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M E M E ; A C C E P T I N G

♤ : Cooking headcanon

M E M E ; A C C E P T I N G

✿ : happiness headcanon

For Nebula, simply being content with things is enough. She isn’t one to strive for happiness because she is too busy striving for perfection and in perfection, she still cannot find happiness. Nor does she think it really truly exist. Just like love. Because happiness is too positive an emotion for anybody to have for long. A thing that can easily be taken away from you shouldn’t be considered a legitimate emotion.

And upon finding something that makes her happy, she would constantly be questioning it. Questioning her feelings and affections. And that questioning doesn’t stop until it overcomes her and she destroys the thing that makes her happy. Because she cannot trust it. She cannot trust that thing because she believes whole heartedly that it will be taken away from her. And attaching yourself to something is a behavior that she learned early on in life to reject.

♆ : body headcanon

Nebula’s body has been torn apart and put back together. This is already known. And she believes that all that experimentation was for the better. But still, there is a little part of her that is utterly ashamed with being so robotic. Almost every inch of her body was rebuilt with technology. There is barely any organics left in her. And this is the cause for her aversion to touch. She cannot stand being touch intimately. Mostly because she believes that the person to touch her will realize how fabricated she is.

And there are parts of her that cannot even feel this touch. And it reminds her of how truly inhuman she is. Touch has become absolutely sacred to her. Romantic touch, platonic touch. Any kind of skin to skin contact means more to her than words ever could. And to trust someone enough to let them caress her is almost impossible. Because Nebula does not submit and touch means submission.

♡ : relationship with deadpool

M E M E ; A C C E P T I N G

; anonymously send me a six word story describing my muse.

【 ☆ 】;;  nebulas across the sky

; anonymously send me a six word story describing my muse.

【 ☆ 】;;  nebulas across the sky

; anonymously send me a six word story describing my muse.

【 ☆ 】;;  nebulas across the sky

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result - 2: all over kiss ( ♡ tahhden )

it was like drinking in the stars of the cosmos. a feat too big for her to do all at once. her black eyes could only look at him one piece at a time. to analyze his beauty, record it for future reference when she was lonely and falling in love with each atom as she documented him. she came to realize that his entire make up was built from the strands of black holes and of the dust clouds that circled gas planets. each part moving flawlessly to keep the balance of the universe. the dust colored hair that haloed around the crown of his head, wispy in that it moved with just a twitch, was the beginning of her cosmos. and she always yearned to reach out and go back in time. tangle her long fingers in the curly locks. the color of his hair like copper, a precious metal that she wanted to covet. to gather in her hands and smell the metallic scent that meant treasure.

                                  because peter quill was a cache of treasured gems.

and now her fingers ran desperately through his hair, pulling him close and pressing kisses to his temples, sensing the rush of red blood in his veins. lips trailing down the side of his visage, peppering her lips along his jawline. his scruff rough against them but, d’ast, she had loved the feeling. hating when he shaved off the small hairs on his chin. the girl pulled away moving on in the timeline of the universe. when the big bang had been the only evidence of life. and his eyes had exploded before her. verdant orbs like the deep seas of his earth. that so expertly hid the vibrant life underneath, clouding his thoughts underneath heavy eyebrows. but there were moments when that life sprang to the surface and she looked at him in awe. green eyes shining with the light of sun. gently, her fingertips eased his eyelids down, hiding the light to protect her eyes. and she placed one kiss on each eyelid, the softest skin she had ever felt moving underneath her lips. when she pulled away, she told him to open them again. because she could never give up looking into his eyes for long.

her lips curled into a smile, giggling in response to his own grin. her nose tickled his, the tip of hers meeting the tip of his and she shook her head to run it left and right. the feel of their sensitive nerves colliding making her laugh. she had been laying on his belly, arms resting on his chest, legs bent upward and crossed at the ankle. she felt the air move in and out of his lungs, heard his heart beat start to match with her own. and she felt at ease. at ease in his arms because he was her home. he was her sun. shining his golden light on her and making her gleam with something that was good. with him, she was not a weapon. she was not a killer or an assassin. her rank as a galaxy class killer meant nothing to him. her name was simply nebula. and to him, she was the girl he loved. her hands cupped his cheeks and kissed the cleft in his chin before meeting her lips with his, kissing him until she couldn’t breath anymore. running her top lip against his bottom one and feeling his breath on her nose.

