Pants On Fire

Idia remains my muse.

TW for shock collar usage, captivity, yandere, a nonconsensual kiss, and Ortho involvement. Again, he isn't the main subject, but he and Idia kind of come in a pair. A totally platonic pair.

He’s getting better at it. He’s less mean now, but you have to wonder if that is maybe Ortho’s doing more so than his. 

You have a collar now. If you step within two feet of the door you get zapped and Idia gets notified. You did it by accident once and he was livid when he got out of class. So you started staying in one place after he leaves with Ortho. You’re okay with it.

Right now, you’re sitting on the bed, waiting. It’s been a month since you first ended up here and it’s time to figure out how and why. 

You start with the how. Idia was walking with Ortho. You bumped into Idia because you weren’t watching where you were going. Your vision went dark and you woke up in this room. 

The why is more difficult. You’re sure that it can’t be because he hates you, since kidnapping someone you hate is a little weird. It can’t be for a ransom, since Crowley could care less if anything happened to you. You’re certain it isn’t love, either, since he’s so adamant that it couldn’t be love. 

It doesn’t matter either way. You have to figure a way out of here so you can figure out a way to get home. That’s all you want.

“We’re home!” Ortho chirps, coming over to sink his little robotic fingers into your hair and fluff it up, “Did you miss us?”

“Hi, Ortho.”

Idia is more imposing than his brother, honey toned eyes narrowing as he smiles at you. He crosses the room and presses a thumb into your chin. 

You’re never sure what  to expect from Idia. He lives in a dichotomy, a dual existence that consists of his everyday self and his online persona. It depends on when you interact with him. 

“Hello.” You say to him.

The idia you’re speaking to has just gotten back from class. The Idia you’re talking to has just suffered through hours of being talked at. 

He bends down and presses his lips against yours, in front of Ortho, god, and everybody. 

All of the sudden, you think you know the reason you’re here.

Part 1, It Can't Be Love

Question to Kumanji *Inhale*

How...*AHEM* Often...do you..uh....french kiss? o///o

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Imagine « they’re not talking » but only for a week and then this happens:

Bonus

"Shut up!" (for toji to push aiden against a wall and kiss them to make them shut up.)

crimson lust! and the taste of mere fight dissolved once lips connected together in a dangerous intercourse.;; fingers were still tightly clasped around the grip of the personal pistol, however the short reality allowed aiden to use his other arm to pull Toji closer.;; coldness that was assigned to the other disappeared and the warmth of his sculpture covered the younger like a blanket. teeth ;; still hungry for blood -- with the sudden kiss came a sudden violence in the form of bitting, therefore, as soon as the bottom lip of other man was stuck between wetness and hardness, aiden offered a childish chuckle. like a prison, the mouth was released and to not allow the scenery to end, blond aimed his attention at the visible scar. tongue trailed, finally immersing itself in the taste of sweat and blood.

" will you cook for me in the morning and buy me flowers?" so sweet, but still so cold. with a smile of an angel, the gun's muzzle brushed against back of toji's head. shame, what a shame! is this the end?

" they pay a lot for your head.. dead or alive...I can only imagine how good you would look in the pool of your own blood....kiss me again." // @mcwscollective

so how about that durge

the House of the Sewn Tongue, the Jawless Skull of the Ninth House or Anastasia performing homebrew mandible surgery

I like theories that she had a sewn tongue after failed lyctorhood or the tomb

Idk how much is this possible but I wanted to draw this idea, let Anastasia spill the tea

RICK + MICHONNE in The Ones Who Live s1.3 // The Walking Dead s7.5

There’s something horrifyingly beautiful about Tess’s final moments. In the midst of the most dire chaos, as she waits for her death to come rushing past so she can blow it sky high and give cordyceps a big fuck you one last time, one of the infected stops. It looks at her, really looks. Her own mortality is personified in this infected. It’s death that’s looking at her, and it sees her. She looks her own death in the eye, and the suspense is so high as it approaches. But then, it doesn’t bite her throat out like we all expect it to.

It kisses her. What’s more, it kisses her gently. And I think it was a brilliant choice on the writers part, because it reminded me that the infected aren’t supposed to be evil. Sure, they’re scary as hell, but really, they’re just trying to survive. They’re connected to one another, they can feel each other from miles away. They seek out and want to be close to their own kind, just like the human survivors do. And when they do find each other, they kiss hello.

And after so long apart from a loved one, someone you know and trust with every instinct in your body, wouldn’t you want to kiss them too?

TGCF Vol 3, Chp. 43 - 44 (First "Kiss") Part 2 / 5 (First, Next)

Next part is finally done! Xie Lian's inner monologue kills me.

