#writing rocket raccoon

[raccoonfallsharder]

Hi! I just wanted to say I've been reading through Window Across the Galaxy - inching forward but reading it - and the way you write Rocket is so damn good. Though maybe I'm biased to hell and back because that is also exactly how I pictured pre-vol. 1 Rocket, haha.

The switching perspectives offer so much. I love how much they are misunderstanding each other.

Your work is inspiring me to want to work on my own wip OC fic. I've only just finished reading chapter 2 but I'm so hooked on Jolie and Rocket's tale. I love all these little snippets we get about her and her career as an artist/appraiser/restorer is so interesting.

A few questions, I know there are a lot of little references to the comics here and there, some I recognize from my own forays into reading those, and when I don't, I look it up because honestly, you add so much flavor and life to the worlds you write that I feel the need to know more. For the stuff that isn't a reference or at least a direct reference (as in a product from a known planet), how do you decide on names and other specifics? I personally long to do that in my writing but struggle with thinking things sound believable.

My other question is do you have any tips for writing Rocket? I know technically he hasn't said anything yet where I am in the story - semantics really, lol - but even through his thought process it sounds so much like him.

friend. sunshine. dewdrop. every time i see a comment or message or ask from you, i get giddy as a six-month-old puppy. you are SO kind and generous and I appreciate your words & support SO much

i’m gonna (try to) answer your questions behind the cut because I am a wordy bitch. also these questions are hard because i don’t often think about HOW my brain works so i will do my best.

but first i wanna say that i am SO excited & honored to have encouraged you to work on your own oc fic! if you end up posting here pleeease tag me ♡ and if not that’s okay too. when i started Window i thought it was going to be just for me and honestly it freed me up to do whatever the fuck i wanted, at my own pace, and that is part of what has kept it fun for me.

K BUCKLE UP THIS IS LENGTHY

so in terms of the shit I just make up (Glortho’s Equation, Spartaxian sugardrops, various fruits and foods and soap and recycling-compressors and other general NONSENSE). this is a layered process.

Almost everything I make up, I try to root in a canonical environment/planet, and I want it to make sense for the characters to HAVE it.

so eg, recycling-compressors came about because, like, they just need a practical way to store or get rid of trash. Are they jettisoning it into space every cycle? Dropping it on a landfill planet? Rocket’s comics-canon disdain for Earth + mentions of intergalactic human lifeform rights policies that Earth doesn’t honor leads me to belief that MOST space-folk embrace more sustainable practices. could be a recycling planet, but i didn’t want them needing to travel there every eight rotations or whatever so i decided having a compressor would allow them to have longer gaps between unloading. but like, you could do ANYTHING. maybe most intergalactic packaging is made from products that can be burnt as a clean universal fuel or something ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

similarly i wanted my best raccoon boy to have access to fish. but since he’s a broke-ass bounty hunter 90% of the time, it’s gotta be something inexpensive/accessible (or stealable) - which means it’s probably a cheap export from a planet with a lot of water. Hello, Morag (and the resulting Moraggian moonfish). Sometimes I’ll reference something already canonical in connection to something I fuckin made up just to increase the sense that all these things interplay with each other (zargnut-crusted moonfish sold by a street vendor on conjunction).

Sometimes I do the opposite. I try to imagine what a product from a planet would look like. eg Indigarran beeswax. I thought, what would Indigar export? It’s this gorgeous planet with a cathedral/palace/place of devotion made of glass. if i - an aesthetique lol - had a glass cathedral, I’d want that shit lit up with candles. Can you imagine how gorgeous that would be? Glimmering everywhere. That’s how i spent too much time dreaming up Indigarran beeswax ceremonial candles for a throwaway line somewhere deep in Window I think ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

I also figure because of Kree imperialism in this region of the galaxy, a lot of shit is probably Xandaran. Relatedly if it’s a product associated with wealth, I’ll use Xandar or Spartax (also Atraxia but I think I made that planet up lol). I’ll use Asgard occasionally too but less often because it’s supposed to be at the other end of the galaxy. So if I’m referencing a luxury item, it USUALLY comes from one of these places.

