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"I'm n-not drunk, I only had a couple a' drinks."

"...You're drunk. I can smell it from a mile away, man."

#tw: alcohol #wheezycigar

“Shit.” Kingston opened his suit and retrieved a small bottle of cologne from the inner pocket, applying a few sprays onto his neck and chest before replacing it. The cologne only did so much, however, but it was better than nothing. “Well, I mean, a bottle’s technically only one drink if you drink it all at once, amirite?” He snickered.

@cxptive-king

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Prohibition, Las Vegas.

The boss of a small tobacco syndicate which was quickly growing power, Pirro Mosqueda, with a couple of body guards, entered the sleazy strip club. They were planning on branching out business around these parts and needed to scope out the local digs.

Pirro himself, in his thick, fur collared overcoat and fat cigar in his mouth, was not interested in the performers. He could appreciate a beautiful woman, but that was about it. If he wanted to express his true desires, he'd have to be clandestine about them.

But for now, he kept an eye out for staff. If he was to extend his reign here, he would need to find the owner.

Kingston smirked at the compliment, or at least that’s how he’d take it. “Maybe, ya got any free samples?”

He always liked to partake of whatever he was selling at the club and make sure it was of quality before moving it to his clientele.

He chuckled at that, but he had come prepared. He pulled out a generously sized cigar, which had been pre-trimmed, handling it with care to give to Kingston, taking out his matches.

“Lovely.” He murmured as he took the cigar and lit the end of it, carefully making sure it would burn evenly.

He took a few puffs off of it, discarding the cigarette he’d been working on earlier in the ashtray of a nearby table.

“Not bad, nice and smooth. You lookin’ to sell or trade?” He inquired, continuing to drag on the cuban.

#he wasn’t actually murdered #kind of a grey area #he def believes he was tho

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🌸 Do you ever wish you were mortal or a different kind of immortal?

“I actually used to be a mortal, and I was murdered in my prime. I do often miss my old life, but whenever that homesickness kicks in I’ll just portal to Earth and ‘play tourist’, as I like to call it.”

😼 Talk about some memorable trouble that you’ve caused.

“I once got really fucked up with Death and we created a rift in time. I was able to go back to my life on Earth for awhile, which was pretty great, but then the other demons found out about it, and it was a disaster. When the invasion was over we had to wipe the memories of the human race that it ever happened, and consequently, everybody who learned that it happened because of what we did. That was a really close one.” He scratches the back of his neck.

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Questions for Demon Characters

For demon muses, here’s a collection of headcanon questions your followers can send to you!

😵 What methods of manipulation do you use on humans, if any? 😈 Do you categorize yourself as any ‘type’ of demon? 💬 Do you go by a true name, or do you go by a mortal name? 😼 Talk about some memorable trouble you’ve caused. 😏 Would you prefer causing mischief or far more evil, bloodthirsty acts? 😩 In your opinion, what is one of the most wicked things you’ve ever done? 7️⃣ If you were to compare yourself to one of the 7 deadly sins, which one (or more) represent you? 😇 If demons are real, are angels real as well? 🎭 Can you shapeshift or wear different disguises? 🐭 Have you ever taken the form of something non-human (other than yourself)? 💞 Have you ever had a close bond with a mortal? 🙆 Do you like mortals, consider them amusing, or hate them? 😱 Have you ever possessed someone? 🙏 Has anyone ever tried to banish or destroy you? 🔪 Do you have physical weaknesses? (salt, iron, holy water, etc) ⛪ Are there locations you cannot go because of what you are? 💘 Are you capable of things like love, kindness, or mercy? ✨ List a few abilities of yours that you enjoy or take advantage of the most. 🌸 Do you ever wish you were mortal or a different kind of immortal? 👬 Have you met other demons? If so, do you get along with them? ☠ Have you ever caused the death of a mortal? 💀 Would you consider yourself evil? 🎯 Do you consider humans your prey? Playthings? Friends? 🃏 If you do prey on humans, how do you affect them and what happens to them afterwards? 💕 Have you ever wanted to share immortality with a mortal? 🏆 What would you say is the greatest challenge of being a demon? 👍 What is your favorite (or a few favorite) things about being a demon? 👹 Do you have an infernal appearance or were you born with a human shape? 😍 How do people generally react to meeting you? Fear, desire, etc… 🤐 Do you tell people that you’re a demon or hide your true self? ➕ How do you benefit from interactions with humans? ⚖ Do you follow rules and guidelines as a demon or work only for yourself? 🖤Have you ever manipulated humans to commit crimes or sinful actions? 💙Do you ever feel shame for your actions or how you use your power? ✖ Do you like when people are afraid of you? 🌼Do you attempt to live peacefully with humans?

