cicatrix.⋆☁︎:･꧂
chapter forty-one. eisce.✩
[NEW APRIL 22]
18+ only | rocket x f!oc | 41/49 | wip | wordcount: pending.
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warnings and art below. ⋆☁︎:･
how to deal with a cut-rate pirate.
read chapter forty-one. eisce. ✩
NOTES: the most G-rated chapter so far. i loved the beginning and the end but i struggled in the middle. i hope you enjoy!! ♡♡♡
Pearl hums a note. The words tumble in her head like little gemstones, wearing themselves smoother. Her smile softens wistfully, and she leans toward Captain Yondu, voice dropping to a confiding whisper. “I was nearly married once.”
He blinks, startled. “Before Ra— Rocket?”
She can feel her smile sweeten, just at the thought of him, and she leans in even closer. “Rocket saved me.”
The big Ravager’s face turns a shade grayer before his mouth pinches and his crimson eyes narrow. “Someone tried to force you into it, girlie?”
She tilts her head. Yes, she almost says, then second-guesses herself. Had she not been complicit?
And then she remembers how she had wanted to run out into the lightning or walk into the sea that night. She remembers the lacelike pattern of the rain reflected on the shadowed walls, the guttered candle, and how she’d craved Rocket’s hot hands crushing her throat rather than signing that electrocontract in antiseptic shadows of the Arete. She remembers how she’d spent most of her existence feeling colder and more lifeless than anything on Fron.
And she thinks about Pete, and his desperation to marry Gamora before the next life-threatening conflict. She thinks about the warmth of the little dining nook in the Fronnish kitchens, and the braziers under the beds where Littlefoot is already snoring and snuffling softly. She thinks of the Fronnishfolk out in the snow, planting posts for stringlights, and digging firepits with Ravagers to keep all the wedding-guests warm. She thinks about a universe that is constantly expanding, with each galaxy growing further away from one beside it, and she thinks of everyone and everything becoming more separate and distinct and alone.
And then she thinks of what it means to find love in spite of all that, and how it’s not only a joy for the people involved, but a lamp-post and a lighthouse for others, too.
Instead of answering directly, she repeats, “I was nearly married once. I was hours away from being a wife. Minutes, maybe. We were going to have dinner. Sign an electrocontract.” She hesitates. Her teeth sink into her lip. “I couldn’t stop shivering. I was fantasizing about death. Ravager-weddings might mean always being remembered — but I would have given up almost anything to make my betrothed forget.”
The Centaurian’s scarlet eyes grow harder. “Did Rat kill ‘em yet?” Then: “Sorry. Rocket kill ‘em yet?”
Pearl pulls back, and when she smiles, it feels surprisingly light on her face. “Oh, no,” she tells the captain. “Not yet."
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cicatrix .⋆☁︎:･꧂
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a story about scars. two survivors learn about themselves, each other, hope, and the universe.
a freakish little monster visits the high evolutionary’s bride on her wedding night. an adventure of intergalactic proportions ensues. aka raccoons make plans; the universe laughs.
ART: pearl’s character design | pearl & rocket’s bunk | heartspur scene | chapter one. nemotia. art by @/frostedwitch| rocket & pearl snuggle | adorable pearl x rocket selfie by @/starriidreams | sexy, evocative waterlily pearl x rocket painting by @/hibatasblog ♡ | rocket combs pearl's hair | immerensis (sketch)
WARNINGS for this chapter: just the briefest mention of hypothetical molestation/sexual assault.
fluff ✮ | spice ✩ | some smut ❤︎ | much smut ❤︎❤︎
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banners & rose dividers by @/saradika-graphics | pearl dividers by @/thecutestgrotto | moodboard by me!
Cic's design is based on a mix of my favorite Scar skins! He has Vex elements of course, he has the white hair from Last Life Scar, his fit is purple like Mayor Scar, and he has the general fanciness of Elf Scar
He tends to live in a like. Fancier Woodland Mansion. It's a lot bigger, and much fancier, and very very lavish. His dining hall is specifically the fanciest room, with a giant chandelier and a long table but he's always the only person sitting at it, in an appropriately fancy chair.
His staff are all mind controlled to the point where they don't even really think for themselves at all. He just has to make prolonged eye contact with them and his magic fogs over their brains. If they disobey or become too unruly to control he will eat them! He is, in fact, a cannibal
He came in second place in 3L, much like actual Scar. He deserved to lose, though, because he had forced Koray to kill Limbo, and in return, Koray took Cic to the top of the world and threw him down, causing him to die (his wings didn't work on 3L due to the lack of KitHater531)
Happiest birthday to raccoonfallsharder! You are the best, and you deserve the moon and stars! In addition to being an amazing storyteller, they are a wonderful, kind, loving friend. I’ve benefited so much from knowing them. In honor of their special day is a gouache on fabric painting from their incredible story “Cicatrix.”
"Permanently mark your body and you will make your body change.
In between inner and outer, there it is, skin.
Permanently mark your skin and something is bound to happen.
One at the time, one after another, twenty needles pierce the body. Twenty hooks are fitted, penetrating the skin under which raw flesh is waiting to burst open, to be opened up, pierced, hooked.
A floating essence of gravity arrested into space.
Over this suspended body new forms are taking shape, shapes of emerging and loose desiring energies.
The suspended body is the n-sum of a potential of multiplicities that are being actualised by intense pain and traumatic discipline, and that are triggered into place by the focus on the interland between pleasure and pain, where no feeling owns a name, nor the name itself exists yet to be told."
