I'm mostly just here to try and engage in the more social side of writing fanfiction-- specifically Marvel fanfiction with an emphasis on the Guardians of the Galaxy. If that's your jam and you also ship Peter Quill x Pretty Much Anyone, we can vibe. (Also, I may draw the occasional picture. No promises though!)
I genuinely think it is purposely a little goofy and that they went with it as a characterization choice. If we know anything from this version of Quill's bad-lord era, it's that his idea of what's cool is a bit skewed. That hasn't actually changed now that he's an adult.
I feel like the writers even lampshade it a bit in the spoiler warning ending slideshow where they say Quill is thinking of changing his hairstyle. I think the reaction they're looking for with that line is supposed to be like, "finally! Thank you!" If we ever get a second game-- please, please, please universe! I know it's not likely, but I want it-- I look forward to seeing what Quill goes with, whether it's actually a decent haircut or if it's silly in a whole new way.
Long story short, do I love the haircut? No. Do I think it's perfectly in character? Yes.
have you heard nicotine by panic! at the disco? it’s the perfect roquill song 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
You know, I'm kind of weird in the sense that I don't go out of my way to listen to a lot of music. The stuff I get attached to tends to be from other media I consume. Basically, me not being familiar with songs isn't weird. All that said, it's an easy fix. I just looked up the song and gave it a listen.
And yeah, I can see why it'd make a good roquill song-- especially if we're viewing it as something that's from Rocket's perspective. It's definitely got those desperate and insecure vibes that are a staple of the roquill ship. Rocket having the gut instinct to get away/deny his feelings but being unable to because Quill is too darn charming (a.k.a. addictive) will never get old to me. Roquill is a spicy ship and that's why I enjoy it.
By the way, thanks for submitting an ask! It's nice to be able to get nerdy about my ships!
This scene made me headcanon that Topaz would be a great geek. Like she’d have social media and a YouTube account where she talks about topics such as “Top 5 Ships My Boss Likes”.
Haha! I completely agree! Topaz would be the best fangirl that ever existed-- though perhaps a bit of a problematic one considering how quickly she resorts to melting anyone she deems to be the Grandmaster's enemy. There's no denying the woman is ride or die for the Grandmaster. She's an icon and I adore her.
The Real Guardians of the Galaxy: Season 1, Episode 4 - Oh Captain
Peter gets caught trying to steal the map to some ancient treasure from Yondu and the Ravagers and gets locked up for his efforts. When the crew loses contact with Yondu as he’s out retrieving the supposed riches, Peter uses their worry and his wits to try and make it out of this hairy situation unscathed…and maybe a little richer?
I’ve been watching The Real Ghostbusters and I couldn’t stop thinking about how much I liked the look of old 80s cartoons that were animated in Japan lol. So have some dumb shit.
okay so - i never posted this even though i drew it a long time ago but
just sort of a lil gift for my platonic partner - like who doesn't enjoy some hyperfixation sharing?
also, if you think Star-Lord and Donnie wouldn't get along - don't talk to me (joke)
“I think for this task,” Loki said, looking over their planning boards, “we’re going to need a Thor variant.”
Mobius, coffee in hand, glanced over the same materials. He was doubtful. “But who’s going to help us?” He took a pointed sip. “You aren’t exactly the most,” he paused, glancing over his paper cup, “trustworthy.”
“True.” Loki wasn’t foolish enough to deny it, “but according to this device,” referring to the Tempad, “we may have a possibility here.” He showed Mobius the coordinates.
The other man shrugged, surprisingly cool and collected in the face of existential uncertainty. “Sure, worth a shot.”
Once ready, they teleported to the coordinate points, and were surprised to find themselves on a spaceship. There was no Thor, but a motley crew of aliens and one Midgardian woman all lounging about.
The Midgardian woman, a brunette with wavy hair in her late thirties, glanced up from the comic she was reading upon sensing their arrival. Loki was surprised at how unperturbed she seemed at their sudden appearance.
“What do you think?” the Midgardian asked her compatriot, a creature that looked like a raccoon. “Asgardian?”
“Yeah,” the raccoon said, wrinkling her nose. She was clad in a jumpsuit, with tiny fingerless gloves gracing her hands. “He’s got that hoity-toity look most of ‘em got.”
“Sorry,” the MIdgardian said with a grin, “we’ve got a one Asgardian at a time policy on the ship. Afraid I’m going to have to ask you to leave.”
“I can throw him out the airlock,” a blue man with cybernetic implants and a husky voice suggested.
Another male alien with antennae and big dark eyes clapped his hands in glee. “Can I do it?”
“What about me?” Mobius asked. “I’m not Asgardian.”
“Where are you from?” the Midgardian woman asked.
“Earth.” Then Mobius added: “Hoboken.”
The Midgardian woman grimaced. “Jersey? Yeah, he might need to go out the airlock too.”
“Hey!”
“Hold it!” Loki held out his hands in silent command. “I am here to see Thor. I request an audience.”
“‘I request an audience,’” the raccoon mocked him.
“Rocket,” the Midgardian admonished her friend before turning her attention back to Loki. “What do you want with Thora?”
Thora? Interesting. “I am Thor’s brother,” Loki explained.
The aliens all looked at each other, seemingly coming to the same conclusion: they didn’t believe him.
“Funny, Quill,” Rocket said, addressing the Midgardian, “I don’t remember Thora mentioning a brother, outside of the God of Death one.”
Quill, the Midgardian, regarded Loki. “You the God of Death?” The smirk on her face almost made it seem like she wanted it to be the case, that she was itching for a fight.
