raccoon family

Wait a moment. Groot doesn’t like hats, right? But what does a tiny tree-child consider a hat?

I mean, he thought Yondu’s badge was supposed to be a hat, or that Rocket needed a toe or a desk instead of a fin. Groot doesn’t really seem to have a concept for things and their correct names, most likely because he’s still a little child in this form.

So it would be very likely that when Kraglin got the fin implanted, Groot just noted “It’s on his head” and thought it’s a hat.

And Groot doesn’t really like hats. But Kraglin and Peter seem to like the new “hat”.

Cue in here Kraglin, still a bit insecure about his new look (and damn, that’s one hell of a weird feeling, having a steel attachment on your head, not to mention the headache), gets confronted by a very serious Groot, who tugs at him to get his attention. Once the former Ravager looks down, Groot declares, “I am Groot!”

“Um,” Kraglin flails, still not knowing how that is supposed to be a language the little tree is using there, never mind how to understand it. “Rocket?”

“What?” Rocket looks up from his newest invention, frowning when Groot whips around to him, repeating his words. “Oh. He says he noticed your new hat.”

“My new…what?”

“I am Groot.”

“…I think he means the fin.”

“Oh,” Kraglin ponders that for a moment, before, “But that’s not a hat, Groot.”

“I am Groot”

“He doesn’t get it,” Rocket explains, huffing, “Because it’s on your head and only hats go onto your head.”

“’kay, I guess ye could see it as a hat, but why’s that important?”

“I am Groot.”

He wants you to know that he doesn’t like hats.”

“I am Groot.”

“Because they make heads look weird – I already told you, that’s bullshit, Groot.”

“I am Groot!”

“It is!”

Kraglin rolls his eyes, sighing. “Guys, seriously – not important.”

Groot seems to think so, too, because he tugs at whatever bit of Kraglin’s jacket that he can reach again. “I am Groot.”  

Rocket falls eerily silent, not further translating, and the stony look on his face makes Kraglin worry. “What? What ‘e say?”

“He said he will overlook the hat and the weird headform, though, because you’re happy about it.” Rocket seems hesitant to translate the rest, but both Groot and Kraglin stare at him expectantly, and he grumbles. “And he wants all of his family to be happy.”


Now it’s Kraglin who falls silent, speechless by the declaration. Not sure if he should acknowledge the lump in his throat and the burning in his eyes.

But Groot looks up at him with big eyes, waiting for something, and Kraglin manages a weak smile, carefully patting the woody head with one fingertip. “Uh, thanks, lil’ twig.”

“I am Groot!” Groot happily hugs Kraglin as well as he can, standing on his knees, before he hops down and scampers off again, declaring very loudly, “I am Groot!”

Rocket’s chortle seems very close to a rasp, more so than a real laugh, but his teeth glint in a smirk. “He just hopes that no one else will get a hat now.”

Kraglin huffs a laugh and shakes his head at that, secretly rubbing his eyes. “Don’t think so.”

GOTGvol2 Lines That Went From 0-100

Drax: You remind me of my daughter.

Mantis: Disgusting?

Drax: Innocent.

sweetdollfromhell submitted to ask-a-ravager:

Hi, I found this picture of a painting of Yondu from the Comic Com, I don’t know if it possible to put a story behind it. Here is the link: http://tranimation.tumblr.com/post/147894933755/seriously-what-is-this-is-this-an-actual-prop

Sorry to ask so much, but I love the idea of Yondu with a painting of himself like a lord or a king.

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Random family headcanons for the Guardians again:


Rocket is the one to design belts and holster for Kraglin so the other can carry the arrow with him somehow. He waves it off when Kraglin wants to thank him for it, grumbling something about “Just so you’re more useful”.

In “exchange” Rocket takes residence on Kraglin’s shoulder more often than not, claiming that the lanky man is almost the exact right height for him to shoot from.


