#bedevil comic

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sad and scary danas :( click here for some happy danas [link to another post]

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[image ID: six digital drawings mainly featuring pastor dana, a slim man in his 30s with light skin, long dark curly hair greying at the temples, a beard, and round glasses.

the first is a three panel page, where someone says "dana, your nose," and dana realizes his nose is bleeding. he replies, "oh! haha, must be dry in here. I'm ok. could you grab-?" and is cut off by a bloody cough as someone yells his name. the third panel shows him laying in a hospital bed, hair more grey now and red veins appearing on his skin, as his fiancé ben, a thin person with light skin and a shaved head, cradles his hand and cries. he says "I'm gonna be fine, ri," to which ben replies, "I know, you big dummy," and sniffles.

the second shows dana standing, dressed ina pink hospital gown, looking much worse. the red veins are much more prominent, and his hair is now all white. his eyes are all red. there are indistinct speech bubbles around him.

the third shows him pinning father eli - a thin possessed exorcist with light skin, short light hair, all white eyes, and slashes in his cheeks - against a wall. dana is saying, "you are one, exorcist, and the apocalypse is unfathomable many. their blood will be on you. you cannot save them, elias leon, not like this. heaven- and hell-fire will burn them all the same if this world catches."

the fourth shows eli pinning possessed dana hard against a different cracked wall and pulling a red veiny parasite demon out of dana's mouth.

the fifth is a bust of dana, now with shorter white hair and scuff instead of a beard, looking hollow. there is a text label with an arrow that reads, "post-possession haircut."

the sixth shows him talking with ben, who says, "you cut your hair - and your beard." dana solemnly replies, "yeah. felt like time for a change." ben says, "well it looks nice," with a curved brow. dana doesn't respond. end ID]

[butchjesus]

everybody SHUT UP and look at baby eli

[image ID: two greyscale digital drawing crops of a baby with light skin and lightish hair. in the first, the baby is sleeping swaddled in a blanket, and in the second the baby is held up in the air, giggling, dressed in a onesie. end ID]

[clove-pinks]

Hello and welcome to a special edition of Eighteen-Thirties Thursday called "Shaun Doesn't Understand French"!

We have here an 1833 print by Paul Gavarni, with a very 1830s devil (shown by his horns and tail), and two lovely ladies on his arms. It's the title of the piece that I'm questioning: Le Diable hors Barrière.

I can read simple/intermediate texts in French (although I often make mistakes) and initially parsed it as "the devil outside of barriers." Google Translate—I know, I know—translates it as "the devil off the fence." That does seem to make sense in context, it looks like there's a fence in the picture (and in English "off the fence" means finally making a choice or commitment). I thought it might be an idiomatic expression, but I'm turning up nothing except references to this specific print by Gavarni.

There is a sense of "barrière" meaning disreputable place, in reference to tax-evading and somewhat shady business historically located just outside the gates of Paris. q.v. an English book from 1859: "The Paris rogues have, now-a-days, no refuge but hors barrière; that is their only chance; and what they will do when the project already determined on for the removal of the mur d'octroi [a barrier-gate that charged tolls], and the extension of Paris to the fortifications, is carried out, seems difficult to guess."

Am I wildly overanalyzing this, or badly missing a period reference?? Is Gavarni making a joke with some word-play I'm not catching? He loved to use colloquial language and slang and I often struggle with his captions.

[fictionz]

New Horror 2023 - Day 31

"Why are you in such a hurry to be old?"

"Bloodchild" by Octavia Butler (1984)

Doesn't take much to just roll with it, does it?

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"So, who d'you want done?"

"Fair Ground" by Jo Duffy, Mike Manley, Jackson Guice, James Fry, Kevin Cunningham (1992)

Something always catches up.

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"We could've helped that child."

Bedevil dir. Tracey Moffatt (1993)

We need more surreal expressionism in set design. That alone lends a movie those spooky vibes.

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"This one's gonna make you have to change your chonies."

Regular Show - "Terror Tales of the Park" I-VI (2011-2016)

I've never watched a regular episode of Regular Show, but I get the sense that the Halloween specials aren't all that out of the ordinary.

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"Oh, you know kids. Still missin'."

The Simpsons - "Treehouse of Horror Presents: Not It" (2022)

Hm, sticking too close to the source material is a longtime problem with their parodies, and this one certainly suffers for it.

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"C’mon, how powerful could a god from a dump like this be?"

Silent Hill 3 dev. Konami (2003)

The first half kind of drags before it finally gets to the titular setting, then it's surreal melty wall terror. That makes up for the slow start and cements it as another great entry. I'll be back for the next one in 2024.

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"So, just be aware, the characters do tend to wander a bit."

