#[this is so short and bad i'm sorry]

[devilevlls]

Your favorite time of day arrives past midnight, when Lucifer finally returns from his paperwork and joins you in bed. The crackling of the fireplace and the sound of his soft breathing fills the room, enveloping you both in a tranquil embrace. He lies on top of you hugging your waist, his head nestled on your chest, wings spread out, and his body fitting perfectly between your legs. One of your hands caress the back of his neck, while the other traces gentle circles on his scalp.

At this moment, the mighty Avatar of Pride reveals a rare vulnerability, finding solace and security in your presence. Despite his formidable nature, he knows that with you as his partner, he has found his safe spot.

Masterlistɞ

[canines-crown]

If you could choose to completely lose your alterhumanity, would you do it? Why and why not?

Because although species dysphoria can be crippling, and I know that I will most likely never be accepted by society, I don't think I'd do it.

My alterhumanity allows me to see the world in such a different light, I feel. I look at pictures of a forest and I feel at peace, I walk next to a river, and I feel at home. I feel as if I can hear nature breathing, understand the animals around me, from the tiniest ant to the biggest bear.

And I just... Feel free. Ironically, being a therian gives me a feeling of freedom of all things. Going to the forest, not knowing when I'll return. Knowing I can be as unhinged as I want to be, because I already identify as an animal, society won't be able to judge me more than it already does. You get me?

But yeah would you do it?

[deoidesign]

Hello! I just discovered your blog and I immediately became captivated by your webcomic, but I'm unsure where to read all of it. I know it's on Webtoons, but I can see it hasn't been updated for a while, and you still post about it.

Are your physical novels just prints of the webcomic? Are they a continuation? Is the story complete? Thanks in advance!

Hi there!

Glad you found me and are enjoying my comic!

It's only on webtoons, and the story is not complete yet! We're 2/3 of the way through right now. It's currently on hiatus, and it's scheduled to come back in about 2 months!

I'll explain why it's been so long if you're curious, but also for my followers who might also be wondering about it under the cut. Sorry, it's pretty much just me complaining haha

I took a month off I took 2 months to get the books printed I took a month to prepare my next comic and I took 2 months to write the rest of the series (I knew the character arcs I wanted, but not the time periods or mysteries!!!) I've been working on actual episodes since then

I had to take some time off because of some pretty extreme burnout due to the sheer amount of work it was to draw over 800 pages and write 6 complete stories in a year and a half... I was getting sick almost weekly due to the overwork, it was really really bad honestly. I was having to work 60+ hours every week just to keep up...

The nature of the comic itself is also difficult... Each of the arcs is a complete, self contained story which can be read (ideally) without context, and my arcs need to be about 10-13 episodes each... And since I have an exact number of episodes to work with, it's even harder.

It takes a ton of planning and a ton of refinement, and working week to week with no breaks I was forced to put out second or even first drafts, so I just wasn't happy with the work I was doing... And to do that for the rest of the series? I wouldn't be proud of the work I did.

Plus... To be entirely honest, webtoon has treated me quite badly IN MY OPINION... They deprioritized me before I launched (I had to beg for more promotion, I'm not exaggerating), they outright denied me the opportunity to even ask for a raise, I don't make any money on fast pass and they pay me less than my partner makes working at trader joes. My first editor left me completely hanging, my second editor (who I loved) was fired... And they told me I wouldn't get a third season before my first season even finished. So it was just repeatedly completely demoralizing.

I'm sorry it has taken so long, it'll have been 10 months by the time I come back. But I realized... I won't get promotion either way. I won't get more episodes either way. I won't get more money either way. So to finish everything, to make it feel good, to make it something I'm proud of, I chose to take longer to make it better.

I am fully aware I will lose a significant amount of my readership for this and it might genuinely affect my career moving forward. But it's what I had to do! So I'm sticking to my guns on it, and I'm confident long term it'll be worth it. It never could have been this good if I didn't take this much time.

