#rocket writes

[pinkygrocket]

After his first nightmare, on Gustavo's recommendation—or perhaps insistence—Peppino spends a night at a cabin in the woods, if only to try to clear his head with some mountain air. Though he might be able to escape the city, he cannot escape time, and the new, horrible curse it now brings upon him.

new pizza tower fic; a horror comedy tale inspired by evil dead 2 set in the weretoon AU! this was a blast to work on and i'm really happy with how it turned out!

thank you to horologiium for their blessing to write this fic, @2hoots and @of-science-and-stars for beta reading, @rapono-writes-stuff and randomartistperson for organizing the weretoon collection and AU, and the EAD discord for help tagging!

#pizza tower #peppino spaghetti #fanfiction #fanfic #ao3 #horror #horror fanfiction #rocket writes

[rocketupduck-art]

It has beegun. 

Dumb thing I made from my recent chapter of CoJ where Holly saw a thick ass bee at the farm and wanted it.

Bit of an homage to OG CoJ where she kept running into crap and bringing it home to Nazarick. She has a thing for accidentally accumulating pets.

I want to draw the glare she gives Demiurge at the end of that chapter. I’m pretty sure I’ve never written Holly at that depth of anger before and WOOF. Holly’s anger is always big, bombastic, and she can be a bit of a brat, so you know shit’s serious when she gets quiet. That’s the you done fucked up stage.

#overlord #Holly Leonhardt #overlord fanfiction #fat bee #mini comic #coj #rocket draws #rocket writes

[ghostbsuter]

Can be read as a continuation of this

.・゜-: ✧ :

Standing by Batman's side, Billy and Danny were very much standing out, ignoring that they're kids and in street clothes.

There was a curse, and the cave was flooded with various people, both recognised as Bruce's legal and otherwise wards.

Danny knows that blue bird symbol even if the vigilante was over 500 meters away.

"Nightiwing!" He cheers, nudging Billy who was still pouting.

The man in question seemed so confused.

A rough "behave" from batman, and they were both grumbling, Billy adamant that he didn't even do anything.

"Uh– B? Why are there two black haired, blue-eyed children behind you?" Nightwing approaches cautious, attention to the two now.

"You two orphans?'

"Yep!" "Yeah."

"...tragic backstory?"

A shrug and a 'so-so' gesture.

"Shit, welcome to the family then."

The words make Billy grin. "Nah, we're not adopted, as much as the big probably want to." He adds as afterthought. "It's just our week with the big bat!"

Spoiler, giddy, approaches as well. "Damn bigbat! Felt broody again?"

Danny laughs at the question, the man only grumbling.

"So, who are you two? I personally don't believe Batman would bring in two random orphans to the Batcave."

Their attention is now on Red Robin, who's idly playing with his staff.

"Well, I'm Danny! Danny Fenton."

Matching his mischievous grin, Billy gestures to himself. "Billy, Billy Batson."

"Stop being menaces and go on." Batman nudges the two, cowl resting somewhere and his brow is raised.

"You hurt us, Bruce!" Billy shakes his head. "And here I thought you of all people would take these secret identities serious!"

Somewhere someone mutters a 'of course they're vigilantes' and it has them grinning even bigger.

"Alright, we will tell you! Since we got busted not long ago anyway."

Two white rings split across his abdomen and reveal Phantom. Justice League member Phantom.

"I'm also known as Phantom!" Danny– Phantom!?— re-introduces, then gestures to Billy.

Getting into position, the teen with a feral glint in his eyes shouted. "Shazam!"

A bolt of lighting hits the cave– now wasn't that a freaky thing?— and Captain Marvel stands where Billy was.

"Captain Marvel, to your assistance."

Oh my god they are child heroes.

"We managed to trick the Justice League only for so long, unfortunately."

"Was amazing tho!"

"Definitely."

Oh my god, they were child heroes that managed to trick the big three.

(Silently, dick bemoans that they're gonna fit right in in their chaos, but now he got more brothers to spoil so yay?)

