#also i kinda just guessed that the quills can be used as weapons

[aalien-s]

ITS THE GUY

@lara-cairncross i rly wanted to draw him lol

HIS DESIGN IS SO GOOD UGH

i just wanted to add this wip as well

[graves4girls]

☆ i want to be with you | peter quill II

✩ summary: you've taken quite a liking to the ship, and don't plan on leaving anytime soon. ✮ word count: 2.4k ⚠︎ warning(s): fem!reader part 2 also will probs keep this characterization of the reader for my future quill fics ✧ be sure to check out my work on ao3 ⇢ gravesforgirls !!

You're situated in the common area, handle of your sword in one hand as the other glides the sharpener along the blade when you hear him clamber down the steps, heavy footsteps echoing off the metal interior as he approaches you.

"Getting ready for battle, or what? What's up with the sharpener?"

You roll your eyes, setting down the weapon onto the tabletop in front of you to give him your attention. God knows he'd crumble if you didn't.

"It doesn't hurt to always be prepared…I see you didn't get the memo."

You eye his attire, baggy sweats hanging around his hips and a fitted t-shirt that hugged his muscles perfectly.

"You don't think I look battle ready? I could totally kick ass in this."

"You're not even wearing shoes. And your hair's a mess. They'd laugh at you and blast your ass into another dimension. C'mere."

You reach a hand out as he pads closer, patting down the wild curls that stick up in every direction and combing your fingers through his hair. He hums as you play with the messy strands, letting his eyes wander your face.

"Do you own a comb? Jesus Christ, or at least use some conditioner."

He winces when your fingers get caught in a tangle, and you murmur an apology as you slowly work out the knot of hair. Your fingers gently pull at the strands until they free from each other, running your nails along his scalp to brush back his bangs before pulling away.

"Is it better?"

You shrug. "A little. I can help you comb it out later. And start conditioning. It does wonders."

He smiles as he settles down in the seat beside you.

"Where'd you get this thing, anyways? It's massive." He picks up the heavy blade, cautiously eyeing the sharp edge.

"My mother made it for me. She wanted me to be able to defend myself in case we were ever invaded again. She taught me how to fight, too."

You reach over his arm to nudge his fingers open, pointing to the small engravings in the leather that wrapped around the handle.

"My father carved these into the handle. It was a collaborative effort, really. He was just as keen on keeping me on guard at all times. They were both my number one fans when it came to my combative skills."

You lift your gaze to find him already staring back, and you suddenly feel so close, leaning over him with your arm still draped over his own. You flush a bit at the realization, clearing your throat as you lean back.

"The only use I get out of it is hacking down branches and shit, though. I've never had to use it on anyone. Well…aside from you, I guess. But that doesn't really count."

He grins, setting it down.

"You were this close to drawing blood." He holds his hand up, gesturing with his index and thumb. "I'm surprised it didn't break the skin, with how sharp you keep this thing."

"I'm glad I didn't, because now I have my own personal space chauffeur."

He rolls his eyes, turning away from you as he feigns hurt.

"So that's what it is? You use me for rides? Some friend you are."

You can see the smile that he fights to keep hidden, and you punch his shoulder weakly.

"I mean, you are the greatest pilot in the universe, right? Who else better to fly me around than you? Unless that was only a bluff, of course."

"You're just trying to butter me up and flatter me, now."

You rest your elbow on the table, chin perched in your hand as you watch him.

"Is it working, Mr. Star-Lord?"

"No…maybe a tiny bit."

You grin, letting a hand tug at his bicep to unfold his arms from each other. "I guess you're kinda cool to hang out with, too. But it's mainly the free rides. Don't let your head get any bigger."

He brushes you off with a small grin, snaking a hand onto the table to snatch your bag of snacks from you, digging into the crinkly package as you roll your eyes.

"This is sufficient enough pay, honestly. I could live off of just this shit."

He stuffs his mouth as he speaks, and you nudge his chin to close his mouth, keeping him quiet as a few of the homemade chips fall from his mouth and onto the table. He throws a lopsided grin at you as he chews, handing back your snack.

"Well, I'm glad you enjoy my makeshift chips. You're lucky they’re so easy to make, or else I wouldn't be letting you eat so many."

He mumbles something that sounds like gratitude as he finishes the mouthful of food, picking up the remnants of the havoc wreaked onto your snack and tossing them into his mouth as you shake your head. Your eyes fall to his arm, running over the defined muscle as it flexes and relaxes with his movements.

"You like what you see?"

You startle a bit as you meet his eyes, face heating up as he gives you a smug grin.

"How 'bout this? Huh?"

He flexes his bicep, and you shove him away with a groan.

"Chill out, Star-Nerd. I was spacing out. Get your ego in check."

He lowers his arm as you speak, leaning in tauntingly.

"Excuses, excuses. Just admit you can't resist starin' at these guns."

"You wish, asshole. You keep dicking around like that and you're not getting any more chips."

He drops the grin so fast it's funny, and you stifle a laugh as he apologizes profusely.

"You're such a dork. Here, you can have the rest. I'm feeling nice today."

You watch him shuffle around the small kitchen, muttering to himself as he tends to whatever it was exactly that he was doing, headphones perched over his ears and music far too loud to be safe for his hearing. You slowly pad up to him, tapping a finger on his shoulder opposite you and grinning when he turns to find nothing, whipping around to glare down at you.

"Couldn't resist, sorry. What are you doing? I thought you went to sleep."

You lean against the countertop beside him, nudging one of the earpads from his ear so you were sure he'd hear you. He shrugs a bit, gazing at you as he shifts.

"Couldn't stay asleep. What are you doing out here?"

"No different from you, I suppose. It's freezing on this thing. I'm used to the humid climate on my planet, not the frigid emptiness of space."

He hums quietly, falling silent. You watch him for a while, just taking him in, in all his sleepy, mussed haired glory. You knit your brows together when he starts to sway his hips, biting back a chortle.

"What are you doing?"

He smiles down at you, stepping away from the counter and holding a hand out to you.

"Dancing. C'mon."

You stare at his hand, raising an eyebrow at him.

"I can't dance. Besides, it's much more entertaining just watching you."

He gives a small pout, catching your hand in his own and pulling you to bump against his chest, letting his other hand fall to settle against your waist.

"Everyone can dance. They just need the right teacher, and lucky for you, I happen to be among the best of the best."

"I don't even know what song you're listening to, so how am I supposed to dance?"

He tugs the headphones off to hang around his neck, cranking the volume up until it can't go any higher, and you can faintly hear the slow melody blasting through the small speakers. You roll your eyes, pressing a hand to his chest in an attempt to push away, but he's quick to wrap his arms around your waist securely, keeping you glued to him.

"You're such a nerd."

You watch that stupid grin work its way onto his lips, and he slowly begins to sway you back and forth, big hands firm against your waist. "You're the one who wanted to join me on the ship. Nobody to blame but yourself."

"You should come with a disclaimer. Because I definitely did not sign up for dance sessions in the middle of the kitchen when we're supposed to be asleep."

He draws back to spin you around, and you grumble quietly as he tugs you into his chest once more.

"You like me a lot more than you let on. This is all just a façade, and you know it. You're practically swooning right now."

You can't hide the smile that tugs at your lips, shoving his face away when he leans in to tease you.

"In your dreams, maybe. You're insufferable."

"And yet here you are, following my every move without hesitation. You sure are full of contradictions."

Your face heats up at his words, and you let your hands push half-heartedly at his biceps, a weak attempt at getting him to free you.

"You live to torment me, I swear. I'm regretting ever helping you."

He chuckles quietly, and you swear you almost melt entirely at the way he hugs you closer, flush against his chest as he steps side to side.

"You'd never be able to resist the Star-Lord charm. I would've wooed you regardless."

"You are so unbelievably corny. How is it this is the same man that saved the galaxy, hmm?" You poke a finger lightly against his chest, smoothing your hand over the muscle as his grin widens.

"I'm telling you, it's my charm. I'm just too good. Just admit you're absolutely head over heels."

You stare at him with faux humorlessness, flicking your finger against his forehead and laughing as he recoils, hands retreating to rub at the abused spot as you chortle.

"That was uncalled for. Inciting violence when I'm trying to be a gentleman and dance with my lady."

You raise your eyebrows, a humored smile playing on your lips. "Your lady, huh? I have an inkling to believe you're the one who's head over heels."

He stammers, stumbling over his words at your implication, and you swat at his chest playfully.

"Just messing with you. Don't get all flustered, Star-Lord. What happened to your tough little demeanor?" You throw another small smile before slipping past him. "You've tuckered me out with your dance lesson. C'mon, you need the sleep, too."

You reach to grab his hand, pulling him along to drag him to his bunk. He quietly protests the suggestion as you step into his quarters, pouting once more as you reach to tug the headphones from around his neck, flipping off the device and pushing him down to sit on the edge of the cushion.

"You'll have more than enough time to torture me after getting some sleep. You look exhausted."

You rake your fingers through his mussed hair, and he sighs softly.

"Can…can you stay here until I fall asleep, at least? I find it easier when you're here."

"As long as it gets you to shut up."

He frowns at your words, making a show of flopping onto his side with his back facing you, feigning agitation. You huff out a small laugh, reaching to pull the thin blanket over him, perching yourself on the edge of the bed to let your fingers massage his scalp.

"You comfy?"

He flips over to look at you, nodding with a small smile plastered on his face.

"Very."

He nearly purrs as you play with curly blond strands, thumbing over his cheekbone whenever your hand nears his face, feeling the stubble across his cheek. His eyes fall shut, leaning into your touch as his breathing slows.

"How 'bout a goodnight kiss? For good luck." He teases, eyes still closed as he purses his lips playfully.

You think for a moment before dipping your head, pressing a quick, chaste kiss to his temple, and he jumps a bit at the unexpected contact.

"Don't get excited. That's all you're getting. Learn to be humble."

You watch him intently, but he keeps his eyes closed, though you don't miss the way he tries to fight the dumb smile that pulls at his lips.

He emerges from his nest hours later, hair ruffled and messy as he yawns, hand scratching at the line of hair that disappears beneath the band of his sweatpants as he pads over to the stool you're situated on. You lift your gaze from the small book pinched between your fingers, clamping a hand over your mouth at the sight, giggling behind your palm.

"What are you laughing at? I just woke up. Cut me some slack."

"No, you –you look cute. Aside from the drool stain."

You pick a napkin from the table to wipe at his face, and he leans into your touch, mind still laced with sleep as he melts into your hand.

"You think I'm cute? I knew you were swooning."

You roll your eyes, nudging his jaw as you pull away. "What did I say? Humble yourself. Your head's already big enough."

He plops down beside you, laying his cheek onto the cool tabletop and staring up at you, reaching a hand out to toy with your fingers. He thumbs over your knuckles, silent as he slowly regains complete consciousness. You let him fidget as your eyes pan across the open book in front of you, humming with a small laugh as you feel him pull at your hand to tangle in his hair. Your nails scrape gently across his scalp, drawing quiet, content murmurs from his lips as he sits beside you.

"So, can we talk about it? I mean, if you want to, of course."

He watches as you close the book, and you tuck a few stray curls behind his ear as you look down at him.

"What do you want me to say?"

He stares for a moment before speaking.

"I don't know. I guess…I just wanna know what this is. Between us, I mean. Because I can't keep acting like this is just friendly. Like, is it more, or am I confused?"

You smile at him, scooting your seat closer.

"I'd like to say it's more, if you want to. I do like you, Peter."

He lifts his head from the table, eyes searching your expression.

"Like, like like me?"

You roll your eyes with a small laugh, nodding. "Yes, like like. I'd be stupid not to."

He stills for a good few moments, drawing his brows together.

"I think that's the first time you've used my first name."

"Yeah? Do you not like it?"

He's quick to shake his head, and you grin at him.

"No, I really like it. You should do it more often."

"I'll remember that."

You watch him, eyes flickering to his lips as he leans in closer.

"Can I kiss you?"

"I'd like you to."

[dreamologisth2o]

Why I Believe Endersmile Is Canon

Because I’m on a bit of an Endersmile binge--

This is all gonna be very messy and just me putting my thoughts together and I’ll probably not be going through the VODs for exact timestamps or anything because that’s exhausting and I applaud the people who do, but here are my thoughts on Endersmile and why I’m 100% convinced it’s canon. They’re besties your honor.

/rp Any names mentioned are referring to their dsmp characters and not the streamers themselves unless specified

First off: The Disc. Dream trusts Ranboo, a lot. He trusts him so much that he literally gave Ranboo one of the two discs he needed to pull off his big plan at the finale. He trusted Ranboo, so much that Ranboo deciding to give the disc back to Tommy or Tubbo wasn’t an option, even though Ranboo was friends with both, which he knew. I don’t know why he gave Ranboo the disc, or how he got the disc from Skeppy in the first place, and I’m sure he did have a hundred and one back up plans for if Ranboo did decide to give Tommy the disc, but asking Ranboo to hold onto the disc in the first place means Dream trusted him to a degree, and that’s big coming from Mr. “Reserved”.

Second: Knowing Dream’s Voice. Ranboo knows/remembers Dream’s voice well enough that he hears it whenever he’s in the panic room, that his subconscious uses Dream’s voice to force Ranboo to confront his fears. For a guy who hasn’t had any one on one time or conversations with Dream in VC on stream, he sure does a really good job imagining his voice. /s 

Basically, they must have spoken, a lot. They must have spent time together outside planning for things or exchanging items or whatever. So much time, in fact, that Dream and Ranboo both end up sharing the same ideology of “People not sides” of “One big happy family” of “Being the person that stops conflicts” of “Being on all sides” of “Mediating between those sides” of “Choosing the side they think is right”. 

During Ranboo’s prison visit dream/nightmare, the Voice tells Ranboo that the only reason Ranboo hasn’t been hearing it lately, is because he hasn’t been speaking with Dream as often. That Ranboo and Dream had talked with each other nearly everyday. And I’m inclined to believe that because the mere existence of the voice proves he’s heard Dream’s voice a lot, or he has a very good memory of Dream’s voice, which, considering his memory problems probably isn’t the case. This is further supported by how ever since Dream’s been in prison, ever since Ranboo banned himself from the prison, he hasn’t heard even a hint of Dream’s voice, not even as he’s remembering more and more.

Third: The Disc War Finale. During the disc war finale, we have in universe proof and out of character confirmation from both cc!Dream and cc!Ranboo that the characters had been staring at each other during the entire thing. Some friends on a discord server have also pointed out how Ranboo appeared to be avoiding Tommy’s gaze unless Tommy’s distracted. And during the entire thing Ranboo’s the only one not holding out a weapon, instead he’s got a book and quill in his hand. We’ve now also got confirmation that Ranboo was Enderwalking during the Disc War Finale, which makes all the strange behaviors make sense because if they’re friends, if they’re allies, then Ranboo didn’t show up to fight Dream. Then Dream might’ve been trying to convey something to Ranboo, like perhaps trying to keep Ranboo from doing something stupid and revealing their alliance. Especially if he planned on being put in Pandora, he really doesn’t need his friend to try and “save” him and ruin the whole plan.

Fourth: The Voice. I am inclined to believe the things the voice says. Why? Because everything the voice is talking about are all the things Ranboo doesn’t want to confront, doesn’t want to see, doesn’t want to remember. The voice isn’t malicious. It’s not even Dream, it’s just using Dream’s voice to make Ranboo listen. And Ranboo knows it’s just himself. (also out of character confirmation from the cc!s that the voice is NOT Dream and never has been, it’s just a manifestation of all the shit Ranboo’s repressed coming up and slapping him in the face) Everything the voice does, all the things it says, is trying to get Ranboo to remember the “bad” things he’s done, to remember that he was on Dream’s side. To force him to face that side of himself that might be capable of doing bad things, if there’s a good enough reason. It exaggerates things, it makes them out to be worse than they actually are, but that’s how it’s able to get Ranboo’s attention, that’s how it’s able to force him to think about those things. Ranboo won’t do anything until he’s forced to face the problem, the Voice is just trying to get Ranboo to do that.

This is why I believe Ranboo DID blow up the community house. Why he’s working with or has worked for Dream in the past. Why he willingly gave Dream his memory book, possibly to create a visible conflict between them and ensure no one would connect them as allies, like what Dream wanted to do with Punz. And also because the other things it’s said, such as Ranboo being given the Cat disc to hold onto, have been proven to be true. Nothing the Voice has said has been confirmed a lie. And many of the things it’s talked about aren’t things we or Ranboo can find the answer to unless he talks to Dream, which is until the dude’s rescued from the prison, isn’t happening. (cc!Dream where’s your Dream lore?!?!?!)

That said, if Ranboo was the one to blow up the community house, then Dream was covering for him during the Disc War Finale. He didn’t have to. He could’ve thrown Ranboo under the bus. But he chose to take on that blame, make himself look even worse in the eyes of everyone gathered there while he was at their mercy, to protect Ranboo from similar persecution. Doesn’t this remind you of anything? And Ranboo’s got a track record of making friends with those who help him.

Fifth: The Visits. Ranboo has visited Dream in prison multiple times. At the very least at least 2 times that we have direct confirmation of, and probably even more. His visits are consistent enough that just a few days after Ranboo bans himself from the prison, Dream notices and starts a strike, tells Sapnap that Ranboo’s stopped visiting, asks him, his best friend who literally threatened to perma-kill him if he were to ever leave his horrible situation, to send a message to Ranboo. (which, I guess Dream still kinda trusts Sapnap despite everything that’s happened, huh?) 

Why would Ranboo visit? Unless they’re friends, unless they’re allies? Because even Dream’s so called best friend only ever visited once. Even Bad who Dream claims to have been the nicest only ever visited once. And while Tommy and Quackity visited more than once, their multiple visits have very clear reasons behind them, while Ranboo’s just, don’t. 

And consider: How did Ranboo know about the things that were said during the Disc War Finale, word for word, line for line, that he wasn’t present for, unless someone’s told him? Unless he heard about it from Dream himself. Unless that was what they were talking about. Unless that’s part of the reason Ranboo kept visiting Dream. 

