#mr. roarke | Explore Tumblr Posts and Blogs

the-holy-ghosted · 6 months

Note

*holding out my hands completely unbidden and unprompted*

Hey I heard y’all got ocs in here? Ocs hello?? Hot ocs in my area????

hi im gonna pretend i didnt get this asked to me by somebody else before i clicked a wrong button and tumblr erased the whole post. taking this unbiased opportunity to jump into these characters.

i have had these ocs for upwards of 7 or 8 years, who went untouched for a VERY long time before getting picked back up and refurbished as of about 2 years ago. it is with MUCH pride i tell you that they intertwine very deeply with a friend's own ocs (YOU!! WHO SENT THIS!!) and they've helped me build up these characters into something i'm incredibly proud of and ought to share by now

without further adieu: some pirates, some 19th century fantasy (a LOT of fucking fantasy), and like 8 years worth of worldbuilding that i am STILL not done with. enjoy

FIRST of all let me show you who we're working with:

Who the hell is that?

Leo Blackwater (he/him) - 56 yrs, 5'6'', 152 lbs

Captain of the ship The Eclipse.

Widower of 19 years. only recently decided to open his heart back up; she wanted him to be happy, after all. She's a sensitive topic, even now. so any prodding or teasing on the matter of moving on will be met violently.

Bounty hunter. Smuggler. Doing pirate things, you see. Polite old dad, a warm personality to lure you into a false sense of security and turn you in for a pretty penny.

Disabled after a beam cracked and landed on his knee, breaking it. It never healed right, and hes slower for it, especially in old age. Despite this handicap making him more vulnerable, he does not carry much in the way of weapons.

Eldest of 6 siblings. Son of a humble small town fisherman; perhaps not all that glad for his son's criminality, but the money he sends home makes it forgiven.

Father of one, a daughter, captain of her own ship.

Formed his love for the sea at 18 on his father's fishing boat. Never much respect for the Navy proper. But, after being in the right place at the right time and earning the reward money for a highly wanted pirate, he started to get ideas...

Percius (Percy) Blackwater (they/them) - 48 yrs, 5'10'', 150 lbs

Younger sibling of Leo. 3rd child of 6.

Takes up a number of jobs on Eclipse. Took up the role of second in command after the passing of Mrs. Blackwater.

Respects and trusts their brother's choice in livelihood. Begged since they were young to let them sail with him. Didn't realize what it entailed until they were already aboard.

Unmarried. They're a bit busy right now.

Willing to be called uncle by their beloved niece, for lack of a better word.

Betelgeuse Blackwater (she/her) - 30 yrs, 6'5'', 240 lbs

Captain of The Starlight, all-female crew.

Bounty hunter. Smuggler. Learned her way of living from her parents.

Inherited her face and density from her father, nothing else. Prone to brute force rather than wit and cunning. This works for her just fine.

Quite awkward, if she likes you.

Eldest (and favorite) grandchild, an only child, a totally different woman if you see her around family. Towers over father, but makes herself small for a kiss hello.

Was only about 7 or 8 when her mother passed. She remembers what little she has of her fondly, and greets her kindly when she looks in a mirror.

So whats going on?

What a funny question!!! I got no clue. But I'll start by explaining a little worldbuilding lore (cringe explination incoming):

There is magic in this universe. Not one that's denied or marveled at, but exists as much as everything else you dont pay attention to around you. Its as real as gravity. It's a honed skill in some, frowned upon by others, used unwisely by a small (but not unheard of) few. Magic makes itself present in a number of ways; it's hard to find written rules of these things unless you know precisely what you want and what you believe in. In many areas, some small towns appear to be protected by nameless elements and energies. It's more often that you find individuals who put in the work to harness their beliefs into something tangible, all calling their faiths and abilities something different from each other. Again, its not unheard of for individuals to use these abilities for their own poor intentions. If someone like Leo is lucky, bagging a Magic user is worth every ounce of hassle it takes. He seems to get away with feats like this often, though port authority fears him enough not to ask how. The Blackwaters won't admit foul play, though, if you're in the right town listening to the right gossip, you might hear a rumor or two about Betelgeuse's warm touch and a spitfire attitude when shes angry.