#dcxdp #dpxdc #dp x dc crossover #fic prompt #writing prompt #dc x dp prompt #billy and danny are brothers in crime and losers in costumes #billy batson & danny fenton #Billy “im invincible” batson and Danny “dead and vibing” fenton being literal godlings #Diana called dips when she noticed they were baby gods #theyre team rocket woth tawky tawny being meowth

[mischievous-thunder]

Flashback scenes? More like a cry your heart out session

#guardians of the galaxy #gotg vol 3 #the avengers #peter quill #rocket raccoon #groot #drax the destroyer #mantis #kraglin #marvel mcu avengers memes #imagine your otp #otp prompts #writing promt #nebula and gamora #adam warlock #chris pratt #will poulter #star lord #fanfiction ao3 #mischievous thunder

[clockwayswrites]

Not Exactly Cinderella Part 1

WC: 1350

CW: mildy raunchy talk

Dick/Danny/Wally

Wally still didn’t really get why Dick hated galas so much. The outfits were a little stuffy, but Dick always looked amazing in them and these days he found ways to have fun with the looks. The people could be stuck up, sure, but there were always lots of Waynes and other supes to talk to. And the galas could drag on a little, but Dick was amazing at finding dark corners to duck into and make out in.

The worst part, really, was the photos going in. That was mostly because Wally felt so utterly inadequate standing next to Dick, but he doubted Dick had any issue with that part. Still, every time that Dick begged Wally to come along with him to one, he acted as if he was going to his execution. For a guy who fought crime and had literately been at his own attempted executions before, it felt a little extreme.

“You know, we could still have the driver turn around,” Dick suggested hopefully.

“Put those baby blues away because we really, really cannot,” Wally said, but he softened his words by reaching out to twist their fingers together. “You have to be at this one, babe. Part of what they’re trying to raise funds for is your idea.”

Dick groaned and let his head fall back against the the black leather seat. It made Wally want to lean over and kiss along that length of neck as beautifully highlighted by the passing neon lights as it was, but he managed to resist. Dick really shouldn’t be marked up before photos.

(Which was a shame.)

“Hey, I’m with you at least?” Wally offered. He knew it was paltry compensation, but it was at least something.

“You are. Thanks for coming,” Dick said. He lifted their hands to press a kiss to the back of Wally’s hand. “I know—”

“Hey, I’ve said it lots before. I don’t mind coming to the galas with you at all. Where else am I going to get to eat so many tiny foods?”

“Tiny food is overrated.”

“It’s the best.”

“Speedsters,” Dick said, rolling his eyes.

Wally elbowed Dick for saying ‘speedsters’, even if the driver wasn’t supposed to be able to hear them right then. Dick, of course, was completely unrepentant and just stole a quick kiss instead as the car rolled to a stop.

Dick took a deep breath. “Okay, time to look pretty, Wally.”

Wally’s ‘easy for you to say’ was lost to the sounds of flashing cameras and shouted questions as the door opened and Dick stepped out. Wally tamped down the urge to fidget and took Dick’s hand, joining him in the lights and noise.

-

For the most part, Wally was glad that he wasn’t expected to contribute to the conversations as they made their rounds at the gala. He got the basic ‘how are you’ or ‘so what is it you do’, but really no one wanted to know, not unless he ran into other scientists. Wally knew he could be a bit… much to talk to, so he let Dick lead for all the important conversation. Wally figured he could slip off to talk to the other nerds later, if they were around, but he’d stick by Dick for the first part at least. This obligation would probably wind down soon, even those coming in fashionably late had arrived by now.

Wally scanned the crowd as they headed up to the second floor to make sure they had caught everyone they needed to. Ah, there were some people he recognized from WE Research, as well as some new faces. They looked like they were having a good time. The group laughed and one of the people Wally didn’t know, turned with the act and looked over the crowd too. For just a moment his eyes and Wally’s caught.