Five Nights at Freddy's dev. Scott Cawthon (2014)

I always avoided this one because the jumpscare gameplay wasn't for me, but I figured I had to at least see the first one through to the end. I don't know that I can recommend it what with Cawthon's problematic nonsense, but it's an interesting product from an indie dev of the time.

[bedeviled-dotty]

The whole update is uploaded now! Send in your questions!

[askdiscordwhooves]

Ask Discord Whooves has come to its conclusion, and that means the posts below this point contain major spoilers for the story! This post will also have the author's final comments below a 'read more' to avoid spoilers. In this commentary, I will talk about new details about the story, such as what the future looks like in this universe and clearing up some lore.

If you wish to read from the beginning, you can start from the first page here!

Or, if you were in the middle of reading and wish to start where you left off, go to the table of contents here!

Also for consideration, you can read the prequel blog @lovestruck-derpy and the side blog @askthetimemaster to get more insight on the story. It is recommended you read Lovestruck Derpy first, then Ask The Time Master after you've read Discord Whooves.

Other side blogs involved in the story that can be read after everything else for a little more insight are as follows:

@tantamount-time-turner @torchwoodv @valtavia

Thank you for being interested in the story, I hope you enjoy your read!

!!AUTHOR FINAL COMMENTS BELOW!!

It would be appreciated if people who have read the blog to its end read this post and give their input on the overall story via comment or reblog, or sending the author @jitterbugjive a comment via ask or submission.

Surprise, everyone! Coach is The Doctor's next life!

This was the original plan from the very start of when I made Coach. Look, here's some proof, the plush I had commissioned of him has a cutie mark!

For those who don't know who (Pony) Coach is, you can read a bunch of asks sent to him here and get to know him, and for those who do know him you can re-read with context:

[Coach at The-Character-Lounge]

Now, I know I've moved on and made Coach a human and his own character for my current main project, My Magic Grandpa, but that was because I loved him as a character so much that I couldn't just end him after Discord Whooves.

He and his Granddaughter Suzie have paranormal fantasy adventures in the 90s starting in Oregon. You can read the comic which has been updating for 4 years here: http://www.mymagicgrandpa.com OR http://www.mymagicgrandpa.net for better phone viewing.

If you want more Doctor Whooves content from me, consider following the youtube series "Doctor Whooves and Assistant", where I am the head writer and voice actor for Derpy. It is still active and hopefully will be for quite some time.

I also want people to know about three more of my original projects,”Bedeviled Dotty” ( @bedeviled-dotty), “Once Upon a Calamity” ( @nightmaretales) and “WTF? I’m a Magical Girl’s Familiar?!” (@magicalgirlsfamiliar) Two of which I want to start updating in 2024 and one that's been updating for a few years now.

OUAC has been around for a very long time, it’s a collection of familiar but twisted fairy tales and it has been on hiatus for years because of my other projects taking priority. I'm excited to be bringing it back.

WTF?MGF meanwhile is an adult dark comedy magical girl comic combined with an apocalyptic outbreak scenario. Its pilot will launch in January of 2024 and the comic will begin properly in 2025.

“Bedeviled Dotty” has been going for a few years now, and is a story about a magical anthro rabbit who makes a deal with a kitsune in order to obtain the love of her professor.

I highly encourage people to check them out!

Now about The Doctor version of Coach! When he first regenerated, he was ecstatic to have a small nose!

Not only that but he had a new appreciation for life and took on a life to the fullest attitude. He also cast away the identity of 'The Doctor', letting himself become his own as 'Coach' because he considers himself a referee to the universe and a sort of life coach to whoever he encounters. (Those that can stand him of course) He loves interacting with others, but he can be impatient and snippy at times and quite pushy without meaning to. He also has a hard time reading others' emotions, and can only think in context of how he would feel. This is because in this life he has something akin to ASD that he's unaware of, and it's a huge challenge for him because of how much he wants to help and entertain others.

He likes to use sports words and phrases in his vocabulary, which would be his quirk. He also collects sports equipment and uses them for experiments and inventions, though he doesn't really like sports themselves.

One of the last things Derpy said to him before she died was that she had no regrets, and neither should he. So in his next life, as Coach, he took this very seriously and is always moving forward with no regrets. This can make him seem heartless at times because of how easily he leaves things behind, but he always needs to be on the move and needs to change things up because he's teaming with chaos magic.

That's right, the chaos energy stayed with him, but it manifested in a more controllable form because he became a unicorn. He can't use normal unicorn spells, a lot of his magic has a mind of its own. It will often do as asked, but it will do it in random ways. 'Open a locked door' for example could mean unlocking the door, or turning the door into popcorn. One of his first magic mishaps was transmogrifying his sonic screwdriver into a golf club. It still functions the same, just has a different shape now.

