"when metal is churned, bodies burned, victories earned, the war was in colour."

                        Ok first of all, a big big thank you to everyone of my followers.                         I don’t know  how  I  got  to  300  this  fast,  but  thank  you  for                         taking your time and wanting me on my dash. I want to thank                         every one  of you  but as  it says  follow  forever  with  some  I                         don’t know if I will follow you forever. 

First up is...

starchxser If I had to say who has helped me the most I would say Angel cakes, I mean she’s the best ever like ever ever ever. If not in character but ooc she shines like one of those rare diamonds.

asgardianhammer Mir, first I’m sorry for being a lil shit and not talking to you enough and disappearing and I’m so sorry. You have been there when i was feeling down, and your writing is phenomenal.

owesmeadance Ya know we haven’t talked that much but you helped me get to my feet when I first started this blog so I thank you for that, you are amazing.

xpetrushka oh damn you are amazing and wonderful and arrgh stop being so perf! I love your writing and I love writing with you.

and the runner ups in no particular order tbh

angrygreen, timidlittlemouse, onlyslightlysmarter, paidtheprice, notadame, thxmechanic, winterxstoleme, winters-broken-marionette, nfortunateson, agentxthirteenx, ironcladandinvincible, streakedwhite, wxnterbarnes, wxdxw, natromanxva, widowism, defiiled, xcarney, redcrowned, scottiish, txngledinmyweb, sgt-becky-barnes, x-mymission, piinkpuff, cobybarton, ironladytonistark, xsalvare, hydrasweapon, bringfreedomback, turnthepageforadifferentme, cleantechs, kempybowe, aliasnovna, deceiverx, hawkexe, profxssional titaniumallxy

Write a Headcanon about my character

“ This is … different.     Hope you weren’t expecting snacks     or anything.  ’Cause, you know.    I could go for some. ”

        " 'm not exactly here for the snacks,           But hey, if you insist! " 

   —- My God. And here I thought I’d seen it all.

      " The wonders of the universe, am I right? "                 He was too used to these reactions these days. 

"First a talking tree, and now a talking raccoon."

        " Talkin' tree? Ya mean Groot, right? So ya met him.                   -- Quick question, what is this ' raccoon ' thing? "

    That's the second time someone called him one.      There's nothing out there like him; he's one of a kind. 

The ghoul had an entire arsenal equipped with harsh insults and witty comebacks. In fact, other than his ability to manipulate and control others prior to attacking, dishing those out seemed to be his forté. Never would he have expected to use them against a literal pest, but then again, recent events did demonstrate that the times were changing and he would have to get accustomed to them. The edges of his lips twitched, crimson eyes still trained on the furry threat.

"Well no shit there’s nothing else like you. I doubt there are any other talking animals walking around pointing weird ass guns at people -– and if there are, they don’t concern me." Fingers curled into fists before relaxing again. "Tch, why don’t you have fun looking up what a ghoul is? Now mind telling me what, or rather w h o, you are?”

       Well, wasn't he a nasty thing? Something did not smell right about him--he smelled like death; then again, he was standing over a corpse. Sad to say, such things no longer phased the critter. He has seen so many deaths throughout his short life, and caused them himself. Those kind of things no longer bothered him--as long as he had no emotional attachment to them, anyway.

      " Look at you, some kind of freaky alien or somethin'. But you don't scare me, even if your eyes are kinda creepy. " A low growl rumbled in his chest, whiskers twitching. The hell was a ghoul? " I'll make a mental note. I go by Rocket, if you mus' know. Make it a habit of eatin' humans? " Sounds like a gross diet to him. 

