#cw dosing

[my-dark-lord]

For Hc requests was wondering if you would do PolyVees but Vox and Valentino doing stuff to make sure people don’t fuck with their girlfriend when she first arrived in hell and was still getting the hang of things?

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Of course, Nonny! I love doing polyvees stuff!

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When Velvette first arrived in Hell, she fell literally right in front of Vox and Val as they were out on a walk. Valentino picked her up almost instantly and they took her home. He helped give her her name, alongside Vox, who decided she needed a V, too.

While she was making a name for herself, Vox would boost all of her social media posts. If someone gave her shit, he and Val both would troll them. Vox has doxxed people and got them fired, and Val has shot people for less.

Valentino had a habit of taking Vel to his clubs and things, and he definitely didn't let anyone fuck with her. She got drugged one time and he put so many bullets in the guy that he emptied Moneyshot's chambers four times.

If Velvette is bought a drink while they are out, Valentino always tries it first to make sure it isn't drugged. If it is, he makes a big deal out of it and then kills the person later.

Vox lets her dress him up sometimes and he has fried people and detonated their phones for making fun of either of them.

They bonded almost instantly and Vox and Val both don't take kindly to people assuming Velvette isn't powerful enough to be an Overlord on her own. They have let her demonstrate her own cruelty on quite a few people they captured for her to do as much to. They live stream it and Vox puts it on every screen in the Pentagram.

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😛 Betty and Val!

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[ Valentino ]

Valentino likes being marked up but nowhere near as much as he likes to leave marks in return. It is always bite for bite, scratch for scratch with him.

His eyes glow in the dark when his emotions are high, and he is pretty damn good at hate sex. It definitely makes angry oral look interesting.

Val's blood is where the most potent venom is other than the gland itself, so any drinking of it will lead to an intense high with added aphrodisiac effects. It, as well as his other fluids, taste like sweet, sugared cherries.

Val is fond of switching and when he's feeling particularly subby, he always pulls out the best Innocent Looks he possibly can and calls her sweet things. Mommy or Daddy will leave his mouth interchangeably, though, as he needs those words to be present or he can't come.

[coulsonlives]

This has been a reminder

[mycroftrh]

“Tim is addicted to coffee” this “no actually Tim is crazy about Zesti” that “the Bats try to get him to stop drinking so much coffee” the other

Nah. Unified theory:

Tim used to be addicted to coffee. As he spent more time at the Manor, Bruce and Alfred and Dick started being weird about it, and if someone tried to swap out his coffee for fucking decaf again or give him a judgmental look one more fucking time or make one more fucking ultimatum “deal” he was going to go full Gun Batman on their asses. What drugs he does and does not use (or abuse) in order to maintain at least a semblance of functionality in both the diurnal and nocturnal worlds while also being a teenager who should theoretically “require” large amounts of sleep is none of their McHecking business. Tim’s body Tim’s choice.

…or at least that’s the impression the others get for a while… and then Tim stops drinking coffee. At all. Guzzles Zesti like it’s going out of style, but no coffee, no tea, no heart-attack-inducing caffeinated lemonade, no weird energy drinks. They question him and he just shrugs and is like. Not sure why you’re not happy? You won. I don’t agree that you have the right to control my decisions and survival mechanisms like that but it’s clear you’re gonna make everything miserable as long as I’m fighting you on it, so I gave up. You won. Congrats. And then he pops open a fresh can of Zesti.

Bruce snags a half-drunk can of “Zesti” to test it, on the assumption that Tim must be somehow swapping out the drink for something caffeinated in a way that leaves the can seemingly still sealed, possibly by buying out a manufacturing plant… and finds nothing. As far as even the most vigorous tests can tell, it’s totally normal, caffeine-free Zesti Cola.

Eventually they settle down, pleased. See, Tim? You didn’t need the caffeine to function after all. You sleep so much better and are so much less anxious now, aren’t you happy that we convinced you to cut back?

And Tim smiles at them in a way that someday, looking back, they will know had death hidden behind it, but this is early enough that they can’t tell yet, it just looks like placid agreement; and says, yes, he does seem quite happy and healthy with the amount of caffeine he is currently consuming, doesn’t he. Surprising. I guess someone was proven right after all. Not naming names.

A couple times when he’s held hostage he gets horrible debilitating headaches and nausea, gets very sick - fatigue, confusion, hand tremor, joint pain - because he doesn’t have his meds. He normally carries a few days worth of meds in a few different capsules distributed around his gear (one in a belt pouch, one in his boot, etc), but sometimes he gets held hostage too long or fully stripped of his gear and it fucks him up.

The others are sympathetic; medication withdrawal can be a bitch, and unfortunately Tim does have a few different conditions that require continuous medication and there’s really no way around that. They offer to carry some capsules of his meds themselves but he turns the offer down.

Only Leslie is privy to his full med list, which includes “caffeine pill, 200mg, twice daily”.

[quarterlifekitty]

Uhhhhhhh I’ve been thinking about like turn of the century 1899 American Midwest setting. John Price as the head physician at the sanitarium you’re staying at. And all of the orderlies say that you’re very lucky that he’s taken such special interest in your case. That he’s giving you a specialized treatment plan— personally overseeing your care, even though he’s such a busy man.

He’s really just grooming you into the perfect wife. Making sure you depend on him. Love him for saving you from yourself. And he can just keep pushing back the discharge date until he thinks you’re well… And by well, he means ready for the real thing.

[eviltransmasccatboypili]

COINCIDENCE.

