#c: rocket

[patchworkfables]

[Nightmare Starters]

"You shut your mouth!" The retort was sharp and instantaneous: no sooner had it left Rocket's mouth he regretted such a defensive answer. It was a vulnerable enough position to be in, let alone with someone he didn't trust to never take advantage of that fear.

The fear itself still rattled through his body, echoes of the nightmare lingering in sensation if not immediate memory. His heart still thudded heavily in his chest, perspiration beading on his nosetip, and no doubt someone astute as Loki would know well enough what he was feeling.

There was little use trying to deny it and lie to a trickster god, and so the raccoon opted for the usual: irritation. "Aaaah, so what if I did?" He growled, claws raking quickly through tousled facial fur before he cast Loki a scathing glare. "Bet you ain't exactly a one for sweet dreams neither, pretty boy, or you gods too good for that too? Don't answer, I've heard Thor plenty."

@trickstersintime

[compassofsouls]

'I used to be a little boy

So old in my shoes

And what I choose is my choice

What's a boy supposed to do?

The killer in me is the killer in you, my love

I send this smile over to you.'

The lyrics seemed to bounce and echo down the narrow interior corridors of Knowhere's underbelly like an intimate performance, an oasis of peace by comparison to the chaos above decks. With a number of children and animals to accommodate fast, Guardians and Ravagers alike had had their hands full in the aftermath of their latest, greatest escapade.

Even down here Rocket was plagued with visitors, but neither the raccon kit gently chewing on his tail nor the penguin clattering noisily as it explored the cabin drew his eyes from the scrolling data sets he was reading.

His own file. No sooner had he been well enough to understand what the object was, Rocket had pocketed the bizarre little data packet and only now had he found time to really dig into it. The recordings, he decided, were for another time.

It was funny, in a twisted kinda way, he thought as he scanned through progress logs and genetic sequencing codes. Before he'd met the Guardians, seeing this would have felt akin to seeing his entire soul bared before his eyes: everything he was and would ever be, condensed into strings of code, data logs and clinically cold observations of traumas he could only recall in hazy snatches.

But he was more, now. More than the sum of some whackjob's obsession with imperfection, more than the little monster he'd always been told he was. He had people who loved him with every one of those imperfections, and struggle though he often might to verbalise it, he loved them with theirs.

Man, family really had made him soft. And he even liked it.

Still, the files made for unsettling - but compelling - reading. Eyes drifted over seemingly endless piles of information, glossing over minutiae in search for what exactly he wasn't certain. Though only the odd sound escaped, he continued to mouth the words to the music playing. He didn't hear the doors sliding open.

'Disarm you with a smile

And leave you like they left me here

To wither in denial

The bitterness of one who's left alone

Ooh, the years burn

Ooh, the years burn, burn, burn...'

@stxrlxrds

[marveltales]

ragtagrunaways replied to your photo “”

..I'mma need him pls and ty

he laid on the couch, head on the armrest, feet long dropping on the other side, not in vain he was called moose in the x-mansion, as his 6′6′’ of height were the easiest thing to see. he was wearing nothing but the marks of a recently taken bath, thecouch’s fabric protected by the towel and a fiber of plastic below so no water or humidity hit the leather. head was turned to the tv, a simple program of gay men talking about gay men issues, simple, but he enjoyed it, while fingers brushed over the surface of popcorn that he charged with energy and rocketed into his mouth every now and then. 

he heard the door opening, but didn’t move. “there’s still hot water if you want it,” rocket said, before munching on another popcorn thrown into his mouth.

@ragtagrunaways

[guardiangcmora-blog]

Gamora can you two please just kiss? Like he totally has the hots for you and I will totally force you two in a room.

Rocket, I don’t want to skin a friend but I will if I have to.

[compassofsouls]

Continued from [X]

“Yeah yeah yeah, I got it covered,” the raccoon replied with a nonchalant wave of the paw as he barged his way through crowds too tall to have noticed his presence. With the promise of a reward still in his mind it was imperative that he actually get the job done, but…still, Rocket wasn’t about to make it a dull trip. Guy was gonna learn a thing or two travelling with him.

It wasn’t long before he gestured to the metal-clad exterior of an old structure and led the way into what seemed to all intents and purposes to be a bar. Dingy and hazy with smoke from no earthly tobacco, the atmosphere was lively but not raucous: clearly it was early in whatever passed for a day here. That suited Rocket just fine, the place busy enough to find a decent lead but not so crowded as to become distracting.

Eyes narrowed, and it took no time at all to catch sight of a small group playing some form of cards in the corner. “Bingo.” Digging a paw into his pocket, he produced a slim, somewhat battered looking, keycard, and pressed it into Stephen’s hands. “Here, make yourself useful: get three flights’ve rocket boosters, and if they charge more’n fifty tell them where they can shove it ‘cause they’re playin’ you for a moron.” Without a backwards glance, Rocket slipped from Stephen’s side and made directly for the corner table. Well, he always learned by doing – time to see if the wizard was as quick as he claimed to be.

@arroganceandfear

[marveltales]

Rocket, also known as Vincent, is a mutant born hero and a member of the Brotherhood group. Born in a middle class family, vincent witnessed years of abuse from his father to his mother until the abuse turned to him when he made seven, having stood to protect his mother from the beatings. the following four years turned him into a growing man, as he wanted to be stronger to protect her and his little brother from his father. on a last beating when he turned eleven, his powers first manifested and he killed his father in the process. with regret and fear, he abandoned the house at night, despite it all having been labeled as an accident.

rocket was found by charles xavier and trained, as an x-men, with a shelter given to him. as he turned the majority of age, he decided to leave the fold and live for his own only to experience bigotry due to his sexuality and mutant condition. this form of abuse made him join the brotherhood, having been living in genosha ever since. the only non mutant people that he tolerated for a while was his family, until understanding that not everyone was bad, but still believing everyone should stand for the mutants and not try to fight for the equality only.

rocket’s first mutation, which manifested at a young age, is the ability to turn what he touches into gravitational forces, inducing throwing or ascending motion (and then descending) into bodies. with this he can turn anything into a meteor. at first he couldn’t control the direction so, when he touched his father, he threw him out of the window, with his power stopping the motion upon leaving the window. labeled as an accident for the police thought he had stepped on something for he was drunk at the moment, and fell through it. a secondary mutation appeared upon reaching adulthood, which gave him super strength. in addition with his main mutation, he can self propel flight controlling his own movement, and speed up to light distances. due to the field generated around the object (in this case, himself) he can fly through the vacuum of space without suffering ill consequences or dying.