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Get a load of this M O N S T E R .

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          ALL THIS DOUBT IS                                     CREEPIN’ IN

                          INSIDE OUT ,   I     S H E D    MY SKIN

                                ( CAN YOU   HEAR     THE   DRUMMING ? )

                      THERE’S A REVOLUTION COMING .  

                                               RULES / VERSE

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guess who is coming back !!!

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* (  𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐃𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐀𝐁𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐀 /  𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

These may have been edited for clarity or length or to better apply for roleplaying.

❛ I didn’t know you were a fan of horror movies. ❜

❛ Who doesn’t enjoy a good scare every now and again? Especially this time of year. ❜

❛ Ritual sacrifice. It’s slightly different. ❜

❛ There’s no flying in my life without you. ❜

❛ The only person you’re gonna scare is yourself! ❜

❛ This has to be our little secret, okay? ❜

❛ I got you something. ❜

❛ I love you, NAME. ❜

❛ All women are taught to fear power. Own it. ❜

❛ Oh, you had me at boys to torment. ❜

❛ Are you going to do something here? ❜

❛ You’re a rebel, NAME. It’s how I like my witches. ❜

❛ I’m done being a coward. ❜

❛ It’s not a tornado that’s coming. It’s something much much worse. ❜

❛ The witches are coming. ❜

❛ You’re cold. ❜

❛ Will you stay with me? ❜

❛ That sounds like a dream. ❜

❛ You don’t know what I’m capable of. ❜

❛ Hi there. ❜

❛ How did you get in here? ❜

❛ You’re only supposed to start missing things after you’ve said goodbye to them, right? ❜

❛ Just promise me you’ll be careful. ❜

❛ Can we take a rain check? ❜

❛ I don’t want to lose you, too. ❜

❛ That wasn’t so bad in the end. ❜

❛ And what time will we be spell-casting? ❜

❛ They would be so proud of you. ❜

❛ Everything has a price. ❜

❛ So dramatic. ❜

❛ I’m dying for a warm buttermilk bath. And a plate of macaroons. ❜

❛ I can get behind that. ❜

❛ I can see things, things I shouldn’t be able to. ❜

❛ You’re a terrible liar. ❜

❛ I’m so sorry. ❜

❛ You have to go. ❜

❛ You’ve done enough. ❜

❛ You lied to me. You did the one thing I told you not to do. ❜

❛ We have a big problem! ❜

❛ I’ve done something rather impulsive. ❜

❛ The best and worst things  happen in the shadows. ❜

❛ You changed your hair. ❜

❛ What if we start over? ❜

❛ I don’t think that’s such a good idea. ❜

❛ I don’t know if it’s safe for me to be around you. ❜

❛ I love you too much to risk anything bad happening to you. ❜

❛ Can I have one last kiss? ❜

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ROCKET *:

          In truth, he’s not surprised to hear no as an answer. He would’ve been more surprised had she said “yes.” As if coming to a whole new timeline and having a crisis on what path to take next came easy to her. Or anyone for that matter. Rocket just nods silently and downs his shot. He had been trying to cut back on drinking since everyone’s demise, and while he was wasn’t completely clean, he was far better than how he used to be.

          The question returned to him leaves him unsure on how to answer. In truth, with the return of his family, things seemed to have turned for the better. He had almost everything he lost returned to him. Everything except her. The one who understood him above all else. Who knew what it was like to be torn apart and reassembled. To be turned into a weapon against your will. And above all else, the one who never called him animal names like everyone else did, after that night in the bar when she realized it bothered him. 

          It was the first time someone else other than Groot took mind to how he felt. 

          “’M alright.” Plain. Simple. No explanation. “Hope things get easy for ya…might take a bit but…they will.”

