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You Drive Me Crazy (Star Lord Reader Insert)

Anon Request: May I please request a star lord one shot where you and Peter really hate each other and you always disobey his orders and you’re both constantly fight but there’s lots of sexual tension and one day you and him get trapped in the ship and you’re yelling at him and he’s had enough and smutty smut where we get dominant star lord? Thank you you soooo much oh and btw I ADORE YOUR WRITING💕/hiiii, so idek how to say this but i really want a ‘bad girl’ and spanking/daddy kink going on with our sexy star-dork, i meant, star-lord. let’s make it very rough and animalistic. oh god i need help im sorry im awkward. thank you so much and im a fan of your work :)

Warnings: smut, language, orgasm denial, daddy!kink, spanking, overall roughness

Words: 2836

i’m so sorry i haven’t posted in like 10 years but here ya go! enjoy!


The loud slam of your door echoed through the ship. God, you needed to either punch something or scream. He was so goddamn infuriating and you were reaching your breaking point. Peter was always on your ass about something and he was especially pissy today just because you didn’t listen to him on the mission.

Essentially, your plan was much better than his. But because he was the great Star Lord and everything had to go his way or else he’d throw a bitch fit, you went with his idea. Basically, you were sent out to stop some group of galactic douchebags who were on a rampage planet over planet, stealing and murdering innocent people. Their leader was an easy target, for he was obnoxious and gaudy whenever he made his appearance.

“Stay behind and wait for the signal,” Peter ordered. You rolled your eyes, but cooperated and got into place with him behind the grimy dumpster. However, the leader came stumbling out of the bar he was currently pillaging. He was obviously inebriated, judging by his slightly greened, yellow skin and the sloppy smile painted across his face. And, there were also only three of his bodyguards with him. There couldn’t have been a more golden opportunity.

Moving to charge at them, Peter stopped you by grabbing your ankle. He was still crouched on the ground and he shot you warning look that let you know if you did this, you’d be in trouble later. Deep down, you relished in pissing him off, so you silently blew him a kiss and slipped out from behind your hiding place.

It was almost too easy enough taking them down. A few good punches and a swift kick to the groin later, they were all whining on the ground like newborns babies. Even though you’d earned yourself a nice bruise to the cheek, you grinned valiantly in Peter’s direction. However, the loud bang of the bar door being kicked open made you jump and, once the rest of the group saw their leader was on unconscious on the ground with you standing over him, and all out warfare began. You were lucky enough to dodge the first few blasts of gunfire and run back behind the dumpster as the Guardians shot back.

Once the firing had stopped and bodies lied splayed across the ground, you sighed and ran your fingers through your hair calmingly. Your wrist was gripped tightly by none other that Quill, who pulled you up harshly from your stooped position into a standing one.

“What the hell happened to the plan?” he gritted. You tried pulling your hand away but he was stronger, especially when he was angry.

“I improvised,” you replied coolly. This time, you were successful in ripping your arm back and you turned on your heel before walking away. Usually, this was his cue to shut up and drop it. But, when you heard his heavy footsteps behind you and felt his taut grip on your upper arm, it seemed as though this was far from over.

“Don’t walk away from me!” he yelled, stopping you in place. Your eyes widened slightly at the volume of his voice, for he was never one to really yell, but you quickly recouped yourself. “I am sick and tired of you not listening to me! You’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep pulling stupid shit like this!”

To be fair, he was right. You didn’t listen to him or anyone for that matter. Taking orders from someone else was something you rarely did and, because of that fact, there were always problems between Peter and yourself. He wanted to control you, you didn’t want to be controlled.

“Back off, Star Bitch,” you fought back, using that name you knew he loathed. “I took him down just like I was supposed to. What more do you want from me?”

“I want you to stop acting like a bratty little kid and take orders properly!” He stepped closer to you in an attempt to be intimidating. You moved even closer, unafraid while almost completely closing the space between you two.

“I don’t need to take orders from anyone, especially you!”

Peter’s glare was hard, eyes narrowed and ablaze. You weren’t scared of him whatsoever and definitely weren’t going to be talked down to like you were born yesterday. The bickering and fighting continued all the way back to the ship and was only interrupted when the talking tree said his only line.

“I am Groot.”

“Haha, I was thinking the same thing,” Rocket laughed. Simultaneously, you and Peter both directed your daggering glances from each other to the small raccoon. He held his paws up in defense and shook his head, still chuckling obnoxiously. “Hey, don’t look at me. I didn’t say it.”

“Then what did he say?” you demanded.

“That you two should just do it already.” Unintentionally, your jaw dropped at the insane thought. You, luckily, were able to fight down the heat that threatened to crawl up your cheeks and come up with something to say back so you didn’t look as dumbfounded as you felt.

“Sorry, but huge asshole isn’t my type.”

“Well, aggravating bitch isn’t mine,” Peter retorted. You huffed and rolled your eyes, storming back to your bunk. This was always happening, but it’d never gone this far. Anger boiled deep within you and your mind wandered around murder and how to get away with it.  There suddenly was a loud pounding at your door and you groaned loudly as you were forced to get up. After maliciously flinging the door open the door, it was none other than Quill again.

