aliasrocket

[aliasrocket]

i live

[aliasrocket]

Hello!, This is the first time I have sent you a question here, I love your writings and I have an idea that I would like you to do if you have free time of course.

How do you think Rocket would react if the reader told him that she was pregnant with him? (It would be interesting to see how he reacts to this, I think he would process the information for a few seconds and then get excited about being a father.)

I’m gonna be real honest with you chief. Since I got this ask I haven’t been able to muster the words.

What is reader supposed to be giving birth to exactly? I’m just slightly confused.

But I’ve had about 3 requests asking for Reader x Rocket where reader is pregnant with Rocket’s child so I’d be lying if I said this is new.

But I’m just lost for words. I genuinely don’t think Rocket or reader would react well.

[aliasrocket]

Idk if moon is supposed to be singing this but I suddenly imagined Rocket walking into this … omg …

For fun(⁠*⁠ﾉ⁠・⁠ω⁠・⁠)⁠ﾉ⁠♫(aka. I can't sleep) Moonmaid?? Maybe. Lol Maybe I'll make an animatic.

(my loves) @raccoonfallsharder @chippybritt @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr @aliasrocket

[aliasrocket]

What are your opinions on selfcest?

You know, dear anon, it’s people like you that make me so glad I returned.

Seeing as this is a Rocket-centric blog, I’m assuming you’re asking about my opinion on Rocket x Rocket?

He’s insult himself to death.

As for the general idea of selfcest, I wouldn’t know much about it as I can’t see myself being in love with myself, much less anyone making a story or a fanfic of a character falling in love with themselves, so, I guess all in all pretty average?

No hate and also no particular interest in the matter.

[aliasrocket]

WELCOME BACK BECKALICIOUS I MISSED YOU SO <333

May I please request a lil smth smth ?

Rocket comes home in the early morning from a mission while Reader's asleep.

You take it from there, lovey <333

IM GLAD TO BE BACK!! it's an honor to have my first request be from you <333

masterlist. requests.

His icy stiff fur brushed against your cheek as he lowered himself onto you. 

His lips met your own, and once more he was put through the cold trenches his recently completed commission had required him to trudge through. Your lips were cracked shells prickling him, but his own warm ones wrapped around them gratefully.

He lifted himself off you, and a hot compress squeezed his shoulder and halted his movement.

Your eyes searched him. Wide awake, hair in loops and tangles in your face that you now brushed aside, your hand now sliding down to his blizzard-covered collarbone and reaching his built chest and abdomen.

“You’re … here.” he would have assumed the wind had spoken if he hadn’t observed your lips moving at that silent moment.

If your voice was candy he could savor in his mouth, he’d let it melt down to the last sugary atom, covering his teeth and tongue in nothing but the taste.

He smiled. “I ended earlier than expected—”

Your hands clasped his collar and he was caught in your lips once more, more contact than ever when both his and your mouth were wide open, and your tongue browsed generously through his teeth.

He reciprocated, tongues meeting and passing through each other like a solar system relying on each other’s orbit. If he didn’t need his arms to prop himself above you, he would have given you some of his ice, feeling the skin of your arms and realizing you could bake cookies on them from the heat alone. That’s what you get for not listening to him; you always insisted on making your surroundings colder so you could be comfortably wrapped in your cloudy duvet, but you always end up burning hot in the mornings.

Stubborn, stubborn you.

Just as stubborn as you are beautiful.

[aliasrocket]

You draw her so prettily …

Good people are pushed to the edge until they break and then even they can't stop what comes next.

°Angry/gravity use Moon sketches°

I got real angry with this one.

Taglist♡: @aliasrocket @pretty-chips @love-for-faeries-go-burrrr @thirteens-lucky-tardis @funkydancingdinosaur @evolvingchaoswitch @s1llydr3amscape @raccoonmybeloved @raccoonmybeloved @bakaotakulife @rxin3akamallory @caesarhamato22

[aliasrocket]

I’m back guys!! (Requests are open!)