So whats up with Leo?

hehehehe.

As aforementioned, Leo has recently made himself a bachelor. He has no shortage of acquaintances and colleagues in his line of business. His demeanor, if you trust it, is very welcoming to new colleagues. He's not looking for something to jump too quickly into, he's happy to take things slow as he navigates romance again after so long.

And then he captures Roark.

Roark Renshaw (he/him) - 68 yrs, 6'6'', 250 lbs (CREATION OF @skelelephant)

World's worst man.

Captain of The Red Hound, took this position by force at the age of 21. The crew that remained after his mutiny had naught the will to defy him, choosing to follow out of curiosity more than anything else afterward.

Professional menace. High-seas whore. Good old fashioned murderer, committer of pirate crimes as you'd imagine. Terribly smug about it.

Unknown origin, unknown motive. He cropped up out of thin air and has made himself a name to be feared ever since, doing a service to the red flag The Hound flies.

For all his force, he is not one easily captured. For all his reputation, he is reckless. He caught Leo at a bad time, unfortunately.

Roark is a household name among most port towns, wanted dead or alive for the better half of his life by the Navy. His nature is not unlike that of a rabid dog, compared often to his ship's namesake. It is a state of being that none have been able to tame him out of, not by any rotating carousel of lovers he finds among port towns or the enemies he finds in equal amount, and one that gives the bounty over his head a lot of zeros. One that Leo, for all his skill, saw as a pipe dream. Leo knew of him, certainly. Roark has been on his radar since before his wife's passing- they'd spoken of capturing him fondly, joked about like some impossible fantasy. But for all his reputation comes bad habits that lower his guard when he needs it most. Stumbling drunkenly out of a tavern one evening, docked unknowingly at the same port as The Eclipse, he is disarmed and captured before he knows it.

This is a victory unheard of. It seems only fitting that Leo Blackwater would bag him, Roark having not expected to meet his match in such a mild man. Before the crew of The Hound have enough notice, Eclipse sails off to deposit the dog that is Roark Renshaw to the navy for a glorious execution, and an even more glorious reward. Leo has the gall to boast this to his prisoner, who seems almost humored. Hes quite charming when hes disarmed, a feature of his that seeps into the cracks of Leo's resolve and that itch the loneliness that he had yet to satisfy. Hes dangerous even with his hands tied.

This is what solidifies Leo's decision to turn him in. A man who so loved to be chased and so loved the rotten attention he recieved, who needed to be put down. It was a thrill, though, to capture the hound himself and be one of few to ever do so. To be revered as Roarks captor would make one want to do it all over again.

By luck or by the hunger for chase that gnawed on Roark and Leo's ribs, Roark finds the moment to escape as hes being escorted off the ship. Leo, notably, makes a piss poor attempt at catching him.

Seen as a dire fluke from the outside, the captains know it was on purpose. They've found themselves amidst a game of cat and mouse, that gives them a small purpose for at least a little while. You bond very closely when trying to kill each other, you know!

So what's their deal?

Well, their deal is that they *make* a deal.

Though Roark might be a big fish in their career pond, he is not the only one. Eventually, always eventually, there is another to challenge Roark's reputation. He wants the pirate out of his way, and Leo could always use another bounty. But hes slippery... moreso than Roark, who lets himself into Leo's jaws on purpose.

So... an alliance is formed. Temporary, of course, they split this bounty and part ways. So they say. But Roark is a charming man, and fulfills the loneliness and search for companionship that Leo wanted... and Leo is collected and steady, more than the majority of Roark's colleagues. They stand out to each other. They're comfortable. Attached.

So... after the bounty is collected they choose not to end their truce. Spend more time together. Work together exceptionally well. Balance each other out, in a way.

So they're together?

GAY AS CAN BE, BABY.

probably the only existing drawing of them Together despite how much we both draw them seperately.

Their alliance spills over into something... fond. Affectionate, even. A few meetups at a port town turn into a lot more working together peacefully. This leads to some... interesting wires to cross between their own respective enemies, interesting wires between one another. They get to know each other very personally in some strenuous circumstances.

Anyways! Now that they're on the table, I feel a little more comfortable to talk about them more. Draw them more. Answer some questions, if anybody has any. I did leave a lot open-ended...