“And by the way- whoa!” He was cut off short by his body being forced in a collision with yours. Losing your balance, the both of you fell to the ground in a heap with the weight of his body almost crushing you completely. You caught a glimpse of Drax before the the door slammed shut, meaning he was the one who pushed him, and a heavy click followed. Shoving Peter off, you got up and went to open the door. When you pressed the button, and an ear piercing hiss was heard. Judging by the sound, someone must’ve rewired your door to lock from the outside and you resorted to pounding your hands against it.

“Let us out!” you called, still thumping your palms against the exit.

“Oh no, neither of you are getting out of there until you make up… or make out,” Rocket announced through the door. You faintly heard him snicker to himself before he continued. “Seriously though, you guys are giving us all a headache.”

“If you don’t let us out of here, I swear I’m going to skin you alive,” you threatened, desperate to leave this confined space. Especially when Peter was in there with you.

“We’ll be back later and if you have to go, try holding it in. Have fun!”

“Rocket!” you screamed. Giving up, you turned around and leaned back against the door, sliding down into a slump on the floor.

You went for God knows how long without talking. How long had it been? Minutes? Hours? The concept of time seemed to disappear more and more as the tension grew the same. Finally, he spoke.

“This is all your fault,” Peter muttered to himself, now lounging like a fat cat on top of your bed. How dare he?

“You got something to say, Star Bitch?” you sassed, getting up from your seated position. You strutted over to the bed where he lied lazily with his hands folded behind his head and you put your own hands on your hips. At the mention of the nickname he hated, Quill glared up at you and sat up.

“Yeah, (Y/N), I do. This is all your fault,” he repeated while standing up so he could tower over you.

“Please elaborate for me.”

“Well maybe, just maybe, if you listened to me for once in your goddamn life,” he explained condescendingly whilst taking steps forward, urging you to step back, “none of this would’ve happened.”

“Well maybe, just maybe, you can kiss my ass.” And with that, you pushed past him and went to sit on your bed, arms folded under your chest. However, he quickly pulled you up from your seated position and slammed you against the wall, holding your wrists down so you couldn’t move. His movements were fast and, on impact, almost knocked the wind out of your lungs. “Get your hands of me you piece of-”

You were cut off short by his lips pressed in a bruising kiss against yours. It was astonishing, for it was the last thing you expected. A war raged within your mind, battling between whether to still be angry or not. It was very confusing. You welcomed yelling and screaming, maybe even some hitting, but this newfound intimacy was shocking. And judging by the growing warmth in the pit of your stomach, you weren’t completely dissatisfied with it. An unintentional moan escaped your throat as your eyes fluttered closed and you finally joining in the kiss.

Your wrists were still pinned against the wall so you unable to touch him and his grip tightened even more as he moved to nip sensually at your neck. Gasping as his teeth sunk into your delicate flesh, he sucked a mark then move to whisper against your ear.

“You need to learn how to listen and not be so defiant,” he muttered, his voice an octave lower than usual, “and, obviously, I’m gonna be the one to have to teach you.”

Even though his tone was an enormous turn on, his words themselves were not. Something in the back of your mind still didn’t sit well with obeying him, but you played along with his little game anyways.

“Now,” he began as he released your hands to grab your ass instead, “what was it you were about to call me?” You hesitated, debating on whether or not to actually tell him you were going to call him a piece of shit. But he was impatient and demanded your answer by pressing his thigh against your pant-clad, yet heated, core. You threw your head back against the wall and began melting slowly. “Answer me.”

“Daddy,” you moaned, not actually meaning to call him that. As soon as it slipped out, you immediately felt embarrassed and awaited a snarky remark about your secret kink.

“That’s more like it,” he hummed. This whole experience was just surprise after surprise and, to be honest, you didn’t want it to stop. “Anything I say, you do and you ask for permission otherwise. Understand?”



“Yes,” you corrected yourself. “Yes, Daddy.”

“Go over to the bed.”

You wanted to put up a fight, you wanted to give him a hard time but your legs were already shuffling towards his desired spot. He strutted up behind you and moved your hair to one side to leave rough kiss on the nape of your neck. His lips smirked against your skin when you moaned and Quill forced you onto the bed on your hands and knees. You kept your face forward and suddenly felt your pants being tugged past your hips, consequently exposing your butt to the mild air of the vessel. His fingers traced the curve of your bottom and you shivered with delight, feeling yourself getting wetter with anticipation.

“Count them,” he ordered. Before you could question what he meant, a hard slap made contact with your skin. It stung badly but he soothed it over with the palm of his hand.

“One,” you said, breathing uneven. Smack after smack after smack, your cheeks turning bright red under his hard touch. You were at 13 now and you could barely take anymore. Peter could tell by your heavy pants that you were though and flipped you over so that your back was pressed against the soft mattress.

Peter took his jacket off and threw it across the room a little too dramatically. It fell into the corner with a loud thud and you would’ve laughed at his over-intense attitude had your clothes not been practically being ripped off.

Your top was ripped over your head, your bra snapped open, your pants pulled off your legs, leaving you only in your panties. In the heat of the moment, you forgot the rules and tried pulling at his soft cotton shirt. Quill stopped, smacking your hands away and grabbing your jaw to make your look at him. His eyes were cold and serious and you felt anxious as you lie naked underneath him.

“What did I say?” he asked harshly.

“Anything you say, I do and I ask for permission otherwise,” you repeated his words from before meekly.

“Good girl. And did you ask permission to take off my clothes?”

