#fleshformetal

[arkhevia]

@fleshformetal started following you.

“You look pissed, girl, and I ain’t in the mood to deal with it.” She waved off the woman with a hand, before gesturing to the heap of sweets she’d procured none too long ago. “Sit down, have an ice cream, and make happy. Or a cake. Anything you like, if it makes you stop breathing down my neck like a lawmaker. Actually, anything but the tarts. Those ones are mine forever.”

[custospericulo]

{ @fleshformetal }

{☆} “I know that N O T H I N G that I could possibly say would ever make up for what’s happened B E T W E E N us.”

              She paused.

“But you will A L W A Y S be my S I S T E R.”

[maniacollisionarchive-blog]

@fleshformetal liked for a kraglin starter

“So uh -- how goes the quest for... y’know, killing the dad?”

[pinkhairdoesntdance]

Under Cover of Night

@fleshformetal

Gamora cursed herself several times for being stupid enough to follow the identifiable signal from the ship’s instruments. Still, she had seen the ship pick up one of its own pods, and she had known there was only one reason that could be. If there was any chance they had both stopped to refuel on the same planet on the same night, the superstitious part of her was convinced it had to be a sign. The part of her that didn’t like the look of the place the pinging on her wrist tool hated that part of her. Finally, she didn’t care who heard, just hoping her sister might.

“Nebula!” she shouted, inelegantly loud. She turned on the balls of her feet, looking around for any sign of her sister or the craft she had last seen her in.