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[raccoonfallsharder]

oh my god it took so long thank you for your patience baby. i actually hope this is totally useless to you now and you don't even need it anymore (but maybe it will give you a little smile anyway) (ㅠ﹏ㅠ) ♡♡♡

clean your frickin room.

Hi, I have a request for "take what you need," if you choose to ever get around to it: 'Clean your frickin room.' 

I'm struggling and don't know where to start. I've been putting it off for far too long. I have too much stuff, I don't know where to put it all and it's piling up. I've already made up a couple of bags of stuff to give away. I want to keep everything else, I just need to organize it all somehow. But I get so overwhelmed every time I look at it. And it's gotten so dusty. I'm ashamed. But I don't have the motivation to fix the mess I've made.

Need Rocket to kick my ass into gear 😅

YES IM GONNA WRITE IT

maybe it’ll help me clean my desk over break. sugarplum i need you to know that i struggle with this on my daily basis. it’s so fucking easy to be overwhelmed. these things become such big projects && you’re DEFINITELY not alone. plus it seems like when you (i) finally get the energy to do something, some minor obstacle will crop up and detail all my great plans

✩࿐࿔ take what you need is paused for this month and i have one already waiting to be drafted in early january, but I’ll plan on this for the second half of january or early february, okay? i’ll also reblog this with the link when it’s ready!!

[raccoonfallsharder]

hi! i just recently came across your rocket stories on ao3 and finished them all in 1 night.

your writing is genuinely amazing, and your portrayal of rocket is soooo good. i havent been this obsessed with a fanfic series in so long so im super happy rn :) makes me wanna watch all the gotg movies all over again :3

i actually just started reading the skottie young comics as well bc of your writing and im loving it!!

i hope you continue to write even if its not abt gotg!! 💜💜

okay first of all ~ you are very sweet and this is such an honor, seriously. thank you so much for your kind words ~ and i'm so glad you like the way i depict our guy! i thoroughly recommend a gotg rewatch (i have watched it too many times to count tbh). there are all sorts of new things to notice on a rewatch ~ but i will cut myself off before i start rambling. and i LOVE that you're reading the skottie young comics! they're so much fun and his illustration style is really beautiful, too. thank you for the good wishes for my creative well-being, too ♡ it truly means so much. ♡♡

but i do have to say... if you read all my silly rocket stories in one night, you were up WAY too late, because i have written WAY too much. didn't you read the one where rocket told you to go to frickin bed already? like.... my ao3 Works page is at a horrifying 47 count so far, and two of those fics have over 200k words. like, i'm worried about you, bby. take a nap please???

[raccoonfallsharder]

hello! sorry if i am being a bother or anything, but i just wanted to say that you are such a good writer <3 and i adore all your works :D

oh my GOD. if anyone ever gets annoyed by you telling them you appreciate their hard work or creativity (or complimenting them in general), that's a them-problem. this is honestly so sweet and i appreciate it so much, and i'm so grateful for the little buzz of endorphins i just got from this ask. thank you, nonnie. i appreciate you and i love you and i hope you are never afraid to share your genuine compliments with people. it's a mark of your kindness that you're willing to do so. ♡♡♡

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… Rocket Raccoon and I laying on a couch… he's in only his underwear, but it's all good, there's a duvet covering us and in front of us is a warm, crackling fire. I'm petting him, stroking his headfur, scratching gently behind his ears, then moving gently up and down his back, mindful of the implants there… his eyes close, and he inhales then releases a huge sigh; then he starts to purr, probably not even aware he's doing it. Just… the softness of his fur, the sound of the wood crackling in the fireplace, his purring… maybe a little ambiance leaking in from outside...

what a lovely, cozy little imagine... ♡♡♡

[raccoonfallsharder]

✩࿐࿔ clean your frickin room. [new 1/29]

✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist | masterlist | navigation

fluff | gn reader | no use of y/n | drabble | word count: 2,465. read ✩࿐࿔ clean your frickin room on ao3

clean your frickin' room, babe. not because of some silly moral argument about cleanliness or because you feel ashamed of not cleaning it, but because you'll feel better when you do. and if you're overwhelmed or don't have time, just pick one thing: one dresser-top to clear off, one basket of laundry to put away, one bag of stuff to get rid of. we don't need to do it all at once. for nonnie-love ♡

thank you for your patience, darling. i hope you don't even need this anymore, but if you do, i hope it helps, even just the slightest bit. you're not alone, either. i feel like sometimes trying to keep a space clean can snowball out of control and become so overwhelming that it's hard to look at. it's NOTHING to be embarrassed about, and you don't have to tackle it all at once.