“Peter, c’mon, I-”

“Excuse me?”

“Daddy, please. I want you,” you begged. Your body was hot and on fire, for all you wanted was him. It was taking too long and patience wasn’t one of your virtues. He began trailing kisses down your body and you shivered under each one. His teeth grazed over your hip bone as his finger hooked under the waistband of your underwear. Then, he pried you thighs open, holding your legs tightly in place and exposing your wetness.

Peter nipped and sucked at the sensitive skin of your inner thigh, the scruff of his beard slightly tickling you.

“Daddy,” you pleaded again, desperate for something. He chuckled a little to himself before ghosting his tongue all the way up your pussy, getting a full taste. You gasped at the terrific sensation, which egged him on. He sucked on your clit, licked patterns around and dipped his tongue inside you. My God, he was good at this. It seemed as though he was everywhere at once, a climax slowly consuming you. Your lower stomach burned with need and you called out his name, so close to it. Then he pulled away completely. You looked down to see his that stupid smirk he always wore. He crawled up to kiss you, tasting yourself on his lips.

“It’s about time I make you as frustrated as you make me. You don’t come until I say so.”

“God, Peter, I swear- oh!” He curled his fingers inside you, stroking your g-spot with each pump. Just like before, you were at the edge only to be left there without release when he pulled away again. It took everything in you not to just finish yourself off, but you waited as best you could as you watched him remove his garments. You reveled in his incredible physique, his line of work keeping him in amazing shape.

Then he pounced on you, completely nude with a striking erection. His muscles were robust, his body hard against yours. He smelled of his masculine cologne and intoxicating musk that you could get used to. You waited for it, the sweetness you’d feel when he was finally giving it to you, but it never came. Instead, he littered your neck with kisses and bites which, while it was enjoyable, you wanted to cherry on top.

“Daddy, I want you to fuck me, please,” you whined. He grinned against you skin then moved to nibble on your ear.

“Are you gonna listen to me from now on? Be a good girl for me?” he bargained. When the words ‘good girl’ fell from his lips, your hunger only grew more insatiable. You’d never nodded harder in your life and as soon as you agreed, because you knew he wanted it too, he thrust into you. A loud moan was heard on your part and you were thankful everyone was gone or else they would’ve surely heard it.

His cock was thick and filled you perfectly. Peter started off slow, then picked up and an incredible pace. You were already so close, but you held out the best you could. His skin was dewy and you wanted to lick every inch of it.

“Daddy, please can I?” you breathed needily.

“Go ahead, babygirl.” In a matter of second, with the help of that little pet name, you were shouting his name to the rooftops as you finally got what you wanted. Heat flashes and stars consumed you as you exhaled, feeling all the tension wash away. Quill came too, a heavy grunt and a ‘fuck’ enacted from him.

He rolled down next to you, both of you sweaty and sticky but satisfied completely. About 2 minutes later, the same loud click from before was heard and you had just enough time to cover your exposed body before Rocket strolled in with a grossed out look on his face.

“So, I see you two… made up,” he hesitated. You couldn’t help laughing a little and Peter joined in. Rocket groaned and turned to leave. “You humans are so disgusting, I swear…”

Help (i need someone)

This was supposed to be a few paragraphs of “i had a thought” so of course it ended up over 1k. Oops?

I might write this eventually, i sort of wrote this already, but it’s not!fic style, I’ll be expanding it in the next few days, but if you get inspired, feel free to run with it, just tag me please!

So, you know how animals will occasionally seek help from humans? Like, a momma cat whose kittens are stuck in a drain pipe, or a raccoon who gets its paw trapped in a pop can, etc?

Think feral Derek who gets injured (either just after the fire he goes full shift feral or after finding Laura, or a random thing whatever, just he’s a wolf and has been for sometime now) and he gets injured. Caught in a trap or maybe he finds an injured thing, or maybe he’s stuck in a plastic ring thing that someone left behind from a picnic and he’s kind of forgotten how to be human, so he needs a hand, and so he howls for help.

Stiles has been hearing a wolf howling for weeks now, but when he mentions it is just met with “There are no wolves in California” but, you know our curious boy is not going to give up. So he’s been walking through the preserve investigating. He’s pretty sure he’s narrowed down where the wolf is living now, so when he hears a particularly urgent sounding howl, he’s in his Jeep and on the road before the sound is even finished echoing.

When he gets close to where he wants to turn into the preserve he sees a huge, black wolf, limping (or trying to get his attention, depending on whether Derek is injured, stuck, or being a good boy, er, Samaritan…).

So Stiles stops the car abruptly and, unthinking, leaps out of the car and runs toward the animal, practically skidding to a stop as he drops down in front of it, asking “What’s wrong, big guy, huh?” And Derek. Derek is momentarily stunned because this human just all but launched himself at him and that’s… not normal? Also, he smells really good (and familiar, definitely the human that’s been walking through the woods on the edges of his territory) and his hands that are absently petting Derek’s fur and checking for injuries feel really nice, and it’s all kind of jumbled in his head because he’s been running mostly on instinct for a while, and what he really wants to do is push his nose into the human’s neck and scent him and then push him over onto the ground and curl up around him.

But. He had a reason for venturing out of the relative safety of the woods. He needed help.