The first time Gamora allows Mantis to touch her, Mantis breaks into tears before she even does it, sniffling about that she will be careful and not tell anybody no matter what she feels, and thank you, thank you, thank you

Until Gamora breaks with a sigh and carefully envelopes her in a hug, apologizing for threatening her like that before.


Kraglin may or may not be quite a lot more forceful when disposing of people who try to attack his new friends, especially Peter. When Peter points out that he can calm down a bit, he glares at him and mumbles something about “Not takin’ no chances, Pete.”

Peter clamps his mouth shut at that, shuffles around a bit and finally wraps his arm around Kraglin’s suddenly stiff shoulders, squeezing gently until the tension seeps out. “Thanks, dude.”


Drax decides to help Peter with his grief by telling him more about his late family, talking and talking and talking while Peter listens intently and doesn’t dare to interrupt, not even when Drax’ culture would usually have put him off. Somehow, the ordeal becomes a nightly occasion, with Peter slowly opening up about his childhood, noticing with quite some surprise himself that there actually were good days with the Ravagers, even though he had forgotten about them.


Groot insists that he has to be able to fight, too, and wants to grow especially fast. That leads to him wanting to eat more until he makes himself sick, thinking that he will grow through eating enough. They finally have to sit down with him and tell him that it’s okay, he will grow soon enough, and Rocket reminds him that he was able to throw one of the bad Ravagers to his death and that was also fighting, right?

 That calms Groot down enough that he can forget about it for a while, and he runs off to listen to Peter’s music again while the others smile fondly after him.


Peter and Rocket actually take turns at flying now or fly together, rather than arguing over it the whole way.

If Peter tries to be more understanding of Rocket’s mood and Rocket tries to be less angry and bristling, then nobody noticing it comments on it, figuring that it’s just one of many unspoken thing.

ain’t no mountain high enough

Summary: Stark continues looking at Peter. Peter considers the fact that the world is probably going to end within the next few days, and they, collectively, are supposed to be stopping it.

“Uh,” says Peter, waving his fingers a little bit. “It makes you feel really cool. You should try it.”

“We’re not painting our nails to match,” deadpans Stark.

“Well, sure,” says Peter. “But don’t come crawling back to me when you can’t defeat Thanos ‘cause you didn’t wanna harness the power of friendship.”

so this fic came into being for two reasons and two reasons alone. (1) this pure and healing artwork, which is absolutely precious and (2) that one post that’s like – Gamora: “You All Are Not” // Peter: “Y’AIN’T”. i wrote 10k words of fic about nail polish and the power of friendship in space. what a time to be alive. it’s set roughly … a year-ish? after the second movie? and beyond that, etc. peter and gamora have embraced their existence as “married in space”, is what im saying. title’s from the song with the same name OBVIOUSLY, i sincerely hope i’ve done these characters justice bc ive never written for them before, spoilers for vol.2 obviously, and, finally, important to note: I know absolutely nothing about the comics outside of what my little brother has told me in detail, so the line about Everyone Literally Dying is supposed to be a vague plot point reference to the original infinity war comics, wherein according to my brother, everyone literally straight up dies but then the universe is reset and they get up and are totes fine, no big thang. or something. hell if i know. just … ignore it if it’s confusing u, bc it’s confusing me too, i just needed some semblance of plot. enjoy!“You guys … painted your nails to match.”

There’s about three things Peter’s come to know about Tony Stark in the brief period they’ve been acquainted.

One: he appreciates some bangin’ tunes, which Peter has maintained since he was a skinny kid trying to make friends amongst human-eating space pirates is an immediate and automatic reason to respect a man;

Two: he’s kind of secretly scared shitless of Nebula. Peter understands this. Everyone’s kind of secretly scared shitless of Neblua, except for maybe Gamora, of whom many people are also scared shitless (hell yeah, thinks Peter; his wife is so much cooler than him);

Three: the guy’s an asshole, but that’s mostly just how he deals with stuff, which means that he’s an asshole-but-not-really-an-asshole, or at least, the sort of asshole who can be tolerated and even liked. Peter, personally, can relate to this more than most.

