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Groot what the fuck

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✨ R E A L ✨

Some idiot: "Why are you reading your own fic, that's shallow and stupid"

All fanfic writers and writers everywhere: "Who the fuck do you think I wrote it for?!"

[sweetaliencheeks]

Hello! I was wandering if you’d write part two to “The one where she admits it” I hope I’m not bothering you I was just curious. Have a nice day!

You’re absolutely not bothering me, babes! I did try to write it, but I admit that I don’t know where to go with it. Nevertheless if you have an idea of what direction you’d like it to go, I’m all ears and I will gladly take your suggestions 🤍

Love love love x

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I just want to say that I love your writing so much. The dialogues are always so good and in character and I love the way you set the scene and describe everything, it really makes me feel like I’m living the moment with Rocket. I think you exploit his personality very well and always seem to bring out the best in him. He really is my comfort character. The way you write the reader makes me feel so feminine and beautiful and like a badass, and it really makes me feel so confident in myself.

I can tell you based the reader’s character off of yourself because of how authentic it feels, and I feel like I know you and like you’re almost a friend to me. I never ever comment or reblog or anything I’m more like a a ghost hehe but I had to tell you these things because you seem to be such a sweet person from how you write yourself in the fics and how you reply to the comments. You are a gift to this community and I hope you will never stop writing. I always look forward to seeing you pop on my feed and every single fic you write brings me joy. I wish we could be friends and we could share ideas. I send you lots of love from America 💙

Oh my god, I can’t even begin to describe how this made me feel and I don’t have the words to say how much this means to me. I am so grateful for your kind words & your support 🤍 actually made me a little emotional.

I do try to write him as best as I can, and get inspiration from both the MCU and the comics (because they’re different versions of Rocket, but they’re both really fun to write). The most important thing to me when I write my fics, is that you get as much comfort as I do from them, and I’m glad that’s the case for you & that you’re finding joy in my writings. And wow, I can’t believe I hold the power to make people feel that way. You have no idea how happy I am to know that reading me, makes you feel more like yourself. I’m sure you are a gorgeous, smart, kindhearted, absolute bad bitch of a person ✨

I do base the reader on myself and how I act/talk, because yes, I do want it to feel authentic & real. And yes, I guess you all do know me a little bit through my fics, I had never thought about it that way! Thank you again for telling me all this, it really has changed something in me.

I’m very glad to be a part of this community & for having such loving ad kind people following me and appreciating what I do. I will never thank you enough for these words & I would love us to be friends and discuss ideas, so feel free to pm me!

Lots of love from France to you 🤍

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i love these so much 🩷

another mcu gotg headcannon dump =3

(lots of these are pre vol. 3)

groot leaving the pot was a very big day on the milano. they hastily put together a big party to celebrate, and everyone had their attention on groot for a while-especially rocket.

quill and rocket argue over small stuff all the time because they are Both so stubborn. both of them have be right even if it’s something totally subjective.

mantis scrapbooks, and taught nebula how to do crafts. now nebula is obsessed with making little bracelets but doesn’t give them away because she’s scared of being judged.

it took drax the longest to understand groot. the first thing he understood groot say was groot asking for a zargnut. (post celebration drax gave him half of one)

rocket built his own pair of headphones to listen to music while quill was sleeping and he was up building stuff.

rocket is a major insomniac, when he does sleep he has night terrors. (this was remedied post vol 3)

quill taught groot how to dance when he was a sapling.

gamora and drax are sparring buddies, they spar as much as possible to train. gamora wins most of the time.

all of the guardians have some level of ptsd. like they’ve been through so much they are all traumatized.

rocket, autistic. quill, autistic. nebula, also autistic.

quill loses shit all the time, so rocket makes installs trackers to put on all of his stuff.

rocket and tony had a joke rivalry when he was on earth, where tony and rocket constantly tried to see who could make the better tech.

gamoras fav genre is metal, drax prefers R&B, rocket loves dad rock (as said here by me) but listens to a lot of other stuff, groot listens to jazz, because that’s what he grew up listening to, and quill genuinely listens to anything and everything

tis all for now

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doing our best for our boy <3

shoutout rocket fanfic writers, none of you ever mischaracterize him <33

[sweetaliencheeks]

I like this a lot

had this thought for a while but how would rocket react to microwaves. because i feel like he’d either be

“YOU COOK USING WHAT????”

or

“There’s a much faster way to do that with wayyyy more dangerous stuff.”

and there’s no inbetween.