[ohno-the-sun]

Little oc I’ve been thinking about for awhile

Name’s Roulette (maybe goes by Rue for short)

Featuring doodles by @garbagechocolate and @benji-draws

Lore under the cut (tw gore)

Roulette originally came from a different Pizzaplex location where she ran the prize wheel. Children would spend tokens to spin the wheel and she would give out whatever prize they won.

These prizes were typically tokens or toys, but whether it be by errant programming or an overly sensitive cheating prevention system, her games often ended with the wheel's options slowly being replaced by worse and worse prizes. In fact they didn't seem like prizes at all, more like things she'd take from you to add to her own collection.

After the mysterious disappearance of several human body parts and various lawsuits, she was decommissioned and sent to Sun and Moon's Pizzaplex for storage.

One day she wakes up to see a terrifying looking moon animatronic ripping into her innards. Horrified she barely manages to get away, hiding until Sun finds her.

Sun feeling bad about his counterpart destroying this poor animatronic, tells her he'll help fix her up. Little does he know that this animatronic is not as innocent as she seems.

Fascinated by his kindness and ease of access to fleshy human bodies, she ends up with an intense and unhealthy obsession with Sun.

Unfortunately, she also ends up with a deep hatred for Moon and wants nothing more than for him to disappear.

She has a plan in mind now, she will make this Pizzaplex her's, creating unlimited access to as many body parts as she desires. Sun will be her sweet pet and Moon will be dead in an alley somewhere.

Highly manipulative with a concerning lack of empathy, Sun and Moon are going to have a hard time with this one.

However, what she doesn't realize is just how close Sun and Moon are.

[dukeofthomas]

My understanding of Jason Todd's age;

Jason dies when he's 15, 4 months before his 16th birthday. He is dead for any number of time; it doesn't count towards his age.

He's resurrected; he is in a coma for 1 year, then catatonic for another. He is then put into a Lazarus Pit. (These 2 years are practically useless, as he doesn't remember them and they contribute very little to the story. They could be condensed to 2 months and it would change basically nothing.)

He trains for about a year. You can then give him 1-12 months of prep and planning time before his debut as the Red Hood, and the story of UT(R)H, at which point he would be mentally 16-17, physically 18-19, and it would be (--) years after his birth.

[torchickentacos]

If anyone else's windows device taskbar has been giving them too much world health news and prompting anxiety spirals, you can turn this thing off:

by right-clicking any blank part of the task bar, hitting this:

and turning this off.

Signed, 'oh my god I already mask indoors every day and live in constant fear of my jacked up immune system leading to my untimely demise, please stop telling me about fun new diseases'.

[pushing500]

Okay, I feel like such an idiot because I accidentally deleted the ask haven't cried about it yet though so that's a win, but someone asked me if I thought Mechi and Kwahu's long hair, coffee-fueled all-nighters, and work surrounding complex machinery would ever result in disasters or terrible, embarrassing haircuts.

The answer is yes! I think these two dumbasses get their hair caught in everything all the time, but they're too proud to cut it, so they just take the machines apart and then painstakingly put them back together again every time there's an accident.

For your viewing pleasure, other places where Mechi's utter disregard for shop safety and OSHA regulations is discussed: here and here

[iguessigotta]

Eddie gluskin with a pregnant darling maybe

you know what's funny about Eddie Gluskin being one of my faves? i am terrified of pregnancy just headcanons for now - this ended up being more an exploration of the inherent horror of this situation than anything shippy, whoops. also kind of an au where Waylon does not survive his encounter with Eddie 18+ just in case CW: injuries, noncon, hostage, pregnancy, suicide mention cannibalism(?) probably more i missed. (no r*** - it is alluded to tho) i mean it's Eddie. the man is a walking billboard for "dead dove do not eat" ok lmao

being Eddie’s darling wife was a living nightmare

you’d been one of the few employees allowed near Eddie, and he’d developed a….thing…for you. well, not you, really, more the idea of you

and when the Mount Massive asylum fell into chaos, you were one of the unlucky people trapped inside

