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On Nymphs and Minotaurs 🐂🍃2/2
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February 8, 2025 at 7:59 PM
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Set 2 of 2

(I feel this has similarities in pose, pacing, etc to other nsfw fan comics I've done but I will forgive myself for being a little repetitive when rusty)

#donotarchive #jonelias
(A continuation of a comic from a previous post) Jonathan sims leans towards the viewer, previously implied to be Elias Bouchard's perspective. Jon's one arm comes forward, still holding on to Elias' scarf off panel. His other, free hand, holds a stiff, beseeching posture. The worm-scars, on his forearms and now more visible on his face, that now resemble eyes are flared wide and hold tension around the edges. The darkening and his sclera and eye bags has become 'clotted', stark and textured like ink, and the brightness of his pupils blur the edges of those openings. He leans his head forward, eyebrows raised (Facial body language for posing a question), and wears an expression of disbelieving frustration. Wrinkles in his forehead squish into the vague shape of a third eye. At the top left, a blurry word bubble repeats the shape and parts of the last panel's last word bubble, showing the right half of the words 'ELIAS BOUCHARD -'. They lead in to another, more abstract word bubble, in the shape of a swirling eyeball and iris, that is partially formed by floating, contorting longer pieces of Jon's hair that have come loose from the rest, with text rendered with zigzagging lines, like a buzzing sound's wave form, saying "What could I say to make you cum in the next five minutes?" This is followed by a standard word bubble that trails off to the right of the panel, saying "Because -" Elias Bouchard, viewed at an angle implied to be Jon's perspective, is held wrenchingly tight by Jon's hand twisting his scarf and the lapels its wound around. His head leans back as his shoulders are pulled forward. A faint blush sits on his cheek bones and his mouth hangs open and down, mildly slack-jawed. One of his hands is reaching up half-way from where it was once in his pocket, coming up towards Jon's arresting arm. A jagged aura halos his head, behind his shoulders, mimicking the texture of the muscle fibers in an iris. Two spires connect from the jacked effect, across Elias' temples and white, un-rendered eyes. Sweat breaks out on his hairline. Faintly the same 'Because-' word bubble appears in the background, to place the panel as nearly simultaneous to the previous panel. Back to Elias as the Viewer's perspective, focused on Jon. He continues his rant from the last word bubble, 'Because -', either not noticing or not caring about Elias' reaction to his empowered questions. His word bubble starts as normal, and is broken up by the intensely-renderd curse-word, drawn like a rapidly flickering bit of text on an old tv, poorly broadcast over airwaves, then continues as a normal bubble: "- I am going to pluck out SOME-one's blessed-cursed eyes, IF I do not get at least 10 of my 15 minutes off today for a ' FUCKING ' SMOKE BREAK." His whole upper body twists inward in frustration, his beseeching hand clutching inward convulsively, his neck contorted and his lip bitten harshly in the middle of the phoneme shape for the F sound. The inverse tones of his eyes are rendered more faded, his floating hair falling back down, and a vague eye shape rolls sideways, like his main eyes, in a small wrinkle in the center of his forehead. From a perspective slightly over Jon's head. Elias leans forward over Jon's clutching hand and tangle of scarf at his chest, hunched and shaky. He holds on to the arm that pulls him down and forward, and braces himself over Jon's desk. His hair is disheveled compared to earlier in the comic, and representations of steamy heat come off the back of his head and neck. One of his eyes has flipped tonal value as well, at the effect of the power on him, and a splotchy blush darkens the center of his face. Sweat rests at his temples and trailing bits of hair, while a giddy, victorious, and undignified grin opens up his face. His word bubbles trail, spaced out, down from the top of the panel: "Well..... Ha-hhh. Exactly... Hh. THAT."
January 20, 2025 at 6:00 AM