#zehoberian

[711robot-blog]

“The Gang Learns how to Love.”

Gamora hasn’t said a word to him in over an hour, was she upset that he had decided to pick up the unconscious android from beneath the rubble? She was nice enough to allow him join the team, but had intended on leaving him behind after registration at the center of the city. Canti had taken it upon himself to carry Atom’s unresponsive body around with them on what Gamora had began to refer to as a “Mission”. To Canti, it seemed more as if it was a errand rather than a mission even if there was a chance to get seriously hurt. That alone was reason enough for him to not leave behind his new comatose companion, who knows what would have happened to him if he was left alone.

So far the entire experience was very business orientated. They had all been following the locations marked on a map Canti had displayed on his screen. Despite the mundanity of the task, Canti was still on full alert. The rubble and waste of most of the city could easily hide any kind of threat waiting for them after the beacons are all placed. Canti’s arms full with carrying Atom on his back, there was no way to get Gamora’s attention though his usual means. She was ahead of him and had no intention of stopping.

I-it wasn’t English, in fact it was hardly a language. The sound of scrapping metal, otherworldly clicks, and the sound of static all escaped Canti’s grille as he called out to Gamora. He was starting to feel a little nervous.

711robot > @zehoberian > atomic-unit

[isolaradiale]

i’d like to apply as gamora from guardians of the galaxy/infinity war! i’ll be coming over from citta, my application and everything is all from before!

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Gamora!

You’ll be housed in House 122!

You’ll retain all your previously unlocked skills and abilities.

Have fun!

-- mod spica

[exbourreau]

                         ( @zehoberian )

          GREEN SKIN, SOMETHING THE VAMPIRE could say she has never seen in regards to those around her. different shades of hair was one thing, yet she was foreign to the concept of those not from earth. at least, that is what she can only presume unless the incident which had birthed her kind had also rewritten the very formulas that made up this woman. staring gently, it’s only when the other meets golden eyes that she realizes what she had been doing, snapping back instantly to reality and her socially awkward ways.

          great, hopefully the stranger didn’t think poorly of her for such an act.

          ❝ !! I... I’m--- ❞ stuttering out these words, she does her best to piece together anything understandable. ❝ What I mean to say is... I’m sorry for staring! It was rude of me to do so. I didn’t mean any harm! I promise!! ❞

[enchantedpoofs]

zehoberian started following you

“We are not our parents.“

[inv1s]

         Closing her eyes, Violet tries to fathom what the other said. It seemed ridiculous to her but probably made sense given their current situation. Still... to be this far from her family and the people she cared about... “You mean like other planets and stuff? So this is normal for you?”

         “I’d miss my family too much to leave them behind... If I had the choice anyway...” @zehoberian

[bevioletskies]

Starmora Movieverse Prompt: Romantic Date Night while pregnant.

mild spoiler warning for avengers: infinity war and a brief mention of speculation about avengers 4.ao3 | word count: 2.2k

“I swear to all the gods in the universe, if you ask me whether my feet hurt one more time, I will actually - ”

“Kill me? That stopped working five years ago, honey.” Peter glanced over at Gamora, who was sat in the co-pilot’s seat of the Benatar’s external pod, her hands resting comfortably atop her belly. “But seriously, you feelin’ okay? I can turn the ship around - ”

“I will turn this ship around myself if you don’t stop fussing,” Gamora exclaimed incredulously. “I’m pregnant, not incapacitated. Though I wouldn’t know the difference since you stopped me from being on active duty over a month ago.”

“Listen, I know you could be in labor and still take down a whole army by yourself. But it’s still risky, and anything could happen. I’m just lookin’ out for you and our kid,” Peter insisted, turning back towards the screens. “Besides, you’ve been great at being mission control. Our last two jobs went super smooth.”

“It would have gone even better, had I been present,” she retorted. “So where are you taking me, Peter, since you’ve been so stubborn about keeping it a secret?”

“It’s gonna stay a secret until we get there,” he teased, reaching over to squeeze her leg. “Don’t you trust me?”

“Marginally,” she said dryly, softening when he turned to frown exaggeratedly. “Of course I do. And this was a good idea, having a night out together. I feel like it’s been months since we’ve had some quality time alone, away from the team. I adore them, but Groot especially has been so fussy lately.”

“Prob’ly worried he’s not gonna be the baby of the group anymore,” Peter reasoned. “But he’s always gonna be our first kid.”

Gamora smiled. “He is.”

