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'The Devil in Me saw the God in You'

i wanted to try redrawing of an older piece of my husband Clear's! (@fuure) :3 he helped me so much with this piece as well, thank u sweet bun ! this was really fun to work on and sebawill is so underrated 😤💖✨

Grounded Ghost

12-24 - For Others - Gift. For our lovely void, the Ever-Changing Entity helps to keep the Ghost grounded...~ Appreciate and adore, don't want you to fade into the rainy mist...~ Only we and Clear may use, do not steal.

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

Chapter 2: Ships in the Night

Authors: @fuure01 & @piedelune

Fandom: Pacific Rim

Relationships: Hermann Gottlieb x Newton Geiszler

Rating: Mature

Chapter Summary: Hermann’s behaviour following their kiss leads to clashes in the laboratory. When they meet at the grand memorial for those lost in the Kaiju War, he has a chance to make amends, but every step he takes forward, Newton takes two back.

Excerpt:

The stained handkerchief fell from Hermann's mind until after they were in an old cab and finally heading back home. He jolted suddenly, stirring them from their comfortable reverie. «I just remembered!! I, I m-meant to give this back to you… after that time,» he apologised in their native German, pressing the rag into his companion’s hand. «Sorry, it's… uh…» Newt seemed quite caught off guard, but when he finally reacted, he laughed, and it was soft and warm. “Danke, Herms." Hermann let out a smiling breath in relief and leaned back in his seat. Orange street lights glided across his face and lap in a soothing rhythm as they passed beneath them, and he squinted up into each electric halo as it flew across the sky. He had finally returned the handkerchief, and Newton hadn’t minded at all… how his heart burned in his chest at the thought. It actually took him a moment to realise that he was happy. such a perfect night… if this is a dream, let me sleep, because reality could not compare… He remained fixated upon the faded dusting of freckles on Newt’s cheeks for a while, that youthful complexion contrasting so cleanly with the creases of age that had also begun to appear in the corners of his eyes and mouth. The man looked tired, and a little drunk, but happy. His presence anchored Hermann, grounding him amidst the lingering dizziness and fatigue. Despite the more embarrassing aspects of the evening, there was a new warmth between them that hadn't been there before. Things were different, but in a way that felt like coming home — it was the most natural thing in the world for Hermann to then lean his head upon Newt's shoulder, and soon felt the weight of the night and the alcohol pulling his eyes closed. Soon enough, he found that Newt had seen him safely all the way to his doorstep in the K-Science dormitories. Amazing… before today, Hermann would never have guessed Newton Geiszler possessed a chivalrous bone in his body, but today had already been so full of surprises. Frankly, this was the least of them. Still so drunk and dazzled, Hermann had not only missed the cue to say goodnight, but wound up tripping right into Newt’s arms. s-so soft… sturdy… Newt caught him with ease. His old band sweatshirt smelled like cigarettes, body spray, and sweat, and Hermann couldn’t stop himself from breathing it in deeply as he gazed up at him with wide, dark eyes, enamoured. Newt had been his very first kiss with another man, after all, and the thought filled him with joy. It was him. What else could he do but thank him? Maybe it wasn't exactly normal to say, but it had felt right, and Newton's response had delighted him all the same: “ — my pleasure! maybe we could… even do it again sometime, heh~" Because all Hermann wanted in the world was to keep this plucky little biologist in his arms and kiss him until the Sun burnt out, and ever after.

Chapter 3: The Weight of Absence

Authors: @fuure01 & @piedelune

Fandom: Pacific Rim

Relationships: Hermann Gottlieb x Newton Geiszler

Rating: Mature

Chapter Summary: Newton’s condition seems to worsen with every fleeting encounter, until one day, he disappears entirely. When the promise of a reunion falls through, Hermann’s growing fears for Newt's life drive him to the brink. Desperate and unravelling, the crumbling physicist is compelled to hunt him down before it's too late.

Excerpt:

Finally, Newt broke the silence. Still clutching the bloody handkerchief to his nose, he exhaled slowly.  “Hermann… I'm tired.”  The older man straightened his back, but sank down onto his knees beside him, giving him his full, wearied attention. “…I know.” “...It's like just thinking about you gives me a fucking migraine these days.” Newt set Hermann's empty bottle down with a dull thunk, holding his head in his hands for a moment. “You just… couldn't be normal about anything, could you? Nothing could be simple, huh?”  It stung. “...‘Normal’ and ‘simple’ are not terms people use to describe me,” Hermann mumbled, immediately regretting it, but to his surprise Newt glanced up with an amused huff. Emboldened, Hermann cautiously reached out to place a hand on Newt’s shoulder.  Newt swatted it away at once, his eyes narrowed. “Don’t. Don’t, dude,” he hissed, blocking Hermann off from further contact with a raised arm—a ward. “Ah—I'm sorry…!” “I’ve got too fuckin’ much on my mind right now!” Newt exclaimed, his voice cracking under the weight of his exhaustion. “I only—” “—like, alright, maybe I have been avoiding you, fine, you got me. But you know why? It’s ‘cause I don't need more fuckin’ drama from you on top of everything else!” Despite the sting of the rejection, and the words that followed, and Hermann knowing he was to blame for some of Newt's suffering, there was… such a strange pang of relief. “I understand, a little… I think. The apartment… the job offers, the interviews,” he sympathised, his rich, dark eyes daring to lift upwards again. At last, he remembered the smouldering cigarette between his fingers, and quickly brought it back to his lips. “The nightmares, too, I'd wager…” Newt's icy glare could have lowered the temperature in the room .  “Righto. And where’re we going with this, Dr. Freud?” he scoffed, tendons pulsing in the hand that held his handkerchief.  Warily, Hermann sighed a cloud of smoke up towards the vent, his heart still pounding sickly in his chest.  “I never wanted any drama between us,” he explained. “But still, I made a few mistakes...”

Hello lovelies!

We’re Clear (@fuure) and Pie (@piedelune) and we're setting this Ko-Fi goal to hopefully cover some of the remaining costs of the Permanent Partner Visa that will enable Clear's wife Pie to live and work here in Australia.

The total of the visa stands at $8850 AUD and we have worked very hard for a long time to save up the majority of this, but life has gotten in the way and we're running short on time to lodge the visa before Pie's travel visa expires mid-March. We're continuing to work hard and make any extra cash we can, but any support would be immensely appreciated if there's anything you can spare. Every dollar helps!

If we get the visa lodged in time, we’ll be granted a bridging visa that will go into effect while the Permanent Partner Visa is pending. This will allow Pie to stay in the country for an indefinite period, as well as give her the legal ability to seek employment, including accepting online commissions.

So finally, we’ve set a remaining goal of $2500 AUD in order to fully cover the service and processing fees from GoFundMe while still retaining the full amount for the visa.

Thank you so much for reading and for your consideration. :3

- Clear + Pie

tried stretching out the ol art muscles by drawing bf @fuure's fursona Hotaru! i don't think i've drawn a furry/anthro in like 15 years so this was a fun exercise! Hotaru is such a cutie pie and a joy to draw <3