So he manages to communicate to the boy whatever it is that he needs, and Stiles obliges (i don’t know what’s cuter, some ridiculous litter caught around him or him leading Stiles to some trapped kittens) and then Stiles convinces the big wolf to get in his car (not that it takes much, Derek really wants to go with him) and takes him home, gets him clean and dry, figures out how to explain it to his dad…

Stiles finds the wolf curled up around his pillow (you can’t blame Derek, it smelled so good, okay) and after unsuccessfully trying to convince him to move to the end of the bed, gives up and lies down next to him with a grumbled “listen dude, i know you understand me, you did everything else i asked you to do, even let me give you a bath, which even dogs don’t do calmly. You’re not a normal wolf, buddy” to which Derek replies with a huff and a nuzzle at Stiles’ hand demanding to be pet as he apologizes. As Stiles scratches Derek’s head lightly, the truth of what he said hits him: this is not a normal wolf.

As he falls asleep, he’s already thinking about what to research in the morning.

He convinces his dad he’s fostering the wolf-dog for Dr Deaton, Scott’s boss at the vet clinic, and John quickly grows to enjoy the giant “dog” he even encourages him to sit with him while he reads over case files and half watches the game. As the days pass and he spends more time with the incredibly obedient wolf, who responds and reacts more like a human than an animal, and he does more and more digging into lore and local history, he starts to think he’s got it figured out.

They’ve been arguing about names, because Stiles needs something to call him. So far, the wolf has grouched about all nicknames (dude gets an especially emphatic unhappy sound) and done a decent canine version of an eye roll at a series of popular dog names. After a couple weeks, Stiles sits down in front of the wolf and pets him, holds his face with both hands and scritches behind his ears.

“Hey pal. I think I’ve figured out what to call you, but i need you to promise you won’t get mad like when i suggested Balto,okay? And i need you to promise you won’t like, run away or rip my throat out with those impressively big teeth of yours, yeah?”

Derek tilts his head in the best unimpressed agreement he can muster as a wolf (and he’s been having a hard time staying as a wolf lately, he wants to know what Stiles’ hands he’ll like on his skin and talk to John about baseball. He’s starting to remember what being human feels like. He’s even woken up half shifted a few times, human arms wrapped around Stiles and the beat of his heart under his fingertips, a growing ache in his chest).

“I think,” Stiles sighs and bumps his forehead against Derek’s. “I think i should be calling you Derek.” Stiles holds his breath and Derek freezes then tries to pull away, shaking his head as he feels the wolf falling away. “Derek, please, please stay calm, it’s okay. I know what happened, i get it. Please. ”

And Stiles’ hands are splayed and there’s no stutter in his heart beat, and his voice is quiet and pleading, so Derek stops fighting, stops holding onto the wolf, lets the shift fall away until it’s just him, kneeling uncertainly on Stiles’ bedroom floor. He takes a deep breath before he can meet Stiles’ eyes, when he does they both gasp a little, each struck by the beauty of the other, and Stiles in awe at the transformation he’s witnessed: the confirmation of the supernatural overwhelming, but not as overwhelming as the man crouched in front of him.

As a wolf, Derek had become a best friend of sorts; a faithful companion and confidant, even as Stiles began to suspect his true nature, he still felt safe telling him all his secrets.

After a long moment staring at each other, a grin spreads across Stiles’ face. “Hi.”

Derek swallows hard and manages a rough sounding “Hi” his vocal chords no longer accustomed to the shape of words.

Eventually, after looking at each other with soft smiles, Stiles momentarily holding in a million questions, Derek growing used to the way his body and his mind feel when he’s human, they get up. Stiles moves close and reaches a hand up to feel Derek’s face, repeating a soft “Hi” around an even softer grin, Derek leans into the touch and it’s easy to drift together to the bed. Stiles gets Derek some pyjama pants and tries not to look as he changes before sitting beside him, their hands lacing together easily as they talk for hours, falling asleep briefly until the sound of John’s car wakes them.

Stiles tells his dad the dog had to go back to Deaton and they both mourn his loss, John starts talking about getting a new dog. After a couple days of hiding Derek, Stiles introduces him to the Sheriff as a human. They get along even better than before, much to everyone’s relief. (They probably spin a story about Derek’s apartment flooding or something a few days later to get John to offer the spare room, because hiding a full grown man is hard, and Derek isn’t ready to be a person around other people yet. When Stiles has visitors he hides)

It takes time, but Derek grows comfortable in his skin again, and after they’ve known each other many months as people, they go from being Derek and Stiles to DerekandStiles and it’s as easy as it ever was for them to curl around each other, whisper secrets and fall asleep to rhythm of one another’s heartbeat.

D&D Homebrew:“The Awoken”

So I think my new favorite thing in D&D is the 5th level “Awaken” spell. For a steep material cost, the caster can grant one normal, non-magic animal (or plant!) baseline human-level intelligence and gives them the ability to speak one language. Basically, you can impart sentience on your faithful animal companion, your paladin’s steed, a villager’s dog, or that tree over there. 

For a GM this opens up a whole new sandbox of NPCs to play with. Maybe the party encounters an Awoken Dire Wolf that protects the forest around a small village, an Otter-cleric of Umberlee that lives on the docks of a port town, a bard doing a duo street-act with their Awoken ferret partner. And there’s the in-world reactions to them: how do townsfolk of an area treat them? Do they have legal rights on Awakening, or considered abominations of magic gone too far?