For writing Rocket. I think @aliasrocket recently wrote something about this and I agree with like, every flawless thing they said. I listen to a lot of Rocket clips. I try to hear each spoken line in my head in his voice. Some verbs will end in a hard -ing, and some in a soft hanging -in’. I might also use a conjunction (even if it’s not a “usual” conjunction). Sometimes I use something like a liaison in French (I don’t know if there’s a word for it in English, but I basically smush two words together). Moreover, I’ll go back through Rocket’s dialogue on reread and just make sure I don’t go more than like 1-3 sentences without some kind of word-softening. Some examples:

“What’re you laughin’ at me for?”

“Why d’you wanna do that?”

In third-person narration from Rocket’s perspective (non-dialogue) i still try to use these sporadically, but nowhere near as often because I am trying to separate narrative voice from speaking voice just a little.

I also try to consider rocket’s frame of reference for everything from his perspective. What does he know about because he’s seen it? Heard of it? How did he see or hear it? did he learn about it from a fellow prisoner in the Kyln? Someone he did a job for in Conjunction? An alien refugee on earth? Iron Man? Did he steal it? Make it? Buy it? Was it given to him and by whom and why? How trustworthy is his source? How trustworthy does he think they are?

…

OKAY. wow if you made it to the end of this novel you are IMPRESSIVE and I hope it was at least a little helpful. if you have any other questions I will be flattered and happy to answer them and I’ll try to less fuckin wordy. ♡

you are a gem & a blessing & I hope your fanfic-writing brings you JOY

[mischievous-thunder]

Flashback scenes? More like a cry your heart out session

[sincerelykarai]

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 🙏🙏🙏

[sunllghtt]

Hi are you up for a messy scene analysis thing

Ofc it's this scene who do you think I am

I've been wanting to do this for God knows how long but I never had the balls and neither the words to (still don't) but I wanna try to properly talk about this scene. My primal instinct is to sit here and tell you how much this 30 second scene changed the trajectory of these characters in the next movies, how it made their friendship grow and develop and how much of a storytelling lesson it is (oh the so so deep understanding you need to have of your characters to have them say things so vaguely and still express exactly what they mean). I could also go down the emotional and subjective road and ramble about how much it means to me and how I resonate with it, but I've done that at least 837382 times and I think everyone knows it by now 😭 so!!! Let's get to the real thing

(I'm trying to keep it as analytical and straightforward as possible but please note that this is my favorite scene that's ever existed so neutrality is not really a possibility)

Rocket is a brat. He's restless, he's loud, he's always puffing up his chest and yelling at someone and picking fights with the wind cuz it was blowing in a way he didn't like and he's just an overall bastard. In this scene, though, we see him inside out. His head is low, his shoulders are slumped, he has his tail between his knees and he looks tired. He speaks quietly (curiously like he doesn't want anybody else to hear him), he's not deliberately insulting anyone and he's just..... defeated??

Up until that point I don't think we ever got to see Rocket like that. From what the movies have shown us he'd never had to. But in the past few days that led to this, Rocket had stolen batteries for no apparent reason (which we'll later learn why💀), ruined their ship, got literally kidnapped by Ravagers, blew up a creepy planet-guy-thing and oh my god attended his friend's dad's funeral. At least half of these things were directly or indirectly his fault and he knows it.

I don't think he ever doubted it was (we see it earlier in the movie when the Guardians leave to "The Chain" by Fleetwood Mac and Rocket scowls and winces like he either stepped in a pile of shit or got hit in the face by regret), but he still argued with Peter even knowing he was in the wrong just to keep up apparences or hold on to a little thread of pride when he was already feeling ashamed for being caught red-handed stealing shit he didn't need AND destroying their ship etc etc, and he just kinda fucked up big time. And I think that's (besides the general exhaustion of parenting a tree and fighting a planet and Yondu's death) is what got him so devastated in that scene.

Ofc Yondu played an extremely important role in that. He was the one to open Rocket's eyes, to give him some sort of reality check and show him the only thing isolation is ever gonna bring him is regret and bitterness (or, in other words, Yondu). Rocket is most of all hopeless and tired and just sad like that because he knows he hurt his friends. He knows he's chasing them away, that he yells at them, that he's always mean and that he steals batteries he doesn't need. He knows he's not awesome to put up with and seeing what happened to Yondu and his former friends probably made him terrified it'd happen to him and the Guardians too. He's stuck in this cycle of pushing them away with everything he can (and we could get into all his trauma regarding betrayal and death and literally endless other things but it's all very clear at this point) and he knows patience doesn't last forever. He's just scared, he feels bad and he's tired.

