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@starfares
maybe i just need to see what's beyond the farthest star. ... a private and extremely selective expedition into the mind of peter jason quill, the master of the stars, star-lord. inspired by the writings of gan/engleheart and late-century retro fuzz. this blog is a continuous expansion of marvel's early exploration of the sci-fi genre.
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okay but who's coming to guardian game night?
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ you really have no idea, do you? ⋆˙⟡ @anoffering's jim kirk. ᯓ prompt.
“ i mean, i get the gist. ” arms cross, leaning a hip against the bridge’s control panel. nice ship, this enterprise. a bit too big for something he’d personally pilot— but it’s nice. kirk’s got a whole community right on board. its an ecosystem in itself. that kinda family doesn’t come easy, and it doesn’t come cheap. as a guardian of the galaxy, he’s not supplied with starfleet funds. bank is made by generous donations from planets saved— or found right on knowhere.
“ we get in, we take back the scroll, we get out. unseen and unheard. ” a glance is spared around the crew. “ i understand the importance— and i wanna remind ya, i’m not one of your crew, captain. we’re partners on this one. the plan we make is one we gotta stick to together, right? i suggest we take the milano down to land. she can blend in with the surroundings. ”
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ go to hell. ⋆˙⟡ @punishem ᯓ prompt.
“ i’m already there! ” hands extend to the dusty, decrepit rooftops of hell’s kitchen. below, rats and other vermin crawl from their sewers and nests for the evening hunt. the predators here must be thrilled at the feasts delivered to them by the underling creepy crawlies.
guns and sword remain holstered to his belt and thighs— for now. “ i’m already trapped on this krutakin' planet in this krutakin' city ‘till my ship’s fixed. not to mention, every one of ya wanna-be vigilantes in spandex think i’m causin’ trouble when i’m just here under protected order from abigail brand. ” words drip with exhaustion and aggravation. enough of these street crime fighters jacking themselves off for a single petty thief put down.
“ but if ya wanna go a few rounds, we can go, castle. safety’s off! already met your buddy with the horns. i’m not in the flarking mood. ”
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ you're doing the right thing. trust me. ⋆˙⟡ @clarkjosephs ᯓ prompt.
a huff is heard from his lips. it’s a quiet thing, meant for peter alone— but he knows it reaches the kryptonian’s ears. how beloved this one is, child of the sun, itself. it burns down upon him with fondness and light. even peter feels himself inclined to bestow just a touch of extra energy for his betterment. so perhaps the huff was meant to himself, but it doubles as acknowledgment for superman’s encouragement.
“ be that as it may, i’ve done plenty of wrong things. ” there’s a planet that no longer spins because of his actions. more people than he can count have drawn their last breaths because of him. “ and i think this may have been one of ‘em. how many more planets are gonna be collected because of brainiac’s sick obsession? ”
happy pride!!!! reminder that peter is both canonically bisexual and polyam. (and nonbinary according to ME.)
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ you're doing the right thing. trust me. ⋆˙⟡ @warbyrds ᯓ prompt.
“ maybe. ” below, spartax is in chaos. maybe not physical chaos anymore, but political chaos. far below the streets and palace, former emperor j’son sits in his new cell. his titles and reputation have all but been stripped, given the recent release of his criminal wrongdoings against his people. some people still hold onto the hope that j’son was doing whatever in his power to keep the empire safe.
maybe he was. it’s not for peter to decide. his only option when the truth was discovered was to take it to the people. let them decide. tomorrow, peter quill will return to that chaotic planet and take up the mantle of king in his father’s place.
“ look, i wasn’t lying to you about the refugees. we’re gonna help ‘em any way that we can. spartax owes ‘em that much. ”
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ what's the matter? lost for words? i expected more. ⋆˙⟡ @soulbarer, magus. ᯓ prompt.
surprise shoots the star-lord backwards. his feet finally plant a yard behind his previous spot all too close to the magus for his liking. this is the very becoming they tried so dutifully to prevent. gloved hands so quickly find their guns— a futile protection, they know.
dear god, whatever it takes.
or so it was too eagerly assumed. a bullet through the head should’ve put an end to it right then and there— but no, so rarely does he ever manage to get so lucky. teeth grit as quill’s nerve is found.
