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OKAY! So, after some good old fashioned depression with a hint of possible eviction, I'm finally back! Sorry for the impromptu absence. I just had to step back from everything and focus on getting things back in order. But I'm back, happy, and ready to write!

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" Hey, believe it or not, I can be very convincing. " After all, lying is almost second nature to the Guardian at this point. What made it even easier was the inexperience with his bull that the new crew had. Stunts like this would quickly get them caught up for sure, but he was determined to milk this for as long as possible. It's not like he took advantage of it that often anyway. And with the gear he planned to take off these thug's hands, technically he was telling the truth.

" Who needs subtlety? We're gonna blow it up anyway. Might as well get a head start. " One of the things he did miss about his mercenary work was the ability to destroy things and not have to worry about consequences. Of course he would jump on this opportunity to do so under the Guardian name.

“ oh, i told ‘em to sit this one out. or, i should say they have no idea i’m here. they think i’m out buyin’ supplies. ” There was certainly a level of confidence and mischief present in his tone. Being captain had its perks. They were certainly capable of the task at hand. Otherwise they wouldn’t be on the crew. To say this rendezvous was a nostalgic revisiting of the Thanos times would not be wholly inaccurate. The absence of Quill and the gang may have been the catalyst for this impromptu team up. He’d never admit it though.

“ that’s all the reason i need. ” From the intel he collected about this place, there’d be plenty of people ripe for the punching. Weapons manufacturing plants overseen by ruthless tyrants were quite known for it in fact. While shutting it down was a priority, he mostly agreed to this job to steal stuff. No need to work for free, right? He may be a guardian, but there are just certain itches that yearn to be scratched once in a while.

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The recently promoted captain accompanies the hybrid into the humble home. It was a far cry from the earthly dwellings he had found himself in in the past. Obviously the Avengers base sets the bar pretty high for what could be. Even if it was humans that made it. There's an audible scoff at the audacity of Quill's words.

" Don't get ahead of yourself Quill. I'm only here 'cuz the crew keeps asking for new music. And I only came here 'cuz I knew YOU missed me. Had to stop ya from looking worse. Can't imagine a human missing a raccoon would look good. " There is certainly a playful bite to those words. Deception also underlines his tone, and if that tearful goodbye was to be remembered, that deception would be easy to see through.

" i doubt that. groot's about as big as a flarkin' buildin' now. " If these kids were capable of destroying someone as big as groot, then perhaps he may have been justified in blasting them. Though, they did have quite the capacity for destruction. It would almost be admirable were that chaotic force not trapped in such an annoying package.

" so quill, how you likin' it back on Earth? i figured you'd get bored and come back by now. being a human is so boring ... no offense. " That was definitely meant as an insult. Even after spending so much time on the planet and saving it from partial genocide, he still didn't like them. It may have been perhaps they reminded him of his creator. Maybe it was just that they sucked. No one could really say one way or the other, including him.

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There were very few ideas that came to mind that would lead anyone to stow away on the ship of the Guardians. None of them were good. Quite frankly, they were very idiotic, especially given who the new captain was. Rocket was far less opposed to wanton violence than his hybrid predecessor. Exposing that inclination immediately was not on his list of priorities. Far better to have a little fun instead. There was nothing else going on after all.

" How about you press that button and find out? What's the worst that can happen? " A confident smirk tugs at the corners of his mouth, eyes steadily fixed on her. While the option of shooting was very much on the table, this was a much more entertaining route.

all manners were forgotten when she's joined the ravagers -- you took what you wanted and fought tooth and nail to keep your prize. So when the opportunity arises to grab something so shiny and new and obviously worth a lot , Cherri doesn't hesitate. Pockets are already shoved to the brim with small trinkets that once belonged to someone on this ship.

Normally it wouldn't be an issue for her to hide out of everyones' way , but it's a cough that makes her known.

