rocketedtothestars
rocketedtothestars
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29 - Male - Gay🏳��‍🌈 I like to write gay fanfictions and self-ship with Rocket Raccoon. - obviously Rocket Raccoon. 🦝 18+ Content. No minors please.
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 25 days ago
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He's swearing very likely
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 2 months ago
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Our boy is bright as the moon🌙
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 2 months ago
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I love his beard I’m not gonna lie. ❤️❤️
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THE GROOT BEAD
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 2 months ago
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I just got off of a 8.5 hour shift at work in the middle of summer heat and the first thing I apparently had to do was draw him sleepy. ANYWAY. I'm going to bed cause its 12:30 AM. goodnight.
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 2 months ago
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Rocket racoon by me.
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 3 months ago
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The 13th of June, 2025. I lost my dog. She had to be put to sleep. There was nothing more that could be done. It has truly been heartbreaking for me. I’m trying to cope. But she was my baby. My angel. I miss her every moment. Every second. Every hour. I miss her so much. My best friend. My baby. My sweet angel… I know been so absent here on Tumblr, amongst other things, but life has been so rough.
I feel so empty. One of my babies is gone. And I don’t care what anybody says to me. Pets are family. She wasn’t just a dog. I had her since I got out of high school (I’m 28) I was 18 years old when I got her. THAT was my baby. My best friend. Me and my other dog miss her so much. I know my other dog is wondering where she is? Why isn’t she here? It’s been the most gut wrenching thing for me. A part of me just died…
I wake up crying so much. Pushing through each day now knowing she isn’t here. Not there in her bed. Not there for me to take her out to walk. Not here to greet me when I come home (along with my other dog). I feel like a part of me truly died Friday. I know it gets better over time, but this hit me so hard.
I know my baby is in a better place. My sweet angel… may you rest in peace. ❤️ wherever she is, I know she is always with me. In my heart. Near me.
I have 2 beautiful Urn’s picked out for her. My sweet sweet baby… I miss her so much.
I know that this probably isn’t the right blog to write this. But it just helps me to write. To let my emotions spill. I miss her so much. It hurts…
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 4 months ago
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My love ❤️❤️❤️
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RIVALS ROCKET CONCEPT ART!!!!!
EVERYONE GET YOUR FOOD
ougghghhghg he looks so silly so cute
we were so close to him havin lil pawbeans
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 4 months ago
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Rocket Raccoon in Rocket (2017) #2
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 4 months ago
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🥹 for reblogging. 🥲 👉🏻👈🏻 I try. 😭
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I’m trying to come up with a one shot idea I wanna write. This is the idea I have so far.
A little messy but I’m working on it. Was laying here and had this whole idea so I’m using my phone to write it out and thought it would be fun to share. 💕 I do intend for this to get fluffy at some point but this is what I have so far.
Was just in that mood to write something 👉🏻👈🏻🥺
Description/Idea (so far)…
I had this whole idea of an argument breaking out when he comes home from a mission. Maybe him taking out some of his anger on you (yelling, pointing his clawed finger at you while standing on the counter top, etc). But you just kinda let him yell at you for a bit. Of corse you eventually lash back, telling him it’s ’unfair’ for him to take it out on you. He’s been so aggravated his last few missions when he came home. But this one was different. You bring up the fact that you want to help out more. Maybe learn to fly or fight even. It upsets him. It upsets him a great deal because he doesn’t want to loose you… (I can’t seem to think of what occurred for him to be upset on his mission just yet, but I’ll come up with something, even if it’s silly cause it’s fan-fiction and I could go about this any way I see fit) but I’m thinking a delivery went all wrong? He enters the room, and you can already feel the tension radiating from him. For a while you brought up how you wanted to learn to fly a ship or even fight. You wanted to be able to fend for yourself. It had been months since you were really able to do much, and typically Rocket wanted to be with you. For your safety. In your mind, you felt like a burden. Your jobs were simple, and every so often you’d do some odd jobs on Knowhere with Kraglin, Drax, or Nebula. You challenge Rocket’s walls, insisting you are ready to learn, to which he clearly doesn’t want you to. Not out of toxicity, but out of fear. He had lost too much in his past. And he didn’t want to loose you.
warnings: Language, very light fluff.
