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[guardian-rocket]

/// Things in the house have been chugging along, and the dust is startling to settle after 'the move'. I am also settling back into RPing but realize as I been uprooting my life to relocate it and redesign my entire living space, RPs have long since been neglected-- so here's a soft call out that if we had a thread and you know I didn't respond, just leave a like on this post as a gentle call of interest that you'd still be cool if I replied to it now, and I'll look for it! I just wanna make sure that the things I look for will be actually wanted again. ///

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Rocket’s ears flattened as the heat from the shockwave rushed past him He squinted through the flames and smoke as bugs screeched and burned, some of them still twitching as they collapsed in heaps. He hated bugs. Especially giant, acid-spitting ones that didn’t know when to quit.

"Remind me to never piss you off," he muttered, coughing once and wiping gunk off his cheek with the back of his paw.

The moment Ratchet’s hand hit the ground near him, Rocket didn’t hesitate. He clipped his gun to his back, after gave one last parting shot to a bug getting too close, then leapt toward the tether. He had no real choice but to trust the guy. He was after all making an honest rescue.

As he clung tight, swinging just above the gnashing mandibles and skittering death below, he couldn’t help but bark out a manic, wild laugh. Nearly escaping death seemed to be a reoccurrence these days, and it never got old.

Once that energy intensified until it seemed to burn white the Lombax raised the weapon over his head before slamming it into the ground in front of him. Unleashing a fiery shock wave forward which pushed the horde back, annihilating the bugs up front, while setting those further back ablaze. Though it appeared to do little against the ever increasing numbers.

"I bought us a little time but we can't defend this position."

Extending his right arm towards his new partner, their metal hand would fire off from the wrist and impact into the ground by their feet, with a solid cable connecting it to the rest of the robotic limb. All the while his left on just kept on swinging and swinging that oversized blade.

"Hop on, I'll get us out of here!"

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At risk of sounding proud. I love my Gaia avatar of Rocket

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Heeeyyyyy so what if I just dropped every pair of Spider-Man and Spider-Verse earrings I’ve ever made in one post and the. Ran away? Because I’m doing that. Shop is here.

Let me know if there are other Spideys you’d like to see! Shop is here.

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Rocket barely had time to process the bug getting sliced in half before the green goo hit him, warm and stinking like burnt circuitry. His nose wrinkled. His whole body was buzzing — part terror, part adrenaline, part wait, who the flark just saved my tail?

Then came the shout — "Hit the deck!" — and Rocket didn’t need convincing. He dove behind a rock, heart hammering, ears pinned back, fur bristling.

"Thanks for the assist!" he called out, breathless, peeking around the edge. The swarm was pulling back, regrouping fast. That moment of chaos wouldn’t last long. His brain raced through options, none of them good.

Blaster: junk. Pack: lacking any decent components for power, rations: low, and a lot of bad ideas.

His eyes flicked to the sky — that sickly green-violet swirl of the Negative Zone stretching endlessly. No rift. No team. No help... just this guy.

That was something, at least! Rocket hadn't meant to get wrapped up in the bugs after him, he was scouting for parts to get his ships fuel rods recharged, but he hadn't any luck so far.

He took the spare time he got from Ratchet barreling in to save him to do a quick makeshift repair on one of his blasters, fingers working with surgeon precision.

The blaster sputtered as Rocket worked, sparks flickering erratically from the barrel. He hissed under his breath, fingers moving fast but steady—time was a luxury neither of them had. The swarm was already regrouping, scraping the rocks, eyes gleaming.

"Alright, this might just work..." Rocket muttered, connecting a frayed wire to the power cell with a quick twist. The weapon hummed softly, a shaky promise of firepower. "Ahaa..." he laughed, "back in business!"

Another day, another series of conflicts, another rift separating him from the crew. Ratchet was going to have to start keeping a tally because it was beginning to seem like he was spending more time outside of his dimension than in it. It was almost as if these rifts were being drawn towards him... or targeted.