Coach spent about 60 years exploring on his own and taking on temporary companions that he'd keep a distance from so chances of anything bad happening to them would be less. But he eventually longs to see his Grandaughter, Tootsie Flute, and wants to take her on adventures with him, feeling like it would be a good do-over from the old Doctor's life. He fondly calls her Suzie because of reminiscing about the memories of Susan from the 1st Doctor days. While Suzie is often exasperated with him, she is also fascinated with him and the things he shows her. She has to keep their adventures a secret though, because Coach is scared to face his old family again and disappoint them. He doesn't want to see them without being able to understand them any more, it would break his hearts.

In order to take Suzie on adventures with him, they find a rogue changeling to replace her at home.

Speaking of changelings, he keeps in contact with [Tantamount Doctor], who has since started his own hive and is now a Royal. He gets much adored offerings of cheese from Coach.

The Doctor also never really felt like there was a right time to approach The Master’s daughter, Eighth Note. He kept feeling like it would ruin her otherwise good life to introduce her to time and space like that. She grew up to be a nurse in a maternity ward, her beautiful voice soothing babies as she would sing to them. Perhaps she has a little hypnotic influence from her father?

But Coach meanwhile with his no regrets attitude charged right in to take her on as a temporary companion to show her the ropes of being a Time Lord and having a TARDIS of her own. Needless to say, she’s trouble for Coach, as she can be a huge tease and she enjoys flustering the poor guy who just doesn’t want the Master to come back from the grave to kill him. It’s all in good fun for her and never serious, though, so nothing of an intimate nature really happens between them.

Finally, whenever Coach regenerated which wouldn't be for a long time, it would be because the chaos magic would become too unstable and the only way he can stay alive is to regenerate into a draconequus. Which gives us -drumroll-

Pandemonium!

Pandemonium is on the chaotic good alignment and he finds a way to bring back Gallopfrey and allow the true pony Doctor and Master to exist. He playfully antagonizes them and tries to keep them on a good path as best he can.

And that's pretty much how the whole thing ends!

When I started Discord Whooves, I was in a pretty dark place. I was bitter, angry, feeling like I had to fill peoples' expectations without really having anything special of my own. Discord Whooves started as a vent blog because A. The Brony fandom's constant pressure on me as a well known voice actor for Derpy, which made me bitter about her, B. Because I was upset I was getting known more for my voice than my main talent, drawing, on top of feeling dysphoric about my feminine voice, and C. The expectations that were on me reflected on how I acted, and I wanted to do something dark without my old name attached to it to prove I could do something interesting besides PG rated radio plays. I gained a lot more popularity than I thought I ever would, and had so much support, and as JitterbugJive I got to be myself without any expectations. It helped me come out eventually not only as BaldDumboRat, but as a transgender male.

Popularity sadly got to my head, it caused a lot of stress and a lot of outbursts and when I started my mod blog I was a very calm person who brushed things off. But more and more people started to pick fights with me and I felt the need to defend myself. This was also during a time I made another vent blog that was for dealing with the abuse I'd been through in the past, so I was facing a lot of demons at the time and could be triggered easily.

And then I had my bi-polar manic episode that made me literally insane for months, which threw me in to a year long depression that destroyed my art for a good while (It looked really really awful during that time, a lot of people noticed it) but the good thing about it was that it got me in touch with a therapist and got me diagnosed not only bi-polar 1 but PTSD, which was a shock to me but it made a lot of sense. I got a PTSD service dog, anxiety medication, bi-polar medication, and while the year of depression sucked I slowly got to pull myself back together and reflect on who I'd been. With anxiety meds I wasn't getting as angry any more, and therapy was helping me properly cope with the past and with the popularity issues. I wanted to be a better person, and I became one.

I even decided to take on a career path where I could help other people like me and like Discord Doctor, becoming a peer wellness specialist to help those experiencing mental illness and addiction. I use my own experiences to connect with them, give them hope, and show them they are not alone and there are people who do understand what they're going through who will help them. The training I went through ended up changing a lot of aspects of how Discord Whooves was treated moving forward, giving him a more realistic journey and showing people a very true message of hope and recovery. And the only reason I'm where I am now is because of experiencing that first psychotic episode that made me reach out for help.

I had two psychotic episodes in the span of Discord Whooves’ run, and they gave me a first hand experience of what it’s like to completely lose control of your own actions. I hurt people, I caused a lot of damage, and I had to face the consequences of those actions. And because of this, I had personal knowledge of what it’s like to come out of such a horrible state, and all the guilt and fear that comes with it. The Doctor’s journey suddenly became so much more personal to me, because I’d been there. And his journey of recovery is to show that despite everything, there’s still hope. Recovery is possible.