Sixth: The Lessons. I don’t know about you, but giving life lessons to someone sounds like something you’d do with a friend, and not just a “puppet”. The whole lessons book gives off really mentor mentee vibes, and considering how Ranboo’s following in Dream’s goal of stopping conflict and uniting the server, well. And the lessons aren’t even malicious, or designed to push Ranboo away from others. In fact, many of them, especially the last few ones we see, are designed to protect Ranboo! Unless Ranboo’s safety was a top priority for Dream, there’s not much reason to pass those lessons down. This lines up incredibly well with Dream taking the blame of the community house’s destruction during the Disc War Finale, as well as his protective streak at his own expense when it comes to his allies and the people he cares about. Which means Ranboo is someone he cares about, which means they’re friends! They’re besties your honor!

Seventh: Ranboo’s Vehement Denial. Ranboo is infamous for being an unreliable narrator, for being in incredible denial despite all evidence supporting otherwise. Which means his vehement denial that Dream can be anything but bad is a fairly obvious red flag that that’s not true, and that Ranboo has reason to believe it’s not true, but chooses to actively ignore or forget those reasons and attempts to reinforce the “everything’s Dream’s fault, he can never change and will always be bad” mentality, that sounds like something he stole from Tommy or c!Dream antis, because he doesn’t want to face the fact that he has reasons for believing the opposite. At this point, I am 100% on board with the idea that all these unprompted instances of Dream hate is just a blatant cover up of how that’s not true at all. (Which he touches on, ever so briefly, when he renovates the second stronghold room)

Aaaaand that’s it! For the most part. I could touch on how Enderboo is hoarding all the backbone in this relationship and that the dynamic between Enderboo and Ranboo is closer to that of someone waking up after a sugar high or going for three days straight without sleep than it is two completely separate people or someone who’s literally sleepwalking (and that “Enderboo” is his normal state and “Ranboo” is the sleep deprived not thinking straight state). But this post is already obscenely long and I should end it here. 

TL;DR: They’re besties, your honor.

Anyways, if you got this far, thanks for reading!

[omegas-spaghettios]

Guardians of the Multiverse vs. The MCU

Part 0: Introduction

While I'm hyped for What If...? I want to talk about this team that, after the trailers, is probably a legit team about to form.

So, just for fun, I want to throw them against 10 different iterations of the Avengers, Guardians, and Revengers, just to see (and maybe a villainous team as well). I'm not a power scaler so I'll get things way wrong but hey! This is just for me to have fun! This will be fairly long as well, so yeah.

Now we have to make assumptions about this team cause we legit have not seen any of them, so I'll quickly run down how I will be interpreting them in this mini-series of gladiator combat.

The idea is common gear and stuff, each team has a few minutes to prepare for combat without seeing the enemy team first. So basically, the teams are going in expecting a fight but are not well informed, with an exception for our home team:

1. Uatu the Watcher: We don't have any basis for him since he's practically brand new, so this is the plan for him. He watches and sees everything, so his use is that he tells his team about the enemy team during the ten minutes then doesn't fight. He basically is able to give the others a quick rundown of who they are facing, so he's useful, but won't be fighting. I suspect it is general warnings and advice (Watch out for the heavy hitters, stuff like that). It gives the Multiversal Guardians an advantage but I want to include him and this is the best way I think I can concretely guess about his usefulness without too much speculation.

2. Captain Britain: Basically just going to assume she's standard MCU Steve Rogers Cap. The only difference is she can't use Mjolnir just because she's never been shown to be able to and I would rather not open this up to people who i think can wield it, it'll get confusing. Her main addition to our team is her strategy, I believe she is just as capable of a military strategist as Steve Rogers, who is probably the best. So her strategy will make us either match any team with Steve or surpass other teams in terms of strategy.

3. Star-Lord: Just, slightly better than Quill Star-Lord. T'Challa isn't miles better than Quill and it won't make a huge difference, but I bet he can take out Quill, call it bias but i just believe in T'Challa.

4. Black Widow: We know so little about this Natasha, I'll just be treating her as exactly as capable as normal Nat.

5. Party Thor: Guessing from his appearance I'm going to put him as around Thor 1/The Avengers Thor, just a bit less capable as he parties more and trains less. Basically similar to T'Challa, not hugely different but will lose out to Normal Avengers 1 Thor.

6. Doctor Strange Supreme: I have no clue what he actually is, I'm just going to assume he is at the same level as Doctor Strange but just a lot more ruthless.

7. Gamora: In the promos we see her in Thanos' gear. This is speculation, I'm going to assume mentality wise she is about a midpoint of Guardians Vol 1 Gamora and Thanos, kinda blend their personalities. Then just the effectiveness of Gamora with Thanos' armor and weapon (that is designed awfully, might I add)

8. Killmonger: Traditional Killmonger. In this image he doesn't have the Golden Black Panther suit, but he'll have it anyway cause I want him too.

So yeah! As I create this series, all the links will appear here, and each individual scenario will have links back to here, as well as the previous and next fights.

Also, one more rule, I'm going to assume that in any scenario, standard Steve Rogers, Thor, and Vision can use Mjolnir. Thor always can, so can Viz, and I will just treat it like Steve always can as well.

See y'all around!

Part One: Vs The Battle of New York Avengers

Part Two: Vs Guardians of the Galaxy Vol 1

Part Three: Vs. Ultron Crisis Avengers

[axe-trio-commanders]

OC Interview: Zori Sunblade

Draw (or use an old drawing, don’t worry!) or take a screen of your character in an interview setting and make them answer the following questions!

INTRODUCTION

Can you introduce yourself?

"That, uh... depends- this isn’t going on public record, right? I mean- not immediately?” [redacted] “Okay, yeah, after my death is... well- no, maybe Seremnis’ death. Or whenever she wants- okay, give it to her after my death and she’ll- yeah. Okay.” Shuffling and creaking of leather. “Zori Sunblade, member of the Sun warband, magister of the priory, pact commander by title, uh... oh- leader of Dragon’s Watch. And uh. Charr. Ranger. Uhm... hi?”

What is your gender identity, orientation and relationship status?

“...Uh... I think...” mumbled “...burn me I hope I remember the meaning of these right, been a while-” regular voice “Uh- she/her... lady friends, so far, and- actually been married for a while.” [She shows of a ring around her left-hand ring finger. Its gem gives off a faint glow.] “Still sort-of figuring out what that means, but I think I’ve got most of it down.”

Where and when were you born?

"...I, uh... hm. Lend me some paper and quill?” [Paper and quill is lent.] “...So it’s... 34, and that was... 25, when I was...” [She nods and taps the pen affirmatively on the paper.] “1306 AE, at, uh... all I remember or have been told is growing up in a fahrar around Rin.”

What is your weapon of choice and fighting style?

“That depends. I can snipe pretty good with a longbow, but torch and axe are my go-to for close range... sometimes a dagger if I need to be a bit less conspicuous.”

Lastly, are you happy?

“...Well, that uh. That escalated quickly, huh?” laugh “Ah... sometimes. Sometimes... it’s- I guess I don’t clearly remember now if it’s harder than it used to be, but... I’m working on it.”

FAMILY AND FRIENDS

What’s your family like? What is your relationship with them?

“Dragon’s Watch is my family. As is my warband, Aurene... Canach’s in there somewhere, too. It’s... I dunno. Some of them... still look up to me, I guess, after everything- some of them know me to well, some of them... I don’t know. Warband’s... complicated, right now, and I’ll probably always worry about Aurene... the people that know the most want to help, I know they do, it’s just... it’s hard to believe things will get better sometimes.” laugh “Probably not the best thing to hear from the charr you’ve put in charge of saving Tyria for the past nine years, huh?”

Have you ever ran away from home?

“...I... I don’t know. Maybe that’s what I’m doing now- burn me, I... really don’t think I can go back to the legions now, regardless of if things are changing or not. Don’t really think there’s been another... place I’ve ever called home.”

Would you consider marriage or having children?

“I mean- kinda too late to have second thoughts on marriage, huh? Ah, not that I would. I don’t think I’d want to live without her at this point, being honest...” Tapping of claws “...Cubs, though... I don’t know. Not now, definitely. If I’m going to be taking care of cubs, It’s not going to be at a time where I can’t do it myself. Be there for them. Burn me, I’ve had far too many examples of what happens when you don’t.” Pause “...Have sometimes fantasized about a quiet house somewhere in the woods, though. Whenever the disaster’s over.”

Do you secretly hate one of your friends?

“...Why would you call them your friends if...? No, if that was even a question. I’ve made it very clear who I hate, and... burn me, I guess... yeah, the only one who isn’t dead is Phlunt. And... Bengar, probably. Not sure if he’s, uh. Stable, right now? Not- I mean I don’t go out and murder whoever annoys me, that’s not- it’s a short list. It’s a very short list. I’m not going to murder someone over, like... burnt toast or something. That sort of thing is reserved for endangering my family.”

Which friend knows everything about you?

“...I- mm... I... some of them know more than others. Definitely, people in my family know more than people outside of it- ...burn me, I... I think, alltogether, if everyone I knew pooled knowledge they’d have everything, but... not any one. It’s... it’s habit, I guess.”

ASKED BY FANS

“Please tell me you’ve filtered these beforehand.”

Are you literate? Have you been to school?

"Okay, good start, uh... I mean, I’ve been through the fahrar, obviously, and I’m also a priory magister- I learned a lot more about the... being literate there, but at this point in my life I’m writing-fluent in New Krytan, old charr pathfinding symbols, ancient orrian... in the process of learning a couple others, too. Can’t hurt.”

The eeriest prediction you made that later came true?

Snort “I’m not allowed to die. I mean- burn me, what else am I supposed to take away from the fact that I died- actually went-to-the-mists died, and got told by the messenger of a human god that I, of all people, could go back? Had to, in fact? ...Burn me, I should probably be happy about that, but. Implication’s aren’t great there.”

What is something you were embarrassingly late to realize?

“...That I’m... that there are people who’d miss me. Not- not miss the commander, but... I expected people would- mourn, write songs or whatever once I actually kicked the bucket, but it’s all a bit... hollow, when most of them don’t even know my name- and to some degree, that’s purposeful. They can- they can mourn the role I filled, the stuff I did, that’s fine, that’s not going to destroy them, not going to hurt for more than a... week, maybe. And everyone else- even the closest people- burn me I’m supposed to be dead. Not only was I, but there’s no- there’s no logical reason I’ve survived all this. Gods and Elder dragons have wanted me dead- entire factions, powerful people- I’m not allowed to die by- by fate, or whatever, but nothing else in Tyria wants me here, so I- you expect people to expect it, at least. To be prepared for it. I want them to be, for their own sake, but...” long sigh “...I... tried to get my warband to leave. Now that they knew... where I’ve been. What I’ve been doing, and... it really shouldn’t have been such a shock that they were worried about me. That... that they, and... everyone who knows how bad it’s gotten wants me to get... better. That I even have that option.”

Do you have mental health or physical issues?

quiet “...I don’t think any of us came out of this unscathed.”

What is your current main goal?

“...I think... I think I will just- just focus on getting better, now. I- burn me, it’s going to give me anxiety like nothing else to leave this to anyone, but I’ve- ...guess this is the first I’ll say it outside of closed circles, but I... I think I’m giving up the title of commander. I don’t think- that’s not going to mean I’m not around, I’m... probably not even leaving Dragon’s Watch, but... it’s time to hang the regalia up, at least. Leave the final say to someone else.” Laugh “Definitely not gonna miss the politics. May I never have to see Phlunt’s face again.”

CHOICES

Drink or food?

“...Oh, the hard questions are over now? Er- sort of? ...I mean, you need both to... live, so... Hm. I mean- I’ve had some really good food, Dragon’s Watch has one of the best chefs, but- if you’ve ever had an entire jug of water past the height of the moon, you know exactly my dilemma here.

Cats or dogs?

“This is what we call a ‘false dichotomy’. Both. Duh.”

Early bird or night owl?

“...I, uh. I’m not sure I’ve had a steady sleep schedule, for... five? Years? I guess if you do want to wake me up without either food or news of immediate disaster that needs fixing, I might consider physical harm, so... whichever one that is.”

Optimist or pessimist?

“That depends. On the subject of how good today’s food will be? Optimist. On Phlunt ever caring for anything other than his own pride and wellbeing? Pessimist.”

Sassy or sarcastic?

“...There’s a difference? Everyone I’ve met has both or neither.”

HAVE YOU EVER-

-been caught sneaking out?

“Nope. I was raised Ash, and I was good at it.”

-broke a bone?

“...I... I don’t think I have, actually. Probably got just about every other possible injury, but... not that yet.”

-received flowers?

“...I, uh. Eheh... The, uhm. The first time my, uh- now-wife sent me flowers, I... didn’t know what they were for? And sort of. Ate them.” pause “...They were... definitely not meant to be eaten. They were anonymous- she told me about it later- so I thought someone was trying to poison me until a close friend explained what getting flowers meant.” pause “...Burn me, I have no idea how long she was trying to flirt with me until I managed to catch on.”

-ghosted someone?

“...Have I mentioned the time I burned to death?”

-pretended to laugh at a joke you didn’t get?

“...Wait, that’s- that’s a thing? I could have been telling terrible, incomprehensible jokes this whole time and I have no way to even know?! I- ...no, I haven’t, I guess. I just sort of... sit there confused...”

“...That’s the last one? Really? Sort of an awkward way to end it. Well, uh... remember the release protocol we agreed upon. Whole buncha people are gonna be upset if you don’t- most of which know how to hide bodies. Not... not sure why I know so many of that type of people, to be honest with you.”

[renaer-is-allegedly-hot]

session 15 notes

Ok true crime as in my new addiction is true crime podcasts specifically about serial killers

Back to the session

 After getting a bit of a reality check from durnan about the supposed strength and power of the xanathar guild…

Protected our home w glyphs of warding

Last day of our contract

Spell is set to fade soon

Asyna is feeding ot

Ot looks at asyna like he's a cornered animal

"ot here's some meat"

Why is krystal roasting me about my lover

He wants poison

Ot is calling his jailers idiotic

Oh no aerana might be spilling beans

I really shouldn't be allowed to play games

Because I will always turn to the chaotic evil character

Aerana isn't giving anything up

Theo tells us about the plumbers who came over last night

Aerana is going to typ, rest of party is staking out house

Shifts to watch ot, adam takes front, asyna tower lookout (it's foggy tho so perception check at disadvantage, 9; city looks a little eerie in the fog)

Cel puts immovable rod across cellar door

Ot is suspicious whenever cel comes in

"you cannot fool me xanathar"

Cel making theo a new cloak

Ot asks cel when he'll turn him into dust

The xanathar can turn ppl into dust

Flare ?

Is flare the brain boy ?

I don't like the energy we've created around the word "enlightenment"

Cel rolls 18 insight check

Ot doesn't think cel is cel

Cel is gonna just vibe witth him

"WHEN U SLAY ME I WILL THINK NOTHING BUT HATEFUL THOUGHTS"

Sorry didn't mean caps but too lazy to fix

Everyone else

Adam in front hissing at neighbors and cats, 7

Hears pavement scuffle, someone approaches and reddish gtray beard person w non-descript gray cloak approaches; trench

Doesn't remember cellar and plumbers guild coming by night before

Trench says he can help

Help get bar open

Used to drink there a lot

Gets parchment and quill with ink

Rolls insight to see if bar was only thing he wasd interested in, 13, trench seems v interested

Works in surveillance, protection

Gives him cel and theo's name "5 copper please"

Gets 5

Adam picks his nose

Theo patrols entrances

13 for perception

Overlaps path w adam's

Aerana to typ

Afternoon when there

Similar pattern to those there; frequent patrons

"if I'm making up words, it's not really hitler"

8 perception

Place feels open, not as packed as it usually is

Still feel sensation of cold from the well

Wizard w pointy red hat a regular

You see goliath wizard talking to a dwarven woman

Aerana sees an elven man (bard) w "ugliest guy you've seen in your goddamn life" dom says but only after we point out he looks like legolas, tuning a lute

Sense you've seen him before

The wellllllllllllllllll

It is better told by a bard

Some patrons old and strange, others just like to drink

But ritual in the storytelling

Durnan built

Gwyliam

Talking in elvish

Place formerly not too populated

But one of durnan's ancestors came over to build upon it and discovered the well

Network of tunnels underneath

20 for history check

Familiar with some of what he's saying

Parents would throw you into the undermountain if you were bad

Undermountain = stirs weird memory in your head

Being told as a child stories of undermountain

Deep dark fearsome place

Mt waterdeep wizard came here once named hallister the black cloak

Hallister - ppl don't know where he was from / if he was real but legendary

Brought apprentices trained in magical arts

Tunneled on peak of mt waterdeep

Legend of undermountain could not be verified as truth

Durnan's ancestor came to typ

Climbed into well

"I wouldn't bring this up around him" - doesn't talk abt

When ancestor returned was fabulously rich

Split money with best friend

Built typ

Occasionally engages in ritual of going

No one truly knows what lies in undermountain but there's something there bc some return but most do not

"it might just be the sewer" - "but don't tell anyone I said that"

Differing renditions

Some say durnan was the one with magical powers and killed everyone in there, or more nuanced speaking only of tragedy of those who return who come back fearful or returning with smaller parties; others talk more of hallister and argue over his life; every night a different story

Ask if he knows anyone who's come back

Gestures to half-orc in corner playing variation of solitaire; great celebration when he returned, he came back with riches

He is a regular

21 history check

Undermountain

Familiar name

"Deepest dungeon of them all"

When sewers were built many passages abandoned bc other halls + passages found, many teams from cellars and plumbers guild died during construction of the sewers

Prisoners often thrown into "undermountain"

Says even tho he's here most days there's still stuff he doesn't understand about it; new community reforged every night

At some point durnan talking to wizard and having a conversation which is odd ? Eventually wizard looks at aerana (old man) skinny pointy red hat

Wizard squinting at aerana then turns back to conversation

Try talking to half-orc

Interesting plated beard almost like that on dwarves wrt ornamentation; jewelry running through it

Wiry half-orc

Not skinny but muscled

Weird tattoos covering one side of his face looking like they change a little bit

Balanced a little precariously

Ask if he wants to play a two-person card game bc he's playing solitaire

Ask for his favorite game, Skipper (slapjack)

