see what's lost than what's saved. At least that usually means there are people to blame him.

     He's not discussing that now, though. She already tells him often enough he's too — what was the term she used? Killing her vibe? That, then. It didn't matter right now.

     Or ever.

                 "Swords? What's everyone's obsession with swords? I'm not learning to use one for you, before you ask. Not even symbolically."

     You think lack of depth perception is shit when shooting? Try up close. No thanks.