Guardian. Outlaw.

a bit of both. Peter "Star-Lord" Quill 35 || Legendary Outlaw, bitch.

[a-force-of-alice]

Zatanna had been recruited to perform two magic shows. No big deal, it was her job after all. She was in between show currently but still in costume. Sitting on a table, Zee absently shuffled cards as she looked around. The magician sighed, that feeling of something wicked coming it hadn’t gone, lingering, unwanted. Her demon problem was take care of but something was still wrong. A sound took her out of her thoughts. “What the hell?”

[mylittlestarlord]

“Aw, c’mon... I’m not even dressed scary.” Quill huffed, offended by the beautiful woman’s horrified stare cast on him--but not really. He took hold of his Footloose Kevin Bacon inspired suit collar and gave it a small flick, as if to brush this off and also express how not-scary the threads were. “We almost match, huh? This silly carnival can’t have you spooked so bad. Ya need help with something?”

[aviscranio]

Get to know me: Favorite Male Characters (18/50) ↳ Peter Jason Quill (Guardians of the Galaxy)

“Hey, you know what? There’s another name you might know me by… Star-Lord.”

[thors]

[bxckrooms]

“It’s a cruel, cruel world.” He laughed, eyeing one of the ghost shaped cookies on the table. To eat, or not to eat. “Did you trick or treat in - space?” Steve wasn’t sure if aliens were safe from the Halloween craze, sweeping the Universe. 

[mylittlestarlord]

Quill smirked, in a playful yet knowing sort of way, “Mostly tricks--least in the circles I ran in, and out of.” He shrugged when adding to his statement. “Halloween isn’t celebrated outside of Terra, but don’t you worry; every culture finds a way to have fun and act stupid. Except for people like Drax, but.. that outta be obvious. He’s a work in progress!“ Like most of Quill’s band of misfits.

[vengeancexisxjustice]

“Perhaps it is. It is not something I wish to do however I do not have a choice.”

[mylittlestarlord]

“Aw, we’ve all got a choice.” Peter replied, not that it was his intention to argue, but he’d had some experience in the matter of making difficult, life altering, choices--against his worse nature. “Is there a reason you felt like sharing this business with just any stranger?”

[vengeancexisxjustice]

“There is no other guy, I am here to kill the woman I love” the assassin replied with a neutral facial expression.

[mylittlestarlord]

A curious expression crossed the Guardian’s face. The confession had him puzzled. “That seems a bit counterintuitive, doesn’t it?”

[vengeancexisxjustice]

“I suppose you could say I have unfinished business here, yes” Nyssa said, she hoped she could get it done sooner rather than later so she could go leave the city as soon as possible.

[mylittlestarlord]

“You’ve got the look of a lady on a serious mission. I’d hate to be the other guy.” Quill smirked while shoving both hands in his jacket pockets.

[bxckrooms]

Steve snorted, brushing the last of the web from his hair. “What’s yours, disco balls and black lights?” He didn’t know what the heck he was talking about, but he had to retort.”We’d go out in handmade costumes, trick or treat for about twenty minutes, before we walked home.Then some punks would steal our candy.”

[mylittlestarlord]

“Mm, yeah, probably.” He brought a ghoulish patterned plastic cup to his lips that was supposedly filled with “witches brew”. The sherbet flavor was familiar. Undoubtedly he’d had such a beverage as a young boy living on Terra many years ago. “Brutal. No wonder you’ve still got such pearly whites.”

[bxckrooms]

“When I was a kid, Halloween was not this big a deal.” Steve brushed the fake cobweb off his shirt, shifting so his seat kept him away from the decorations on the table.

[mylittlestarlord]

“That web really matched your aesthetic, old man.” Quill winked, “How’d you celebrate out in Brooklyn back then?”

[mylittlestarlord]

[vengeancexisxjustice]

Nyssa had gone back to Nanda Parbat after she had failed to convince Sara to come back to the League, her father hadn’t been very pleased that she had allowed her to go but she had managed to convince him to give her one more chance at bringing the blonde back, she didn’t know why he had agreed but she had no intentions of questioning it. “This is certainly the last place I wished to return to” the assassin commented as she looked around the city.