However there was little to no time to think about any of that right now. The Lombax had to focus on both surviving and finding a way out of whatever strange universe this was. After scanning the local flora and fauna at first he thought he might starve if he found himself stuck here considering they appeared to all be made from anti-matter. But then his internal scans came back and reported the same thing, somehow his matter's polarity had been flipped during the trip here.

"That's... troubling."

And that would have to be yet another thing he'll have to put off for later. Detecting a now diminishing amount of weapons fire coming from the same direction as a high concentration of bugs he set course right for it. Using a combination of his cloak to hide himself, leaving only a shimmer, and his flight ring to move silently he surveyed the scene once he arrived.

Just a few seconds of this was more than enough for him. Decloaking he pulled out a sword where the blade alone was longer than he was tall. Coming down he thrust the weapon right through the closest bug, cleaving it in two, only after did the blade begin to charge up with a ghastly green energy.

"HIT THE DECK!"

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Tagged by @twinklefairy-dust Tagging: YOU (if you haven't done it)

a . age: 30s

b . birthplace: United States

c . current time: 1:27 PM

d . drink you had last: Coffee

f . favorite current song(s): We Pray - Coldplay, INEXPLICABLE - The Correspondents, The Love Cats - The Cure, You Make Me Feel Like It's Halloween - Muse (And soooo many more)

e . easiest person(s) to talk to: IDK

g . goals: Get unpacked x.x

h . horror yes or horror no: Little bit yes please

i . in love ?: Always

j . jealous of people: Nope

k . kissed someone recently?: Probably

l . love at first sight or should i walk by again ?: I don't believe in anything at first sight. (Attraction at first sight though? Sure.)

m . middle name: Apel

n . number of siblings: Both zero and too many to count.

o . one wish: It's a secret.

q . questions you’re always asked:

s . song you last sang: Ride Like the Wind

t . top 3 fictional characters: Agh too hard to answer, I like so many!!

u . unexperienced or experienced writer: Experienced

v . vacation: needed!

w . when’s your birthday: 1/22

x . x - rays: I don't have any on hand

y . your favorite food: Gyros or sushi

z . zodiac sign: Aquarius

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/// Hey friends!

Still working on unpacking stuff into the new house but things are a bit difficult due to the fact I was collecting stuff for a house for years and wound up in one smaller than I thought. That means I'm here donating stuff to thrift stores that I can't make work here but I'm also buying a lot of stuff too so it's been pretty fun.

As I been eluding at for years, I have a very massive Guardians of the Galaxy merch collection and am working towards getting it properly set up in a room that will act as partially a man-cave/guest room (hopefully they really like guardians of the galaxy XD)

Tonight I realized the rug I thought I had for the space was let go at some point so I need help picking out a nice rug to add to this Guardians of the Galaxy themed room. The walls are hot pink and I got a galaxy mural on the ceiling so I'm avoiding galaxy rugs. I sorta want a bold 70s pattern that has orange and pink on it but I'm very open to ideas! I live in the US and my budget will be anything up to 100USD. If anyone has any good rug ideas, I'm going to put a pin in this until I find something in my price range. Anyway, I just wanted to drop a quick update and see if anyone is interested in being a part of this room design. ///

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He went from a classy bar to a skeezy nightclub 😂

I haven't drawn Rocket in a yellow suit before. So I did that! :D

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@celestialmantdonna

I love them sm

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Guardians of the Galaxy: band AU comic 1/?

Peter Quill has had yet another brilliant idea: the guardians should dedicate their talents to creating marvelous beats that would win the hearts of all the galaxies, not just one! Unfortunately, there is a problem…

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Starter for @thedreadpirateratchet

Rocket found himself in a sticky situation-- literally and metaphorically. Somehow, through a miscalculation he definitely wasn't going to admit to later, he'd crash-landed in the freaking Negative Zone. Not exactly a vacation hotspot. The air buzzed with electrical static, the sky a surreal swirl of sickly green and electric violet, and the ground? Slimy. Everything was damp, like the universe's worst armpit.

And then there were the bugs. He hated bugs.