Dexterity check

5, 20, 10

First round you lose, his fingers have strange looking rings beautiful but rough-worn bands of steel or other heavy metal

Second you win

Third round he takes

"say not many people can beat me in that game"

"luck favors the bold"

In the well

Hell but now look at him can gamble all he wants

City of balder's gate

Large city rough place to grow up

Turned into rough child living on streets

Says his name is Sand

Balder's gate warlords make life difficult so he decided to leave

Was found in youth by someone who turned his anger into smth holy

Ran into thieves and plunderers of forgotten relics, became brother and sister and decided to take on deepest dungeon of them all

Horrible things - asks if you've heard the song

The yawning portal song

Not many people know the full tale

Was taught to be skeptical (it's in his nature or maybe his name)

Not sure how long he was in there or didn't know when he was in there

No light

Tunnels are confusing and without it would've been lost; found room with throne with snakes for arms

Great hallway with ancient trap

Living things also in there; all manner of beasts and creatures; ppl don't come back bc of those

Killed goblins down there but after the things he's seen and after the things he'd had to do could've gone with killing a few more goblins

Advice ? Some will sell maps of what they found or what they think they've seen; anyone can tell u abt beasts down there

Durnan wouldn't lower us down

Durnan doesn’t send ppl to their deaths

Durnan lowers people he deems worthy

Strong brave smart fast bold enough or some combo

But even then not everyone comes back

It's a place of death

Not buying him lunch lmao

Has broken into dangerous old elf dungeons like in the ones up north and would do it again if he could unsee some of the things he saw down in the well

A place of death but things move in the shadows w tombs down there and tunnels for miles hallways great and tall, treasures, beasts keeping it for themselves

Ask about tattoos

Gift from master

The person who saved him in balder's gate

Steeped in magic of shadows

Powerful bc he is strong but qi is stronger still

Aerana gets back home but starts to rain heavily

Ppl still patrolling

Adam

Sees drow ? W purple colored eyes silver-ish hair hiding weapons under his cloak steps up and says "pardon me" and asks if adam's seen a cat

Large cat - would've know if saw it

Adam sends drow to trench

Adam gives him good up and down look, can he see weapons ? Carrying two cinotaurs ??? Sinotaur ???? Adam rolls insight for cat

14, seems like he's talking abt a cat

Heads off to trench

Asyna in watchtower guessing ppl's names

Cel and theo switch

Theo says hi to ot, ot curled up in corner

Whispers "hey ot what's up"

Says he should've gone with his gut on the day theo arrived

"dark elegance" "the way you glided into the room" - ot on theo

Ot says he knows how the xanathar pays theo

"I guess seeing you was a realization of my deepest fear" a fear he couldn't name or place or knew he had but out of the darkness theo stepped forward

"I'm curious . How long do you leave your victims like this"

Ot starts to cry and says he would beg her to keep him in this place

"this voice you're using I find it sweet"

"I just don't want to wake up before the end"

Theo is gonna get him food

"the poor dead tiefling told me yesterday"

7 insight

Theo does not know what's happening

Says the water theo gives him looks real

Looks at the wall drinks some water

"and it tastes real"

We kinda fucked ot up LMAO OOPS

"I know that you don’t have a heart… but if there's any chance that anything I've ever said or thought about you could take root in your soul"

Theo says she'll consider his request

Sits there for a half hour then asks if that's her real name

"nithlur" or smth like that

Nihloor

"where'd you hear that"

In his head lmao

What if this is like

A tapeworm

In his head

"what does knowledge taste like"

Asks if it's a feeling or a thought

Theo says it's a feeling

Ot says whatever knowledge is it's valuable to the right thing

Wonders if he can take a nap

Gonna take a nap

Adam forgot he made ott think he was dead

Aerana is taking over for theo

Adam takes first watch

Perception check, 22

Raining ohp so at disadvantage gotta do it again

New roll, 12

Rain is still falling

Hears a weird noise coming from outside the house

Uses thaumaturgy to boom voice saying "wake up"

Everyone sleeping wakes up

Goes toward sound

Hears weird growling noise

Goes semi-toward noise w pyrotechnics prepared; darkvision does he see anything

Sees shape

It's not the cat

Unfamiliar, looks like it's flying but more like it's floating

Bobbing up and down in air

Creature w large glassy eye and sagging mouth w lots of sharp teeth

Sticking out from form are eyes attached to a slug protruding off it w glassy eyes hanging off it

Intense stench making icky moaning noise

Adam shits his pants

It's big

The size of its mouth is human size

I've been listening to serial killer podcasts all day

[creator-zee]

172

       The group of four girls were returning to the dorms when one of them spotted a solitary figure running into the woods. 

       Sam sighed, turning to the rest of her team. “We should probably go make sure they don’t die.”

       Jayden shook her head. “They go here. They know the risks of the shadows, if they’re smart, they'll be out before the sun sets.”

        Riley, the leader, frowned. “You’re right Jayden, but better safe than sorry. Besides we’ve been due for some team bonding and a walk in the woods sounds nice.”

        “Right up until we get attacked by shadows.” Jayden added sarcastically, but followed nonetheless.

        Lake followed silently, not commenting, but her hands drifted to her blades on her legs, checking that she would be prepared in case it came to a fight.

        Jayden took the lead, being half-dragon she was the biggest and could take the most damage so she always insisted on going first despite not being the best fighter. She was good, no doubt, but not the best. Riley followed Jayden with Sam behind them and Lake wordlessly taking up the rear. 

        “Silence doesn’t equate to team bonding.” Jayden pointed out. “So, come on if we’re going to justify going into the woods this late, let’s bond.”

        “You mentioned it, you come up with something.” Sam said, sidling up next to Jayden as the path widened.

         “This was your idea.” Riley reminded her.

         Riley sighed, debating whether or not to step between the two. She knew from experience they could bicker all day, although it was almost always good-natured. She glanced at Lake, but, as usual, she was more focused on the woods than her team. Riley didn’t miss the way her hand kept ghosting over her blades as if she was afraid they would suddenly disappear.

         Deciding that she didn’t want to listen to them argue all evening Riley stepped in. “Both of you chill, it was my decision. As soon as we know that that person made it back out we can go back and play video games or something.”

          “How do we even know we’re on the person’s trail?” Sam asked.

          “I’m tracking them.” Jayden said, pointing to the ground.

          Sam turned around quickly when she thought she heard an uncharacteristic snort from Lake, but when she looked at her face she saw nothing, just her normal blank expression. Lake met her questioning look with a blank one, and Sam turned back around, fixing her gaze on Jayden again.

          “How?”

          “The boot prints.” Jayden said, as if it was obvious.

           Lake rolled her eyes. Jayden has no clue what she was doing. She may be strong and a good fighter, but she had never been taught how to track.

           Sam also rolled her eyes. “Jayden there’s hundreds of boot prints on this trail.”

            “I have to agree with Sam again.” Riley chipped in. 

        “What’s this? Team up against Jayden day?” Jayden asked spreading her arms in exasperation.

         “Lake’s not against you.” Riley pointed out.

          Jayden just huffed. “Lake’s not against or for anyone. She’s just kinda there.”

           “You know she does more than that.” Sam asserted.

           “Yeah, yeah.” Jayden muttered. “She’s our best fighter and everything....”

            Lake remained silent, as far as she was concerned the comments were deserved. She did remain aloof, although she did care about her team she had never figured out a way to take the leap of faith and start interacting beyond basic conversations, so she stuck for just being a silent presence. She glanced up at the sky and tensed when she saw that it was orange and red with the darkening sky. She tensed when she realized that if they didn’t turn back now, they would be stuck in the woods with the shadows, but the person they were following - and they were following them just not by Jayden’s tracking skills - still hadn’t turned around.

       Riley realized this as well. “Get ready for a fight guys. If we don’t find this person soon, we’re going to have to fight.”

        Sam and Jayden nodded, both their hands finding the handles of their weapons, an axe for Sam, and a broadsword for Jayden.

         Riley’s fingers brushed over her own arrows in her quiver as she unslung her how, making sure it was ready.

         “What is this person doing?” Riley hissed as she saw that they had left the trail.

       Jayden stopped. “What do you mean?”

        Riley pointed to where the branches of a bush were bent slightly. “They went off the trail.”

         “I guess we should follow.” Jayden sighed.

         “Ha, so you agree.” Sam pointed out victoriously, as they followed Riley.

         “Shut up.” Riley muttered.

         Lake glanced nervously up at the sky again. She knew how to recognize how close nightfalls, and thus the shadows were, from the color of the sky from years of experience. And despite the nearly full moon it didn’t bode well. They were running out of time.

        As they broke out into a small clearing, the sun finally fully set, marked by a roar in the woods.

        “Not good.” Jayden muttered as she drew her sword, as Riley knocked an arrow and Sam drew her axe.

         An Ursine shadow charged out of the trees at Same, who knocked the swipe aside. More shadows of varying types joined the Ursine. Lake drew her blades fighting off the shadows, while also keeping track of her teammates. 

        She sliced the head off of the Leonine and quickly cast a shield spell. The transparent white circle sliding into place between a Lupine claw and Sam. She sent another one to her right, saving Jayden by being smashed in by a Taurine. She cast one in front of herself to save herself from being stomped on by an Elephantine. She fought it off while also covering for her teammates as they were swarmed. They were holding their own pretty well, but most of their experience was one and one and they weren’t used to dealing with being swarmed like this. 

      Lake flicked her wrist and her blade curved into a hook versus the short blade. She has been fighting with. She jumped up, the blade sticking in the thick hide of a large shadow. She pulled herself up on its back and drove her other blade - still straight - into its neck.  It rested and growled trying to toss her off. She hung on. Stabbing her blade again even as she summoned a shield to protect Riley from a stray spray of quills. 

         The shadow she was disappeared back into actual shadows and she dropped on the ground. Over the clamor

of the battlefield, she heard a shriek of pain in the woods. She glanced at her team. They were tired, but had a better chance than the lone stranger. She turned and ran into the woods towards the cry of pain. She broke out into another small clearing. She immediately saw the large shadow and then the smaller figure on the ground. She tossed a shield out, blocking the figure from the shadow’s attack.

       Lake was painfully aware of her low magic reserves as she threw her right blade towards the shadow after flicking it straight again. She had been using too many shield to help her teammates out and they had been fighting for a while.

       The shadow fell and she pulled her blade back into her hand with magic as she crouched over the figure.

       The girl, another first year, looked up, relieved. Her leg was injured from a bite. Lake brought her arm up as she noticed the shadow out of the corner of her eyes. She summoned a shield, aware that that was the last of her magic and likely would break. Sure enough, as the large paw connected it shattered, and the paw continued to claw into her arm.

       Lake gasped in pain, but brought her other arm around, stabbing the blade into the beast’s chest. It disintegrated into shadow. Lake couldn’t keep a grip on her left blade with the state of her arm to she folded the blade in and shoved it into its sheath on her leg, before hoisting the stranger up, pulling her arm over her shoulder, and helping her hobble through the woods.

      Lake growled when she heard the tell-tale signs of shadows approaching. They were going too slow. 

        She had to pull the stranger tight to her with her injured arm as she sliced a shadow that lunged from the right.

       Luckily, the next thing that crashed through the woods was her team. Jayden immediately stowed her blade on her back and picked up the stranger. 

       Riley’s and Sam’s eyes both darted to Lakes’s torn and bleeding arm, but Lake brushed off their concern.

        “We need to get out of here before more shadows come.”

         Riley nodded and began leading the way. Jayden followed, barely slowed by the extra weight as Sam and Lake brought up the rear. A few more shadows attacked as they made their exit, but no one else got injured. Riley, Sam, and Lake managed to keep the shadows off them as they ran.

        Finally they were free of the woods and inside of the powerful wards of the school that kept the Shadow’s out.

        “Come on, let’s go to the infirmary.” Riley panted, even though Jayden was already headed that way, she hadn’t even slowed.

         Professor Slawn saw them as they entered the main  building. 

       “What were you five doing out past dark?” She asked as she accompanied them to the infirmary.

         “We saw her go into the woods alone and followed to make sure she was okay.” Riley explained, nodding towards the girl that Jayden was carrying.

        The shadow’s venom was taking effect and the girl began shrinking into herself in Jayden’s arms. Whatever had caused her to run into the woods presumably wasn’t good and was only being amplified by the venom. . They reached the infirmary and a nurse quickly directed Jayden to set the girl down and Slawn’s questioning was paused. 

          The nurse saw Lake’s arm. “Sit there.” She ordered pointing to the bed next to the one where the girl was laid.

          “Are any of you injured?” The nurse asked the three girls still standing when they shook their heads she waved them away. “Go with Professor Slawn then. I have patients to treat.”

          They nodded and shuffled out of the room. The nurse began shuffling around grabbing supplies. She began by cutting away the girls pants around the wound and cleaning it. It was a sizable bite, but it was relatively clean and should heal easily. Lake busied herself while the nurse worked on the girl by peeling her ruined shirt off, the sleeve was torn and soaked in blood. She snagged a clean cloth from the pile next to the nurse, dunked it in the water and began wiping the wound clean, but fresh blood kept replacing what she wiped away. Her own wound was relatively clean cut, but it was deep. It would need stitches, so she settled for just pressing the cloth against her arm, keeping pressure while waiting for the nurse to finish with the girl.

       The girl had been given some pain meds and was currently in a drugged sleep. The nurse worked efficiently and was soon bandaging the girl’s leg. The nurse turned to Lake.

        “Sorry, bad night to be working solo. The other nurses went on the trip with the fourth years. You did good though with that.” She pointed to how Lake was holding the cloth tight to try and stop the bleeding.

         Lake nodded, removing the cloth as the nurse reached for her arm. 

         The nurse grimaced slightly. “You’re going to need stitches. These gashes are pretty deep.”

         Lake just nodded again. The nurse numbed the area before getting to work. Lake watched as the nurse stitched her back up and bandaged the wound. 

         “You should be good. Change that bandage every day, keeping it clean. I’m going to send you with bandages and antibiotics and anti inflammatories. Do you want pain meds?” The nurse asked as she began cleaning up and gathering the things for Lake.

        Lake shook her head, waiting as the nurse prepares her prescriptions.

        The nurse handed her the bag. “Ok, feel free to come get some if you need them. Avoid using that arm till it’s healed. Come back in for a recheck in two weeks when those prescriptions run out.”

         Lake nodded. “Thank you.” She glanced at the name tag. “Ryan.”

         The nurse, Ryan, nodded. “Of course try to avoid getting injured again though.”

         Lake nodded and left the infirmary, heading back to her room, hoping that no one was awake, because she was still shirtless. She slipped into her room to see the rest of her team all sitting on one bed talking.

        Sam was the first to see her. “Lake!”

        Jayden and Riley quickly turned.

        “How’s your arm?” Riley asked, as Jayden asked. “Since when could you fight like that?”

         “Uhhh...” Lake wasn’t sure where to begin and she was very conscious of her lack of shirt. Sam seemed to be too as she blushed and looked away.

          “It’s fine.” She answered after a pause as she set her stuff on her desk and grabbed a new shirt quickly pulling it on.

          She answered Jayden’s question next. “I could always fight like that. You’ve just only ever seen me spar.”

         “No kidding.” Sam muttered. “How were you able to keep up so many shields. I saw you had four at some times. I can only manage two. I have to target them with my hands.”

         “It takes practice, lots and lots of practice.” Lake admitted. “You have to be aware of everything happening in the fight.”

          “How do you have so much practice?” Jayden asked. “You’re a First year like us.”

         “It’s not my first year of fighting though. I’ve been fighting my whole life. Only way to stay alive if you don’t always have walls to protect you from the shadows.” Lake answered as she sat on her own bed.

         Riley gave her a curious look, but didn’t push it. “Well, Slawn wants to talk to us more in the morning but said for us just to get some rest tonight.”

         Lake nodded and removed her blades, flicking them out and cleaning them.

        Jayden didn’t stop the questions even as Sam climbed into her bunk above Lake and Riley climbed above Jayden. “To be honest I didn’t think you cared enough about us to fight that hard. Why did you fight so hard?”

         Lake looked up, a little surprised. “Because you’re my team.” She answered plainly.

         “But you don’t like us?” Jayden pressed. Riley was ready to cut in if Jayden pushed it any farther.

          “Just because I don’t talk doesn’t mean I don’t like you.” Lake said. “I just don’t talk. If I didn’t like you I wouldn’t do things with you.”

          “Ohhh...” Jayden muttered. “Sorry.”

          Lake shrugged. “It’s fine.”

         She finished cleaning her blades and set them on her desk before tossing her pants in the laundry and slipping on some sweatpants to sleep in. 

         “Why don’t you talk much?” Jayden asked, and Riley feared that she was treading dangerously close to a line.

          Lake shrugged. “I’m not good at it.”

        “Huh.” Jayden muttered. “Well... good night I guess.”

        “Night.” Lake responded as she climbed into her own bed, but she didn’t fall asleep right away like Jayden did. While Jayden quickly fell into a peaceful sleep, Lake was troubled by her thoughts. She knew the shadow poison was partially to blame, but really that was her fault.

       She should’ve been better. Dodged instead of putting up a too-weak shield. I suppose then it would’ve hit the girl. She should’ve rationed her magic better. Had more faith in her team. Maybe if she actually talked instead of being a freak she would’ve and then this wouldn’t have happened.

       Lake sighed as she rolled over again. God she was useless. Why did she even come to this school? Some stupid foolhardy attempt at getting an actual job to help her family out, and yet here she already screwing things up in year one, in month four. She’d be lucky if they let her stay. She was on scholarship. And she had been stupid enough to break the rules. If only she actually talked she could’ve spoken up, argued not to go in the woods. But then the girl would’ve been hurt. Ugh. She should’ve found her faster. Spoken up and tracked her instead of letting Riley do it. She should’ve been more active. She should’ve done more instead of being so passive.

        She heard a slight thud as someone jumped lightly down onto the ground, Sam. 

        “It’s the poison isn’t it?” She asked in a voice barely audible.  

        “What?” Lake asked back in the same low voice.

    ��   “All the negative emotions rolling off you. I can feel them because of a family trait. We’re extra sensitive.” Sam explained.

