#also Drax is a mood

[countlessimagines]

New Guy Around [ Adam Warlock x Reader ]

!!!!!! GOTG VOLUME 3 SPOILERS!!!!!

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Summary: While helping rebuild Nowhere, you get to know the man who tried to kill your friends.

A/N: I’ve loved Will Poulter since I was 13 so of course I would fall in love with Adam Warlock <3 also my apologies for this kind of being small, my future imagines of him will definitely be longer! Enjoy for now though loves!!

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It was a normal day for you when you began to talk to Adam; wake up to little raccoons climbing all over you, eating breakfast with Rocket and Groot, and helping Drax with the kids.

It usually consisted of Drax translating what they’re saying while you tried to get them settled into new homes with people willing to take them in.

And as usual, Adam would stroll around like a lost puppy trying to figure out what to do for the day. While he made himself useful by going person to person, today he looked more confused than ever.

You still weren’t on the best terms with him, despite the rest of the guardians giving him a second chance. It didn’t help that they told you what he was trying to do before they rescued him.

With a deep sigh, you let Drax deal with the children for the day and walked over to Adam.

“Do you need something to do?” You asked him and he seemed a bit startled that you were actually talking to him.

“Uh, yes?” Adam said and immediately began to follow behind you as you made your way to your small apartment. It had been destroyed pretty badly in the fight, and you could use all the help you could get into repairing it back to normal.

While your place was livable, it still needed something to make it more of a home.

You let Adam in and instructed him on fixing one of the walls with many holes in it. He got right to work and was pretty silent the whole time. Meanwhile, you straightened up your work desk littered with plants, pots, soil, and little figurines you built for the children.

“Can I ask you a question?” Adam said, taking you out from your little flow of organizing.

You hummed a yes and waited for whatever question he was going to say. You honestly weren’t in the mood for a conversation, though.

“For all those plants on your desk, you sure don’t decorate this place enough.”

You turned sharply to him, wondering why it was relevant to ask such a thing. “Maybe if the people you had been working for hadn’t ruined my place, I would be able to put things up by now. But no, I have to fix it first.”

“All I’m saying is a flower on your table would suffice.” Adam shrugged and began to work again.

You rolled your eyes and continued to replant some of the white flowers you knew Groot loved. “If you must know I gift these flowers to people I care about.”

Adam stood up from the ground and walked over to your desk. “Will I get one of them?” He was teasing you with a smile and a question you knew was a joke.

“Maybe one day if you don’t mess it up for yourself,” you said and glanced up at him. He was significantly taller than you, and it wasn’t until now that you noticed how close he was. “And maybe, just maybe if I forgive you for trying to kill my friends.”

Adam nodded and promptly began to work again. “I will win you over.”

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Then it became normal for Adam to arrive every morning at your door to help repair the rest of your apartment.

While he worked, you would either tend to your plants or build figurines for the children. It kept both of you busy and eventually a comfortable silence would fall between the two of you. Well, besides Rocket blasting music over the speakers.

Adam would often go to your desk, do a little nod of approval at what you were creating, then go back to working. You would tend to sneak looks at him, thinking he didn’t notice but he always did.

You hated to admit that you found the golden man attractive, and fought against the thoughts that plagued your mind about him. You didn’t want to get close to him… yet.

Adam was very helpful and extremely nice to you, and you could tell he was trying to make up for his past transgressions. You felt bad for being an ass to him, and one day you tried to make up for it. You made him a figurine of his pet that always seemed to find its way to him.

You had left it at his apartment one night and thought nothing of it, expecting nothing in return.

It was the weekend now, and Adam tended to only help on weekdays, so you didn’t expect to wake up to him at your door. He was holding something behind his back, but you didn’t ask any questions.

“Oh, um, good morning?” You said sleepily, still in pajamas.

“I wanted to stop by to say thank you for my gift.” Adam smiled and you noticed he had placed it in the pocket of his shirt.

“Of course, it was my way of saying thank you for all the help.” You did a small smile in return.

Adam shifted on his feet and pulled out a small daisy from behind his back. “I, uh, picked this for you. I know it’s not much but you always gift flowers to people so I thought you deserved one yourself.”

You grinned happily and accepted the flower with a thank you. The tiny flower meant the world to you and Adam seemed ecstatic to give it to you.

“That’s the first ever gift I’ve given someone.” Adam looked so innocent and sad when he said that, almost as if his history did haunt him.

“It’s lovely.” You gave him a hug which took him by surprise but he gladly wrapped his arms around you.

“I was wondering if you’d like to…” Adam’s words trailed off in confusion, not finding the word he needed.

“Go on a date?” You helped him out, knowing exactly what he meant.

“Yes, that,” he said with his dorky smile and awaited your answer.

“I would love that.” You smiled brightly at him, delighted that Adam ended up being a sweet person beneath all the gold.

[cokoweee]

I know everyone’s been talking about his tail movements but something I find really funny is that most turtles don’t wag their tails unless they’re A in stress or discomfort or B they’re uhhhhh aroused for lack of better word. So like they do use them as a way of communicating, but usually only for negative moods. They also use it to help swim but that’s not important rn

However, domestic turtles use it as a way of greeting after learning who their “person” is. I have no idea if that was intentional or not but it’s still super funny to me that’s he’s consistent with that particular area of turtle stuff. Like he has just always used his tail when he’s embarrassed, flustered, upset etc. His excessive tail wagging implies that drax may have just stolen that lil guy from a pet store or something which I find hilarious

Idk if that’s been intentional or not but kudos my dude

-writing anon 👹

(I fell into a deep rabbit hole researching stuff the other day for a lil somthin somethin)

I DIDNY KNOW THAT ANF HONESTLY IT MAKES THINGS WAY FUNNIER. Spit more turtles traits at me and I’m eating that shit right up

I do love the thought that Draxum just raided a pet store and yoinked their fancy turtles

[somewhere-on-knowhere]

Queer Headcanons for Guardians of the Galaxy

idk i'm gay and it's pride month and I like to write these characters as queer as possible so i wanna share my personal headcanons for each of the gang.

Peter: Bisexual. This man has fucked aliens with tentacles and needles for teeth and you're telling me he draws the line at men? No way. He and Thor totally pity-banged each other once.

Gamora: I have no reason for this whatsoever, but I really want Gamora to be bi, too. Ravager!Gamora uses her freedom from Thanos to experiment a little in that regard.

Nebula: Nebula gives off pansexual vibes to me in the sense that I feel she very rarely feels attraction at all and when she does, the person's gender doesn't factor into it. I also feel like she'd be demisexual. Also I sometimes headcanon her as trans or genderqueer, usually in Human AUs.

Drax: I feel like Drax is omnisexual and attracted to more masculine traits and appearances. The way he was talking about Thor lol. He likes his women buff and that's a mood.

Mantis: There are two versions of Mantis that exist in my head. One of them is aroace purely because of this one interview I saw with Pom Klementieff back in 2017 where she said she didn't think Mantis was "sexual", but I feel like it's kinda lame to headcanon the "cute and innocent" character as being ace xD. So then there's also my other version of Mantis that's a lesbian and kinda covertly horny xD (I write her as gay in Time After Time lol)

Kraglin: He's pan, too, and kind of a serial dater. He also gives me poly vibes for some reason. He and Yondu totally had something going on; I like shipping them legitly and as exes xD

Yondu: This man wouldn't give two shits about labels. He just knows when he's attracted to someone and doesn't care about what their gender is.

Rocket: I don't ship Rocket with anyone, but since writing Loud Love and getting a comment about it, I lean hard into this raccoon being a sex-repulsed ace.

Adam: Adam is kinda too child-coded for me to ship with anyone and I'm unsure of an exact headcanon for him but I love the idea of people of all genders hitting on him because he's handsome and Adam having no idea that's what's happening.

Groot: Just loves his weird gay family.

Cosmo: A good dog. <3

[phoebepheebsphibs]

Thinking about a ROTTMNT Human AU I was gonna make, and randomly remembered a huge plot...

(I'm in an infodumping mood again)

So basically this human AU follows Yoshi Hamato, aka Lou Jitsu as he adopts four little boys from "Draxum's Home for Lost Lambs". (Raph was the unplanned child of a struggling single mother, who was forced to give him up for adoption. Leo and Donnie were the only biologically-related kids out of the four. Their parents died in a car crash. Mikey was a dumpster baby, found in the alleys by Draxum.) <This is important to the plot! There's a lot more to the story, but it's all subject to change and still in the rough draft state.

Leo, having found a flier for some cool event in the woods (like a musical festival or something) wants to go by himself, but is instructed by Yoshi to take Mikey with him. Leo has an argument with his Dad over it, but Yoshi remains adamant that he take his little brother. Leo grumbles the entire time he and Mikey ride up, and even has an argument with Mikey during the drive where he says something along the lines of "I wish I wasn't your older brother". Before Leo can take it back or Mikey can refute, the two get into an accident after a truck runs Leo's moped off the side of the road and onto a cliff ledge.

Leo wakes up in his bedroom, the day having restarted. He finds that no one remembers Mikey, no one knows who he is! Leo does some investigation and discovers that there is no evidence that Mikey ever even existed. In desperation, Leo visits Draxum's orphanage to ask if Mikey was ever found or adopted, and Drax says no, he has no record of Mikey. Leo realizes that it is possible Mikey was never rescued as a baby and may have died. Draxum suggests that Leo go to the last spot he saw "Mikey" at. Leo does, and has a vision of what happened (from the audience's POV, Mikey just simply yelled at Leo to "look out" before the screen cut to black), and Leo sees that a speeding delivery truck ran them off the road and clipped the back of Leo's moped, causing them to skid and spiral, knocking them into the barrier and sending Mikey flying off the side of the cliff while Leo was thrown several feet forward. Leo realizes that he's dreaming and goes to the vision of his real self and begs him to wake up because Mikey needs him...