#omg pLEASE #ive never seen demon asKs before

@cxptive-king

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Prohibition, Las Vegas.

The boss of a small tobacco syndicate which was quickly growing power, Pirro Mosqueda, with a couple of body guards, entered the sleazy strip club. They were planning on branching out business around these parts and needed to scope out the local digs.

Pirro himself, in his thick, fur collared overcoat and fat cigar in his mouth, was not interested in the performers. He could appreciate a beautiful woman, but that was about it. If he wanted to express his true desires, he'd have to be clandestine about them.

But for now, he kept an eye out for staff. If he was to extend his reign here, he would need to find the owner.

Kingston smirked at the compliment, or at least that’s how he’d take it. “Maybe, ya got any free samples?”

He always liked to partake of whatever he was selling at the club and make sure it was of quality before moving it to his clientele.

@cxptive-king

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Prohibition, Las Vegas.

The boss of a small tobacco syndicate which was quickly growing power, Pirro Mosqueda, with a couple of body guards, entered the sleazy strip club. They were planning on branching out business around these parts and needed to scope out the local digs.

Pirro himself, in his thick, fur collared overcoat and fat cigar in his mouth, was not interested in the performers. He could appreciate a beautiful woman, but that was about it. If he wanted to express his true desires, he'd have to be clandestine about them.

But for now, he kept an eye out for staff. If he was to extend his reign here, he would need to find the owner.

The owner of the club would prove to be somewhat difficult to pick out of the sophisticated crowd. Women in revealing dresses or lingerie and men in three piece suits were of no scarcity, however one particular man moved with much more confidence and precision than the rest. He seemed to strike up conversation with just anybody, and didn’t appear to belong to a group.

Kingston leaned against the bar, flirting with the barkeep for a moment before collecting the drink he’d asked for and moving on.

He spotted the newcomers shortly after, at first he’d thought they were the police and his blood ran cold. He knew they’d eventually catch up with him for the extortion, but after watching the men in question for a moment, he’d gathered that the police were a common enemy.

He decided that he’d go be a good host and socialize, despite his previous suspicions. The man was very perceptive but no one was right all the time.

“Good evening fellas, what’s your pleasure.” He winked as he approached them, if for no other reason than to feel them out.

Of average height and above average weight, the newcomer looked this man over a few times before smiling, offering a gloved hand.

"Business, amigo. I want to talk it."

He assumed this fellow was in charge.

“Very well, Kingston Rockwell, pleasure to meet your acquaintance.” The taller man introduced himself and shook his counterpart’s hand. “What kinda business we talkin’?” He inquired, reaching into his pocket to grab a cigarette before lighting it and taking a drag.

He lowered his guard a little, networking was always more than welcomed. It could only help.

@cxptive-king

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Prohibition, Las Vegas.

The boss of a small tobacco syndicate which was quickly growing power, Pirro Mosqueda, with a couple of body guards, entered the sleazy strip club. They were planning on branching out business around these parts and needed to scope out the local digs.

Pirro himself, in his thick, fur collared overcoat and fat cigar in his mouth, was not interested in the performers. He could appreciate a beautiful woman, but that was about it. If he wanted to express his true desires, he'd have to be clandestine about them.

But for now, he kept an eye out for staff. If he was to extend his reign here, he would need to find the owner.

The owner of the club would prove to be somewhat difficult to pick out of the sophisticated crowd. Women in revealing dresses or lingerie and men in three piece suits were of no scarcity, however one particular man moved with much more confidence and precision than the rest. He seemed to strike up conversation with just anybody, and didn’t appear to belong to a group.

Kingston leaned against the bar, flirting with the barkeep for a moment before collecting the drink he’d asked for and moving on.

He spotted the newcomers shortly after, at first he’d thought they were the police and his blood ran cold. He knew they’d eventually catch up with him for the extortion, but after watching the men in question for a moment, he’d gathered that the police were a common enemy.

He decided that he’d go be a good host and socialize, despite his previous suspicions. The man was very perceptive but no one was right all the time.

“Good evening fellas, what’s your pleasure.” He winked as he approached them, if for no other reason than to feel them out.