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Also hyperventilating… in French.

Themed nights at Sister Margaret's.

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My boy…. Noooooo

In stasis🌌

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What I love about Rocket is the 100% sass on the boy. This line is perfection.

Even in alternate universes, like my Entanglement, he would still say this about Quill. Even and maybe especially, if he was in a romantic relationship with Quill. Just because the lil guy loves someone, doesn’t mean that the constant burns, insults, and grumpiness ever stop.

Never go full Quill

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🌸✨💓THIS IS A TUMBLR HUG! 🫂 PASS IT ON AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY! ~♡ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

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A painting by the amazing artist Ksenia Buridanova that is giving me Knot vibes from Chapter 16 of Entanglement. Don’t worry though, this fucker will be so, so sorry in the near and coming future. A peek at the next chapter under the picture.

Thalisk whispered something low and growling to Knoliadin before switching back to the standard Badoon that her translator could make sense of. “I advise caution, my prince. The girl has yet to learn proper respect, proper reverence,” he warned as he made his way across the room.

“I’m sure that with your careful tutelage, she will learn quickly, Thalisk. Your methods are, no doubt, impeccable.” Knoliadin replied, an understated elegance to his words that Petra had never before heard from him.

“I do not anticipate her being an apt pupil. Insouciance seems to be bred into her bones.” Thalisk answered.

“Odd,” Knoliadin answered with a frown in his voice, “I have found her to be a quick study. She has already passed the third level of Jalwek-Pazon in a short amount of time. Consider her heritage. Consider the sort of being she is.”

Even though terror was buzzing in her finger tips, the way the two men were talking about her like she wasn’t even there was starting to really annoy her. She didn’t like how he called her a ‘being’ as if she were something other. The sound of moving fabric and footsteps yanked her thoughts back into horror.

A gentle whisper of a touch brushed against Petra’s face. She strained wildly to get out of reach, to get away from Knoliadin, but could not escape. He dragged the back of his fingers across her cheek with a barely there caress. His touch was distressing, his skin seemed to buzz against hers as if little tingling fibers were connecting them where skin met skin. “I can feel the fear pounding in your neck like a trapped animal. Be calm. I will not harm you.” When he lifted his hand away, the fibrous strings stretched, pulled, and thinned, but did not separate completely. I made her skin itch and twitch, she wanted to scratch herself bloody with her nails.

Petra flinched hard enough that she experienced a bracing shock as he traced the edge of her jaw with his thumb. It made her slump in her bonds and groan again as pain danced up her nerves. “Shhhh,” Knoliadin crooned as his hand lingered on her shoulder.

When she recovered somewhat, she made a small noise of protest as he slid his claws into her hair. “Shall I remove the blindfold? I imagine it would comfort you to see where you are.” He said as he loosened the fastenings on the sides. A rustle of fabric and Petra was squinting her eyes even at the dim lights of the room.

She couldn’t see much. She knew if she turned her head too quickly she would feel burning electric torment, so she focused on what was directly below her feet. Gleaming metal, sleek and sterile duraplastic lined counters. Machines both familiar and strange loomed like ghosts in the shadowed room. There was an IV of fluids and nutrients hanging above her head, and she was laying restrained on a padded surgical table. A medical lab. She was in the ship’s medical bay. Wide bands cuffed her wrists, ankles, shoulders, waist, and hips. An uncomfortable pressure on her head made her suspect some sort of electrodes were placed there.

“There she is,” Knoliadin said, and Petra’s eyes flickered to her side to see him smiling down at her. He wore a dark eye patch over his ruined eye and a sleek red and golden brocade robe of Shiar wood dove silk. Before she could stop the sound, a whine spilled over her lips. “Shhhh,” he repeated, as he cupped her face, “So, you feel it too, our connection, our bond.” It was as if her cheek was threaded to his palm with squirming, writhing worms that consumed both of their flesh at once.

“You didn’t mean to create this connection, did you?” he asked, voice full of sympathy, compassion. He glided his clawed thumb under her eye to catch the first drops of moisture there.

“No,” she answered, eyes overflowing with tears.

“You did only mean to heal me? Nothing else?”

