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[guardian-rocket]

@celestialmantdonna

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[guardian-rocket]

Guardians of the Galaxy: band AU comic 1/?

Peter Quill has had yet another brilliant idea: the guardians should dedicate their talents to creating marvelous beats that would win the hearts of all the galaxies, not just one! Unfortunately, there is a problem…

[guardian-rocket]

Starter for @thedreadpirateratchet

Rocket found himself in a sticky situation-- literally and metaphorically. Somehow, through a miscalculation he definitely wasn't going to admit to later, he'd crash-landed in the freaking Negative Zone. Not exactly a vacation hotspot. The air buzzed with electrical static, the sky a surreal swirl of sickly green and electric violet, and the ground? Slimy. Everything was damp, like the universe's worst armpit.

And then there were the bugs. He hated bugs.

Dozens of them—maybe hundreds—crept over the jagged rocks and oozing terrain. They were the size of small dogs, with glistening exoskeletons that shimmered like oil slicks, and too many eyes to count. Chitin scraped against chitin as they closed in, legs twitching, mandibles clacking in a staccato rhythm that sent a chill down Rocket’s spine. He'd faced worse. Maybe. But not without backup.

There was no Groot here to shield him. No Drax to smash things. No Mantis to do the glowy-antennae empathy thing. Just Rocket, a malfunctioning blaster, and a steadily rising sense of dread.

"Great," he grumbled, yanking a jagged piece of metal from his busted gear pack and hurling it at the nearest bug. It bounced off harmlessly. "Just me, some oversized roaches, and a reality where the laws of physics apparently took a vacation."

His breath came faster as he scanned the horizon. Jagged spires of obsidian-like stone jutted out from the landscape, and in the far distance, he thought he saw what might be a rift—an unstable energy tear that might be a way out… or a one-way ticket to being atomized.

"Come on, think!" he snapped at himself, pacing in a small circle. "You’re Rocket. You’ve hijacked starships, broken outta super-prisons, hacked Kree battle networks in your sleep! You are not going out as bug chow in an off-brand dimension."

Still, bravado only got you so far.

His ears twitched as the swarm drew closer, the ground vibrating with their movement. He could smell the acrid scent of their bodies now, hot and metallic, like burnt circuits. There wasn’t much time.

For a moment, doubt crept in—cold, sharp, and unwelcome.

Sometimes being the smartest guy in the room just meant you were the last one to know you were screwed.

But Rocket squared his shoulders, eyes narrowing.

"Fine. You wanna dance?" He raised his blaster and aimed at the closest ridge, sparks sputtering from the barrel. "Let’s make this interesting." Next Rocket was at his last stitch effort for survival. Bite, kick, claw, whatever it meant to make sure he didn't just die-- but that only can take you so far.

[guardian-rocket]

He has a system.

[guardian-rocket]

/// Ah hell yeah! I knew he'd look fantastic in that XD ///

💖 Fabulous 💖

Thank you @raccoon-coded for suggesting this outfit! It was such a delight to draw!

Also tagging @guardian-rocket if you wanna see 😊

[guardian-rocket]

So I have a question. I’m rather curious by this Ant fellow. He’s not a popular Avenger, yet he seems to be…well somewhere between tolerated and well liked.

So my question is if I kidnapped him, how would you respond?

"Y'mean Scott? Popularity's overrated," Rocket said rolling his eyes. "He's observant, and creative. I can't say about most of Earth's Avengers... but if you kidnapped him-- well you're askin' to get mauled, blasted, or grievously injured in some manner I haven't worked the details on yet, but trust me-- you don't want that."

"You think I'm afraid to go to jail for helpin' a friend? Who're ya kiddin', that's like a spa weekend for me."

[guardian-rocket]

Hey there! I came across your profile and wanted to reach out. I know you're selective with OCs, but I’ve got one I think might vibe well with Rocket. I’d love to send over her full sheet for you to look through and see if she sparks any interest! No pressure at all— if she’s not your thing, I totally understand. Just figured I’d shoot my shot and say hello!