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✵ THE ONE WHERE SHE HATES HIM ✵

Word Count: ≈1.87k

Notes: I’m very happy to be back at writing and you have no idea of how much stuff I have lined up to post! I’m making some changes on how I post and how I write. I feel like I need to get out of my comfort zone and write more dialogue and less “inner thoughts”, though I’ll try to keep it balanced. Thank you all for your kind messages and as usual, a special thank you to my girly @tina-isleeping for always being there 🤍 don’t hesitate to leave a comment & give me all your criticism and suggestions!

Love you all x

.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.

My hands were still shaking as I marched toward the engine room. Part anger, part something I didn’t even want to think about. I just hated how much he got under my skin, how easy it was for him to make me lose my cool and make me absolutely livid in only a second. He had done it again. Rocket always had to go rogue, always had to show off and prove himself better than the others, always had to ignore the plan and pull some insane stunt that, as if to make it even more infuriating, somehow always worked. And now that we had gotten back to the ship, everyone was acting like it was fine and like everything had just gone perfectly. No one seemed to bother to mention the fact that he could have gotten himself killed and, very clearly, it wasn’t bothering him either. So there I was, angrily marching toward the engine room, preparing a whole speech in my head and muttering it to myself. Not that he’d ever take me seriously, but he was about to hear exactly how I felt. Whether he liked it or not.

“Oh, so this is what you’re doing? Sitting here like nothing happened?” I stomped into the room with my arms crossed tightly over my chest to find him fixing some bits.

“What’re you yappin’ about now?” he didn’t even bother to look up at me, which did nothing but throw gasoline into an already burning dumpster.

“Oh, nothing. Just maybe the part where you decided to, oh, I don’t know, completely ignore the plan and blow up the engine room of an entire space station without telling anyone?” I yelled as I sharply leaned towards him, my finger hovering just inches from his face, trembling with barely contained frustration “And wipe that stupid smirk off your face, Rocket! This isn’t funny!”

“Hey, it worked, didn’t it?” he looked up at me as he removed his goggles, revealing traces of powder and dust streaked across his fur, tracing the curve of his cheek and the bridge of his nose, a messy reminder of the reckless stunt he had just pulled. He flashed a cocky grin “You’re still standin’ here, screamin’ at me, ain’t ya? I must’ve done something right”

“I can’t stand you!” I dropped my arms limply to my sides, letting my head fall back in an exaggerated sigh of defeat “You’re so-” I groaned, not knowing what to say next “Right, you know what? The others might be scared of saying what they really think, but I’m not. So you wanna know what I think of you?”

“Not particularly, but I don’t think I’ve got a choice here” he leaned casually against the wall, arms crossed, one foot propped up behind him like he couldn’t care any less.

“See? This is the problem! I hate that you’re always so smug, I hate that you don’t listen, and I hate that scratchy, annoying voice of yours that always sounds like you’re halfway to laughing at me” I started pacing around the room with exaggerated steps and sharp turns, the heels on my boots clicking against the metal floor and echoing with each stomp.

“This is very productive, please continue” one of his hands scratched idly at a smudge of powder on his cheek, boredom clear on his face. I spun on my heel, whipping my hair over my shoulder as I pivoted to face him again.

“You’re so full yourself! You always think you’re the smartest person in the room, which you are, because you’re incredibly bright and it makes it all even more annoying! And your jokes? Well, guess what? They’re stupid! But then sometimes you’ll randomly say something funny, and I hate that you make me laugh so often” I threw my head back with a groan, dragging my hands down my face as though I were physically pained by what I had just said “And you’re so loud and so rude, and I hate how your stupid fur is so… fluffy and shiny and-“

“You’ve been checking me out, huh?” he shifted his weight, leaning cockily to one side with a sly grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. My hands didn’t know what to do as the heat began to spread from my cheeks down to my neck. First they clenched into fists at my sides, then flailed around, gesturing wildly, as if the air itself could have carried my embarrassment away. I ignored him.

