into the forever & beautiful sky

rocket raccoon & groot (mcu) closed rp

[enidsinclair]

It really is good to have friends.

[gamoraswonder]

GUARDIANS OF THE GALAXY (2014-2023) dir. James Gunn

[galacticrocket]

jchnnytorch​:

“You’re one of the Guardians, right?” Johnny remembered hearing about them helping when Thanos wiped half of the universe’s population from existence. As strange as it was to be talking to a raccoon, it wasn’t the strangest thing in the grand scheme of the multiverse. “My name’s Johnny.”

“not just one of, kid— i’m the captain.” rocket smirked, setting the point of his gun down into the ground so he could prop himself up against it. truthfully it was slightly jarring for someone to speak to him without their eyes bugging out of their head, but he liked it. “johnny ain’t so bad of a name. i’ve heard stupider. name’s rocket. raccoon. that’s groot.” without looking, he pointed directly behind him to where groot smiled and waved.

[galacticrocket]

bandagedknight​:

Marc had to take a second to pause when he realized that the raccoon in front of him was talking, but he continued quickly once he got past the initial shock. It wasn’t like he hadn’t seen stranger things. “That’s.. kinda simplifying it, but yeah. Sorta. My boss is an ancient Egyptian deity, so he just looks like a dead bird.”

there was a pause before rocket said anything. “alright i tried to come up with somethin’ nicer but that’s the dumbest thing i’ve ever heard. whatever keeps you alive though, guy. keep it up.”

[peterfour]

"yeah no, everything's great. sure," he says, through gritted teeth, spidey senses going utterly haywire.

[galacticrocket]

"oh really? wow, that's just great! guess i'll just take my team and fly back into space! since we're not needed or nothin'."

[pquills]

"so what i've learned is, carol next door's kind of a bitch, darlene down the street hasn't really left the house much since her husband died, and do not let george who lives in the corner house pull you into a conversation about his old mustang, you'll be there for a solid hour– " he sucks in a breath, shaking his head, "god i've got a lot of catching up to do."

[galacticrocket]

"is this really what humans worry about? maybe it's good you got kidnapped, pete. you got a better deal."

[bgrimms]

"yeah, because a condition like this blesses someone with just the wildest sense of humor. give me a fucking break.”

[galacticrocket]

rocket took it upon himself to knock against ben's leg with a balled-up fist. then he chuckled. "i gotta say— this is a new one even for me. i know all about good senses of humor, dude. you're lookin' at one of the funniest people in the galaxy!"

[galacticrocket]

invisiblewomn​:

Everything has changed. The world has irreparably shifted on its axis and will never be righted to the way in which it once was. For Reed, that’s a bad thing. It’s a sign of failure and defeat. For Susan, it’s pure possibility. She’s lived her entire life on Earth, and the one time she went to space things didn’t go as planned. She can’t imagine everything that the small furry creature in front of her has seen, but she wants to know more of the galaxy. “It sounds like we had close to the same thought,” Sue smiles. “My team and I realized that we have something we can offer here. It looks like all hands on deck is more than needed.”

“hm. you guys the new version of the super friends or something?” it was said sarcastically, but rocket was genuinely curious. it had been a while since he was on earth— he was curious about how much things had changed. “i’m sure whatever’s goin’ on won’t be a problem now that we’re here.”

[galacticrocket]

amaqvelins​:

“It grows on you over time.” The Inhumans have been on Earth for a long time now, but Crystal still remembers how she felt when she first stepped foot on the planet. The air had been thick in her lungs, heavy and more polluted than she was used to. It had seemed fresh and exciting at the time. Crystal’s older and more jaded now, but the sight of the raccoon taking in her current home was enough to give her pause. “It’s good you came. Things are quite bad.”

“i’m not lookin’ to stay long term or nothin’. but yeah.. it’s nicer than i remember.” though rocket had spent most of his lonely five years out in space, earth had been the home-base. “so, who are you in all this? you one of those mutants i’ve been hearin’ about?”

[galacticrocket]

spidergwanda​:

“Uh, no. No. Not that I know of.”

“your loss, kid. it’ll do you some good to get off-planet sometime in your life. trust me.”

[galacticrocket]

destny​:

“Pretentious? Perhaps. I’d like to see how others would translate what I’ve seen.”

“people could ‘prolly do it without sounding like that. what exactly are you seein’?”

[galacticrocket]

briellebrook​:

“You’re a —” Don’t say raccoon. Don’t say raccoon. “A Guardian of the Galaxy,” she finally gets out. “Of course you’re not from here. Duh.”

“you were about to say raccoon, weren’t you? it’s alright— you can say it. it’s better than bein’ whatever you were just talkin’ about. a vampire? that it?”

[galacticrocket]

capdnvrs​:

“You ever talk to the spider-kid? He’s got a saying: with great power comes great responsibility. Or something.” It half sounds like bullshit to Carol even though it’s true. It’s too sentimental. Honestly, Carol just wants to fuck back off to space. She’s just unable to do so when she knows that there are people who need help. “Responsibility: we don’t ask for it but have it all the same. That’s something we all have to deal with.”

“that little dweeb? nah. not really. knowin’ he says stuff like that don’t make me wanna talk to him, either.” rocket chuckled and shook his head. “guess i shouldn’t be complaining when i’ve been runnin’ headfirst into that responsibility crap for quite a while now. it’s just what we do, huh? keep all of this up even when you feel like gettin’ outta doge?”

