#return fire! {RP reply}

[guardian-rocket]

@stripesofbrooklyn

"I hope you mean that in the best way like I mean it as a compliment. You know to me you're a person with feelings and sensibilities. You're special, not because of how you were created or made but because of who you are."

"Pfft," Rocket scoffed, "what? Nothing special about you came from that serum if that's what you're gettin' at. Sure it might have given you some physical attributes but it don't make you, 'you'. Your loyalty, your kindness, not to mention... you're a stand-up guy, you know? Always ready to charge into danger without a second thought. And I gotta admit, that old-fashioned sense of honor can be kinda refreshing in this day and age."

[guardian-rocket]

"We've gotten to try all sorts of food around the galaxy. I'd say some of it tastes like garbage, not that I'd know what garbage tastes like," Rocket said, almost a little too defensively.

"So when we find something we like, we try to buy in bulk because well as you can imagine, the fuel rods we use to fly this hunk-of-junk don't run cheap and we can't exactly make intergalactic grocery shopping trips just because someone has a hankering for some obscure foodstuff that we tried once."

Rocket started tearing into the remaining piece of his fruit smacking his jaws as he chewed it. If his anxiety wasn't running high due to worrying about his pals this would have been far more enjoyable, but there was some solace knowing he and Spider-Man would remain friends even after this ordeal.

“That’s the spirit.~”

It anyone called Noir “innocent” to his face, he would have laughed outright. Then probably fallen into angsty introspection. So it was probably was for the best that Rocket’s thoughts were private.

Instead, the detective was happy to take more of the offered fruit. Fascinated to try more of the eye poppingly (to him) colored citrus. Humming softly at the bright taste.

“It is! I’m no gourmand, but it tastes somewhere in the camp of grapefruit and pineapple. Which, in my dimension at least, aren’t exactly fruits that a guy like me runs into often. At least not on the home front.”

That scarred mouth gives a slight wry grin as he chewed.

[guardian-rocket]

"With that being said and having that in common I can only assume that you possibly wanted to be someone your creator didn't want you to be considering where you are right now."  Vision added afterwards noticing the change in his tone.

He did have some knowledge about other beings having been created in ways that would be a sensitive topic to those who fell into that category of sorts and up till that point he hadn't really met anyone that was similar in a way.

Being the way he was, Vision was still  slightly slow on how to read someones emotions or pick on how things were supposed to mean hence needing some clarity on certain things

@thewitchsvision​

“What?  You mean dead?  Yeah I guess you could say that wasn’t exactly what I had in mind.”  Even on this sensitive topic, directed at him, Rocket’s tone oozed with sarcasm.  He couldn’t help but mask anything that made him feel insecure with his own brand of humor.  

Vision had coaxed a small detail out of him he wouldn’t normally talk about, but it wasn’t too common for him to have someone around who may have a semblance of an idea of what it felt like, at least a part of him hoped?  For all they may have had in common, he did feel some hesitance.  Rocket had become more self aware about how he treated others and didn’t want Vision to start feeling sorry for him just because he let it slip his creator also wanted to be his destroyer.

“I mean it’s stupid, right? No matter what you’re created for, having a purpose or not-- what I am getting at is I don’t care about that, and if it makes you feel like a bit of an outsider, I get that too.  Maybe I’m talkin’ outta my ass here, but I seen how humies treat people who are different than they are.  Scared of what they don’t understand.”

[guardian-rocket]

@byondtheveil [txt:RocketMan] Mayyyyyybbbbbee [txt:RocketMan]  You gunna be in town anytime soon? [txt:RocketMan] Also do you own swim trunks? [txt:RocketMan] If not I just need your pant size

[txt:Sunshine] Well I was gonna swing by in a few rotations [txt:Sunshine] I do have swim trunks, more or less. Last I checked Earth don't make them with tail slits [txt:Sunshine] I ended up modifying some I got outta a store when I went to the beach once [txt:Sunshine] On account of the tail attached to my butt

[guardian-rocket]

"Merry Christmas!"

"Who's the filthy animal?? I took a shower... somewhat recently."

[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]

Chillin on the couch with Rocket she started to gently run her fingers through his fur. "....You are wonderful you know that?"

He leans into the touch, enjoying the feeling of Rei's fingers running through his fur. You can see it on his face, that he's happy there, spending time with his favorite Terran, seeming a far cry from the smart-mouthed raccoon who just wanted to steal prosthetic body parts.

"I think you're pretty wonderful too," he says with a soft smile, feeling a sense of contentment when he was around her. "I'm glad we met, Rei. I really am."