Written for M!reader and Gay Reader 🏳️‍🌈
It takes place after Vol. 3 (so with the new Guardian’s lineup)
Rocket slammed the door behind him, the sound echoing through the small apartment. You glanced up from the kitchen counter where you’d been chopping vegetables, the knife pausing mid-slice. He stomped toward the counter, his boots making small thuds against the floor. You could tell immediately he wasn’t in a good mood. His fur was slightly matted, his ears pinned back, and his tail twitched with irritation.
“How was the mission?” you asked, your voice calm, though you could feel the tension radiating off him. You set the knife down and turned fully to face him. Rocket didn’t answer immediately. He climbed onto the counter with an ease born of habit, tossing his holster onto the surface with a loud thunk. Standing on the counter brought him nearly to your eye level, and his brown eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unreadable. He crossed his arms, his claws tapping against his sleeves as he leaned slightly forward.
“‘How was the mission?’” he mimicked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “Yeah, sure, let’s pretend it wasn’t a flarkin’ disaster.”
“Rocket, what happened?”
“What happened is I spent the whole damn day babysitting a buncha idiots who couldn’t follow a single flarkin’ order!” he snapped. He took a deep breath tho, gazing down at the counter, scratching the back of his neck.
“Well,” you paused, trying to pick the right words. It seemed like each time you offered to help, you were shut down. Yes. You were his boyfriend. He loved you, wanted nothing but for you to be safe. You knew just how much he cared about you. How much you meant to him. And he too, meant just as much to you. “-I was thinking maybe it’s time you start teaching me somethings… Kraglin thinks I would make a good pilot, well, co-pilot at-least? Even said he was willing to teach me a thing or two?”
DEEP in your hearts of hearts you know he doesn’t mean what he says. It’s not your first rodeo dealing with his sharp tongue. Even when it hurt sometimes.
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“For fuck’s sake, you’re not goin’ out there!” He shouted, baring his sharp canines at you as he pointed off in the distance. “-You think this is some kinda game? You don’t know what the hell you’re doin’, and you sure as shit ain’t ready for what’s out there! I know you want to go out there, I know you want to help, but I can’t take any risks. I KNOW what it’s like out there, way more than you ever will!”
His words cut deep, like a dagger straight to your heart, but you swallowed the pain, forcing back the tears. He knew you were sensitive—maybe that’s what he loved most about you. You cared, even when he was a complete dick. You weren’t doing this for yourself; you were doing it for both of you. Together. No matter how much it hurt, you wouldn’t back down.
“Rocket, I know you’ve been through hell. But I can’t just sit here… I can’t sit here, and then you come home on days like this, lashing out at me. It’s not fair. And goddamnit, you know I already know—I’ve heard this shit before.” Your voice faltered, the weight of his words pressing down on you like it always did. Every time you tried to bring this up, to contribute, to help, it ended the same way: shut down, dismissed. “Rocket, please…”
“‘Rocket, please! Rocket, please!’—‘please let me go out and get myself killed, please let me help you.’” he mocked you, raising his voice and pitching it up slightly to match your soft tone. His voice dripped with venom as he finally stopped, growling low and pointing a sharp, clawed finger directly at you. The tip was just inches from your face, and instinctively, you took a step back, feeling the edge of the counter press into your lower back.
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“The answer is flarkin’ no!” His ears pinned flat against his head, his amber eyes blazing with frustration and something rawer underneath. If you didn't know any better, you'd say they almost looked a bright red. His tail lashed behind him, bristling with agitation as he bared his sharp canines. “Besides, it’s not like you could do much as of now. The mission’s over—done. It was a fucking wreck. Then I gotta come home, make sure you’re alright, then I gotta work on flark knows what? Probably help Kraglin or Nebula set up the—” he waved a hand dismissively— “Hellstorm Systems or whatever the hell it's called.” His words still stung, his tone cutting, but even as he ranted, there was something in the way his gaze flickered that betrayed him. Behind all the anger and mockery, you could still see the fear. The fear of losing you. But right now, his walls were up, and his words felt like a barrier. His way of keeping his real emotions hidden.
Rocket’s sharp gaze followed you as you instinctively backed into the counter behind you, his clawed paw still extended, though it faltered for a moment. He noticed, of course—he noticed everything. The way your shoulders tensed, the way your hands gripped the edge of the counter behind you, as if grounding yourself against the storm of his anger.
You’re too good for him (So he thinks), But you know he is the best damn thing to ever happen to you and it couldn’t be any further from the truth. You love him. You understand him, maybe not everything he went through. But you do allot for him. You’d do anything to make him happy. To see him smile. Go through great lengths, even with the little knowledge you have on anything here.
