#Quill's replies

[idolomantises]

Do you have any character redesign ideas for other series like the beelzebub one?

I've been working on some high guardian spice redesigns, but it's been taking longer because i wanna do 3 characters + european inspired fantasy settings are my weakness.

hopefully I can complete them next year, they've been a lot of fun to do. im like, kind of obsessed with this show. its bad, but i'd like to see more of it.

#wip #i was gonna do a dragon maid redesign but honestly weebs are so goddamn intense #even when i did my uzaki chan redesign where the response was positive. my reply section turned into a civil war #ask quill

[aliasrocket]

hiiii do you think rocket would be the kind to get jealous if he saw reader and peter being a little attracted to one another and getting close since they’re both the only humans around, even if the reader liked rocket too? (btw i’ve read your other works and i’ve been eating it UP so thank you 😩)

Thank you for reading my stuff!! I’m really glad you liked it :>>

Rocket is definitely the jealous type even if it isn’t Quill. But it being Quill would definitely make it infinitely worse because they’re close, and it would feel a little like betrayal even if reader isn’t dating anyone.

masterlist. requests.

“Hey, got some of the terran stuff you like,” Quill said, handing you a box.

“Oh my god, chicken, my favorite!”

“If that’s your favorite, you’re seriously missing out on terran delights,” Quill remarked dramatically.

Rocket stood by the corner, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed and his hands gripping his arms with his claws buried in his flesh.

prior to Peter’s arrival, Rocket had been showing you the ins and outs of a blaster he’d made just for you. It was something you’d been wanting for a while now and the moment leading up to this night had all been worth it when your face lit up, jaw hanging at the sight of a brand new weapon made by Rocket himself.

you go to the kitchen to grab some water and Rocket ambled over to Peter.

“Perfect fuckin’ timing, Star-Lord,” he grumbled bitterly.

“What?”

“I was showing her the blaster I just made her!”

“I just thought she was hungry, she’s a picky eater, you know?”

“Of course I knew that! Why wouldn’t I know that?” Rocket snapped in a hushed tone, turning to the kitchen every now and then.

“I’m watching you, Quill.”

“What—”

“I’m watching you.” Rocket shoots him one last glare before you reappear with a glass in your hand.

But instead of turning back to Peter as Rocket predicted, you apologized to him and turned right back around to the couch.

“Hey, sorry I was just finishing the food Peter gave me—so what was that about the safety feature on the trigger?”

Rocket paused, hands cold in their frozen tracks on your new blaster. He holds it up again, smiling to himself.

“It’s over here. You just flip it over and you’re free to wreak havoc and destruction wherever you goddamn please.”

#rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #ask response #ask reply #gotg #rocket gotg #gotg vol 3 #rocket raccoon x you #rocket raccoon x reader #gotg fanfiction #peter quill #gotg rocket #.alias.inbox.request. #.alias.drabbles.imagines.

[me-myself-and-eyes]

was i just accidentally the catalyst to having RQ on dropout???

#eryn rambles about nothing #responded to alex's tweet about wanting to be a part of projects #just saying “i need you an jonny on gamechanger #to which he AND THE RQ EVEN MANAGER #BOTH REPLIED???? #saying “on it” #pls #rusty quill #the magnus archives #tma #tmagp #alexander j newall #dropout #dropout tv #um actually #game changer #sam reich

[dragon-spaghetti]

could u draw like,,, anything with my main hedgyhog silver hehehe he’s such a lil dingus. i love seeing all your art n sketches and thjngs it’s really funky have a great day!

