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Quick drawing of bocket rocket tonight. I had a hard day mentally so I wanted to throw him in some happy brain tingly colors ^_^

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"Oh I'm sure," Rocket replied, keeping close to the blue hedgehog. He had fairly little to go off of at the moment as to how the physics had ripped a portal between their dimensions but as he knew he was at partial fault for it, he figured the least he could do is patch it back up before some multi-dimensional multiverse authorities tried to send him to super prison. From what Rocket knew, if he didn't stop it quickly, it was probably going to get a whole lot worse.

"Of course I'd get tangled up in a place called Mobius, it's almost poetic, really," he chuckled as they got to the hill Sonic head led him to. He'd been on enough planets with screwy gravity that the scattered broken bits of the planet floating around probably fazed him less than it should have.

"Kinda looks like Groot's room before we made him clean it..." Rocket replied with a chortle before he remembered Sonic didn't know who Groot was. "Uh... sorry, yeah, Groot... he's ... something of a tree. He grows vines when he sleeps. Not great when you're in a ship."

He and Quill always had to get on Groot's case to clean up the vines because they were worried about the structural integrity of the ship... and they were a tripping hazard. It was easy when he was little but now Groot was big, which meant bigger, thicker vines that were much harder to move or break apart.

{➹} – FOR THE HEDGEHOG, getting from one steady mass to the next was easy enough but he was keeping an eye on his companion. Just in case. The last thing he wanted was for the other to slip and end up floating into the mess they were dealing with. Didn't sound like a very pleasant experience at all, Chaos knew what else might have been out there.

"Jumping dimensions isn't really the problem. I've been doing that for years. 'S more making sure everything around you doesn't come collapsing in on itself afterward," the hero mused, and one might have to wonder where he found his sense of humor in such a time. Maybe it was just too much confidence in that moment.

He wasn't exactly worried they wouldn't be able to fix things after all. Rocket seemed to know what they were looking for, and if they needed a few more brains on the matter the hero had friends who could easily fill those spots. They just needed to be patient, take it one step at a time.

"Mobius, an' yes, I know there's some odd symbolism there at the moment, but I promise the planet is usually a lot more put together. 'S beautiful, really." Of course he was biased towards that, but as they travelling through the remnants of Green Hill, he hoped Rocket could see what he was talking about too.

But soon the forest around them grew dense, almost too much so, but the hero knew where he was going and to anyone else the fact he was walking right towards a small hill was questionable. To him, it was normal as he arrived at it, reached out a hand and moved dense vines out of the way, revealing a tunnel on the other side.

To Rocket, he aimed a grin. "And, yes, I also know we took the term 'hidden base' a little too literally, but it was a necessity at the time."

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Rocket's initial stiffness faded as the music flowed around them. He wasn't used to this kind of gentle, graceful movement. Usually it was more about explosions and adrenaline, not waltzing...

But there was something calming about it all. The way Danny moved with such ease, the warmth in his eyes... It made Rocket feel strangely vulnerable, but also oddly safe. Unbeknownst to many, Rocket was typically more open to things than he let on, he only shut down when he felt slighted, and so far Danny hadn't given him any reason to fear judgement or ridicule.

He followed Danny’s lead clumsily at first, his paws feeling awkward on the floor. But as they continued dancing, he started to relax into it, though never quite matching Danny’s effortless grace, but Rocket had a raw elegance of his own.

Rocket stumbled a little at the twirl, his footpaws scrambling for purchase on the floor. He wasn't used to being led around like this, but he found himself relaxing into it more than he expected.

"Whoa there," Rocket chuckled, trying to regain his balance. "Easy on the fancy footwork." He was starting to enjoy himself though. The music was actually pretty catchy and Danny seemed genuinely happy leading him through these steps.

The cat is surprisingly good at this.

"Yeah, yeah..." Rocket mumbled as they continued dancing. "I guess I am having fun." He replied almost sheepishly, his ears perking up.

His voice dropped lower as if confessing something private: "Never really had anyone dance with me before."

"Good, bad, it's all perception. As long as you have fun, how can you call it bad? Mistakes can be objective, but fun is where it's really at."

He knew how to dance with those who weren't as professional as he was. Goodness knew he'd done so with enough fans. But this was to be more special, because it was a one on one situation, not some competition to see who could win a dance with him. So he began, slowly, gently to the operatic notes of the music.