        “It’s not that much worse than normal.” Lake said. “I’ll be fine. You never said anything before.”

        “I was too afraid to do anything before. I didn’t want to cross a line.” Sam admitted.

        Lake sighed. “I’ll be fine. I’ll get to sleep eventually.”

        “But I would prefer that to be sooner rather than later, and I have trouble sleeping with all the negative vibes your giving off.” Sam argued, careful to keep her voice low. “You know the cure for shadow poison. Contact comfort, so scoot over.”

         Lake sighed. She wasn’t sure how much of Sam’s argument was an excuse to help her and how much was actually just a want to get to sleep. She decided it didn’t matter. She didn’t want to fight it, so she scooted over, letting Sam climb into her bed. Sam immediately slid under the blankets and wrapped her arm around Lake’s waist.

        “See, better already.” Sam muttered as she got comfortable.

         Lake remained silent, but she relaxed in Sam’s hold, unable to deny the immediate relief it brought. She’d done this before for the same reasons before coming to this school. She found it comforting and not just because it lessened the effects of the poison that amplified her negative emotions. It also reminded her of home.

[ofnifflersandkings]

Title: Nothing Like an Old Friend

Character: Peter Quill

A/n: okay so like Thor actually isn’t in this part since this is really more for setting the stage. our good pal Peter Quill takes center for now but the series is for our thunder boy; it’ll make sense i pinky swear

•

Truthfully, you didn’t remember falling alseep the night before. And you certainly don’t remember doing so right at your work table, surrounded some of the most dangerous weapons in the universe.

Just above where your head laid sprawled out on your arm was a ZF1 blaster you had been commissioned to repair the nitrogen gas unit. One wrong bump and you would’ve been incinerated.

So really, you should have been thankful to whoever was insistently pressing on your door buzzer.

But you also were never a morning person.

You huffed, sending peices of your flying upwards as you did. “Honestly, if a sign says closed you’d think people know not to bother.”

Just as you were about to turn on your mic to give whoever was clattering about at your front door,

“Starlord speaking.”

Your head sprung up as you recognized that all-too-familiar voice boom into your workshop.

“Wakey, wakey (Y/n). I know you don’t have any other friends, so you must be in.”

You jumped up from your seat. Nearly flying over to the monitor as you saw Peter, obnoxiously waving at the camera with a smug smile on his face.

“What? Are you just gonna make me stand out here all day?”

In your excitement, you forgot to unlock the door. You pressed the button and bolted over to your shop’s entrance, just in time for it to slide open and reveal your dearest friend.

You barely got the chance to open your mouth and respond when you were plucked right into his arms, Peter’s hold on you tight as he chuckled.

You didn’t hesitate to return his embrace. “I thought I’d never see you again!” You mused, patting the back of his shoulder.

“You and me both.”

Something was wrong. His tone was off, you could tell even as he covered it with a big smile. Another big give away was how his hug seemed to linger longer than they usually did.

You pulled back to get a better look at him. “Everything alright?”

Peter heaved a long sigh, releasing you after one final squeeze. “Nothing you have to worry about,” He gave you a quick look over. “Can see your hair has gotten longer.”

You smiled, despite knowing he was deterring the conversation. You let him get away with it this time. “I can see you’re still a terrible liar.”

He chuckled, turning around so he could pull something out of his bag without you seeing. “Anyways, remember that mask I got off you for my one mission in Morag?”

“You broke it again, didn’t you?” You said, not even bothering to look up as you cleared off the space on your desk.

Peter scoffed, hiding the helmet behind his back. “You always gonna assume the worst from me?”

You met his gaze, laughing when you saw the way his arm was positioned. “Are you ever gonna prove me wrong?” You pushed over the machine you currently working on and held out your hand. “Give it here then.”

Peter revealed his busted helmet, ashamed when he saw the single blinking red eyepiece with and how bashed in the one side had become.

Even still, just as you were about to take it from him, Peter held it high above his head. “First, I’m gonna need one more hug.”

You beamed at him, not hesitating to pull him into your tight hold. It had been too long since he last brought everyone to come see you.

“You shouldn’t stay away so long next time,” You mused, plucking the hunk of metal from his fingers and bringing it over to one of your work benches. “I miss you all too much.”

Peter kicked over a chair so he could sit next to you while you worked, fiddling with the endless sea of mechanical devices you had all around. “You wouldn’t need to miss us if you thought about my offer,” He said, wiggling his brows when you glanced up at him. “You’re always welcome to join to team.”

You smiled as you popped open the helmet’s casing to assess the damage. “Nah, I’ve never been the rough, tough, save the universe kinda person,” You peered over again and faltered at his dejected expression. “But I’ll be sure to let you know if I ever change my mind.”

Peter shrugged. “I guess I can’t annoy you about it too much this time. Had someone new invite themselves on board not too long ago.” He tone was especially grumbly and you smirked. You would’ve replied, but as soon as you assess all the damages you were already cracking open the metal casing to work.

You were always especially silent whenever you were focused on your work, preferring to pay attention to any small details. Peter never minded though, you were fascinating to watch. He made it a personal game to mentally keep

track of how fast you were able to fix something, almost beating your record everytime.

But, in a sudden break of character, you glanced over at him. “So, who’s the new guy?”

Peter’s brows knit together and he leaned back in his seat. “Apart from being the biggest pain in my ass? Some hotshot back on Earth.”

You held back a chuckle. “You two have a lot in common then?”

Peter’s eyes widened as he gaped at you. “I am nothing like that shmuck. He’s just a tall, not that good looking guy from Earth who needed saved by me.”

“You don’t feel threatened by him at all then?”

“Not in the slightest.”

You hummed, twisting on the last screws in the helmet. “Mhm, so then why have you been making your voice deeper since you got here?”

You couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped you when he tripped over his words.

“No! — I have not!” Peter looked at you with defeat and flopped into his chair when you raised an eyebrow at him. “Shut up.”

You looked over your handwork one last time before pressing the botton that collapsed the helmet back into an earpiece. “Good as new.” You tossed it over to him.

Peter caught it with ease, giving it a look over before sliding it into his coat pocket. “You’re the best.”

You pushed yourself off your stool, giving your back a small stretch. “When do I get to meet him then?”

“Who?”

“The new one.”

His eyebrows shot up so fast you thought they were going to lift right up off his head. “Absolutely not, I don’t need to deal with that too.”

“I don’t even get to know his name?”

“Even that would be too much.”

“Pete, I’m gonna have to meet him at some point.”

He shook his head and plugged his ears. “La la, I can’t hear you.”

You let out a low whistle, leaning against your table. “Yeesh, this guy must really be something if he has you worked up this much,” You saw his face get all tense and you held up your hands in surrender. “Whatever helps you sleep at night, boss. I won’t seek him out.”

Peter leaned over the table and plopped a messy kiss on your hairline. “I always knew there was a reason you were my favorite.”

You slapped his arm and grinned. “What’s the deal then, is he like super pretty. Is that why you’re being moody?” You feigned a gasp. “Did Zamora leave you for him?”

He groaned, pushing himself off table and dramatically throwing himself towards the door. “You’re just as bad as Drax, I don’t know why I bother visiting.”

“You take that back right now.”

Peter grinned. “Never meant it in the first place.”

Despite your teasing, you were really happy he was there. It felt like lifetimes since everyone was here on your base. They were the only people you ever really enjoyed seeing. You enjoyed your life alright, but the company and joy the Guardians brought to you was irreplaceable.

You nudged him gently as you walked past him. “I’m only teasing. So, what’s the real reason you stopped by.”

Peter quirked an eyebrow. “Whatever could you mean?”

“You truly expect me to believe you flew 8 parsecs just to have me fix your helmet?”

“It’s a special helmet! Wouldn’t have just anyone fix my crap,” He defended, following you outside. “But you’re not wrong, had some business to take care of back on Earth.”

You stopped walking. “You went back?”

Peter sighed again, something that greatly concerned you. “Long and complicated story, but the jist of it is that our ship got pretty busted and we need your expertise to get back in gear.”

You frowned out at him, he usually didn’t keep much from you. But your best guess was that he had his reasons. “Say no more.”

“I can pay you-“

“Shut it,” You interrupted his sentence, not even letting him entertain the idea of it. “Just tell me what you need.”

Peter knew better than to argue with you. Besides, he had long since become an expert as putting credits into your fund without you realizing it until he too far away to smack over the head.

“So, this new guy,” You said, breaking the silence. “How’d you end up finding him?”

“That‘s also part of the long and complicated story.”

[goldstonegolem64]

Book 1 Hope returns  Chapter 38  Unleash the beast   By Goldstonegolem64

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_JQ820nUujk&t=21s

Haggar sat in her lab looking through the record of Root rot see as he had the biggest profile out of all four of her new pilots. the report was from a Subcommander that was well known for hunting dangerous game and was the first and only to survive being hunted By Root rot and his clan on there home world. The original reason the subcommander was because they had caught wind a the beasts on this moon had a weird ability to Evolve rapidly to survive the harsh jungles. The report Told of How this subcommander had found this clan of Florian's light years away from their homeworld.The report told her that the Florains there had grown to have the same ability as the rest of the wild life an had build there village in side of a old abandoned temple and the clan had adopted the religion of the temple. The rest of the report was just the subcommander watching the clan over for about six deca phebes. Nothing of interest happened through the phebes but that was until the last deca phebes in which one of the sub commander troops decide to hunt one of the florian despite his orders and killed it. 

It turned out that the florian was pregnant with twins and that was when everything started going down hill. It all started when the same troop that disobeyed went missing along with three plasma rilfs .Then came the feeling of being watched and  unit that was sent to find the missing soldier also went missing followed by their warship being destroyed by a overcharged plasma rifle placed in the armory  causing a chain reaction that trapped the crew there. She then read as that the crew was picked off one by one by a unforeseen force  that seemingly adapted to whatever strategy they had come up with to hunt it. The subcommander then write that maybe the florain that was killed was the mate of what was hunting them and this was all just revegen for what was taken from them. But what happened next caught her attention. The report read that The florian that was hunting them was the. 

The report stopped before she could see what had been hunting them.She assumed that it was root rot. But there were some things that didn’t add up. Like how did he get onto the warship without being seen. How did he get on learn how to work blaster or even overload it to begin with. She then looked through the rest of the reports and saw something that caught her eye. Root rot was a know Bioterrorist and used gases of different varieties to mark targets , grow small hounds or mindless minions ,some paralyzed other corroded flesh and metal. one caused anyone to in haul it to laugh themself to death if exposed to it for too long. One send crowds into rage fueled blood bath . As she was looking through the reports the door to her lab opened

“ What is it ?” Haggar said not looking toward who ever entered her lab

“ lord Zarkon has requested your pressaion. “ the druid said 

“  Alright “ Haggar said as she closed the report and got up from her seat and left the lab.toward the throne room.

Elsewhere the Castle of lions was hovering over a desert  world where the s.o.s came from 

“ I know were all going down there but before that What's the game plan?” Jay asked 

“ well we have made contact to the other two outposts on the neighboring planets. Both are untouched but Hq as order a quick evac just in case they’ve been compromised “Ace said as she walked into the room 

“ So we're not gonna go down there to see what happened there” Hunk said a little hopeful

“ Yes you would be correct hu-” Allura was cut off when another message 

A screen appeared to reveal a rebel soldier that was galra with a huge cut across  their face. There was two other soldiers in the background one was dead on the floor and the other had wings and their face was hide behind them as they were looking out into the hallway .

“ If anyone can hear this please come help us were the only survivors here and were being hunt by that thing. It killed everyone with no remorse and it started to hunt who was ever left” the sound of footsteps could be heard in the background” Shit it found us please be quick come on sky lets going “ then the message stopped

“ Well here we go.” Hunk said

Jay coulded help but think that the rebels voice sounded. But he just pushed that though to the back of his minded.” So let's get down there and save those people” Jay said as he was walking out of the room towards the hanger bay thinking that all this seemed a little  fishy  

“ You heard the Man lets get going” Ace said to her team as she followed Jay

A few minutes later 

The lions, The valkyrie, Two rebel ship and the Prometheus were flying down toward the outpost 

“ So how many people were working at that outpost anyway?” Adam Asked 

“ Normally there are about fifty to a hundred depending on the importance of the outpost location” Ace said 

“ Ok my confidence has lowered a bit” Lance said feeling a little unsure about there chances of find those to guys alive.

“ Hey jay you’ve been unusually quiet something on your mind?” Adam asked

“ it’s nothing i just don’t have anything to say on the matter at hand” Jay said 

“He things this whole thing is a bit fishy but he doesn’t have enough evidence to prove it” Val said outing her pilot 

“ Why would you think it was a trap? “ Shiro asked 

“ It just something doesn’t feel right about this whole thing. i mean it might be just the way i was raised to question anything that seems just out of place. like the second message or the person who sent it and no it’s not because he was galra/ It because he’s voice sounded familiar and i can’t remember where i heard his voice before.It suck that i can’t remember and i normally remember this things  ” Jay said 

“ Like how you remembered to tell Adam and i about the mix up” Shiro said 

“ Or that you have a huge bow for long range attacks” Adam said 

“ Or the fact that you can turn into a hucking lizard monster.” pidge said 

“ Ok i get it i have a bad memory. I get it but still i dont trust this. Also pidge i do remember that i can turn into a ten foot tall hulk lizard i just don’t trust myself to be incontrol when i go into that form . Mainly do to the fact i haven’t turn fully into berserker state yet and there is no way to say for sure that i won’t kill you all if i full turn” Jay said 

“Well it’s good to hear that your concerned for us. But now i’m kinda scared for you to turn.”Lance said  

“ Ok i  don’t know what this berserker state is but Um can we talk about the out of place Jungle that is seemingly growing out of the listening outpost in the middle of the desert.”Ace said as she looked at the now overgrown outpost that was protected by a dome that covered the roof 

“ Alright everyone be ready for anything down there “ Shiro said as he started to Land the black lion near the entrance of the out post 

“ Ok quick question why how is this place hidden if it’s out in the open like this?” Pidge asked as she land the green lion 

“ it’s an abandoned colony who would  ever look here. But i guess someone came looking  ” Rolo said 

 “ Well let’s not dread on the past they knew what they were getting into when they join up with us “ Ace said 

A few minutes later the team entered the outpost and slowly moved through out the seemingly abandoned outpost. Everything in the outpost was covered in vine with buds growing on them that were weirdly pulsating

“ Ok Jay do you know why there pulsating ?” Hunk asked

“ My dad might but hell if i know” Jay walked away from the group to investigate the closet vine.” i may not be in the same league as my dad when it comes to things like this but if you gave me sometime i could probably figure this out” As Jay got closer to the vine Jay could hear the sound of a heartbeat coming from the vine.” Ok that is weird “ Jay reached and touched the vine it was weirdly warm and the heart beat started to get faster. Jay then removed his hand and the heart beat started to slow down  “ I’m not going to do that ever again.” Jay said as he stepped away slowly. 

“ Good to know now lets keep going “ Keith said 

The team continued to move. As they did the the vines begane to cover the floor as the bud were now about the size of people and the heart beat sound was now louder than before. 

“Thank god shay stayed behind with Allura and the others” Hunk said

“ Hey guys i know this should have been asked earlier but seeing as at the highest there would being about a hundred. lowest  being about  fifty people that were stationed here. I’m just curious where are the bodies?” Lance asked as he looked at one of the buds that was close to them.

“Your right lance where are the bodies?” Matt asked as the sound of things moving around in the distacts 

“ Ok that doesn’t sound good. We need to find  those survivors quick “ Hunk said as the motion sensor went off showing two dots moving towards them.

Everyone turned to face what was coming weapon drawn. they All waited for a few seconds to see what came and what they say was the two rebels that were from the second message.The two looked surprised to see them  and raised there hand up 

“ Please don’t shoot were not your enemies  “ the first rebel said 

“ Yeah we were the ones who called you here “ the second rebel said  

“ Ok we found the survivors now lets get ou” Lance was cut by the sound of an alarm and flashing red lights  going off followed by the sound of huge metal doors closing. Then the alarm and the Lights stopped 

“What was that ?“ Matt asked 

“ That was the sandstrom Alarm  were going to be stuck he for a bit.My names is Quill by the way and this guy next to me is Sky now before were found by that thing let's get inside of the safe house we set up just in case we were here for a while” Quill said 

Shiro noticed that both of this two’s armor had very obvious damage and blood splatter that would only occur if someone's throat was slit or had their head bashed. Shiro had seen and done many horrible things during his time as a gladiator which did help him see somethings that other wouldn’t notice. He was coming up with a plan to see who this two were. Only for ace to step forwards 

“ Who are you two and why do you to reek of the empire?” Ace asked with a growl in her voice 

“ I Don’t know what you mean by tha-”

“ Don’t lie i can tell that blood and armor isn’t your now i will ask again. Who are you?’ Ace asked as she raised her blaster.

Quinn and Skyver looked at each other then back to the paladins. Both notice that a root was snaking its way towards the silver paladin unseen by all twelve paladin in front of them.   

“ Well it looks like the gig is up” Skyver said

“ Yes it is. Well one of you already knows me . Hello Jay it got to meet Face to mask” Quinn said with a smile on his face 

Jay felt dumb that he couldn’t remember what Quinn sounded like.’ Well it’s good to finally put a face to a voice. How's your sister doing?” Jay asked genuinely concerned for his frenemies sibling 

“ She lives thank the goddess and it good to see that your friends made it out alive too. Good to know “Quienn said as he watched the root slowly wrapped around Jay’s ankle 

“ Stop stalling where is that thing “ Ace barked

“ You’ll meet him shortly” Skyver said 

“ Say hello to hi when you meet him Jay” Quinn said 

“Wait wh Shit “ Jay suddenly lose his balance and felt himself being lift into the air then was quickly slammed into the ground followed by being very quickly pulled away from his teammate 

“ Jay !?!?!?” everyone yelled as there friend was being dragged away.pidge was the closest to jay an quickly ran after him 

Everyone was about to Follow them but stopped in their tracks as the sound of the heart beats got louder and the bud that was near Lance started to shake violently 

“ We should  get out of here before All hell breaks loose “ Quinn whispered 

“  We should “ Skyver said as he heard the Sounds of water rushing nearby followed by the sounds of hyena like laughing. So he grabbed onto Quinn and took to the Sky before the paladin could notice

“ What the Hell is going on ?”Lance said as he leveled his Bayard to the bud he was standing next too.