You wasn’t a Guardian—not like the others. You were still finding your place. Rocket wouldn’t say it, but his worry was clear. He wasn’t afraid you’d fail—he was terrified you’d get hurt. But you couldn’t just sit back. You wanted to be more, not just for yourself, but for him. Cleaning his pistols, something he’d taught you, and something you would do for him out of the kindness of your heart felt small, but it was a start. A step toward proving yourself—to him and to yourself. You’d left everything behind to be with him, and though Rocket rarely admitted it, a part of him carried the weight of that. The guilt gnawed at him—at the way you were practically stuck on Knowhere. The only time you seemed to go out was with him, and you were fine with that. You preferred him at your side. Those harsh words he threw at you when he didn’t know how to say what he really felt. You did the odd jobs, kept the apartment running, cleaned his guns of corse, but there was always more.
“I can’t keep waiting for you to decide I’m ready, Rocket. I’m not asking to be a hero—I’m asking to survive. What happens when you’re not there to protect me? What am I supposed to do then? Just hope for the best?” Your voice cracks slightly, but you keep going, holding his gaze as the two of you stood in the small kitchen of your Knowhere apartment. “I… I left everything for you. The least you can do is let me learn how to fend for myself, fly a ship, damnit, something—because one day, I might have to, whether you like it or not, and you damned well know it.”
The way he avoided teaching you to pilot a ship. When you brought it up mid-argument, his eyes locked onto yours, sharp and unyielding, the amber depths burning with frustration—and something deeper. His fur bristled, his ears twitching as he clenched his jaw revealing his canines, trying desperately to hold back. You could see it, the way he fought not to snap any further than he'd already had. To keep from saying what you already knew he thought. What he already said. It’s too dangerous. It always was. But you weren’t blind to reality, and neither was he. He couldn’t protect you from everything. You had to learn to stand on your own at some point. The last thing you wanted was to depend solely on him—and deep down, you wondered if that was what scared him most.
"You think I like bein’ this way? Flarkin' yellin’ at you? I don’t! But I know what’s out there! I know how fast things can go to scutt, and if somethin’ happened to you ‘cause I didn’t stop you—" He cut himself off, his canines bared as his voice broke for a split second. His eyes darted away from yours, burning with frustration, fear, and something deeper that he couldn’t—or wouldn’t—say aloud.
Your eyes softened, leaning away from the counter behind you. You knew Rocket meant well. Even like this. He'd never hurt you, maybe with some of his words, sure. But he damned sure wouldn't let anyone else. But you could see it, even as he tried to turn his head away from you. Through those bared teeth those beautiful brown eyes of his gave away everything. You made your way over to him, wrapping your arms around him. It caught him off guard. It always did. But he caved. The warmth of your body next to his. It was comforting. It was exactly what you knew he needed.
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"I can't... I can't lose you..." His voice was sofer. It was as if his anger melted away in an instant. He was still frustrated, yes, but he wasn't mad at you exactly. He knew he couldn't protect you from everything. But he could damn sure try.
"Rocket..." Your voice was a mere whisper, your hand trailed up his back. Even through his uniform, you could feel his pulse quicken in your arms. "-I love you. I'm sorry, I just... R-really want to-" And before you could finish that sentence. You were instantly cut off by the warmth of his breath against your neck, followed by a tender kiss. You had a healing hickey in the spot he was kissing-from him.
“Okay, I admit it… You’re right…” he whispered against your neck so tenderly. The way his warm breath felt against your neck. It made you melt. Every. Single. Time. “We’ll start, next week… if anyone’s going to teach you to pilot a ship it damn sure isn’t going to be Kraglin.”
You couldn’t help but muster a small chuckle, feeling his calloused paw run up against your back and along your sides. You wanted to let him know how argumentative he was, and while he had a valid point. You didn’t say a word. He you felt his whiskers tickle along your neck, the way his tongue slowly glided over a faded bruise along your neck. One he had left a few nights prior. “R-Rocket, I just want to be…”
“-Baby boy…. I know. Don’t ever think you don’t do enough, okay.” He said, planting a kiss along your neck once more, interrupting you. “You are so stubborn sometimes, you know that?” His tone was so much more relaxed now. Even as you guided your hands up and back down his back, you could feel those implants through his uniform under the palm of your hands.
