#The Ashtray

[honeycollectswhump]

Porcelain Cracks

[masterlist]

CW: pet whump, dehumanisation, physical harm

Something is off today. Ashtray can feel it in his bones —not that it’s his purpose to make a judgement about the situation. He is only supposed to please his Mistress. 

Kneeling next to her, his golden collar connected to a leash held loosely in her hand. It’s picturesque, her beautifully manicured fingers tapping against the shining metal in something he can only hope is not annoyance.

There is no visitor today, a surprise given the collar, but he is still on his best behaviour. Mistress is only watching the TV, decorated in a golden antique frame to be hidden at will. Only his beloved Mistress could come up with such a perfect concept, combining her intricate style with the comfort of modern invention. He hopes her servants appreciate the design when they clean it. 

Mistress doesn’t seem to care much for it today though, just instead making a sound he’d never dare compare to a growl. Nevertheless, it makes him shiver. He can’t seem to stop, ever since she marked her own artwork —rightfully so!—, but he does his best to keep them under control. Barely visible to the eye, only noticeable when he is touched. 

And nowadays he rarely is.

Suddenly, she tucks at the chain, beckoning him closer. She blows her smoke into his face, drowning him out in the cloud, his eyes stinging. Finally, something familiar.

Instead of extinguishing her still-lit cigarette, she pushes his chin with a single, slender finger until he leans back, the posture tugging at his many scars.

As gracefully as possible, almost sensually, Ashtray lets his head fall back too, light blond hair spilling over his face, getting caught in his long eyelashes, his eyes closed. 

Suddenly, her nails trace the letters over his heart and they are sharp almost like—

like knives. 

Sharp, honed, new blades, with the single purpose of splitting Ashtray’s flesh with ease. 

Prolonged cutting he doesn’t dare call cruel, white lighting and red rivers. 

He is right there. All over again. 

It’s like his body reacts before he can, caught in a memory he should be grateful for if he wasn’t somehow broken.

The body flinches back, from his Mistress's holy touch.

For a moment, everything is silent. 

Ashtray stares at the ceiling, a horrible feeling of knowing washing over him. Whatever his Mistress did, rightfully, he never flinched. 

In the next second, his head snaps to the side, the loud bang of his Mistress slapping him echoing through the room.

Mistress is screaming at him, for the first time. He has never failed her before, not like this. And he can’t even comprehend her words. 

Whatever she is telling him is lost to his mind that he never quite understood. He only knows he is inferior in a way even an ashtray shouldn’t be, and he can do nothing to remedy that.

Tears pool in his eyes, as the servants drag him away from his still-shouting Mistress. When did he get so useless? 

When did his beautiful porcelain conditioning crack?

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[secretpremonition]

[sjshoveneye]

What exactly is The Ashtray?

Well, this is my passion project that I have been creating for several years now. It will be an Indie Horror point and clicker with Visual Novel elements. It uses a very famous concept which is the Killing Game, so the thing is that NO ONE is safe here.

What will stand out, exactly?

The idea is that you as the player have a huge influence on your gameplay and who can survive. Who you talk to, who you spend time with, and how you solve puzzles can significantly change your path through the game. (We can be trusted with writting such a huge amount of text, the writer is autistic and this is their hyperfixation)

The story will be more realistic and the writing of violence, death and trauma will be handled with great sensitivity.

So.. What is the concept of the game?

Seventeen randomly selected participants will be divided into three groups:

Killer, Officer, and a Judge; There is only one judge and he cannot be killed because everyone will die.

Killers and Officers pair off, one killer for one officer. And now the game begins: when the participants are paired it begins first Killing Week, this means that at the end of the week the killers will be executed, unless the killer kills an officer - then takes a risk because at the end of the week, instead of a collective execution, the so-called Trial is held.

This is to prove who the real murderer is, if they miss, the killer escapes alive and all the officers die, and if they hit, only the killer dies.

Final verdict gives the Judge. After that, the roles are reversed, the officers are the killers and the killers are the officers, until one of the group will not become extinct. The Judge does not change throughout the game.

I think that's it for now!

The game is currently being written and we're creating game sprites. It's still an early phase, until then I will send drawings of characters from the project, my own OC's, and other stuff, like memes!

If anyone has questions about The Ashtray, the characters or anything, I'm always open!

[dilfslayer1080p]

I got gifted lidl oil paints a while back so I've been hammering away at this piece of shit to drag myself back into traditional art

Why did I do this I don't want to commit to this and I do not want this in my house

[lanadelreysashtray]

DNI PORN BLOGS OH MY GOD GET AWAY FROM HER

[zegalba]

Yoshitomo Nara: 'Fuck U' Porcelain Ashtray (2020)

[dolluvique]

why cant us as a society throw all our phones away and go back to flip phones

[buckingham-ashtray]

No matter how it always ALWAYS seems like John Watson and Sherlock Holmes are love at first sight that’s never the entire truth because they never “fall�� in love because they have been in love for one hundred and thirty seven years and they are in love in every universe so no matter when or where or how they meet they will always fall in love with each other all over again because their love is carved into Fate since the start of creation just as firmly as Olympus Mons stands on Mars because their love runs and fills all the arteries and veins and vessels mapping every inch of their bodies and bleeds through every universe into them because Sherlock Holmes and John Watson are destined to be in love CAN’T YOU SEE

[vieneinpace]

1950s Removable Flower Petal Ashtrays

[littlethingsmart]

(source)

[shiftythrifting]

An ashtray I wish I had bought, even though I don’t smoke!

Found in Goodwill in Pittsfield, Ma

[honeyymoony]

🚬 ashtrays pngs!!

[vcb]

[lanadelreysashtray]

[zegalba]

Yoshitomo Nara: Porcelain Ashtrays (2021)

[wh0-is-lily]

Lana Del Rey on June 23rd, 2008