#hoennhunk

Ah, yes. That familiar sting. The unwillingness to show that something was bothering the trainer- but, the fact is that it’s painfully seen upon the mere expression of how the other came off. Steven was quite good at it, picking out how a simple gesture meant something unconsciously to another person. 

He wondered to himself, a hand on his hip as his mind silently churned. 

“It’s not the loss that is sticking hard on you, Brendan. It’s HOW you lost that is. Any loss, whether it would be battle or not, only means that it gives you something to use to your advantage later on. I assume your father would have mentioned a few of his own misdoings during his own presentation as a league member, and myself too as a trainer, but those will always be stepping stones. Yes, even the many times I had frustratingly battled and lost from miscalculations are still recalled by me and my judgement. Something that was painful- but yet, I pridefully bear with my own pokemon as well.” 

Many battles alongside Beldum had taught him that. 

“Growth is something you experience whether you feel like you are achieving it or not. It comes in many forms, of course, but you never truthfully see it until you take a step back and look at those around you. Whether good or bad battles, or experiences, you will still come out stronger than you have been. That’s just how we, as people, evolve in our own way.” 

He notes the suggestion to battle, which he had nodded for a moment.  

Kiss Kiss~

“Some would actually argue it’s natural, even to the most courageous a person.” she replies, a smile playing on her lips. She turned back to the camera, offering another smile to it. She had agreed to join on of his workout charity streams, after all who was she to say no to hot shirtless men and helping out charity? 

“What’s next hm? I thought you said this was supposed to be a challenge.” she teased, turning back to him and offering a cheeky smile. “Oh, actually I do have an idea. You said we’d be working out all our muscles, but I do think you’re missing one.” she taunted, moving in close for a moment. 

She had to move to her tip toes to close the distance between the two as she pressed her lips to his, deepening it enough that she was able to meet her tongue with his. It wasn’t a long kiss but it lasted enough that she knew it would pull in numbers and hopefully donations. She pulled away after a moment offering him a wink. 

◖ @hoennhunk​ ◗ said:

"It's alright. If they get emotional and try to set all the rich people on fire, I'll protect you! You're too stylish to die like that. Plus I still need to learn where you got your killer shades because I need pair of green ones in my wardrobe."

    THE PRINCE’S ARMS cross on instinct, and his expression twists in irritation.

❝I don’t need anyone’s protection. I can take care of myself just fine.❞

    At mention of his shades, Lear moves a single gloved hand up to adjust them somewhat defensively, as if he expected the other man to try and snatch them off of his face ( which he wouldn’t be surprised about, seeing as others have tried before ).

【 SEND YOUR MUSES THOUGHTS ABOUT MINE ON ANON! 】

anon(?) sent in some fanmail:  

"I workout to your music and post thirst trap videos and pics of my sweat soaked bod on the social media. Thank you kindly for the perfect sound track for getting people feral and pawing at the closed DMs, hoping they'll open up so they can get me to make an onlyfans I also think you're cool and if you bite me, I'd thank you~!."

❝ Th-that’s--! ❞

He has no room to talk here, not with how exposed his own chest is in his signature outfit. Ryuki knows what some fans want, and it appears the fans know what people want, too. 

@hoennhunk​ transmitted: "The pun police AND fashion police are after me! Quick either hide me under your visor or join me in glorious combat in overthrowing two authoritarian regimes at the same time."

@hoennhunk​

“You want me to do what?” That one meeting reverberated throughout his mind as Nate couldn’t really shake the discomfort he was feeling over this whole situation. “Obtain and confiscate Deoxys, by any means necessary. Understood?” -- He didn’t have any other choice than accept, really. -- “The man’s profile is in the document. Oh, and do be careful about this. We don’t want an international incident on our hands, kid. Dismissed.” 

He didn’t expect the director himself to actually assign him a mission; he thought kids weren’t supposed to even be here, much less get assignment from the man himself. Of course, he got too excited once he heard that he was requested, hoping he had been fully recognized. Hell, he practically swaggered into the man’s office, interrupting the man and his surprisingly cute daughter (though he could tell she didn’t like the interruption as soon as she left). Yet now he was seriously regretting ever being this excited. 

Yes, he was a world class trainer now after showing off how good he was at the PWT, but still he was essentially assigned to steal a pokemon from the Champion. Hoenn’s champion. Arceus, what had he gotten himself into? For the grater good his ass; if this guy had even bonded a little bit with that alien pokemon, it’d be impossible to get it without causing a scene. Especially from a dude with such a dope Gram...

Whatever, he was about to do his first photoshoot in a good while, and despite interpol’s bullshit Nate was looking forward to meeting the dynamic dude. Maybe if he got lucky, he could befriend him enough to the point where he could at least try convincing him to give the pokemon up, right?