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@recklesshybrid
"You can't do a lot of good, without doing just a little bit of bad."
the following is an independent, mutuals exclusive, semi-selective blog for Peter Jason Quill (AKA Star-Lord) of the Marvel universe! Predominantly headcanon based taking inspirations from multiple media portrayals! Crossover and OC friendly!
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Penned by Destined.
27 y/o, 10+ years writing experience, minors don’t interact please.
affiliated with @stcrlcdy
The duality of Quillvers (movie edition)
cc: @paragonrising
Snagged the first 3 issues of the new Guardians run!
Love me space westerns, so super hyped to read this!
@paragonrising requested this form be filled out for: Danvers x Quill !
Who’s the cuddler?
It’s most definitely gotta be Carol, while Quill isn’t opposed to cuddles... Danvers craves them, the feeling of being in Peter’s arms is unrivalled in her mind.
Who makes the bed?
Neither of them, both their lives be far too busy for different reasons; making the bed is something at the very bottom of the priority list.
Who wakes up first?
Carol for sure, while Quill sleeps in for another 3 hours, Carol is up first crack of dawn and hitting both the weights and the treadmill... gotta keep that GODLY physique in tact.
Who has the weird taste in music?
Quill, he will never beat these allegations, even from his girlfriend / wife. xD
Who is more protective?
If you asked Carol, she would say herself; if you asked Peter, he would say himself. They both are equally protective of one another to the point where neither truly realize they are being protective. It’s cute and wholesome.
Who sings in the shower?
Both. Easy.
Who cries during movies?
Quill still bawls like a baby at the end of The Notebook. Carol teases him about this at least twice a week.
Who spends the most while out shopping?
Carol. With Quill’s money. But he loves spoiling his wife so its all good.
Who kisses more roughly?
Carol given her superhuman abilities and her general love of Quill, every kiss to her is a blessing she isn’t sure she’ll get again... so she makes the most out of it.
Who is more dominant?
Wouldn’t you like to know? ;)
My rating of the ship from 1-10.
1035 / 10 I love this ship to absolute bits and they are quite literally a perfect match for one another!
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Who’s the cuddler?
Who makes the bed?
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Who has the weird taste in music?
Who is more protective?
Who sings in the shower?
Who cries during movies?
Who spends the most while out shopping?
Who kisses more roughly?
Who is more dominant?
My rating of the ship from 1-10.
I can do anything with strong mind, Under the moonlight covered with snow.
The following is an independent, mutuals exclusive, semi-selective and heavily headcanon based blog for Seol Hee aka Luna Snow of Marvel Comics!
a study on unrealistic expectations, fame, and the mental challenges that come with it.
28 y/o. minors DNI. CST time zone. discord available upon request.
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"What do you call yourself again?" She asks, her head slightly tilting to the side. "Was it... Lords of the Stars? Or close enough?"
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Getting reacclimated with Earth after being gone for literal decades was definitely something that Peter Quill had been struggling with, between TikToks and whatever the hell Fortnite was... it was a lot to take in.
One thing that hadn’t lost a step though? His charisma and swooning of women... at least that’s what he would convince himself of whilst talking to the woman at the bar.
“Star-Lord, legendary outlaw.” Quill smirks, confident without crossing over into pure ego, “And you were... Woman of Wonder? Or close enough?” The old flip back, simple yet effective.
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Peter really didn’t have a good excuse, like what was he supposed to say? The truth? ‘Hey babe, sorry I skipped out on our anniversary dinner; I got stopped by Nova Corps and interrogated about a missing space llama!’ she would never buy that and probably be even angrier at him... what a difficult situation Quill found himself in.
“Kat, I’m sorry.” the space cowboy reaches out in hopes of taking her hand, he’s really gonna give this the ol’ college try, “But if I told you... you wouldn’t come anywhere close to believing me!” he managed to take her hand successfully for the time being, though he couldn’t help but feel as though that was going to be heavily short lived.