Now on the other hand we have Quill. He's also destroyed, he lost two fathers (3 if you count what Ego could've been, what he wanted him to be), basically relived his mother's death and had to watch literally every single one of them die. He's also scared and tired, yes, but all he has left is this unstable family of weird idiots who are learning how to show care and he's... pretty much fine with it. He wants it.

And when what Rocket's saying clicks, when he realizes who he's talking about, Quill, who's usually all smirks and teasing and bickering and name-calling, looks at his best friend like this,

because

(From vol 2 script!! Won't even try to comment on that last part before Quill's last line but I also really like that Peter just "shakes his head" over and over like he's just barely listening until he realizes what Rocket really means cuz it also shows a lot about his character. He's naturally a little slow and downright stupid when it comes to this kind of hidden emotional thing and he's also exhausted and depressed from everything that happened and STILL he stops and just. Sees Rocket, and sees Yondu.)

He's not doing well. He's probably sore and hurt and sad and miserable and yet he takes his sweet time to look down at Rocket, let go of his resentment from before and see right through him. In order to understand this scene it's important to remember he most likely doesn't know what Yondu told Rocket at all, he doesn't know anything they said to each other and how Yondu showed him they're mirrors. He doesn't know any of that. He just knows his best friend and his father and how much they resemble each other. He puts up with Rocket's bullshit because he knows how to deal with Yondu.

He could've just ignored him or pretended he didn't know what he was talking about. He could've made Rocket swallow his pride and "teach him a lesson" by making him say what he means without hiding behind metaphors and vague self-deprecation, because Rocket was probably vulnerable and defeated enough to be honest in that moment. And yet, he just looks at his friend, who's usually a loud and mean and restless brat, and is now staring at the floor with his ears droopy and his tail between his knees, and just says, as a form of reassurance and tenderness that's just as subtle and shy as Rocket's insecurities, "Well, of course not."

(The kind and soft and sweet DETERMINATION on his face tho like no!!! No we're not ditching you even though you suck I'm!!! Serious!!!!)

[fattummyt]

Bruce Banner (Marvel)/Female Reader - Widowed

Author's Notes: Rereading this fan fic honestly had me laughing my ass off, especially at the Guardians of the Galaxy character's interactions. I can't say I've ever watched the GotG movies, and I've not written too much Avengers cross over fanfics in my time, but... let's just say James Gunn better watch his back. Cause I'm coming for his job.

Read it on AO3 here!

Summary: During a party at Avengers Tower, Bruce has to come to terms with the fact that he led on his old flame, Natasha, who is none too happy to hear that he's moved on to a better, smarter, and more humble woman. You quickly learn why super heroes, body shots, and beer pong do not mix.

Bruce's back fell flat against the sofa as he tripped over the arm, "Nat—Nat!"

Natasha climbed over top of him, clumsily pulling at his belt buckle.

"Natasha—stop. You've had too much." Bruce pleaded, pulling her hands away holding her still.

She tilted her head and smiled coyly. "You think I can't handle my liquor? Don't insult me, Bruce."

"Natasha—you know I'm not single. I know we were..." "What?" She asked pointedly.

"What were we Bruce?" She pulled her hands away, standing up. Bruce looked away dejectedly, "I guess we were... just friends." "Were we 'just friends' when you refused to commit to a relationship? Were we just friends when I had to talk down the Hulk from a rampage? Were we friends when you cried on Morag because you thought you'd lost me? When you stayed by my side while I healed in the med bay?"

Bruce sat quietly, completely speechless. Natasha bit her lip. "You never cared about me, Bruce. Even now, you wouldn't even take me." Her voice cracked.

"No, Nat that's not—” “All I ever wanted from you was to prove you felt the same way. To tell me you loved me. But instead you decided to settle for that— fat bitch."

"Natasha, stop. I'm so sorry it never worked out between us, but I love her, and you need to respect our relationship."