It’s not the kick on the door that breaks your concentration, or the Captain striding into your apartment like he owns the damn place. Which, you suppose, he kind of does. The Guardians are basically everyone’s landlords, in a weird way. Still, it’s not Rocket’s sudden and characteristically-rude invasion of your apartment that startles you — it’s his words. “You need to clean your room or something.” The pearly light of Knowhere’s manufactured morning spills in through your open window, warm and pale gold: painting over the recent neglect of your tiny home in a way that almost allows you to forget the clutter underneath. You’d almost turned Groot down when he’d asked to come over, for exactly this reason: it makes you grimace every time you think of how full the corners of your apartment have become, or the snarls of debris that have taken up residency against the floorboards. Still, you hadn’t expected him to just come out and say it. You blink up at the Captain. “I — excuse me, what?” Groot yelps as the cars on the holoscreen collide, and you wince. “Sorry, Groot.” “I am Groot,” the flora colossus pouts, tossing his controller on your coffee table and collapsing dramatically on the oversized couch that somehow manages to fit both of you. Still, you have to duck to avoid getting hit with a branch-like arm. Rocket opens up your cold-box and rifles around inside till he finds one of the egg-and-orloni yaro breakfast wraps you keep stocked just for him, and he tosses it into your flash-oven and sets the dials accordingly. “I said, you gotta clean your room or somethin’.” Your brow furrows in confusion, but you offer him a lopsided, quizzical grin as the flash-over pings softly, and he pulls out the hot breakfast wrap. “Uh, okay, mom.”

read more on ao3 ✩࿐࿔ for nonnie ♡

need more reminders from rocket?

the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself (aka rocket bullies you for your own damn good).

[CURRENTLY BACKLOGGED TILL MID-MARCH] feel free to ✩ request reminders ✩ via reblogs, asks, and tumblr or ao3 comments if they would be helpful for you. it may take me a hot minute to get to them depending on life n stuff, but i will do my best. ♡

this is about as wholesome as it gets (for me) i think. can be read platonically or romantically. mcu-based anthology, meant to take place post-volume-3, but headcanon however you want ♡

✩࿐࿔ take what you need masterlist

eat somethin. (wc: 576)

go to frickin bed already. (wc: 737)

get outta bed & get your shit done.(wc: 925)

take a damn bath. (wc: 1,375)

leave your frickin skin alone. (wc: 1,579)

take a fuckin study break.(wc: 1,020)

drink some goddamn water. (wc: 1,209)

stop destroying your frickin clothes. (wc: 1,609)

just buy the damn thing already. (wc: 1,271)

it's frickin laundry day. (wc: 1,923)

get some sunshine, sunshine. (wc: 1,614)

did you take your damn meds today? (wc: 1,288)

schedule your fuckin' appointments.(wc: 1,222)

do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994)

brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774)

nobody fuckin hates you (wc: 1,231)

stop biting your goddamn nails (wc: 2,920)

take a frickin' shower (wc: 1,359 )

take care of your fuckin injury (wc: 2,102)

cook some goddamn food. (wc: 2,707)

clean your frickin room. (wc: 2,465)

if you find any of these at all helpful, they're meant for you.

teacup and teal line dividers by @/saradika-graphics | support banner by @/saradika-graphics | raccoon divider by @/thecutestgrotto. total wordcount: 31,941.

[raccoonfallsharder]

Night Shift

The lighting is low in the Milano Commons. With Quill in the pilot's seat - loaded up with a huge mug of coffee as he's on graveyard shift - and Mantis, Gamora and Nebula in bed in their bunks, it's just you three in the Commons, now. On one of the old, faded yellow couches near the holotable, Drax sprawls, feet resting on the device and quilt wrapped about his body as he reads The Lord of the Rings by J.R.R Tolkien; God knows where you managed to find that book out here in space but there it was, so you'd snapped it up for him and the warrior was enraptured.

Opposite the Destroyer, you're lying on the other couch, your head on a thick plain pillow on the arm rest. Atop your body, Rocket rests, and the two of you are utterly swaddled in blankets, the raccoon's weight comforting, pushing you down into the old, faded leather. His furred head rests atop your chest, nose buried in your neck, and as he lazily drifts in and out of sleep, your hands are all over him, you're stroking his head, scratching the bases of his baby-soft ears, and he's purring loudly, stopping only to yawn and nestle closer if that's even possible.