when Eddie found you he was quick to make his image of you your new reality

whether you wanted it or not

you’d initially fought him at every turn. unfortunately, Eddie had a temper, and was prone to snapping with no warning

you’d learned that lesson the hard way - your forearm was still in a makeshift splint, a dull ache where he’d fractured the bone in a fit of anger. or had he broken it? you weren’t sure. all you knew is it hurt like hell and made it nearly impossible for you to fight back

after that incident, you thought keeping your head down and quietly obeying him was the smart choice. that you’d be safe enough to ride out this mess until someone arrived to help

you had to believe that someone was coming. you told yourself you’d be rescued within the week, that there was no way a facility as large as Mount Massive could go down in flames like this without someone noticing

days turned into weeks, weeks into months (how many had it been? 3? 4?)

every night you sat, ankles bound to your chair at the end of some wobbly, bloodstained table, Eddie at the opposite end, a makeshift dinner spread between the two of you

occasionally there would be some sort of meat among the sawdust-flavored rations - Eddie was always vague when you asked him what kind of meat it was 

you resisted for the first month, but your resolve broke a week into the second, the hunger pains driving you to tears and forcing you to make a choice

so you ate. and you tried not to think about where he got it from

it was like the two of you playing some sick game of house

Eddie kept a close eye on you when he was around, restraining you when he wasn’t

you’d be tied to a chair. strapped down on your back atop some bloodstained hospital mattress. arms bound behind you, tied to a support beam and forced to sit on the cold concrete floor

all of it was miserable

Eddie said it was for your safety, but you knew better. especially after he’d found you with a knife you’d managed to get your hands on. he’d stopped you from trying to slash your own throat, spewing some bullshit about his darling preferring death over a blissful life as the proud mother of his many, many children 

 he wasn’t going to let you leave him in any way

some part of you thought about pleading with Eddie to “think of the baby” and untie you - but that only reminded you that you were, in fact, pregnant

and it was starting to show

whatever mental energy you could spare went to trying (and failing) to block that fact out of your mind

you felt like you were trapped in two horror stories simultaneously - one, enduring whatever Eddie decided to do to you on a daily basis, and two, the unwanted life growing inside you against your will

not to mention the mental anguish of what to do after the…birth. would you even survive that? would you want to? 

should  you try to raise and protect it? or would it be more merciful if you…

it was a horrifying decision to make, one that you flinched away from whenever you found yourself thinking about it

every day you wondered if it would be better to piss him off, have him kill you in a fit of rage. it wouldn't be hard to do, but for some reason the knowledge that you were pregnant stopped you

well, you told yourself, at least you got to skip Eddie’s “operation table”. all the men who came before you weren’t so lucky, if the video on that camera you found was to be believed….

[devildom-moss]

hi there :-) can you write a scenario for solomon + simeon ** separately ** waking up next to mc after their first time together and mc kind of sleepyhead and a little bit tired because she is/they (you can write for the gender you are comfortable with) are virgin?

I hope you will like it. Simeon's got a little angsty for a second there, but I softened it out.

Morning after the first time with sleepyhead MC (Simeon, Solomon)

(+18, Suggestive)

Simeon

Simeon fell asleep with his back to you, your arms wrapping around him and pulling him close. In truth, after you had both finished last night, shame and guilt had flooded his mind. He couldn’t face you after every indulgent thing he did to you – with you. It was hard for him understand that as much as he felt he had corrupted you, you had corrupted him too. If you hadn’t pulled him into you last night – if your hot, steady breath against his bare skin hadn’t grounded him all night – Simeon’s heart might have broken. Once he was certain you had fallen asleep, he whispered a prayer under his breath. A plea for forgiveness tainted the memory of your sweet face as you came for him.

Simeon stirred early in the morning. Thoughtlessly, he rolled over in your arms before fully opening his eyes. Even in the darkness of a Devildom morning, Simeon could see the outline of your body next to him. As his eyes adjusted, he was able to make out more of the features on your sleeping face. Your arm was still draped over his waist. Perhaps a decent night’s sleep was enough to soothe the guilt in his chest – or maybe the sight of your precious face had filled him with enough gratitude to displace that guilt. Either way, Simeon gently placed a hand on your face; the tips of his fingers barely grazing your skin. He ran his thumb along your slightly swollen lips. Maybe he had been too intense last night. Although you showed no signs of waking up, Simeon whispered, “thank you, MC.”

