im writing guardians highschool au so naturally i had to draw the kids
guardians of the galaxy
What do you guys think is a battle slave? Someone who fights for the Kree in their wars or rather someone who fights for their amusement, like a gladiator?
I’ve been wondering this too. I kinda think the Kree’s battle slaves were probably the people who had to do the nasty, dangerous work on the battlefield while the Kree soldier were on the front lines getting all the ‘glory’. Loading the ammo, cleaning the space cannons, removing the bodies, that sort of thing. But it wouldn’t surprise me if they were also made to fight for their masters’ amusement, which might be where Yondu got some of his scars…
Yondu’s nightmares are from his past. Kraglin’s nightmare is losing Yondu.
I think this is the cleanest thing I have ever created O.o
Okay but what really makes this amazing picture terrible is that:
Imagine Kraglin is asleep and having this reoccurring nightmare. He is standing in space and he is fine. But there are others in space floating around. They are not fine. They are slowly dying. That makes sense. Kraglin doesn’t understand why he’s not dying. He’s too afraid to move though. If he moves, he might start floating away too. He might also die.
The others floating by are his friends. Some of them have been apart of the Ravagers for over twenty years. They are dying and fading into space around him. He can only stand still and watch as one by one their faces disappear amongst the endless stars.
Then there is only one last body left to float past him. It’s his captain. His captain, who is his everything.
Kraglin refuses to stand still in space any longer. He reaches for this body. He reaches and jumps and shouts. He cannot lose his captain. He cannot remember what it is like to be alive without Yondu.
But despite his efforts, Yondu floats away just like the others.
Kraglin wakes up, tears in his eyes. He looks around himself and spots the fin lying next to him on the bed. His captain is truly dead and floating around in space. There is nothing for him but to cling to the fin as tight as he can and let the tears come. He is left alone, floating in space without a purpose, without his friends, and without his captain.
How dare
(yes)
Here’s Part 1 of this story. Take a second look at panel 8 to experience a little something I call “that feeling when you accidentally draw the saddest thing you’ve ever drawn.” Wow. But I love the concept of sharing birthdays, so here it is. For their birthday, Rocket and Groot are asking for candy, video games, and incendiary devices. You know, birthday stuff!
Go The Fuck To Sleep (the Yondu and Quill edition)
The rats nestle close to their ratlets,
Half-nut is tryin’ to count sheep.
Yer cozy and warm in yer bunk, my boy.
Please go the fuck to sleep.The portholes are dark in the ship, boy.
Thanos sits out in the deep.
I’ll read ya another damn holopad if ya swear
That you’ll go the fuck to sleep.The Nova who soar through the sky are at rest
As the peace is sure to keep.
I know you ain’t thirsty. That’s bullshit. Quit lyin’!
Lie down, idjit Terran, and sleep.The cosmic wind whispers through space, son.
The stars, they make not a peep.
We’ve travelled thirty-eight lightyears already.
By Anthos, what the fuck? Go to sleep.All the miners from Knowhere are in dreamland.
The fleas have made their last leaps.
Hell no, ya can’t go to the bathroom.
Ya know where ya can go? The fuck to sleep.The Kree fly forth from their homeworld.
Their canons roar and slaves weep.
The hot, crimson rage fills my heart, boy.
For real: shut the fuck up and sleep.Taserface and Narblik are snoring
Wrapped in a big, snuggly heap.
How come ya can fit through the vent ducts
But ya can’t lie the fuck down and sleep?Celestial seeds slumber in Terra,
And the other worlds Ego will reap.
No more questions, this game is over.
I’ve got two words for ya, kid: fuckin’ sleep.The bilgesnipes recline on Asgardian plains,
Trinkets at the market are cheap.
Fuck yer Walkman kid, I ain’t fetchin’ you shit.
Close your eyes, cut the crap: sleep.B.O. wafts around the Eclector
Like a smog cloud it billows and creeps.
My life is a failure, I’m a shitty-ass parent.
Stop fuckin’ with me dammit, and sleep.
A secret bonus verse (posted with permission from @ask-a-ravager)
I didn’t do none of it right, boy
I’m kinda surprised that you weep.
I was lucky you were my boy, son –
I’ll see you after I sleep.