#gotg headcanons

This one is for the girlies!

NSFW, mildly implied AFAB!Reader.

Includes: Natasha Romanov, Yelena Belova, Wanda Maximoff, Peggy Carter, Shuri, Gamora, Nebula, Mantis, and Carol Danvers.

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Guardians of the Galaxy x Reader (platonic)

Imagine takes place post gotgv2

I know I said I would only write for Gamora and Mantis, but this post is an exception. I'm open to write for the rest of the GOTG crew if it's just platonic. Let me know your thoughts! As always, have a lovely day/night‼️

For the collector its imprisioning collecting any and all rare and unique lifeforms and objects...

For the Grandmaster its games and competitions...

Etc...

I don't know his comics origin save for what I've briefly read, I think it said he was a human geneticist who altered his own body and mind to godlike abilities and intelligence, but idk. But I think it would make perfect sense if his MCU version was counted amoung the elders, everything fits. His obsession is evolution and perfection.

What if the other elders don't acknowledge him because even they agree that he's rotten, idk if that would be out of character for them, for all I know they might not have any morals but I'm not too familiar with the comics.

this is a phenomenal headcanon for the mcu!! thank you so much for sharing ♡♡

and yes, herbert e. wyndham is an earther in the comics, but the comics are so earth-centric it's boring imo. i'd much rather read this iteration! his name doesn't feel like it really fits with most of the other elders' names (it's rather modern and terran-esque) but i think a writer could easily argue he chose a new one (especially with him being so obsessed with terran culture) or even change his name a little. (i actually don't think his name is established in the mcu so they could take it any direction they wanted)

all that said, i don't think the other elders would reject him — at least not any more than they tend to reject each other all the time. they're all a bunch of assholes with a very self-absorbed, almost fey (in the worst way) approach to morality. like, you'd probably had one or two who sneered at him extra-hard or refused to acknowledge him, but most would treat him with the same twisted, semifamilial disdain that they treat all the rest of their brethren.

Bathing habits:

While the warm water feels very nice running through his fur—and is a treat he didn't have in his youth—Rocket doesn't like to spend more time in the shower than he needs to, as he doesn't particularly like seeing himself naked due to body dysmorphia. While washing himself clean, it's hard not to focus on all the parts of himself he detests—the scars and metal parts that remind him of his abuse.

On top of that, his thoughts runs wild in the quiet when he hasn't got something to occupy his mind. This is rarely a good thing and most often leads to spiralling. (He'd be terrible at meditation.) For that reason, he can't quite relax, which makes baths even worse than showers. If he could distract himself by thinking about something he plans to build, he could stand to stay a little while longer. Yet once he's put it altogether in his mind—which doesn't take long at all—then he's itching to busy his hands and actually build it rather than waste time.

We have seen Rocket grooming himself with his tongue, but I think that's more of a quick on the go thing rather than how he generally keeps himself clean. It would have started innately in his childhood and the High Evolutionary would have tried to train it out of him, but either he never quite grew out of it or it was something that came back later when there was no external pressure being put on him to stop. More than just a form of cleaning himself though, I actually think it's probably a form of stimming. A self soothing gesture he doesn't really think about doing but just happens when he's trying to wind down—to release tension and keep himself busy when he's stuck with nothing else to do.

a small headcanon of mine, i guess, but there's no way in hell he isn't a boob guy. even after all the stressful things he juggles on a daily, such as spending most of his time protecting the literal galaxy, he still comes home to a sleepy you sprawled onto his bed at the end of the day that makes all of it worthwhile.

It would be one of two gags

1: He would think you being born in the wrong body is a medical condition that gives you the wrong genitals (he wouldn't entirely be too far off either)

Drax: Oh no, that is terrible.. to be born with the wrong genitals.

Character: It's a little more than that, Drax-

Drax, said with the most serious, solemn tone: "I cannot imagine bearing a vagina, knowing I am supposed to have a penis.."

Character: Okay so you have the right idea but I think we're just slightly confused..

2: He would be confused because from the moment he met you, he already thought you were the gender you identified as

Character: Drax.. I'm a woman.

Drax: ... Obviously...

Character: What?

Drax: concerned: Were you unaware? Look at you.. You have the hips of a woman

Rocket Raccoon general HCS

ohohohoho now your talking my language *Cracks knuckles* alright, firing up.

We'll start with leisure activities, Now obviously Rocket would spend most of his time building bombs, weapons or new inventions for the team.

It's normally his number one pass time for boredom.

But then when you came to the team, he normally rolled his eyes whenever you talked about your favourite things from earth.

Until one day, you managed to bring aboard your games console when you first joined the team.

Rocket could hear the clicking of the controller when he was working, About to scold you for a bit until he saw what was on screen.

Whatever you were playing, He was intrigued by the premise of what you were playing.

After a little bit, he got off and went over to you, wanting to give it a go.

Ad after that, He's been hooked ever since, Gaming is now his new pass time alongside bomb-making.

Now for his favourite kinds of food.

Before he joined the guardians, he would have to make do with what he could get his hands on.

The biggest luxury of food was basic bread, he would always hear his stomach growl whenever he could smell it.

He would savour almost every last bit of crumb.

But when he met you, You would've brought back any form of earth food whenever you or Peter needed to make a stop there.

When you brought your bags in, you placed them into your snack drawer.

One day, the smells of said snacks peeked into his nose, Curiosity getting to him.

Deciding to sneak into your room and find the snack draw.

"Or...Ore...Oreo's ??"

He opened the packet and took a quick sniff, Smells sweet. But did it taste good ??

One bite... He was in heaven.

You then found the empty packet... More like rummaging through the snack drawer.

Finding him passed out on the floor with the empty packets.

Knocked out in a food coma.