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10 months ago
Found This On Facebook, And It’s Perfection!

Found this on facebook, and it’s perfection!


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5 months ago

So Petra would post this, but Gamora is the cat and Rocket is the wife….

Saw this on Twitter

Saw This On Twitter
Saw This On Twitter
1 year ago
Happy New Year @nerdy-and-dedicated! You’ve Been Such A Delightful Friend! Thanks For Making 2023 Even

Happy New Year @nerdy-and-dedicated! You’ve been such a delightful friend! Thanks for making 2023 even better.

Everyone have a lovely day! roquill was my 2023 year. My heart is better for it!

Tiny note. This was slightly inspired by the ride BREAKOUT in Disneyland. Rocket getting back his baby-boo’s headset from the collector. Sweet boy!

8 years ago

Seriously, wtf world.

I’m Posting This Every Wednesday. 

I’m posting this every Wednesday. 

9 months ago

Pretty much me too. Currently working up a serving of pain for my boy and gal.

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

also me, writing them:

Me: They Deserve The Best. To Be Happy. To Have Love And Peace!
3 months ago

This comic I’ve recently discovered is so, so Rocket and Jack coded.

This Comic I’ve Recently Discovered Is So, So Rocket And Jack Coded.
This Comic I’ve Recently Discovered Is So, So Rocket And Jack Coded.
This Comic I’ve Recently Discovered Is So, So Rocket And Jack Coded.
This Comic I’ve Recently Discovered Is So, So Rocket And Jack Coded.
This Comic I’ve Recently Discovered Is So, So Rocket And Jack Coded.
This Comic I’ve Recently Discovered Is So, So Rocket And Jack Coded.
This Comic I’ve Recently Discovered Is So, So Rocket And Jack Coded.
2 months ago

Y’all. Y’ALL. I’m losing my mind over this. Fans self as I try not to ignite in a grand conflagration of flame. 🔥 Rocket, go slay that sweet storyteller pussy. 🚀 🦝 🍆 🍑 💦 🦷 😜

year five: dispersal

part three preview ✿ coming wednesday 4/30

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Year Five: Dispersal
Year Five: Dispersal
Year Five: Dispersal
Year Five: Dispersal

seeds of second chances.

“Well, this is definitely where I’m gonna fuck you, then,” Rocket growls, and the words are soft and smoky against the rumpled bedroll. 

A shiver — ticklish-soft, like feathers and fur — floats up your spine. You let out a shuddery breath and turn back to hold his shining eyes. With the festival tonight, you’d never started a fire in the hearth, and Rocket is just a dark and threatening shadow to your weak vision in the night. Without the fire to throw his ruby-cabochon eyes into glow, you can barely pick him out in the shadows.

“‘Cause I missed you, storyteller.” 

Your ears strain. You’re sure he takes a step toward you. 

“You and all your pretty words. How stubborn you are. How smart you are. How damn sweet.” 

The words float toward you, and your abdomen clenches tight, even while something stings your eyes. 

“I missed you too,” you admit. Your voice wobbles, and you scrunch your nose and lick your lips, trying to keep your words measured. “I — so much, sweetheart.”

“I know, babygirl.” He tsks against his teeth — takes another step toward you. Some small shard of light must catch his eyes, because they flash like copper moons — three paces further to the left than you’d thought.  “Wouldn’t have believed it a few circs ago, but you miss me every time I’m gone, huh?” His voice roughens — grows hoarse, with something you’re sure is regret. You’ve heard it lingering against his teeth enough times to recognize it. “I was starside for so frickin’ long this time, too. Wouldn’t have blamed you if you’d given up on me—”

“Absolutely not,” you hiss, wounded by the words. The dark silhouette of him raises its hands in mock-surrender, eyes flashing like garnets as he slides another foot forward. “You promised—”

“I know, princess,” he purrs. “I did. But my promises haven’t meant much to most people before now. Groot’s prob’ly the only one who ever believed in ‘em before.” Another careful, measured stride. “The whole frickin’ time I was out there, I was thinking of you. Wanting to get back — tell you how much I love you. Lick that mark I left you.”

Your fingers flutter up to the pearly ring of scars, and your pussy suddenly flutters and dampens. You take a step backward, further onto the bedroll.

“Could bite you a new promise,” he croons dangerously. “One where I don’t gotta leave you behind again.”

Your cunt spasms now, and something beneath your sternum does too: heart clenching just as needily.

