#FINALLY BACK EITH THE SKETCHBOOK

[whereismyhat5678]

OH MAN-

I haven’t drawn in my sketchbook in A WHILE-

(Not even in a while- LIKE IN FOREVER-)

So I did some tiny sketches finally- BEHOLD 💥💥

I actually cannot tell you the context for this I’m so sorry I am the way that I am- 🥲💀

[kitkatfandomgirl]

Part of The Team 1/?

Request:

“Peter quill x sister request? After his dad died he was supposed to loose his power but what if he didn’t? He finds out he had a younger sister more powerful than him and finds out she’s also human like him. He visits earth to find her and finds she’s in foster care cause she’s underage so he takes her with him? I think it would make a cute one shot or more.”

There will be some strong language. Nothing too extreme though.

Key: all the usual stuff, but (I/S) means insert US state, either the one you live in, one you know of, or one you want to live in! Also, (F/N) in this case is full name, for example, if you go by Ella, but your full name is Elanor, you’d fill that space with Elanor. If you don’t shorten your name, that can just be a normal (Y/N) spot! 

 SO. This is going to be a series and the parts will be linked here as I post them!!.

Part 1 Part 2

[tagging: @purplekitten30 ]

“Groot! For your own sake, get off that tablet and do something!” Gamora yelled as she took down another Chitauri. 

“I am grooooot.” The teen said as he waved her off and turned up his headphones. 

“Hey! Don’t talk to Gamora like that! Plus, that was a month ago!! What have you done since then?!” Peter grunted as he pulled together all the materials Rocket needed for a new gun that would (hopefully) blast the Chitauri into another system. 

“I am Groot!” He shrieks in anger as a Chitauri busts a hole through his tablet with a blaster. The Chitauri stopped dead in its tracks and freezes in fear. Groot takes the alien in his hands and curtly throws the offender off the ship and onto a passing asteroid, destroying the rock in the process.

 “Teenagers. What’re ya gonna do about em?” Rocket shrugs as he carries on building the heavy artillery, “Now Quill, this thing is gonna be a one-time use! We need as many of them within a fifty-yard radius as possible!” 

 “Gotcha Rocket!” Peter shouts as he takes off. Groot had finally joined the team in the fight and the whole process was going smoothly. It seemed that the entirety of the small Chitauri army was within ten feet of the whole team and Rocket was finally ready to set off his mystery weapon. In a near-blinding flash of light, the hostile species was blasted away and out of sight.

 Abandoned spacecraft floated about aimlessly and occasionally clashed into each other. A subtle beeping attracted the attention of the whole team. “That scooter better not blow up and kill us,” Peter said as he slowly backed away from the craft.

 "Awh noooo… that’s not an exploding beep, I know my boom beeps from my beep beeps,“ Rocket said as he waved off Peter’s cautionary actions and got closer to the small ship to look at the screen.

 A silence fell among the group. 

 "BOOM!” Drax yelled, startling everyone except for Groot, whom had replaced his broken headphones with new ones and returned to his device, “HAHAHAHAHAAHA! You should have seen your faces! They were riddled with surprise because you thought Rocket blew up!“ 

 "Yes! We did! And quite frankly, I am sick of both you and Groot’s childish behavior!” A tense silence lasted for seconds before Peter nudged the two away. 

“I suggest you both get back to the ship,” he then leaned in to whisper, “ Before Gamora decides to leave you here…”

The duo made their way back to the ship silently and Peter returned to a stressed Gamora.

“I swear, Peter… Those idiots are going to be the death of me…”

“Just give them time-”

“Quill! Gamora! I got past the main firewall, but the rest is gibberish! Anyone know this language?”

Gamora stepped forward, pushing Rocket away from the screen and reading the ancient language. A few seconds later, an impatient Peter spoke up,

“What, what is it?”

“Peter, the Chitauri were not looking to destroy earth. They were looking for a weapon- wait- someone that can be used as a weapon…”

“Okay, that’s not great… But is’s better than world destruction!”

“It says here that she’s more powerful than both you and your father, but she doesn’t even know of her powers…”

“Again, that’s great! That means she won’t be able to kill us eith-”

“Peter, that’s not the only thing, the document says she’s your sister.”

You sighed in annoyance as you tossed the three duffel bags that held all of your belongings onto the third new bed in the third new room you’ve had in the span of four years.You decided not to bother with unpacking today.You were too upset and frustrated to even begin the tedious job.

Your previous foster family had you in custody for two years, and those two years were great! It was just four people, your foster parents, your foster brother, and you. They had fooled you into thinking that they were going to adopt you! What a bunch of baloney that was because a month after your birthday they sent you back into the system, apparently things “weren’t going to work out the way they wanted” which was foster code for either we’re pregnant, or we’re tired of you from your experience.

 Which led you here, in the same old (I/S), starting over… yet again. Luckily, it was summer, so you wouldn’t have any worries about school for the time being, and instead, you could focus on your actual interests, such as art! More specifically, drawing, your sketchbook was your number one outlet for all of your emotions, and you were luckily able to keep it over the span of three moves.

You decided to open the blinds in your dark room to let some light in, plug in your earbuds, listen to your favorite playlist from your phone, and flip through your sketchbook aimlessly because you didn’t have much to do at this point. Time had pretty much escaped you at this point, but your concentration was broken sometime later by the whirring of helicopter blades. 

“Wai- a helicopter… in this neighborhood?” You said to yourself as you jumped off the bed and removed your earbuds to look out the window that faced this family’s large backyard. You were shocked to see a black helicopter with the logo from that secret agency from a couple years ago, it was SHIELD.

You put your phone in your pocket and rushed downstairs along with your foster parents. They seemed more on cautious than curious of the helicopter. You, on the other hand, were out the door to the backyard in the blink of an eye. 

The large, whirring propellers slowed to a stop and three figures exited the helicopter and began to approach the back porch, one was a large and, quite frankly, intimidating man with an eye patch and a scar that ran under it. Then there was a woman with red hair and a look on her face that said she was on guard and ready to strike, you recognized her as Natasha Romanov from the televised hearing that was held the same year you learned about SHIELD. Finally, there was a blonde guy with a face just as serious as Natasha’s, but with a bow and quiver on his back… you didn’t know what that was about. It was safe to assume he was one of the Avengers, Hawkeye.

You glanced back to your foster parents, only to notice that they were long gone. The slamming of car doors and screeching of tires as they left your driveway only confirmed the assumption.

Your attention was turned back to the strangers from the helicopter as they approached once more. You couldn’t help but scoff at the irony of your legal guardians scrambling to leave at the slightest hint of trouble. Once the group reached you, the blonde man offered you a slight smile and opened his mouth to say something before he was interrupted by Mr. Eyepatch.

“Are you, (F/N) (L/N)?”

You were surprised the man knew your name, but couldn’t stop the smirk that rose to your face, as you said, “Yes, this is she, it is such an honor to meet you, Jedi Master Windu,” The blonde lost his composure and snorted, casting a glance at the redhead and signing something to her, to which she nodded and smirked. 

There was a continued silence as you looked at all three figures and furrowed your brow, “so, what exactly do you want from me?”

 Eyepatch cast a glance to the agents over his shoulder before looking back to you, “How much do you know about the Guardians of the Galaxy?” 

You furrowed your brow even further, “Guardians of the what?” 

The archer laughed, approaching you and clapping a hand on your shoulder, “Pack your bags, kid. You’re in for a wild ride, and we’ve got a lot to tell you.”