[mylittlestarlord]

This afternoon in Gotham was cool and somewhat misty. The collar of Quill’s red Ravager leather coat was turned up to brace against the chill. He’d been on dryer planets, ones with near constant rain as well, yet this dreary humidity was just a downer for him. The grey clouds and harsh dark buildings almost seemed to be caging the Guardian in. “I might say the same thing, if it weren’t still my first visit. Why’d you come back? Got some unfinished business? Do you owe a guy money?”

[mylittlestarlord]

The Line || Kitty & Quill

[shcdowcxt-blog]

“Well, to start with the crime rate in this city alone and it’s always so gloomy. Kind of reminds me of Fallout 4. Pretty sure I saw a crocodile on the street the other night.” She was used to grass and trees surrounding the X-Mansion, whereas most of the things that should be green looked like it was dying out here. “The infamous Star-Lord is talking about keeping the peace, huh? I bet they’d love a tape of you saying those things just to blackmail you into always been good and such.” When Peter mentioned flying back out in space again, Kitty shuddered. “While it was a pretty sight to see, I’m not going back there willingly. Don’t you miss it, though? It’s so different out there..”

[mylittlestarlord]

“A crocodile?” Peter looked toward Kitty, confused, before sporting a white smile, “Cool.” Gotham was dangerous, depressing even, but damn was it interesting. “Aw, they’ve got more than enough to blackmail a guy like me anyhow. Won’t change how I feel... and what about you, Kitty? What do you think of all this...?” His eyes softened as he asked the important question. “It wasn’t that bad, was it?” Quill chuckled, “... ‘course I do, but it’s just seventy miles above me.” He points upward. “I’m not in such a rush to leave earth. ‘least not this time. I’ve... missed it. Want to see how this all plays out first hand.”

[leftbite-deactivated20180224]

piper raised her eyebrow , trying to figure the man out. he agreed quickly , which wasn’t entirely common. unless the man in her experiences , a , wanted to get in the woman’s pants as quickly as possible , or b , was a pushover. both options were undeniably the type of people piper tended to avoid conversation with. ‘ for their sake , i hope they got the hint. ’ piper didn’t throw out threats that she couldn’t act on , && would rather keep herself out of trouble for the night. ‘ anywhere else , somewhere where people don’t come to have some time to themselves. where people don’t prey on the emotional weaknesses of their targets. ’ the soldier didn’t have many of those && often came here to keep herself sane for a little while longer before she was called back to duty. 

[mylittlestarlord]

“For my own selfish curiosity I sorta hope they didn’t... I’d love to see you wrangle a couple dweebs.” There was a real glimmer of cheer filling Quill’s hazel eyes at the very thought. Both arms curled in a fold over the somewhat damp table and Peter’s elbows braced against the dark wood. After spending so much time with Gamora, the baddest most serious bitch in the galaxy, Quill almost felt at home among women who spoke with such sharp conviction. Hell, he was sleeping around with one already; though this girl stood out from Gamora and Shayera. She was a Terran. A smirk pulled at the corner of Quill’s lips, “Anywhere. Wow. You’re not such a stick in the mud after all.” He teased, meaning no harm by it. “If you wanna be alone with your thoughts... that’s fair. I wont bug you--just.. this was the last seat available, so.” He gestured at the stool beneath him. “The ol’ juke box didn’t have music I like to dance to.. won’t be looking for a partner tonight.”

[leftbite-deactivated20180224]

piper was ready to go back to whatever she was doing before the rude interruptions , the giggles && the constant flirting when a low voice caught her attention. she remained still for a moment , raising her eyes to the ceiling as foreign strings of curses were murmured under her breathe. digits wrapping around the bottle of beer the bartender had pushed in front of her , she turned her head to look at the stranger. ‘ pathetic doesn’t do his attempt justice. sad , probably. ridiculous. maybe all three.              truthfully , ’ there went that smile again , ‘ no man who attempts to pick up a woman at a bar is worth while. ’

[mylittlestarlord]

Peter drew in a breath and a small snort snuck between as he lifted the bottle of beer to his lips. As the stranger spoke he listened carefully. “Oh, of course..” Based off of Quill’s tone, one might wonder if his response was entirely genuine or simply an attempt to get on her good side. “but they all are just wimpy drunk kids trying their luck on a pleasant Friday night... I’d say you’ve drawn a rather clear line in the sand. No need to stress over that now.” Intrigued, Quill pursed his lips after drawing another gulp and had to ask, “Aw, well, if setting is your big hang-up; where would you prefer a guy to test his luck?”