"He really does have quite the powerful engine," Drax rumbles softly. "We truly could use him to power the Milano." You snort at his jest, a sound soft enough not to disturb Rocket, and keep petting him, your hands gently rubbing, stroking, caressing--anything to draw out that amazing, gentle sound. Gradually, his purring and his weight pushing down on you, the feel of the blankets and leather beneath you, and the deep thrum of the Milano's engines, serves to lull you into sleep to join him.

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this made me CACKLE. compartmentalize away babe. i get it.

made this meme about a standard tumblr experience

me on my rocket side blog lurking on all things @raccoonfallsharder

[raccoonfallsharder]

apparently urgentcare says it’s not a flu but fucken pneumonia. which is like. really great.

luckily i have been cured by @lilfoxay and @welcomtothevoid. i laughed so hard at both of these (probably harder than i needed to but i am v tired) thank you thank you

goddammit i am still on the mend from the nasty cold i had earlier this month and now i seem to have a flu. what the fuck is going on, i haven’t even seen anyone in weeks

take what you need will probably be delayed until i can stay upright for more than five minutes at a time im SO SORRY

[raccoonfallsharder]

goddammit i am still on the mend from the nasty cold i had earlier this month and now i seem to have a flu. what the fuck is going on, i haven’t even seen anyone in weeks

take what you need will probably be delayed until i can stay upright for more than five minutes at a time im SO SORRY

[raccoonfallsharder]

I’ve been obsessed with the bond between those three since I saw volume 3

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i might personally end up doing a few extra in march ~ they're such cute prompts! hope you join us for some fun~

@hibatasblog had the excellent idea that we should put more rocket raccoon kisses out into the galaxy in honor of valentine's day ~ so we're doing a little self-challenge next month!

based on @kashimalin-fanfiction's fifty types of kisses ~ writing prompts, though we'd love to see some fan art too!

we have four prompts!

♡ Kissing in a stairwell, giving them an artificial height difference. (#20) ♡ Kisses exchanged while one person sits on the other’s lap. (#27) ♡ Distracting kisses from someone that are meant to stop the other person from finishing their work, and give them kisses instead. (#42) ♡ One person has to bend down in order to kiss their partner, who is standing on their tip-toes to reach their partner’s. (#48)

they'll be written in no particular order, with the only real goal being for each of us to post one on February 14 ♡ (and we may do a couple extra from @kashimalin-fanfiction's list as they strike our fancy or pull our heartstrings!)

if you'd like to join us, we'd love to see what you come up with! ♡

consider tagging #kisskissbangbang if you post on tumblr ~ and feel free to use the banner above, too, if you like ♡

kiss divider & support banner by @/saradika-graphics | glitterfall divider by @/bernardsbendystraws | star fairylights by @/thecutestgrotto

[raccoonfallsharder]

the holiday gunshow preview [coming 1/31]

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: pending.

rocket has his own holiday traditions: doin' community service and generally bein' an upstanding pillar of his favorite local community, of course. what the flark were you thinking? ❅ for nonnie ♡ ~ see below for warnings.

There’s no stagelights on — just the house lights — but he swears you soak up every bit of illumination in the bar and theatre, only to throw it back to his eyes in sequins and dazzles. You look so soft on the stage — most of your body bare, practically blurring at the edges — and you’re flarkin’ radiant.