" I ain't givin' it back. " she says , as matter-of-factly as she could. But then , there's a thought that's processed , the metal hand of hers holds the object , but there's no intent of giving it back. " what even is it? "

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( something , something , starter call -- accepting )

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" run fast for your m o t h e r... run fast for your f a t h e r... "

i n d i e & s e l e c t i v e r o c k e t r a c c o o n RP b l o g. loved and shot by josh. promo made by the lovely @hyruleshop

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" oh, i told 'em to sit this one out. or, i should say they have no idea i'm here. they think i'm out buyin' supplies. " There was certainly a level of confidence and mischief present in his tone. Being captain had its perks. They were certainly capable of the task at hand. Otherwise they wouldn't be on the crew. To say this rendezvous was a nostalgic revisiting of the Thanos times would not be wholly inaccurate. The absence of Quill and the gang may have been the catalyst for this impromptu team up. He'd never admit it though.

" that's all the reason i need. " From the intel he collected about this place, there'd be plenty of people ripe for the punching. Weapons manufacturing plants overseen by ruthless tyrants were quite known for it in fact. While shutting it down was a priority, he mostly agreed to this job to steal stuff. No need to work for free, right? He may be a guardian, but there are just certain itches that yearn to be scratched once in a while.

HEAD TILTS A FEW INCHES  to the right,  her eyebrow raises as she crosses her arms over her chest.  Thankfully,  they  both  know she doesn’t need to say anything.  There are a few sets of heroes that she’d follow without question   (   well,  mostly   )   &  the Guardians are at the  TOP  of that list.  

❛   The  only  reason why I agreed to this is so I can punch the shit out of someone  …  so let’s make it happen,  all right ?   ❜     Carol says,  it’s been a while since she’s gotten into a bit of  TROUBLE  &  she’s looking forward to it.     ❛   Guess I’ll follow your lead.  Wait,  where’s the rest of your crew ?   ❜     Not like they need any backup,  but in case she needs to keep tabs on anyone. 

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" i doubt that. groot's about as big as a flarkin' buildin' now. " If these kids were capable of destroying someone as big as groot, then perhaps he may have been justified in blasting them. Though, they did have quite the capacity for destruction. It would almost be admirable were that chaotic force not trapped in such an annoying package.

" so quill, how you likin' it back on Earth? i figured you'd get bored and come back by now. being a human is so boring ... no offense. " That was definitely meant as an insult. Even after spending so much time on the planet and saving it from partial genocide, he still didn't like them. It may have been perhaps they reminded him of his creator. Maybe it was just that they sucked. No one could really say one way or the other, including him.

IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE to know that school had just been let out. A bruised ego bubbled up to the surface as he stood surrounded by young, noisy humans. Had a rather pointed threat not been issued beforehand, there was a statistical certainty that they would have been touching his fur already. They should find themselves quite fortunate that the raccoon was a guardian, because his level of annoyance rose with every high pitched word from their mouths. And with Phlya on his team now, it was an impressive feat.

Rocket wasn't even aware that Quill was approaching him in that moment. All he could gather through the crowd was an adult rushing towards him, speaking far too softly to be heard over the cacophony of child-like wonder surrounding him. It wasn't until the hybrid was pretty much in the crowd that he finally noticed.

" quill, help me before i start blastin'. . . " Yeah, he was definitely not enjoying the attention. And though that threat was quite shallow, every second felt it getting more and more serious.

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" I am just impressed that a creature like you can be so aggresive."

" and what's that supposed to mean humie? " Others calling him aggressive was never really a good thing. At least, it was never meant in a complimenting way. So naturally, he would take offense.

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we have written together one way or another for many years now and i just want you to know that your portrayal of Rocket is by far one of my absolute favorites in the world! hope you know that you rip my heart out in the best way whenever you say anything about him and just!! keep up the good work! <3

OMG WHAT?! this was so unexpected and so nice! thank you so much for this. i'm so glad you enjoy my rocket portrayal cuz' i worry about it constantly. this made me so happy when i saw it. i definitely feel the same about your Peter. the love you put into him is extremely apparent and your writing is top notch. hopefully i can continue to rip your heart out in the best way. thanks again <3

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there's a reason that Rocket mispronounces words the way he does. over his time with the High Evolutionary, he was corrected on a regular basis on the way he pronounces words. the reason he mispronounces things on a regular basis is to separate himself from that vain attempt at perfection. given his intellect, he clearly knows how to speak properly. he definitely and purposely betrays that intellect as a method of keeping himself as far away from his creator's ideals as possible.