Natasha backed away as Bruce sat up on the couch. "So that's it then?"

Bruce stood, hesitantly approaching before she slapped him across the face.

"Screw you. I hope I never see you again." Natasha stomped out of the room, right past Tony who had been eavesdropping outside the door, snacking on a bowl of peanuts.

"Bruce, you've got quite the love triangle going on there, buddy." Tony stepped into the room approaching the man still nursing his cheek.

"Don't call it that. That's not what it—what we had."

"Hey, good on you for finally settling down and dedicating yourself after years of leading her on. Peanuts?" He offered the bowl to Bruce who snatched it away, setting it on the coffee table.

"I did not. Lead her on."

"Oh, quite the contrary, Bruce. You knew you didn't want to settle down. You were too damaged, too afraid of having anything real, afraid that in the blink of an eye," He snapped. "It'd all be taken away." Tony walked to the other side of the coffee table, sitting on a loveseat across from Bruce.

"So, like any irrational man would do, you kept her at arm's length. Never close enough to admit you had anything real between you two. Every once in a while, you'd dip your toe into that pool. Test the waters. See if you two were compatible. But each and every time you'd panic, self-deprecate yourself into believing you had nothing in common and leave her questioning herself."

He shook his head, stirring his gentle curls. "What're trying to say Tony?"

"You're a better man now. You committed to someone. It wasn't her, but it was someone you deserved. She's justified in being upset, but she'll learn to move past it. And you'll be back to avoiding each other in no time."

Bruce blinked slowly at Tony.

"Gee, thanks for the pep talk, Dad."

Tony reached into the bowl popping some peanuts in his mouth.

"Any time, sport. Now go get your girlfriend. Last I saw Valkyrie was volunteering her for body shots."

You sat in the kitchen, your head a bit woozy from the smell of liquor permeating the Avengers Tower. Natasha walked in, brushing past you before pouring herself a cup of vodka and downing it.

"Wow, you must be great at drinking games. I can't even do shots."

She cleared her throat. "Yeah, I've got a pretty high tolerance to alcohol. You should ask Bruce about that." She grabbed the bottle, pulling off the cap and drinking straight to the head.

You laughed to yourself, as she passed by you. "Oh, do you guys play some drinking games together?" She chuckled, taking another hit off the bottle before slurring. "Oh, we did a lot together."

You narrowed your eyes a bit as she held eye contact, a cheeky smile curling up on her lips. In walks Thor, shirtless and wet.

"Natasha! You found another bottle! Come join us! We're doing another round of body shots." He clubbed a paw on her shoulder before guiding her out of the kitchen and into the party in the main room.

Bruce glanced over at Thor before entering the room. "Do you know why Thor is dripping wet?" You shrugged nonchalantly. "Body shots." He shuddered, shaking his head. "Oh man, never again. Alcohol is not my friend—especially when it involves other people's belly buttons." He took a seat at the small table across from you, reaching into a bowl of chips.

"What's up? Why are you sitting in here?"

You turned toward him. "What happened between you and Natasha?" His panicked response took you by surprise. "D-did she tell you something?"

You cocked your head. "Excuse me? Answer my question."

Bruce stammered, "I mean… a few years back we spent a lot of time together, but we never actually got romantically involved."

"Why didn't you tell me this?"

Bruce flailed his hands. "What would've been the point? It was years ago and we've already moved past it... or at least I thought."

"What do you mean, you thought?"

"Well. Let's just discuss this later. We're at a party, we should be having fun!" He tugged nervously at his collar.

"Bitch." You stood from your chair, grabbing his collar revealing a smudge of red lipstick on his neck.

In walked a smiling, tipsy Steve Rogers who after seeing this promptly turned around and left the room.

"Okay, I guess we're talking about it now." Bruce shrugged.

You stepped into the elevator with Bruce, leading the way as he trailed closely behind, pleading.

"Listen, it isn't what you think." You pressed the close door button before folding your arms.

"She came onto me earlier and I told her that I didn't want this, then she got upset with me. Because I never felt the same way about her... and after everything I ended up with you."

You huffed, words pulling tears from your eyes as you spoke them.

"So did you love her?"

He had a pained look in his face as he stared down at the floor. "No. I didn't." His heart ached.

