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Indie Yondu Udonta This blog is not SPOILER free Graphic by mypandora-box

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“You got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. Take your pick.”

@nolongerwar The Ravager Captain sneered at the two options, neither seeming optimal or even remotely appealing. "Dunno." Shifting, he felt his weight baring down on the injured knee and hissed softly. Swiping a hand through the air, Yondu sighed. "Fine, get o'er here."

[vhsmeme]

* hurt prompts

‘ are you bleeding? ’

‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’

‘ where does it hurt? ’ 

‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’

‘ how did you get that black eye? ’ 

‘ you should see the other guy. ’ 

‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’

‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’

‘ i’ll get some ice. ’ 

‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’

‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’

‘ what’s wrong with you? ’

‘ you can barely stand. ’

‘ did you throw the first punch? ’

‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’

‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’

‘ at least bandage it. ’ 

‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’ 

‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’

‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’

‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’

‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’

‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’

‘ what happened to you? ’

‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’

‘ are those bandages? ’

‘ you need stitches. ’

‘ look out for that tree branch. ’

‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’

‘ lean on me. ’

‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’

‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’  

‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’

‘ lie down. ’

‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’

‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’

‘ wake up! wake up! ’

‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’

‘ look at your face! ’

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  Short Starter Call

--I’ll get to work on the starters when I get back from the gym~

[briannacherrygarcia]

Kraglin, hush. 

Based on [x]

[thesebrokenboys]

From one slave to another...save me

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justanaverageoc:

He hadn’t been on this planet long. The slave ship had landed here for an auction last night, and all the slaves on board had been sprayed with cold water, given rough undergarments to wear and fed thin broth and moldy bread. Slave had huddled in his filthy cage, filled with feces and blood, watching his handler and the Trainers walking around, keeping the slaves in line. As the next day arrived, the slaves were leashed and collared, shoved into larger cages near a large stage. However, the Trainers hadn’t been paying enough attention to Slave, and he was able to escape. However, now he was in trouble. He understood no language at all, and couldn’t speak. His tail swished nervously, and his ears were flattened in fright. As he ran, not paying attention to where he was going, he crashed right into a taller man with blue skin. with a panicked whine, he staggered back, trembling in fear as he stared up at the man. 

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     Ports were one of Yondu's favorite places to accumulate information... Whether for an upcoming job, running someone down, or just a general update to the ol' information archives. He had been on that small planet for a total of twelve hours--having taken a M-ship and a couple of men he trusted (maybe not with his life, but well enough to utilize them as support should things go sideways)--and the information gathering had been lead after washed up lead, until he'd come to a small bazaar of sorts. In the midst of a heated argument with one of the sellers in the area (he'd strayed and stayed far away from any slave selling fools. Bad memories left even worse tastes in his mouth when he so much as thought about those days under the Kree's control), he felt the sudden rattle of something solid slam into him.     Fixing that seller with a look promised death if the man so much as stepped out of line while the Centaurian's back turned, Yondu's scarlet glare then flitted toward the thing that had smacked into him. His expression did not soften, maybe even grew harder when he noted the near nude nature of the creature. Sneering faintly, he gestured sharply. "What in th' hell y'doin'? Y'got two eyes don'cha? Why ain't you watchin' where th' hell y' runnin', kid?" He gestured again, those eyes narrowing further. "S'a whole market y' could'a run through, skinny thing like you. S'either you're blind as hell, or y're a pretty horrible pick pocket." Patting down the dingy red leathers he wore, Yondu noted that the effects he kept upon himself were still present. A pathetic pickpocket, if that's what this creature was. "Go on now a'fore I change my mind and skewer you. Get gone."

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Oh hello there.  Is it Munday again? I swear I will be back with more writing soon. For now... Enjoy some of my favorite Blue King from the anime K Project.

[fromxthexashes-archive-archive]

Take A Left At the Big Glowy Thing || Closed

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fromxthexashes:

Dear god, a person. It didn’t matter what color or species he was. He spoke a language she understood without having to delve into his mind for visuals. And, he had arrived from a ship to top it all off. If she was lucky, she could manage her way to a colonized planet.

“Yes, yes I am. I’m also quite grateful that I can understand you. I don’t really know where I’m at, or where the nearest hospitable planet is. Would you mind helping me out? I have my own ways of being useful if you’re looking for some sort of payment.”

Okay, so maybe her words were open to innuendo, but that wasn’t what she meant. She did know that she was definitely and infinitely more usual than any normal person she knew. Even if she just got directions, she would be far better off than if she were to stay put.

