#yonduweek

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Kraggles before the ravagers. You never know what's lurking around the corner to steal your innocence. IMVU & photoshop.

Yondu would be nowhere without his kraglin!

#yondu week #yondu week 2022 #yonduweek

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I apologize for not posting YONDU week. I will eventually. Just haven’t been feeling well to write anything, but don’t worry it’ll come eventually.

#yonduweek #yondu week 2020

[yonduweek]

Yonduweek starts tomorrow!

If you write a fanfic and plan to upload it to AO3, you can find a collection here.

#yondu #Yondu Udonta #ravagers #yonduweek #yonduweek2019

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Fic Snip

This is the opening of an upcoming fic for Yondu Week called “(Don’t) Fear the Reaper.” (Fic Summary: Yes, Thanos wants to restore balance to the universe, but it didn’t hurt that Death was kind of cute, too. This is entirely the fault of @burrowingdweller fantastic Thandu fanart.) 

This fic is essentially a reimagining of Thanos’s primary drive in Infinity War to decimate half of all life by blending his MCU motivations (create balance in the universe) with his original comics one (where he’s courting Lady Death). In this fic, Grim Reapers are essentially dead people stuck in purgatory working off their past sins (sort of how Red Skull died and then was assigned the task of leading people to the Soul Stone), but time is wonky in the afterlife and doesn’t quite line up with that of the living. So Yondu has been a Reaper for over a millennia when he is essentially assigned to a young Thanos, who makes himself Yondu’s full-time job. Also, for those who are unaware, Thanos has a younger brother in the comics called Eros who was likely cut from the MCU for pretty obvious reasons (he’s the “hero” Starfox with the power of extremely dubious consent).

The first time Thanos meets Death, he’s terrified.

Reclining on the shores of a mud-thick river, the young Titan sucks on a button, chewing at the lip of hard plastic, and dreams of bread, of fruits falling plentiful from the cornucopia, and of yellow stalks heavy with fat kernels of wheat. His muscles are withered stick-thin and pulled across a too-broad frame. His younger brother, Eros, sits beside him, digging trenches in the wet earth with quick repetitious passes of restless feet.

Thanos tongues the button to one side. “If you have the energy to twitch, you have the energy to check the fishing nets,” he reprimands him.

Eros pauses, looking sheepish. “Sorry,” he replies, lifting himself up to his feet and shaking out his stiffened joints in a stretch. Even with Thanos sitting, Eros stands level to his brother’s forehead. The difference is to be expected. Born during the first Great Famine as an unplanned spare, the boy had grown to be runty and pale, a stark contrast to Thanos’s intimidating bulk.

“Go on, then,” Thanos orders, waving in the direction of the buoy that had floated down and halfway across the stream, the line pulled taut by the swift currents. It had rained that morning, causing the river to swell.

Eros worries his bottom lip with his teeth. “It’s a bit fast, don’t you think?”

His brother’s response is unnecessarily harsh. “If you don’t go, we don’t eat.”

Thanos means not only today but also in general. It had been Eros’s birth that had violated the famine-era one-child law and subjected their entire family unit to reduced rations as punishment. His existence is unnecessary, selfish, with a direct negative effect on Titan’s burgeoning environmental crisis.

The state – and to a certain extent, his own brother – never let the boy forget it.

Eros ducks his head in shame. “Alright,” he says, as he removes his shirt and outer pants to carefully fold and place them on an elevated boulder to warm in the sun. He will be glad for his foresight when he emerges wet and shivering later.

Thanos clicks the button between his teeth.

As a child, Thanos had been different, special, advanced. He had grown quickly, demonstrating formidable strength and advanced intelligence in his youthful endeavors. He often tussled with his father and frequently won, much to the older man’s ceaseless pride. He had also developed an unusual aptitude for hunting, taking down a pachioraptor at an age where most children were still learning to set snares for smaller prey. Surpassing even his physical strength was his cleverness occasionally bordering on a sort of mean-spirited cruelty.

Kronan may never regain sight in his left eye again, his mother had told him.

I see, Thanos had replied, his tone carefully even.

She had frowned at the pun but continued, It appears that the visor he had stolen from Eros was laced with a metal highly reactive to water, and when he jumped into Brower’s Lake, they exploded. She had watched him after, gauging his reaction to the subtle accusation.