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the death scene Rocket goes through is so emotional for a number of reasons. this, however, is the icing on the cake for me. if you remember in endgame, Rocket was almost crushed to death by the Avengers tower and tried desperately to free himself. he cried out to be saved, terrified of the idea of dying. however, in that death scene, there's a very different desire. he accepts his death for a number of reasons that are all revealed during this scene.

for one, he still hangs on the unbearable amount of guilt over the death of his first friends. regardless of the evil of the High Evolutionary and his cronies, he still blames himself completely for their deaths. they were going to die anyway the next day, but his actions, at least in his mind, hastened that inevitable fate for his friends.

the most obvious of reasons is the deep, desperate desire to rejoin his friends and fly through the skies forever. his being accepted to join them was one of the most genuine looks of happiness that we see from Rocket over the entirety of his movie appearances. it is clear that he still holds a deep, unending love for his first friends and would accept death itself to be with them again.

the last reason is, in my opinion, the saddest of them all. it is revealed when Lylla tells him its not his time. he had been holding onto the idea of his life having no point ever since he was created pretty much. it's hard not to when your creator reminds you of this as often as possible. despite having saved the galaxy multiple times and the entire universe, he still holds onto this feeling. he's just a thing. a mistake in a long line of mistakes. a prototype only meant for destruction once the design had been perfected. he felt that his life had no meaning and that his death was just par for the course.

this is one of the deepest looks into Rocket's true emotions concerning himself that we get over the series and it was done so well. he might be rough and tough on the outside, but that's only to hide the abysmal self loathing that permeates his every waking moment.

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IT WOULD HAVE BEEN NICE to know that school had just been let out. A bruised ego bubbled up to the surface as he stood surrounded by young, noisy humans. Had a rather pointed threat not been issued beforehand, there was a statistical certainty that they would have been touching his fur already. They should find themselves quite fortunate that the raccoon was a guardian, because his level of annoyance rose with every high pitched word from their mouths. And with Phlya on his team now, it was an impressive feat.

Rocket wasn't even aware that Quill was approaching him in that moment. All he could gather through the crowd was an adult rushing towards him, speaking far too softly to be heard over the cacophony of child-like wonder surrounding him. It wasn't until the hybrid was pretty much in the crowd that he finally noticed.

" quill, help me before i start blastin'. . . " Yeah, he was definitely not enjoying the attention. And though that threat was quite shallow, every second felt it getting more and more serious.

THERE IS NO FIGHTING THE smile that develops on his features as the hybrid delivers a less than stellar comeback. " furball? really? man it's a good thing i called. you're losing your touch. " To be fair to his former captain, there was quite a bit of doubt that anyone on this planet could match his wit. When a silver tongue is sharpened by the strongest 'blade', it's bound to go dull after a lack of exposure to it. There was no cause for concern. Rocket would step in and hone that blade.

" what's your flarkin' address? i'm walkin' down this street and these stupid humans keep lookin' at me. they act like they've never seen a HERO before. " The murmurs in the background had grown much more frantic. While some did recognize him from the news, others stood dumbfounded by the fact that a raccoon was TALKING. You'd think after all these alien visits they'd be more accustomed to it.

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something i've thought about near constantly since seeing gotg 3 is nebula's reaction to hearing rocket's voice when he is healed. it is such a raw, pure joy that she portrays, even driving her to tears. even isolated, it shows how close they are in the movie.

HOWEVER! what it makes me think about is avengers: endgame. i think her reaction shows how much they bonded over that 5 year period during the thanos snap. they really only had each other as family and clearly that bond grew exponentially during that time. her involvement in monitoring rocket and helping in general was amazing to see.

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" I'm not entirely sure I approve of this plan, but what the hell -- let's do it. "

THE RACCOON COULDN'T HELP BUT crack a smile when the hastily put together scheme was agreed to. " hell yeah. and gimme some credit, will ya? would i ever steer ya wrong? actually, don't answer that. "

The capacity to steer others wrong was absolutely within his capabilities. In fact, he often found great enjoyment in doing so. When it came to matters like this, however, his tactical mind couldn't help but take things seriously. " and hey, if we do this right, you might even get to punch some high and mighty pricks. "

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guys, i'm thinking about rocket's little 'hurt' when he first got augmented and i am NOT OKAY!

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THERE IS NO FIGHTING THE smile that develops on his features as the hybrid delivers a less than stellar comeback. " furball? really? man it's a good thing i called. you're losing your touch. " To be fair to his former captain, there was quite a bit of doubt that anyone on this planet could match his wit. When a silver tongue is sharpened by the strongest 'blade', it's bound to go dull after a lack of exposure to it. There was no cause for concern. Rocket would step in and hone that blade.

" what's your flarkin' address? i'm walkin' down this street and these stupid humans keep lookin' at me. they act like they've never seen a HERO before. " The murmurs in the background had grown much more frantic. While some did recognize him from the news, others stood dumbfounded by the fact that a raccoon was TALKING. You'd think after all these alien visits they'd be more accustomed to it.

THERE'S A VISIBLE RECOIL as the familiar voice booms through the speaker. That one exclamation served as sufficient evidence to suggest that the former captain's emotional state hadn't improved much since being back on Earth. Always yelling about every little thing. 'Rocket don't touch that!' 'Rocket leave my stuff alone!' The refrain so common that even his overly sensitive ears had learned to tune it out. The communicator met the side of his face as the ringing in his ear subsided.

" quit ya' yellin', star-munch. don't need to give me hearin' damage. you still on this dirtball you call a planet? "

The vagueness of his words and avoidance of the questions was quite premeditated. Hints of a playful tone danced on every word, hopefully serving as sufficient enough of an answer. A quota had spilled out of its proverbial cup and annoyance was owed. No matter how many star systems separated them, the captain would find a way to clear that docket.

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THERE'S A VISIBLE RECOIL as the familiar voice booms through the speaker. That one exclamation served as sufficient evidence to suggest that the former captain's emotional state hadn't improved much since being back on Earth. Always yelling about every little thing. 'Rocket don't touch that!' 'Rocket leave my stuff alone!' The refrain so common that even his overly sensitive ears had learned to tune it out. The communicator met the side of his face as the ringing in his ear subsided.

" quit ya' yellin', star-munch. don't need to give me hearin' damage. you still on this dirtball you call a planet? "

The vagueness of his words and avoidance of the questions was quite premeditated. Hints of a playful tone danced on every word, hopefully serving as sufficient enough of an answer. A quota had spilled out of its proverbial cup and annoyance was owed. No matter how many star systems separated them, the captain would find a way to clear that docket.

IT WAS A WEIRD FEELING stepping foot on the Terran surface again. Flashes of the years following the snap plagued his thoughts. A time of true despair akin to the loneliness felt after escaping his captors. A brief shake of the head dismissed such notions, though the feeling was not so distant. The much more recent disbandment served as the catalyst which reignited that feeling, though it did not burn as bright. There was an air of impermanence to this separation and a much more tangible proximity. This was the reason behind the Earth visit. Taking advantage of said proximity, in a sense.

Ears flicked and fluttered about, tracking the cacophonous noise of human life. Hushed murmurs, baited gasps, and shuffling feet seemed most prominent; a reaction to his presence no doubt. It's almost as if these humans had never seen a RACCOON before. Nevertheless, he didn't have time to or see a good reason to address the gathering crowd. It'd likely insight a panic if they heard him speak. Instead, the focus was on his communicator, which blinked rhythmically in his hands.

" ya better answer, ya jerk... "

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