𝐈𝐕𝐘, guardians of the galaxy

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my pain fits in the palm
of your freezing hand

𝕾ylia never really felt like she belonged.

That was the thing she had been searching for her entire life. Belonging. A place where her existence wasn’t a source of shame masked as pity. A place where her father didn’t look at her with that cold, disapproving gaze that made her feel like an outsider in her own family.

From the moment her delicate fairy wings shimmered under the palace lights, Sylia was set apart. Her mother had called her a blessing, her uniqueness a gift from the gods. The servants echoed the sentiment, fussing over her beauty. But all the praise in the world couldn’t drown out her father’s silent judgment. King Athos wasn’t a man who embraced imperfections. To him, Sylia was a flaw in an otherwise perfect royal lineage — a problem to be fixed, hidden, or sent far, far away.

His solution came cloaked in duty: an arranged marriage to a prince on some distant, unimportant planet. It wasn’t about alliances or love, just a convenient way to rid himself of the embarrassment she represented. The news spread through the palace like wildfire, whispers turning to smirks, pitying glances following Sylia wherever she went. It wasn’t long before her mother found out, and then Sylia herself.

She remembered that moment with painful clarity — the way her chamber, with its gilded walls and ornate tapestries, felt like it was collapsing in on her. She had always known her father didn’t approve of her, but this? To be discarded, sent away like some unwanted artifact? It was unbearable. The world she had fought to understand was now telling her she had no place in it.

So, she ran.

On a night when the moon hung low and the palace grounds were wrapped in shadows, Sylia made her escape. She didn’t know where she was going or what she was doing — she had never even flown a ship before — but desperation had a way of sharpening instincts. Fear and exhilaration blurred together as she left the only home she had ever known behind, determined to find something better.

Her first days in space were chaotic and terrifying. She barely remembered the details of how she stumbled into Rocket and Groot, her mind too clouded with exhaustion and fear. What she did remember was the warmth of Groot’s presence — a quiet, unassuming comfort that felt like it had been missing her whole life. And Rocket, for all his gruffness and sharp words, didn’t push her away. Not really.

Somehow, they became her family. It wasn’t easy — Rocket’s temper clashed with her gentleness, and the life of a bounty hunter was far from the peace she thought she wanted. But with every mission, every narrow escape, and every quiet moment aboard their ship, Sylia felt a little closer to what she had been searching for.

Belonging.

Not in the palace halls that once caged her. Not in the marriage her father had arranged. But here, in the vastness of space, with a talking raccoon and a sentient tree, she found the kind of home she had always dreamed of. One where she didn’t need to hide her who she was.

SYLIA, GODDESS OF NATURE ୨୧ anya taylor joy

alien. lesbian. probably taller than anyone you know.

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MIXTAPE !

𝐢. ivy────taylor swift
𝐢𝐢. space girl────frances forever
𝐢𝐢𝐢. genesis────grimes
𝐢𝐯. ophelia────the lumineers
𝐯. daylight────david kushner
𝐯𝐢. first love/late spring────mitski
𝐯𝐢𝐢. we fell in love in october────girl in love
𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. apocalypse────cigarettes after sex
𝐢𝐱. girls────girl in red
𝐱. sofia────clairo
𝐱𝐢. margaret────lana del rey
𝐱𝐢𝐢. mirrorball────taylor swift
𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. labyrinth────taylor swift
𝐱𝐢𝐯. hooked on a feeling────blue swede
𝐱𝐯. cherry bomb────the runaways
𝐱𝐯𝐢. come and get your love────redbone
𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢. bohemian rhapsody────queen
𝐱𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. francis forever────mitski
𝐱𝐢𝐱. fourth of july────sufjan stevens
𝐱𝐱. let the light in────lana del rey
𝐱𝐱𝐢. how to disappear────lana del rey
𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐢. the prophecy────taylor swift
𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. but daddy i love him────taylor swift
𝐱𝐱𝐢𝐯. my love mine all mine────mitski
𝐱𝐱𝐯. say yes to heaven────lana del rey