“ I don’t know “Hunk said as the sound of laughter and screech's  could be heard coming towards them 

“ Where the hell did those two go“ Ace Yelled looking for Skyver and Quinn  

“ Forget about them and look around us” Rolo said as dozens of dog like creatures that looked like they were made up of the same vines and flowers  that covered the floor were walking toward them followed by Humanoid being that looked like shorter  version of the thing they all saw on the first message  

“ Everyone stay together.” Shiro said as he activated his arm. 

“ What about Jay and pidge ?” Matt asked worried about his sister 

“ Jay and pidge can handle themselves and if they get into trouble Jay can call val into help“ Shiro said 

“ Here they come” Nyma yelled as the crowd of enemies started running towards them. 

“ Fire at will” Ace said as she opened fire onto the crowd Followed by everyone else as keith and Shiro ran into the charging crowd. 

Elsewhere Jay was being dragged across the city streets. He was being slammed into walls every time he turned a corner. Until he grabbed onto his bayard and flipped onto his back and aimed for the vine that was wrapped around his foot. His first few shots missed. Then stopped aiming for the vine and aimed for his boot.But before he pulled the trigger he changed his foots size then fired bowing the boot apart along with the vine. Jay slide across the ground before stopping 

“Go to Phobos they said . It will be easy money they said . You’d be back in a few days they said. Fuck you Damien for telling me about this job.” Jay started removed his now destroyed boot followed by the his other boot then he put both in to his pack. Jay then got to his feet and looked around the area “ Where the hell am i.” Jay then heard the sound of claws clarting against the floor “ Jay turned to look towards what was running towards him. It was a dog like creature was running toward him it teeth were bared as it ran towards him. Jay pulled his revolor and Shoot the beasts front leg of causing the beast to tumbled forwards and stopped a few feet away from jay .the beast struggled to get back onto it’s  feet  . Jay felt bad for this thing as it struggled to get back up. jay then leveled his revolor again,closed his eyes  and fired again.

The sound of a body hit the floor. Jay open his eyes to see the beast on the ground dead. Jay quickly remove the shells and replaced them as he did the sound of something being  dragging across the ground “ Great what now “ Jay said as he again turned to look were the sound was coming from. to see two humanoid being walking towards him the bigger one had a huge piece of dedre while the other just had its sharp claws “ So are you here to kill me ?” Jay asked 

 The two stood there not taking before both of them charging forwards 

Jay was caught off  guard by how fast the the two were as he nearly dodged the big one’s debre club only to be kicked in the side by the smaller one which was follow by the big one clubbing Jay in the face knocking Jay backward. His view started to see the  red hue again.But he had to fight back the urge to let into his rage.  Jay quickly got back to his feet and dodge another swing of the big ones club and summoned his Bayard two his left hand and fired both guns into the big one . Both shoot tore through the big ones chest killing it instantly. Jay turn to face the smaller one as it tried to tackled him. But Jay sidestepped and avoid the tackle he quickly turned and pointed his bayard at the back of his attacker’s head and pulled the trigger . But the thing avoid the shoot and slapped the Bayard and the revolver  out of Jay’s hands followed by a punch to Jay’s gut . Jay was surprised by how quick it reacted to the shoot.  

Jay stumbled backward before a few feet as a Flurry of punches and Clawed swipes hit him . Jay’s anger started to build up again and this time he let the anger take control an as another punch came toward him. He grabbed the fist and pull his attacker in close and smash the thing in the face with his left hand followed by a right hook to the jaw that caused the thing to stumble backwards as this happened jay grabbed the Ax off his back and swung it and caught the thing in the neck and detached it’s head from it’s body. Jay watched as the thing’s body and head  hit the ground. Jay was breath heavily as his anger subsided. Jay noticed that his helmet’s visor was cracked. he pleased his ax back and he moved the helmet.

“ I really need to be move careful. I can’t afford to die right know” Jay said as he dropped his helmet and walked towards his Bayard and revolver . As he made his was there he heard the sound of something running towards him again. He turned to see  Pidge running towards him. A smile of relief came across his face but that quickly turned to a pain as he felt something punch through his gut . He watched as a look of terror came across pidge’s face .

“ I’m not going to lie you look not like I thought you would “ A raspy voice said behind jay. Jay looked down to see a thorn popping out of his stomach “ But what you are will make lady Haggar happy and see how you fight I wonder how she’ll make you better”  Jay felt the thorn being pulled out of him”  unless you die here “

Pidge was petrified as she watch her friend fall to the floor  as a pool of blood started to form where he lye. she didn’t  know what to do because fear had paralyzed her body as she watch a goliath of a man walked out of one of the nearby building 

“ Run Pidge run and tell the other to leave. “  Jay said as he struggled to get back up. But as he did a Val's  voice appeared in the back of his head 

“ What is wrong ?” she asked 

“ I’ve been impaled and. No You stay away from her! ”Jay yelled as he grabbed on to the foot of the new foe as he was walking toward

“ Such heroic nonsense.”   root rot turned and looked down towards jay and picked him up by the throat “ What will you do if I don’t stay away from her. Kill me hunt me down. Chase me to the ends of the universe. I’ve heard it all from thousands of different people from hundreds of different races and I kill or out live  them all. So tell boy what are you going to do them if I do this?” Root rot said with a twisted smile  as he raised his free hand an shootout a vine toward the now running pidge. The vine screamed throw the air and stabbing pidge right below the calf muscle of her right leg She let out a scream of pain as she to fell to the ground as the vine came out of her leg “ No running “

“ NOOOOO!!!!!”   Jay yelled as his rage burst forwards as he grabbed the ax off his back and slammed it in his foes face as his shin started to turn a dark red 

“ Ha HaHahHahahahahahaha. Did you thing that would work boy “   Root rot said as he remove it from his face and dropped it on the floor “ What was that suppo AAAAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH” Root rot screamed as his hand was cut off . He quickly regrow his hand  and looked toward the silver paladin. He noticed that the paladins left hand was glowing a bright purple he also notice how the paladin’s skin had changed color and the hole in his stomach was slowly closing as his body  ” What are you boy?” Root rot asked as excitement start to appear in his voice

Pidge was still on the ground holding her leg she was no long in pain do to her suits healing unit. but she was still bleeding. So she pulled out her Bayard. bite down on her gloved knuckle and began to cauterize the hole in her leg  . She screamed into her hand  as the hot plasma burned her skin. She slammed he fist in the ground. She continued  with her work only to stop when the sound of  bones popping and snapping out of place  joint . She turned to see her teammate start grow in size his skin turned a dark red .She watched as his arms and legs started to double in size as well as  elongating  along with his head which turned into a  gator’s his eye had a farrell look to them. The she heard the sound of ripping clothes and the cracking of metal as jay’s armor broke open to reveal small spikes that line the back of his spine and final a two ended tail ripped it’s self out of the black jump suit. Pidge remember that jay had changed once before back on the balmera but it looked nothing like this or what the file on berserkers had show . she guess this was what happened when he let the beast take control or maybe each berserker looked different in their berserk form and she was not going to stick around to find out if this form of her friend could tell the difference between friend or foe. She tried to get up only to fall back down when she tried to place weight on her right leg  

“Oh that’s not good “ She said to herself as she started to crawl away from the area 

“ Don’t go to far little one because when I'm done with this one your next” Root rot yelled . Then the vines that make up his body part to show of the handled of a blade that he quickly grabbed it and pulled out his hunting knife “ If only we were back on my home world you would have made a great tribute to the blighted one. “ Root said as he watched his prey slowly walk around him on all fours it’s teeth beard it’s tails swaying slowly and in a blink of an eye it was on top of him. Root unraveled his lower half and used it to tangle and stabbed shut the beast mouth to prevent it’ s teeth from ripping him apart only to have it’s claws rack across his body a few times . He laugh as he felt the pain shoot throw his body . he return the favor by burring his knife  deep in to his foe back.

The beast  let loss a roar of pain and began to rampage through out the intersection he had been dragged. Slamming his head into the streets light poles and abandon buildings when that  proved useless the beast charged forward and slammed through the nearest building and it kept charging through building after building leaving pidge by herself.

Pidge wanted to followed her friend but she couldn’t really walk and she decide to leave rover back on the castle so la-Sai could upgrade him. The she remembered that her Bayard had a grappling hook as she summoned his Bayard something caught her eye. IT was jay’s revolve it was just lying there on the floor she used her Bayard to drag it over to her. She quickly picked it up only to be caught off guard how heavy this thing was but it also made sense seeing how strong the bullets were. As she looked at the revolver in here hand. then she throw the grappling hook  toward the light post behind her and she pulled the trigger and slide across the street slowly down before hitting the light post she did the several more times before she nearly hit someone that turned the corner  

“ Woah watch here your throwing thing Pidge Pidge !?” lance yelled as he saw his teammate on the ground 

“ What happened to your leg”  Hunk asked as both boy ran to her side 

pidge was happy to see her two teammates “ i’ve been stabbed in the leg and i lost a lot of blood  “ pidge said as she slowly started to feel dizzy 

“ You were stabbed in the leg by who “ Lance asked as he pick up his teammate

“ By the guy who killed everyone so we should get as soon as possible “ she said as everything was coming in and out of focus 

“ Where’s jay?” Hunk asked now every more worried then before

“  fighting that thing in his berserk so i think he can handle it but we should tell the other about as they can help him just in case “ pidge said before passing out from the blood lost   

“ We need to get her back to the castle now “lance said as he started running back to the rest of the group

“ What about Jay ?” Hunk asked as he followed lances  

“ He is a literal tank with a healing factor  he can handle himself “ Lance said   

Elsewhere

the beast had ran aimlessly through building hoping to dislodge. As his foe bombarded him with gas that melted his armor and skin and a knife stabbed in his back over and over again. But he pushed through the pain for the other that their other half cared for. For the ones he was charged with protecting. as he changed he could smell gasoline or something similar and changed direction towards it . 

 “Hey boy where do you think your going  “ Root said as he grabbed his hunting knife again and dragged the knife Across his preys back then he unleashed as tornten of corrosive gas into the wound and listened to his prey scream  in pain. It brought him unending joy to hear this. But that stopped as he was slammed into something metal and the smell of gasoline perforated the area.He felt fear running through his body for the first time in a long time . he quickly unraveled himself his vines and pulled out his knife and stabbed this prey in the eye causing his target to stumble backward .The beast roared out in pain the charged straight toward his foe. Root quickly side step and swung his blade cutting off one of the two tail.That was counter by The beast’s back leg kicking him in the back “What are you boy one minute your mindless the next you think you can outsmart me not going to lie i’m impressed i never thought i would fight something like you “ Root watched has the tail he cut off started to regrow along with every wound that he had inflected on to his prey back. then the beast turned around to face him and pointed it’s left hand towards something behind him.

Root looked behind him to see what was behind him only to head butted into a building and the smell of gas got stronger then he was pinned down by the beast then it’s claws ripped him apart. He watched as his limbs were being torn off him then the beast stepped back a few second  and opened his maw about to eat bite of his head   . “ Ok  you earned this one boy but no i’m not dying here to day also ” Root said as a bud appears on his chest and release gas into the beast mouth. The beast started to cough violently do to the fact that his lungs were on fire. Root watched as the beast started to shrink in size and returned to it normal human form he watch as the beast now boy was on the ground blooded beaten and struggle to breathe . Root laughed  at this as his body slowly started to regrow itself” But i’m sorry but you need to die. But if it make you feel any better it will be quick and painless or less pain then the last few minutes” Root got up and cleaned of his blade as he walked towards his prey “ To be honest you weren’t the strongest berzerk i fought but your young so you don’t have the exprain like the others “ Root got closer to his prey and grabbed him by the face to see the fear in his eyes only to see rage and spite and that the right eye was fully healed .He smiled seeing this  “ Good you die like a man then” Root Then raised the knife then lowered it after seeing the marks on the boys face then a smile came on his face.then it disappeared when his teammates appeared “ What do you want 

“Lady haggar’s has new orders for us” Skyver said 

“What are they “ Root rot growled 

“We are to return to base now” Quinn said as he look at the beat face of his rival as

“ What about the boy can i kill him”

“ No She wants him alive but she doesn’t want him to be captured for some reason” Skyver said 

“It’s because they can’t have Voltron go on a rampage to get him back “ Quinn said 

Root rot growled loudly before looking down “ Got news boy you get to live another day . “ Root rot said

“ I {cough} Haerd {Cough} You{cough} Ass{ cough}” Jay said throw coughs

“ What did you do to him?” Skyver asked.

“ i starved his body of oxygen so he could no longer hold his monstrous form. “ root rot said as he started to walk away followed by his teammates 

Jay lied there barely breathing his body fatigued from changing covered in his own blood and was wearing melted armor as the smell of gas slowly caused him to fall asleep.  His last thought before he passed out was am i going to die here and as he passed out he heard the sound of metal bending and the sound of wind whipping wildly out side then he passed out 

Val had ripped through the metal wall off the listening outpost them moment she felt her pilots heartbeat started to fade. She flow over the city and found her pilot lying there not moving. She knew that he was alive and she very carefully picked her pilot back carefully with her wing and slowly slide her pilot into the cockpit through the hatch on the top of her head. She then turned back to the hole she created. She could hear her pilots breath 

“ It alright my pilot everything will be alright “ Val said as she flow towards the castle of lions.      

[probably-not-star-lord]

Guardians of the Galaxy: Part 11 (Peter Quill x Reader)

Part 1 Part 2 Part 3 Part 4 Part 5 Part 6 Part 7 Part 8 Part 9 Part 10

A/N: Hey sorry it took me a little while to get this part done but here it is. Honestly, it kinda sucks just cause it’s a bunch of fighting and not enough flirting with Peter. There is one final part after this and then I am going to be writing one for Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 2 which should come out shortly! Hope y’all enjoy!

Warnings: swearing, mild violence

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As you emerge from Peter's quarters, you can't help but feel a pair of judgemental eyes watching you. Turning around you face Rocket who is leaning against the doorway with a satisfied grin. He notices you wearing Peter's large shirt that hangs down to your thighs and a pair of Peter's boxers peeking out from underneath. You suddenly become aware of how suspicious you look, slowly shutting Peter's door wearing his clothes as the raccoon stares you down.

"Rocket," you acknowledge nervously, hoping he doesn't notice the waver in your voice.

"Y/N," he responds smugly. "Nice pajamas."

"Shut up, furball."

Rocket snickers. "Hey, no need to get defensive. I figured it was only a matter of time before I caught you leaving Quill's room in the morning."

Intrigued, you raise an eyebrow. "And what is that supposed to mean?"

"Come on, Y/N," Rocket states casually as if you already know what he is going to say. "You and Quill have been dying to jump each other's bones the moment you first met."

"That's ridiculous," you defend, looking away from Rocket.

"Keep telling yourself that," he responds, turning around with a grumble. He begins to saunter away from you, mumbling under his breath. "You Terrans are so fucking oblivious."

As everyone slowly starts to wake up, you all meet up in the common area of Yondu's ship. Yondu and the Ravagers offer up some Ravager garb for the group, that way you will all look like a team. You all take the offer and go off to change. Everyone's outfits are able to accommodate their individual needs during the battle. Peter wears his usual Ravager clothing that has holsters for his guns and spots for his rocket launchers on his boots, paired with his iconic leather jacket of course. Drax ditches the shirt and only wears the red pants and boots that allow him to store his swords inside. Rocket dresses in what would be an average outfit for himself: a vest and pants that have strategic places for all of his insane weapons. Gamora puts on a Ravager outfit that also contains a spot for her sword and weapons. Obviously, Groot wears nothing because he never does.

Lastly, you step into the bathroom and are thankful to change out of your dirty clothes from Morag. You were reluctant to change back into them this morning, but after your discussion with Rocket, you figured it would have been a terrible idea to leave Peter's room wearing his underwear. The new Ravager outfit they give you looks identical to Gamora's, but it has space for guns instead of swords. Checking yourself out in the mirror, you zip up the red jacket that looks incredibly good on you. It's not too revealing but it's not too modest either. You like the way the tight pants grip your curves and how the boots make your legs look amazing. Automatically, you strap your walkman to your belt and are very happy with your final appearance.

You step outside the bathroom door where you find Peter leaning up against the wall. Upon hearing the door open, his head shoots up and he stares right at you. His eyes travel down your body, exploring every inch of it in your new outfit. Holding back a snicker, you smirk at him. "Guess I look pretty good then, huh?"

"You look so fucking hot..." Peter mumbles to himself, face distraught. He hears you laugh at him so he coughs and makes his voice deeper. "I mean...yeah you look pretty good."

"Thanks," you say, turning on your heel to head down the hallway. "You look hot as well, Peter." You can feel him grin at you as he stays close on your trail, following your every step. He wouldn't dare walk in front of you, because then he couldn't get the nice view he has from behind you.

In the common area, you all agree to go through the plan one more time as you approach Xandar. Rocket steps in front of the group. "There's one more thing we need to complete the plan," he announces, everyone looking at him. "That guy's eye!" He points to a Ravager with a mechanical eye and you chuckle thinking back to when Rocket made Peter retrieve a prisoner's prosthetic leg.

"No!" Peter shouts. "No, we don't. No, we don't need that guy's eye."

"No, seriously, I need it! It's important to me." Rocket laughs to himself. Thankfully, no one lets him try and take the man's eye, although it would be kind of funny.

"We do not need that dude's eye," you giggle, nudging Rocket.

After going over everything one more time, Peter goes off to send a message to the Nova Corp officers that arrested you guys a few days ago while Rocket gets his weapons ready. You look over your guns and practice aiming them while Drax and Gamora train with their swords.

"Ronan's fleet has been spotted and will arrive in T-minus fifteen minutes," a voice on the ship's speakers recites.

You sit down on a bench in the common area of Yondu's ship. You take a deep breath, breathing in and out slowly. What if you die today? It's a very big possibility and honestly, it scares you, no matter how tough you try to come across to others. Peter speaks briefly with Yondu and then takes a seat next to you.

