He looks down at his paws, or what should be paws but are human hands. White, chubby, female human hands in place of his small, soft, brown Furry paws. He's taller than he's used to, also. He's used to being roughly 3’9”, This body was 5'7”. Rocket Raccoon, known for having the Guardians of the Galaxy movies, mixed animation television series, and Marvel’s Guardians of the Galaxy video game as his source, now stared back at a chubby white woman. What no longer stared back was his fluffy raccoon face. They hated being "fat," they didn't fit in their body.
“Burden.” Repeats endlessly in his mind… or not his mind but the mind he now found home. The mind he now shared with many different alters from different sources, like himself.
He tried and failed to fight the feelings of being a burden to the body's family, friends and partner, as he stared at a text from his… their mother. “Can't do that, my husband won't let me”
He started back at his hands, no longer paws. “I miss my tail…” his headmates tend to hear him say, curling around Groot to go to sleep, tailless body wise. The next day he'll have to split responsibilities with Peter Quill, known to source from Guardians of the Galaxy movies and fanfictions, including his own he's made along the way. Tomorrow weighs down a new adventure, one his headmate Crowley had planned out a week before.
Rocket lays alone in bed, a Wade Wilson by his side on the couch in headspace having a PTSD moment and the body's biological sister in the form of a teenager playing the Wii with M, the host of them who is stuck in her own loop. Rocket stares at his housemates now and deems himself worthy to help this torn up system, even if he had a cry session or two of his own.
Rocket wasn’t into his own body anymore, but he still was a bucking, fighting raccoon in headspace. He would lose this again but he knew he had headmates and a partner system he could run to if he ever needed help, if he could ever get himself to ask for help before he blew up with emotions.
Rocket also struggles with how slow time and Earth is... but how loud and strong smelling it is. He gets overwhelmed super easily...
I can't draw so @bluemoon-sys suggested I write out seeing my paws as hands and it turned into this.
Also bare with us, we don't really feel like a "proper" system when talking to systems, because we hardly have memory block from current doings, even mid involuntary switch. -Rocket
