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fistful of sunlight a fluffy lil domestic oneshot

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domestic fluff | no use of y/n | oc!reader | oneshot | word count: 3,832. for @starriidreams, based on their original character, jazper. check em outttt ♡

after a surprising day of work at the knowhere clinic, princess jazper returns to their home with rocket, only to find that the captain of knowhere has been working on a little surprise of his own.

WARNINGS: brief description of surgical procedure in sceond paragraph only. rocket says damn/dammit a lot; reader is referred to as princess 2x (because reader is literally a princess). some limited physical description of reader (most notably, having gold palms/fingerpads/facial markings and an adorable lil toothgap). i've never written for someone else's oc like this before so i hope i do them justice ๐·°(⋟﹏⋞)°·๐

Mister Kraglin had cut off his thumb.

You’re not even been quite sure how, but Mister Kraglin had cut off his thumb. It hadn’t been a job for a medpack — those are generally reserved for life-threatening injuries involving major trauma, and a medpack would have only healed up the stump anyway. No, Mister Kraglin had cut off his thumb and had shown up sobbing at the Knowhere clinic door, and it had been your job to soothe him and reseal every vein and artery, to string the nerves and tendons back together like loose threads on a sweater, and finally to laser stitch the skin in place, bandage it up, and brace it with one of the adjustable vibranium-and-vinyl splints that Rocket had made — per your request — for situations just like this one.

It had sent a stinging ache in your heart to see Mister Kraglin so upset. The former Ravager is more vulnerable in his pain than young Mister Adam or even any of the Star Children — at least while he’s safely at home on Knowhere — and you’ve gathered that this behavior might be due to the hollowing lack of any kind of person-to-person comfort he’d ever received as a child. You yourself are all too familiar with some of that feeling — emotional self-sufficiency and a wrenching desire for affection, bordering on need — in spite of the privilege inherent in being adopted into the Relvoith royal family.

Or perhaps because of it.

And so, you had soothed him with the softest words you could dream up, worried they might’ve sounded stilted in the formality of the Relvoith tongue. But the universal translator must have worked well, or perhaps the overly-decorous language hadn’t mattered in the end, because Mister Kraglin had sniffled and dried his tears with the back of his uninjured hand. Then he’d given you a wobbly and tremulous half-smile, thanking you so fervently that an observer might have thought you’d saved his life.

Unfortunately, the result is that you are exhausted — feet aching and eyes tired, a dull headache starting to form behind your golden eyes by the time you reach the open casement leading to the door of the apartment rooms you share with Rocket. One of the raccoon kits — the smallest of the litter rescued from the Arête — is waiting on the threshold, grooming itself. It’s only the tiniest bit larger today than it had been on the day you’d inadvertently adopted it, and it lifts its head as soon as it breathes in your scent, ears and nose twitching. Its tail flips from one side to the other when it sees you, and it immediately begins to generate the fast-paced hollow clicking noise that you’ve come to understand means that it’s purring.

“Hello, littlest one,” you say, crouching, and it immediately launches itself onto one of your soft thighs, and then into your chest. You cuddle it against you as you stand, pressing your mouth to the crown of its head, and open the apartment door.

The apartment is a little tattered, but it’s home: the place you and Rocket have made for yourselves, carved out of a little patch of Knowhere. There’s a broad series of patchwork-windows made of frosted and colored glass, and they shine like jewels when the artificial lights outside slant into a manufactured sunset. In certain hours, they cast a glowing, muted rainbow glow onto the rest of the main room. One wall is lined with Rocket’s inventions and tools, and the ceiling is edged in strings of tiny gold plasma-orbs that he’d pinned to the wall while perched on your shoulders. The doors on the kitchenette cupboards had been falling off when the two of you had moved in, so you’d replaced them with miniature curtains made of patterned fabrics and gauzy muslin and a treasured panel of Spartoi lace you’d found in Sanna Orix’s shop. The sofa is a soft corduroy, the color and texture of a purple night-sky, velvety and only a little frayed at all the seams. It had been one of Rocket’s discoveries. He’d made Mister Drax carry it from the Bowie all the way to your little apartment, just because he’d thought you might enjoy it. One arm of the sofa is draped with the rumpled softness of an old quilt — a gift from the citizens of Knowhere to their new Captain and his princess. It’s patched with squares offered up from each of the Guardians, and others, too: red flannel and a dove-gray fabric from Star-Lord’s childhood shirts, a scrap of leather from Mister Nebula’s uniform. Another square had been thieved from an armored vest left behind by Miss Gamora, after she’d been stolen away and sacrificed by Thanos. A couple of rectangles of fabric, cut from the plush baby-blanket that Groot had kept in his pot when he was still small, and little pieces from a strained button-down shirt that Mister Drax had decided to wear for a cycle just so he could have something to contribute to the quilt. There’s a patch from Cosmo’s suit, and another from young Mister Adam’s singed Sovereign cast-off, and silver-threaded stars embroidered in sloppily by young Miss Phyla and each of her siblings. A few splashes of delicate floral prints from Miss Ssssaralami and worn yellow canvas from Mister Blueliver and even an intentional splash of cosmic-green gin from Mister Howard.

At least, you assume it was intentional. Mister Howard claims it was intentional, and you’ve never been particularly adept at spotting lies.

In short, there’s not an inch of your little apartment that isn’t brimming with the soft shadows and glowing warmth of memories that you and Rocket have made together.

Unfortunately, you don’t have long to enjoy the peace of the small space. You can already hear Rocket cursing and muttering inside the next room, and it makes your own ears twitch with concern.

“Shoulda just paid Ssssaralami to do it. No, no, I wanna do it myself. Moron. Like you forgot you were a mechanic, not a frickin’ artist. Frickin’ paint in my damn fur. Better come out—”

“Rocks?” you call softly, snuggling the raccoon kit in against your chest again. The raccoon’s purring never stops, and its coat is a plush and velvety spray against the underside of your chin. “Are you well?”

Rocket’s head pops around the side of the bedroom door: fur mussed and flattened on one cheek, a splotch of purple dripping into the fur between the base of one soft ear and the crown of his head. There’s a smudge of luminous yellow-gold on his nose, glittering and so vibrant and warm that it almost looks like a wedge of amber over a candleflame. His eyes, bright as red stars and sunsets — all the holiest things in the universe — narrow on you immediately.

“You weren’t s’posed to be home for another three hours,” he growls accusingly.

The raccoon kit pats the golden swirl on your cheek with one flat paw, then headbutts you under the chin for more cuddles. Its purring grows louder.

“Mister Kraglin cut off his thumb,” you tell Rocket, wide-eyed as you take in the violet and sunshine smeared into his fur. Most of him is hidden behind the doorframe, but one hand grips the edge, and you can see gold and purple crusted around his claws. “It was the most excitement the clinic has seen in a while,” you admit, “and we have closed early as a result.” You feel your head tilt. “Are you… painting something?”

He doesn’t say anything for a moment — eyes dropping to take in your white-and-red uniform — before he sighs: utterly beleaguered. “Trying to,” he mutters, and rolls his eyes. “Was supposed to be a frickin’ surprise.” He wheels back from the door, gesturing with that dark-clawed, paint-spattered hand. “C’mon in, Starlight.”

You carefully set the littlest raccoon on the sofa, and make your way deeper into the apartment.

Your breath trips out of your lungs when you cross the threshold into the bedroom. It’s been utterly transformed in your few hours away.

It is, you think in wonderment, like walking into the heart of an amethyst.

Layers of paint — from the ashen lilac of the sky just after the sun goes down, all the way to the richest midnight-purple — fold over each other in veils of haphazard brushwork, scraped across each other as if the painter were trying to create something deep and glimmering. It’s true that there are some splashes of color on the cracked bone-tiles of the floor, and little ripples where the purple had dribbled too thickly down the walls — but he’s covered the bed with a canvas that you recognize as borrowed or stolen from Miss Ssssaralami, and the plasma-orb lamps are similarly protected. A shabby box sits in one corner, full of wires and frosted glass, but you’re too entranced by the purple walls: the illusion of velvety, luminous depth — the sense of swimming in an endless night sky, or diving into the rift at the end of the universe.

And against the purple — all misshapen and erratic, in clusters and lopsided sprays, different sizes and spaces between each one — shine a hundred golden stars. They’re gleaming and metallic, shimmering with the same crushed glitter-dust smudged across Rocket’s nose, sparkling and brilliant and warm.

You touch one lightly with the golden pad of your fingertip, awestruck.