"Hey," he mutters, nudging you with his shoulder. "You nervous?"

"Yeah."

"Well, don't be. I really think we got this under control. We can take down Ronan."

You sigh. "But what if we can't, Peter? We all said we might die out there today and we were all fine with it. What if that actually happens?"

"You think I'm gonna let you die without kissin' you again?" Peter jokes, causing you to chuckle. He slings his arm around you and pulls you into him. He smells like vanilla and leather and you want to savor the warmth of his comforting embrace. "In all seriousness, Y/N, I'm gonna try my best to make sure nothing happens to you...or anyone."

"Okay..." you smile up at him. "We can do this."

"Hell yeah, we can! Plus, I totally got somethin' that will cheer you up." He gets up from the seat and removes the tape from his walkman. He pops it into the player and "Cherry Bomb" by the Runaways echoes throughout the ship. Peter immediately starts dancing to the music like an absolute dork. He was right, that definitely cheers you up.

He pulls you along with him as the rest of the gang lines up to walk toward your ships as the beat plays in the background. First, it's just you and Peter, then Gamora walks alongside you, then Drax, then Groot, and then Rocket. You felt like superheroes walking in slow-motion to save the day. That's a pretty new and exciting feeling.

"Don't fuck up out there, humie." Rocket looks up at you with a sly grin. "I'm counting on you."

"Yeah, right," you snicker. "You're just saying that cause you're worried I might die out there and you'd miss me too much."

"Maybe," the raccoon discloses. "But don't get all high and mighty about it." He begins to walk away toward the flight deck.

"Hey, Rocket!" You call out to him. "You don't fuck up out there either, okay?"

"Me? I wouldn't dream of it."

"Let's go get em, boys!" Yondu hollers from the pilot's seat. He opens the gate below the ship and several smaller ships emerge. Rocket is in another craft while you, Peter, Gamora, Drax, and Groot head out in the Milano. Peter steers the ship and he has that cute, giddy grin he gets whenever he is piloting.

"This is a terrible plan," Gamora complains.

"Hey," Peter retorts. "You're the one who said you wanted to die among friends and family."

As Ronan's ship, the Dark Aster, enters, all of the ravager ships block his path. On Yondu's command, you all begin firing at it. The ship manages to deflect most of the shots and gets ready to shoot at you and the ravagers, so Rocket and a few other crafts head to the starboard side, trying to knock it down. The Dark Aster releases the tiny ships with Ronan's henchmen in them so they can shoot at the ravagers.

"Quill! Yondu! Now!" Rocket calls. Peter steers through the madness of the battle with Yondu beside your ship. As you get closer to approaching Ronan's ship, Yondu gets taken down.

"Hell!" he screams. "I'm going down, Quill. No more games with me, boy! I'll see you at the end of this." With that, his ship goes down to the surface of Xandar. Peter just groans at his statement and continues to get to Ronan's ship. It grows more and more difficult to dodge the shots, and after you're hit by one it feels impossible.

"There are too many of them, Rocket! We‟ll never make it up there!" Gamora yells.

Suddenly, a fleet of ships enters and begins assisting you in taking down Ronan's smaller crafts. It's the Nova army! To your surprise, they're here to help you.

"Peter Quill," a voice calls from one of the Nova ships. "This is Denarian Saal of the Nova Corp. For the record, I advised against trusting you here."

Peter's face lights up. "They got my dick message!" he exclaims. You laugh while the rest of the crew seems to raise their eyebrows at him.

"Prove me wrong," Saal states.

Now with the help of the Nova Corp, you're able to pick up the pace and blast through the Dark Aster. It is very hard to come to a stop as the Milano scrapes against the floor while several henchmen shoot at you. All the while, Drax is cracking up in the back seat. Peter manages to stop the ship successfully while Ronan's goons scurry.

"Yes!" Drax shouts in excitement. "Yes!" He continues to laugh hysterically.

"We are just like Kevin Bacon!" Gamora points out. You and Peter share a look, appreciating her enthusiasm for a Footloose reference.

"Definitely," you answer your sister, causing her smile to shine brighter.

You leave the Milano, taking some useful weapons with you, and step out into the foggy interior of the ship. The area is completely dark and obviously, the fog only makes things worse. "I can barely see," Drax says what everyone is thinking. Groot extends his hand, and when he opens it, a bunch of fireflies flutter out. You stare at them in awe. Not only are they beautiful to look at, but they illuminate the ship, allowing all of you to see clearly. "When did you learn to do that?" Drax asks.

"Pretty sure the answer is 'I am Groot'" Peter huffs.

"The flight deck is three hundred meters away," Gamora informs. The group nods and resumes walking in the right direction.

"I want you all to know that I am grateful to your acceptance after my blunders. It is pleasing to once again have...friends," Drax conveys. "You, Quill, are my friend."

"Thanks," he replies.

"Y/N is my friend."

"Right back at ya."

"This dumb tree, he is my friend," Drax says. Groot hums in acknowledgment. "And this green whore, she to-"

"Oh, you must stop!" Gamora snaps.

All of a sudden, Nebula drops before you. "Gamora, Y/N, look at what you have done!" she states. "You two have always been weak. You're stupid, traitorous..."

Drax shoots her with his gun and she falls into the broken debris of the ship. "Nobody talks to my friends like that." You and Gamora send him smiles of gratitude.

"Head to the flight deck," Gamora says. "I'll shut down the power to the security doors."

As you jog toward the flight deck, Korath and his men stop you. "Star-Lord," he states.

The corners of Peter's lips creep up into a goofy grin. "Finally!" He is truly the biggest dork ever, but a cute dork nonetheless. The two of them engage in a fight while the rest of you quickly take down his henchmen. Drax cuts them with his swords while you fire at them with your guns. Groot gets rid of them in his own ways, punching and extending his roots and such. Korath throws Peter up against a wall and he seems as though he is unable to get up.

Your eyes widen as you stare at Peter almost nearing defeat. The men you're fighting off almost notice your distraction and the way you easily let your guard down, yet you punch or shoot them one by one. As you continue firing shots and fighting the henchmen, your mind wanders to Peter as you attempt to make your way over to him.

Luckily, Drax goes to his defense and begins attacking Korath. Korath shoves him down against the floor. "You will never make it to Ronan."

Peter gets back up and you fight side by side to take down the henchmen. He uses his rocket launchers to slide across the ground and shoot at any of the henchmen in the way. Drax continues to fight Korath, punching him until he has him pushed up against the wall.

"Finger to the throat means death." He slams his head and Korath shakes until he falls to the floor, dead. You and Peter stare at Drax. "Metaphor," he declares.

Peter shrugs. "Yeah, sort of." He turns to see a ton more men run toward you. "Oh no," he mutters. But, Groot grows his hand and takes every single one of them down, screaming in rage during the process. He turns to look back at the three of you and simpers sheepishly. You move forward.

You feel the ship move downward as it pulsates through the blockade the Nova Corp army created. Ronan has started heading toward the city and you are losing the battle.

"Quill, you gotta hurry," Rocket says through the earpiece in Peter's mask. "The city's been evacuated, but we're getting our asses kicked down here."

"Gamora hasn't opened the door!" Peter responds, slamming his fists on the closed door you need to get through. You wait for a few brief seconds until it finally opens. You duck into the flight deck, where Gamora enters on the opposite side. You kill all of the henchmen blocking your path to Ronan so you can all stand behind him, ready to defeat him once and for all. Peter gets the hadron enforcer warmed up and takes the shot. It hits Ronan, exploding him into a blue cloud of dust. Peter deactivates his mask and smiles brightly.

"You did it!" Drax cheers.

However, your beaming grins soon change into frowns as you see Ronan stand up. You and Peter share a look of fright, he wasn't able to kill Ronan. He can't protect you now. Ronan gets up and faces all of you. He lifts his hammer that contains the Infinity Stone and turns it, causing you to fly back. Drax collects himself instantly and sprints toward Ronan, who puts him in a chokehold once he gets near him. He struggles to breathe and his feet dangle, kicking as he fights against his grip.

"I was mistaken," Ronan's loud voice booms. "I do remember your family. Their screams were pitiful. I-" he is cut off by Rocket's ship entering and slamming into him. This causes the whole quadrant to go up in flames and you know the entire ship is about to explode.

Peter retrieves Rocket from the ship and brings him toward Groot while you and Gamora drag Drax over. Pieces of the ship crumble around you and you feel it going down. Groot looks around amongst all of you and then grows every branch on his body to cover you in his protection of strong sticks. He uses the branches to strap you down and keep you secure. You reach out and grab Peter's hand. He intertwines his fingers with yours and sends you a meaningful look. You stare into his magnificent, green eyes as you prepare for your descent into the ground on Xandar.

"No, Groot. You can't, you'll die," Rocket says to him. "Why are you doing this? Why?" He starts to tear up as he watches his best friend try his best to save you.

He uses a small, curved twig to rub against Rocket's face. "We...are...Groot," he delivers. You all understand and appreciate that he is risking his life to save his friends. You mean something to him, and him to the rest of you.

As you draw closer to the ground, you close your eyes and brace for impact. Ronan's ship slams into the hard surface and explodes, destroying Groot and throwing the rest of you around. You feel the gravel beneath you and sit up. Peter's speaker from the Milano must have been tossed in the process because it begins playing once it hits the ground. The song "Ooh Child" by the Five Stairsteps plays through the sounds of explosions and ship pieces crumbling.

You all have various injuries as you hassle to get up, groaning as your feet touch the dirt. Rocket collects some remaining sticks from Groot and cries quietly to himself. Ronan evacuates the ship, his Infinity Stone hammer in hand.

"You killed Groot!" Rocket screams as he runs toward Ronan. He waves the hammer slightly, sending Rocket away into the dust and knocking him out.

"Behold!" Ronan announces. "Your Guardians of the Galaxy. What fruit have they wrought? Only that my father and his father shall finally know vengeance. People of Xandar, the time has come to rejoice and renounce your paltry gods! Your salvation is at hand." During his speech, you notice Rocket regain consciousness and work on a weapon. Drax assists him and you turn to Peter. He meets your gaze and knows he must do something to save you.

Just as Ronan raises his hammer to slam down and wipe out Xandar, Peter stands up and sings along to the song.

"Ooh child, things are gonna get easier,

Ooh child things will get brighter,"

"Listen to these words," he commands, pointing a finger at Ronan.

"Ooh child, things are gonna get easier,

Ooh child things will get brighter,"

"Now bring it down hard!" He dances while he sings along and the entire crew watches him and confusion. You just stand there and smile, knowing exactly what he is doing.

"Someday we'll put it together and we'll get it undone,"

"What are you doing?" Ronan questions.

Peter pumps his hips in the air as he gets more into it. "Dance-off bro! Me and you." Everyone stares at him while he continues to dance. He extends a hand to you. "Y/N..." You shake your head, simply due to your fear of Ronan. In any other circumstance, you would've gladly danced with him. "Subtle," he says. "Take it back."

Ronan fumes with anger at Peter's ridiculousness. "What are you doing?" he spits.

"I'm distractin' you, you big turd blossom."

Ronan turns to his other side where he finds Rocket and Drax holding up the Hadron Enforcer. They fire it at him, shattering the hammer and letting the Infinity Stone break loose. Peter lunges for it and so does Ronan. As Peter's hand closes around it, you wince. "No!" you cry.

He has it in his possession now, and you know it will kill him slowly. He falls to the ground and screams in pain, a dark cloud of purple surrounding all of you. The air inside the purple cloud is thick and hard to see in. Peter stands up and you struggle to make your way to him.

"Peter!" you wail. "Take my hand." You reach for him and he just stares at you blankly but you can see that he is certainly hurting everywhere. "Take my hand!" you repeat. Peter moves his hand toward yours and takes it, his big hand enveloping yours. You suddenly feel everything he is feeling and you can't help but scream too. Gamora climbs up next to you and takes your other hand. She also screams once she feels the pain. Drax pats Peter's shoulder and Rocket grasps Drax's his finger. Then you're all standing there screaming as you feel the agony of the Infinity Stone flow through you.

All connected, you become silent, standing there with straight faces looking right into Ronan. He stares at Peter in disbelief. "You're mortal! How?"

"You said it yourself, bitch," Peter states. "We're the Guardians of the Galaxy." he thrusts the Infinity Stone forward and it destroys Ronan in seconds, killing him at last. Gamora takes one of the devices from her side and apprehends the Infinity Stone with it. The purple cloud disappears and everyone is released of the irritation from touching the Stone. Peter faces you, his hair a mess and matted down with dirt and his face covered in cuts and bruises. You peer into each other's eyes as you find proper air to breathe, chests rising and falling forcefully. The two of you take steps closer to one another until there is almost no space left between you and him. He looks down at your lips and then back into your eyes. You desperately want him to grab you and kiss you passionately, but a familiar voice interrupts.

"Well, well, well, quite the light show," Yondu yelps, striding towards you. "Ain't this sweet, but you got some business to attend to before all the nookie-nookie starts.

"Peter, you can't give it to him," you utter.

"You gotta reconsider this, Yondu. I don't know who you're sellin' this to, but the only way the universe can survive is if you give it to the Nova Corp."

"I may be as pretty as an angel, but I sure as hell ain't one." He adjusts his jacket so his arrow is aimed at Peter, threatening him if he doesn't cooperate. "Hand it over, son."

Peter reluctantly passes it to him. "Yondu, do not open that orb. You know that, right? You've seen what it does to people." Yondu just nods in response and then saunters off with the rest of the ravagers to their ships. You sigh, knowing Peter had to give it to him even if it was unsafe. "He is gonna be so pissed when he realizes I switched out the orb on him."

"Clever," you respond with a faint grin. "But he's gonna kill you when he finds out, Peter."

"I know, but he was about the only family I had."

Gamora put a hand on Peter's shoulder and smiles warmly up at him. "No, he wasn't," she says. The rest of Guardians face one another with beaming grins.

Peter looks away from the team and turns to face you, looking at him with eyes of admiration. You admire his handsome face even if he looks a bit disheveled. He shoots you a kind smile and leans in to put his hands on your waist.

"Now how about that kiss?"

Part Twelve: Here

[thorkizilla]

I am endlessly laughing how much the Russos missed their mark. No one believe Loki's really dead, everyone blames quill that they have to jump on his defense, failed to see that nah we're not gonna feel sorry about purple raisin, everyone is defending Thor, and just about everyone is picking them apart by not using strange' portal to cut Thanos' arm off.

What annoys me so much in IW is the fact that THERE WAS NOTHING formidable about Thanos before the stones. Sure he’s a titan but he looked easy enough to FUCKING DEFEAT. It just shows because they had to hand wavy because plot reasons had HEIMDALL, HULK and Thor be defeated just like that.

I’ve been thinking about this and I’M GONNA HAVE SOME OPINIONS. XD I’m definitely on the side of, “Look, Russos, I know you think Thanos’ logic is great and all that, but it’s really not and the most basic response any of them could have had–setting aside the ‘doubling the resources’ argument–is that people aren’t starving because there’s not enough resources.  We have more than enough, but people still go hungry, because the systems set up are designed to fuck them over.  You can kill half the people and it’s not going to magically make the leftover half suddenly more willing to share.  It’s just going to make things WORSE because now everyone is traumatized and even more fearful.”I believe Thanos believes his motivation, but I'm not sure I believe the Avengers who talked to him face to face wouldn’t know how to have a response to it.  (I guess maybe I could believe that they could see it was pointless and are just So Tired that they’re like, you know what, fuck it.)  And I can handwave a lot of stuff, like:Thanos was REALLY TOUGH, he kicked the Hulk’s ass with just the one (two?) gem and it didn’t really seem like the Infinity Stones gave him stat boosts, did they?  Just that they were really powerful weapons that needed a powerful person to wield them.The “All that for a drop of blood.” moment pointed out pretty well that Thanos was next to impossible to beat, even when they were giving it their all, I can believe that a portal might have just tickled Thanos, not actually cut his arm off, it might not have cut through his skin.  Even Thor, as much as I go HELL YEAH about that fight of theirs on Wakanda, got his ass kicked by Thanos the first time around and needed a god-level weapon (the strongest on Asgard, even stronger than Gungnir) to do it.  Yes, Thor’s physical strength is god level, but the whole point was that no other weapon would do, he needed one forged on Nidavellir because they were special ones.  That’s (part of) why Thanos killed almost all of the Dwarves, because those weapons could have stood in his way, they were that much of a game changer.As much as it does kinda feel like plot armor that Thanos could beat the Hulk, it was also pretty consistently shown that he was physically much more powerful than anyone else we’d seen before.I don’t think he’s necessarily a compelling villain as a character (and I do think IW really missed the mark there) because I care zero amount about exploring his backstory or his mindset, but as a story element that drew everything together, across this really massive series of movies from so many different writers and directors and actors?  That I thought was done solidly well.  I felt like they made an engaging movie to watch and maybe I have to reach a little make the logic of it work, but most of it, I can get there for.I get that a lot of people really hated it and I’m not trying to say any of them are wrong, because what works for one person isn’t going to work for the next and then vice versa!  But I also get that, to a degree, they have to say that the deaths are “real” because otherwise it’s just going to be a PR disaster, even if we all know they’re not leaving Peter Parker and T’Challa dead.  They can say that we can “blame” Thor, but I don’t think that narrative is anywhere in the actual movie, it’s pretty clear that Thor was well-treated by IW, his losses were respected and given gravitas.  Same for Quill’s reaction when he finds out about Gamora, it’s a complicated moment, but I don’t feel like the film was trying to punish him for it, but instead show a conflicted moment.I realize I’m bending over backwards a little to like the movie, but I find it more fun to enjoy something than to be upset about it.  Sometimes we don’t get a choice about how much we hate something or how stupid we find it or how infuriating it is for us!  But I’m in a place where I can be a little more zen about it and so I can see that a lot of this stuff works for me, with just a little reaching and, honestly, for a summer popcorn blockbuster movie, I don’t expect anything else.  XD

[taaroko]

Post-IW MCU Rewatch: Captain America: Civil War

Time for a bunch of in-fighting!

Was there any significance to those code words?

Howard and Maria. :(

Freaking Runlow.

