#TW: smoking

[sweetmapple]

Feeling locked the hell in rn

[damnseasonss]

"black?" jo deadpanned, quirking a brow and shaking her head. "you don't own black scrubs? really?" granted, most of the hospitals they'd both worked at had color coded scrubs. for some reason, jo could remember perfectly the combinations for the hospital where they'd met: light blue for residents, dark blue for attendings, red for lab, teal for PT/OT. the list went on and on. she flashed him a winning smile. "well, first time for everything, right?" she paused to take a puff from her cigarette almost as if for effect. "i wouldn't smoke inside. i'm not a monster." she shifted the cigarette to the opposite hand and combed her fingers through her hair. "you can handle it, can't you? it's nothing like when we were in the OR." the rapid-fire pimp questions from attending physicians was something jo lived for when she was in training. it was like trivia night on 1000. and she loved to win. "these questions all have easy answers."

"To be fair, I think we both learned to tune one another out so I'm not worried about all that." He mentioned to her before snickering and then sipped from his whiskey once again. "Honestly I thought about wearing scrubs but I didn't have any in the color that they required you to wear here so I guess I had to pull out the old suit." He mentioned to her. "I do like these types of things, you're right about that but I didn't really think that this was your type of thing." He raised an eyebrow at her as he looked her over. "I could ask you the same thing. I feel like I am being interrogated here. You keep asking me all these questions and messing with me."

[reginalusus]

Feel like when Jason gets a bit more open around Harvey, he'll happily ramble about Jane Austen.

Inspired by the inky sort of style in this art by Sarvan_Ingen on Twitter. <3 (I failed at replicating it but it was fun at least).

[itberice]

Star Trek: The Next Generation I A Fistful Of Datas

[nitefise-art]

It will last forever Eternally x

First | Prev | Part 8/8 | Bonus

[smokinghorse]

You don't remember that day, do you, Shitkid?

[johnnyspells]

"Hey, have a cigarette or something."

[witchesnet]

#mood The Craft (1996)

[metamatronic]

I may or may not have just lurked through a good portion of your Michael Afton tag and I’m curious-

Did the VR gang ever find out the truth about Iggy? If so- How’d that go?

No, they still don’t know. In fact, the web of lies has expanded.

[holidayinhell]

“Open your mouth.”

Whumpee hesitated. A flicker of defiance flashed in his eyes before being smothered by the weight of exhaustion.

He’d already lost once today. He knew resistance would lead to another beating. It wasn’t worth the fight.

Kneeling at Whumper’s feet, Whumpee reluctantly parted his lips.

“Good.” The tall man said approvingly. His eyes glinted as he took a drag from his cigarette, leaning forward for a better look at his seldom-behaved captive. Obedience was a good look on him.

“Good. Now wider.”

Humiliated, Whumpee forced his lips apart with all the strength he could muster. The burning flush of shame spread across his cheeks.

“Nice, Whumpee...” Whumper murmured. “Pretty teeth.” 

His gaze lingered on Whumpee’s parted lips, watching curiously as his tightened muscles began to quiver. 

Pungent smoke billowed from Whumper’s smile, filling the room with its suffocating haze.

Whumpee’s tongue started twitching from holding his mouth open for so long. His eyes darted away when he noticed Whumper lean even closer towards him, flinching as the man’s shadow crossed his face.

Pinched between two fingers, Whumper dangled his cigarette directly above Whumpee’s open mouth.

When enough soot gathered at the tip, he flicked the ash onto the Whumpee’s tongue.

“No. Don’t swallow.” Whumper commanded softly. “Keep your mouth open.”

The bitter taste of ash coated Whumpee’s tongue, burning against the back of his throat. His jaw trembled from the strain of forcing his mouth open, every muscle aching as he fought the urge to spit the disgusting mouthful at Whumper’s feet. Humiliation seethed through him, burning hotter than the ember of the cigarette.

He hated this. His survival depended on it, but this, being treated as furniture-- worse, an ashtray-- he fucking hated it. But he had no other choice.

With a forceful breath, Whumpee lifted his eyes, refusing to meet Whumper’s smug gaze.

Smoke curled lazily from the cigarette between Whumper’s fingers as he relished the spectacle of Whumpee on his knees in blissful, silent submission.

“Good.” Whumper purred. “Stay just like that.”

((more whump))

[rottmeltson]

I'm in love with him…

CHARACTERS FROM: @zeddyzi

[sofiaruelle]

Another commission for the lovely, @flowerandthesongstress of Sam, Sebastian and Abigail enjoying the afternoon sun.

The companion piece.

my commissions are Open!

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price interview on the set of "The Masque of the Red Death" 1964

[reginalusus]

Not these two again (I will do it again).

Ummmm, soon-to-be father-son angst or something.

Jason's line after this was originally: "I don't need a lecture from the guy who swapped his scales and sword for cigarettes and guns," but I have other stuff I wanna move on to and the frames kinda got fucked, sooo.

Ko-Fi.

[metrobound]

Reconciliation - Chapter 3: Disposition || Prev. < Page 76 > Next

Join my Patreon to get early access to pages and wips.

[zimt-deathnote]

Some post-explosion sketches from the weekend. I will fully and unashamedly use this new found power of having 3D references of their flat, to just paint over and it looks nice, until I throw up.

----- My other socials Commission Info Let's drink some Ko-Fi! 🍵