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I HAVE HAD THIS BLOG FOR 5 DAYS YOU CRAZY PEOPLE

No but really I have. And the fact that i have gained this many followers in so little time astounds me. I really expected Groot to not kick off so well, or for people to like him at all. I was literally going off a whim by making this blog. All you guys’ support means the world to me.

ANYWHO, here is my recommendation list of people to follow.All of these people I have at the least talked to the muns and have had a delight speaking with them/rping with them and you should follow them asap. Pls.

notarodent, peterquxll, deadliestguardian, literaldestroyer, subj89p13, spacexpirate, xgamora, destroyiing, angrygreen, peterquillwashere, rcccoon, dctah, agentclntbrtn, dickmessaging, penrosexsteps, grishildr, atremxndousthing, thesoulsatisfied, bowtied, cinisxcineris, xaedificare, xthorsdottir, defiiled, wasthatnotprocedure, xerebrum, baneofcolumbia, jdrxw, eyesofareaper, transorbitaire

Here goes! There are a good number of you following me now and I feel like I’ve been dragging my feet on doing something nice to celebrate. I said recently that I would have absolutely no success with this character or the fun little quirks being developed were it not for those amazing people who chose to love me down…and I really meant it. Thank you all for making my blog such a fun experience! Below is a snippet of the blogs (and people!) I have found myself admiring (some from afar for their amazing interpretations/writing ability) in no particular order.

ᴀ ɴᴏᴛᴇ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴛʜᴇ ᴍᴜɴ;

sᴛᴀғғ ʀᴏᴏᴍ;

ᴍᴀɪɴ ʜᴀʟʟ; bold = im hella in love with you italic = we need to become bffs like now normal = i stalk you from afar

우리성길이 첫 우주선사고(?) 기념사진 ㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋㅋ

There are so, so many more of you than I ever thought there ever would be. I’m so very privileged that all you fantastic and beautiful people have decided to follow my Bruce, and have shown both mun and muse lots and lots of love. I really didn’t expect to even get 300 followers, much less 3,000 of you (okay the actual number right now is 3,106).

As much as I’d love to interact with every single one of you, I just don’t have the time or the patience, but that doesn’t mean that I don’t appreciate your support and love and when you laugh at the not so funny ooc things I post. Every single person who follows me is a fantastically unique and lovable human being (maybe some of you are aliens that’d be cool) and I appreciate you so much.

ᴍʏ ᴄʟɪǫᴜᴇ (those I love with every fiber of my being)

becketsenior ◆ exofalcon ◆ ironinmyspine ◆ literaldestroyer ◆ peterquillwashere ◆ rcccoon ◆spiderwxman ◆ weaponofwinter ◆ xebulae ◆ xgamora 

ᴛʜᴇ sᴘᴇᴄɪᴀʟ sɴᴏᴡғʟᴀᴋᴇs (those I interact with and adore)

acrownofflameforaking ◇ agentclntbrtn ◇avengerclintbarton ◇ butthecatcameback ◇ caiera-the-oldstrong   ◇ callmeselina ◇ calisvol ◇ chemibomb◇ codenamewinter ◇ codenamews ◇ credencex ◇ cxpt ◇ daddyissuesandadog ◇ degeneris ◇ doiscareyou ◇ frozen-delinquent ◇ harlemlullaby ◇ hxwlett ◇ illripyourthroat ◇ invenina ◇ kreefanatic ◇ ladyxliberty ◇ letnotthyheartbeheavy ◇ luxbrumxlis ◇ medicisms ◇ motherofasgard ◇ mxtthewmurdock ◇ nebulxr ◇ notamonstxr ◇ photosynthxsis ◇ prxfessors-pet ◇   quiickest ◇ relicuums ◇ rvnin ◇ sacriifiice ◇ savageclaws ◇ shieldcap ◇ sonofhulk ◇ spatiia ◇ starxdouche ◇ starxspartoi ◇ subj89p13 ◇ teddybagwell ◇ thekiiller ◇ valixnce ◇ viindicate ◇ xaedificare ◇xerebrum ◇ xmilitus ◇ xornalista ◇ xstrange ◇ xthorsdottir ◇ xvdova ◇ youstxndaccused 

