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Again loving this and need everyone to see
I talked to @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr about their OC Rose and she's super cute. Thought it was really fun that she and Peter were the prankster siblings, so I made a little sketch/doodle of it!
I don't know why but I can imagine Peter trying to show Rose the bucket over-the-door prank on Drax and the three have a good laugh about it, only to find Drax later, still with the bucket on his head.
In case you can't read my handwriting it says "Stuck but just poked holes in bucket & went about his day" pointing at Drax.
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WELCOME BACK BECKALICIOUS I MISSED YOU SO <333
May I please request a lil smth smth ?
Rocket comes home in the early morning from a mission while Reader's asleep.
You take it from there, lovey <333
IM GLAD TO BE BACK!! it's an honor to have my first request be from you <333
masterlist. requests.
His icy stiff fur brushed against your cheek as he lowered himself onto you.
His lips met your own, and once more he was put through the cold trenches his recently completed commission had required him to trudge through. Your lips were cracked shells prickling him, but his own warm ones wrapped around them gratefully.
He lifted himself off you, and a hot compress squeezed his shoulder and halted his movement.
Your eyes searched him. Wide awake, hair in loops and tangles in your face that you now brushed aside, your hand now sliding down to his blizzard-covered collarbone and reaching his built chest and abdomen.
“You’re … here.” he would have assumed the wind had spoken if he hadn’t observed your lips moving at that silent moment.
If your voice was candy he could savor in his mouth, he’d let it melt down to the last sugary atom, covering his teeth and tongue in nothing but the taste.
He smiled. “I ended earlier than expected—”
Your hands clasped his collar and he was caught in your lips once more, more contact than ever when both his and your mouth were wide open, and your tongue browsed generously through his teeth.
He reciprocated, tongues meeting and passing through each other like a solar system relying on each other’s orbit. If he didn’t need his arms to prop himself above you, he would have given you some of his ice, feeling the skin of your arms and realizing you could bake cookies on them from the heat alone. That’s what you get for not listening to him; you always insisted on making your surroundings colder so you could be comfortably wrapped in your cloudy duvet, but you always end up burning hot in the mornings.
Stubborn, stubborn you.
Just as stubborn as you are beautiful.
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The drawing?? the description?? Everything? I WILL CRY RN GUYS
rose -ˋˏ ༻ʚ𑁍ɞ༺ ˎˊ-
is such a fuckin delightful oc, created by @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr ♡♡♡ who is kind enough to let me draw rose whenever i just wanna paint a woman with cotton candy curls (which is all the time)
look at this sweetie. LOOK AT HER she is a glorious faerie princess, very sweet with nebula, lover to rocket, half-sister to pete & mantis, secret badass with a heart of gold who almost everyone underestimates. she’s the princess of dancing on her home planet and her people have the power to grow various flora and vines — a talent which she uses in battle (along with just being a badass who can hand-to-hand just fine). she also like. ran away from home && left some royal at the altar because her abusive mom was trying to marry her off… with a fuckin intergalactic girl band, if im remembering right. seriously this girl has a complex and rad-as-hell backstory and you should go read it ♡
anyway her beautiful wings were ripped off by thanos in the infinity war battle, but the goddess of her planet’s people eventually gifted them back to her — and ever since reading that story, i couldn’t get it out of my head. i just wanted to draw rose getting her wings back
so anyway here she is. i love her and am always greedy for more of her story
thank you for letting me draw her again, my dear friend ♡♡♡ she’s just too fucken pretty
original rose appreciation post
let me love your OCs masterlist
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Omg you have another Rose idea? Stop I will cry right now. This is so beautiful babes and you are fabulous @raccoonfallsharder
let me love your OCs
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masterlist
to request a doodle, read and reblog this post. (currently closed)
doodle requests are temporarily paused as i catch up on a long queue!
i reserve the right to choose & reorganize my queue based on wherever inspiration strikes (it's not that i don't like your OC ~ it's just that my creativity is a fickle thing). i do tend to most enjoy drawing humanoid femmes with reckless hair in the gotg fandom, so they will probably get priority.
here's the queue (and a few samples) so far!
Rose(@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr ) & Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you for letting me draw these two lovelies. You know I headcanon them as interdimensional besties ♡
Another Rose (love-for-faeries-go-burrrr) because I love her so, so much. [WIP]
Brita (@pretty-chips) is such a pure, delightfully fun character with record-store-clerk vibes. Thank you for letting me draw her. She is a glowing sunbeam-soul.
another Brita wearing a terran t-shirt gifted to her by my oc, Jolie Spinner
another Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you again for letting me illustrate some of Moon's rad powers. i am OBSESSED. I appreciate so much you bringing her to life!
another Moon (glow-autumz) because she has captured my imagination. [WIP]
Chérie (Cherry) (@aliasrocket) I have a crush. 10/10 would attempt to flirt with (badly). Thank you so much for creating her and letting me doodle her!
Jolie (Window Across the Galaxy) - my gremlin child. just some scritchy-scratchy character concepts. feel free not to look if you want to imagine Jo in your own way.
♡ another series of low-rent jolies
♡ the "real" Jolie doodle - refined, finished, && in color
♡ i just wanted to add other folks' beautiful art of jolie here too. i am so grateful for these treasures ♡♡
very first portrait of jolie by @raccoonmybeloved ~ so fucking cute i died
sims of jo by @evolvingchaoswitch ~ particularly love her paint-spattered outfit
an absolutely drool-worthy nsfw of rocket & jolie by @lazarel-3000 that permanently has altered my brain chemistry and lives in my mind forever ♡♡♡
Fleuret (I think?)(@elegant-fleuret) is my personal caffeine deity. i now pray to her for the ability to scrape myself out of bed and for deliverance from coffee crashes. she is also the dj of knowhere which is possibly the coolest fucking job in the universe and i would like to be her friend.
