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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.”

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

Fucking adorable.

New silly Rocket comic!!! :)

Set before Vol 3– it continues my headcannon of Nebula and Rocket attending the reputation tour in 2017 :P

This one was actually written by my twin brother, and illustrated by me!!

Enjoy heheeee!😄🫶

Gorgeous art and a beautiful scene!

Based off @hibatasblog’s story Entanglement. prompt Star. Petra reads the original Little Mermaid to Rocket. Some of the lines were very striking in comparison to their own ideals of develop identity. ——

We have no immortal souls; we have no future life; we are just like the green sea-weed, which, once cut down, can never revive again! Men, on the other hand, have a soul which lives for ever, lives after the body has become dust; it rises through the clear air, up to the shining stars!

-Little Mermaid Hans Christian Anderson

—-

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

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.

Spiders! Also he’s become a house pet!

florescence❀ (a meetgroot*) [new 4/27]

Chapter 4/6 Year Three: Flowering ✩ florescence❀ masterlist | main masterlist

18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 4/6 chapters | word count: pending.

rocket brings you a present.

“How was space, stranger?” you ask, and you shuffle Spiders Georg into one arm so you can extend the other — palm out. An invitation.  Claws exhales, and whatever foreign anxiety had bristled his fur leaves with his breath. His shoulders ease and he hesitates, then flicks his fingers quickly over your palm: not taking your hand, but skimming it. His touch just brushes over the faint creases in your palm like he’s kissing it with his fingertips, like it’s a map made of rivers and roads. Then he pulls his hand away.  He doesn’t answer your question. Not exactly. “Brought you some stuff,” he says instead, gesturing roughly with his chin over his shoulder. “You wanna take a look?” You smile, but Spiders Georg sees you tilt your head in confusion. “Presents?” you say lightly. “For me?” Claws snorts, and gestures you up the ramp.

read Year Three: Flowering on ao3 florescence❀ masterlist | main masterlist

uhhhh this chapter is told from the perspective of an orloni (i'm so sorry). it may be an unsalvageable mess but one time a reader told me they loved Spiders Georg and i blame them (you know who you are & this is for you). spoilers/warnings for a family fight and the start of a lil make-out session. next chapter will contain smut. fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎‬ | much smut ❤︎‬❤︎‬

“The only chance we got is to get to the other side of the universe as fast as we can and maybe, just maybe, we'll be able to live full lives before that whack-job ever gets there.”

rocket & groot leave their friends behind on knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the shi’ar galaxy.

it was the flowers that drew you in.

mcu-based, slight au, medium-burn, eventual smut circa Year Four? tentative allies to friends to lovers. the middle is angsty but there are only happy endings here. florescence❀ masterlist | main masterlist

So much amazing art today! I love them together.

Entanglement

A woman sang softly as she held Petra in her arms. Her voice spilled out into the air, a golden river of song. Outside it was windy and cold with snow, but, here, she was safe and warm and happy. Petra nuzzled closer to the woman and pressed her face into her soft sweater. The woman smelled dizzily of the fragrant Georgio Beverly Hills perfume made up of the soft springy scents of orange blossom, rich tuberose, and delicious, mouth-watering vanilla.

Petra’s mother smelled like a dream come true, and she was so, so pretty. Her eyes were clear beryl and her smile filled her heart with pure love and trust. Petra cuddled closer as her mother continued to sing.

-Chapter 7 by @hibatasblog

I love my mom. She’s my rock so I really related to this scene in the story where Petra is left alone after an assault. She taps into memories of her mother to lure herself into a better state of mind. Made me happy… till it didn’t. (Spoilers!)

anyway! Please look up the story! It’s amazing!!! Everyone! Please have a lovely day!

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!!

This is gorgeous and so so sweet. You capture Petra and Rocket perfectly!

Entanglement

Both young creatures got undressed, stepped into the shower, and began to cleanse the filth of the night off their skin. Petra leaned over so that Rocket could help her wash her hair. He ran his clawed fingers along her scalp, taking care to tease the dried flakes of blood loose. He loved her hair, loved having his hands in it. He loved her so, so much.

“Petra, we don’t kiss like that.” He said as he added more shampoo onto her head.

“Like what?” Petra said as she stilled under Rocket’s hands.

“Like Lethys and Frick. We don’t kiss on the mouth or with our tongues.”

