#petra/guardian

[synnthamonsugar]

DESTINYTOBER: Day 10 - Dream

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"I'm thinking of going back to training as a Techeun," remarked Petra Venj, apropos of nothing, as she dined with Selene in the Gardens of Esila. They sat atop the hunter's cloak, which was spread out as a makeshift picnic blanket beneath the trellis pavilion. 

Surprise crossed Selene's face. "Ah—? Why the renewed interest?" 

"It's never gone away fully. Every day I was trapped in the curse loop, I thought about how badly I'd squandered my talents. How I would have done things differently if I'd known." Idly, she twirled a fallen leaf between her fingers by the stem before letting it drift to the cracked and overgrown marble tile below. "When the Queen decreed an end to Techeun training, I thought I'd missed my chance for good."

Selene nodded.

"But now that the coven is taking trainees again . . ." she trailed off wistfully, picturing herself among them.

"It'll be hard," Selene warned. Petra could have been offended if there had been an implication that because she failed out of training once, she'd do it again. But there was a gentle worry to Selene's voice that sounded less like skepticism of her skills, and more like acknowledgement of the rigor of the program.

"Harder than surviving . . . everything? I feel as though I've grown a hundredfold wiser — and tougher — than I was before Oryx, Uldren, Riven, The Witness."

"Techeuns aren't allowed to want anything . . ." Selene looked down. "Do you think you can handle that?"

Petra grazed the little finger of Selene's hand with her own. "I have everything my heart desires."

Selene's cheeks deepened with purple as she laced fingers with Petra. "I . . .  I'll miss your face," she admitted, still unable to keep eye contact with her. "I mean, your full face, uncovered. I'll miss seeing how your eye crinkles when you laugh, how blue it gets when you cry."

It was Petra's turn to blush. "It's very plain. Nothing special about it. You won't be missing much." 

"It's yours."

" — Nevertheless," she stammered, her cheeks hot enough to glow now, "I don't think the loveliness of my face should supersede a lifelong dream."

"It shouldn't. I'm just worrying about things I ought not to." Selene rolls circles over the joint of Petra's thumb. Looks out across the gardens, toward the Keep, and sighs. "What will the Queen do without her Wrath?" 

"She has you." 

"I'm going to cry if you keep flattering me like this."

"Fact's not flattery. You've done more for her than I have."

"I don't think that's true."

"My point stands that she'll be fine. And so will we." 

Petra leaned in to kiss Selene on the dotted marking of her brow. Selene pressed her head against Petra's, drawing fingertips to the grooved scars of her jawline, and returning the kiss against her cheek.

[theavocadojam]

Have another Petra

[kinadestiny2]

Casual helm conversations

[hibatasblog]

Entanglement Chapter 16: You Turn Me On (I’m a Radio) coming out Friday. Hold onto your favorite stuffed animal or pet… it gets a little dark. Trigger warnings will be posted at the end like always.

[raccoonfallsharder]

petra & rocket scribble

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a lil birthday scribble for @hibatasblog ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚ who is arguably one of the sweetest humies in the galaxy, like a lil buttery bite of powdered-sugar cinnamon french toast. i am so grateful that you’ve survived this planet for so long and that i have been lucky enough to stumble across you and your friendship and your amazing writing. may the coming year bring you delicious food and drinks, beautiful art, good health, and countless moments of happiness. and puppy-snuggles. and excellent raccoon porn.

the universe is better for having you in it.

petra quill is @hibatasblog’s amazing and much-more-personable version of star-lord and you should read every one of the fics that features them. also yes my 03 gray marker died so rocket’s a little darker than usual but i did my best!

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[deztryx]

DOODLES (also im alive lol)

More stuff coming soon 😎

[thewildnopeboat]

(Slight spoilers if you're not caught up with this week's story on Destiny 2)

Guardian, watching Petra and Crow awkwardly try to talk: oh yeah, peak vibes here

Ghost: Can you be cryptic somewhere else?

