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Rocket Executive Archer ( NSFW + HIGHLY SELECTIVE ) written by Heather ❤

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[execvtivearcher]

i’m…sorry, i jusT CAN’T SHAKE AN AU IN WHICH ARCHER IS A POKEMON BREEDER, SPECIALIZING IN DOG POKEMON COS HE’S A SUCKER FOR PUPPIES! i almost think he’d be too mean to be a breeder (in the sense he’d only be nice to pokemon and bite everyone’s heads off who asked about them, lol). but then it warms my heart thinking about him giving away a puppY AND TELLING SOME LI’L DEXHOLDER TO PROMISE THEY’LL TAKE GOOD CARE OF THE PUP. REMEMBER TO FEED AND WATER THEM AND LET THEM GET PLENTY OF EXERCISE. idK i’m such a dweeb. also TR in this verse trying to steal his crazy supply of dogs and him just laughing and commanding his plethora of dogs to bite their shins.

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Let's talk about 'take your time'

[execvtivearcher]

When I say ‘take your time’, what I mean is:

Take.  Your.  Time.

If you have muse for another thread? You can reply to that

If you have muse for another character?  Guess what; you can reply to that too.

If you’re getting feels for another ship? No, seriously.  You can reply.

If you’re overwhelmed with other threads?  It’s okay; seriously.  I don’t hate you, I don’t think any less of you.  You get to ours when you can.

If you want to drop a thread because you’ve lost inspiration with it; same as above.  I don’t hate you.  I’d rather you told me than fretted and thought omfg she’s gonna hate me when actually, the opposite is true

Muses can be fickle, fickle things and I shouldn’t have to say this but when dipshits come out with stuff like ‘take your time doesn’t mean you can reply to something else’ — actually, it does with me.

Anybody who plots with me, RPs with me, even talks to me; I love.  Dearly.  And when they reply I squeal like a mad thing because omg the flawless (seriously).

RPing is meant to be fun, lovelies.  Don’t suck the fun out of it by being passive aggressive and a bit of a twat by saying shit things like that.

Take your time means take your time - It’s YOUR character, your blog.  You reply to who you want, okay?  <3

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team rocket executives

[sonatasinshadows]

"Oh, now you wouldn’t be implying that I don’t have standards and that I tell the little peons not to worry about it, would you? That would be insulting, you know, to slander me in such a way. I’ll have you know my grunts aren’t lazy,” Proton rambled, waving his hand dismissively in the air. “I think you’ve gotten mine mistaken for Petrel’s.”

What else was new— he always blamed his problems on the purple-haired, Koffing obsessed and utterly lovable idiot of the four of them. Well, he certainly couldn’t say that he loved the lanky executive, but the grunts certainly did. If they were on his good-side, of course…

"I would have to argue that he is why Team Rocket is slacking so badly. And you, what have you done lately but lock yourself up in the office? If you were in the field more, maybe I’d consider listening to you.”

[execvtivearcher]

      There was the slight possibility that he may have gotten the squads mixed up, yes. He'd been getting terrible sleep lately and it had nothing to do with paperwork...or maybe it did. Lately, the Interim Boss was working twice as much, doing anything and everything to bring Team Rocket back to the top and please Giovanni, and sometimes, it was safe to say Archer could get a bit...carried away. That aside, he had the distinct feeling Proton was only covering for himself; it couldn't be a coincidence he was pinning Petrel for yet another fault in their organization.

      Actually, he wasn't convinced at all, regarding the other Executive with a look of blatant boredom. This man exhausted the ever living hell out of him...more so than his paperwork.

                                    ( ...maybe I'd consider listening to you. )

      And then the look on Archer's face dissolved into mild rage, where the pot was set to broil and the contents were not yet dripping down the sides. How dare that━...!! He didn't bother asking whether or not what he heard had actually been said. He was tired but he wasn't crazy.

      "I'm sorry, but you don't get to consider whether or not you're going to obey me, unless of course this is you saying you've had a sudden change of heart and would like an immediate transfer out of this organization!?" It could certainly be arranged, but the Executive might as well have 'bluffing' flashing in blinding colors above his head. He couldn't afford to lose Proton. He'd have no one of equal skill or value to replace him. "You and I have entirely separate responsibilities, even work ethics. Let's hope for your sake you'll remember that the next time you decide it's a good idea to open your mouth without thinking first."

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[rivalisms]

"Wh—!? What the hell are you doing here!? G—Get out!"