Star (@cleo-is-babygirl) is a pure fluffy little sundrop and a brilliant self-taught medic/surgeon. she is also the first tanuki/anthropomorphic animal i have drawn other than rocket so i was very nervous but i did my best. thank you for letting me try something new and expand my experience, friend!
Juno (@lazarel-3000) is one of my favorite OCs ever. she is everything. i want to be her && i want to date her (unfortunately she only has eyes for rocket).
Avery Malloli (@evolvingchaoswitch) is a fuckin badass bar-owner with sexy arm-muscles and tattoos and both i and jolie have crushes on them.
Ken (thismonthshyperfixation) [WIP]
Dori (funkydancingdinosaur)
Magril (rxin3akamallory)
Akira (bakaotakulife)
Mira (evolvingchaoswitch)
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I need to take time to read these my god. I know how good it’s going to be
Day 17: Triptych
smut ♡ (day 17 ~ praise kink)
18+ only • Word Count: 5,514
Summary: rocket’s girlfriend is a virgin in three different universes.
based on a reader comment ♡♡♡ in three parts
smutty foreplay, mostly. minimal editing & very oversimplified “plot”/set-up for each vignette. heavy on the praise kink. use of slut (affectionate). references to exhibitionism and impact play. orgasm delay & overstimulation. no use of [y/n]; minimal editing. i liked this when i wrote it two days ago but i can no longer tell what words mean so if it's no good i deeply apologize (you deserve nice things) ♡ anyway during kinktober we say "fuck everything - including plot.” ♡
based on day 17 of @flightlessangelwings’ Kinktober 2023 Prompt List
banner created by @the-purity-pen ♡♡♡
♡ comics (rosenberg, ewing, etc) ♡
You’re on the ship for cycles before Rocket speaks to you beyond the necessities. It takes him a while to open up to Earthers and he doesn’t know you. Frankly, he doesn’t need more friends - he’s got his hands full with these d’ast flarkin’ idiots already.
But one sleep shift, you just can’t seem to close your eyes, and you find your way into the cockpit. You know he’s been flying the whole time, by himself, and he must be tired. You bring him a mug of coffee, just the way he likes - so hot that the generous amount of milk almost scalds, with just a little bit of sugar - and you sit quietly with him while you sip your own.
♡ comics (skottie young) ♡
Groot has adopted you and honestly, Rocket is more annoyed at the fact that his best friend is always picking up strays than he is annoyed at you. You’re actually not so bad - he’d rather be stuck with you than Star-Lord, for instance. You also seem to get almost as excited as he does about Groot’s wrestling matches - not even because you have any money riding on ‘em, but just because you like Groot so much and you wanna support him or whatever. Your face lights up at those d’ast matches. Rocket doesn’t think he’s ever brought a princess to a match and not had her be annoyed about it, so seeing you all excited and yelling and cheering at them kinda does something to him.
Plus you’re always giving Rocket your big beautiful grins and shining eyes and if he didn’t think it was generally a bad practice to fuck his crewmates, he’d absolutely try to get into your panties. He bets you wear the cutest, most simple ones. Terran cotton, probably - maybe with a little ruffle around the hips. Pale pink, or with a stupid little bow in front. Polka dots, maybe.
Rocket spends a disproportionate amount of time thinking about your panties.
♡ movies (mcu, gunn ) ♡
Rocket’s had a stupid, nonsense want for you since day one, much to his displeasure. At first he tries to crush it down by acting like a jackass. Nothing’ll scare a Terran humie off more quickly than being myself, he thinks bitterly.
But it doesn’t work. You try to give him his space but otherwise, you don’t treat him any differently - don’t look at him any differently. You still make him a cup of coffee when you pour everyone else’s and you still tell him good morning and good night. You still check to see if he needs anything when he’s been flying or fixing things for way too many hours in a row.
He likes you for that even more. He might even be starting to frickin’ love you, which is horrifying.
read more on ao3 ♡
read Day 15: Sunshine ♡
read Day 14: Soft ♡
read Day 13: Proof ♡
read Day 12: Heavy Artillery ♡
read Day 11: Nod for Yes ♡
read Day 9: Practice ♡
read Day 8: Turbulence ♡
@evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @pretty-chips ♡ @suicidalshitstick
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I’m literally reading this over and over at work in secret idc it’s beautiful 😭😭😭
Rocketober day 1 : ‘friends’
title : stars.
hey guys! Starting this off just to say I’m still on break, my exams have barely started, I just wanted to do a quickie for the first prompt for Rocketober since I have brought it up once in a poll before. Sadly, I’m not sure if I’m able to do the rest of the prompts but I’ll try to do the ones I really wanna do. Take care everyone!
here’s the rocketober list if you’d also like to participate.
Just like the op in the link, I’m accepting requests now for Rocketober prompts, please be sure to specify which prompt you’re putting in a request for.
“Guys, this is my friend.”
Nebula spills your name and points with a glass-filled hand, champagne sloshing inside when her finger swings to point to you.
Rocket could have sworn that she had stepped aside to let the fluorescent lights beam down on just you.
You, with that dainty little wave but a red dress that said otherwise, hem ending halfway up your thigh and a black purse hanging from your shoulder. Was that even a purse?
