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I think a surprising amount of writers don’t realize that tragedies are supposed to be cathartic. They’re intended to result in a purging of emotion, a luxurious cry; the sorrow caused by a great tragedy is akin to fear caused by a good horror movie – it’s a “safe” sorrow, one that is actually satisfying to the audience. It can still be beautiful! It’s isn’t supposed to just be salting the earth so nothing can grow.

But that’s how you get grimdark: writers who don’t realize that they’re supposed to be doing something with the audience instead of to the audience.

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(꒪ᗜ꒪‧̣̥̇) this humble artist would be very interested

Good afternoon Fandom Nation,

I have come with a humble inquiry.. I have been thinking about hosting a colab🏃🏻

I wanna gather a bunch of artists together to draw different iterations / versions of Rocket from games, comics, tv shows ect..

Just kinda testing the waters with interest🤲🏼 I think it would be so fun..

Lemme know what yall think and if u would join🤎✨

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rocket!!

I will always adore his goofy leotard design

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You're just...so sweet. I comment sometimes on ao3 and I just...I can't help but anxiously and excitedly await what you'll say. I think it feels special for when a lot of authors respond to comments, but I feel like I just can't resist the urge to poke the refresh button on ao3 or check my email to see when you say something. It's just so meaningful to me for some reason and I really appreciate it.

( ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ·̫ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀ ) bbyyyy

getting comments from people who put in the time to read my silly stories and actually respond to them (usually with SO MUCH kindness and encouragement) is a privilege and an honor. like, i am just so incredibly lucky to have such sweet readers and to get to be part of such a generous fandom?

i have this dirty secret — i try to hold off as long as i can on reading my comments (also the reason it can sometimes take a minute for me to get through my asks). and it’s just because…. i like to save them lol. read them all at once, or when i’m having a bad day. which is to say the feeling of really treasuring these exchanges is completely mutual. i can’t tell you how much i cherish these little tiny sparks of connection with people (like you) ♡ they are real and meaningful, even when they are brief and between strangers. maybe especially because of that ♡

i hope you have a lovely day or night wherever you are, nonnie. i hope you get to see something so lovely that it makes you tear up. i hope someone gives you a hug or a high-five right when you need it. i hope you get good, restful sleep with plenty of beautiful dreams that linger with you even after you wake up. i hope you treat yourself well today, and that those around you remember how lucky they are to have you in their lives ♡♡

thank you for commenting on ao3 and thank you for this lovely ask that i didn’t respond to for days because it kept making me all soft and teary inside. your comments matter and you matter, and you leave an impact wherever you go, even when it’s only with a sentence or two. i hope you know that.

and i for one am grateful

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hear me out

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:* treasure planet *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧

but the jim hawkins role is filled by a young rocket just escaped from halfworld - stowed away on a xandaran archaeological salvage liner

and the john silver role is filled by yondu

i don’t know how it ends yet but i think there’s something there

actually i would like this animated movie, disney, please n thanks

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cold hands, warm thighs.𖡼𖤣𖥧.ೃ࿔*:･

comfort collection | navigation | fanfiction m.list spice | no use of y/n | gn reader x rocket | oneshot | word count: 5,122. read cold hands, warm thighs now .ೃ࿔*:･ [COMPLETE]

the best thing about landing on cold planets is the warming-up part afterward. for @leresq. see below for warnings/context.

He watches, fascinated, like his hands don’t even flarkin’ belong to him. They do and they don’t, he’s realizing. Sure, they’re his during normal working hours — he manipulates them into tiny spaces, uses them to fix engines, combs out his tail and whiskers, pops the tabs on every can in a smuggled six-pack of blubber ale. But once you’ve got ‘em in your grasp, he can’t tell them what to do anymore. They rebel against any order he gives them, far preferring to curl up between your thighs than listen to anything he has to say.

