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I managed to set things up so I had this weekend basically off from chores, and it was very nice.
Friday I went to a park after work, and found out that in addition to the woods I'd seen before it also has a wetland meadow area. I saw a heron! Also there's a volunteer invasive weeding day there for Earth Day, I'm planning to sign up. Afterwards, I ordered pizza and played Civilization VI for six hours. (I have astronomy and can finally explore deep waters!)
Saturday I slept in and fucked around on Tumblr. It was gorgeous weather in the afternoon, so I went downtown and wandered between the little knick shops. I got a felt succulent kit, a ceramic nightlight shaped like the Mackinac Bridge, a black notepad that scratches off holographic, and a half dozen cool rocks. I also just people watched a bit, and enjoyed being outside in a pretty built area rather than a wild area. Someone linked me to owlet's amazing sticky fic on AO3, which I apparently gave kudos before but don't remember, and that was a lovely evening.
Today I slept in again, zoomed church, did a small grocery shop, and picked up books from the library. Then my parents and I went to see Dune 2 and then out for dinner. Overall, it was a very fun and relaxing weekend.
And tomorrow, my parents and I are driving to see the eclipse! We're bringing water and sandwiches and lawn chairs, and planning for the drive to take twice as long as normal. I'm also bringing my notebook to write fanfic in, while we wait for the beauty of nature.
#humi talks#my birthday was Friday so I got all my laundry out of the way and planned so I can skip batch cooking for 1 week#but with how much having real days off hrlped maybe I'll move Cooking Day to Wednesday permanently#or float it wed/thurs with laundry#now say something beautiful and true
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I'm glad everyone is on the 'Gilbert & Clavis will prematurely ejaculate at times' train.
Who else do yall think would 🎤 i wanna hear, even specific scenarios if you have it
#scum talks#also we all know isaac would. ofc he would.#humi wrote a great fanfic but since the account is gone idk how to find it.
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this can’t be happening to me
#they’re definitely not. ages absolutely don’t pan out. I don’t think. but wouldn’t it be SO funny#they hate Finn so much cuz he’s a Nonwizard. always hanging out with their moM fffdsGAGS ok I can’t#I can’t do this. I’m sorry. I hate it. it’s just a *coincidence* that farmworld baby looks like blaine. and like humie HW. right?#fionna and cake#not art#adventure time#to be fair I can make an argument for wc taking place at a weird time if you want. don’t test me. I think the only connection is choose go#ose and who KNOWS how long he’s been trying to sell that stupid contraband. it’s been twenty harrowing years since he ran into glassboy#vvvvsssbsbvbssvvbbvsbv <- can talk ab wc forever and make absolutely no sense yay yay yay yay yay y#I can add pictures for reference tomorrow for now I must sleep#yes rouge thank you for listening to my insane ramblings.
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suitcase gijinkas with yellow suspenders and short to long brown hair you are correct
#/silly but they're my favorite type of suitcase humies#all the other ones are just as awesome too!#avery talks about something#inanimate insanity#ii#osc#ii suitcase#suitcase ii#gijinka
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some bfb humie redesigns!! i was especially keen on redesigning characters i used to get a lot of drawing requests for, namely basketball, cake, and naily :)
#dandy's doodles#bfb humie#bfb human#bfb humanized#bfb needle#bfb#bfb loser#bfb cake#bfb basketball#bfb naily#for one thing... when i made needle's original design i barely knew who she was lol#but upon rewatchimg bfdi and thinking about things from td's perspective i love her now#i hope that shines through in her new design <3 she kins candace flynn i think#my new cake is a darling. he's got that loser swag#kind of obsessed with my new basketball design#used to get tons of requests for her so i have her old design completely memorized#and i was going to keep her basketball shirt in my redesign but as you can see i got a better idea#and then you have naily :D i wanted to keep the same energy i had in her old design#i think i succeeded B) also now she has cleats and a horn headband for maximum spikiness#something i should note: a while ago i got an ask talking about my human designs#and how i was giving arms to armless characters and legs to legless characters#and i am so glad that was brought to my attention#of course i don't have the time to all-at-once redesign all of my old designs including the armless or legless ones#but i hope to gradually make new designs to properly respect each character and their abilities :)#and here are some of them! cake and basketball and naily#i hope you like their new designs :)
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Attractive
A/N: Idk just have some wholesome stuff,, not proofread; sorry.
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"I am an insanely good matchmaker," You say as you sit on one of the chairs by Rockets workbench with rolls and slide towards the working Racoon.
Rocket looks at you and lets out a snicker. “Do I even have to ask how you came to that conclusion?” He says with a raised eyebrow.
“I just made Gamora confess to Peter. I think we’ll have a couple around here pretty soon.”
Rocket puts down the gloves, completely surprised by the news. “You did?” He says, with his eyebrow raised and his face showing an amused look.“How did you do that? The Gamora I know would’ve never confessed to Peter that easily.”
“Like I said.” You shrug, “I’m an insanely good matchmaker.” There was a short silence. “Soooo.. what are you tinkering on?”