“ well ya know what they say about unrealistic expectations in relationships. always dooms ‘em. ” this image before him is a twisted mirror of who adam is; who he should be. this vile collection of vice and vanity is what adam pleaded to keep locked under tight chains. “ let’s start over. where the hell is adam? ”
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i am warmed by the water. something like touch. like love.
[Image description: a black ink illustration of a person, with short, dark hair, standing in a shower with their head in their hands. They are drawn from the waist up, in ¾ profile, with their back to the viewer, facing the shower head. There are three, many pointed stars in the image. Small, handwritten text below the person reads “I am warmed by the water. Something like touch. Like love. /end ID]
@starfares : no, i’m fine. i’m fine.
laura stares at peter with a blank expression and a raised eyebrow. " you are aware that you are bleeding out, right? " a claw points to the wound at their abdomen before retracting between her knuckles. " you are, right? "
a heave passes through his lips. the star-lord staggers only once, hands brace upon the counter to stop himself from reaching the ground. d'ast shi'ar attack. always in and out without a flarking trace. they were lucky to make it back to the milano at all. “ yep. got that part. ” words are hissed out between clenched teeth. “ if ya actually wanna be helpful, laura, go get the medkit from the cockpit ... like now. ”
ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ “ there's too much responsibility on my shoulders right now. ” ⋆˙⟡ @praesparo's peter parker.
too much responsibility on the kid's shoulders. despite the way they resist the urge to roll their eyes behind the visor, they understand it. he gets the unbearable weight of being responsible for more than what feels manageable. he feels it every moment. the stars claw at his chest in incessant waves. there is always another crisis to solve. there is always responsibility to answer the call of the universe.
“ look, kid. we all got responsibility on our shoulders. i know this city is your pride and joy. ” hands settle on their hips, heaving a soft breath. “ but you're not gonna have a city to be responsible for if it's taken over by symbiotes. we gotta get to the root of the problem, off-world. on kylntar. agent venom's already there. ”
hi, everyone. unfortunately, this is a post asking for help. my family and i are in the process of moving, and one of our sole methods of transportation has broken down. time is of the essence with this, unfortunately, as it is how we are moving. in order to compensate for this, we will need to order a u-haul. it is going to cost roughly $100 in order to get it rented for the day to move the last of what we need. i really hate to ask for help, and i hate resorting to the internet to do such. unfortunately, again, we need to get moved to this new house as soon as possible. my paypal can be found here and my ko-fi can be found here. thank you in advance.
˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ 'I know you have been practically living in space, but,' eyes flickered to their view, 'I haven't, and this is, like, the best day of my life — I can't believe this is just a normal day in yours.' ⋆˙⟡ @ngc-6853.
this reaction to space isn't unusual. for the modern-day planet-locked being, a trip into space is something none of them forget. though perhaps can be said for him, too. he still remembers his first time in space; how hard did he have to work to get there. how laborious he wasted away his years just to touch a sky that eagerly embraced him as its lord and master.
“ pretty cool, isn't it? ” he leans against the window, watching twinkling stars pass with ease. “ and this is just your milky way galaxy we're tourin'. the universe is nearly endless ... but it makes terra all the more wonderful to me. you've got somethin' good down there. ”
you’re not gonna talk me out of it?
“ If Ah did that, Ah’d be a hypo-crite honey, and Ah’m tryna get right wi’ Jesus. ” Rogue lets out a hoot at her own joke, mane tossed in momentary glee. In truth; she has long since abandoned the rigidness of justice, observing instead the ancient ritual of you get what you give. And the guy in front of them, eerily calm beneath the flooding of neon lights, definitely deserves what he’s got coming.
“ ‘N seein’ as honesty is th’ best policy, Ah encourage you beatin’ the livin’ hell outta this chump. Wi’ mah help, ‘o course. ”
she's trying to get right with jesus. despite the sight of the too-cocky guy in front of them, peter's stoic exposure cracks. a snort escapes his nose, loud and unmistakable. fist rises up to his own lips to cover his laugh. pull it together, quill. “ sure ya are. and i'm tryin' to make it on the nice list this year. that fat old flark keeps tickin' me off. ”
niceties aside, that fits covering his mouth soon cracks against his other hand. “ can't argue with ya there. i like to think i'm an honest man. do ya want the first hit, girl? or should i do the honors? ”
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