His smile was brilliant.

Suddenly Wally found himself tipping forward, toe caught on the step. Only Dick’s quick reaction time saved Wally’s face from meeting the marble.

“Shit, Wally, you okay?” Dick asked, clutching Wally tightly to him.

Wally buried his blushing red face into Dick’s shoulder. “I’m fine.”

“Okay,” Dick said, drawing the word out. He guided Wally upstairs and into one of those dark corners, not taking his bracing hand off Wally’s back. Voice quiet, he asked, “Is it something from the… work issue earlier today?”

“No,” Wally said, but his word was muffled by the his hands pressed over his warm face. “I didn’t get hurt.”

“Okay,” Dick said again.

“Stop saying okay. It’s nothing. I’m just being… ugh.”

“Walls, sweetheart,” Dick pried Wally’s hands away from his face, holding them gently, “you’re worrying me a little here.”

Wally sighed. “I tripped because a cute guy smiled in my direction, alright?”

“What?” Dick asked. He covered his laughter with their clasped hands.

“I tripped because I’m an idiot and got flustered when a cute guy smiled my way.”

Dick pouted, still snickering. “You’ve never tripped up because of my smile.”

Wally just stared at Dick.

“What?”

He couldn’t believe it. “Do you really not know how many walls I ran into because of your smile, Dick?”

“No.” Dick was grinning now, bright and wonderful. “Give me a number here. Ten? Twenty?”

“So many, Dick, so many. So no getting jealous, you’re still way in the lead.”

Dick sobered instantly. He reached out and caught Wally’s wrist again, running his fingers along that too fast Speedster’s pulse. “Hey, no, you think I’m being jealous?”

Wally just shrugged. He did and he didn’t. He really didn’t know what to think. He didn’t think Dick was the jealous type, but it hadn’t exactly been put to the test. When this thing between them had turned from fooling around into something more they had agreed on an open relationship and worked out the details. And Wally would talk about someone being hot, sure, but they were always someone unobtainable. It’s Dick who had actually gone out and dated, or at least slept with, other people.

“Oh sweetheart, no,” Dick murmured, closing the distance between them to nothing. “I was just teasing. I think it’s adorable that his smile made you stumble— and at a ball too! That’s some real fairy tale stuff right there.”

“Okay, but fairy tales usually ended pretty horrifically,” Wally pointed out, though he could feel his own smile tugging at his lips.

Dick rolled his eyes. “Alright, a Disney style fairy tale then.”

Wally’s nose wrinkled. “Too wholesome.”

“Picky, picky, picky. An adult film knock off of a Disney story?”

“Dick!” Wally laughed and gave the other a little shove. The bastard didn’t even budge.

“Sorry,” Dick said without sounding sorry at all. “Come on, let’s go talk to him.”

“What?!” Wally squawked. “No! Dick, no, why?”

“Because you thought he was cute. It can’t hurt.”

“Yes it can! He’ll talk to me and…”

“Walls?”

Wally looked down at their feet, scuffing his banged up toe around. “He’ll, I don’t know, get bored of me? Or at least it won’t go anywhere.”

Dick ducked down so he could see Wally’s eyes. “Hey, no, sweetheart, why do you think that? You’re a catch.”

“I’m pretty sure only you think that,” Wally said.

“Lies,” Dick said, giving Wally a peck. “I’ll prove it. Come on, let me be your ‘wing man.”

Wally snorted at that.

“You know I’m a great ‘wing.”

“You are,” Wally said, unable to help the fond smile.

“Then come on. I know all your virtues, including how good you are at blow jobs. Let me extol them.”

“Dick! You are not telling a stranger I’m good at blow jobs!” Wally hissed.

“But you are.”

“Yeah, I am, aren’t I?”

Dick backed up, tugging Wally out of the nook. “We’ll do a quick pass up here and then go find him. See if we can’t get you lucky.”

“I was supposed to get lucky with you tonight,” Wally reminded him.