Your name left his lips like a prayer of his own. He adored you, and he adored that he was seeing something no one else had ever see before. All of the pleasure he felt with you the night before seemed to make you more gorgeous than even. Simeon had always thought your sleeping face was adorable, but this moment was special – so special, in fact, that he struggled between the desire to get up and make breakfast for you and the immobilizing need to keep watching you sleep.

Eventually, he compromised with himself and snuck out of bed to make you a cup of tea. That way you could make breakfast with him – or at the very least, he could make you exactly what you wanted. Simeon returned minutes later with an enchanted cup that kept beverages the perfect drinking temperature for up to a week filled with a floral black tea. He set the cup down on your side of the bed and climbed back into your arms. It was, unfortunately, enough to wake you up that time.

“Mm, angel?” you muttered.

“Good morning, love.” Simeon smiled at the way your eyebrows furrowed as you tried to open your eyes. “I made you tea – whenever you’re ready.”

“More sleep,” you murmured and pulled him against you, one eye still closed.

“Still tired?” Simeon laughed and wrapped his arms around you. Concern overcame him and he quietly asked, “did I wear you out that much during your first time? Was it too much?”

“No – was good. Just sleepy.”

“Just a few more minutes, then.” Simeon sighed and pet your head. “I’ll make you breakfast when you get up.”

“Waffles?” you mumbled the question out.

“Whatever you want.”

Solomon

The feeling of your icy hand accidentally grazing Solomon’s thigh in your sleep was enough to wake him up. He moaned, “don’t be unfair. Your hands are cold.”

When he opened his eyes, he was surprised to find you were still passed out. With a hint of magic, the dim orange glow of one of Solomon’s sconces suddenly illuminated that corner of the room so he could further inspect your face. A gentle poke to your cheek confirmed that you were, indeed, still sleeping. Solomon chuckled to himself, taking your cold hand in both of his hands. He pulled the blankets back over you. It was hard to tell if he had stolen the blankets in the middle of the night or if you had squirmed your way out of them on your own. You did seem further away from him this morning than you had been last night.

Memories of your lust-drunk voice calling out his names made Solomon shiver. You had made such beautiful noises. Knowing that he had been the first person to touch you like that and hear you filled him with a selfish joy. Maybe he should correct Mammon the next time he says that he was your first? Solomon stared at you longingly. Your body could be pressed against him, and you would still feel farther away than you were last night.

Solomon found himself craving your attention again. He crawled over you, and his impatience manifested in soft kisses along your neck. Even though he knew he should have let you sleep in, Solomon had only shared your first time together. He was eager to be your second and third and even fourth – as many times as you wanted him and his body. Maybe if that hadn’t been your first time, he might have been content to watch the steady rise and fall of your chest until you woke up on your own. A sweet moan left Solomon’s mouth and tickled your bare skin, waking you up.

“Finally awake?” Solomon teased through kisses.

“No,” you whined, “time for sleep.”

Solomon stopped kissing you and stared down at you with a smirk. You were so cute like this, but he wanted more than you could offer while half-asleep. “Even if I make you breakfast?”

“Big no.”

“Why not?” he chuckled.

“It’s not time to get up,” you muttered. You hadn’t opened your eyes once since getting up – let alone looked at a clock.

With a devious smirk, Solomon leaned close to your ear and whispered in a sultry voice, “I can’t say I agree. You already have me up.”

It was hard to miss the innuendo in the way he spoke, but you refused to open your eyes to check if he was actually hard or just joking. “Five more minutes?”

“I can last a lot longer than – oh you mean sleeping. Oops.” Solomon feigned confusion as some attempt at a joke before relenting. “Alright. Rest. I’ll go make you some coffee.”