“No, of course not,” Petra laughed and shied away from him as she pushed her hair back out of her face. Rocket’s brow’s knitted and a worried frown tugged at his lips. “We aren’t married.” Petra explained and rubbed between his eyes to take away that strange pained expression.

————-Chapter 6 by @hibatasblog

This one came out rather unique and I rather like it for some reason. Hope everyone has a lovely day! https://archiveofourown.org/works/48617005/chapters/131364556#workskin

And I am emotionally wrecked… these babies got me in the feels.

cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter seven. starlorn. [new 4/22] ✩

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 7/25+ | wip | word count: pending. masterlist, notes, & moodboard | chapter seven. starlorn.

pearl pleads her case. see below for warnings & notes.

He expects a soft little laugh. He thinks, even a few hours ago, he would’ve gotten one. Instead, she leans forward, her fingers curling over her  bare toes, her knees pinned between her chest and the starpane. And her eyes — her eyes are suddenly big and glossy and wet, gemstone-tears suddenly balanced on her lower lashes. It feels like someone’s broken through all his ribs, gripping his heart in a vibranium fist. “Don’t make me stay on Cyxlore,” she says softly. “I won’t try to make you take me if you — if you really don’t want to. But I’d rather be here. With you.” A soft inhale. “Please.” His stomach drops out. You ready to beg yet? he suddenly remembers asking her on the rain-slick floor of her Arete cage. Well. Here she is, begging, and he’ll be an ass if he ignores it. And an ass if he accepts it.  The line of her nose and cheeks gleam with starlight. The blanket around her shoulders shifts down, pinned between her back and the cold metal wall, and the soft curves of her breasts press against her thighs. The Monster can see the shape of them, rounded and squished at her sides through the sleeveless armholes and under the edge of his too-small Sneepers shirt.  She’s so far away, and he can see her dying all over again. Lylla on the floor of the Arete; Madame Lavenza in the rainy courtyard of HalfWorld. Haunting and haunted, cold as ghosts and skeleton-bones and lifeless stars, as distant and unreachable as the edge of the universe.  Come back to me, pretty pearl.  He swallows. 

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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 seven: self-injury (biting), continued references to grooming and confinement. rocket’s explicit running commentary and the faintest whisper of d/s vibes. brief mention of bondage.

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

The cuteness is so perfect!

Entanglement -Chapter 5

This isn’t my favorite picture BUT I did slowly make this whole feeling really down so I’m just happy I finished it. This amazing story is by @hibatasblog!

I am going to die… of fun! Holy Shit… so this is basically my schedule for the year. You will find me reading all of this as soon as it comes out. Cannot wait!

future projects.

back to the main masterlist

below you can find the stuff i am working on, in order of (hopeful) release date. i have a lot of simultaneous projects so these will be coming out slowly over the coming months. thank you for bearing with me ♡♡ you are shinier than a lilac bush full of fireflies and more precious than pocket-sized pegasuses.

i am hoping to be done with current works on the following timeline: windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ ~ june/july 2024 florescence ❀ ~ august/september 2024 cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂~ october 2024

may-june 2024

the raccoon, the witch, & the roadtrip. angst, comfort, & fluff | rocket & wanda | multipart headcanon | word count: 1,370. for @hibatasblog During a watch party for Avengers: Endgame on Twitter, Markus revealed the idea to team Wanda with the Guardian of the Galaxy captain actually made it into several versions of the film's script. "We had whole drafts with Wanda on a road trip with Rocket," Markus wrote, "but after the Vision plot in Infinity War, nothing we came up with was anything but wheel spinning for her character." CBR

june-july 2024

warm compress ☾.༊·˚⋆⭒ fluff | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshot | word count: pending. you've taken care of rocket when he's been hurt in the past. when he comes to visit you and finds you tired, in pain, and less-than-receptive to company, he decides to return the favor. can be read platonically or romantically. excerpt behind the cut.

WARNINGS: reader is experiencing abdominal pain attributed to hormonal/ovulation cycle. reader cries at one point.

