Hibatasblog - Jolie’s Portrait Of Rocket

So...I know the doylist reason Rocket looks different throughout the gotg movies is his CGI-model graphics improving.

But the watsonian reason I imagine is:

That the slow chipping away at his self-loathing throughout the movies, starts to show outwardly...His fur looks so much softer and well-kept. That's what a found family and home can do to a guy. His fur is literally mimicing his emotinal arc. Finally learning to show that he cares. I'm not crying

yesssss. A+ take. genius. phenomenal. sobbing sniffling crying ~ thank you for sharing, bumblebee.

i have thoughts about each of rocket's designs, tbh ~ minor preferences in coloration, clothing, et cetera ~ but none of it matters at all when compared to the soft look on his face at the end of 3, when he sits down with the little raccoons and pete's zune. and none of it can compare to the look on his face when he finally starts dancing, and letting himself feel all the joy and connection and community that he's been denying himself since the moment his siblings were taken from him.

ugh i'm gonna cry again i love him so much

Just Petra hanging out with Tony Stark…

Me too. Me too.

i love guardians of the galaxy because i love strong beautiful women and i love himbos

Love this. Peter by himself would 100% die.

Wanna Ride?

Happy Mermay!!! prompt Kelpie just one more. I’m happy for prompts. I get to feel them out without stress.

Tiny Rocket doesn’t trust it. Trusts Peter to stay alive even less.

The H.E. Deserved worse.

Tw blood , trauma

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POV: you’re the high evolutionary😭😭😭

Enjoy!!

Quill: Yondu loved me. He just didn’t care for my general happiness or self-esteem.

So excited! I can’t wait for the Wanda and Rocket roadtrip!

may aspirations

friday, may 3: ꧁･:☁︎⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂chapter eight. keep. ✩

sunday, may 5: happy birthday, volume 3! begin posting new Domestic Scenes in Space Travel masterlists (my first gotg fanfic!) *may 5: the very boring adventures of space pilot & sweatshirt girl❤︎❤︎ *may 8: outer space safety & spaceship maintenance training ❤︎❤︎ *may 11: reconnaissance for beginners: an instruction manual ❤︎❤︎

thursday, may 9: cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂chapter nine. mal de coucou. ✩

tuesday, may 14: the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. [headcanon part one] ✮

thursday, may 16: cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂chapter ten. querinous. ✩

wednesday, may 24: cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂chapter eleven. hailbound. ✩

tuesday, may 28: the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. [headcanon part two] ✮

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

⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ other things i'm working on ⋆｡ﾟ☁︎｡⋆ for june and beyond...

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. [part three and four] ✮

cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ chapter twelve. ochisia. ❤︎ chapter thirteen. heartspur. ✩ chapter fourteen. ghough. ❤︎❤︎

warm compress ☾.༊·˚⋆⭒ oneshot. ✮

florescence❀, chapter five year four: formation. ❤︎❤︎

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall, part three: candied apples. ❤︎❤︎

･:*𑁍✧˚₊ overheard on the bowie. oneshot. ❤︎❤︎ ︎

✩࿐࿔ take what you need. [on standby] ✮

other future projects

I died from feeling so many feelings.

cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter eight. keep. [new 5/3] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 8/25+ | wip | word count: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | chapter eight. keep.

the monster dreams. pearl makes a den. see below for warnings & notes.

“You said that Arete meant excellence.” She makes another small noise, shifting in her half of the blankets. He hesitates, then tugs at the soft quilts around himself. He should probably throw them off. Act like nothing’s wrong — tell her to get her ass into bed. He could keep himself busy — distract himself with tinkering. His brain is still skittering in his head like a little animal in an electrified cage, but he thinks maybe he can rig up a nonfiring practice-cannon for her, get her set up for some target practice as soon as they get moonside. “Arete is the personification of excellence, yes. She’s the idea of someone… fully realizing the height of their potential. Or — uhm. A thing that perfectly fulfills its intended function.” He doesn’t know why that hurts. His thoughts are still rattling in his skull: ricocheting, rippling with echoes of his memories. Maybe it’s the part where he knows that people and objects are interchangeable for Wyndham. Maybe it’s the ghost of everyone who’s ever called him a thing. Maybe it’s just that he knows he’s infinite lightyears away from any definition of excellence — scrabbly and horrifying and sewn-together and scarred, hiding under his own goddamn flight control console next to a gorgeous fuckin’ girl he’d just mauled a few rotations ago. The Monster manages a pathetic little attempt at a snort. “Well, guess he fucked that up with me.”

read more on ao3 | masterlist, notes, & moodboard

okay, we're reaching the next phase. an agreement has more-or-less been established. hang on with me till chapter eleven or so and we'll start moving into real plot i promise??? (okay don't hold me to that)

WARNINGS for chapter eight: references to canonical medical trauma. as usual, rocket’s a degenerate.

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

Ahhhh!!!! Too of the head kisses are so perfect! Look at the tail wag and closed pleased eyes. They are so happy and cute. I’m so in love with this. Your art is so, so good.

Entanglement

This chapter had so many cute scenes. Little Rocket is entering bratty boy mode, but still butters up for Petra. For @hibatasblog! One of the sweetest people ever! This was very relaxing to draw.