Guardian: no, listen. The vibe between the two is great. Two people who had an issue, one who wants to try to fix it and one who just now wants to. Crow may be going a bit too hard in his duties to right wrongs, and Petra who is now willing to put forth effort to mend a relationship.

Ghost: Oh. That Vibe

Guardian: Yeah.

Crow, who heard everything: Can you not?

Guardian and Ghost: Nope.

[n7viper]

I feel like I'm gonna make a long rambling OC post about Mae in a few days, beware all ye who enter here...

[krastbannert]

Title: stranger in a strange land

Fandom: Destiny

Characters: Original Male Character(s), Petra Venj, Male Guardian (Destiny), Wolfram Siegfried Adler (OC), Ghost (Destiny), Original Ghost (Destiny), Acier

Tags: Petra Venj/Original Male Character(s), Male Guardian/Petra Venj, Petra Venj/Wolfram Siegfried Adler, Fluff, Friends to Lovers, Hurt/Comfort, Fluff and Angst, Canon-Typical Violence, Friendship/Love, lots of lore that i’m making up because canon is my bitch, Emotional Hurt/Comfort, Neighbors, oh my god they were neighbors, Getting to Know Each Other, Other Additional Tags to Be Added, Music, Inspired by Fanart, Nostalgia, no beta we die like my college gpa

Summary:

She’s in a strange place, a place she hates and a place that hates her. She’ll do her duty here for as long as she can, as long as she needs to, but she still aches for home.

He’s been here for too long, has more scars than skin, done so much against Vanguard orders that he’s an outcast among his own. He tries to tell himself he doesn’t care.

And they’re neighbors.

——

The story of two pariahs who, without really looking for it, stumble into love, and a whole lot more.

[z-hunter-z]

[synnthamonsugar]

Scenes from Awoken history, of friends and foes alike . . .

My and @flowers-of-io's piece for @d2artevents Last City's Museum of the Arts zine! We couldn't pick just one piece to parody, so we went with a small gallery's worth.

Check out Izzy's full piece here, the full zine at D2 Art Events' tumblr, and all the works in the tag.

Art inspo under the cut:

Louise Breslau, La Vie Pensive (1908) / Pierre-Auguste Renoir, Woman with Parakeet (1871) / Ivan Aivazovsky, The Wrath Of The Seas (1886)

[theavocadojam]

Kieran x Petra sketches

[toffee-hammer]

Petra with more Awoken-specific dialogue this weekly reset when talking about partying in the Dreaming City before the curse.

"I wish you could remember it"

Girl, what were we?

[hibatasblog]

Here’s a sneak peek at Entanglement chapter 15. 🚀 🦝

When Rocket and Lethys entered the lecture hall, a hiss and rumble of voices erupted around them. Lethys walked as if he were a king, proud and tall, but his ears swiveled catching the odd whispered word or snide remark. His upper lip lifted towards one particular humie who quailed at the sight of three-inch long canines.

Tail bristling, and chest so tight even the metal there ached, poor Rocket heard more clearly than his father: “Look at that thing,” “Am I truly to believe that creature is a Tekton,” “I can’t believe these two were even allowed into the building,” and “Let us hope they have had their shots.” It took everything that Rocket had inside of him to keep from either latching onto the rich wool of Lethys pantleg or fleeing the room.

His crimson eyes swept the room, searching for even one friendly face. Just as he began to harden his heart against the whole assembly, a bald, short, and aging man and a willowy tall and thin woman stepped into the aisle. “Rocket, my boy!” the older man smiled in true welcome, and Rocket recognized the jovial voice.

“Professor Stollwizer?” he guessed from the rich baritone of his favorite teacher.

“Yes, indeed! It is a pleasure to finally meet you, young man,” Professor Stollwizer smiled his bushy mustache moving with his lips.