･:*𑁍✧˚₊ overheard on the bowie 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshot | word count: TBD. rocket laments building the bowie with such thin walls between bunks. ie, you haven’t been able to get off in a while, and your neighbor knows it. [preview]

july-august 2024

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ expansion: practice (day 9) of °˖✧♡kinktober 2023 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | ?? | word count: pending. providing more context and, uh, follow-up. title may change.

untitled Domestic Scenes in Space Travel finale. 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | length pending | word count: pending. The Nineteenth & Twentieth Visits. Series Finale. based on Guardians of the Galaxy (2019).

love is blind: andromeda 18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 5 parts | word count: pending. rocket has broken out of twenty-three prisons. this one will be no different. slow burn + probable smut with feelings. mcu/comic medley (kinda au?)

september 2024

⭑.⋆๋࣭✪ hot local dads in your spaceport ✪⋆๋࣭ ⭑ undecided rating | no use of y/n | undecided reader | ?? | word count: pending. born of this statement i made ages ago and think about daily: daydreaming about quitting my job and running away to outer space. i’d live in a city in a giant floating skull and i’d run a street-food stall for the neighborhood. i’d teach the local sentient tree how to play stardew valley, and just fucken recklessly hit on his hot dad every chance i got

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ sunshine ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ expansion: sunshine (day 15) of °˖✧♡kinktober 2023 18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | ?? | word count: pending. after what was intended to be a one night stand, rocket & sunshine reader navigate the awkward aftermath of being new crewmates. oops.

october 2024

★♫｡°𝄞☕︎✎▤ other duties as assigned▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★ 18+ only | rocket x f!oc | ?? | word count: pending. natasha romanoff is an administrative nightmare - a fact that does not go unnoticed by the (interim) captain of the milano. First she demands that the remaining two guardians of the galaxy be reachable via a primitive terran messaging system, and then she can't be bothered to read the frickin' emails. thank fuck she's hired a new assistant. mcu-based, slight au, begins five months post-snap; rocket x oc email romance/LDR (lol); slow burn + probable smut with feelings.

Ahhhhhh!!!! What’s gonna happen? I’m dying!

starlorn .⋆☁︎:･꧂

[anticipated 4/22]

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 6/25+ | wip | wordcount: pending.

pearl pleads her case. warnings below.

It had been obvious, even to those morons — someone had made massive changes to the system. Had improved it — made it better than ever. A couple idiots tried to claim credit but Tullk and the Captain had looked at them with dubious sneers on their faces, eyes half-squinted in disbelief. A few hours later, when the Captain had been alone in his quarters — that’s when the Monster had taken the risk.  Had talked to him. Now the monster sighs and scrubs his hands over his face. No use lamenting that particular tragedy. The summary of it is that he’d been searching for the same thing with Lylla, he knows. He’d escaped the Eclector and spent years in and out of prisons, making and losing money, hating the universe more and more. Until, blinded by his own greed — wanting someone, anyone to accept him, someone to be his, someone he could belong to — he’d had the idea to stalk Wyndham. To extort him. To demand a companion of his very own. The Monster had been reckless in his want for a friend, a partner, an ally — thinking he needed it, thinking he could have it — as if everything he was didn’t fly in the face of the natural order of things. As if there could be anything in this universe suited for him, when he himself had never been suited for anything but an incinerator. And his selfishness had resulted in another innocent lifeform being tortured and murdered. He can’t keep the pearl. He can’t take care of her out here, not the way she needs. Not the way she deserves. How could he be trusted to? He’d brutalized her when she was vulnerable, trapped in her gilded cage — gotten her all tied up in her pretty skirts and smashed her lovely face into the ground, like some kind of goddamn villain. He’s a selfish bastard but there’s a reason he stays solo these days.  Tying someone to himself is a guarantee that, at best, they’ll be miserable. Or worse:  they’ll be dead.  No, he tells himself sleepily, leaning back in his chair. The best thing he can do is drop her somewhere safe. Somewhere nice, and comfortable, and welcoming. Somewhere that’s suited to her, far better than he is. But — he should’ve cleaned her injuries tonight, he thinks hazily as his eyelids weigh themselves down over his blurring stare. The tangle of cables and buttons and switches on the ceiling slowly shadow away with every blink. He should’ve rebandaged her. He should’ve made sure she’d eaten; he should’ve— He jolts awake. It’s still the middle of the sleep shift, but he’s awake now, and he’s hungry. Maybe a snack, and he can dick around with the leftovers of the dismantled Hadron Enforcer, see if he can fashion anything smaller but equally devastating and destructive from the remnants— Except Wyndham’s pearl is gone.

from chapter seven. starlorn. ✩ 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: self-injury (biting), continued references to grooming and confinement. rocket’s explicit running commentary and the faintest whisper of d/s vibes. brief mention of bondage.