                    ❝ mmm, why do you smell so nice ? ❞

it was a question that slipped from her easily. voice husky and tired, slightly distorted by her cybernetics. her place of comfort was with him and she was not afraid of losing the veil she carefully put on everyday. she nuzzled her nose into the crook of his neck, smelling the pine scent of his soap. an outdoors smell that reminded her that he was human. no other species could smell like a forest and still smell so comforting. like wood crackling in a fireplace and falling leaves balancing on the tip of your nose. every time that he had showered, she would wrap her arms around him and inhale the scent, moist skin newly fresh of soap. but now, only a remnant of that remained and she clung to it. a small contentment that she would enjoy while she was with him in this way. the rough hairs of his chin still scratching against her tender flesh, she moved on in the timeline of the universe. to where life began. the first little blips of life living in the small crevices of the earth. her lips grazed against his neck, trailing her staccato kisses to the swell of his chest. bare skin pressed against her mouth.

she let out a small sigh of pleasure, shifting from one side of his chest to the other. her finger tips brushed across his collarbones then moved downward, counting his ribs with just her blue digits. she felt his life underneath his skin. the organs that kept him alive, the heart that pumped ceaselessly, stirring in between the movement of his lungs. this was the beginning of life. the entire tragedy of the universe had been for this moment. the exploding atom that created the big bang and the colliding planets had only occurred so that it could create the man that she would come to love. to feel his warmth underneath her as it transferred and spread across her own cold body was to feel the universe underneath her finger tips. and having the entire cosmos adore you was like being cocooned within a cloak made of stars.

                                        and, d’ast, was he a star.

a star made of devouring flames. a sun thats wildfire licked at her skin and left traces of his glow all over her body. there was no mistaking that he wasn’t hers. because he had branded her, marked her in the most intimate way. and she had wanted to do the same. her lips passed his ribs, a single line of caresses moving down his abdomen. her hands trailed down his arms until she reached his hands and she took them in her own, bringing them to her lips. she kissed his palms, breathing in their scent. then kissing all the way up to his finger tips. her eyes met his and she saw the stars again, the sky breaking the surface of his green eyes. was he happy, she wondered. was he happy with her ? did he smile when he thought of her ? did he think about her when she thought of him ? oh, she hoped for. begged for. needed for him to love her the way she had cherished him. because she thought she would shrivel with out it. she would fall from the sky and never feel the warmth of his light.

                                 but in this moment, she had her sun.

and she reflected his fluorescent glow with the pigment of her skin. they belonged together and neither could live with out the other. and in between them lived a life. because this was where the universe of the past met its future. where life broke from being single celled. and trees grew towards the sky. where waves broke upon the sand and tasted the land. he was the beginning and the end of the universe. and she was there to witness it all.

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result - 8: first kiss

for all she knew, he could have been a badoon with superior intelligence. thrown together as some bizarre science experiment and left to wander the cosmos while on the brink of insanity. nebula had never seen him with out the outfit, hidden underneath the shroud. and yet, he wasn’t all that mysterious. it had been easy to constantly tease him for the ridiculous spandex that covered him. idiot, she would say but smile despite herself because his charm had eventually rubbed off on her. even when she had decided that she had an intense distaste for the idiot in red, he had been able to easily turn it around faster than she could ever think. she realized that she had spent too much time with him to categorize the mercenary as a reptilian humanoid who cares not for personal hygiene. besides, the badoon did not trust women and with wade, well —

                   she wanted to think that he liked her.