“Yes, only that.”

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My heart. ❤️

So I'm just NOW finding out they had an interactive event at D23 where you could TALK TO ROCKET!!! I wish I could have been there so badly I want to talk to himmmmm 😭

To fill the eternal soul-crushing void I now feel at not getting to experience this I've been watching videos people posted of their interactions with him and OMG HE'S SO FUNNY!!! The actor needs a raise he portrays Rocket's speech and mannerisms so perfectly! Some of my personal highlights from what I've seen so far:

He thinks IGN is a spaceship

He wants to name a ship after one guest (highkey jealous of her ngl)

He is under the impressions that Mickey ear headbands are some kind of modification and he wants to steal them

His entire interaction with a Mantis cosplayer is absolute gold

He asks one guest what his engineering experience is and the guest responds that he knows how to use tape and glue. Rocket gets very excited at finding someone who knows how to use tape (as someone who loves Rocket's duck tape obsession from the TV show this is everything to me)

He asks a guest what he does and the guest says that he just kind of exists. Rocket calls him unemployed

He says "biologicalistical"

A group of guests tell Rocket they love him and he actually says he loves them back! Then he says he also wants to miss them but he can't do that if they don't LEAVE. Lol

He pitches his voice up and mimics a guest and it's so funny (the CG model bugs out a bit here but it only makes it more hilarious)

To keep guests moving along Rocket will have a funny way of dismissing the current group and it's great every time

He is very weirded out and confused by a guest's Hei Hei cosplay

A guest says "I am Groot" and Rocket admonishes him for cursing in front of the younger guests 😂

A guest wants to take Rocket's picture so Rocket says he'll give them his good side. He then turns around and FRICKIN' MOONS THEM 💀💀💀 I CAN'T-

So anyways now my life will never be complete but by golly I'm going to search out every video of this that I can find!

(P.S. DISNEY YOU ALREADY PUT THE GUARDIANS IN EPCOT PLEASE ADD THIS AS AN EXPERIENCE I BEG OF YOU)

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Truer scenario never existed.

Rocket: How many times do I have to apologize?

Quill: Once would be nice!

Rocket: Hmm… no.

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OMFG… Ya’ll, I died. This is the sex pollen Rocket story we need in our lives!

you are cordially invited ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ to the fifty-second bicentennial masquerade exhibit on exitar: a night of haunting & hedonism (hosted by the tivan group)

kinktober 2024 | navigation | fanfiction masterlist 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2 parts | word count: pending. read book three ★࿐࿔ you are cordially invited now ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊

you'd do anything for enough money to care for your ailing mother — including agreeing to a night working for the collector. too bad you weren't more prepared to be part of the entertainment.

CONTEXT: au based loosely on mcu vibes. resourceful reader is also a bit of a nihilist (expression of apathy toward life/death). caretaker reader/discussion of ill parent/parent death. the collector & his friends are creepy bastards (seriously i did the elders real dirty in this one). sub reader / dom rocket. HEA of course. warning for a no-smut first chapter, too much lore, + unhinged plant-science.

★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ part one | tricks | thursday, october 31. you try to stay under the radar at your new temp job: one night in a gutted skull, serving devious eldritch monsters in masks. your only ally? a rather ominous wolf. (... well, "ally" might be a generous term...)

KINKS/WARNINGS: no smut (yet), very mild spice (slow-burn i guess?). warning for too much lore + unhinged plant-science.

★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ part two | treats | tuesday, november 5. caught in a maze of glass coffins and hunting for escape, you and your wolf stumble across some particularly lascivious pumpkins, resulting in something more-or-less akin to — well, possession.

KINKS/WARNINGS: wolf/bunny play, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex pollen, noncon/dubcon*, public sex, edging & overstim, dacryphilia, begging, praise/degradation, light humiliation, come-eating, too many orgasms, biting/marking, aftercare. *neither rocket nor reader are necessarily the "aggressor" in this scenario, but have both been forced to ingest an aphrodisiac by a third party.

★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ excerpt below.

