Yaka Marksman

Semi Private / Semi selective indie rp blog for Yondu of GOTG. TRIGGERING & Dark Themes are possible Written and loved by Des. About || Rules

[ravagerscavenger]

Guess what, y’all. Your favorite neighborhood dumbass remembered their login info for this account. How yondouin’?

[shellheadtmarc]

  “ AWESOME FACIAL HAIR BROS! ”          Tony Stark | Iron Man                                                            “ I hate you. ”                     @incalescens​                                                   Stephen Strange | Sorcerer Supreme                                                                                                @rahasyamay

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Desmond miles: Soldier of the world

Assassin: /əˈsasn/ noun

a murderer of an important person in a surprise attack for political or religious reasons.

He is the one that saved the W O R L D & brought us to the E N D. A man with no ambition, no plans for the future, but what he did have was HERITAGE

Slightly canon divergent + Independent Desmond Miles RP Blog + OC & AU friendly + 21 + + LIKE / REBLOG If you’re interested in rping with someone as nerdy as their muse.

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Rules summary: Don’t be a little shit. Be nice. Seriously. That’s it. That’s pretty much the whole thing.

Penned and very adored by Des.

[ravagerscavenger]

I’ve been getting new followers. And albeit I work today, y’all, attack my ass box and dm for some plots??? I’m a marshmallow, I swear.

[ravagerscavenger]

I’ve been getting new followers. And albeit I work today, y’all, attack my ass box and dm for some plots??? I’m a marshmallow, I swear.

[ravagerscavenger]

I got some shit to do via school. (class and work doesn’t officially start til Monday, but, Listen here, Linda). So y’all can add me here. Just lemme know who you are.

(ps: downloading Sta&&k & Str//nge crap because @pyrrhicha needs Awesome Facial Hair Bros. )

[madtiitan]

THANOS / 616 BASED WRITTEN BY RIN. 

         THE UNIVERSE ARE MY BONES. THE STARS ARE MY EYES, MY GOAL IS TO BE A CONSTELLATION OF VICTORY. I WILL DREAM ONE LAST TIME. - FOR WHO RUN FROM FEAR ARE NOT WEAK BUT FAR FROM DEATH. THEY CHEAT, THEY HIDE AND YET TIME WILL DECIDE. YOUR MIND IS YOUR OWN UNTIL SILENCE CONTROLS. SPACE IS DANGEROUS WHEN TRAVEL IS BLIND. IN REALITY YOU NEEDED A SOUL TO LIVE AMONG, AN ENDLESS LIFE.   - TITAN. ( rin ) 

[adagaium]

silverrumrunner:

onlinewifey:

A coffee pot can be a coffee mug if you just don’t fucking care

[esther-viola]

Another kitty fan art: painting of Michael Rooker / Yondu and his Lil Kitty. She seems feisty enough to catch that arrow.

[ravagerscavenger]

pi·rateˈpīrət/

noun

1.a person who attacks and robs ships at sea.synonyms:freebooter, marauder, raider;

Ravager Captain Yondu Udonta MCU rp blog •  New blog  •  Semi Private / Semi Selective •  I dont even know how the damn kids are doin’ promos these days. • Just spread around if you’re interested. Blog 

[ravagerscavenger]

"Yondu, I-...I think I messed up."

It was a sentence Yondu never wanted to hear. Not from Quill, at least. The kid never admitted things like that. It was all deflections and jokes to cover up the real bullshit going on. A crap coping mechanism that Yondu has only himself to thank for. It was just another item to add to the long list of screw ups he did by his son. If the man was going to be truly honest with himself, he almost didn’t want to hear what Peter was going to tell him. The weight in his chest was growing heavier by the second; for he knew just how significant it was that he was coming to him with this. He sounded scared - maybe even a little broken. That was what hit Yondu the hardest. He bit his lip ever slightly; a stall tactic. “Yeah?” There was hesitation - a soft tone to the man that didn’t come often.“What the hell happened, Quill?”

[ravagerscavenger]

I’m gonna get some things done later, y’all, after I get sleep. I saw IW today. I personally demand financial compensation for the emotional trauma I’m going through. (Spoiler: im just an emotional masochist)

[ravagerscavenger]

When you have the tag “why are you like this” dedicated to just you.

[xtrainee]

   I’m just a bad guy who gets paid to fuck up worse guys.