Leo wakes up, calls 911, and manages to climb down the side of the cliff to rescue Mikey.

A helicopter arrives shortly afterwards and rescues the two of them, though Mikey is in a coma. At the hospital, Leo explains the situation to everyone, even the argument. Raph and Donnie comfort Leo after he admits what he said to Mikey before the wreck. Micheal stays unconscious for three days before waking up, and Leo is the first to see him. The two talk it over and Mikey slowly recounts his memories leading up to the crash, even remembering the argument, though he tries to gaslight Leo into thinking he doesn't. Leo apologizes profusely and comforts Mikey, saying that he "got a glimpse of what a world without his little brother was like" and that he never wants to see that again. Mikey also tells Leo he saw the truck that hit them, specifically the logo on the side of the van... it was a delivery truck for the Foot Shack...

There's more after this, but for now that's all I'm sharing!!

[fangsandquills]

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୨୧┇Name: Fang/ Fangz

୨୧┇Gender: genderfluid, biromantic and asexual

୨୧┇Age: 15.

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୨୧┇Food: Pasta

୨୧┇Color: Purple

୨୧┇Songs: Frank Sinatra and Stevie Nicks/Fleetwood Mac

୨୧┇Anime/shows/movies: Haikyuu, TMNT (2012, rise and bayverse/2016), lego movies, arcane, yuurivoice, etc.

୨୧┇Games: Bugsnax, Pokemon, FNAF, Dating sims, etc!

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୨୧┇Likes: drawing, LPS, painting, talking, writing.

୨୧┇Dislikes: haters and people who r mean smh 😒

୨୧┇Birthday: feb 13!

୨୧┇Timezone: Noneya!

୨୧┇DM Status: open if you dont want to use my request box.

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Request can either be messaged to me through DM or may be sent through my Inbox on my page, dont ask in the comments of posts unless you’re requesting a continuation of the relevant writing.

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RULES:

Will do:

•Fluff/Comfort

•Romantic/Platonic

•Angst/Hurt (with or without resolve)

•Gore/Physical hurting. (With TW’s, CW’s ETC.)

•Suggestive writing (kisses, blah blah blah.)

Wont do:

•NSFW/LEMON/LIME/ IDGAF i wont write sex. Grrr.

•Child readers

•Fetish Content.

•Pregnant stuff sorry i just cant. Makes me feel off.

•Once again, smut, dont ask or i will cry at the foot of my bed.

•Religious stuffs

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TERMS:

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* I CAN DENY WHATEVER I WANT. DO NOT PESTER ME IF I DENY IT.

-with the above^ If its something against my rules it’s immediately deleted, if I feel in the mood, ill respond to it and let you know that its been denied.

-Also! Please dont pester me about your ask. Ill get it done i promise! Each ask takes me a while to get just right. :) im picky with my writing!

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FANDOMS!!.•*.zZ

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Shows:

•2012/Rise TMNT

- Donnie

- Raph

- Leo

-Mikey

-Casey (2012)

-April (2012)

•Eltingville Club

-Bill Dickey

-Josh Levey

-Pete Dinuzo

-Jerry Stokes

•Superjail

-Warden

-Jerry

-Twins (seperately)

-Mistress

-Alice

•HTTYD

-Hiccup

-Astrid

-Tuffnut

-Ruffnut

-Snotlout

-uhhhhh uhhhh Eret son of Eret

•Arcane/AU Arcane

-Jinx

-Vi

-Caitlyn

-Silco

-Viktor

-Jayce

-Claggor

-Mylo

-Ekko

-Singed

-Vander

-ask for anyone else

•MoominValley

-Snufkin

-Moomin

-Snorkmaiden

-Joxter

•The Owl House

-Luz

-Amity

-Willow

-Gus

-Hunter

-Eda

-Raine

-Lilith

-Belos

•Tangled the Series

-Raps

-Cass

-Flynn

-Varian

-The twins (seperately.)

•Metal Family

-Glam

-Vicky

-Chez

-Dee

-Heavy

-Lif (if i like the request)

•Gravity Falls:

-Stanley

-Stanford

-Robbie

-Lazy Susan

-Fiddleford (post and pre psychosis)

-Soos

Movies:

•2016 TMNT:

-Any of fhe turtles

-Bebop and Rocksteady

-Shredder

-April

-Casey

•Sweet Home Alabama:

-Any characters at all :D

•Scream:

-Anyone really!

•Gardians Of The Galaxy:

-Peter

-Gamora

-Nebula

-Drax

-Mantis

-Groot (adult)

-Rocket

-Yondu

•Ghostbusters:

-The Ghostbusters

•The Newer Ghostbusters:

-Pheobe

-Lars (meow)

•Sonic movies:

-Sonic

-Tails

-Knuckles

-Shadow

-Eggman

Dating Sims/ xlisteners:

•The Arcana:

-Lucio

-Nadia

-Portia

-Julian

-Muriel

-Asra

-Valdemar

-any others you can think of

•John Doe:

-…ill give you ONE guess.

•Cupids Kiss:

-Cupid, Duh.

•Yuurivoice:

-Charlie

-Auron

-Seth

-Alphonse

-Jack

-Finn

-Faust

•Dark and Twisted ASMR:

-Any of his Slashers!

-(ESPECIALLY NORMAN!)

Misc:

•TF2:

-All Characters

•Overwatch:

-All Heros

•Miss Peregrines Home For Peculiar Children:

-Miss P

-Jacob

-Millard

-Emma

Everyone else is to young :)

[jampookie]

🎸⚡ Max Trio Headcanons Time!!!! Yay!!!!

IF YOU HAVE ANY OF YOUR OWN PLSSSSS TELL ME OMGOMG

Jaime:

- SHE DATED MARIA IN MIDDLE SCHOOL: IDC. THEYRE MIDDLE SCHOOL EXES what evidence do I have?? uhhh,,,.......none but i pinky promise they are.

- She's Chinese and Freeeench!!! : Chinese from her Mom and French from her Dad. She knows both languages fairly well and her favorite hobby is to say random things to Max in them that he will never understand (and loses his mind over~)

- She used to have medium length hair but cut it in freshman year: New Year New (Jai)Me!!!

- This is even more random than the Maria one but I hc her to be siblings with the spinoff ep 2 nurse: hear me out okay i just.........idk i think it's probably the lack of max trio content that's getting to my mind.

and it's just nurse lady has the same color palette as jaime ssss...sso...so....WHATEVER

- ⬆️ Adding to thisssss:

When she was a kid her sis was goth (liek as a teen? 10 year age gap between them im guessing) and mini 5 year old Jaime always felt INSPIRED🪄🪄 so she got alot of practice as a kid by stealing makeup hehehe and now she has a PhD in dressing goth! huzzah!

...most of her clothes are hand me downs but atleast she got a starter pack of some sorts 😾

- Whenever she's bored she practices her makeup-ing on Damien,: Since he can actually sit still. She tried it on Max but he either fell off the chair or subconsciously rubbed it all off when his face got itchy....whoops.

- She playssss....keyboard 🎹! I think! And she probably sings sometimes too. Lalalala 🎤🎤

- After Ep 11 events she made pretty good friends with Jake!!!:

Fun Scenario - One day Jaime just so happened to not have makeup on so she was just walking around with her natural BEAUTAY but Jake didn't recognize her like that so he released a quite high pitched SHRIEK and fell backwards thinking she was someone else. They were both quite confused.

- DAMIEN AND MAX CALL HER 'JAY' AS A NICKNAME: Change my mind😈😈😡🤑

- She's not very good at facial expressions:

If she's having the time of her life she'll slightly smile. If she fell off a cliff and lost a few limbs she might slightly pout. The other 99.99% of the times in her life are just a deadpan expression, 😐.

Max:

- MAAAAAAX MY MAIN MAN!!!!!: Before I FULLY start up abt him I just wanna blab a lil on how I think him and Jaime met.

In either Freshmen or MS (I can't decide) Jaime was just listening to music in art class minding her own business till a red and orange gremlin invited himself into her personal space. "WHAT THE HELL DUDE YOU LISTEN TO (certain cool band) TOO!?!? WHAAAAT!?!?" shrieked the gremlin, unaware and uncaring of the other 30 people in the room.

And there you go. Jaime Max friendship. Huzzah!

- Half Brazilian Half Mexican!!: Mexican from his Mom so he knows his Spanissssh!!! I've never thought about Max's dad so lets say he's fatherless. Good for him.

⬆️ - ONTO THIS: I also headcanon Drew as half Mexican (and half Filipino if anyones interested) so so so so SO me thinks Drew and Max are cousins! Teehee!

They used to get along. They fell out. Or the two sides of the family fell out? Can't decide but I will agree with any theory that suggest DRAX ENEMIES GAAAHHHH DRAX ENEMIES!!!!!

- He plays guitar, drums and also sings: Triple cool 😆

- His eyebrow piercing got irritated alot. Like ALOT:

He forgot to clean it. Damien tried endlessly to tell him he'd end up with a tomato brow if he didn't take care of it. He didn't really listen but hey it worked out in the end!! happy days!