“You are an artist,” you say solemnly, awestruck as your eyes travel around the room.

Rocket scowls and shuffles the fur of his forearm against the end of his nose — then looks down to realize he’s smeared more gold paint on himself. A strangled roar of outrage climbs in his throat and hisses between his teeth, gravelly and shrill, and you blink down at him over one soft shoulder.

He looks like he’s ready to pull out fistfuls of his own fur, panting.

“I’d call you a liar if I didn’t know how frickin’ bad you are at it,” he seethes, glaring around the room as if the walls have personally insulted him. “It’s a damn mess.”

You tilt your head. You don’t generally find his aggravation humorous, but it is often endearing — and you know him well enough now to understand that sometimes, a little gentle mockery will make him feel safer.

“Small One,” you tease lightly, letting a smile curve your full lips, flashing your white teeth and the slight gap between them at your beautiful Captain, “the imperfections are what make it so lovely.”

His eyes narrow at you again, distant crimson suns, and for a moment he continues to fume: fists clenched, sharp teeth gritted. He is flawless nonetheless: his casual Knowhere-clothes spattered with bright sparkling yellow, now, and streaked with purple. One whole whisker gleams gold in the artificial Knowhere light that streams through the circular window, open over the head of the bed.

He sighs suddenly, his jaw and shoulders and hands all loosening, and you can see now that his palms are streaked with gold paint, too.

You’re always soft for Rocket, but everything inside you suddenly feels even softer: more pliable, more tender. You let your smile shift from playfulness to pure, gentle wonder as you gaze around the room again: jewel-toned, sequined and filigreed with suns and stars made even more sacred by the fact that they’ve come from his own hands. He’s even included some lopsided versions of the holy constellations you grew up studying in the Ositamet sky, which you hadn’t even realized he might remember from your stories. That same place in your heart that had ached over Mister Kraglin’s tears suddenly trembles and heats, overflowing with sunlight. You think it might pour out of your skin. In fact, you can feel it: the warmth in your cheeks, the tip of your ears and nose.

“You’re blushing,” Rocket notes drily, and your brow creases.

“Relvoith do not blush,” you say sternly. Which is true, after all — it’s not as if you can lie, even if you’d wanted to.

Rocket only rolls his eyes. “Whatever. You’re — gold-dusting, then. Sunbursting.”

You touch the warm swirls in your cheeks, knowing they’re bright as the stars he’s painted onto the walls.

“I am overwhelmed,” you admit to him softly. You can feel your eyes sting with tears as you turn slowly, taking everything in. Your voice is hushed. “I think perhaps this is the kindest, most generous thing that anyone has ever done for me, Rocks.”

Even though your eyes are on the skewed stars, you can feel the tension leave the little room when he sighs again.

“Yeah, yeah, princess,” he gruffs out. “Just — got sick of hearing you talk about wanting to redecorate.”

Now you do look at him, tilting your head. “I think that is a lie.”

He scowls, but there’s nothing hard in it at all. His sun-ruby eyes have turned into something soft and melting. “Just a little one.”

You cast another smile at him before turning your attention again to the starscape painted all around you.

“Why did you choose purple for the sky?” you muse after a moment. “I like it very much, but I would not have expected that choice from you—”

“Reminded me of you,” he mumbles, and when you glance at him again, he’s shifting his weight from one foot to the other and looking away, scrubbing at his gold-dipped whiskers with the back of his wrist in the way you’ve come to recognize means he’s embarrassed. “Your uniform-thing, the first time we met. It was, uh, purple and white.” He clears his throat, and your smile turns into a delighted grin.

“You were feeling quite sentimental, then,” you tease.

“Whatever,” he scoffs, rolling his eyes and turning away to begin peeling the canvas drape off the bed, revealing the fleecy turquoise comforter underneath, rippled with velveteen stripes. It’s a bit faded and ragged, and the mattress dips in the middle, but it’s a far cry from the piece of scrapmetal Rocket had been sleeping on when he had still been staying in his own apartment, just off the Guardians’ main office down the street. “You’re such a pain,” he adds, tossing the crumpled canvas into the corner and picking up the box of wire and glass you’d only vaguely noticed when you’d walked in. He sets the dilapidated box on the bed. “Wanna help me hang these? They’re not frickin’... authentic or whatever. Too expensive to get the real ones, all the way from Ositamet. Consider ‘em… off-brand, or whatever.”

He clears his throat again: a tell you’ve come to recognize; an indicator that he’s nervous. You lean over, peering into the box, and your heart catches in your throat again: full of sunlight, overflowing.

“You’re gold-dusting again,” he points out drily.

“How did you get these, if not from home?” you ask softly, lifting up one handful of bright-copper wire. He shuffles in tightly against your thigh, leaning one cheek into the soft plushness of your hip.

“Sketched ‘em up,” he admits. “Wove the wire and made the little plasma-orbs on my own. Had Steemie save the glass from that old building they tore down in Exitar. Cut it an’ soldered it myself.” He swallows. “Wasn’t that hard,” he adds, trying to downplay the time and effort you suddenly know he must have put into planning every inch of this creation. “With the ships, I musta had to patch glass at least a hundred times before.”

But these handcrafted string-lights are not just patched glass. They’re perfect star-shaped lanterns, far more precise than the celestial bodies spangling the walls. And though not every pane of glass matches in color or texture, they’re worth more to you than any import from the palaces and streets of Ositamet.

“Yes,” you whisper. “Let us hang them.”

Rocket doesn’t wait: he leaps nimbly onto the mattress and then springs to your shoulders. He’s heavy with screws and solder, bolts and plates, but his weight’s still nothing for your strength. You gather the strings of lights in your hands and they clink merrily against each other as you travel the perimeter of the room. When you hand him the end of the twisted copper wire, he holds the cord to the edge of the ceiling and fastens it into the bone-plaster with the soft, hollow thud of a bolt-gun.

The two of you continue around the room, skirting the pan of purple-and-gold swirled paint still on the floor, full of sopping brushes. A manufactured Knowhere breeze filters in through the round window, along with the artificial sunlight; it brightens the still-drying stars, making the room glimmer all around the two of you. You soak in the lullaby made by the measured timpani of the bolt-gun and the pleasant chime of the star-lanterns in your hands, feeding them up to your beautiful captain. There’s the comforting feel of his strong thighs braced between your palms and shoulders: a warm, welcome weight. Your eyes are drawn to a spray of purple on the claws of his left foot, like nail lacquer — it curls the corner of your mouth in a whimsical smile but you don’t dare breathe a word of it right now.

By the time the stringed lights are garlanded all around the room, the artificial lights outside have already begun dimming, and the room is dusky and softly-shadowed. Rocket leaps off of your shoulders, fleet-footed, and taps the sensor on the wall. It’s normally synced to the plasma-orb lamps, but he must have programmed the star-lanterns in too, because they brighten into a quiet glow: every bit of illumination magnified by the glass, refracted into the occasional spray of rainbow-flaked light scattered across the starscape-walls, the velvety bed, the paint-spattered floor. With one foot, Rocket drags the soft, shaggy rug from where he’d shuffled it under the bed, and the room is almost back to normal.

Almost normal, but transformed into something divine.

You stand for a moment, and take in the coziness of the room, the glints of far-off skies and dreams, the shimmering warmth in your heart and the knowledge of how much you truly mean to the beautiful Captain of Knowhere.

He must be able to tell your thoughts are shifting into sentimentality, because he breaks the quiet with a dramatic sigh.

“Now I gotta get all this damn paint outta my fur,” he laments, looking down at his purple-streaked feet and the shimmering yellow smeared across his forearm. When he turns his palms up, he groans, his whole head leaned back so he can curse the ceiling. The dark leather of both hands are glazed with sun-bright gold, as if he had fingerpainted the stars.

“Dammit,” he curses, as his fists begin to curl all over again.

But you catch one narrow wrist, watching the way he shines. “Look,” you say with a sun-bright smile of your own, and his knotted fingers loosen in your gentle grasp. You open your own hand next to his. The pads of your fingers and creased palm are ashimmer just like his, like you’d both been caught with fistfuls of sunlight and stars. You turn your hand over top of his, and you lace your fingers into the soft spaces between his knuckles: gold pressed to gold, so bright that it’s a wonder that sunshine doesn’t fan out from between your clasped hands in glittering rays.

Rocket swallows, whiskers and tail and ears all twitching, his glowing sunrise-eyes going soft in the dusky evening glow. “Starlight,” he says, and his voice is a husky rasp. “I wanted to tell you — but I ain’t good with words—”

Whatever he had been going to say is suddenly broken by the sound of a mechanical chime: the doorbell. You both look up, and it rings again.