It didn’t help that there was a clear hint of alcohol on his breath... this could only go south if he didn’t play his cards right.
kitty had planned this night for a while now -- it was a special evening ! and now she had wasted credits on some dingy food that didn't taste good -- and there was no one that was around to hear her vent about the situation. ( which everyone was in the right to avoid her. kitty wasn't the nicest when she was pissed off )
❝ so you're not even going to try to come up with some excuse, ❞ she huffs, half tempted to just smack him and walk off. he takes her hand, and she almost wants to hold him... he really did have a sorry face. kitty loved peter -- but sometimes she wishes he took their relationship as seriously as his job.
as she moves closer to him, it was like her anger almost died out -- before her nose catches the smell of alcohol on his breath and the flames were reignited -- quickly she pulls away from him, taking a step back. ❝ ugh -- seriously, peter quill ?! ❞
Well, shit, that wasn’t how things were supposed to go... and it seemed that Peter Quill was only digging himself deeper into a hole at the moment, “Kitty! The mark was at a bar! I had to get a little tipsy to pull off the con... you should know how we outlaws roll by now!” she never used his full name, unless she was absolutely pissed off... and it didn’t sit right with the space cowboy whatsoever.
Silence fills him, as if standing there in shame, before reaching into his jacket to produce the most hideous yet adorable plush of an Abilisk, “I got you this little guy...” Quill playfully sways the peace offering back and forth, hoping to elicit a smile from his beloved, “...I really am sorry, Kitty.”
He takes a step forward, trying to close the distance once more... he was going to make up for tonight as best as he possibly could.
But no matter how many fish in the sea, it'll be so empty without me!
The following is an independent, mutuals exclusive, semi-selective and heavily headcanoned based blog for Cindy Moon A.K.A Silk of Marvel Comics fame!
a study on independence, overbearing relationships, and blurring moral lines .
28 y/o. minors DNI. CST time zone. discord available upon request.
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@paragonrising continued from x
Peter couldn’t help but admit, the captain looked damn mighty fine in that red leather jacket that had his name emblazoned on the back of it… perhaps the title of “Star-Lord” was befitting Danvers? Who was to say, really.
“Well, some might take it as a sign of you wanting to take on my name…” Quill began to jest, before walking over to close the gap between him and the other, “…which, all things considered, I wouldn’t mind at all.” he smirks, pressing his forehead against hers whilst hands get comfortable on her waist.
Carol Susan Jane Quill? He could get quite used to the sound of that.
“Only you would think that,” she teased, watching him approach. There was a subtle shift in her stance, muscles tensing as she prepared to run in case he tried to take the jacket from her.
She relaxed when his forehead touched hers, and his hands came to rest on her waist. Her brow furrowed for a second at his statement, a glimmer of curiosity in her eyes as she considered what he’d just said.
“You wouldn’t want to marry me,” she joked, but made no attempt to move away. “You can’t be a legendary outlaw if you married to Captain Marvel.”
She chuckled, “imagine how awkward it’d be, being arrested by your wife.”
Peter could see the curiosity in her eyes, something about his half joking statement had struck a chord deep in the Captain’s heart... perhaps a sense of wanting for that very thing to happen? The jury was still out for the most part.
“If either one of us is the Legendary Outlaw, it’s you Twinkle-Fists.” the space cowboy chuckled, pecking Carol carelessly on the lips, “You’re the one that’s got me thinkin’ of settlin’ down, after all.” It was true, as much as Quill loved his own legend... there was a part of him that was willing to hang it all up for a life with Carol... was that sort of thing even written in the stars?
“You’ve gotta admit, Carol Susan Jane Quill... does have a nice ring to it.” Peter smirks, shifting his body so that their chests were pressed softly together.
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Navigating quantum asteroid fields was child’s play for both the Milano and its fearless captain, to the point where Quill didn’t need to even keep his eyes facing forward or both hands on the steering controls... allowing him to sing and jive to the music playing over the ships speakers.
'Cause they're waiting for me They're looking for me Every single night they're driving me insane Those men inside my brain...
Leave it to the legendary Star-Lord to prioritize time to rock over time to pilot; he wasn’t concerned in the slightest, that was however until a blaring swallowed the good time he was having.
