Rocket Gotg - Blog Posts

WOAH SKETCHES FROM A DIGITAL ARTIST?!?!?!?!?!?

So, my Apple Pencil has been acting literal doodoofart recently, and I can’t draw digitally atm. I did however find some blank sketchbooks that’s been lying around apparently, so that’s where these came from.

The first one is doodles of my venomsona, Trixie B and her symbiote Mudslide

the second one was anatomy practice I made with Cami, because she’s buff and I wanna show that. (References came from Rhea Ripley, lmao)

the third one was a little doodle I made of CatFish that was originally gonna be something else, but I didn’t like)

the next one is just some random stuff I made because I wanted to draw, including my fursona, CandyBark (its cropped because there was some personal stuff I didn’t want to show, I’m ok now though :DD)

the final one is some drawings of my GOTG oc, Captain Stinkbomb

HES SO SWEET FOR HUMMING AND SINGING TO GROOT AAAAGSVDGEH HES AMAZING

🎶Rocket Humming/Singing Compilation!🎶

I wish this could be longer 🥲

I don't think I missed any moments but if I did please lmk!

Tw blood , trauma

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POV: you’re the high evolutionary😭😭😭

Enjoy!!

Guess who watched the latest Deadpool movie and loved the hell out of it? Rocket wasn’t in it, but I’d love to see these two team up! At the very least in their own line of comics! Come on Marvel!

Well, I saw Guardians of the Galaxy Volume 3 and to be honest, it absolutely emotionally broke me. Like I never had an emotional experience in a movie theater before until watching this one. So I drew Rocket Raccoon. Seeing his traumatic memories unfold really left me bawling tbh.

Marvel one shots of the guardians of the galaxy getting sent to a DND inspired world by loki

Rocket: artificcer cleric

Groot: druid

Starlord: warrior rouge

Drax: barbarian

Gamora: rouge barbarian

Mantis: mage cleric

Nebula: monk warrior

Cosmo: warlock (pacted with alternate God version of Emma or Xavier)

Note: I am a dnd poser (want to play it but to lazy to commit) so if what I said makes no sense then... :[

Ben 10 x marvel questions

What would happen if ben tried to clone MCU Mantis's DNA? since she's like, half planet god and half whatever the other is (I looked on the wiki and it didn't say :[ )

Would he get mantis but like in a peak form, would he only get one part of the DNA?

Are Celestials even clone-able with the omnitrix?

Same goes for MCU starlord, would he get a stronger form of starlord or would it separate due to them being hybrids?

Has ben ever cloned a hybrid before?

What if he tried to clone rocket's DNA, would he get a normal raccoon or would get all "modifications" that rocket had done to him?

Could Ben clone mutants to get their powers or would it not work since they're still humans in a way? Same applies for mutates since they weren't born with their powers

Could Ben clone Adam's DNA?

I have just tons of questions

Id love his white suit with a big bedazzled gold or diamond gun

Or

This cute onesies outfit, I think the hood is cute

What kind of outfits do you guys hope to see for Rocket in Marvel Rivals?

Obviously I'm hoping we'll get his suit in the game, but I also think it'd be cool if he got like a techno/cyberpunk type outfit! Maybe something pirate themed? Or an aviator-like costume? Or something with a Noir vibe? I'd really like that.

I'd love to hear any other ideas! :)

Tough Love

Rocket Raccoon x GOTG!Reader

Fluff, teeny bit of angst

Summary: You pass out from overworking and it shows how much Rocket actually cares.

AN: your little reminder to stop and take breaks. We are human, we need time to ourselves. Give yourself five minutes to slack and chill and be as lazy as you want, but then pick it back up again. Love yall 🥰

The ship was quiet, aside from the gentle hum of the engines and the occasional metallic clink from Rocket’s tools. You’d been at it for hours—running diagnostics, fixing systems, checking every detail twice because that’s just how you were. But exhaustion was beginning to creep in, wrapping around your body like a heavy, invisible weight.

