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“Hah. I certainly bloody did…You could sssssay it was my prime, even.” He lets out a faint sigh, but moves to take a slightly stronger drink of his daiquiri, draining the glass halfway. He can’t help but idly lean a little closer to where Valentino lounged, a part of him eager for the warmth that the moth gave off, his tail giving a faint flick. “Hah..Bullet to the chessst…No wonder your fluff is covered in heartsss…Guess whatever forcesss molds our soulsss has a sense of humor.”

He goes quiet for a moment, before he speaks up again, tilting his head a little to look Val more in the face. “At leassst you made a proper damn name for yourssself down here, though. Mine for all my blussster is just gone with the wind, save for old legends and historical biographiesss. Down here in Hell, ironically, I’m not much of anything.”

The question has Pentious let out the tiniest bit of a snort, a mild outburst of laughter that makes his shoulders shake faintly, his lips turn up in a grin as his eyes flick to gaze toward Valentino’s face, sipping once more from his drink before answering. “The war I died in was my own. The 19th century, the exact year being 1888, far before you were born; about a ssssolid 54 yearsss, actually. It was a war that I wasss waging myself, and my enemiesss in this long arduoussss task was the world in it’s entirety. Every sssingle country on every sssingle continent, island, or everything in between. I wished it all to be mine to own, mine to rule, and I would ssseek take it by force if not relinquished to me peacefully. My weaponsss, powerful, cutting edge, far ahead of their time, were in the hands of thousands who marched in my name, devoted to my cause of tearing down the old powersss that ruled, and they tore through entire armiesss like they were paper, the numbers of my ships looming in the air numerousss enough to blot out the sky itssself..”

He takes a slightly longer swig of his drink, merely letting the sweet taste linger on his tongue for a moment, before his grin drops a touch. “…Bullet to the gut from my own trusssted general who turned rogue, craven from regrets of the actions he committed under my name. Snuck some international agents aboard my flagship, who proceeded to rush me and overtake my efforts to fight back, beating me to the ground and not stopping long until I was a bloody messss on the ground. They had destroyed the primary engine of my ship with an explossssive, as it was crossing over the Atlantic. My lassst view was the ocean’s surface, rushing up to meet me, and then…I woke up falling into Hell.”

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((…Very much considering making an Overlord AU for Pentious where he is a very old and very powerful Overlord of Warfare or something like that..))

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The question has Pentious let out the tiniest bit of a snort, a mild outburst of laughter that makes his shoulders shake faintly, his lips turn up in a grin as his eyes flick to gaze toward Valentino’s face, sipping once more from his drink before answering. “The war I died in was my own. The 19th century, the exact year being 1888, far before you were born; about a ssssolid 54 yearsss, actually. It was a war that I wasss waging myself, and my enemiesss in this long arduoussss task was the world in it’s entirety. Every sssingle country on every sssingle continent, island, or everything in between. I wished it all to be mine to own, mine to rule, and I would ssseek take it by force if not relinquished to me peacefully. My weaponsss, powerful, cutting edge, far ahead of their time, were in the hands of thousands who marched in my name, devoted to my cause of tearing down the old powersss that ruled, and they tore through entire armiesss like they were paper, the numbers of my ships looming in the air numerousss enough to blot out the sky itssself..”

He takes a slightly longer swig of his drink, merely letting the sweet taste linger on his tongue for a moment, before his grin drops a touch. “…Bullet to the gut from my own trusssted general who turned rogue, craven from regrets of the actions he committed under my name. Snuck some international agents aboard my flagship, who proceeded to rush me and overtake my efforts to fight back, beating me to the ground and not stopping long until I was a bloody messss on the ground. They had destroyed the primary engine of my ship with an explossssive, as it was crossing over the Atlantic. My lassst view was the ocean’s surface, rushing up to meet me, and then…I woke up falling into Hell.”

Pentious can’t help but find himself relaxing a little when he feels Valentino settle in properly next to him, the familiar scent of the smoke beginning to fill the air more now. The sensation of the moth lounging comfortably so close has become more of a welcome feeling than he had expected, and he can’t help but feel a smile slowly pull itself onto his lips, idly leaning just a scant inch closer to where the other man sat as he plucks up his drink betwixt his claws.

