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ill become more active soon!  just life’s been kicking my ass.

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that  t o u n g e

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like for a starter losers.

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          “  Finally a villain who deserves to hold the accolade.  And here I thought there were none left.  Nowadays these lousy cretins who bear our title fall a bit short on the scale.  Heroes give them an emotional ‘I understand you, you don’t have to be this way’ speech and suddenly they’re taken with goodness.  Pah!  ”

@rcginaxgnis dialed for a starter.

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Reblog if your character has killed someone

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          “  Ah, yes.  “ There’s disgust amidst the intrigue. “  Magic.  You hold the insurmountable power to make even the greatest of foes kneel on their stricken knees as you hold their dignity - their will to continue their pathetic, feeble lives, yet you don’t use it?  What a waste of potential.  “

@aemiliiu dialed for a starter.

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          “ ---- And what are you doing here ??  “  While he didn’t exactly own the pavement in front of his lair, it was still downright insulting to have this random wretch loitering right by his gates without a care in the world (and to be fair, what was there that he didn’t  o w n ).

@debasxrr dialed for a starter.

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           A slit eye scrutinizes the device as fingers prod loosely at its nook and crannies.  Turn, twist, turn, pause, and --- “  Scrap it.  “  It’s a dismissive command, annoyance coming to the forefront of his mind.  “  What is this?  We’re not a toy factory, Flug. “

@recdrflxg dialed for a starter.

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like for a starter losers.

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owo

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okay but if black hat had been in the lorax, he would have been the air tycoon guy with the edna mode haircut.

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"...your tie is crooked," she murmurs softly, "can't have you presenting that new product of yours with a messy outfit, now can we?" his tie, in fact, was not crooked whatsoever, and she knows that he knows that. the eldritch horror was nothing but immaculate when it came to his appearance, after all. no, cäcilia was simply using his outfit as an excuse to invade his personal space, one hand settling on his waist while the other haphazardly fumbled with his tie. (1/2)

cäcilia hates how impossibly tall he is. even while wearing stilettos and being on her tiptoes, she barely reaches his shoulders. “come here,” she croons, yanking black hat down with a fistful of his shirt in her hand. and before he even has the opportunity to fire back a retort, she’s pressing a soft kiss to his cheek. “make sure to save me some leftovers if they don’t end up buying anything. the last group of villains you killed was absolutely delicious, sweetheart.” (2/2) 

Scuffled offense is quick to sprout at the implication that his appearance was anything other than pristine in its structure       (he had double checked before embarking in that little business jaunt of his, he’d be aware of any imperfections)     .  Gray lips instinctively part to voice his pique at the remark, to endow her with an abrasive comment of his own to scotch any future repetitions of this bout of presumptuous impulse.

Any ill coated words die on his mouth however.  The sensation of lithe hands upon his waist stilling him into a state of surprise, though his form remains relaxed in its posture, not deeming her enough of a threat to switch into a defensive stupor that would have swiftly degraded their tranquil encounter into one of flurried peril.

Slitted hues regard her with lukewarm impassivity, adorned with the edges of grated nerves, which are only exacerbated in their intensity when his tie is toyed with so audaciously, but are promptly vanquished into Neverland when there’s a graze of lips upon his skin.  The pull forward but a fleeting happening to his conscious.

It’s foreign.  An odd sentiment of indescribable surrealism. A sting that lingers despite its softness, despite her removing herself from him but a blink of a second after it was initiated.  From an erudite’s perspective, he’s capable of understanding the meaning behind the action, why they do it, but was never one interested in the affair himself, never felt the compulsion.  He understood it in theory, as they would say, but in practice?

He could see the appeal.

“Of course it was,” he preens, ever the braggart, no expressions of gratitude or acknowledgment of the touchgiven as deft digits fix his tie.

Though his gaze remained on her.

                 //  @sukkubxs

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*slaps roof of eldritch horror*  this bad boy can fit so much narcissism in it.    👀 but do rb/like if you’re interested in interacting with a new black hat from villainous/villanos.  thank you in advance!

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cirquedusinful replied to your post “cirquedusinful replied to your post “” // he has a nose! now i cant...”

// I'm so sorry I curse everything you touch. I am...CUUUUURSED! Now Black Hat must cronch bath bombs for fun just to fizzle his vortex green mouth --

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