He'd never in his life call someone's dancing bad, because dance was a form of self expression. That was what had gotten him into it as a kitten. Being able to dance his heart out, to show how he was feeling through the power of movement. The feline's smile only widened, at the soft movements he lead Rocket through.

Hopefully it was easy enough to follow. Opera wasn't exactly high energy dance music.

"I think you're a lot better than you give yourself credit for. I don't know anything about weapons, but I do know a thing or two about singing and dancing."

Carefully, yet precisely, he twirled the raccoon. Only once, as to make sure Rocket didn't get dizzy.

"I know I'm having fun, but what about you?"

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The comment about singing made him chuckle a bit. Clearly the cat never heard Quill try and sing an ABBA song, but he wasn't about to throw his best friend under the bus straight out the gate.

He enjoyed hearing the feline's optimistic prattle, a nice contrast to his outgrowing pessimism. As gruff as Rocket was, it was a trait he actually enjoyed seeing in others, and even the raccoon knew he wasn't wrong. Passion did lead to skill.

Dancing and music did seem to go hand-in-hand, but Rocket had never actually danced with anyone before. There was a shyness about his demeanor that he was doing his best to mask. Something about it always made him feel nervous because he always had pictured if he ever had to do it, somehow he imagined it with someone close to twice his size-- after all, most of his friends were... but Danny wasn't. He was actually closer to his size.

Music though... it made him want to dance, even if he wasn't sure if he was any good-- but Rocket was nothing if not a risk taker, and there wasn't really anyone there but the two of them.

"Okay, okay..." Rocket said, rather cheerfully. "I'll dance, but don't get your whiskers in a twist if I ain't good. I'm better with weapons than I am choreographics."

He put his hand in Danny's and waited for his lead, much more nervous than he was letting on.

"Well, I won't push you or anything, but I'd love to hear you sing. I've always believed everyone can sing. It's not about skill level, it's about passion."

Those words, oh, how they made his heart ignite. He knew there were tons and tons of people who were unsteady to sing in front of others for fear of missing a note or something alike. Some people thought their voice was just bad, that you had to be gifted to have a good voice.

And that wasn't true.

"Skill level comes with loving something, right? Because when you mess up, you're just that much more inspired to try again."

His tone is rather gentle, actually. If Rocket didn't want to sing, that was fine. But the raccoon had brought up another passion of Danny's.

"But if you don't feel up to singing for me..."

He held out a hand.

"Will you dance with me?"

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"Yeah I don't really get hung up on the his or hers bullshit when its music. I mean I know all the lyrics to Like a Prayer by Madonna..."

In truth, Rocket wasn't one to really pay all that much attention to it in general either. (Getting called 'it' most of your early life did things to a guy.)

Rocket's ears perked up watching the cat put the vinyl record on scratched at the scruffy fur of his neck while he waited for the music to begin.

He didn't make any snide remarks about the music, it sounded beautiful and he seemed to have an appreciation to it even if he'd typically gravitate towards something more punchy. He zoned out for just a moment when he heard Danny's question.

He looked aloofly to the side at the other records before he nodded softly. "Eh... yeah, I guess you could say I do... just usually... not around people, y'know?"

"But I am trying to at least do the dancing thing."

"But the high notes are the most fun when it comes to opera! Anyone who says a male can't sing the part of Christine from Phantom of the Opera never met me!"

He's trying not to laugh, all in good nature, as he readies a record. Opera, just as Rocket requested. Placing it upon the the record player, a beautiful song begins to play. Light music, with a man singing in Italian. He hit low notes, he hit high notes, a rather impressive operatic voice.

"I may not specialize in opera, but I still really love it."

Maybe if he was lucky, he could get Rocket to sing, even if he wasn't going to try belting any high notes. Low notes were important to songs too!

"Do you like to sing, or dance?"

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The world needs more animated series Rocket fan art and I am here to provide it

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Awhile ago I created a 'Knowhere build' Not really fully finished but thought I'd share.

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"Alright!," Rocket chirped enthusiastically, contrasting his usual gruffness. "Count me in. Opera? You're talkin' opera?" Rocket hadn't heard Opera since he was on Counter-Earth, and of course that was all in Orbose (an alien language not well known) and he was just an adolescent at the time. Despite a gravitational pull to music in and of itself, he didn't have the same appreciation then that he came to have over the years of jamming out to normal Earth music.

"Alright, you've got my attention. What's the deal with opera? I'll give it a shot. Just don't expect me to be belting out any high notes like some kind of raccoon Pagliacci."