ʜᴏʟʏ ᴄᴀᴛs ɪ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ᴋᴏᴀʟᴀ ᴛᴇᴀ (those I admire greatly from afar)

accxser ◈ adversare ◈ advxrsus ◈ agenths ◈ agentweston ◈ araiignee ◈ a-shadows-lie ◈ archaeologiist ◈ artisunum ◈ aprofoundduplicity ◈ astrifer-ous ◈ auuxilio ◈ bowandarrxw ◈ constantquibbling ◈ cleantechs ◈ cryokinesi ◈ cullxn ◈ cutoffthehead ◈ dctah ◈deceiverx ◈ deadliiest ◈ defiiled ◈ deshibxsara ◈ destroyiing ◈dorrekviiitbh ◈ dxstroyxr ◈ earthandthunder ◈ edhelernil ◈ fastxr ◈ gildr ◈ heroforhollywood ◈ hexesinscarlet ◈ impxster ◈ incurringdebt ◈ ironexec ◈ ironmxde ◈ jdrxw ◈ keptmyhairshort ◈legendary-quill ◈ lehnsheerr ◈ livingbyacode ◈ loremiecit ◈ mahaigne ◈ martyriisms ◈ martyriou ◈ militarydaughter ◈ miraavx ◈ mxhill ◈ mxssmartian ◈ notarodent ◈ oftheatom ◈ ofviolence ◈ paranoxa ◈ perdxro ◈ pxrrish ◈ ravenreno ◈ rxcketrxccoon ◈ scottiish ◈ serumed-achilles ◈ simpletonwithashield ◈ singlasses ◈ sleekscience ◈ soldatzimy ◈ spiiderisms ◈ stardxrk ◈ summershavok ◈ tahhden ◈ thisisnxtfreedom ◈tinkeriing ◈ thetxrch ◈ traitxr ◈ treetxlk ◈ tordenvaer ◈ vingthor ◈ vinylchanges ◈ vxenom ◈ walkmxn ◈ wasthatnotprocedure ◈widowism ◈ whxstlinravage ◈xbrokencrownxhollowhowlx ◈ xeightyhg ◈ xronantheaccuser ◈ xubiytsa   

ain’t no mountain high enough // marvin gaye & tammi terrell

peterquillwashere was wishin' on a star

"Aliens. W-We’re in outer space. And there are all sorts of these people w-who aren’t people and I-I just wanna go home." 

"Home? Shit, you're an Earther.. Aren't you?  Okay, calm down already. I'm Peter, who're  you?"

     ”Mmm- guess we’re on the       same page, then. Nice to       meet you, Peter. And for       recap on my end, I’m Jan.       Jan Song.”

"Great name, it's kinda   catchy. Not as catchy  as Star-Lord, but in fair  you didn't get to pick your  name."

"That’s the strangest comparison I’ve gotten so far, but yeah, it works out." Kat grinned.

"I bet you’re a threat to be truly feared." Peter smirked, “Peter Quill, people call me Star-Lord.”

[ I seriously need a new title or somethin{ txngledinmyweb} ]

               She felt the waters around her shift and move, the current suddenly disturbed by a presence not usual to the cove that lead into the mouth of the cavern she had called home. This wasn’t a usual occurrence and it had her curious as to what was going on. Her past experiences with situations beyond the cove reminded her of the familiarity of how the waters moved now. It was a ship. Aggression and a territorial urge willed her into stopping what she was during and turning around. Finely tuned eyes stared into the darkness rive that ran through the cavern. Her tail flicked only slightly in an irritated behavior. 

               The red haired mystery swam up to the surface and she hovered there, quiet and mouth closed as she stared down tunnel that ran through the ragged island. Her eyes narrowed and she listened intently on what was going on in the outside world. Nothing. The only thing she could make out were the usual sounds of moisture that gathered on the rock ceilings of the cave dripping down to the now disturbed waters. The water moved ever so slightly, but they weren’t as still as they would be. No one was coming through the tunnel, however. Yet. She turned her upper body to glance back at the mighty artifact - the trident - that stood tall with something of it’s own glow radiating off of it - or maybe she was just so trained to see it in the dark. She could afford to leave it for a few minutes.

               Diving back under the salty waters, she propelled herself forward down the tunnel she was all too familiar with. Her hands curved to cut into the water as she swam, like thick wind. The closer she came to the mouth of the tunnel, the more sounds she could make out. She was sure it was a ship that waited off the cove and when she rose to surface, hiding behind jagged rocks that framed the opening, her thoughts were confirmed. A crew and everything. She would often see ships, each with different colors hoisted into the wind, but never have they dared to come close to the cove. It wasn’t exactly safe waters there. 