Dick just shrugged, still smiling. “I’m not going anywhere, sweetheart. I’ll still be around after you have some fun.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

--

AN: So I didn't really have anything else that fit Tooth-Rotting Tuesday in my current wips (not where they were at least) and somehow this got in my brain soooo.... hopefully you enjoyed it?

I love how gung-ho Dick is about getting his boyfriend laid. His plan is to get them started flirting and then just slip away. But will he be able to pull that off?

Sorry for any mistakes. A pressure migraine on top of my other migraine rolled in with the front yesterday so I am KOed.

Stay delightful darlings!

#dp x dc #danny fenton/dick grayson/wally west #rocket fuel #we're going with that ship name here personally lol #cause somehow I'm writing more of these three #tooth rotting thursay #not exactly cinderella

[convito]

Blasting Off To The Past: Chapter 1: The Customers Are Used To This By Now

Finished chapter 1 of my fanfic based on @yamujiburo's Jessie/Delia Pokemon comics. The fact that it's just the first chapter is a development that materialized roughly 5 minutes ago when I realized this thing is getting way too long to write all at once. It's just a fun little day-in-the-life story because I wanted an excuse to write these characters.

Here's the AO3 link.

Below is the full chapter text. Enjoy!

“Meowth, I demand to know why you just kicked me!” James yelled dramatically.

“Don’t flatter yourself, I wouldn’t waste my time kicking you!” Meowth

The lunch rush took its toll on everyone in different ways. For Delia, the strain kept her too busy to notice anything outside the restaurant. For Jessie, it meant Delia wasn’t looking at her.

In the case of James and Meowth, it was dealer’s choice. Today, that meant each blaming the other for the table leg they each routinely tripped over. Meowth’s thimble-sized temper had reached a boiling point. James was mad by association.

Delia had been holding down the kitchen until the commotion piqued her attention, prompting a peek around the corner into the dining area. She saw Meowth seething as his serving tray clattered to the ground, trading leers with James whose serving tray remained pristinely perched atop his fingers.

Then time stood still as she saw Jessie burst in with a face that gave her conflicting feelings, making a Beedrill-line for the bickering duo. How she heard the noise from across town would remain a mystery. The love of Delia’s life was a lit fuse heading straight for a flamboyantly colored powder keg. The focus now needed to be heading off the stormfront before it turned the restaurant into a restauNOT (she took a second to chuckle at that).

“Jessie. Babe. Sweetie.”

The red menace continued undeterred. Delia raised her voice.

“Jessie, stop! Jessie! Honey!”

Still nothing. Delia was desperate.

“STOP, DAMMIT!”

Jessie screeched to a halt, bringing the universe with her. She and her two partners in something or other all turned their heads toward Delia, three identical faces of exaggerated shock. Though Jessie’s sported a tinge of crimson.

“I… buh…” she attempted.

“Delia made a swear,” Meowth whispered.

James simply covered his ears.

But whether through shock or sheer force of Delia’s long-bided power, the situation was defused for now. The residual fallout kept things together until the restaurant finally slowed down. James and Meowth lost their abrasion around each other, more or less back to their regular selves give or take the occasional shared look towards Delia. Granted, not unlike their usual behavior.

Jessie, meanwhile, had stuck around to help however she could. At the moment, she was employing her puppy dog eye technique to try and soften Delia’s mood every time her wife looked her way. Despite coming across more like bewildered Magikarp eyes, which had Delia desperately suppressing a snort laugh at every turn, it probably would have worked even if she actually had been angry.

Eventually, closing time arrived. Jessie had finally released Delia from her fishy look and was taking a break from cleaning to watch James and Meowth. The other two former Rockets were Taurosing around with each other as they took the garbage out back. Delia noticed a wistful look in her wife’s eye. It was one she’d been seeing a lot of lately.

“You miss the adventure, don’t you?” Delia asked warmly.

Jessie gave a slight start at this before nodding. They’d grown to know each other well enough that it was no surprise Delia could read her so intimately.