“Dammit,” Rocket snaps for what must be the third time in just an hour or two. He tugs his hand from yours, stalking toward the door and flinging it open.

Miss Cosmo and young Miss Phyla are there, the former sitting on the step with a nervously-wagging tail. You can see Rocket’s shoulders ease, and you know it’s because he’s secretly soft for children and animals. Well, he seems to think it’s a secret, anyway. The sight makes you melt even more.

“I’m so sorry, Jazper,” the Star Child says, apology written all over her childish face. “I know the Captain was planning a surprise for you tonight, but—”

“But Adam has broken the ocular cannon,” Cosmo pipes up, and her tail begins to move twice as fast.

“The — what?” Rocket repeats, and you can hear the tension rising again in his voice. “What was he even doing with it?”

Miss Cosmo tilts her head as young Miss Phyla winces.

“Messing around,” the cosmonaut says, and her mechanical voice lilts in such a way that it sounds like a quote.

You move to lean by the door, and Rocket pinches the bridge of his nose. “Unbelievable,” he mutters. “Can’t get a frickin’ minute a’ peace—”

“It is okay,” you say with a wide smile. “I will be here when you come home.”

Rocket glances up at you, and his expression is pained. “I don’t—”

“Uhm,” young Miss Phyla interrupts hesitantly, teeth bared in a sorrowful grimace, “I hate to tell you this, but your — your guest is making a mess?”

Both you and Rocket turn to find the littlest raccoon kit meandering through the apartment living space, then between the two of you, and right out the open door. In its wake, from the bedroom to the front door, trail a ribbon of paint-slick pawprints sinking into the bone-floor forever: shades of purple, smeared with starlight-gold.

Rocket stares after the littlest kit as it ambles away. His mouth wobbles in something torn between bone-deep exhaustion, and a desire to bare his teeth and commit murder.

The corners of your own mouth curl, and your shoulders shake with feathery laughter. “Go,” you tell your Captain, and lean toward him. Young Miss Phyla and Miss Cosmo have seen the two of you together often enough to know that everyone will be happier if they turn their backs and pretend not to know that you’re dropping a kiss on the crown of Rocket’s paint-spattered head. “I will see you later tonight.”

You’re rising back upward when his gold-dipped fingers curl into the collar of the clinic uniform you’re still wearing. “Wait,” he mutters, tugging you back down and levying a quick, fleeting flick of his tongue to the fullness of your upper lip. “‘Fore I go.”

It’s a ritual, at this point: the soft kiss, the tug at your collar, the brief lick or nip at your mouth. And then the question, rumbling up from the bottom of his lungs, low and warm:

“Who’s yer favorite Guardian?”

You smile, your lips just a breath away from his nose — the answer the same now as it’s always been.

After all, you cannot lie.

“You are.”

thank you for giving me the chance to write this! it was such a fun idea and it was so interesting to work with someone else’s oc in this context, and try to integrate the formality of jazper’s language into the writing without making it sound unnatural (i hope i accomplished it!). i’ve never written for someone else’s character like this so i hope i did jaz justice ♡ thank you for trusting me with them. it was truly a privilege and i hope it was everything you were looking for ♡♡♡

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shoochi · 6 years ago

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I got tagged

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raccoonfallsharder · 7 months ago

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MARVEL RIVALS… Will you be playing it?! Rocket is a damage + support and omg he was SO FUN to play as!!

i don’t really play games (i know, it’s weird, it’s some fucked-up childhood shit). hence needing to watch a playthrough ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ which i am happy to do if/when a recommendation comes through! the art does look amazing ♡♡

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raccoonfallsharder · 1 year ago

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headcanons & imagines. ✮ | ✩ (minimally-edited) ficlets and responses to asks. lots of fluff with occasional spice and mcu criticism. when present, reader is gn.

collections masterlist ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎‬ compiled sfw & nsfw rocket fanfics, mostly organized by theme (for example: by season, by vibe, by rocket-incarnation) or by series. this list is organized alphabetically by collection title, and describes themes, gender of readers, and range of ratings. stories range from very platonic to downright smutty. please check individual posts for word count and any additional warnings or context.

sfw masterlist. ✮ | ✩ mostly one-shots featuring gn readers (no use of "y/n"), with some exceptions. stories range from very platonic to fairly suggestive/spicy. please check individual posts for word counts and any additional warnings or context.

nsfw masterlist. ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎‬ almost all these fics contain actual smut, but you can find some more smut-free spice on the sfw masterlist. most feature "female" readers (no use of "y/n") with a couple OCs. includes short one-shots, mid-length pieces, and longform fics. please check individual posts for word counts and any additional warnings or context.

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anthology. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎‬ miscellaneous one-shots belonging to no specific collections or series. ratings & gender of reader varies.

adorations. ❤︎‬❤︎‬ 18+ only | f!reader | word count: 4,518. you have a habit of complimenting rocket. he decides to give you plenty of reasons to keep doing so. aka rocket has a praise kink and no-one can convince me otherwise. mcu-based smut with feelings. see post for warnings and context.

Autopilot Systems Check ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,406. reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. mcu-based, post-endgame.

fistful of sunlight ✮ fluff | oc!reader | word count: 3,832. after a surprising day of work at the knowhere clinic, princess jazper returns to their home with rocket, only to find that the captain of knowhere has been working on a little surprise of his own. see post for warnings. for @/starriidreams

overheard on the bowie ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 12,973. rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. see post for warnings.

practice ✩ spice | gn reader | word count: 1,684. EIDOS. you're not quite as good as rocket when it comes to braiding. luckily, he's a kind and benevolent soul who just wants to give you the chance to improve.

tomorrow. ✩ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 2,441. you had a long day at work. rocket decides to comfort you. no real smut (this was a failed kinktober 2023 fic) but some explicit references to sex acts. unhealthy coping mechanisms. PLEASE check main page for warnings.

warm compress ✮fluff | gn reader | word count: 3,432. you've taken care of rocket when he's been hurt in the past. when he comes to visit you and finds you tired, in pain, and less-than-receptive to company, he decides to return the favor.

autumn comfort collection. autumn coziness. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ maple sugar & pumpkin-spice for your autumnal reading pleasure. collects three 2024 oneshots: cold hands, warm thighs | mitten aesthetic | bookshop at the end of the universe. ratings & gender of reader varies.

cold hands, warm thighs. ✩ spice | gn reader | word count: 5,122. the best thing about landing on cold planets is the warming-up part afterward. for @/leresq. see post for warnings.

mitten aesthetic. ✮ | ✩ fluff | gn reader | word count: 8,415. 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.

bookshop at the end of the universe. ❤︎‬ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: pending. rocket wants out — of the rain, and everything else. eidos-game vibes. mild smut. for nonnie. see post for warnings & context.

Blackmail Material. ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 30,591. a classic tale of "that fuckin raccoon found your sex toy." post-endgame friends-to-lovers smut with feelings, fluff, & love confessions. see post for warnings and context.

borealis: year one. winter collection. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ an anthology of various winter-themed/holiday oneshots. gender of reader varies. collects five 2023 winter oneshots. ratings & gender of reader varies.

frostnip. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,880. you teach rocket about appropriate winterwear. mcu-based.

snow & stars. ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 16,450. citing a lack of "team spirit," corporate requires you to attend the annual holiday office party (off the clock, of course) if you want to be eligible for your raise. luckily, the new guy makes things... interesting.

traditions. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 3,368. every winter, rocket comes to your place to celebrate the holidays and take a nap. mcu-based. can be read romantically or platonically. just pure feel-good shit, warm as cocoa and twice as sweet.

ugly sweater. ✩ suggestive! spice | gn reader | word count: 5,196. rocket might make fun of your holiday attire, but he kind of wishes you'd wear it more often.

