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They were killed by Azure accidentally in self defense. The Spectre then resurrected them and now Time believes they were chosen. The Spectre (who disguises as the Spawn) tells Two Time that killing survivors is the only way to free them from their mortal shackles and bring them into the Spawn’s arms.

Sketchy design under the cut

REMEMBER THALIA AND HER REACTION ABOUT APOLLO

AND NOW LOOK AT WHAT UNCLE RICK PULLED IN THE COURT OF THE DEAD

by the age of just over 50, robby believed he had long left behind the years of spontaneous (and embarrassing) workplace erections. in fact, he thought he'd left behind the years of not needing a small blue pill to get it up all together- after all, he'd had numerous seven week flings up until that same year, and he certainly hadn't managed to pop any boners naturally even when he had been aroused. that was just how it was, to be approaching your mid fifties.

so when robby watched dennis bend over one day during a shift to scoop spilled papers off the floor, and the trousers of his scrubs pulled sinfully and tightly over his ass, showing it off quite nicely, robby had planned to file away that delicious view and think of it later that evening as the pair had sex. he certainly didn't expect any adverse reaction in that moment worse than a blush and a sweaty face.

his body, for the first time in at least a decade, disagreed. there was a moment of shock and then dreaded realisation as he felt his blood rush south and his pants tighten as his cock decided that *now*, at 11.43am on shift, was the time he needed to have a dennis-induced erection. he hadn't just chubbed up slightly either- he cursed under his breath as he realised he was firming up to full hardness.

even as he swore and got hard, he couldn't take his eyes off of dennis, still on the floor, now with his scrub top slightly riding up on his pale back. that was the final straw for robby, and he could feel his cock physically throb at the sight of his boyfriend in such an alluring way.

fuck! he hadn't had such a spontaneous erection in years, and now all it took was dennis in a vaguely compromised position and he was hard as a rock, like some sex-driven intern! (dennis would argue robby was very sex-driven, but that was neither here nor there.)

he turned on his heel and walked as fast as possible towards the bathroom, yanking the sides of his zip up hoodie down to try and hide the unmistakable bulge in his pants. fuck, fuck, fuck. he slammed himself into a cubicle and smacked his head on the plastic door with a groan, willing it to go down again. when he'd delighted in feeling so much younger the other day, he'd meant his mood and happiness now dennis was his boyfriend, not his ability to get an erection while on shift!

he froze when the door to the bathroom opened.

"robby?"

of course it was dennis. of *course* it was. robby felt himself get impossibly harder at the sound of his boyfriends voice.

"perlah and princess told me they saw you run in here? is everything okay? they said you looked very red....."

🕛 happy new year 🕛