#the heron giveth #the heron speaketh #the heron heareth #trifecta just for good measure #the heron's ocs #i guess thatll be my oc tag now #ANYWAYS. HIIIIIII hes been a long time coming mr blackwater sir #and his darling normal family #worked for a couple days on this i guess its as good as an introduction can get. i can always post more lore and drawings later #would be suuuuuch a shame if people sent me asks. about them. asking quastions. so i can post more about them #and for the love of GOD eveyrbody give erin some attention for roark hes my FAVORITEST BOY. IN THE WHOLE WIDE WORLD #and erin is my favoritest canadian in the whole wide world. which means they deserve all the attention they can get #im very glad to see leo's progress over being a minor villain in a different overarching story to like. his own little guy. hes a guy now #hes so important to me. put so much of myself in him. i love him so much i hope others will too

17 notes · View notes

arcanesprite · 4 months

Text

as an apology for twinkifying him last time, have a roark with the correct body type.

#pokemon roark #he gets a croptop as a treat.#reffed from mr calebrownn from tiktok ofc

8 notes · View notes

the-stars-sigh-when-i-get-high · 2 months

Text

Rocky would 100% be a son of Dionysus in the Percy Jackson Universe

#rocky rickaby #roark rickaby #Lackadaisy #Lackadaisy cats #Percy Jackson #Dionysus #mr d pjo #pjo #crossover #child of dionysus #starshine mine #reblog #headcanon

6 notes · View notes

wolfsclothing6 · 1 year

Text

I had had my eyes on Ben now for a while. He was my son Roarke’s best friend, and I couldn't help it drool over his beefy football body whenever the two of them would play video games or hang out. The only thing was, he was still a little small for my taste, and for some reason he felt the need to shave. I had always wanted to do something about that, and there was finally an opportunity during the summer before they went off to college.

Ben had dropped by the house when Roarke was out, but I told him to relax by the pool since he wouldn't be gone much longer. I offered him a beer while he waited, and he couldn't say yes fast enough. Smiling at the jock’s greediness, I went and got one of my special beers. There have been quite a long wait to get a six-pack of Ursa Beer, so I had been saving these for a special occasion. I brought it out and gave it to Ben, and told him to enjoy. He drank it down quickly enough, barely pausing to breathe. I was of course right there, ready to give him another. He kept tossing them down, one after another, and soon all six lay crumpled in the trash can. He made himself comfortable on the pool chair, and took a little nap. I couldn’t believe how easily he went to sleep, and how deeply he slept either.

I was treated to a close up view as the Ursa Beer went to work and Ben started his transformation. I was surprised to see how much he beefed up, since normally guys like that will put on a fair bit of weight in the form of a spare tire around their bellies. Instead his muscles seem to grow thicker and thicker. It looked like he was destined to be a muscle bear after all. After that, hair started to sprout up all over his arms and chest, giving him my lovely coating. I was a little disappointed to see it was not particularly thick, but I began tenting up when I noticed his beard filling in. His previously smooth face was quickly coated by almost an inch of dark brown beard, perfectly connected to his hair. He started to snore, and I watched as his swimming trunks started to get a little tight. I knew that his endowment would be growing nicely, and soon he would have a pair of fat bear balls and a big thick bear dick. I almost couldn't help myself as I salivating over him, and he opened an eye and looked at me with a lazy grin.

“ Hey Mr. H, it should still be about fifteen minutes before Roarke’s back. You want to suck on my dick while we wait?”

I couldn't believe the boldness coming from the young muscle bear in front of me, but I was not one to turn it down. Soon I had him moaning while reclining in the chair, guzzling down some regular beer while I slurped and bobbed up and down on his incredibly fat dick. He was very vocal about the blowjob, and he growled and grunted and made it very clear what he did and did not like. He loved feeling full, deep slurps as I would take his whole thick shaft down my mouth, and he loved it if I pawed at his big jock balls while I blew him. My own dick was hard as a rock, but I had no interest in touching myself while I had this big slab of beefy bear in front of me.

