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@bugborg
when your stupid ass thought she was out for revenge but she just wanted to hang out with you
bonus:
Julie Kovalenko is a confirmed queer character!
who's gonna go out on a date with didi :D
hey glorbie nation…. is it okay if i ask for an actress au? 👀
200 FICS ON THE GLORBIE TAG!
and congrats to @gooeyringtown for being the 200th ;)
HAPPY 100 FICS ON THE GLORBIE TAG 🥳
president barbie and weird barbie on a double date with barbie and gloria :’)
barbie and gloria are the type of couple who are dating but neither barbie nor gloria knows about it
(sasha knows. gloria’s husband knows too)
girls night
if i dont draw them every few days i'll explode and die
THE HAND!!!! ON THE WAIST!!!! THE HAND ON THE WALL!!!!!!! WVERYTHING!!!!!!!
Pink string of fate 🩷
this is something only girlfriends do together
The AO3 Collection is now CLOSED!
…which means Bugborg Week 2023 has officially ended! Thank you so much to everyone who contributed — whether it was by creating something or just reading/liking/reblogging whatever was written! We hope everyone enjoyed the week
Please peruse the fics in the Collection on AO3 — there are some great ones on there! 🩵💚
THANK YOU to everyone for this year's Bugborg Week! It was so much fun coming together and gushing over what everyone created. If you've posted something for the week that we haven't reblogged, please shoot us an ask and we'll reblog it. Same goes for fics in the AO3 Collection!
That said: the week isn't quite over yet! We will still be reblogging late works and accepting fics into the Collection until Saturday, June 25th. There will be another announcement once the Collection is officially closed. Continue to tag us or use the tag "bugborgweek2023" if you're planning on posting any late works!
Also: if you'd like to browse through any already posted works, take a scroll through our blog or head directly to our Navigation page to browse by prompt or work medium!
THANKS SO MUCH to everyone once again!
hooked on a feeling 🎶
also on: @bloobwr (twt) & @klariloo (insta)!
hooked on a feeling 🎶
also on: @bloobwr (twt) & @klariloo (insta)!
dialogue prompt: “I want an answer, goddammit!” with any ship?
Mantis had been secretive for weeks. They’d been vacationing on a shit planet that had a “beach” as Peter described it, and it was hot. Nebula stayed inside and didn’t want to go outside into the water–she had no problem with it, but she…there were things better left unseen.
But back to Mantis. She had been going down to the beach, poking things in the sand. She and her brother had made an impressively stupid sandcastle, with the name “Quill” scratched on the front with what looked to be a little caved-in spot also up front.
“It’s our family crest,” Peter says. “It’s supposed to be a lion.”
“You are so foolish,” Drax responds. “And have no artistic abilities.” Gamora laughs softly at that, giving Peter a soft look. Disgusting.
“Dinner’s nearly ready, get the plates for me?”
Mantis does not tell Nebula what she has been doing on the beach. She has spots on her nose. They look…nice. Nebula doesn’t want to tell her that, so she just eats the noodles and ink that they got and deals with it.
Nebula gets a hug every single day. She’s not sure when it happened. But one day, Mantis was pulling her into a hug before she left somewhere, or before she decided to do something else.
Nebula is pulled into a hug before Mantis goes to play Marco Polo with the rest of the team, a stupid game that Quill invented or some shit. Nebula doesn’t know. She grabs a sun shade and decides to try and read. Gamora likes to read, so maybe it isn’t too bad.
It is wonderful. Nebula can understand things, it’s amazing, and–
She’s hot as shit. The two suns are blazing, and Rocket shows up. He got rid of his vest.
“It’s out here, cyborg. You’re gonna need to cool off eventually.”
“I’m fine, rabbit.”
“You’re not the only one with scars,” Rocket says. “So quit being a little bitch about it. Mantis is gonna be fine with it.”
He turns, and she can see scars slashing, unfeeling all across.
She asks Mantis what she’s doing.
“You’ll know tomorrow,” Mantis says. “For now, secrecy.” She smiles that stupid little smile that she always has, the one that Nebula likes for some equally stupid reason–and sashays away.
The next day is agony. Nebula decides to finally try beach volleyball–she drives Peter a foot into the ground, so that’s fun, but Mantis sits with Gamora. They talk for a long time. Gamora even puts an arm around her. Must be serious.
It’s after dinner. Mantis is sitting in the ship, playing some kind of game with Drax. Nebula watches it for a moment, until Drax gets up for food.
“I want an answer,” Nebula asks. “About what you have been doing.” Mantis brightens, grinning.
“Come. I’ll show you.”
It’s dusk. The sky is turning a rose color, looking like a wild contrast to Mantis. Nebula follows her, nearly smiling at how enthusiastic Mantis is.
There’s a small little display. It’s a building made of seashells, pearls, anything found on the beach.
There’s “Nebula” written, a heart at the end.
“Do you like it?” Mantis asks. “I asked Gamora if you would like it, because I wasn’t sure, but if you don’t, we can destroy it, and–”
“It’s perfect,” Nebula chokes out. “It’s absolutely perfect, Mantis.”
# WHAT IF I DIED