The moment rotated, just as time does, and the light had swung around to find another muse. Not that Rocket was complaining, because you looked even better in star-stewn hues, some slivers of you hidden in the dark for him to discover again.
If you weren’t Nebula’s friend.
It was a hypothetical.
Hands stretched out from behind him, soon coming around to greet you more personally—after all, they weren’t going to be here for long. Mantis and Quill have each come back from their lifelong trips to catch up with the ol’ gang. Like things changed.
Rocket serves another glance and you were already looking back at him, a star in your eyes each. He came forward with an averted gaze and offered his hand.
“Rocket,” he said, not sure if it had been over the music but when you bent down to let him hear the name he’ll never forget, you took it and let him decide the shake’s strength.
His second round of looking away had been when there was a slight ripple in your exposed cleavage—nothing screams pervert like a speechless rat.
“Rocket,” you repeated, and Rocket took a step back. “That’s a pretty name.”
Yeah, comin’ from pretty lips. The grinding in his teeth almost matched the bass of the party music.
He gets daggers in the form of a look from Nebula, and if you hadn’t been standing right in front of him he would have rolled his eyes.
“Thanks.”
Your chest flinched and you blinked, only for a split second—and because Rocket’s the master of looking away, of drawing back, of letting the pieces fall where they may, he’s stuck looking at your heels and on the floor hoping you don’t hear the cracking noises.
And you cracked just then, too.
Well, no, it doesn’t matter. If you did, didn’t—you were Nebula’s friend. Everyone had already drifted back to their shared table, and it’s another piece of reality that had its hands roaming his throat; you were off bounds.
“Rocket, are you okay?” Mantis asked, tilting her head as her forehead crinkled in that frown he remembered so well even after time made its rounds.
“Yeah, yeah.” The answer cut into whatever had been lying at the tail end of that question. Everyone lowered their heads and held the base of their drinks, not speaking and letting the music beat against their backs.
A light flashes, and a warmth engulfed his hand before he could swipe it to his chest.
Mantis’ antennae were lowered, but the glass in her eyes reflected its light clearly. Her hand was right where Rocket’s had been.
“Fucking—Mantis! We talked about this—you know what? I don’t even have the energy,” Rocket spat. “I’m outta’ here.”
“Wait!” Mantis grabbed Rocket’s shoulder.
“What’s going on?” Quill asked, head emerging from his drink.
Mantis’ head pivoted back to Rocket’s after Peter’s question, lips pursed as the inner corner of her brows arch upwards.
“Hey, if you don’t wanna tell Quill, tell me!” Drax whispered, or made a sad attempt at doing so, but over the music he was yelling.
Quill scowled. “Dude, not fair! I asked first, I get dibs!”
“That’s not how this works at all.” Drax shook his head.
“It so is!” Quill’s head snapped back around the other way. “Mantis, Rocket, what the fuck is going on?”
A darkness loomed over Rocket then stretched its way across the table to retrieve a tissue from the very end.
His head rocked forward when some sort of ball hit him, though the impact was almost like a stroke in his fur.
“Oh, sorry.”
This voice was nothing like poets would describe them to be; but the feeling, the rush and creaking in Rocket’s alloyed ribs—it felt all the more numbing yet painfully acute.
He looked up by instinct.
The first thing he noticed was that your jaw was so defined from this angle, not quite underneath you but so close he felt your warmth over him like a hood.
The second thing he noticed was that what had hit him was not a ball at all. Not a ball at all. Your breast rubbed up against the back of his head for another half second before you finally pulled away to wipe your hands with the tissue you acquired from across the table. Rocket’s ears rung from both the music that now sounded like screeching metal and the clenching in his chest.
“Sorry, I um, spilled some wine on my hands,” you explained as you crumpled the tissue to compress it in your fist. “Which one of you is the pilot?”
“Me.”
Quill and Rocket scowled at the sounds of both their voices in unison.
You laughed. You laughed and it sounded like the laugh you’d hear on Terran TV, something of a ribbon dancing in what felt like stale air. Yeah, Rocket was going to bottle that ribbon into memory like the rest of the things he’d already learned about you, and it wasn’t much.
“Sorry, maybe I should have specified. I need something of mine fixed,” you explained a second time, and you unclasped the lid of your puss to pull out a long metal rod known to be a phone from Terran electronic stores.
Another beat against the ribs and Rocket felt a lung drop. His heart punched it right out of the park.
“I’ve been pressing the side to project the screen but it doesn’t seem to be working.” You showed the entire table the power button as her finger sank into it but came up with no response on the phone’s end.
“I think one of you pilots are engineers, right?”
Quill grinned. He gave a sharp push at Rocket’s shoulder. “This one, he’s your guy.”
He flashed another scowl at Quill.
“I get it, it’s really stupid, I’m sorry to have bothered—”
“Nah, let me take a look,” Rocket insisted, gesturing you to come closer.
“I was hoping I could get another drink while you looked at it. Can I get you something?”
One would think Rocket would have made eye contact with you before this point, but no—this was the first time since first meeting you ten seconds ago. Those eyes, widened and round, had stars crossing its skies and at this point Rocket thought he was dreaming. There was no way someone could be this fuckin’ perfect.
The ringing in his ear had only increased tenfold; now, it sounded like a flatline, a perfect audial representation of the current situation.
“I’ll walk with you.”
Without sparing his friends another look, he got off the stool and walked around the edge of the cheering room to the bar, where you had handed him your phone with a sort of languid quality to it; was it possible for this kind of thing to be graceful? The way your shoulder lifts slightly when you look down at him, curled hair fluffing up against your cheek as you handed over the tech. He’s looking up, jaw hanging—but now, he has a reason to keep his eyes on you.