Not sure just how much that would mean for everyone because a lot has changed in this fandom since I took a break, but my exams are over so I’m glad to say I’ll be here for a while!

However, I did take up an internship so I’m not sure if I’ll be able to be as active as I was before but I’ll do my best!

Thank you everyone for sticking around!

[aliasrocket]

Since this was posted I haven’t been able to gather the words to thank you enough because, it’s kinda hard to speak with my jaw on the floor. I can’t believe I appear here twice. You’ve been nothing but good to me Dae, and I really can’t thank you enough.

I also agree with this list entirely! Except of course, mine would include dae’s work (@raccoonfallsharder so you don’t have tk scroll all the way up) and @caesarhamato22 !!! Jay makes such cute drabbles, they’re like that really juicy apple or really good sandwich you grab to enjoy on your way to work, absolutely worth reading their stuff.

And Dae … you’re a god for being able to make so many chaptered fics for our man. And to be complimented by you? I aspire to be able to churn out longer fics like you.

recommended works ⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

these are the folks who have written or drawn something (specifically within the rocket raccoon fan community) that either murdered me, resurrected me, or both.

(i am always open to recs so if you wanna link me to your fave i will be so happy to check them out)

⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎ fanfiction ☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

The All of You (ao3) i fuckin love this story so hard. i love the OC. i love the writing. i love the set up. i reread this probably every month or so and pine for more. it's so fuckin good. @lazarel-3000 is a double-threat (at least) who is also on my recced artist list, which means (obviously) they are a recced creator as well.

Entanglement (ao3) this fic by @hibataao3 has me rationing my consumption in a way i have not done in a long time. i'm like "i only read one chapter a week to pace myself, as a little treat for surviving another seven days." beautiful writing and intricate storytelling, the metaphors and analogies are so good i almost wish i was back in undergrad writing a thesis on it.

Get Up (tumblr)@caesarhamato22 is another person on my recced creator list because trying to find just one fic to call my "favorite" is a challenge (obviously i was unsuccessful because there are two on this list). anyway this is lovely and fluffy. i die.

last (friday) night (ao3) nsfw. trying to pick a "favorite" of @aliasrocket's work is like trying to choose a favorite incarnation of rocket (i cannot). guess who is also on my recced creators list.

more than seven (tumblr) second @caesarhamato22 fic on this list and another recced creator. this one is one of my favorite comfort fics (i mean it's still sexy as hell) that i come back to very often. like it's just so wonderful and sweet and perfect and atmospheric and vibes

stars. (tumblr) ☕︎ stars. (ao3) sexual tension & some of the loveliest atmospheric writing i've ever consumed. another @aliasrocket fic that lives in my head.

A Very Basic Instinct (tumblr) ☕︎ A Very Basic Instinct (ao3) nsfw. when i tell you this fic did things to me. it is probably one of the fics i reread most. like, all the time jkjk only semiregularly. check out the author @elegant-fleuret for other equally brainrot-inducing smut (also mentioned in my recced creators).

⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎ art ☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

@bathmob i wish. i could draw rocket. like this. the vibes are so good. the style. is perfect. i thank the universe whenever i see new art from them.

@glow-autumz is absolutely going to be a published comic artist some day and i will buy anything she works on ever. literally everything she creates has a story behind it, which i love. like, not only are her illustrations gorgeous (and like…often very hot) but every single one is (at least) a single-panel narrative. plus her OC is also cool as hell and i love her interpretations of rocket.

@lazarel-3000 creates the most toe-curlingly delicious art i've seen in a long time. i am seduced by pretty much everything they create. even their rough drafts have me panting. (i also have a crush on their OC and as a bi-lady i look at their art and am often like oh shit this is a fuckin feast). as mentioned before, this artist is also the author of one of my favorite fics and is a recommended creator in general.

@uglly-rodent posts always make me want to pinch the babby raccoom's cheeks and/or cry.

