#villain he

[lunarscaled]

[ teach ] sender gives receiver a proper lesson on how to dance

[ guide ] sender places receiver's hands in the correct position for a formal dance

THINGS DONE WHILE DANCING

"Do you realize how ridiculous this is?"

-> Their eyes are squinting at the corners in concentration, and their teeth show when they sneer at him, but they can't hold any kind of irritated expression because all their focus is going into holding where their hands are supposed to go, and they can barely reach comfortably. Seriously! They get why people were supposed to wear heels to dance ballroom now---how were they supposed to keep in step with someone who was an entire foot taller than them? ( and they're trying, even if it makes them get weird muscle pangs in parts of their body they didn't think could have strain. a spot between their shoulders is starting to have a rubbed-raw kind of burning from holding their arms in the right place so far above their head; they think about that analogy of holding a glass of water, and how it's not heavy at first but it will be if you never put it down. except it's about dancing and not about burdens. ) They feel like their skin hisses when it comes in contact with him, always erring on the colder side in some cosmic nature they could not refute. And Saint, he was on the opposite side of such a spectrum, so warm they're sure it would suffocate them if they were of any normal body heat. But right now, it just makes them overly away of where their arm is supposed to sit on the line of his shoulder and bicep ( how much could this guy lift, anyway? did he even have to go to the gym or was he just always like this. Lyric thinks they could probably lift more than him, if they wanted. ) and how they don't think they're quite dainty enough to be the following partner in this position, and yet also not tall enough to be leading.

"You know I've got no intention of dancing with anyone at that party, right? It's like--- a charity thing. I just gotta show up and pretend to tolerate people for an hour and then go home."

-> Your feet aren't right he cuts in over the end of their sentence, head tilted to one side as he toes them with the tip of his shoe and turns one of their feet further out; where his left hand holds their right adjusts a little, because they've started digging their claws into the spaces between his knuckles without realizing it, and even if it didn't hurt it was likely uncomfortable ( their hands feels too small in his; all of them feels too small next to him, in a bad way that makes them want to worm out of their skin because it butts right up next to someone they should be comfortable with by now. that spiced, desert clay scent is deeply familiar to them---and unavoidable now, less than a foot apart. ) If they had moving ears they would droop with exhaustion at the thought of keeping this up for another hour, or however long this lesson would take. Right, what were the steps again? Right foot first and---No, wait, was it a slow left leading and then right? Were they waltzing or was this a foxtrot? They look down at their own feet ( a mistake ) and fumble in the first few steps when the inside of their foot hits his because they don't move quick enough, and they're more avoiding his feet than dancing, trying to find the rhythm and the pattern with brow pinching in upset. ( and they're still looking down, not paying attention to how their nails dig into his arm. )

"It's---your legs are too long! How far back do I have to step to avoid you!"

#villain he #* questions and answers. #🌙 you're the first starlight reborn through the night ( main. ) #lyric who would refuse to wear heels to learn to dance and then complain about being too short

[dracoguts]

he could be gentle (((:

— DON'T LOOK AT THIS DON'T LOOK AT ANYTHING ON HERE

#villain he #* questions and answers. #🌙 you're the first starlight reborn through the night ( main. ) #NOBODY SHOULD LOOK AT ANYTHING HERE

[snowscaled]

@villain-he purrs.

#the hermit. ( ic ) #villain he #saint dont u wanna pet the giant cat dragon thing. #its definitely not a trap

[mundanemiseries]

@villain-he :

Death dogged your steps in life — an enemy, and yet, he greeted you as you lay on his door step — a friend; into his waiting arms bound by lovers embrace, he took you — a lord to welcome thee home, a husbands grace.

[ Describe my muse in one sentence. | accepting ]

A soft hum, a small smile creeping onto the raven's features. Caring for those upon death's door was second nature by now, a gentle figure to take them to the other side of eternity. For most that found their way there, yet not Saint. A man who couldn't hasn't crossed over, even as he stood at the reaper's doorstep.