Thanos waited a beat, then: Is it Eros’s visor now? Last week, he had claimed ownership over the bronzed wristguards that bore a striking resemblance to the ones Eros had ‘lost’ the day he came home with all those bruises. His mother had taken a deep steadying breath at that, while he persisted, If Kronan hadn’t been both a thief and a liar, then he would still have use of both his eyes.

She had looked at him, hurt and concerned and more than a little unnerved. If you keep this up, you are going to kill someone some day.

Thanos no longer dabbles in explosive eyewear, but he is still his brother’s (reluctant) keeper. Presently, he watches his charge dip a toe in the water upstream from the buoy, hissing at the cold and looking over his shoulder to meet his glare. Don’t you dare complain, it manages to convey. So, the boy stomps forward resolutely, splashing in the shallows before diving into deeper waters.

In contrast to his elder brother, Eros had been a disappointment – feeble, useless, but determined to make up for his shortcomings and prove his worth. He often failed, losing to Thanos in nearly all contests of skill, save one.

You’ve found your calling, Thanos had told him months earlier, flopping onto the opposite shore minutes after his brother. It appears your diminutive stature and lack of muscle mass gives you the advantage in a limited set of circumstances.

Eros had smiled then, happy to have finally bested his brother.

That success had bred expectation and responsibility.

He starts out well enough, his lithe body flashing pale as it breaks through the brown currents in rhythmic strokes. Thanos watches the distance between the boy and the buoy shrink than stall. His body vertical, Eros swims against the water rushing over him.

He’s dawdling again, Thanos thinks. Typical.

He’s about to call out to his brother to stop screwing around when the boy’s head disappears entirely beneath the surface, the white ghost of his body pinned in place but pulled in the direction of the current.

Panic blooms fast and breathless in Thanos’s chest. He spits out the button and rushes forward, splashing into the river and clumsily fighting through the swift rapids to reach his submerged brother. The stream is stronger, faster than anticipated, and his own body is too dense to float effectively as he expends much of his energy just treading water.

Thanos has many gifts, but he has never been a strong swimmer.

The water overwhelming and suffocating him is murky dark brown, but when he opens his eyes, he thinks he sees blue several shades darker than the sky and centered in that unexpected hue, fuzzy from water and terror, two burning red eyes.

It is the face of Death.

Thanos feels the taut fishing line pass by one arm, bowling him over, but he reaches out to grab it with the other hand, grasping it tight then pulling himself above the surface where he gasps large mouthfuls of air. He swivels his head around, chasing his hallucination, chasing Death, but finds nothing but his brother’s body several yards away, his foot tangled in an old discarded net, anchoring him down as the river flows over his limp form.

 …

 In the aftermath of Eros’s fatal drowning, their home is quiet, and his parents grieve in their own way, emotionally detaching from Thanos and from each other. His mother in particular proves inconsolable, sewing then destroying her youngest child’s funerary garbs before remaking them yet again.

It has been three days, and though there is more food available with one less mouth to feed, she snaps at Thanos when he reaches for his brother’s portion. Thanos misses his brother, but that is no reason for good food to go to waste. He wisely chooses not to say as much to his stricken mother.

Instead, she confronts him about the circumstances of Eros’s death on the fourth day.

“My son, tell me: did you…?” She can’t even finish, not wanting to give voice to the unfathomable.

Had he? The current had been swift, his brother small, and their need great.

You are going to kill someone some day.

“No, of course not, Mother,” he replies.

Thanos is uncertain whether it’s the truth, and by the look on this mother’s face, so is she.

#GotG #yonduweek #Thanos #Yondu Udonta #Thandu #Fic Snip #Don't Fear The Reaper #Drowning #Minor Character Death

[fuckyeahndu]

A little interest check for the next yonduweek. Do you even want one?

#yondu #yondu udonta #marvel #Guardians of the Galaxy #gotg #yonduweek

[marsinthecorner]

Yondu Week 2018 @yonduweek Day 7: Purple, Goodbye The last one ya'll! This has been fun as hell, and I managed to do all seven days! Holy fuck!💜💙💜💙

#yondu #yondu udonta #yonduweek #yonduweek2018 #purple #goodbye #day 7 #final one #ravager #space #galaxy #silhouette #quotes #guardians of the galaxy #gotg #gotgvol2 #marvel #mcu #marvel cinematic universe #photo edit #photo manipulation

[lu-vlads]

Day Seven, 27th: Purple, Goodbye, Warmth, Travel, Clothes

Didn’t complete Yondu Week like I always do with everything

#i forgot to post this #just because im trash #yonduweek #yonduweek2018 #yondu udonta #yondu moodboard #gotg

[readordiebyemilyt]

This is somehow post #5001 for me, so please enjoy some Kragdu for yonduweek! Yondu's hands are cold. He should have worn gloves, but instead he’s trying to use Kraglin to warm up. And they are sharing a scarf. Why am I thinking of cute cold weather things to draw now that it’s finally almost summer?