⊹˚₊⊹˚☕︎ creators ☕︎˚⊹₊˚⊹

@aliasrocket writes such beautiful things it is impossible to pick a favorite (i got two of their fics in the fic section and it was difficult to narrow it down that far and even now, i'm not certain). their tumblr has the added advantage of a ton of drabbles, every single one of which is perfection.

@caesarhamato22 read everything. like everything. great smut but i am a sucker for the slice of life shit and it's so fuckin good here. i just wanna be a nail tech on knowhere/locked in a closet with rocket/have him steal my t-shirt/whatever. it's like all my most domestic desires got turned into little fanfiction dreams. so much wish fulfillment i could die

@elegant-fleuret has great fanfiction (more than just the one on my fic list - i just felt like i had to narrow it down and A Very Basic Instinct literally gives me a a fresh hit of dopamine every time i reread it, which is a lot). plus also art. double-threat.

@evolvingchaoswitch writes with a ton of vulnerability and rawness and angst. i am also in love with the shorter pieces they've been putting out for rocketober 2023 (some really great poetry, some really emotional oneshots, some really hot oneshots). plus their OCs always fuckin rock

@lazarel-3000 look. look. i cannot say this enough. please go check them out they are hope in a hopeless place. some of the sexiest art + one of my very favorite fanfictions + one of my very favorite OCs have come out of this flawless individual. (full disclosure they also did some nsfw art of my OC jolie and rocket that has me crying and dying and hyperventilating on a daily basis)

@love-for-faeries-go-burrrr has another one of my favorite OCs and i am always hungry for their little storylines whenever they post.

@mrwolfhare is one of my favorite sources of gotg food-for-thought. just some of the most thoughtful explorations of the details of both the mcu and comic canon, excellent headcanons, beautiful screenshot sets, and really solid art. the drawtober art and ficlets have been highlights in my days this month and i'm told there may be a rad fanfiction on the horizon so keep your eyes on this!

[aliasrocket]

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[aliasrocket]

Been using ao3 since like … may 2020 I believe? So I know the ins and outs of ao3, from keywords for filtering tags to posting, I can help you with anything you need!

But, if your question is where to start, I say ao3 might be better because I generally get better traction on ao3 than on tumblr but it also depends on what fandom you’re writing for.

I like to post on both ao3 and tumblr, but only post really short drabbles or snippets of future ao3 works on tumblr.

Another thing I like to do is when I post a new fic on ao3, there’s a notes section before and after the fic where I say that whoever reads this can ask me questions or keep in touch with me through my tumblr and I provide a link to my tumblr on it so they can easily access it. It makes for good long-term readers or even friends because now they have a way to actually talk to you.

So I'm sort of putting together a fic that's intro'ing Blackjack to the mcu, and was wondering if I should shove it on tumblr, or if I should throw it up on AO3. Never used AO3 before. What's your opinion on where to start?

yoooo first of all i am stoked to read this.

second of all, i have only been writing on ao3 for a few months! (though i have been a longtime reader.) back when i was writing more often, we old people posted on fanfiction.net. i don’t personally have a good idea of whether it is “better” to publish here on tumblr vs ao3 (i know lots of authors who do both; i usually only post excerpts here but i will probably be posting in both locations for my the new drabble series i’m working on).

however i will share with you the most helpful resource anyone shared me about ao3 posting, in case you decide to go that route. the ao3 rich text interface is a little fucked so unless you're writing everything in html by hand it can format your publications weirdly (extra spaces between font styles, double spaces between paragraphs, etc). @aliasrocket (a member of the divine pantheon of rocket content creators whose work i am grateful for daily) helped me out by sharing this doc to process fics through html coding prior to posting (useful to read her whole message to me as it helps provide some context i think).

i wish i had more insight for you but i am hoping maybe other fanfic writers can weigh in?