He didn’t take your phone. “You wanted to talk to me?”
“About the phone.” You gestured to the phone again, raising a brow at him as some hair fell over one of your eyes from how much she had been looking down. The eye that remained … oh, fuck.
At half-mast, hypnotic. Your features framed a dream for Rocket; someone so damn gorgeous, he knows he’d thought you up at least a hundred times before. Someone of this beauty, of this cherry lip gloss, this fuckin’ dress.
Rocket’s hand slid up the rod to the hilt, both of eyes in a chain neither of you broke before he pressed a button, and a blue screen emitted from the side of the rod.
“I knew it wasn’t broken,” Rocket said, lips parted as his eyes flickered to the phone then back at your star speckled eyes. Your eyes were widened again.
He wasn’t quite sure what he liked better; the almost pleading nature of your wide-eyed gaze, or the allure of your lowered lids reeling him in by the neck like a leash.
“So, the only reason you faked a broken phone is to talk to me.”
Your drink arrived, and you thanked the bartender curtly before taking a sip.
“I do recall asking for an engineer,” you said, your eyes the only part of you facing him, “instead of a detective.”
Oh, the way Rocket fumbled with the seat next to you, there was no coming back from this, because he’d rather trip and fall off than tear his eyes away from your complexion—collection of little shiny trinkets he stole and swiped from far galaxies and arranged so delicately to form you.
Maybe that’s why you felt ethereal. You were something out of a goddamn movie. A fairytale. Your hair looked like it was floating in water. Your lip had a permanent glint to it, always moving back and forth depending on the angle at which light had danced on your body.
“Hey, I’m still your guy.”
It felt irrevocably wrong to say that. He wished he could take it back. But if wishes are made to stars, then he knows if he’d done that, you’d hear him. And he’s had enough of accidentally sending the wrong message tonight.
You cocked a brow at him, finally turning your head over. Your shoulders were shrugged to keep your elbows propped on the table, hands loosely busy with your new glass of wine.
“You’re my guy?” You smirked, teeth peeking through glassy lips.
A lump accumulated in Rocket’s throat, and it happened in a split second—swallowing that lump was swallowing a loose bolt in one of his bombs.
“Yeah, what d’ya need?” Rocket tilted his head, leaning into the bar to get a better view of her when you returned to her already emptied glass.
You raised a flimsy hand, and the bartender nodded from across the isle as he poured a drink for another patron.
“I think I should be asking you that,” your smug grin thawed into a smile as you lowered your head. Your eyes pulled up because of this—it cut that doe-eyed look straight into Rocket, but he simply readjusted his posture on the bar in a sad attempt to cover up his dry lips, an empty tongue, and his parched throat.
“You wanted to tell me something when I complimented you,” you speculated aloud. “Am I warm?”
“Smoking hot, actually—” and Rocket’s eyes almost popped right out of his skull. “Uh, both in your question and—”
You laughed again, shoulders shaking as you threw your head back. Those shiny curls slid off from your shoulder and down your back to join the rest of your styled hair.
“Don’t be so uptight!” You nudged him with your hand, and you both turn to the bartender who finally came around.
“Hi, I’d like another.”
“I’ll start a tab, her refill’s on me,” Rocket chimed in, arm stretched towards the bartender who failed to hold back a crease in his brow when he turned away from you to grimace at Rocket. “And I’ll have one for myself too.”
Your jaw dropped for the first time that night, only slightly, and even then you still looked like an actress. “You didn’t have to.”
“I want to,” Rocket insisted.
“You won’t like wine. You’re the type to enjoy beer.” You finally place the wine glass down. You folded your arms on the table, but kept your head in his direction.
“Never really liked Terran liquor in general.” Rocket shrugged before spinning his stool around to expose himself entirely to you. He would, if that was what you demanded.
“But.” He crossed his arms over his chest, feeling just a hair, a follicle too exposed, down to the very pore of his skin, he could feel each chill the situation brought. “You make it look like steak after years of prison food.”
Your smile caved deeper into your cheeks, roses sprinkled across them.
“So, what was it you wanted to say?”
Now you had rotated your stool to face him, one arm still on the table as you rested your face on your palm.
“Earlier? With Nebs?”
“Mhmm.” You nodded.
Fuck, fuckity flark. He couldn’t even recall the last time he used flark. That goddamn hum, the feigned innocence it implied—was it wrong to think about how much of a brat you probably were in bed?
Fuck. Too creepy.
But with the way your arm was positioned, your cleavage had just been a little below eye level and boy did he avoid eye contact a lot.
“I was gonna say you had a prettier face,” Rocket admitted. It almost sounded like a grunt, and he wasn’t surprised because his tongue tugged his gut all the way up to his throat to confess this.
“Is that so?”
Your tone felt carried, longer than it was meant to be. You grinned. Satisfaction painted you pink in the navy blue hues of the party. And he couldn’t hate it. He couldn’t even look away from it. The party? That god-awful music? Could be happening in a completely separate room for all he was aware of. You wiped him clean of everything else but you.
Before he even got to realize he’d been staring directly at your cleavage again, you rubbed a soft hand under his chin and lifted it.
His eyes met yours, and he hung off a cliff you were looking off of.
“Speechless, huh?”
“I—you—”
“Use your words, big guy.”
Rocket gritted his teeth before nearly barking it out. “Can’t blame me for how fuckin’ sexy you are.”
