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NEVERDIIES.
▛ ☢ ┊▸ rawkett. ▟ re: starter call.
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❝ – rocket raccoon ?? you’ve already got the NAME & the WEAPONS. you’ll fit right in. ❞
❛ good, ‘cause fitting in’s sort of my plan here. see, i recently got into an... argument, shall we say, with local law enforcement on a planet not too far from here. i’m lookin’ to lay low – do me this favour, and i can wire ya a cut of the profits from my next job. sound good? what do they call you, by the way? ❜
IRONARMORED.
S :// rawkett
“ okay, i know what you said about not touching things but i wasn’t even on this side of the room when that thing just… blew up. ”
❛ wh– really? you’re lucky that was just a stun grenade, i’ve got some equipment here that’d land us in serious trouble if someone were to fiddle around with it. whether it was your fault or not, i don’t care, just keep your hands to your frickin’ self. remind me again why we’re workin’ together? ❜
rocketeer. [ morty voice ] aww jeez rick—
i haven’t been on here in a while! sorry about that. there’s just been other stuff going on in that gosh-darned “real life” thing ( nothing serious, don’t worry! ) and i’ve been having a hard time mustering up the willpower to sit down and write. but! i’ll try to get some stuff done over the next week. i still love you all, and i love the threads i’ve been doing, so i’m trying really hard not to let my muse for rocket die out. and, hey, if any of my mutuals want to – maybe you can help me kickstart my motivation by liking this post for a little starter, hmm?
SHIELDWIELDER.
“Six eyes? Bet he saw some interesting things. Met a guy with red skin once. He wasn’t pleasant.”
Yeah, he was only human, but in his time he’d seen some strange things. Purple skin, six eyes, and, presumably, multiple tongues just sounded interesting at this point. And, well, he was having a conversation with a raccoon. He was having a hard time with that one.
“It’s not as bad as it sounds. At least someone is always watching your back. They call us the Avengers. We didn’t get a say in the name.”
❛ well, at least three of ‘em were blind. and people with red skin usually aren’t, in my experience. anger issues. i think there’s a correlation there somewhere. ❜
while he talks, inquisitive black eyes flick over to the metal gleam of some round thing strapped to the back of this “avenger.” is that... a shield? the guy fights with a shield? when he could be using a gun? the thought absolutely boggles the rodent’s mind.
❛ the avengers? so, what, you take revenge on the bad guys who wipe out the less competent heroes? i’m legitimately curious. and besides that, i don’t have to worry about my back – see, i got groot. ❜
HERETICBRAND.
WORDS TAINTED with thick iniquity, eyes burning cinders of matchless inquisitiveness colored by pupils domineering presence. chaos’ boundless intent, boundries burned in way of his unchallenged imminence — his curiosity knows no limits, no exhalting purpose which normality’s finite insistances thus follow — answers are sought with no greater serving.
❛ you know, i don’t QUITE follow. you are NOT someone’s draaga? what an ODD thing you are !
❛ yeah, NEVER heard that before, kid. got no clue what a ‘draaga’ is, but i sure as hell ain’t one. name’s rocket, and i’m nothin’ else except rocket. you follow that? ❜
pointed snout bares fangs in a snarl, however mild, of irritation at the child’s poking, prodding curiosity – despite personal limits not yet having been invaded, his tone still gets on the halfworlder’s nerves. atramentous eyes lock onto the nuisance’s with an air of challenge, as if daring him to ask more and see what results.
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REGNUUM.
“ How precious, it’s trying to rile me up – however uncreative and SIMPLE these attempts may be. ”
the atlantean crosses his arms and squares his shoulders, his ego forcing him to assert his dominance and spew out as many of his own insults as he could. really, didn’t this creature know he was talking to a KING? he couldn’t stand disrespect.