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

Oh, my poor babies here. The exchange is so beautiful. You can tell that they are both struggling so much. Your work is amazing! Seriously, check out all the art by shelbyinubakilee!

Entanglement

Rocket hurt all over, more than that, he was angry. He’d been through so much. So, when the small human threw the parka and scooped him up he bit through the white cloth right into the hand that held him, that cradled him softly against a chest with a beating heart.

A squeak of pained surprise sounded above him. Again, there was the taste of blood in his mouth. Rocket screamed a high-pitched wail before using all of his remaining strength to bear down as hard as he could on the flesh between his teeth. Again, there was the sound of another’s pain. For a moment, the arms restraining him clenched tightly, squeezing his ribs, almost hurting, but the grip quickly stopped and loosened.

Still biting hard, Rocket decided he wouldn’t let go until he was forced to or killed. He would go down fighting. He struggled, worrying at the flesh trying to inflict as much pain as possible. “It’s ok,” the voice above his said shakily, “You’re ok, little guy.” Rocket paused mid-bite, his teeth releasing some of their pressure. -Chapter 3 by @hibatasblog.

Wow. Caffeine did not help with anxiety. But it made me laugh though!

The H.E. Deserved worse.

Tw blood , trauma

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POV: you’re the high evolutionary😭😭😭

Enjoy!!

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.

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!

More goodness from my favorite author.

꧁･:☁︎⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂

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

It’s so fucking cute. I’m gonna die from cuteness overload. I love it.

Commission gift for Hibata, inspired from his fan fic Entanglement ❤️❤️

Love this!

Yisssssss! I am hyped

fanfiction masterlist

here's what you need to know about what is behind the cut:

fanfiction by me (always with feelings & fluff)

fluffy, mostly sfw headcanons, minifics, drabbles, and fan art

sfw pieces usually include gn reader (no use of y/n)

nsfw includes praise, dirty talk, light d/s, & consent

nsfw features a reader/lead OC who identifies as a woman, uses she/her pronouns. various slang terms to refer to genitals & secondary sex characteristics. (noted as f!reader)

expect pet names like (but not limited to) sweetheart, kid, cupcake, princess (when applicable).

banners & dividers are by @saradika-graphics and @v6que ♡ thanks to them!

(it's all rocket raccoon, all the time)

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rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ day one. explosives. [3/4] ✩ rocket raccoon prompt week✷.⁺⋆˚₊ day two. hurts. [3/5] ✮ rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ day three. emotionalistic. [3/6] ✮ rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ day four. family. [4/7] ✮✩︎ rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ day five. machinery. [3/8] ✮✩ rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ day six. bite. [3/12] ✮✩ ✩࿐࿔ take what you need. do your goddamn dishes. (wc: 994) for nonnie [3/13] ✮ rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ day seven. home. [3/14] ✮ ꧁･:☁︎⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ chapter four. anthrodynia. [3/19] ❤ ✩࿐࿔ take what you need. brush your frickin' teeth. (wc: 1,774) for nonnie ♡ [3/25] ✮ ⋆˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⋆ Part Two. Crystallized Ginger. [3/27] ❤ ꧁･:☁︎⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ chapter five. o'erpine. ✩

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

complete works behind the cut

everything is in alphabetical order with pending works at the end, but if you can think of a better way to organize, feel free to hit me up ♡

spoilers: i have a preferred trope/formula that i lean into quite hard (girl falls first; raccoon falls harder) and while i do really love tragic fanfic, i firmly believe rocket's suffered enough of that so it's only happy endings here (even if it takes a minute to get there). well, more or less, anyway.

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⋆ ˖ ⁺ ‧₊ ☽ anthology ☾₊‧⁺˖⋆ varies | no use of y/n | complete | word count: varies. miscellaneous one-shots belonging to no specific collections or series. gender of reader varies. collects three oneshots. adorations | Autopilot Systems Check | tomorrow

♡‧₊˚✩ Blackmail Material ✩˚₊‧ ♡ 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 3/3 parts | complete | word count: 30,591. a classic tale of "that fuckin raccoon found your sex toy." post-endgame friends-to-lovers smut with feelings, fluff, & love confessions. Blackmail Material | Self-Sufficience | Bioluminescent