“I know we weren’t the good guys going after the twe- eh, Ash and Pikachu like that,” Jessie seemed just a bit embarrassed, “but getting out there and traveling around really got my juices moving.”

“Even more than our little battling vacations?”

“W-well, I wouldn’t say…” Jessie hesitated, but she knew she never needed to hide anything from Delia, especially after all this time. “Kinda, yeah.”

Jessie’s regular trips out into the region with Delia to explore and battle gym leaders had very quickly begun to rank among the highlights of her life, and she wouldn’t trade them for anything, no matter how shiny. But…

“I just miss the camaraderie with James and Meowth,” she found herself gushing. “I miss the cartoon-level plans we came up with together, I miss the big Meowth balloon, I miss James’ camp cooking and Meowth’s snoring, not to mention-”

“I’m sorry, what was that about Meowth?”

“Oh, right, you never heard his outdoor snoring. Only happens when he’s camping. Real conker of a wavelength he could belch out, which you wouldn’t expect from a little fart like him. I think he developed it as a defense to make predators think a Snorlax is sleeping nearby or someth-”

“What?” Delia had trouble getting a word in edgewise sometimes, a trait of their relationship she oddly treasured. She liked seeing Jessie excited. “No, why would I ask to hear about…? Never mind, I meant the balloon thing.”

“Ok, yeah, that makes more sense,” Jessie admitted. “It was a thing of genuine beauty. A huge hot air balloon in the shape of Meowth. We even used official Team Rocket funds to commission it. They seemed cool with it.”

“I’d like to point out that they did very much fire you.”

“Oh yeah,” Jessie said with a guttural giggle. “Wow, things are definitely starting to make some more sense now that I say them out loud. But anyway, we used to go everywhere in that balloon. It was our own little home where we never had to deal with property tax. We’d sleep up there, have some fun by spitting off the sides, do… other things off the sides…”

“Honey, I love you but oh my god.”

“Hey, if you can think of other ways to handle being up in the air for days at a time…” Jessie’s old smug nature crept in, which she caught before going any further. “Th-the point is I just miss the balloon. It was sort of a symbol of that complete freedom we used to have. Nothing tying us down, literally. No rules. No responsibilities. No bosses or authori-” she paused, her expression that of a system reboot. “How did we not get fired sooner?”

“I didn’t realize how much you thought about that time,” Delia started to feel just a touch of guilt. Or was it jealousy?

“Not 'all the time' or anything. Some things just remind me of that past life. Like how James and Meowth have been sniping at each other a lot lately,” Jessie said with a look of dawning realization. “They must be feeling homesick too. Or, I mean ‘homesick’ I guess,” she made some halfhearted quotes with her fingers. A glance over at Delia dropped the fingers immediately as Jessie read her wife’s expression, as subtle as it was.

Jessie wordlessly walked over to Delia, not rushing, not holding back, simply going. She took her hands in her own and clasped them.

“I am happier now than I’ve ever been,” Jessie answered a wordless question. There was no need to explore the topic further. This is the most she’d talked about the old days since, she realized, that awkward time when she, James, and Meowth had shown up on Delia’s doorstep completely out of options. It was enough that she got it out.

Delia just smiled. It was a genuine smile, but one that obscured hidden depths. Depths that ironically flew right over Jessie’s head.

Once they finished closing, Jessie and Delia stepped out of the restaurant hand in hand, following James and Meowth who had apparently regained their passion for griping. Jessie paid little attention as they fired quips back and forth, sounding to her like synthesized speech from a Nintendo 64 game. She was content where she was, blissfully strolling home with the love of her life. No thoughts, just vibes.

If she’d only opened her eyes, she’d have seen the poorly-hidden look of sneaky determination emblazoned on Delia’s face.

-the next morning-

“Ash!” Delia burst into her son’s room. “We’re making a balloon!”

