#gamora and rocket friendship

[sunllghtt]

He'll only stop throwing explosives at the wall when Quill does this

(Original pic below)

[rakruined]

This post by @ashmeowi has me thinking of an entire GOTG!MLP AU so here we go

Star Lord: A pegasus. Keeps his hero codename because it already fits the format of most pony names. Was secretly an alicorn like his father, Heavenly Body, though he lost his horn after stopping his evil plans. His mother, River Lily, was an earth pony. His cutie mark is a ravager emblem, symbolizing his talent for thievery, but also leadership.

Forever Sky: A pegasus. Was part of Naturally Selective's experiments to create ponies with specific talents for his perfect society, and was his only success. Because of the experiments, he has raccoon-like features, marking him as not a "true" pegasi. His cutie mark is a rocket, symbolizing his talent for building machines that fly.

Groot: An earth pony. He would have a new name if not for the fact he can only say "I" and "am" and "Groot", exclusively in that order. Despite this, he has a real knack for growing things and nurturing life, hence his cutie mark being a pair of entwined branches shaped like an X.

Deft Dagger: A zebra. While she was Titan Terror's topmost assassin, she has defected to join the GOTG. Her cutie mark is a double-bladed dagger she received once from her adoptive father, and she keeps it covered most of the time due to her hatred for him turning her into a killer.

Brass Bruiser: An earth pony. He has sworn vengeance upon Titan Terror and initially tried to kill Deft Dagger before joining the team. He's known as "Sax the Destroyer" due to his cutie mark being a saxophone, the instrument he loved to play for his family before they were taken from him.

Whistling Blowhard: A unicorn. As a child, his horn was removed by the Kree before he escaped and joined the Ravagers, who gave him an artificial horn that allowed him to control his yaka arrow. He also aided Heavenly Body in abducting his children before taking Star Lord in. His cutie mark is an arrow piercing a heart, hinting at his soft interior.

Verdant Verity: A unicorn. She was another of Heavenly Body's children and was forced to help him bring in more before meeting Star Lord. Her magic allows her to sense and alter the emotions of others, hence her cutie mark being a heart formed by two hooves.

Blue Feelings: An earth pony. Another of Titan Terror's "children", she was forcibly given cybernetic parts but could never match Deft Dagger in combat. Her cutie mark didn't manifest during her childhood, but as an adult, she gained one depicting a hearth after making Knowhere a home for herself, her family, and for children like she once was.

Astro: A baby dragon. She lived on Knowhere before the GOTG bought it and takes care of their base while they're on missions. She also possesses the ability to send and receive messages for the team.

Gilded Redemption: An alicorn. While not adept at using his artificial powers, he is supposedly a cosmic savior with incredible physical and magical potential. Though initially made to retrieve Forever Sky by Naturally Selective, he eventually chose to help the GOTG and save Star Lord. His cutie mark is a lightning bolt, due to the nature of his quantum magic...

[ask-rocket]

Has Quill tried to make you and the guardians play and human games? Like monopoly or jenga for example.

Ugh, Terrans. They always think anything that comes from their mudball of a planet is the greatest thing to exist.

So yeah, to answer your question, Quill has made us play some of his stupid games, and then gets mad when I'm better at them than he is. That guy is one sore loser.

Monopoly was the first thing he made us play. It took us a little bit to understand the concept but once we'd picked it up it was pretty simple. Well, except for Drax. I don't think he understood anything, and neither did Groot because he was a baby so I let him team up with me.

Here's the gist of how it all went down:

>First, everyone argued over which token they wanted to play, so we had to resolve that by rolling dice.

>Groot kept putting all the pieces in his mouth.

>Drax took everything literally (as usual) and got upset whenever he was sent to jail or asked to pay up.

>Gamora started off trying to play it strategically but kept picking up chance and community chest cards that weren't in her favour which ruined her plans and really ticked her off.

>Me, Gamora and Quill ended up in a non-spoken competition to see who could buy up the most properties and stop each other from getting full colour sets.

>Quill got all huffy when anyone took the properties he wanted and kept accusing me of cheating because I was rolling so well.

>Gamora walked off while me, Quill and Drax were arguing and took Groot with her.

>Drax went bankrupt and accused me and Quill of conspiring against him, flipped the table claiming he would "no longer play this treacherous game with such dishonorable company," and stormed off.

>Me and Quill started blaming each other but then ended up laughing about it all.

I think Quill was pretty bumbed we never got to finish the game but hasn't been brave enough to suggest playing again knowing how poorly last time went.

[crazylavenders]

Mantis

[satanzayoru25341]

Have a Background of This Because Why Not

Here are the backgrounds I used for edits:

And here are the prompts with the backgrounds:

I hope someone can use this, but if not, then they'll create their own background.

[connecting-the-stars]

Head cannon that is totally cannon:

Rocket, Nebula, and Gamora would all have identify issues and degrees of body dysmorphia.

All of them being modified and cyberneticaly engineered by their abusers.

They would understand each other in ways the other guardians would not.

[dogwithglasses]

I want Al Ewing to write a nova book so bad

[happylittleshrub]

Rambling About Videogame Rocket Part 4

It's been too long since I've posted one of these! I've been busy with life and also distracted by Marvel Rivals oops 😅

So some things I learned about Rocket:

He's been irradiated (according to him it feels tingly)

He can sense vibrations with his whiskers

He spells dead 'D-E-D'

He pronounces advocating as 'adrotating'

He hacks a drone and he gives it a name. Gubbins. Ngl it made me think of the Pokemon Grubbin lol. I headcanon that Rocket names his inventions so I loved how he gave the drone a name here! It's so cute!! He wants it to be the sixth guardian 🥺 But of course since it's something Rocket has an emotional attachment to it dies immediately. Ded.

This exchange:

Gamora: Your drone led us to a dead end!

Rocket: It wasn't a dead end for him!

Gamora: Actually...

Rocket: [small wounded gasp]

Rocket was so upset watching all the brainwashing the cultists were doing, I felt so bad for him, he was really uncomfortable, my poor boy 😢 He says it reminds him how the scientists would tell the experiments they were "the chosen ones" even as they were hurting them and that he and Lylla were the only ones to see through it 😭

One of my favorite scenes is where Rocket's working at a panel and Quill asks how he can help and Rocket makes him go stand in the corner 🤣🤣🤣

Also the panel blows up and then one of Rocket's whiskers is on fire and Groot snuffs it out for him and Rocket gives a muttered little "Thanks, buddy." HE'S SO STINKIN' CUTE!!! He just endears himself to me more and more with each playthrough.

