#celestialquill

[custospericulo]

time off | closed

It wasn’t that they just W A N T E D time off. They N E E D E D it and deserved it. Saving the Galaxy twice over with side jobs S P R I N K L E D and members dying. Well, the team absolutely deserved a maycation.

Oh--no, Peter said it was called a V A C A T I O N.

Whatever it was called, Gamora was more than a little R E L I E V E D and excited. The first trip was to Terra, where they’d explore and she would get the chance to learn more about her B O Y F R I E N D’ S culture. 

Even if she thought they were weird.

Gamora strapped herself into her seat, fidgeting with the control panel in front of her. She couldn’t exactly R E M E M B E R how long they would be flying until they actually L A N D E D, but her excitement would continue to boil. Everyone seemed to be looking forward to it--even Rocket who repeatedly expressed what he decreed was ‘ Everything W R O N G with Humies’. 

While it was H U G E that they’d all get to spend time together, Gamora was really looking forward to her dates with Peter. Of course they hadn’t really S H A R E D much of those plans with the others--it wasn’t really any of their business. All they needed to know was that Mantis was in C H A R G E while they were gone.

She glanced up as Peter passed her to his seat, subtly grabbing his hand, pressing slender pads along his palm. Her expression was S E R E N E, though she felt like there were F I R E W O R K S going off in her belly. The time A L O N E would be incredible for them. Allowing them to forget about the K I D S, as Peter referred to the others.

“You didn’t forget anything right? We don’t want to get halfway there and realize that we are completely out of L A U N D R Y soap. Or something.”

☆ @celestialquill  ☆

[theyondu]

When Yondu ain’t being a brat with Peter.

@celestialquill

And yes Yondu is spoiled with lots and lots of toys.

[pinkhairdoesntdance]

Torn Open

@celestialquill Gamora did not know how she had missed it. It made her furious with herself, which lingered. If she had to keep an eye on him all the time, why hadn't she? It made her furious with Rocket, because he had hurt him, but that subsided quickly when she learned of its necessity. Then, she was furious with Peter, and that practically radiated off of her when she came to Peter's quarters. Her hands were tight fists. Her jaw was set. Her eyes were making full use of her ocular implants to take in everything in the room including Peter's face with frustrated wrath. His room smelled like him. Like clean-Peter, mostly, but also of his sweat and clothes he needed to wash, but she had experienced far worse. Everything around them both had, very recently, become a lot more familiar. She had only... come to his bed a few times, and she still was learning how to... bear it. And that was what came to mind now. How could she bear it, now, to see him hurt? To see him in pain? She hadn't liked it before, but now... now it was infinitely worse and she had never felt anything quite like what she felt, looking at him. She took a deep breath and stood, just at the foot of his bed, rigid against the very idea that she could stand to be in it when he did such foolish things, and... "Why?" she snapped. "What were you thinking?"

[aintnothanglikeme]

@celestialquill

“Quill. Quill. Quill. Quill. Quill.”

[seegrady]

Being an attendant at a petting zoo full of actual dinosaurs required Cas to think on her toes quite a bit. She never could tell what she’d be facing each day she made her way into the small paddock for her shift. 

But she could pretty much say with certainty that today had turned out to be the weirdest day ever. 

She hadn’t actually meant to get stuck on what had proved itself to very obviously be a space ship (and she was barely getting over that shock), but she’d walked into work just in time to see some strangers wrangling up her dinosaurs and the rest had been instinct. Cas had planned to snatch them back and make her way back home, but by the time she had located her herd, the metal aircraft had launched, leaving her an involuntary stowaway. Just her luck, really.

Now, the blonde crouched low behind a stack of large crates as she peered out at her surroundings. She had to get to her dinos quickly, and preferably undetected. She had no idea what sort of creatures she’d found herself in contact with. It was imperative she remain quiet and sneaky. 

Which of course, meant the minute she made a move toward the stack of crates containing her charges, she tripped over a toolbox, sending an array of tools clattering across the deck. 

...Maybe no one had heard that? 

@celestialquill

[shyplayfulkitsune-blog]

Walk with the noise

James hadn’t been on earth in years, he’d been taken quite some time ago, had been locked up and shackled for a great part of his life, he’d traveled and switches owners plenty until he was sold to a group of people who were very keen to get their hands on a kitsune and it’s powers. If only they knew James didn’t have a clue how to fight - all he knew was how to shift and nobody would pay to see that.

Still, they’d bought him and took him to another planet - he didn’t know which, they all seemed equally scary and he missed earth, then they locked him in a cage yet again, pushing a bowl of water in front of him. The water was welcome, but James had a vague idea he wouldn’t see too much of it in the next few days and he didn’t. Nobody fed him, either. All that happened was a man storming inside, yelling and asking if he was ready to fight and whenever he uttered a ‘no’ and pleaded for mercy, they’d kick and beat the life out of him.

He didn’t know how long it’d been, he was covered in blood and bruises on the day they decided he would have to be ready to fend for his life and they dragged him outside by the collar around his neck and into the ring. The audience cheered, James sobbed and shook violently, his tails wound tightly around his leg and hip. He was going to die.

[ferro-ab-astris-blog]

A Musical Exchange...

{ISO-8601 Date: 1D-24W, 163D-xx17SC}

{To: @celestialquill}

{From: @ferro-ab-astris}

{Subject: Tunes?}

Fifth deck has been talking non-stop about the showers malfunctioning. Seems that someone tried to make adjustments to the temperature controls without letting any of the electrical engies know what was going on. Now the water comes out deep space freezing, no matter what the poor saps try to set it at.

Been trying to sort through the bit of music I’ve got with me. Not real sure what you’d want to listen to. Most of mine isn’t so…colorful as what you’re carrying. But here’s a few I thought you might find interesting. Not sure how they’re going to translate - your Terran and my Xandarian can get some odd wires crossed sometimes.

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{Downloading…}

{Short Change Hero, The Heavy} {Dawson’s Christian, Duane Elms} {Dear Fellow Traveler, Sea Wolf}

[harharhxrleya]

@celestialquill from here

No sooner than the director had yelled cut - and she couldn’t hold it in anymore - bursting out into a fit of barely controlled giggles. 

“I’m so sorry officer... What’s say y’ let me outta these cuffs, an’ I’ll make it up t’ ya?” The cameras didn’t have to be rolling after all, for her to haul out the wise cracks. “I didn’t think y’d find a line about a cheese sandwich so funny...”