You wiped the steady flow of tears from your eyes as you grabbed his jacket and pulled him into a tender hug.

"I feel so sorry for her." You whispered into his shoulder, Bruce felt so guilty he was nauseous. Sick that he had the power to hurt someone so badly. His eyes welled up a bit, as he felt a resounding crack in his heart, his iris flashing green. "I know, big guy. I felt that too.”

You pulled away, rubbing your hands over his shoulders. "Bruce." He smiled, hands resting on your hips.

"You were an idiot."

He nodded. "I respect that. But how do I fix this?"

You sniffled, wiping your eyes and nose with your sleeves. "Try respecting her. Talk to her. Listen to her. You guys had something special. Imagine losing that, then losing you too."

He nodded, remembering back to when he realized she was gone. That surge of hurt and confusion that incapacitated him for months after she'd died. "I was such an idiot." He shook his head, pinching back the fallen tears.

"But she's here. You can do better now." He nodded, before you pulled him into a long hug.

The door rang open and standing there was Clint, a beer in one hand a plate of loaded nachos in the other.

"Hey, idiot. And Y/N."

Bruce nodded, smiling meekly, "Hey, Clint."

You both stepped off the elevator as Clint stepped on offering a passing nod.

Bruce joined the party with a new surge of energy now. You enter to find Thor and Valkyrie playing a game of fear pong against Natasha and a barely conscious Steve.

"No, no, I'm fine. Just—wake me up when it's my turn." He mumbled from the sofa.

"I need a new partner." Natasha scolded and Starlord perked up raising his hands as he approached the table. "Preferably one that isn't a lightweight like a Capsicle over here."

"I'm your guy." Peter waited for a high five then after a few seconds of being ignored executed a weak fist pump.

"Whatever you say, Michelob Ultra."

Thor pinched the ball between his fingers before tossing and catching the corner of another cup.

"Oh yeah! One eye!" He and Valkyrie cheered, thumping his bare chest as Peter lifted the cup and read the card aloud. "Give the other team a lap dance for 20 seconds."

Everyone oohed, glancing around and you gasped.

Natasha stomped her foot, "Let's do it."

"Woo!" Valkyrie cheered, grabbing a foldable chair and sitting back in it. 

"Somebody get the timer going!" Thor giggled.

"I've got it!" Drax called from his large platter of chicken bones.

"I-I don't know. I don't think Gamora would like that." Peter muttered.

"She's not even here, Princess! Live a little." Rocket yelled, finishing a chicken wing before tossing it into Drax's slaughter pile.

"I want the redhead." Valkyrie growled, pointing at Natasha.

"Oh, thank God." Peter muttered, nervously rubbing his chest. "Don't worry, Peter." Thor called over, sitting back and spreading his legs. "As your captain I promise I won't get too handsy."

The room oohed as Peter shrugged, shaking his head as he and Natasha approached.

"Timer?" Natasha called over to Drax who was mashing buttons in confusion.

"I think it's broken." He muttered before Rocket walked over, flipping it right side up and smacking Drax on the back of the head.

Natasha smiled, taking a seat in Valkyries lap, her eyes trailing across the room to find you and Bruce at a nearby table, watching expectantly. Peter squinted, staring Thor down as he sipped coyly on his beer.

Drax nodded, "20 seconds. Starting now!"

Natasha pulled the hair tie from her hair, letting it fall free as she grinded in Valkyrie's lap and Thor cheered, raising a fist as Peter sort of shimmied gracelessly around his chair.

Natasha held unnerving eye contact with Bruce as she tossed her leg over Valkyrie's shoulder, and Valkyrie smiled, squeezing her thigh.

Bruce broke eye contact, briefly glancing over at you, who was distracted by Teen Groot's roots stretching across the table and dipping into Drax's open beer.

"Groot, stop it." You scolded, Rocket looked over and gasped. "You little punk! You are so grounded when we get back to the ship."

Groot huffed, folding his arms, "I am groot!" and Drax looked over aghast, as he pulled his drink away. "Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?"

It wasn't until you turned back around and you saw Natasha, twerking in Valkyrie's lap making eyes at the red eared Bruce, that you realized what was happening here.