I think he should experience winter,, wrapped in blankets and big jumpers w a warm drink

#drag replies #drag's art #sonic #silver the hedgehog #requests #SILVER ILYSM BUT YOUR QUILLS KILL ME 😭😭😭 #thank you sm anon 🥹🥹

[incorrectlco]

Alright peeps. It’s Saturday night and I have nothing better to do. Who’s your pick to play Holly in season 2 of Lockwood & Co? Fight it out in the replies. (Mine’s India Amarteifio. She was sublime in Queen Charlotte)

#fight fight fight #replies and ask are open #this fandom is Opinionated #I know you’ve thought about it #lockwood and co #lockwood & co #anthony lockwood #lucy carlyle #george karim #holly munro #quill kipps #save lockwood and co #save lockwood & co #lockwood and co season 2

[colgatebluemintygel]

you’re such an amazing writer theyre driving me insane rn COMMUNICATE PLS😭

HEHEeee

#sorryyy i am addicted to making them pathetic and stupid <3 #also thank you <3💋 #oao #pigeon post #and apologies all.. i am v behind with asks as per Usual i have been hiking. v fun v arduous. was almost lost to a chasm. but all is well x #🌼🌼 anon I HAVE NOT FORGOTTEN ABOUT YOU ! #my quill is at my desk ready for my next reply... <3

[crossedsabers10s]

I don't know if you see those or not but everytime I need a pick me up I always go and read your fanfics. "Quill dipped in red" is a particular favorite since it's a sort of anthology of the genius happening in your head and I just wanted to say thank you 🫶

The stories you elaborate on have been breathtaking and the snippets are perfectly teasing for more. I've been going over Quill and I would very much love more of "blood of the covenant" if you have extra thoughts on it. It's just a wonderful concept with Kol knowing them beforehand and sharing some kind of affection towards them, especially your version of Damon and Enzo. It feels fun.

Oh and thank you for sharing your talent -🥀

Thank you!!!!!!

Having an Original Vampire turn up on the doorstep and wait for entry like it’s something owed—again—leaves a bad taste in Stefan’s mouth. Damon, who somehow knows this one and refuses to elaborate as to how, stares at the problem lurking on their porch, eyes narrowed, face unreadable.

Unreadable, except, it appears, to the problem himself. “Well?” says Kol. “Are you not going to offer hospitality to an old friend? I’ve had a long night of stabbing Niklaus, I’d like some refreshment.”

Blood flecks his hands, his shirt—a get up straight from the seventies, complete with the haircut to match—is crusted underneath his fingernails. Judging from the smell and the silver dagger held loosely in one hand, he’s telling the truth.

Damon eyes him a second longer. Then turns a deliberate look Elena and Stefan’s way before looking back at Kol.

“I will,” Kol says, bloodstained hand over his heart, “of course, refrain from afflicting your little brother and the doppelgänger with permanent harm for the duration of….” He thinks for a second. “Oh, let us say a week.”

Damon’s eyebrow arches.

Kol sighs, but concedes. “Any harm, permanent or no. Physical only, mind you.”

Damon nods, apparently satisfied. He looks at Elena, who shakes her head. She’s the one that needs to invite the Original in. “Damon, I don’t think—“

“I’ll buy you your own Original proof house,” Damon offers before she can say no. “The others already have invites into this one anyway. What’s one more?”

“I think this is a terrible idea,” Stefan announces, knowing no one is listening. As suspected, he’s ignored, save the short glances they both give him.

“A new house?” Elena says, unimpressed. “That’s, what? Three now? I don’t need a new house, Damon.”

Cajoling, Damon says, “But do you want one? I’ll throw in an in-ground pool.”

“What am I going to do with a whole house? I have a home. And this house. Remember?”

Damon’s nose wrinkles slightly at the reminder. Stefan can read that expression—Damon dislikes having a place he considers his in another’s hands. Elena’s little invite game could have easily ended in blood rather than laughter. “Vampire proof safe house! You can have your friends over for sleepovers. I won’t even ask for an invite, I swear.” He pauses, then throws her a grin. “Unless you want me there.”

Elena frowns harder.

Smile dropping off his face, Damon glares.

Elena glares right back.

Both Damon and Elena keep looking at each other, locked in a battle of wills, reading each other's minds just to argue about what they find there; he’s glad Elena, at least, seems to have an idea of what’s running through Damon’s head, because Stefan doesn’t have a clue.