“I want that,” you agree breathlessly. “I want that too.”

“Right here,” he continues. “Gonna fuck you and bite you right on this damn bedroll. Can’t tell you how many times I wanted to before.”

Another loping stride toward you; another quick crimson gleam of lava-hot eyes. Your bare toes curl against the softly-crumpled blankets and quilts.

“Wanted to fuck you in this bed for so long, babygirl. Probably since the first morning I came in here  — following a stray fuckin’ flerken — and saw you layin’ there, all soft and messy.” His voice dips low. “Like that damn pussy of yours.” 

You hear him — breathing in, slow and steady. Inhaling your scent like a hunter.

“I missed her, too, storyteller,” he admits, and when he steps toward you again, he’s got the look of a predator caught in his eyeshine once more. It sends a shiver up your spine. “An’ I can tell by the way she smells that she missed me back.”

Year Five: Dispersal

from chapter six year five: dispersal, part three [anticipated 4/30] ‬❤︎‬❤︎ florescence❀| navigation | fanfiction masterlist

WARNINGS for this chapter: touch of primal play, touch of somno, light bondage/blindfolding, torn clothing, The Tail™. tons of dirty talk. light painplay, nipple-play and tit-slapping, marking (claws, teeth/biting), praise, light degradation, "slut" (affectionate), lots of overstim, masturbation, cunnilingus.

“The only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives before that whack-job ever gets there.”

rocket & groot leave their friends behind on knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the shi’ar galaxy.

Year Five: Dispersal
Year Five: Dispersal
Year Five: Dispersal

flower divider by @/thecutestgrotto • planet divider by @/edensrose • mdni & support banners by @/saradika-graphics • moodboard by me! ♡

1 year ago

This is frightening and perfect. I love their expressions. Glorious! I am so blessed with your art.

Entanglement

Entanglement

“How? How do you know that? There was no time to read it-”

“Listen to me, none of that matters anymore. All that matters is you getting out of here.” Petra told Rocket, putting her hand on his shoulders. There was a loud thump on the cargo bay door, and both of them turned to check the monitoring cameras. Frack pounded at the door while Knot’s mouth opened in a wordless hiss.

Rocket drew in a breath of pain as Petra gripped his shoulders with punishing strength. “You have two choices. One, finish prepping the ship, and get out of here as soon as the locking mechanism is off, or, two, I knock you the fuck out. What’s it going to be?”

One of Petra’s hands was burning him with cold, and she shook him roughly. “Which is it Rocket? You don’t tell me right away, then I’ll choose for you.” There were strange harmonics snarling in Petra’s voice, her eyes were glowing uranium lanterns. He wanted to scream in terror at her expression, but he knew that if he started he’d never stop.

——Chapter 10 by @hibatasblog

not gonna lie, this reminds of some a story I once read about Peter. When his mind extended the span of galaxies under Ego’s influences. Pushing him mentally beyond the factors of human perspectives til the case of the root of his humanity is called back. His mother. But the side effects linger on as the scope of his consciousness is suddenly reduced back to the size of glass where it once had been an ocean.

For Petra it’s similar in my eyes. The celestial traits giving her mind’s eye a perspective beyond the ‘smaller frames’, this being Rocket. As long as he’s okay, the means are justified. soooooo….amazing chapter!!!! the picture scared the crap out of my friend so I’m calling it a win.

1 year ago

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

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.

1 year ago

So much amazing art today! I love them together.

Entanglement

Entanglement

A woman sang softly as she held Petra in her arms. Her voice spilled out into the air, a golden river of song. Outside it was windy and cold with snow, but, here, she was safe and warm and happy. Petra nuzzled closer to the woman and pressed her face into her soft sweater. The woman smelled dizzily of the fragrant Georgio Beverly Hills perfume made up of the soft springy scents of orange blossom, rich tuberose, and delicious, mouth-watering vanilla.

Petra’s mother smelled like a dream come true, and she was so, so pretty. Her eyes were clear beryl and her smile filled her heart with pure love and trust. Petra cuddled closer as her mother continued to sing.

-Chapter 7 by @hibatasblog

I love my mom. She’s my rock so I really related to this scene in the story where Petra is left alone after an assault. She taps into memories of her mother to lure herself into a better state of mind. Made me happy… till it didn’t. (Spoilers!)

anyway! Please look up the story! It’s amazing!!! Everyone! Please have a lovely day!

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