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11 / 10.
groot is love. groot is life.
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send a❓and i’ll tell you how much my muse trusts yours on a scale of 1/10 and why
11 / 10.
groot is love. groot is life.
🍂 !!
🍂 for my muse to jump in the leaves with yours.
he was readjusting his red wool scarf around his neck when he heard a small voice calling, “i am groot.” he gazed down and sure enough, he found the tiny creature looking back up at him. the first time tim found out about groot he thought about the ents from the lord of the rings straight off the bat. and everyone who knew tim knew that he loved it. so you can imagine how excited tim felt when he found out ents, essentially, did exist. he couldn’t help the warm smile forming on his lips as he crouched down in front of the adorable creature. “hi there groot. did you wanted to tell me something?” when he nodded and pointed at a pile of leaves in the distance, tim nodded in return and extended the palm of his hand towards groot. once he was settled, tim carefully made his way towards the leaves. before he had a chance to set groot down, the little creature was already yelling ‘i am groot’ as he jumped from tim’s hand in mid air and into the small pile. tim chuckled as he watched him throw a few leaves up in the air. “i’m gonna gather more of them up okay?” he set off to work on the pile and once he was done groot pointed at the leaves, motioning to tim to join him excitedly with a grin. tim nodded with a wide smile and propelled himself forward at the same time as groot did. all the leaves were scattered as contact was made, and tim was laughing until he noticed groot hadn’t resurfaced. “groot?” after a few moments, the little creature popped its head up, arms in the air and yelling ‘i am groot!’ tim grinned, giggling afterwards at the adorableness that groot was, and then began throwing a few leaves up in the air with groot following suit.
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Steve couldn’t help but grin as soon as he saw Groot, not having formally met him before, or at least for long enough to make an impression. He looked the creature up and down and sat cross legged on his bed, using a pillow to cover his chest. “Sorry, I promise I usually wear more, you kinda caught me at a bad time.”
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groot liked for a starter! ---✘
❝ Groot ! ❞ he called to the small tree, in a worried tone. his fluent steps moved a little bit quicker, as he tried to flag the creature down. tho you couldn’t miss him. t’challa. he kneeled down again. ❝ i did not hear from you after everything that has happened. are you okay? ❞
@barkbodied
@BARKBODIED.
striding through the jam-packed mansion, peter makes his best to reach the front door without causing some sort of stirrup. it almost feels like high school again ---------- without the pushes against the locker and the SNARKY REMARKS behind your back. as his feet shuffle across, something throws off his balance, causing him to STUMBLE and almost fall. his eyes wander down to kick the OBSTRUCTION away, but in the midst of lifting his leg up, he stops in total shock. “ what the ---------- ?? ” a baby tree with eyes ?? jumps back the second he notices it move. “ i almost crushed you, sorry dude. do you need a lift ?? ”
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( blood tw )
WETNESS. she’s managed to dissociate, her hand pressing against the wound in her side, pulling back to reveal red coating her fingertips. B R E A T H E. a choked gasp leaves her lips, eyes squeezing shut. It’s okay, she’s okay- the touch of a hand, the sound of a familiar voice from miles underwater, “ I’m fine. “ her breath is shaky ( she’s most certainly NOT ) slumping forward onto her forearms. another shallow breath, “ I’m...I’ll be okay. You good ?? “ she has to get up, has to keep going, it’s not SAFE. “ We have to keep going. Come on.”
Send ➺to find my muse badly wounded and bleeding after a battle.
Charles decided he must be going crazy. Not only had he almost managed to run someone ( something? ) over with his wheelchair, but they ( he? she? it? ) appeared to be a tiny plant.
With a face.
He did a double take. “Uh... I’m sorry?”
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