[aliasrocket]

Just for fun, totally just for fun, but if I wrote a book would you guys wanna read like. The drafts or … the book in general

[aliasrocket]

THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC THE THIRD PIC

god hes literally beautiful

[aliasrocket]

Hey guys! Due to some … activity on the Rocket server I’m a little inspired to write a long fic (abt maybe 20k words long??? And I wanna post the whole thing in one shot so it will take a while) but wanted to see if you guys are up to the idea first.

I’ll let you guess what this is about, results are gonna be at the end of the fic—and it would be really helpful if you guys told me if you liked it so I know to write it!

He doesn’t really know how it happened.

No, it wasn’t a blur—more like vivid pictures worth 2 seconds of vague context, nothing beyond in a club, sitting at the side or watching other people getting it on.

At this point, he has to tell himself he’s not doing it for sport, it’s not that simple. Can’t be, right? There’s lot’s of assholes in the galaxy.

And then, there’s that pesky little voice in his head, nicking the insides of his skull, hissing, well, you killed the ones that mattered already.

Rocket lifts his drink to his lips and sips. He’s not looking at something in the club, though his eyes were to the ceiling on the other side of the room.

And then … nothing.

Nothing, and suddenly he’d in this black fitting cloak with a belts strapped from his shoulder blades to his collar bones and platform boots so chunky he almost passes off as your regular alien.

There’s a lot of dust by the stairs of your apartment, but there’s also a lot of crying.

Not yours, though.

Yes, one of his vivid snapshots had brought back another friend you were holding behind your back, clutching her chest with her shoulders up to her jaw.

Rocket shook his head. Oh, this is horrible. How often do you keep your wall to wall window open? And with the lights on so bright too? What if a creep had followed you back to your place? What are you to do then?

Your friend stands up from your bed, which was up against your window so Rocket had front row seats. Your hand rubbed her back the whole time, supporting her when she stood and when she took her bag to leave. Oh, shit, you’re leaving.

Rocket dove for shelter as you and your friend were down the stairs in less than five seconds, and you had called her a ride back. A wave, and you’re back on your phone while you walk up the stairs.

Oh, silly, silly you. Don’t you know how dangerous that is?

Rocket turned to leave, but before he could even take the first step, he found rusty spot in his neck—a certain pivot of it that he had to get rid of, an itch to eradicate, and now he was facing your orange-lit window again.

You had just closed the door and entered. Still on your phone. The different ways he could have you, if you were going to be so careless. He could have dreams of them.

He willed himself to take another step. A foot forward.

And that’s as far as he got. His head turned right back around, drawn to your glowing window, and it had occurred to him that the itch wasn’t in his neck.

It was in that window.

That lovely, luminous window displaying you in your barely-even-shorts shorts, your oversized t-shirt and your bare legs.

Naturally, Rocket was at your door five seconds after you had propped your legs up in a certain way on your bed. He wanted patiently, a little pin-like gadget in his hand so shiny, covered in nothing but his nail marks.

Inside, he heard another door close. The cluster of buildings in this area were one room apartments; that was the bathroom he heard.

A few taps and jabs with his lock-picker and the door opened with a pop. His gadget folded inwards as he pocketed it, his heel the first to make contact with your floor, then the rest slipped in, a shadow slick on your walls and closing the door behind him.

The first thing that made him dizzy was the faint vanilla scent coming from your bed. There were many crumples on your sheets, and your pillows had been piled on top of one another like you were rushing to ruin your bed.

You were out of the bathroom quicker than he anticipated. Not to worry though, you switched off the light right after and Rocket had already set up camp in the darkest corner. Spiders fled their homes in his arrival.

You got into bed, wiggling for a few solid minutes into the right, the perfect position that had you curled up in your thick sheets and pillows. They’re all white, like snow laying you down in its bed. It’s a real shame, though; he’s willing to bed blood doesn’t look half as flattering on white sheets.

He rose from his corner. The moon giving him a spotlight, lining his every move toward you. His hand was quick to flip his knife in the air, twirling it around his fingers—he’d cut himself if he wasn’t careful, an it was made clear by the main thin slashes on his gloves. The 120 is large for someone his size.