And — yep. Sure enough, you tuck them back safely between your knees: muscles sleek and fat soft against his knuckles once more, every stitch of your inseam coming to life on the back of his hands. Hot chocolate, you tell him, reaching for the mug. With pumpkin-spice this time. Or as near as I could get to it. Pumpkin-spice means nothing to him, but he lets you tilt the straw to his lips anyway, and when he ripples his knuckles against you — testing the springiness of your thighs and committing it to memory, suddenly trying to decipher the exact degree of your body-temperature — he feels you jolt a little too. A smirk flirts with the corner of his mouth. His hands may not belong entirely to him anymore, but he can think of one or two things he’s still got.

read more on ao3 .ೃ࿔* comfort collection | navigation | fanfiction m.list

WARNINGS/CONTEXT: comics-based (mostly ewing; dash of skottie young). just like, a ton of mild-to-midgrade smoulder. implications of sexual activity, cursewords in english and intergalactic common?? mentions of space-princesses of multiple genders (including you). rocket calls reader sweetheart 3x.

green & yellow tree divider by @/sweetmelodygraphics | teal lace divider by @/thecutestgrotto | support banner by @/saradika-graphics | lil moodboard by me! ♡

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50 Smutty Fics Ideas

Made this for an event I haven't run in the end, but it'd be a pity to keep them hidden. I hope they'll help your creativity flow!

A and B are hiding together in a tight place, their bodies pressed close. With adrenaline running in their veins, the situation eventually gets out of control.

A and B are dancing what eventually leads to a slow, intimate dance. A gets aroused from B pressing close to them.

A has an obvious crush on B and plans to finally confess. A chickens out and tries to opt out of the situation, but B presses them to speak in a spicy way.

A is tied to an altar as a sacrifice to demon!B. More than taking their life, B is interested in taking their body.

During a visit in a sex shop A spots a weird toy. B suggests purchase as a joke. Little do they know A seriously wants to use it.

A and B are friends with benefits. A's feelings turn out to be genuine, but they don't want to ruin the balance, so they keep it to themself…until they accidentally slip a confession during sex.

A is really into a specific body type/body part and B's body looks as if taken straight out of A's fantasy. A can't hold it anymore and reveals how much B turns them on.

A and B are on a motorcycle trip. The constant movement, vibration and touching is getting them excited.

A walks on B changing. It's the first time they see them naked, and they can't peel their eyes off them.

A survives a near miss. B, worried and scared to death, doesn't want to leave their side since then.

A and B need to share bed due to circumstances. They wake up in each other's arms and it awakens something in them.

A goes down on B. B wears nothing but stockings. At some point A starts tearing them out of the way with their teeth.

A loves B's scent but they keep it secret. One day B catches A masturbating while sniffing a piece of their clothing.

The way A moans "I love you" turns B absolutely feral.

A tries to get B jealous as a part of their flirting game. B snaps way harder then A predicted.

A and B are in a dom-sub relationship. A breaks a rule and B has to again teach them how to be a good sub.

A is less experienced in kink than B. B introduces them to the world of kink with their favorite one.

A gets extra loud during sex so B has to cover their lips. Limited oxygen/fingers in mouth insanely turn A on.

A and B meet for what's not supposed to be a romantic date - but they feel so good around each other, it's suddenly 2am, and they don't really want to part. A proposes B to move the meeting to their place.

A is arguing with B. They truly can't decide whether they want to kill or fuck B more.

That was supposed to be just a make out session, but A kisses so good that B gets impossibly aroused.

A and B are about to face a dangerous situation. They want to enjoy life before it might be too late.

A celebrates a great success with B. Drinks and festive atmosphere quickly turn the matters spicy.

It's A's birthday and they find B tied to bed in nothing but very revealing lingerie.

After a soul-draining break up, A wants to get rid of remaining grief & enter a new path of life with a bang: they contact B, a professional dom.

A and B realize they are being watched during sex. They don't intend to stop.

A is in a middle of meeting when they receive a message B. It's a very explicit nude.

A puts a blade by B's throat, be it seriously or as a joke/teasing. B's reaction is…enthusiastic.

A's hands seriously distract B. Their reactions eventually clue A in: and they decide to use the new knowledge to their favor.

A and B get trapped in one small space and need to wait for emergency. If only there was a way to kill the boredom…

A uses a sexual favor to convince B to do something.

A suffers from pent-up stress and frustration. B offers their body for them to use to get rid of negative emotions.

During soft, vanilla sex A asks B to try something different/rougher.

A shoves B against the wall. Now, once they are so close, A can't stop looking at B's face/lips/body part of choice.

A has lips/tongue/nipples/genitals pierced. B is really curious how does it feel during sex.

A rolls sleeves up/takes shirt off, revealing body hair to B. B has no idea how to act normal around A anymore.

A is usually reserved when it comes to intimacy and emotions. When in public, B does something that breaks A. A pulls B close and whispers to them: "I need you. Now."

A is preparing themself to roll with their day. B walks on them wearing nothing but their shirt.

A tends to neglect their needs. B uses kink as a way of taking care of them.

It's unbearably hot and A switches to wearing short and fine dresses. B finds out they are wearing no underwear underneath.

A has a really big dick/strap, B struggles to take it. A taunts and teases them about it.

Good cock & bad cock routine with dom!A, dom!B and sub!C. A praises C while B degrades and taunts them.

A and B are in a dedicated but open relationship. C grabs their mutual interest.

A loses a bet and now has to do what B tells them.

A, B, C (and maybe more 🤭) running a train on D.

A has a dark/unusual sexual fantasy & they bring it up to their partner, B. B agrees to try it out.

After a longer break A is so needy for sex that they can't enough of B. B is a trembling, ruined mess, but A just keeps going.

A is filthy rich & B is their sugar baby. A pays B a ridiculous amount of money to try a kinky scenario out.

A is a virgin but also very curious about a certain kink. B does their best to let them try it in a safe and satisfying way.

Wedding night between A and B takes an extra spicy turn.

Please, reblog and/or credit, when you use (but don't @ me!). The divider made by @/saradika.

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the best fanfic is the one the author had fun writing actually.

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Your f/o would notice. They'd notice those small signs of struggle, the subtle shifts in higher to lower energy, they'd remember what it takes to properly support and appreciate you. They would do everything it took to give you the credit, support, love, and care you deserve.

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Leaving this here for my fellow Rocket lovers. I think you'll enjoy this as much as I do 💖

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What do you think is the best voice for Rocket that we've gotten? (There aren't very many lol) And if you were forced to recast MCU Rocket who would you go with?

sorrryyyy darling i keep getting distracted from my asks ｡°(°.◜ᯅ◝°)°｡

soooo bradley cooper has voiced my favorite rocket (surprising no-one). the gravel, the under-the-breath singing, the occasional low-low-low oh yeahs and we go through yous and so on… ugh. there’s no substitute.

my least favorite was trevor devall’s version (i mean, his rocket is fine! i’ve watched the cartoon a million times. but of the versions i’ve heard, it’s just too…. screamy?? for me).

weiner’s rocket (in the eidos game) is great.

i am honestly…. not very good at answering hypothetical recasting questions lol (or casting questions in general). i don’t know. it’s so hard to imagine any other voice scratching the itch as well as cooper’s. i honestly don’t think anyone could do it as well. if we’re going with someone totally new… jensen ackles, maybe? the first time i was ever like “holy shit who is voice-acting this character; that voice is toe-curling” it ended up being jensen ackles (playing red hood, btw). plus i think it should be a prerequisite that rocket’s VA can sing, and i’m pretty sure ackles can do that? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

what are your thoughts???? inquiring minds need to know ♡

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i’m honestly so honored

all my mutuals are either smols or tuxedos. or smol tuxedos (maybe an orange or two)

also forgive the garbage doodle on my phone but, raccoonloaf

WHAT KINDA CAT ARE YOUR MUTUALS

I REALLY WANNA SIT HERE AMD GO THROUGH TAGGING EVERYONE BUT I HAVE TO GO TO BED NOW SO I’LL DO SO TOMORROW!!!

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rocket, but as a rich businessman.