For a moment, he thinks you might be fully nude: only spangles of light and shadow to protect your pretty, delicate nipples and soft pussy from his suddenly-gaunt and starving eyes.  He’s pulled toward you like a meteor, trying to become one with a star.  A flush heats his skin under his fur; he can feel his dick twitch and stiffen, nudging its way out of his sheath. As he gets closer, his sharp ears pick up on what others wouldn’t: your quiet, musical hum — broken breathily by the occasional four-count as you move yourself through the dance sequence. The birdwing-beats of your heart, fluttering with exertion. Your motions aren’t as graceful and practiced as any of the Velvet Jump-Point’s professional dancers, but there’s something about it that seduces him anyway: the little crease of concentration between your brows, the way you stretch your legs and arms a little further to really make sure you’re testing the fabric. Testing the fabric, because he can see now that you’re not nude at all — not that he would call himself disappointed. You’ve wrapped yourself in some sort of sheer cloth so soft and thin that even his sharp eyes can barely pick up on it. It exists the same way a wisp of vapor exists: only enough to soften the edges of your body. You must've beaded it with countless tiny iridescent crystals, too: like the glittering ice outside, each clear little gemstone catches the houselights and flares into rainbow-shadows and prisms of light. Rocket stares: lips parted, mouth suddenly dry, cock fully rigid and straining against his jumpsuit — as you slink forward with a sway woven into the shape of your body. Your back arches beautifully and you plant one bare, pretty foot atop the old Skrull plasma-mortar that sits center-stage. The angle should have given him an unobscured view of your cunt — a view he's suddenly certain is the prettiest in the whole flarkin' galaxy — but there’s only the bright, twinkling, teasing glimmer of those carefully-placed crystals. Then your foot descends on the other side, and he realizes you’re fully astride the giant cannon. Your hips roll, scattering flakes of light across the stage, and your one visible leg stretches and flexes, long and curved and biteably-lush. Before Rocket can even lick his lips — eyeing that tender hollow behind your knee like some kinda krutackin’ predator — your diamond-crusted hands gently guide his attention upward to the curved underside of your breasts, shifting as you stretch your arms overhead. Your breasts bob as you lean back and all thoughts of your legs are forgotten: obliterated by the need to give you a pretty oval bitemark, right around your areola. How soft would you feel against his tongue — how springy and sweet between his teeth?

read more: coming friday, january 31.

CONTEXT: loosely eidos-inspired, friends-to-lovers. takes place at rocket's (new) favorite stripjoint on contraxia, where reader works in a bastardized version of a set/costume designer and stage-director-type of role.

WARNINGS: mentions of sex work and exhibitionism. kinda dubcon voyerism? (reader is briefly unaware of being watched while she works on a routine). vague descriptions of erotic dance paired with gunplay. actual gunplay. little bit of angst, little bit of comfort. breathplay. whole lotta dirty talk, mild degradation (use of “slut”/“whore,” affectionate). rocket has a praise kink and calls you petnames (sugarplum, baby, sweetheart, pretty girl).

coming to ⋆⊰∙∘⋆❆borealis: year two❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆ on january 31! borealis: year one | winter headcanons | navigation | fanfiction m.list

animated firework and silver icicle dividers by @/strangergraphics | white glitter divider by @/ichigoohinatsuma | pale blue support/mdni banners by @/adornedwithlight

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~ UPDATED! ~

new & improved & finally with a release date for the holiday gun show!

january aspirations

for those anxiously waiting, cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :꧂already has more chapters drafted but will be paused until mid/late february to give me some recovery-time from this busy season of writing and life lol.

** i started out the new year really sick. like, had-to-take-a-nap-after-eating, then-slept-all-day-today sick. and since one of my resolutions is to be more flexible with myself on deadlines, i’m removing the current posting dates for the last two borealis fics. i do hope to get them both out this month, and i will update this post when i have a clearer idea of when that might happen, as well as posting a preview a few days in advance so if you’re waiting, you hopefully won’t miss it. thank you from the bottom of my heart for your patience!!

thursday, january 9. ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | cook some goddamn food | for @pretty-in-possible ✮

monday, january 13 (tentative). borealis | kiss me at midnight | mcu | oneshot. ❤︎❤︎

tuesday, january 28. ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | clean your frickin' room | for nonnie ✮

friday, january 31. borealis | the holiday gun show | mcu | oneshot. ❤︎❤︎

other things i'm working on for february and beyond...

february estimates

kiss kiss BANG BANG challenge all month long~ ✩❤︎

tuesday, february 11. ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | stop hittin' shit. | RocketRaccoonsFluffyTail on ao3 ✮

tuesday, february 20. ✩࿐࿔ take what you need | do your frickin homework! | for nonnie ✮

thursday, february 27. cicatrix | chapter twenty-seven. la gaudière. ✩

march estimates

thursday, february 6. rocket raccoon prompt week | day seven. bite. | ao3 crosspost ✮

thursday, february 13. florescence❀. chapter six year five: dispersal. ❤︎❤︎ FINALE.