the luphomoid had never wanted anything else but to be liked by him. perhaps it was because she had never been given so much attention as she did when she was with him. or perhaps she was affected by his fantastic ability in combat, enjoying the way her heart raced when he maimed someone. but what she is never unimpressed by was that with the fact he could never die. she had seen no weakness in wade wilson and she had loved it most about him. unlike her own body, whose anatomy was littered with endless flaws and imperfections. he regrew organs and reattached limbs while she was forced to rebuild herself in ways that only seemed to make her weaker despite limbs that could scale flat surfaces with ease. this is why she desperately wanted him to like her because conceivably, he wouldn’t see her as a flawed little girl. he would see her as cruel hurricane that did not back down. he could see her as a deadly woman that could bear his own insanity.

                      and the idea had forced her to look at him almost whenever she could.

she could pinpoint when he smiled, recognizing the way his mask wrinkled when his mouth moved the muscles in his face. she had learned to pick out what his moods were just by looking at the way his mask moved across his face. it had bordered on the brink of obsession were it not that he looked at her just as often. and in those moments when he caught her staring, she would feel the heat behind her face build to where she could no longer bear it. because he was unafraid of embarrassing her and of saying whatever came to his mind. she would have slaughtered anybody who made her feel like such an imbecile. however, the attention from him only made her want to bring herself closer. it was not what she had planned. in fact, their relationship had been an unintended clutter of feelings that she found so difficult to express. when her mouth opened to tell him, she could only press her lips together and run another series of words through her databanks.

                              ❝ can i, please, take it off ? ❞

‘please' had not been a word she had learned to use often. manners where not part of her training. but neither was love. and yet, here she was. and she realized how much of her time she had spent contemplating her affection for him. an infatuation that had gotten out of hand in her own mind and she was suddenly terrified that he didn't feel the same. but she had asked to take off the mask anyway because she did not want to leave him with out knowing what he looked like. her fingers reached out to gently graze across the edge of his camouflage, the veil that separated them. her other hand resting on his chest, wanting to be as close as she could. to gather any semblance of serenity that meant she could do it herself. she could reveal his visage. pinching the fabric between her fingers, she felt her own breath stop as she pulled it from his skin. his chest rising a falling faster than hers did. and when it was done, she let out a breath of relief.

                         relief.

she had felt something alleviate from the husk of her heart as she pulled the mask over his head. the tough carapace she had spent her entire life constructing seemed to crack and blow away as she stared as his face. and her fingers went numb, dropping the red fabric as it was now useless. it was not a face she would have looked at and immediately loved. it was a face she would had retreated from in disgust and attempted to put distance between. because it was imperfect and maimed and disfigured. a history of violence was written on his face.

                                                       but it was his face.

and she read his history as clear as she could the stars. her fingertips kissed his jawline, tracing the scars and the pockets of missing flesh. her thumb gingerly laid across his cheekbone, tracing small circles into the flesh. d’ast, he was not perfect. he was not foolproof or unflawed. he was the product of expelling his own weakness. of an almost constant failure that resulted in a disfigurement unlike any other. she was like him. erroneous when looked at and they had done this to themselves. deformed and inhuman. they had mutilated themselves in the hope that they would be stronger. and she nearly mourned the once devotedness she felt. because now it had all changed. because he was not some almighty, immortal god. he was like her and she understood the pain he felt. she understood what it was like to sacrifice for the sake of being able to keep moving. and now she loved him not for his perfection but his 

                                        imperfection.

her eyes were immersed in his appearance, attempting to take it all in and store him so that she could remind herself. remind herself that he was not something she should be afraid of, to be frightened away because of his immaculateness. because he wasn’t and she reacted on instinct. accomplishing the only thing the luphomoid had been thinking of doing since she had realized that she had fallen for him. she pressed her cerulean lips to his marred ones, closing the distance between them. and suddenly, she was drowning in him. and it was like finally realizing that she was enough. enough for someone to love her back. that she didn’t need to cripple herself any longer. her arms rested on his shoulders, encircling his neck as she attempted to disappear into him. her lips still linked with his and she couldn’t get enough. even when she was breathless from kissing him, she didn’t stop. there was no way she could. because this was their first kiss.