Yet a man he would take in gentle hands, as he walked him back into the living. Those same hands reaching for the man even still, removed from their role of the reaper, a desire for the other born of his own wants.

❝  ...husband, hm...?  ❞

❝  ...I...admittedly quite like how that sounds...  ❞

#villain he #● | asks | i've been answering machines all night | #✦ | raven | in character | ✦ #■ | v. | main | a mighty fine grave in the summer thaw | #// 2 things: #a. qwq apologies for taking a while w/ this and #b. Bakuna i *need* you to know Raven's been rotating this ask around his head ever since u sent it in #just...been on his mind sm i stg

[thecircusfreaks]

|| @villain-he || Anzeff & Saint || continuation ||

"You ask me how but what do you think I've been doing all this time? I've praised you, admired you and given myself to you. What more would you want from someone that worships you?"

#villain he #Saint #{Anzeff}

[attroxx]

❛ @villain-he said . . . “ you’re getting that look in your eyes like you’re about to ask me what’s wrong so i’m gonna save us both the awkwardness of finding an excuse to leave and just go now. ” ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐁𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐁𝐄𝐒𝐓. they'd already tripped, stumbled and fell flat on his face all the way through this conversation. it's clear the guy feels as though he's being tortured if this continues and asking 'what's wrong' certainly would not help improve this interaction. botan grips the strap of his backpack, gaze lowering slightly at another loss. viewing human interactions as a win or lose scenario is also not the healthiest but botan had a hard time seeing it any other way. the guy seemed to have his shit together, at least when it came to having conversation, unlike himself.

❛ a - ah yeah. right. sorry i'm just - ❜ their mouth goes dry and botan can feel that familiar hurt in his stomach from the anxiety of being stared at. he did so much better behind a computer with just a mic. why couldn't life just be like that easy ? ❛ i'm bad at conversation. sorry if i bothered you. ❜

emotionally stunted prompts. — accepting.

#villain he #〈 answered ask. ★ 〉 #〈 botan reply. ★ 〉 #〈 this is me trying / main verse. ★ 〉 #u didnt specify so u get botan

[madderot]

"I'd look good on you."

𝐅𝐋𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 Accepting

"Oh, would ya'?" He's not used to this. He was anything but flirty, and certainly not experienced in rolling with those punches. It wasn't quite a matter of being flustered, but one of blatant inexperience.

"Show me more of what that looks like, yeah?"

#villain he #☆. inbox #bein a lil fuckin weenie about it

[creaturetaled]

“I am not going to be your fake-date to this party.” ( jeong hoon )

𝙛𝙖𝙠𝙚 𝙙𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜. @villain-he.

There is a very obvious and very LOUD sound of disapproval coming from the businessman's throat, his hands , which had already been fidgeting with his ill fitting tie around his neck, only yanking the decoration off and beginning to pluck at it so that the seams were already beginning to fall apart. By the end of the conversation, the tie would be in shambles - a waste of a hundred dollars or so, but in the moment the fidgeting wouldn't be able to stop.

' PLEASE. ' the one word is uttered again , as if that alone would make him change his mind. (Jeong Hoon could hope.) There wasn't a lot that he thought he couldn't handle. But going to another one of those stupid uppity parties because he had to, as the face of one of the largest companies in the area, and then having to combat a million questions from nosy fellow rich people who had no business sticking their noses into his business, but did anyways....

Are you still single? What happened to that last wife of yours? I guess it runs in the family, your brother's single and now has a child. When are you going to settle down? Why can't your relationships ever last?

It made his stomach churn a little at the idea. Maybe he'd cancel his appearance if this wouldn't work - but then, that would. begiving them what they wanted, wouldn't it?

' I'm begging you. I'll do anything you want. Just please, even for 10 minutes, and then we can go. '

#「 ♡ 」 char. ↻ jeong hoon. #villain he #can you tell he hates these things asoduapsodsad

[lunarscaled]

if lyric could pick three legendaries they identify with, who would they be ?

hmmm this is a good question! I had to seriously think about it. I think Lyric wouldn't necessarily view themselves as a legendary pokemon-esuqe trainer, and definitely thinks of themselves as someone more common, but if they had to pick three they would do a lot of research on other regions, the origins and myths behind them, and try to think about how those pokemon feel.