He's hacking another panel when we get attacked by the cultists and he says "You better not let them shoot me in the ass!" Which sent me into a fit of laughter which was not at all conducive to battle. Don't make me laugh in the middle of a fight, Rocket 😂 I still giggle about it now

This line: "Groot can die but I won't let him. I'll replant him a million times if I have too" ❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️ MY HEART!!! Their friendship is still one of my favorite parts of this game they're just SO precious!! 🥹 Rocket also says that Groot is his family, I can't, they're just the sweetest 😭❤️

Also I'm adding Tella to my hit list next to The High Evolutionary and Rak-Mar. Rocket's story with her was so sad, "She made me feel special [...] Then she left me behind like trash." Like how dare she hurt him! 😭 He said it wasn't long after his laboratory escape either he was vulnerable!! And he thought she liked him and he wanted to impress her and she just used him. So yeah, screw Tella. All my homies hate Tella.

I loved how Rocket talked about technology making sense to him and how he tinkers with things to manage his stress. These little looks into his character and psyche are just the best. Also his bit before the backstory lore where he tricks Quill into thinking the device he picked up is a bomb. Classic Rocket.

Also got some more Rocket techno-babble in these chapters! I love it so much when he techno-babbles. I haven't the slightest idea what he's saying I just love when he says it.

Non-Rocket Notes:

I GOT TO DO A SPACESHIP BATTLE AND IT WAS AWESOME!!!

Gamora's story about the doll she had as a child was heartbreaking 😢 Her voice actress does such a good job conveying the emotion in the scene. Thanos frickin' sucks. I'm glad Drax killed him. Also it seems that Nebula is ded in this story which is a shame because I was curious as to what her character would be like here. Oh well. 😔RIP Nebula say hi to Lylla for me.

And now the Rocket Gallery:

I'm not sure how I got this dramatic shadow but it looks awesome

Rocket working and wearing his goggles 🧡

[hellmouthcity]

QUICK FIX - Nebula x Reader

details: fluff oneshot , fem/nby reader. this is somewhat of an AU where nebula sticks around after yondu’s death for a bit

summary: you’re an electrical engineer temporarily hired by the guardians for ship repairs and general weapon tinkering. nebula’s cybernetic arm has been acting up a little lately, so it’s a good thing you’re around to help! if she’ll let you.

You never thought being on a spaceship for not even a month would drive you this insane.

A few weeks back, you got a request to stay on a ship for a little while to be around for emergency repairs, since this band of weirdos seemed to always be having emergencies. When you saw it was the Peter Quill who wanted to hire you, you immediately accepted. Who hasn’t heard of them! It isn’t every day you get to hang out with the Guardians of the freakin’ Galaxy, even if you were just the repair guy.

Unfortunately, the crew here was just as unstable as their ship. It was a wonder how they didn’t blow the whole thing up from impromptu ‘weapon tests’, which consisted of the guardians firing blasters at each other in some twisted game of tag. They were a little rowdy for your taste, but you all got on well enough.

Peter, despite his douchery, was actually a pretty normal guy. He even liked to joke and have fun like your friends back home. He cared a lot about his ship, which you found a little respect in. He’d instruct you on the problems, and you’d find a solution. That always earned you a high-five or a pat on the back. The others seemed to tolerate him, especially Gamora. Your interactions were short and sweet, but she was kind. You noticed her get a little looser whenever Quill was around. It was gross in a sweet way.

On the other hand, Gamora’s sister was as far as you could get from social. She hasn’t said a word to you the entire time you were here. Sometimes you forgot she was even part of the team. On the rare occasions she’d leave her room, she was never around for long. You’d look at her as she passed by sometimes, wondering what she was like under her intimidating black eyes and cold shell.

You didn’t think about that for too long. You could tell her friendship had to be earned, like a wild animal that you had to let come to you. She seemed to be having a few problems lately. Technical difficulties. You heard from Rocket that her cybernetic arm [which you still think is insanely cool] has some problems shifting to weaponry mode. You wondered if she’d approach you about that.

Right now, you were fixing an airlock malfunction at the main port. It was having a problem with sealing properly after it closed. Yet another emergency. With oxygen escaping, and all that. At this point, you were used to all the high-pressure and near life-threatening circumstances. You just worked with your space visor on, which was coming in more and more handy these days. Everyone was in their respective rooms. You were alone out here at last!

There was one little problem though - your blowtorch was fresh out of juice. If only there were someone on this ship with a blowtorch arm modification! And if only it WORKED!!!

You exhaled through your nose at the thought of Nebula suddenly turning up to offer her help. It was the most unlikely thing in the galaxy, probably. No way that would happen. Just as you stood to go inform Quill about you issue, you nearly bumped directly into the girl you least expected to see.

“Ah- geez! You snuck up on me!!” You exclaim, surprised that she seemed to have indirectly read your thoughts. Nebula just looked at you, black eyes seeming to pierce right through you. You shivered. Looks like you had to do the talking. “Um. I’m trying to fix the air lock, but my blowtorch just ran out,” you explained, pulling the trigger to demonstrate. No flame came out. “...and last I checked, there’s no fuel for this on the ship. So, I kind of hit a dead end.”

Still, Nebula said nothing. For a moment, you wondered if she was even capable of speech. Then you heard a weird kind of… grinding sound. Both of your attentions drifted down to Nebula’s arm as it sparked and jittered in an odd way. She grunted, smacking it with her other hand. It sparked even harder, and eventually stopped moving altogether. She couldn’t even move her fingers. She let out a noise of rage, shaking the immobile part. You couldn’t hold in a little giggle. Her head snapped up to face you, and you instantly went silent.

“Is this funny to you?” Nebula demanded, voice deep and serious. You hadn’t heard her voice before. It was powerful and threatening. She meant business, and it felt like you wore pyjamas to the interview. You took a step backwards, a little worried for your own safety. She may not have a functional arm blaster, but she could still knock your lights out.

“No, no, sorry. Very serious.” You said quickly, avoiding her glare. She let out a short sigh, now more closely examining her malfunctioned part. You looked, too. If only she’d let you get in there, you could fix it… “You know, I could try and help you out with that.” You offered nervously, hoping she wouldn’t just turn around storm off.