Winter Across the Galaxy ✩ spice | rocket x f!oc | word count: ?? a super-casual barely-edited oneshot written in response to a reader comment, "Thinking about how Jolie would have reacted to the events in the Holiday Special and laughing." | also part of Window Across the Galaxy.

borealis: year two. winter collection. ✮ | ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ [WIP] an anthology of various winter-themed/holiday oneshots. gender of reader varies. collects ?? 2024 winter oneshots. ratings & gender of reader varies.

sweet dreams. ✮ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 6,418. rocket comes to visit for his annual winter-holiday-nap. you have some new gifts to offer up. ❅ a sequel to traditions from borealis ❆ year one (but can be read as a standalone). fluffyfluff. for @welcomtothevoid ♡

mistletoe avoidance.✩ spice | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 5,903. rocket's getting sick of all these #@$%ing kisses. ❅ peppermint-sweet winterspice romantic fluff. skottie-young-comics-based.

welcome to the knowhere christmas party. ✩fluff & low-grade spice | gn reader | word count: 13,251. the worst thing about being a single dad is the number of meddling matchmakers rocket’s gotta deal with during the holidays. that's where you come in. mcu-based, post vol3. romantic fluff with low-grade spice.

kiss me at midnight. ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 24,952. five years' worth of midnights. ❅ mcu-based. takes place during the snap. angsty with a happy ending ~ see the post for emotional & nsfw warnings.

the holiday gun show. ❤︎‬ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 17,781. 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? friends-to-lovers, loosely eidos-inspired. see post for warnings.

cicatrix . ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 26/40+ | word count: 272,062+. [WIP]a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs. see post for warnings & context.

Domestic Scenes in Space Travel. ✩ | ❤︎‬ | ❤︎‬❤︎ f!reader x rocket domestic fluff & smut with feelings. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to ride this ride. this collection revolves around Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl.

The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl. ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 5/5 visits | word count: 37,783. In Rocket Raccoon: Grounded (2016) / Issue #3, Rocket asks a stranger on the ferry to "make sure nobody does anything weird" to him while he naps, and the stranger just, like, abandons him while he's sleeping?? who does that? when a stranger asks you to watch their stuff in a coffee shop, it's a holy obligation. x100 if it's a hot local space pilot trying to catch some Zs on the ferry. get in loser we're gonna fix it. PART ONE.

Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 9,853. study night. or: why study when you can seduce your hot local Space Pilot into oral? PART TWO.

Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 14,329. date night. in a gesture of true romance, rocket takes you to a dive bar. of all the stories he's shared with you, his favorites are the ones where he gets saved by the space princess. not that he'd tell you that. loosely based on Rocket (2017): The Blue River Score. PART THREE.

Critical Interview Questions for Potential Crewmates ✩ | ❤︎‬❤︎varies | f!reader | word count: 6,111 - 6,723. you take rocket on a fall-themed date. unbeknownst to you, he also has plans: specifically, to introduce you to some potential roommates. just pumpkin-spiced, apple-scented, maple-flavored FLUFF. see post for clarifying info and context. PART FOUR.

Proof: A Moment in Space ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 1,786. rocket wants something to remember you by while he’s away. just a short little ficlet with no plot whatsoever.

florescence❀ ˖⁺‧₊˚ (a meetgroot) ❤︎‬❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 5/6 years | word count: 66,402+. [WIP] Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the Shi’ar Galaxy. It was the flowers that drew you in. mcu-based, slight au, medium-burn, eventual smut. tentative allies to friends to lovers. see post for warnings & context.

headcanons & imagines. ✮ | ✩ various guardians of the galaxy headcanons, imagines, and more. mostly fluff, occasional low-grade spice. gn reader when reader is present.

kinktober 2023. ❤︎‬❤︎ f!reader x rocket. please read all warnings. i am not currently separating these stories out for the NSFW list below because there are too many of them lol.

kinktober 2024. ❤︎‬❤︎ f!reader x rocket. three books based on three erotic flavors. soft & sweet [sunshine, 4 parts]. sultry & spicy [evasive maneuvers, 2 parts]. sensual & shameless [you are cordially invited, 2 parts].

♡ kiss kiss ♡BANG BANG2025. ✩ | ❤︎‬ [WIP] gender of reader varies (mostly gn). six short contributions for the kiss kiss BANG BANG challenge, all based on cute lil kiss prompts (credited on page).

flight lessons. ✩ low-grade spice | gn reader | 2,893 words. you learn how to fly rocket's ship. rocket learns how to be a better teacher.

a terran's guide to holodating. ✩ low-grade spice | gn reader | 4,086 words. online dating sucks pretty much throughout the universe.

negotiations. ✩ mid-to-high grade spice | gn reader | 1,834 words. you and rocket make a deal (not for the first time). eidos-inspired, a little more suggestive.

in the dark. ❤︎18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 7,173 words. you've been trying to catch rocket's attention for ages. he needs a little convincing.

one to keep. ✩ fluff, really | gn reader | drabble | ~950ish words. you always give rocket two presents. mcu-based fluff.

close call. ✩ low-grade spice | gn reader | ~2000ish words. you and rocket are on a mission. a distraction is required. mcu with a splash of comics-rocket vibes.

rocket raccoon prompt week. ✮ | ✩ mostly gn!reader x rocket, fluff to low-grade spice. seven short drabbles and oneshots thanks to @/rocketraccoonpromptweek

explosives. ✩ spice | rocket x f!oc | word count: 187. rocket smells nice. pearl has questions.

hurts. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 626. a quiet moment of comfort after a battle with badoons. rocket sees a ghost (it's you).

emotionalistic. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 570. bubbles & other intangible barriers. or, rocket cries during midnights on knowhere.

family. ✮ semi-romantic fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,274. one year ago today, the star children were liberated from the arête. the people of knowhere celebrate.

bite. ✮✩ low-grade spice & fluff | gn reader | word count: 2,266. you run into a familiar stranger at your place of work and end up flirting madly. or, a raccoon walks into a bar.

machinery. ✮ | ✩ semi-romantic angst & fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,946. rocket manipulates you into stealing something for him. what wouldn't you do for a pair of pretty almandine eyes? see post for warnings.

home. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 661. rocket has always considers home to be a place he can never reach. until home reaches for him.

take what you need. ✮ [each chapter is an individual oneshot.] gn reader, fluff & friendship.the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself. rocket bullies you for your own good. accepting requests via reblogs, asks, and tumblr & ao3 comments.

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. ✮ angst, friendship, fluff | rocket & wanda | word count: ??. 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. for hibatasblog ♡

windfall. (a meetgroot) ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 3/3 parts | word count: 44,521. semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful. see post for warnings & context.

Window Across the Galaxy. ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 27/27 chapters | word count: 235,940. girl falls first; raccoon falls harder. rocket is captured by a ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a xandaran luxury liner. oops. see post for warnings & context.

Window Across the Galaxy Epilogue ✮ fluff | rocket x f!oc | wordcount: ?? rocket and jo get interviewed (briefly) about their perspectives on their relationship.

what's on the horizon? future projects

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jazper lunar solheart

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i'm so happy to be able to get back to making art, and even more thrilled that one of my first pieces since i started again was princess jazper (they/he), created by @starriidreams ♡ i'm not sure i did them justice because they are honestly SO beautiful (check out their blog for amazing art!!). they have the prettiest golden eyes, swirls on his cheeks and shoulders, gold finger-pads and palms, and the cutest fucking toothgap. jaz is a legit princess, adopted into relvoith royalty on their home planet, ositamet, and they can do a ton of awesome shit, like shooting gold energy from their palms, minor healing, limited telekinesis, and a lil levitation/flying for good measure.

honestly, though? it’s their personality and their interactions with rocket that sold me on them. honestly, jaz + rocket are SUCH a cute/power couple. like, i don't normally accept requests to write for other peoples' OCs out of a terror of doing it wrong, but i had to write fistful of sunlight once i was fully introduced to these two.

thank you so much for letting me have the honor of drawing jaz, my friend! it was truly a DELIGHT. their sunbursting not-a-blush and little curls? SO much fun to draw. thank you from the bottom of my heart! ~

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cicatrix.⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter twenty-seven. la gaudière. [NEW 2/27] ✩

someone steals from the collector.

“Rocket!” He whips around so fast that gravel and dust scrape up beneath his toes and his claws scratch for purchase in the rubble. Drax.

The Kylosian is bent at the waist, hands on knees, heaving. His skin is painted in pale clay, with hollow dark rings around his eyes where they’d been squeezed shut. There’s an enormous slash across his chest, but it must be shallow because the blood has already mixed with the dust to form a chalky sort of red bone-paste in slow-oozing dribbles and drips. “Rocket,” he heaves, “I—“ “Where the fuck is she?” His claws are sunk into the meat of both the Kylosian’s forearms before he means to, gripping Drax so hard his fingers cramp. Still, he can’t loosen them. “I had her hand right here,” Drax says, sounding lost as he lifts one hand and touches the crook of his opposite elbow. “And then—“ He lifts his head and looks around the leveled city. The bone buildings creak and groan, walls still slowly crumpling as if they’ve just realized that parts of their foundations are missing. There are cries and bellows but it’s still eerily quiet. “It’s Kylos all over again,” Drax says softly, and his voice is haunted.

read more on ao3 | cicatrix masterlist & notes see warnings and art-links below. thanks for being patient with me ♡ i really hope the wait is worth it!

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

WARNINGS for this chapter: headwounds and near-death experiences. regret and angst. woundcare. some comfort. this chapter uses descriptive imagery that may be reminiscent of residential and urban environments impacted by bombings, warfare, or natural disasters like earthquakes.

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#fic update #cicatrix #rocket raccoon smut #angst with a happy ending #rocket raccoon x oc #rocket raccoon #guardians of the galaxy #rocket raccoon fanfiction #gotg fanfiction #rocket raccoon x original character #gotg

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꧁･:☁︎⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂ masterlist

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe.

a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

inspired by mary shelley’s frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus. enemies-to-lovers (as per frickin’ usual, only one of these idiots think they’re enemies.) while the beginning of this fic is dark and fast-burn, we move to like… slow-burn with intense growing intimacy & healing almost right away. expect a fair amount of action starting around chapter thirteen. and remember: we always get happy endings here.

WARNINGS - please pay attention to all ao3 warnings/tags for every chapter as there are some dark elements (but we will have a happy ending!). enemies-to-lovers (as per frickin’ usual, only one of these idiots think they’re enemies, and tbh the enemy part is pretty short-lived.) this fic is a longform expansion on wyndham; or, the galactic prometheus (day 31) of °˖✧♡kinktober 2023.

if you’d like to join my fanfiction taglist, please comment or send me a message or ask! ♡

꧁･:☁︎⋆. all chapters collected behind the cut.

RATING KEY fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

chapter one. nemotia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ wyndham’s bride lands on counterearth just in time to prepare for her wedding. an unexpected guest arrives. ✩ warnings: discussion of non-sexual child abuse and grooming. brief mentions of suicidal ideations. animal/pet death. canon-typical violence.

chapter two. ambedo.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the monster makes his intentions known. wyndham’s bride proposes an addendum. ❤︎❤︎ warnings: arguably one of the darkest chapters. things will get better before the chapter’s end. dubcon (wyndham’s bride is very into it but there’s definitely an argument for coercion here), lots of non-affectionate degradation and name-calling (slut, whore, etc), bad dom/sub dynamics, choking, hair pulling, pussy slapping, spanking, overstimulation. single, brief threat of mutilation. use of claws. continued references to non-sexual child abuse and grooming. animal/pet death. canon-typical violence.

chapter three. rasque.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ a daring escape. ❤︎ warnings: references to the last chapter’s violence. big regrets. sexual fantasies. cutting (to remove a tracking device). some aftercare.

chapter four. anthrodynia. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the monster regrets. ❤︎ warnings: aftercare. references to chapter two’s violence. regret. sexual fantasies and general horniness. references to food restriction/dieting.

chapter five. o'erpine. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ a conflict arises. a series of truths come out. ✩ warnings: a few descriptions of physical nausea/pre-vomiting. it’s been less than a day since chapter two so we’ve still got a lot of regret to process. descriptions of leftover physical pain and references to some of the rough/hate-sex from chapter two. discussion of non-sexual child abuse and controlling behaviors/manipulation. discussion of pet death and intentionally self-inflicted allergic reactions. brief flashbacks to lylla’s execution.

chapter six. lockheartedness.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl and the monster get to know one another. a little bit. ✩ warnings: leftover regret. descriptions of child abuse/grooming (specifically gaslighting, blaming, and pet/animal death).

chapter seven. starlorn. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl pleads her case. ✩ warnings: self-injury (biting), continued references to grooming and confinement. rocket’s explicit running commentary and the faintest whisper of d/s vibes. brief mention of bondage.

chapter eight. keep. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the monster dreams. pearl makes a den. ✩ warnings: references to canonical medical trauma. as usual, rocket’s a degenerate.

chapter nine. mal de coucou.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl and the monster make landing-plans. pearl gets a massage from her survivor. ❤︎ warnings: description of hand surgery/butchery. massages and the resulting fantasies.

chapter ten. querinous.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket and pearl go shopping on cyxlore. ✩ warnings: just rocket's anxiety.

chapter eleven. hailbound.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl adopts a stray. rocket falls for a sovereign. ✩ warnings: still just rocket's anxiety.

chapter twelve. ochisia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket decides to make sure pearl doesn't think she can replace him. ❤︎ warnings: guided masturbation. mild exhibitionism/voyeruism. praise. light d/s vibes.

chapter thirteen. heartspur.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket and pearl get into a fight. rocket shares a secret. ✩ warnings: canon-typical violence against animals. brief description of surgical violence. rocket’s a real piece of work.

chapter fourteen. ghough.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl teaches rocket and groot about abilisks. rocket helps her relieve some stress. ❤︎ warnings: talk of genocide and wyndham’s other experiments. grinding, dirty talk, praise. mentions of gagging (with panties). slight degradation/use of the terms “slut”/“whore” (affectionate).

chapter fifteen. soufrise.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl teaches rocket to speak groot. ✩ warnings: would it even be a rocket fanfic without a lil post-orgasm angst?

chapter sixteen. craxis.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl considers the problem of sovereign. ❤︎❤︎ warnings: smutty-smut while rocket wears his cute lil goggles. cockwarming. dirty-talk. praise. mentions of gagging and one light spank. use of “slut”/”whore” (affectionate). aftercare.

chapter seventeen. keyframe.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ a raccoon, a girl, and a kylosian walk into a sovereign throneroom. ✩ warnings: brief glimpses into rocket’s typically-filthy thoughts, pearl’s anxiety, and wyndham’s dickishness.

chapter eighteen. attriage.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl is a brat. ❤︎❤︎ warnings: so much smut. cunnilingus, d/s vibes, praise, slight degradation, use of “slut”/“whore”/"brat" (affectionate). edging, mentions of pussy-slapping. playful bites. overstim. aftercare. maybe a lil bit of top-drop.

chapter nineteen. tiris.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket and pearl develop something of a tradition. the trio argues, and the kylosian has a request. ✩ warnings: rocket’s a degenerate. dirty-talk and teasing while panty-shopping, with the threat of being overheard. brief description of fantasies. angst.

chapter twenty. foilsick. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket is outnumbered. the abilisks arrive. ✩ warnings: bit of a panic attack, complete with a lot of angst and self-loathing. mentions of past self-harm.

chapter twenty-one. puntkick.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ diplomacy is attempted. ✩ warnings: heightened trauma-related anxiety. general insecurity.

chapter twenty-two. falesia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl is punished. ❤︎‬❤︎ warnings: continued trauma-related anxiety & general insecurity. smutty-smut with a safeword discussion, d/s vibes, “punishment” (affectionate), nipple play (discussion of clamps), and orgasm control/delay. followed by soft romantic sex with a tiny bit of overstim, && tons of dirty talk as per frickin’ usual.

chapter twenty-three. xeno.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the high evolutionary's flawless pearl chats with the daughter of thanos. ✩ warnings: pearl’s still dealing with the triggering environment of the dreadnought. mentions of torture.

chapter twenty-four. nighthawk.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl gets lost. rocket finds her. ✩ warnings: abuse against animals, discussion of torture and surgery. angst & trauma. tiny bit of rocket being a degenerate.

chapter twenty-five. kairosclerosis.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the crew finds peace on alon-gim, but all things are temporary. ❤︎❤︎ warnings: cunnilingus, begging, rocket’s fantasies, fellatio. a fight + angst. rocket can’t let himself be happy for long.

chapter twenty-six. nodrophobia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the crew travels to knowhere. the experience is explosive. ✩‬ [NEW 11/14] warnings: this chapter uses descriptive imagery that may be reminiscent of residential and urban environments impacted by bombings, warfare, or natural disasters like earthquakes.

chapter twenty-seven. la gaudière.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ someone steals from the collector. ✩‬ [est mid feb] warnings: headwounds and near-death experiences. regret and angst. woundcare. some comfort. this chapter uses descriptive imagery that may be reminiscent of residential and urban environments impacted by bombings, warfare, or natural disasters like earthquakes.

chapter twenty-eight. momophobia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ bathtime confessions. ✩‬ [est late feb] warnings: angst & comfort. woundcare. discussion of animal surgery & medical torture.

chapter twenty-nine. amoransia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ nebula gives rocket advice. pearl picks up where she left off. ❤︎‬❤︎ [date tbd] warnings: d/s dynamics, safeword discussion, blindfold, subspace, fellatio, overstim. praise. mild degradation (use of slut/whore, affectionate). dirty talk. brief mention of pussy-spanking, face-fucking. aftercare.

