"Tsk. What kind of an introduction is that? Did you forget we were rivals during our Gym Challenge? It wasn't just Yamper helping you out. I did, too." ᴺᵃᵐᵉ: Sonia ᴬᵍᵉ: 22

◇ Be still my beating heart. ❤️😭

His pulse leapt as her lips brushed against his cheek. “I do not make for graceful company,” he said, stumbling over the words like a boy caught reading poetry aloud. “Surely there are better more suitable partners.” Slender but powerful arms pulled him forward, and he followed, +

Lance Chevalier had always prided himself on being unshakable. He had built a reputation on his calm reserve and glacial poise. His every gesture was measured, his voice always smooth as polished marble. And yet—yet—here he stood, stock-still and helpless beneath +

"I'm learning slowly but surely how to handle "trouble in heels. I'll be more than ready" You best tend to your own garden Rocket lest your ambitions explode in your face."

"I'll live in fear Rocket. Considering your strongest associate is that Red-haired lass with the expensive perfume. I'll be ready for whatever you scheming."

"Negligence is the rust of the soul, that corrodes through all resolves. If I allow myself to be inattentive I'm no better than you or your associates."

"And hey, I know I'm pretty, but no need to get intimidated or anything." The laid-back, rebel member of the Elite Four is ready to...skip work and laze around! Don't tell Geeta! #PokemonRP , #PKMNRP "What? I wasn't tryin' to be funny..."

"𝑩𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑳𝒊𝒈𝒉𝒕, 𝒓𝒆𝒔𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒅 𝒊𝒏 𝑷𝒆𝒓𝒅𝒊𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏, 𝒓𝒆𝒃𝒐𝒓𝒏 𝒊𝒏 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝑫𝒂𝒓𝒌𝒏𝒆𝒔𝒔." - 𝘗𝘰𝘬é𝘮𝘰𝘯 𝘗𝘳𝘰𝘧𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘰𝘳 - #𝘗𝘛𝘙𝘗/𝘔𝘝𝘙𝘗/𝘗𝘒𝘔𝘕𝘙𝘗 - 20 𝘺𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘴 𝘰𝘭𝘥 - 𝘚𝘦𝘳𝘪𝘰𝘶𝘴/𝘊𝘳𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘙𝘗 - 𝘓𝘪𝘬𝘦 & 𝘙𝘛?

#MVRP #MDNI #PokemonRP "H-hello I'm the Gym Leader of Viridian, throw when ready." Dark Themes ahead.

"Rumors of Rocket executives returning. Some sort of battle locomotive is starting up soon. And these petitions for gym battles have been piling up."

◇ Stolen

"Add my name to the list of your weaknesses."

◇ Now six volumes into the Light novels. I have my favorites. They both just want a hug.

“They’ll have to pry my brooding from my cold, gloved hands."

He dozed with his head on crossed arms, the faint scent of old wood and leather rising from his desk. The world could wait.

◇ Honestly I'd love to have Lance interact with either Diantha or Giselle considering.

"Perhaps I do need a rinse your presence does leave a certain… moral grime. You mistake conviction for odor. An honest mistake. If you were ever honest.”

Lance Chevalier adjusted the cuffs of his embroidered coat, feigning interest in the string section as his eyes kept flicking traitorously to his date. "Just one dance how uncharacteristically restrained of you, my dear." He took her hand in his. It was cool, deliberate.

“Certainly not lest I melt under these lights. It's a bit warm in here isn't it?” He replied voice pitched an octave higher than he would have liked. Lance cleared his throat and lifted his chin with as much dignity as he could muster while being ensnared like a canary between the teeth of a +

"I don't know or care if what I'm doing is right or wrong... I just put my faith in Giovanni and do as I am told!" 💋Ind. Executive Ariana 💋Seductress of Team Rocket 💋Semi-Selective 💋English only 💋Multi-Verse 💋No rp battles plz 💋Some dark themes 💋Beloved by Fana💕

|| Anyone waiting for replies I apologize. I've got one more double shift to get through today and I should be able to write again.

◇ I hate this.

"I'm not currently taking questions on family matters. Please keep this interview relevant to productions I've been involved in." Pokemon trainer OC Dark/mature themes likely

"When one does not know what one seeks, caution is the surest armor."

Like caught in a mousetrap Lance froze as she leaned in, slow and deliberate, and then just before their lips could meet she paused, breath grazing his lips like a promise. The champion stumbled while around them, the cameras erupted in a frenzy. Shutters clicked like a chorus of typewriters. +

The champion stumbled, just barely — breath catching, eyes wide. His cravat and cloak hung askew. He hadn’t expected this much contact, this much heat. But her grip was iron beneath silk, she guided him into pose like a seasoned predator, as the cameras clicked once more.

