#tulk

[cam-pteryx]

tulk is the perfect man

[tytoz]

yeah, have an extension of my Zootopia-ish Ravagers. Someone wanted to see a Maned Wolf Kraglin so I delivered!! pulse a Red Deer Tulk, a hairy Babirusa Taserface, and the ever lovable thylacine Yondu.   here is some of my earlier work for this crossover: link  I still like weasel Kraglin but the Maned Wolf version is growing on me.... 

[silvershewolf247]

Okay so while I was on vacation, I was thinking about humans being a horrifying species to aliens and what type of funny incidents this would cause when Peter was growing up among ravagers. At the same time, being the pasty ocean lover I am, I got sunburnt. Wanting an outlet for my immense pain, I decided to think about Peter trying to warn Kraglin that he’ll burn in the hot sun during a mission, and Kraglin thinking he’s being overdramatic because by alien standards, burning only means charred, melted, blistering skin and permanent damage. So when Yondu slaps him on the back after the successful job and he screams in pain and tells them he got sunburnt, they all assume that his skin has been irreparably damaged and he’ll experience chronic pain for the rest of his life. When Peter tells Kraglin that he told him this would happen, crew members get on his ass for ruining the boy's life. (This thought also got me thinking about Kraglin having to be nice to Peter because he ruined his life, like Squidward in dying for pie) The crew is actually disturbed at how easily this little Terran is taking his skin being set on fire. Yondu keeps dragging him to the medic to get his burns treated because Peter takes off any bandages they put on him. They’re all pretty sure Aloe Vera is a mythical cure, despite having incredibly similar pain remedies on board that Peter uses. They’re all speechless when after a few days Peter’s back to normal and tells them he got over his burn. Everything seems fine for about a day until someone reports that Peter’s skin is peeling off, i.e. he’s molting.

[fandommemporiumm]

Do you still do the matchups?

Currently i’m taking a break but soon i’m opening up ravager matchups

[triscribe]

Finally got around to watching GotG Vol 2 the other day...

...and this is the result.

(Un)Fortunate Timing

Summary:  “Don’tchu go pointin’ yer weapon at th’ High Captain, Quill,” Yondu rasped, supporting himself against the wall as he staggered forward another couple steps. “I let yew keep that thing t’ defend yerself, not piss off one a th’ only decent assholes in th’ galaxy.”

Featuring: The utterly baffled Stakar Ogord, Mister Yondu “I’m fine dammit!” Undonta, assorted Ravagers, and snarky lil’ kid!Peter Quill

Chapter One - Interesting Introduction

Stakar let his gaze roll over the chaos filling the room before bringing it back to the obviously nervous (and just as obviously attempting to hide it) Kraglin Obfonteri.

“So,” he drawled. “Yondu’s crew finally decided to pull a mutiny.”

The Xandarian bristled at that, along with the dozen or so living men scattered through the room behind him. “Only half th’ crew, thank you, and not the half that won this fight. I know you think he turned inta scum, Ogord, but Yondu’s been keeping his nose clean - that’s what pissed off Taserface and those like him enough to mutiny,” Kraglin growled.

“Mmhm. So, should I assume Yondu died in the fight and now you’re captain of this raggedy lot?” Even as he said the casual words, Stakar felt a stab of pain in his heart. There’d been a time, years past, when he considered Yondu to be something akin to the son he and Aleta would never have. Back in those days, the Centaurian was still adjusting to life as a free being, and projecting a bold as brass attitude to cover up how uncertain he constantly felt - except when around Stakar and the other original Captains. They were family, the ones he felt comfortable enough to be himself around. Stakar always felt proud when he saw the kid relaxing in their company.

But then the Ego matter happened, and he’d been forced to block away all emotion regarding Yondu.

“Actually,” Kraglin coughed, unwittingly bringing Stakar back to the present. “Th’ captain ain’t here. Mutineers thought they’d best ambush us while he an’ his arrow were gone.”

“Gone where.” Stakar didn’t bother phrasing it as a question.

“...Mejak Three. Been there a few days, with, um, one of the new crewmembers. They were due back tomorrow.”

“I see. In that case, we’ll just sit tight until he gets back-”

“Kraglin!”

Both men turned to see a maroon-wearing Ravager approaching, escorted by two of Stakar’s crew in their blue leathers.

