chag "suck her dick sunday" sameach

yes, he was hungry. he’d been having to ration strictly this week. the food pantry on campus hadn’t had its thanksgiving pity bump.

but he was starving for air. he’d been wearing this binder too long, and he felt like he couldn’t get a full breath. suffocating on his own had become his normal.

he was starving for touch. it had been so long since he’d been hugged. robby had been touching his neck and shoulders, but going up to the eighth floor every night after his shifts seemed to wash those away, even if he hadn’t had a real shower in who knows how long. (dennis remembered. it was last thursday when he snuck in behind someone at the campus gym. that had been five days ago.)

dennis couldn’t afford tape. he couldn’t afford a nicer binder. he couldn’t even afford fucking food that wasn’t charity. dennis was starving.

then robby found him.

he just…appeared. appeared in the doorway of the dilapidated wing and took dennis’s burdens as his own. opened his home to this stray with an incomprehensible past.

and dennis was no longer hungry. robby fed him. and just kept feeding him. he made dennis’s dinners and packed his lunches and had him drink a gross meal replacement drink for breakfast when he said real food made him nauseous that early.

dennis didn’t even know men like robby knew what transtape was, but it was there one day at the foot of his bed. (dennis had a bed now! with sheets that were clean!) robby had put it on a subscription. dennis always had some. his ribs didn’t feel like they were poking his lungs anymore.

and he touched dennis. not in a bad, dirty way. in a way that made dennis feel warm and held. he let dennis lean on him when he was tired and brought dennis into his chest when he’d had a hard day.

Last year, I redrew my old Hades 2 fanart! love myself some sexy iconic bisexual polyromantic siblings from hell 😌❤️‍🔥

timelapse and detailed process breakdown of the drawing on my patreon!

old version from 2022 under the cut btw!

enough. stop with the shock value. there is no need to insert THE CREATURE; the benign concept of such a world is horrifying enough. not even in urgency, but just in banal, everyday interaction. imagine you meet someone and their timer says two years. not tomorrow, not urgently soon, but two years. enough to do quite a lot. they could fall in love in that time - could they get engaged? have a baby? you might otherwise get to know them, befriend them, but perhaps you opt not to, make a conscious choice not to invest in your own grief. what balancing act would every individual person have to participate in - I have ten years, is that long enough to be a good mother to children? is that long enough to secure a caretaker for my own mother? my wife will die a few months before me. my newborn’s timer reads nineteen years.

some robby studies because I've been feeling awful lately and he brings me comfort :')

some of the rooms have fully stocked pantries with cooking equipment, some have movies like the one described above, some have books you're allowed to just take but people always put back- every day people bring things from the outside. artists often set up galleries there. there are rooms with mattresses and hammocks set up for people to sleep. one of the room is just a place where people leave shoes for the fun of it.