He looks over at the workbench and points at the object he’s working on as he replies. “I’m trying to upgrade our communications systems. Just… small adjustments here and there, nothing too major. Still, it can help us keep communications running if we end up in an unstable area of space.” He says, sounding like he knows what he’s doing. (Obviously he does. Its like his whole thing!)
You just nod and get lost in thought before blurting something out. “Smarts are really attractive, to be honest.”
Rocket chuckles. “Really? So we’re both attractive, then,” he says, a playful smirk on his face.
He looks back at the workbench and continues to tinker with whatever was on there.
You laugh a bit. “You think I’m smart enough for you? I mean I’m a genius, yeah, but you? You’re another level of genius.”
Rocket chuckles at your response, and he gives you a playful nudge on the shoulder. “Y/N, you should give yourself more credit than that. If you have the confidence to call yourself a genius without hesitation, then you’re definitely smart enough. Not nearly as smart as me but still,” he says.
“Plus, I think you look very smart. Just look at you,” he says, while still grinning at you and poking his finger against your forehead, making you furrow your eyebrows.
“I look... smart..?” You point a finger at him with a teasing grin as if a light bulb went off in your head. “Aha! So you think I’m attractive!”
Rocket tittered slightly. He’s been set up here, and it makes him a tad bit uncomfortable… but to be honest, he doesn’t mind that much.
“It seems we both think the other one is attractive then.”
“I never said I think you’re attractive.”
“You’re thinking it, aren’t you?” He asks, looking you in the eyes again and giving you a teasing smirk.
You shimmy your shoulders with a smug face. “I don’t know. Never said it.”
“Actions speak louder than words, Humie.” He grins slyly and doesn’t break eye contact, still with that teasing smirk evident on his face.
“I can tell you think I’m attractive. You keep looking at me,” he says, a soft chuckle escaping his lips as he continues to look at you.
“Oh really?” You were still teasing him. "Does you annoying me mean that you hate me then?” You ask with a smirk and raised an eyebrow.
“Oh, don’t forget that you also kept annoying me,” the raccoon replies with a smirk of his own, raising an eyebrow.
He leans on the counter, his elbows resting on the hardwood surface. With a playful look in his eyes, he says the following: “We love teasing each other. It’s like a game that never ends, it’s a fun way to pass the time for us. We always have the opportunity to outsmart each other, and I think that this whole thing we have going on is something special.”
Resting your elbows on his workbench you put your head into your hands and lean a bit closer with a grin. “True.”
“We keep finding ways to keep this game of ours going. It’s almost like a tradition, y’know?” The raccoon chuckles.
“And as much as we tease each other, I have to say that I’ve… somewhat come to enjoy it.” He says, the playful look in his eyes starting to look like a genuine smile.
At some point, while you were talking, Rocket continued to tinker with the communications relay.
“Aha.” You lift your head a bit with a grin. “Good to know.” You kept watching him tinker.
Rocket keeps focusing on the task in front of him and looks up after a few seconds. “What’s good to know? That I’m enjoying our teasing?” He asks as he turns back to the table and continues to make adjustments to the small device.
“Yeah.” You give him a vague answer and then ruffle the fur on his head before getting up from your seat next to him.
Rocket raises an eyebrow at you when you ruffle his fur. He lets out an amused and slightly annoyed chuckle.
“How would you like it if I ruffled your hair in front of the others, hmm?” He asks in a teasing tone, the playful smirk on his face not quite gone yet.
You gestured around the room. “No one’s here. No need to get embarrassed.”
“Good point… I guess what happens in the lounge stays in the lounge, right?”
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#rocket raccoon#fluff#gotg vol 1#gotg vol 2#gotg vol 3#matchmaker#reader insert#x reader#oneshots#rocket racoon x reader#guardians of the galaxy vol 3#rocket x you
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Maybe some angst where Rocket has a breakdown/panic attack and reader (gender neutral) comforts him. He opens up with them and let them pet him for the first time.
I got you…
Awww, I have had so many thoughts on something like this for the past year, I love it so much. Also a perfect GIF for this story. Word count:721
You noticed Rocket has been a bit off throughout the entire mission, Usually, you two would be engaging in playful bantering. But for this you didn't know what was wrong with him, He looked more on edge. More alert than ever before.
But what happened was Rocket was beginning to have flashbacks about his time with you know who, He had a nightmare last night which began to trigger flashbacks throughout the entire day and mission. But at the moment, the mission was more important so he started to bottle it up.
"You ok buddy ??" You asked gently.
"Yeah, I'm ok humie, come on, the recon should be nearby" He then began to run on all fours to get to it.
"Hey wait up !!" You ran to follow him, you could never seem to be able to keep up with him when he runs on all fours.
But as Rocket was running, the flashbacks continued to roll in his mind harder, even running triggered his memories of his escape from counter earth. How he wished he could get rid of those memories. But they were stuck with him.
When you two managed to find the recon, he was more and more quiet than before, Making you grow more and more worried, You began to take the recon back to the ship and began to decode it, But while you were decoding it, Rocket tried to distract himself by doing one thing that he loved to do, Building bombs.