- He has BIG mood swings BIG: This is canon but WHATEVER. I like to imagine some of the hangouts he has with his friends go like:

5 minutes in: Oh yay! This is a fun hangout!

10 minutes in: I HATE THE FLOOR AND I HATE THE TWO OF YOU GO AWAY LEAVRMA,LEN,ENNOW

12 minutes in: I love you guys pls neevrbr leavemr idk what Id do without u ❤️❤️ group hug guys group HUG❤️

13 minutes in: we're not hanging out anymore

13½ minutes in: NO COME BACK IM SORRY I DIDN'T MEAN IT

- He laughs either like a hyena or like Peter Griffin: he's either "SAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHGKAKLJJABLJAHLJIBJAKLBJAKLLJABJKBJAIBZIBAIJBIABJLIBIAIBJLIBJLALBJAJLBIKABJLIKBMAL" or "nyeheheheheheh...." depends if he's feeling BIG AND BOLD or mischievous cheshire cat 😈

- His love language is pacing around the room and telling you his grand bizarre plans and interests. Just endlessly talking....:

Me too Max. Me too.

- Sport is one of his other hobbies besides music he definitely loves the competitiveness part in sport class:

Half his classmates want him blown to smithereens, but hey he's a really good player so the sporty ones like him! He LOVES to win AND WON'T ACCEPT A DRAW EITHER HE WILL NOT

every time a draw happens he grabs the nearest ball and throws it at the nearest person while shrieking in agony

When his team wins hes like ☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻🤡😂🤡😂🤡😂🤡😂🤡🤣🤡😂🤣🤡😂🤡☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻☝🏻 nanananananananan hahahahahah

- He has ALOT of his freckles because he's always outside:

It's the only reason Jaime and Damien have an ounce of Vitamin D, cause Max always drags them outside to hang out!

- TOOTH GAP. CANON. CANON. DONT CARE:

😁😁😁

- Him and Damien love South Park!!:

His favorite is probably Cartmannn..... He likes to imagine himswlf and Damien as Cartman and Kyle. He's very sad Jaime doesn't really watch it though.

- All 3 of them love Homestuck though!!!! When the 4th member of their band didn't DITCH THEM YET (🙄) They all cosplayed the Beta kids:

Max was Dave, Damien was John, Jaime as Roseeee.....and Loser Traitor 4th member was Jade. Screw you LT.

Damien:

Damikins Damikins Damishminkywins my little shmitten kitten booboo snooky cookie🥹🥹🥹🥹

HE HAS STRETCHED LOBES.: IM TELLING YOU.

He also has lazy eye: if you don't know what that is it's basically One eye is great and does it's job. Second eye sucks and goes loosy goosey (up down left right instead of centre we'll say.)

HE'S GERMANNNN: I can't decide if he actually speaks German though idk....hmmmmmmm yeah maybe actually

Likes to paint 🎨🎨: AND HE'S DAMN GOOD AT IT TOO 😈😈 He mainly does objects but sometimes people!

HIM AND HAILEY MAKE THE BESTEST FRIENDS!: They're both physically 17 but internally 97. They stand together, deeply sigh together and criticize the hideously idiotic people around them. Damiens the more talented one at it though.

⬆️ wait this just occured to me. Hailey Damien and Zander as a trio would be so great?? OMG

New HC!!!! Him and Zander both wear alot of jewelry (bracelets and rings and stuff) so they might trade some 🤔🤔: hmmm

He's one of those people that's naturally very good at Math: so he's always the one his friends (or just random classmates..) go to for either answers to steal or just for help. He doesn't really mind either, how kind of him 😁😁

Basic Stuff..

..like bdays and heights!!!

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Max: December 3rd 2003

Damien: January 17th 2003

Jaime: October 31st 2003

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Max: 5'7 idk (170cm)

Damien: 6'3 (190cm)

Jaime: 5'3½! (161cm)

OKAY THERES THAT DONE. idk if you can edit posts i forgor but hey if i think of any more hcs or see any from others I like I'll come back and update. TY FOR READING ALL THIS BABBLING HELPME

[daedelweiss]

What’s Mikey’s relationship with Draxum like in your AU

the short version of it: it's very complicated

the long version of it: despite leo having the most loving and understanding parent out of the 4 of them, mikey probably had the happiest childhood. as emotionally distant as draxum was, he was fond of mikey. he made sure he grew up as a... relatively normal kid: made sure he was healthy, did not train him beyond his limits, and fostered an environment for mikey's powers to thrive and grow freely. draxum wanted super soldiers, yes, but he still saw mutants as one of the yokai and held them in equal regards and that extends to mikey.

i will emphasize though, draxum is still VERY EMOTIONALLY DISTANT. the idiot hasn't even given mikey A NAME. he calls mikey "soldier", "child", or "titan" if he's in a good mood (huginn and munnin were the ones who gave mikey his "Orange Titan" nickname because of his powers). he refuses mikey the chance to express himself and only want him to follow through his orders.

because of this, mikey loves draxum the same way a son loves his father but he is also very vocally angry and upset at him. he and draxum argue OFTEN and mikey only does so because he knows the worse drax will do to him is reprimand him and push back on his ideals, and he knows draxum's motivations come from a place of fear. drax's concern over the prophecy is passed onto mikey which is why he's mostly compliant on drax training him (mikey follows through to protect yokai-kind, not to kill humans). again, he's just upset that draxum's fear made him to the man he is. he also wrestles with drax's hatred for humanity because mikey knows he is part human. mikey's mostly scared that, one day, draxum will step on a path where mikey cannot follow.

that's pretty much a non-spoilery summary of their relationship. on instagram, i described their relationship to be very akin to kratos and atreus. they care about each other deeply but are both on polar opposite scales of the emotional spectrum: draxum is closed off and apathetic while mikey is open and empathetic.

will draxum be redeemable in LM? yes, very much yes. he just has a long, long, looooooooooooong road to go to attain his redemption, especially in mikey's eyes.

(these interactions are not canon and are based from scenes from god of war 2018. this is pretty much the vibe of their dynamic tho)

[shyficwriter]

This isn't really a fully formed idea but imagine being part of the Guardians of the Galaxy and having like lightning powers.

And like, when you get angry or frustrated an electrical charge builds up. Sometimes it's just static arcing through your hair. Other times you accidentally discharge the electricity into a metal table or something. Or you'll purposely reach out an grab onto a metal pole to make sure you don't discharge the lighting into whatever person is pissing you off (Rocket)

One day you discharge the lightning into a pole when you're pissed at Rocket and it looks like a transformer exploded. Rocket cockily asks "Was that meant to be intimidating?" and you answer, "No, that was to prevent me from electrocuting you when I kick your furry raccoon ass." *cue Rocket lunging for your throat and the others needing to break up the fight*

Also I imagine the following exchanges would happen: "Damn it! They've fried [electrical device] again!" --- "Sorry!" Or, "If you don't stop arcing my ship-!" --- "It was an accident!"

Because problem is you can't always control it, and once the charge builds up either you discharge it intentionally somewhere where you won't fry the electrical (or fry any of your friends) or it will just happen on it's own the next time you touch something- anything. Like static electricity shocks- but worse because it could either be a tiny tingle (if you're mildly frustrated or annoyed) or you could electrocute whoever comes in your path (if you're royally pissed).

Mantis has actually been forbidden from trying to use her powers on you after one time she attempted to see if you were angry and got blasted across the room when the electricity discharged (She was fine though, but you still felt real bad)

Obviously those who have metal implants are less than thrilled if they accidentally brush into you and you have a charge built up. (Nebula could have killed you the first time it happens, and Rocket legitimately tries when it happens to him- also his tail was singed for a week)

Eventually someone gets you a rubber mat to stand on to mitigate this, especially when the charge becomes too great. It's the only thing that allows you to discharge the electricity without electrocuting your surroundings. (Your rubber soled boots apparently weren't enough and you often get sentenced to go stand on your mat until you "cool down" when you're frustrated.)

It's not all bad though. Sometimes you get to see Drax's more playful side because the tiny shocks barely faze him- in fact they kinda tickle he claims. So sometimes you'll even sneak up behind him and give him a little shock just to make him laugh and every once in awhile he'll even chase after you if he's in the mood to be playful. Doesn't happen often, but it's still fun when it does- though he always catches you and gives you a playful noogie in retaliation.

It's also a real asset to the team. Lighting powers are super helpful with taking down big bad guys. You may have also even been convinced at least once to jump-start Peter's ship too lol

[raccoonfallsharder]

One of the funny things to consider: in the MCU Rocket makes fat jokes about Thor and Quill (Quill wasn't even fat). Imagine Rocket letting his instincts take over on earth during winter season then realizing "oh... I get it now... i feel so warm and content... not hungry and angry like usual"

sweet nonnie ♡♡♡

let’s fuckin scrub those cheap, clumsy, poorly-written and atypical jokes from canon. the truth is the infinity war & endgame writers did the guardians SO fuckin dirty and my boy would never have made those jokes because (1) he would’ve understood too much about what thor was going through to mock him for anything right then and (2) he’s so insecure about his own body that he isn’t gonna risk holding anyone else’s up for scrutiny and (3) i doubt he’d have any real adherence to terran fatphobia any more than he understands weird terran ideas of gender binaries. too many bodies in space to have that kind of beauty norm

also comics rocket fucks so many different body types. all sizes are sexy to him

so now that we’ve cleared that greasy shit out of our brains, let’s focus on the important part, which is the fact that rocket has been eating more and more while he’s been staying with you this autumn. you’ve noticed that he’s finally been able to stop hitching up his loose pants, and on the rare occasions that he lets you hug him (grumpily, but you can tell he likes it ‘cause of the way his tail twitches) you realize you can no longer feel his ribs. he’s less sharp and pointy and you feel like his fur’s getting thicker too. healthier, more lustrous.

plus he’s in a better mood.

one night while you’re both eating snacks and watching movies on the couch, he looks down into his bowl of ice cream or popcorn or whatever and is like

“have i been actin’ weird lately?”

you frown. “what do you mean?”

he shrugs and turns his eyes back to the screen, takes another bit of whatever snacks you’ve been sharing. “i dunno. i feel—“ he hesitates ‘cause he’s never been good at examining his emotions. “i dunno,” he repeats. “i feel like i been bein’ less of a jackass, i guess.”

you snort. “i mean. i hate to call that weird, but… yeah, okay.”