Of course, since intelligent talking animals are- canonically- possible, a player could arguably say…make a character sheet for an Awakened raccoon. And…maybe that magic talking raccoon with hand-like paws is an artificer-gunsmith class. 

All I’m saying is: you can totally play Rocket Raccoon in Dungeons and Dragons.

Preschool (Guardians of the Galaxy)

Requested by @grootiez

Request: The guardians get Groot ready for preschool. Rocket proudly carries Groot into school, where Groot is a little anxious and cries when Rocket leaves. However, Groot is all smiles when the guardians pick him up and he excitedly talks about his day. That is, until Rocket finds a note in his bookbag explaining Groot got a detention AND a suspension on his 1st day. Rocket freaks out and says “Who gets a detention AND a suspension on their 1st day of PRESCHOOL?”

Also after this request there will only be x reader and would include’s allowed, as seen in my bio. Thank you!



“Hurry up, he’s gonna be late you idiots!” Rocket yelled. He had already landed the Milano and was currently waiting for the rest of the guardians. Drax, Gamora and Quill hurry out of the ship, Gamora’s hands were behind her back. She held them out to reveal Groot, who wore a tiny uniform with a backpack slung over his shoulder. The raccoon huffed, letting his woody friend climb up onto his shoulder. “Come on, let’s get moving!”

After a 10 minute jog, the Guardians arrived at the building. It was a short white and blue structure, kids of all species were lined up outside with their parents, waiting to be let inside. The baby tree lets out a small whimper, beginning to feel anxious as he attempts to hide behind Rocket’s neck. The raccoon sighs, pulling Groot off his back and holding him eye level in his paw.

“Dude, calm down you’ll be fine.” The furry mammal assures, looking at his companions for help.

“Yeah, everyone is new here. I’m sure you’ll fit in.” Quill comments, shooting the baby tree a smile. Groot begins to cry, sitting down in Rocket’s paw and burying his face in his little hands. His shoulders shake violently as he sobs in fear.

“Quill! You’re supposed to make him feel better, not make him cry!” Rocket shouts at the Terran, glaring at him before trying to cheer Groot up.

“Maybe he will feel better if the other kids cry?” Drax suggests, cracking his knuckles. The Guardians’ eyes widen, shaking their heads quickly. The school bell rings, signalling all the children to gather into the building, waving goodbye to their family members. The raccoon sets Groot down on the ground and gently nudges him forward, shooing him into the school. A staff member sees the tree, who is almost drowning in his own tears, and kindly escorts him to his classroom. The group sighs in unison, walking away to go wander the streets to kill time.


The baby tree struts out the doors, beaming proudly. He exited the building about 15 minutes after all the other kids. The Guardians exchange confused glances before Rocket picks him up, asking how his day was.

“I am Groot!”

The raccoon looks to the rest of the group, “He said it was great.”

“I am Groot.”

“And that he’s hungry.”

Gamora chuckles, “We have plenty of food back on the ship. Come on.” She gestures in the direction of the Milano and the others follow behind her, happy that Groot enjoyed his school day.

Once they got back to the ship, Groot threw his backpack down and ran to the fridge, Gamora followed behind to help him. Rocket picks up his bag, unzipping it to check if he had any homework. Instead, he found a sticky note with cursive writing stuck to one of his notebooks. He curiously picks it up, trying to make out the words from the fancy writing. Quill and Drax peer over his shoulders, trying to get a look at the note.


During the lunch hour, Groot was found fighting three other students. He had been punching them and even pulled a blaster out on one. Two children are covered in cuts and splinters, and one has serious injuries. Although his abilities are truly impressive, they will not be tolerated in our learning environment. Groot is suspended for a week due to his behavior and has already finished his detention after school today.”

Rocket’s jaw dropped after reading the letter out loud. The baby tree and Gamora enter the room, the green woman raises a brow. The raccoon ran a paw through his fur in stress. “Who gets detention and a suspension on the first day of preschool?!” Groot shrugs and smiles innocently as his friends shake their head at him in disbelief.

“I am Groot!”

“Yes, I’m proud that you’re using strategies I taught you… But they weren’t meant for school!” The raccoon exclaims, letting out a defeated sigh, which ended up morphing into a chuckle. “And we wonder why we’re always in trouble…”

Only One For Me

Anonymous requested: Could you do a gamora x reader where someone keeps flirting with the reader and gamora gets jealous but she doesn’t want the reader to know but the reader finds out anyway and reassures gamora she only wants her

Fandom: Guardians of the Galaxy
Pairing: Gamora x reader
Word count: 1.5k

Tags: @geeky-girl-394 @thebreakerofchains @fortheloveofbenyandtom @zombieannamilton @high–power @im-in-love-with-a-fictional-girl