⋆⊰∙∘⋆❆ borealis ❆⋆∘∙⊱⋆ winter collection varies | no use of y/n | complete | word count: varies. an anthology of various winter-themed/holiday one-shots. gender of reader varies. collect four 2023 winter oneshots. traditions. | ugly sweater. | frostnip. | snow & stars. | winter across the galaxy

꧁･:☁︎⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎ :･꧂ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | wip | 4/25+ | word count: pending. a story about scars. inspired by mary shelley’s frankenstein; or, the modern prometheus. a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night.  please pay attention to all ao3 warnings/tags for every chapter. nemotia | ambedo | rasque | anthrodynia | o'erpine | lockheartedness | starlorn |

Domestic Scenes in Space Travel ✩°｡ ⋆ [UNDER CONSTRUCTION] The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | word count: varies. reader x rocket domestic fluff & smut with feelings. comics-based but you don't need any comics background knowledge to ride this ride. collects Installments 1-5 and an Interlude. The Very Boring Adventures of Space Pilot & Sweatshirt Girl | Outer Space Safety & Spaceship Maintenance Training | Reconnaissance for Beginners: An Instruction Manual | Critical Interview Questions for Potential Room & Crewmates [explicit & smut-free versions] | Proof: A Moment in Space | Untitled Installment 6

florescence❀ ˖⁺‧₊˚ (a meetgroot) 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 3/6 years | wip | word count: pending. Rocket & Groot leave their friends behind on Knowhere, despite the latter’s protests, and end up hiding out on a nothing-planet (with a non-extradition policy) at the edge of the Shi’ar Galaxy. It was the flowers that drew you in. mcu-based, slight au, medium-burn, eventual smut circa Year Four. tentative allies to friends to lovers. the middle is angsty but there are only happy endings here. Year Zero: Seed | Year One: Sprout | Year Two: Growth | Year Three: Flowering | Year Four: Formation | Year Five: Dispersal

˚₊‧✶ headcanons & imagines ✶‧₊˚ smut-free | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshots & drabbles various guardians of the galaxy headcanons, minifics, and more.

°˖✧˚♡ kinktober 2023 ♡˚✧˖° 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | oneshots | word count: varies. based on @flightlessangelwings Kinktober 2023 prompt list. please read all warnings.

rocket raccoon prompt week ✷.⁺⋆˚₊ [UNDER CONSTRUCTION] smut-free | no use of y/n | gn reader | oneshots & drabbles | word count: varies. based on @rocketraccoonpromptweek. most can be read platonically, with only some brief mentions of romance or spice. explosives | hurts | emotionalistic | family | machinery | bite | home

✩࿐࿔ take what you need smut-free | gn reader | no use of y/n | 11 complete reminders | word count: varies. the world is hard, and sometimes it's difficult to complete daily tasks & take care of yourself. rocket bullies you for your own good. non-smutty. reader is gender-neutral. accepting requests via reblogs, asks, and tumblr & ao3 comments. collects various Reminders (ongoing) ࿔ eat somethin ࿔ go to frickin bed ࿔ get outta bed & get your shit done ࿔ take a damn bath ࿔ leave your frickin skin alone ࿔ take a fuckin study break ࿔ drink some goddamn water ࿔ stop destroying your fricking clothes ࿔ just buy the damn thing already ࿔ it's frickin laundry day ࿔ get some goddamn sunshine ࿔ have you taken your meds today? ࿔ schedule your fuckin appointments ࿔ do the goddamn dishes ࿔ brush your frickin teeth ࿔

⭑˚.⚘𖡼𖥧𖤣 windfall 𖤣𖥧𖡼⚘.˚⭑ (a meetgroot) 18+ only MDNI | no use of y/n | f!reader | 2/3 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 ultrafeminine touch-deprived reader tries to avoid meeting knowhere’s intimidating captain. is profoundly unsuccessful. Sugared Violets. | Crystallized Ginger. | Candied Apples.

Window Across the Galaxy *:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ✧ 18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 27/27 chapters | complete | word count: 235,940. girl falls first; raccoon falls harder. Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops. slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies). collects Chapters I-XXVII. *:･ﾟ✧

˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ what's on the horizon? ˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗

★♫｡°𝄞☕︎✎▤ other duties as assigned▤✎☕︎ 𝄞°｡♫★

18+ only | rocket x f!oc | ?? | word count: pending. natasha romanoff is an administrative nightmare - a fact that does not go unnoticed by the (interim) captain of the milano. First she demands that the remaining two guardians of the galaxy be reachable via a primitive terran messaging system, and then she can't be bothered to read the frickin' emails. thank fuck she's hired a new assistant. mcu-based, slight au, begins five months post-snap; rocket x oc email romance/LDR (lol); slow burn + probable smut with feelings.

᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊°.⋆｡✶˖ evasive maneuvers ⌖˖✶｡⋆ expansion: practice (day 9) of °˖✧♡kinktober 2023

18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | ?? | word count: pending. providing more context and, uh, follow-up. title may change.

⊹₊⋆☁︎⋆⁺☀︎ sunshine ☀︎ ⋆⁺☁︎⋆₊⊹ expansion: sunshine (day 15) of °˖✧♡kinktober 2023

18+ only | no use of y/n | f!reader | ?? | word count: pending. after what was intended to be a one night stand, rocket & sunshine reader navigate the awkward aftermath of being new crewmates. oops.

Glorious artwork for Entanglement, like pure and perfect and amazing. I adore it so much!

There’s so many cute scenes. I attempted this one while trying to perfect a tiny Petra look. Thank you @hibatasblog for making such a gift for everyone!

My heart broke reading this. So well written and beautifully loving.

Life on Knowhere II

Around one 'o clock in the morning, Cosmo and I were awoken by a frantic knocking on my apartment door--then suddenly Rocket was bursting into the room, slamming the door closed behind him, racing over to my bed where Cosmo and I were sleeping, waking us. Putting on a small night-light - something that wasn't too bright, was easy on the eyes - we saw that he looked so poorly.

His fur was everywhere, his gaze sunken, and he was drenched with sweat--a result of some of the apartment climate controls needing long overdue attention. Worse, the fur about his eyes was wet with tear tracks. Briefly, Cosmo and I looked at each other; then without any hesitation, she and I were getting out of bed, moving over to just embrace him as he snuffled into us, breath hitching. "It's okay, bud... it's okay, we've got you. We've got you; come on, let's get you into the shower..."

With a harsh, ragged sob, Rocket fell against me and I caught him and lifted him up into my arms, cradling his shaking body to my chest as I carried him into the small bathroom. I set him down very gently - or I tried to - but he didn't want to let go; he shook his head, clenched his eyes closed when I gently tried to pry him off. "Oh, man, it's okay, it's alright..." I murmured soothingly, "you don't have to let go, it's okay..." He did let go, only briefly - only for the time it took Cosmo to gently peel his sweat-stained pajamas from his body - and then he was holding me as we entered the shower, Cosmo turning it on, and setting it to tepid.

Rocket stood there, lost, listless, as I soaped, lathered, and washed every part of him aside from his intimate places, falling back against my body as I thoroughly cleaned and massaged him, getting rid of the dirt and sweat from his fur, then working down, down, to the skin beneath, working him over such that he sobbed again before starting to purr, weakly. "There's a good boy..." I murmured gently. Letting Rocket finish washing himself on his own, I briefly washed myself, too, then it was shower off and Cosmo dried me as I gently dried Rocket with the thickest, softest, fluffiest towel. I thought Rocket would sort of 'come around' after that - that he would wake a little, come to his senses, perhaps laugh a little then thank me and quietly leave...

... But worry grew in my heart for him as he listlessly wandered over to the wardrobe where I kept my clothes--and then my heart ached as he sobbed again, fossicked through my clothes, pulled out a shirt that was way too large, that made him seem so very small, and frail. He put it on, and then, raising his arms like all children do, he cried, "U-Up!" Then, Cosmo whimpered as he repeated the word, sobbing, pleading, "Up!" My heart wrenched as my brain misheard the word as "Help..." My own eyes filling with tears, I knelt down to him and then he cried for real - deep, wracking, body-shaking, silent sobs as I took him up. "Upsy-daisy, li'l man, come on..." Cradling him gently, Cosmo followed a silent guardian behind us as I carried him back to bed in my arms, then Cosmo pulled back the thin sheets so I could settle in, tucking Rocket down beside me, into the warmth of my body, placing a kiss to his headfur.

