i am groot.

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Guardians of the Galaxy (2014) dir. James Gunn

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Groot, can you make your own flower crowns?

      JOY CIRCLES A CLOUD AROUND THE SAPLING, enough for groot the feel as though he could float his trunk off the earth !   for he has little to offer those around him in the naivety of his youth; a sapling grown from a branch washed of his former life –––– of memories and of knowledge imparted by the elders of a now long–extinct species. appreciation comes, rare. sometimes, it’s mixed with a trickling of doubt. groot struggles to make out the intention behind the greyface’s question, and yet, he’ll spare no energy in offering a smile and showing the greyface that yes, it is something he is capable of !

it’s with a quiet giggle, a quiver of an excited trunk that vines weave their way upwards to meet in the centre before curling inwards. buds, painted with pale pinks and orange, spring outwards with as much excitement as the sapling, blossoming to greet the greyface and the warmth of the sun !

      ❛   i am groot !   ❜

it makes it easy, when pain is a concept he’s yet to learn ( human minds and sentience, with its fear; augmentation of emotion –––– ). vines harden, snap easily from their origin to free the completed crown. groot lifts, enough for the crown to settle gently atop the other’s head.

he’s more than happy to make flower crowns for the greyface, whether it be to satisfy a curiosity or to dispel a doubt; more so, groot’s just happy to have a new friend.

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SPOCK | fasciinating:

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❝ ———–   fascinating.  the compound nature of your species’ language is inherently, rather complex, is it not? ❞

the colossus nods, with an appreciation that burns behind old eyes; and yet, it’s ironic –––– the vulcan’s curiosity about language remains strong despite an absence of understanding of groot’s speech.    ❛   i am groot.   ❜

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me: studying innocently when mr blue sky comes on. i feel myself moving. i am dancing. i am groot.

[678i0u]

Guardians of the Galaxy vs Guardians of the Galaxy Vol. 2

[injureddreams]

“We are Groot”

Something I drew as a warm up today while watching Guardians of the Galaxy. I had missed drawing these two ♥

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describe your muse as shittily as possible in the tags.

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We’re all very fascinated whitey but we’d like to get paid

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RICHARD | wcrldminded

          “ i  wish  i was like you  ⸻  easily amused. ”

@arborsentiens  //  sc.  //  all apologies.

he’ll pause, the chewing motion of his mouth slowing to a stop as he gazes up at richard ( but not before the sheepish glance down at the flower he’d grown along his vine; and a suspiciously absent petal ). nonetheless, he’ll offer it –––– a bearer of joy in all its soft peach and sunlit golds.    ❛   i am groot?   ❜

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What would Groot name his Bulbasaur?

GIGGLES ERUPT FROM AMONGST THE TANGLE OF VINES; a tangle of vines that tumble across the grass before its two constituents spring apart with shocking ease. an exclamation of bulbasaur is countered by one of i am groot; and thus, vines are withdrawn save for those that capture the bulbasaur by its leaves to draw the sapling to settle against the blossoming flower atop the creature’s back !   and then they’re setting off in a gallop that takes them out into the field –––– round in circles and leaping up to flip, over and around, and upside down !

it’s only when dusk pushes the sun below the horizon that they lay to rest, side-by-side. and even in their state of exhaustion, they’re able to talk –––– in a language that no-one else can understand ( for repetition is not a pattern of conversation that many enjoy, and yet –––– ). and as darkness falls, the small patch of grass remains lit by a smattering of fireflies, and glowing seeds; and it’s enough to see the smiles that burn bright between the sapling and his new friend.

so, when the greyface asks the question, he’s able to answer with the utmost certainty ––––

      ❛   i am groot !   ❜    

                 his name is broer. my brother.

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literally just picks him up and kisses his cheek.

PERHAPS, it’s excitement that bubbles up within the hollow of his bark at the sight of another with leaves and vines and flowers that have a home curled around her; perhaps, it’s the ivy that drifts innocuously from the surface of her leave, tickles the hollows of his sinuses and –––– achoo !    the force is enough to send him sliding backwards, bark coming to rest against ivy’s cupped hands ( at the edge of the table he’s settled on –––– )

he looks up, with sheepish eyes and an appreciative smile; vines curled in close to his trunk as a flower blossoms, one he’ll lift above his head towards his new friend ( and saviour ! ). but it’s with surprise that he’s lifted from the table, and with the kiss that’s planted on his cheek, his leaves can’t help but quiver in delight !   he’ll stretch his vines to stabilise himself as he stands to kiss her jaw in response –––– not without another achoo that rattles through the hollows of his form. but it’s nothing he can’t shake off, with a determined grin and a rustle of resilient leaves !     ❛   i am groot !   ❜

[alicexz]

Going back to my neglected color challenge! I had a lot of fun painting this one. One day I want to do a Guardians cover… a girl can dream…

Orange for #7daysofcolor, featuring Rocket Raccoon. OH AND come see me at NYCC’s Artist Alley next week, table V11!!

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DIANE ! | fcrrous

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— Something has gone…incredibly wrong here. Maybe it’s the data capture, or the frequency and response output going haywire, Tony doesn’t know. Not yet, anyway. Frustrating is what it is. Fingers rubbing in circular motions against his temple, it’s very clear: I’m not mad at you, I’m mad at myself. “ — My name is not Diane. ”

one can only guess whether the hint of malice had really flashed across the sapling’s features; for it’s gone before anyone can prove it. nonetheless, he’ll approach the set-up, sets himself down beside the microphone input he’d already prodded curiously with his vines ( prodding that had resulted in a blaring screech, to everyone’s utter delight –––– ) 

and though the words iron man form ever clearer at the forefront of his mind, the words that leave his mouth are instantly processed into an exact repetition of his previous words.   ❛   –––– diane !   ❜

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Piano Trio No.1 In G Minor, Op.11 - III. Presto

By Composer Cecile Chaminade (1857-1944)

Performed By The Macalester Trio

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no but actually look me in the eye and tell me groot wouldn’t be one to adopt a bulbasaur and play vine games with it and have tickle fights and ride it off into the sunset