“What makes you think I need your help?” The luphomoid snapped, jerking her head at you. You dropped your gaze a little. You kind of expected this reaction.

“Well, it’s just… it could be a little hard to repair one-handed, if you planned on doing it yourself.” You tried to reason. She looked at you, eyes narrowed like this was a trick.

“I’m perfectly capable of doing this on my own.” She told you firmly. You nodded, stepping back a little further in surrender.

“Right, understood. Just keep in mind I’m here if you ever need help.” You hoped she’d change her mind, but she wasn’t there with you yet. She just strode past you in the direction of her room, on her way to independently repair her own arm like the badass she is. You smiled to yourself, finding this cyborg a little silly. You crouched back down and decided to take a break. You’d continue in a little. And who knows? Maybe Nebula would change her mind.

Not even 15 minutes later, you heard footsteps heading in your direction. You looked up from the wrench you were adjusting to see Nebula had, as predicted, made a return. It seems she had no such luck in making the repair on her own. She was purposely avoiding looking at you, [working] fist clenched. She was embarrassed!! You decided to pretend like you weren’t expecting it.

“Oh? Back so soon? I would’ve thought you were going to fix your arm yourself!” You teased from where you sat, a little smug. “After all, you’re perfectly capable of doing it yourself.”

“Quiet!” She shouted, making you flinch. Okay, so Nebula’s not a fan of playful sarcasm. Noted. “You offered a service free of charge to me. I would be a fool to decline it.” You looked up at her, nodding in agreement.

“Yeah, that’s true. Glad you came to your senses.” Carefully, like you were trying not to spook a feral creature, you stood. “I knew you couldn’t resist me.” You joked, and Nebula scoffed. She tried to roll her eyes, though it wasn’t exactly noticeable.

“Just do your job.” She spoke bluntly. You offered a smile and started to reach for her arm so you could examine it. She instantly jerked back and you retracted your hand.

“Well, I kind of can’t if you won’t let me see what’s up.” You tried to explain. Nebula’s eyes darted between your eyes and your hand, and she relaxed her shoulders just a little, almost an apologetic look drifting over her face before it was replaced with her signature cold neutrality. Slowly, she approached you and raised her arm, almost defensively. You cautiously reached out and started feeling for some sort of seam where a section could be unscrewed, but this was an odd piece of machinery. It was segmented in a lot of different ways in a lot of different places, so you weren’t really sure how to get a peek inside.

Nebula seemed to notice your confusion, so she sighed and rotated her arm so that her palm was facing upwards. On the underside, you saw a larger rectangle that stood out a bit from the rest of the metal. You quickly bent to collect a tool from your set, then stood to pry the covering off. And wow, was it even more complicated on the inside. You were used to things like this, though. Artificial automation is your jam. It didn’t take long to find the issue.

“Found your problem! Your hydraulic springs have popped out a little. I’m guessing these are what enable your arm to transition so smoothly to different physical states. If these springs undergo a lot of winding up then unwinding in a rapid manner, they can accidentally pop loose and you have to reset them.” You explained, motioning to the issue as you described it. Nebula watched intently as you spoke. “And as for the lack of movement, one of your circuits got tripped. Too much power started flowing through it, I’m guessing when you tried to force your arm to shift. Maybe don’t do that again, for future reference.”

“I see. Can you fix it?” She demanded rather than asked. You went down again to get another tool, returning with a thumbs up upon standing upright again.

“I sure can. This won’t take long,” you went quiet as you went into focus mode, recoiling the spring and even tightening a few loose bolts in other areas. You flipped a breaker off and back on again, and her arm jolted back to life. After applying a little mechanical lubricant, you closed her arm back up. “All clear!”

You confirmed you were done with a little finger-gun motion. Nebula looked at you, then flexed her fingers, which all responded accordingly. Her eyes snapped back up at you in disbelief, and you grinned.

“What did I tell you? I’m good at what I do.” You decided to toot your own horn just a little. But now it was time for the real test. Could her arm shift successfully? The panels and segments started to shift around and change, rounding where her hand was into a little cylinder-like structure. She twitched, and a small, blue flame sprouted from the tip. You looked up at her with wide eyes.

“You were trying to help me this whole time..?” You asked, stunned. She looked away from you, like she was checking if anyone else was near. The coast was clear.

“Guess we’re even.” Nebula said in a different tone that her previous harsh words. Your face crackled into a smile.

“Aw, thanks Neb-”

“If you let anyone one know I won’t hesitate to throw you into space myself. Understood?” She glared directly into your soul, making sure you knew she was serious. But you didn’t feel so threatened anymore. You kept smiling.

“Understood.”

[starmunchandthefunkybunch]

Things that I noticed in the first vol.: (Mainly Roquill)

in the beginning of Vol 1, in the Kyln, whenever Peter's getting shocked the shit outta him, Rocket looks on with sympathy, and interest. Genuine concern. (Gamora looks amused and interested I fucking love her my God, lmao.) He looks to be staring at Peter on the floor in understanding sadness, and also slight confusion. (He doesn't know why this song means so much to Peter.)

when Rocket gets sprayed down and he walks into that room where Peter was, and Peter gives him his concerned expression. His pure empathy. His understanding and feeling for Rocket is so sweet.

Whenever Rocket hears Quill simply move and is already up to get him. Chasing after him with concern and care, touching his leg and, basically, asking him to stop. THE CONCERN IN HIS VOICE. Makes my heart melt. The lilt of a question on his voice, like, 'what are we planning to do here? What're you planning to do here that I'm sticking around for because I care about you.'

I just realized that Peter and Rocket had an almost instaneous bond.

The subsequent 'oh crap' Rocket says after is SUCH a 'look at what my idiot boyfriend is up to again.' seconds after meeting him, lmfaoo.

Rocket holding a hand over his eyes, but not leaving. Showing his concern but also, like, God, what has my boyfriend gotten us into? MOMENTS after meeting him. Reminds me of when a spouse is watching their spouse do some dumb shit they can't stop but they also can't leave because they're concerned.

Whenever Peter convinces Drax to drop Gamora, Rocket looks proud and...slightly shocked. His expression is like, 'damn! He did that?! Awesome!'