“m’not as…” he trails off, groping for words. “hungry, anymore, either.” it doesn’t sound like he just means for food, but you doubt he wants to unpack that just yet.

“well,” you say slowly, “you have been eating more. maybe it’s all related.”

he looks down at the little paunch over his belly. “m’gaining weight.”

“does that… bother you?” you ask carefully, not knowing if any of his plentiful insecurities might revolve around his size.

he looks nonplussed. “nah. why would it?” he grins. “m’still just as fast and mean and smart. can still build a bomb in three seconds, beat drax an’ quill at poker without ‘em ever catching me cheating, and charm the hell outta you.”

“okay, okay.” you roll your eyes. “still just as modest, too.” you shrug. “anyway…” you’re not sure exactly how comfortable he is with the whole raccoon-thing yet, so you hedge your words. “lots of… people… put on an extra layer for the winter. to keep warm.”

“huh,” he says, like he’s intrigued. like the concept is completely alien (which in a way it is, of course). he looks down at his belly again, then up at the tv. “don’t think it’s that,” he decides after a moment.

you half-smile. “then what is it?”

he shrugs and doesn’t take his eyes off the screen. “think i might just be…” he hesitates. “…happy?”

[caesarhamato22]

Hey babes, was wondering if you’d be up for a ‘seven minutes in heaven’ thing with Rocket and reader. The way it happens is up to you!! No worries if you’re not feeling it though, just wanted to ask how you’re doing <33

GOD IS REQUESTING ME TO WRITE???

Consider it done.

Also, I'm doing fabulous, thank you for asking, how are you? :)

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More Than Seven

Rocket X Reader

Note: This is set just before Vol 3. You're friends with the guardians.

Words: 4.6k

Summary: Drunk, mingling with strangers, and at a random house party on Knowhere. Someone stumbles up to you with a giddy grin and asks if you want to put your name in a draw. You weren't informed what for. You just said yes.

Warnings: Language, alcohol, making out, very slight touching over clothes.

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You weren't sure how you got there. You weren't even sure when. But what you did know, was that you were hammered.

It was a cold night on Knowhere, colder than most. Dark, with a soft chilled breeze. Neon lights brightened the streets while giving everyone who passed a stunning glow. Glass and spilled drinks littered the ground. The lights reflected off the roads, a beautiful ambience. People stumbled with their friends, partners and comrades, or even a stranger or two they met that same night.

Being passed midnight wasn't a common excuse to go home as most patrons stayed up well into the early hours of the following morning. Occasionally, sleep was ignored, and many went straight to work despite the lingering hangover that would set in quite quickly.

It was a house party, as Quill had once explained to you. Or, in this case, a building party? You couldn't pinpoint the correct terminology. Didn't matter much. You were there. At some 'building party', drinking everything you could find while mingling with faces you had only ever seen once or twice, or not at all.

Yeah, building party still didn't sound right.

Different coloured lights beamed from every direction. The music was loud, almost echoing, and it seemed every room you went into was playing a different song.

Some popular songs, some in a language you didn't understand, but mostly were from Quill's playlist. You recognised those ones.

Mouthing the lyrics with a gentle sway in your hips is what you found yourself doing majority of the night. Your eyes were closed and your mouth maintained a bright smile, unaware to anyone watching, if anyone was.

The voices of those around you became a blur. Multiple conversations slurred together and you weren't even sure who was speaking.

You tried to listen, but the music was too intoxicating, and so was the drink in your hand. Drax would surely make fun on your sloppy movements, you just knew it.

"Girl, you gonna join?"

Were they speaking to you? The pull on your wrist answered your question.

Your eyes blinked open, adjusting to the lasers and glowing bulbs around the room. Your eyes settling on a shorter woman in front of you. Her glittery cheeks and bright purple eyes stared at you.

"Me?" You asked, raising your voice to communicate passed the blasting speakers. "Yeah, sure!"

"Yeah! What's your name?" She was a lively girl, you noticed. Her four arms occupied with drinks, except two. One holding your wrist while the other held a datapad.

You had lost count how many times you had introduced yourself to someone new this night alone.

Giving your name instinctively, she entered it into the datapad. She better not be putting you up to be sold. You really weren't in the mood to run from whoever would buy you. You'd been dancing the whole night, your feet hurt!

"I'll let you know if it's you, lovely!" She pulled your wrist to bring you closer, allowing you to hear her.

With a nod from you, she moved along with a couple others trailing behind her. You watched her approach other people at the party, probably asking them the same questions she asked you.

You turned to those around you with furrowed eyebrows and a sway in your step. "What did she, uh ..." You looked behind you and saw the girl move deeper into the crowd. "My name ... on the datapad?"

The guy you spoke to leaned his pointed ear near your mouth. "Huh?"

You held his shoulder with your free hand to stabilise yourself. You felt his hand hold your waist, holding you steady. "My name! What did she need my name for?" The slur in your words remained but it seemed you spoke clear enough.

He spoke next to your ear, "a draw! You might picked!" His three fingered hand tightened on your waist encouragingly. You nod, trying to think. Things were blurry. Thinking's hard.

"For what?"

He leaned his ear to you again, eliciting a frustrated groan in your throat.

You asked again. "For what? The draw! What is it for?"

He leaned back after hearing you. "Oh!" He paused. "No idea!" He stood to his regular height and let his hand fall from your waist before facing the others he was talking to beforehand.

Thinking it couldn't be something horrible, hopefully, you left it, allowing yourself to dive back into the party and finishing your drink.

There may be a small chance of you getting picked for whatever the draw was for, but there was probably at least one hundred creatures attending this party. Inside the building, or lingering outside, or every on the roof.

How many people were picked? Did everyone eventually get a turn? A turn for what?

Yeah, thinking is hard.

The thought of potentially having your name chosen quickly left your mind once another drink found your lips.

The songs continued and the lights seemed to get even brighter.

You danced with new friends and some familiar faces, while also rejecting a couple guys' offers to find a 'quieter spot' to hang out.

Time flew by. You guessed an hour, but you couldn't be certain.

A hand grabbed your wrist, hastily pulling you off the dance floor you had found yourself comfortable on. You forced your eyes to focus on the same girl from before, now pulling you to who knows where.

It happened so fast, making your head spin. Your drink was taken from you -- what the fuck, give it back -- and the girl's three other hands pushed you through an open door into a dark room, possibly the only room in this place without LEDs and a disco ball.

The music became muffled and your eyes were fuzzy, even in this pitch black room. Your hand draped passed the doorknob. Locked.

You reached around for a light switch. Were you dumb? Where was it?

The alcohol effected your senses, but you were well-aware that being in this particular situation wasn't the safest option during this current night.

"You have seven minutes!" The girls voiced yelled from the other side of the door.

Your eyes narrowed. "Seven...? What...?" You exhaled with a slight sway. Choosing to lean against the wall behind you helped a little.

"Might wanna sit down, doll." A gruff voice slurred from below you. "Don't want you fallin' on me."

Your eyes wandered blindly around the small room. "Rocket?" Your eyes looked around your feet, as if you could see anything through the pitch black. "Why is the door locked?"

Your back slid down the wall while feeling a small hand on the side of your calf, like he was letting you know where he was sitting so you didn't kick him as your legs sprawled out in front of you.

Or he was subconsciously making sure you didn't fall.

But that was just a theory.

You didn't spot his shrug, a reply to your previous question. "Some chick pushed me in here before fetchin' you. Ain't been here long."

From where his voice came from, you guess he was sitting across from you. You brought your legs close and crossed them. Only then did Rocket let his hand fall back into his lap.

"You haven't tried unlocking the door?" You asked. "I thought you were like... a master at machines, or something."

"I am." Not a single beat was missed. "That's a doorknob."

"Didn't think a lock on a wooden door would be harder to crack than the Kyln."

"I wasn't drunk when I was in the Kyln." He looked around the closet, still surrounded by darkness. The music pulsed from outside the room as it seeped through the gaps around the door. "And the lights were on."

"We can't even turn the lights on?" Your hand felt around the wall beside you.

"The switch is on the outside."

"Of course it is."

A slightly awkward silence took over the small room as only the sounds of your legs crossing could be heard. Your knees almost grazed Rocket's by how limited the space around you was. Through the muffled music, you could hear his breathing. It was heavy. Just a bit. Probably from the alcohol. You noticed your breathing was similar.

"So," you began. "Why are we in here?" You shuffled to get slightly more comfortable, relaxing in your spot on the floor as best you could.

"You gave your name to that four-armed girl, right? The one that pushed you in here?" He asked, like he was building up to a point.

