Edit: This one fffffucking submission was set as hidden when I was uploading my old work, so now the chronological order is all out of wack. Much disappointment.
Not only does Dewott not deserve the sort of physical affection that is embodied by holding hands, he does not even deserve to depict it in a drawing. He does not even deserve to imagine it. Dewott does not deserve to experience any form of positive attention, even within the bounds of fantasy.
Not only does Dewott not deserve the sort of physical affection that is embodied by holding hands, h
Why. Why? Why. Look at him. Look at Dewott. I have said this in other comments to people, and I will say it again in the future. When you look at Dewott, don't you feel the immediate urge to see him hurt? Maybe not necessarily to hurt him yourself--as enjoyable as that would be--but at least to see someone else ensure that Dewott realises that there is no force in the universe both willing and able to provide him a respite from his suffering. That the one person most responsible for his well being wants nothing more than to inflict as much misery upon him as possible. That his entire life will consist of nothing but pain, not just physical pain, but the endless emotional agony of knowing that there is no softness in the world that will bare itself to him, that existence will be nothing but endless hard edges jabbing and slamming against him until his inevitable end. Don't you want to see him struggle in an endless, futile effort to gain the affection of the one person most capable of making life easier for him, his trainer, only to fail again and again and again? Don't you want even the slightest glimpses of hope he experiences to be snuffed out before his eyes, those snatched opportunities for relief invoking perhaps some of the sharpest pains of all? Don't you want to make Dewott cry? Dewott deserves it because the universe calls for his suffering.
Why. Why? Why. Look at him. Look at Dewott. I have said this in other comments to people, and I will