thursday, march 6. defiance | oneshot | mcu ✮✩

thursday, march 13. the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip | part four. south dakota. | ao3 crosspost ✮

thursday, march 20. cicatrix. | chapter twenty-eight. | anderance. ✩

thursday, march 27.Domestic Scenes in Space Travel. Untitled. FINALE. ❤︎❤︎

april estimates

thursday, april 3.cicatrix. | chapter twenty-nine. | amoransia. ??

thursday, april 10. the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip | part five. montana. | ao3 crosspost ✮

thursday, april 17.cicatrix. | chapter thirty. | dolorblindness. ??

thursday, april 24. love is blind: andromeda. | episode one. ✩

may estimates.

thursday, may 1.cicatrix. | chapter thirty-one. | ??. ??

thursday, may 8. the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip | part six. idaho. washington. | ao3 crosspost ✮

thursday, may 15.cicatrix. | chapter thirty-two. | mauerbauertraurigkeit. ??

thursday, may 22. hot local dads in your spaceport | oneshot ??

thursday, may 29. cicatrix. | chapter thirty-three. | ??. ??

resume crosspostingto ao3

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip | part seven.you'vearrived at your destination. | ao3 crosspost

ᯓ⋆｡°✩practice: an eidos-rocket minific ✩

fistful of sunlight✩

new/ongoing projects

love is blind: andromeda. | episode two. ✩❤︎

possible spring one-shot [sex-pollen!]. could get moved to kinktober. ❤︎‬❤︎

untitled expansive maneuvers expansion. chapter one. ✩ ❤︎‬ ❤︎‬❤︎

universe killer [1/4]. ✩

other future projects

[raccoonfallsharder]

me, trying to write eidos-rocket fanfiction:

okay, so even though in the mcu a rotation is like approximately a day and a cycle is approximately a week, i’ve heard it’s reversed in the eidos game

a well-meaning, well-informed expert in the fandom:

actually, in the game, a cycle is like a day, but a rotation’s more like a year

me:

okay, i think i can work with that!

the eidos game transcript:

what the actual fuck, friends. time means nothing and words are a waste

[raccoonfallsharder]

HIII ! the nail biting girl is back lmao. I hope everything is going well for you ! :)

I'm making another request because I love your work ! Right now I am OVERWHELMED by everything that is happening to me all at once

This might be a bit vague ? Something where the reader is overwhelmed, with a lot of work and things to do and a never-ending schedule with disastrous hours of sleep, and no time for herself, to the point that she forgets things like eating.

If it's too much, it doesn't matter, you can remove things or not do it at all.

Bye <3

hello to my darling nonnie whose nail-biting habit is about to rapidly decline as she will soon discover a much more effective coping mechanism (i am speaking it into existence). I’ve missed you and i’m so sorry that you’re feeling so overwhelmed these days. life is fucken hard my friend and it sucks that there’s so much going on right now.

i think i can write a TWYN for general overwhelm, but i am a bit backlogged from my december hiatus. i think we’d be looking at end of february. is that okay?

my hope for you is that by the time i write it, you won’t need it anymore ♡

[raccoonfallsharder]

I’m so happy that you were able to draw something again 🥹 I love your art so much! The colors you use scratch my brain in just the right way, and I love how you use so many different colors to highlight and shadow skin. It makes your subjects look so soft, glowy, and ethereal. I also love the expression you gave J’me! The way you captured her is so gentle and pretty I’m obsessed 🙈 I can’t wait to see more of what you make! 🥰-🦉

this literally made me get all weepy. thank you bby bluebird. it’s nice to be able to make pretty things again. this past month (with offices being closed and then being too sick to work) makes me really appreciate just how much my day-job wore me down last semester. hell, i COOKED last night. i literally can’t tell you the last time that happened. and i’ve drawn like! three whole things! really drawn, not even just doodled. i’ve even had ideas again.

it’s nice to feel alive again, and it’s SO nice to be able to make something that scritches someone else’s brain like a happy lil cat. if i’ve given you even the tiniest bit of serotonin, that’s a big ol hit of dopamine for me. so thank you for saying such sweet things and for being so detailed in your encouragement and praise. it honestly gives me the best buzz you can possibly imagine, and I appreciate you so much. i’m hopeful i can eventually make something else that makes you happy too ♡♡

may your life be fully of all the most satisfying brain-scratches, and all the loveliest art you can imagine ♡

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when your iphone tries to sort your too-many screenshots of a snarling rocket as photos of a wolverine

no silly robot overlord, that’s a sentient space-raccoon can’t you tell