You nod your head then quickly answered, remembering he couldn't see you. "Uh, yeah. I didn't know what it was for, though."

"Smart move. Giving out personal information to strangers." You could practically hear him hide a smile.

You threw your hands up into the air. "Sorry I was being nice. Didn't know I was being put into a fucking raffle." You narrowed your eyes at him. At least, you thought you were looking at him. Were you glaring at the wall? "Why'd you put your name in if you didn't know what it was for?"

"Unlike you, I asked what it was for, and I said no. Drax thought it would be funny giving her my name. She left before I could say anything."

You nodded again. Rocket's explanation made sense. It didn't need a vocal response. Although, you still needed to know why you were locked in a damn closet.

"What did she say? The girl, I mean."

"Some shit Quill taught a bunch of people. Some Terran thing. Two people, locked in a room, kinda weird, if you ask me." You could hear Rocket fiddle with his nails. You recognised the tiny clicks. It was a little action, something he did during a moment of peace and possible need for distraction. "Some freaky stuff happens. I wasn't interested."

"Not gonna lie, I thought you would be." You shrugged. Your attention went to your own nails, focusing on the feeling rather than what you could see.

"Why?"

"I don't know." Another shrug. "You seem like that kind of guy." Your hands paused. "No offence."

"Thanks." His sarcasm dripped from his mouth. You swore you could almost see the light from the cracks in the door shine against his exposed canines. "I didn't care for it. I already got my eye on someone."

Your hands froze and your eyes snapped fully open to look at him. You've never been so grateful to be in pitch black, unable to see and unable to be seen.

Rocket liked someone. And it wasn't you. Because if it was, he would've told you, wouldn't he? You would've seen it, right? Sure, he was nice to you... ish. He let you borrow his tools, he helped you out, occasionally. But for him to like someone else? You wouldn't lie, it stung. You didn't think it would, but it did. It hurt.

"I saw you lookin' at someone too." His voice went low.

You tried to look at him with your eyebrows furrowed to show your true confusion, hoping he could see. Even if the light was on, he wasn't looking at you. He instead stared down at his freshly clipped and filed, blunt nails.

"Who?"

"You seemed pretty comfortable with his hand on your waist."

You thought back to that brief interaction. It had lasted mere seconds and you didn't even get his name.

"He seemed pretty comfortable too."

"Rocket, what are you getting at?"

Why did he care? Had he been watching you? You didn't even know he was at this party up until this point.

Expecting a smug answer, you remained silent, waiting for him to continue poking fun at the innocent encounter he coincidentally witnessed.

"Nothing. Doesn't matter." His words seemed extra slurred when he mumbled his reply.

Deciding not to pry, you leaned back against the wall and turned your attention back onto your nails. Silence overtook the room once again, a little more awkward than before.

Seven minutes. You had definitely been stuck in this closet for more than seven minutes. Yet, you couldn't bring yourself to try to leave. Or better yet, want to leave.

"So, who is it?" You thought making conversation again might ease the tension.

Rocket didn't reply but his ears stood up. His silence convinced you to continue.

"The girl you got your eye on. Or guy, I don't judge." You raised your hands in surrender. Your ears caught his light snicker. That was good, right?

"Well... she's a real piece of work. Stubborn little shit."

"You two must get along great."

He laughed a little louder. That was definitely a good sign. But that's just what you assumed. You could never be too sure with him.

"Yeah. We do."

He shuffled in his spot to let his legs relax in front of him. You could feel his warmth next to your crossed legs, pulling them tighter, if that was even possible. You weren't sure you liked the familiar hot sensation between your thighs, worried that even he could sense it.

You weren't even sure you liked having a thing for the drunk creature in front of you. It was confusing and annoying and almost impossible to understand.

You wanted his lips on yours, you always did. The way technology was second nature to him, allowing him to create anything from anything in minutes, sometimes without even looking.

Oh, how you would love for him to use those hands on you however he wanted. To have you gasping, begging, thighs open, pleading for more, or less, or to just keep fucking going.

But he wouldn't do that with you. Not when he was doing it with someone else.

And, unfortunately, that’s all you could think about.

"You feelin' alright?"

Rocket's voice caught you, bringing you back to the dark room you had been locked in for definitely more than seven minutes. "Started to sway there."

You leaned your back against the wall, stablising yourself while letting your eyes focus back on whatever was in front of you, thinking it would be Rocket. Yet, when you truly did focus, his presence was beside you, his hand on your thigh.

How long were you thinking about him fucking you? When did he move next to you? Fuck, you were out of it.

You weren't on the floor with alcohol poisoning.

You weren't doing dumb shit from how drunk you were. Or were you?

"Yeah, I'm fine."

So out of it, all because you wanted him so, so bad.

"Do I make you uncomfortable or something?" His grip on your thigh loosened.

"No!" You replied a bit too quickly, your instinct being to quickly place your own hand on his, keeping it on your thigh.

With a pause, you would've both looked into his eyes and avoided his gaze, if it wasn't for the surrounding darkness stopping you from doing both. You felt your hand stay on top of his for longer than necessary, so you removed it as soon as the doubt entered your mind.

"No, you don't make me uncomfortable."

You had prepared for the small weight to leave your thigh, to leave that spot in particular, cold. But it didn't. His hand not only stayed, it went further. Just a bit further to your inner thigh, closer to your knee than you core, technically.

"You sure?"

You weren't sure how to respond. Not with words, at least. What would you say? What words would you use to communicate the feelings that you hadn't even understood yet. It was painful, pitiful in your eyes. Especially when your body answered his question for you. Your hips being the first to move on their own. Not by much, just an inch or two, shuffling forward the tiniest distance, almost trying to pull his hand closer.

The shuffle made his hand slide up your thigh by, again, just an inch or two. By accident or intention, his or yours, his hand had moved.

But that was all it did. Due to the lack of response, you wondered if this subtle movement had been too much.

Too much for him.

Rocket was never the biggest fan of physical contact. You didn't even need him, or anyone else, to tell you that. It was plainly obvious with the way he kept his distance from others in many ways more than one; swatted hands that came too close to his head, and even the way he'd slam the door when entering a room by himself.

Rocket didn't like physical contact.

So why had his grip gotten tighter on your thigh?

"Rocket-"

"How you feelin'?" He asked.

Not what you thought he'd ask.

"What?"

"You're zoning out, and if you're gonna throw up, I'd like to know so I can move."

That earned a small chuckle from you, lightening the mood of the small closet.

"No, I'm not gonna throw up. Thank you."

You could almost sense him nod, along with his hand placing two pats on your thigh to acknowledge your answer.

The muffled music sounded clearer, and your head wasn't spinning nearly as much as it was when you were first shoved into the room. Your eyes seemed to have adjusted to the darkness, now able to make out the outlines of the clothes hanging up and the boxes sitting on the floor.

And the more you thought about it, Rocket's voice seemed less slurred too. Perhaps he was sobering up at the same pace you were.

"Sorry."

His hand was now closer to the middle of your thigh rather than the side of your knee. With your leg slightly bent, thinking his hand would leave but it only brought him closer.

Whether it was on purpose, or he was blind to the tension, his thumb brushed soothingly over your clothes.

"For what?"

You couldn't think of a single thing that he needed to apologise for. At least, not to you. Not right now.

"For bringing up that guy. And how he was holding your waist. S'none of my business."

You had honestly forgotten about that. You had forgotten about everything, really. The warmth of his hand was the only thing you were focusing on. So for him to apologise for something so miniscule, something that had left your mind a short while ago, to know that it hadn't left his mind...

"It's okay. I didn't think much of it. Plus, I think he was just making sure I didn't fall."

Another nod came from him as a response. A silent nod. A painfully stoic, still nod. You weren't sure how much more silence you could take. How much longer of this you could endure. Why couldn't his hand on your thigh go any lower? Why did he have to be with that girl that he mentioned a short while ago? The one you knew nothing about, other than how fucking stubborn she apparently was.

Why couldn't he be doing whatever he does with her ... with you?

"Can I kiss you?"

Fuck. Fuck, wait-

The words fell from your mouth the moment you thought of the question. You weren't meant to ask it out loud. Shit, you weren't even meant to be thinking about him in that way at all, especially not when he had a girl.

You didn't even know her name and you despised her. That's kind of petty, isn't it?

Despite the beats of the music from the other side of the door, the closet got eerily quiet. Not even a few seconds had passed before you regretted asking your question, even if it wasn't on purpose.

His hand was still on your thigh. That's good, right?

His right hand, on your left thigh, still resting yet his grip was slightly tense, but his thumb had stopped brushing against you.

You wanted to leave. You wanted this stupid fucking door to be swung open so you could leave and pretend you didn't just embarrass yourself by asking some dumb fuck question that you knew would be answered with a flat out 'no'.

You hear an inhale. It was quick, and so very quiet, it was impressive that you had caught it.

A slight shuffle, and his hand is gone. Cool air replaced the previous warmth and your breath hitched as you worried if you had ruined, what seemed to be, a pretty decent conversation you were having with your friend.

You look down. Somehow, you could make out the floor and your legs in front of you. Though, only the outlines.

A small hand held your face, the right side on your face, bringing your attention forward.

His lips were soft. Much softer than you thought they'd be. How could lips this soft make daily comments so vulgar?

With furrowed brows and closed eyes, his lips were on yours, placing a gentle kiss without much movement. At the slightest sign of you melting against him, he exhaled through his nose and his thumb began brushing against your skin once again, just below your eye with a careful instinct to not scratch you.