          She gave it thought.     PAUSE    lingering in her chest                a predator aiming to strike the prey.         In the    t i c k i n g      of that moment, she raises the glass to her lips. With a long sip, swallowing molten liquid down her throat, she weighs her move with caution. REGRET   is home in her sigh.                  “I need a job,”       she explains haphazardly. Spares him no glance. Doesn’t feel the need to when the hunk of metal she flew in on lay among a scrap heap in some junkyard.    Work for units was    pathetic    among the district they were in. 

       Some thought goes into just    TAKING    what she wants , but there’s hesitance in action.

                                                                    He is the first. 

          Words simple and to the point, not drawing her to be what he wants to remember. He doesn’t speak up for her to remind her of what she’s  not. Treats her for who she is. She’s buying her luck on the  GALAXY’S  back                                   but even that only goes so far.

                                                          Her units are running low.

                                      “                without   Quill  and the  others  . “    It’s nonnegotiable. Dry among her lips and gravel against her tongue. Sentiment  &  nostalgia too high from them. She’s on edge with their intent. A distrust that reassurance cannot wash away. Cruel hands are all she’s ever known                use or be used in a universe of competition.  She   refuses    to be the next pawn in someone else’s game. 

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PETER QUILL *​  :

THIS IS WHAT SHE LIKES          about him,       or she used to like,       or somehow never got a chance to like about him.       as hellbent as he is on recovering his family at full,       the Star-Lord erodes day by day,       doubt dwelling within       (       it’s impossible to tell behind that facade of bravery       &       CONFIDENCE,       that a man like him can feel such thing       ).       he’d already done his research on alternatives.       to the edge of the galaxy he’s been to       &       back with empty hands.       there’s no way to restore memories of a person she never was.       perhaps she       COULD       find her alignment with the guardians once more,       maybe…       maybe       SHE COULD LOVE HIM AGAIN       the way he still loves her.

it’s a weird position to be in.       he thinks he knows her well       &       she has no clue about him.       a mere first impression of a team full of misfits aimlessly trying to       PRETEND       to be something they are not.       that’s what they seem like,       the leader knows.       it’s because they’re supposed to look that way.       

being underestimated is a layer of protection for a group with endless power that comes from their connections to one another.       they’re a lethal bunch,       however in this moment,       they are incomplete.       the edge of the blade caressing his skin with its breeze is nothing to the hybrid.        if anything,       he feels at home seeing the threat in the dark eyes of the zen whoberian.       PROXIMITY OF DEATH       is what makes him thrive.       Peter doesn’t flinch as the assassin makes an attempt to intimidate him,       or whatever it is she’s trying to do.

it isn’t enough to shake him.          

❛          i won’t have a different answer every time you ask that question.       ‘s always gonna be the same one                              ❜          he’s thrown back against the bark of a tree that tickles him through his sturdy jacket.       it’s not fear in his glance,       it’s a tinge of exhaustion       &       desperation.          ❛          YOU’RE MY FAMILY…       even if i’m not yours.          ❜          the way those words burn against his tongue,       akin to rotten fruit,        reminiscent of guilt that eats him alive in the dark corners of his mind for those he was too late to save.       he doesn’t want her to be one of them.          ❛          you belong with      US,       Gam.       why don’t you hear me a out a sec       ?      whaddya have to lose       ?          ❜  

          it makes her falter.   for a split second , victim to a heart beat , there’s a moment when her eyes fail the heat of anger.  fleets to something softer she was once akin to in her youth   ( and perhaps even the present self they knew )           and she’s     V U L N E R A B L E    before her teeth grit and she shoves harder against him.    HARD ENOUGH    to push that feeling of sentiment away.       she’s lost more in her head, staggering through the mazes of what she’s become in ( p r e s e n t )  self.   hearing the stories of who she is     supposed    to be than who she is    now. 

           there’s a low growl before she grunts,  BREATH  left heated to sting against his face in how she lingers. she seeks the true intent he holds within.      S E A R C H E S    aimlessly for answers to what he wants.   ill-intent something hard to hide.  the   lack   of what she does see stays with her.  haunts her in the truth stardust leaves behind.            Nebula’s words stick like tar to the bottom of her boot.       warnings  upon her departure that   he won’t give up  ;  stubborn and   stupid   the   GUARDIAN    nature. 