“Mmm….When you sssspend your days as a child longing for so much as a sssingle grain of sugar to sweeten your drink, you learn to develop a fondness for it whenever you can. Essspecially now, when sssuch luxuries are so much more commonplace.” He takes a slow sip of his daiquiri, coils slowly pulling more up onto the couch as he lets himself relax a bit more.

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Hey, you. Yes, you. Send me anons. Make it about whatever you want. Just send one.

No really. Send one. Or two. Or three. Whatever.

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@infernal-matriarch continued from X.

“Of courssse, Madame Carmine.” Dutifully, Pentious moves to se this briefcase down onto the table, his movements practiced as he moves to sit down at the chair on the other end of it, his back straight and his attention clearly kept precisely on her. A part of him couldn’t help but wonder the kind of project he was being tasked with, what was so important that it would require her to reach out for him to provide assistance. Another part of him was honestly rather flattered that she had considered him to be the one worthy enough for this task, whatever it may be. It wasn’t everyday one stood in the presence of the most powerful Overlord in the city, after all. “Please, whatever it is that I may help you with?”

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((Like this post if you’d want a small starter from Sir Pentious!))

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“Since I sssssee we’re bringing thesssse back again…”

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Ask them funny questions, get personal, query about the people around them or pester them for their deepest darkest secrets - go wild! Include ✘ with the asks!

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How will Pentious celebrate Father’s Day?

“I won’t. I killed my father and I doubt he’d exactly be enthussssed to see me, if he’s even down here, or if he even survived his first extermination.” A faint shrug.

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REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

with the help of some very talented and amazing friends, i present to you an unexpected, very spontaneous meme list based on the beautiful art of cupping someone's face! there's a mix of romantic and platonic here, and even a few that defy the boundaries of normal relationship dynamics! i hope you enjoy! as always; DO NOT ADD TO THIS LIST NOR CLAIM IT AS YOUR OWN!

[KISS]: sender cups the receivers face in their hands before drawing them closer for a kiss.

[CHECK]: after an unexpectedly violent situation, sender frantically rushes to check if the receiver is okay, cupping their face to look closer.

[CLEAN]: sender affectionately wipes a smudge of sauce from the corner of the receiver's mouth, cupping their face in the process.

[LIFT]: sender gently cups the receiver's face and lifts their chin so the receiver is looking up at them.

[COMFORT]: sender cups a distressed receiver's face in their hands and steadies them by resting their foreheads together.

[ATTENTION]: during an important conversation, the sender takes the receiver's face in their hands and firmly directs their focus on them.

[MAKE-UP]: while applying make-up on the receiver's face, the sender cups their face in order to keep them still.

[PRIDE]: after the receiver succeeds in a remarkable achievement, the sender cups their face and tilts their foreheads together to express how proud they are of them.

[WHISPER]: in order to have a private, hushed conversation with the receiver, the sender cups their face and draws them close to make sure they can be heard.

[HAIR]: in the process of pushing the receiver's hair back from their face, the sender lets their hand rest against the receiver's cheek a moment longer.

[GROUND]: during a moment of intense emotional stress, the sender gently takes the receiver's face in their hands to ground them until they're calmer again.

[WONDER]: unable to comprehend how incredible the receiver is, the sender decides to simply cup their face in their hands and marvel at them instead.

[LAST LOOK]: before going into a situation that may result in their death, the sender takes a moment to cup the unaware receiver's face in their hand, just to take a final look of admiration at them before they go.

[SACRIFICE]: the sender cups the receiver's face tenderly to distract them, right before shoving them out of the way (to safety) and facing an attack alone in order to buy the receiver enough time to escape.

[BELIEF]: in a moment where the receiver is lacking in self-confidence, the sender cups their face tenderly and professes their faith in the receiver's abilities.

[DISBELIEF]: after the receiver has done something completely unexpected (and reckless) the stunned sender cups their face in their hands while trying to get them to explain why the hell they did it.

[BETRAYAL]: trying to keep the receiver calm before the big reveal, the sender cups their face gently to keep them steady, and then reveals that they're the villain.

[WOUND]: after the receiver has been wounded, the sender tries to keep them calm and conscious by cupping their face in their hands and talking to them to keep them focused.

[INJURY]: after having been badly wounded themselves, the sender tries to reassure the frantic receiver by cupping their face and comforting them.

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich.