I could feel his balls churning away beneath my hands, and it wasn't long before I was rewarded with a hot blast of sticky teenage muscle bear cum. I gulped it down, and felt myself leak out a big bullet of pre. His load was salty and delicious, and made all the more tasty by the fact that an hour ago he wouldn’t have looked twice at me. I started to pull my head back up, but he growled and push me back down.

“ I thought you knew from your son that I am multi-orgasmic. I was planning on cumming as many times as I could before I heard the door rattling. Something tells me a hot dad like you will have no problem slurping up as much teen bear jizz as you can get, huh Mr. H?”

I had to agree with him, and I managed to suck out three full loads from his balls before I could tell my boy was home. We made ourselves a decent, but I couldn't help but notice the look of lust in Roarke’s eyes as he scoped out the new Ben. Something tells me that before the summer is out, that sexy muscle bear was going to have both father and son on their knees, servicing him while he kicked back and relaxed.

#gay #bear transformation #transformation #male transformation #fat #bear tf #body switch #fat belly #daddy bear #bear

441 notes · View notes

glennk56 · 11 months

Photo

Louis Lombardi Photo Page 1 of 2.

1-4. 1994/May. Beverly Hills Cop III starring Eddie Murphy.

First time Louis Lombardi appeared in a Major Motion Picture and he wasn’t teamed up with Frank Medrano. Instead he is teamed with veteran 80s chub Fred Asparagus.

5&6. 1998/Sept. Fantasy Island TV Show. (13 episodes)

A reboot of Fantasy Island from the late 70s starring Malcolm McDowell as Mr. Roarke. Louis’ character, Cal, basically took over the job of Tattoo. It lasted only 13 episodes.

7. 2000. The Sopranos. (9 episodes)

Louis’ FBI Agent brought about the fate of Pussy Bonpensiero.

8&9. 2001/Mar. The Animal starring Rob Schneider.

10. 2004/Mar. NYPD Blue 11;12. (3 episodes)

11. 2005/July. Event photo.

12-15. 2006/Mar. ‘24′ 5;12 (2 seasons, 37 episodes)

Louis Lombardi played beloved character Edgar Stiles in 2 seasons.

16. 2006/June. event photo.

17-19. 2006/Sept. Beer League starring Artie Lange and Ralph Macchio

#Louis Lombardi #fat actor

167 notes · View notes

flimflamfandom · 2 months

Text

Roarke

Rocky has a very bad Valentine's Day.

A Roari fic Featuring Ari, a creation of @ladybugkisses

It was the night before Valentine's Day.

Rocky nervously smiled as he walked into Mitzi's office. "Hello, Miss May! Surely another sterling review of our latest...ehm...esca...pade?"

"...Rocky," Mitzi sat behind her desk, "Have a seat."

Rocky sat down, his hands folded in his lap, his ears perked, his eyes wide but not bright.

"...Rocky, what did we send you out to do this time?"

"Fetch cherry bounce from Mr. Reynolds?"

"And what did you do?"

"...I got the liquor!" Rocky said, a soft smile on his face, "I did! All of it, not a drop spi-"

"Crushed, Rocky. Ivy used the word Crushed. You know how long that'll take Viktor to deal with?"

"...well if Nico had just gotten out of the way of the DOOR, it wouldn't've bent!"

"Rocky, every time you get sent out on this sort of thing, something like this happens! I'm glad you got the goods, but you need to start thinking about this more responsibly - you'll get killed!"

"But-"

"But nothin'." Mitzi said. "...I'm not gonna fire you or nothin'. But I need you to understand how serious I am when I say this." She looked him in the eye.

"Be more careful, Roarke"

"...okay." With that, he got up, and left.

Rocky rolled by Calvin's apartment, knocking on the door. He was still a little hum drum from his meeting the night before, but he was sure he could maintain good spirits! And he HAD to! He had a DATE tonight!

Calvin opened the door. Normally, Calvin would dress simply for most of the day, but he was oddly dressed to the 9s as he came to the door. Calvin seemed shocked that Rocky was there - perhaps he was seeing Ivy a little early today!

It was not Ivy.

"Roarke."

"...Aunt Nina!" Rocky casually waltzed in past Calvin, who seemed to be desperately trying to keep him out of the apartment. "And how are you this fine, lovely Valentine's Day?"