“I know,” your voice was soft. As you slowly pulled away, your hands stopping just above the base of his tail, you had all but forgotten you were in the middle of making dinner. “-I should probably get back to making dinner?” It was a simple stew. Nothing fancy, but you were whipping up something that was quick and easy.
And that is all I got so far. Sorry this is long, maybe even a little messy. But it’s all for fun. 💖
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 4 months ago
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Hello! I am still here, thriving (somehow)
I been a little busy lately, work and all, and I recently bought myself a new pc and did some upgrades. I am hoping to get back to writing fluffy/smutty/self-ship/Rocket fanfiction soon again. My mind just kinda went blank, and needed to focus on myself.
I am mostly wanting to write some fun one-shots and what not. Random ideas that pop up in my head. ❤️
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 5 months ago
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for april fools we’re deleting this entire site sayonara you weeaboo shits
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 6 months ago
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These would be so fun to write! ☺️💜
going grocery shopping with your f/os ...!
♡ feeling their arms wrap around your waist as you look at the different prices between cereal or anything on the shopping list (or vice versa, you wrapping your arms around their waist!)
♡ subtle sneaks of a snack you/your f/o really wanted that wasn't on the list but still craved it anyway. bonus if you (or your f/o) try and give excuses on why this tasty treat is totally needed for the list amongst like bread and milk
♡ just casually holding hands while walking down the aisles in the store. it's a public setting yet you two still feel like its a private setting for a couple like y'all.
♡ bickering about what type of washing detergent is better, especially if you/your f/o are the stubborn sort and cannot decide on a thing.
♡ yet even in such a casual setting such as shopping for groceries, just the idea of spending time with your f/o can feel like the grandest thing in the world. anything with them involved is.
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 6 months ago
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Reminder that your f/o loves you, and they always will ♡
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 6 months ago
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My OC Kai just listening to the beautiful Whitney Houston and thinking about his man Rocket Raccoon.
It was a rather long day, it was Kai's second heist. Unbeknownst to Rocket, he was somewhat a natural. Rocket was in the cockpit, setting routs for their next destination. The scrap-yard. Kai had just had a shower, slipping into a simple tank top and sweatpants. He wasn't a fan of the whole uniform, tho it showed off some of his best assets. Kai had his phone linked up to the ships sound system, of corse, he was the type to listen to music while showering. He just happened to pick Whitney Houston. Feeling himself, and feeling ever so free of the space-attire Rocket literately made him wear. One of the reasons, Rocket liked to get a good look of his physique and frame, especially in tight clothes.
As Kai stepped in the doorway to the cockpit, Rocket's ears perked up.
Rocket: "You're so god-damned sappy you know that! Whiteny Houston?" Rocket chuckled, his wrist resting limply on the ships flight-sticks.
Kai: "Hey, don't diss THE VOICE!" He said in such a catty scoff-like tone.
Rocket: Smirked to himself, he found it silly and cute how Kai would get all 'diva' over his favorite artists, tho he had to admit, Whitney was a really good choice. He swiveled his chair around to see Kai sitting his holster and blaster on a nearby stand.
Kai: Glances over at him standing in the door way and starts lip-singing. "You are so amazing, Unbelievable, baby. It's you that make me smile when everything gets crazy. You're the one I love, no other man can faze me." Taking a deep breath, he paused.
Rocket had that silly smug grin on his face, shaking his head in embarrassment, but under those furry cheeks he was a deep red. His brown eyes lingered over every part of him. Kai looked so comfortable. Damp hair from the shower, the scent of his cologne - or perfume, knowing Kai it was hard to tell - it was always something fruity or fragrant in the best way.
Kai: -"Yeah, I know." He said making his way over and leaning down to be face-to-face with Rocket. Kai's hands rested on both sides of the armrest.
Rocket: Raised a callused paw, his claws ever so gentle on Kai's cheek. "But you're my sap." His breath was ever so warm against Kai's lips.
(This was something I had in my drafts about 2 months ago. So I figured I would post it now bc why not? I was actually listening to this song and thought of this silly cute scene. Anywho, if you like Whitney you’ll love this song I’m sure❤️)
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 7 months ago
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Why Rocket Raccoon is the best character in all of fiction
my presentation for presentation night
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sadly had to only do mcu rocket because i only had a 10 min time limit, i would have added so much more if i had the time
(posting this since @raccoonfallsharder wanted to see it)
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 7 months ago
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rocketedtothestars ¡ 7 months ago
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THIS is BEAUTIFUL!
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now this is REAL Firepower [4:15:32]
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