///Heeey~

I'm actually not *that* picky these days, I know what my guides say and yes I probably should rework that part. I know I wrote that when I had some unsavory interactions. I'd love to discuss!

Just a gentle reminder however that I am still on semi hiatus because I just moved into a house and I'm only about 70% unpacked, and expect about another month or so of off and on availability. I'm working as fast as I can without losing my mind though! I promise I intend to jump back in after the dust settles and I'll have a big reveal of a very special room for my fellow Guardians of the Galaxy fans. 🌌🦝💕

Also I'll give you a follow so you can DM me directly 😎 ///

[guardian-rocket]

"Oh... yeah. I'm gonna get that jacket. Look at all the pockets!"

You should get this for Independent Barbie. I think she would rock it.

https://a.co/d/8YFkz2p

DUDE! Woooooah, my dude. This is a statement!

What do you think, Independent Barbie? You could totally rock this!

@writingsinashes

[guardian-rocket]

"Can I steal a me size version?"

You should get this for Independent Barbie. I think she would rock it.

https://a.co/d/8YFkz2p

DUDE! Woooooah, my dude. This is a statement!

What do you think, Independent Barbie? You could totally rock this!

@writingsinashes

[guardian-rocket]

hi guys! please like this post if you’re alright with me tagging you in things such as edits, piccrew, dash games etc ??

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((Do you wanna go steal something?))

Ants, crawling all over the floor of the floor of the lab he was working in caught his attention. He squinted down at the moving pile of dots that seemed to be having odd behavior, other than the fact there were ants in any lab that didn't belong to Hank Pym.

"What the...?" he muttered as he watched the insects conjugate. "Bug party?" he said to himself as he blinked wondering if he should do something about the infestation. Just as he was about to look away, he had to do a double take, realizing the ants were actually making a message. He read it slowly aloud. "Do... you... want... to... go... steal... something. Do I wanna go steal something? Something? What's something??"

He got off his chair and stretched his arms over his head. "Who am I kidding? Course I'm in."

Rocket loved stealing, even if it was for questionable reasons. He was keeping his moral compass in the right direction now days but that didn't mean he couldn't be tempted, and ants usually meant Scott, right? How bad could it be?

[guardian-rocket]

/// still on a bit of a hiatus as I get the house prepared for move-in. Who thought painting an entire house's interior would only take a single weekend? Oh yeah, that was me. Can't say that was my brightest moment. It is 2/3rds complete for the main parts (walls) so it's chugging along! ///

[guardian-rocket]

jUST POSTING A QUICK LIFE UPDATE.

I am getting a house tomorrow. I haven't been ignoring you, just busy.

[guardian-rocket]

Rocket felt his face grow warmer, and it was one of those times he wasn't sure if it was a fever or something else. "Hey... the only ones who know how many times you tried are you, me, your crew and Groot... well... the ol' Groot. An' I ain't tellin' em. S'none of their flarkin' business anyway whose tried killin' me unless it becomes their business because that particular person is tryin' to kill them too. And it's not like it's that unique of a thing. All of us Guardians started off at one another's throats at some point. How'd you think we met?"

His body then shivered, and he curled up his body a little tighter.

"I don't really tell 'em my business," Rocket added. He knew why he kept to himself mostly too. Knowing if he kept it to himself he wouldn't have to ever face the realization they didn't care. Just making himself useful enough to stick around and enjoy the banter and subtle moments of friendship. It kept him going, kept him from spiraling into self destructive tendencies. Letting them pretend they cared but never giving them the vulnerability to prove it.

"I think you been over thinkin' this all. Most of us were criminals... and I'm sure there's something along the lines of sayin' nothin' worth havin' comes without some risks."