But, seriously? He’s hating on the team colours?

“Uh, yeah,” says Peter. “You guys don’t have that?”

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Guardians of the Galaxy: Family, Annoyance, Lost Patience

This is based off of lovely @amazingmsme and her three-word prompt :D I hope you like it and that it was everything you ever dreamed of!

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It was anniversary week for Rocket Raccoon, his least favorite time of the year. And he knew what to expect in terms of feelings, nightmares, and quick tempers for the week. His crew, however, did not. 

Day 1 was capture day. Rocket remained reserved, confining himself primarily in his quarters for the day as Quill and the rest of the team piloted through space. 

There was one interruption coming from the big dense man himself, “Small furry angry creature, will you be eating with us tonight?”

Rocket’s ears twitched at the bluntness of Drax’s speech, and he replied with, “Nah, you go stuff your face. I ain’t hungry.”

“You haven’t eaten all day. And it is impossible to stuff a face, you can only fully stuff a mouth–”

“Alright, get outta here with your stupid factual bullshit!” Rocket tossed a spare bolt at Drax, the tiny object merely bouncing off the other’s muscular chest. 

Drax looked down at his chest and then back at Rocket, “I can see you are thoroughly upset. I will leave now,” and he backed out of Rocket’s space. The raccoon sighed and he shook out his head, getting back to mindless work trying to build something.

Day 2 was needle day. So many tests and needless cruelty to all of his animal senses. Today was Gamora’s turn to test his patience, apparently. 

“I said to fix it, Rocket,” Gamora ordered sternly, a patch of loose wires draped across the floor of the ship. 

Rocket growled, “Why don’t you fix it yourself? Do I have to do everything around here!?” 

“If I knew how, I would!” Gamora yelled right back at the smaller creature, narrowing her eyes at his behavior towards her. She turned around and stormed off without another word. Rocket, in a rage, tied all the wires back up into the wall and secured the loose panel they were supposed to be contained under. He didn’t have the energy to keep up being angry and stubborn about that issue. Plus, it kept him busy. 

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Domestic family headcanons (with some spoilers for GotG 2)


Sleeping piles become a regular, needed thing, given that they all have nightmares from the fight with Ego.

Rocket blames Kraglin and Peter for it, since the both of them mentioned that it was a well-known habits back with the Ravagers (“Good against cold night cycles out here”) but he also can be found wrapped into a ball on someone’s chest or stomach, or wrapped around someone’s neck like a scarf, Groot huddled into his fur, so everyone just shrugs it off as his usual snark.


Mantis becomes an absolute sucker for hugs, since she finds them great and comforting and finds out that they symbolize affection and comfort.

She’s also in love with all the many emotions she can feel even better through the added contact – her hands alone can let her feel emotions, yes, but that’s amplified by a full-on hug.


Gamora doesn’t even realize that she picks up the habit of cutting Groot’s food into tiny pieces for him to chew better, only notices it herself (with some embarrassment) after she’s held out the food-pieces to either Peter or Drax to blow on to cool it down multiple times already.


Groot wants tattoos like Drax or Kraglin – best would be if he can get both – and it takes them days and days to talk him out of it because his wooden skin wouldn’t work for that.

They still manage to find some long-time paint that will not harm the little tree and paint “tattoos” onto him.

(Peter may or may not be crying a bit when Groot demands and arrow on his tiny-forearm, going “We are Groot” when he’s asked why.)  


Rocket starts using basically everyone as a climbing tree, since Groot is still too tiny to carry him, and the height advantage is something he has relied on for years.

If anyone realizes what a trust this displays, then they are smart enough not to mention it.


Playful fights over food become a common thing, with mock-duels with forks and headlocks and kicks to the shin involved.

The only thing Rocket won’t ever fight over with Peter are those “terrible” Beasties-snacks Peter munches happily enough.

“You are disgusting.”

“They are tasty and full of nutrients, so shut it- ey, Kraglin, those are mine, you jerk!”