"I'm well. I was visiting my good child. I suppose I ought to say hello to you, as well."

"You, eh...you always meet Cal on Valentine's Day?"

"He wants to marry this girl, I figured I should meet her." Nina leaned in. "Is she...more modern?"

Calvin's eyes went wide. He looked at Rocky. Rocky didn't get the message.

"Well, compared with ol' Freck here she's avant garde!"

"...is she now?" Nina raised an eyebrow.

"Of course! Awful nice, too - math major, actress, real cute as well - you know, Freckle really lucked out here!"

Rocky had figured that would help. And in most cases, it would.

But he forgot who he was talking to.

"...single? In college? And...and an Actress?"

"Only...only sometimes, ma." Calvin said, reassuringly. "She, ehm, she-"

"What's next - she one'a them flappers I keep readin' about? I should hope not, I wouldn't be caught dead givin' you away to one'a-"

"THAT'S the word I was looking for!" Rocky nodded.

"Rocky you aren't helping." Calvin angrily hissed.

"Not helping you, perhaps, but me, surely! I'm not sure I even want to see this woman! Or you with her."

"Ma, I'm grown, I-"

"No sir. I won't have it." With that, She stood to leave. "...but what about you, Rocky?"

"Oh! Well I've just got this marvelous girlfriend from Portugal."

"Portugal?"

"Sure! Ari." Rocky smiled. "I've got a date with her tonight...she's got this fiery red fur and this cute voice and-"

"You, of all people? Hmm." Nina turned and left. Rocky just stood there, and looked at an astonished Calvin.

Calvin stared for a moment. "That was...definitely the wrong thing to say."

"I-...I can tell...Calvin, I know that was real boneheaded of me, I'm sorry, I-"

"It's alright." Calvin grunted as he sat. "I wasn't planning on the reveal going much better..."

"...listen, i can make it up to y-"

"It's fine, Rocky."

"I mean it, I-"

"Rocky, please, I-"

"If I could just-"

"ROARKE." Calvin stood and barked the word, like an order. "...I'm not mad at-...just...I think ye'd better go, aye?"

"...for sure."

Rocky schlepped down the street, and looked in a mirror. He did look a little rough - he needed to get in better shape for his date tonight! Some fancy fine restaurant of sorts - this outfit just wouldn't do! He walked over to the truck, which had a veyr angry Viktor by it, and grabbed one of his nice sets of clothes. He hummed a bit to himself as he snuck down into the Daisy to change, and-

"Mr. Rickaby?"

"GAH!" He nearly jumped out of his skin as he turned around to spot Lacy. "Lacy! What the hell are YOU doing here!?"

"I was looking for you, actually. I have news regarding your request to Mr. Sable?"

"Sure! Will he let me have a room?"

"No."

"Aww, what!?" Rocky gasped. "But I already gave him that deposit!"

"Which he has returned to you in full, here. You'll have to get it cashed." She handed him a check.

"You don't understand, Lacy, I sleep in a truck, I-...what am I supposed to do with myself?"

"...stop breaking the truck, i suppose." Lacy said. "I would loan you space, but I'm moving out of my apartment and into Arthur's soon. I can give you my landlord's line, if you'd like?"

"I suppose-...how much?"

"A month?" Lacy looked at the deposit. "...roughly what you were offering to Mr. Sable. Which, considering he isn't a landlord and hasn't a good concept of money, is...steep."

"...oh." Rocky nodded, slowly, processing what he was hearing. Between this, the meeting last night, and ruining whatever elaborate plan Calvin had to make Ivy palatable to Nina, he wasn't doing well today.

"...alright."

"Mr. Rickaby," Lacy spoke, "if it helps, the boarding house down the way has no curfew."

"I'll drop them a line..." Rocky shuffled off, and tried to think of something else. Could it get any WORSE today?

"Roarke," said Zib, "when you're done back there Mitzi wants us to help with hauling kegs."

Oh. It could.

Ari waited at her apartment, humming to herself. "ó Coimbra do Mondego...e dos amores-" She blinked when she heard the door, still putting in her earrings. She knew exactly who it would be - that dashing gray cat with that devilishly sweet smile and those big, bright eyes-

Who, this evening, looked a little flat.