Even when his nails were blunt, just like they were then, you knew he could.

On one knee and one foot, Rocket was your height. Your hands slowly made their way to hold his face. Your fingers relaxed against his soft fur when you felt his tongue graze your lips, a silent wish for more than just some measly peck. Your lips parting for him and your hands pulling him closer as his tongue connected with yours, eliciting a soft sigh from your mouth onto his.

His right hand reached your waist as his body attracted to yours by instinct. Your back leaned against the wall as Rocket shifted himself to gain easier access to your lips.

With one of your hands still holding his face, the other travelled to his neck and squeezed him tenderly and slow. He sighed against you, releasing a low groan as his arm wrapped further around your waist.

"Fuck yeah, you can kiss me."

You felt his words and his smile against your lips, sending waves through your body as you arched your back in an attempt to feel more of him.

The kiss only got more fervent as you actually engaged in the silly Terran game you were originally in here for. The taste of him was something you wanted for so long. Every time you hung out with him, every time he explained a weapon or part of the ship to you, you just wanted him.

Wanted him to keep talking to you. Wanted him to keep paying attention to you. It seemed immature at times, but you couldn't help it.

You liked him. And that's that.

"Why did you take so long, princess?" His lips now trailed your jaw.

"What do you ..." Your head tilted back, exposing more of your skin.

"I was close to just kissing you myself if you didn't end up asking me."

You shuddered at his breath, the grazing of his teeth against your neck as his warm pecks grew passionate.

"I didn't think ... I thought you didn't want to."

"Was my hand on your thigh the whole time not enough of a hint?"

His arms circled your waist as you felt more of his body press against you. You shuffled forward feeling the building warmth build between your thighs again.

"And don't think I didn't notice that little trick before. I almost broke right then and there when your hips moved up."

"So why didn't you?"

His lips stopped before he pulled back and studied your expression as best he could, using whatever light peered through the cracks of the door.

You looked at him confused, almost longingly, for a serious answer as to why he also kept you waiting so long.

"I wanted to make sure I wasn't dreamin'."

You stared at him and all you sensed was the truth. You felt his radiating vulnerability, something you rarely, if ever, spotted Rocket displaying.

"Well you're not dreaming ..."

Your reply surprised yourself almost as much as it surprised him. Your hands cradled his face, your thumb now brushing his fur peacefully. He leaned only an inch closer.

"You sure?"

He remained still, waiting.

"I promise."

That's all it took for him to bring his lips back to yours. Parting and reconnecting over and over, the sounds of tongues and mixed saliva would disturb others, but it was like a fucking song to you.

His hands eagerly lowered to your waistband as yours gripped his shirt, tugging to both take it off and pull him impossibly closer.

"You have no idea how long I put up with this fucking feeling, having to wait so long ..." Your voice was breathless.

"I got some idea." His knuckles brushed against your stomach. "I've been waiting since day fucking one, princess."

The jingling of keys broke through everything around you before multi-coloured lights filled the tiny closet. You squinted your eyes while your hand provided an extra shield from the blearing LEDs as the music became clear and the voices of others bounced off the walls and through your ears.

"I totally forgot about you two!" A girl, the one you met before with four arms, looked down with beady purple eyes from where she stood in the doorway, datapad in hand. "That was way more than seven minutes, fuck, sorry guys!"

Rocket's hands left you, but he stayed in his spot beside your seated form.

"All good ..." You assured with a twinge of confusion from her sudden appearance, almost forgetting that you had actually been locked in the small room.

"Yeah, we're good." Rocket pat your thigh twice. It was different now that you could actually see him. His eyes on the girl, his hand on your thigh, it was almost like a reality check.

A really good reality check.

As you stood more stable than before, Rocket's eyes tracked your movements the same way he did when you first sat down.

You left the closet, fixing yourself on the way towards the front door.

"Wanna come back to my place?" Rocket's voice was clearer now, speaking from behind you.

Standing outside the vibrant building, surrounded by fresh air brought a near level of sobriety to both of you.

You thought over his offer, obviously wanting nothing more. But guilt stopped you like a punch to the face.

"What about your girl?"

You eyed him. Perhaps you could finally get the name of the girl Rocket just cheated on with you. But his face showed only a brief pause. He looked over you, observing your shivering hands that you unwillingly clenched into fists, and your pleading eyes that were begging for many more answers than one.

"Baby, I was talkin' about you."

You fists weakened and your lips parted. No gasp from you was needed, and your body only showed minor signs that you didn't know what to believe. But you could actually see now. You weren't in that dark closet anymore, and you could see he was genuine.

"That whole time, I was talkin' about you. And I didn't lie. We do get along, and you are a stubborn little shit." The smile he wore looked good on him. "And I'm askin' you; do you want to come back to my place?"

He stood beside you, waiting for your decision to follow, or to leave.

You knew what you wanted.

Fucking hell, you knew exactly what you wanted. You had wanted it for a long fucking time. This douchebag that was snappy to everyone, but the tiniest bit less snappy to you. All the little things he did in your favour made you want him in an embarrassingly large amount of ways.

And this whole time, he wanted the exact same thing.

You replied with your own smile, matching his, "yeah. I do."

~

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[anxiousaster]

My snack

A Rocket Raccoon x reader fanfic(gn pronouns)

You were one of those people around the middle. Sometime sharing a snack with someone you like was possible and other times you would cut someone’s hand if they got near your food.

Recently y’all just found something similar to your favorite sweet and it wasn’t exactly cheep. However despite the price you had grabbed a few and had been slowly rationing it until you had about one left. Tonight was the final episode of the season for your favorite show. You were so excited.....until when you opened the cabinet in the kitchen it was gone. You thought maybe you had misplaced it, so you ended up opening every cabinet looking for it.

“The hell you doing” a certain sarcastic raccoon said.

“Looking for my sna-“you paused looking at what Rocket had in his hand.

“Why the hell you are you looking at me like a damn demon possessed you”.

“Quick question, what’s in your hand”?

“Uhh, a wrapper”.

“Can I see it for a sec”!

“Why ya wanna see a damn wrapper you weirdo”.

You grab the wrapper and yep it’s the same one for your snack. You look at Rocket and he immediately runs out the room. You’re left frozen in kinda of a disappointed shock. Well there goes your snack. You later find out that the show you wanted to watch would be moved to next week. There goes your plans. Feeling defeated you decide to go to the front of the ship and just look at the stars while listening to music. You sit there for a minute or two before Quill takes notice of your mood.

“What’s going on”?

“Rocket ate the last of my snack and then ran away right before I could confront him, and my show got pushed to next week”.

“Dammmmn”

“Yep, so as you can tell I’m a little pissed”.

“Ya I would be to......so how you gonna get Rocket back”.

“What”?

“Get him back, ya know he did something to you, you do something back”.

“How did I not think to do that”.

“Well there has to be some smart people in the world”

“I know which is why I’m shocked you came up with and not me”.

“Ouch, this is what I get for helping you”.

“Ya kinda”you say as you walk off.

“Just don’t blow a hole in the ship or start a fire”.

“No promises”.

Now how to get him back. You could always eat his food, but it normally isn’t all that tasty. You could maybe take something of him. Actually no cause he’d blow your face off. Oh wait you could prank him, nothing to extreme of course, but a good prank should get him back. Now how to prank him? Drax walk in on you coming up with your evil plan.

“What are you doing”?

“Just trying to think of a way to prank Rocket”.

“Why”?

“Cause he ate my food and ran away before I could confront him”.

“Listen I didn’t know it was yours ok” a frustrated raccoon said.

“Ya you just see a pice of food that had a sticky note that said do not eat and you eat it”.

“There wasn’t no damn sticky note”!

Drax’s face shifted to a oh I fucked up look as Rocket spoke. You look down at his arm and notice a colorful sheet of paper on it.

“Hey Drax did you by chance grab the sticky note on my snack”?

“No I would never” he says as Rocket pulls off the note.

“Well if ya didn’t then how did this get on your arm”?

Drax then stood there frozen not saying anything. You both just stared at him until you noticed something.

“Also why do you have chili on your pants”?

“Wait your the one that are my damn chili”!?

Drax than ran off, booking it down the hall before y’all could say anything else.

“What the hell he just ran off before we could yell at him”.

“Doesn’t that seem familiar” you said with a hint of sarcasm in your voice.

“Hey like I said at the time it had no note on it”.

“Fair but you still made me mad sooooo I’m gonna get ya back for it”.

“How is that fair, there was no damn sticky note like you said”.

“I don’t know maybe the fact that I refused to let anyone else even try it may have been a hint”.

“You act like I pay attention to how you react on food”.

“Well you obviously did when you ran off before I could ask about the wrapper”.

“Get off my ass will ya, I didn’t know it was yours, you lost a sweet and I lost my chili, that’s about as fair as it gets”.

You just stared at him with a blank face.

“Listen I’ll get you so more when we go back ok”.

“Naw”.

“You mean to tell me you made that big of a fuss to just brush it off”.

“One isn’t that what you wanted and two I still want them but make Drax pay for them”.

“Alright that seems reasonable enough”.

[dangerouscommiesubversive]

Fic Stats Meme

Rules: Give us the links to your fics with the most hits, second most kudos, third most comments, fourth most bookmarks, fifth most words, and your fic with the least amount of words.

One more thing I was tagged in by @materassassino, even longer ago, because these past two days I've just. Really been in the mood to clear out some of my drafts and do fun stuff?