                                                                           ❝     —  who allowed  ❞                                                                          ❝     you to live ?   ❞                           ❝     i’m surprised  you have  yet   ❞                                             ❝     to be devoured.     ❞             the mutant before     one effortlessly executed             a    (   joke   ),  && a target.  if one guardian departed,             the rest would   [    FOLLOW   ].                                                                          ❝     where’s your tree?  ❞                                                                     ❝     no longer defending you?       ❞ 

         who had a l l o w e d him to live? what kind                 of question was that? -- it caused anger &'                    bitterness to settle into the depths of his stomach,                        a feral growl rumbling in his chest &' glistening                           fangs bore at the other.

       rocket had always struggled with his existence,                 often masked and hidden by his rough &' tough exterior.                      only close allies--such as groot--knew the extent of                            his self worth.                                                       more accurately speaking:                                                                    his lack of one.

        " groot is jus' fine.                   &' i don't need his help.                             if you're here for some ass kickin',                                     lucky for you--i got s'me time on my paws. " 

       Blood pulses through steel laced veins,       muscles screaming with exertion yet       each act of violence is effortless all the       same. Gamora whirls across their current       battle field with an intense ferocity, teeth bared       in a snarl and a smirk. In the misdt of the fray       there is an ally at her back, quick to the trigger       and even quicker with words.                                                                                      ❝Do you have an obsenity                                                                                          to yell at every single foe                                                                                                             you defeat?❞

          It was times like this that he felt so alive. He lived for the           chaos and carnage. Danger? -- Please. That was the least           of his worries. Rocket charged head in, gun raised and a           hail of bullets released across the battle field, trusting his           green companion to have his back. It was kind of nice to           have some back-up; not that he would admit to it.

         A smirk curled at his narrow maw, beady eyes flitting to          the other, a chuckle escaping him. " It comes with the job          description. C'mon, ya should give it a shot. It's pretty fun. " 

     ”Dude!   Seriously?!   Is  there  any   part   of   my  ship          you haven’t turned lethal? Look, Rocket, I’m grateful,          really I  am.  It’s all pretty badass actually, but you’ve          gotta  warn  a  person!  That’s it. I’ve got it. You know          what I’m going to do?  I’m buying you a label maker,          because I’m that awesome of a friend. You’re welcome.”

          A brief moment of silence, almost as if he was trying to           think about his question. " The bathroom. Can you imagine,           sittin' on the toilet--and then BOOM! " His arms spread out,           making an explosion motions, only to laugh, body bowing           forward and slapping at his knee. " I told ya to calm down.           Nothin' will happen--as long as you don't touch anything           while 'm working. But, if it makes you happy pal, be my guest. " 

                   That was part of the problem right there.                            Peter would have much rather come to this                             thing alone — but the Duchess requested                             that every guest came in pairs. Some                             tradition or tick or something.

                                                      ❝ She’ll like you better than Drax,                                                        so focus on that. She’d probably                                                        be able to smell the marriage off                                                        of him. So just shut up, and calm                                                        down.❞ He paused. ❝ Just think                                                        about everything you’ll get to                                                        blowup once we’re done here.❞

       A heavy sigh escaped him, head bowed forward as        fingers pulled at his fur. A low grumble escaped him,        clearly conflicted. On one hand, he had to wear some        stupid suit and pretend he was interested as a bachelor.        On the other, he gets go make things go BOOM. But the        question was, is it worth it?

        Scurrying forward, he climbed the taller figure, only to         hang off his shoulder, feet pressed against the other's         chest to hold him up. One paw releasing the shirt, he         pointed a finger at the other in an accusing manner, a         bare of his teeth soon following as he met his gaze.

                    " If I don't get to blow somethin' up,                              'm gonna blow you up, capiche? " 

I am surrounded by the biggest idiots in the galaxy.

     ”Rocket,   you   gotta  stop   rewiring   the   Milano!          Seriously, man, you’re gonna get someone hurt.         At least, ya know, put a giant ‘BOMB’ sign on the         dangerous buttons or something, c’mon.”

          " Calm down, Peter. I know what 'm doin'.              You should thank me, y'know. All these              upgrades can come in good use in the              future. An' watch, you're gonna be grateful              t' have a bomb on board; it might c'me in              handy--oh, and i wouldn't touch that if I              were you. "