Haha - I watched this ten times already. The tantrum part is the best.

simswords:

けんじが泣きだしたと思ったらすぐごきげんになりましたw

ママの顔を見て機嫌が直ったんですねー。多分…

Boosting Signals ~ 

kahira:

Haaaiii~~Sorry for not being active lately, been going through quite a lot at home, now it’s all sorted out, and I’m excited to say that I’m applying for this year’s winter Comiket again~~~

I’ve been really into Kancolle recently so haha here we go, hope we get in. New item I’m currently developing is series of Kancolle(艦これ)double sided full body pillows, soon to be available~There are more characters on the way, so please look out for my future post.

If we do get in to C87 then I will sell the R18 copy doujinshi online as well LOL

Another new item is the Free! keychains from Siruphial! If you are our next lucky winner you will be able to choose one of these keychain as your price, for those who’d like to pre-order, please check out the info here: http://kahira.tumblr.com/post/97119248481/siruphial-keychains

Pre-orders for the pillows are also OPEN. $50 no filling, $75 with. Please email me at kagen.hanakai @ gmail.com if you are interested in purchasing~

And now the raffle as usual! 

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Starting now til 9/23 at 11:59pm, as long as you reblog this (or any of my later re-bumps), you will have a chance to win a prize! No follow necessary :D

I will select the winner by the end of 25th.

Once selected you will have the freedom to choose from ANY of the items from my store OR one Free! Keychain from Siruphial.

ps. please note that any Guilt Pleasure’s design will NOT be part of the prize.

Available prizes include (pick one):

  • 1 Mousepad
  • 2 Decals
  • 5 Buttons
  • 1 Iphone case
  • 1 Free! Keychain (shown in photo)

I’ll cover the shipping if you are living in the US, and I will give you a big discount on shipping if you live outside of the states.

Good luck to you all, and Thanks for reblog <3

Kahira

Baltimore Comic Con Appearance

Visit me (Jo Chen) at Baltimore Comic Con, table 119 next weekend Sep 6-7. I will have my commercial prints available as well as limited per-day commissions (head shots only and I can only take the commissions first come, first served) Looking forward to seeing you there!

Please note: Due to time constraints and obligations, I cannot take full commissions nor original art commissions. Head shots of pre-existing comics only.

http://baltimorecomiccon.com/


這個週末9月6-7日我將會參加美國東岸的Baltimore Comic Con,桌位為116. 在地的各位有興趣的話來捧個場哦!
http://baltimorecomiccon.com/

Midnight Snack by Suzume

We are bringing in another writer to work with G|P for additional projects, Namely, the David-centric novels which will parallel ITW timeline (Katsuya will not appear in these novels as that Katsuya is already in Japan).  

Suzume’s a writer whom we’ve known for quite a few years. It was only a couple of years ago when she tried her hands at writing in the GP-verse for “PREY” (NYM addendum short story).  We’ve received great feedbacks on her writing. We are elated to have come to a recent partnership.  

GP will still have a hand in Suzume’s creations so don’t think of the novels as “fanfics”. They will be incorporated into GP-verse as canon.

The novels (with the covers by TogaQ) will be published via KOBO as ebook first with plans of 3-4 books per year, starting this Fall. 

Here’s a scene exercise that Suzume had sent to us that convinced us that David’ll be in good hands. We hope you think so too! More feedbacks for us? Let us know via FB, email or twitter!
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“Can you untie me now?”

David shifted as far as he could with his left wrist lashed to the headboard by the dark tie he’d worn to work that morning. When there was a huffed and quiet laugh given against his bare chest instead of an answer or a solution, David raised an eyebrow. Katsuya looked up; without the glasses to hide behind, his dark eyes were bright through his bangs. “I don’t think you’re interested in bondage at all,” David murmured as he reached out and pushed the strands aside. The words had a laughing lilt. “I think you’re simply a pushover for haute couture.”

“Of course,” Katsuya said, tone mild with an agreement that was completely ruined by the way his voice was husky, slow, like warmed-up molasses. He had only gotten one of David’s hands affixed to the headboard before the still-untied other had found a place that had made his fingers, body, and attentions, slack. “Even though I know you get your ties from the department store.”

“Oh? I thought haute couture was French for Macy’s.”