I felt her hop back upon the bed herself as I petted Rocket, soothed him, stroked him just about everywhere as he hitched another sob and soaked in the attention and care. A little later, he did sort of come around, as we were drifting in and out of sleep. "I... thks..." he roughly murmured. "I... I gotta stop doin' this... but... Lylla, Teefs, Floor. Lylla... still miss 'em so much, god... gotta get over this...!" Now I looked at him, my gaze a little stern. "Hey, man... grief... really isn't something that you just 'get over.' It's not something that just... goes away. It can stay with you your whole life; one day you'll think you're fine... but then you'll see something, or hear something, or taste something - or be doing something, like reading a book - and it'll all come back. Because... grief is really just love. It’s all the love you want to give but can't. All that unspent love gathers up in the corners of your eyes, the lump in your throat, and in that hollow part of your chest. Grief is love persevering. Grief is love - your love for Lylla - with no place to go... because Lylla's not here, anymore. I'm sorry, buddy. I'm so, so sorry."

Now Rocket was gone again, head sideways on my chest, muzzle open, heaving great lungfuls of air as he cried, and cried, and cried, silently at first, but then an awful noise of anguish escaped him and I made to cuddle him, squeeze him gently, put his ear to my chest, let him hear my heartbeat--fuck, I wished I could share with him my heart but I could not; all I could do was just be there when he needed someone to be with, as his friend, or in times like this when he just needed to be with someone. Cosmo, too, was there; she nosed under the thin sheets, whimpering, concerned, licked at Rocket here and there until he managed a watery laugh; then together, we all drifted to sleep. Tomorrow would be a day for Rocket - we'd go and do all the things he wanted to do, together, no matter what they were.

My heart is exploding with rainbows and happiness. This is the cutest, most adorable, perfect depiction of this scene. Your art is so damn good. Those expressions!

Rocket let Petra right himself and he took another savoring bite. Petra snuck in a bite or two, but left the majority of the pie to her friend. He kept making happy noises, and he was in ecstasies of delight as he continued to eat. As he scraped up the last bit he could with the utensil, he let his claws skitter around the edge of the dish and turned to look at Petra over his shoulder.

“Is it weird if I lick the plate too?” he asked hunching as if waiting for the rattan cane of his Sire.

Instead of answering, Petra laughed, leaned around him, and licked a line along the edge of the dish. That was all the permission he needed before greedily collecting every last bit of pie with his tongue. -Chapter 5, Entanglement by @hibatasblog. ———

I finally did it!! Now I can read the next chapter as a prize to myself. I hope you like it! The story is so detailed and amazing. I just eat it up. For some reason I kept thinking of a blueberry crumple pie for this. https://archiveofourown.org/works/48617005/chapters/130958833

Gorgeous amazing art! I am so beyond honored.

An amazing story by @hibatasblog! I just can’t help but wanna doodle away. So here’s the first one! And I, of course, highly recommend this story!

Yissssss. Rocket in a onesie is life.

How has this image not been posted yet?

Amazing and beautiful story.

Window Across the Galaxy ✧*:･ﾟ✧*:･ﾟ*

masterlist

18+ only MDNI | rocket x f!oc | 27/27 chapters | COMPLETE | word count: 235,940.

girl falls first; raccoon falls harder.

Rocket is captured by a Ravager crew hoping to get rich off the excessively large bounty on his head. Throwing a wrench in everyone’s plans is the Terran girl they hired to do some freelance assessing on a recent haul of goods they’ve seized from a Xandaran luxury liner. Oops.

slight AU starting pre-GOTG volume 1 (but will hit most of the same major plot points). slow burn + eventual smut with a lot of pining in the middle. kinda enemies-to-lovers? (but only one of these idiots thinks they're enemies).

let me be real with you: this fic is really about wish-fulfillment. not just the eventual smut (but that too). mostly i just want someone to be nice to my best boy raccoon

if you’d like to join my fanfiction taglist, please comment or send me a message or ask! ♡

so many amazing sweet wonderful readers have drawn fanart of this fic??? ♡♡♡♡♡ jolie is written without much physical description so you can imagine whatever you want but if you'd like to see how i and others imagine her, i've linked them below. thank you for being the absolute sweetest.

