Anti Semitism is real and a danger in this country.
i see all of you writing the former over the latter in your posts and comments and so does every other jewish person on this website.
My boy…. Noooooo
In stasis🌌
Commencing with the heavy breathing and foaming at the mouth.
amoransia.⋆☁︎:・꧂ preview
[anticipated 4/16] ❤︎❤︎
18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 28/40+ | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | navigation see warnings and art below. | NEW! rocket combs pearl's hair
“Look at you,” he repeats. His voice is riddled with too many emotions for her to identify, especially when she’s feeling like this: all untethered, only jerked back into her body by the scorching kiss of his touches. “Like a little frickin’ toy I can do whatever I want with.”
Her lips part, and she has to force herself not to pant. He hasn’t let go of her nipple — rubbing his thumb back and forth across the pink button, still pinched tight between the knuckles of his first two fingers. His voice drops even lower than before, a smoky-deep register that sends infrasonic vibrations up through her core. “You’re all for me, aren’t you, kitten?” He tugs sharply on her nipple, and her intended agreement gets lost in a wordless wail. “I don’t gotta share my little doll with anybody. There ain’t nobody you want the way you want me.” Another sharp tug, but she’s prepared this time. “N-nobody,” she stammers out, rising a little on her knees when he pulls. Her pussy clenches on nothing, agonizingly empty, and she can feel more wetness slip out of her and glaze her inner thighs. “That’s right. My little fuckdoll-wife.” Oh. A desperate little sound trips up her xylophone-ribs and she’s suddenly drenched, dripping everywhere down her thighs and calves. A feverish flush melts in her abdomen and floods everywhere: up into her breasts and cheeks, down to her knees. Her muscles turn buttery and weak and her clit pulses needily. Her scattered, floating thoughts suddenly seize and cling to his words, trying to make sense of them. Has he ever called her that before — his wife? Is it a common colloquialism in the vastness of space, outside of Herbert’s influence? Does it mean anything more than a throw-away little pet-name? She’s been the High Evolutionary’s bride and betrothed for over half of her life, but nothing could have prepared her for how it feels to be called Rocket’s wife.
from chapter twenty-nine. amoransia. ❤︎❤︎ cicatrix masterlist.⋆☁︎:・꧂ navigation | fiction 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.
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: d/s dynamics, safeword discussion, blindfold, subspace, fellatio, come-eating, edging, overstim. praise. mild degradation (use of slut/whore, affectionate). dirty talk. brief mention of pussy-spanking, face-fucking. aftercare.
fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎ | much smut ❤︎❤︎
banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics | pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto | moodboard by me!
reminder to:
straighten your back
go pee goddAMN IT STOP HOLDING IT
go take your meds if you need to
drink some water
go get a snack if you havent eaten in a while
maybe wander around the house/stretch a little if you’ve been sat at the computer a while (artists especially: sTRETCH THOSE WRISTS)
reply to that text/message from earlier you’d forgotten about
maybe send a nice lil message to someone having a bad day?
Just Petra hanging out with Tony Stark…
This needs to be tucked in every Rocket fans bedside table as a naughty guilty pleasure. It’s also so beautifully written.
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18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 4/25 | wip | word count: pending.
the monster regrets. see below for warnings & notes.
There are two berth-style bunks but he’s always been on his own, and so one has been covered in tools and machines and mines, all in various stages of being constructed or dismantled. She clutches her hands in at her collarbone — just as well, the Monster thinks, because she probably shouldn’t touch any of this shit unless she wants to possibly lose her cute little fingers at best, or blow a hole in the side of the runabout at worst — but he’s startled when she sways over his makeshift workbench, peering down with something like fascination painted on her pretty face. “You made all these?” she asks. Fuck — she sounds so nice like that, voice all drenched with awe and admiration. He abruptly realizes that he’s still gonna have to figure out the bunk situation. “Shit,” he hisses, and she jumps. “S-sorry—“ “What—? Not you, pearl.” He sighs. He’s not gonna get any sleep tonight anyway — too focused on getting as far away from HalfWorld as possible, on figuring out where to drop the first careful misdirection, figuring out where to drop her — and would it be so wrong to just have her sleep in his bunk tonight? His dick twitches in response and he seethes. “Lay down,” he orders in a growl. She hesitates only for a second, then skirts him and lowers herself carefully to the berth, leaning awkwardly as she balances on her unbruised side.
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WARNINGS: aftercare. references to chapter two’s violence. regret. sexual fantasies and general horniness. references to food restriction/dieting.
i appreciate every one of you who has stuck around for this. i'm working hard on this (i have about ten chapters drafted and i'm watching this fic become longer and longer because we will eventually get to "real" plot with like. reuniting with old friends and shit.) there's a little bit of a fix-it fantasy in here for me beyond just comforting & fucking the raccoon. anyway if you stick around i hope you won't be disappointed.
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some explicit statements or references ✩ abbreviated explicit sequences ❤︎ detailed/prolonged explicit sequences ❤︎❤︎
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Ahhhhh! Someone rescue that poor honey. 5 packs a day! That’s all his earnings!
rocket raccoon au where he works a minimum wage fast food job and he’s at the end of his rope so he smokes 5 packs a day to cope
All good stuff!!!
the eidos collection.
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all fics are COMPLETE unless otherwise noted!
more detail about what you can expect from my fiction
typically, platonic & spicy stories will feature a gn reader (no use of y/n). smutty stories are more likely to feature a "female" reader or oc.
i hope you enjoy these fics featuring our favorite bearded "you slept with a cop?" guy!
fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎ | much smut ❤︎❤︎
bookshop at the end of the universe. ❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | f!reader | word count: 9,157. rocket wants out — of the rain, and everything else. eidos-game vibes. mild smut. for nonnie. see post for warnings & context | autumn comfort collection.
the holiday gun show. ❤︎ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: 17,781. rocket has his own holiday traditions: doin' community service and generally bein' an upstanding pillar of his favorite local community, of course. what the flark were you thinking? friends-to-lovers, loosely eidos-inspired. see post for warnings. | borealis: year two
negotiations. ✩ mid-to-high-grade spice | gn reader | no use of y/n | oneshot | 1,834 words. you and rocket make a deal (not for the first time). eidos-inspired, a little more suggestive. | ♡ kiss kiss ♡ BANG BANG
practice ✩ low-grade spice | gn reader | word count: 1,684. you're not quite as good as rocket when it comes to braiding. luckily, he's a kind and benevolent soul who just wants to give you the chance to improve. see post for warnings | anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆
initial thoughts on eidos-rocket a response to an ask. unedited ramblings/musings.
thoughts on the beard a response to an ask. unedited little imagine (the foundation for practice, below).
rocket smells like drabbles on what every rendition of rocket smells like (imo), including our eidos guy.
eidos-rocket-headcanons full list of my eidos-rocket headcanons, specifically in relation to the ask about eidos-rocket with an so
support banner by @/adornedwithlight | outer-space divider by @enchanthings |
More goodness from my favorite author.
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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.
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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
Fan art for the amazing fan fic Window Across the Galaxy by raccoonfallsharder
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