When you look down, you can see that all the tiny purple crystals and amethyst-prisms on your corset are flecked with orange now, too — microscopic tiny shreds of gold leaf clinging to your bodice. “What is it?” you ask, and some of it falls into your mouth. Strawberry pixy stix, you think, and your tongue darts out before you can stop it.  “Fuckin’—“ He shoots a glare at someone over your shoulder. “Little gift from the Erotist, I’d guess. Or the Gardener.” Something warm blooms in your belly — an answer to the hollow ache of want, a solution if you could just grasp it — and you try to wipe away the pollen cluttering up your lashes and lips like sugary sequins.  The Gardener chuckles. “I’m afraid neither of us can take credit for this one, my dear boy. The Virgin’s Calabash is a creation of the Epicure.” The woman in the onyx-studded violet veil to his right nods her acceptance of this fact, all fake-modesty.  “Legend says it was from the lusty wet-dreams of a thousand touch-deprived virgins,” the Erotist snickers.  “That is not true,” the Epicure utters from behind her veil, tossing back a sheet of darksilver hair and sniffing disdainfully. You try to scrape the sweetness off your tongue with your teeth. It tastes good — but anything made by an Elder can’t be, as far as you’re concerned. “How bad is it if I ingest it?” you murmur to Rocket, and his eyes flare up at you. “Bad. Don’t.” Shimmering pollen clings to his whiskers and studs his fur like drops of sunstone and citrine. “What we got on us is bad enough. What we breathed in — worse.” You shift uneasily. The cool, crisp air of the chamber suddenly feels soothing on your skin. “What—“ “Another myth says that their nectar was used to dose the high priests and priestesses of the Indigarr Sky Lords over a chiliad ago. It caused such a disruption in the governing temples that the order was completely overthrown by invading forces, which ended up occupying Indigarr for nearly six centenaries afterward.” “That one is true,” the Epicure says with a curve of her eyes that seems to indicate a sly smile.  It’s hard to focus, though, as something like a blush blooms on your skin and lingers. You stagger to your feet, trying to brush the gold from your layers of tulle. Your eyes dart to the swing of Rocket’s tail. If he hadn’t made it so clear that he had no interest in you — which you can’t really hold against him, given the circumstances — you might have complimented him on it. The fur is so thick — shiny and soft. You wonder what it would feel like if he let you stroke it. What it might feel like, skimming softly against your skin. You squeeze your eyes shut tight. It’s a weird thought to have — not that you wouldn’t have thought it on a better day. But right now, you need to focus on getting him out of here — not on how luxuriously ticklish his fur might feel on your clit— “Let’s go, then,” you murmur. Your throat feels tight, and something on your belly flutters. “Let’s get out of here—“ “Don’t gotta tell me twice,” he mutters. “I could already be through here if I wasn’t babysitting you—“ Your lips are tingling, and the wave of heat you’d felt a moment ago suddenly intensifies. Is it an allergic reaction, you wonder? Or a normal result of the pollen? You wave a hand at yourself, trying to fan off some of the pollen, trying to cool the rush of warmth in your throat. 

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Ya’ll… read this filthy perfect fucking fic. ⚡️⚡️⚡️🎆🎇🎆🎇 I give this a 5/5 ⭐️s and a spicy rating of 3.5/5 🌶️ s. Like if Masterpiece Theater did porn. 👏 👏 👏

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ the bounty ⌖˖✶｡⋆ part two of evasive maneuvers ✶ book two of kinktober 2024

evasive maneuvers | kinktober 2024 | navigation | fanfiction 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2 parts | word count: pending. read part two ✶ the bounty now ⌖˖✶｡⋆

a bird in the hand... WARNINGS: dom/sub vibes, restraints & bondage, continued dirty talk, use of a cloth gag, gunplay, electricity play, forced orgasms, overstim, fantasies of dubcon/noncon, dacryphilia, tech/sex toys, nipple & clit clamps, painplay, subspace, aftercare, biting/marking.