chapter thirty. dolorblindness.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl uncovers a lie. ✩ [date tbd] warnings: angst. discussion of gaslighting, murder, grooming. discussion of self-harm (biting).

chapter thirty-one. anderance. skidding. dolonia. ⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the crew collects on a xeronian bounty. ❤︎‬❤︎ [date tbd] warnings: smut. spanking. pussy-slapping.

chapter thirty-two. holiette. heartmoor. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the crew drops groot off on planet x. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings: discussion of genocide.

chapter thirty-three. mauerbauertraurigkeit. liberosis. tenderhooks. ⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket hates having feelings. nebula... empathizes. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-four. heartworm.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ the dreadnought lands on fron. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-five. etherness. dolonia. .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ siblings of all varieties are reunited. nebula reveals a secret. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-six. evertheless.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ pearl comforts rocket. rocket is certain that this is as good as it gets. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings: bondage. breathplay. spanking and pussy-slapping. cunnilingus.

chapter thirty-seven. immerensis. fardle-din. ⋆☁︎ :･꧂ our heroes are invited to a ravager wedding. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings: angst and heartbreak.

chapter thirty-eight. fellchaser.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ he's coming. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter thirty-nine. hubilance. ⋆☁︎ :･꧂ nebula says goodbye. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter forty. tillid.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ allies arrive. the war begins. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter forty-one. antiophobia.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ rocket finally stops acting like a moron. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter forty-two. suente.⋆☁︎ :･꧂ a trap isn't a trap if you know it's a trap — it's a face off. unless it's a betrayal. [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

chapter forty-three. suerza. beloiter. mornden. ⋆☁︎ :･꧂ . [rating tbd] [date tbd] warnings:

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raccoonfallsharder · 3 months ago

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Safe For Work Masterlist

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(reminder: it's rocket raccoon all the time)

below you'll find sfw rocket fanfics! ♡ they're mostly one-shots featuring gn readers (no use of "y/n"), though there are a few exceptions. this list is organized alphabetically, with word count noted. stories range from very platonic to fairly suggestive/spicy. please check individual posts for any additional warnings or context.

(still figuring out how to arrange the main masterlist because i’m close to maxing out my links — which says something shameful about me i think)

all fics are COMPLETE unless otherwise noted.

more detail about what you can expect from my fiction

relevant ratings key: fluff ✮ | spice ✩

check out the navigation & full fanfiction pages for links to future projects and expected updates, other recommended writers in the fandom, my rocket fan art, writing tips, marvel critique, fic previews, new posts, etc ♡

Autopilot Systems Check ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,406. reader wakes up in the middle of the night and rocket is nowhere to be found. mcu-based, post-endgame. | anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

bite. ✮✩ low-grade spice & fluff | gn reader | word count: 2,266. you run into a familiar stranger at your place of work and end up flirting madly. or, a raccoon walks into a bar. | rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

close call. ✩ low-grade spice | gn reader | ~2000ish words. you and rocket are on a mission. a distraction is required. mcu with a splash of comics-rocket vibes. | ♡ kiss kiss ♡ BANG BANG

cold hands, warm thighs. ✩ spice | gn reader | word count: 5,122. the best thing about landing on cold planets is the warming-up part afterward. for @/leresq. see post for warnings. | autumn comfort collection.

Critical Interview Questions for Potential Crewmates ✩ | ❤︎❤︎ varies | f!reader | word count: 6,111 - 6,723. you take rocket on a fall-themed date. unbeknownst to you, he also has plans: specifically, to introduce you to some potential roommates. just pumpkin-spiced, apple-scented, maple-flavored FLUFF. sfw & nsfw versions are side-by-side as two chapters in the same ao3 work (they are basically identical so there is no need to read both.) see post for clarifying info and context | part four of Domestic Scenes in Space Travel ✩°｡ ⋆

emotionalistic. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 570. bubbles & other intangible barriers. or, rocket cries during midnights on knowhere. | rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

explosives. ✩ spice | rocket x f!oc | word count: 187. rocket smells nice. pearl has questions. | rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ collection.

family. ✮ semi-romantic fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,274. one year ago today, the star children were liberated from the arête. the people of knowhere celebrate. | rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

flight lessons. ✩ low-grade spice | gn reader | 2,893 words. you learn how to fly rocket's ship. rocket learns how to be a better teacher. | ♡ kiss kiss ♡ BANG BANG

frostnip. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,880. you teach rocket about appropriate winterwear. mcu-based. i think. this might change. | see borealis: year one ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆ for warnings & context.

home. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 661. rocket has always considers home to be a place he can never reach. until home reaches for him. | rocket prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

hurts. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 626. a quiet moment of comfort after a battle with badoons. rocket sees a ghost (it's you). | rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊

mistletoe avoidance. ✩ spice | gn reader | oneshot | word count: 5,903. rocket's getting sick of all these #@$%ing kisses. ❅ peppermint-sweet winterspice romantic fluff. skottie-young-comics-based. | borealis: year two

negotiations. ✩ mid-grade spice | gn reader | ~1800ish words. you and rocket make a deal (not for the first time). eidos-inspired, a little more suggestive. | ♡ kiss kiss ♡ BANG BANG

one to keep. ✩ fluff, really | gn reader | drabble | ~950ish words. you always give rocket two presents. mcu-based fluff. | ♡ kiss kiss ♡ BANG BANG

practice ✩ spice | gn reader | word count: 1,684. you're not quite as good as rocket when it comes to braiding. luckily, he's a kind and benevolent soul who just wants to give you the chance to improve. see post for warnings | anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

sweet dreams. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 6,418. a sequel to traditions from borealis ❆ year one (but can be read as a standalone). rocket comes to visit for his annual winter-holiday-nap. you have some new gifts to offer up. ❅ this is just pure fluffyfluff, twice as soft and sweet as a half-melted marshmallow in a cocoa-cup. | borealis: year two ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆

take what you need. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: varies.[each chapter is an individual, complete oneshot.] the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself. rocket bullies you for your own good. accepting requests via reblogs, asks, and tumblr & ao3 comments.

a terran's guide to holodating. ✩ low-grade spice | gn reader | 4,086 words. online dating sucks pretty much throughout the universe. | ♡ kiss kiss ♡ BANG BANG

ugly sweater. ✩ suggestive! spice | gn reader | word count: 5,196. rocket might make fun of your holiday attire, but he kind of wishes you'd wear it more often. | see borealis: year one ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆ for warnings & context.

warm compress ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 3,432. you've taken care of rocket when he's been hurt in the past. when he comes to visit you and finds you tired, in pain, and less-than-receptive to company, he decides to return the favor. see post for warnings. | anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆

what's on the horizon? future projects

fairylight divider & support banners by @/saradika-graphics & raccoon divider by @/thecutestgrotto

#rfh masterlist #rfh fluff #rocket raccoon #gotg #rocket raccoon fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #gotg fanfiction #rfh spice #gotg rocket #fanfiction masterlist #rocket raccoon x you #rocket racoon x reader #rocketraccoon

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raccoonfallsharder · 4 months ago

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cicatrix.⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter twenty-six. nodrophobia. [NEW 11/14] ✩

the crew travels to knowhere. the experience is explosive. see warnings below.

The barstool she’s perched on, right at the counter in the Boot of Jemiah, seems to be the best place to experience it all. If only it weren’t for the low wrenching clench of misery, anyway. “Watch it,” Rocket snaps, tugging her cardigan back over the makeshift holster he’d had her strap around her thigh. “You’re gonna get the frickin’ thing stolen before you even get a chance to use it—”

If I need to use it, she thinks mutinously, but doesn’t say. “Try this,” Drax suggests loudly, plunking a giant stein down in front of her. Something that manages to be both tarry and foamy sloshes over the lip. “She don’t need that.” Rocket’s words are sharp. “It’ll peel off her goddamn insides.” She tilts her head and studies it curiously, raising her voice to be heard over the tumult of voices around them. “Really?” “Nah,” says the barkeep distractedly, wiping down the counters with two hands and pouring drinks with the other three. Jemiah himself, pearl remembers. “But I doubt you’ve got the — hey! Shitbags! No feeding the—” He curses, and flips up part of the counter to stalk out toward a mass of gamblers gathered around a table a few strides away. “You ain’t got the constitution for it,” Rocket finishes for him, sneering into his own drink. Pearl stares at the stein longingly, and then swipes a finger through the sludgy foam and pops it in her mouth. And chokes. “It’s good, is it not?” Drax asks eagerly, voice raised over the chaos, and Rocket cackles.

read more on ao3 | masterlist, notes, & moodboard thanks for being patient with me ♡ also i keep playing with these little moodboards so you will see more variations on them all lol

WARNINGS for this chapter: this chapter uses descriptive imagery that may be reminiscent of residential and urban environments impacted by bombings, warfare, or natural disasters like earthquakes.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics | pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

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raccoonfallsharder · 5 months ago

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need an oc of yours with a tooth gap🙏🙏🙏

ahhh the tooth gap ~ a highly underrated beauty trait. what’s cuter than a gap-toothed smile? the little crooked bites? the tongue tucked against the back of the gap when the person is thinking or laughing?