"Come sit in my lap, Missouri boy." Thor slurred, pulling Peter by the back of his belt into his groin, grinding up into him. Peter gasped, scandalized as he felt something hard poking him.

Thor leaned into his ear and whispered. "Don't worry, it's just my hammer." Which sent Peter skating out of his lap, wailing.

"Time!" Drax shouted, banging his fist on the table, causing every surface in the room to rattle.

"Alright. Thanks buddy. You didn't really have to do that." Rocket pat his shoulder, shaking his head.

Natasha seductively stood from the horny Valkyrie's lap, but not before pulling her hair tie from Valkyrie's teeth and approaching your table.

"Good effort. Practice makes perfect." You said, running your hand through the back of Bruce's hair and Natasha sneered, joining Peter at the pong table.

"What happened to respecting her?" Bruce whispered and you rolled your eyes.

"I never said I had to."

He sighed, leaning into your hand as it traveled through his scalp.

"That actually feels pretty nice."

You smacked him now, “Remember this is all your fault.”

Apologies for an inconsistencies or out of character moments, I only care about maybe 5 characters here. This fan fic is at least 5 years old so if it sounds a bit clunky...

[happylittleshrub]

Do you think we will see his sweet face again after vol 3?😭

It's always a possibility! I was hoping Marvel would go through with that Nova show because it seemed like our best chance of getting a Guardians cameo but I think it got either delayed or cancelled, I don't really remember. There's so much going on in the MCU right now and so many characters I'm not entirely sure all the writers know what they're doing with all of them.

I'm really conflicted on Rocket appearing again because on the one hand I crave new MCU Rocket content like my lungs crave air. I'd lose my mind if we got new clips to screenshot, and make gifs of, and obsess over and to see how he goes forward as the new Captain of the Guardians. But on the other hand, recently a lot of Marvel's writing has been hit or miss for me and I had to see characters I used to like (Thor and Wanda for example) get done dirty, and I worry with James Gunn gone that Rocket won't get the character writing he deserves.

I'm not under the impression that James Gunn is the only one who could write for Rocket, I've read plenty of fanfictions that prove otherwise, but it seems like a long shot that an actually passionate and dedicated writer will be who's attached to whatever project Rocket appears in. I know there are other fans who weren't entirely happy with Rocket's portrayal in Infinity War and Endgame. I personally thought he was fine there and was actually better off than some other characters, (Rocket is actually the best part of IW/EG and no you can't change my mind) but even so he was still written better in the Guardians trilogy.

I want to think positively but a part of me can't help but worry he'll be character assassinated or literally assassinated in someone else's movie and that would majorly suck. Even though I want to see him again I'd rather his story end on a good note and we imagine what happens next than for him to be ruined on screen.

But who knows, he could appear again and be written just fine and I'm being a pessimist for no reason! 😅 I just love and care about him so much and I want to see him done right especially after the amazing story that the GotG trilogy told.

[abrielarnold]

The room starts to spin and he’s glad he’s lying down. He shuts his eyes and turns his external imaging devices and motion sensors inward, cocooning himself in the darkness and warm hum of his machines.

The only part of himself that he allows himself to interface with is the blades in his shoulder copters turning slowly in time with the slight draft in the room. He drapes his mind around them, giving the spinning, dizzy feeling a place to exist that isn’t his stomach. His louvres flutter like gills, directing his exhaust-filled breaths away from his fuel lines and processors.

You Can't Save Everyone, But You Can Try by JustAnotherGuest.

watched generator rex for the body horror, stayed for the giant robots, decided that there could have been MORE body horror and giant robots, and here we are.

[ohfugecannada]

Do you guys think Rocket ever told Groot ii about the og Groot?

I like to imagine he occasionally learned some tidbits about him growing up around the other guardians. I.E. Drax telling him he was a formidable warrior and friend, Quill talking about how he was wise and the only person on the team who had a clue, gamora talking bout how kind he was etc etc. but it was nothing too deep since they didn’t know him long.

Rocket, by contrast, despite knowing og Groot a lot longer compared to the rest of the guardians, never mentions him. At all. And anytime the subject comes up he dodged questions or tries to change the subject. Maybe the pain of losing him still hurt, similar to his trauma of losing batch 89. Or maybe he feels he wasn’t truly og Groot’s friend due to how much he pushed him away and called him an idiot, and thinks he cant be the one to tell his story to his son. A bit of both?