“Not anymore.”

Disgusting, the both of you.”


Gamora has to explain to Mantis that insults are not really considered affectionate, and than has to correct herself and add that “Maybe they are for our friends here, though” when Mantis points out that their little family insults each other on a regular basis.


Singing seems to be contagious, because suddenly it’s not only Peter doing it anymore.

“Ahahaha, Rocket is singing!”

“I keep telling you, I was just trying to drown out your terrible voice.”


Peter proposes a karaoke night every month, and there is not that much resistance against that.

My TF2 Comic Series

This is a rough idea as to how I’d plan out a new on-going TF2 series if I were given the chance, based on what I know of established plot and my major assumptions about what some of the final developments are likely to be. When (if?) part 7 of the current TF2 comics storyline gets released, a lot of this may get rendered moot. I’m just spit-balling, anyway. It’s fun!

So! Here we go.

Picking back up in the spring of 1974. Everything is different yet also pretty much exactly the same.

Demo gets saddled with Merasmus, first as a roommate, then as a magical mentor. Merasmus knows he must eventually train a successor to carry his arcane knowledge into the future, and while this guy may be drunk half the time, he actually has a lot of potential. And besides, he did Merasmus a solid when he took him in. So Demo embarks on a wondrous-yet-annoying quest to unlock his magical potential and claim his alchemical heritage. Merasmus and Mrs. DeGroot get along like they’ve been friends their whole lives, of course. Demo’s home life becomes a wacky supernatural sitcom starring himself, Merasmus, his mum, and his three familiars Eyelander, Bombnomicon, and Mini Monoculous. (Those three have their own weird dynamic. None of them actually like each other very much.) And hey, magic powers!!!!

Zhanna and Soldier have the biggest, stupidest, most elaborate Hawaiian wedding ever because it’s the furthest thing from that frozen Siberian hellscape she could imagine. (Soldier grumbles a bit that it’s barely even America, but finally relents.) Literally everyone is invited, including any and all NPCs, old enemies, the ghost of Tom Jones, a clan of raccoons, and close family of the mercs. We get to meet Soldier’s weirdly normal family and catch up with Zhanna’s family. Soldier turns into a drama-bomb groomzilla while Zhanna is just overwhelmed with happiness. She falls into a coma from the mental shock and is roused out of it when magical intervention annoys her into returning to reality. Once married, they immediately begin furiously attempting to conceive a child. Like, more than they were before.

Heavy himself is adjusting to his new family situation and being a little overbearing (unintentionally.) His mother is happy to be taken care of, so he moves her to America and builds her a beautiful cottage not too far from where he lives. It has all the amenities, including a high-powered laser mounted on the roof. Zhanna is starting her own family, and he’s secretly giddy at the idea of being an uncle. Yana and Bronislava are both off on their own world-trotting adventures, but they don’t write him as often as he would like. He’s collecting the selfies they mail him from all the exotic locations they visit into a photo album, which he likes to flip through and feel that big brother combination of pride and worry.

Medic has to deal with his past, such as his parents. He’s finally gotten around to going through the box of keepsakes and documents left to him by his mother, where he makes some interesting discoveries, and his elderly father comes sniffing around, presumably to take advantage of his estranged son’s advances in rejuvenatory medicine. Meanwhile, occasional bids from Mephisto, Perdition Representative and current minority shareholder of his souls, to tempt him into trading for more favors are casually swatted away. (I mean, until he actually wants something he can’t accomplish himself.) Medic really shouldn’t underestimate a sufficiently pissed-off devil, though. They have ways.

Throughout every story, hints are occasionally dropped that Pyro is an alien. Some are subtle, some… less so. Someone important apparently takes notice when Pyro begins to be followed around by 70s-era X-Files style FBI agents. Balloonicorn delights in terrorizing them, but Pyro is looking forward to making real good friends! Ultimately, nothing is ever revealed one way or another about Pyro’s nature, so everyone just ends up kind of confused.