“No,” Loki explained, “I’m the God of Mischief. I’m—” He decided to lay it all out of the table lest this crew make good on their airlock threat. “I’m from another timeline.”
The grin slipped from Quill’s face to be replaced with a grim resignation. “Oh god, one of these.”
The alien with the antenna placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. He soothed her by suggesting, “We can still shoot him out of the airlock.”
“Nah,” Quill took to her feet and rolled her shoulders, “I’ll take them to Thora. Can someone tell Draxa to be on standby?”
The antennaed alien stood as well. “I’ll wake her from her nap.”
The blue one glared as Loki and Mobius moved past as if daring them to step out of line.
Quill waved for the Time Agents to follow her. “Thora’s holed up in her room,” she explained.
Mobius quickly looked up some information on the Tempad as they walked. “Apparently these are the Guardians of the Galaxy in this timeline,” Mobius whispered. He scrolled over some pictures, giving Loki names to faces: Rocket the raccoon, Nebula the blue one, Mantis the one with the antenna, Draxa a hulking Kylosian woman, Groot the Flora Colossus and the Midgardian, one “Star-Lord” Brandy Quill.
Quill paused in front of a metal door, knocking with a modest tap. “Hey, I’ve got some weirdo claiming to be your brother out here,” she said.
A muffled feminine voice came from the other side of the door. “My what?”
“I’ll let you guys talk.” Quill pointed at Loki and Mobius in turn, her voice low and threatening. “You make her cry and I’m throwing you out the airlock.”
“What is with you and the airlock?” Mobius asked.
“Piss me off and find out,” Quill said with false cheeriness. She walked off shouting to her crew, “Put on some music, we’ll give them privacy.”
A second later, a breezy guitar number started over the loudspeakers.
I was tired of my lady
We’d been together too long
Mobius looked horrified. “Did she, did she just Pina Colada us?”
The door to the cabin opened, revealing a giant of a blonde woman in a fluffy bathrobe. Buff and with long flowing locks, she was a goddess in early retirement. She stared out at Loki and Mobius with anticipation and then disappointed confusion. “Oh, who are you two?” she asked.
“I am Loki,” Loki explained, “and I presume you are Thor?”
“Loki?” Thora, Goddess of Thunder, frowned. “Prove it, do something Loki-ish.”
He should have anticipated the request, especially since several variants of Loki were dead, the one in this universe might be gone as well. He thought it over for a second and then shapeshifted, becoming a feminine version of himself with long black hair.
To his surprise, Thora immediately enveloped him in a hug. She was taller than him, her head rested easily on his shoulder. “It is you,” she said. She sounded so desperately sad that Loki felt his own heart twinge.
“I assume I’m gone here?” Loki asked, afraid of the answer.
“Yes,” Thora said, obviously reluctant to pull away. “Thanos killed you, I couldn’t stop her.”
Loki swallowed down his discomfort. It seemed that certain things were the same. “I notice your friend,” he said, trying to change the subject, “is very protective.”
“Oh, Quill?” Thora disentangled herself, wiping at her eyes. “She’s been kind, letting me join the Guardians. She’s given me a home and a purpose.” Then, as if she couldn’t stop herself, “She lets me make out with her when she’s sad.”
Mobius’s eyebrow arched all the way up to his hairline.
Thora, horrified at what she just said, grasped Loki’s shoulders and shook him. “Do not tell her I said that. She might not allow it again.”
Loki’s head wobbled back and forth, Thora’s strength was more than comparable to the Thor he knew. “Are you serious?” Loki asked, somewhat disgusted. He remembered the great beauties his brother had pursued. This Quill was perhaps cute but worth this much energy? Ugh, what was with Thors and Midgardians?
“Her lover had been killed by Thanos and then a version from an earlier timeline came back but he doesn’t remember her,” Thora said, explaining too quickly. “When she gets sad about it I comfort her and–” She made a gesture that Loki simply could not interpret.
Variation or not, Loki was not going to sugarcoat his feelings on the matter. “That is incredibly pathetic.”
The expression on Thora’s face shifted, becoming less open and friendly. “What do you want, brother? You did not come here to discuss my love life.”
“We’ve got a big mission,” Mobius said, uncertain how useful this version of Thor would be, “the life threatening kind but you seem to be busy–”
That changed Thora’s attitude instantly. She perked up, like the promise of battle was a lifeblood. “Let me get dressed.”
Although their purpose was recruitment, Mobius was still confused. “I just said this is life threatening.”
Thora went back into her room and tossed off her robe, grabbing her clothes and armor with no regard for modesty. “How life threatening? Can I get injured a little?” She was pleased as punch. “I can have Quill play nursemaid, it would drive her crazy.”
Loki and Mobius shared a look. “As long as she’s strong,” Loki said, under his breath, “I can overlook her–” He tried to think of how to put it. “Everything else.”
Thora slammed the door behind her, dressed for battle. “Come,” she said with great enthusiasm, brandishing a mighty axe, “to glory!”
If you like makin' love at midnight
In the dunes on the cape
Then I'm the love that you've looked for
Write to me and escape
Well, I did the color wheel thing, guys. And I did it in the dumbest way possible-- by making it an excuse to promote some of my favorite Quill ships. Huzzah? Anyway, here is the result-- with an extra cursed commentary edition as a bonus!
Oh, also, I should probably point out that I wanted to spare my last remaining brain cell so I didn’t worry about being accurate. Hopefully everyone is still identifiable despite the liberties I took. :P