Something else my mania did was lead me to the idea of My Magic Grandpa, because my head came up with so many crazy ideas that I wanted to use and I was looking for a lot of inspiration during my depression that it all started coming together. And thus Coach and Suzie evolved into humans in their own story, because I didn't entirely want Discord Whooves to end where Coach and Suzie only just begins. And now they can continue on in their own way, in my own way, and I can let go of a blog about depression and anger and instead make a story about growth and inspiration.

In a way, it's like I regenerated with The Doctor, and I hope people can appreciate that and continue to support me.

I want to thank all the people who have worked with me on this project, be it for crossover, to contribute guest art, to Warden and Lauren and a handful of other people who helped me write the story and brought fantastic characters into it. I couldn’t have gotten this far without you, and the story would be in a much worse place now if it weren’t for everyone’s help.

Thank you all for staying with me on this 12 year journey. Looking back, I've made some dumb mistakes, but I learned a lot from them and your dedication helped me stick to my guns and end my first large scale project! It hit some bumps but dammit I made it happen and I am so happy I did! Now I hope people will check out my other projects that were linked above. I will still produce pony content on @the-character-lounge on occasion when I have the time and motivation.

I want to continue to bring everyone compelling stories that will tug at their emotions, and I don't plan on disappearing. So if you want to continue this journey with me, to see what Coach and Suzie have evolved into, please give my other works a follow!

Thank you, everyone! Your comments on this post in particular would be greatly appreciated! What did you think of the story as a whole? What do you think of Coach being the Doctor’s new life? Are there things you were expecting or wished would be different? How would you have ended the story? Did you enjoy the finale? Did you have a theory that Coach was The Doctor? Who was your favorite character? Favorite moment? Least favorite moment? I want to know! Please talk about it!

[arcielee]

lost in a haze

Summary: Alastor isn't sure what to make of Lucifer. Paring: Lucifer Morningstar x Alastor Word Count: 2.3k+ Warnings: m/m, masturbation, blowjob, handjob, fingering, spit as lube to start, unprotected bathroom sex, Lucifer is a fucking top let's be fr Author's Note: Banner artwork credit! Thank you my darling @fallingintoyourlilaceyes for reading this over for me 💜 and thank you to Hozier for your EP that always provides me fic titles. This is my first every attempt at a m/m fic. This idea has been rattling in my brain since I watched the show. I hope you enjoy!

Alastor was panting in the steam-filled bathroom. His one hand was pressed flat to the marble that only the King of Hell would surely have tiled from floor to ceiling, while his other pumped the length of his cock, swollen and aching. But it was a fruitless chase to mollify what had settled into the pit of his stomach, nesting behind the stitches that now lined across his abdomen and gnawing at his organs. 

And it all started several days earlier when he first woke up in an unrecognizable room. There had been a knock at the door and Lucifer walked in. He did not have that narrowed expression sneered across, but seemed more bright, more apathetic as he looked Alastor over. 

It was this look that began an unease that started to mull beneath. 

Lucifer was holding a tray and watched as the Imp that trailed behind him placed a pillow across Alastor’s lap. “Your breakfast,” he almost chirped, placing it on top of the pillow to balance. “I wasn’t sure what you would be in the mood for, so I just went with a classic Eggs Benedict with some potatoes and sausage patties.” 

It felt surreal. The warmth seeping into his lap was pleasant, the savory smells of the meal prepared caused his hunger to rumble with a ferocity that throbbed his sutures. Alastor tipped his chin down to see how they ran diagonal from his chest to his hip. “What happened?” 

He could remember his staggered steps back into the broken radio tower, his wheezing to try and regain his breath, and his fumbling attempts for supplies to try and staunch his bleeding. And then nothing, but this was where Lucifer began. He detailed how he followed the trail of blood, how it was slick on the floors. He continued how he found Alastor closer to a second death than life, and ended with the heroic return home so he could tend to him.

Alastor could only stare and a silence settled over as he processed these words. He thought back to the animosity that burned from the devil with their first meet up in the hotel lobby. It now seemed somewhat comical in comparison to the almost sheepish display he was showing now. 

It prickled his nerves, the unease now coursing through his veins. 

“There was some concern at first, since it was an injury from an angelic weapon and all, but you seem to be healing up nicely,” Lucifer added with an almost shy smile. 

There was the low gurgle of his stomach that punctuated his quiet. 

Lucifer blinked. “I’ll, uh, just leave you to eat then.” He shifted and something twisted across his face; he didn’t say anything and just left Alastor alone. 

The unease remained, a slow curdle of emotions that braised beneath and rattled his bones. As the days passed, it pulled at him, aimless but wanting. This persistent bedevilment carried with his steps, flaring hotly with every awkward interaction he shared with Lucifer. 

The devil, however, seemed unaffected. 