Friend. Something about the word was funny, downright amusing. The idea of calling the Guardian his friend was enough to make him laugh but before even a single huff can escape him his brow furrows. Thinking was not the hare’s strong suite, at least not about the more abstract things involving interpersonal complications. He could hotwire anything from a tiny Harrow to the massive motherships containing entire fleets but if you asked him about the finer details of the motivations behind an argument? He was at a loss. There was another thing there, something cold and bitter that wraps itself around his heart and squeezes tightly for a second before he shoves it down back where it belongs.

“Would be interesting to have a new thing to try an’ not be second choice at but I know that’s already not possible. You get to be first pick at contracts, best at weaponry, first one called in to make the impossible possible… Kinda hard to keep up with it all for a hare like me. Get left in the dust wondering if it’s best to keep fighting tooth an’ claw to get ahead or give in an’ join ya… but then I’m reminded of one little thing. You already got a full dance card of friends an’ I dunno how they would take to you adding one more who’s tried killin’ you more times than I can count an I can count pretty high.”

[guardian-rocket]

"You really think so?" Rocket asked, uncharacteristically sounding like he enjoyed getting a little validation. There was still plenty of awkwardness in his his ability to relax and enjoy this sort of thing. He had made strides in his ability to enjoy himself easier but his old wounds and fear of judgement hadn't quite healed over.

"Well even so..." he added clearing his throat, "I think I've been thinking of this in my head for some time... I've been around... dancing before."

The truth was, Rocket wanted to dance, maybe not professionally or make a career out of it, but he had been to enough parties and watched enough people flailing around in jubilation that made him feel... left out.

"Just getting to dance, it's fun when it's not alone," he let Danny's paw go wanting to stop before he tripped on his own feet or ran out of whatever small arsenal of moves he had learned.

His ears perked straight up when Danny expressed interest in learning about Rocket's special interests.

"What you mean like guns, explosives and flying?" Rocket chuckled. Somehow Danny seemed far too friendly to be a guy he could imagine shooting anyone, but then again... Mantis learned.

"Whoa!"

He didn't expect that, but boy, did he enjoy it. One of his best friends was a smooth jazz singer, he was quite versed in the genre. Rocket was way better than he gave himself credit for, even if he wasn't a professional. Who needed professional choreography all the time? That was fun sometimes, and sometimes it was fun to just let loose, and feel the music take control of your body!

"You're pretty good at this one!"

Spoken with lighthearted laughter, Danny was a master of improv just as much as he was choreography. After all, that was what he grew up doing. No tutors in such a small town meant other than trying to study a dance on the weekend he got to see a movie, improv was his only option.

"And a great dance partner, might I add."

The raccoon's love of music certainly showed in movements. Danny could always recognize when someone really felt a way about something, because they would shine when they got a chance to do something they really enjoyed. The feline himself wasn't even bothering to show off the extreme levels of professionalism he could do.

He didn't have to. All that mattered was a love of music.

"You'll have to teach me about your special interest, too!"

[guardian-rocket]

"What thing?" Rocket tried to scoff, but his brittle ego seeming to crack a bit on the surface. "We don't gotta make it a thing." he assured him, not being entirely sure what that meant but he was far to comfortable and far too weak to care about image at the moment. "Unless... it's just that maybe this is just the sick clouding my better judgement but you'd probably make a better friend than an enemy, that's all," he added with an audible huff. His thumb was still running over the music player in his clawed fist, at least until he stretched his legs out and relaxed further. "Guh... although... I may not be quite sick enough to ignore how stupid that sounds, you say a word and I might need to come up with a good threat for later."

Lean

“Can’t a guy steal some warmth without it bein’ a thing? You said it yourself. Nice to not be at each other’s throats for a second and have a chance to breath.” His tone was a little snappy but there was no bite behind it, not really. More of a sense that the hare was trying to save face during a moment of mutual comfort. These sorts of things didn’t come easily to him but here, now? In this moment he had to squint a little less than usual to see the brighter side. Blackjack gives another scrunch of his chin against the top of the Guardians’ head as he curls in just the smallest fraction closer.