I read something about how they’re all being very bad at undercover, sitting around in sunglasses and hats. They’re being like actors undercover from paparazzi, not low-profile spies. Whoops.

Runlow’s team is kinda lucky the rubble from that crash didn’t block their entrance.

This is some top notch fighting from both Cap and Sam. Sam’s wings are super versatile.

Whee, Steve getting a telekinetic boost from Wanda!

Ohh, it’s Nat who used the motorcycle as a projectile in this one. Okay. I thought it happened at least twice.

Heeeey Cap’s shield is half covered in soot. Symbolism.

FREAKING RUNLOW.

That blast was either going to kill everyone in the square or the people in that building. If it had been the former, it wouldn’t have been a big international crisis.

Aged-down Tony is easily the best of that kind of special effect we’ve ever seen. *suppresses memories of CG Leia*

I think that seminar was the first we've seen of the "philanthropist" part of billionaire genius playboy philanthropist. (Donating a collection of modern art to the Boy Scouts is too weird to count.)

Hi Dean Pelton.

Awkward actress recycling! But it was worth it. She’s so good as Mariah.

Vision’s social graces are so funny.

Uggggggh General Ross. Who is now Secretary of State.

Man that footage would’ve made Bruce so sad.

“For the last four years, you’ve operated with unlimited power and no supervision.” Wait does that mean it’s been four years since Winter Soldier? This timeline is a freaking mess.

I know where Thor and Banner are!

Okay, Zimo talks about painstakingly decrypting the Hydra files Nat leaked on the internet, but did he start doing that before Ultron or after? How long has it been since Ultron?

Tony’s face.

What makes this movie so good is that both Tony and Steve have very good points and multiple movies of backstory that brought them to those positions. The Tony of IM1 would’ve been anti-Accords, and the Steve from the ‘40s would’ve been pro-Accords, but here they are now. And the Accords were very inevitable after Ultron.

Noooo Peggy.

Headcanon: the non-Steve pall-bearers were Peggy’s son and grandsons.

“Plant yourself like a tree, look them in the eye, and say ‘No. You move.’”

I love that Nat’s priority is sticking together as a team, but she does get Steve’s position. (I mean obviously; she defects to his team halfway through.) Steve’s friendships with Nat and Sam are so wonderful.

Hey T’Challa!

Does the actor who plays T’Chaka have a glass eye? *internet research* Holy crap, he does. This is from John Kani’s IMDB page: Kani lost his left eye during a beating by South African police after returning home from a Broadway production of "Sizwe Banzi Is Dead", which was critical of Apartheid. He survived after being left for dead and subsequently won a 1975 Tony Award for his performance.

They did a really good job introducing T’Challa, and his arc in this movie is excellent.

Dangit Steve and Sharon would’ve kissed if Sam hadn’t interrupted.

More hats and sunglasses. You guys look real suspicious wearing hats and sunglasses INDOORS, especially when you start passing files around.

Man, Bucky just wants to buy some plums. Also, so cool that Seb got to go home to Romania and speak his native language for this bit.

Isn’t it easier to shoot out the lock than all three sets of hinges?

Bucky just came here to buy some plums and honestly he’s feeling so attacked right now.

So much multi-storey falling! I know these guys are all tougher than normal people but it’s still very stressful to watch!

These movies are always doing ridiculously cool things with motorcycles.

Rhodey makes a pretty good enforcer.

Vis and Wanda are adorable. But the conversation about the Mind Stone is really painful now.

The heck?! Tony thinks Wanda is unstable enough to cause another “incident” just by going to the store? Do Tony and Wanda still dislike each other or something? I guess they never reconciled over the whole thing where his tech killed her parents and she used her powers against him.

A fancy pen is not a convincing argument, Tony.

Steve was so ready to be thrilled for Tony if he and Pepper were gonna have a baby!

Tony just called Wanda a weapon of mass destruction. Either he’s playing devil’s advocate or he’s being really unsympathetic right now.

Bucky! Plug your ears and go LALALALALA!

I like how every time someone does the sleeper activation codes, he walks around Bucky in a circle. Is that part of it or just a cool filming thing?

Aaaaargh that elevator shaft fall.

Tony’s face when Bucky fires his gun into his glove.

Nat’s signature move is useless against Bucky.

RECOGNIZE YOU FROM WHEN?! The mission he foiled, or something else? I must know. Please answer this question, Black Widow movie.

Okay. The helicopter thing. It does not make sense. It should’ve just lifted Steve right off the ground. It is capable of carrying several passengers. One dude hanging onto it when there’s only a single occupant would not weigh it down. The part where he holds onto the railing and keeps it from flying away does work, though.

Heeeeey the scene with Bucky’s arm in the clamp is the exact midpoint of the movie. I don’t know why I find that interesting, but suddenly I very much want to analyze the significance of these moments. This one is a major turning point. The revelation of other Winter Soldiers. Team Cap now has an urgent mission.

Tony has an arc reactor scar!

HI PETER! *hug attacks him*

I love every single second of Peter’s intro scene.

“It’s a long story. I was—” “Lordy! Can you even see in these!” Bahaha, Tony cut off even a conversation of origin story.

Okay, the moment Tony leaned forward while Peter was talking obliquely about great power and responsibility. That was when he became emotionally invested in this kid. They’re both motivated by a sense of guilt and obligation.

Wanda and Clint’s methods for getting past Vision makes their team lose a bit of high ground.

Steve and Sharon’s kiss could’ve been handled less like an afterthought, but the reason I’m still cool with it is Sam and Bucky’s reactions.

How’d these three big dudes end up in a little VW Beetle anyway?

Hahaha, each team has a fanboy on it. Scott on Team Cap and Peter on Team Iron Man.

“Thinks for thanking of me!”

Yessss. Airport fight.

Um, why did Tony not even pause when Cap mentioned the other five Winter Soldiers?

Oh Peter I love you so much. And I love that Tom has this rivalry with Anthony and Seb in all the behind the scenes stuff.

“He also said I should go for your legs.” Man this is almost a vine reference.

Scott in Tony’s suit is hilarious.

Scott’s reaction to becoming Giant-Man is probably the single greatest two seconds in the movie.

Man, Clint just wants to make new friends, but T’Challa isn’t interested in this Avenger nonsense.

More tasing!

100%, Peter is trolling these geezers by pretending he’s not a gigantic Star Wars nerd.

It took me several watches to realize that when Scott says “Does anyone have any orange slices,” he’s making a reference to little league sports, and how the moms bring orange slices for after the games.

Tony went to check on Peter even though they hadn’t caught Steve and Bucky yet!

Rhodey’s fall is horrific. And the way they frame it so that you only see the ground when he hits it. Agonizing.

Part of me thinks Rhodey should’ve died right there, but there is rather a lot of precedent for falls not being fatal if you’re in an Iron Man suit. And if he’d died, I don’t think they ever would’ve been able to get past this split. Getting kinda paralyzed is an acceptable compromise.

“Are you incapable of letting go of your ego for one goddamn second?” Okay that is a really interesting line. Tony is being pretty egotistical about the concept of surrendering accountability to the UN. He has been rather bad at considering alternatives. Admittedly, he’s on the clock, and then worse people will go after his friends, but he’s allowing for zero nuance here. He knows these people. He knows they don’t do things without good reasons. Steve was right that you can’t let accidents stop you from doing the right thing. Tony is letting it cripple him.

Tony is practically on Team Cap at this point, with the secretly flying after him and all.

Hahaha, Nat has a labeled gun rack. And Bucky is using her guns!

I’m freaking pissed at the trailer for this movie. It would have been a very good twist that instead of going to Siberia to fight five more Winter Soldiers, they were walking into a trap where the in-fighting was about to become far more personal. But I didn’t get to experience that twist, because the trailer includes shots of Tony fighting Bucky and Steve in this location. That trailer made me stop watching trailers entirely for over a year. I do think trailers can be good so you know at least the type of movie you’re about to see, but they should not give away stuff like this. I think Marvel has gotten better at that since then.

Okay, so it’s been over a year since Ultron.

Green is not a flaw in blue eyes, jerk. It’s cool.

Surveillance cameras don’t usually have sound. But oh boy this is devastating.

This moment. Tony coming apart and attacking Bucky. This is exactly the same thing that Peter Quill does to Thanos. This is the reason Tony figures out what Peter’s about to do before he does it and tries to get him to stop and think. But he knows pretty well that there’s no stopping and thinking in a situation like this.

Zimo is a lot like Frank Castle, except that his family died as accidental collateral damage, not a targeted setup.

“The living are not done with you yet.” Such a great line.

“I could do this all day.” Tony has taken the role of the bully from the first one now.

I think for a second, Tony was legit afraid Steve was going to kill him. But Steve was never the one driven to that point. This still does not count as Steve having a dark side.

Okay, Steve dropping the shield was pretty much a concession. You don’t want me using the shield your dad made if my best friend killed him? Fair enough.

TONY STANK.

Tony trolling Secretary Ross will never stop being funny.

Okay, on the whole, while I sympathize more with Cap, I think I’m actually on Team Iron Man when it comes to the Accords. The Accords are an overcorrection of long-running problem. There should have been oversight this entire time, and I think the idea is that SHIELD was that oversight until Winter Soldier. Steve didn’t want to be the dupe of a corrupt system again, so he no longer tolerated oversight, but that really can’t be his call. How transparent are the Avengers being about their missions? He doesn’t run around saving people from street thugs, he does military-style operations all around the world. That’s not the kind of thing anyone should be able to make unilateral decisions about. He’s doing what Tony used to do in his solo films. But now that the PR has gotten bad enough and the novelty of superheroes has worn off, suddenly everyone realizes it’s not a great plan to let them run around unsupervised.

But Cap’s side of the argument is valid too. Superheroes save the world. Collateral damage is a much better outcome than what would’ve happened if they hadn’t been there. Obadiah would’ve continued supplying both sides of conflicts in the Middle East, stoking the fires of war for his own gain. Red Skull would’ve blown up most of the major cities in the US and taken over. Killian would’ve had the world on its knees with his scam. Malekith would’ve destroyed all the nine realms. Loki would’ve taken Earth. Hydra would’ve wiped out anyone who could challenge their reign of terror with Project Insight. Etc. Some of the villains rose up as consequences of the heroes (Ivan, Ultron, and Zimo, for instance), but most of the threats exist independent of the heroes’ actions, which is why we need heroes.

After how much I’ve loved Tony in all the movies so far (though he was a bit iffy in Ultron), I was really surprised by how many moments he has of being kind of a jerk in Civil War. But it doesn’t make me dislike him. This is his guilt complex on overdrive. And losing it over finding out about how his parents died is heartbreaking. But the most redeeming thing for him in the movie is Peter Parker. He recognized a similar guilt-based motivation in Peter while they talked, and in that moment, he became extremely protective of this kid. He brings him in because he knows he’s got a really handy method of incapacitating people without harming them. He’s not recklessly endangering a child, because he knows none of the Avengers will use lethal force. And his concern for Peter’s well-being is actually what costs him victory in the airport fight. He could’ve apprehended Steve and Bucky, but instead he had to make sure Peter was okay.

So...if Thor and Bruce had been in this. Thor wouldn’t be cool with being beholden to Midgardian governments. He cooperates as a courtesy, but he doesn’t actually answer to Earth authority. And I’m pretty sure he’d be very sympathetic to Steve about Bucky, given that it’s a rather similar situation to him and Loki. Bruce, on the other hand, has never felt confident about his ability to stay in control, and he was a major source of collateral damage in multiple countries in Ultron, not to mention the extra footage Ross showed the team. He’d probably think Bucky needs to be under guard for the same reason. I think he’d not only side with Tony but be relieved that Tony was on the side of the Accords. However, you really can’t have two powerhouses like Thor and Hulk in this fight. On their own, they could demolish the entire opposing team. The only option would be to keep them fighting each other the whole time, which would be kind of lame. Much better for them to have a gladiator battle on trash planet where no on else can steal their thunder. (I am not sorry.)

My mind is pretty much blown by how well the MCU has traveled the path from the first few movies to here, and from here to Infinity War. The Avengers have pretty much been getting broken down since Ultron. This was where they fell apart. Infinity War is the consequences of falling apart.

[quillwallace-blog]

hey there demons, it’s me ya girl and i’m here with another trainwreck for you guys to fuck around with bc i love you. icymi though i’m sam and i also play ben the sourwolf so you can always mssg me here or there if you wanna plot or wtvr! let’s talk about this guy though!

➰ ( NATE BUZOLIC, CISMALE, HE/HIM ) *✧.:°░｡ —- is that QUILL WALLACE ?! you know them, right? they are the 29 year old SHADOWHUNTER !! they’re known for being EXUBERANT & INTREPID - but i’d be careful if i were you because they’re also UNRULY & SCATTERBRAINED. 

first off i’m like 99% sure quill is actually a nickname and his real name is smth dumb but i’m not sure yet so i’ll keep you posted

anywayyyy, dude’s a wallace. super old ridiculously wealthy shadowhunter family descended from royalty and all that. he’s the fourth born of the five siblings ( so caelan, leo, and thea are his older siblings and tessa is his younger sibling ) and he was born in london!

lived there with his family til leo y’know...murdered their parents which quill doesn’t know about lmao and then they moved on over to california so here we are!

except not really because caelan and leo sent their troublemaking little brother off to another institute cause they decided he was waaaay too much for them to handle 

quill isn’t at all bothered or bitter about it

the above statement is an absolute l i e

( as for the institute though, i don’t have any particular location in mind so consider this me sorta offering him to anyone who’s looking for a wc from another institute besides wilshire honestly just hmu )

so caelan and leo sent him away when he was a teen and he’s pretty much been away ever since tbh. once he completed his shadowhunter training at ~whatever institute~ he probably stayed there for a while then traveled around a lot to other institutes ( he loves to travel!!!! ) and hasn’t really dropped into cali very often because he...doesn’t want to???? he’s not really over his brothers sending him away as a teenager which he sorta took as them forcibly estranging him from the family whoops

so now he’s sorta...just dropping in to say hey i guess except suRPRISE YOU’RE STAYING PUT MY DUDE

i think that’s pretty much it for his backstory atm but i’ll probably update it as i go about plotting and stuff. anyway let’s move onto personality!

so family is super super super important to the wallaces and quill has really complicated feelings about his family ok. being a middle child he often felt overlooked by his parents and desperate for attention & praise. he was expected to do as well as his siblings but then also no one ever really made a big deal out of his accomplishments bc his siblings had already done everything first ( and quill probably convinced himself that they did it all better than him too ). he’s got a soft spot for his sisters but like i said he’s super bitter towards his brothers and tends to bicker with them / be generally snide and rude towards them. at the end of the day the importance of family has been drilled into him so hardcore that he’s loyal to them above all else ofc but like...he also kinda h8s them most of the time at times tbh

he’s extremely intelligent. like jysk we’re talking literal genius level intelligent. he loves science in particular though he’s studied just about anything and everything and probably knows more about it than you do unless you’re cassie skyforth lmAO

that being said he’s definitely one of those eccentric genius types who in spite of his intelligence can seem like a total MORON a lot of the time and imo he iS OKAY. 

he’s scatterbrained af like he can recite 100% useless facts to you in seventeen different languages but where’s that pen you let him borrow? where’s his stele? where’s the very important thing you asked him to bring for you? where’s his left shoe? we just don’t know my dudes

shadowhunters are supposed to be graceful and poised and all that but somehow quill manages to be the clumSIEST MOTHERFUCKER ON THE PLANET????  like 

*crash* *another loud crash* *police sirens* *screeching cat* *guy from spongebob yelling my leg* *another even louder crash* *someone saying oops* 

that’s him

an inside voice???? quill’s never heard of it and quite frankly thinks the concept sounds kinda fake

he’s also really chatty and will absolutely talk your ear off if you let him and probably will still do it even if you don’t let him

also he talks to himself a lot?? usually when he’s thinking at which point he’s probably talking really fast and making no sense unless you’re following along really closely but even then it’s kinda difficult...also he knows a lot of languages and probably switches languages randomly in the middle of talking to himself soy’know there’s also that.

regardless he somehow manages to be charming af. he’s pansexual but meeting and then immediately flirting with pretty girls is a fave hobby of his

loves to party

major sweet tooth

english af and he’s got the super thick accent to prove it

somehow in spite of being a fucking klutz he still manages to be a very good and very skilled shadowhunter. he loves weapons and is proficient in using several more than most shadowhunters probably are. he’s not great at stealth AT ALL or planning but damn if he ain’t really fucking good at killing things

i’m pretty sure this is already way longer than it needs to be so lemme just stop here! i hope you like this trainwreck and if you do feel free to message me here or @mcrdices if you wanna plot! i’m honestly down for anything and everything! if he can fill a connection of yours or wtvr please do lmk! kay that’s enough from me bye friends!

[cutegirlmayra]

Sonic forces prompt: Dimensions and Sonamy

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Being flung into a dimensional rip through which Infinite’s power was manifested, Amy cried out for help as Modern Sonic quickly stepped to dash in after her.

Suddenly, he was blocked by the other Sonic, a smaller version of himself, who extended his arms out and shook his head.

In his eyes, it was clear what he was saying...

This universe needed their Sonic... the extra can take his place.

For now.

Dashing before the dimensional rip closed, Classic Sonic reached out for Amy’s hand.

They were spun through a magenta void before spat out in Classic Sonic’s dimension.

“AHH!” Amy continued to fall before the plane of angles shifted, and she, instead, was falling horizontal now.

She felt gravity pull her down and suddenly skidded across the ground, before Classic Sonic pulled her hand up and turned around, taking the majority of the landing and leaving her with just some scratches.

They tumbled till Amy fell flat and laid a moment... shaking her head upon getting up and gasping over to her little hero...

“Other Sonic!” She quickly scrambled to her knees, before seeing him lean himself up and place a hand to his head, also shaking off the impact.

He turned back to her, and gave her a thumbs up, showing he was alright too.

She crawled a moment towards him, extending a hand before seeing the gesture and sighing, placing the once offered hand up to her chest now to heave a heavy relief off her shoulders.

“I’m so glad...”

He got up and dusted himself off, looking around.