The streetlamp outside threw bars of orange light across the dark floor of David’s bedroom. Only a few pieces of their two suits were in evidence since they never made it much past the front door before things started to come off. It was like a breadcrumb trail, a path that lead to whatever lucky piece of furniture they’d managed to make it to before getting naked. David had need to replace the towel-rack in his hall bathroom. Twice.

Katsuya settled his chin against David’s chest and David slid his fingers into dark hair mussed by sweat. For a moment the doctor’s nose lowered enough to touch David’s skin and then the man was sitting and stretching to reach the wrist he had tied up over half an hour ago. His knee dug into David’s side as David struggled to get his shoulder blades up against the slatted wooden headboard while pillows bunched under him, bent out of shape from the most recent bout of exercise.

Long fingers slipped over the skin that had been reddened by a decidedly unfashionable poly-blend, a gift from David’s sister, and then the mattress dipped as Katsuya threw the sheets back and climbed off the bed to search the floor for his underwear. David stayed put and fell back to the pillows with a thwump of bed linens, rubbing the wrist that still gave a vague throb with each come and go of his pulse. He appreciated the view; in the electric orange glow from outside, Katsuya’s normally milky skin was a dusky sort of gold. “I’m going to make something to eat,” the doctor said as he surfaced with his briefs in hand, serene and cool as ever. As if they hadn’t just given David an excuse to wash his bedsheets.

Footsteps were soft across the hardwood. The apartment wasn’t large but it was large enough for David. He’d been in the same spot for the last seven years and had no plans to move anytime soon. His last place had been a walk-up in Queens the literal size of a closet; he had been able to cook breakfast while he took a shit. Katsuya would not have been impressed.

Not that much aside from absolute brilliance in the sack seemed to phase the doctor.

The footsteps faded down the hall and the sound of cabinetry opening and closing drifted back to the bedroom. David glanced out the window. It was either too late or too early to be eating, or maybe both. “What are you getting?” David called out from the bed. He rubbed fingertips against his scalp.

“Bacon.”

“Christ,” David said to himself, rolling over to press his face down into the pillow. It smelled like Katsuya and he wondered if it just always smelled like that, now. With a sigh David rolled himself to the edge of the bed and put his feet to the floor, curling his toes down against the cool wood. Winter was going to strongarm Spring just a little longer.

Grabbing a robe, David slipped his arms into it and tied it shut as he made his way to the glow of the kitchen. Katsuya was at the stove; he hadn’t bothered with his slacks but the apron that hung on the back of the kitchen door (Grill Sergeant) was draped around the man’s neck. The sight of the doctor in nothing but black briefs and an apron had David bitting his lip in order to keep his grin to an absolute minimum. He slid his arms around Katsuya, beneath the hanging apron.

“It’s a good look for you.”

Eyes glanced back over a bare shoulder before returning to the task at hand. The pan was warming up; David could see the haze of heat lingering in front of the stove’s tile backsplash. Bacon, the butcher’s paper already peeled open, sat on the counter nearby. David’s lips pressed to skin and his fingers brushed nipples.

Katsuya shifted just so, settling back against David a little more completely. “Are you hungry?”

“I’m always hungry.” The words were pressed against Katsuya’s neck.

“Why don’t I think you’re talking about the bacon?” Tongs were picked up and five strips went into the skillet, each with a sizzle.

David laughed and pinched the nipples that had risen in response to his touch. There was never an issue of appetite, not when it came to Katsuya. David would take seconds, thirds, as many servings as he could manage. So far, Katsuya had been only more than happy to comply. “Hmm…” David teethed the sound around Katsuya’s earlobe. “Well, what I’m thinking about is meat and it can be salty…”

A judicious amount of elbow was put into his stomach. David huffed a chuckle but only shuffled to the side, sliding his hands down a flat stomach and into the waistband of Katsuya’s underwear. He wrapped his fingers around the organ he found, soft, but there was no question that it was beginning to take interest. With his chin rested on Katsuya’s shoulder, David felt the man take a deep breath.

“I am cooking.”

“I’m. I’m cooking.”

Katsuya laughed. David loved the sound of it, that elusive, ringing tone. If only he could prompt it more often, pry away that shell that Katsuya wore so well. He molded his fingers around the cock he held onto and chuckled at the shift of hips that was his reward for dragging a thumb across the warm head. David turned his face into the mess of Katsuya’s hair. It smelled like his pillow. “Round 2?” The lengthening flesh in his hand seemed to agree.