You hadn’t noticed when you finally slumped over your station, arms folded beneath your head. The blur of wires and machinery slowly faded away as your eyes fluttered shut.

Rocket noticed, though. His usual gruff demeanor didn’t falter as he glanced your way, muttering something under his breath about "dumb humans overworking themselves." But instead of waking you up with his usual sarcastic quip, he sighed.

With a quick look around to make sure no one else was paying attention, Rocket shuffled over to your side. His steps were lighter, quieter than usual. The sight of you curled up and dead asleep softened his hardened expression for just a moment. He rubbed the back of his neck, frowning at himself as if wondering why he was even bothering. Then, before he could overthink it, he grabbed a spare blanket from one of the supply crates and carefully draped it over you.

"Stupid," he muttered, shaking his head as he stood there for a second longer than necessary, watching the slow rise and fall of your breathing. "Gonna work yourself to death one day, y’know that?"

Satisfied that you were comfortable enough, Rocket retreated to his workstation, ears twitching at every small sound. Despite the fact that no one was watching, he continued with his usual snarky remarks under his breath, but there was something different in the air—an unspoken care that lingered in the silence.

When you woke up, it took a moment to remember where you were. The ship’s cold metal floor wasn’t exactly conducive to sleep, but there was something else—soft warmth enveloping you. You blinked blearily, sitting up slowly, only to find yourself wrapped in a blanket.

A blanket that definitely hadn’t been there when you passed out.

Rocket was still tinkering away across the room, grumbling at a stubborn panel. You watched him for a moment, something swelling in your chest as realization washed over you. He hadn’t said anything, of course—Rocket never did. But you knew. He cared. More than he let on.

With a soft smile, you stood up, the blanket still wrapped around your shoulders like a cape. You padded quietly over to him, heart full, and without a second thought, you wrapped your arms around him from behind in a warm, grateful hug.

Rocket stiffened instantly. "What the—hey! What’re you doin’?!" His voice was sharp, but the way he didn’t immediately shove you off said more than he ever could.

"Thank you," you murmured softly, your face still pressed against his shoulder. You could feel the way his fur bristled under your touch, but you also noticed how he didn’t push you away. He hesitated, as if struggling to keep up his usual gruff exterior.

"Yeah, well… don’t go getting all soft on me," he muttered, glancing over his shoulder quickly. "You’re the one who passed out in the middle of a job. Not my problem if you can't handle it."

You smiled, knowing full well he was trying to save face. But before you could respond, there was a soft cough from behind.

The rest of the Guardians had gathered near the doorway, each of them wearing expressions ranging from amused to knowing. Drax, predictably, was the first to speak.

"It is obvious Rocket cares for you deeply," he announced, as blunt as ever. "This hug confirms it."

Rocket bristled instantly, his ears flattening against his head. "Shut up, Drax!" He shoved your arms off, finally turning around to face the others with a scowl. "I don’t care about anybody. She’s just—ugh, whatever! Y’all are delusional."

Peter smirked, arms crossed over his chest. "Sure, Rocket. Totally believable."

Gamora gave a small, almost imperceptible smile, while Groot swayed gently in the background, seemingly pleased with the scene unfolding. The whole team knew better, and you could see it in the way they exchanged glances and held back their laughter.

Rocket, clearly flustered, shot you a look. "Don’t ever do that again," he growled, though his voice had lost some of its edge. "I ain’t some teddy bear for you to cuddle whenever you feel like it."

You chuckled softly, shaking your head. "Okay, Rocket. Whatever you say."

But you knew. And so did everyone else. Beneath all the sarcasm and tough-guy attitude, Rocket cared. He just didn’t know how to say it.

And maybe that was enough.

Quill: You ever get so tired that you start seeing spiders?

Rocket: Me after I take 17 Benadryl and start seeing the hat man.

Quill: THE WHO?

Rocket: Oh is this not a safe space suddenly?