Novel excerpt under the cut:

[denotes panel #]

[1, 2] Xie Lian blinked, trying desperately to bat away the thousands upon millions of lingering crystalline bubbles. [3] Then he found himself caught by a pair of strong arms. [4, 5] One hand circled his waist, and the other grasped his chin. [6] In the next second, something cold and soft covered his lips. [7]In that instant, Xie Lian's eyes bulged. Never in his life had anyone treated him like this. First, no one dared, second, no one could. However this person was swift like the devil and had appeared so suddenly that he had no chance to defend himself before he'd been plunged into such a state. [8, 9] Flustered, he thrashed and desperately tried to push the person away. [10] Instead, he only succeeded in choking on large mouthfuls of water as string after string of bubbles escaped his mouth like crystal beads. Of course, this was a big mistake underwater. [11] The hands round his waist only tightened, pressing their bodies closer together, and Xie Lian's struggling hands were firmly folded and crushed against his own chest, trapping them in place. [12] His lips, too, were securely sealed. The kiss deepened, and with it, a breath of cool, gentle air was transferred into his mouth. [13, 14, 15] Completely helpless and at a loss, just as Xie Lian began to accept his fate, he finally saw the person's face clearly. [16] It was Hua Cheng. [17] The moment he realized it was Hua Cheng, he stopped struggling. Innumerable random thoughts popped into his mind, all inappropriate for the time and place, such as : So it was Hua Cheng! No wonder he's cold. [18] Ghosts don't need to breathe, but he can still transfer air to me?! [19] Don't ghosts sink in the water? [20] Hua Cheng suddenly opened his eye. [21, 22] Staring into that dark eye from such an intimate distance, Xie Lian froze again, then resumed struggling, his arms flailing like a duck so clumsy it was drowning. [23, 24] Hua Cheng easily corralled those thrashing limbs, and with his arm still firmly locked around Xie Lian's waist, Hua Cheng took him and speedily swam upward.

" All I wanted was to go home with you. "

QUEEN OF TEARS 눈물의 여왕 (2024)

thinkin abt how you just cling to your stepbrother!satoru. it doesn’t matter if his girlfriend is around or that his peers find your infatuation with him strange. — you love him.

satoru knows he should tell you off about how it’s not okay for you to kiss him on the lips or prance around the house in just a t-shirt that barely covers your ass, but he doesn’t.

When his girlfriend told him how you shouldn’t act that way towards him, he shrugs it off and tells her that you grew up without a brother so you think its normal; thats a lie and he knows it.

satoru is the reason why, you act like this now. he is just as twisted as you are. he won’t admit it because well, he doesn’t care too.

how is it his fault that his sweet little sister relies on him for love? something she should be finding in a romantic lover, not him. he tried, he really did. but fuck, how could he not corrupt you, especially when you would look at him with those sweet puppy dog eyes.

fast forward to 2 months later after the conversation with his girlfriend, he should feel guilty about how he lied to his partner, but he doesn’t not when he has you drooling on his cock like this; spit smeared all over your pretty little face, your eyes are wide and glossed over and hair all over the place.

the sight before him is enough evidence for satan himself to sentence satoru too hell. he shouldn’t be in your room let alone seated on your baby pink bed sheet fucking your throat like this. no, not at all.

“fuck me, you are one dirty little girl.” he groans out as he taps the tip of his dick on your cheek. you say nothing, pulling at his leg signaling him to hurry up.

he lets out a laugh, “such a greedy little thing.” he picks you up off the floor and seats you on his lap, his cock slotted in between your folds; your hands fall against his shoulders, gripping his tshirt. “toru , p-please”

“be patient puppy, can you do that for me?” he asks, you nod your head in agreement. he positions his self perfectly against your slit, he begins rocking your hips back and forth so that the head of his cock catches your clit. you try to silence your cries, but you can’t not when it feels this good.

“oh my-my god.” you fall forward, chest pressed up against his panting in his ear. “yeah? it feels good, doesn’t it?” his hand comes down leaving a harsh smack against your ass.

you say nothing, arms wrapped tightly around your brothers shoulders with your eyes shut tight, trying to focus on your release. “gonna, m’ gonna cum toru” just as you tell him, he is slowing down your hips and pulling away “th-that is’nt fair” you whine, you try grinding against him again but he has a iron grip on your hips making you unable to move.

“play nice doll, i will give you what you want. i promise” he has a whicked grin plastered on his face, he tlits his head and brushes a strand of hair behind your shoulder, leaning down and sucking a big deep red hickey on your shoulder blade, you gasp as he is pulling away “but you have to let me stick the tip in.”

"Never be Alone"

Started on the sixth of January and planned to be finished on the fourteenth, but landed up not doing that. Somewhere on the sixteenth, I basically said "haha whoops" and pumped out twenty panels. According to Procreate, it took 15 hours and 37 minutes to finish Panels 1-10; 27 hours and 15 minutes on Panels 11-20; and 34 hours and 8 minutes for Panels 21-30.

In total, I have no idea. I just know it took some serious time.

Unlike with She's Gone, I wrote a script. Well, all I wrote was dialogue and some minor actions for Panels 5-23, though lines were changed "in post." Everything else was by the seat of my pants. However, I can say for sure that I was planning on ending it with N being hopeful, but all I had room for was him crying. He cannot catch a break.

(also to those who suspected uzi was still in there, guess you were right all along.)

This post inspired me

HADES 2 + Characters

ZEUS || DEMETER || HEPHAESTUS || POSEIDON APHRODITE || ARTEMIS || APOLLO || SELENE

draw your otp and the third wheel who’s sick of their bs