Saxton Hale has stepped down as the big boss of Mann Co (handed over to Miss Pauling, who will sometimes call for advice) but remains an investor. He and Mags are now a power couple, but he’s going through a mid-life crisis in which he’s seeking out and wrestling the most legendary, dangerous monsters in the world, which is getting dangerous even for him. Mags has her own complicated feelings about the rekindled relationship, including the baggage from her past marriages, brief as they were. Eventually Saxton must face the fact that the most challenging foe he must wrestle into submission is… HIS DUTY TO MANKIND (and Mags.) They return to Australia to help rebuild after the loss of all the world’s Australium and oppose Charles Darling’s growing post-apocalyptic Thunderdome-esque zoo-based empire.

Sniper has manned a disastrous submarine expedition to the sunken ruins of New Zealand (because he built it himself and refused to ask for help) and barely survived. He reluctantly asks his fellow mercs and Miss Pauling for help in a second expedition, recovering artifacts of his lost heritage in return for sharing it with Mann Co. He also gets roped into Mad Max-esque adventures with Saxton Hale and Mags. And of course, his birth parents are still at-large, which he doesn’t know how to deal with AT ALL.

Miss Pauling is juggling several explosives at once. First, she’s just getting the hang of being Mann Co. boss (including having people do things FOR HER, her assistants Bidwell and Reddy), dealing with the terrorist cult Rise & Shine that’s out to ruin the company, hiring new staff (Driver to help with the cult situation and a new merc liaison to fill her old role, Chicken Girl), forging her vision for the future of Mann Co., and deciding how to deal with the company’s inconvenient ward Olivia Mann. She has her fair share of frazzled moments and sudden urges to dump all her responsibilities and run far, far away, but she never does. That’s not who she is. Oh, and she gets a girlfriend, so that’s nice.

The new liaison Chicken Girl (as everyone insists on calling her after Scout recognizes her) doesn’t actually remember Scout and finds him very aggravating, but not enough to quit her new super-legit job, which she’s actually very good at, once she gets the hang of it. She just wishes they’d stop calling her Chicken Girl. Just “Chick” isn’t an acceptable substitute.

Engie is increasingly called on by Miss Pauling to consult on developing exciting new tech for Mann Co, which is especially important in a world without Australium to fuel effortless scientific discovery. The McMANN is his first such success, and he’s so excited and proud! He collaborated with Driver, the new blood, on its final design, but it was 95% his project. (He’s pretty sure that goes without saying.) Engie spends a lot of his time quietly tinkering away at ideas to make the McMANN even better, but he cooking up some other stuff that he knows Miss Pauling will be interested in. Even though some of it’s a little… weird.

Scout, Spy, and Scout’s ma are awkwardly trying to form a conventional family unit. This is extremely complicated because Scout is still convinced his father is Tom Jones and there are all those older brothers to deal with. The most successful moments happen when Scout’s ma tricks the two of them into spending time with her for a nice outing like a picnic at an outdoor concert, a baseball game, a demolition derby, etc. (Of course, there are shenanigans.) We also learn about the history behind Scout’s parentage.

The Mann brothers are all still hanging around as increasingly irrelevant ghosts, doing silly ghost stuff. Since they’re triplets, none of them can move on unless they all do, and it’s a constant source of arguments. Redmond & Blutarch just want to pull spooky pranks on people, but Gray takes as much time as he can to try to influence and even possess his daughter Olivia, which she eventually starts fighting.

I would include Driver in this new set-up, as previously mentioned. As the new recruit, she’d be the one to ask questions about stuff the audience might want answers to, which is a useful function in fiction where a bunch of crazy shit happens all the time. She’d have her own little character arcs, too, but I’ve gone on enough about all that.

And do keep an eye on that weird new cult that has it out for Mann Co. Rise & Shine? Yeah, I’ve mentioned them a few times. To the public, they seem so cute and harmless, with their chubby smiling mascot of a guru, talk show coverage, novelty songs, and funny comic book series. But we know better.