“Looks aren’t everything.”
“I’m the last guy you needa’ be tellin’ that to,” Rocket chuffed, a corner of his lips tugging up as he regained some of his spine. Oh, has he been slouching this whole time? “I know you know what you’re doin’, princess.”
“Princess?” You cocked a brow down at him again, gaze floating across the ceiling.
“I like it.”
Rocket smirked.
Oh yes, the good kind of warmth returned to him—he was settling in his seat the way he hoped he would, his eyes sitting better in the glimmer of your own.
“Yeah. You’re the type to like that sorta’ thing.”
Your brows furrowed. “How do you know what my type is?”
“Same way you know that I’m the kind to hate beer.”
A beat passed before you returned his gaze. “Just for the record, physically … I find you to be very a—
‘What’s going on here?”
You both turned to the same fuming expression, arms crossed as black crystal balls for eyes burning holes through Rocket’s fur.
“Rocket treated me to a drink,” you said, showing Nebula your glass.
“She’s a friend!” Nebula gritted through a clenched jaw.
“I’m having a really good time, Nebby.”
And that had been the first time that night Rocket had seen the mask catch fire in the disco light. Some of that actress charm replaced with utmost honesty. Or, maybe it was another accessory Rocket had observed, one of something much more poisonous than anything he’d hoped you possessed.
Nebula shook her head. “You’re lucky I can tell whether you’re lying or not.”
“Well, yeah, and you kinda ruined something we were having,” you admitted further, and Rocket grinned, unable to withhold his chuckles.
“What is it?” Nebula grumbled, turning right back to Rocket.
“Nah, nothin’.”
“Spit it out!”
Rocket’s eyes crossed yours multiple times that night. And just about all of those times he wished he hadn’t crashed and burned right in front you to pick him apart and laugh at his … naviety? Hopes and dreams? His fantasies?
Fantasies aren’t real, yet there you were—smiling right back at him at the look he gave you, lowered head and a smirk as a vice.
“I just know we’re gonna get along plenty,” Rocket rasped in low tones.
“Yeah?”
“Oh, fuck me—get a room you two! And just so you know, I don’t approve of this! At all!”
And so began a long, endless, fateful effervescent string of kisses, bites, fucks and talks waving its filth and bliss in its galaxy-stippled wake.
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Blip Headcanons
Hiya! These are HC’s about my mamacita Rose kinda inspired by @raccoonfallsharder and our Rocket loving discord chat lol. Just thought I’d jot down fun little thingy’s about how Rose copes with the snap. Adhd go burr and life’s been crazy but got mini inspired so boom.
Rose is oddly good at killing the Outriders with her vines / large thorns she can bend to her whim. She tries to keep them at a distance and uses blasters for this instead of her preferred Whip Sword. She doesn’t mean to but gets separated from Rocket & Groot.
In the rush of battle, Thano’s approaches after fighting other Avengers, Rose is taken by surprise and tries to remind on the defensive rather than offensive. He breaks her hold on her vines many times, she uses her Whip Sword to keep him at a distance, but once he closes it he clearly over powers her.
Rose gets her wings ripped off from Thanos during the Infinity War battle. Luckily she escapes him and Doctor Strange steps in before Thanos kills her.
She rushes to Rocket’s side as he tries not to panic her over her wings, truly Rose is in shock and doesn’t completely notice. She lays on her side as the mind numbing pain starts to kick in as adrenaline leaves.
She finds herself reaching out to Rocket, he’s saying small things of encouragement “Hey you ain’t dying on me, Princess.” Groot is trying to fight off Outriders while having a hand on Rose’s back for comfort, her rather bloody but bare back.
“I’m going to kill him don’t ya worry about that; I promise ya that” Rocket says, but simultaneously as the snap takes place.
Time stands still, Rose reaches her free hand to Rocket and only seems to grab the ashes of him. She heard Groot’s last word to Rocket. Tears, Rose retreated her hand from reaching out and touched her face. How could she lose her love so fast? She needed to get up, force herself to get up and find out who’s left:
After recouping from the snap, Rose goes quiet, oddly quiet. Nebula actually reaches her hand out for Rose to hold hers. Due to only ever seeing Rose as a bubbly person who always knew what the say in their small moments together before this.
Nebula remembers whenever the Guardians saved her from the High Priestess. Gamora refused Nebula a yaro root, but Rose? Rose kept offering her a ripe one, even leaving one unbeknownst to Gamora with Nebula when she left for Ego’s planet.
Nebula remembered her kindness when she saved Rocket’s life that night. Would she had saved him if Rose hadn’t been so kind? Nebula often wondered this, and having a sense of respect for Rose.
After Rose gains her composure she offers her comfort to anyone around her willing to take it. Nebula notices before anyone else that Rose’s drug of choice is ignorance, ignoring her feelings until they are shoved into a abyss.
Thor and Rose grow very close during this time, having both lost a sibling during this. Their are many cry sessions with Nebula waiting outside for them to gain their composure. Both bond over using humor and ignorance as their coping mechanism.
One time, early on after the snap, Rose and Thor while comforting each other, kissed. This kiss led to them making out, feelings of sadness and wanting to be loved enveloped them. Rose pulled away, the shock on both faces spoke volumes. She felt like she was betraying Rocket, betraying his memory. Her thoughts ran rapid, You’re a cunt. Nebula is waiting outside and you do THIS. Rocket’s not even gone 6 months you piece of -
“Rose-” Thor said reaching out a hand to comfort her.