          with a final shove, she pushes him to the side so he moves away.  ends up behind her on pivoting heels               if he’s smart he’ll give her fleeting form the distance she  c r a v e s.  just a few feet so she doesn’t have to  face the      weight         of her unknown reality.        it is    hardly     the first time she hears it.    an echo from others that shadow over her                            of herself and who she becomes.      chances she doesn’t get to take. choices she will never now make.    the gnawing doubt strikes flames to her unhinged nerves in nightmares that    Thanos    isn’t truly dead.    these                   relationships         she’s formed are but a waste on what    he    will rob her of.   ( or worse that she’ll become the weapon of    their    desire . ) 

           ❛     I do not have time for you to try and convince me to       play    your silly games ,  Quill                          ❜    it’s sharp on her tongue. a mistrust that feels displaced.        you’re my family, even if i’m not yours.     there’s a stroke of her own exhaustion as her mind replays those words.    a    want     to trust the new universe and believe all of what she sees.    she can’t.                      all of the things she hates about herself    ,     Thanos    has taught her.   she doesn’t see how   Peter    or the   others   can see beyond that.     yet                      “ either say what you   need to    or get out of my way . “                     she   spares  him the chance.

[flamexn]

@deathlyskilled​

“Frankly…you scare me.”

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          Her eyes    flick     towards the man, sparing him the vacancy of a side glance. The tip of annoyance lingers the longer she stays Earth bound for       d i s a s t e r . It’s quaint promises to    S T A R L O R D     she keeps.  Silence of vague threats she would make promises on. It doesn’t go missed that as much as Peter Quill has talked Terra up to be                               a cinematic master piece with phenomenal tastes and  (   Zardu Hasselfrau & magic boats .  )                     she’s yet to see the appeal in a wonderland he calls home.   Perhaps this is why he’s failed to return in all those years of freedom.       For once, she    MISSES    the void of a starlit life, answering calls they are useful for. 

                        “ How much longer is it going to take for your team to tell me if they have the part for the ship or not ? “   It’s hostile upon her lips, teeth grinding as she crosses her arms and focuses out the window once more. Though the anger comes at a    PRICE     from missing teammates and the telltale signs that there’s a        M E S S    she’ll have to deal with later.

[rosefromdeath-archive-deactivat]

                  SHE HAD A WAY OF SEEING THE BEAUTY                    IN OTHERS, EVEN, AND PERHAPS MOST                           ESPECIALLY, WHEN THAT PERSON                            COULDN’T SEE IT IN THEMSELVES .

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@outlawiism​  ASKED :  ❛ tell me how to fix this! tell me what to do! ❜

          “ PETER !! ”    his name is a snapping point on her tongue, piercing in sharp stabs to hinder upon his speech. His pleads become too much since he has found her. Since he started to      B E G       for a return she cannot accept.  The Gamora he    wants     is lost to the hands of Thanos.  The one standing before him just a  mere shell of who he can remember                 or   perhaps   it’s the other way around.      T R U S T       fickle from where she’s from, loyalties rarely spared without a price to later pay.   

            What she can place in modern time comes from the flicked tongue of a rival. Nebula’s words mere child’s play she fell for so often in her youth, both trying to just survive. There’s a lingering doubt in her sister’s honesty. It’s     unimaginable   to have crafted a family among stars and thieves              to stare at the face of a man fabled to be her     best friend.  SIN is all she knows, bathed in upon the galaxy. He is one of few that believes she is the same.                                                          “ I am   NOT    your Gamora . You would be   w i s e    to remember that . “                                The question lingers in the darkest corner of herself; wiser for him or for her?  She pays no mind to that truth. 