Most Hits: Make A Wish (Young Avengers) - 17,527 hits

Wealthy scientist Nate Richards has been shot, and the legendary sapphire he owned stolen. Noh Varr, a private investigator, is hired—not to track down his killer, but to exonerate one of the suspects. It all gets much messier than he'd expected.

This is a Young Avengers noir AU that I wrote for the Young Avengers Reverse Big Bang and one of my very few attempts at first-person narration, and frankly its hit count mystifies me. I guess people re-read it a lot or something? I'm glad that it has staying power, I'm just puzzled.

Second Most Kudos: Lay That Heavy Trick On Me (Guardians of the Galaxy) - 1,248 kudos

The Guardians take a job robbing an expensive resort, and their floorplans indicate that the best access point to get to where they need to be is in the honeymoon suite. Which means that two of them need to play like they're married. Peter's not quite sure why he has to be one of the lucky newlyweds. Drax doesn't understand subterfuge. Gamora just keeps laughing at them and it's terrible.

This was actually my most kudos'ed story until fairly recently, when it was overtaken by hard work. It's a fun story--not my best, but it's in a much bigger fandom than I normally write for and it has a couple of super-popular tropes in it, so I suppose it's not so weird that it's up there stats-wise.

Third Most Comments: Gaiden: Neo-Heisei Kamen Rider (Kamen Riders W through Zi-O) - 133 comment threads

Not bothering with the summary because this one's a collection of short pieces, mostly from Tumblr prompts, and it's got 108 chapters. Some people comment on every piece they read! It's very gratifying!

Fourth Most Bookmarked: Lay That Heavy Trick On Me (Guardians of the Galaxy) - 297 bookmarks

"Heavy Trick" again! I mean, for real, this one used to be my leader in everything, for a while it was by far my most popular fic.

Fifth Most Words: Into The Black (Young Avengers/Firefly) - 44,537 words

Mercenary space captain Kate Bishop's got a loyal crew (mostly), an unreliable space ship (hey don't you say that Dawn's Archer is perfect), some unresolved anger issues (some faces that need grinding that is), and a lot of moral gray areas that she likes to play around in as she roams the galaxy, taking whatever jobs she can find. When her ship takes on some unusual passengers, however, everything goes completely off the rails.

This one--my tragic forever-unfinished Young Avengers/Firefly mashup--is genuinely surprising to me. I had no idea I'd written so much for it. I ought to be honest with myself and everyone else and update the tags/summary/chapter count to indicate that it's unlikely to ever be completed, but I haven't got the heart. And who knows, maybe at some point I'll rewatch Firefly and re-read YA Vol 2 and get inspired for it again. As I recall, the next chapter I'd had planned before I got distracted was the "Objects in Space" one, which was going to have Deadpool as the bounty hunter.

Fewest Words: various fandom poems

Discounting my few podfics, which naturally have low word counts because they have no words, I have 12 poems up on AO3, 9 of which are between 100 and 200 words. It doesn't seem pointful to link any specific one, they're all short.

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Instead of tagging anyone I hereby encourage literally anybody who read this far and who has fic up on AO3 to do it, it's an interesting exercise. For me it's also very funny--I've been posting fic to AO3 since 2012, so with the way these questions are scaled they tend to duck around almost all of my most recent work and hit the older stuff that's been up longer and had more time to accumulate numbers. My AO3 account is a bed of oysters, and these are their little embarrassing pearls.

[nani-nonny]

So okay, idk and i forgot how long it's been since i read the last chapter but god this is good! It's like that one funny sound effect "God it's so good! It's so good and tasty!" This chapter is like this!!

It's so good that my cheek hurts from smiling and i can't stop smiling and i blame you for it/lh/hj

Seeing how F!Leo knock on the door and try to mimic his move is bringing me to nostalgia of the past i remember doing something like this with my parents and i end up getting laughed at (because it is!!)

Baby Lou punching the door with her baby hand made me laugh and melt immediately xD when they entered and April was nervous? God i felt so bad for her and i wasn't the one who destroyed drax.

Then she explodes - rightfully - after Leo asked her and even call out how rude it is to cut people off which i find satisfied?! Because people cut me off and see it normal and am like "Excuse me, am not done talking" and she explains how despite how cruel it was and how fucked up it was, it was still draxum from the PAST!! You can't take your anger out on him!!!

And bro took it like a G, he took it like a champ!! Eve tho Leo feel 80% guilty - am about to end that 20% off - draxum deserves an apology.

About the trip thing? When April mentioned it i was like "Why didn't f!Leo remember it if it was planned out??" And it's turned out last minute planned!! Tho part of me see it fair i have multiple questions like: Why take CJ?! Shouldn't he see his baby sister and spend peaceful time with his dad? Are they gonna leave F!Leo half injured and dip?! Will they take draxum or throw him back in his apartment or just leave him in medbey?! God!! Justice for the alchemist!!

And then Donnie finally acknowledging Leo and baby Lou's existence is making me happy and laughing like bro really didn't hear the door open or them talking or even April snapping?! Bruh.

AND HE MADE A CRIB for baby lou!! I was like, didn't future draxum knew this would happen?! And since the crib happened, will the mini fridge happen too??👀👀 imagine a smoll fridge connected to her crib!!

AND TGEN THE STAR OF THE SHOW APPEAR!! RAPHAEL!!! MY BABY!! Who rightfully a tiny, bit traumatized. And when he held baby lou in his palm?! AWWWW I WAS FEELING GIDDINES IN MY STOMACH!! THE GOOD TYPE!! LORD I CAN IMAGINE HOW SMOLL SHE IS!! AND HOW BIG RAPH'S PALM IS! 😭✨✨✨✨

And then little Leo appear and demand future Leo's ass back in the bed!

Seeing how big Leo is just trying to shield baby lou as he goes to sleep.. And that realization she's his baby? God it's perfect.. So perfect

*twirls hair* I’m glad you like it, I wrote it thinking of you and hoping you’d enjoy the soft moments! :D

April is such a great character I love her so much :) I liked her portion so much

Oh! About the trip! It was in the last chapter, but Splinter explained that it’s for Leonardo to get to know the baby, especially since CJ already had some time with her while he was unconscious! And it was also explained that CJ would return to the lair after the third day on the trip! Yeah, I probably should have made a heads up to check the previous chapter for a little reminder of where we are hehe

We’ll find out about Draxum and the trip in the next chapter hehe

Donnie is just like me hehe hyper focused and unaware of his surroundings while working on something :) but isn’t it so thoughtful and so “Donnie” to be building something for the new family member? <3

Raphy almost like F!Raphael, so cautious with the baby but years of experience separates the two! While F!Raph is comfortable and confident in holding his niece, Raphy is so afraid hahaha!

Lil Leo is such a mood killer /j (he’s just very concerned about his patient hahaha!)

But the ending was my favorite part hehe baby and papa are so cute :))))

Thanks for reading and leaving your fun comment/review like always sniper! I wrote this one for you so I’m glad you like it! I made sure to make it super soft :) <3

[geese-ball]

I still don't know who you are, I only know that I'm still lonely chap 3

ch.2

Donnie and April have a chat

It had been a few days since Donnie's 'bad night' as they called it and Missie was almost ready to be picked up. Maybe she would make them feel less lonely. Unlikely considering they already lived with three very supportive and loving siblings, and that didn't seem to help.

Maybe they'd talk to April about it.

There was less pressure opening up to her since they didnt live together (even though they spent most of their free time together anyways) so it didn't feel like they'd have to confront it again of they didn't want to.

They were snapped out of their thoughts by a reminder sounding on their wrist brace. They were supposed to pick April up from an after school event tonight. Convenient.

They checked the time, unsurprised to find that it was almost time to leave. Time had been wrong since The Technodrome. Or more likely, she had changed something in them to perceive the flow of time differently. But thinking about that made them want to scream and throw up and cry. So they much preferred the first option.

Streching and shaking that thought out, they left their lab to get changed, making sure anything that needed to be turned off was turned off.

They decided on their comfort hoodie and comfy jogging bottoms over their galaxy compression leggings. Before they leftt, they switched rheir contacts out for their glasses. They were just picking April up and maybw grabbing a drink, so unlikely to be doing any sort of acrobatics where they could lose them.

They exited the lair through the garage and sent a quick text to the groupchat so everyone knew where they were. They turned on their favourite playlist as they bagan the journey there.

~~~

"April!!", they exclaimed, removing one hand from their walker and turning to the side to hug their sister.

Donnie loved being with April. She never acted as if they were fragile or broken. She wss never afraid to play fight or shove them (she was more gentle with it now but that was understandible considering that they would 100% fall over), and she never tried to stop them from doing things under the guise of protection. So they, in turn, felt comfortable being around her, because the mood isnt going to change on a whim when she decides they cant do something anymore. They can decide their own limits.

So they listened while she told them all aboit all the drama and funny anecdotes from her day, and in turn shared their own (like how Leo manages to fall down the stairs and make the most cartoon 'bonk' noise they'd ever heard).

And before they knew it, they were back at April's flat.

They agreed to sit in the living room with Mayhem whilst April got changed.

"Hello little man." they said, cupping Mayhem's little face in their hands and rubbjng the top of his head with their thumbs. In response, Mayhem slow blinked and rested his head more into their palms. "What a sweetie pie, I hope you get along with Missy, it'd be nice for you to have another animal friend, wouldn't it?".

They planted a kiss onto the top of his head just as April walked in and Mayhem wriggled free of their grasp to jump into her arms.

"He HATE me. sad face emoji." They pouted.

"He doesnt, hate you, Dee," she moved Mayhem to press his 'lips' against the side of Donnke's head, "See? he loves you!" Donnie snorted in response, reaching up to scratch behind Mayhem's ear as April sat next to them.

"So, when does Drax reckon you'll be able to pick up Missy?"

"Some time this week, he said." they paused, "I'm not really sure about it T.B.H., like obviously she's gonna be a massive help and it'll make me feel better but also. Change. Y'know?"

"yeah, but we're all here for you and we'll help you adjust, yeah?"

"yeah." They gently knocked their heads together.

They argued over what film to watch for a while after that (as kf they weren't just going to watch the Atomic Lass one for the 4734736th time).

