Please LIKE or REBLOG if you’d be interested in interacting with a reinterpreted RED RIDING HOOD! Meet Red Ryder, hunter extraordinaire of all things BIG and BAD. Vampires, ghosts, demons, trolls, faeries– and especially werewolves– if you’ve got a problem of the paranormal variety, call Red.
Selective, multiship, and willing to develop verses for everything under the sun. Est. 7/29/17. Written by Ray.
so.. lion furry hm?
“Easy, tiger.”
“Least these games are not every night, then I would be concerned.” In all honesty, he would probably stab whoever decided to buy up all of the properties. “Anyways, it’s nothing that Gemma and I can handle, she’s a good kid and works diligently, so I’m not doing all of the work whenever these idiots get a little too stabbity.”
He pauses at the mention of the little NURSE. Work hard she does-- but she’s no replacement for Corvus. No one is-- and Yondu still can’t help but consider, briefly, the unpleasant possibility of one day losing him. The medical practitioners are vital to the crew.
“Y’know-- if y’ thought y’ needed help, we could always find another doc.”
FIND being the operative word, translating to bribe, kidnap, or steal.
The taller woman grinned, mortals are always so entertaining–this one is no different. “Of course, captain. Just as long my employees don’t have to clean up, it is rather a nuisance for them to wash blood stains from vakkerian leather.” Among other fabrics.
“I love my employees, Udonta. They are fine workers, loyal and they keep secrets to themselves.” A wave of her hand and the large door leading to her office slid open. “However, I seem to have acquired a traitor among my flock. It is rather distressing.” Though she looked anything but distressed, in fact she looked amused.
He was utterly impassive as he followed her into her office. There was something UNNERVING about the woman-- there always was about species so much taller than the rest of the galaxy-- particularly when she carried herself like the queen of the goddamn universe.
But that meant good PAY, right?
“So-- what-- y’ want me t’ track down your black sheep?” Investigation wasn’t his forte, but he’d do just about anything if the PRICE was right. And there were worse places for an extended stay.
// Lord, does Notification Block not work since they updated the Activity page? ‘Cause I’ve gotten about 300 notes in the past 3 days, and as far as I can tell, maybe 1 of them was RP related...
expression remaining impassive as she holds the blaster level with the other’s head. “do you have a deathwish?” nebula questions, head tipping slightly to one side. they shouldn’t have tried to sneak up on her, that usually didn’t end well for those who tried. it’s not clear if the question is rhetorical or not, though it is clear that she hasn’t lowered her weapon yet.
“It’s gonna take more n’ THAT t’ get my knickers in a twist, if that’s what you’re askin’.”
He’s had too many blasters leveled at his head to be fazed by it now. Credit to Nebula, she’s got the guts to actually pull the trigger-- but for the moment she’s got a lot of compelling reasons not to. Namely, all the enemies she’d make if she murdered him-- but then, she’d make plenty of FRIENDS too. Maybe it all evens out.
“Figured you’d be GONE by now.”
What full lips you have They’re sure to lure someone bad–
ind. OC reimagined Red Riding Hood multiverse, multiship, selective. written by Ray. poem by Roald Dahl.
// me, 8:30 pm on a Sunday night, having done zero replies for my weekly reply queue: where is my motivation to write tho
“Yondu Udonta–” The celestial greeted as she approached the ravager captain. “–so glad that you could come. We have much business to discuss.” She motioned to the group that accompanied him. “Your men are free to entertain themselves, providing that they know the rules, of course.”
@cannibalisticwhistler + sc.
RULES and Yondu Udonta were two things that didn’t typically coincide-- but it looked like good business, so he was willing to play along. As Kraglin moved to join him he stopped his first mate with a single hand, gesturing with his chin to keep an eye on the men instead-- and then Yondu was falling into step beside her, thumbs tucked snugly in his belt.
“We ain’t gonna leave a MESS, if that’s what ya mean.”
What HE meant was no bodies. The Ravagers always left a mess in their wake-- but if there was no blood involved, it was a good day.
// Yondu, looking at one of his bounty postings: They can’t even get my fin right!