#yonduweek #yondu udonta #kraglin obfonteri #kragdu #scarf

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Day One (May 21st): Dream

Prompt for #yonduweek2018.

Did Yondu Udonta dream? O' course he did. Who didn'? It's just.. His dreams changed quite a few times throughout his life. But his first one, buried deep in 'im. That was something special.

His first dream, back then he wasn't more than a youngling at the time. In the grasps of those disgustin' Kree. When he wore nothing but a dirty loin cloth. He ate crumbs and had to fight for anything bigger against other, larger battle slaves and the vermin in the cell. He'd often had multiple things broken by the end of it, an empty stomach, and had to keep himself from crying.

It was after one of those fights, where he was forced to clean up the mutilated body parts of other slaves who had to fight to the death for the amusement of his captors, when he saw her. He didn't know why she was there, or even what she was, but when she started to walk towards him, he got a good look at her. And then tried to scramble away. It was a Kree, a youngling like himself, but a Kree all the same. He slipped on one of the dead bodies, falling back and struggling to get up.

Her shadow fell over him, and he cowered in response. Afraid, not knowing what she would do. He began to shake, unable to speak and say he was just doing his job.

"It's okay." She said, kneeling in front of him. "Mah name is Miliana Udonta. What's your name?"

At the time, he hadn't known. As a youngling, he hadn't anything to his own. Not even a name. So, he shook his head. He didn't have one.

Her face scrunched, making him shrink back in fear and cover his face.

"Yondu." She said, reaching into the bag at her side. "Here."

He looked out to see what she was holding, a wrapped cloth that smelled of meat. And she was offering it to him.

"Here, Yondu. It's okay." She smiled at him.

"Y- Yawn-doo?" He tried to pronounce the name, his voice was scratchy and hoarse so he could just barely make the appropriate sounds to the name.

Miliana nodded with a smile. She set the bag in his hand and pointed to him. "Yon-doo."

He held the cloth of meat in one hand and pointed to himself. "Yondu?"

Miliana nodded. "That's right! Yer Yondu!"

The- now- newly named youngling smiled. "Yondu! Yondu!" He repeated happily. He had a name.

"Miliana! Miliana!" Came a distant voice, a woman.

"I have ta go." Miliana said, frowning.

Yondu didn't want her to go, so he grabbed her arm, pulling her to him. Their foreheads rested against each other and he felt confusion and happiness and sadness. It was coming from her.

"Yondu, I'll come back." She promised, looking into his eyes. She pulled away and leaned forwards to kiss below his fin. "There. All better." She got up and ran to the voice as it started up again.

Yondu touched where she had kissed, before looking down to the rag. He opened it and saw it was cooked meat. With tears in his eyes, he quickly devoured the meat. It was fully cooked, tasting delicious. He kept the rag after he ate, wrapping it around his wrist that night before he slept.

That night, he dreamed of Miliana and him away from the fighting and blood ane anger and just being happy. The only time he'd been truly happy. Until he saw Miliana and her daddy at the match for his life the next day. She'd tried to help him, and the Kree that owned him, didn't take too kindly to that. In an instant, it didn't matter if Miliana and Yondu's owner were the same race. She was gone, killed as soon as she touched the stadium's blood covered dirt floor.

He went to her, looking at her face as she died, her daddy was causing a riot in the stands, amidst the fighting.

"Miliana.." He said her name, tears in his eyes.

"Yondu." She said, her eyes wide and afraid as she was dying.

"Why'd ya do it?" He asked, looking at her.

"Cause, I.." She coughed, spitting blood onto his face. "Yondu, your my friend. Don't forget that.. Promise.."

Yondu nodded. "Ah promise.." Tears ran down his face, looking at her as she died in his arms.

Miliana smiled, letting herself die. Not hearing the Centurian scream and cry for her, begging for help for her.

