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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.”

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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

Cute Rockstar.

Hay Amor (There’s Love)

I lost some art due to some carpet flooding. So I hope to repost what I can on here.

By @bbasmos!! I adore this story so much! It throws everything at you that you could want. Sadly, I don’t have all the art that I made for this fic anymore, but I’ll attempt to salvage what I can. It wakes a google translate but it’s so good that not even google can deter it!

I fucking adore the depiction of this scene so much!

Entanglement

Alarms blared and screamed painting the interior of the cockpit red and yellow. Flipping a switch, Petra winced as the ship rocked hard as the shielding took a direct hit. “Rocket! Keep your eye on those Kree ships! You’re supposed to be keeping them off my ass, not flirting with them!” Petra cried as she banked a steep dive, slamming down on the yoke with brutal force.

“I know what I’m fuckin’ doing,” Rocket countered as he rained fire on their pursuers, “You make sure we don’t get shot down.”

“Oh, that’s all. Why don’t I go ahead and grow some eyes on the back of my head while I’m at it?” Petra sniped back as she dodged smoldering wreckage and a sweeping return of fire volleyed right at their nose.

“What you need to do, you big baby, is get me back to seven-o’clock so I can pick off some of these assholes,” he hissed back as the ship took another hit.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck!” chanted Petra as she barely made a maneuver that sent them back into a position to get back on the offensive.

“Maybe I should be the one piloting instead of gunning.”

“Maybe you should get off my dick. I’m waaaay better at piloting than you are.”

“The hell you are. I’m also a better gunner,” Rocket gloated as he took out two enemy ships.

“Right, sure you are, Jan. Better pilot, my ass,” Petra challenged as she launched into a sequence of brilliant dodges and turns that gave Rocket the chance to destroy the last of their pursuers.

—-Still Chapter 7 by @hibatasblog

Because this scene made me gush! So I just had to sketch it!!

When a girl is stressed and overwrought, there’s nothing to be done but grind down good and hard on that raccoon dick. 🚀 🦝 🍆

cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter fourteen. ghough. [new 6/21] ❤︎

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 14/25+ | wip | word count: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | chapter fourteen. ghough. see pearl's character design here. see pearl & rocket's bunk here.

pearl teaches rocket and groot about abilisks. rocket helps her relieve some stress. see below for warnings & notes.

He thinks of her in that moment under the flight controls, when she’d looked at him with the pinkest frickin’ cheeks he’d ever seen. You’d have to make it worth my time, sweetheart, he’d leered at her, and she’d looked up at him with those big earnest eyes.  I would try. He hoods his gaze immediately. His mind is moving lightyears at a time, skipping through jump-points faster than a Nova starblaster, and his half-lowered lids hide as many of his thoughts as he can catch. He’d meant to tell her, hadn’t he? That he could be nice to her, help her — uh, broaden her horizons or whatever. Keep her warm on Fron, so to speak, just as long as she was interested. He’d damn-near ruined it yesterday — cutting her up with his words after she’d given him such a pretty show — but she’d taken him back into their little curtained bunk and then carved her tenderness into his muscles with her hands, keeping guard over him while he’d slept. And she looks — willing, now, anyway. Wanting. Despite the jackass he is. It won’t last — it can’t — but it’s all the more reason to not waste time, to taste as much of her as he can while she’s still interested. I ain’t gonna fuck you, pearl.  He tsks without meaning to, more at himself than anything else, but she responds by curling in on herself — shoulders suddenly hunching, fingers releasing his sleeve. “S-sorry,” she starts. “I—“ “I could help you,” he interrupts, taking a step back so he can lean against the workbench-bunk behind him. It sways on its straps but he just pushes it against the wall of the hold, crossing his arms over his chest and eyeing her lazily. “All that stress.” He clicks his tongue against his teeth with mock regret. “It’s my fault anyway, isn’t it? Should probably take responsibility for being such a dickhead.” Her moonsilver eyes are big and baffled. “I — what?” He tests his canine with his tongue, then manages a grin that he’s sure looks more casual than he’s feeling. Inside, his heart turns over and then sprints, thumping and pulsing against his metal sternum like it’s trying to climb right out of his chest and reach for her. “Orgasms, sweetheart. They’re good for you when you’re all tense like this.” He lets his grin grow a little sharper. “Could help you relax and get back to sleep.”