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Curing with borax and salt.
Been getting lots of curing questions.. there are posts under my DIY projects link with dry preservation and wet preservation but i figured why not do a more simplistic rambling post on home mummification.
You can cure pretty much anything you want with borax and salt… from animal hides to small rodent feet….from full bird capes and skins to entire heads. Depending on what you are curing, your climate and your curing environment the process can take as little as a couple weeks to as long as a year.
Right now ive got a bunch of natural remains in various stages of curing and completion, Since our move to the rainforest environment of the washington woodlands, usual curing time for me has almost doubled thanks to the perpetual rainfall and humidity ( which i LOVE!)
One thing that has been such a perpetual inquiry is how long certain things will take to cure, always remember it depends on size, how much flesh and fat it has, your environment and curing set up.
Hot dry places will have a faster curing time opposed to more warm wet environments… moisture tends to provoke the decomposition process so when you are curing in a wet humid environment its best to go a bit overboard with the borax/salt and exchange it out every couple weeks so the moisture doesnt stay contained within the curing solution and flesh… dry environments dont
necessarily need to exchange out the curing solutions as frequently, mostly when replacing the borax/salt solutions in drier climates its for odor prevention rather than moisture prevention.
Another thing to keep in mind is the size and amount of flesh…. little mice feet,bird wings, small bird feet,smaller tails and the like, take only a couple of weeks to fully cure, this is because they dont have much flesh for the curing solution to soak and extract through.

* when curing, always make sure your curing container is able to breath… last thing you want in any climate is a closed container with fleshy bits trying to cure in something that will
sweat condensation…
Ive done that a few times with mason jars and mice… leading to a bunch of condensation so when i opened the jar there was a nice pop,hiss and a smell you wouldnt believe.

For larger feet like cats,dogs,deer,raccoon etc will take quite a bit longer since there is a much thicker amount of flesh for the solution to work through… for anything larger than a raccoon paw… it helps to rub the borax or salt solution under as much of the skin as you can or make a small slit down the center to fill and rub down with the solution…. you can even
skin what you are curing and rub the skin and flesh down before sewing and putting it back together… every bit helps when mummifying.

How can you tell your piece is done curing?
Well personally i wait until ALLLLLLL moisture is gone from the flesh and limbs are no longer flexible..
I find that leaving even a hint of moisture within flesh even if its been cured , can leave a strange
odor….. so to keep safe and make sure there is no odor or possibility of future decomp, i cure until
everything is dried, stiff as hell and flesh is hard to the touch

Another common question is odor…. odor can come hand in hand with mummification… alot of it depends on how fresh your remains are when you start the process, moisture and general upkeep.
The best thing for me when trying to keep odor down is to always mix in cedar sprigs, burn cedar, layer the curing container with cedar or even pine or use cedar and pine as a stuffer for creatures that have been gutted…. cedar is a great bug and pest repellant,it is a wonderful aid for mummification
( especially when burned or ground and mixed into the solution or rubbed on the flesh)  as well as carrying great magical properties that are beneficial for working with remains.
After the curing process you can take your remains and hot box them with cedar smoke to further mummify and allow it to absorb the very sweet woodland aroma of burning cedar… same for pine, rosemary and various other plants. If that doesnt take away your odor you can repeat the smoke process a few times, air dry, sun dry or give a dry soak in some loose leaf teas/herbs….
Lavender/clove/cinnamon/dried citrus peels/ dried rosemary/rose/mint and pretty much any other aromatic herb would be great for a dry herb bath!

Home preservation and mummification is a cheap affordable way to collect mementos of fallen souls and keep their memory alive.

You can get as technical or intricate as you like or keep it basic and simple.
Rubbing skins with honey and resin, burning herbs to dry and cure, using the sun to naturally mummify, using salt, using borax,
using alcohol, formalin, cornmeal, teas, barks so on and so forth. There are endless possibilities for curing at home.

Please keep in mind that i am NOT a professional when it comes to these things, i am self taught so my ways of preservation may be much different than the professional taxidermist and curator

A curing container with full racoon head. The container is nothing more than
2 plastic potting containers lined with sprigs of cedar and pine, then filled with borax and salt

The racoon head after a few weeks in the solution, notice the eyes, nostrils and even the mouth
have all been filled and packed with borax and salt.

Next curing container is a plant drain tray, again filled with curing solution and sprigs of cedar.
This little tray has about 30 small pieces curing, from mouse heads, to tails and feet, from raccoon paws to squirrel bits.

photo below shows 2 small rat heads, a back raccoon paw, to back rat feet, 1 forward paw and tail.
looking in the container you can see the partial squirrel head, more rat heads, tails, paws and small cedar pieces.

The rat feet and tails are about done, the raccoon paw will need another couple weeks and the heads will probably need another week if not 2.

Photo below
A plate filled with rodent skins, skins have all been rubbed down with salt and borax
and then placed on a plate with a layer of old coffee grounds, layer of borax, layer of salt and of course some
The coffee grounds are experimental for odor control and pest repellant.


Starkquill prompt

New prompt / Mantis touching Tony and everybody see how he feels / like always english is not my first langage so be cool and send me a PM if you see some mistakes I need to correct ! :)

When the guardians where finally on earth for Peter - he wanted to see the planet he left years ago - they got the surprise to see a team called the Avengers. Those guys jumped on them right know and after some talk, they learned that this heroes already got a visit from some “aliens” and were scared to see them coming here with bad thoughts in mind.

Finally, a man named Fury allowed them to stay for a while here, in Tony’s giant tower.

When they met Tony for the first time without his armor, Peter asked Mantis to never touch him. He looked so sad, so tired of his life, and the leader of the guardians knew this Stark guy was going to be really mad if someone saw his broken soul.