He’s still kind of hung up on maybe or maybe not having an adopted brother that no one bothered to tell him about.

How legal can this adoption be anyway? Does it count if their family branch is dead?

“Salvatore,” the Original says. Stefan doesn’t flinch—because he has remained very much aware of the 70’s themed Viking standing on the porch—but he does turn to Kol, leaning back on his heels and crossing his arms. “This is pathetic. Is this not your house?”

Damon breaks his staring contest with Elena—the one he was losing—and looks at Kol and gestures to Elena. “Yeah, well.”

Kol shakes his head, smirk curling at his lips. He resembles Elijah more than Klaus, but that expression could have been copy pasted right from the Hybrid’s face. To Elena, he says, “I’ve already sworn not to harm you. If you’d like to negotiate further: I do believe I have information you’d be interested in knowing.”

“Information?” Damon questions. He frowns at Kol, tilting his head and studying the Original. Stefan can’t see what Damon sees—Kol looks perfectly at ease, standing there, blood splattered and smug—but Damon is obviously picking up on something. If he didn’t know better, he’d call his brother concerned.

Concerned. For a vampire quintuple times their age and no doubt just as capable of destruction as his siblings.

Damon turns to Elena, eyes the slightest bit wide. “Elena….”

Elena studies him for a beat. Her sigh sounds a lot like concession. “You really are friends, huh?”

Remaining silent, Damon nods.

She nods back, something passing between them. “Alright. Alright. Kol—Kol, right?—I invite you in.”

Kol grins. “Thank you, doppel-dear.”

In a split second, he’s off the porch, suddenly inside the house. Stefan hadn't seen him move.

Their newest guest has scrubbed up and availed himself to some of Stefan’s clothes—as they're closer in height than the Original and Damon. Stefan isn’t all that great at judging ages normally, but Kol looks young, sitting on a sofa in borrowed clothes with a mug in his hands.

“So,” Stefan starts, wanting to get this oh-so important information out of the vampire before he conveniently forgets. “You said you have information?”

Taking one last sip from his mug before settling it aside, Kol hums. “Yes. Elijah undaggered us, as you well know—“

“Yeah,” Stefan bites out. “We were there. I almost got shoved into a fireplace. I remember.”

Kol ignores the interruption. “—but, somehow, it turned into an even more surprising family reunion.” Without further ado, he informs them, “Mother has been resurrected. Somehow. Bogus, isn’t it?”

“Your mother,” Stefan says, flat.

Elena echoes his disbelief. “The Original Witch?”

“Yes,” Kol says, waving a hand. “Her. Very freaky. I bugged out before he could go totally whack-job or Mother could finish the guilt trip she was on.”

Elena almost chokes on an inhale. When Stefan jerks his head towards her it's to find her mouthing the words bugged out to herself.

Stefan frowns in thought. “Do you know why—?”

“Or how,” Damon interjects.

“Why or how your mother has been brought back to life?”

Kol smiles brightly. “No.” He claps his hands together and turns to Damon. “Now! That’s my price paid. Tell me what I've missed. Give me the skinny.”

Elena makes a wheezing sound. Stefan pats blindly at her arm.

Damon thinks for a second. “Let’s see… you disappeared in ‘78.”

Kol wrinkles his nose. “Yes. My brothers caught up with me.”

“Right. And then shoved you in a box for a few decades.”

Damon nods thoughtfully to himself, then offers up a brief summary of world events. One that focuses mostly on musical development and random facts that Stefan cannot fathom the reason he included them. Kol pipes up with questions about this or that or what happened to them—a few of the names Stefan recognizes. The rest have faded into history.

Elena, who has been up all night and the night before, is yawning. She almost nods off once Damon starts listing musicians.

Damon finishes with a promise to get Kol a phone with internet and a matching computer.