PETER CALLING ROCKET MY FRIEND AND SMILING AT HIM SO FONDLY MY GOD. Peter looks at Rocket so proud, like a spouse when their partner accomplishes something, when they're in the hall discussing units and the escape plan.

The mirroring in this scene. The way that both their arms are in front of their bodies, their eyes meeting each other, feet turned toward one another. Rocket being cocky and confident and Peter just smiling at him. Their matching expressions and actions when Gamora reveals the units for the ball (infinity stone but they didn't know). They're just...so cute.

Rocket still placed in between Peter and Gamora.

Peter from day one has just been going along with what makes Rocket happy while motivating him to be better, while Rocket has been doing the same thing. They're just so cute and good to one another.

Anyways.

When Rocket says that he needs the guys leg, and really, throughout the whole explanation, Peter looks amazed and shocked and slightly confused, but still goes along with it. Such couple vibes already.

Whenever they're sitting at the table, Rocket leans more towards Peter and looks more into Peter's eyes, while Peter leans closer to Rocket, which shows how they want to be closer to each other.

Rocket shouts at Peter to figure out how to get the battery and Peter looks away like a scolded husband. I can imagine in his head, he's thinking like, 'that did not hurt, nope. Nope it did not.'

Throughout most of the conversation Rocket is leaning towards Peter, he even moves his tray out of the way, to lean in closer to Peter.

Throughout most of the conversation, they look at each other.

I FUCKIN LOVE GAMORA OH MY . The way she jumps and then kicks that guy in the face to then land on top of him??? How swiftly she took down all those guys???? Are you kidding me????

How quickly Drax protected Rocket from getting harmed, showing how he valued his life, already , to get him out of there, and tossed Rocket the gun.

Drax really has been everyone's best friend, huh?

How Rocket HUMS when he gets the device ready for them to be able to break out.

(another reason why they have the best dynamic, both music lovers from the start)

Gamoras and Rockets friendship is severely underrated and for what? For what? She helped him up from Groot, she's thoroughly impressed whenever he turns off the artificial gravity. Are you kidding? Friend goals. Love them.

Rocket's knee up on the dash so he can reach the controls? Are you kidding? Too cute. I love him. Star-Lord, species fucker extraordinaire, definitely would've thought the escape plan was hot, just saying. He would've thought the knee was cute.

The dialogue between them like they've known each other for ever. 'they crumpled my clothes up into a ball. That's rude! They folded yours!' too cute. Most of their dialogue, it feels like they've known each other for years. Instant connection loves. The whole bomb discussion.

'whats a box gonna do?' Peter sounding exasperated but fond, entertained and amused. Rocket being genuinely hurt by the 'shut up.'

My God, Rocket pointing his gun absent mindedly at the girl when she enters to beckon them to the Collector. Funny as hell. Peter seeing exactly what it takes to calm Rocket down.

Cosmo! Rocket growling at Cosmo!

Peter quickly shaking his head no whenever The Collector asks if Rocket is Groot's pet. I love how mindful he is of Rocket.

I FUCKING love how Peter's still somewhat sides with Rockets way of thinking. Not all the way, he still challenges his way of thinking, but he agrees still. Like with the handing off the ball infinity stone thing, he's like...let's just hand it off to someone who won't arrest us for money. Him and Rocket are just... Perfect for one another.

They also mirror each other through that entire interaction.

PETER QUILL IS SMART, STOP SAYING HES STUPID. He's the one who informed Rocket to use the pods as weapons. He's the one who highjacked an enemy aircraft to shoot Necroblasts. He's the one who got Yondu to help him save Gamora.

Also, Rocket begging Peter to stay in his pod, come back with him, not to die. The concern in his voice, my God. Pleading with Quill, 'You'll die in seconds!' his heartbroken expression! Lost and helpless.

He definitely had a crush on Quill. He definitely felt something for Quill.

Groot knew Rocket wouldn't feel good about abandoning them, 'I know they're the only friends we've ever had!', so he had to say something. But the way Rocket acquiesced so quickly, tells me he was already leaning that way, just needed some encouragement.

Our companions Rocket is so soft.

Another spousal moment, instant connection, been around each other for years: 'Rocket, for god's sakes, we figured it out, we're fine.' 'Oh hey, Quill' literally gonna kill people, an entire ship full of people, for Quill and could only be dissuaded by Peter's own voice. Rocket is soft.

Bickering married couple from Vol 1. Jesus . The entire conversation from 'Oh, hey Quill' to the 12 percent plan. They bicker like old married couple. Bicker flirting! 'You're just copying when I said I had a plan.' Rocket's flirting hardcore.

Whenever Rocket takes a stand, Peter, again, looks like a proud boyfriend. Fond, and so admiring.

I love that their dynamic is: mischievous boyfriend who does mischievous things and the one who has to (willingly) deal with it. It changes. Sometimes Rocket's mischievous, sometimes Peter, sometimes both.

I love the Starmora moments too, like how in the beginning when they're all at the table in the Kyln, Peter looks at her nervously for a moment. Cute.

Rocket's victorious face whenever he crashes the aircraft into Ronan.

Peter's concerned face when he instantly goes to check on Rocket! When he checks out his entire body for wounds while he's holding unconscious Rocket in his arms. Rocket nuzzling into Peter's chest! Peter looking into Rocket's face with consideration and worry.

Groot really saw these people treating Rocket, and him, but especially Rocket, with care and consideration, and noticed that his friend now had a huge crush, and was like...yep, now we are Groot. I'm keeping your crush and found family alive, buddy.

Peter's always smiling so softly at Rocket, especially when Rocket's teasing. Whenever the Nova Corps, Denarian Day, is escorting them, he starts saying what they can't do. Peter looks at Rocket the entire time. He smiles fondly when Rocket says the stealing line.

It seems like Peter checks Rocket out as he walks away too.

I also love how it's implied that Drax and Rocket went searching for a pot for Groot and that's why they were late to the meeting. I love their best friendship.

Anyways, huge post, things that I noticed in vol 1. Lemme know if you'd like me to do vol 2 and the other movies. If you have any thoughts or questions, feel free to state them in the notes!