“Nice to meet you, Professor,” Rocket said with his best manners, voice clear and free of accent as he could manage.

The little man shook Rocket’s hand with real affection before offering his hand to Lethys. “Sir, your son is the most brilliant scholar I have ever had the good fortune to teach. You must be so proud of him,” the man enthused.

Lethys guarded expression smoothed into one of beaming pride, “I am most proud of him and his achievements,” he agreed, his massive paw completely engulfing the man’s small hand.

“Ah, Rocket, Mr. Kavashi,” Professor Stollwizer smiled broadly as he gestured at the thin woman next to him, “This is Professor Rikthi. Rocket, you will be the teaching assistant in her introductory physics and mechanical theories classes.”

Professor Rikthi bent down to offer her hand to Rocket. She had an ageless face, a monocle, and a soft, kind voice, “I’ve heard how hard of a worker you are, Rocket. I’m sure we will get along well.”

“I wouldn’t be so certain about that,” interjected a middle-aged Xandarian who eyed Rocket and Lethys with a sneer of derision as he pushed up his glasses and shoved his way past Professor Stollwizer. “It hasn’t yet presented any proof that he is the true author of the paper submitted,” the man continued in an annoyingly nasal voice.

“He,” growled Lethys looming over the man, “My son is a person, a male, he is not an it.”

“It,” the man snarled back, uncowed by Lethys’ size and ferocity, “Is an animal, a sick joke being played on our university by this preposterous creature,” the man indicated to Lethys then and smiled meanly. Every cell in Rocket’s body longed to hide behind his father from this sharp man that reminded him too much of his Sire. “How long did it take you to train it to wear clothes? Stand on its hind legs? There is no possibility of this little monster having authored-”

“Enough-” interrupted Professor Stollwizer in booming voice at odds with his cheerful seeming mien. “I assure you that no one else but Rocket Kivashi could have written the thesis in question,” Professor Stollwizer frowned up at the man, “I advised him extensively during the writing process, his voice has always been the same, writing style the same, intelligence unrivaled by any person I’ve ever met-”

“Shall I tell you how easy it would be to fake a voice, old man? Are you so far into your dotage that you actually believe this preposterous lie?” the angry man hissed. He pointed at Lethys, “The only thing that surprises me, is that you planned this ruse so poorly. Couldn’t you have engineered something that looked more convincing? I can see bolts sticking out of its face.”

Rocket barely controlled the instinctive reaction to touch the metal on his cheeks. Heat burned his face, and he wanted to cry, but just as he was about to open his mouth on a silent sob, a memory flickered in his mind.

The evening before he’d stood on the stool in Petra’s bathroom combing his face fur, trying to style it in a way that would cover the metal there. As he grew older, Rocket’s fur grew more and more luxurious, but it still didn’t cover that hateful metal in his face. He sighed and considered using some of Petra’s hair gel, but thought better of it when he remembered that it accentuated her curls but did little to control them.

“Whatcha doin’?” Petra asked appearing behind him in her nightshirt.

“Oh, nothing,” he tried to lie.

“Rocky, you were combing like you wanted to pull out all your fur. What are you doing?” Petra countered as she came up behind him and wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Standing like this, his head was just below her chest; if she leaned forward any closer, she could rest her breasts against the top of his head, a thought that made his embarrassment flare even hotter.

“People will see the metal in my face, see what a freak I am,” he whispered watching Petra’s face in the mirror.

She frowned then and used her hands to turn him to face her. “There is nothing about you that makes you a freak, Rocky. Besides lots of spacers have mods.”

“What will I say if people ask about them?” he asked her, so many things he had to cover for, think of excuses for.

“Tell them to mind their goddamn business, is what you’ll say,” Petra replied with real heat, “Tell those rude motherfuckers to fuck right off.” She searched his face and found him still uncertain and lost. Petra leaned in close and slowly, purposely pressed a kiss right over both protruding metal implants. “You tell those assholes that your girlfriend kisses your beautiful face so much you had to your cheeks reenforced, that you’re just that irresistible to her.”