     Hearing the woman admit to being lost--most argued vehemently that they knew precisely where they were and where they were going--he almost cracked a broad grin at that and the desperation that curled and roiled within her words. This tiny little spit of rock was not much of anything beyond a suitable place for repairs, maybe. Assuming you'd brought everything with you that you needed in order to make aforementioned prepares.    Lifting one shoulder toward a pierced ear, the Centaurian mused as he shrugged. "Well I gotta say, the desperation I'm hearin' in your voice ain't exactly fittin' for a pretty little thing like you." It wasn't meant to sound degrading, although Yondu knew more than a dozen people that tended to take his drawl and accent as just that. "But--" Stooping once he reached the woman, his hands settled just above his knees. "But I am more'n happy t' help out an' cash out on a favor or two when somethin' comes up."     Scarlet eyes narrowed as he extended his right hand, both in a greeting gesture and a gesture to help her draw to her feet as he too rose. Up close, to him at least, Terrans looked a lot alike. "So what can y'do for me?" He mused and took a step back.

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darkly-stark:

“You landed on my tent.” He said, crossing his arms. “Thank got i was peeing or i’d be sqooshed.”

    Snorting, Yondu glanced toward his wrecked ship before turning a curious look toward the terran male. "Y' better thank somethin'. Didn't even see y' tent when I was comin' down."

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@mypandora-box

Source (x)

      Yondu hadn't intended to walk in on Gamora, not that his innocence could be defended when he was stuck staring at the slender, lethal lines of her green hued frame. Appreciatively staring, that was. Not voraciously, of course. But her growl and the snap movement of that towel obscuring her frame dragged Yondu out of his trance and immediately he about-faced and started out of the bathroom.     "Hah, sorry. Sorry. Didn't hear anyone in here."

[brittsmemes]

Send me "Come back to bed" for my muses reaction to yours asking them to

[rpmindthinker]

<--- this blog wouldn’t mind some curious anons

Ask about anything!

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“i had to carry you to bed last night, you were exhausted.”

@theyondu He was still exhausted, but pointing that out was an unnecessary waste of breath and energy. Peeking open a scarlet eye, his gaze lifted toward the other Centaurian male. Clicking his tongue faintly, a sigh escaped and unfortunately he rolled to sit upright. The world around him spun and his vision swam, but Yondu remained upright for the moment. "Don't think it was just exhaustion." Groaning, he rubbed a hand over the short, red fin he bore and sighed again. "Swear someone drugged me."

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“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

@noirdaemon "Yes." Stick a blue man in the middle of a space port and don't expect him to let his eyes go stray every so often? Yondu Udonta could probably lie through his teeth and suggest that he weren't copping a visual feel. Never mind his past as a battle slave, assessing everything everywhere became first nature. Right alongside trust no one. Never mind his current rep as a space age rapscallion. Any present person was an interest to ogle until visual confirmation offered mental ease. "Y' damned right I did." Yondu hummed his affirmation and narrowed those scarlet eyes considerately. "What're y' gonna do about it, sweetheart ?"

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Hey, my father sucks. So. You're basically my father now. So, yeah. Happy Father's Day or whatever.

@custospericulo "Well, I accept this. Bring it in, then. C'mere."

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"Wow... you're easy to rile up."

@doesntneedyou Jagged, self-filed teeth clicked and grit together in a meager attempt to contain his already agitated nerves. "I ain't easy to rile." That clearly wasn't the truth, but Nebula was the last person he needed getting under his skin. When he flashed her his sharp, scarlet gaze, the Centaurian exhaled slowly. Forced himself to calm. "Whether y' like it or not, we gotta work together. S' stop pickin' fights."

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“I saw that. You just checked me out.”

@nolongerwar A single hairless brow rose as that accusation came flying in his general direction. The Centaurian had been drinking, he'd already had a couple of things to drink in fact, and when those words slung themselves at him, Yondu had to pause to consider them. To consider himself. He was not a lightweight when it came to alcohol, not by any means. And he hadn't lost that instinct-bare drive to survive despite the subsequent rumor-mill the Eclector had become. Hyperawareness was to be commanded, or in this case, damned. Certainly he had checked out the present quarry but more for the sake of security at first glance. Still, a sly grin weaseled its way across his cerulean visage, and Yondu cocked his head as the drink he was presently nursing was set aside. "So maybe I was, what d'ya got to say about that, exactly?"

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I'll be on tonight at some point to do replies. Sorry for being slow guys.