So, mom just blew my mind by coming up with a headcanon.
I was remembering out loud the scene in GotG when Groot was bemoaning his lost arm after Gamora cut it off, and Rocket told him to stop being a baby because it would just grow back. Mom then pointed out how Rocket wanted that guy’s prosthetic leg as a joke too, and that his apathy over lost limbs is because he himself has been taken apart and put back together and had parts added to him so that now he no longer cares when other people get hurt because it’s already happened to him and he had to pull through it all by himself. Then she basically dropped the mic and walked outside, leaving me to wonder what the heck just happened.
Later I asked and she said it occurred to her because of course my grandma had a leg amputation when mom was eighteen. Rocket’s attitude just seemed natural to her.
I am trying to clear out some old asks, and old projects this weekend. I am toying with opening the asks again this weekend. Don’t make me regret it or I’ll sick Square mom on you. Also, I think I am getting better at drawing the SU characters.
tried drawing a 2017 canola oiler (aka fanon tiff mom) reboot where shes just Generic Blue Mutant™ instead of a dwarf but then i realized shed just be smurfette and thats. thats just it. tiffanys parents, billy and smurfette
My first foray into The 100, but guys, it’s pretty much the same dynamic as Gadge, only Bellamy (who is very much like Gale) just has one sibling (a baby sister, maybe 8 years younger) and Clarke’s (who is pretty much fanon Madge) mom is the one in political power. They were living on a space station after the earth got nuked, but the station (the Ark) was running out of power so they sent 100 teenage delinquents to Earth to see if it’s habitable (it is, and there are other survivors on Earth called Grounders). Both Bellamy’s mom and Clarke’s dad were executed (sent out the airlock, aka floated) for treason. That’s pretty much all you need to know to follow along. My main reason for writing this fic can be found here.
Clarke woke to someone shaking her shoulder roughly. Bellamy loomed over her, his brow knitted. “What?” she asked groggily. “What’s wrong?”