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Tired Lad

6-24 - Fan Art - For Others. This is a super late gift for our lovely void - Clear, we decided to draw him a lovely Aizawa holdin' his good cat Fig, as we'd not yet drawn the creature...~ To add to the background, we also floated about some fig leafs and fruits, and quite like the perspective made with the bandagin' unwinding...~ Super late birthday gift, but we managed to finish it~ Now we just gotta make another, and hope to finish it much, much quicker~ TTvTT ((as well as finishing other late gift pieces)) Helped us figure out things we would and wouldn't do in the future, so hopefully that'll help us get better and quicker...~ Only we and Clear may use, do not steal.

From the Depths | ממעמקים

Part 1: Abyssal Plain

Chapter 1: After the End

@fuure and I are so happy to announce our new multi-part Pacific Rim fic series, From The Depths, on AO3!

This is a passion project of ours and we're so excited to bring it to you! 💙

Authors: @fuure & @piedelune

Fandom: Pacific Rim

Relationships: Hermann Gottlieb x Newton Geiszler

Rating: Mature

Chapter Summary: Two genius scientists, Newton and Hermann, had put aside a fierce rivalry to save the world from the Kaiju. Together they had Drifted — melding their minds — and discovered their hidden feelings for each other in the process. A drunken kiss doesn't prove to be the answer to their confusion though, and neither man emerged from the Drift as unscathed as they would appear.

Excerpt:

Newt picked up the napkin, holding it between himself and Hermann, and looked between his friend and the design — a chaotic, explosive arrangement of orbiting lines and dots — in consideration. “Y’know… I think this’d actually make a really sick tat for you, dude!”

Hermann responded with a double take. “That’s ridiculous,” he protested at once, swaying into the word and snatching the napkin back. “Even if I wanted to, it’s certainly not as if I have the body for it…”

“What?” cried the biologist, louder than intended. “Sorry,” he added quickly when Hermann winced, “but you gotta be - hic - y’gotta be grillin’ my cheese with that shit. Like, would you tell someone they don’t have the right body for ink?”

Hermann hunched his shoulders.

“O-of course not,” he huffed. “I just mean… I’m not… terribly confident in my appearance… I suppose…”

“Hey. Self-confidence? That’s a good reason to get inked,” Newt declared. “Take it from me… it can really make a difference.”

The quiet admission made Hermann lift his head, his gaze sweeping the smaller man up and down in consideration.

“Oh… then, thank you for the advice."

Finding his smile close at hand, Hermann bumped up against Newton’s shoulder, as he’d done when they were celebrating after destroying the Breach. Affection swelled in Newton’s chest, and just like back then, he threw his arm around his friend’s shoulders, squeezing his companion with a fond little shake.

“Any time,” he grinned.

Drunk on love and liquor, they turned towards each other, and their hazy eyes commingled. The erhu sang nearby, bar patrons laughed and chattered around them, glasses clinked together a few tables down — “Yam bui!” — but all seemed to fade away, leaving the two of them the only people in the world in a perfect moment.

Could he really…?

[Betrayal] – end of castlevania s3 hit too close. alucard deserved better.

Authors: fuure, PieDeLune

Fandom: Naoki Urasawa’s Monster

Relationships: Kenzo Tenma / Heinrich Lunge

Word Count: 15,106

Rating: Mature

Tags: Enemies to Friends to Lovers, Enemies to Lovers, Enemies to Friends, Post-Canon, Drink With Me, Drinking, Chance Meetings, Gay, Internalized Homophobia, Hotels, Canon Universe, Forgiveness, Awkwardness, Internal Conflict

Notes: This was our first time writing for Monster! If you liked it, please consider leaving a review! We might write more for this fandom if there's any interest! (provided u want gay pairings.. lmao)-- Clear and Pie

Summary: Lunge and Tenma run into each other six months after Ruhenheim. Former nemeses use the power of alcohol to navigate an awkward social situation, and in the search for a new friend perhaps find something more.CW alcohol use, mild nsfw. M/M.

Excerpt:  "Lunge-san… I don't really know what you're supposed to do at times like this,” Tenma confessed with an apologetic smile. “But I see no reason why we couldn’t be good friends… I sense we have much more in common than we think."

The professor's eyes shifted towards Tenma, breath hitching at that sweet smile, and all at once, his rational thought began to slip away. It was unlike himself to be distracted. Damnit, Tenma was so earnest.

"I made a choice in Ruhenheim,” the older man replied, exhaling uneasily. “I’d like to learn… how making friends works.”

Ever the empath, Dr. Tenma rested a hand on Lunge's shoulder to reassure him.

"There aren’t any textbooks we can learn from; only our experiences,” he pointed out with a pleasant air. “We’ve done alright enough that we're here together… don’t you think?"