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i like this chapter. that is all. i really wanted to post a chapter every friday this summer but that seems unlikely to be in the cards with all of the time i've needed to spend travelling and supporting the fam. plus, i am trying to really focus in on ⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall and ･:*𑁍✧˚₊ overheard on the bowie to get them done this summer. so i may have to move to an every-other-week set-up in july/august. for those of you sticking with me, know i'm eternally grateful because this thing is gonna be obscenely long.

WARNINGS for this chapter: talk of genocide and wyndham’s other experiments. grinding, dirty talk, praise. mentions of gagging (with panties). slight degradation/use of the terms “slut”/“whore” (affectionate).

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

Fuck yeah Dino bird.

Swoons in anticipation.

craxis.⋆☁︎:･꧂ preview

[anticipated 7/12] ❤︎❤︎

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 15/30+ | wip | wordcount: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard. ART: pearl's character design | pearl & rocket's bunk

pearl considers the problem of sovereign. see below for warnings & notes.

He cocks his head: a mockery of consideration. “Could let you curl up on my lap again, like a sleepy little kitten.” She blinks, but he releases her wrist before she can say anything, tucking his gadget into the crook of one arm while he flips up the armrests on his pilot’s seat.  “I’m too — how—?” “Lots of possibilities,” he drawls. “You could just sit sideways right here so I can lean my head against those pretty tits of yours while I work and you take a nap.” He tilts his head in the other direction, measuring her blush with a curl in the corner of his mouth.  There’s a weighted pause, and then she sees the flash of one canine as his smirk sharpens into a grin. “And if you can’t sleep, we can tire you out. Get a repeat of the other night — let you rub your friendly little cunt on me till you come.” She stares at him, and she knows her eyes are too wide in her face, her cheeks too warm. She chews her lip and tilts her head: cautious.  “I — you said you wouldn’t — I know you said not to ask,” she says softly, “But I—“ She falters, voice crumbling into nothing. I ain’t gonna fuck you, pearl. “Forget what I said.” He leans forward: eyes suddenly intent, voice rasping. “You want me to take care of you? You can ask for whatever you want, kitten.” Her abdomen tightens: nervousness and fear, but also the still-burning embers of the golden firework, searing everything it touches. She can feel the hesitation in her eyes, searching his from under the dark smudge of her lashes.  His voice drops impossibly lower, somehow. “D’you wanna rub yourself on me again, sweetheart?” His tongue sweeps out and one canine flashes. “Or d’you want something else?”

from chapter sixteen. craxis. ❤︎❤︎ 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: smutty-smut while rocket wears his cute lil goggles. cockwarming. a light foray into subspace. dirty-talk. praise. mentions of gagging and one light spank. dirty-talk. use of “slut”/”whore” (affectionate). aftercare. so much dirty-talk.

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

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

Happiest birthday to raccoonfallsharder! You are the best, and you deserve the moon and stars! In addition to being an amazing storyteller, they are a wonderful, kind, loving friend. I’ve benefited so much from knowing them. In honor of their special day is a gouache on fabric painting from their incredible story “Cicatrix.”

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

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.

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

What to do if you suddenly find yourself homeless

FOOD

Find your nearest food bank or mission, for food

grocery stores with free samples, bakeries + stores with day-old bread

different fast food outlets have cheaper food and will generally let you hang out for a while.

some dollar stores carry food like cans of beans or fruit

SHELTER

Sleeping at beaches during the day is a good way to avoid suspicion and harassment

sleep with your bag strapped to you, so someone can’t steal it

Some churches offer short term residence

Find your nearest homeless shelter

Look for places that are open to the public

A large dumpster near a wall can often be moved so that flipping up the lids creates an angled shelter to stay dry

HYGIENE

A membership to the YMCA is usually only 10$, which has a shower, and sometimes laundry machines and lockers.

Public libraries have bathrooms you can use

Dollar stores carry low-end soaps and deodorant etc.

Wet wipes are all purpose and a life saver

Local beaches, go for a quick swim

Some truck stops have showers you can pay for

Staying clean is the best way to prevent disease, and potentially get a job to get back on your feet

Pack 7 pairs of socks/undies, 2 outfits, and one hooded rain jacket

OTHER

first aid kit

 sunscreen

 a travel alarm clock or watch

 mylar emergency blanket

 a backpack is a must

 downgrade your cellphone to a pay as you go with top-up cards

 sleeping bag

 travel kit of toothbrush, hair brush/comb, mirror

 swiss army knife

 can opener