[sunllghtt]

Yk what in case you're wandering or didn't see it here's that deleted scene I was talking about

[bigbysgentlehand]

pawing at ur inbox can i hear abt how hatman would get along with other characters like how does he get along with the rest of the guardians .. or any other characters in game he gets along with (or maybe doesnt)

CHEWING ON THIS BECAUSE IVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT IT A LOT

his second best relationship is with drax mostly because hatman knows that drax has a very heavy subconscious and because of this spends a lot of time teetering him away from nightmares. the two have a close friendship that hits tension when its revealed that hatman are hypervius are one in the same, making him at least partly responsible for the way drax's life unfolded, but it isnt something he can really hold against hypervius because he knows that the world is written around the decisions its people would make; hypervius controls what is seen and explored, but not the way people are at their core.

his bond with rocket is a strange one, because while rocket finds his eldritch nonsense (not to be confused with another friend's literal eldritch nonsense) to be a bit annoying, he also finds hatman's metaphysical insights interesting. this gets explored a bit less in the actual earth-null timeline and more in the theseus au, though, where hatman/hypervius is more unified and goes by cain; in it, their dynamic leans more into rockets fascination with cains metaphysical experience in contrast to cains fascination with rockets mechanical experience.

groot is groot, but in all seriousness, i based some of groot's interactions with hatman around how groot is shown to interact with the plants on klyntar in his lore blurb from rivals. hatman takes a more arboreal form in the dream dimension when interacting with groot to better understand him, and the two tend to have long philosophical discussions about the way their world tends to be.

his relationship with gamora is a bit complicated. gamora is the most openly skeptical of hatman, she thinks of him as an eldritch interloper- which like, is true, but it isnt in as hostile a way as she thinks. they eventually find themselves on equal footing when hypervius' reveal happens, and while gamora is outraged that hes been playing mortal and dabbling in dreams while literally shaping their timeline around them, she also cant help but find it ... sad? weak? strange? she sees something in the way hatman intentionally makes himself small despite being such an outlier, and it leads to her developing a newfound respect for him and an understanding of why he is the way he is.

heres a spitfire of a few others

the moon knight system has had a few run ins with hatman. while hatman is on shockingly good terms with both jake and steven, marc owes him money.

khonshu, on the other hand, is into him. hatman has not expressed any reciprocation and deflects all mentions of khonshus alleged attraction.

peter parker has a weird awkward crush on hatman after having a weird dream about him when having taken benadryl with his medication. hatman is convinced this will pass, but it hasnt so far.

hatman and loki are unbearable when theyre together. hela and thor generally like hatman, but not when hes with loki.

what hatman and bucky have cannot be described with mere words but can likely be found as an approximation in the dsm-5

[raccoonfallsharder]

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. part four. south dakota.

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angst, comfort, friendship, & fluff for @hibatasblog rocket & wanda | part 4/7 | word count: 1864.

rocket and wanda get in a fight.

During a watch party for Avengers: Endgame on Twitter, Markus revealed the idea to team Wanda with the Guardian of the Galaxy captain actually made it into several versions of the film's script. "We had whole drafts with Wanda on a road trip with Rocket," Markus wrote, "but after the Vision plot in Infinity War, nothing we came up with was anything but wheel spinning for her character." CBR

They don’t stop until Rapid City. Wanda looks like she might actually be ready for a nap — her firestorm-eyes somehow blunted by exhaustion — and Rocket himself could go for a few drinks, which is apparently not a thing you’re allowed to do if you’re in a moving vehicle in this corner of Terra. 

Stupid, he’d scoffed at the witch. M’not even the one working the frickin’ pod.

Car, she’d corrected mildly, and she still hadn’t let him have a drink. He’d thought about swiping some booze at one of the so-called rest-stops, but then he’d felt all twisted-up inside about sneaking a drink when it was clearly something she didn’t want him to do. In some ways, she reminds him of Gamora — too serious, carrying way too much for her skinny baldbody shoulders — and the thought of fucking around with her rules when she’s got so few of ‘em just makes him feel small and low.

Sometimes he misses the days when screwing with someone brought him twisted shreds of meanspirited joy. 

Time to be the captain, he thinks bitterly.

By the time they find a hotel with a vacancy that doesn’t look like a shithole — not that he minds shitholes, of course, they kinda feel like home to him; but Wanda’s muttering something about bedbugs and reminding him that Natasha’s paying  — well, by then, he’s a little worried he’s not gonna get a drink after all. There doesn’t seem to be a bar within reasonable walking distance — not that he can see. But when they check in, he can see from the corner of his eye that there’s a bar attached right to the frickin’ lobby, and he thinks maybe Terra doesn’t completely suck after all.

The witch is so exhausted that it actually doesn’t take long for her to drift off this time — at least, not by his standards. He can hear her heartbeat suddenly thumping her awake every few minutes for the first half-hour or so — but eventually, her stifled breaths of wakefulness spread out and smooth over. 

It’s not that he’s trying to sneak out. He hasn’t done that since — well, since Pete was around, and that was mostly just to fuck with an easily-annoyed Star-Lord. Really — and Rocket would never admit it if asked — he’s pretty sure that, like himself, the witch finds it easier to sleep when she’s not alone. 

So he putters around, quietly working on a series of tiny linked infrasonic mines made from some scraps he’d squirreled out of Nat’s sound system and a pocketful of things called earbuds he’d swiped at one of the fancier rest-stops. Once he’s sure Wanda’s asleep, he scrawls a note for her — hoping he’s remembering the written Terran language Pete had insisted on trying to teach the Guardians before everything went to hell. Rocket had picked up a fair amount of it, even if he’d pretended disinterest. 

He wishes he hadn’t been such a frickin’ dickhead about it.

witch -  goin to lobby bar. see you in mornin. r

He snags one of the access cards out of the flimsy paper envelope that the front desk had issued them, and carefully eases the door shut behind him. Currently, the plan is to let the poor witch sleep, and to get so wasted while she does it. He’s been sober for cycles now, and he frickin’ deserves it.

Down the hall he goes, whistling a jaunty tune, tail swinging casually behind him. On the way past the ice machine, the door of another room opens. Some baldbody woman looks out, then drops her eyes to his. She blinks, goes white, and closes the door right back up again. He shrugs — weird — and hops in the elevator. He ain’t a fan of the little crack between the floor of the hotel and the little metal box, dropping down countless stories to the basement below. Don’t Terrans know how to make any safe tech? He tries not to think about being in a deathtrap while he hits the button labeled G, which Wanda had explained was for ground floor. 