Well it wasn’t photoshopped, but I just had to draw this. I was loving the idea. :)
❛ WHOEVER TOLD YOU I have charisma is a dirty, fucking liar. ❜ Careful eyes watch the brandished arrow. Always careful, always wary. Her arms cross, a signal of an I M M O V A B L E object, one that can’t be swayed no matter how hard the wind blows or how strong the tide becomes. Being forced to be part of unpleasant crowd wasn’t necessarily a big deal. She did that every day of her life – just as she was doing right now, in this very moment. What she wouldn’t be caught dead doing was wearing some sort of getup ( having never worn a dress or heels in her entire life, she wasn’t about to embarrass herself that way ) just to earn some cash.
❛ You want someone’s face beat in, I’m your fucking gal, steal some shit? fine, but you’ll NEVER be able to get me in some fucking clown costume. ❜ She doesn’t mention crashing a space station into a moon. Doesn’t think it’s relevant, though she’d do it again if asked. Surprised she walked away from that one, actually. ❛ Look for some other cheerleader bitch to fulfill your dress up fantasy. ❜
“If I needed a goddamn HAMMER t’ get the job done, believe me-- I wouldn’t need you. You’re a real talented lady, don’t get me wrong. But that big-ass warship I got hangin’ out the other side a’ the moon? There ‘re ten-thousand Ravagers on board eager t’ sink their teeth into some sorry asshole’s THROAT. Right now I need somebody who’s got half a BRAIN, n’ you just happen t’ be available.”
He taps his arrow absently against the palm of his hand, his gaze never straying from her. “Now, y’ might be wonderin’ why I don’t do it myself. Well, y’see-- handsome mug like mine ain’t easy t’ FORGET. I got bounties on my head on half the worlds in this galaxy-- ‘n so d’ you, I get it-- but you ain’t bright blue with a FIN stickin’ outta your head. It’s the trouble with bein’ a Centaurian. We’re distinctive n’ damned hard t’ disguise.
“---- Besides, I ain’t got the figure for a dress. So lemme put it this way-- name your price, n’ we’ll see if we can come t’ some kinda DEAL.”
Maybe it’s more propitiate to call this a reward than a commission.
I like the guardians of the galaxy movies but not that much… never have much appreciations for commercial films, but sure Yondu’s my fave in this franchise
Her head cocks to one side, and there’s a there’s a hint of smile on her lips with a sort of knowing behind it.
“Well, that’s just not true.” She says, matter of factly, as though there’s no room for debate. Leaning forward for her own drink, her gaze breaks from him to find the cup.
He doesn’t like conversations like these. Conversations with someone who thinks she’s got him so figured out she can tell him otherwise. It’s the FAITH that he finds uncomfortable-- someone who believes there’s some good in him.
It’s invitation to be let down.
“You keep tellin’ yourself that-- n’ don’t come cryin’ t’ me when ya end up DISAPPOINTED.”
Why didn't you kill Kraglin?
There’s a long silence as he considers the question– reflects on the gruesome massacre of his crew at his own hands. Wanton violence, unnecessary and– to an extent– undeserved. But that sense of betrayal came with a certain bloodlust that wasn’t so easy to SLAKE. He doesn’t like to admit it to himself, but there was absolutely no reason to kill all those men on that ship. Some of them were mutineers, yes, but most of them just wanted a leader to follow so they could get on with their lives– and still others might have remained loyal, and kept quiet in order to survive.
Would he have done any different? Did he do any different?
The shock, the helplessness, the ANGER– it awakened a vengeful beast inside of him. Raw and hungry, it tore his crew apart, simply because the violence was– in its own twisted way– cathartic. Because killing them didn’t fix what had been broken, but it was damned satisfying regardless.
Not KRAGLIN, though. The thought never crossed his mind, not even for a minute. Yondu considered hitting him– beating up on him to vent that same rage– but he stopped himself, because he knew if he started he wouldn’t stop.
“’Cause he didn’t betray me.” Neither did so many others, but it’s easier to say than– ‘cause he means more to me than all the rest put together.
“He said some stupid shit at the wrong time, n’ he should’a known what would happen. But he wasn’t tryin’ t’ get me killed. N’ he sure as hell didn’t want TASERFACE in charge. He made a dumb mistake, that’s all.”
The Centaurian folds his arms across his chest, trapped with feelings he doesn’t care to examine too closely.
“N’ anyway, I needed somebody t’ pilot the Eclector, n’ ROCKET wasn’t gonna stay behind with Quill down there on Ego.”