Rocket’s eyes went wide and he whispered, “No one would ever believe that. I don’t even believe that. I-”

Instead of answering him with words, Petra lowered her face and pressed her lips to the metal collarbones holding his shoulders back, kissed the metal bars that squeezed his chest. “I will kiss any part of you to convince you otherwise,” she whispered against the scarred naked skin around the outer ribs. “So don’t you even care about what anyone thinks about your body but me.”

Inside of Rocket’s chest fear turned to anger, because, the truth was, his appearance didn’t and shouldn’t matter. Lethys and Petra loved and accepted him, and that was all he needed. This fucker’s opinion didn’t matter at all. “It is too my paper,” Rocket found himself declaring loudly enough that the whole hall went still. “I wrote every single word, and in my defense I’ll prove it beyond doubt.”

Every eye was swiveled his way, every human face staring at him in either disbelief or shock except for Professor Stollwizer and Professor Rikthi who smiled warmly. “Ask any question you want about my paper,” Rocket said casually as he walked to the stage. Before he stepped up the first stair, he shot back over his shoulder, “Of course, that’s assuming that you can understand the complexity of the work in question.”

[raccoonfallsharder]

petra quill ⋆˙⟡★⋆⭒˚₊⊹

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petra. quill. petra. quill. cannot get her out of my head.

(lingerie images below so scroll at your own risk)

created by the remarkable, incredible, talented, lovely @hibatasblog, petra is hypothetically the curvier counterpart to peter quill (but imo so much better). if you have not read Entanglement (the main petra quill timeline), you MUST. it is one of my comfort fics. baby rocket, fleeing from counterearth, essentially stows away on the eclector and meets young petra and they grow up together. and it’s just. so reparative. these babies. i love them.

and then there’s Casino Royale, which is another petra q timeline. and it is HOT. every chapter is steamy & spicy & droolworthy. rocket and petra meet as adults and get it on and then there’s betrayal and heartache and mystery and regret and im fucken in love. IN LOVE

sidenote id a thousand percent date petra quill.

anyway this is inspired by chapter two of Casino Royale (her skin and hair are dyed since she’s in disguise) but there’s so much that’s golden there so like. please read. give so many kudos and kind comments. (this story has a criminally-low number of kudos seriously)

anyway petra is a delight. she’s sassy and mouthy (just like peter) but she’s very kind, thoughtful, and tender, and i just fuckin love her to be honest. i had so much fun making the sparkly rhinestone-studded lace and the burn discoloration on her boots (jets not currently attached) and honestly i just love her so much

anyway go read both fics & give @hibatasblog some love!!!

(more iterations & close-ups behind the cut)

[meikyuubutterflyofficial]

What's that? I made another magical girl AU but this time it's based off both Pretty Cure and Star Guardians a bit? I did.

Anyways in the AU since they go by the name of Guardians and is being currently made into a fanfic (with a comic coming alongside it) and these are their Guardian designs they wear when they transform. So when reading the fanfic please note that these are their designs on what they wear and here are some notes

They all wear high heels with Jesse, Olivia, Petra, Emily, Clutch and Maya wearing heeled boots while Nell wears regular high heels with a pearl anklet

Maya’s uniform is more so a two piece so her midriff/stomach shows entirely

Olivia has goggles and thigh high socks with garters

While Petra and Clutch are missing their brooches the designs are a snowflake for Petra and a cherry blossom for Clutch

The accent fabric is sparkly and translucent

Also note that Nell’s translucent skirt overlay is misaligned and is supposed to cover the right and the seashell accessory goes on the back of her hairstyle

Petra and Maya’s hairstyles change into ponytails while Clutch’s hairstyle changes into half up pigtails

The star hair clips in Em’s design go on her bangs

Jessica’s hairbow holds two pieces of the back of her hair