He had dirt on his coat. He looked winded, like he'd run to get here. He looked like he'd cried a bit. He smiled a little.

"...Ari..."

"...we're not going on that date tonight."

He slumped. "...more bad news today, huh?"

"No, no." Ari shook her head. "But you're in no state to go out some place and be miserable - you're clearly not well!"

"No, I can be well! Honest! I promise, Ari, I-"

Ari took his hands and looked up. "You look like you sprinted over here!"

"...only the last little bit. Most of it was...very fast walking?"

"Rocky..." Ari dragged him inside, shut the door, and kicked off her heels.

"...I hate to ruin your night." Rocky said, taking off his jacket and hat instinctively. "I know you must be frustrated...I get it, a guy has a rough day but he really shouldn't let on to that. Especially on a night like tonight." He watched her go into her room. "I mean, I really was planning on it being great! But-" he began to choke up, as he put his face in his hands. "I get it if you're not interested in being seen near me or-"

"Roarke." For the first time since his childhood, the name felt soft in his ears. It felt like a warm bed - like a blanket. He felt Ari's hands on his cheeks. She looked concerned.

"I would love to be seen with you - not a moment goes by when I don't want to be with you." She kissed his forehead. "But you are in NO way to go out tonight. You need o stay in...besides. We can go tomorrow - how hard will it be to find a reservation the day AFTER Valentine's day?"

"...I'm sorry it worked out like th-"

"Shush. I have to spend my night with the most handsome man ever gifted to earth. What a horrible turn of events!"

"...and you don't even need to pretend to be nice to a waiter while wishing you could just have wine."

"Of course!" Ari purred as she sat in his lap. "I'm sorry you had such an abysmal day, and that I made you think it was about to get worse."

"You COULD have phrased that a bit better." Rocky nodded.

"No question there." She replied. "...but I'm glad you're here. I love you, Roarke."

"...I love you, too." Rocky kissed her, as the two slumped down on the couch...

#lackadaisy #lackadaisy cats #rocky rickaby #ari from ladybugkisses #roari #lackadaisy ocs #calvin mcmurray #mitzi may #lacy hardt

36 notes · View notes

marciafogarty · 3 days

Note

Is there anyone at the school you’d allow to do anything to your body?

Nate Mantle, without a doubt; and since I haven’t spoken to pretty much anyone else, I’ll go off looks alone which extends this to;

Roman Lodge

Archer & Hunter Clarington

Buck Wilde

Sam & Sawyer Evans

Danny Andrews

Javier Fogarty (😘) & Joey Berry

Oh…and that super hot teacher, Mr. Roarke-Wood.

I’ve done my research. ;P

@romanlodge @sammythedominant @domdannyandrews @javierfogarty @submissivejberry @maxroarkewooddom @dom-i-nate

@archer-clarington @buckwildes @hunterclaringtonswitch

23 notes · View notes

nichenarratives · 5 months

Text

Lackadrabbles 1

Just a skit, for the funnies.

Backscratcher

Rocky using his desk ruler as a backscratcher was perhaps the last thing Mordecai expected to open his office to that morning. The door had been locked and there were no windows into the room to use for access. Yet here the irritating musician is, fully standing on the accountant’s desk, bent right over backwards with an arm over his shoulder to ensure the thirty centimeter wooden tool could reach his lower back, an intense look of relief on his face.

In contrast, Mordecai rapidly cycles through an array of minute micro expressions; eyes widening a touch in surprise, he blinks in confusion, then scowls with irritation and a single ear flicker of anger before he slams the door closed. Rocky freezes, eyes wide and pupils narrow, an obtusely bent deer caught in headlights as Mordecai pulls his satchel over his head and wrinkles his nose in discontent.

“What,” he asks sharply, pausing not for effect but to remember to breathe. “Are you doing with my ruler, Roark?”