Alastor truly began to study him, noticing how Lucifer tailored to his lithe figure that was always complementing his trimmed waist. His proximity was a prickly heat, amplified whenever Lucifer caught him staring. Alastor struggled to digest those moments whenever Lucifer would look him over with the slow draw of his eyes, his lips hinting but never committing to a smile. 

And he would just go, leaving Alastor with his presence that lingered behind, thickening the air around him. 

Now he stood beneath the water for so long it almost felt cool against his heated skin. Alastor let out a wet sigh that echoed off the walls before shutting off the water, pressing his brow to the marble. There was another hefty exhale as the unwelcomed weight settled back into his core. 

He understood that his only escape would be to return back to the hotel, to leave this accursed place and its smirking-fucking-owner. 

Alastor stepped from the shower,trying to ignore the heavy sway between his slender thighs. He dried off before tucking the towel high around his waist, positioning his flushed cock upright and against his stomach. 

There was a knock and water droplets fell as his ears flattened back. 

“Come in,” he said without a second thought to his current indecency. 

It was fucking Lucifer–as he should come to expect by now. He wore his idea of casual wear, dark slacks and a white collared shirt with his sleeves rolled to his elbows. There was a few buttons undone that hinted to his smooth, pale planes of his chest beneath, and his blond hair was tousled back. 

Alastor gripped his towel, twisting his shame away and facing the mirror. His palm reached to wipe away the steam and saw that Lucifer was watching him. 

But if he noticed anything, he gave no indication. Instead he said that breakfast was ready. 

“I’ll be out in a minute.” Alastor could feel his blood, hot and thick, coursing through him and rising to the surface. His eyes narrowed on Lucifer in the fogged reflection. “I am almost done here.” 

The silence they often shared returned thick, mixing in the steamy air that surrounded them. Lucifer frowned, stepping fully into the bathroom and closing the door behind him. 

Alastor’s ears perked, his careful watch of the scrutinous gaze as the devil looked him over. He hoped the remaining pink from his shower masked how his blood was now simmering beneath his skin. 

“I said I’ll be done in a moment,” his tone clipped, his hostility clutched as tight as the towel wrapped around his slender waist like a summoned guard against Lucifer. 

He was unfazed, allowing another pregnant pause before he finally spoke. “Thank you.”

Alastor blinked. “I didn’t say anything–”

“Oh, I know,” he cut through, stepping closer, his scrutinous gaze peering over his shoulder into the mirror, “I was helping you find the actual words that you should be saying.” 

Alastor frowned, his eyes narrowing onto the reflection. “May I remind you that I never asked you to rescue me.” 

“You would not have been able to,” he retorted, his tone hot, “you were barely responsive when I fucking found you.” 

Alastor turned to face him, but whatever rebuttal he had caught in his throat. He realized that Lucifer was close, and he noticed the tensity of how his eyes bore through him. The steam that had yet dissipated enriched the rosiness of his alabaster cheeks and his eyes shone bold. 

It felt as if the bathroom were deflating around him, the walls pressing in. 

“How about whenever you finally do something I consider worthwhile,” Alastor rasped, his pride forcing the words from him, “I will then make sure to say thank you.” 

He was testing to see if the demon that thrummed beneath his tailored fits would surface, would erupt to tear open his healing wound. But instead his signature smirk curled onto his lips and he stepped closer, his hand pressing to feel Alastor. 

His touch bolted the length of Alastor’s spine and he hunched over, choking on a gasp from the abrasive hand. Lucifer moved even closer, relishing the throbbing against his palm through the damp fabric. His brow arched. “Then allow me to do something worthwhile.”  

Alastor felt outside of his body as he watched his towel puddle around his feet. The edge of the countertop was cold and dug into his backside as he fell back to balance the weight of Lucifer’s hands pressing onto his thighs. His tension churning was aboiled as the devil sank to his knees, the unfurled trepidation as Lucifer’s jaw unhinged to swallow him. 

The salacious pace set by Lucifer’s forked tongue tasting him pulled every thought from his mind. He let out a gasp when Lucifer pulled back to lick his palm, wrapping it around the base and stroking in tandem with his mouth. The devil sucked to savor, but with a determination that pulled a low groan from the back of Alastor’s throat; he gasped again from the vibration of Lucifer in response. 

He could not catch his breath, the fellatio pulling him upwards to an unknown peak and bolting past, a teasing teetering on a ledge of pleasure that was coiling tight at the base of his spine. The lewd sounds filled the small space and Alastor was close, so painfully close. 

His cock was throbbing and then it stopped. Alastor opened his eyes, dazed, dilated, a desperate search only to see the smug satisfaction that now played on Lucifer’s face. 

