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good afternoon sir, you haven't paid your electric bill in the last 18 months, we're shutting off your power if you don't pay back at least 10% in the next 30 days

" ice him. "

cue the two admins grabbing the guy to dangle him in the air, opening a hidden hatch on the floor to reveal a pool of ice water with a few cloysters and shellders swimming in the bottom.

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sigh i haven't sent enough vaguely threatening asks from this acc lately

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" money. "

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how lucky.

<- has gotten a concerning amount of 'happy father's day' cards today...

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for pride month: bi-ovanni and boss's orders (orders are be gay do crime)

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something something it was rocket's first big display of strength as an organization. giovanni nowadays isn't particularly proud of how it was handled because initiating full gang war was very messy and risky, he was only starting his 'career' as a leader and the operations resulted in heavy losses on their side too since the team that existed was older and better organized, albeit much smaller. he probably has some permanent scars and injuries left from it. but he was young and power hungry and desperate to prove his mother wrong about him being inadequate as a leader. they won but at a cost.

again thinking about the headcanon of the villain team that used to exist in johto decades ago but they were wiped out by and absorbed into rocket and thats why they have the two regions

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again thinking about the headcanon of the villain team that used to exist in johto decades ago but they were wiped out by and absorbed into rocket and thats why they have the two regions

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the horrors

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Omg

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💋 :)

Even in Giovanni’s absence Archer was steadfast. It didn’t matter how long the nights grew, despair bleeding into the stagnant hours when sleep became elusive. He persevered, dragging himself, wretched and ruined, through the reverberations of that catastrophe. Even if he wanted to be the exception, standing at the helm of the once proud organization as they attempted to regain their bearings, Archer was never infallible. He had just become quite good at pretending. It’s evident now, in the way his immaculate posture fails him; tense, from the dignified breadth of his shoulders to the way his hands tremble as they curl into fists.  Giovanni’s voice becomes a salve to the foul wounds that tenacity had carved into his skin, as if with his acknowledgement he was permitted, finally, to relinquish that burden. Archer had never once complained, even as his legs keened in protest, certain to soon buckle. Whether it took one more laborious step forward to salvage this or a thousand strenuous ones he would have persisted without once hesitating. That unadulterated relief returned the sterile walls that had mocked him as he descended precipitously into despair back into an office that complimented Giovanni. He could breathe, after months of suffocating he could breathe. It takes remarkable restraint to not heave it in until his lungs seared, embossing the Boss’s imposing silhouette behind his eyelids so the next time he haunted Archer he did so with terrible clarity.

It’s the same relief that brings him to one knee, obedient, finally crushed beneath the cumulative weight of loss and expectation. Pain flits across his expression, settling in the subtle furrow beneath his brows and in the inconsolable glint in his eyes. He has no words to articulate that feeling and the only recourse, repressing it, made his throat grow desiccated, his mind effaced of all other thoughts. This must be what it feels like to cry, distraught even as he was liberated. It wasn’t the first time his mouth has grazed Giovanni’s knuckles but it’s the first time it’s been so desperate that it’s almost bereft of the decorum the executive embodied.

“Boss..” And he closes his eyes for a moment, retaining everything from the lingering warmth of that brief contact to the excruciating concoction of emotions that roiled through him. He had to remember all of it, he wouldn’t allow himself to forget even a minute detail, not ever. 

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“When you say that your kids are grounded, does that mean you’re gonna bury them in the yard?”

" that's far more effort than i am willing to put into them. "

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ground.

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n. 1 grandpa

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"You wished to see me, Sir?"

@galarianrocket

the persian lounging on the dark red satin couch lifts her head lazily towards the visitor before laying back down, stretching herself all the way across the cushions.

" come in, " he sets down the glass of whiskey from his hand, giving another glance towards the paper on the desk before discarding it.

" how are the preparations for the auction night going? as you know, we are expecting some high-end clients. " / @galarianrocket

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" excellent. " that's his impressed face.

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PLEASEEEEEE more rocket muse interactions i'm itching