When it becomes clear that he’s not alone, Silver balks out of sheer embarrassment and whirls to grab a nearby towel, hurling it at the figure in the doorway. He fumbles around the sink for a moment in panic — his cheeks nearly as red as the hair upon his own head — before running the tap to try and wash out the junk in the front of his hair. Of course, he doesn’t manage a very good job of it in the ten seconds or so that he has, desperately clawing soggy strands of hair back to frame his face as best he can.

He cannot believe he’s just been caught emulating his own father, now sopping wet and nothing short of humiliated by the time he turns his attention back to the Executive, moving to try and physically push the man out of the room in spite of his much smaller frame.

"It’s not what you think at all! You’ll speak a word of this to no one — especially not him!”

[execvtivearcher]

                              ( G—Get out! )

      "And miss this? I think not."

      After the towel is tossed his way, Archer can do no more than catch the long cloth and chuckle light-heartedly, something that's so unlike him. He almost can't believe it himself, but he supposed Silver was always one of the very few people who could make him smile genuinely without any false qualities or cruel intentions behind it. Furthermore, he watches the boy bend and hold his head beneath the running tap-water, trying desperately to rid his fiery locks of the gel he originally thought would've done a better job at keeping his hair down.

      Like his father's.

      The mere thought of it is one thing, but the actual sight of Silver attempting to replicate the infamous look of his father leaves Archer feeling elated, even if the boy is already washing it out and pretending as if it never occurred.

      By the time he's finished and glaring at Archer, the Executive has already draped the towel he previously threw onto a nearby stand, along with his glasses and the files he'd been looking over. He's not...happy Silver tried shoving him out, but he's not mad either; somehow content with it in the end after he figured he owed Silver for the humiliation. And anyway, it's not like Archer budged - not even a hair's length away from the spot he currently stood in, so Silver's efforts to shove him out were for nothing.

      He's half-tempted to remind Silver he'd never betray him in such a way, but with the boy already flustered to this degree, he simply can't resist the moment...

      "Oh, it isn't, is it?" He teased. "If it's not what it looks like, then why are you so concerned about me telling him, hm?" He reached for the top of Silver's head and pinched the very same piece of hair that refused to stay down earlier; even now, beneath the weight of water, it was still resisting gravity.

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Ha, ha, fuck.

He was in deep shit. He was in really deep shit- though, a small voice in the back if Issac’s head had the gall to note, it was interesting to not be the guy hanging around in the background for once. Though if he had a choice between being in trouble with an Executive and remaining unnoticed and unremarkable, the Grunt already had more than his fair share of experience when it came to being ignored.

"Um… J-just gimme something to do, and I can do it ten times better than the other guy?" Like what? That was a joke; he wasn’t good at anything.

[execvtivearcher]

      It was a joke alright, something that forced even the most serious of men to snicker in response. Somehow, the sound was void of any humor though, which made for an unpleasant sight.

      "Why must you wait to be given something to do? Why not try proving yourself worthy for once in your life. Do something for the organization that'll sweep us off our feet, something spontaneous, but nothing like the events at Slowpoke Well," He said the last part between his teeth as if the memory alone still ground his nerves to dust.

      "Have you any idea how tedious it becomes having to hold your hand through everything?" He sneered, still within close range of the other Rocket, the entirety of the Executive's presence a bit overbearing.

[undxrling-deactivated20150808]

    It’s not like Levi was ever the best athlete. Twenty years simply moving from one desk to the other, burying himself in homework, in research, reports, whatever was handled to him. With his back crouched, a coffee-mug by his side, he didn’t exactly improve his fitness or his flexibility. But by being noticed as Team Galactic, uniform or not, almost as fast as he walked out on the streets, he had learned that, if he didn’t want to end up in some interrogation room, he should run. It didn’t even have to be the cops. It could be another gang. Other criminals. And then, it could end up… messy. So avoiding confrontation was the best alternative. Only that, this time, it seemed as if that alternative was snatched away from him.     He could hear the sound of paws catching up to him. Before his eyes he could still see the canine’s terrifying teeth. His heart clenched itself as he heard their barks. Despite feeling as if he was running for his life, it wasn’t enough. Once the pokémon were visible in the corner of his eyes, he gave up. His first instinct was to run the other way, but only from stopping a mere second, he was panting as if he had been forty years older than he actually was. He couldn’t outrun them the first time, and he wouldn’t if he tried again. All he could do was stand like a deer in the headlights, aquatic eyes stared at the Houndoom’s bared teeth, and he knew one thing: He didn’t want to know if they were as sharp as they looked.     Once the man spoke, Levi turned, although one shoulder still faced his chasers in simple worry. His look when he watched the other man wasn’t less scared than it was when gazing at his loyal companions. The grunt wanted to snort. I’m not even from Sinnoh to begin with. Don’t talk like you know me. Normally, he would have said something like that. But instead he just swallowed, hard, as if it would help to stop himself from his usual jeering remarks.