Lucifer pulled himself upright, his lips swollen and glossy from his spit, and his hands moved to Alastor’s narrow waist, lifting him enough to sit on top of the counter. He pushed apart his thighs, spitting on his palm again before his hand returned to a languid pace up and down Alastor’s flushed cock. 

Alastor swore his teeth would crack with his suppressed groan, his head falling back against the mirror with a dull thud. He did not see how Lucifer licked his fingers, but felt his hand drop lower, searching. Alastor shuddered from the tentative touch, the slow circle drawn that sparked a new pleasure that licked up his spine. 

Lucifer was coy. “Enjoying yourself?”

“Fuck you,” but the venom he tried for only stammered from his lips. 

Lucifer hummed with a sly smile and hooded eyes. He moved until he was pressed against Alastor’s bare chest, tilting his head to bite the slope of his neck. “Maybe later,” he murmured against his skin, and Alastor could not stop the strangled mewl when a finger curled within him. “But you first.” 

The pleasure bolted back down his spine, causing his cock to jerk. Lucifer watched him, his eyes darkening and his smile stretching across his sharp jaw. “I figured you would like this,” he purred. “Are you ready to thank me yet?” 

The sound Alastor made was his choking attempt to pull the words from the back of his throat, but he could not think, not with how the blood roared in his ears, not with how his heart was reverberating against his bruised bones. 

Lucifer hummed again. “Not quite?” He grinned, pressing another finger into his puckered hole. 

Alastor moaned louder, writhing from the touch. Lucifer quickened the pace of his hands, and he felt the delicious pressure bursting from the pit of his stomach, bright with colors and pulsing hotly onto his own stomach. 

Alastor felt boneless, almost folding when Lucifer pulled away. He only returned to his body with the sound of the sink, of drawers being rummaged through. He saw the devil’s slacks unbuttoned, the glossy sheen that covered the ridges and veins of his cock, thick and heavy. He knitted his slender waist back between his thighs and Alastor canted his hips, moving closer to the edge. 

“Eager, aren’t we?” Lucifer teased him, his lubed fingers touching, lining himself. 

He stayed quiet, his jaw tightening as he focused on the blunt prod. Even with the foreplay it was still a tight fit, but Lucifer was artful with gentle thrusts that filled him, sinking into him. His skin prickled with a cold sweat, a shuddered rasp pulled once Lucifer sheathed completely within him. 

Lucifer paused once his hips were flushed intimately against the cradle of his hips. He watched a moment before his head tipped up to drag his tongue along the curve of Alastor’s neck, his teeth nipping at his pulse. It was the small sounds that spilled that summoned the demon, a bruising hold on his hips and powerful thrusts that sent hot bolts to the ends of his nerves. 

Alastor felt lifeless. His mouth fell open with muted cries as Lucifer pounded mercilessly into him. 

“Let me hear you,” Lucifer pulled him upright, his claws dragging down his back, marking him. 

Alastor reached and his fingertips bit into his sharp jaw, bringing his lips to touch his own. The kiss was desperate and Lucifer bit him; Alastor groaned from the taste of iron, and again when Lucifer dropped to bite into his chest. 

It stirred something deep, something primal within him. 

“Give me one more,” Lucifer rasped against his mouth. It was not a request and Alastor felt his cock jerk. “Touch yourself.”

There was another bite where his pulse was pushing against his skin and Alastor arched against him, his heart bruising to the surface. Lucifer’s mouth trailed upwards with heated, wet kisses, and Alastor moved his hand between them, pushing him backwards so his hand could wrap around his hardening cock. 

Lucifer smirked, returning to the powerful thrusts that filled, coaxing another thundery groan from Alastor, his hand falling in a rhythm around his cock. It built fast and Alastor swelled, breathless and brimming, the faraway command brought his second release and it stricken his bones, the euphoric coil bursting.

For a second time Alastor could feel the slow return back into his skin, blinking to focus on Lucifer and his salacious grin. The mess made began to spill from him and Alastor burned, pressing his hands to the firm chest peeking beneath the white shirt, pushing until Lucifer slipped from him.  

His heady gaze remained. “Fuck breakfast,” Lucifer said, his fingers moving to unbutton his shirt. “I think I’m going to take a shower.” He seemed roguish, his satisfaction obnoxious. “Care to join me?”

Alastor was still splayed on the counter, life drained and filthy. For a moment he thought to leave, but his movement caused the spend to spill.

So instead he said yes. 

“Yes what?”

The devil returned to his teasing tone, but this time it pulled something prurient from Alastor, something he now knew he would no longer try to control. “Yes,” and a moment passed before he decided to play along, “and thank you.”

It was quiet, but it was enough. Lucifer beamed, peeling away his layers and moving back towards the shower. He paused to look over his shoulder, watching with hooded eyes as Alastor pulled himself to follow.