“What’s up, Tulk?”

“Trouble - Taserface an’ a couple of his cronies aren’t among the dead. And his usual M-ship is missing from the hangar.”

Kraglin cursed. “He’s goin’ after the Captain and Quill.”

“I wouldn’t be surprised. We’ve gotta get goin’ after them, the Captain don’t know what’s comin’ his way!”

“None of you are going anywhere.” Stakar raised a hand to silence the protests. “There’s not a one of you who isn’t injured, not to mention the fact that I’m not done with this crew yet. I’ll leave for Mejak Three.”

“You’ll just kill Yondu yerself!”

Slowly, one of the High Captain’s eyebrows went up. “And why,” he slowly asked. “Would I do that, if he’s been - as you claimed - keeping his nose clean?”

“Um.”

-GotG-

“Picked up any signals yet, Marty?”

“Just the one so far, Captain,” his first mate answered. “Matches the data Kraglin gave us on this ‘Taserface’ fellow’s ship.”

“Where is he, then?”

“Close - this quarterside of the planet. Looks like he’s skimming the surface.”

Stakar’s eyes narrowed. “Searching for Yondu.”

“Seems so.” Martinex half-turned in his seat in order to look up at his captain, the two of them alone in the cockpit. “Exactly what are we planning when we find him, sir?”

“I haven’t decided yet.”

“Mm.”

Then flew on in silence for a while after that.

-GotG-

“Well,” Martinex said. “I think I know why we couldn’t pick up a signal from Yondu’s M-ship.”

He kept their own craft hovering just above a smoking heap of mangled metal - the remains of the Warbird, a ship Yondu had been flying since he was still a member of Stakar’s original crew. Obviously, Taserface had found it when he got to Mejak Three, and decided to preemptively cut off the Centaurian’s escape by blasting it to smithereens.

“Marty?”

“Yessir?”

“We still have the bastard’s coordinates?”

“That we do. He’s set down over behind the next ridge.”

“Good. Let’s go see if he likes having his own M-ship torched.”

“You got it, Captain.” Hard as it was to see Martinex’s expressions sometimes, there was no mistaking the glee in his voice. Stakar allowed himself a grim smile.

He and Aleta had taken turns teaching Yondu to be a pilot in that ship. For those memories, and them alone, he was willing to enact a bit of vengeance on the Centaurian’s behalf.

Once they’d gotten to Taserface’s black and red M-ship, and subsequently blown it sky-high, Stakar and three of his men disembarked. They hadn’t taken so much as a single step into the forest when a wide-eyed Xandarian emerged at a dead sprint, clearly coming to investigate the explosion. He didn’t have time to do more than gape at the other Ravagers before Stakar fired a shot straight through his skull.

“Guess we’re goin’ this way then.”

After giving Martinex a quick wave to take their own ride back into the air, Stakar set off through the trees.

They had to wander for a bit, but eventually, the sound of blasterfire led them straight to a series of narrow ravines. There was a single guard waiting by the exit, weapon at the ready, who didn’t realize Stakar and his men were there until it was too late. Further ahead and out of sight, an enraged voice was bellowing threats.

“C’mon out, Quill, so I can rip ya ‘part! Ain’t no more Yondu ta keep me from doin’ it, boy! Yer finally gonna see just worthless you are, ya little piece a shit!”

“Gonna take a wild guess an’ say that’s Taserface,” one of the men behind Stakar said.

“An’ don’t he sound happy!” Another joked, hefting up his rifle a bit higher.

The sound of a single shot reached them, followed by a roar of pain and an increase in shouted obscenities.

“I dunno who this ‘Quill’ is, but I like him already. Giffer, Lekz, I want each a you on either side a those cliffs,” Stakar ordered. “Attrik, keep a step behind me.” His men all rumbled their affirmatives, and moved to where their captain needed them. Once they were ready, Stakar led the way into the ravines.

Fallen rocks and trees made the terrain more difficult to navigate, keeping their pace at a crawl. From the way the fool Taserface kept yelling, Stakar guessed that Quill must’ve been using that to his advantage, keeping out of the mutineer’s sight while he ducked around between spots of cover. Sure enough, when he and Attrik finally reached a high point where they could actually see the ugly man, he was blindly firing at the mess of jumbled stones and shattered trunks around him. Like his two followers, Taserface went down before he knew what hit him.

