whitedragoncoranth

[whitedragoncoranth]

Ah, Rocket is such a li'l cutie here!

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.

[whitedragoncoranth]

Life on Knowhere III

Once more, Rocket was at my apartment, he and I were crashed in bed together, and Cosmo was atop, curled at my feet. Dressed once again in a shirt far too large for him (he secretly loved them, they felt like blankets to him, like he could burrow into them) Rocket rested easily, head next to mine on a pillow as he looked at me, seriously. "I... I know I wasn't all there that night, three months ago - when I ran in here after that nightmare - but... d'ast it, I remember what you did, how you put me in the shower, then dried me off, picked me up and put me in bed wit' you and Cosmo. An'... an' I remember what you told me about... about g-grief. I... I remember what happened after, now, too... you pettin' me all over... Felt good, didn't feel humiliatin', at all..."

Now, the little raccoon's eyes went misty, and he snuffled back a sob. "D'ast it, I..." he inhaled another sob, and I gently gathered him to me, pressed his little body gently against my own pyjama clad form. After a moment to collect himself, he continued in a whisper, "Deep down, I want someone to hug me, to touch my face. I wan' it to be so normal that neither of us thinks anything of it. I... I wan' it to be you, humie - David. I... I know you ain't attracted to me, uh, sexually... but you still love me, flarkin' hell you do! What'chu call it? Agape? Universal love? That... that you can love someone so much without sex...?" When I nodded, he continued, "Then... I consent. I... I want you to touch me, pet me, whatever. I gotta get over bein' touch averse. But only when we're alone - when it's jus' you an' me - for now. Okay?"

I nodded solemnly, then, pulling him atop me I gently petted him, ruffled his headfur, softly stroked, petted, scratched behind his ears and Rocket tensed, shivered, then burst into silent tears, as if a weight was lifting off his shoulders, something he'd carried for far too long... Aside from his intimate places, I made love to Rocket with my hands, my touch; I petted, stroked, caressed him all over, finding what he liked, what he didn't, where he was most sensitive. I made him laugh so hard he cried, made him groan softly with pleasure, and purr so loudly his whole body vibrated.

Probably not even aware he was doing it, Rocket returned my love, he nuzzled all over me, utterly scent-marked me, rubbed against me and lick-lick-licked me with his little tongue--before I massaged him into oblivion. Later, the little raccoon just stared at me, half-dazed and half in awe. "I... whoa... I... I always thought touch only meant pain. I... flark, I had no idea it could feel like that!" Fur tingling, muscles pliant - feeling like a complete being, metal, cybernetics and all - he rolled this way, and that way luxuriating in the feel of everything, the shirt he wore, the duvet, the memories of my hands working him over until his brain may well have shut off! "Mmmmh..." he rolled back towards me, flipped over that I could lazily draw patterns in his chest fur, pur-r-r-r-r-r-ing... "... Wish I could'a met you long ago, as a kid," Rocket murmured, later. "I'd 'a let you pick me up right then and there...!"

"Oh, don't tempt me...! I'd have never let you go if you had, little man; you'd be in my arms nearly always, then up on my shoulders as you grew; then piggy-back rides as an adult. We'd have to exercise your legs so they wouldn't atrophy!" Rocket trilled with laughter, then nuzzled noses with me. "... But it'd be so worth it!" he replied cheekily and I ruffled his headfur again and pet him until the bed shook with his purring!

#rocket raccoon #gotg #rocket raccoon fanfiction #love #petting #purring #me pet dis boi until he's purring so hard the room shakes! #comfort #fluff #tooth rotting fluff #diabeetus

[whitedragoncoranth]

Cute li'l feisty baby raccoon! Poor li'l guy... :(

#precious baby #li'l raccoon #li'l cutie! #small raccoon

[whitedragoncoranth]

New Rocket album cover redrawwww!! Today I went with Thriller!🤸‍♂️🫶

Enjoy😄❤️❤️❤️

[whitedragoncoranth]

Mom!, mom!, mom!, mom!, mom!, mom!, mom!, mom!, mom!--oh, there you are, whew! *purr!*

#should have been rocket raccoon #baby raccoon #calling for mum #human mum found! #purring #cute #precious baby

[whitedragoncoranth]

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!

[whitedragoncoranth]

Putting this on my blog so I don't lose it.

I've been having this weird idea but don't know how to write it so I'll just bang out the blorb... So, Rocket gets this weird idea in his head that he'd like to be more comfortable with his 'raccoon side' so he finds one of the BEST, premium animal sanctuaries on Earth that has raccoons (can be fictional I don't care) and goes there.

He meets with the head person in charge of the place and she's a kindly old lady who absolutely knows her stuff when it comes to animals--she takes one fucking look at Rocket and immediately sees that yes, he's a raccoon, but whoa, there's a lot not right about him and her eyes widen because she determines a little of what had to be done to him to make him that way... and she's breaking in tears as she welcomes him into the sanctuary.

For a while she and he talk, and talk, and talk... it all gets very emotional for both as something in him tells him this lady can be trusted... he tells her a little of his past, what he's comfortable with revealing and in the end she's hugging him in her lap, he and she both crying. She shows him about the Sanctuary, then for a couple of months they hash out an agreement that he'll live to as near a base raccoon as possible yet not like a complete animal? So... she teaches Rocket... everything about Raccoons, teaches him how to be as close to one as possible, how they live, hunt, what they eat, how to climb like a true/base raccoon, etc.