Whatever the case, perhaps Groot ii either never learned about og Groot from Rocket, or at the very least, it took Rocket a long time to do so. Only opening up to Groot ii later when he was a teen or adult.

[eflen-n-reegee]

Flip Rocket Raccoon Headcanons (Guardians of the Galaxy Trilogy)

Heads up: these movies contain death, illness, animal cruelty, arguable body horror, violence, fighting among friends, swearing, and trauma.

As a Caregiver

All his nicknames for you are… unconventional. “Pipsqueak”, “little turd”, “brat”, etc. They sound harsh, but he always says them with affection.

He causes explosions in different colors so you can enjoy the pretty lighting.

He swears CONSTANTLY, but gets hilariously horrified if you do the same.

He frequently steals little things for you. And occasionally big things. One or two huge things. He loves stealing, he loves you, you deserve stolen stuff.

He invents new cool things for you to use. Low-gravity suits so you can float around, vacuum-sealing blankets so you can feel swaddled even when you’re alone, a plushie with multiple embedded weapons in case you get in trouble…

As a Regressor

He loves slapstick comedies and fail videos. Anything that features someone being hurt has him rolling on the floor with laughter.

He’s a big fan of chase games, although he does tend to get the tiniest bit over competitive…

He has mixed feelings about animals while he’s regressed. He is curious about them, but he gets frustrated that they aren’t as smart as him. Cosmo becomes one of his best regression friends since she’s an animal who can actually talk back.

He loves escape rooms, and he often creates his own. It’s now a rule that he has to WARN people before he locks them in.

When he’s regressed, he really loves head pets and scritches.

[somewhere-on-knowhere]

I've written Rocket Raccoon's name so many times that when I finally used the word "rocket" as a noun my phone automatically capitalised it.

[gumcatbd]

NEW FIC!!!!

The third in my "Rocket Glitches" series!

This is by far my most popular series, which is probably for the best because it's really fun to write, and I have a solid plan for all the fics within it

This one is 'Memories, Exterior' which means somethin' but you'll learn the difference between his Exterior and Interior memories with time

Anyways, here's the link to Chapter 1! Be sure to lemme know what you think, give a Kudos, a Comment, whatever you feel like!

Rocket Glitches: Memories, Exterior - Gumcat - Guardians of the Galaxy (Movies) [Archive of Our Own]

[raccoonfallsharder]

I’m wondering how would one write Rocket post Guardians of the galaxy 3?

Do you think he would be as brash?

hi again, lovely! ♡♡♡ this is such a fun question. you also asked something really layered and nuanced here, which is how would one write rocket? and i want to give you a layered and nuanced answer. (philosophic ramblings about writing & characterization below, plus some of my own thoughts)

the fact is, no two people would write post-volume3 rocket the same exact way, which is exactly as it should be.

when one writes rocket post vol-3, i think they should think about how they imagine rocket at his core. what they think drives him. on the surface, we can say - he lost the only family he loved. but that's just a thing that happened to him. what drives him are the feelings. is rocket primarily motivated by empathy? regret? resentment? grief? loss? outrage? emotional pain? physical pain? isolation? community? fear? greed? hatred for self? hatred for others? fatherhood? friends? enemies? units?

how do these feelings change in every situation, and how do they stay the same? are there a few primary emotions that touch all the rest of them, and if so, what are they?

the next questions are, how has one seen rocket's emotions and responses change over time, and why do they think those changes have occurred? how do they think he'll continue to change in the future?

maybe one sees him as less brash. or... maybe one sees him as more brash, or more confident. or less confident, dealing with all this new responsibility and a bunch of kids, too. maybe one sees him as more fatherly. i think one could write him a dozen different ways, and each version could be justified with the right explanation of why.

ultimately, i think the most important thing for a person to infuse into their writing when developing a version of post-vol3 rocket is loving rocket. when you love and know your character, then you have a better grasp on who they're capable of becoming.