The first one isn't too hard to pick ( and is debatably canon in their PokeMas EX un-official verse ), which is Articuno ! It was the pokemon I picked for their Sygna suit like two years ago.

Articuno's original gen 1 Red entry is:

A legendary bird Pokémon that is said to appear to doomed people who are lost in icy mountains.

Which I think speaks to Lyric a lot, since they don't necessarily feel that being a gym leader is their calling per-say, and they're on a gym on a mountain alone like 90% of the time without their pokemon. Lyric probably has seen Articuno flying at least once and wondered if it, too, was lonely in the mountains.

Second would maybe be Phione, for its sort of off-brand Manephy nature, never able to succeed the original and theoretically one of many. it's pokedex entry is

It drifts in warm seas. It always returns to where it was born, no matter how far it may have drifted.

I think Lyric sort of idolizes that ability to always return home and the idea of the cradle of the sea. Lyric has two water/ice pokemon on their gym team but they don't get to see the ocean much because their gym is on a mountain, but they probably romanticize that sort of free-drifting existence with no responsibilities.

Third is Glastrier. For simple reasons: Lyric is a farm kid and that is an Ice Horse. Big "It would understand me" vibes. Part of its entry on bulbapedia is also

Glastrier possesses incredible physical strength and extraordinary destructive power. It is noted to be an aggressive Pokémon that forcefully takes anything it wants. ...Glastrier's legs allows it to travel through the snowiest of lands and worst of roads. It enjoys challenging any strong opponents it finds worthy of battling.

Lyric doesn't really want to admit to it, because they're worried about being someone who is aggressive and childish instead of the strong, intimidating gym leader they feel they should be, but Lyric does like battling. They want to be strong. As a trainer Glastrier is the kind of force they would want to be on the battle field, but their anxieties and self doubts hold them back from pursuing that.

bonus mentions for: Magearna, Shaymin, and Meloetta which are all legendaries Lyric probably just likes reading tales about because they remind them of their mother + brother in some way.

#villain he #* ooc. #* questions and answers. #⋇ BUT YOU'VE STILL GOTTA CATCH 'EM ALL: POKÉMON #i really wanna redo their sygna suit tbh. I have a better sense of like fashion design now and also dont feel like i need to play it #so close to the chest now that there's more sygna suit designs out in the game #long post cw #HEY YOU WANNA SEE HOW MUCH I CAN TALK ABOUT POKEMON #INFODUMPS ON UR DASH.

[lured-into-wonderland]

❛❛ Kiss me if I’m wrong, but dinosaurs still exist, right? ❜❜

She blinked a few times trying to fully comprehend his intentions. Was he asking seriously or was he flirting with her? Both sounded plausible and Nunnally could not figure it out easily. Yet, deep inside she’d rather opt for the flirting option. Was it because she wished for it? Or because she truly thought so? It was probably unknown to the girl herself. She turned around and looked at Saint. What answer should she give him?

Nunnally had to stand on her toes to be able to wrap her hands around his neck forcing him to lean down to her. If Saint would not comply, she might be able to kiss his neck…she would not reach for his lips. She was too small. Saint was too tall.

“They do exist, indeed. But I will still kiss you…” – she said reaching for his lips…but hesitated in the very last moment: --

"Next time you'd like to be kissed, you can simply say so." - she leaned for the kiss again, but this time his cheek was her target.

@villain-he

#saint #nunnally #verse:tbd #villain he #there are no bad pickup lines with nunnally #only the chances #she'd take them at face value

[adoranoia]

" whoa, you're soooo tall! " sparkly-eyed, " i'm gonna get a knot in my neck, looking up at you, big man! " (he's only being playfully sarcastic, of course.)

* @villain-he .

#* && IC #* && DASH COMM #* && 707 : HAPPY-GO-LUCKY / HACKER . #he thinks hes funny i'm sorry asdfghjkl #silly guy !!! #villain he

[mundanemiseries]

@villain-he replied to your post :

Saint vc: how much do I owe exactly?