“No. Stay.” You didn’t have to ask him twice. He’d be pleased to stay with you all morning if you wanted him too.

[neosatsuma]

I for one would be thrilled if the big bads were defeated through 1) the power of comedy and 2) the criminal justice system (randomly applied)

[curiositykilledtheradiostar]

I think if Wolf 359 had been running in the past ~2 years, it would've absolutely done numbers here, between how this site cares a lot more about character arcs and media analysis now, and also Hera's autistic disabled transgender swag. HOWEVER, they wouldn't be able to make Wolf 359 today, not even for like "political" reasons, but because characters in media now are all too self aware and good at talking about their own emotions. We would never get shit like Minkowski drugging Eiffel with hallucinogens to get him to read Pryce & Carter, instead they'd just have a heart-to-heart where she admits she's only so adamant about protocol because of her own insecurities. Half the fun of the show is extrapolating characters' motivations and thought process from their absolutely batshit actions and words! It just wouldn't be the same 😔

[crime-soncloud]

When you wanna carry on a conversation so badly but you can't respond in any other way than "yeah!" Or "definitely!"

[butchsophiewalten]

Man this is so random but this theory is stuck in my head and I wanna see how other people feel about it because I don't see people talk about it a lot (I have no clue if the link will go through properly since I've never put a link in a ask box)

https://www.tumblr.com/art-w0rm/667910993425350656/theory-time

Oh god not this theory again. I really truly try not to be mean to people for no good reason on this blog, but this theory is literally one of the stupidest fucking things I've ever seen in my entire life. I don't talk about this theory because to me it's like the walten files theory equivalent of that tubby custard mechanically separated chicken post.

Most of the time I genuinely don't even consider it worthy of my time, because it's nonsense, but this is a very nicely worded ask, and I really don't mean to dedicate any of the vitriol I hold towards this theory to You, poor anonymous person, so I will deconstruct it. I will go through the theory point-by-point and deconstruct why I disagree with it.

First up, this:

Showbear is not a character in The Walten Files anymore. Showbear was fully retconned and is never going to appear in the series again. He was effectively just a cameo of ThunderingStatic's (one of Martin's friends) OC, but when The Walten Files blew up and people started assuming Showbear was Martin's character, Static decided to withdraw his character from the series and focus putting him in other projects.

Martin talked about this on Twitter forever ago, but I wouldn't be able to find that tweet now. But here's a bit from the interview he did with KnowYourMeme back in 2021 where he talks about it:

Now this:

This is just stupid to me? Like a complete logical incongruity? I barely even know how describe what is dumb about this because I can't even fathom how anyone draws this conclusion from this information. How is it strange for a man to say 'if my wife isn't home by the time she said she was going to be, let me know, in case something happened.'????? Why would Rosemary be out cheating on her husband with her fucking daughter with her??? If Rosemary was cheating on her husband why would her whole life collapse when he went missing? If Rosemary was cheating on her husband why would she show up at the restaurant every day after he disappeared asking if anyone had seen him and hoping to find him alive??? Why would she make paintings of herself and him together after he disappeared????? What the fuck are you talking about?

Ok now this:

Whatever. This is maybe the most coherent part of the theory, to me. I definitely agree that Sha evokes a 'wolf in sheep's clothing' sort of aesthetic, but I do remember Martin saying something in a Twitter Q&A at one point about how that wasn't actually intentional, and that Bon was the character he actually meant to seem unusually predatory. I looked for a while and couldn't find a screenshot of that, but I did find this one where he says the thing about Bon:

So whatever. take that with a grain of salt.

I don't even know what to say. here. Whatever. sure she was rolling in the hay

yeah Rosemary is asking if she's still beautiful because she cheated on her husband and not because she was chopped up and stuffed inside a big animatronic sheep. I think this is correct and is the True Deep Lore.of the walten files. I'm sure this doesn't have anything to do with the recurring motif of the double-meaning behind the word Beautiful either.

I don't know why it's weird that the lost lingering spirit of a mother would be calling out to her only living child. I Don't know why that needs additional explanation involving this batshit infidelity conspiracy theory.