They settled back into comfortable silence - aside from the gentle lull of a song playing through the pod’s speakers, of course - Gamora glanced down at her stomach in contentment. She never pictured the sort of half-chaotic, half-domestic life she was living would have become her reality, a life in which she spent her days battling monsters and negotiating deals, and spent her nights curled up with Peter and having quality time with Nebula and the other Guardians. A life where, in a few months’ time, she was going to have a child, raise them to be good and honest and kind in a world where she’d witnessed so much of the very opposite. Or at least, she hoped that she could.

Life had stabilized greatly after the universe had been restored, and the Guardians were taking on less work as time went on, prioritizing their health, sanity, and relationships above almost all else - it was hard to say no when the entire galaxy was in danger, or when the Nova Corps came calling with a hefty cash reward within reach. Nebula now lived with them permanently, proving to be a surprisingly capable and cooperative team member, especially when it came to combat. She was also a little kinder in her Nebula-ish ways, cutting back on the snark in favor of awkward, but genuine expressions of affection for Gamora, sometimes even of the other Guardians as well.

“You definitely aren’t the worst person my sister could have decided to have a child with,” Nebula declared to Peter over breakfast one morning.

“That means a lot to me, thanks,” Peter deadpanned without missing a beat, shoveling more eggs into his mouth. Nebula almost seemed proud.

That wasn’t to say they were without their bad days. Drax was ecstatic that there was a baby on the way, but he did get a little morose when he thought too much about Kamaria and the time he’d spent with her and Hovat in the Soul Dimension. Rocket was less acerbic than before - after all, watching Groot die twice and being the only official Guardian left took a lot out of him - but he still got immensely cranky over the smallest of things. Then there was Groot himself, almost full-grown again, but now in the late-teen stage in which he believed he already knew everything he needed to know, that there was nothing left for him to learn from the others, making him near-insufferable.

“We’re here,” Peter announced, bringing Gamora out of her thoughts. She sat up, wide-eyed, at the realization of where they were - Knowhere. It was fully rebuilt as if Thanos had never touched it, still just as dirty and crime-ridden as ever, crawling with suspicious individuals committing suspicious acts, running rampant with no regards for anyone or anything in their way. Gamora had never been so relieved to see a place she once thought she would never want to return to again, not after what happened the last time they were here.

Peter brought the pod down to a parking dock and helped Gamora make her way out, given the fact that she was in the unflattering stage of less of a walk, and more of a waddle. They paused to glance at their surroundings, to see if the galaxy had pieced itself back together exactly the way it was supposed to, to take in the horrendous sights and smells, but Gamora knew exactly where Peter was planning on taking her.

“You know I can’t drink,” she reminded him as they walked through the front doors of the Boot of Jemiah. They were immediately greeted by the familiar shouts of excitement and anger at the gambling tables and the bar.

“We aren’t stayin’ inside. Just thought we could pick up some food before we head out there.” Peter gestured further down toward the back of the venue, past all the commotion, where the balcony was, the place where they’d first danced - sort of. Gamora smiled softly, accepting the menu that he passed her. “Any weird cravings today?”

“I would offer to split a piece of cake, but that would imply I couldn’t finish it all by myself,” Gamora smirked.

He laughed. “Just for that, I think I’m gonna have to get three slices so you can have one for the ride home.”

After they ordered and received their foods in cheap takeout containers that looked about five seconds away from crumbling into nothing, they went out onto the balcony, momentarily stunned by the surprising beauty of Knowhere’s night sky, swirls of deep, rich color in contrast to the twinkling stars. They sat down with their arms braced against the railing, legs swinging over the edge, and began eating in companionable silence.

A few minutes went by before either of them spoke again. “So this was your idea of a ‘romantic date night’?”

“I think comin’ back to Knowhere is very romantic,” Peter said defensively. “You don’t think so?”

“Believe me, I much prefer this over an expensive dinner by candlelight,” Gamora replied. “Or an evening boat ride...or a tour through an abandoned palace…or that strange club on Xandar with the dancers and the funny drinks...”

“I thought you had fun when we did that stuff.” Peter frowned. “Gamora - ”

“I did, honestly. Just...I like this more.” She reached over to take his hand, guiding it to rest on her stomach, rising and falling with every steady breath she took. “You also said you had a surprise for me.”

He relaxed somewhat, his shoulders loosening up while he gently rubbed her belly in reassurance. “Let’s finishing eating first and I’ll show you, okay?”

Once they got to their dessert, with Gamora taking a generous first bite of her cake as promised, Peter rummaged around in his bag for his holographic mapper. She looked at him curiously. “Haven’t seen that in a while.”

