#pkmncontestsorbust

[craniumaniac-moved]

【 @pkmncontestsorbust . 】✘

          ❛❛ YEAH. S’ALL GOOD, ❜❜ he assures her a couple of seconds belatedly, finally looking up from the photos. Moving to her, he hands them over and smooches her cheek.

          ❛❛ You was so cute back then. I mean, you’re still cute, but ya get what I mean. ❜❜  A finger then points to the photo with the woman.  ❛❛ So’s that your mama there...? ❜❜

[rcketbutcher]

☒ [[ PAL YALL KNOW HOW MUCH I WANT HER TO SUFFER... ]]

step into my torture meme.

“so it’s not much, but, seeing as you’re, uh, never gonna leave this room, i’ll give you a minute to take it in.”

he’s right; it isn’t much. the space is low and windowless. hanging down from the ceiling is the lamp that proton clicked on, and it casts a wide pool of light that illuminates him, and t, and a small folding table, on top of which sits a black duffel bag. oddly enough, however, the light does not land on any of the room’s walls, and the effect is such that the edges of the pool fade into seemingly endless shadow.

t is sat on a chair, not directly under the lamp, but close. thick reams of duct-tape have been used to pin her forearms and shins to the limbs of the chair. for the moment, proton isn’t actually watching for her reaction; he’s busy picking through the duffel bag, and setting out items on the table in an ordered line. as of now, there is a spoon, a chemical jar, and a pair of scissors. 

then he does look at her. the lamplight catches the sheen of his eyes.

“now, i know what you’re thinking! you’re thinking,” he points at her with the pliers in his hand, “‘why don’t you just kill me?’ and being honest, i would. i usually don’t like to drag these things out, y’know, i got better places to be.”

he steps away from the table to stand in front of her.

“but this time — this time, i can’t just leave it at that. wouldn’t be satisfying.” 

proton crouches down, so they’re more or less eye level, and grabs the back of the chair, right next to her neck. his other hand cups her jaw, pressing the pliers into her cheek. 

“see, it wouldn’t be satisfying if you up and died before you understood — and i mean, really understood — the hopelessness of your situation.”

after a brief silence, he straightens up again, and walks around behind her. a hand yanks t’s head back by the hair, so that she’s staring directly up.

“i’m getting tired of talking, so. let’s get started.” proton suddenly pinches t’s nose shut in a vice grip. the pliers press insistently against the front of her teeth. 

“say ah.”

[hxstxry--mxkxr-blog]

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Victor flashed T that infamous warm smile when she politely declined, taking no offense.  “You’re Thea, correct?  I believe I’ve judged some of your competitions.”  Victor normally wasn’t good with names, but he had seen her face around a lot in the contest scene.  

[ruxxian-punk-blog]

@pkmncontestsorbust

Being a well known Kalosian athlete came lots of opportunities.  Sponsor ships led to not only good money to fund his expenses for figure skating, but it also led to other nice perks, such as good publicity and free nice stuff.  All it took was time out of his day to do a few photoshoots and maybe a commercial.  

Yuri was no stranger to this business.  He had done this since he was very young.  However, he was no longer the little pure boy that did everything the grown ups told him to do.  It was frustrating working with people who still had that mind set.  He was eighteen years old and wanted to be taken seriously.  

When a high-end Kalosian fashion brand wanted him to be one of their models for an upcoming formal collection that was set to launch next spring, he couldn’t be happier.  This was exactly the brand deal he was hoping he would eventually get.  However, he was frustrated when no one on set was taking him seriously.

The shoot location was on top of one of Lumiose City’s business buildings; the set beautifully decorated in soft fairy lights that glowed beautifully against the night sky and blended in perfectly with the busy city life below.  Yuri was currently not getting along with the makeup staff, not agreeing with the look they chose for him.

“I told you, I want my face to be more contoured!”, he criticized.  Even after being told several times that too much contouring would make it difficult for the photographer to capture his face in the natural lighting and that it would be touched up digitally later.  This of course was the cause delaying the entire shoot, agitating most of the other models and wasting the value time of the production who only rented this space for only a few hours to shoot this collection.  

[dollribbons]

love: what makes you feel warm inside?

Thank you so much for asking my love! ♡

Love - What makes you feel warm inside?

The feeling of being wanted makes me feel very warm. 

[controlledhues]

pkmncontestsorbust replied to your post: ❝HE WILL NEVER BE SATISFIED- SATISFIED! History...

I AM NOT THROWIN AWAY MY(just you waaiitt) I AM NOT THROWIN AWAY MY(JUST YOU WAAAIITTT)–

❝HISTORY HAS ITS EEEYES OOOON I AM NOT THROWING AWAY MY SHOT!❞

[craniumaniac-moved]

MERRY CRANIUMAS,【 @pkmncontestsorbust​ ! 】

          ❛❛ AIGHT, BABYGIRL!  Really hope ya knew I wasn' gonna let the holidays pass wit'out spoilin' ya, ❜❜ he teases, giving her a box very poorly wrapped in paper that he actually unnecessarily took the time to color pink and doodle on. When the box is opened, she will find a Love Ball inside, and he encourages her to release the Pokemon. If she gives the ball a toss, materializing in a show of sparkles will be a...

Cleffa!  ❛ Clef-cleff! ❜

          ❛❛ I remembered ya said ya liked the Clefairy fam. Secretly sent some Grunts ( @skull-bxnes​, @scftskull​, @skullpolish​ ) over to Kanto to go on a hunt, wanted ya to have a OG one from Mt. Moon! ❜❜  ( ...And he didn't think she would have appreciated it if he'd obtained it off the black market. )

But what's this? It looks like the Cleffa is wearing something around its body!  It's a chain and Team Skull emblem... made of rose gold.  The baby Pokemon squees and attempts to lift the necklace with its tiny arms, offering it up to T.

          ❛❛ Got that commissioned for ya special. My guy don't usually do rose gold. The logo comes off easy, by the way, so ya can just wear the chain around if ya want... I know ya don't wanna be in Skull, I respect that, I actually prefer it 'cause I wanna keep ya safe, but... figured it'd be somethin' ya'd just wanna have. ❜❜  He shrugs, beaming wide with blushy cheeks. There’s one last gift... and it’s a BIIIIG smooch to the side of her face!

❛❛ After all, you an honorary member of the fam. ❜❜

[rocketbalor-blog]

@pkmncontestsorbust continued

Balor chuckled, grabbing her hand softly.  “Hold on, Let me get a good look at ya first.” He mused, only to twirl her around, chuckling softly. His eyes were gentle, as were his hands as he spun her. Causing her to stop so she wouldn’t get dizzy.

“Your look beautiful. I’m actually starting to feel under dressed.” he chuckled nervously, rubbing the back of his head.  “Hopefully we don’t end up anywhere too fancy.” he mused, turning to offer his arm to her.