Katsuya turned into David just enough that they were nose to nose and then mouth to mouth; Katsuya’s tongue flicked against his lips and then slipped between them. By the time he pulled away, David felt a bit winded. The man could certainly kiss when he had a mind to. “Come back to bed,” David murmured.

“The bacon.”

David made an errant, questioning sound even as his teeth caught, and then lost, Katsuya’s lower lip. Despite being able to smell the food now that the slices were beginning to crisp in the fat, it simply was not a top priority.

“I can’t leave the bacon.”

Here was something that always made David’s heart pound in a slightly erratic beat; the quick flash of defiance in Katsuya’s eyes. It was the sliver of something that ran far deeper than the put-together Doctor Asano that was presented during most of the man’s waking hours.  It was the steel at the core of him. “So,” Katsuya said, “you’ll just have to figure something out.”

David chuckled and ran his nose along the smooth curve of Katsuya’s jaw up to his ear. “I accept the challenge.”

If it was strange to feel the chill of the kitchen floor under his knees or to be brushing aside an apron to hook down Katsuya’s underwear, all to the smell of bacon (which David was quite sure he’d never be able to eat again without some kind of embarrassing physical reaction), but they were all details less important than the single one in front of him.

Katsuya’s hand slid into his hair and the pads of his fingers rubbed against David’s scalp, curled around the back of his head and under the ridge of his skull. The pressure was light but insistent even though David was already leaning forward. He slipped his mouth around the head of the cock he’d pulled free and was sinking lower, bobbing to slick the thick organ down with spit. Katsuya rocked half a step back and David put one palm against the stove door to steady himself as the other grabbed the back of a strong thigh. Katsuya tasted like sweat and salt and there was something about it that David liked—the doctor was always fastidious, meticulous. It was in the way he kept himself clean and neat and in the way he straightened his files with precise motions of his long fingers. There was something endearing about all of it, but part of David couldn’t help but think it was just like the man’s suits: a distraction. An armor. More walls. David preferred this, something a little more real.

Breathing through his nose, he pressed himself forward until he had the weight of Katsuya’s cock on his tongue and the hot head against the back of his throat. Spit flooded his mouth with the effort and he tried to swallow the salty, thick smear of taste at the back of his tongue but only managed a fluttering spasm of muscles. Katsuya’s fingers tightened spasmodically, pinching strands of hair.

“David—”

His name was cut off when David swallowed again; the last consonant slipped from between Katsuya’s lips as a syllabant hiss. David’s fingers loosened from the thigh they held and slid, tracing inward along the soft southern fold where Katsuya’s ass met his leg.

Pulling back, David tongued spit from the corners of his mouth and sucked at the head of the thickening cock bobbing so close to his face, lapping after the folded fork of flesh that slid across his bottom lip. He wasn’t the most consummate giver of head on the planet, but he’d never had complaints. What David lacked in finesse he made up for in enthusiasm— which was a claim made world-round, of course, but there was a truth in it that was undeniable, so long as you enjoyed what you were doing.

Who you were doing.

David chuckled around Katsuya’s cock and earned a twitch of the heavy organ on his tongue, a twist of the fingers in his hair. The smell of bacon permeated everything but David never would have made much of a vegetarian anyway.

Hand leaving the oven door, he shifted his knees and wrapped fingers around the sharp curve of Katsuya’s hip. His thumb dug into the taut stretch of muscle that made a neat shelf of either side of the man’s lower stomach. David had little problem worshipping Katsuya in the most fundamental of ways; he liked to think that he took care of himself, but the doctor almost made him feel out of shape.

David’s nose brushed the soft skin just under Katsuya’s navel and he pressed lips there as he let his attention wander from the man’s cock; that warm, velveteen hardness—his own spit drying on the length—rested against his cheek. Katsuya’s fingers climbed through his hair and he breathed out, the words a soft kind of content, “I thought you were going to do this quickly.”

“You’re really more worried about burning the bacon than getting a blow job?” David’s fingers ghosted between Katsuya’s legs, rubbing over the drop of his balls and then further back. The man shifted, but the motion was impeded by the underwear still around his thighs.

Katsuya murmured something that went unheard by David before his cock was against David’s lips, pushed down by one hand at the base, the other guiding his head forward with a gentle sort of insistence. It made David’s own recently-spent cock twitch against his thigh under the light material of his robe. He smeared the warm head with his lips before parting them obediently. His fingers slipped beneath Katsuya’s and wrapped around the base of the man’s cock. Katsuya relented, his hand falling to his side.