It was safe to say that neither of them had been this close to a person who wasn’t dead or dying in a good few months. Instead of the tang of blood, the putrescence of death, the sickliness of disease, there were light, pleasant, masculine scents. Lunge recognized the shampoo Tenma had used — it was the specific mandarine scent that Breidenbacher Hof used in its haircare products. Tenma, for his part, could still detect that crisp and masculine touch of class that Lunge embodied even though they both smelled like beer. Tenma's stomach felt strange when he thought about how nice it was.

From the Depths | ממעמקים

Part 1: Abyssal Plain

Chapter 5: Descent into the Maelström

@fuure and I proudly present chapter 5 of our multi-part Newmann fic, From The Depths! This concludes Part 1: Abyssal Plain, so please stay tuned for Part 2: Glassy Shores!

Authors: @fuure & @piedelune

Fandom: Pacific Rim

Relationships: Hermann Gottlieb x Newton Geiszler

Rating: Mature

Chapter Summary: Desperate to repair their broken bond, Hermann seeks an understanding before Newton leaves for good. Dangling by a spiders' thread is a momentous decision, poised to forever reshape the course of their lives.

Excerpt:

Hermann pawed with shaking hands past a modestly-sized yet rich collection of books both new and old, to where his whiskey lay hidden. It was then a flash of colour caught his eye: a polaroid that had slipped out from between the pages of his copy of 'A Brief History of Time'  where he’d stored it for safekeeping. The little photo fluttered down to the concrete, landing facedown. 

He hesitated picking it up, knowing what was on the other side. Ultimately he chose to embrace the pain, and grabbed it off the floor — he was already in agony. What was a little bit more? 

Turning it over revealed one of the candid photographs taken just before Hercules Hansen had formally commanded the stopping of the War Clock. He was almost still in that exact moment of celebration when Raleigh and Mako, after everyone's unfathomable sacrifices, had sealed the Breach and come back alive to tell the tale. Someone had caught the instant after Hermann had shyly sidled up to Newton's side, and the biologist had lit up like the sun and pulled him in for a one-armed, sideways hug. Hermann hadn't been able to hide his delight. In truth he’d almost cried. 

That precious, intimate moment had been forever captured in history, and now it wrenched at his heartstrings, seeing Newton at his side just radiant with joy. It was the proudest moment of Hermann’s life, because he’d accomplished it together with Newt. They couldn’t have saved the world without each other’s help.

Finding this photograph now of all times felt… cruel. His nose and eyes did sting anew, and he slammed the keepsake onto the cheap pine desk the military afforded to its top scientists. 

Tangible proof that good things really had happened, wasn't it? Just like Newt had fucking said. Gone now. 

Armillary Mew

8-23 - For Others. A surprise for our lovely void, finally drew the lovely catto of his - Hotaru…~ Really enjoyed working on this, that armillary especially was somethin' to not mess up when penning-- Only Fuure and we may use, do not steal.

From the Depths | ממעמקים

Part 1: Abyssal Plain

Chapter 3: The Weight of Absence

@fuure and I proudly present chapter 3 of our multi-part Newmann fic, From The Depths!

Authors: @fuure & @piedelune

Fandom: Pacific Rim

Relationships: Hermann Gottlieb x Newton Geiszler

Rating: Mature

Chapter Summary: Hermann's days are dotted with strange and alarming interactions with the elusive Dr. Geiszler -- until one day the man disappears completely. Anxious to keep Newt from being listed as AWOL, Hermann has to use the memories he absorbed in the Drift to track him down.

Excerpt:

Hermann passed his hand over the cardboard lid of his memory box, and stole a furtive glance at Newton. He was so handsome in a better-styled outfit that it almost felt unfair: gone were the wrinkles, the sloppy necktie, the hand-mended leather jacket and black pinstripe jeans, the chunky steel-toe boots. He had a waistcoat over the dress shirt that flowed seamlessly with fitted, straight-leg trousers and nicer, pointed-toe boots with a hint of a heel.

Hermann wrenched his eyes from Newt’s tapered waist and forced a smile. His palm, damp from anxiety, flexed over his cane’s handle; he longed to apologise for the bad vibes and clear up the misunderstandings that were clearly abundant between them, but he didn't want to scare him away. He certainly didn’t want to become nonverbal again. 

"I've… just been trying to get in touch with you for a while."

Newt sighed. "Yeah…"

"You're looking smart," Hermann said after a pause, then the rest came without thinking. "B-because, when I saw you that night last week, you looked —" 

“You know, looks like I got everything last time I was here. You have fun with your dusty books, my man, I'ma head out."

"Newton, just wait a second — w-wait, damn you!" Hermann snapped, his voice cracking as he hurried over. «For the love of God… please listen to me… for just a minute…»

Why am I always chasing you?!