[galacticrocket]

@pquills​

rocket stood outside the house for far too long.

his eyes were glued to the door, arms straight at his side, feet stuck to their spot on the sidewalk. the first part of him that showed any sign of life was his tail, with little anxious swoops that grazed the grass it hovered above. then his hands moved and wrung together. and finally he did his best to take in a deep breath.

a talking raccoon wearing pants and a long-sleeve shirt was bound to stand out eventually. the neighborhood was quiet but rocket had learned early on how people saw him— both on earth and out in the rest of the galaxy. so as nervous as he was to see his best friend again, standing out in plain sight for the entire street to see was starting to make his skin crawl.

“what’s your fricken problem, you idiot?” rocket whispered to himself with a groan, ears flattening back against his head as he did. “it’s just quill. don’t matter that you haven’t seem ‘em in a while.”

seriously, what was he afraid of? that peter wouldn’t be the same anymore? that they wouldn’t be able to laugh like they used to? no, that wasn’t it. not really.

rocket was terrified that quill hadn’t missed him. that this visit was it— the new guardians would have one last mission on earth and then they would leave forever. he was scared that his best friend wasn’t really his best friend anymore.

“stupid.” he practically growled the word and then started walking to the door out of pure spite, even though his stomach was in knots.

once he reached the door he glanced up at the doorbell, which was just out of reach, and rolled his eyes. not wanting to make a fool of himself, rocket chose to knock instead.

“open up quill!” he yelled, voice gruff and low. he thought maybe it would be funny to joke around and pretend to be pissed off. “if ya don’t answer the door in five seconds, i’m gonna blast it down!”

rocket didn’t even have a gun on him— maybe he had a small explosive or two, but he would never blow the door off. not unless he had to. as he waited for his friend to answer, he started chuckling to himself.

[rylandsgrace]

I know you play like you’re the meanest and the hardest but actually you’re the most scared of all. I know you steal batteries you don’t need, and you push away anyone who’s willing to put up with you because just a little bit of love reminds you how big and empty that hole inside you actually is.

[galacticrocket]

@itsmntis

there was a sort of permanence to things that rocket wasn’t accustomed to.

how sad was it that he struggled with the same thing that babies did? those little idiots would get surprised when someone moved their hands to make a stupid face at them. they would react like the world had started spinning off its axis just because something that wasn’t there a second ago, was suddenly there. babies were losers.

but rocket was the same way. after escaping the high evolutionary he convinced himself that people weren’t ever going to stick around. that way, they could come and go and he wouldn’t be surprised. he wouldn’t be hurt. he wouldn’t be left to the mercy of his pain and rage. death wouldn’t be able to shock him into cries of despair as he stood over his lifeless friend’s body ever again.

it couldn’t. because he wouldn’t let it. because permanence wasn’t real.

the guardians changed all that. it wasn’t a quick shift, though. rocket wasn’t like clay, soft and malleable. he was like stone, tough and cracked but still holding strong. the guardians chipped away at him with chisels, managing to open him up little by little over the years. the process hurt. they didn’t mean to cause him any pain, he knew that. but every attempt to crack him open got closer and closer to things he had buried away— the soft center underneath the scars. it terrified him.

the guardians taught him that permanence was real. even after most of them disappeared in a cloud of dust when thanos snapped his fingers, they came back. gamora died and somehow even she was back.

they saved his life and being away from them was harder than he was willing to admit. converging on earth was a necessity but the truth was that rocket didn’t need an excuse to meet up with his friends. his family.

seeing mantis again, standing on his ship, almost made him giggle from joy. once he knew they were both on-world he reached out as soon as he could and invited her to stop by.

it was instinct, but rocket made sure to drop his grin before she turned around. “so, you didn’t get eaten by those big ugly space monsters huh?” he allowed himself to smirk— it wasn’t the same as a smile, after all. there was a question he wanted to ask her, and it made him nervous. so he deflected for the moment.

[galacticrocket]

@phylavlls

“alright, kid—” rocket started down the ramp of the ship, motioning for phyla to follow him as he adjusted his grip on the guns he was carrying. “let’s have some fun, eh?”

when they turned the corner, groot could be seen inspecting one of the local trees. rocket made sure to fly them somewhere remote— open, but green. a small opening of grass and scattered flowers in a sea of trees. the sounds of civilization were completely gone, replaced by the wind and various bird calls. it was groot’s first time on earth since the battle with thanos in wakanda and his plant-like friend was really taking his time to soak it all in. if rocket hadn’t already gone off on his own to have what was as close to an existential crisis as he would ever want to have on earth, perhaps he would be in the same boat right now.

he was trying not to run from the past anymore. or at least take it at a slow jog instead. but there was a lot to look at for the future, and phyla was part of it.

“those trees aren’t gonna talk back, groot. they ain’t smart like you.” rocket called out to him with a snort of laughter. groot continued to gently inspect a leaf in his fingers and chose not to reply. rocket shook his head with a scoff. “all he’s gonna do later is complain ‘bout his new friends givin’ him the silent treatment.”

finally he stopped at one end of the clearing and set the guns down between him and phyla. the left gun was one of his classics— collapsible, a bit beat up but still going strong. a favorite of his. the right gun was smaller and obviously much newer. the dark silver metal was broken up by accents of deep blue, and there was a type of clear panel on the spot where someone’s palm would sit on the handle.

rocket crossed his arms and gently nudged the newer gun with one of his feet. “been tinkering on that. didn’t wanna give it to ya ‘til it was finished.” he looked up at her with a bit of a devilish smile, trying to hide the fact that he was excited for her to try it out. “you’re a tough kid but you gotta learn to protect yourself without usin’ those powers of yours. as team captain it’s my moral duty to make sure my team don’t get themselves killed in stupid ways. so it’s time we start trainin’. got it?”