He finally clasped it in his fist, but the closer he got, the thicker the vanilla scent needled his nose.

Your chest moved, in out, in out. Slow. Your shirt was still too large on you, but as gravity would have it, your waist had been perfectly defined against the glint of the moonlight.

Strange.

He imagined starting at your waist.

And, he imagined … nothing.

Nothing came up, it was all white. Blurry. Where he would usually see blood and guys forming a small heart on the bed, he saw you, sleeping your hair falling to your forehead and your eyelashes fluttering.

Your eyelash fluttered and they fluttered up, and up and up—

And just like that, shot dead by a flinch and a wide-eyed look.

it’s a ghostface rocket au guys! @toiletpaperchick brought it up in the server and if I’m not wrong @glow-autumz will be posting some art soon hehehhehehehhehehhehehhehehe anyways this has consumed and rotted in my head for far too long, and I need to know if this will be worth it. I hoped you enjoyed as always, I’ll be back in november <33

[aliasrocket]

who’s gonna tell tumblr that executive dysfunction is more than Not Doing Things?

[aliasrocket]

Have you been made aware that Rocket is now on the sexyman wiki?

It would appear I have been made aware, by you, silly anon, thank you for the memo. It is well appreciated.

I hope there are arrangements to commemorate this joyful occasion, for I am still unfortunately going through my exams and will have to miss out on writing something for our beloved raccoon until november.

[aliasrocket]

I CANT BELIEVE I FORGOT TO REBLOG THIS MASTERPIECE??? THIS IS AMAZING

Free

Rocketober: Day 2

Word Count:

Warnings: None today, sillies, you’re in the clear.

Summary: Nothing beats a fat nap after a tiring day of being Captain.

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It wasn’t too dark, but fuck, was he tired.

His knees ached from the constant standing, walking and occasional sprinting throughout the never ending day. The pain hadn’t revealed itself until the moment the Bowie had landed on Knowhere. There was a tiny pull in side of his neck, to which he tried fixing by massaging it as best he could.

As claws brushed through his grime-fill fur, he scratched the spot between his ears that you always paid just enough attention to, but it was nowhere close to being the same.

Your scratches were always gentle, and your massages sent him straight to sleep, especially after a day like this.

Rocket fiddled tiredly through his keys, searching for the one you had given him a short while ago. Your spare key, a wordless offering for him to visit any time he needed you, or just wanted to see your gorgeous face.

It turned into a common occurrence, him warning you through message, telling you he needed a break and some time with you.

You two communicated, always finding the best time to meet up during your busy schedules. Outside of your work hours, and during a time where his duties as a guardian could be set to the side, he’d be with you.

Sometimes sitting in silence was all he truly wanted, but it was always a task for him to tell you that. His method changed over time as he became increasingly comfortable in the presence of the one he cared for most, in a different way than he did for everyone else.

It took him a long time to understand the way he loved you.

It’s started small and subtle. The tiniest of cues to tell you, he noticed what you noticed, that he cared for what you cared for.

So, so subtle. You didn’t come close to registering what he was doing when he first started looking out for the things you did.

Rocket seemed relieved by this at first. It was a sign that he wasn’t being too obvious. To you, at least. And you were all that mattered.

It was no different when the second he unlocked your apartment door, a gust of mixed relief and exhaustion radiated through him. His body, ready to be knocked the fuck out on your bed, right beside your perfect presence.

Hopefully including those head scratches he loves so much, and needed desperately. That he could admit.

Rocket’s feet were heavy, making his steps louder than usual. As loud as they could be for someone his size.

Passing through the hallway after closing and locking the door, his bag dropped to the ground with a clank and a thud. His fingers rushed lazily to untie his boots without a care. He kicked off his shoes and left them wherever they landed, separated into two different spots in the hall on their sides.