After that day, Yondu grew to hate the Kree, forgetting Miliana- her face becoming just one in a sea of faces that died in his hands.

His dreams were filled with the face of a Kree, a child, dying in front of him. He didn't understand, why was he being haunted by this girl? Did he kill her when he was a battle slave? Forced to fight for his life? Or after he was rescued by the Ravagers? Maybe. He hated the Kree enough so he could possibly do something like that. So the dreams he was having were meaningless.

#yonduweek2018 #yonduweek #day one

[ohnoyondidunt]

“It’s gonna be alright now, son” 

Yonduweek day 1: Slavery 

#yonduweek #yondu week #yondu udonta #Guardians of the Galaxy

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*Stakar’s team after a successful mission*

Stakar: Udonta, nice work today intercepting the message. 

Yondu: Alright. Thanks dad.

*Sudden silence*

Yondu: Why is everyone staring at me?

Mainframe: You just called the captain 'Dad’. You said ‘Thanks dad’.

Yondu: What?! No I didn’t, I said 'Thanks man’.

Stakar: Do you see me as a father figure Udonta?

Yondu: No! If anything is see you as a bother figure cause your always bothering me!

Charlie-27: Hey! Show your father some respect.

Yondu: I didn’t call him 'Dad’!

Stakar: No; no-no-no Yondu, I take it as a compliment.

Martinex: It’s not a big deal, I called Begrana ‘Mom’ once and she’s my fiance.

Yondu: Guys! Jump on that, Martinex has psycho-sexual issues.

Aleta: Old news, but you calling Stakar 'Daddy’-

Yondu: Hey, 'Daddy’ is not on the table here.

*Captured Enemy*: But you did call him ‘Dad’ dude.

Yondu: You shut up. You’ve done nothing but lie since you got here.

*Captured Enemy*: Alright I was lying about the shipment. But the ‘Dad’ thing, that happened.

Yondu: AHA! He admitted that his story was a lie. It was a trap, all part of my crazy, devious plan.

Stakar: I believe you..

Yondu: Thank you

Stakar: ..son.

Stakar: Do you want to talk about it later over a game of catch?

Yondu: .......

Yondu: I’d like that

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YonduWeek Day 3: Bonds

Todays theme was meant to be for exploring Yondu relationship/interactions with some of the people he met over his life

I wasn’t fully sure on what to make for today, then I remembered this scene from Brooklyn Nine Nine and thought it would be funny if Yondu went through a similar situation. :)

BTW, ‘Begrana’ isn’t based on anything, I just made up an alien-sounding name

#yonduweek #yondu #yondu udonta #stakar ogord #stakar #aleta ogord #aleta #charlie-27 #mainframe #martinex #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy vol. 2 #marvel cinematic universe #smile speaks

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Centauri IV

#yondu week #yonduweek #yondu week 2022

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Yonduweek 2019 Day 1

Headcanons

Martinex-

Hobbies: He enjoys a good book and probably a book on science too since this first mate was a scientist before becoming a ravager. So a book on a planets wildlife or rock formations is what you'll find him sticking his nose into. He also fancies a good romance novel. He won't admit it but he's a sucker for romance.

Work: Well he's the first mate of course. It took him a while to gain the title. Not only was stakar his mentor but also the previous first mate. The previous first mate was on his death bed and gave the title to martinex and stakar agreed to the dying mans wish (not that he wasn't going to give martinex the title in the first place).

Brahl-

Hobbies: This man actually likes to carve things out of wood. This skill is a very traditional and highly praised skill of his people. His bunk mates get kind of annoyed with him since he leaves all the wood chips around his bed on the floor. He also has a tiny knack for grenades.

Work: Not only is he a bodyguard for yondu when he goes to certain places, but also a Stealth operative. This man knows how to scout a place without ever being seen. Get in and get out like a ghost. Due to his vast knowledge of thieving he leads groups when out on missions as well. He has a high ranking for someone so silent.

Oblo-

Hobbies: He has a thing for drawing. Although he's not very good at it and most of his works are sketchy or abstract it calms him down. Many of the crew make fun of him but it doesn't stop him.

Work: He's apart of the tech team. He isn't the one for fire arms but he is mighty smart with tech. He can research like it's no ones business, come up with new weaponry plans, and hack into secure buildings. This man usually is up late but somehow he is never tired.