Alastor stared back at him, a sharp grin spreading across his jaw. “After all, it’s my turn now.”

arcie's masterlist

[docgold13]

Batman: The Animated Series - Paper Cut-Out Portraits and Profiles

The March Hare

In the DC Comics universe, The March Hare is a more significant villain bedeviling both Batman and Batgirl.  Here she is Harriet Pratt, a jewell thief from England who fell in with Jarvis Tetch and assumed the mantle of the March Hare as a part of The Mad Hatter’s Wonderland Gang.   The villainess first appeared in Detective Comics Vol. 1 #841. 

In the DC Animated Universe of Batman: The Animated Series, meanwhile, the character is rendered to a singular cameo.  Yet it is Easter Sunday and this is as close as it gets for a thematic entry for the day.  

In any case, The March Hare was an unwitting civilian forced to act in the role by The Mad Hatter.  The Hatter used his mind control circuit cards to create a small army dressed up to appear as characters from Lewis Carroll’s  famous tome,  Alice's Adventures in Wonderland.  Thankfully, Batman was able to defeat The Mad Hatter and all of his mind-controlled pawns were freed from his thrall.  

The March Hare appeared in the twenty-seventh episode of the first season of Batman: The Animated Series, ‘Mad as A Hatter.’ 

Happy Easter!

[sprintingowl]

Dead Beats

I release an rpg every week, and a lot of them are one or two pagers with a goofy concept and some simple mechanics. This is because of the large, ominous pot bubbling loudly at the back of the stove.

That pot is the thing I've been cooking in the meantime, which in this case is Dead Beats.

Which launches on Wednesday 4/3/24 at noon.

Dead Beats is a grimy 1990s stylish action horror ttrpg. You play as a down-on-your-luck loser who fights demons because no one else will.

Tonal influences include Devil May Cry, Jujutsu Kaisen, Evil Dead, and Chainsaw Man. Also the writings of Joe R Lansdale and the Constantine Hellblazer comics by Jamie Delano.

Mechanically, Dead Beats pulls from a standard poker deck instead of rolling the dice, and this is so you can mark your cards, add new cards to your deck, know when all the face cards are depleted, etc.

It's also very much played in two phases---everything else, and combat.

Dead Beats' combat is inspired by fighting games and beat-em-ups. Weapons are locked to your character, and have deep upgrade trees. You can chain multiple actions together, but the more you chain, the more your fatigue builds up, and the more likely you are to drop your combo.

Fights are fast. Turns are meaty but quick. And you end up with a lot of options outside of the game's core moveset depending on how you customize your outfit.

Again, this game has been cooking for a while, so it's going to end up as a slightly beefy book.

If anything I've said here sounds good to you, feel free to pop over to the kickstarter page and hit Notify Me (if it's before Wednesday,) back the kickstarter (if it's after Wednesday,) or put down your device and squint your eyes at the rad-soaked horizon hoping the cybercrows don't come back (if you found this on a battered tablet in the distant future's desert ruins.)

[possumcollege]

A-woo. 🥐🐺🥃

Make yerselves at home in a preview of Den, my new Crittertongue piece for Revenge of Hallowzine. 🎃 🐺💀

Hallowzine is a horror anthology featuring Chicago-area cartoonists and comic artists, recently raised from the dead by local zine-o-mancer, Aquatic Panda Distro.

Trick-or-treat yer way on over to Webtoons to visually consume the metaphorical flesh of my previous offerings to the Hallowéd-Zine. Are they dead scary?! Maybe not, but they are deeply hainted and bedeviled by one of the darkest, most mysterious forces known to our mortal realm: EmoOotional TraAauma! Enjoy!

[jitterbugjive]

I gotta say... drawing Bedeviled Dotty updates takes more time than drawing any of my comic pages. They can take up to 8 hours of work while comics are usually around 3. The multiple characters, the semi-complex designs, the fact that it's 10 frames each, just all of it takes so much damn time out of my days and it's becoming increasingly more frustrating for me. But I don't know what to do about it because the colors are important and there are a lot of details that would be lost if I only did line art. I just don't know how the hell to simplify this so it's not taking so much time to do, and as long as it takes this much time there's no way I can do more than one update per month, and I really want to get this story moving along faster.

This is a huge conundrum for me and I'm totally lost right now.