In the end - when the Guardians come to pick up Rocket once this weird vacation has ended - the lady who runs the Sanctuary leads them to the raccoon enclosure where they see Rocket - nude, apart from a loincloth - sleeping with a small harem of female raccoons; he hasn't mated with any of course, just gotten to know them and they all trust him. Quietly, the lady calls to Rocket, waking him; he sees his friends and makes a soft, yet cheerful raccoon noise to them, then ambles over to them on all fours!

What we have now is a Rocket who is far healthier, comfortable with his body, embraces his animalistic side a lot more, fine with being petted and/or seeking affection from his friends... and, err... the Orloni on the ship seem to be disappearing at an alarming rate. There seems to be no food waste in the garbage cans either, despite Quill and the others tossing leftover food in... yet Rocket keeps himself fastidiously clean now so it can't be him, how odd... Little do they know... On planet, Quill and the others sometimes see him fishing in rivers, or flipping up stones for whatever tastiness might be under-neath...

(Basically, Rocket spends time at an animal sanctuary, immersing in Raccoon, learning how to Raccoon and achieving a balance between his human and Raccoon side.)

i love this. all of it. but i particularly love the idea of rocket fishing. belly full and hands dripping. light reflecting up off the clean water, dappling the undersides of his face, glimmering in his eyes. the wind in the reeds and quiet, sleepy frog-noises all around. a few birds, and a clear sky overhead ~

[whitedragoncoranth]

Really wanna join you there; we'll hang out with the Guardians when they're not saving the universe, and (secretly, discreetly so he don't suspect and get mad at us) look after our snarky furbaby boy, like sneak him extra food and such, leave him little gifts of tech or cool music!

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

[whitedragoncoranth]

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.

[whitedragoncoranth]

MOAR Entanglement art, fuck I love the story and the ART with it, *chefs KISS!*

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!

[whitedragoncoranth]

Eating this guy's art OM NOM NOM (seriously so fucking good!)

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!

[whitedragoncoranth]

Adding this this one to my blog, as I like soft-Rocket fics!

Hi

I was wondering if you please could do a platonic rocket X reader from terra, where the reader loves to pet their best friend rocket and then one day finds out he can purr

Rocket normally lets nobody pet him.

Until you came around, anyway.

At first, he hated it. And of course, you got scratched at and bit everytime you tried. However, the closer you became and the more often you had done it in his time of need, when he needed comfort, he allowed it. It eventually slowly progressed into him allowing it while he was in a good mood as well. It eventually progressed to the point he didn’t mind you petting him at all, unless he was really angry at that point in time.

He never allowed himself to deeply relax though. Or at least, when you were paying attention.

But one night he was laying on your chest, and you were both trying to fall asleep. It was one of those shitty nights, for the both of you. You both found comfort and solace in one another, and petting his head was not out of the ordinary.

What was out of the ordinary was hearing him purr.

It shocks you, mainly because you didn’t even think raccoons purred. You thought maybe it was just a cat thing? Or something. You guess you feel stupid now.

For once, you don’t say anything. Although you were tempted, he had already fallen asleep and you didn’t want to disturb your friends peace.

It was rare to see him so soft and peaceful, anyway.

[whitedragoncoranth]

Sooooooooo cuuuuuuuuuuuute! Sound ON!

Happy raccoon noises

🔊

[whitedragoncoranth]

Love this one!

before dawn

Rocket Raccoon x Reader

Summary: based on two requests by anonymous readers. you’re tired, trying to sleep and sharing an overly-cramped bunk with rocket and groot. all you want to do is close your eyes an drift off to dreamland, but sweet little groot, who has come to think of you both as his parents despite your platonic relationship, has other plans for you and his other favourite guardian.

Characters/Pairings: rocket raccoon x reader, baby groot

Warnings: fluff

Word Count: 1,744

MARVEL MASTERLIST

Keep reading

[whitedragoncoranth]

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 your friends - with no place to go... because... your friends... aren't here anymore. Yeah, I know that's 'stating the obvious', but... God... 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 couldn't; all I could do was be there for him as his friend, or - in times like this - be here for him when he just needed someone to be with for a while. 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.

#rocket raccoon #love #hurt/comfort #dealing with grief #cuddle #petting #cosmo #best doggo

[whitedragoncoranth]

... this is why I write all the fluffy fics with Rocket being held, cuddled, petted, loved; given all the love until he purrs so loud the room vibrates. Li'l precious baby boy...

#rogertaylorswift #amazing-art #must cuddle this boi #precious bebe boy #hurt/comfort #rocket raccoon #gotg

[whitedragoncoranth]

This guy's art is fucking gorgeous; reblog it all over everywhere! Now... the people of the Tumblr Universe will excuse the White Dragon Coranth for a moment as he goes to the Arete Laboratories Ship and finds the Rattan Cane that was used to hurt Rocket! The people will watch in horror as the Raccoon's Champion pulls down the purple pants of the High Evolutionary ('cos nobody needs to see that wrinkled thang), then their expressions will turn to joy as the Raccoon's Champion turns that Rattan Cane sideways and shoves it up the High Evolutionary's candy ass! IF YA SMEEEELL... WHAT THE DRAKE... IS COOKIN'!

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

#petra quill #rocket raccoon #entanglement #hibatasblog #shelbyinubakulee art #art legend #gold art #midas touch artist #amazing #soft #love #comfort