Rocket: Emotions Are Like Fine Wine.

The art is so lovely and the story is super hot!

"Um, what do ya suggest then? Mister expert?"

"What you do best…" Peter leaned down, and Rocket caught the light shining off the curls. Mentally he took back all the bald jokes he ever made. There were even strikes of amber mixed with the blonde. "Test things out… see for yourself… if you can use me as a cure."

Rocket took a deep breath. Was it getting hot here in the hangar or what? "All right. It was funny. I get it. Now knock it off." Rocket tried to back away, played it all as a joke. Even if his dick had different ideas. At this point the thing has laser focus.

"I ain't yer type at all."

Peter's first instinct was to creak a joke but something in Rocket's face told him now wasn't the time. Firming his nerves, Peter reached out and took Rocket's hand in his. Allowing a second for Rocket to reject him or not, pain having been his teacher, Peter rubbed his thumb over Rocket's knuckles. The contrast of size was considerable.

"Says who?"

A collab with the wonderful @bbasmos for the lovely @nerdy-and-dedicated!

-sorry for the delay. I still recovering from a slumping depression.

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

Rocket: [Referring to Blackjack] He’s selling us out!!!

[Rocket starts strangling Blackjack but is pulled off by Lylla]

Lylla: Rocket Stop!!! There has to be a reasonable explanation! At least give him a chance.

Blackjack: Thank you Lylla… I’m selling out.

[Lylla starts strangling Blackjack and Rocket crosses his arms and smiles smugly]

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

Also hyperventilating… in French.

Themed nights at Sister Margaret's.

Gamora and her little tree.

Lylla and Rocket. Requested by @hadesinsane

Never gotten a request before. So this was new for me. But here it is! Mainly based off TallTale’s style of Lylla. Hope you like it!

Preview of Petra Quill from the fic Casino Royale- cue Rocket dying.

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