But even that was not enough to trigger his memories again, He could hear all of them, The voices, The surgical instruments. Everything.
"Stop stop MAKE IT FLARKING STOP !!!!" He dropped what he was doing as his breathing fastened and was on the verge of tears. You then heard his screaming and rushed over to him.
"Hey hey... It's me... Rocket what's wrong ??" You said gently as you gave him some distance.
"I keep hearing it, it won't go away... It wont go away" He started to shake violently.
"Rocket, Look at me" You took a deep breath, encouraging him to follow.
He didn't for a little bit but then followed along. Taking shallow shaky deep breaths. "That's it you're doing great, Keep going" You continued to take deep breaths as he followed along.
After about a minute, he began to calm down before slowly sitting up. "Do you need a hug ??" You offered him, You knew that Rocket did not like any form of physical contact, but you knew he needed it when he needed it most. So he gently nodded, crawling to you and leaning his head against your chest, you softly wrapped your arms around him and gently rubbed his back. "Do... do you wanna talk about it ??" You offered.
He took a big deep breath and then began. "I keep... seeing them... Hearing them, I keep having flashbacks... about you know who" He sniffled as you gently rocked him. "I had a nightmare last night where I was back in that... damn place... It caused the flashbacks to come back..." His breathing picked up again before you gently rubbed his back.
"Shhhhh, It's ok rocket... It's all over... your not there anymore, we got you, I got you now" You softly said.
He nodded softly as he relished in your comforting words and felt safe in your arms, Without thinking, you began to pet him, You quickly realised what you were doing and retracted your hand. "Sorry"
"I...It's ok pal... You... can keep doing that, Normally rocket wouldn't say that. He also hated being petted, it was his number one rule. But in a sense, this was you, you wouldn't do anything to harm him.
Placing your hand back between his ears, you gently began to stroke his fur, over time, the shaking stopped as he melted into the touch and leant into your warmth. Feeling comforted, safe and relaxed. "Just don't tell anyone about this ok ??" He softly said.
"Ok, Mr Macho raccoon" You mocked a deep voice before giggling, which made him chuckle. "At least you get the memo"
The two just stayed there in each other's company, not once moving. Rocket was glad to have a friend like you in times of need. You would always have his back.
Taglist: @callofdudes @fun-k-board
#platonic#reader insert#rocket raccoon#rocket raccoon x reader#rocket gotg#rocket imagine#gotg rocket#guardians of the galaxy imagine
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rocket says
take a fuckin' study break ✩࿐࿔
in honor of it being finals season for many of you, i'm resharing the take a fuckin' study break drabble/minific from ✩࿐࿔ take what you need here, in full. ao3 version here.
fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabbles | word count: 1,020.
“Ow!” you yelp, rocking back on your stool and scrubbing a hand at your forehead. “Did you just flick me?”
“I been talking at you for like two minutes,” Rocket grouses. “It’s like talking to a frickin’ wall.”
You glower. “I told you. I’m studying. And writing. And studying. Leave me alone.”
“Yeah, yeah,” he jeers. “Terran finals. Whatever. Sounds like a waste of time. Haven’t the humies on that backward mudball realized yet that tests don’t actually measure learning? It’s like using a yardstick to measure time.”
You sigh and lean back. “Yeah, they know. Doesn’t matter though. If I want to pass these classes and get this stupid degree, I need to–” You scrub at your forehead again and sigh. “You know what? Never mind. I cannot have you un-motivating me right now. What did you want?”
He leaps neatly onto the stool across from you and sets two glass bottles on the tabletop, then leans his forearms on the little table between you, smirking smugly. “To pay you back, cupcake.” The mockery in his voice does not bode well for you. “Remember what you told me last week when Adam was whining about how I was making him study the Bowie’s schematics for too many hours?”
You feel your stomach drop. “No,” you lie, big-eyed.
His smirk only grows. “Lemme refresh your terrible frickin’ memory, then.” Now his teeth are sharp and he heightens his voice into a whiny falsetto. “But Rocket. Maximum productivity is only five-to-seven hours a day. You can overload the crappy baldbody brain if you go longer than that–”
“Pretty sure I did not say ‘crappy baldbody brain,’” you interject dryly.
“–and he could lose everything you’ve taught him already. Plus, he needs fifteen-to-twenty minute breaks every fifty-to-ninety minutes.”
You stare at him flatly, unwilling to dignify his bad mimicry with a response. Unfortunately, he doesn’t seem to care. He’s snickering openly at this point.
“Time to take your fuckin’ break,” he tells you. “It’s for your own damn good.”
You feel your brain fluttering in your skull like a trapped bird, and your heart is already starting to pick up the pace too. “Rocket,” you plead, all that old academic anxiety spiking high. “Unlike Adam, I’m actually on a time table. I need to finish all this by–”
“And if what you told me was true, I’m not gonna let you overdo it and lose it,” he tells you, his voice dropping for just a moment into something serious and intent. “Now get up. You’ve been at this for at least an hour-and-a-half.”
You hesitate, staring reluctantly at your laptop screen.
“Do I gotta give you a direct order, kid?”