“Been working on reconstructing a couple things, scroungin’ around for data, that kinda thing.” Peter smacked it a couple times on the side before the display finally came to life. He then scrolled through a few menus, landing on the item that he wanted. Within seconds, a scene reconstructed itself before them, something incredibly...familiar.

“Peter,” Gamora breathed. “How did you - ”

“Pulled a few strings with the Nova Corps. Turns out they did pretty thorough documentation of Zehoberei after...y’know. Including some of the houses from your town.”

It wasn’t exactly Gamora’s house, of course, but most of the houses in her area were constructed at roughly the same time, resulting in similar structures and furnishings. Plaster walls, cone-shaped clay roofs, large windows, and rather impressive columns. Furnishings in creams and dark browns, with the occasional touch of deep reds, curtains that billowed in the breeze and comforters that, for a moment, looked far more inviting than anything Gamora had actually slept in before. She could almost remember her father’s cologne, her mother’s laugh.

“It’s amazing,” she whispered, her eyes becoming suspiciously wet. “And you have this saved?”

“So you can call it up whenever you like,” Peter replied, grinning. “There’s more, though. How ‘bout this one?”

Beside the Zehoberian house came a house of a different kind, one a little rundown but still well-maintained, with a lush front yard and a cozy-looking porch. Peter scrolled through to the inside, revealing a living room with mismatched furniture and an old-fashioned television set that was playing cartoons, a kitchen where an entire spread of baking utensils were waiting to be used, and at the dining table, a woman with headphones on, tapping her feet on the linoleum absentmindedly, flipping through a newspaper.

“Your mother.”

“The house I grew up in,” Peter nodded. “All these years later, and I can still remember the names and dates of the magazines she always kept on the coffee table. The number of stairs. That weird stain on the bathroom ceiling. I wish I got that kind of detail for yours.”

“It’s wonderful as it is, Peter. I couldn’t recall any of that myself,” she reassured him, resting her head on his shoulder. “Thank you.”

“Didn’t say I was finished yet,” he chuckled. With a few final taps on the screen, the two virtual houses slowly diverged to make room for one last location, one that didn’t exist yet. It was a bit shapeless, colorless, nothing distinctive, entirely nondescript. She looked at him in confusion. “So, what’s your favorite part about where you grew up?”

“I...liked the big windows,” Gamora said slowly, furrowing her brow. “Lots of fresh air...light. I didn’t get much of that while living on Sanctuary.” Just like that, the walls of the unknown house began to reshape itself, opening up to large, arched windows similar to the Zehoberei house. “Oh.”

“And I always loved that porch. Spent a lot of evenings sitting out there with a book and my Walkman.” It formed on the very front of the building, topped off with a modest door to match. “Rooms for our friends - ” a second floor materialized in front of them “ - a room for us, a room for the baby - ” it continued to grow into something more real, more akin to an actual house “ - living room, kitchen, dining room, a home gym...do you want your own study?” Gamora nodded, speechless. Another extension popped out on its side. “I think that’s starting to look like something, don’t you?”

“Is this...real, Peter?” Gamora asked, watching as the furnishing began settling in their places, a near-perfect mixture of the Zehoberian style and the Terran style, homely and cozy yet subtly stylish, with an array of rugs and throws and blankets, shelves full of all the books she loved and the ones she still had yet to read, old-school audio equipment for Peter to tinker around with, and a crib, waiting patiently for its occupant to arrive.

“It can be,” he said quietly. “I think we’ve saved up enough money - and saved enough lives - to afford to settle down for at least the baby’s first year, right?”

“Is that what this is all about?” she laughed, shaking her head in disbelief.

“I know you wanna keep kicking ass and protecting the galaxy. I do, too. And you managed to bounce back from everything that happened and still fight, when just about anyone else would’ve given up. That takes some real guts, and I love you more than ever for being so damn strong,” Peter said fiercely, setting down the holographic mapper so he could take her face in his hands. “But just...hear me out, okay? What if we just...took some time to ourselves? And I mean the whole team. Shacked up in a house we designed and built ourselves to act as our new base of operations. Do some remote missions, I dunno. Bond with the kid, be a family. Well, until we get sick of each other.”

“You say that like it hasn’t already happened,” Gamora teased, placing her hands over his. “And...it’s a really good idea, Peter. After everything that’s happened, everything that’s about to happen...I think I deserve a break.”

“You really do,” he said, kissing her forehead. “Don’t bear the burden of the entire universe, Gamora. I know you think you’re responsible for more than you really are. You’re not. And that’s a good thing! So let’s raise an awesome kid with our family and let the galaxy take care of itself for once.”