"Yes!"

A little unusual that someone wouldn't know a record meant music, but who was he to judge? There were all kinds of people from all kinds of walks of life. All that mattered was the idea that maybe someone would listen to his records with him, and if he was lucky, sing with him along to his favorite songs!

"I've got all kinds of genres. Rock, jazz, classical, opera, you name it! I can't think of a better stress reliever than singing along to your favorite songs."

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"You mean like... music, right?" Rocket asked, not about to pass up a chance to broaden his musical horizons. After all-- after guns, music was his other favorite thing in the universe.

"Does anyone wanna listen to records with me?"

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Rocket had started participating in occasional displays of affection here and there but it still felt pretty foreign to him, even now. Even trying to put his past to rest, something inside him still nagged that always made him feel lesser than. Lesser than what? So many years he spent trying to showboat and posturize to convince anyone, everyone that he was 'better than them' only to continually to fail to prove to himself he was even their equals; and he knew it. He didn't really want to be thought of as better, he just wanted... this.

To feel like he was one of them, among them, an equal... All the intelligence of a genius and there were still so many things he didn't understand.

Mantis on the other hand had a way of making him feel seen, in a way that could melt away those insecurities even if just for a moment here and there. It was like a cloud was lifted in the metaphorical plain of his mind.

He wrapped his arms around Mantis, oddly strong for someone his size when he wanted to be, he squeezed her tight, give her shoulder a gentle pat with one of his small clawed augmented hands.

"Oh I bet it's gonna be," Rocket replied, clearing his throat. "Y'know... I got some uh... fireworks we can blow up for tonight, just for the occasion."

As he loosened up their hug, he pulled out a box of Terran 'sparklers' and handed her the package.

"These too."

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Granted, Mantis was not too familiar with the tradition, but it was a celebration as valid as any other. There was something intrinsically beautiful about it, a chance for new beginnings, even if it was merely a symbolic thing.

Her smile widened and she opened her arms to wrap them around the furry Guardian. As much as Mantis liked embracing her friends, she knew Rocket wasn't always comfortable with physical contact – which was why she had asked first. The future was uncertain, but Mantis knew that, if the Guardians had one another, everything would be fine.

"I love you, Rocket. We all love you very much. I hope you have a wonderful year, my friend."

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"Happy New Year, Rocket!" Mantis chirped, beaming at her fellow Guardian and dear friend. "May I give you a hug?"

New Year... what a strange thing to celebrate. Just another orbit Earth made around it's star, as if it's not the only thing that hunk of rock was doing... but sure, why not celebrate it? Rocket wasn't gonna gripe if it meant drinking with friends and making promises he couldn't or wouldn't keep.

At least there was music.

"Yeah you can give me a hug," Rocket consented. "And a drink. Something strong. Got a whole lot of this last year I'm ready to forget."

His tone lacked it's usual bite or negativity. For Rocket, he seemed in a good mood.

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"why are you even here?" Mobius asked. (from @xxxletxtimexpassxx)

Rocket's eyes narrowed slightly as he crossed his arms over his chest, eyes glinting in the dim light of the TVA headquarters. "What's it to you? I'm not here by choice, if that's what you're asking. I got better things to do than waste my time on your bureaucratic nonsense," he snorted.

"You know, for a Time-Keeping Authority guy, you're not exactly radiating excitement. What's eating at you?"

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"If not Earth, what planet similar to that would you live and why? I'm thinking of moving New Asgard to a different place."

"How about... Berhert? It had lots of trees, breathable air... water... Figured it'd make a good place to settle down. We crashed there once, Quill's first ship is still on there in ruins, been kinda eattin' at the back of my head since it happened."

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*leaves Rocket a bowl of pizza soup.*

"WHICH ONE OF YOU SCUTSTAINS PUT BARF IN MY BOWL?!"

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Let’s spread a little sunshine ☀️ drop this sunflower 🌻 into the inboxes of the blogs that make you happy! 💛

/// aw you sweetheart! Thank you <3 You make me happy too! ///

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I’d love to see Rocket interact with any of the Disney Princesses @peculiarbeauty @bornofthedawn @seachant @workingsong @wispfated @sunsdrop @cinderiella

/// Ooh I bet any of those would be great, but if I had to choose I bet Rapunzel and him would be great together because they're both creative and I have a feeling Rocket might find her gullibility and spunk very charming. ///