[hee-blee-art]

baby eli and his nun moms

[image ID: three digital sketches of sister bart, a slim woman with light skin and short mousy hair; and sister edith, a curvy woman with light brown skin, long curly red hair, and thick eyebrows. the first drawing shows three sets of portraits, the first of them young, the second at the same age but in their nun habit veils, and the third of them older with greying hair and wrinkles. the second drawing is of the two of them standing together as edith holds a small sleeping baby, saying, "isn't she just the most gorgeous thing you've ever seen, sister bart?" bart replies, "just about, my dear, just about," while gazing at edith fondly. the third drawing shows bart lifting the baby high into the air as the baby laughs. end ID]

[butchjesus]

cringefail exorcist

[image ID: three digital drawings of wips and sketches featuring father eli, a young thin priest with light skin and short strawberry blonde hair, in both his normal and monstrous possessed forms. end ID]

[positivelybeastly]

🖤 😂

attractiveness:

repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.

Tony Stark is objectively a handsome man, Hank can appreciate this fact. Strong profile? Check. Excellent hair? Check. Gorgeous when he smiles? Check. Looks great in tank tops, covered in oil, or in thousand dollar tailored suits? Check!

However.

Hank has something he wishes to say himself, as an addendum.

"Shame about the rest of him, really."

personality:

grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.

Honestly, of the genius club, Hank has probably the most fractious relationship with Tony out of them all, going all the way back to the 70s and the time honoured tradition of everyone in that era of Marvel comics being a low (or high!) key cunt to one another. That being said, they've both mellowed out a fair bit in the time since, and while they can certainly bedevil the hell out of one another, I feel like Hank respects Tony. Even if he does, occasionally, think he needs his Cheez-its taken away from him, just to teach him a lesson.

how likely they would have sex with them:

not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.

Definitely not something Hank immediately thinks about when he sees Tony, they're just too wired to be rivals or friends for him to look at him and go, yeah, and he'd certainly be weirded out if Tony started making genuine moves on him, but he's not, you know. Gross or anything. He's just not his first pick. We all know who is.

level of friendship:

never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.

They were on an Avengers team together, that automatically puts them in the 'would die for each other' category, and hell, I can think of at least one direct example of Hank literally telling Tony to let him die rather than put himself or others at risk in classic Avengers, because Hank is like that. That being said, I don't think they spend quite enough time casually to be best friends.

first impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

So, I'm fairly certain the first time they actually met was in the original Avengers vs. X-Men in, like, 1964 or whenever it was, where there was a hack reason to make the two teams fight? But Hank is the kind of person who very much looks up to acclaimed scientists like Bruce, Tony and Hank Pym, and who would admire someone like Iron Man for doing public good, so I'm going with pre-X-Men Hank going off of the public impression of the two halves of Tony's life.

current impression of them:

i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.

Hank has long since learned that Tony Stark is a man of his word, a man of honour, and a man of integrity, even if he can sometimes be a man who needs to learn the value of shutting the goddamn fuck up. He trusts him implicitly. They've worked to save the multiverse together, after all, even if it wasn't exactly a happy time for them.

[orphanheirs]

Ahhh thanks for the tag, @inkhelm!

Rules: Share 15 or fewer lines of dialogue from an OC, ideally lines that capture their character/personality/vibe. Bonus points for just using the dialogue without other details about the scene, but you’re free to include those as well.

This is a little difficult since I have so little of my story written as of yet, so for this I also included some lines lifted from lil comics I've drawn featuring this guy. So some of this might not necessarily be ""canon"" lol. But without further ado, some out of context quotes from my character Tristan:

“Have you ever considered it was the devil who is keeping me alive?”

"Oh!..You burn...grass. Well! I suppose the peasantry must improvise some form of crude illumination.."

"Do keep up. If you do not make haste you shall spoil the game!"

"Oh! Stuff and nonsense! There is a pumpkin on your head."

"uuUGHHH...you are NO FUN!"

"You nick ninny, no-one throws masquerades anymore!"

"No longer will you hang about in the shadows my friend...for tonight shall be your debut into the light!"

"Remember: when in doubt, do as I do."

"Dooooo take care not to break my bones, will you, you dimwitted toad?"

"You yourself said you wished to enter into the bounty of mortal Life..good fellow, here it is! And you will never be a part of it if you recoil at the mere sight!"

"However did you collect such an array of magical, conjuring, alchemical, astrological, mesmeric, esoteric specimens, artefacts, potions of enchantment and bedevilment--!"

"Such specimens must have their origins all around the world to be of such exquisite putridity..."

"One wonders, indeed, what other powers you might possess!! And how and to what end these powers might be harnessed for--but I get ahead of myself, dear fellow."

"Witches eat their familiars once they have done with them you know."

"How positively wretched!" [said gleefully]

Uhhh I'll tag @words-after-midnight, @noplsimastar and @faeriecinna! (sorry if you already did this game)

[nerds-yearbook]

Los Diablos were introduced in El Diablo 3# (cover date November, 1989) and it marked the first appearances of Curtis DeVore and Artemio Villareal. They were created by Gerard Jones and Mike Parobeck. ("Bedeviled", El Diablo 3#, DC Comic Event)