               From where she was, she could make out only one who took a small boat out onto the waters and rowing toward the tunnel, a lantern close at hand. Squinting, she tried to make out who it was. He was male and she assumed, that if the crew and captain were smart, he was probably a scout. Either way, humans were humans and none of them were allowed here. 

               She shrunk back into the darkness as he entered the cove, keeping her movements very still and not disturbing the water. After his boat had passed, she trailed behind him, deep under water so that her motions would not signal her presence to the human. There were a few questions she wanted answered. Why were they here? Will they send more? And are they any more evolved than they were last time she encountered humans? Probably not. 

               His boat came to a stop, deep in the cavern where the artifact was and she rounded about to the edge of the cave and rose to the surface very slowly. Water dripped quietly from her chin and wet hair clung to her neck and shoulders. Blue eyes narrow, she watched the man as he grabbed his lantern and lit the area that was in front of him. Golden flames glinted off the metal of the trident. 

               The woman flinched when the man laughed. The noise echoed and bounced off the cave walls and the echoes almost doubled over each other. What was so funny? He then spoke, expressing disbelief in the trident before him and her eyes narrowed when he made the mention of money. Pirate. Figures, they were all telling fables of the place and challenging the sea to come there. Very few would have made it this far. She was more or less surprised.

               She rolled her eyes at the way he practically stumbled his way over to the trident. There was no way he was going to try and carry the Atlantian treasure, was he? Though, when he did make his attempt at trying to move it, her instincts kicked in and she pushed herself off the rock she hid by and swam over there. She came to an abrupt stop when he fell back and the trident fell along with it, the ear-piercing clatter jolting all of her senses. 

               ”What do you think you’re doing?!” She yelled at him, her voice surprisingly strong from one who did not talk very often. Normally, she would have laughed at the look on his face, but she was far too angered to care at the moment. Instead, she held a glare, hackles raised and jaw set as he gaped at her. 

     He couldn't stop staring. Her pale skin, so white that he was sure the sun never kissed it. Blood red hair, so vibrant in contrast. Peter  never saw such raw beauty in his entire life, so different to all the makeup covered whores he bedded. Her hair was slicked back, water dripping down her face. He took in the detail of her tensed, strong jaw. Her narrowed emerald eyes gleamed off his lantern. Giving her full effect as he struggled with words.       The chill of the rocks made his butt numb, he shifted around. Unsure if he should just stand up, but if did--- would that make him look like a threat? Quill didn't want that. No, he wanted her to trust him, for long enough for him to maybe steal a kiss, and the trident. He swallowed. Rubbing his gloved hands across his knees, before raising one in the air. "Fancy meeting you here. Name's Quill, nice place you got. Very spooky, and uh--- wet."      Peter glanced all around, as if contemplating the arrangement of the cave. He then made a tsking sound,"You see, miss. I'm a very professional man, and this big old tacky trident throws off the entire atmosphere of your cave away from home." This is where he would stand up, try not to wobble on his sore legs, and slowly made his way to where the trident lay. "So I'll actually just do the work for you, how nice of me I know, and take this with me," Quill stooped down to pick up the golden artifact,"and be on my way! Though, you're welcome to get a bite to eat with me sometime. I'll pay." He finished with a winning smile. 

      He thought he was being rather calm for seeing a mermaid. Maybe even a bit cocky. Peter had head terrible myths of the she devils dragging sailors and pirates alike, down to the depths of the dark waters. Not wanting to test that, he decided that staying on the uneven land was a better choice. He  racked his brain for other old songs, and legends on the creatures. Yet  nothing important came to mind, except... They were all King Triton's daughters. Shit. He glanced at the tool in hand, named after the god. Well that'd explain why a mermaid was here. Her pops probably had hundreds of these  fish women guarding the cove.      It'd also explain the story of ships sinking mysteriously. He had always assumed it was just careless navigating, or bad timing. What if it were mermaids that caused hundreds of ships' demise? His heart did a flop. Peter hadn't heard any screaming from his crew yet, so it was still all a  theory, but one couldn't be too careful. "Are you by yourself? I mean,  staying in this cave would get real lonely I think." A brief moment of pity entered his mind as he spun the weapon around lazily.