#yonduweek #yonduweek2019 #ravager #brahl #oblo #martinex #martinex t'naga #GotG #Guardians of the Galaxy #gotg headcanon

[yonduweek]

It’s time for the third Yonduweek. This time it doesn’t bring the focus on Yondu alone, no, but also on the Ravagers! So it’s time for you to make art, fic, edits, videos, papercuts or whatever featuring your favourite Ravagers. Whether your piece is set in canon or in an AU is totally up to you.

Day 1,  June 10th: Hobbies | Work

Day 2, June 11th: The Best | The Worst

Day 3: June 12th: Rising | Falling

Day 4, June 13th: Family | Enemy

Day 5, June 14th: Mythology | Modern

Day 6, June 15th: Fight | Feast

Day 7, June 16th: Looking Forward | Looking Back

How to participate on Tumblr: Upload your content, tag #yonduweek or #yonduweek2019, and mention @yonduweek in your post!

How to participate off-Tumblr: Upload your content wherever you want and submit your link here! An AO3 Collection will be made in time, of course.

For further questions send an ask!

#yondu #Yondu Udonta #yonduweek #marvel #Guardians of the Galaxy

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Chapter 1 (of 3):  Meet-(Not-So-)Cute

Chapter Summary: Thanos meets Death. Death doesn’t know what to think of him.

Fic Summary: Yes, Thanos wants to restore balance to the universe, but it didn’t hurt that Death was kind of cute, too.

This is entirely the fault of @burrowingdweller fantastic Thandu fanart. For @yonduweek Day 5 - Mythology

Fic Snip:

Death does not remember Yondu Udonta.

It has been over a millennium in the past or approximately fifty years in the future since he had been mortal, since he had felt the burning ice in his veins and suffered the quick asphyxiation of exposure to the void all for the sake of one flawed, perfect boy. The flow of time hadn’t been a river, but a spotlight running over the very fabric of spacetime, illuminating scenes that had already existed in every single configuration, the membrane between parallel possibilities tissue-thin yet impermeable to the beings that lived within them. When Yondu Udonta the mortal ceased to be, his tether to his native timeline had severed, and the Reaper he had became had simply come into being at an earlier instance, forced to serve his sentence in a past he did not recognize among people who were already dust by the time he drew his first breath.

Initially, he had thought it a blessing, a small kindness, to have not been forced to sever the cords of those he had felt a certain level of camaraderie in his mortal lifetime. He could serve out his sentence in purgatory before reuniting with loved ones in the hereafter (whatever that may entail).

But then he reaped his first soul.

The boy must not have been much older than Quill back when Yondu first picked him up, a child who had succumbed to a sudden illness common among younglings in this quadrant. Medicine had not yet caught up to childhood mortality rates, as evidenced by the birth and death dates inscribed in family ledgers.

Yondu had tilted his face upwards towards Fate, Provenance, whatever bureaucratic mix-up caused this mess. “Fuck no,” he yelled at the sky. “I ain’t doin’ no kids.”

The sky had been silent on his refusal, but the boy had not been.

He had whimpered in the way of a body used to chronic pain, but his distress grew every moment Yondu’s scythe remains idle. He curled in on himself, around his middle, his center of gravity, as his invisible cord pulls tight.

“Mister… what’s… it hurts,” he had panted, his astral skin growing pallid and weathered the longer it remained in the in-between, still connected to a mortal body that had already begun to decompose, however slightly. Yondu’s head snapped back to the ailing soul, still struggling to form words. “I want… I–”

He had exhaled out of habit. “Damn it.” Damn me.

His scythe arced towards the child, and when it’s over, he had thought he could feel a sliver of his humanity fade away along with him. If he still had a stomach, he would empty it over his new robes, but he didn’t. Instead, he had dry-heaved and thought of Ego’s children, the ones he didn’t save.

They say you never forget your first.

They are wrong.

#YonduWeek #GotG #Thanos #Yondu Udonta #Thandu #Fanfiction #Don't Fear the Reaper #Child Death #Insane Narrator #Rarest of Rarepairs

[whosyouryondaddy-blog]

Sorry for the quick uncleaned Sketch. But I feel As though being exposed to times where there was no food, Yondu would be pretty big on not wasting no mater what. I promise to fix this later. #Yondu Week

#Yondu #Yondu week #Yonduweek #sketch #peter #Kraglin #food #dont waste #Yondu week day 1 #art #whosyouryondaddy