You glower at him and drag yourself off the barstool. He turns sideways on his own, leaning against the table lazily and taking a mouthful of his ale. “Five deep breaths,” he orders lazily. “Your eyes aren’t laser cannons, and your angry looks aren’t gonna shut me up, cupcake.”
“God, I hate you,” you tell him, and then close your eyes and plant your feet and take your five stupid deep breaths.
“Roll your shoulders. Three times in each direction.”
You start and he cuts you off with a barked, “Slower. Start over.”
You scowl at him and do it.
“Touch your toes.”
“Geezus, I hate you,” you repeat. He just raises a brow and waits till you follow his instructions.
When you rise back up, he’s nudging the second glass bottle in your direction. “Drink half a’ that.”
You glare but lift it to your mouth anyway. It’s just water – but it’s the perfect temperature, and you suddenly realize you haven’t had anything but caffeine all day, and even that had been hours ago. You end up drinking more than half, easily.
Rocket sighs and shakes his head when you put it down. “Okay, ready for your next mission?”
“Rocket, I don’t have time–”
“It’ll take less time if you shut up and do what I frickin’ say.”
“You are the worst.”
He grins and his tail flicks. “So I’ve been told,” he concedes with mock humility, like you’ve just given him a compliment. He raises a clawed finger. “You need some fresh air, and you need to eat. You’re gonna go down to that street food stall in the Zygomatic Arch and get yourself a roasted yaro root wrap. Then you’re gonna come back and Kraglin’s gonna meet you across the street from here with a data pad. As long as you’re eating that wrap, he’s gonna let you scroll through those Terran holovid transmissions–”
“It’s goddamn Tiktok, Rocket.”
“–for exactly five minutes. No more an’ no less. And then you’re gonna come back in here and drink the rest of your water and I’ll leave you alone.” His grin widens. “At least for the next ninety minutes.”
You stare at him witheringly. “I hate you.”
“You keep saying that, cupcake, but I don’t think it’s true.”
You sigh, and feel your shoulders drop in defeat, and you head toward the open tambour door that leads into the streets. It’ll be nice, you grudgingly suppose: to breathe some fresh air and get some of the artificial Knowhere sunlight on your skin. To stretch your legs out and grab a snack and see some people, even if just in passing.
And it’s good that Kraglin’s gonna be in charge of the datapad because he’s such a fucking simp for his captain that he’s not gonna let you go over the five minutes Rocket has rationed for you on Tiktok.
“Kid.”
You pause in your steps and glance back over your shoulder at Rocket. His smirk is just a little softer, and you abruptly remember that this jackass actually cares about you – like, really cares about you. He just tries to hide it under layers of being fucking annoying.
“You’re gonna win your finals.”
You blink, and a laugh startles its way out of your chest, softly puffing out of your mouth. “That’s not–” you start to say, and then you laugh again and shrug. “Sure will,” you tell him affectionately. “For you, Captain. Thanks.”
please remember to take 15-20 minute breaks every 50-90 minutes! (set alarms on your phone to help.) use that time to open your window or go for a walk (even if it's cold). take some deep breaths. stretch. drink water. unclench your jaw. talk to someone who won't let you stay distracted for too long. and grab something to eat (even if it's just a granola bar). brains don't retain jackshit without sleep, nutrients, and moments of rest.
you got this. you're gonna win your finals.
check the ✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist for more self-care reminders, including eat somethin, drink some goddamn water, and go to frickin bed already (yeah that means you).
#take what you need#rocket bullies you for your health#look sometimes you just need someone to tell you what to do#wholesome#rocket raccoon fanfiction#rocket raccoon fanfic#rocket raccoon fluff#rocket reminders#studying#finals#rfh fanfic#rocket raccoon x you#rocket racoon x reader#rocket x you#gotg rocket#rfh masterlist#self care reminder#self care tips#rocket raccoon#guardians of the galaxy#gotg fanfiction#self care#rocket raccoon x reader#gotg fluff#gotg vol 3#guardians of the galaxy fluff#x reader#reader insert#gotg x reader#gotg rocket x reader
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I wish I could make myself smaller in the games that I play. As a kobold I am just about 3 feet tall (which is actually taller than most kobolds), but all the fun humie games have you playing at 5-6 feet tall.
I like being little!!! I like looking up at people to talk to them! I like getting into places the game would require you to crouch for without crouching!
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omg for a fic idea or fluff imagine maybe taking rocket to an earth amusement park/fair and he absolutely hates it XD
Omg omg okok I’ll do an imagine bc sadly I’m super bad at fluff (if you notice from my ao3 acc I have never touched the tag in my LIFE/hj)
Also warning you guys now, this imagine gives vol. 1 Rocket vibes (bc I’ve rewatched all 3 gotg films a normal amount to realize Rocket’s personality is always slightly different/more lighthearted with each sequel)
Also, the amusement park I picked was Universal Studios, enjoy :)
gif source <3 / masterlist!! / request stuff <3
“What the fuck are we doin’ here?”
