#rcmantorchwick

[monterraverde]

I see.- @rcmantorchwick

@rcmantorchwick

"You're a smarmy fuckin' bastard, but I'll be damned if there isn't something charming about you... in a sick, twisted kind of way. The fact you think you can change me is laughable at worst, admirable at best... All I can say is good luck, because I'm going to be digging my heels in every step of the way."

"This is wrong... All wrong... There's blood on my hands because of you, and I can't stand it, it feels like slime that burns at my skin, and no amount of showering can wash it off. And it's all your fault..."

"And the more it happens the less shocked I become- This is wrong! THIS IS WRONG!!"

[pokerats]

just ratwick things.

feat. @rcmantorchwick

[rosegolding]

Anonymous asked:

" Rather unusually good weather for the season, innit? " Don't mind him as he stands there posed up, leaning on his cane. He is docile today. - @rcmantorchwick

― ☼ " I suppose seeing the sun out in the winter season would be a call for celebration. " Which is why he choose to be out today to take in the rays while Galar had it. Usually it took some coaxing for him to come out of Rose Tower during midday right at the busy peak.

Suppose Roman had that oppurtunity now that he was outside and free of company .. especially Oleana. But he seemed in some fair spirits at least Rose noticed.

" I think it's a sign. Don't you? "

[savoirbeau]

“ No need to brag about your brain cells. “ - @rcmantorchwick

" apologies, i should be more careful given you're lacking all of yours. "

[strawberrycriisiis]

@rcmantorchwick​:

:)

“...

...yyyyyyeah? You need something??”

the FUCK are you lookin’ at--

[vertighostt]

“ You said this is— WHAT sort of tea? “ - @rcmantorchwick

unprompted / @rcmantorchwick.

Having set the tray set down and served the redhead a single serving of tea, Zoro had contented himself with giving his customer his space by seating himself upon the raised platform that lead deeper into the tea house—towards the actual house portion of his home.

With his arm resting upon one raised and bent leg, his lone gaze (which had been slowly moving along the familiar planes of the tea house) came to settle upon the customer in question when he opened his mouth to speak.

“It’s green tea,” the Hybrid supplied, regarding the redhead with a question in his gaze. The deep green color could have told the man that, but then again, if he was Paldean, he likely wouldn’t have known off the bat; its origins hailed from Kanto after all. “Unsatisfied?”

[doublebattled]

“ Do I really look that suspicious? I’m hurt to hear that. “ - @rcmantorchwick

"Look? No." Beat. "...Well, alright, yeah, kind of. You could probably tone it down a notch or two if you're really that choked up about it. You look like you're gonna try to sell me bootleg liquor or some shit." The hat and neckerchief combo really screamed 'total douchebag.' Though maybe that was what he was going for. If so - great job! Full points!

"You just got that—like—that air goin' on about you, like you're up to some kind of bullshit. So whatever you're sellin', I'm not interested."

[skullkxd]

@rcmantorchwick said:

“ I saw you on the telly. Reese, was it? Or were they calling you the Po Town Hero?”

“… yeah, that was me.”

It feels weird. Being recognized from the PWT. Well — obviously, they were recognized wearing the sash, but they’re not wearing it right now, so to still be approached …

Ree tucks their hands into their pockets, looking up at the stranger with caution in their eyes. It’s nothing against him, of course, they’re just … skittish by nature.

“What, did you want an autograph or somethin?”

[pokerats]

" . . . hmph. " he huffs placidly, accepting cigar betwixt fore- and middle fingers. lighting its tip ablaze, rat king blankly observe ashes quietly falling unto solid ground. after a deep inhale of smoke, he smoothly exhales. posing thereafter: " Just watch yer back, ain't no tellin' when y'have outlived yer usefulness to yer boss. Would hate to see yer death posted all across the attention-seeking media. "

“ . . . You’ve got your own ambitions, I’ve got mine,” he remarked as a reminder; there were expectations held over his head by those that he worked under. And though Roman sat atop the highest position in Torchwick Industries, there was a lion behind the curtain watching his every move.

He alone had the final say in anything that happened.

Mh.

A cigar is drawn from his coat pocket, and held out.

“ Don’t forget that. “

[monterraverde]

I'm like a scarf trick

It's all up the sleeve

I taste like m a gic

Waves that swallow quick and deep

Throw the bait

Catch the shark

Bleed the water red

Fifty words for murder

And I'm every one of them

[pokerats]

" ROMAN ! ! "

TACKLES HIM.

[savoirbeau]

" Hellllllooooooo little guy with glasses! " 🎶- @rcmantorchwick

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[rcmantorchwick-a]

Today, on rcmantorchwick and picavecalyx dot tumblr dot com.

[monterraverde]

“ This? You grow used to it, “ he pat her back as another poor, sobbing defector was brought to his feet. “ The tears, that is. Tie them up for me. “ - @rcmantorchwick

She nearly stumbles forward at the back pat- Unsure if it was just because he was so much bigger and physically stronger then her, or if he caught her off guard, but she’s happy the face mask she was wearing hid most of that… Like hell she was going to let a defector see her face, anyway.

Hiding behind it just made what she was about to do a little bit easier, too.

She’s quiet as she moves, a dancers practiced steps, deliberately not making a sound to not give away her position, if he wasn’t looking. Grabbing a few zipties from her pocket and tying the poor bastards hands together, She then threads in another to tie them to the nearest post, at an angle low enough that would make both going limp and trying to stand unbearable.

With that she returned to his side, hands in her pockets- unable to really look at what Roman was about to do.

@rcmantorchwick

[pokerats]

Affectionately shoots you uwu - @rcmantorchwick

blushes and dies xd