“Never again” Rose said bluntly as she retracted her face from his hand. Her face saying it all, we will never speak of this.
No more crying sessions with too much physical affection ever took place after this. Only ever moments of jokes and reminiscing. Rose would ensure Nebula was always with them, for she would not make the same mistake twice.
She took a liking to Cap. & Black Widow, training with them often, she wanted to learn every single skill she could, so she could be prepared to fight others in the future. And she needed to get used to fighting without her wings being an advantage or in some cases a disadvantage.
Rose and Nebula would often travel across the galaxy, granted coming back to Earth frequently. Helping planets in need after the snap, Rose visiting her own family, seeing her abusive Mother disappeared and her doting older sister took over the planet. Her family didn’t bring attention to Rose’s loss of wings.
Rose on many occasions especially the first year lift herself up and like hop in a way, then realize Oh, my wings aren’t there, and hope no one noticed.
Rose would speak very fondly of the Guardians, showing Nebula, how everyone is not so different especially her and Rocket (as Rose made some inferences about Rocket’s past but didn’t know it fully; but the whole “tearing me apart and putting me back together over and over” explained it enough)
Nebula and Rose developed a very tender and sweet relationship, but often trained together, surprising Nebula because she herself didn’t think Rose was so good at hand-to-hand combat.
Dancing, Rose’s favorite hobby, the thing she was decided Princess of on her planet, yet she didn’t do it for almost 2 years. Nebula says she wants to learn how to dance, Rose doesn’t believe her but Nebula insists. That night, Nebula got pointers and lessons; but what she loved most of all is that she got Rose to dance.
Fun fact; had Tony not thought of time travel, and reversing the snap. Nebula and Rose would’ve gotten together romantically far down the line. But since Rocket and most of the Guardians returned, those feelings never developed between the two.
Around the 4 year mark after the snap, the Goddess of Rose’s planet that watches over and guides them. Granted Rose her gift, she received her wings back and enhanced strength in a royal ceremony. Nebula was present and got a little teary eyed seeing wings sprout from Rose’s back. Yeah, a little iffy but I have a Goddess of Rose’s planet named Pluto and she gifts royal children gifts later on in life / when she deems ready. She knew for the upcoming battle with Thano’s again she would need them,
Anytime Rose visited Earth, after seeing everyone, training, she did have a guilty pleasure of running off (to Nebula’s dismay) to go see live musical plays performed by broad way or any small theatres.
Rose hated stairs during the blip, it’s not that she can’t climb them, she just never had to before it’s like a chore for her, she usually doesn’t remember until she’s at the top she could’ve produced a vine to either lift her or pulled her up to avoid them.
Rose did stray with someone, but in this state of limbo and tipsy haze, she wanted to forget Rocket, but at the same time was actively mourn him. Nebula bursted in during the act and told the guy to scram. Nebula watched Rose, Rose just stared at the ceiling, naked. Nebula sighed and covered Rose with a blanket. As she on the corner of the bed, she looked to Rose, a single tear streaming down the side of her face. She did something out of character that was never spoken of, she wrapped Rose around the blanket, pulled her close, and held her all night.
ABBA was Rose’s favorite band while on Earth; got all the latest music on an IPod and always tries to show Nebula newest stuff to Nebula’s feigned annoyance.
art by pompompoyo
This is kinda a lot but if anyone has any specific questions feel free to comment them I’d love to answer them!! <3333 thanks again @raccoonfallsharder you don’t understand you saying you’d love to hear this? My heart 😭
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I can’t wait to read this after work. Snippet or whatever is I’m foaming
I’m probably not gonna be back for a long while so I thought I should probably post this before disappearing. It’s on my Rocket victorian au fic but this is the one snippet I’m confident of posting until more stuff happens. Mainly contains some premise on the status/vibe of Rocket’s relationship with you (let’s just say this is going outside my brand a bit but that’s a good thing for Rocket and you) but also a lot of world building, I’d say.
Gold melts at a much faster rate than silver.
But it’s all that surrounds him when he’s tapping his foot to the lackadaisical sway of the cello music that entranced the crowd into hypnotic unison. Every corner of the shining gold ballroom was another few pieces of thick frills sewn together to make dress skirts the size of escape pods on ships.
Everything on him touched him, groped him and squeezed him, and each breath he took to his ribs, it served as a reminder of how it had been encased in a pretty little bow—yet everything hung from him like a large flag.
Fuck the puffy sleeves. Fuck the waist fitted vest. The white glimmering on the tips of chandeliers were a simulation, a mere illusion for these so called ‘aristocrats’ who demonize leaving the planet and honestly think they’re better off.
There is nothing more divine than tasting bliss in a sole person at the tip of your tongue and severing the limb only to keep the writhing flesh in your pocket.
Rocket gets it now; yes, he looks up at the hypocrisy, piano keys pressing into the gaps of his head, and he knows there are gaps, he thinks about it all the time—and in the blinding glow of gold and artificially carved wealth and satisfaction, lies this; when blind to your own capabilities it is you who causes utter destruction.
These people were blind to their own true capabilities; so far behind on technology that could cultivate a better society, a society not built off the backs of their own people—that they’re unable to progress at all. Just as Rocket had been blind to just how far he could dig a knee in the puddle of blood soaked tears if it meant witnessing you give the sun the will to rise.
And suddenly, the gold chandeliers don’t look like gold chandeliers at all. No, they’re yellow-lit lanterns hanging above a sweaty, miserable bar, something born out of a scene he’d recognized on Knowhere—only these people button a corset over their shame and wear a coat over their guilt-ridden sleeves.