~~~~

When Donnie got back to the lair, they were surprised to see one Barron Draxum standing in the living room.

"Ah. Donatello."

"... Yes?"

"I must inform you that your, uh, service dog, will be ready for pick up tomorrow afternoon."

[rainmustfallts4]

Shoot for the Sky (short story)

Original note: I feel like this isn’t very good and it didn’t quite come out like I was hoping it would. That 1k limit truly is a challenge for me haha This took way longer than it should have for me to post because it took AGES to get to GeekCon lmao A huge thank you to these two amazing creators for their builds used in this story: – Newcrest Starter by SimsOnlineCom – Nacho, Bueno! by CallMeMotherlode

Theme: Take Flight

Challenge/Month: Monthly Simlit Short Story/April 2023

Genre: Friendship, adventure

Word Count: 1,000 words

Jaeden huffed as she approached Nacho, Beuno! to meet up with her best friend.

Upon entering, she fell onto the chair with a scowl on her face. Sitting across from her was her childhood friend, Drax, who sipped his fruity drink as he watched her. He knew better than anyone to be careful of his words when she was in a mood like she clearly was now. 

He also knew that he didn’t have to ask because she would definitely tell him on her own. So, he waited for her to speak, carefully sipping the cold drink to avoid a brain freeze. 

“Parents are so unfair,” she said finally, using her hands to express her frustration. “I’m clearly ready for my first flight, but dad keeps telling me I’m too young. I’m almost seventeen, for grim’s sake!”

“He said no, huh?” Drax guessed with a frown. “My mom said no, too. I really wanted to go to space camp this year…”

“Why don’t they understand? We’re not babies anymore and treating us like some isn’t going to make it true!” Jaeden groaned, throwing her head back against the plush booth. “Did you know Kalie goes on regular flight trips every weekend? Her whole family takes her!”

“Yeah, and Melissa has been to space camp every year since she was three. She always makes sure to rub it in my face when she gets back. Can’t our parents see that they go each year and come back without a scratch?” He shook his head with a frown.

While Drax was willing to just accept his fate, Jaeden was willing to fight for what she believed shedeserved. “We have to fight for what we want or we’ll never get it!”

“I don’t know…” Drax rubbed the side of his neck, shifting nervously in his seat. “They seem pretty serious about this. If we disobey them, we might not get to visit GeekCon this year.”

“GeekCon?” she repeated, eyes widening as a thought struck her. She stood up suddenly, slamming her hands on the table. “That’s it! GeekCon!”

The other patrons of Nacho, Bueno! looked over at her in confusion and surprise. Drax, ever the shy boy, felt his cheeks start to burn. Jaeden, on the other hand, didn’t even notice them.

“Please sit down,” he told her pleadingly, giving her a nervous smile.

One of the waitresses approached her, a customer service smile on her face. “Is everything okay, miss?”

“Huh? Oh, yeah. Sorry,” Jaeden offered her an apologetic smile as she sat back down, waiting for the woman to walk away before addressing her friend once more. “We’re going to GeekCon and we’re going to both get what we want.”

“What are you talking about?”

“They build rocket ships each year. Forget space camp, you can go to actual space!”

“Are you crazy?” He sat up so suddenly that his chest bumped against the table. “I’ve never even been to camp, I can’t go to space!”

“Of course, you can. You just need someone with you that knows what they’re doing. And I just so happen to know a guy,” she grinned, folding her arms across her chest. “The same guy that just so happens to have a nice little broom for me.”

“Our parents will kill us!” he cried out softly before suppressing a shiver. “If we don’t die on our own first…”

Jaeden rolled her eyes. “This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, man. You can stay back if you want, but I’m not giving up this chance.” And with that, she stood up and left the taco joint, leaving her friend frowning at the table.

“Ta-dah!” Eric Westmiser pulled a black broom from behind his back, a grin on his lips. “As requested, one spellcaster’s broom!”

Jaeden’s eyes sparkled as she took the wooden handle in her hand. It felt right for her to hold it and it felt as if it belonged there. She had been waiting her whole life for this moment.

“Where’s your friend?” he wondered, glancing around. “The rocket’s fueled and ready to go.”

“Looks like you’re taking this trip alone,” she commented with a frown before shaking her head. It sucks that he chose not to join her, but what could she do? She couldn’t force him to reach for his dreams. All she could do was reach for her own and they were right in front of her now.

Eric shrugged, turning toward the rocket. “You take off first and I’ll follow after you.”

“Roger!” Jaeden gripped the broom firmly with her hands, preparing to mount it. Before she could, though, she heard her name being called.

“Jaeden!” Drax slowly approached them, taking a moment to catch his breath since he had ran the whole way to the festival. “W-Wait… for me!”

She grinned, nodding her head toward the rocket. “Let’s reach for the sky!”

Despite the anxiety in his heart, he grinned back. “Right!”

“All aboard!” Eric called dramatically from the doorway to the rocket. “We’re ready for takeoff!”

Taking a deep breath, Drax sent Jaeden a smile before turning to enter the rocket.

The door slid shut and the rocket started to vibrate as they started up the engine.

Excitement filled her as Jaeden finally kicked off the ground, her magic making her appear to glow a faint white. She slowly floated off the ground, hearing surprised whispers from the convention goers below.

It only spurred her on. She leaned forward and the broom shot upward toward the bright blue sky.

She could hear the rocket right on her tail and she slowed down until it was flying right beside her.

She could see Drax’s happy face through the tiny window and she couldn’t help but smile to herself.

The rocket surged upward, breaking through the planet’s atmosphere, getting smaller and smaller until she could no longer see it. Unfortunately, she couldn’t follow on her broom but she was still able to race across the sky, the wind whipping through her hair.

[danwhobrowses]

Guardians of the Galaxy Vol.3 - Quickfire Review

Finally. It's been longer than intended for me to watch this movie, I should've been writing this last week but I had the completely baffling scenario where the cinema people came in and say they 'didn't have the feature'. But finally I went and watched it so here are my quick thoughts on the matter.

Spoilers for the Movie

So I unsurprisingly enjoyed this a lot, I wouldn't say it's the best Guardians film, I think the first still sneaks the top spot, but they are all hits and it's the best MCU film since No Way Home.

I was quite surprised with a lot of things, but Rocket being on death's door for two thirds of the film was the most unexpected, paired with no character dying. I'm not too mad about the latter mind you, it was just surprising.

I read a non-spoiler review though that said that Adam Warlock wasn't in it enough, and while I can see why people may think that, I thought the limited time he had worked in his favour. The infant-like mentality - set up by the Sovereign saying he was awakened early - did add to the comedy and he was never gonna be comic accurate given that Vision stole his whole Infinity Stone shtick. While him joining the new Guardians made sense, I will say that Phyla-Vell felt a little thrown in there though but it was just a mid-credits scene so it won't mean that much.

The High Evolutionary is great though, like pure maniacal god complex, which helps to stand out against other MCU villains who often get painted with a layer of sympathy or manipulation. Chukwudi Iwuji depicted the role brilliantly and if Marvel do get put in a corner with Kang they can easily slot him into the role. For new side characters I also felt that all of Rocket's old buddies did well, Linda Cardellini especially as Lylla.

The plot itself was very emotive, centering mainly around Peter and Rocket being haunted by their past (the former having to also confront Gamora during it all), and Nebula's struggle to express herself. While this did leave Drax, Mantis and Groot to mainly hover around the side, and Cosmo and Kraglin to hover wayyyy far back over the side. Rocket's backstory though is brutal, and Peter's development towards acceptance and seeking out his family on earth was a solid payoff. I do especially like that neither of the daughters of Thanos ended up with Peter at the end, Gamora found her home in the Ravagers yes but she took home some lessons from the Guardians, and Nebula and Peter would've felt a little forced.

While the Guardians splitting at the end makes sense, and Drax getting some respect as a parental figure was nice, I do feel like Mantis going alone was perhaps the most bitter of the group going their separate ways, I enjoyed her character but she wasn't given a lot of substance, and I feel she was a little depowered here compared to when she sedated Ego and Thanos in previous movies. I hope at the least given how Star Lord will at least return that the Guardians will reunite once more, even if it's for another Holiday Special.

Also can't talk about Guardians without the music, and it's quite good, I suppose it's the quality you expect from the film after so many movies. Starting with Creep was a unique call, but I did enjoy them using Dog Days Are Over for the final scenes of the movie. Since You've Been Gone by Rainbow always puts me in a good mood though, mainly because of the Pot Noodle commercial that used the song.

I could probably dig into it more, but this is meant to be 'quickfire' and this is the eighth paragraph so in conclusion, really good movie, it has emotional weight and comedy, its focus on animal cruelty does make you pensive, the new characters were fun, and the conclusion will leave you content but also hopeful, despite Gunn setting sights on rebooting the DC universe, to see the group again.