Suddenly, he heard a familiar cry and turned around, seeing Tails and Knuckles rush up to him, he happily greeted them.

Amy blinked her eyes...

“Tails..? Knuckles?”

The two turned to the strange girl, looking back at each other, tilting their heads in curiosity at how she knew their names, and looked to Sonic for answers.

He happily mimed her three top bangs, then pushed his own quills down to flatten them a bit, mimicking her hairstyle, and followed with swinging his arms around and then putting them together down by his side, much like...

They suddenly knew the pose he was striking- Amy Rose!

They turned with their new found epiphany up to the girl...

This...

Was Amy Rose?

They looked her up and down before Tails gestured a teasing thumb to her and turned to Sonic, grinning widely.

She looked a little confused... turning to the Sonic for answers, but he just spread himself like he was offended in some way, and shook his head to Tails.

Knuckles’s chest bounced with what seemed to be a silent laughter, and slapped his back, as if continuing the mocking as Sonic glared him down with what appeared to be a threat.

Amy still didn’t quite understand... pulling her eyebrows down in an arch that showed her true confusion, before looking back up to the sky where no sign of their arrival here existed anymore.

“...Sonic...” she collapsed, falling to her knees, rubbing her eyes. “My Sonic...”

Her voice was full of deep sorrow, as if longing for him, but also losing hope.

The three suddenly quit their jokes to look back at her new, strange, behavior.

“...Ohhh... Without Infinite’s dimensional abilities... how am I ever going to get home?” she looked over to the three, before bending her head down in what appeared to be defeat.

Before she could even start crying, Classic Sonic approached her and shook a finger up at her.

She looked over and sniffed, before nodding with a smile.

“You’re right. I can’t cry now. That’s not what you would want me to do.” she pepped up a little.

Putting her hands in fists, she held them close to her face and nodding, looking more determined as she got herself up off the ground, bending her feet a little pigeon-toed...

“My Sonic wouldn’t want me to give up! He’s probably just as worried about me as I am about him too!” she turned to her silent friends.

“Tails, Knuckles-! There’s got to be a way to get me home! To Sonic!” she nodded as if sure that there had to be at least one way...

The two looked attentive, as if her words were ‘orders’ that they were willing to obey.

They looked to each other after nodding that they would help, but seemed a little lost as to how...

They thought a moment, before Tails pulled Sonic over and pointed to a sign that read ‘PAST’.

He excited nodded, and moved over to Amy, holding his hands out to her.

She was confused again, “You.. want something ... from me?” she guessed, leaning away from him and blinking, not knowing if she was right.

He shook his head, and gave her a kind enough look.

“...Oh!” She realized he wanted to carry her.

“...U-...Umm.. Will that.. well,... work?” she tucked her dress under her bum, as if unsure about it, since the size difference was.. well.. substantial.

He looked slightly annoyed by that remark and her hesitation, having seen the other Sonic carrying her around this way, he didn’t see any problems with it.

He shook his hands out again, twice.

Seeing he was losing patience, she realized he may be too young to understand... and simply turned to ‘flop’ down on his hands.

It was awkward for a second, but he lifted her over his head and began to run.

(Finding Nemo side moment: Woah. He touched the butt.)

Racing ahead of his two other friends, they suddenly noticed an Angry Eggman flying smack dab over in front of them to try and block their way.

“Yooou-!!! Just when I was about to defeat you! You spiny, blue-!... oh?” Robotnik took notice of the rather large pink hedgehog he was holding above his head.

He rose his eyebrow, and corresponding with the action, his mustache lifted as well.

“Aren’t we making friends...” He growled out, tapping his fingers to his eggpod he hovered around in. “Don’t you think you have too many as it is? I mean, sheesh, Sonic! Everywhere I turn now there’s another dumb-looking sidekick behind you.”

“Egg...man?” Seeing the shift in his design, she was amazed he also looked smaller too...

“...Have we met?” The old man glared at her, before turning down to look at Sonic. “And speaking of the pink elephant in the room-”

“HEY!”

“Aren’t you too young to be picking up women?”

“Hmph! For your information...” she suddenly summoned her piko piko hammer, making Sonic stagger below and try and keep her balanced.

“Sonic likes younger girls!” she threw the hammer, knocking Eggman out of his orbit as he spun off into the distance.

“WHAHA-AHA-HAAH!!!”

His cries were heard for a minute before a twinkle silence all other concerns about him.

Knuckles and Tails turned to gawk at her, Tails having stars in his eyes at how powerful she was, Knuckles amazed she could summon a weapon, and Sonic just dumbfounded she beat Robotnik in one fatal swoop.

She folded her arms, puffing a side of her cheek up and tossing her head to the side.

She blinked when she noticed the three looking at her to call her bluff...

“Eh-heh-heh...” she giggled, nervously before rolling her eyes up to the sky again. “W-well.. It’s not completely.. a bluff...” she shrugged, clearly just trying to save face a little. “I simply made an educated guess, and stated it in confidence.” she held her head high but peeked an eye open to see if they were buying it.

They were making fun of her.

“Ohh..! I know my Sonic better than you do, okay!? Hmph! But don’t lie and say you didn’t think me taking down Eggman in one hit wasn’t cool! I saw you’re faces!” she folded her arms.. before wagging a hand down at them as they continued to poke fun at her.

They warned her to not put words in other people’s mouth, moving their hands to gesture talking over their own mouths and making her embarrassed...

They sped through the past to use the dimensional time stone to warp Amy back, Classic Sonic going back with her to help the cause, explaining it to his friends...

But taking the stone back with him...

(an idea I randomly had lol xD It’s kinda silly...But late night writing does that to you lol!)

[weapon13whitefang]

2., 18., and 22. please!

Salty Ask List

(Well thank you, hun!)

2. Are there any popular fandom OTPs you only BroTP?

I’m a multishipper so I can pretty much ship anything as romantic or platonic or whatever, as long as there’s good fanfiction for it... But I guess if I must give an example of what ship I have that I feel more BroTP eels for, it’s probably Starmora... I know, I know. WTF am I thinking, right? Well, I think it has to do with the fact that I’m friends with comic buff @tranimation and because of her, i’ve dived down into the comic world of GotG and find I prefer Star-Kitty (Peter “Star-Lord” Quill/Katherine “Kitty” Pryde) over that pairing. MCU wise I kind of don’t want Peter to be in a relationship, funny enough. Not until he’s allowed himself to grow and mature more, anyway. And not necessarily does it have to be with Gamora, because I am rather fond of the idea of her being a simple tough female who DOES NOT need a relationship. We kinda have that now but we know James Gunn may shift that

Another is actually Kragdu. Kraglin always always always comes off as another son figure to Yondu. But he also comes off as his best friend. A first mate is an important role and Kraglin has to be close to Yondu for that role. But also just Kraglin’s line to Yondu about him taking Peter’s side like he doesn’t care about the other Ravagers kind of sounded lik “You like him more than me” which is such a sibling thing. And after the burning of Yondu’s body, I really got that feeling of brotherhood between Peter and Kraglin, so it enforced that feeling of Kraglin is like a son / really close brotherly friend to Yondu and Peter.

18. Does not shipping something ‘popular’ mean you’re in denial and/or biased?

Oh my gosh, of course not! If there’s one thing I myself can not stand / tolerate, it is people who take shipping to such extremes that they use it as a gaudy weapon against others. It’s kinda like how every fandom has to have a “gay” pairing now. Of course the gay comunity needs more representation. Of course that’s important. Just as it’s important for the POC group to get their rights in media and their representation. It’s all very important and I completly support that we see more of this... But I am not okay when people force ships down throats. Whether its a heterosexual or gay ship, you do not have the right to take it and taint it by using it as a weapon to throat stab people or shame them. That is not what shipping is supposed to be about. Least not the way I grew up to see shipping! and it breaks my heart that I can’t go into any tag of my favorite pairings and not see a war going on between everyone, 

An example of this for me is The Walking Dead world and the character that is Daryl Dixon... Everyone seems to have a word about who Daryl does or doesn’t put his dick in. It’s always a fight of what his sexuality is that it even has caused poor Norman Reedus to get swamp attacked with people hating on him for not picking a side or shoving his real life co-workers to him. Whether it’s for Carol or Beth or Jesus or Rick or even Negan, it comes back to Melissa or Emily or Tom or Andrew or JDM. 

A character should not be redeemed to what sexual organs they possess. And if I don’t fully agree with a pairing or I don’t side with Group A or Group B, I am not a biased asshole or in denial. I am allowed to ship how I wish and feel how I wish about a pairing. I will not be bullied into your corner and you should n’t bully others over it. 

So no. You are not in denial or biased. If you want to ship something, then ship it. And also DO NOT throw around terms that you think are right to throw around when really it’s just weakening the word - pedophile, pervert, rapist, etc.. These are not words to throw about at people. Some of these are serious problems and getting pissy or violent overs someone thinking a different way than you over a pairing - A FICTIONAL PAIR OF PEOPLE THAT ARE NOT REAL - is downright mental on many levels and just takes a word and makes people take it less seriously.

Do not let the real world take a fictional pairing and taint it with the real world problems. Yes, representation matters. Yes, your feelings on the pairing are valid. But please do not forget that other people have feelings to validate as well. They may be negative feelings, but that doesn’t make them any less important or right. And if someone is giving you hell for liking something considered “wrong”, then accept that not everyone things lie you, take what they said, use it as a reminder that there are ugly people out there, and turn and be stronger for moving on and doing what you love.

I have a lot more to say but I’ll chill out for now.

22. Popular character you hate?

Hmmm... I don’t really hate any characters... I dislike some of them, but I also can understand that a character can be fascinating if you really study them.

I guess if I had to pick, I was never a super fan of Sasuke Uchiha from Naruto. I never got the whole “he’s so hot” and “he’s so misunderstood” trope around him.I always just felt he was just being manipulated by others and his own coping mechanism for his grief. He had a fault. He was a broken, stubborn character...  That’s all he was to be. I get why people like him and of course, I like Sasuke. But I never got the whole Uchica worship thing that was happening. 

I can’t really think of any other character right now... I can say that I’m not always a fan of the over hyped characters because I never can understand the whole appeal... Not always but sometimes I am in that boat of “I don’t get it” for a character.

[maedarakat]

✍🏻 please

(Thanks!!! You didn’t include a pairing tho so I hope you’re cool with me just doing my fave boys? XD This is going to be around season 1 and maybe 2, pre-redemption Dagur bc he’s fun.)

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Dagur stared at the parchment in his hands, expression extraordinarily dumbfounded. One of the Riders had just … Terror-mailed him a letter?

The Terror was even still hanging around - just out of reach and ridiculously good at avoiding thrown knives. Almost like it was waiting for a response to this drivel.

He’d of course spent a good portion of time over-analyzing it. Was it a distraction? The set-up for a trap? It wasn’t from Hiccup and it didn’t ask him to meet him anywhere though.

Nope, just inane babbling from one member of Hiccup’s little dragon-loving group. There was nothing to really do but tear it up and throw it overboard. Which he almost did, but Savage stopped him.

“If you don’t mind me suggesting, sir, this could be an opportunity? Write back and tell the boy to meet you alone if he really wants an … “ Savage peered over Dagur’s shoulder to re-read the lines that had his leader so flustered. “An arrow-launcher for Snoggletogg.”

“Arrow-launcher! As if I’d actually send anyone else a Berserker crafted arrow-launcher for anything, let alone for -” Dagur paused, mid-tirade. “Wait, is it Snoggletogg today?”

Savage shook his head. “Not for four more months sir.”

Dagur scowled, but made his decision and stormed toward his cabin. “Nobody disturb me and leave that Terrible Terror alone. I’m writing a response.”

——-

Dear Blithering Dragon-Rider Idiot #1,

OF COURSE IM NOT SENDING YOU AN ARROW-LAUNCHER FOR SNOGGLETOGG, YOU COMPLETE MORON! Why in Loki’s name WOULD I?!? I cannot believe you’d even DARE ASK ME for such a thing?! Are you serious?!? 

Can’t you ask your parents?!?! I heard you can get a pretty nice selection at the Northern Market. None as close to the quality on my ship, so I guess you’ve got decent taste, but still - DON’T YOU EVER, EVER ASK ME FOR SOMETHING LIKE THIS AGAIN. 

It seriously weirded me out. 

- DAGUR THE DERANGED

P.S. And I hope your tree catches fire!!!!

—–

“There, I sent it.” Dagur and Savage both watched as the Terror flew off, disappearing soon in the fog that surrounded the Berserker armada.

“What did you write?” asked Savage, nosey as ever.

“What do you think?!” Dagur snapped. “I told that rider where he could shove his stupid request!”

And that was the end of it, until the next letter came.

——

Dear Dagur the Deranged,

Wow, I had no idea you would be so offended? Sorry. You’re always offering Hiccup stuff and he doesn’t appreciate it, so I figured I could use some of that misplaced affection to fulfill both our emotional needs.

And also my need for a totally awesome arrow-launcher. 

You sure you don’t have a spare one? Or a broken one I can fix that’s just taking up space on your ship? I promise I won’t mind if it’s a wreck, just put a festive little bow on it or something. It’s the thought that counts, right?

Ooh, but besides all that, do you worship Loki too? I’m so happy to hear that if it’s so - it fits you! You’re clever and devious, He’s clever and devious … If you ever want to talk trickster gods and their frustrating yet endearing ways of making life interesting - then I, Tuffnut Thorston, am your man.

Also, thanks for the tip about the Northern Markets, but if my parents actually liked me enough to get me one, they’d probably make me share it with my sister. 

Do you KNOW how hard it is for two people to work the same massively destructive weapon at the same time? Trust me, the projectiles do not go where you want them to. Just ask Sven’s sheep. We all had to eat a lot of mutton that night. It was good too; I still don’t get why the Chief was so mad.

Anyway, I hope your tree catches fire too! Ours does every year, as a tribute to that time Astrid decimated almost everybody’s house with exploding dragon eggs.

Have a Happy Snoggletogg! (I’m wishing you one early, in case you manage to kill us all before it gets here. Hopefully with an arrow launcher because that would be ironic and kind of funny.) 

See you on the battlefield!

- Tuffnut Thorston

P.S. What would you like for Snoggletogg, assuming we all live to see it? I probably can’t afford or steal anything fancy, but I can always write you another poem.

——

Dagur was enraged. Livid. Also, more confused than ever. 

This had to be some sort of trick. Why was this crazy Rider still talking to him? It was like having a prisoner you just couldn’t make shut up.

Or resist talking back to. 

What he should do was crumple this stupid parchment up and throw it over the side. But then that Terror would hang around all day and annoy him. 

Dagur growled and ignored the strange look Savage gave him, as he ordered the man to find him better parchment and some more ink. 

He didn’t write letters that much; but he wasn’t about to send something smudged and tattered back to this dumb kid. Maybe if he wrote completely bluntly and in big letters, the Rider would get that they were enemies.

Not friends. Not … quill pals.

—–

Dragon Rider, 

You seem to be confused, so let me help you out here. 

I’m not sending you anything for Snoggletogg, and I don’t want anything from you either. Thanks for the offer, but –

We are enemies. I want to kill you and your buddies and all your little dragon friends, including your stupid Terror that keeps dodging my knives. Actually if you wanted to send me anything, send me more knives. I’ve lost at least three over the side because of that thing. Who knew they could be so fast?!

Seriously, write to me again asking for anything, and I’ll blow up your entire house the next time I attack Berk.

- Dagur the Deranged

—–

Dear Dagur,

Okay, I get it. I won’t ask for anything. Just surprise me. 

Some knives are totally coming your way, though. Nice ones too, with polished antler handles and sharp edges. The merchant almost sold them out from under me, but I distracted him by pointing out a rainbow and snagged you four. 

Also, if you blew up my house, you’d be doing us all a favor. It’s a total mess. I’ve been begging the local dragons to ‘accidentally’ torch it, but Hiccup keeps stopping me. It’s a shame; my mom would get a new house built and new furniture, so she wouldn’t have to clean for a while. She hates cleaning. Gets it from me. 

Oh and I guess Pop would have to drink out in the sunshine. Or the rain. He could use a quick rinse either way, he’s gotten kinda ripe since I last visited.  Pshh, Dads today, am I right?

Anyway, that last letter was so serious. Dare I say formal? You sounded like you could use some cheering up, so I wrote you a poem. 

I know it’s not Snoggletogg yet, but I’m sure we’ve missed your birthday by now, anyway. (Hey when is your birthday? Let me know.)

Here’s the poem:

There once was a rider named Hic, Whose tyranny would make you sickThough love him we will,And we follow him still,Sometimes he can be a real prick

——

Dagur snorted and started laughing out loud, causing a few heads to turn. He quickly caught himself and glared them back to work before turning back to the letter in his hands.

He had meant to get rid of it this time, really. But it had just been so boring today. 

He had to admit, the kid had some nice poetry. Also, the thought that he had an actual belated (or was it early?) birthday gift coming his way honestly thrilled him - especially if it was stolen. 

Because buying things with money and prestige? Boring! As a chieftain’s son,  expensive gifts had always felt like people were sucking up to him, so whatever it was had no meaning really. 

But this do-gooder dragon-rider had actually broken the law (and definitely had gone against Hiccup’s wishes) just to get him a nice gift. 

That was … That was just so … thoughtful?

He bit his lip, a little conflicted, but then shook his head to clear it. If someone was wanting to be nice to him, it didn’t mean anything. It didn’t mean he had to be nice in return. 

But maybe it wouldn’t hurt anything to keep writing back.

—–

Rider,

Thanks. That poem was pretty funny. I’ll accept those knives too, since you’re technically just paying me back for the ones I lost. I hope you don’t expect anything big in return, like mercy or extra food rations when I eventually kill and capture you all. 

I’m no good with poetry … maybe you’d like a story or something? I know some pretty scary ones. Ooh, I bet you can make that big kid with the Gronckle scream like a little girl!

My birthday is the 15th of September. 

Regards, Dagur

P.S. When’s yours? Maybe I’ll just try extra hard not to kill you that week.

—–

Well, it wasn’t anything he’d brag about to his men, Dagur thought, watching the Terror fly off. But maybe being quill-pals with the enemy wasn’t such a bad thing.