“ᴅᴜᴅᴇ, ᴅᴏɴ’ᴛ ᴛᴏᴜᴄʜ ᴍʏ ᴡᴀʟᴋᴍᴀɴ… ᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴘᴏɢs.” — ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ᴊᴀsᴏɴ ϙᴜɪʟʟ / sᴛᴀʀ-ʟᴏʀᴅ — ɢᴜᴀʀᴅɪᴀɴ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢᴀʟᴀxʏ — ᴍᴄᴜ — sᴇᴇᴋɪɴɢ ᴍᴀɪɴs — ᴄʜᴇᴍɪsᴛʀʏ ʙᴀsᴇᴅ — sᴇʀɪᴏᴜs / ᴄʀᴀᴄᴋ ʀᴘ — ᴄʀᴏssᴏᴠᴇʀ / ᴏᴄ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅʟʏ

“Aʟʀɪɢʜᴛ, ʏ'ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴋɴᴏᴡ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀɪʟʟ, ᴀ-ʜᴏʟᴇs.” ↻ ғᴏʀ ɢɪғ sᴛᴀʀᴛᴇʀ ﹠ ♡ ғᴏʀ ᴅᴍ ᴘʟᴀɴɴɪɴɢ

“Hey! So uh, listen. Don’t tell #Gamora, but I kinda forgot #Drax, #Nebula, #Rocket and #Groot at an intergalactic gas station on the other side of the galaxy...” Who wants to join our crew of intergalactic A-holes? 𝐀𝐯𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐑𝐨𝐥𝐞𝐬: — Rocket — Groot — Drax — Nebula

“𝚈𝚘𝚞 𝚖𝚎𝚜𝚜𝚎𝚍 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚛𝚘𝚗𝚐 𝚏𝚊𝚖𝚒𝚕𝚢, 𝚊𝚜𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚎...” #𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚛𝚜𝙴𝚗𝚍𝚐𝚊𝚖𝚎 #𝙰𝚟𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚎𝚃𝚑𝚎𝙵𝚊𝚕𝚕𝚎𝚗

Ambles onto the TL, scratching the back of her ear. "Well would ya lookit this sorry mess. What a bunch a' filthy animals." Snickers.

Snickers in the distance. "Oh boy..."

"DAMN!" Snorts several times in a row. "DAMNIT DAMNY-DAMN-DAMN!" Sneezes a a dozen times after. "SON OF A BI-" Sneezes again."

"Humans and their stupid friggin' perfume." Mutters, snorts again. "Think I just caused a tsunami in another galaxy..."

Ambles in to see Rocket drunk as a skunk... ... tries to ninja vanish back out

"I got a /drunk/ Racoon here - he's savvy with tech. Whose up for bids? Starting at 50 units, ho' what a bargain!"

"Seriously though... /What/ am I supposed to do with a drunk Racoon?"

"The human (writer) just ate cookies for breakfast...meaning whatever mouth filter she had is gone, and whatever class /I/ had will be too."

|| Religion is the /problem/? *Leaves before the f**king ignorance on this TL makes me say things I won't regret.

Yawns, whiskers fanning over her muzzle. With a wrinkle over her nose, she gives a stretch before sprawling spread-eagle on the floor.

❝A ʙᴏᴍʙ? Aʜ... Yᴇs. Yᴇs ᴛʜᴇʀᴇ·s ᴀ ɢᴏᴏᴏᴅ ᴄʜᴀɴᴄᴇ ᴛʜɪs ɪs ᴀ ʙᴏᴍʙ. Hᴇʏ, ʏᴏᴜ ɢᴏɴɴᴀ ᴇᴀᴛ ᴛʜᴀᴛ?❞ ✓ #GᴏᴛG₂ ʀᴘ ✓ #ᴏᴄ ✓ #ʟᴅᴍ ✓ ᴏᴘᴇɴ ғᴏʀ ʀᴘ

"Do I work out in the buff? Yes. Yes I do."

|| Basically Red right now...

Ear twitch, fur bristling on the scruff of her neck. "Are humans meant t' be makin' noises like that?" x.com/WebbedSpy/stat…

Deadpans. "The hell is a daddy kink."

Echoes the infamous words Rocket. "...You got issues, Quill."