“And I hate your dumb little hands that somehow still manage to fix everything and make me feel useless and can’t help but admire it. And your ears? I mean, why do they twitch like that all the time? It’s distracting and it’s annoying! And don’t even get me started on how you scrunch up your nose when you’re annoyed, that’s gotta be the dumbest thing you do! And those stupid big brown eyes of yours! Ugh- I mean, who even has eyes that expressive? That pretty? I hate them and I hate how you’re looking at me right now” I pointed another accusatory finger at him, nearly jabbing him, my whole body leaning into the motion for emphasis. But instead of backing up, he leaned forward just enough to meet me halfway, smirking all the while.

“Got anything else?”

“Oh, I’m just getting started!” as I raised my voice, I noticed how his ears twitched slightly, but he didn’t react beyond an exaggerated yawn “I hate how you’re always acting tough, but then you go and do something sweet like fixing my stupid little pink blaster that you hate so much even though I didn’t ask you to, because like, what am I supposed to do with that? And I hate when you check on me and when you walk by me so close that your fur tickles my skin, and I hate that you’re constantly in my head because the mere thought of you is insufferable, and-“

“And?” he raised an eyebrow, his tail flicking lazily behind him, as though he was daring me to keep going.

“And you’re…” I exhaled loudly “You’re brave. And you’re caring, even though you act like you aren’t. And you’re clever, and you’re good at literally everything, which is just so irritating” I glanced at him briefly, panic flickering in my eyes as I slowly realised what I had said. Before I whirled away to carry on with my furious pacing, I noticed how he had tilted his head, eyes narrowing with a mischievous glint.

“You sure this is a hate list? Sounds like somethin’ else” his smirk widened into something almost teasing, his sharp teeth just barely showing as he leaned forward again. His claws tapped lightly against his belt, and although it seemed casual, it was brimming with arrogance and amusement. I straightened my back and lifted my chin, trying to act like l was far too dignified to let him get to me.

“And when you smile it’s like, I don’t know, the stars are jealous or something” my gaze darted to him briefly, then to the ceiling, then to the floor, literally anywhere but his eyes, as I pretended not to see the smug grin that had spread through his face “And above all, I hate that I don’t actually hate you at all”

“Oh, ya don’t?” despite the sarcasm in his voice, his ears twitched forward and locked on me like he was hanging on every flustered word coming out of my mouth.

“No, I don’t hate you. In fact, I like you. I like your stupid fur and your dumb ears and your infuriating smirk and how literally every single thing about you drives me absolutely wild” the corner of his mouth twitched once, deliberately, as if he was trying to hold back a grin but didn’t really want to. His posture exuding that smug satisfaction he wore so well “Don’t do that, Rocket! Don’t act like you knew!”

“Oh, I totally knew. But I gotta admit, it’s nice hearin’ you say it out loud” as he spoke, his smirk softened into something quieter, the sharpness fading until it became a soft, subtle curve. And if I hadn’t been so angry at him, I might have seen the affection beneath the teasing.

“You’re unbearable” with a quick, fluid motion, he hopped onto a nearby crate, his claws scraping faintly against the surface as he steadied himself.

“And yet,” he drawled, his voice dripping with smug amusement “You can’t stay away” my eyes widened slightly, caught off guard by the sudden shift in our dynamic. Having him so close was beyond disturbing, and the unexpected eye contact threw me off balance and made my breath hitch in my throat.

“Someone’s gotta keep you in line” I replied in the most nonchalant way that I could, before stepping closer and planting a hand on my hip. His nose twitched in response, and he let out the faintest hum of mock consideration, dragging out the silence before delivering the line.

“Good luck with that” he chuckled as he took a step towards me “And for what it’s worth, I like you too, always have. And I gotta say, I like it when you go on these little rants about me, makes me feel special” despite the terrible wink he gave me that almost made me cave in, I noticed how his claws drummed lightly against his arm, and how the uneven rhythm betrayed a hint of nervousness he would never admit to “So… now that we’ve got the whole you like me, I like you thing out of the way, what’re you gonna do about it?” his gaze was steady and unrelenting, and the question hung in the air with an edge of teasing that didn’t quite mask the sincerity underneath. How could I ever hate him?

