#TW: smoking

[delurkr]

Ok fandom wake up

It's time for a Very Important Poll.

Humor me because I just really want to know what all three of us around here are thinking lol

[sirserpentine]

"It is still vasssstly inappropriate in my books!" Pentious huffed, crossing his arms. The end of his tail slapped on the ground impatiently, much akin to a cat rather than an agitated serpent.

And Angel was still laughing about it. Such rude behaviour!

Angel Dust did have a point when it came to the severity of the substance, he could admit. It was hardly the worst thing Pentious had been fed unassumingly, but- But still! He hadn't agreed to one droplet of love potion. It didn't matter how much the cigarettes held. He bet even Angel hadn't started with the full amount he was subjected to now.

But Pentious could hardly dwell on the prospect when another was presented to him; namely of his own (hopeful) association with the Vees.

"I- but it's not what I..."

But he could hardly defend it. Pentious had idolised the Vees. He had wanted to join their legion with as much style and influence to spare. But they all knew he had never been able to rise to their level.

Or lower to it, actually. Knowing now what dastardly people they were. What disregard they felt towards their fellow Sinners.

Pentious sighed, digging into his cigarette case again. He popped one of his own tobacco-only cigs between his fanged lips and after a short moment of thought offered another to Angel.

"Well, let's thank our luck that I always remained a soft-hearted fool instead. Here. Have one without those disgusting pheromones attached."

He knew it was probably inappropriate to laugh at something like that, but he couldn't help it. Sure, maybe he should have told Pentious that the cigarettes were laced, but he knew damn well that Pentious did hard drugs much like himself - this wasn't even an illicit substance. If anything, it would probably just help the other feel good, if not the tiniest bit aroused. It wasn't like Angel, who had practically been bred to be addicted to the stuff.

"Sorry, sorry. Didn't think it would be that big a deal. Ain't like ah'm gonna let yeh' slither naked down th' road or jump th' bones of th' next demon yeh' see." He snorted, though at the question, Angel simply raised an eyebrow. "Sure, guess yeh' could say it like that." He definitely was under that every day, only much worse. While the cigarettes were simply laced with the stuff, Angel was used to having Val's saliva shoved down his throat. The shit was much stronger when it was pure.

And then Pentious was getting directly into the territory that Angel Dust had been trying so hard to avoid. He could have interrupted the silence, but it hung heavy in the air, the spider only able to side eye the other at the unfinished statement. He wasn't going to confirm or deny that, but his silence spoke volumes, and he would like to think that Pentious was a smart enough guy that he could put two and two together.

"This is Hell, ain't it?" He finally muttered, though his voice was lower, almost more fragile to the point that it could break if pushed further. His eyes moved across the city, over towards where the tower was. Two arms crossing over each other as they rested on the railing. "Heh. And yeh' wanted t' be like them. They woulda' chewed yeh' up and spit yeh' out, Pen. If yeh' can't be heartless, yeh' ain't gonna play by their rules. And they don't like that."

[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

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[smokinghorse]

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

[rottmeltson]

I'm in love with him…

CHARACTERS FROM: @zeddyzi

[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))

[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]

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[stormcallart]

Thane my sweet boi