                                                 Indie, private & selective Deadpool                                                 Movie Canon with Comic Influences

[tsukaretame-blog]

colorful headcanons.

[pyratetm-a]

( send me a copic color for a headcanon )

frost blue: does your muse enjoy the snow and cold? or are they the type to enjoy summer more?

peacock blue: is your muse honest? what sorts of lies do they tell, if not?

lapis lazuli: does your muse prefer the idea of exploring the depths of the oceans, or the boundless expanses of space more?

reddish brass: how likely is your muse to step up and take the role of a leader? are they willing to take the challenge, or are they more apt to being a follower?

burnt umber: how stable is your muse, mentally and/or emotionally?

champagne: does your muse drink (alcohol)? are they a heavy drinker, if so?

tea orange: what is something that your muse is fascinated with?

malachite: has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

olive: is your muse prone to feeling envious of others? if yes, what is it that they typically feel envious over?

vermillion: is your muse courageous, or would they consider themselves to be more of a coward?

coral: what is your muse's romantic and sexual orientations?

bougainvillaea: would your muse consider themselves as blunt, or do they beat around the bush instead?

currant: what's something that absolutely disgusts your muse (can be a person, place, thing, ect)?

crimson: how passionate is your muse about the things they love most?

raspberry: what food and/or drink can your muse not get enough of? do they indulge in it often, or is it something reserved for special occasions?

baby blossoms: does your muse have a favorite scent? what is it, and why?

mallow: what sorts of things might remind your muse of those close to them? any scents, objects, sounds?

aubergine: does your muse prefer the day, or are they more of a night-owl?

acacia: how much does it take for your muse to hate someone?

cadmium yellow: what subjects or topics does your muse avoid, because they bring up harmful / painful memories?

honey: when your muse loves someone (whether it be romantic, platonic, or familial love), how do they show it?

chartreuse: if you had to describe your muse with a color, what color would it be and why?

anise: when it comes to self-care, what does your muse do to take care of themselves? do they take care to spend time on it, or do they feel they don't deserve it?

new leaf: what message would your muse send to their past self, if any?

moss: how easily does your muse adapt to any new situations they're thrust into?

silk: does your muse care about appearances much? do they spend a lot of time on their own appearance, or do they just go with the flow each day?

sanguine: does your muse typically have an optimistic, pessimistic, or some middle ground outlook on life?

atoll: if your muse could go anywhere, without any restrictions whatsoever, where would they go? why would they go there?

cool grey: if your muse could ensure one thing for certain in their future to come, what would it be?

black: does your muse have a 'bucket list?' list some things your muse wants to accomplish before they die.

[mjalti]

I hate it when people ask “do you trust me” like …don’t call me out like that ……..the answer is no

[ravagerscavenger]

Tell us about a time when you had to pull Peter out of another jam.

There’s a scowl that settles plainly on his face. When wasn’t there a time that Yondu had to pull that skinny little brat’s ass out of another heap of trouble? As an adult, all it seemed like Quill was doing was getting himself into tight squeezes the ravagers couldn’t easily pull him out of. ….Not without risking looking softer than some of his guys accused him of anyways.

And Quill was somewhat a semblance of “grown up”. Even if he still acted like the same scrawny little kid he abducted all those years ago.

“There was a time we went on a planet for some … let’s just say treasure,” a wry smirk curled his lips. Treasure meant it was a particular item a collector hired them to procure. And by procure, he really meant steal. Unfortunately, intel hadn’t given them much about the inhabitants of the world. Nothing that indicated the monsters that crawled into the ruins of what used to be home to some species or another … and made it their home. Not that he could blame those damn critters. That’s all sentient beings were good at.

“There was somethin’ or other like a mutated worm…. except you know,” there was a gesture around his own gangling teeth with his fingers. “Oversized critter had a lot of teeth. Teeth on it’s teeth. All the way down it’s damn throat. Quill snuck his damn walkman with him on the mission. Listen to the music while we got organized and make him do all he was good for; crawlin’ in small spaces.” And dammit, was it a nightmare to get him to do that some days.

“Long story short, it nearly dropped into the fissure into the ground below… right where the animal made it’s nest. He tried to grab the damn thing. And we both almost got eaten. Kraglin broke his arm catchin’ me.” There’s a pause,

“He got the biggest beating of his life for that mess we all got into. Lucky the score didn’t go south too.” A small pang of guilt shifted in his chest for that incident. He knew he’d gone too far that time.

But damn that boy, he scared them all.