The tabby bites his lip, glancing over his shoulder toward the ruler then back at Mordecai, before an anatomically concerning smile broadens across his face. “Morde!” He greets when straightening up, his spine flexing as easily as bent spaghetti as he rolls his shoulders back upright. The tuxedo’s ear flicks again and he squeezes the satchel shoulder strap in a fist. Rocky doesn't seem to notice his displeasure. “Mr May sent me to find you! You didn't answer, so I let myself in. Then I found this back scrat-”

“That is a dual measure imperial-metric table top ruler,” Mordecai corrects in a low, dangerous tone. “Designed to measure both inches and centimeters to the extent dictated by the average desk. It can also be used to create straight lines, grids, even ledgers but it most certainly is not a back scratcher.”

He places his bag in the guest chair opposite his desk, glaring up at the tabby through his glasses as he advances, his fangs bared as he motions from the carpeted office floor to where Rocky continues to stand. “Even if it were, why does that facilitate standing on my desk? What purpose does elevation serve when scratching your back? The increased gravitational force of two feet won't assist either your reach for transferable force. It's nonsensical!”

It's Rocky's turn to blink, his posture slouched to the side and a lip curled slightly into a sneer, though his wide eyes and twisted muzzle soften his features to a confused stare. Mordecai sucks in breaths after his rant, teeth still bared, his palms turned upwards and open in question as they stare at each other. A second turns into two, then five. Just as Mordecai is about to order him out does Rocky straighten up.

“Well,” he begins now, placing a hand on his hip and puffing out his chest some, his tail swishing behind him contentedly. “You see, it all began in a dream-”

“Leave. Immediately.”

Despite his former confident stance, the gray tabby scrambles to comply with the order, falling over his own ankle and stumbling off the desk in a pile at Mordecai’s feet. He glances up directly into a stern gaze of his coworker and grins sheepishly, a soft chuckle in his throat before he scrabbles out of the door on all fours and pulls the door closed with his foot along the way.

Silence falls in the windowless office. Olive eyes slip closed as Mordecai takes a deep breath. Exhaling sharply through his nose in a huff, he turns around and carefully removes his hat, placing it on the coat rack behind the door. His coat follows, as does his suit jacket, whereupon the accountant turned trigger man carefully rolls his sleeves to his elbows before approaching his desk.

The tuxedo slips into methodically soothing routine setting under for the day: emptying his satchel of important documents, ledgers and books; sitting in his chair and setting out his pens; locating receipts to include in expenses and file away. It's only as he comes to organising his writing equipment, laying it out in order, that Mordecai realises he's missing the very piece of the ensemble Rocky had been using to relieve an awkward itch.

His hand hovers over the empty spot on his desk, a breath momentarily caught in his throat. His setup is incomplete. It instills a momentary discourse in the reserved tuxedo; he can't fulfill his duties without his equipment. His hand shakes a little over the empty space, his heartbeat echoing in his ears. Flexing his fingers into a fist, Mordecai takes another pointedly deep breath and leans back in his chair, taking off his glasses to rub the corners of his eyes roughly.

It shouldn't be too difficult to find a replacement or recover his trusted ruler from the musician, but first; Mordecai Heller needs a strong cup of tea…

#lackadaisy #mordecai heller #lackadaisy cats #tracy j butler #niche narratives #lackadaisy mordecai #drabble #no beta we die like atlas may #rocky rickaby #fanfiction

34 notes · View notes

slick-devon · 10 months

Text

Your host for this weekend, Mr. Roarke

#muscle #hunk #hot male #ai generated #ai muscle #ai hunk #stable diffusion

49 notes · View notes

underground-boss-clay · 9 months

Note

Hey there! I heard you were from Sinnoh too? -Didn't know there were other Sinnohians here, so just wanted to drop by and say Hi.

Anyway, I go by Nox! I'm Fantina (and Shauntal's) nephew. Roark's mentioned you before so it's nice to finally talk to you Mr. Erden!

-@thetravelingymleader

Huh. Well it's nice to talk to ya too; good ta hear Roark's makin' friends. Kid had difficulties with reachin' out when he was younger. Glad ta see that's changed now.

Fantina huh? Don't know her personally but heard from Mildred she's still big 'n Sinnoh's Contest circuit. She's supposedly a tough Gym Leader too, which is good to hear. Pretty big shoes fer you ta fill though.

Also you can just call me Clay; don't need to be reminded how old I am.