For someone who has had three decades of random facts shoved down their throat, Kol seems nonplussed by the deluge. He’s probably used to missing years worth of developments. How many times have he and his siblings had to adapt to a new century? “And your brother?” he asks, glancing at Stefan for a second before dismissing him. “Not that one, the other.”

Stefan does not twitch. He’s not sure how he feels about Damon suddenly having another brother, but he doesn’t think he likes it.

Not because he’s jealous.

It’s just concerning. Damon’s spent a century complaining about not being an only child and suddenly he adopts some random guy? Some random guy than an Original knew about before he did?

“He’s fine,” Damon says. Elena suddenly seems much more awake, and is looking at all of them in turns, like she’s not sure who she should be paying the most attention to. “In Spain like I said. Actually, uh, what’s the time? He might have caught his flight out by now.”

Kol makes a go on motion.

Damon shrugs. “He’s on the way here. Told him I found you.”

“Found?” Kol repeats, drawing out the word like he’s unsure about its meaning. “Found implies you were looking for me.”

“Yeah,” Damon says with no hesitation. “We did.”

Kol blinks. “You… did?” Whatever shock he’d suffered is swiftly recovered from. “Of course you did, no doubt you missed me.”

“Eh,” Damon tips a hand back and forth. “Sometimes.”

“You missed me,” Kol asserts.

“Fine. A little. We searched the city for almost three months.”

“Lucky you didn’t find me,” Kol says. “Or, rather, find my brothers.”

Damon shrugs again. “Maybe. We, uh, kept looking for a while”—Stefan isn’t sure how long a while is, but suspects it’s longer than Damon feels comfortable admitting—“before we bit the bullet and asked a favor from Bethany.”

“Bethany?” Kol says, sounding surprised. Stefan doesn’t recognize the name, but he seems to. “London’s Ripper?”

Stefan goes still. A Ripper?

“Yeah,” Damon says, not looking Stefan’s way even as he tries to burn a hole through his brother’s head. “Charged us through the nose for it. Got her girlfriend to do a locator spell, one of the good ones, the kind that should have given us your exact address plus your social security number. Except it didn’t do jack. Valentine doesn’t fudge spells. So, we figured you were dead.”

“What did you pay?” Kol asks abruptly, gaze intense on Damon. “For the spell.”

“Nothing.”

“Do not lie to me.” There is a killer in Stefan’s living room. One with a straight backed stare that has seen this world turn for centuries. It doesn’t matter that Kol looks like he should be in school, that he is wearing borrowed clothes, had come to their doorstep to escape his family imploding, and speaks in outdated slang. All of that has been stripped away to reveal a monster in their midst. “It doesn’t matter if it didn’t go as planned. Bethany is cunning as she is ruthless. She would have had you agree to pay for the attempt.”

“Nothing,” Damon says again, unperturbed. “We just… owe her a favor. To be collected when she chooses. You know her, she’s probably going to sit on it for a century or two.”

Some of the intensity fades from Kol’s face. But not all. “That’s not better,” he says lightly. “You realize that’s worse than a straight exchange.”

Damon only rolls his eyes.

#reply #tvd #fanfic #quill dipped in red

[neoncityrain]

quill but theyre a normal* robot in yet another au

(*how they normally are and what other people perceive as normal may vary)

#trojarts #murder drones #i drew this days ago n posted on discord.. it got ppl talking abt cybersteam again ajsbdndnsmdmmd #im so. sosososo tired #i habe to reply to so many psople and do chores ans stuff #oof #oc: quill

[transmascsonicthehedgehog]

Mightve went to see what anon's og ask was and immediately made an immediate turn to the sonadow fankid- may I add Ashura to my fankid fanart canvas to doodle someday? Most likely will draw her meeting my fankid, Geode, bc thats the easiest way I can think of what to draw fanart wise 😭

Any fun facts abt her? And a possible ref image? :0

go ahead!!!! :] here's something that could work as a reference sheet! also, for future reference, they're nonbinary! <3

there's a ton of backstory to them, but unfortunately it's very late and i don't have the energy to type it up right now... but i can come back to this when i get up :3

#apologies if the quills are hard to draw it took me so many tries to get it right myself #justin replies

[clatterbane]

(Re: this post.)