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comfort collection masterlist

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rating: varies | no use of y/n | rocket x reader | oneshots | word count: varies. maple sugar & pumpkin-spice for your autumnal reading pleasure...

𖡼𖤣𖥧.ೃ࿔*:･ cold hands, warm thighs | spice | comics | 5,122 words. 𖥧𖤣༉˖°‧₊˚ ⋅ mitten aesthetic | fluff? | mcu | november 25 ₊⋆ ☾༄˖°.･₊ ⊹⋆ bookshop at the end of the universe | smut | eidos | november 30

cold hands, warm thighs. 𖡼𖤣𖥧.ೃ࿔*:･ spice | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 5,122.

the best thing about landing on cold planets is the warming-up part afterward. for @/leresq. WARNINGS/CONTEXT: comics-based (mostly ewing; dash of skottie young). just like, a ton of midgrade smoulder. implications of sexual activity. mentions of space-princesses of multiple genders (including you). rocket calls reader sweetheart 3x. [COMPLETE 11/18]

He suddenly realizes he’s making a show of it — of being cold. Doesn’t bother to comment on the worse-chill in his ears, focusing instead on briskly rubbing the hands you can see. Conning you. And sure enough — predictable — you tsk again when you turn back toward him, your eyes all worried and fastened on his dark hands. There’s the scuffling sound of chair-legs against the metal floor as you pull out your own seat and station yourself across from him: gently grasping his wrists with your fingers and rubbing your thumbs along the inner wells of his palms, pressing your lips and your breath first to his knuckles, and then to his pulsepoints.

mitten aesthetic. 𖥧𖤣༉˖°‧₊˚ ⋅* ‧₊ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: pending. when knowhere breaks down in the thneed system, you receive an unexpected visitor. aka, it was a dark and stormy night when a stranger came to your door. for @/leresq 𖥧𖤣༉˖°‧₊˚ ⋅ mitten aesthetic | november 25.

The gust of stellar wind that blows past you —- filtered through bone and manufactured atmospheric shielding — is so cold it burns, and tiny shards of ice bite your face and throat. At first, you peer into bitter darkness, eyes searching at your own level — only to feel something crash into your knees, buffeting you back as it bursts into your little home. “Close the frickin’ door!” the invader barks without looking up, flurrying past you, almost faster than the winds themselves. You obey instinctively, back pressed to the now-closed panel and eyes wide as you take in the three-foot-tall bundle of wet wool and fur. He skirts your makeshift blanket-fort and mattress, kicking off his boots as he goes, pressing dark-clawed fingers against the soft glow of the radiator. 

bookshop at the end of the universe. ₊⋆ ☾༄˖°.･₊ ⊹⋆ rating tbd | no use of y/n | undecided reader | oneshot | word count: pending. an unexpected ice-meteor shower crosses paths with knowhere. luckily, your bookstore happens to be open for wayward space travelers looking for shelter on their way home for the bar. eidos-game vibes. for nonnie. ₊⋆ ☾༄˖°.･₊ bookshop at the end of the universe | november 30.

brown animated leaf garland by @/bernardsbendystraws

acorn, green & yellow tree, and red & teal autumn-themed dividers by @/sweetmelodygraphics

sweater divider by @/cafekitsune

red heart divider by @/saradika-graphics

teal lace and red leaf garland dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

skinny teal heart, light blue, and pale mint-star support banners by @/saradika-graphics

dark teal mdni & support banners by @/cafekitsune

moodboards by me! ˚ʚ♡ɞ˚

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everyone says join your local mutual aid groups and build community, but uh, what do you do if a lot of them seem to have dissolved and the other ones don't have consistent recurring meetings.

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Bucky: I think it's time to get my life in order.

Sam, narrating: But he didn’t get his life in order. In fact, he got drunk last night and ended up fighting a raccoon.

Rocket: Hey, don't call me that!

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In my mind, I like to imagine the different kinds of dreams Rocket might have— and I always picture him dreaming of himself with wings🦝 these kinds of dreams don’t wake him like the bad ones do— they feel warm🫶