#hanamusa #pokemon #pokémon #delia ketchum #jessie team rocket #fanfic #i don't write stories #i only write banter #if a story materializes then it's by accident i assure you

[hopelesslysleepy]

Facing the Metatron in S3 after reuniting:

Aziraphale: Prepare for trouble!

Crowley: And make it double!

#to protect the world from devestation #someome write the rest of the Team Rocket motto for the Ineffables pleeeeease #crowley #good omens #aziraphale #ineffable husbands #aziracrow #ineffable idiots #aziraphale x crowley

[patchw0rk-quilt]

crashbox group chat

professor rocket: IF I HAVE TO GRADE ONE MORE OF THESE PAPERS MY HEAD’S GONNA EXPLODE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯😱😱😱😱😱😡😡😡🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤬🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯🤯

sketch: daddy o, if those papers are bothering you so much, then just take a break!! come back later when your mind’s cleared up, ya dig??

professor rocket: YOU’RE RIGHT SKETCH!!!!!!!!!!!!! ✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅✅💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃😃👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍👍 I JUST GOTTA TAKE A BREAK!!!!!!!!!!!! 🏝️🏝️🏝️🏝️🏝️🏝️🏝️🏝️🏝️🏝️😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁😁🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑🪑AND WHEN I COME BACK I’M GONNA KEEP GRADING THOSE PAPERS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! 💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯💯📄📄📄📄📄📄📄📄📄📄📄📄📄📄📄📄🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️🖊️👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫👨🏿‍🏫🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓🎓

dora smarmy:

This is my “Girl Dinner” as the kids these days call it. Laughing Out Loud.

eddie bull: got eaten by animal again :(

#writing in my diary 📔 #crashbox #professor rocket #sketch crashbox #dora smarmy #eddie bull #not screenreader friendly

[abrielarnold]

The room starts to spin and he’s glad he’s lying down. He shuts his eyes and turns his external imaging devices and motion sensors inward, cocooning himself in the darkness and warm hum of his machines.

The only part of himself that he allows himself to interface with is the blades in his shoulder copters turning slowly in time with the slight draft in the room. He drapes his mind around them, giving the spinning, dizzy feeling a place to exist that isn’t his stomach. His louvres flutter like gills, directing his exhaust-filled breaths away from his fuel lines and processors.

You Can't Save Everyone, But You Can Try by JustAnotherGuest.

watched generator rex for the body horror, stayed for the giant robots, decided that there could have been MORE body horror and giant robots, and here we are.

#generator rex #you can't save everyone but you can try #ycsebyct #abrielart #ficrecs #fanart #i think that rex should have a white streak in his hair. as a treat. #did I write this fic??? #hmm. a mystery. #my toxic trait is that i really like bobo. he has a rocket raccoon backstory. to me. #césar salazar is the most character of all time. #i really like holiday in this. beverly is also here. i shan't give too much away. #six is kind of an mvp. the 'yassen gregorovitch alex rider' vibes are strong. #césar's got a. hmmmm. 'if jazz was complicit in dissecting danny but as a means to an end' sort of parrallel i think.

[hussyknee]

The Career-driven Emancipated Woman Can Barely Boil Water trope is extremely sexist and white feminist. I've been waiting thirty years for feminism to move past this classist girlboss bullshit and I'm clean out of patience. Even aside from the gross devaluing of traditional female labour, grown-ass adults should be able to feed themselves and their families regardless of gender. If you're abled and have had the resources to learn basic life skills but you've elected not to because you think you can always pay people to take care of your ass, you're a privileged nitwit who's trying to weaponize incompetence.

#sorry not sorry #generations of women have not worked themselves to the bone to keep your ungrateful asses alive #for you to wear being an incompetent adult-toddler as a badge of honour #cooking cleaning and laundering aren't rocket science #girlboss feminism needs to be killed with fire #writing #tropes #feminism #internalized misogyny #chick lit #romance #strong female characters have done untold damage to intersectional feminism #knee of huss #classism #white feminism

[moss-abyss]

i'll paint a portrait in your blood,

with eye of newt and crumbling mud.

i'll tear up the canvas and set it ablaze

because why was i the one forsaken

by this fate within my name?