INCOMING DISTRESS SIGNAL: APPROXIMATELY 0.24 QUADRANTS FROM CURRENT POSITION
Shit... really? the space cowboy mused to himself, punching in the coordinates to the last signal ping and flooring it.
It didn’t take long either, with the exceptional speed his spacecraft provided, Peter was soon greeted by the sight of a NASA vessel that for all intents and purposes looked more like burnt swiss cheese at the moment; in fact, the charred carcass of an American astronaut colliding with his windshield didn’t bode well to any potential rescue attempts. You’d think they’d develop tech to navigate these fields by now...
The moment for internal monologues would have to be placed on hold, as the blonde secured his infamous mask to his face and set forth into the terrifying vacuum of space on his lonesome; propelled forward by his rocket boots, Peter’s high tech lenses would begin scanning the area for any signs of survivors... though the results didn’t seem to be ideal.
Dead... dead... dead... dead... wait! Got one! His enhanced vision would ping a faint life signature coming from within the wreckage of the craft; though he wasn’t medical professional by any stretch of the imagination, he’d safely assume that the stranger had maybe less than 10 minutes to live... in other words, time to move quickly!
Kicking his boots into overdrive, Peter would launch himself towards the wreckage and begin violently chucking debris every which way until catching glimpse of a feminine figure in a skin tight, but heavily torn space suit; fortunately by some miracle from the heavens, her helmet and the accompanying oxygen systems of the suit remained secured. Don’t worry, Red, I gotcha... clutching her in a bridal carry, Peter would realign the pair to face the Milano before propelling himself forward towards the slowly opening rear hatch.
Nine minutes... he counted down to himself, knowing that the woman’s life was one that only he could save now; a notion that eventually saw the two of them in the safety of the Milano’s interior and the rear hatch forming an air-tight seal behind them.
Rushing towards the common area, Quill would recklessly push any messes that lay atop it and send them careening to the ship floor beneath his feet; with a clear table, he would lay the woman across it and begin hastily begin remove the tatters that were once this woman’s space suit and revealing a battered (yet stunning) figure beneath. With her safely inside, the impending timer was exponentially increased to several hours... plenty of time to provide rudimentary care to her wounds.
And so Peter would do just that, wiping away the cocktail of oil, blood, and sweat that coated the woman’s skin; once clean enough, the outlaw would begin stitching the large gashes that plagued her shins and thighs. Being a space cowboy meant picking up the basics on how to fix yourself up, she’d of course have to be taken to the nearest habitable planet for medical care... but at least she’d live for the journey.
Several hours came to pass, but eventually Peter found himself rather satisfied with his work; her wounds were sealed, she was breathing, and their was no fatal organ damage... she really was lucky; then again, beautiful women usually were... and for that he was thankful.
Unable to find any pants that would fit her, Quill would only hope that she would settle for a very recently worn ALF t-shirt that looked more like a miniature dress on her... but at least it covered up the essentials! After the brief game of dress up, he would gently and respectfully carry her into his private quarters; essentially tucking her into bed before returning himself to the cockpit.
Can’t get medical help parked in the middle of space, it was time to fly to the nearest planet for treatment.
ⓘ This muse loves women who could kick his ass.
The Male Cast of the MCU
(as according to the first thoughts / desires that come to Peter’s mind.)
Female MCU cast version found here
The Female Cast of the MCU
(as according to the first thoughts / desires that come to Peter’s mind.)
@paragonrising continued from x
Peter couldn’t help but admit, the captain looked damn mighty fine in that red leather jacket that had his name emblazoned on the back of it... perhaps the title of “Star-Lord” was befitting Danvers? Who was to say, really.
“Well, some might take it as a sign of you wanting to take on my name...” Quill began to jest, before walking over to close the gap between him and the other, “...which, all things considered, I wouldn’t mind at all.” he smirks, pressing his forehead against hers whilst hands get comfortable on her waist.
Carol Susan Jane Quill? He could get quite used to the sound of that.