    ‘Seems you already… made your assumption, sir.’ he said, but seemed to regret it after a second, quickly changing his answer, once again out of fear for being seen as sarcastic. ‘Yes. I am. But I’m not, uhm, I’m not… I’m not anyone important, so…’ So what? Please let me leave? Yeah, something like that. 

[execvtivearcher]

      Oh, it was no assumption. It might as well be written across the other man's forehead; aside from that, Archer had done his research - his fair amount of stalking. Whether the Grunt believed him or not, Archer knew exactly who he was by facts, not assumptions.

      Ahead, neither Houndoom suggest they'll bite unless the man tries running. They remain still, paws digging into the dirt while they hold their ground and bare their teeth.

      The Executive, on the other hand, has begun pacing closer, sealing the distance between them one agonizingly slow step at a time. Once he's close enough, he begins to circle the other man, regarding him with a heavy lidded look of judgment. He smirks to himself, sometimes shakes his head while going as far as to pick at the man's uniform, something that's not much to show for in comparison to the Executive's - finer and suggesting a much higher rank than the Grunt. Part of two entirely separate organizations, however.

                              ( I’m not anyone important, so… )

      "Definitely not," He answered condescendingly. "Nothing here to suggest otherwise anyway. All you Grunts are expendable, but... You know as well as I do," He halted beside the other man, checking him with a sideways glance although they faced opposite directions. "Your value comes from the information you hold."

      Information on the locations of hideouts, warehouses - information on his organization's plots and schemes. Grunts weren't Executives but they were still members.

      "So, are you gonna be a good boy and share with me the information you have on your organization, essentially breaking your vows to them..." His words were sickly sweet and yet threatening all the same. "Or am I going to have to break your bones to get what I want?" He leaned in somewhat close from the side, invading personal space with the hopes of intimidating him and making him feel a great deal of discomfort.

[rivalisms]

"This was a fucking terrible idea."

Honestly, Silver has no idea what prompted him to do this. There he stands, facing the mirror before him with a look of total and utter annoyance. His attempt at slicking his hair back had failed miserably; that stubborn spike of hair atop his head simply refuses to stay put, even under the hold of several layers of wax. All attempts to smooth it out only end with it springing back into place, completely ruining his attempts at styling his hair a little bit differently.

Let’s just hope that nobody catches him before he can wash this shit out.

[execvtivearcher]

      Except, someone has caught him.

      Archer has, who stood leaning against the door-frame with a smirk tugging his lips. He's wearing glasses only necessary for reading and although his arms are crossed, he clearly has a couple sheets of stapled paper tucked beneath his arm where he'd been going over details for an upcoming mission.

      He's amused by the look Silver is giving his own reflection. Even more by that ridiculous hair that refuses to stay down with the rest. He'd have to thank Silver later for finally giving him something to smile about after all the Grunts he'd dealt with in the last several hours.

      "Can't imagine what inspired that look." He mused while reaching for his glasses and removing them from his face, only to then tuck the arms and hold onto them for the time being.

[execvtivearcher]

      ❝ YOU IDIOT! ❞

      The Executive screeched and if he knew thirty more languages, he'd scream it in those too! They'd barged right into his office, and in the process of rushing over to him, sent the porcelain mug marked with TR right over. Mildly hot coffee spilled across his desk, over the preparations for an assignment he'd only just finished, and onto his white slacks, where the caramel colored liquid was already staining, no doubt. He'd jumped to his feet, but that hardly saved him from anything! Certainly not from the humiliation!

      Archer was furious, unable to say or do anything but glare daggers at them - blood filling his face and burning all the way to the tips of his ears; partially enraged, partially embarrassed for his image. Oh, they better have a good reason to be here...! And an even better apology for what they did if they planned to make it out of here without him throwing a stapler at their head or worse!

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[execvtivearcher]

like, honestly, archer means business this time around. ya know, since the defeat of TR. but i’m sorry to everyone who’s gonna have to deal with his bossy and sometimes really cruel self. i’m just… OTL at least he likes dogs right??? that's a redeemable quality right??? ^^;