Gamora: [to Quill] You’re So Clever! How Can Somebody As Clever As You Be So Stupid?!

Just perfectly painful and lovely in all the best ways. Achingly vulnerable Rocket is my jam. Read and comment on every chapter of this gorgeous story.

cicatrix.⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter twenty-eight. la momophobia. [NEW 3/19] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 27/40+ | wip | wordcount: pending. cicatrix masterlist & notes | navigation chapter twenty-eight. momophobia. ✩ see warnings and art below. | NEW! rocket combs pearl's hair

bathtime confessions.

“Close your eyes,” he rasps, and she does. He leans over the lip of the tub and presses the warm, damp fabric to her forehead, carefully avoiding the wounds that Drax has already cleaned and dressed — dabbing cautiously at the shallow scratches that he hadn’t. Pearl doesn’t flinch or hiss or even gasp: just lets herself go soft and easy under his touch, so absolutely trusting that it wrenches his heart all over again. He gently mops the smears of blood left behind, and the creases and tear-tracks in the dust on her cheeks, all crisp and crystallized with salt. “Rocket—"

“Just—“ he interrupts, and the word is thick and heavy in his mouth. “Just shut up and lemme do this, okay?” But there’s no venom in his voice, no razor-sharp slice. He almost doesn’t even recognize it as his own. He cleans every soft plane and hollow in her face: tracing each bone and curve, drawing constellations in her freckles with the cloth. Adrestia. Auxesia. Penthus. Arete. Astraea. Dicé. His right hand follows his left: memorizing her hairline, lingering mournfully at the edges of her minor cuts and scrapes. Archiving each little wound into his sensory memory, like a prayer or a punishment. As his palms grow wet, the feeling of her intensifies under his hands. By the time he’s washing the dust off her eyelids, he swears he can identify each and every soft eyelash feathering under his thumb. He cleans the hollows behind the hinge of her jaw, the soft vulnerability under her chin. When he moves down the throat he’d almost crushed that first night on the Arete, his eyes burn. You’re not a monster, she’d whispered up to him that night, with her ribs bruising between the brutal grip of his knees. You never have been.

read more on ao3 | cicatrix masterlist & notes see warnings and art below. this chapter is full of angst so double-check the warnings please!

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.

ART: pearl’s character design | pearl & rocket’s bunk | heartspur scene | chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch| rocket & pearl snuggle | adorable pearl x rocket selfie by @/starriidreams | sexy, evocative waterlily pearl x rocket painting by @/hibatasblog ♡ | NEW! rocket combs pearl's hair

WARNINGS for this chapter: infinite angst (& comfort). woundcare. discussion of animal surgery, and medical & (i would argue) psychological torture. lots of non-smutty naked/partially-clothed intimacy and the occasional dirty thought (because rocket). regret, self-recrimination, and self-loathing.

fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬ masterlist, notes, & moodboard | navigation

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

True Ravager stories.

Peter Quill is the type of guy to randomly drop little pieces of Ravager lore on the Guardians and then continue on like nothing happened, like when your dad reveals hes wanted in five countries type shit and Guardians always get whiplash like… shit. I forgot hes a ravager. Like-

Rocket: hey you ever been to Trivida? Looks nice Peter: oh yeah i've been. Really pretty place. One time a few guys thought itd be funny to stick me in a burlap sack, so cliche right? And they threw me out of the ship. It took Yondu seven days to find me…………….. Also i never saw those guys again. Huh. Anyway its a nice planet. Cool people.  Rocket:....... Im sorry what the fu- ~ Gamora: hey Peter, theres this creature thing that uh, wants to talk to you? Peter: oh! Achilles hey! Achilles, a giant flesh eating tentacle monster: Petey! Tell your old man I said hi why don't you! You never visit me anymore! Peter, who has Yondu saved as ‘kidnapper’ in his pager: oh yeah defo! He misses you too Gamora:...... what ~ Groot: I am Groot Peter: no no, sorry i cant Groot: i am Groot? Peter: yeah my legs magnetic because when i was like fourteen i wanted to steal this relic and then uh this older dude Macho didn't like that and he replaced my leg with a fire hydrant. Anyway want some nachos?  Groot:.... Holy shi-

Just peter dropping lore the Guardians have no idea what to do with

After getting over the initial shock and heartbreak of this tweet and this reply, it hit me that (and I don't know if this is a cultural thing here in the middle east or an Islamic one)

A child has to be named even if they're stillborn.

For a child to not be named, that means there's no one left to name them. They were killed along with their entire family.

I hoped I was wrong, but I checked the list of victims of Israeli attacks and found this:

Israel has ended 47 Palestinian bloodlines over the course of this genocide (or perhaps more), so you might think that this little detail isn't that important, but I don't think we should get used to cruelty of this proportion, no matter how consistently Israel commits it.

The number of victims isn't just a number. These are people with full lives and hopes and dreams.

It's enough of a disaster that these families were wiped out, but in murdering them, Israel didn't just deprive them of their lives, hopes, and dreams. It deprived them of even the dignity to name their children.

It continues to deprive the remaining Palestinians of their most basic human rights.

What did the Palestinians do to not deserve food or water or electricity?

What did their *newborns* do to not deserve lives or at the very least names?!

This is the most harrowing form of terrorism I can think of. The genocidal Israeli occupation is the most despicable terrorist organization the world has had the displeasure of knowing.

The whole world should be deeply ashamed that it's not only allowing such heinous war crimes to be committed, but in a lot of ways, it's enabling them.

I don't know how anyone can be neutral about this.

Stand with Palestine, stand against the occupation. Against genocide.