#Ask #thetravelingymleader #Here's the Dirt #pkmn irl #pokemon irl

16 notes · View notes

sharkchunks · 8 months

Text

Selected villains that Bruce Willis has defeated (Some Spoilers):

Hans Gruber, Die Hard

The Mayflowers, Hudson Hawk

Zed, Maynard, and the Gimp, Pulp Fiction

Simon Peter Gruber, Die Hard: With A Vengeance

Jean-Baptiste Emmanuel Zorg, The Fifth Element

Dottie The Asteroid, Armageddon

Mr. Glass, Unbreakable

Ethan Roark Jr., Sin City

#bruce willis #cinema #movies #villains #quiz

10 notes · View notes

tekeruthechaotictrap · 7 months

Text

Lament of a Nobody (Chapter 2)

Meeting Roark "Rocky" Rickaby

John Doe, would be walking down the street after his meeting with Mitzi May. He was a relatively fast walker, at that speed he's going he'd be able to reach... wherever he's going, relatively quickly.

The young man seemed to avoid busy streets, sticking to the dingy alleys where he'd remain unseen. Even now with no one around, you really couldn't tell who he is as a person. Yet again everything about him is in contradiction, he's a strange person to do what he has just done and should by all means behave strangely. Yet even his smallest mannerisms seemed to suggest he was a normal person, as if he had rehearsed to appear normal.

After walking a decent 15 minutes he'd suddenly stop. His ears would perk up, and they'd turn to listen to something behind him. After a few seconds he'd turn to find Rocky a few feet behind him.

"You're not a very sneaky person are you?" The Russain Blue would say to his stalker.

"Wasn't trying to be!" Rocky would respond in his usual upbeat tone, despite the fact that was a clear lie as he was trying to hide behind a wall.

John would already look unamused, a natural response when it comes to the blue suited tabby. "What is it you require of me Mr. Rickaby?"

"Well- wait... how do you know my name?" Rocky would say walking towards John and immediately getting in his personal space, with his expression in exaggerated suspicion.

"I saw it on a paper in Mrs. May's office." John would reply without hesitation. His expression unchanging, making it unclear whether he was being honest or not.

"Well then, isn't it rude for you not to tell me your name Mr. Purple Pants?" Rocky would ask. Causing John to roll his eyes.

"Call me John, not purple pants... never purple pants."

"My apologies, I didn't realise Purple Pants was such an offensive name." Rocky would say, his usual manic smile on his face.

After a few moments of John simply staring at Rocky, John asked what was bugging him.

"So why did you follow me Mr. Rickaby?"

"I wanted to know who the stranger who broke into Mrs. M's office is!"

"In that case. I am your new colleague."

"Colleague?" Rocky would ask with exaggerated surprise. If John's behaviour could be seen as dialed down, then Rocky was very much the antithesis to him. "And what will you be doing in our little business?"

"Anything that's required of me."

"Anything? Why it looks like we've got ourselves a jack of all trades!"

"Yes, I intend to do whatever is asked of me to the best of my ability."

Rocky would then begin to say something else again like he seemed to like doing, however this time John would interrupt.

"Do you play an instrument?" The Russian Blue would ask.

"Why yes! I am quite the master of the violin! Is that another thing you 'read in Mrs M's office'?" Rocky would respond, clearly suspicious of John.

"Yes, but I would have been able to guess that you did performances of some kind."

"Oh? And why is that purple pants?"

"The way you act. So exaggerated. Performative even. Like you're an actor playing a role.... Nevermind that, I'm afraid I no longer have time for this idle chatter. I shall be leaving, if I see you follow me again, trust me, you will be swiftly dealt with."

"I will? Why sorry purple pants but I just can't-" Rocky's statement would be interrupted by John sweeping his legs.

"If you dare stalk me," He'd say turning around. "You will suffer much worse than that."

With that the Russian Blue would once again walk away, slowly vanishing from Rocky's sight. Once the Tabby stood up and attempted to see where John went, the mysterious young man was already long gone.

#lackadaisy #fanfic #rocky rickaby #boozecats #oc #chapter 2 #lackaoc #lackafic #tracy j butler #no beta we die like atlas may #Lament of a nobody

7 notes · View notes