“What I’m gonna do is forget we ever said anything” I rolled my eyes, trying to deflect his question, but I couldn’t deny the faint flush on my cheeks.

“Yeah? Too bad you ain’t that convincing” his claws came up to scratch at his jaw, feigning distraction, but his gleaming eyes gave away just how much he was enjoying himself.

“Oh, I’m plenty convincing” my finger jabbed towards him, stopping only when it reached his chest as I leaned in, eyes blazing with determination, and closing the already small gap between us.

“Then why are you standing so close, doll?” his voice dropped to a smooth, husky tone, and a sudden heat flushed through me. It was completely overwhelming and it was making it impossible for me to find something to say and reassert control.

“Maybe I’m just waiting to see if you’ll back off first” I finally said. There was a short pause before Rocket let out a low chuckle and took a deliberate step back.

“Ain’t gonna happen” his voice sounded calm but unyielding, with a rasp of stubbornness and a flicker of playful challenge. I felt his hand brush my waist, so lightly that it was barely there, it was just enough so I could feel it. I watched him lean in, slowly and deliberately, like he was about to kiss me. Like he wanted to kiss me. My breath got caught in my throat and my heart stumbled for half a second in anticipation, but as I was about to close my eyes, he stopped. I swallowed the lump that had formed in my throat and tried to act as if I wasn’t getting hot all over from this. His mouth hovered so close to mine that I could feel the warmth of his breath on my lips and the heat of his body. Then he gave me his most handsome smirk and he pulled away. Before I could say anything else, he turned around in a smooth and unhurried motion, jumped off the crate he was standing on, and simply started walking away.

“Ya know where to find me when you’re ready” without looking back, he raised a hand in an almost casual wave, a silent, teasing farewell that dared me to follow.

“Has no one ever told you that you don’t start something you don’t plan on finishing, Rocket?” I yelled after him before lowering my voice. With a smirk, I waited until he was no longer in sight to take a step forward “And I always know where to find you, baby”

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it’s a tie at the moment, please vote 🤍

I’m a libra, I don’t know what to do !!!!!!!

✨ hello my little space bunnies ✨

it is I, I am back & I’ve got loads of stuff to post! I have a question though, since some of my fics are a bit long, I’d like to know what you’d prefer:

to be honest, I don’t really like two part fics: as a reader because I find it annoying to have to look for it & sometimes I don’t even bother to… And as a writer, because it rarely ever gets as much attention as the first part and it can get very frustrating.

anyways, do let me know

🤍 love you all 🤍

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✨ hello my little space bunnies ✨

it is I, I am back & I’ve got loads of stuff to post! I have a question though, since some of my fics are a bit long, I’d like to know what you’d prefer:

to be honest, I don’t really like two part fics: as a reader because I find it annoying to have to look for it & sometimes I don’t even bother to… And as a writer, because it rarely ever gets as much attention as the first part and it can get very frustrating.

anyways, do let me know

🤍 love you all 🤍

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I am beautiful🦝

Inspired by Dom Moschoti’s beautiful raccoon drawing that makes me so happy :) I had to make a Rocket version🫶

Enjoy🫂

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Definitely writing about him wearing a shirt <3

Rocket + his coffee

Guardians of the Galaxy (2020) #01

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Rocket | Ewing/Gorham

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This literally made me cry??? Omg??? Thank you so much for remembering me and mentioning me, this is literally the sweetest thing 🤍

I have also been busy adulting, but I’m still just as obsessed! I’ve got some drafts, I’ll be posting soon x

And I want to add my girly @tina-isleeping to the list 🤍

I love how gotg is such a big movie but with such a small fandom on tumblr 😭🙏

Like a majority of the fandom is me, @raccoon-coded @sunllghtt @retrobr and @incorrect-starbula (let me know if I missed anyone)

Also just received the biggest honour of my life bc me and @retrobr are now moots 🙏🙏🙏

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Leaving this here for my fellow Rocket lovers. I think you'll enjoy this as much as I do 💖

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so i found an old sketch of rocket in my phone gallery and decided to paint over it‼️

the old version is under the cut but it looks horrible y'all are warned 💀

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Rocket's poses!