❝  hm....lemme think...you're....what? a foot two inches taller than me?  ❞

❝  ...wait shit what's the conversion on that to dollars again...? or affection? ....or cock...maybe  ❞

❝  ...okay I might not have the exact conversion right now but....I take payments in pets and getting to cuddle (and nap) in your lap. :>  ❞

#villain he #suggestive #in Rae typical “well since im so short u should come give me a couple inches” fashion hdhfgdfg #✦ | raven | in character | ✦

[thecircusfreaks]

❝ Don't stop touching me there. ❞ forcibly seizing , his thighs locked up and held despite how violent the tremor in them. he had to breathe it out , an unbidden pathetic exhale of a moan came tumbling from his mouth , and prised thighs , held tight enough to crush a watermelon no doubt , back open slowly.

The one thing about Saint that he had gotten to know by now is that if Saint wanted something, it was going to be happening. He had been sucking the other off but his actions became harder as soon as he closed his thighs. Pulling back momentarily, he would continue the secondary action he had been applying to the other's entrance. Fingers moving in and out of the other man, stretching open his hole more and more to prepare him for an action of which Anzeff had shown interest in an encouter prior.

Wiping some of the saliva mixed with precum from the corner of his mouth, he would let a soft sigh escape his lips. Satisfaction could be heard but he wasn't quite done yet.

"Before you know it I can shove my whole fist inside. You've been keeping it nicely stretched in my absence as well, haven't you?" Anzeff hummed, licking his lips. The taste of the other still strong on it.

#villain he #{Anzeff} #{nsfw}

[attroxx]

❛ @villain-he said . . . 🤲 whoever wants to be cradled in his hand. ❜

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐏𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐃𝐑𝐈𝐕𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐈𝐌 𝐍𝐔𝐓𝐒. who the hell wrote this thing ? and why was his manager insisting he audition ? the director is high profile and has a mostly good track record but . . . koda groans, slamming the stupid script onto the table. sinking into his seat his coffee stares back at him almost mockingly. despite it being a chilly day he'd opted for cold brew as per usual. taking a few more bites of his pastry he finishes up, shoving the script into his bag before tugging it over his shoulder. the coffee shop is growing buiser by the minute and koda didn't feel like adding to it.

he's about to head out the door when someone blocks him. the blonde blinks, the grip on his bag tightening. oh brother. he looks up . . . and up some more before meeting the face of a guy he'd never seen before. at least he's sure he hasn't. koda comes here most days, he would've remembered this guy . . . he's only really attractive. then suddenly the strangers hand is gripping his face, well, maybe gripping was a strong word. koda feels himself freeze, honey hues blinking rapidly.

koda thinks he hears the guy mention that he has something on his face . . . it must be chocolate from his pastry. but all koda can feel is the stranger hand on his skin. koda knows he's burning up and the guy can probably see it too. if the dude wasn't so tall he might be able to scurry away. forcing his gaze on the other he blinks when the hand disappears. he should thank him, otherwise he'd be walking around with a face covered in crumbs. but no words come and koda just nods awkwardly. no wonder i can't make friends.

send 🤲 to cradle my character's face in your muse's hands. ― accepting.

#villain he #〈 answered ask. ★ 〉 #〈 koda reply. ★ 〉 #〈 only look forward and run / main verse. ★ 〉 #in muse roulette u got koda #i know its random but #the concept was funny to me LOL #excuse koda's inner monologue

[madderot]

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

non - verbal / action prompts Accepting

He wasn't quick enough to catch his arm before the knife was at his throat, mouth left hanging open just a bit as he sucked in a quick breath. He was frozen for just a moment, lips closing as he let the air out of his lungs slowly.

"A'ight..." It was barely a whisper, not daring to move. "I get'cha. Loud n' clear." He was still whispering softly, soft grey eyes closing briefly. "Didn't see or hear nothin'. M' gone th' second ya' lemme go, swear it." He knew how things like this worked. If he was let go, he'd mind his damn business.

#☆. inbox #villain he