On four, the elevator pauses and a man nearly steps in before noticing Rocket. The interim captain of the Guardians of the Galaxy offers a friendly, nonthreatening mock salute. 

“Hey, guy.”

The man goes white, and steps back out of the elevator, suddenly gripping his messenger bag in front of his belly. Rocket frowns as the doors slide shut.

Terrans are so frickin’ weird, he thinks again.

The elevator dings and the doors slide open, and Rocket grins at the sight of the bar, with all its glass bottles reflecting molasses-brown shadows and amber light.

“Hello, gorgeous,” he murmurs, and strolls across the tiled floor and through the little entryway. The bar is nearly empty — perfect for penance-drinking. He leaps delicately onto a stool at the bar. “I’ll take the hardest thing you’ve got,” he tells the bartender — a slender humie with thick, darksilver hair. The man blinks at him, eyes growing wide and face turning to ash. “The whole bottle,” the captain clarifies, suddenly recalling that Terran humies tend to distill some of the weakest liquors in the galaxy.

“I — I don’t think I can do that,” the Terran says thinly. His eyes flicker over Rocket, ears to tailtip.

Rocket’s brow pleats. “Huh? Why not?”

“Uh,” the bartender says, eyes siding nervously to one side, “we don’t serve… pets at the bar…”

It takes a minute for Rocket to be sure he’s understood correctly. His lip peels back from his teeth and he catches himself at the start of a seething hiss when the man shrinks back.  

Terrans are just morons, Rocket reminds himself. You’re s’posed to be the captain now. Of the Guardians of the frickin’ Galaxy. A good guy. 

Hang onto your frickin’ temper.

“Dude,” he manages to grind out between sharp teeth. “I ain’t a frickin’ pet.” 

“Wild animal, then,” the bartender mumbles, eyes nearly as big as Mantis’ had been, but much less kind. It sends a spear of leaden regret right through the fucked-up, half-shredded muscle of Rocket’s heart. 

That chick with the antennae, he’d called her. Why’s he always gotta be such a dickhead?

For once, he tries not to turn that pain outward, even though it’s always so much easier. Still, he can’t help but feel his fists curl and his ears flick back, flattening against his skull. “How many wild animals do you know that talk?” he asks the humie behind the bar, trying to be reasonable. “I’m a frickin’ Guardian of the Galaxy. An honorary Avenger or whatever. I fought Thanos for you assholes.”

I lost my whole family for you.

The bartender begins backing away, palms raised in surrender. “Look, I don’t know anything about you being an Avenger, but if you’re not a service animal, I don’t think you can even be in the bar—“

Rocket feels his eyes go round and his spit go sour. The fur on his back and neck and arms splays wide, and his tail puffs to twice its normal size. “A. What?”

The bartender looks like he’s going to cry. “I don’t know, man! For all I know, you could be rabid—“

“I ain’t rabid,” Rocket snarls, rising to his feet on his barstool. “I get my frickin’ shots—“

“—and we don’t serve raccoons!”

His jaw clicks shut. The sharp electric-shock of the word burns every nerve and short-circuits his brain, and all he can think is how much he’d give up for Pete to call him that shit-name again.

“What’d you call me?” 

He launches himself over the bar and lands on the mirrored shelf behind it, spraying bottles across the narrow space while the Terran shrieks and cowers. Glass and booze explode against the tile while Rocket spins and hooks his hands into claws, ready to rend. 

“I’m gonna frickin’—“

He’s springing through the amber and blue shadows when strands of light, as glowing-crimson as his own warning-beacon eyes, loop around his waist and tug him back, suspending him in midair. He tears at the gossamer-fine threads, but they slip through his fingers like mist.

“Rocket.”

He bares his teeth and glares upward. 

The witch. 

She strides across the lobby, smudged and tired, her red-star eyes spiraling and spilling molten fire. Her hair’s all tangled from whatever brief sleep she’d gotten, and her face looks white and pinched and pained. She must’ve woken, some part of him notices — smothered under the heat of his fury, his lashing tail and kicking legs. She must’ve woken, and noticed he was gone, and seen his note.

She looks concerned.

The front desk staff flinches away from where they’d been watching the scene unfold in the bar.

“Rocket,” she says gently. “Stop.”

“I will, sweetheart,” Rocket promises earnestly, still twisting and tearing at her threads of power. “Swear I will. Just lemme take care of this one jackass first—“

“No,” she says, stepping up next to wear he’s suspended, her face just a few inches from his. Her magic pulls him gently over the bar, closer to herself. “He’s not worth it.” She looks around the lobby, and some distant part of Rocket wonders how such a volcanic stare can suddenly look so utterly cold and remote. Is his own eyeshine is picking up the reflection of her light and throwing it back at her? He can picture it: four firestorm-eyes lighting up the entire hotel lobby. 

“Nothing in this place is,” she adds icily, and the ends of her hair begin to flicker and float in a wind he can’t feel.  His instincts suddenly shudder and go still: the freeze element of a classic flight-or-fight reaction. Something deep under his fur acknowledges the pure threat of her. The witch’s voice is dark, and crackling with raw red lightning. Something at the base of his spine recognizes it as the most dangerous sound he’s ever heard, and his ears flatten in alarm, puffed tail suddenly tucking in against his inner calf.  The silk strands of magic lower Rocket gently until his feet rest on the surface of the bar, but they don’t release him — not yet. Never mind that he’s not fighting anymore.

“You are a fool,” she tells the bartender, turning her molten eyes toward the baldbody still cowering behind the bar. She lifts a hand to point at Rocket. “This person is more than just an Avenger. He has saved the entire galaxy — a number of times. In all likelihood, he has saved you. Personally.” Her eyes skim the weeping bartender disdainfully, then flick dismissively over the front desk staff and the two other patrons Rocket hadn’t even noticed, hiding near a potted tree that reminds him too much of a young Groot. 

“He’s no animal,” she tells them in that terrifying, midnight-voice. Honestly, Rocket wouldn’t blame any of them if they’d wet themselves. His own bladder suddenly wants to let go and it’s only his superior frickin’ aversion to embarrassment that keeps his body under control. 

“He deserves your deepest respect, and your deepest gratitude,” she tells them. Her eyes, still haloed in red radiance, hold onto the bartender.

“Now pour him a drink.”