“Little birdie.” The words are soft — admiring. “Such a sweet thing for me.”  The praise melts through you: a second wave of heat on the heels of the first one, though this is softer and more syrupy — silvery-sweet. When he coasts a light fingertip over the line of your cheek, you lean into his hand — nudging into the curve of his palm, grateful for the soothing warm balm of his approval. His hand lingers even as he lifts himself from your torso, fingers coasting along your jaw as he steps to one side and then moves down between your thighs. He holsters the modified electroshock baton into a loop at his hip, and gently pries your knees apart. The way you’re tied makes it impossible to resist him — not that you have much will to do so, anyway.  “It’s one of the things I thought you’d promise me, when I was imagining catching you in Xandar — that you’d be so good for me. That you’d do whatever I frickin’ told you, with your big weepy doe-eyes.”

The baton crackles blue, casting him in a silvery halo — hovering just an inch over the soft curve of your belly. The metal wand doesn’t even touch your skin — just ghosts lightly through the air over your flesh — and the electricity still sings through you, contracting every muscle, sending your abdominals into wrenching, clenching spasms — sending your pussy into wet spasms, too. Your teeth grit into the fabric stuffed in your mouth, and when the baton lifts from your skin, you find yourself sucking on the cloth: whines crowding up your throat, tears cluttering up your lashes.  Your hips roll toward him without your permission. Rocket just grins, of course. You can see the moon-white flash of his teeth through the blur of your lashes. He’s still got the baton grasped in one hand as he spreads your knees wider, skating the other palm through the slipperiness between your thighs.  “Yeah, sweetheart, I knew you’d like a little shock or two. You’re such a sloppy mess down here. And look at that clit, all cute and twitchy.” His grip tilts, and the baton taps just below your belly button. Your body snaps into a bridge, every nerve careening wildly, pussy fluttering madly. Then the electricity leaves and you’re melting into the mattress, shuddering and shivering with waves of heat and cold. Your tits tremble with each breath, clamped nipples pulsing heat with every thud of your heartbeat.  “Good girl,” he croons, and you watch with a wide wet stare as his baton dips lower, the rounded tip dropping just beyond your range of vision. “Eyes up here, buttercup,” he croons, and your gaze snaps to his burning stare. 

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Holy shit everyone… I guess I have plans all October…

kinktober 2024 masterlist ❤︎‬❤︎

three books. three flavors. ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ soft & sweet | october 8, 10, 16 & 19. ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ sultry & spicy | october 22 & 28. ‧₊˚♡༉‧₊ sensual & shameless | october 31.

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⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ sunshine ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 4 parts | word count: pending. you take a stranger home for a night of celebration. why not? after all, it’s not like there will be any longterm ramifications. an expansion on day 15 of kinktober 2023. KINKS: public sex, spanking, light praise/degradation, shower sex, temperature play, sensation play, free-use, soft/pleasure dom vibes, somnophilia, praise kink, body worship, biting/marking. check the masterlist [to be posted] for a more specific breakdown.  CONTEXT: au based on the mcu but i’m playing loose with the timeline and who’s still alive and stuff. let’s say post-endgame? grumpy/sunshine vibes (obviously), “secret affair” (no cheating), workplace fantasy, angst, comfort, relationship anxiety. sub reader/dom rocket. HEA of course. ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part one | dawn | wednesday, october 8.  ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part two | merediem | thursday, october 10.  ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part three | golden hour | wednesday, october 16. ☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ part four | vespers | saturday, october 19.

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2 parts | word count: pending. rocket promises you an abundance of rewards in return for your assistance brushing up on some of his old résumé skills. an expansion on day 9 of kinktober 2023. KINKS: predator/prey dynamics, breath play, restraints & rope-play, dirty talk, blindfold & gag, gunplay, electricity play, forced orgasms, overstim, dacryphilia, tech/sex toys, aftercare, biting/marking. check the masterlist [to be posted] for a more specific breakdown.    CONTEXT: mcu-based, shortly after volume 2. established relationship (you’ve been with the guardians for a while). safeword discussion. sub reader/dom rocket. HEA of course. ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶ part one | the hunt | tuesday, october 22.  ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶ part two | the bounty | monday, october 28.

you are cordially invited ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ to the fifty-second bicentennial masquerade exhibit in exitar: a night of haunting hedonism (hosted by the tivan group).