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@danversiism​ ASKED :  ❛ what did I tell you? ❜

          Her fingers stays      T H R E A D ED    in a poor man’s shirt .  A few overturned stools in the path of   blatant    destruction                consequence to challenge that results from an over-friendly hand and the mistake of his tongue.   He should be    G R A T E F U L    he’s not eating the glass of his drink and bares just a few     bruises   and   blisters on musky skin . She    relents     upon the friendly voice .  Loosening the wraith of her dangerous fist to shove a rough palm upon his chest. It’s   satisfying    as he stumbles, knocking over a table and clawing his way to the exit.          There’s hope it’s a    lesson     he’ll take with him.

           “ You said    not    to get into trouble .   I was     ending    it , “ she explains coolly, even strides to follow as she slips back into her stool. It’s the only part of the bar that seems spared from mass chaos. 

[infernalmemes]

❧    𝐗-𝐌𝐄𝐍: 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐏𝐇𝐎𝐄𝐍𝐈𝐗 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒.

FEEL FREE TO CHANGE PRONOUNS, WORDING, ETC. TO SUIT YOUR NEEDS

❛ the world is on the brink! ❜

❛ the mind is a fragile thing. takes only the slightest tap to tip it in the wrong direction. ❜

❛ you feel like you don’t belong here. ❜

❛ they can’t begin to comprehend what you are. ❜

❛ I had to keep her stable. I protected her. ❜

❛ I’ve seen evil… and I’m looking at it now. ❜

❛ they’re right to fear me. ❜

❛ tell me how to fix this! tell me what to do! ❜

❛ I don’t know what to do! ❜

❛ I came here looking for answers. ❜

❛ you didn’t come here looking for answers. you came here looking for permission. ❜

❛ but she’s still our friend. ❜

❛ they say you can fix me? ❜

❛ you are not broken. ❜

❛ this is your fault.   ❜

❛ why did you make me do that? she was my friend… ❜

❛ there’s still hope. don’t do this! ❜

❛ I’m scared. and when I lose control, bad things happen to the people I love. ❜

❛ if you touch her, I’ll fucking kill you. ❜

❛ what they don’t understand, they fear. and what they fear… ❜

❛ look at me, focus on my voice. ❜

❛ stop, stop, STOP! ❜

❛ what are we? ❜

❛ sometimes, you want to believe that people are something that they are not. by the time you realize who they are, it’s too late. ❜

❛ she’s coming. ❜

❛ hello, old friend. ❜

❛ stay out of my way. ❜

❛ I’m sorry for what she did. but I can’t let you go in there. ❜

❛ we do this here now? they’ll see us as monsters. ❜

❛ what did I tell you? ❜

❛ the girl dies! ❜

❛ your emotions make you weak. ❜

❛ no. my emotions make me strong. ❜

❛ that power… destroyed everything it came into contact with. ❜

❛ I break things. ❜

❛ how’s this sound? if you break something, I can fix it. ❜

❛ I don’t want to fight you. ❜

❛ I get that a lot. ❜

[deathlyskilled-a]

finally getting around to starters. as a heads up, since this blog sat idle for a bit, i cleaned up my followers and who i follow. this was no way to deter you from interacting with gamora! it was just to see who was around and active so i am not answering old posts/memes/etc for blogs that are no longer active.

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STARTER CALL ; like/reblog for a starter

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STARTER CALL ; like/reblog for a starter

[deathlyskilled-a]

          ALL THIS DOUBT IS                                     CREEPIN’ IN

                          INSIDE OUT ,   I     S H E D    MY SKIN

                                ( CAN YOU   HEAR     THE   DRUMMING ? )

                      THERE’S A REVOLUTION COMING .  

                                               RULES / VERSE

promo © @hyruleshop / @exfirefly

[outlawiism-archived2]

INDEPENDENT PETER QUILL. EST. ON 4/22/15 & WORSHIPPED BY LUCY  !

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 L I K E / REBLOG   for a starter from Gamora .