#animator vs animation #ava victim #ava tco #blood #eyestrain #i think lemme know if there are other tags i should be adding #mossmakes #im doing this challenge called 'try not to throw myself out a window every time i post some of my writing' and im barely passing #edit: inspired by when i glanced at vic's rocket logo and thought it was a stick figure w wings raising their arms (aka what tco's doing)

[pinkygrocket]

neeeew fic! a [prototype] hurt no comfort fic written for summer of horror exchange 2023, written for HostisHumaniGeneris.

#prototype #prototype 2009 #prototype game #alex mercer #fanfiction #fanfic #rocket writes

[rocketupduck-art]

My dreams of transforming Pan into a Bard | Sorcerer have come true by way of my Elden Ring fanfic. I’m living my best life. 😂👀

I couldn’t get his color palette to work with me because character design is hard so ✨ 𝕓𝕚𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕪 𝕓𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕚𝕥𝕪 ✨ red ❤️ | blue 💙 | purple 💜 harmony!

He has a baby face 😂😭 Will I ever draw him with consistency? Who knows!

Be sure to stay tuned to find out. ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

#rocket draws #pandelhein #pandolly #elden ring #elden ring oc #sorceror #perfumer #bard #raya lucaria #glintstone #witch hat #belts #elden ring fanfic #rocket writes

[raven-at-the-writing-desk]

Poor thing Gantu probably has to not only deal with Stitch, but also 6 high school kids who uses magic. I have a feeling Floyd would totally wreck Gantu

[Referencing this post!]

“Hey, you look pretty strong. Let’s fight!!” - Floyd, probably (<- he wants to commit shark on shark violence)

PLEASE THE POOR MAN (Gantu)????? He’s not paid enough to deal with 6 teenagers and Stitch… Man’s about to get his ass beat 😭

I hope to Michard-sama that 🙏 Jumba, Pleakley, and/or my boi Reuben (Experiment 625; the yellow one that makes sammiches) are also there to annoy Gantu and to make his life more difficult… By the end of this event, he’ll probably be blasting off again Team Rocket style 💥

#twst #twisted wonderland #Stitch #Gantu #disney twisted wonderland #notes from the writing raven #Jumba #Pleakley #Experiment 625 #Reuben #Team Rocket

[scholastic-dragon]

I bet you're tired or Rocket fics so you don't have to wrte this one but can you do a fic where Rocket is beig sweet n all to the reader but doesn't want to admit it? He pus a blanket over you when he thinks you're sleeping, fixes your hair, fixes your broken chair, yk that sorta stuff.

Once again ou don't have to do this, have fun and take breaks <3

-🎧 anon

this is so rocket

Also, how dare you assume I'm tired of Rocket - do not say such blasphemous things

"I know it was you," You giggle, taking a sip of your drink, staring at him from across the bar.

"It wasn't," He grumbles, taking a long sip from his own cup.

"You were the only other one on the ship that night!" You laugh, picking at the leather on the booth you were sitting at.

"Not true! Nebula was also there!" He states triumphantly, gesturing with his cup, sloshing some of the liquid about, spilling some across the wooden table surface.

"Right," You roll your eyes. "Because sweet and loving Nebula definitely pulled my blankets up around me last night," You snort.

"You know what," Rocket slumped back down onto the bench, crossing his arms across his chest. "Believe whatever you want Y/n. It. Didn't. Happen."

You rolled your eyes with a laugh, "whatever you say, Rockie,"

The next day, fighting a hangover you are trying to fix one of the ships engines. You're kneeling on the ground, arms shoved into a large metal basin, trying to sorter two wires together.

Unfortunately, you forgot to put your hair back, and now I was too late, with your hands 1) covered in oil and 2) stuck inside the basin.

You blew a long bang from your face, trying to tilt your head so it was out of your eyesight.