Rocket thought about the comm device in his pocket when the trumpets swayed along to a soft tune, though it was really a phone—nonetheless, you were a few clicks away.
The image of you was a few clicks away.
Groot had somehow learnt to waltz along to the frilly crowds of women watching him in a circle. Kraglin was talking to another lady with a ridiculous hat and a cream dress by the side. Any one word Adam uttered picked up a swoon from the dames and a ‘tsk’ from the gentlemen. Well, they’re not really gentlemen now that Rocket had thought about that.
He remembered why he was here. Right. He had impressions to keep up. People to please. But it’s better than being a broke bounty hunter alone and starving.
It’s better than being alone period.
His hands warmed up in the loose fit of his pockets. His blunt nails tapped against the metal of his comm. That’s great.
“You’re entirely underdressed, Rocket.”
A younger girl dressed like a woman nudged him in the slightest, though Rocket had honestly been amused by the fact that she had been able to determine where his arm rested when it was veiled by his large, almost inflated sleeve.
“Well, I’m sorry.”
Yep, he was stopping there. No way was that word sitting patiently on his tongue, nope. This isn’t who the name was made for.
“Well, you ought to be, but not for me; my mother had done something you’re not going to enjoy,” she encased her lower lip with the upper one, making it curl into a cheeky smile.
“What—”
“My beloved guests.”
It was almost like a large gear had shifted in the ballroom, all heads rigidly turning towards the high balcony, some imaginary spotlight coming around to a dress that somehow held onto the thousands of layers of frills, all a different shade of white and brown. The lady was a pile of walking clothes with earrings and probably a necklace.
Rocket was beginning to think the waist fitted vest that unfortunately accentuated his figure hadn’t only been squeezing his guts into a corner—but apparently some of his brain juice too. Even though his head and his vest hadn’t been remotely touching.
A gentle stream of violin music completely breaks the rest of the sounds to silence. How many instruments do these people have? Do they use them to travel too?
“We are gathered here today to celebrate the acceptance of our commission to the guardians of the galaxy. We very rarely welcome guests into our planet but they will be bringing down our biggest enemy; I shall not speak of them during such a joyous occasion and instead announce my welcoming gift to the guardians!”
The queen lifts her skinny glass of champagne and the crowd turns to the guardians nearest to them, clapping and tipping their hats off in polite greeting.
“My only daughter, the princess, Taine Alphonsene Villin—”
“That’s a bit much.”
She giggled, almost hiding in Rocket’s neck when she covered her mouth. He felt her breath in his fur and it occurred to him just how close she was.
“—shall dance with the leader of the guardians to commemorate our alliance!” The queen declared, lifting her chin in Rocket’s direction.
Rocket’s chest gave a low croak as the ballroom’s gears shifted to him. Beady eyes blinked back and forth between you and her. The …
Nope. Still hate it. Tastes like his own betrayal in his mouth. Or was that the gold corroding at the toxicity of this planet’s societal system?
He couldn’t stop the hand rising to meet hers halfway. She took it, of course she did, but after the five minutes Rocket had gotten to spend with her since he got here his mind had already tricked him into thinking maybe she would see that he was stretching to the far corners of his face for a smile, that maybe she cared enough to notice his hand shook under the weight of air.
“It’ll be over soon,” she whispered, and Rocket’s eyes flickered over, his head almost following suit but instead settled for a very slight pivot towards her.
His eyes lined her lips, her chin. A smile curled on her face but only a little, one edge of it being bitten down like her smile was something forbidden.
Her eyes were intent on his own. He saw it in his periphery. Their heads were almost touching. The corners of his mouth were still strained back against the sides of his muzzle.
The crowd paved a way for them in the center, everyone pushing back to form the straightest line Rocket had ever seen people make, like they were used to this kind of thing. Minions in a row all lining up for their nightly dose of delusion.
“I don’t think I can do this—”
“I know, but I had no say in it.”
Her response was immediate, and for a split second Rocket saw her the way he saw the synthetic glint of the gold that had been shoved up his corneas since his arrival; fake wasn’t the right word, no. He observed the palace long enough to know it’s all real gold, heavy and dense, but he remembered a quote from some brain dead poet you introduced him to.
All that glitters is not gold.
Will Shakes? Doesn’t matter. If he’d told you what he’d thought you might laugh and go, Rocket, you just said it was real gold. It’s confusing, and he’d tell you you’re insane for idolizing some great poets and still missing the life support of poetry; subtext.
Not that he cared about all this art stuff anyway. He was just a good listener, and you happened to be his favorite radio to tune into.
Wealth and beauty was synonymous but Rocket disagreed. He found the princess disagreed too.
Until he found that maybe she didn’t.
The center was the brightest point in the entire room; generally the planet had the fortune of cold weather but tonight had been the most heat he’d been under since leaving Knowhere. Now the lack of color showered him and the girl who’s hand he still held.
It didn’t help that her fur was white already as it is. It helped a little that she had curly back hair, though he doubted the curls were real.
His right hand, like a logged program, moved down to the dip of her waist, the smallest point, she was only eighteen, after all—and her hand slid over his shoulder, with the other meeting his own in the assumed ballroom stance.
Locked into place, with just one remaining requirement; his eyes.
When he finally looked up to meet her bright green ones, he gave the crowd one last scan, and the very first person his eyes meet—
No.
No no no no no no—that can’t be right.