jolie's painting of rocket by @hibataao3 makes me cry every time i look at it

very first portrait of jolie by @raccoonmybeloved ~ so fucking cute i died

sims of jo by @evolvingchaoswitch ~ particularly love her paint-spattered outfit

an absolutely drool-worthy nsfw of rocket & jolie by @lazarel-3000 that permanently has altered my brain chemistry and lives in my mind forever ♡♡♡

adorable jolie sketches by @moonnpiie that truly capture what i mean when i describe jo as having “everywhere-hair.” plus her lil art-glove! (and a really cute rocket)

the cutest jo by @frostedwitch in her chapter xxvii sweatshirt. she is so cute with such shiny eyes and cute freckles and i love her so so so much! ♡♡♡

this shiny-haired jo by @miinsie! i love her hair so much in this one - it almost looks iridescent. i swoon. thank you for taking the time to read and to share this lovely interpretation of jolie with me!

and here are my jolie character concepts (complete full-color illo & rough doodles) and an illustration of one of my fave scenes from window ♡

✧･ﾟ:*collects Chapters I-XXVII (below the cut) & a holiday special && a silly epilogue

Chapter I. A Delicacy. in which our reluctant heroes meet atop a crate of Sovereign porn in the bowels of a Ravager ship.

Chapter II. Monster For A Pet. in which one hero wrestles with his inner Groot, and the other is quite possibly a moron.

Chapter III. A Kindness. in which Rocket gets in his own damn way: not for the first time, and certainly not for the last.

Chapter IV. Got There First. in which our heroes obtain an arsenal and street food.

Chapter V. Things No-One Has Said Before. in which one hero refuses to babysit and the other refuses to leave.

Chapter VI. Two and a Half Billion Units. in which we lean into the “they were roommates” trope. Jolie has misgivings, while Rocket has fantasies - about getting rich, of course.

Chapter VII. I'm Here. in which we visit Knowhere.

Chapter VIII. The Care & Feeding of Human Pets. in which our heroes practice breathing and we lean into a new trope: “there was (technically) one bed.”

Chapter IX. Scrapmetal and a Dream. in which we redefine homemaking.

Chapter X. Thin Fucking Ice. in which our heroes get fucked. Not in the good way.

Chapter XI. Let It Be .in which Xandar is saved and good lives are lost.

Chapter XII. So Much It Hurts. in which we try not to fuck up the vibes.

Chapter XIII. Don’t Wait. in which a lost sister is found and Drax grapples with the concept of sarcasm.

Chapter XIV. Exactly Like a Flower. in which comfort is shared.

Chapter XV: Galaxy-Breaking Shit. in which more comfort is shared, and life is good. Briefly.

Chapter XVI. Run. in which Rocket falls victim to his superstitions.

Chapter XVII. A Seedling. A Fox. A Little Girl. in which the party is divided.

Chapter XVIII. I Happen to Know a Guy. in which our heroes get fucked. Again. Still not in the good way.

Chapter XIX. He Was Loved. in which a planet is killed, a friend is made and lost, and nobody still has any frickin’ tape.

Chapter XX. Some Nerve. * in which an ultimatum is given.

Chapter XXI. I Very Still. ❤︎❤︎ in which our heroes get fucked. In the good way, this time. Finally.

Chapter XXII. Got There Worse. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket does not say "I love you."

Chapter XXIII. We're Gonna Need a Bigger Table. ❤︎ in which the galaxy just keeps spinning.

Chapter XXIV. Space Would Be Better. ❤︎❤︎ in which Rocket ~ discreetly ~ claims the title of boyfriend.

Chapter XXV. Little Love Stories. in which both of our heroes learn a little about themselves. ❤︎

Chapter XXVI. Other Side of the Window. in which old friends are reunited. ❤︎

Chapter XXV. The Most Beautiful Thing in My House. in which our heroes finally get what they deserve.❤︎

⋆꙳•̩̩͙❅*̩̩͙‧͙ Winter Across the Galaxy * ‧͙*̩̩͙❆ ͙͛ ˚₊⋆ a holiday special *

Epilogue: Interviewing Rocket & Jo. ten years after Window ends. short, silly fluff.

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This needs to be tucked in every Rocket fans bedside table as a naughty guilty pleasure. It’s also so beautifully written.

꧁･:☁︎⋆. cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂

chapter four. anthrodynia. [new 3/19] ❤︎

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.

read chapter four on ao3 :･꧂

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.

꧁･:☁︎⋆. masterlist, notes, & moodboard .⋆☁︎ :･꧂

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

Gorgeous art for a great story. My heart breaks for them here.

@nerdy-and-dedicated gifted! For chapter 19 and the sneak peek given. 🥰

I’ve been feeling pretty bummed out all week and this has really lightened my day!