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Pentious can’t help but find himself relaxing a little when he feels Valentino settle in properly next to him, the familiar scent of the smoke beginning to fill the air more now. The sensation of the moth lounging comfortably so close has become more of a welcome feeling than he had expected, and he can’t help but feel a smile slowly pull itself onto his lips, idly leaning just a scant inch closer to where the other man sat as he plucks up his drink betwixt his claws.

“Mmm….When you sssspend your days as a child longing for so much as a sssingle grain of sugar to sweeten your drink, you learn to develop a fondness for it whenever you can. Essspecially now, when sssuch luxuries are so much more commonplace.” He takes a slow sip of his daiquiri, coils slowly pulling more up onto the couch as he lets himself relax a bit more.

“You underestimate my sheer unwillingness to not build you a bloody penissss baton, thank you.” He almost lets out a scoff, his hood giving a slight rattle at the sheer thought of it, before he moves to settle down a bit more into his seating. “Mmmm…I’m thinking a daiquiri. Sssstrawberry with rum.”

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Ship bingo! I couldn't find any that fit my preferences so I made my own. Feel free to reblog/repost!

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“You underestimate my sheer unwillingness to not build you a bloody penissss baton, thank you.” He almost lets out a scoff, his hood giving a slight rattle at the sheer thought of it, before he moves to settle down a bit more into his seating. “Mmmm…I’m thinking a daiquiri. Sssstrawberry with rum.”

“Good, because if you did, I think I’d consssider our little private exchange behind closssed doors to be over.” He huffs a little, but the frown he has on his face soon dissipates with a begrudgingly amused smile. “Now do you have any other, more proper weapon ideassss in mind for me? Or shall we just have a drink and chat?”

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“Good, because if you did, I think I’d consssider our little private exchange behind closssed doors to be over.” He huffs a little, but the frown he has on his face soon dissipates with a begrudgingly amused smile. “Now do you have any other, more proper weapon ideassss in mind for me? Or shall we just have a drink and chat?”

He blinks at Valentino’s quickness to step to his side, but ultimately moves to lean in to look at the picture on the phone, only for his expression to drop into what seems to be a mix of sheer bewilderment. He moves to glance at Val out of the corner of his eye.

“….Abssssolutely not. What the hell kind of wretched things are even in these gamesss if THAT is something you can even obtain??”

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He blinks at Valentino’s quickness to step to his side, but ultimately moves to lean in to look at the picture on the phone, only for his expression to drop into what seems to be a mix of sheer bewilderment. He moves to glance at Val out of the corner of his eye.

“….Abssssolutely not. What the hell kind of wretched things are even in these gamesss if THAT is something you can even obtain??”

“..I’m afraid I’m not up to date on any sort of entertainment like that.” His expression quickly drops into a look of confusion, raising a brow toward Valentino with a clear hint of befuddlement as to what he was talking about. “All that ssssort about these electric game simulationsss, they’re a bit too confusing for an old mind like mine, I fear. What are you talking about when you say a ssspecial ssssword?”

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“..I’m afraid I’m not up to date on any sort of entertainment like that.” His expression quickly drops into a look of confusion, raising a brow toward Valentino with a clear hint of befuddlement as to what he was talking about. “All that ssssort about these electric game simulationsss, they’re a bit too confusing for an old mind like mine, I fear. What are you talking about when you say a ssspecial ssssword?”

He doesn’t blink at the smoke as it flows through the air toward him, and almost seems to welcome it as it fills the air, though he’s careful to avoid directly breathing it in as he lets out a soft chuckle, his tail giving a lazy flick. How funny that what seems like so little ago, he’d be shrieking and trying to wave it away from his face like a madman if a single cigarette got lit up near his proximity. “Perhapsss, but I still think the compound can be potentially tweaked if tesssted and experimented with properly. Maybe having the aphrodisssiac effect dialed down, the lossss of awarenesss and preservation brought up. You could make quite a potent ssssedative, a neurotoxin that causes bodiesss to be paralyzed, or even an upper to be applied to your own sssouls, make them more aggressive in battle and perhapsss even give them enhanced sssstrength.”

He leans forward a little, a hand on his chin. “Of course, thesssee are all just potentialssss. What I end up possssibly making with Velvette, if I choose to take you up on that sssuggestion, may end up entirely different. I just enjoy getting to ponder about how something can be weaponized, you see.”