my heart was born to bruise.

I can’t remember where I’m from, all I know is who I’ve become.

[starlord-quill]

{prompt #2}:   If they have a job (or an idea of a dream job), describe it.

Peter always wanted to be a rockstar when he was a kid, plain and simple. He was never super good at singing, but he always thought he could make it. 

[starlord-quill]

{prompt #1}:  How does your character make their room feel more like home?

Peter isn’t much of a decorator.... he doesn’t really care about the place he sleeps, as he usually isn’t there for very long. He found a cool cassette mat which he may or may not have stolen. The space globe was a present and the records and posters were things he picked up along the way.  

[spiderspitromanoff-blog]

“If we’re going to be hanging out here for a while, out of the public eye, should I ditch the red and go blonde? I’ve never had the opportunity to before…”

[starlord-quill]

“I mean, I feel like you would look good either way, so it’s really up to you.” 

[starlord-quill]

text / open

Billy: do u call urself a badass bc u are notoriously bad at everything? u should consider

Billy: i am so sorry my dude

Billy: do u want some help

Peter: yeah i could use some help... thanks.

[starlord-quill]

text / open

Bucky:...

Bucky: How did you get this number

Peter: must have just typed in the wrong number. Sorry.

[starlord-quill]

text / open

Aurora: i don't know how you got this number

Aurora: but i'm gonna make you a deal.

Aurora: i tell you that you did in fact miss move in day & there's an empty room waiting for you.

Aurora: then you delete this number and never speak to me again.

Peter: Jeez, why are you so mad at me?

[starlord-quill]

text / open

Bucky: Never heard of you.

Bucky: You must have misdialed. Don't call again.

Bucky: Text. Whatever.

Peter: uhh...sorry?

[starlord-quill]

text / open

Bucky: New phone. Who is this?

Peter: peter...peter quill. ya know....starlord?

Peter: wait...who is this?

[starlord-quill]

text / open

Billy: oh honey

Billy: have i got some news for you

Peter: i fucked up didn't i?

[starlord-quill]

text / open

Peter: shit I over slept

Peter: please tell me move in day wasn't today!

[rpmemesandprompts-blog]

Send "❤" For my muse to kiss yours.

[starlord-quill]

aegerine, apatite, biotite, moonstone, unakite

aegerine: my muse's opinion of the supernatural

“Ghosts are cool I guess. I dunno, don’t really care.”

apatite: a headcanon about my muse's intuition

Peter likes to pretend like he understands everything the first time hears it, but in reality he really likes to sit and think about things. He likes to reason rather than follow instinct, but it doesn’t always work out that way.

biotite: the biggest problems my muse is currently dealing with

“Self-discovery I guess…dunno.”

moonstone: my muse's opinions on outer space

“Home.”

unakite: what my muse's ideal pet would be

“I always wanted a dog as a kid, didn’t care what kind. The closest thing I’ve ever had to a pet is Rocket, but uh…don’t mention that to him.”

[spaceowens]

i promise i’m fine | peter & aurora 

The infirmary was so bright she felt as though she went blind for a bit. For all she knew she probably did, she lost so much blood from the hole in her side anything could have happened.

She laid silent in the infirmary as they did what they had to do. 4 hours later she was allowed to retire to her own room and there’s where she went. She sat a lone in silence for what felt like weeks before drinking every last bottle she had in her room. 6 in total, 2 grey goose vodkas, 1 bottle of jack daniels and 3 bottles of beer.

She couldn’t feel anything anymore, no pain, nothing at all. That’s what she wanted, that was her goal. To forget whatever just happened and be ready for their next jab at ultron.

The training room was completely empty. She wrapped some cloth around her knuckles and shook out her hands. Aurora made her way across the gym and up to a punching bag. She wailed on it, punches were thrown and a conveniently placed kick split the bag in half sending sand to the ground. She stood there panting as the blood from her knuckles dripped down to her finger tips.

And out of all things she could have done, she cried. She dropped to her knees and let the tears flow from her eyes. She attempted to wipe away some of the tears but that just left her cheeks stained with crimson red and the open wounds on her knuckles burned as her tears mixed with the blood.

{ @starlord-quill }

[starlord-quill]

It had been months, maybe longer since Peter had any contact with any of his friends, if that’s what he could really call them. Things got hard and he did what he does best, he ran. He had convinced himself that he was not a hero to the point where he had gotten back into his old ways of stealing and what not. He didn’t need friends, he was sure of it. He lived most of his life without them, so why should he start needing them now? 

It was many months, he had counted the days he was away. It took him, what felt like forever, to realize just how stupid he was being. He would get himself in situations where he’d get the shit beaten out of him for an object that he could sell for a couple dollars. He was getting by, but he certainly wasn’t living. And to make things worse, he was starting to...miss(?) his friends. It was a new feeling, and he didn’t like it. He knew he had to go back, even if it was for a few days. 

So he flew back to where he knew they would still be, knowing he had to face everyone after being gone for so long. He couldn’t see Bucky right now, not after everything, he highly doubted Bucky would even want to see him anymore. He decided to find Aurora, she might be more willing to see him, if not he at least knew she probably wouldn’t punch him, he hoped.

He found himself searching for her, knowing the location of her room and everything. But she wasn’t there. He felt worry growing him his stomach, which he tried to push down, he was never worried about anything. He paused for a moment, thinking about where she could’ve gone off to... the training room. She was always trying to train to get better, she wanted to be a hero, she was trying. 

As he walked towards the training room, he heard crying, which made his heart sink. He paused in the doorway, seeing the familiar girl there on the floor. “You know, drinking never helps anything.” He said hesitantly, smelling the alcohol from where he stood. “It only ever upset you more.” 

[starlord-quill]

spaceowens:

“I’ll work on it,” she shrugged and chuckled. “Well you’ll serve under my kingdom then,” she winked and giggled. Maybe Teddy was right, charming Quill didn’t seem so hard.

“Lemme know when you come up with something great.” He grinned a bit, suddenly raising his eyebrow as she said he’d serve under her kingdom. “What an honour. I hope the pay is great.” He laughed. 

[starlord-quill]

spaceowens:

“Your words not mine, really? Aurora of Datefreelandia? I mean I can dig it, being a princess is kind of in my blood anyway,”

“Maybe you should change the last bit... Datefreelandia kinda sounds like a disease. I’ve always viewed myself more as a simple soldier than a princess or prince.”

[starlord-quill]

spaceowens:

“I mean you might be a loser but i consider it like a title, like Princess Aurora Owens of datefreelandia,”

“Yeah I’m definitely just a loser, I’m not really one for big fancy names like that. Suits you though.”

[starlord-quill]

spaceowens:

“I mean I’d take you out on one for the experience but, I’ve never been on one myself,”

“Well aren’t we just a couple of big old losers then?”