#starfares

[wrathbit]

A MAN IS A COLLECTION OF MEMORIES. he has always felt that severance, that idea of identity, more lucidly than his brothers. in his head is an assortment, sorted, sifted into categories; peter's, and MINE. a man can be two different people if you compare a path where he turned right, and one where he turned left. yet, in that muddle of organized chaos, in the willful rejection and assimilation, kaine doesn't feel hatred for everything that peter loves.

space, for one. and what kind of coincidence it is — that tales of the unknown would come from another man also named peter. it actually pisses him off a little. ❛ where the fuck are we, @starfares ? because this isn't our goddamn solar system. ❜

[awbro]

[ ·˚ ༘₊· 𖣠 : ̗̀➛ ] @starfares

" ---- no, i mean i have money now. like --- like, money. "

[untaimed]

@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? "

[warplanet]

with @starfares, phyla and peter. — trust me on this.

floating alongside peter and their rocket powered jet boots, phyla scopes out the battle with squinting eyes. their allies are a mess of limbs and powers, glowing beams of light, high-powered punches, all sorts of rogue attacks thrown against their current enemy. they haven't had time to discuss the matter in any way, so this brief meet-up in the sky gives them a moment to breathe, reevaluate the situation, and reassert their guardian-given dominance. as their leader, quill knows best (something phyla has begrudgingly come to accept), and when he asks for trust, she gives it. she has to. "this is your father's doing, isn't it." it's not really posed as a question. something catches her eye — a particular attack on adam warlock nearby looks rougher than most. she takes aim at the enemy, blasts them with energy, and frees the golden god of his current ambush. "you owe me," she remarks to peter, offhand. "now tell me what we're doing. i trust you," phyla adds, "but — quickly! what's the plan? i'll help." an attacker gets far too close to peter; phyla adds another favor to the list by slicing them through with her quantum sword. "then we'll talk about this father of yours."

[sarastuss]

SUN-SOFT EXPRESSION SETS ETHEREAL HUES ALIGHT ; SUBTLE AS IT MAY BE, THE PITCH OF WARMTH IN HIS VOICE. ❝ i think it is wonderful, ❞ honesty flows, such a soothing melody from angelic tune. a nod of her head follows in the pause she kept, aimed at the object in his hand, ❝ music makes you happy, that much is clear. it carries memories. ❞ something swirls in endless golds, that light in them ... it holds onto something she can not yet quite reach, despite everything in her trying.

but her gaze rises again, reassuring curve mixing with amusement upon lush lips, a playful spark that is above all, kind, ❝ it is never a waste to go back for something like that. ❞ when an object holds more worth than could be measured in gold, ❝ ... besides, ❞ comes a lighthearted shrug of her shoulders, easy &. shoulders raised just enough to get the gesture across, ❝ ... also gives an opportunity of another adventure to share. ❞ there it is, the spark! an adventurer to the very last. ❝ i am just glad you got it back. ❞

@starfares

[killcrime]

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send me a  ✿  and i’ll fill out the template / always accepting

FRIENDSHIP.     childhood friends  /  work buddies or coworkers  /  family friends  /  friends with benefits  /  smoking buddies  /  adventure buddies  /  fake friends  /  recently friends  /  party buddies  /  friendship of need  /  dying friendship  /  circumstantial friendship  /  partners in crime  /  old friendship  /  [ your muse ] is the good influence  /  [ your muse ] is the bad influence  /  [ my muse ] is the good influence  /  [ my muse ] is the bad influence  /  opposites attract  /  ride or die  /  frenemies  /  roommates or flatmates  /  penpals  /  exes to friends  /  enemies to friends  /  other

FAMILIAL.     siblings [ half ]  /  siblings [ step ]  /  [ my muse ] is an older sibling figure to your younger sibling figure  /  [ my muse ] is a younger sibling figure to your older sibling figure muse  /  [ my muse ] is a parental figure to yours  /  [ my muse ] is a child figure to your muse  /  guardian figure  /  legal guardian  /  adoptive child  /  foster child  /  [ your muse ] is taken under mines wing  /  [ my muse ] is taken under yours wing  /  other

ANTAGONISTIC.     dangerous to each other  /  dangerous to others  /  unpredictable  /  rivals  /  petty  /  developing into sexual or romantic tension  /  based off family matters  /  based of off circumstance  /  based of professional matters  /  based off misunderstanding or lies  /  conflict of ideology  /  betrayal  /  hero - villain dynamic  /  enemies  /  fight club  /  friends turned enemies  /  lovers turned enemies  /  exes turned enemies  /  other 

[stormsire]

starter call. - @starfares ♡'d for a starter.

wind   curls   first   —   playful,   testing,   as   if   the   sky   itself   is   listening.   Ororo   stands   at   the   edge   of   open   air,   boots   just   shy   of   nothingness,   white   gaze   sliding   toward   him   with   a   smile   that   pretends   to   be   innocent.   lightning   hums   low   in   her   veins,   not   yet   unleashed.   not   threatening.   teasing. “   you   fly   like   you’re   running   from   something,   quill…   always   forward,   never   quite   listening   to   the   air   beneath   you.   ”

a   step   —   then   another   —   until   gravity   becomes   a   suggestion.   clouds   stir,   parting   for   her   as   if   invited.   “   so—   indulge   me.   ”   chin   tilts.   brows   lift.   the   storm   grins.   “   first   to   the   upper   stratosphere   wins.   loser   admits—   out   loud—   who   truly   belongs   in   the   skies.   ”   thunder   rolls   once.   soft.   anticipatory.   “   try   to   keep   up,   star - lord.   ”

[haludh]

old blog's one-liner starter call, closed.

" no one is dead, and let us get out of here while that’s still true. " / @starfares