#rocketraccoon #peterquill #petraquill #Entanglement

Absolutely gorgeous. The emotions are running so high here. Your Rockets are so exquisite. You’re insanely talented, and I’m so honored that you’re drawing scenes from my story.

“You tried to access my processors? The chips in my brain?” He grabbed her face in his hands and his thumbs came up to the hollows of her eyes, the points of his claws so close to the stricken tsavorite pools that he so loved.

“You would have stayed- you did stay. I- I- did it for you. I’m sorry. I didn’t want to-”

“If you ever do somethin’ like that again, we are over. Over. You hear me?” he snarled.

“Yes, Rocket,” she nodded as her eyes ran over with tears. The wetness pooled under his thumbs, tracked trails through the blood on her face. “Never,” she promised him, “I’ll never do it again.”

“Good,” he snapped and crashed his mouth into hers. It was a rough kiss that hurt, and his teeth scraped at her lips, his tongue licked into her mouth. Petra went still and submissive under his hands and mouth, let him have complete control of the kiss. When Rocket finally pulled away enough to rest his forehead against hers, they were both panting for breath. “I- I- I can’t lose you, so please, don’t ever try and control me again.”

—— Chapter 11 by @hibatasblog

Oh my god! That drawing is everything! She’s so beautiful and suggestive. Rocket is probably completely and happily at her mercy here.

Me: they deserve the best. To be happy. To have love and peace!

also me, writing them:

Love this!

Mon beau chaoui, Rocket Raccoon, Rocket Kivashi, the Future Mr. Rocket Kivashi-Quill being the absolute thirstiest mother fucker over his gal Petra Jane Quill.

More goodness from my favorite author.

꧁･:☁︎⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter six. lockheartedness. [new 4/11] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 6/25+ | wip | word count: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | chapter six. lockheartedness.

pearl and the monster get to know one another. a little bit. see below for warnings & notes.

I just wanted to learn how to fly.  The words lurch in his memory; in his heart and his stomach. If she were gonna be around longer — if he had more time with her— He’s never tried to teach anyone anything and he can’t imagine he’s good at it. Or maybe that’s not quite true; he’d tried to teach A95 and L06 some stuff when they’d been in the cages together, back when he’d been as hopeful and stupid as pearl herself. They hadn’t had an easy time grasping what he was trying to help them learn, though, and since — since them — he’s never really tried. Not beyond explaining to Tullk and the Ravager captain about some of the repairs and modifications he’d made to the Eclector. But Tullk and the Captain had gotten it, hadn’t they? Maybe he could teach her to fly, after all, if they had a little more time— Because if there’s one thing he can understand, it’s wanting to get off the ground and into the beautiful and forever. Wanting to feel untethered from gravity, unstitched from the soil. Loose and free of pain, able to go anywhere a person had the money and heart to go. The first time he’d felt the yoke cradled in his palms, he’d known what it was to finally have his life in his own hands— No, he reminds himself firmly. For her own sake and safety — and for his sanity — she has to go. As soon as possible. 

read more on ao3 | masterlist, notes, & moodboard

sometimes you just have to have a chapter to get you from point A to point B. it's so hard to make these chapters GOOD so i'm sorry if it sucks and i hope you enjoyed it at least a lil. more angst to come in chapter seven, some comfort to balance the hurt in chapter eight, and a few anime-style "beach" episodes before we get moving into more plot-heavy chapters. thanks for being part of this with me. the support has been deeply, deeply appreciated. ♡

WARNINGS for chapter six: leftover regret. descriptions of child abuse/grooming (specifically gaslighting, blaming, and pet/animal death).

inspired by mary shelley’s frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.

some explicit statements or references ✩ abbreviated explicit sequences ❤︎ detailed/prolonged explicit sequences ❤︎❤︎

taglist ♡ @evolvingchaoswitch ♡ @glow-autumz ♡ @wren-phoenix ♡ @suicidalshitstick ♡ @pretty-chips

@inubaki @raccoonfallsharder

🌸✨💓THIS IS A TUMBLR HUG! 🫂 PASS IT ON AND HAVE A LOVELY DAY! ~♡ (´｡• ᵕ •｡`) ♡

awe tyy <33

You have utterly captured his heart break and hopelessness here. It’s so well done and beautifully rendered. I feel so blessed with all your art. ❤️❤️❤️❤️

Entanglement

Rocket no longer had the energy to care. He was weak from hunger; his food ran out five days ago. His mouth felt tacky, his tongue sticky and too heavy in his mouth. Rocket opened his last remaining water pouch and drank a few sips. It took all of his willpower not to down the lot in one go, but he resealed the pouch and set it carefully on the floor. So far, he’d greatly extended his survival by rationing what meager supplies were available to him. The force of habit is hard to break, so was the urge to think of his friends. Are my friends there now? Into the forever and beautiful sky?

-Chapter two. By @hibatasblog

I just really needed to draw something today. It’s how I cope. 🤣

Bro! This chapter is heart breaking. You know he gets out, but to really die scared and alone twice and for someone so young…ahh…it breaks your heart.

Rocket: [Referring to Blackjack] He’s selling us out!!!

[Rocket starts strangling Blackjack but is pulled off by Lylla]

Lylla: Rocket Stop!!! There has to be a reasonable explanation! At least give him a chance.

Blackjack: Thank you Lylla… I’m selling out.

[Lylla starts strangling Blackjack and Rocket crosses his arms and smiles smugly]

Make it so, number one.

Agree 100%

anyone who says they would rather be an avenger than a guardian is a fool. the guardians go on constant outer space adventures with a talking tree set to 70’s dad music. plus they all love and would literally die for each other. what do the avengers do? assemble for five minutes then get into a walmart parking lot fight and never see each other again. fuck you.