Now, they were in the Stark tower for two months and things were going pretty well. Tony was actually very sweet with them, and Peter used to think he was a little more happy too. The hero loved working on some tech stuff with Rocket - nobody could understand them when they were talking about this. He was kinda scared of Gamora at first - it seems like she makes him think to someone else - but it was really better now, and he hanged out with her sometimes. They especially liked to make fun of Peter.

With Drax, it was kinda funny to see Tony using metaphors and the guy being totally lost about this.

Tony is also the only one with Rocket who is able to understand Groot - and looking at this three laughing makes Peter’s heart melt of joy. In this two months, he developed sort of a big crush on the genius. He always loved to flirt but with Tony it was really different - he knew the guy was sad, broken and he didn’t want to hurt him anymore with his stupid feelings. So he didn’t say anything and continue to enjoy Tony’s presence - even if sometimes he can’t help himself but flirt a little.

Stark talked about the team Cap to them - and if the guardians didn’t say a word, they were really mad to learn how those guys acted with their new friend. He was really sweet with them and didn’t deserve all this hate.

This day, Tony was in the kitchen with Groot, playing with some strange toys and little robots. The playboy was laughing softly, a shy smile on his face when he noticed Peter.

“Hey, ” Iron man said.

“Hey Starlight,” the leader of the guardians answered with a big smile, really happy to see his friend turning red.

“Stop this” Tony laughed.

Obviously he didn’t trust him about the flirt. He was to used to this, to all the lies. But it wasn’t enough to stop Peter - he was decided to show him his support, and his love.

“I am serious, you look cute when you play with Groot”.

Tony wanted to say something but Friday said suddenly :

“Sir, we got a call from director Fury”.

Stark’s face frowned at this and answered :

“And what ?”

“We have to talk about the Accords now, Stark” the voice of the director said without a hello.

He sounded already annoyed by all of this.

“I thought all of this was done” Peter mumbled.

“What do you want?” Tony added.

“Captain Rogers finally decided to talk about the Accords and make a deal with us”, Fury explained.

A sarcastic laugh left Tony’s lips and he shook his head.

“We’re going to meet each other, then…”

Peter hated how tired he looked at this words, and when the director ended the call, he can’t help but take Tony’s hands in his and say :

“We’re going to stay here with you. We will protect you.”

The genius smiled a little - he was scared, terrified, but the guardians were here. It was going to be ok, right ?


“Stark,” the voice of Steve was rough, and sounded a bit mad, and Peter feels his anger growing when he saw how scared Tony was. But the guy fixed Cap with some pride on his face, a sarcastic smile on his lips, like everything’s ok - but it wasn’t, Star Lord knew it.

“Yo, Capt'ain. You look bad, actually. If you can’t afford a razor, maybe I can help you,” Tony said with the worst smile on his face.

Steve looked kinda mad at this - he hadn’t touched his beard since weeks, it was true, but he had some other things in head.

“Im not going to say anything…” Rogers groaned. “So, about the Accords…”

“I don’t think Tony is going to accept any concessions”.

Steve turned his face to Peter and said :

“I don’t know who you are, but I don’t think its your problem. Its between Tony and me.”

“Since Tony is our friend, its actually our problem too.”

“And who the fuck are you?!”

“The guardians of the galaxy. I think the name say it all, you know.”

Steve laughed in front of all of them, and even Fury didn’t know how to act about this. He turned his face to the rest of his team - Natasha was too busy watching Gamora with a dead glare, but the others looked really amused.

“If you say so” he finally said.

“What is so funny about this ?!” Rocket claimed, a paw on one of his guns.

“We don’t need you and these things you call “friends” here. The Avengers are already here.“

Peter wanted to kill him.

“Are you deaf ?! I said "of the galaxy”. You know, there’s other people in the universe than you and your little team, and we protect all of them.“

"It doesn’t matter. I have to talk with Tony face to face.”

To be honest, Peter didn’t know how to act when Tony said yes and left the room with the guy. It seems like it was just a bad idea.

The team Cap was in the tower for two months now, because they found a deal for the Accords, and cohabitation was kinda difficult between them. The Guardians and the Avengers worked together, but the only thing who keep them without falling appart was probably Tony. He tried is best for everyone to be happy - even if he looked himself so sad everyday.

They just finished a mission right know and they were going home. Tony left his suit in the tower and reached for the couch, curled on it with a sweet blanket. Peter smiled at this, especially when Groot and Rocket joined him without a word.

The raccoon hated how people acted with him sometimes, like he was only a stupid animal but it was different with Tony - he loved cuddling with the superhero in front of the TV, forgetting who he was and happy to feel all the love coming from the genius. Peter wanted to act the same with Tony, but, well…

“Stark, I think you forget we have a meeting about the mission.” Steve said when he enters in the room.

“Im too tired. We can do it tomorrow…”

“You’re annoying. Do your fucking job, Stark !” Natasha added.

Tony didn’t say anything but Peter noticed how he grabbed Rocket harder, but the raccoon just put a paw on his arm, softly.

“We’re all tired here, the job was exhausting !” Gamora sighed, rolling her eyes at Romanoff.

Clint was watching them. He was tired of Tony attitude, how he finished in jail because of him. It was time to change all of this. Without a sound, he reached Mantis in a corner of the room and said :

“Hey, don’t you think its sad to see them hating each other?”

The girl shook his head, totally aggree with the guy. She was someone really sweet and hated how people can act like this.