now, as mentioned, i have written post-vol3 rocket a few times. i don't necessarily think of him as being less-brash, but i do think of him as trying really hard to be "less of a jackass," as he would probably characterize it. i think of his scene with thor in infinity war, after his whole "time to be the captain" self-talk. i think of him trying to be a good dad to groot. he's trying to tap into the empathy he’d cut himself off from for so long. he’s trying to be practical, and he’s remembering how to be kind. but that doesn't make him less him. he’s still a genius, still sarcastic, still cynical (though less-so than in 2014), still using humor to protect himself from vulnerability.

then i think of him leveling up: being the captain to a lot more people; being a dad to a lot more people. still being himself — maybe even more fully than before.

i also personally imagine that the people of knowhere love having rocket as the captain of the guardians, and i think that's sometimes hard for him to adjust to or accept. his near-death conversation with lylla and finding the raccoons and finding himself all had a healing effect on him, but healing doesn't happen overnight. it's an ongoing process for our favorite pilot and mechanic and captain.

and as fan creators, we get to be part of that. and i think that's really lovely.

mitten aesthetic. ✮| ✩ fluff | gn reader | word count: 8,415. when knowhere breaks down in the thneed system, you receive an unexpected visitor. aka, it was a dark and stormy night when a stranger came to your door. for @/leresq.

welcome to the knowhere christmas party.✩ fluff & low-grade spice | gn reader |word count: 13,251. the worst thing about being a single dad is the number of meddling matchmakers rocket’s gotta deal with during the holidays. that's where you come in. mcu-based, post vol3. romantic fluff with low-grade spice.

emotionalistic. ✮ fluff | gn reader | word count: 570.bubbles & other intangible barriers. or, rocket cries during midnights on knowhere.

bite. ✮✩ low-grade spice & fluff | gn reader | word count: 2,266. you run into a familiar stranger at your place of work and end up flirting madly. or, a raccoon walks into a bar.

family. ✮ semi-romantic fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,274.one year ago today, the star children were liberated from the arête. the people of knowhere celebrate.

machinery.✮| ✩ semi-romantic angst & fluff | gn reader | word count: 1,946.rocket manipulates you into stealing something for him. what wouldn't you do for a pair of pretty almandine eyes? see post for warnings.

take what you need.✮ [each chapter is an individual oneshot.] gn reader, fluff & friendship. the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself. rocket bullies you for your own good.

windfall. (a meetgroot) ❤︎‬❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | 3/3 parts | word count: 44,521. semi-shy ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful. see post for warnings & context.

various headcanons & imagines:

rocket & coloring (string cheese nonnie)

rocket & origami ( @/wren-phoenix)

rocket & sudoku, crosswords & word-searches ( @/hyperjorts)

rocket & hanayama puzzles (nonnie)

rocket sings (nonnie)

music and rocket & adam, pete & jason (@/leresq)

rocket gets a team-up film(@/leresq)

rocket’s sense of humor + rocket with phyla

[raccoon-coded]

I wanna see Peter and Rocket getting sh!tfaced and singing / dancing their hearts out at a bar.

Like they meet up one day and they're healed and they're hanging out like the old times and letting loose and just being the best friends that they are.

I want to see them happy and finally living life to the fullest. ❤️

[sincerelykarai]

MORE PLUSHIE ROCKET!!!

"Draw me like one of your french girls" ahh

Do we prefer his bow at the front or the back? I personally prefer the back

[sunllghtt]

This is extremely specific and useless and tiny but it always gets to me for some reason. In Vol 2 when the Guardians are about to go off with Ego there's this 2 second little scene of Gamora giving Rocket a free pass to shoot Nebula if he has to or smth and he's SO UPSET 😭😭 it might be the fact he's usually loud and restless and crawling up the walls and thats why the contrast is so evident but this time he's just quietly fixing the mess he's made of their ship and just answers whatever they say with "Uh huh" "yeah" and it makes me feel so bad for him??? He knows he fucked up and it's his fault and it's clear they're all mad (especially Quill) and he doesn't know how to apologize or act around them. Idk man he just looked so off and defeated 😭 it's always the little things and the body language yk

I spent the last 40 minutes looking for the clip but I can't find it to save my life so here's the script to back me up lmfao

[wordishismart9]

Holy shit Gwen's characterization in the Rocket & Groot comic is bad