@quill-of-thoth A very belated reply, oops! But, I wouldn't be too surprised now that you mention it. Things are likely to go screwy in some unusual ways when language isn't really your first language, and you're basically flailing for words to wrap around what you want to say at the best of times. Or at least that's how it feels in this case.

Possibly on the plus side, I suppose that sort of fail might at least indicate that a decent assortment of words are in there somewhere, for them to be coming back out in weird combinations. And my brain is mostly wanting to mix and match vocabulary and grammar from Germanic languages. ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I can totally imagine that happening pretty comprehensively with different Romance languages! Sounds... interesting in school. May be just as well that I only ever studied French and German at the same time.

#replies #quill-of-thoth #language learning #brain scramble #too autistic for this shit #words are hard

[standfucker]

okay I am fed and watered so lets do this.

Quill is a self-insert kind of OC, they're their own person, but there's a LOT of overlap between them and I. afab body style, but very easily could become amab - the most defining physical characteristics are short, stocky, white hair, blue eyes and fangs if not downright sharp teeth.

A solid swimmer, an energetic brawler, solid 2 of 3 hakis user, if Quill isn't sparring or doing chores they're reading. Almost no sense of self-preservation, they put almost everyone else before themselves, and can often end up on the bad side of someone's ire because of it. (Kid, of all people, actually considers Quill too reckless. Kid.)

No devil fruit powers, but Quill's cursed in a different way (and here's where the self-insert part comes in) they know the "story" of the world. All the big details. Because they literally remember as it a fairy tale from a previous life (a large part of Quill's lack of personal concern is because they're a reincarnator and remember most of their past lives and are... actually really messed up because of it.)

I have a few different stories I want to do for them - a Kid x Quill, a Marco x Quill and a Doffy (and/or Crocodile) x Quill (where I get to really dive into a dark version of the bad guys win sort of thing).

Quill's fairly malleable outside of those parts so they can fit into the story ideas, and also because when you've lived a few dozen lives, there's just nothing really that's just you. Centuries of knowledge and learning and wisdom and their sense of self becomes very formless. Which means the people around Quill define all the details.

So Quill easily becomes cruel and evil under Doflamingo's influence, and loud and violent around Kid, and strategic and even tempered around Marco.

^_^

Kid thinking Quill is too reckless is insane. I love that. I feel so bad for them though, losing their sense of self, but I can see why it would come to be that way.

Quill's malleability seems really handy for adjusting their character to fit the stories as needed. You've created a great insert there!

I looked through your art collection of Quill, and they look super cool! I can't wait to read the stories you craft with them! Thank you so much for sharing! If there's anything else you want to talk about with Quill, I'm all ears.

#replies #quinloki #others ocs #quill

[goforthequill]

Your story and illustrations are so great!! Just wanted to let you know they're very appreciated. 😀

Thank you so much!!

That's very sweet of you, I am really happy that you love both my writing and my art, it means a lot. <3 I hope you like the next chapters and illustrations just as much!

#cinder quill replies #puss in boots #lovely comments <3

[mitamicah]

Looked at more (almost all of them) of your ocs, so cute. They are adorable.

So cool, love the horns/antlers? And colourful hair, sea horses are cool.

This lil one is adorable, and very fascinating :3 love the hair, look like bunny ears which is so awwwwwwww.

Now my favourite quill, I love him so much, so freaking sweet and cute, chimeras are so cool and I have to know a few things.

1. does he like dressing up?

2. if he does what about dog costumes?

3. is it offensive that I want to put him into several dog outfits since he’s a chimera?

4. here are a few suggestions if it is not offensive :3

(Yes I know the shark one is a cat😺 but the ones with a dog didn’t looked as sweet 😭)

And can we get more quill facts? :3👀👀👀👀👀👀

Like are there more? He’s the adopted son of phoenix, is there a reason? Tragic backstory or just sweet like sugar?