Yeah, that was Rocket’s initial reaction when you both stop at the huge oscillating globe with the gigantic title of ‘Universal Studios’ wrapping around it.
You laughed, because he literally had no reason to look this grumpy at an amusement park but it was something you were used to by then.
“It’s an amusement park, Rocket.”
“Well I’m not very amused, you see,” he quipped sardonically.
This only made you snicker.
“Is my unamusement amusing you, humie?”
“That’s not a word!” You laughed.
“Fuck if I care.”
You and Rocket walk in eventually, and not even a minute of walking and Rocket starts getting bombarded for photos.
“No! Look lady if you don’t—”
“Everyone!” You yelled, holding out your hand in front of Rocket as if to protect him. “He’s not an employee here!”
Most people backed off, but there were some others that were still insisting that Rocket’s ‘cosplay’ was hyper-realistic.
Rocket at this point had more ‘important’ matters to attend to so you both decided to simply run off, Rocket scrambling on all fours as you book it to catch up to him.
“I don’t need you to protect me.”
“I know.”
“Then why did you put your arm over me like I was some wounded animal?”
“Because I was concerned for their safety, not yours,” you chuckled.
And, to your surprise, Rocket joins you in your laughter.
“Damn straight,” he remarked with a contented grin stretched across his face.
You guys eventually arrive to your first ride, and it’s the mummy ride. Rocket had already begun to scowl when he entered the area.
“What’s this?” He asked when you grabbed his hand and dragged him into the queue.
“The mummy ride. You’re not scared, are you?” You teased.
“We live in fucking space. Ain’t no way I’m gonna be scared of—”
Rocket screamed and practically cried non-stop on the entire ride, and when there were stops, a long, thundering string of curses were launched from his lips making parents with their kids glare at him after the ride was over.
You, on the other hand, were nothing but entertained.
“Oh my god, you should have seen your face! You were so fucking scared you couldn’t even—”
“Shut up! Fuckin’ hell you’d think they’d have windshields for that shit what the fuck was that?”
You laughed some more, but he didn’t stop you at all or comment on just how amusing this all seemed to you. He simply stole glances every time you laughed and you pretended not to notice for his sanity.
Next up; battlestar galactica.
The ride was outdoors so both of you could see the blue and red tracks very loosely intertwining with each other and having insane drops and loops. Every ten seconds was just another group of people lost to the thrill of the ride.
“Nu-uh. Nope.” Rocket was about to walk away but you hold him by the shoulder pad.
“You’re riding this with me, no exceptions.”
“Like fuck I’m doin’ that,” Rocket cursed.
“Oh come on! If you don’t come with me I can’t go!”
“What are you talking about?”
“I … I …”
Yeah, you didn’t wanna admit it but you had some of your own fears yourself. Any rollercoaster was doable as long as you had someone to wrap your arm around. You were kinda surprised when Rocket said nothing about you squeezing his arm for dear life in the mummy ride but now, there was probably no escaping it when he was looking at you so intently, eyes dragging all over your body as if he was searching for an anomaly in one of those inventions.
“Oh my,” he began teasingly, “you’re scared too.”
“No! I can do it I just—I can’t do it alone, come on Rocket.”
He grinned. It appeared it was his turn to be amused.
“Admit it, humie. You need me.”
You bit your lip.
“Rocket, stop being a dick and come with me.”
“Not until you admit that you can’t do it without me,” he repeated, your name falling out of his lips like he knew your legs grew weak at the way he says it.
You clenched your jaw, finally relenting with an audible, drawn out groan.
“Fine! You win! Rocket, please oh please I need you on this ride, please just ride it with me!” You said over dramatically, clamping your hands together before dropping them and slumping your shoulders in annoyance.
He couldn’t help but give a smug grin at your response.
He ambled in with his chest puffed out, hands shoved into his pockets as his ego had just been filled.
“Damn fuckin’ straight, humie,” he remarked. “You coming or what?”
You chase after him for the second time that day, not even realizing you were frozen in your spot.
Even after all that, it didn’t make him any less scared of the ride as he continued to scream and scratch at the shoulder restraints of the ride. By the time the ride was over, he was panting, his eyes darting around at the various workers who’s eyes widened at the sight of all the blackened claw marks on the seats.
“We gotta run.”
“Huh?”
Third time you chased after Rocket that day with the staff tailing both of you about the damages caused on the ride.
Needless to say, that was your one and only time going to an amusement park with your favorite trash panda.
He would never tell you this, but if you ever asked to go again, he could never gather the strength or courage to tell you no.
#this was so fun to write!! thank you anon hehe#he’s so soft I fucking love him sm#like outside of smut he’s the cutest lil baby#guardians of the galaxy#rocket raccoon#gotg#gotg fanfiction#gotg fic#gotg vol 3#rocket raccoon x you#rocket raccoon x reader#gotg vol 1#gotg vol 2#ask request#.alias.inbox.request.#.alias.drabbles.imagines.
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Having a bit of a rough day today
Could I be able to get a rocket headcanon about him standing up for his best friend.