He beelined for the bedroom, the cozy space he shared with you, the place he knew you’d be on your day off from work.

With a sigh, he pulled off the blue and red uniform off his shoulders, choosing to leave only his trousers and belt on for the time being.

The bedroom door had been left ajar by you, allowing you to keep your attention captivated by the book in your hands, and a part of your focus vacant for the sounds of Rocket finally returning home.

He pushed the door open, letting it gently swing the rest of the way with a quiet creak. His eyes went to your side of the bed, finding you lying on your stomach, engrossed in the book that laid on your pillow looking right back up at you.

Your focus tore away from the pages of fiction when you heard him enter the room.

Peering over your shoulder and spotting his fatigue, you greeted him with a soft, “hey,” as he moved a step closer to the bed.

With a heavy sigh, “hey, baby,” he replied back.

His eyes were low and his body was aching to lie down. To rest and just be with you was all he wanted right now, holy shit, just let him hold you. He’d beg if it was required.

You studied him, every claw and movement. The lack of sleep in his eyes, and how gravity seemed to be stronger on him than you, told you he was drained, in need of care, even if he’d never admit it.

“You look tired.” Although you didn’t say it out loud.

Him, out of everyone, knew how tired he was. He didn’t need it pointed out and you knew him enough to not state the obvious.

His hands found his belt, unbuckling it with haste while his eyes focused on nothing but the air in front of him. With it loosened, off, and dropped to the ground, he looked back to you to find your eyes had never left him.

“Turn around,” he murmured. His voice was deeper and slurred with need of sleep while his eyes flickered around your body and the sheets it laid on.

You half-turned your body to face him better, now able to see more of him and the state he was in.

A shower wasn’t needed, but it would do him good. But he didn’t seem to be in the mood for critiques.

“On your back.” He was clearer this time, more gentle, like a request.

Granting it, you turned and shuffled into a comfortable position on your back while he waited patiently by the bed.

You settled and looked at him expectedly. He placed his hands on the side of the bed, pulling himself up with noticeable effort despite it being a second nature task, hopping on and off the bed every day. It was different when his energy was absent. Leaving the house at 4am and returning home just after 6pm, and running on two hours of sleep, had quite an impact on one’s battery level.

Your legs flattened against the bed to make room as he moved closer, bringing himself above you and lowering his body against yours, lying comfortably with his legs relaxed naturally, his arms resting on either side of you, and his head nuzzling against your chest.

It wasn’t a state you often found him in. Tired, yes, but that was a given considering his occupation.

Clingy, however, was normally when he was drunk and focused solely on his girl.

He’d been like this before, after a job or an exhausting day. You welcomed this side of him and honestly encouraged it when you sensed he needed some loving.

Rocket had never had this option before meeting you.

The closest he had was curling up in Groot’s lap when they were on the run. It would’ve had to have been a freezing night, or he must have been terribly injured to be found in such a vulnerable position; relaxed without a care in the world.

Yet, here he was, in your home, his home, in your perfect embrace, being loved more than he ever thought he could be.

Cared for, thought about, appreciated.

This was his. You were his.

He sinked further into your love, his arms tightening around you, his face and body wanting to be impossibly closer.

You fingers traced patterns through his fur before stopping in that sweet spot between his ears, scratching slowly, gently, perfectly. The instinctive motions were filled with natural attention to detail, eliciting a relaxed breath from him, finally able to give into the exhaustion that weighed him down since the moment he left you alone in the bed that morning.

Rocket loved you dearly. So deeply that it always surprised him, the lengths he would go for you without a mere second of hesitation.

You shared this love, and he knew that.

You made sure he did.

Every morning and night, through voice or message, you’d tell him he was loved.

It took him a while to believe it. To understand that you were telling the truth. After years and years of his past being filled with mental torment, physical strain and torture, he believed you.

He believed in whatever you told him; that he deserved to be loved.

That he was free to be loved.

Free.

Fuck, what a wonderful feeling.

~

I’m two days behind already :)

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