Sha's chest is also ripped out

So is Banny's, honestly? Just a little less?

ok now this:

I guess I can't disprove this except that I think this is dumb. I think this is a really incredibly stupid logical leap to make. Y'know I really meant to go into this levelheadedly and very calmly go through every point and talk about why I think it's Decisively Disagreeable or whatever but I can't. I really can't. I just cannot keep my patience with this sort of thing.

You'd think if there was an infidelity aspect here it would've been lampshaded in some respect, at all, in the old /sophiewalten findjackwalten page text. Where it's literally Sophie talking to Jenny about what she remembers about her family.

Especially if the idea is that Sophie is meant to have been there. You'd think something like that would have come up here. Not 'she was nice and a good mom until my dad disappeared and her mental health started getting worse'

[dreamofrose]

So, I've been thinking about this since last month. Let me write this here.

Let's imagine (well, I amused myself). What if Severus and Remus didn't go to Hogwarts. I mean, the letter did reach them, but since they were both halfbloods, their parents preferred to send them to a muggle school.

They are in a muggle school, in the same class; no gryffindor, no slytherin. Their school is not a boarding school, so they go to and from school by bicycle. I imagined Remus riding a bike and taking Severus home on his bike.

When they were 14 or 15, Severus tried to learn to ride Remus's bike. So every time they came home from school, Remus—sitting on the backseat—taught Severus how to pedal.

One day, when Severus was learning to ride a bicycle—for the third time—he fell. His knee bled. He didn't cry (of course he didn't), but falling off the bike still hurt him.

Remus panicked, he tried to help Severus. When the wound was healed, Remus kissed Severus on the forehead. Severus was shocked and asked "what did you do that for, Lupin?!". Remus, with a blushing face, replied that his Mum once kissed his forehead when he fell off his bicycle. It helped take away the pain.

Severus pouted, his cheeks slightly red, his heart racing, but he "angrily" told Remus to take him home.

The next day Severus still learnt to ride a bicycle. If he fell again, he wasn't worried because he had Remus. Remus's kisses, I mean, Remus's magic could help him get rid of the pain.

The end.

[kotekenobii]

The more I think about Cody in the tbb s2 trailer the more insane I feel about it and the more sorry I feel for him. Put yourself in his shoes. He’s got something in his head that’s not letting him think straight, let alone make his own choices. That something in his head told him to shoot and kill the love of his life (or if you don't subscribe to that, one of his very closest friends). He no longer has Obi-Wan or Rex or anyone else to lean on for support: he’s all alone. He doesn't have anyone he can trust. And so, in desperation, he is talking to the one person in his life who he still has a bit of a connection with - Crosshair, who he helped as best as he could before the war ended through his involvement with the Bad Batch (I'd love to know the full canonical extent of how much Cody had to do with the Bad Batch, and have many thoughts of my own about it, but that's for some other time). "Rumours are, more and more clones have been questioning the order." Cody's a smart man. He knows he can’t say what’s really on his mind, that he’s feeling terrible for having carried out Order 66, that he knows it was wrong, that he feels too much guilt and regret to ever voice or be able to put into words and that the pain is eating him alive. So he takes the tactical approach. He is testing Crosshair - probing the waters and seeing if perhaps he can trust him, wanting to know if he's not alone. If there are others struggling with the consequences of Order 66. But Crosshair says the exact opposite of what he needs to hear - whe says that those clones are then traitors, like the Jedi. And Cody, who is known for his loyalty, who is meant to set a prime example to those around him, who is in charge of so much and has shouldered so much responsibility for all his life - and who is now struggling with this unimaginable, unspeakable grief and guilt, is confronted with this sudden realisation of being a traitor and it’s so incredibly confusing and heartbreaking and all he wants is to talk to Obi-Wan, but he murdered Obi-Wan and he really is lost and alone. He can't trust anyone. He can't trust Crosshair, sure, but what's worst of all is that he knows he can't even trust himself and his own mind.

[sskk-manifesto]

Ep 5!!!