“Nice shot,” Stakar commented absently, getting a grin from his crewman as Attrik powered down his rifle. Then, the High Captain raised his voice. “Oi! Anybody by the name a Quill out here?”

“Who the hell are you?”

Taken aback by the unexpectedly young voice, it took a moment for Stakar to reply. “I’m Captain Ogord of the Starhawk, head of the One Hundred Ravager Clans.”

“Never heard of you.”

Attrik snorted. Stakar shot him a dirty look.

“You know Kraglin though, dontcha? He’s the one who told us you ‘n Yondu were down here.”

“...Did he give you the code phrase?”

Stakar took a deep breath and slowly let it out again. “What code phrase? I don’t have time to waste, Quill. With the Warbird and that Taserface’s M-Ship destroyed, we’re your only way off this rock and back to what’s left of Yondu’s crew. Now, are you gonna show yourself or not?”

After a few beats of silence, they heard a scrabbling noise, followed by a flash of maroon. A moment later, an honest to goodness pipsqueak of a kid popped out of the mess further down the ravine. He scowled at Taserface’s cooling corpse, then transferred a more wary version of the same look to Stakar. “You’re really other Ravagers?”

Seeing that Stakar was too stunned to respond, Attrik did it for him. “Yeah, kid, we are. How old are you?”

The boy’s eyes narrowed. “...Almost fifteen.”

That blatant lie was enough to stir Stakar back to proper functionality. “Now that’s a load a crap if ever I heard one.”

Bristling, the kid’s scowl deepened. “Well how old do you think I am, then? And what’s my age got to do with anything, anyway? You said you didn’t have time to waste.”

Stakar’s patience snapped. “I think you’re barely a day over twelve, that it’s important ‘cause I warned Yondu not to deal in kids anymore, and you’re right, I’m in a hurry, so where is that blue piece a scum hiding while a boy fights his battles for him?”

Instantly, the kid’s right arm swung up, his little blaster aimed straight for Stakar. “You take that back,” he growled, eyes lighting up dangerously.

“What? About Yondu being scum? Don’t tell me he didn’t snatch you away from wherever your home is.”

“So what if he did? I didn’t want to stay there anymore anyway!” The boy’s arm started to shake a bit. “And Yondu’s not hiding! He got hurt tryin’ to keep Taserface away from me, so I had to lead the bastard away before he killed him! And screw you if you think I’m gonna tell you where he is just so you can hurt him too!” The shaking was getting worse, and he brought up his other hand to grip the blaster in an effort to keep it still. Out of the corner of his eye, Stakar saw movement, and knew that both his other men were just waiting for his word to take the kid down before he shot someone.

Thankfully, it didn’t come to that.

“Peter!”

Not so thankfully, it was because Yondu himself appeared at the other end of the ravine.

At his hoarse call, the kid twisted in place, trying to keep the blaster pointed at Stakar even as he looked behind him. He opened his mouth, presumably to say something, but only a wordless noise of distress came out.

Stakar understood how he felt. Yondu was a mess.

There was a wide gash over the stop of his skull, in line with a puncture in his fin that was spitting out sparks. Dark marks that would soon become full-blown bruises covered most of his face, and there were blaster burns peeping through holes in his coat and trousers. The liberal smears of blood didn’t help matters either.

“Don’tchu go pointin’ yer weapon at th’ High Captain, Quill,” Yondu rasped, supporting himself against the ravine wall as he staggered forward another couple steps. “I let yew keep that thing t’ defend yerself, not piss off one a th’ only decent assholes in th’ galaxy.”

“But he- Yondu!” The kid’s protest became a yelp when the Centaurian toppled over. Stakar and Attrik obviously forgotten, he darted down the ravine to Yondu’s side. “No no no, come on you blue doofus, you can’t die! Please!”

Eyebrows going up at the genuine fear in the boy’s voice, Stakar strode after him. The kid didn’t notice until the man stood over him and Yondu.

“You can’t hurt him,” the boy said, practically begging, his little hands gripping Yondu’s coat as if that alone would keep him from death. “You can’t. He’s hurt enough.”