Dozens of them—maybe hundreds—crept over the jagged rocks and oozing terrain. They were the size of small dogs, with glistening exoskeletons that shimmered like oil slicks, and too many eyes to count. Chitin scraped against chitin as they closed in, legs twitching, mandibles clacking in a staccato rhythm that sent a chill down Rocket’s spine. He'd faced worse. Maybe. But not without backup.

There was no Groot here to shield him. No Drax to smash things. No Mantis to do the glowy-antennae empathy thing. Just Rocket, a malfunctioning blaster, and a steadily rising sense of dread.

"Great," he grumbled, yanking a jagged piece of metal from his busted gear pack and hurling it at the nearest bug. It bounced off harmlessly. "Just me, some oversized roaches, and a reality where the laws of physics apparently took a vacation."

His breath came faster as he scanned the horizon. Jagged spires of obsidian-like stone jutted out from the landscape, and in the far distance, he thought he saw what might be a rift—an unstable energy tear that might be a way out… or a one-way ticket to being atomized.

"Come on, think!" he snapped at himself, pacing in a small circle. "You’re Rocket. You’ve hijacked starships, broken outta super-prisons, hacked Kree battle networks in your sleep! You are not going out as bug chow in an off-brand dimension."

Still, bravado only got you so far.

His ears twitched as the swarm drew closer, the ground vibrating with their movement. He could smell the acrid scent of their bodies now, hot and metallic, like burnt circuits. There wasn’t much time.

For a moment, doubt crept in—cold, sharp, and unwelcome.

Sometimes being the smartest guy in the room just meant you were the last one to know you were screwed.

But Rocket squared his shoulders, eyes narrowing.

"Fine. You wanna dance?" He raised his blaster and aimed at the closest ridge, sparks sputtering from the barrel. "Let’s make this interesting." Next Rocket was at his last stitch effort for survival. Bite, kick, claw, whatever it meant to make sure he didn't just die-- but that only can take you so far.

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He has a system.

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/// Ah hell yeah! I knew he'd look fantastic in that XD ///

💖 Fabulous 💖

Thank you @raccoon-coded for suggesting this outfit! It was such a delight to draw!

Also tagging @guardian-rocket if you wanna see 😊

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So I have a question. I’m rather curious by this Ant fellow. He’s not a popular Avenger, yet he seems to be…well somewhere between tolerated and well liked.

So my question is if I kidnapped him, how would you respond?

"Y'mean Scott? Popularity's overrated," Rocket said rolling his eyes. "He's observant, and creative. I can't say about most of Earth's Avengers... but if you kidnapped him-- well you're askin' to get mauled, blasted, or grievously injured in some manner I haven't worked the details on yet, but trust me-- you don't want that."

"You think I'm afraid to go to jail for helpin' a friend? Who're ya kiddin', that's like a spa weekend for me."

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Hey there! I came across your profile and wanted to reach out. I know you're selective with OCs, but I’ve got one I think might vibe well with Rocket. I’d love to send over her full sheet for you to look through and see if she sparks any interest! No pressure at all— if she’s not your thing, I totally understand. Just figured I’d shoot my shot and say hello!

///Heeey~

I'm actually not *that* picky these days, I know what my guides say and yes I probably should rework that part. I know I wrote that when I had some unsavory interactions. I'd love to discuss!

Just a gentle reminder however that I am still on semi hiatus because I just moved into a house and I'm only about 70% unpacked, and expect about another month or so of off and on availability. I'm working as fast as I can without losing my mind though! I promise I intend to jump back in after the dust settles and I'll have a big reveal of a very special room for my fellow Guardians of the Galaxy fans. 🌌🦝💕

Also I'll give you a follow so you can DM me directly 😎 ///

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"Oh... yeah. I'm gonna get that jacket. Look at all the pockets!"

You should get this for Independent Barbie. I think she would rock it.

https://a.co/d/8YFkz2p

DUDE! Woooooah, my dude. This is a statement!

What do you think, Independent Barbie? You could totally rock this!

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