18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: pending. you'd do anything for enough money to care for your ailing mother — including agreeing to a night working for the collector. too bad you weren't more prepared to be part of the entertainment. KINKS: wolf/bunny references, exhibitionism, voyeurism, sex pollen, noncon/dubcon*, public sex, crawling, edging & overstim, dacryphilia, begging, praise/degradation, light humiliation, biting/marking, aftercare. *neither rocket nor reader are necessarily the "aggressor" in this scenario, but have both been forced to ingest an aphrodisiac by a third party. check the masterlist [to be posted] for a more specific breakdown.  CONTEXT: AU based on the mcu with a pinch of comics & cartoon. resourceful reader is also a bit of a nihilist (expression of apathy toward life/death). caretaker reader/discussion of ill parent/parent death. the collector & his friends are creepy bastards. sub reader / dom rocket. HEA of course. warning for too-much-lore. ★⋆.࿐࿔˚⋆˙‧₊ oneshot | thursday, october 31.

pink, gray, & orange support & mdni banners and kiss divider by @/saradika-graphics | purple support/mdni banners by @/cafekitsune | pink flower, gold rose, & masquerade dividers by @/sweetmelodygraphics | yellow flower dividers by @/thecutestgrotto | silver sparkle divider by @/strangergraphics

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It delights me to know that my art made you happy! I wish I had more free time to make art for your wonderful stories. You have been so great, and the greatest present is being your friend.

Happiest birthday to raccoonfallsharder! You are the best, and you deserve the moon and stars! In addition to being an amazing storyteller, they are a wonderful, kind, loving friend. I’ve benefited so much from knowing them. In honor of their special day is a gouache on fabric painting from their incredible story “Cicatrix.”

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Happiest birthday to raccoonfallsharder! You are the best, and you deserve the moon and stars! In addition to being an amazing storyteller, they are a wonderful, kind, loving friend. I’ve benefited so much from knowing them. In honor of their special day is a gouache on fabric painting from their incredible story “Cicatrix.”

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This art is so amazing. I’m so in awe of it.

Entanglement

Story by @hibatasblog all the way to chapter 12. one was done by the fabulous @crimsonkingart! With the others done by myself. I’m not a fan of my most recent addiction, but can’t wait to do others. I love this story so freakin much. All the creativity!! Ahh! It sends me!

A while ago we had a floor leak and it destroy from stuff before we could really notice. A lot of these being one of them. But makes these extra special to me.

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*At some point, probably*

Rocket: I can’t do this, it’s against my moral compass.

Peter: YOUR MORAL COMPASS IS A ROULETTE WHEEL!

Rocket: …Your point?

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My heart! Oh, they look so beautiful and loving. Also wet grumpy Rocket is a vibe.

boring meeting scribble time

a couple lil pieces inspired by @hadesinsane

most raccoons have the instinct to swim and even enjoy it, but i suspect all of rocket's augmentations weigh him down in the water. to make a raccoon body stand and move like a human body requires so many pins and plates, new bones, osteotomies. but when we see lylla in vol 3, it really looks like only her arms have been altered (as far as her skeletal/muscular system goes), and otters don't appear to use their arms much for swimming. i like to believe she retains her aquatic abilities.

in another universe, a kinder timeline, i like to think lylla survives. maybe she and rocket escape at the same time, or they find each other later. she has a little den on a nicer part of morag, or aladna, or tarka. i like to think she convinces him to wade in the shallow water while she plays, and teases him for looking like a drowned f'saki when his fur gets all wet (because lets face it, otter-fur withstands the water a little better than raccoon-fur). but afterward, even though he’s so much bigger than her now, she curls him up in her arms like he's just a little baby otter pup, and floats him on her belly while they watch the clouds or doze under the stars, and the sky is beautiful and forever above them.

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That expression is 🔥 😍🥵

Have a Rocket sketch for today friends!! I love him so much omfg!!!!! Our favorite boy!!! 🦝🦝🦝

Drawing Rocket is how I feel close to him, he’s a friend yaknow🥹 I’ve been in such a lovey mood about him lately LOL like obviously I love him every day all the time but like omgggg that’s my bestie😭😭😭 my muse😫😫😫 if I think too deeply about him I burst into tears💀 LOL