Lance gave a polite smile, voice cracking slightly beneath the flashes "Devon naturally. A little custom tailoring from Kalso for the hem. I was informed midnight black suited the occasion as well as my companion for the evening." He shifted uncomfortably at the over eager girl. +

the click of another photo immortalized the exact second his composure cracked. His ears burned crimson. A footman coughed discreetly. Someone snorted behind the camera. "Lady Aliko it's your turn." The photographer chirped clearly enjoying himself, Lance’s dragonair brushed against his leg +

Lance stood hand in hand at the center of it all like a misplaced rook on a chessboard, painfully aware of every pair of eyes drifting their way. “Only because you said please.” he said, voice steadier than he felt. Then boldly he took her face in both hands and kissed her. +

"Painless right." Lance uttered under his breath hands trembling under the pressure. The photographer turned as they got ready for another round of shoots. "Now let's get more dynamic you two have fun with it." Seizing the opportunity Lance took to one knee pressing his lips against her hand+

"You're drawing too much attention," Lance murmured failing to avert his gaze from the bluenette as the crowds began to form. "Good. That means no one’s watching our hands." The Champion's lips curved into a warm smile as he gave hers a reassuring squeeze.

“Just a few shots,” the photographer chirped. “Back to back, old world charm meets femme fatale. We’re playing on contrast.” Lance’s lips twitched. Contrast, indeed. He stood awkwardly, three feet away from where Katzumi had already struck a pose. She leaned casually on one hip, back turned to him.+

'ᴀꜱ ᴍᴜᴄʜ ᴀꜱ ɪᴛ ʜᴜʀᴛꜱ ᴀɪɴ'ᴛ ɪᴛ ᴡᴏɴᴅᴇʀꜰᴜʟ ᴛᴏ ꜰᴇᴇʟ? ꜱᴏ ɢᴏ ᴏɴ ᴀɴᴅ ʙʀᴇᴀᴋ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴡɪɴɢꜱ ꜰᴏʟʟᴏᴡ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴇᴀʀᴛ 'ᴛɪʟ ɪᴛ ʙʟᴇᴇᴅꜱ ᴀꜱ ᴡᴇ ʀᴜɴ ᴛᴏᴡᴀʀᴅꜱ ᴛʜᴇ ᴇɴᴅ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴅʀᴇᴀᴍ' - Evanescence 'The End of the Dream'

"I'm not a bottom of anything, I'm always on top."

He cleared his throat. "If any hearts have turned my way, it was more likely out of pity than passion. And none, I daresay, with the gleam you carry in yours." He laughed softly, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand that had once held back tides without tremble. +

Lance tried not to swallow audibly. Tried not to notice the way her dress hugged her like a scandal. Tried, and failed. He shot a glance toward the double doors, willing them to arrive, to do something anything to rescue him from this maddening purgatory of silken sweetness and dangerous smiles. +

Threats are like cheap wine overused and poorly aged.”

: Titan How Mr. Chevalier would court Lady Aliko. @goldxkeeper.bsky.social

The champion cleared his throat once, then again, as if trying to will away the rising warmth in his face. “Lady Aliko,” he began, voice tight with the strain of composure, “I—while I appreciate your remarkably forward… sentiments, perhaps we should find time for such” +

"So you're ready for me? Let's begin then, shall we? Let me see your talent in its entirety. No need to hold back." RP Experience: About 9-10 Years give or take. Not new to the character OR the verse. SFW is preferred as per usual so yeah. #MVRP #PokemonRP #PTRP #RPSky #NintendoRP

: Titan Dinner calls. Starters and replies will forthcoming when I return.

#PKMNRP | #PTRP | #MVRP

"I’ll stop when the stench of guilt stops offending my noble sensibilities. If I had a coin for every time someone warned me off, I’d have enough to bribe your entire operation.”

“Is it tradition or torment? I forget where one ends and the other begins.”

"No amount of perfume than disguise the scent of a Rocket." @seductivecobra.bsky.social

"And pray tell Milady what benefits does such an arrangement grant you? More opportunities? A lady with the world at her feet must want something in exchange." Lance blinked, once, too slowly as he noted her last statement casually asking to court as if asking whether he took sugar in his tea. +

"Now does one require a date for such an event?"

"If I must suffer, let it be in Kalos cotton." #GalarGala

A faint flush rose to his cheeks, not quite the hue of shame, but something perilously adjacent. “Camera shy?” he repeated, a clipped laugh escaping his throat. “My dear lady, one must always be weary of perception, Miss Aliko. Are you aware of the fact that you are beautiful? Challengers and +”