Thanks for listening. And I hope this wasn’t too much :3

Why, thank you Jay ^V^ glad to see my babies getting some love :3

The rest of the reply will be under the line :3

Ah, that's Skari ^V^ he's pretty cool :3 it is indeed horns like those on a seahorse ... just a lot bigger x'D

Aww, you found little Val :3 I believe he is my newest closed species character (an original species created by another online creator that has given me permission to make a character in this species ^V^) I had a fun time designing him for sure :D bunny ears and all :3

Heck yeah, more love for Quill :D!! He is not usually one who gets a lot of attention so I am glad to see he caught your eye ^V^

Why then ask away :3

Quill haven't done a lot of dress up but like most else in live he is very happy and eager to try :3

Same as before - he is a happy boy who'd be open to try anything else dog costumes

I don't think so?

Oh these are cute :3 although I hope that Phoenix are allowed to make little adjustments for their friend since otherwise I fear Quill's secondary set of arms would feel very cramped in these :'D

Is there anything specific you'd like to know ^V^?

Depending on how much you've read already these might already be something you know :'D

Quill is part fruitbat, part deer, part dog, part praying mantis, part bird (could be a parrot given his ability to learn words) and possibly part snake.

Quill hasn't learned to speak in full sentences so he communicates with single words like "hi", "road" (his way of asking to go for a walk), and "bed" (his way of saying goodnight).

Quill has learned to weave with his secondary pair of arms (I call them his mantis arms).

Quill learns new words through echolalia which in short is that he echoes a word you say to him in the same tonality back at you (it is often seen with autistic people).

While Quill can speak a few words his vocal chords are actually better suited for high pitched bird like sounds so he is often found echoing bird twitter/song.

(if you want more and/or more deep cut facts than this let me know :'D

Oh no his story isn't that tragic :'D Quill was bred in captivity to be a housepet. Phoenix found Quill at a parisian adoption center where the little guy had been given up since nobody had wanted to adopt him from the breeder. Phoenix themselves being a chimera chose to adopt Quill as a sort of son. Quill is often seen helping Phoenix carry around their arrows (Phoenix are an archer amongst other things) - actually this is how Quill got his name. :3

Thank you for the questions ^V^ I hope you can use my answers :3

#it wasn't too much for me at least xD #just to be sure I have put most of it under the line #just if people aren't too interested in me infodumping about ocs x'D #quill #skari geyser #august benedict valentin iv (val) #ocs #original character #replies

[endless-oc-creations]

Hi OC Bingo friend! I have you on my card this year and I had some questions about your characters:

1. What is Kevin's greatest fear?

2. What does Celina like most about herself?

3. What is Isabella's go to comfort food?

4. Which OC would you most like to grab a drink with?

5. Who was your first OC?

Hello Oc Bingo friend!! 👀 I'll be happy to answer them! 💕

1. What is Kevin's greatest fear?

Answer: Being alone

2. What does Celina like most about herself?

Answer: Celina's a self-conscious type of gal, so nothing appearance or personality-wise. But, I would say it would be her hacking abilities/skills she's most proud of!

3. What is Isabella's go-to comfort food?

Answer: Anything spicy! She ADORES hot food!

4. Which OC would you most like to grab a drink with?

Answer: Oh!!! What a toughie! But I think my Good Omens gal Alice Parker since she mostly prefers wine like I do instead of the hard stuff.

5. Who was your first OC?

Answer: Oh! This is kinda a complex question for me~ So, I'll give you two answers to explain it!

So! If we are talking about the first oc I posted here on Tumblr it would be my girl Isabella Hayes.

I ended up creating her watching Avenger(2012) in theaters for the first time but I used her to roleplay here on Tumblr before getting into the oc community side of things.

But if we are talking about the first oc that I created to end up in the oc community obsession, it would be my girl Jennifer Renee.