A+ reminder nonnie thankyou ♡♡♡

if you’re asking about me drawing other people’s OCs and wanting to see one with a tooth gap, i’m mentally composing a portrait of @starriidreams's jazper right now (working on longer pieces is hard these days though so it may take a while, but @starriidreams has their own gorgeous/adorable art of jaz on their blog)

if you’re looking for one of my own OCs ~ meet noa knox, my oc from other duties as assigned ▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★.

★♫｡°𝄞☕︎✎▤ other duties as assigned▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★ 18+ only | rocket x f!oc | ?? | word count: pending. natasha romanoff is an administrative nightmare - a fact that does not go unnoticed by the (interim) captain of the milano. First she demands that the remaining two guardians of the galaxy be reachable via a primitive terran messaging system, and then she can't be bothered to read the frickin' emails. thank fuck she's hired a new assistant. mcu-based, slight au, begins five months post-snap; rocket x oc email romance/LDR (lol); slow burn + probable smut with feelings.

noa’s story probably won’t start being posted till next spring ‘cause it’s longform and i gotta finish cicatrix first. it’s also been hard to write for two reasons: the story’s extra-personal for me, and i don’t know how it ends yet. but noa’s great. very mom/big-sister-friend, super-organized and capable (to her detriment), a little bit of a nihilist, super-traumatized, very funny (imo), sweet on rocket. some chronic pain/illness she’s dealing with; would like to be anywhere but earth thank you very much. plus she’s got curly hair and a cute tooth gap + very stylish glasses.

thanks for the happy reminder that tooth gaps exist in this world, nonnie. it’s always nice to be reminded of lovely things ♡

#rfh asks #TOOTH GAPS THO #original character #rfh art #original character art #other duties as assigned #gotg oc

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xeno .⋆☁︎:･꧂ preview

[anticipated 10/3] ✩

NEW gift art (i'm CRYING). adorable pearl x rocket selfie from @starriidreams and a sexy, steamy waterlily pearl x rocket painting from @hibatasblog. ♡♡♡ seriously, so so beautiful.

the high evolutionary’s flawless pearl chats with the daughter of thanos.

“Do you like coffee?” pearl asks instead, changing the subject. She purses one corner of her mouth. “Rocket’s looks awful—” “I am Groot,” Groot protests with a gasp. “—and I never learned how to make it from beans, but I could bring you some, if you like. We have juice and—” She hesitates. Would Rocket be okay with her offering it? “And morningtea, if you like.” Her mouth twists to one side. “I can see if the medbay has moonmint in stock—“ The Luphomoid flinches — then face shutters, stoic once more. Even so, her dark eyes stay sealed on pearl as she eats.

“There are other drinks, as well,” Drax speaks up from behind her. “Asgardian and Sovereign liquors and wines in the officers’ commons, and barrels of ale in one of the cargo holds with other food stores.” He pauses, and even though pearl isn’t looking at him, she can hear the hiccup of his sudden backtracking. “Not that you deserve any of it, Daughter of Thanos.” The Luphomoid finally breaks from her temporary stoicism, rolling her eyes. “Water is fine,” she rasps, and tilts her head. “Didn’t you plan to kill me, anyway?” she demands of Drax. Pearl twists to slant her own eyes sideways up at him. “I still do,” Drax says fervently — then shrugs. “I will use this time on the Dreadnought to convince Rocket and the Terran princess that I deserve the right to claim your life in retribution for the murders of my wife and my daughter. Ronan should suffer as I have done.” The Luphomoid stares at him, then barks a strange, hoarse sound. “Your plan for revenge on Ronan is to kill me?” Drax inclines his chin. “A family-member for a family-member.” The Luphomoid’s sneer is ugly. “Ronan doesn’t see me as family, you idiot. Ronan doesn’t see anyone as family.” Pearl can see Drax’s stumble, the sudden confusion in his dark eyes. “When you battle with someone at your side, you’re family.” The cyborg scoffs and turns back to her food, and Drax’s brow clears. “I suppose… Ronan is only a puppet after all. The true person I must avenge Ovette and Kamariah against is Thanos.” His eyes narrow. “And you are a Daughter of Thanos.” The Luphomoid rolls her eyes again. “A least-favorite daughter for an only-daughter?” she rasps. Cynicism crackles on the gravelled edge of her voice. “Seems like a bad trade.” Again, Drax falters, and the cyborg takes the last bite of the yaro-root filling, mopping up what remains of Kylosian-spiced gravy. Then she shoves the flex-bowl back across the floor toward pearl and leans upward, peering at the Kylosian. “Get me out of these chains and off this ship,” she hisses through her teeth, “and I’ll take you to Thanos’ most-favorite daughter.”

from chapter twenty-three. xeno. ✩ ‬ cicatrix masterlist.⋆☁︎:･꧂

WARNINGS for this chapter: pearl’s still dealing with the triggering environment of the dreadnought. mentions of torture.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

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raccoonfallsharder · 4 months ago

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cicatrix.⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter twenty-five. kairosclerosis. [NEW 10/24] ❤︎❤︎

the crew finds peace on alon-gim, but all things are temporary. see warnings below.

“You’re really pushing this whole brat thing,” he drawls, though it’s a lie. Everytime she shows that thread of a backbone, he just wants to reward her. Twice as much when her pupils bloom in her moonsilver irises: little lovely eclipses, like they are right now. She licks her lower lip, and it glistens like it’s waiting to be bitten. “You could… punish me again?” she suggests breathily, her lashes suddenly heavy on her eyes.

For fuck’s sake, he thinks. The only reason he doesn’t think he must’ve died and gone to some kind of heaven is because he knows he’d never deserve one of the better afterlifes. “I could,” he agrees, all mock-consideration. “Maybe tie you up, nice and tight. Gag you with those panties, finally.” She shifts under the covers — rubbing her thighs together, he thinks. He tries not to groan. “Or,” she offers cautiously, like she thinks he’s going to say no to whatever’s about to come out of her gorgeous mouth, “you could teach me to kiss you.” Her cheeks are scintillating-bright and his own eyes flare down to hers, locking on to those blown-out, starless pupils. “To, uhm—” Her face screws up, like she’s trying to remember something she’d heard, once. “—to suck your dick.” For fuck’s sake.

read more on ao3 | masterlist, notes, & moodboard AHHHHH THE ANGST SO SORRY

WARNINGS for this chapter: cunnilingus, begging, rocket’s fantasies, fellatio. a fight + angst. rocket can’t let himself be happy for long.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics | pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

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raccoonfallsharder · 5 months ago

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cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter twenty-three. xeno. [NEW 10/3] ✩

NEW gift art (STILL CRYING). adorable pearl x rocket selfie by @starriidreams steamy/emotional waterlily pearl x rocket painting by @hibatasblog

the high evolutionary’s flawless pearl chats with the daughter of thanos.

“Please, Rocket,” she says softly. “She needs to eat. Or at least,” she hesitates, “I need to make sure she has the opportunity.” His eyes hold hers — red as magma and equally warm, melting against her as he scrutinizes her. Then he sighs dramatically. “Nothing sharp,” he tells her. “Flex-dishware and utensils only.” He scowls. “Can’t even have you take a weapon ‘cause she’d probably get it outta your hands in two seconds flat.” Pearl offers a tentative smile. “I don’t need a weapon when I have Groot.” Rocket looks at Groot pointedly, right as the Taluhnisan chomps on a mouthful of leaves growing off his own arm. Her survivor’s brow creases painfully and he casts her a withering glare.