I dunno what motivated me to draw this but it was FUN

It was his face, his face was the most enjoyable to draw LMAO

[callaneart]

please, stay by my side

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Whatever they had was one step from teetering in the wrong direction at all times. It was a dizzying tightrope where it didn't matter what Valentino did; he had wings. Angel relied entirely on his benevolence, which turned to violence faster than the blink of an eye some days.

Tonight, all he wanted was to forget.

Angel was here, and he wasn't booze, and he was so pliant when he got that venom in him. Everyone was, to be fair, but Angel Dust? Angel Dust was his favorite. He had been since Valentino had started trying to convince him he was a good man in the early 80's.

Maybe he had been, once upon a time. When he'd been alive, maybe. Before he'd become whatever the Hell kind of nightmare creature pinned Angel to his dressing room door like this. Gathering Angel's upper hands in one of his own, Valentino pinned them up above the spider's head, coming in for another kiss.

Teeth dug into the other's lips as his lower hands moved to pin Angel's other wrists to the door.

"Angie," He growled against the other's mouth, knowing that he'd be too fuzzy to tell him 'no,' now, "I need you to do me a... Favor. Be my date tonight. We got a fuckhead to piss off."

Vox. They had Vox to piss off. Whatever had happened earlier in the day had had Valentino on the warpath all day. Whenever he and Vox fought, it became everyone else's problem as the volatile moth crashed through the studio like a hurricane.

Regardless of Angel's answer, this likely was not going to end well for Angel. Either Valentino would get rough with him for saying 'no,' or Vox would come for him in a jealous rage. It was a real Hobson's choice, wasn't it? Take what you're given or you're shit out of luck. At least Valentino would make some vague attempt at saving him from Vox--if he caught it.

@e-m-p-error asked: Send me a ♥♥♥ for more then a kiss { Angel & Val }

It’s just one of those nights. Hungry. ANGRY.

Fingers digging into Val’s shirt, pushing him away at first but then pulling him in closer as a confusing mix of emotions swirl through him. Isn’t sure if he wants it to stop or not as venom stings his tongue and gums–it’s less of a kiss and almost a fight.

One he’s losing, at that.

Finally coming up for air as Val moves on, teeth sinking into his throat with a need to mark–a need for blood–that tears a whimper from his throat.

Your sentimentality has done it again, Anthony

Gasping and grasping; trying harder to shove the moth away as he feels that familiar feeling rush through him. Magenta hues hazing as he blushes and sighs; fight draining from him like watery pigment from a canvas.

His body is betraying him, reacting eagerly–a well-trained toy.

[thesnakesstuff]

Reality Dose

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"Can I have a kiss?” – for Val

♥*♡∞:｡.｡Valentine’s Day Sentence Starters｡.｡:∞♡*♥

[ Valentino ]

Blinking up at the shark from his seat beside Travis, he glanced at the scene before him on the bed. It was typical, just another gangbang scene with Angel Dust, but Chaz was due on stage soon. In the next set, he thought, but couldn't quite remember. Staring at his notes was starting to give him a headache.

"You just want a hit, don't you, Baby?" He didn't mind, though. Reaching up, he trailed his hand over the other's chin before drawing him down for a long, slow kiss with plenty of tongue. He'd feed him all the venom-laden kisses he wanted, regardless of if he was about to shoot or not, "How much can you handle before a shoot?"

Breaking the kiss just enough to allow himself to speak, he looked up into the other's eyes, his gaze sharp.

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At least Valentino could have his bubblegum shisha without it coming out too cherry-flavored. That had been his gripe with the cherry cola; Too much cherry. He was constantly wallowing in cherry flavor and scent, he wanted something else.

Something else that he could get right here, in Vox's mouth. His tongue tasted crisp, and refreshing, like licking one of those plasma balls. It didn't mean he ever wanted to stop, though.

"She so would," He replied, "But she probably won't."

Scooting a little closer, he finally decided on simply straddling Vox's thighs instead, sitting with his knees pressed into the seam of the cushions behind him.

"You know, it really is amazing," Valentino giggled, leaning in for another kiss, laving his tongue over Vox's lips again, licking his teeth, "How perfect we are for each other. We're not supposed to have lasted this long."

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vox didn't bother to wave the smoke away from his face.

--- if he were more organic, his pupils would have dilated from the effects. but he wasn't; valentino's venom could only intoxicate him one way. and given the way val was shuffling towards him, he's guessing he's about to get a hit.

he rolls his eyes to the dig about velvette. " she would never. " she would, if she didn't rely on his power to keep her relatively afloat.

he was right about the kiss, and about the venom. it fills him with warmth, and it manages to give a certain weightlessness to his body. he sighs slowly, hands moving to val's hips to hold him. his tongue tingled, almost like static.

" i know, babe. " he tugs valentino closer. " i wouldn't change a thing either now that i found you. "

[clochanam-archive]

" i'm pregnant. "

OPEN STARTER. / as always, ur muse can be an honorary aunt, uncle, nuncle, sibling, the father, a friend, whatever u want!

[dkettchen]

[dozingdose]

an icepick through the eye

[tiredsn0w]

O³

I had a doctor's appointment that made my symptoms so bad I can't even sleep so have been working on this to be distracted. Because of my last artwork, I wanted to try and draw something where the ozone gas was a more prominent visual element. (The volume is very exaggerated, but it looks cool, so it doesn't matter.)

+Detail sans chromatic aberration

[spxnglr]

Still unwell - I think my chest infection has come back - but I managed to muster the energy to attend the traditional Indian wedding I mentioned a few weeks ago.

Pic of my outfit under the cut (there are ones of me looking at the camera and smiling but I look like a dork).