Hope that answers your question! 💕

#mimi replies #ocb2023 #oc bingo 2023 #asks answered #Celine Jayden #oc: Celine Jayden #oc: isabella hayes #isabella hayes #kevin quill #oc: kevin quill #oc: jennifer renee #jennifer renee #alice parker #oc: alice parker #little ass kicker… that’s a good queue

[eideticspider]

@beatfreesmysoul asked: ❛ how do you know my name? ❜

{✗} Ah, sweet SUMMER children.

Cindy delicately jumped off the tower and landed on her feet in front of Peter. She arches a brow and lowers her mask down. There was always a likelihood that even DUPLICATES of old friends were adversarial, but from the mission log and her previous understandings of Peter Quill, she was perfectly safe.

Didn't even need BACK-up. (Nice!)

"You're Peter Jason Quill, right? Born in MISSOURI--abducted by a big blue ALIEN and then you became leader of the Guardians of the Galaxy," Cindy hums, pacing around him, fingers ticking off each fact. When she finishes, she tilts her head to the side and gives him a SLOW smile. "I'm FRIENDS with a version of you, so--I'd know you anywhere." She gestures to herself and nods her head. "Cindy Moon."

Folding her arms across her chest, she looks up at him. (We LOVE being ridiculously SHORT.) "My question is--how did you end up in this universe, Pete? D'you remember what happened?"

#beatfreesmysoul #;legendary {peter quill} #;asks #;answered #;meme replies #;spider society {earth 928}

[guardian-rocket]

@askpeter-quill cont. from [x]

First time Rocket visited the memorial after it was completed, he had been with Tony and Nebula, before Tony had passed away.  Tony’s wife had picked out the flowers for the memorial and as they paid their respects Tony explained that there was symbology behind different kinds of flowers at a Grave and that there were often other ways of honoring them too.  The original flowers had been poppies, sunflowers babies breath and carnations, not that Rocket really remembered anything but the sunflowers.  He wondered if she’d had liked them.  He remembered being sad knowing now he’d never know.  Even if another version of her existed, she wasn’t the Gamora he knew, who had mellowed out and been open to new things.

He knew the point of laying flowers down was more for them, than her.  It made them feel closer to her for a moment, feeling like they were letting her know she was in their thoughts.  “Well let’s just go to the shop and you pick what you think is pretty.  We can double check with the clerk to make sure we’re not sending her rude messages from beyond the grave.”

“Oh yeah, I know what you mean, Rocket.  When I was on house arrest I read a book about flowers and it had one chapter that went on about all the different things flowers can mean.  Really put in perspective why my grandma got mad when I gave her Yellow Roses for mother’s day,” Scott chimed in, looking a little lost in thought like he was recalling the moment.  

“You read a book on flowers?” Rocket asked, but before Scott could explain why, Bruce chimed in, as he had been trailing behind them as they were making their way to Scott’s X-Con van.

“I’ll let you guys go, I got a meeting coming up, but you two take care.  Scott, I’ll see you later,” Bruce said, as he excused himself.  He knew he wouldn’t fit in the van easily and it was really his place to tag along about a memorial for someone he didn’t even know from anything other than Rocket’s stories.

Scott unlocked the doors with a key fob, and the doors swung slid open on both sides so everyone could get in.  “Yeah, sorry, I run a security business with some of my friends,” he said, “so sorry about the mess.”

There was a lot of fast food wrappers and cups on the floor, receipts and even some equipment for a future deal they were working on.

Rocket clambered in, almost losing footing as he hoisted himself up into the vehicle. “Don’t worry, we’ve seen way worse.  You wanna see a mess, shoulda seen our ship when Groot was going through his growth spurt, right Quill?” Rocket said, knowing that Scott hadn’t yet met Groot formally.  He also didn’t think Peter would care about a little bit of trash recalling how he once bragged that his ship would look like a Jackson Pollak painting under a black light.

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