[guardian-rocket]

"Stop being so adorable I'm pretty sure it is illegal…"

Rocket looks flustered at her comment, not expecting the 'adorable' comment. He tries to play it off, running a hand through his fur.

"Hey, I'm not cute. I'm tough and dangerous," he protests, but there's a hint of a smile on his face.

[guardian-rocket]

“Did you just punch a hole in my wall?!”

"HEY. Don't get pissed off at me, I didn't know it was gonna break!" Rocket said, his ear twitched in his exasperated state, but he was more startled someone caught him in the act of taking his anger out on an unsuspecting wall.

[guardian-rocket]

"Trick or Treat!"

"Okay, treat for Rei..." Rocket said, going to the fridge pulling something out of the fridge. "Beers alright to give on halloween right?"

[livililla24]

The LADS reaction to those weird ads from Love&Deepspace lately…

Link below and credit:

Zayne is at work when he sees the link you send him with a text message saying “found this on my fyp and I want you to have a look.” Very innocent, he thought. Maybe even work related considering the time of day it was send. Oh, how he was wrong. Zayne was very surprised to see the Daddy plastered on the screen, indicating him. He would be lying if he said it didn’t affect him at all how people saw him. But knowing that now, makes his face heat up a tiny bit.

He shut down the ad immediately and didn’t respond to your message until after work. Later afternoon you’d expect a response from him saying “You know this can mean two things, right? Get your mind out of the gutter- yes, I mean exactly what you’re thinking.” And then nothing. No further comment before Zayne is outside your apartment door. Something tells me he isn’t just staying for dinner…

- Zayne would SNAP wether you whispered or screamed that nickname. No matter what, he’d lose his patient manners immediately.💚

- Despite liking the idea of being called “daddy” he’d rather you would moan his actual name when you’re close. 💚

- For Zayne, the name calling (in that sense) works best for foreplay. 💚

I think Zayne would be into the whole “daddy” thing. Honestly, he might be the least kinky of them all but I doubt he’d miss out on this one. And the ad have probably whispered a little idea into that pretty head of his.💚

Sylus is bored out of his mind in his study and is much delighted to receive a text message from you in the middle of his work day, saying “no idea why this popped up on my fyp but sharing is caring.” Sylus’ charming smirk only widens when the ad plays on. Not even bothering to turn down the volume.

He replies immediately after you send the link. You can practically hear the smug voice through the screen when you read “Is this an indication to something? Come over tonight and I’ll show you what a Master does to his cute kitten.”

- Sylus would come and get you from work with that smug “bed” expression of his that makes your whole body sizzle like a starting fire. 🩷

- The drive home to his mansion is shorter than usual and you can’t help but wonder what caused it.🩷

- He would call you lots of wholesome names during rough sex. Stark contrast but makes it so much better.🩷

I think Sylus would enjoy this a whole lot. Honestly, he’d do anything you wanted during sex. But he has a dominant nature with him actually being a dragon and therefore probably turned on by the “master” roleplay. But would of course never dominate you into something you didn’t like.🩷

Xaiver needs to do a double take…and a third. He just took a nap at you guy’s usual meeting spot - the cafe - and had to sort of wake up properly before reading his name and then the hunted. At first he is so confused, like, what? But then thinks better of it and the gears in his freaky mind starts spinning.

He needs to text you back about the meaning and purpose of the link “I’m confused…what do U mean?” When you reply with equally as much innocence as his question was “I think it’s about the hunter and be hunted in a sense…” his thoughts spiral with confusion and it’s only when he returns home. Laying in his soft bed and looking up at the ceiling, thinking about you, that he understands. A slow smirk appeared on his handsome face and he decided to take action into his own hands.

- He would come downstairs to knock on your apartment door and question you personally about the idea.🩵

- Then he’d allow you to go on with it without hesitation and let you “hunt him down.”🩵

- The rp goes like this: he is tied up, prey to the hunter and can only take what is given. He enjoys being on the receiving end for once but has to get used to being out of control. 🩵

I Think Xavier would be confused about the ad for so freaking long before finally getting it. Mostly because he saw the link right when his mind was still half asleep. He has to get used to being the “hunted” for once but he is obviously open to trying something different with you. 🩵

Rafayel is so flabbergasted when he clicks on the link you send him. Lucky for him that he was in the privacy of his studio. Reading your innocent message makes him a little surprised. I lied. He shrieked at it before blushing a deep shade of red. Both from his sudden reaction and embarrassment.