With each bob down Katsuya’s length, David could feel the man’s thighs tense under his fingers. If he thought that it would have taken long due to the romp between the sheets that had occurred not even an hour before, he was wrong. Katsuya was thick in his mouth, demanding in his hair, and in very little time coming with a tight shiver of muscles and breath. David swallowed the bitter taste that splashed against the back of his throat and sunk backward onto his heels, fingers prying at the corner of his mouth.

“Guess I don’t need a midnight snack after a—”

The words were stopped with the press of Katsuya’s mouth to his and David’s eyes widened and then lowered to close as a tongue slipped across his lips. “Hmm,” he offered as Katsuya pulled back and reached for his underwear for the second time that night. “A man could get ideas.” There was the elastic sound of Katsuya’s waistband and David rose from his kneel with a chuckle. The bacon was flipped belatedly; they were a little too crisp for his tastes, now. He leaned against the counter.

“I’m still going home tonight.” Katsuya didn’t spare a glance in his direction, but his voice was still the soft tone that he’d slowly developed over nights spent in each other’s company. A voice David only ever heard when they were alone.

The detective gave a shrug. “Suit yourself. It took me a year to get you into bed, what’s another few months spent getting you to stay there?”

Laughing, he dodged the poke of tongs that Katsuya sent his way.

^0^ Baby is so cute ~~~~~ 

simswords:

Continued from yesterday.

Baby Kenji’s daily life.

Going for a walk with Mother Katsuko.

It’s VERY happy  for baby Kenji to spend the daytime with Mother Katsuko, because David who is baby Kenji’s enemy went to work and he isn’t at home.

Baby Kenji is crying after having a afternoon nap because of hunger.

He satisfied his hunger with baby food.

Then, he learns how to walk by using the baby-walker that Mother Katsuko bought for him.

※またMさん(昨日の翻訳と同じ方)に翻訳ご協力頂きました。ありがとうございます!

昨日の続き。

赤ちゃんけんじの日常。

ママとお散歩。けんじにとっては仕事で邪魔者(パパ)がいない昼間はママと一緒にいられる至福の時間ですw

昼寝の後、お腹が空いたと泣いてしまうけんじ。ベビーフードを食べてお腹が満たされました。

その後、歩行の訓練用にママが買ってきた歩行器で歩き方を覚えます。

が、この歩行器で練習すると異常なペースで歩き方をマスターしてしまい「!?」と思って焦りました;

検索してみると同様の現象が起こっている人がいたのでどうやらこれはEAの設定ミスか仕様だと思います…。

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callmesatochi asked: Sry if this is a dumb question, but is there going to be a third manga for ITW? (one and two were absolutely amazing)

You will have so much ITW releases that you’ll be sick of it. Don’t worry. There’ll be 3+ mangas.

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stephanita-michalski asked: Hi, I love Shinohara x Katsuya XD, need more of them, I like David but I prefer Shinohara with Katsuya. Please I want the chapter 12 of ITW.. When does the next chapter come out? :)

We are back working on it now. It may be into late September when it’ll be done.

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haiyensusan0204 asked: Dear Guiltpleasure, I knew your work from my friend, she loved In these Words and artbook by TogaQ so much and introduced me about this manga. I find in Amazon Eng and Japan to buy it, but I dont understand when I found it was published by Tokyopop with German languare, with paperback and hardcover (different cover). But when I find Janpan version, I dont understand volume 2 had 2 cover (the color of background were different) . p.s: I really want ask a lot of question 'cause love your artwork:)

ITW’s licensed in French, Germany, Korean, Japan as well as English and Chinese.  The cover may vary by the publishers for the subtle difference between their release from other publishers’ releases.

We will be releasing ITW2 in English and Chinese this winter via our own website. 

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romantic-izinq asked: I'm sorry if I am so persistent about this, but will David be appearing soon in ITW? I'm sorry! Much love! <3 <3 <3

Not for awhile. 

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lokidonahornyway asked: Sorry I've no idea if those have ever been asked but is it planned to release all your other works besides ITW in germany? book 1 and 2 of ITW were such a true pleasure to read and a real bless for my heart. Such nice work! I'd really like to read/see more of your works!

That, you’d have to write to TokyoPop Germany to ascertain. As much as we’d like to go to print in as many languages as possible - this is dependent on the publishers who can bear the burden of translation and distribution. :)