#escape!au

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Hi hello everyone. I've updated my NSFW sketchbook/zine!!! It's got twice the content than it did before, including some brand new I just drew it over the last few days to help even out the page numbers art!!

I've also added in some less spicy yet still gay art to it too, so that all my most powerful shippy art is in one location.

You can read more about this update, and pick up the sketchbook for free, on the itchio page!!

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{{Shorty starter for @anoldsoldier shh were not playing favorites.

Ace and Bill escaped a trial. Ace held the injured soldier up keeping him from falling as they walked seemingly endlessly walked. “This is odd..” Ace stated noting the long walk.

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happy sam birthday, i offer u an escape!au sam gift. he is wrapped, trust me.

(unfortunately for tumblr) it got a tad spice so if you’re 18+ and wanna see the full version, you can head over to bisexualvending on twitter

and everyone here gets to enjoy a blushy boy!!! ouo

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escape sammy with his hair up?

for when he just doesn't wanna deal with people having opinions about his hair

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Desperate Escape || Drabble

Frederick Chilton stood in the doorway, gazing in on a man lying in a hospital bed. He was surrounded by a host of monitors with half a dozen different cables, wires and hoses snaking around the bed and connecting into the wall. Oxygen puffed into his nostrils next to a small line fed nutrients into his stomach, while the slow and measured beep indicated the patient's heart rate.

Chilton was being released from the very same hospital. He was already wearing dress slacks and a pale blue shirt. His skin was also an unhealthy shade of grey, color would reappear in time, he was told. Walking toward the bed, Frederick opened and closed a hand. It would be so easy to just put a pillow over his head. Suffocate him. Then Abel Gideon would be no more.

Just then a nurse strode in to check up on the patient. He ignored Chilton and went straight to the monitor, looked at the figures and checked the fluids that drained into an IV in Abel's arm. Quickly making some notes on a clip board, he left as suddenly as he arrived, leaving the room without uttering a word.

Chilton pushed his murderous plot from his mind. He would surely be caught. But once Abel was well enough he would be taken into custody by Maryland State Corrections and returned to Baltimore. He smiled again. Then Frederick would have him. There would be nothing that the prisoner could do. The chief of staff nearly chuckled with delight. Oh, all the things he could come up with to torture Gideon with...

Frederick brought a hand up to the fabric of his shirt, feeling fresh scar that ran from his collar bone to his navel. "What you did to me will be nothing once I have gotten through with you, Gideon," he smirked, voice gravely. "You think you are so clever... Just wait. Oh, how you will suffer." He turned and stalked out of the room.

Abel Gideon's eyes slowly opened after Frederick left. He tested the restraint on his left wrist. He had lost weight since being admitted, the leather cuff was loose. It wouldn't take much to work his hand free. 

The patient had been conscious for some time now. It was difficult not calling for aid and receiving pain medication for the wound on the side of his head, but at least the swelling had gone down to a considerable degree and now it was tolerable. His vision was no longer blurry. 

Soon he would have to make his escape. Abel just hoped that his muscles hadn't atrophied to the point of making it hard to move around. He had been exorcising his legs when no one was around, in the middle of the night, just in case. 

He needed to be able to walk straight, appearing normal, if he was to get out of the hospital and slip into the masses when a shift change occurred, Abel needed to move quickly and confidently. 

One of his nurses was male. Good. It would make it easier to steal a uniform and slide out of the hospital ward that way. All the better that he had lost weight. These skinny young nurses would make for tight scrubs, otherwise. 

Abel leaned forward slightly and began looking around the room, wondering what would be the best item to use to knock out a young man half his age...