ربنا يتقبل الأطفال دول و أمهاتهم و عائلاتهم اللي الاحتلال قتلهم معاهم شهداء، و ينتقم من إسرائيل و أي حد بيمكّنهم أشد انتقام في الدنيا قبل الآخرة.

Two captains and one calm evening with songs from Awesome Mix on their Walkman through headphones for two.

Coming soon Not coming soon.

Acne and the scars that is can cause do not diminish anyone's natural beauty. Anyone who says otherwise is a shallow jerk-ass.

Can you please do me a favour and reblog this if you think people with acne and acne scars can still be attractive?

I’d really appreciate it. Thank you.

Holy shit. The first chapter was so fucking good! You will not regret reading this or anything by this author. Top tier quality and smoking hot.

⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⋆ (a meetgroot*) masterlist

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 1/3 parts | wip | word count: pending.

wind·fall /ˈwin(d)ˌfôl/ noun. an apple or other fruit blown down from a tree or bush by the wind; an unexpected piece of good fortune.

semi-shy touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful.

based on a prompt by @creativepromptsforwriting: The apartment she moved to has a beautiful, well-tended garden. After a while she finds out that her neighbor is the one tending to the plants and she decides to help him out one day.

mcu-based, post-volume-three, possible secondhand embarrassment. rising sexual tension with explicit commentary and fantasy; smut in part three. check back for warnings.

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 collects Parts One through Three. Part One. Sugared Violets. 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ groot attempts to parent-trap his dad. ✩ Part Two. Crystallized Ginger. 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ nebula talks some sense into the captain. ❤︎ Part Three. Candied Apples. 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ everything bears fruit.❤︎❤︎

no skin color, hair texture, or body shape/size specified in this work - the bodies depicted below are solely present to show off the damn dress.

some explicit statements or references ✩ explicit scenes or fantasy sequences ❤︎‬ long, detailed, and graphic explicit content ❤︎‬❤︎‬ deliberately smut-free, mostly or entirely platonic ✮

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

Who can't be all about how awesome this is!

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A fight, a flight, and a feather soft comforting.

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chapter thirteen. heartspur. [new 6/7] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 13/25+ | wip | word count: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | chapter thirteen. heartspur. see pearl's character design here. see pearl & rocket's bunk here.

rocket and pearl get in a fight. rocket shares a secret. see below for warnings & notes.

It’s like she’s found a dial he hadn’t known was there. His heart and lungs are still pummeling his bones, too much momentum to slow them down — but his shoulders go molten, becoming flux under her ministrations, and his head tilts forward, suddenly too heavy to hold up. Her fingertips float to the sides of his face — light as Foresterian moonmoths brushing against his whiskers and fur — while her thumbs continue to stroke up from the nape of his neck to the crown of his skull. They rove against his head in petal-like ovals, and then slide back down again.  Circs and circs before, trapped on HalfWorld, the muscles in Rocket’s neck and shoulders had been manipulated into new shapes: shortened, lengthened, split; twisted into tendons. They force himself to hold his shoulders broad and his head upright. He’s pretty sure there’s no name for any of the stuff he’s got going on in his body. But it’s here — in these strange manmade muscles between his neck and his shoulders — that pearl carefully kneads her thumbs. Her fingertips are still stretched upward, cradling his jaw like he’s— Like he’s something precious. Fragile. His breath hitches on a strangled sound. His ribs spasm upward, eyes suddenly wet and burning.

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LONG chapter. buckle in, baby bluebirds. i was gonna split it but we've got two weeks till the next update and i just wanted to give you something nice for being so nice to me while i've been back-and-forth with my family situation. thank you for being fucken amazing little suncatchers and gemstones and fireflies, and buttery lil silver-dollar-pancakes.

WARNINGS for this chapter: canon-typical violence against animals. brief description of surgical violence. rocket's a real piece of work.

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.

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

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

I’m gonna write the fuck outta this scene you’ve imagined if you aren’t careful. 🦝 🧔

tbh rocket in the 2021 video game looks like a cute lil man with his beard i wanna braid it

looooook

i have so many thoughts about this lil guy and his goatee. i already started writing about it in my LENGTHY fuckin list of eidos-rocket headcanons that i'm trying to post in july (i'm so close to being done watching the game but then i feel like i gotta go find all his lines somewhere tbh because i can't just rewatch it 4+ times like i have with the movies). but honestly, this guy is the most vain rocket, i'm pretty sure. his fur is SO fluffy and sleek. and that little beard is so well-manicured and maintained and flowy. he's got lil beads in it. what a cutie.

(i may have said this before but like, he for sure stole beard-oil from some spartoi dickhead at some point, just for laughs? but then got addicted to how nice it made his fur feel. eventually he had to find a knowhere vendor who could reproduce it for him on the cheap)

like all rockets, i'm sure he hates being touched without consent, though it probably looks something like "hey, get your krutackin' mitts off the fur!" ...but once he trusts you? he's for sure gonna let you groom him. he loves the way it feels when you comb through his fur delicately, dividing and weaving together the surprisingly-silky strands. sometimes he'll even let you choose the beads, as long as they match his overall aesthetic.

(depending on your relationship, this could definitely become a steamy situation. i imagine you sprawled across him in his hammock, braiding his beard while he lays on his back with a hand tucked under his head and the other tracing your shoulderblade with a light, prickling claw. for sure there's been at least once that you were helping him with it in the common room - fully-clothed and actually innocent for once, with him sitting on the couch and you on your knees in front of him. pete walked in, saw you, turned bright red, and backed out of the room like he'd just seen something that would scar him for life. look there's an undeniable intimacy to it)

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Mantis's turn to be flustered :>