[leftbite-deactivated20180224]

‘ mhm          yeah , alright. i’ve actually got a better idea. how about , ’ piper cooed , turning her head towards the persistent man with a feigned smile , ‘ you go back to your friends over by the booth && tell them that next time they send someone over here , to make sure they’re ready to be missing a few digits. or their entire hand. ’ there was a sickeningly sweet venom that dripped from her lips as she spoke , watching as the man’s adam’s apple bopped up && down , slowly leaving the seat. ‘ good boy. ’

[mylittlestarlord]

“Pathetic.” Quill announced with similar sentiments after she muttered the pet name. His voice might have been a bit too loud if the pub’s crowd were any less confident--fortunately that wasn’t the case. This joint was actually quite boisterous. Peter loved the energy. “A worth while man would come straight over. ‘guess that says a lot about me right off the bat.”

[vcncssa]

CONTRASTING to her usual nature, vanessa had been lying low since the night of the gala, even going so far of adopting a variety of different personas and shapes to stay hidden. “oh fuck,” the woman mumbled under her breath when she spotted a familiar face, wrestling with the urge to turn and walk in the other direction or to make her presence known. “hello,” she greeted, deciding to go with the latter of the two. “lovely day, hm?”

[mylittlestarlord]

“Considering most days in Gotham look like shit... it’s decent.” Quill replied while wearing his usual sideways smirk. “Happier to see you, really. ‘lot of people have run scared since the lil’ party.”

[mylittlestarlord]

Rats & Wings || Shay + Quill

[hawkgirl-shayera]

“It is so not. Hawkgirl is an honorable title I was given at the head of the Thanagarian police, alongside Hawkman. So don’t you dare mock my name, Star Lord.” She shoved her hand on his shoulder. Cheetah was far worse.“That’ll be your lucky day, Quill. And then I’ll accidentally drop the key in another milky way.” Shay not so innocently mouthed ‘Woops’ towards Peter.

Quill was always so theatrical about his expression. It was like being a part of a very over done musical production, where Peter was the director and the star, and everyone else just got the pleasure of being a part of it. Even so, Shayera did enjoy his company, no matter how much he tended to tap dance on her patience. “Unlike you, I actually like to be selective of my options.” With her nose high, finishing off the last of her drink. “Some of us don’t like waking up to an A’askavarian in their bed.” Ever since learning about Quill’s escapades, Shay was going to tease him about that until they became grey and old.

Finishing her little tantrum, Shayera watched how calm Peter was, his eyes on her form.  The smile, the eyes, not to mention the tight fitted t-shirt on his body; it all captured the Thanarian’s attention. How could the human stay so calm, while the small blush that crept up on her cheeks got warmer and warmer. “I consider it a black stain on my life.” She muttered, yet Shay welcomed the kiss. Her stiff and uptight body relaxed into Quill’s touch. Her petite hands placed themselves on the man’s chest, kissing him back, maybe a little more forcefully than she intended. The stress she felt from the gala fiasco still loomed around her. She needed to relieve the tension she had, by another way than just breaking boxing sacks at the gym.

[mylittlestarlord]

“Selective...” Quill let out a small snort and reached further for her. The right hand left her thigh while the other joined it in taking hold of Shay’s slender waist. His grip was firm, resolute, and with such a strong touch Quill could easily adjust the smaller woman. In this case, Peter drew her closer to himself. With purpose. Some possessiveness bled out of his typically careless exterior after Shayera’s confession. “it means more to know I’m the only guy ‘round here you’d do this with.” He could have said more, but kept any true emotions he shared to a minimum. Even through such tan skin, Quill noticed the rosy pink appear in Shay’s cheeks. It was a sight that could humble just about any man as the warrior rarely advertised her weakness. “Like your nose?” He knew he’d ruined the moment, but found himself chuckling against Shay’s full lips in spite of it all. As soon as the kiss was returned with such enthusiasm Quill got the sense that this was the real reason Shayera had turned up at Steve’s shabby pad. This realization didn’t surprise Peter in the least. There was the hope that none of his teammates, including the newest additions, would find their way into this living room at the moment, but then again a man like Quill really wouldn’t care either way. Both hands moved again, this time downward to both of Shay’s cheeks and his arms tugged so his girl would naturally land atop him to straddle his lap.