At first glance he is deeply offended upon finding out that he is, in fact, the Good boy of the group. But after leaving it behind for an hour to focus on sketching, Rafayel finally starts to think better of it. Something within him stirs and makes him feel fuzzy, excited even.

- When you return home he approaches you immediately. Holding up his phone with the ad displayed. He is mad to attempt to get you to put him in his place and call him…that. 💜

- his pouty face is on right until you call him a “good boy” and he melts. 💜

- Rafayel’s moans will definitely turn into whimpers and more often than usual. 💜

I think Rafayel would be much more into it than you would (if that’s even possible) and he would literally ask you to do it just on a normal basis. Outside of sex, he would still enjoy it - to a certain degree before he needs what comes after…💜

(I am not an author and this did NOT turn out the way I wanted. But I thought the idea funny and therefore tried my best🥹)

[guardian-rocket]

"Oh I'm sure," Rocket replied, keeping close to the blue hedgehog. He had fairly little to go off of at the moment as to how the physics had ripped a portal between their dimensions but as he knew he was at partial fault for it, he figured the least he could do is patch it back up before some multi-dimensional multiverse authorities tried to send him to super prison. From what Rocket knew, if he didn't stop it quickly, it was probably going to get a whole lot worse.

"Of course I'd get tangled up in a place called Mobius, it's almost poetic, really," he chuckled as they got to the hill Sonic head led him to. He'd been on enough planets with screwy gravity that the scattered broken bits of the planet floating around probably fazed him less than it should have.

"Kinda looks like Groot's room before we made him clean it..." Rocket replied with a chortle before he remembered Sonic didn't know who Groot was. "Uh... sorry, yeah, Groot... he's ... something of a tree. He grows vines when he sleeps. Not great when you're in a ship."

He and Quill always had to get on Groot's case to clean up the vines because they were worried about the structural integrity of the ship... and they were a tripping hazard. It was easy when he was little but now Groot was big, which meant bigger, thicker vines that were much harder to move or break apart.

{➹} – FOR THE HEDGEHOG, getting from one steady mass to the next was easy enough but he was keeping an eye on his companion. Just in case. The last thing he wanted was for the other to slip and end up floating into the mess they were dealing with. Didn't sound like a very pleasant experience at all, Chaos knew what else might have been out there.

"Jumping dimensions isn't really the problem. I've been doing that for years. 'S more making sure everything around you doesn't come collapsing in on itself afterward," the hero mused, and one might have to wonder where he found his sense of humor in such a time. Maybe it was just too much confidence in that moment.

He wasn't exactly worried they wouldn't be able to fix things after all. Rocket seemed to know what they were looking for, and if they needed a few more brains on the matter the hero had friends who could easily fill those spots. They just needed to be patient, take it one step at a time.

"Mobius, an' yes, I know there's some odd symbolism there at the moment, but I promise the planet is usually a lot more put together. 'S beautiful, really." Of course he was biased towards that, but as they travelling through the remnants of Green Hill, he hoped Rocket could see what he was talking about too.

But soon the forest around them grew dense, almost too much so, but the hero knew where he was going and to anyone else the fact he was walking right towards a small hill was questionable. To him, it was normal as he arrived at it, reached out a hand and moved dense vines out of the way, revealing a tunnel on the other side.

To Rocket, he aimed a grin. "And, yes, I also know we took the term 'hidden base' a little too literally, but it was a necessity at the time."

[guardian-rocket]

@byondtheveil Giggling when he tried to fix his fur she just grinned her usual troublemaker grin. "Just cause. It is called blowing raspberries. If you do it right up against the skin it sounds like this." She said and did it on the back of her hand.

Rocket watched her demonstration, his ears folding back at the sound it made. "Sounds like Drax after taco-night."

[ocrpsearch]

Hello all!! I’m 24nb butch looking for 21+ partners (preferably also queer) for a lesbian rp! It doesnt necessarily have to be fxf as long as they’re lesbians of some variety ♡

I tend to write semi-lit 2-5 paragraphs but mostly will mirror and write for the best flow rather than try to hit a particular word/paragraph count. I really love horror and dead dove and would ideally have about 60:40-50:50-40:60 plot to smut ratio. I’m not very good at slow burn either, I like to jump right into the meat of it! I personally only rp on discord and can write with or without tupper!