"Everything alright back there?" Rocket calls from his own desk. Up until that moment, you were sure he was passed out, arms crossed, and his forehead resting on his forearms.

"No," You puff, almost dropping the tool. "My stupid hair is in my eyes. Can't see shit,"

You don't hear Rocket move, but suddenly he's next to you. His small hand coming up and gently tucking your hair behind your ear. The back of his fingers trace the smooth skin along your jaw before he clicks his tounge.

"No, that won't work," He mumbled, pulling off his leather arm strap and hoping up onto your shoulder.

"Hey-" You jolt, almost dropping the wires and tools, shocked by what Rocket was doing.

Rocket hums softly as he starts pulling your hair back, raking his nails through it to get all the tangles out.

Despite his obvious strength and sharp claws, he was so gentle, and if you weren't extremely aware of how important your task was, you'd be tempted to fall asleep.

Once your hair was neatly balled in his fist, he tied the leather strap around it, them hoped down off your shoulder.

"There. That better?" He asked, yawning and scratching the side of his face.

You roll your eyes. Of course, he's hungover. "Yes, it's better, thanks, Rockie," You laugh softly.

"What? What're you laughing at?" He smiles at you, God's he's cute when hungover.

"You just helped me prove my point,"

He smiled wider. "And what point is that?"

"That you care," You tease.

He scoffs, smiling even though he tries to brush it off. "Nah,"

"I think you do," You nudge him with your knee. "Admit it you care about me,"

He chuckles dryly, crossing his arms. "Is that what you want?"

You nod. "Yes, say it. Say you care about me,"

He puts his arms up in surrender, slurring his words slightly. "Fine fine, I love ya alright, happy now?"

He laughs, waving his hands dismissively at you, walking back to his own work bench, unaware of his own words.

"Yeah, I am happy now, Rockie,"

#GUESS WHOS ON A WRITING SPREE BITCH #guardians of the galaxy #guardians of the galaxy headcannons #guardians of the galaxy imagine #gotg #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 headcannons #guardians of the galaxy vol 2 imagine #gotg2 #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #gotg3 #rocket raccoon imagines #rocket racoon headcannons #rocket racoon x reader #rocket raccoon #it is my works #thanks for the ask!

[starmunchandthefunkybunch]

okay as someone who has been in love with their best friend i feel qualified to speak on this subject.

GOTG3 SPOILERS

quill makes a VERY distinct difference when talking about rocket in GOTG3 than talking about anyone else. Nebula calls Rocket family, Drax calls him brother (pretty sure), and Mantis is Quill's sister. Everyone has a term for them that falls within family (like brother, sister, etc, in Groot's case talking to Quill and Rocket, dad, i know best friends can be family, just stay with me here), and yet, Quill, time after time, puts emphasis on best friend, when talking about Rocket....why?

Because he knows that Rocket can't be his brother, it doesn't sound right. I've been there. You feel something for them, and yet you don't really know what it is. It's more than a friend, you know it's more than a friend, and they really, really are, your best friend; they mean soo much to you, so much. So...what's after a best friend? Well family right? But they can't mean family because that doesn't feel quite right either, thats not entirely...accurate...so....best friends, yes very best friends. That's what Quill is going through. That's why he NEVER calls him brother, or family or anything like that but doesn't correct anyone else when they do, because Quill...loves him, he's in love with him.

That's why he doesn't correct Drax at all when he refers to himself as Quill's best friend because well, Rocket is more than that.

#roquill #just my theory #guardians of the galaxy #tell me what you think. #I THINK JAMES GUNN KNOWS WHAT HES DOING #writing peter quill calling rocket brother would be cheap writing and james gunn KNOWS that #cus there is TENSION there #rocket racoon #peter quill #gotg vol 3 #guardians of the galaxy vol 3 #star lord #drax #gamora #mantis #nebula #rocket raccoon #groot #avengers #marvel #marveledit #rocky paper quill