It’ll make me feel a bit better
I hope you feel better soon 🤒
Rocket x Gn!reader
When it Matters
Word Count: 725
Warnings: talks of drinking, shouting, bullying, someone gets tazed, spelling mistakes,
Summary: Rocket finally shows you how much your friendship means to him
It never bothered you before.
You'd often get glares or strange stares when walking around streets. Since school you were able to simply tune it out and pretend they weren't there.
You'd been an outcast, always walking the sidelines and sticking to the shadows. When you met the Guardians your world turned upside down, you'd never had a family quite like this.
And because of the "good" deeds you all did for different planets, people started to see you all in different lights.
There were still stares and comments but they lessened and you became almost like a hero.
But in the outer reaches of space on a dirty and mangy planet like this, you were a freak and the people had no problem reminding you.
You and Rocket had been sent out to do recon while the others stayed back at the ship to discuss a plan.
You and Rocket hit it off from the first night you met -granted there were many drinks involved- but you'd both clicked and became inseparable ever since.
There was a particular group of people, leaning on the corner of a large stone building, drinks in hand and hard glares of their blue faces, that would not shut up.
"Hey human! You here to 'save' us like you did all those other planets?!" One woman shouted, earning harsh laughter from the others.
You rolled your eyes, pulling on your jacket and quickening your pace. For some reason, having Rocket there with you sent a spike of anxiety and embarrassment down your spine.
"Oh come on, where you going Humie? We just wanna talk!" Another drunk shouted.
"Guess the freak is too busy saving the world to acknowledge us normal citizens," A woman slurred, throwing her empty bottle at you. It crashed into the building to your left, the glass shattered, spraying all over the ground.
It had just missed your head.
"Alright, that's it," Rocket grumbled, unhooking his stun gun from his back and cocking it.
"Oh what's the rodent-" The man did finish his sentence as Rocket pulled the trigger and shot him. A tag hit him in the center of his chest, sending electric shooks up his arms and down his legs. He groaned and sputtered before falling to the ground unconscious.
"Let's make something clear!" Rocket yelled, taking a step closer to the group, who were now wide eyed and taking cautious steps back. "You mess with them, you mess with me! They've done more for your planet in 6 months than you sorry jackasses have done in your whole lives. Try learning some respect, then maybe you wouldn't be day drinking after being fired!"
You stared wide eyed, you'd never heard Rocket so upset.
"Now, apologize to my friend," Even thought his back was to you, you could tell from his tone that Rocket was smirking as he said this.
"Ha!" One of the drunk women, stepped forward, pointing an angry finger. "As if we'd ever do something like-"
Rocket cocked the gun, the motor starting, the sound echoing off the street.
The women stopped, swallowed hard and sighed. "We're sorry," She turned back to the group, nodding to the other end of the road. "Let's go,"
They prompty left, leaving you panting alone with Rocket.
"Jerks," Rocket mumbled under his breath, turning off the gun and hooking it to his back. Turning back to you, he stared up at your shocked face. "Ya alright? The bottle didn't hit you right?"
You shook your head, feeling your chest tighten. "No....no it didn't."
"Then what's wrong?"
You took a deep breath. "I just didn't expect you to stand up for me like that, normally my friends would just walk me away from them,"
Rocket scoffed. "Those weren't your friends then," He calmly started walking back down the street to continue your recon. You followed after him, head feeling fuzzy.
"And we are?"
"Of course, you're my best friend," He stared forward, not meeting your eyes. He spoke like it was a fact, not something emotional but a known thing. "Well second only to Groot, but you're high on the list of people I like,"
"Thanks, Rocket," You wrap your arms around your chest, speeding up to walk beside him.
"Anytime," He nudged your leg, walking as close to you as he could without tripping.
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"Not since before my brother died" is such a complete bullshit unit of time. Why did it occur to me. Yes, I haven't gone on a solo trip in that long; he died in late summer, and fall/winter trips aren't enjoyable in my area. Yes, I haven't gone to Specific Park that we walked around as a family since then either. It's not related, there's just a lot of parks near here. Stop it brain. Just because he's dead doesn't mean he's the reason I'm feeling trapped - it's February in Michigan.
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"With that being said and having that in common I can only assume that you possibly wanted to be someone your creator didn't want you to be considering where you are right now." Vision added afterwards noticing the change in his tone.
He did have some knowledge about other beings having been created in ways that would be a sensitive topic to those who fell into that category of sorts and up till that point he hadn't really met anyone that was similar in a way.
Being the way he was, Vision was still slightly slow on how to read someones emotions or pick on how things were supposed to mean hence needing some clarity on certain things
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“What? You mean dead? Yeah I guess you could say that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.” Even on this sensitive topic, directed at him, Rocket’s tone oozed with sarcasm. He couldn’t help but mask anything that made him feel insecure with his own brand of humor.
Vision had coaxed a small detail out of him he wouldn’t normally talk about, but it wasn’t too common for him to have someone around who may have a semblance of an idea of what it felt like, at least a part of him hoped? For all they may have had in common, he did feel some hesitance. Rocket had become more self aware about how he treated others and didn’t want Vision to start feeling sorry for him just because he let it slip his creator also wanted to be his destroyer.