I am in a few other rps and definitely not looking to replace any of them but I love to keep things new! However, in addition to those, I am in school and working full time and have a social life so I’m not the most rapid-fire responder all the time (though some days I can be!) I’ll most often get back to you within a day or 2 but probably never longer than 5 days and if it is that long I’ll definitely send you a text and lyk what’s up! Let’s face it: we’re both adults and life gets busy. I’m never gonna rush you to reply or make you feel bad about taking some time away and would hope for the same courtesy!

I’d love to be friends outside of the rp as well and I feel like the only way to do that is to be understanding of one another! I love to chat ooc and wanna really build up the world together — hit me with a shared playlist, pinterest board, outfits, headcanons, plot twists, all of it!!

So I have a few different plot ideas rattling around but I’m always open to new ideas or changing up/combining things too! I’ll not go too much into detail bc I feel like this post is already hella long but lmk if one catches your eye and we can discuss more in depth via dm ♡

a. mc kidnaps yc and the stockholm syndrome sets in alarmingly fast. it’s up to you if it’s genuine the entire time or if it started as a plan to get free (or if it’s always the plan but mc doesn’t see it).

b. mc and yc met at the same women’s ‘shelter’ that is actually incredibly abusive (human experiments?) one night they break free and are caught; mc is told to leave immediately and they won’t be hunted down with the only stipulation being that they do not ever return. of course they return the very next night to break out yc. chaos ensues.

c. post apocalypse maybe? or fleeing from some other Big Scary? yc and mc are heading south on foot via the appalachian trail because one of them heard of a sanctuary in georgia but there are changelings and haints in them woods!!

d. mc and yc are newlyweds taking a camper across the country for their honeymoon. one night one of them is attacked/assaulted and the other kills the person without even thinking about it. now their romantic lil roadtrip has turned into running from the cops and trying to cover their tracks. maybe they like the rush?

e. yc is a serial killer who picks up mc to kill then but learns quickly that they’re freak has been matched. i’d be equally excited to write it the opposite way if you’d rather write the ‘victim.’

I’m also interested in omegaverse and would be down to add that layer to any of these plots or to a different one if you’re also interested in that!

Um okie I’m gonna call it here but leave a like on this post and I’ll reach out to you via dm!!

interact and anon will reach out!

[guardian-rocket]

Is braiding rockets fur for no real reason while they watch Tv.

Rocket sat very still as Rei's hands went through his fur, feeling soft tugging as she weaved a few tiny braids into the longer parts of his fur. It felt nice, somehow, maybe it was just that he enjoyed the unspoken signs of affection in that he allowed her to play with his fur as she pleased even if he knew he'd probably look goofy from whatever she was doing even if he secretly hoped it'd look somehow badass. He liked watching TV with Rei because she didn't mind the chatter, and it was an easy vice to use to learn more about Earth's culture without having to work at it or be too obvious about it.

"There it is again," he said, throwing a hand in the air dramatically. A commercial for a food delivery app was playing. "This is useless to me. If I can't get Taco Bell while on Contraxia, what's the fricken point?"

[guardian-rocket]

Rocket's shoulders slumped a bit at her reply, not because he was pouting or feeling down, but simply because he was letting out some tension he was holding onto at the idea of dancing. He wondered if Mantis was right, if his fears of feeling foolish by doing the type of things Quill or Groot would do on a day to day basis might have been a little paranoid. He knew he was overly paranoid about his image... but every now and then something just would occur and confirm that paranoia or fear.

It was so deep seated within him, somehow it always stemmed from when his creator made him feel like an idiot, and he never wanted to let anyone make him feel like that again. He made it a promise to himself, and while he did still have times he felt stupid (and since being a Guardian those times went up exponentially) he still resented that feeling.

"Well... what if I don't know how to dance?" Rocket proposed sheepishly, avoiding eye contact. He had only ever danced in absolute privacy of his own room and even he thought he lacked any true grace.

There was a pout from her when Rocket told her she could forget about him dancing. He was rather self-assured, so Mantis didn't really know when Rocket started caring what people thought. But she understood that those five years had really changed people – at least those who survived.

A giggle escaped her when Rocket said that him dancing would somehow result in murder, and the empath shook her head.

"I don't think so! I think people would join you," she remarked with a beaming smile. "One of these days you will dance... and no, I'm not saying I will use my powers to make you. But I believe you deserve good things. One of these days you are going to be so happy, you will dance because you want to."

Mantis knew that holding on to hope was difficult, especially for the Guardians. Life taught them that happiness wasn't for them, but Mantis had faith. She had faith that even though their hearts were broken at the moment, her friends would know triumph. And if it never happened... at least they had each other, like Rocket said. Was that not a triumph in and of itself?