“ If you’re finished bragging, I suggest you come up with better comebacks next time —- ones that actually come close to offending me. ”
❛ ain’t tryin’ to rile anybody up, just callin’ things as i see ‘em. and i’m seein’ a lot – those tighty-whities you’re sportin’ don’t leave much to the imagination. ❜
the odd rodent laughter continues uninhibited, maybe even more so at the sight of the fish-man trying his hardest to look regal and intimidating. rocket has no idea of the sub-mariner’s status, of course – to him, this is just some windbag in an outfit he finds impossible to take seriously.
❛ oh, and another thing – people who ain’t offended? usually don’t feel the need to say that they ain’t offended. sorry about that massive ego ‘a yours, rex. ❜
What kind of "character shaming" sign would you hang around my muse's neck?
SHIELDWIELDER.
He almost commented on the absurdity of a raccoon as a weapon’s designer. However, considering that the raccoon was in possession of a large enough ordinance to take down a small army, Steve thought it best to hold his tongue on that topic. After all, it wasn’t the strangest thing he’d ever seen.
“You may want to talk to Tony. He’s our team’s weapons expert.”
❛ tony, huh? i met a tony once, in prison. course, tony was just what everybody called him, since his real name wasn’t pronounceable to anybody with just one tongue. considerin’ he had purple skin and six eyes, i assume we ain’t talkin’ about the same guy here. ❜
he chitters at the recollection, scratching his shoulder. then, of course, he remembers that this guy’s only human, and that his alien anecdotes aren’t exactly the most approachable topic of conversation.
❛ so, you got a team? the concept never appealed to me, personally. probably even have a team name, like the justice patrol or somethin’, yeah? ❜
ZCTANNA.
it was quite OBVIOUS that there was a degree of trust lacking between them, as evidenced by the way that, after giving her the blueprints, he retreated a few steps AWAY from her ;; it was with a sigh that she had turned her gaze away from him && towards the image that now turned delicately in her palm. it was easy enough, SIMPLE compared to the other feats that had been asked of her in the past but, before rising to her feet at her OWN LEVEL, she offered him one last attempt at understanding.
❛ what part of me don’t you trust ? ❜
it was either the MAGIC or her PERSON ;; given what kind of impression she often left, zatanna was sure of the answer she was bound to receive. it didn’t change how much she wanted to help him, regardless of his personal bias she held non against him &&, in an effort to show this, zatanna was quick to breath magic into life with his ( so called ) frequency resonator appearing on the ground between them.
his spine ( impaled as it is with metal and circuitry, all in the name of sapience and improvement ) trills all up its length as the universe hiccups, contracts, brings something into life where once was nothing. it’s unnerving, to say the least, but he hesitantly scoops up the newly created device, inspecting it from all sides to see if every part is present and functional. satisfied after a few seconds, he nods and places it in a pocket, shaking a lingering shudder from his shoulders.
❛ thanks very much. and, i trust you just fine. you seem like an upstanding young lady. it’s more the unexplainable force at your command that can do anything you want it to that i ain’t so keen on. you understand. ❜
he shifts his dextrous hands onto his hips – his eyes still lingering on the spot where a device had been brought into being from nowhere at all. he expects to see a scorch mark, maybe a haze in the air, but there’s nothing, and this is his qualm with charms and hexes. the sheer UNPREDICTABILITY of it.
❛ magic’s never sat right with me, in general. even those infinity stones, or whatever they’re called... i gotta know how things work, see? if i can’t take it apart and see what makes it tick, i don’t trust it. that’s why i like guns. i mean, i also like ‘em because they blow stuff up that’s in my way, but that’s besides the point. ❜
❛ how about NOT blowing up everything in s i g h t. i am sure there is another way we can get past it WITHOUT damaging anything. ❜and YET, maximoff had no ideas confirmed for the moment but, resulting to explosions would leave a bad mark for them. there was doubt in his mind that the other would even care. why even bother r e a s o n i n g with him ?