Sighing, Stakar leaned down to grab the kid by the back of his own miniature Ravager jacket. Hoisting him into the air triggered a new round of yowling, as the boy demanded to be let go, cried out for Yondu, squirmed and kicked and scratched like a wild animal.

“Captain?”

“Get him up, Attrik,” Stakar said, jerking his head at Yondu’s prone form. “Call Martinex for a pick up. And,” he sighed again. “Tell him to have the first aid kit ready.”

At that, the kid finally slowed his struggling, staring at him with wide eyes.

“Yessir!”

This was clearly going to be an even bigger mess than anticipated.

(This and further chapters will be posted to both my ff.net and AO3 accounts as soon as I’ve written far enough along to have the plot fleshed out. Hope you enjoyed!”

[hellacluttered]

just some random headcanons about Peter growing up on Yondu’s ship

Yondu teaching Peter to fly and pretending Peter messed up when he didn’t (“No NO, you shouldn’t have pressed that button, boy!” “WHAT?!” “It’s the self-destruct one, all Ravager ships got it!”  “You should have told me; I didn’t know! What do we do!” *Yondu cracks up* “Just  playing with you, take it easy, kid.” “YONDUUUUU!!!!!”)

Yondu taking Peter to all sorts of cool planets and pretending they’re there for practical reasons but he actually just wants Peter to see them cause he thinks he’d like them.

The crew celebrating Peter’s birthday and Kraglin making a birthday cake which comes out really messed up (like, frosting melting and layers sagging and shaky writing) but it means a lot to Peter even though everyone makes fun of it

Peter finding an old jacket of Yondu’s that he really likes but it’s too big so he resolves to work out until his muscles get big enough for it to fit and that’s the real reason he’s so in shape

Yondu teaching Peter to shoot and regretting it when Peter uses some of his dashboard figurines for target practice

But then Peter feels really guilty and buys him some new ones

Yondu always thinking up something to critique when Peter tries to show off to him so Peter always thinks Yondu wasn’t impressed but then one of the crew members mentions how Yondu’s always bragging about him when Peter’s not around

So Peter doesn’t let Yondu hear the end of that for weeks

Storytime with the Ravagers - Peter retelling (and sometimes reenacting) movies from Earth. “So this one’s called Indiana Jones…”

Peter wanting to have some Earth food, only they can’t find all the ingredients and then one day Tulk brings back the coveted ingredient of **PEPPERONI** and they have a pizza party

Peter exaggerating how much parents on Earth buy for their kids because every time he talks about it he seems to find some new piece of tech in his room which Yondu always denies is from him (“Me? Why would I buy you a new blaster? You’re plenty spoiled already, brat.”) but Peter is totally onto him

None of the crew can sing but they all know Peter’s music and whenever he’s in a bad mood someone conveniently starts humming one of his favorite songs and it’s so bad it always makes him laugh.

Peter sneaking a pet onboard and everyone keeps it a secret from Yondu because he has a strict no-animals rule but then one day he comes in to find Kraglin and Peter playing with it and they both totally freeze up (Kraglin starts stuttering an explanation and Peter tries to hide the animal) but Yondu agrees to let them keep it (pretending to be angry about it even though he doesn’t really mind) as long as they clean up after it and don’t let it cause any trouble. He takes care to leave them with the impression that he’s doing them a huge favor and he’s not happy about it.

[cam-pteryx]

oogway and lance got too drunk and we had to carry them home lol

[silvershewolf247]

I’ve been thinking about Nebula’s part in the Mutiny and the feelings that created in the aftermath of Volume 2. I mean Kraglin obviously blames himself too much to be upset or angry at her. We saw that Rocket’s still pissed. But what about Peter, Yondu was his dad and he grew up with that crew. We never see how Peter feels about them all being dead after the mutiny. I mean I doubt he’d shed tears for someone like Taserface, but what about the “innocent ravager” Oblo he seemed pretty nice and he doesn’t seem like an abusive guy or Tulk who never seems to be upset about how Quill’s treated by Yondu, I’d imagine he has some friends on that ship. Do you think he’s mad at her? If he was, would he tell Gamora? and how would Gamora react to those feelings? Do you think Groot dislikes her for manipulating him? Would Gamora be upset when she hears about Nebula’s actions? I can’t see her being mad at Nebula, but may be disappointed? Or would Gamora blame herself for helping turn Nebula into the women who did that?