“Take the Destroyer, too,” he decides, his voice grim as he turns cabin to the starshield and glides them smoothly through another jump. “Me?” Drax says, sounding startled and pleased. Pearl winces. She likes the Kylosian, but his plans for the Luphomoid make her nervous. “I thought you didn’t trust him.” “I don’t,” Rocket says flatly, and Drax lets out a wounded gasp. “But we are friends—“ “But I do believe he’ll kill her if she acts up.” Drax pauses in his protests, then squares his shoulders proudly. “That is true.” “It’ll be hard to have a real conversation with her if she’s feeling threatened.” She tries to sound coaxing. Rocket only snorts. “Making sure she don’t feel threatened is not a frickin’ priority for me,” he says drily.

read more on ao3 | masterlist, notes, & moodboard welp this is just sad

WARNINGS for this chapter: pearl’s still dealing with the triggering environment of the dreadnought. mentions of torture.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics | pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

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let me love your OCs

to request a doodle, read and reblog this post. (currently CLOSED) art masterlist | navigation | fiction masterlist current queue | rocket art | my OCs

petra quill, j'me, petra again | moon, juno, rose ♡

doodle requests are currently CLOSED.

i reserve the right to choose & reorganize my queue based on wherever inspiration strikes (it's not that i don't like your OC ~ it's just that my creativity is a fickle thing). i do tend to most enjoy drawing humanoid femmes with reckless hair in the gotg fandom, so they will probably get priority.

avery, jolie, fleuret, chérie | ken, brita, star, akira | ember, mori, magril, dori

see below the cut for the whole list!~

Akira (@bakaotakulife) look at this shiny blue-haired badass. she has such an interesting backstory and you'll want to follow her creator to find out more about what happens next, i'm just saying.

Avery Malloli (@evolvingchaoswitch) is a fuckin badass bar-owner with sexy arm-muscles and tattoos and both i and jolie have crushes on them.

Brita (@pretty-chips) is such a pure, delightfully fun character with record-store-clerk vibes. Thank you for letting me draw her. She is a glowing sunbeam-soul. ♡ another Brita wearing a terran t-shirt gifted to her by my oc, Jolie Spinner

Chérie (Cherry) (@aliasrocket) I have a crush. 10/10 would attempt to flirt with (badly). Thank you so much for creating her and letting me doodle her! Dori (@funkydancingdinosaur ) i have deeply loved having the chance to draw and paint tadoria. they are so rad and i love their bioluminescent fucken eyes. i may end up having to draw them again at some point just to play with those eyes again. so fuckin cool

Ember (@thirteens-lucky-tardis) this girl is a fucking dragon. she’s got such interesting background lore and she’s cool as fuck. i vow i will, someday, draw her wings. truly a rich and interesting oc with great interactions with rocket! thank you gif letting me doodle her! ♡ another ember & rocket scene, featuring ember’s gorgeous wings and amazing stained-glass shadow. i love her so much!

Erit (@hipothermia) is a super-interesting cat-like alien with some mind-control powers, gorgeous patterning, and she's besties with rocket (i get it. they both like to annoy quill.) SUPER cool character, SUPER fun to draw! ♡♡

Fleuret (@elegant-fleuret) is my personal caffeine deity. i now pray to her for the ability to scrape myself out of bed and for deliverance from coffee crashes. she is also the dj of knowhere which is possibly the coolest fucking job in the universe and i would like to be her friend.

Jazper Lunar Solheart (@starriidreams) is a kickass relvoith princess who glows gold, shoots golden energy blasts, heals and levitates... and is just cute as fuck. i mean, look at them! it has been a gift to be permitted to draw them. ♡ ♡ another jazper. i think i learned some new tricks and i was't fully satisfied with my original drawing so uhhhhhm a new one! (plus, like, they're just so much FUN to draw/paint. the glowing little cheeks-swirls are ♡♡♡

J'me (@caesarhamato22) is a badass babe and i loved getting to try some new things and make up some guns. plus making something for jay is like. making an offering to a god. such a fucken honor ♡ a j'me + rocket scene, picking their next planet to stop on

Jolie (Window Across the Galaxy) - my gremlin child. just some scritchy-scratchy character concepts. feel free not to look if you want to imagine Jo in your own way. ♡ another series of low-rent jolies ♡ the "real" Jolie doodle - refined, finished, && in color ♡ a favorite scene of Jolie & Rocket (Chapter IV. Got There First.) ♡ i just wanted to add other folks' beautiful art of jolie here too. i am so grateful for these treasures ♡♡

very first portrait of jolie by @raccoonmybeloved ~ so fucking cute i died

sims of jo by @evolvingchaoswitch ~ particularly love her paint-spattered outfit

an absolutely drool-worthy nsfw of rocket & jolie by @lazarel-3000 that permanently has altered my brain chemistry and lives in my mind forever ♡♡♡

Juno (@lazarel-3000) is one of my favorite OCs ever. she is everything. i want to be her && i want to date her (unfortunately she only has eyes for rocket). ♡ a rough little juno sketch because i just love her that much (+ it was a birthday thing!) ♡ another juno [NSFW], covered in sparklies, per one of my fave scenes from The All of You ♡ my favorite juno so far ~ a lineless portrait. she's so fuckin gorgeous and i cannot get enough of her!

Jupiter Nrutas (@frostedwitch ) is such a fuckin badass. would 10000% bring a fifth of whiskey to her scrapyard on knowhere and shoot the shit while rocket picks through whatever tech and ship-parts she's currently got lying around.

Ken (@thismonthshyperfixation) ken is a very rad-as-hell woodworker who meets pete on terra. they go on a space-road-trip to knowhere so ken can meet rocket. they have very cool hair and tattoos and i wanna hang out with them and talk about making stuff

Magril (@rxin3akamallory) i have so enjoyed getting to know magril over the months that rxin3 has been patiently waiting for this doodle. she's such a clever, resourceful, resilient little sweetheart, an opossum, and a halfworld refugee who escaped via a ravager ship. plus her eye is a camera?? i love her!!

Dr Meti Geer (@luci-j) look, if you wanna read a VERY charming and hilarious fanfiction series about a half-celestial feline(ish) genius and chief veterinarian of knowhere who almost break's rocket's junk by falling off a roof and then accidentally married my favorite raccoon, you need to check out meti's story. i love getting to try my hand at drawing the illustrious dr geer and i am grateful for the opportunity to try and practice my extremely-limited hand at anthropomorphic characters. HE'S SO CUTE

Moon (@glow-autumz) with Rose (see below). Thank you for letting me draw these two lovelies. You know I headcanon them as interdimensional besties ♡ ♡ another Moon (@glow-autumz) Thank you again for letting me illustrate some of Moon's rad powers. i am OBSESSED. I appreciate so much you bringing her to life! ♡ a Moon-Mermaid (@glow-autumz) because she has captured my imagination. Thank you for letting me continue to doodle your amazing, gravity-defying, gorgeous-haired girl!

Mori (@blueberrysquire) this adorable badass is an alien space psychologist who focuses on shepherding folks across the threshold of life and death. they live incredibly long and their lore is rad as fuck. i took way too long to draw this character but they are an absolute delight and you should read more about them!

Petra Quill [NSFW] (@hibatasblog) so this version of peter is rad as hell and i wanted to draw them in their seductive shi'ar lingerie. petra quill is the darling version of peter quill who features large in all of this author's rocket x fanfiction and i love them. this particular sequence is from casino royale and you should check them out on ao3! ♡ another Petra (+Rocket!), chilling on the eclector (@hibatasblog) a scene starring the two babies from hibata's fanfic entanglement. it's truly the warmest hug of a story and you should all read it ASAP. (this is actually a complete art piece, with like a background and everything lol)

Rose (@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr ) & Moon (see above) Thank you for letting me draw these two lovelies. You know I headcanon them as interdimensional besties ♡ ♡ Another Rose (@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr) because I love her so, so much. aka rose gets her wings back

Star (@cleo-is-babygirl) is a pure fluffy little sundrop and a brilliant self-taught medic/surgeon. she is also the first tanuki/anthropomorphic animal i have drawn other than rocket so i was very nervous but i did my best. thank you for letting me try something new and expand my experience, friend!

Tessa Udonta (@guardian-angel12) is a metallic badass, a survivor of the high evolutionary and the kree, and a ravager. i adored getting the chance to draw her, especially with her silver eyes ♡♡♡ absolute goddess.

#let me love your ocs #i just love drawing pretty girls #rfh art #other people's characters #gotg oc #rocket x oc #original character #space princess #gotg fanart #rocket raccoon fanfiction #gotg fanfiction #guardians of the galaxy #reader insert #rocket racoon x reader #fan art #rfh masterlist

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