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[itsscromp]

Team initiation

Hey again everyone, Like I said in the previous post. This story will indicate a soft reboot of the first rocket story I have done. I really want to focus on the bond between the reader and Rocket. so without further ado, let's dive in :D. Word count:1.4K

It was hell right from the start, One simple bike ride home when you were 10 years old resulted you in getting kidnapped into space. Sold onto the black market and just tossed into a massively unknown world. Nevertheless, for 13 years you adapted and escaped for a life of your own on the colony of Knowhere. But apart of you yearned for a since of belonging, Friendship, family...

But all that changed one day when you were running away from Nova Corp, You stole some food and tech to feed on and sell for credits. But as you were running, you bumped into someone making you trip.

"Woah woah easy, you ok bud ??" The man then helped you up, He was... Human ??

"Spread out, they haven't got far" One Nova Corps officer called out.

The man then brought you away from the nova corps into a part of knowhere they wouldn't usually poke around.

"Wanna explain what that was all about ??" The man asked you as he fixed his jacket.

"It's not much its just food... and some stuff to sell..."

"Look theirs's more to this story pal, so I suggest you best start talking."

You rubbed your hands on your face sheepishly as you began to tell your story to the man. As he listened on, he couldn't help but feel pity and sympathy for you.

"I'm so sorry. I know this all too well, I was kidnapped from earth when I was 8 years old, If theirs anyone who knows this better than you it's me."

"Thank you... Sorry I didn't get your name"

"Oh sorry, Name's Peter Quill or you may know me as star lord ??" He puffed his chest out slightly.

"No... Sorry"

"Oh man, not even one mention ??"

You shook your head slightly. He said disappointedly, this always happens to him. "What's your name kid ??"

"Y/n, Y/n L/n"

"Nice to meet you y/n..." Peter than got a brilliant idea.

"Say y/n, how would you like to be a member of the guardians of the galaxy ??"

Your eyes went wide at the proposal.

"Oh, peter... I don't know..." You seemed a little unsure.

"What ??, It's gonna be awesome. We're a tight-knit family, even though we aren't blood-related. we always have each other's backs and I know you will make an amazing guardian." He smiled as he wrapped an arm around your shoulders.

You couldn't help but smile back. A new life, with amazing people. Maybe he was right, It could be worth while.

"Ok, I'll give it a shot"

"Oh y/n your gonna love it !!"

Peter then brought you back to the Milano, It was a pretty cool ship, You could hear music playing from the speakers of the ship.

"Redbone ??"

"Yeah, Surprise you have music taste dude." He smirked playfully ruffling your hair.

You chuckled as you then pulled out a device. Your dad's ipod.

"This was all from my dad..., this is pretty much all I have of him"

Peter's expression softened as he gently rubbed your back.

"I'm really and truly sorry y/n" He gently wrapped his arms around you into a hug, warm and comforting. Making you feel safe.

"Uh, quill who's the stowaway ??" A voice spoke up, almost in a Brooklyn accent.

"Oh right, y/n this is rocket"

You looked over and saw a walking talking raccoon.

"Your... a raccoon ??"

"Hey, I ain't no flarking raccoon !!!, Ain't no thing like me 'cept me !!" He sort of angrily yelled.

"Don't worry about him, But I would say I would advise calling him that again in the future."

"Noted"

"Alright, well rocket. y/n is our newest member of the guardians."

"Oh great another humie" Rocket rolled his eyes.

You wondered if he didn't like you, but Quill told you that he just had a bit of a snappy attitude. Upon letting you meet Groot, Drax and Gamora, he showed you your room.

"Well, here we have your room. It may not look like much right now but you make it yours alright ??"

You nodded as you looked around, sitting down on the bed.

He smiled and left you alone, this felt good. A new home and potential new friends. It was gonna be awesome.

Over the next few weeks, you continued to get to know everyone, Groot and Peter were the best ones of the lot. But you noticed Rocket was closed off and still a bit of a dick to you. It made you a bit sad as like he didn't want to know you at all.

But one day, all of that changed, Peter noticed how distant Rocket was from you and decided to change that. He knew you two would be best buds, He just knew it. So one day, he set up a mission for the two of you.

"Ok Rocket, y/n. I need you two to head out to Pazar and protect and stop abilisks from getting into their power supply. They said they'll pay us good if we stop the deal."

"Got it" You confidently smiled.

Meanwhile, Rocket grumbled and rolled his eyes. It looked like he wasn't too pleased with the idea. But never the less he pulled through, The two of you arrived at Pazar and prepared for the ongoing attack.

"What's our game plan here dude ??"

"We lay these traps out for when they arrive, and once they trip on them we go in for the kill to stop them." Rocket smirked as he then began to set up the traps.

"Maybe this could help too ??" You then pulled out a few devices.

"What are these ??"

"Wireless electric tripwires." You confidently said as you showed him.

Rocket inspected your device, No manufacturer numbers, no serial numbers. Was this custom-made??

"You make these humie ??"

"Yeah, I've been making a fair bit of those when I was 14."

"This ain't that bad. Could work"

The two then heard roaring and readied up as 3 abilisks showed up and then readied up, Gearing your weapons as you two then fought the monsters from eating the power supply. It was a long tough battle. But then rocket's aero rig malfunctioned and left him wide open to be eaten. But as he was backing away. He was pushed out of the way and saw you get eaten.

"Y/N !!!"

He continued blasting it until he killed it. But you... All those things he said to you. He didn't mean any of them, he wished he could say sorry.

But before he left he heard a noise, coming from the beast's belly. It blasted open as you then crawled out. Covered in yellow gunk.

"Oh, that was so gross..." You said in disgust.

"Y/n..." Rocket was relieved to see you alive. "Don't go doing anything stupid like that !!!" He said more in a fearful voice than an angry one.

"Rocket you were going to die, I wasn't going to let you."

At that moment, Rocket realised how deep your loyalty was to all the guardians. It made him realise that you were willing to sacrifice your life for his. This made him regret shutting you out.

"Y/n... I... I'm sorry for what I said to you, For everything... The thing is... I was scared"

"Why were you scared ??"

"I had a lot of bad things happen in my life, It makes me scared of people."

It took a little bit but you clicked everything once you figured it out, You gently went over and kneeled to his height, His ears drooped and his eyes showing so much guilt for hurting you.