“I want to help Tony but I don’t know how,” she murmured with a sad smile, her big dark eyes fixed on Stark.

“I think I know how. Touch him,” Barton proposed, hidding his smile.
“But Peter say-” Mantis started.

“I know Tony since years now, trust me. If we know how he feels, it will be better to help him.”

It was a lie, obviously - Clint only wanted to show to everyone how selfish Tony was. But Mantis was too innocent, so she approached the couch, and before Peter can stop her, she touched Tony.

Directly, it was pain. Mantis feels like she was alone, even surrounded by friends. Like nobody was going to love her. Like she was nothing but a disapointment. It was a hole in her chest and her heart was so heavy, she thought she was going to throw but she just started to cry loudly, all her body shaking of pain and sadness.

“Wh-why…?!” she cried, her knees on the carpet. “Im sorry…I only wanted love… I am so sorry…!”

It was a dead silence in the room and everybody looked right at Tony. He didn’t say anything, grabbed his soft blanket and put it on Mantis’ shoulders. She didn’t want to feel the pain anymore but she still grabbed his shirt, and added again :

“I am sorry… I just want-”

“I know,” Tony stopped her, gently touching her hair, like she was some sort of a pet who need comfort. “You are loved, honey. The guardians love you.”

She smiled a little and grabbed the blanket tightly. Tony knew how Mantis powers worked…and he knew the pain she was feeling from him. He was used to it, but Mantis…it was new for her, she wasn’t strong enough to support all of this.

“Tony, we-” Steve started.

“Shut your fucking mouth, Rogers.” Stark persiffled.

He turned to Clint and added, his face looking really angry :

“Why have you asked her to touch me?”

“Oh, calm down ! Go find love, idiot. If its the only thing you want.”

The smile of Clint at this words was horrible - like he was about to laugh. Tony’s face went red and he didn’t say anything but Peter, in fact, did :

“Go away. Right now.”

His voice was calm, but inside of him it was a true storm, determined to destroy all of them and protect Tony who was about to cry.

Steve wanted to say something but the look on Peter’s face stopped him. All the guardians waited for them to go away, and finally the captain grabbed Clint’s arm, looking really mad, and some seconds later they were all gone.

Directly, Tony fell on his knees and started to cry softly too, right in front of Mantis and all of them. The guardians ran to him and Peter murmured :

“It is ok, we love you. We’re not going to left you behind.”

“I- I just…”

“Shhh, I know. Since we are on Earth, we noticed how sad you are here, Tony. We will go back to space soon, and you’ll come with us.” Peter proposed - but it wasn’t really a choice, because he can’t think about his life without the genius now.

“I can’t- this world need me…” Tony murmured.

“They have their "Avengers”. That’s enough, come with us. You already made too much for this planet and nobody cares. Thats not fair for you, you have to think to your happiness now.

Gently, Peter put his lips on his forehead, keeping him safe between his arms. They were going to show him what family truly was - what love was.

Sorry for the long post, I am going to put the “read more” later :) feel free to send me a prompt on ANY unpopular ship of the MCU :)


Garden State Taxidermy Association Competition- Rogue Division Pt. 3

Featuring Defender Squirrel and Minkcoonfish done by my mentor John Bollman and his wife Linda Bollman.

anonymous asked:

everyone is despair over mogami arc animated but im just rubbing my filthy raccoon paws together like yes give me the horrible man, give me suffering

nooooooooo get that horrible man away from my child!!!!!! but i am conflicted it’s one of my fave arcs and i want to see this get animated so badddd

honestly i don’t like suffering as much as the next guy but at this point my excitement over getting a season 2 overshadows getting to see my beautiful and precious child suffer again but this time animated 

Commission for Ticklebeast, from Inkbunny.

This is the first time I dare to draw some tickles related, the first one that I accepted as a commission because it was a completaly clean idea.
I couldn’t help to draw this little fatty raccoon very similar between Pablo my red panda and Art my raccoon, I think it could be a cute idea.

Do you like tickles? I’m so ticklish so for me this is like a torture, but I need to confess sometimes I like when someone else tickles me.
It’s somethin really strange, why we laugh when most of times we are suffering with tickles??


Vulture Culture: collection p.1

Just some quick shots since I was fixing my shelf.
Not comprehensive I do have more haha.

Top to bottom, L to R:

Red coyote face, coyote tail, half a deer pelvis, coyote scapula painted as a galaxy bee wing.

Fetal torpedo Ray (my child), squid octopus and octopus tentacle.

Short tailed weasel skull and rabbit scapula

Hedgehog skull, and rover otter, red Fox, and raccoon skulls

Paw fur from a wolverine (scraps from garment making)

Marbled fox face and red Fox face

anonymous asked:

I wanna say that as Rocket eats he covers his mouth with his paws. Regular raccoons chew with their mouths open and Rocket's insecure about it. When one of the guardians asks him about it he just growls and takes his dinner into another room.

He usually eats in his room when he can but secretly likes eating with everyone else.

- Mod-Finn

there are so many things i appreciate about kubrows but the best things have to be

-bat nose

-weird little raccoon finger-paws

-big (maybe not compared to warframes since theyre all bigger than Actual People anyway BUT COMPARED TO THE OPERATORS ESPECIALLY. REALLY BIG) 

-their ability to open locked storage lockers just by pawing at the front for a few seconds