“I mean it’s stupid, right? No matter what you’re created for, having a purpose or not-- what I am getting at is I don’t care about that, and if it makes you feel like a bit of an outsider, I get that too. Maybe I’m talkin’ outta my ass here, but I seen how humies treat people who are different than they are. Scared of what they don’t understand.”
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I can talk about this now that there's "evidence." 🙄
There is no solution that y'all can come up with when it comes to project 2025 other than what I've been talking about here when it comes to autonomy.
It's called a New World Order for a reason.
The egoic mind cannot comprehend what's coming and there's nothing to discuss when you don't know anything and dismiss women who do know what this is about.
Like literally everything else in life, this is a psycho-spiritual war. The weaker you are mentally, the more you will manifest what the elite xy wants and the quicker you will succumb to fallacies.
If you are not firmly rooted in reality, you will fall for the lies. People who are always asking questions or having discussions do not live in reality, regardless of how self-righteous they are.
Anything you do that doesn't aid the process of ending your slavery, as well as another's, to the senses is a waste of time.
In 2020, I ran through every possible scenario of how to live outside what's proposed to happen in 2025 and 2030 and they have all failed on paper.
Even with the impossible scenario of egotistical women being able to get along and somehow creating a new society with an old, male mindset, there's no hope for anybody who doesn't understand that Spirituality - chastity, meditation and loving God - is the only path to permanent liberation.
In other words, be totally and purely your individual self on all three planes of existence: physical, emotional and spiritual.
The purpose of politics is to announce what politicians are going to do. There's no damn vote and politicians don't give a shit about what a slave's opinion is. Call me harsh, but I'm giving you a reality check on how psychopaths think.
If you resist the truth of undergoing your spiritual underhaul because you're already oh, so perfect, you're actually voting in favor of everything about to happen.
This is not a "conservative" versus "liberal" either. If you haven't noticed, they are all in agreement with what is going to happen because these proposed projects are going to happen at this rate.
The more attention you give to the male system instead of your own soul, the more pain you will face.
The more you indulge in fearful male thinking, as in "we gotta buy land," "we gotta run away," "we have to submit or they'll rape us all," the more misery you will draw to yourself...
and you will reincarnate to suffer endlessly until you get it.
There's not a chance in hell of voting against something that was already in motion in 1991 (and earlier).
Anything that isn't based in reality is a "new world order," so pretty much everybody is on board with this in some manner which is why this widespread order has been successful so far. This is also why the ordinary person is a propaganda machine.
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The "universal aspirations of mankind" is sex and his reproduction, and of course, race is their favorite dogwhistle to get all dogs on code. Peace, security and freedom are all synonyms for sex and their ease/ability to obtain it.
Once at least the majority of the population partakes in purity, then this will all end.
If 30% of the population does become pure, there will be pockets of refuge for the innocent, but right now, there aren't more than a few thousand people worldwide actively placing their efforts in this direction.
This is the only scenario that works. You'll know this on an individual level as well because pure individuals are already safe.
Once you control your senses, you can do whatever you want and you won't need support so on a personal level.
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I was preoccupied with solving this issue for a while and now that I've found the answer, and as a result, have become much more internally calm, I'm seeing people in a different light:
The amount of pride the ordinary person has in their filth is their number one issue. As Olivia has stated, their lack of humility has them dead in the water (and resurrected as delusion-bloated zombies).
If you don't have at least humility, there's nothing anybody can do to help you, especially not a male in office. I'm not sure how women don't realize that year after year politicians don't care about them, yet they have more faith in a suit than God, but just about all women worship men, so...
The astronomical level of hubris the ordinary person has for going up to strangers to engage in a phone call, small talk, a hookup, which are the easiest things on earth, has sealed the deal for me that there's nothing left for the vast majority of the planet and they deserve what's coming.
It does feel like progress and your ego does temporarily feel good about itself which is why talking is promoted as a "solution."
But, if you really want the change you say you do, you need to become perfect. Period.
No point in hoarding money or buying land either, currency is going completely digital and it will be reset into universal basic income and most industries will be fully automated.
If you earn too much or have too much in general, you will be penalized. "Too much" will be according to the male god's standards.
I'll put it like this: they'll start measuring how much meat you eat and if you go over the limit of half a pound per week, you will be taxed for it.
How will they know? Facial recognition and the weight of the meat, when you pick it up off the shelf, is accounted for and filed in your financial profile.
All countries, or "races," are on board with this change. Fiat currencies are being depreciated into nothing so slaves beg for an overhaul in which the one world currency will be introduced.
Instead of different currencies for each country, there will be different currencies depending on what you want to do.
It's kind of like what you're seeing now with different social media platforms, especially Tiktok, having its own tokens and "gifts" they're just tests to see for what works best. This is the "spying" tiktok does.
Most people will become solely concerned with their sexual appeal and how well they adhere to social norms. We're seeing the beginnings of this artificiality now.
Social policing will be at an all-time high and technology will be heavily relied on and most people will want to be chipped. The social nazis we see now are an experiment and the trans issue is a pilot, as well as every other widely recognized political group, for how easy it is to brainwash, distract and control the population from observable reality.