“Unless there’s a universe-ending event, again,” she protested, smiling despite herself.

“That goes without saying,” he chuckled, wrapping his arms around her, his hand coming to rest on her stomach once more. She leaned into him, pleased to hear his heartbeat match with hers and the baby’s, in perfect synchronicity. “Gotta make sure there’s a whole world out there for our kid to explore.”

[zehoberian]

zehobereiassassin —> zehoberian

[mischiefreagent-blog]

@zehoberian--

    “Even the Guardians are here, then, too?” Loki’s lips were a flat line. “Now this is beginning to concern me. I don’t suppose your happy gaggle of intergalactic--bare with me--noble heroes has fared any better, Gamora?”

[711robot-blog]

My Robot, My Robot and Me

{711robot -> @atomic-unit -> zehoberian}

It had only been an hour since Canti, Gamora, and Atom had began placing beacons. The mundanity of the entire task was peaceful enough for casual exchanges, mainly only between Canti and Gamora as Atom still needed rest and time to recover, but that didn’t stop him from commenting every now and then. Most of it had simply been...questions for Canti. Gamora had been asking him all sorts of odd questions that either he had no answer for or simply he had decided not to answer all together. Despite this he was more than happy to speak of his family back home as well as his new more recent family as well.

Abruptly at the peak of these satisfying conversations, Canti had notified the others of a signal he had began to pick up from the center of the city, which he displayed on his screen. He had began to broadcast what had began to be relayed to the rest of the island. There was footage of even some of the monsters being shown on his screen, although the party did see the affects of the buildings half materialized- the monsters had not been as densely packed as some other locations within the city.

The only problem Canti noticed was that the closest Construction Point lead deeper into the city, which meant more monsters. Had he just been with Atom, he’d be able to ferry him over by flying over most of the destruction. Canti unintentionally threw a worried look over to Gamora before making sure that his friend on his back was in a proper and comfortable position for what’s about to happen next.

[isolaradiale]

acting on the prior reserve, here's gamora from guardians of the galaxy. her application is located under the first link 'dossier' or /app today is 4/16.

Welcome to scenic Isola Radiale, Gamora!

You will be housed in HOUSE 122.

You will retain your healing factor at a third of its usual speed. You’ll also be given a wooden sword.

– mod altair.

[enchantedpoofs]

zehoberian 

SCREAMING

I have more of us.

[infinitst]

SELF-KNOWLEDGE QUESTIONAIRE

[ REPOST (don’t reblog) ]

RATIONALITY

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

MISANTHROPY

You have seen the darker side of human nature, even in daily life. When you look beneath the surface everyone is pretty messed up; there’s more selfishness circulating that others admit. You are never surprised by the stupidity of others, even though it annoys you. Your streak of misanthropy is, in fact, a requirement of remaining sane. You’ve wisely come to terms with your need to sometimes confidently reject people.

DEFENSIVENESS

One tendency in you – which is of course normal to the human race – is to bristle when criticised, and to defend yourself when you feel under threat from aggression or blame. Defensiveness can make you conceal your less honourable motives, from others, and from yourself. The habits once made sense: they all derive from past efforts to protect yourself. And most of the time – because we don’t get much help in loving ourselves – you still need them to feel secure.

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[harleycide]

Ok, so I made a decent dent in my drafts, but I know I still owe:

@zehoberian

@bxsiliisk

@claranavitas

@clawedvigilante

@rooksassassin

Please let me know if I owe you a reply and you’re not on this list! The activity thing is KILLING me.

[firstgemboy-citta-blog]

@zehoberian

“Hm. The answer to this is probably yes...but, have you ever had someone write a song about you?”

[711robot-blog]

Team MY ROBOT MY ROBOT AND ME

featuring:

GreenMom @zehoberian

Local Housemaid @711robot

A dirty boy @atomic-unit

[infinitst]

ANIMAL FAMILIAR QUIZ.

(( REPOST don’t reblog ))

Your animal familiar is the--

                                               || Butterfly ||

    Though often overlooked, the Butterfly familiar is a major symbol of one who has had a major change or transformation in their life. Very likely, you have gone through many struggles in life, many of them within yourself, as you tried to find who you were and what your purpose was. Maybe you are still going through that, or maybe you have had a breakthrough and discovered who you truly are inside. Butterflies represent a lively, inspired individual, and understanding life's deepest secrets.

    A Butterfly familiar helps their master stay sure of themselves and remain themselves, as well as inspire them throughout life.

This familiar represents--

Transformation

Breakthrough in character

Understanding

Secrets

Liveliness

Inspiration

Uniqueness

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