Warmonga

“Well, not to be a BUZZKILL here, but that’s the thing about dry bones - not so quiet… Sorry.”

“It is all in the fashioning of the necklace-- keep the strands close to the throat so they do not CLATTER. Shall Warmonga demonstrate? She must acquire and clean the bones first, of course.”

    ❛  then maybe cosmo quizzes aren’t for YOU. i’m sure a quiz for slaughtering people will be made one day, or maybe you can make it. ❜ cue a groan from the girl as she realizes she’s lost her game.

“Yes, excellent idea. Warmonga must conquer this Cosmopolitan so that she may create a quiz better suited to Lorwardian tastes.” At nine feet tall it was hard for the alien to comfortably lounge in human-made chairs, but that didn’t stop her from trying. “I like the way that you THINK.”

             “…. MUST NOT SKIP LEG DAY. Got it.” And she types away at the entry field of today’s chosen form of internet dating, resisting the temptation to add do you even lift, bruh? in parenthesis. “Any deal breakers? Things that would make you want to throw someone through a brick wall?”

“Warmonga cannot abide a dishonorable battle mate. Deathfist once boasted that he had conquered over fifty-seven planets-- when he had, in fact, only conquered fifty-six. Warmonga threw HIM through a brick wall.”

                 without her eyes leaving her game screen, she nods her head. ❛  yes it does. you desire to be around other people for the sole purpose of SLAUGHTER. put THAT on the quiz. ❜

“The response field is quite LIMITED. None of the options provided adequately describe my desire to slaughter people.”

I seriously have a thing for battle couples.

Drax / The Destroyer → Guardians of the Galaxy ↳  I recognize this animal. We’d roast them over a flame pit as children. Their flesh was quite delicious.

Whatever nightmares the future holds are but dreams compared to what’s behind me.