His eyes tunneled onto the beautiful woman standing first in the crowd, some eyed her with annoyance and rolled their eyes, but she was unmistakably beautiful—she had been the only woman in the ball to have the brown skirt just fall to her ankles, no inner structure to widen it. Rocket was sure black boots weren’t even allowed to the ball, and just like him, she wore a puffy-sleeved dress shirt and a large brown bow to match. Frills still laced the outfit, but it hadn’t been nearly as sickening as the others. She became a blur almost instantly, and he turned back to the princess only to find she was blurry too.
His vision struggled to refocus, like a light flickering on and off, so he looked back at the woman in the crowd again.
That face.
He’d only seen it in his comm for days on end, monotone and flickering under the static lines. You were a flat image, a call and a lightyear away. Now you were the beautiful woman holding Rocket’s gaze hostage.
His head ran into all the corners in his skull, his heart using his brain as a punching bag as it continued to bruise. His jaw wouldn’t close. Eyes began to look like cells under a microscope, moving, alive, squirming at him.
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OMG THANK THANK YOU!!
So a few days ago I watche "Charlie's Angels" , and had this idea with some GOTG OC's I love. Rocket's angels
It is the first time I tried to draw Rose
(clearly I need a lot of practice in drawing... cuz it doesn't do them justice...) hopfully I got the colores right
Moon © @glow-autumz
Rose © @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr
Akira © Me
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AHHHHH EVERYONEEEE MUSTTTTT SEEEEE THIS RNNNNN
The Multiverse! It exists!🌹🌙
°Commission done for @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr
I had an absolute blast drawin' our babies with our Rocket's! The outfit swap was also incredibly fun to do!! I'm so excited to draw more of them interacting!
Credit to @raccoonfallsharder for bringing our gotg OC's together in the first place with that AMAZING art piece<33
Taglist: @aliasrocket @pretty-chips @cleos-chaos-corner @honeypleasesugar @thirteens-lucky-tardis @funkydancingdinosaur @evolvingchaoswitch @rockiday4life
-Lemme know if ya wanna be added to my taglist!💕
#rocket raccoon#fanart#rocket x rose#rocket x moon#rocket raccoon x oc#gotg oc#moon#rose#the multiverse its realll#outfit swap#Rocket x gotg oc#not my art#art so beautiful#i’m foaming at the mouth
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I GENUINELY CANT READ THIS RN IN PUBLIC I CANT TO
⟡ ˎˊ LINOLEUM KITCHEN — ROCKET RACCOON.
“ You called him annoying and he only hopes you mean it in the disgustingly endearing way; like you can’t stand it but you can’t see your black-tiled kitchen without it. ”
— antique doll by aliasrocket. ☆ ۪ 𓈀
your apartment. — rocket + you .
゙ ⌁₊˚ now playing … late night talking by harry styles ! ᰋ ⊹ ݁
˗ˏˋ late night talking, whispering sweet praises, jaw and collar bone kisses, dancing under the light of the refrigerator, watching terran film classics, chaste touches, giving him scratches behind the ear, holding your thigh when you both sit together, listening to his tech rambles, blasting music at 3am when you both can’t sleep. ´ˎ˗
“princess.” “sunshine.” “sweetheart.” — rocket.
╰ writer’s note ; I always imagined a specific vibe for my rocket fics as well as the same apartment where Rocket comes to visit you. And by ‘visit’ I mean he basically lives with you at this point. I have quite a clear layout of your apartment in my fics and maybe one day I’ll draw it out. tdlr, this is your apartment in my fics.
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I DIE I DIE THIS IS SO AMAZING LEGIT I WILL PAY YOU @glow-autumz TO DRAW OUR BABIES THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL 😭😭😭
I said “I don’t typically do much fan art” and then immediately doodled two OCs i am obsessed with: Rose by @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr and Moon by @glow-autumz . thank you for letting me show your amazing OCs some love you two ♡♡♡ my favorite thing to draw is a pretty femme with reckless hair
also I headcanon a storyline where these two meet in some sort of dimensional overlap (oh no, girl, we gotta get you back to your rocket because if he’s anything like my rocket he must be losing his mind and he’s gonna kill someone out of sheer frustration (or someone’s gonna kill him also out of sheer frustration)) and become besties forever
(close-ups behind the cut)
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Heya guys been working on the Rocket x Reader smut when I get chances have other owed writing first <3 been moving around and the worlds been crazy rn but wanted to show this Rose & Rocket Commision I got done by art creds: KCXERNEASE on insta
Taglist: @funkydancingdinosaur @raccoonfallsharder @saaandy
I’m adoring her now canon space suit which she changes into when needed from her og white dress (as seen in other art featured down below)
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AHHHH I DIE THIS IS AMAZINGGGG <3333 YOU ARE AMAZING 😭😭😭🩵🩵
I talked to @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr about their OC Rose and she's super cute. Thought it was really fun that she and Peter were the prankster siblings, so I made a little sketch/doodle of it!
I don't know why but I can imagine Peter trying to show Rose the bucket over-the-door prank on Drax and the three have a good laugh about it, only to find Drax later, still with the bucket on his head.
In case you can't read my handwriting it says "Stuck but just poked holes in bucket & went about his day" pointing at Drax.
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Just needed to show this on your feed again
OMG PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE LOOK AT THIS I AM DYING ITS SO FREAKING CUTEEEEEE
A commission I got done of my girl, Rose and Mantis fangirling over antennas!
Taglist: @saaandy @raccoonfallsharder @funkydancingdinosaur @pompompoyo
Art creds to: Yunokiru-Str on DeviantArt.
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Tall(er) soft Gf x short feral gremlin bf is my favorite ship.
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