#nebularistic

who steals french fries off the other’s plate: neb ofc! bastila would just watch her do it like i see how it is.who jokingly moves in for the kiss when someone asks if they’re a couple: i can only see nebula doing it if and when they’re really close…who has to bust or bail the other out of jail: it could happen for both of them so i’d say both of them. but i take bastila would be the one to do it more often.who gives the other advice/comfort about dating issues: both again. although bastila has the sexual and romantic disposition of a passion fruit locked in a drawer, ironically enough. even if awkwardly, i think she’d be there to at least listen to nebula. would also be proud enough to not share her woes before they get close.who shamelessly cheats at games by reaching over to cover the other’s eyes: bastila is no cheater and if neb wants to keep her head in place, she shouldn’t either. but i guess she could do that just knowing it would irritate the princess…who immediately calls dibs on the top bunk: i don’t think any of them particularly care about it.who starts and who wins the pillow fights: again… neb starts and bastila is the one to get it going until one of them is lying in the bloody floor.who says “your pants would look better on their floor” to the other’s potential crush: nebula. which earns her a most vividly painful and yet discreet elbow on the hip. watch urself, neb. B|

TOUCH  |  selective ; 

θ: For my muse wanting to show that they are worried about your muse

               EXTERIORS  HAVE  turned  cold  against  one  another.                  The  once   warmth  and   possibly  LOVING   sibling-like                  emotions   they   had   once   held   for   each   other, were                   slowly diminishing.  As their  FATHER  pins them against                  one another,  HATRED  and  ENVY  replaced adoration                   and love. They were together, but COMPLETELY alone.                  It wasn’t abnormal for  even their  COLDEST  shunnings                  to   awaken  a  GUILT  within  the  Zen  Whoberis. Eating                   at  her   core  as   she  glances   towards  her  sister.  How                  she    BETRAYED    her   all    for    HIM.    All   for   the              AFFECTIONS and praises of their Father. 

                                              The MAD titan.

                  How climbing her way to the  TOP  and letting Nebula                   fall  beneath her,  never reaching out to  give a helping                  hand.  Cold  and  cruel.  That was  how  the game was                   played, that’s  how it was  MEANT  to be. And to the                 VICTOR went the spoils. Nebula would be punished                  and Gamora would have a  BETTER  nights sleep. It                  was a  CRUEL  thing,  Gamora had done. Letting her                  sister  take  the  blame,  allowing  her  SISTER  to be                   experimented on again and again. It was painful.

                  And Gamora was CRUEL. Just like their Master. 

                  It had only been HOURS  after their training, when                   Gamora couldn’t get that PEACEFUL rest Thanos                  had made  her  to  believe, she  deserved.  Because                  she  was  the  FAVORED  daughter,  because she                   wasn’t the FAILURE.  And the Zen Whoberis knew                  exactly  how  PAINFUL  those  modifications were.                  The guilt  was keeping  her  awake,  and  though the                  room  where  Nebula  resided  was  far  away–––she                  could almost HEAR the tormented screams.

                  Maybe it   was all in   her head.   But  it  didn’t  stop  her                   from WANDERING out of her room, sneaking around                  to find her sister.  Silent as she  could be,  she PEAKS                  into the room. 

MARI’S hesitation is not in herself ; it is in the streams of data, words, scans of criminal records and things long since PROGRAMMED into her ( you are MORE than a machine, MORE than derelict, steady yourself mighty Icarus of the stars. ). 

“ YOU MAKE a girl wanna show her true colours. ”

THERE’S no longer any hesitation in the cyborg’s steps, as she twists her neck, listens to the pop. she’s prepared for a FIGHT. she’s prepared to go down kicking and screaming, prepared to drive knives into skin, prepared to fight until her heart’s ripped from her chest and presented to the girls. theres a flash in her eyes, like a computer coming to life, and she looks up, eyes nearly GLOWING in the shadows. past the thoughts come the fight simulations, the varying ways this can go. if she must, SHE WILL FIGHT.

ROUGH TOUCH  |  selectively accepting ; 

30. My muse breaks your muse’s arm.

           SHE  NEVER   wanted  to   do   it. Their   training   had              just   begun,   but    their   FATHER   wanted   to   teach              them  a  lesson.   WHY    was   it   wrong   for   them   to              build   a  sibling  bond?  For   GAMORA   to  go  a  little             easier   or  to   TRY   not  to  hit  Nebula  as   hard.  They             were   not   MADE   for  battle,  not  made  to  fight   like             this.    And   Gamora    had    grown   tiresome,   tired   of             fighting   over  and   OVER   again.   She   was  fatigued,             and so was Nebula. But under the ever so WATCHFUL             eye  of  Thanos,  THEY  could  not  get  away with it any             longer.   Once    Gamora   had   Nebula    pinned   to   the              ground,   knee  on  the  girl’s   elbow   and   pulling   softly             on the hand she was ‘threatening’ to break.

             Before  Gamora  could   let   go   of   Nebula’s   hand,  Thanos             rose  from  his  chair.   SCOLDING   the  Zen   Whoberis   to              break it. Fear RUSHED over her, how could she ACTUALLY             harm   Nebula–––someone   who    was   the   ONLY   person              to talk to,   to   get   that   interaction   she   CRAVED   since              being under the care of the Titan.

             Threats   were  being  thrown  like  SHARP  daggers.  The              threat of being  PUNISHED.  If she didn’t break Nebula’s             arm, then THANOS  would  MAKE  Gamora  do  it,  and              still be punished. The girl glanced  down at Nebula, staring             with wide eyes. It was  WRONG,  but how could  she say              no to the person that had   SAVED  her  from death. Why             would she risk being HARMED herself even after Nebula             was going to be harmed either way. 

             Everything seemed SILENT, washing over and suffocating.             Her eyes glanced away, fixated  on   the  SPACE  between              where  they   were,   and   where    Thanos  stood. Thoughts              swarming, making  it   hard   to   focus   on what she should             and  shouldn’t  do. But   SINCE   they’ve  been  in  training,             the lines began to blur, into  everything  she  SHOULD  do             to  be  an  OBEDIENT  daughter. Never even noticing that             Gamora  had   been  pulling  Nebula’s  arm   back  and  that             she was yelling out in pain.

            Gamora  didn’t  even  HEAR  the snap of her arm.  Not              until Thanos had a small smile on his lips, one someone             would RARELY notice. SCREAMS of pain filled the air,             silence pushed out of the room with nothing  but  agony.             The girl moved off of Nebula––––looking  down  at  what             she had CAUSED.

damia: omg u nerd

ℒᴏᴋɪ *:・ﾟ✧: sHH....

damia: and u call me..... the nerd

ℒᴏᴋɪ *:・ﾟ✧: bc u are

damia: tru

ℒᴏᴋɪ *:・ﾟ✧: yah

damia: well yah... I'm the one watching an Australian mermaid show......

damia: BINGE WATCHES H2O.

ℒᴏᴋɪ *:・ﾟ✧: lmAO me getting too much into a horror movie's world and u watching a preteen melodrama. .. . look at us

             ❛  YOU SUFFER

                          from an irreparable design flaw. are you certain                           you are meant to escort me? they send...better                           warriors for petty missions to petty moons.❜

           ❝   — you could kill me, I suppose,         but then you would be alone, && that would be so thoroughly tragic.                      additionally, you would also be without my aid when you                                     arrive at our decidedly unfriendly destination.

                           ...perhaps that is the reason I should have begun with.