"Rocket... I promise you in my life. With my life, I will never hurt you. I would hate myself If I ever did something like that, You're my friend. Family to be exact."

Rocket looked down for a bit and then wrapped his arms around your neck, hugging you. Not caring you were covered in the monster's insides. "Can we start over ??"

"Of course" You smiled

Rocket softly smiled as he then let go of the hug. Then smirking.

"Come on, let's head back. We need a shower, you mainly." He snickered

"Yeah, Let's go" You chuckled as you got up and headed back to the ship.

It was a rocky start from the beginning, But what happened then was now going to be the start of an amazing friendship.

Taglist: @callofdudes @raccoonfallsharder @mybelovedraccoon @rogertaylorswift @rocketenjoyer

[satanzayoru25341]

Inspired by a reference that I found on Pinterest: https://pin.it/SwfJu7YNJ

"I look around at us, and you know what I see? Losers. I mean, like, folks who have lost stuff. And we have, man, we have, all of us. Our families, normal lives. Usually life takes more than it gives but not today. Today it's given us something. It has given us a chance."

- Star-Lord [Peter Quill], (August 3) 2014

I created an artwork tribute to the Los Angeles wildfire, paying homage to the iconic space warriors from Guardians of the Galaxy. This artwork symbolizes unity, camaraderie, solidarity, and perseverance. It serves as a reminder of the urgency to address wildfires and climate change, highlighting the devastating consequences of environmental neglect. To reduce risks and safeguard the future of our planet, the artwork aims to inspire a sense of bravery and solidarity among all people.

Also, can someone make a redraw while mourning?

Programs Used:

IbisPaintX (for the outline, coloring, addtional effects, and text)

MediBang Paint (for the background and effects)

Guardians of the Galaxy (c) Marvel Entertainment Inc.

Artwork (c) Me

[themculibrary]

Baby Groot/Groot Masterlist

A Good Team (ao3) - FormlessVoidbeast groot/rocket M, 2k

Summary: Rocket and Groot make a good team, and Groot isn't going to let a little thing like completely incompatible biology prevent them from taking very good care of each other.

always, really and forever (ao3) - Cyndi M, 26k

Summary: Friendship is the most understated form of love.

Groot’s quest to understand love goes awry when Rocket ends up in the hospital because of his out-of-control drinking. Without his social crutch around, Groot suddenly finds himself having to prove his competence again and again.

A Short List of Relevant Skills and Abilities (ao3) - ignipes T, 2k

Summary: They're very good at a lot of things, but none of those things are very good.

family (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 10k

Summary: When Rocket tries to enroll Groot into a prestigious preschool, he discovers the people in charge there don’t have Groot’s best interests in mind. When they forcibly remove Groot from the only family that he’s ever known, Rocket will stop at nothing in order to get him back.

But time is of the essence: If Rocket fails to prove that Groot should be reunited with his family and that Rocket should be given full parental rights and allowed to formally adopt Groot as his son, they might never see Groot ever again.

Found Family (ao3) - fabrega G, 2k

Summary: "Where did it come from?"

"I am Groot," Groot declares.

"Who would just hand you a baby?!"

Freedom Day (ao3) - Cyndi groot/rocket T, 35k

Summary: Groot and Rocket are friends who have each others' backs and take care of each other no matter what. Now what are they celebrating and why are they celebrating? (Autistic!Groot)

good night (ao3) - HippieGeekGirl G, 376

Summary: Groot can’t sleep, and Rocket needs a little comfort.

Grow, Grow, Grow (ao3) - Eclectic_Goddess G, 715

Summary: Self-realization should be a shocking thing. Instead, it comes slowly and steadily. With each bud, each new leaf, each new bit of growth brings more with it, until…

Groot.

Growing Up Groot (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 6k

Summary: After The Battle of Xandar, Rocket mourns the loss of the only person in the galaxy that has ever cared about him. In a tribute, Rocket plants some twigs that came from his friend’s body to keep as a memory of their friendship. Little does Rocket know, that he will gain a new friend.

I Can Fix This (ao3) - laylabinx T, 6k

Summary: "I can fix this, Quill; just you watch. I can fix this. We'll be out of here in no time." Rocket rambles because he's afraid if he doesn't, he'll suddenly realize how totally and utterly screwed they are.

i’ll be there for you (ao3) - Izzyaro (Isilarma) T, 2k

Summary: If Rocket has faith in anything, it’s that Groot will never let him down.

name game (ao3) - SPARROWFOOT N/R, 6k

Summary: Peter, Drax, Mantis, Groot, Nebula, and Rocket. A bunch’a jackasses sitting in a circle. The core Guardians of the Galaxy, sans Gamora, and — yeah, that will never not sting. So it’s probably for the best that they find their own path, but Peter’s always found it hard to let go of the past. The Guardians will live on, and they will always be family, but they’ll never be this group, in this time, ever again.

“Alright, alright,” Rocket says, with a half-assed attempt at his usual swagger. “Here’s how this is gonna work. We’re gonna, one at a time, name a raccoon baby.” He reaches into the box, pulling one away from the pack. Its little paws knead at the air, trying to find a surface. “Then we’re gonna tag it. Then they’re gonna get to run free ‘round Knowhere until they’ve grown enough to go home.”

Before the Guardians formally disband, Rocket asks one last thing of them all.

of groots and death buttons (ao3) - Groot (grootiez) T, 4k

Summary: Groot is a fast learner. However, when it comes to a certain weapon that Rocket taught Groot how to build for himself, it is Rocket’s responsibility to teach Groot how to handle said weapon as to not put others at risk of death or bodily harm.

The Care and Feeding of a Baby Groot (ao3) - JenTheSweetie T, 1k

Summary: If Rocket wanted to babysit a stick in a pot, that was his business.

We Are (ao3) - Psilent (HereThereBeFic) N/R, 1k

Summary: “I hope you don't mind that I come here. I... appreciate your company. And the quiet.”

(For a prompt on the Guardians of the Galaxy livejournal kink meme: Five (or four) times Groot comforted one of the Guardians and one time they comforted him.)

you’re still young, that’s your fault. (ao3) - DigitalMeowMix T, 3k

Summary: Trying to raise your best friend after he’s turned into a child is hard work. This is definitely not what Rocket signed up for. He just wants his damn partner back.

Scenes from an unconventional parenthood