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What is SubscribeStar?

It is a NSFW equivalent of Patreon. There are tiers you can subscribe to in order to earn different benefits. My page currently has two tiers:

$5 Tier - This will get you NSFW version of public images, WIPs of illustrations, subscriber-exclusive illustrations, and polls to choose characters and scenarios for future content.

$10 Tier - This will get you everything from the $5 tier as well as WIPs of comics, NSFW comic pages, and subscriber-exclusive comics.

What's on there right now?

At the moment there is almost everything that used to be available on Gumroad. There are censored/uncensored versions of comics, like Lake Calehad, and illustration collections, like Meditation Gone Wrong. The page is still pretty new but will be added to regularly.

If you're interested in checking it out, you can find it here: https://subscribestar.adult/heimlich-heathen

Hello everyone! Sorry I haven't been super active on here lately. Life has been quite busy and as it stands, money is extremely tight. Therefore, I am coming on here not only to reaffirm that my commissions are currently open, but I am also going to be hosting a sale.

From now until my finances are more stable, every order will be 10% off. If you spend $500+, that will increase to 20% off. (That can be through multiple illustrations/orders, but you have to pay for them at one time to get the increased discount.)

If you're interested, you can check out my pinned post for prices or check out my DeviantArt if you're familiar with that. You can also PM me for any questions you have.

I'm in an alley. It's dark and rainy and I can't seem to find my way. My eyes are unfocused, my gait unsteady, and I'm close to collapsing. Was it that last pill I took? Or was it something in my drink? Regardless, I go down, gasping and gripping my chest as I feel my heart start to thunder behind my ribs.

I am in no rush when I step outside, following you. I light up a cigarette under my umbrella as I watch you walk slower and slower. When it looks like you're about to go down, I walk calmly and carefully guide you to the nearby alley. I look like I'm helping a drunk friend.

I sit you down against the wall and text our extraction driver. He'll park the van here. I finish smoking my cigarette watching your mouth open and close like a fish, rainwater gathering inside just to drip out the corner of your mouth. Wet gasps escape your throat as you try spit it out.

"Be less noisy, will you?" I throw the butt of the cigarette to the side, hold your face and push smoke tinged air down your lungs. I can see it helps, but your eyes are still rolling back, your hands losing strength around your chest. "Don't be so dramatic. It won't hurt for long."

I give you another round of air. My instructions are to not do that, but they last half as long if I don't. And it's better if they last. One hand over yours, I push your chest against the wall, half as fast as normal CPR. I'm not trying to correct the pounding rhythm that is jumping against my hand. I can see you slipping away, as we intended to. Your hands fall to your side, your lips turning blue. Just before the last sparkle dulls from your eye and the van starts backing up into the alley I whisper: