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Buy her more panties you naughty raccoon!

tiris.⋆☁︎:･꧂preview

[anticipated 8/16] ✩❤︎

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 18/40 | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard. ART: pearl's character design | pearl & rocket's bunk | heartspur scene chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch

rocket and pearl develop something of a tradition. the trio argues, and the kylosian has a request. see below for warnings & notes.

She stutters to a halt, feet nearly tripping over themselves in surprise once she realizes what they’ve walked into. Sparkling lingerie drips glitter from every wall and glass dais: shades of gleaming yellow and bronze, rose-gold, silver and champagne. Frothy ivory laces, sparkling with platinum threads and studded with iridescent Spartoi crystals — so tiny that the fabric twinkles. Gleaming, rippling silk panties layered thickly with ruffles, tied low on the hip by wide shining bows: flouncy and frilly, made from sleek fabric the color of iolites and dark honey. Rocket almost salivates on sight, imagining the silk under the ruffles becoming dark and slippery from pearl’s soft, dripping cunt. There are garters and bustiers and camisoles studded with fine sprays of sapphires and citrines, quarter-cup brassieres and ouvert knickers that damn near short-circuit his brain, and a whole line of lingerie made from filigreed gold metal-work that he immediately dismisses as too rigid and unforgiving to be allowed to come close to pearl’s flesh.  “What—“ “Special treat for me,” he repeats with a toothy grin. Her lips part, moonsilver eyes rounding out, a perplexed little noise curling in the back of her throat.  “I thought you meant a new firearm,” she utters, her voice breathy and uncertain. “Or something for the Dreadnought—“ “Nope.” He lingers on the n and pops the p, smug and drawling. “I’ve been thinking about seeing you in some of this fancy shit for a while.” He grins up at her. “I’ll be workin’ nonstop on the final model till it’s done, but I wanna know what you’re gonna wear for me on our first night in our new ship.”

from chapter nineteen. tiris. ✩‬❤︎ cicatrix masterlist.⋆☁︎:･꧂

a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe. 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.

WARNINGS for this chapter: rocket’s a degenerate. dirty-talk and teasing while panty-shopping, with the threat of being overheard. brief description of fantasies. angst.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto

I am completely wrecked by this gorgeous piece of art work. Their expressions and poses are so perfect. I’m going to stare at this for hours.

Entanglement

@hibatasblog’s lovely story! I wanted to do the scene when they arrive at the ship. A second pause before the history of these serenades us.

Chapter one. this was so fun to do!

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

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.

I feel called out.

Holy shit. They would totally get high together and watch random shit… fuck yeah my dudes!

Mantis: Do you have a self-care routine?

Quill: “Keep going bitch” said to myself in different accents.

Rocket then licked all the things…

Peter: That's it! I want you out of this house!

Rocket: Fine! But I'm taking my drink mixer with me!

Peter: It's a blender! That my grandpa gave to me!

Rocket: I licked it, it's mine!

Peter: That's not a thing! STOP LICKING ALL MY STUFF!

Rocket: Emotions are like fine wine.

Groot: <Why’s that?>

Rocket: They stay bottled for years to come and can kill if opened incorrectly.

This is adorable.

What I love about Rocket is the 100% sass on the boy. This line is perfection.

Even in alternate universes, like my Entanglement, he would still say this about Quill. Even and maybe especially, if he was in a romantic relationship with Quill. Just because the lil guy loves someone, doesn’t mean that the constant burns, insults, and grumpiness ever stop.

Never go full Quill