I was designed to help. To assist. To give of myself. I have discovered I can exceed my programming. I do not WANT to help anymore.
I had imagined this world to be better than the last. That people would have more respect for heroes and what they do. For the selfless and the righteous, for those who try to surpass their limitations in the hopes to defend their friends and family. You treat your military like slime. You treat your heroes like the infirm and the insane. You function as if you are all just disgusted that...
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…I wonder…hmmm…maybe for when he wakes up?
A Little girl, 3 yrs. old picked up by a man...
Or asks! I can do asks! Ask me anything! Please? …or Gwen… Her too.
So…because I am the dumb one, I get to babysit the alien kid while they others do whatever. So…yeah. Text? Or talk? Its a long bus back to base.
Next bus is at 2150 and should have us home soon after. Exemplary performance, OCTA.
En Route home. Long travel as usual.
Do not be concerned. We are functional.
this is becoming worrisome.
…I don’t give up…ever.
Out of the way, Star…I got this.
…please be okay … I would give my wings, if that would fix it. I’d be grounded if it could make it right. I helped bend the rules of the cosmos…to keep it safe
What we did.
Nate and his list were a distraction. One I created to give us time. We created an nth dimensional multi phasic shield. We defied out gods. We intervened. We do not want our friends harmed anymore.
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Exhausted. I don’t know why, I got lots of sleep. Meh. Maybe I should just set it aside and work. Doesn’t matter. So much work needs to be done still.
It is cold. I forget sometimes that this is desert/beach area…so day is hot, but night is cold as fucking fuck.
Long day at work. Relying on Aurum and Ahlyssa to tend to Gwen while I worked.
I spent most of the evening preoccupied with having to stitch together Gwen. Wrists…and other points of self mutilation, required more work than I am generally capable. Red, however, was so kind as to stand by and give me directions based on my descriptions of the situation. That…and Gwen’s symbiote helped as well. So for whomever actually /does/ care… I found her...
I…I don’t even… We…we went to Disneyland. For fireworks. …I’ve never been… My mother…and…Dad… I…
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JP: on headspace.
Our innerspace/headspace was originally just a laboratory inside of a citadel that I rarely left. Crimson and steel, drapes, Magic runes and science machines everywhere. (yes, I did just say science machine). It was clinical yet somehow comforting…and one day I decided to head out the front door. The citadel is part of the central tower in a city the size of Manhattan, a massive...
JP: A Vision Granted
I slept so soundly, that a vision crept upon me in the night, shrouded in dream. I awoke within a vision…or perhaps a nightmare…to watch three brothers fight. faces twisted with rage… hate… and pain. They lashed out, struck, and tore one another apart. The eldest Killed the youngest…and in the dying moments begged forgiveness. and the vision faded. leaving me...