❛ well, that’s one idea. but damaging stuff’s a lot more fun, especially when the damager is this baby. ❜
one prehensile paw claps against the gun’s barrel with pride – it is indeed one of his best modifications in terms of pure blasting power, even if its shots always do lean to the right. but, with a sigh, he waves that same paw in the human’s direction to solicit more options. ( no guarantee that he’ll listen, though. )
❛ okay, what would you do? with that outfit, no way you’re packin’ any kind of heat, so... got any of those weird mutations i hear so much about, or what? ❜
MOCKEYE.
❝hey. hey.❞ her own dukes, they’re in on it. they’re in on the action. they’re perked tight and high and she’s just about ready to start her idle video game fighting bounce. ❝don’t you call me little lady. don’t you say those words at my face. at my knees. don’t you say those words at my knees.❞
here comes the romp. she’s got the back-and-forth rock goin’ on the balls and heels of both feet like it’s nobody’s business. ❝i ain’t above shit.❞ nice, clever wording. really showcases the standard heroic empathy. ❝let’s go. you and me. only guns allowed being your puny furry arms verses my huge, limbering ones.❞
❛ i’ll say whatever the hell i want to your fleshy knees! ‘specially since they’re connected to your tail-stomping feet, which, as we’ve already established, suck. ❜
oh, it is on now. like donkey kong, one could say, if only rocket had any idea what donkey kong actually is. he breaks out his own bounce in response, furry shoulders rolling and tail flicking like a pendulum. he unhooks all his guns from various places on his body and throws them aside, which takes a worryingly long time and makes a disturbingly large pile – if he’s not going to use them, no sense in having them slow him down.
❛ last chance to back out. ‘cause let me tell ya, once the rocket gets goin’, i’ll scratch you up somethin’ real bad. i’ve probably been in more prisons than earth years you’ve been alive, so you’d best think twice about where you’re about to go! ❜
honestly, he doesn’t really know what he’s saying at this point. but all this trash-talking is a very effective outlet for his perpetual aggressiveness, he should really do this more often!
*covers up real feelings with aggressive sarcasm*
PERAMALIS.
❝ well, if it isn’t the little patchwork beast.
HE SITS, ONE LEG PERCHED on the knee of the other, beak curving into a crooked, semi-toothy grin. wide shoulders push out & forward, hands held together, resting upon his shin – the area around them darkens & dirties, gritty neon lights blinking for a few moments before the scenery changes back to normal.
❝ feeling … all together, lately ?
rawkett.
❛ keep that tone up with me, pal, and the only thing that’ll be patchwork is that beaky face a’ yers. ❜
hostility drops his voice immediately to a defensive growl as unease pervades the air, a certain wrongness seeping into the entire surrounding area. pointed ears and snout twitch, suddenly unsure of what to trust – that voice feels like it pervades his mind, the presence alone of this man ( if man is indeed what he is ) making him bristle. if nothing else, the unerring hitting close to home of his comments sets his teeth on edge.
❛ what’s it to you who i am and how i’m feelin’, exactly? ❜
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THEME GIVEAWAY
I actually hit a pretty big milestone a day ago and since I know I got the time to do these things now I think it’s a good time to try and do one of these good old theme giveaways again Why? Because I still enjoy making them even though I don’t do it as much as I used to. So yeah! let’s pick up on that again!
An example:
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So whatdyagotta do and whatdyaneed to know?
1. Be aware this is just the theme background. This does not come with a custom code. 2. I will pick three winners upcoming Saturday. 3. Must be a RP blog. 4. Must be following me. ( zimtec ) 5. Both likes & reblogs count.
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tonights a photoshop & cry over sirius black night for me. so here’s the dealio. reblog and like this post to be entered for a chance to win a bit of a theme do-over. plus mbf ME ( racliation ) y’know the whole deal. background and code included. ends about 8pm est, 2 hours from now. and there will be one winner picked @ random.
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