Trans people weren't the first, this was originally done with ys, but very few people are ready for that information.
The conclusion of this study is that it's very easy to erect an illusion.
It's not a coincidence that women make up the slight majority of the global population but are really the only group who have been politically ignored.
The projects are all created to control women. You wouldn't believe me if I told you the mechanisms of why and how this is happening, but the explanation of this process isn't suitable for public consumption.
The world is actually relatively nice right now, so work your ass off (in meditation) for this rainy age. As you become a more seasoned meditator your senses will transform in ways I won't mention.
You can keep calling people who can see the bigger picture and have studied this plan since 2019 (in officially published books by the individuals planning this) whatever you want. Just know that when the time comes only those who have put the work in will receive grace.
Similar to the movies, those who ridicule individuals who have dedicated their lives to researching and silently taking action while the people around them dismiss them will be the ones begging for help, but by then it'll be too late.
The psychological war will escalate significantly in 2025 and if you're not working towards perfection now, I don't know what to tell you. The only way to get free from this is to have complete control of your mind, body and soul.
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just remembered that last year I suddenly decided to try giving Bat from my Aesop's Fable-inspired comic "The Birds, The Beasts, and the Bat" more of a furry/anthro design....since they're more of a metaphorical "sometimes they look like a person with a cape, sometimes they look like a normal-sized bat" type of character.
but as you can see what actually resulted was me drawing: 1) Their humie form 2) A bunch of Hairy-Legged Vampire Bats, and 3) Two little bats wearing little pants.
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Misadventures of a 40K Ork in Faerûn
Alternatively titled: "Da Legend of Da Panzysmasha"
CHAPTER ONE
(( Poll at the end! Decide his fate! ))
Having thrown himself into yet another rift, Gib-Gob quickly found himself back in real-space---or a kind of real-space, at least. He landed face-first on the ground, knowing he had escaped the perilous Warp. Praising both Gork and Mork, he kissed the dirt with gratitude. Unfortunately, such celebration came too soon and Gib-Gob was not out of danger yet.
Looking up from the ground, Gib-Gob learned he was not alone. Malevolent creatures with swollen brains and squid-like faces surrounded him. Gib-Gob didn't know what these ceremorphic fiends were, but felt the instinctual need to krump them into a paste. He jumped to his feet and roared as these foreign enemies readied their claws.
Tripping one with his foot, Gib-Gob grabbed its leg and swung it into another. Two grabbed his arms, yet the tables quickly turned and the Ork smashed their invertebrate heads together---likely causing significant brain trauma, as these fiends had no solid skulls. Another came from behind and tried to feast on his brain, but tasted only a green fist. As the tossed fiend weakly began to stand, Gib-Gob pulped its head with a nearby chair.
Still reeling from having collided with a fellow, that second Mindflayer focused its attention and placed two fingers on its temple. Understanding that this unusually large "Orc" could not be beaten in physical combat, it blasted Gib-Gob with a psychic attack---sending him back to kissing the dirt, unconscious.
An unknown time later, Gib-Gob awakened inside a biomechanical capsule. He had no memory of being interred within it or anything after he was brain-blasted by some "squid-faced humie".
Climbing out of the opened capsule, Gib-Gob surveyed his surroundings: a dead Mindflayer lay beside a broken tank of yellow brine, black chitinous plates burnt or flaming, throbbing walls of pink flesh and the faint roaring of monsters from outside.
"By Gork..." Gib-Gob muttered. "By Mork..."
"WUZ I LOOTED BY SOME EXTRA UGLY GENE-STEALERS AND FED TO A ZOGGIN' NID?!" he thought aloud, very loudly.
"Can't believe I forgot da other most important rule da Big Mek once told me: 'always look before ya loot'. I'ma toss a grot into any portals I find from now on."
Borrowing a steel axe from the dead Mind-flayer, Gib-Gob then searched for an exit.
"Well, dere's only two ways outta some Nid: out da mouth or out da back end. But considerin' dat Nidz got big chompin' teef, da back is probably safer..."
Gib-Gob approached the a fleshy orifice and readied himself for the unenviable task of running through a Tyranid's bowels.
Fortunately for Gib-Gob, this behemoth was no Tyranid. Rather, it was an Illithid Nautiloid---a living ship piloted by Mindflayers, acting as both a mobile base of operations and a transport. He had entered what appeared to be a laboratory, filled with examination tables and brains stored in tanks.
Out the corner of his eye, Gib-Gob saw what looked like a dead Eldar captive. Its face was twisted in untold agony as blood dripped from the top of its head. But much to Gib-Gob's surprise, the corpse suddenly kicked.
"Free us," a childish voice called to Gib-Gob. He searched for someone else---even looking behind the stored brains---but found no one.
"Free us from this body, from this case," the voice called again.
At first, Gib-Gob thought someone was playing a trick on him. When the corpse's head turned, however, he noticed a quivering brain still inside.
"Release us. They are coming," the voice cried, jiggling the greymatter of this unfortunate "Eldar".
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