For The Greater Cause I Am Giving In To My Corrupting Impulses Of Drawing Men In Love, That Cause Being

Playing dumb (on purpose)

I wanted this to be a just a sketch at first (hence the hairy lineart), but then I bullied myself into drawing a background, because I can't draw backgrounds, so now it's... this. Something inbetween, not quite a sketch, not quite a fully rendered artwork.

They are drinking beer. That's the whole idea.

Grunge

I hate saying stuff, because I always regret it in the end. But once in a blue moon my desire to say something grows so strong that I crawl from under my rock and make some sort of a statement somewhere. It's that time now.

I've already talked my friend's ear off with this crap, but it's still not enough. It also drives me up the wall that I don't see this stuff being said all the time, or at least some of the time. I guess I don't see it being said at all. So I guess I have to say it myself. 

I'm talking about this huge thing Runge canonically has for Grimmer. Not even in the romantic sense... Let me explain. In the crudest of terms, too.

By the time Runge makes it to Ruhenheim, he is already not quite the same as he was at the start. His path to Ruhenheim was the most tedious, and yet he still got there before everyone else. And Grimmer definitely catches his eye when they intersect. Again, not in the romantic sense. They just go around the town, exploring the surroundings and kinda watching each other. And they both know. They know what's going on, they know who the other person is, but they just waltz around it for quite some time. Until they finally have a proper conversation in that desolate place. And that conversation, man...

They understood each other with half-word, literally skipping a good portion of talking, because that would just be redundant. Runge is absolutely chill with the idea that Grimmer might be a murderer. The guy has a nice smile, so who cares, right? Grimmer states that Runge "smells like a detective". Is it just me, or does that sound, uhhh... extremely weird? Almost in a flirty sort of way. Because you gotta get pretty close to someone to take a good whiff of them. And hearing something like that being said about yourself, it must be pretty embarrassing, or confusing, or thrilling. What does that even mean, by the way? I thought so hard about it, and I still can't tell for sure. What do detectives smell like? Gunpowder, paperwork and cold, hard determination? Do they reek of sweat, or some special kind of cologne? I have no idea. But I guess Grimmer has, and Runge, he just stands there, looking at him like it's a given.

And after that, they just click. "Oh, hey, we're on the same page, we're after the same thing". And without any negotiation, they simply decide that they work together now. I am fully convinced that at this very moment Runge went, "This one". No context, just – "This one", about Grimmer. 

He then proceeded to entrust Grimmer with his most important evidence, the very one that led him to Ruhenheim. And then, at Versteck... Man. His "I'll buy you a beer" says so many things, just because it came from Runge. He doesn't have any friends. He doesn't even communicate with his colleagues properly. But, somehow, he is still willing to bond with Grimmer. I guess it's a "we're the same, so let's be alone together" thing. At the same time, he's just heard Grimmer stating that he cannot enjoy simple pleasures in life. That means, he wouldn't be able to enjoy this suggested after-work-beer either, right? So Runge's invitation serves as a double promise: that they'll get the job done and make it out of Ruhenheim alive, and that Grimmer will be fixed enough to finally enjoy that beer with him. 

Needless to say, Runge really, really wanted to keep Grimmer alive. And he doesn't cope with Grimmer's death well. Say what you will, but visiting someone's grave with a beer after A YEAR that they've passed, lamenting how you wish you would have known them, is pretty damn strange. And I suppose Runge might've visited Grimmer's grave prior, too, with some periodicity. The card, the plans, the beer, the hinted promise – he really wanted Grimmer to become his friend. And just because it's Runge, who refused to even engage in a casual talk with his peers and barely cared that his wife and daughter abandoned him, this thing he has for Grimmer seems to be especially large, unalloyed and special.

Здравствуйте! Очень давно следила за вашим творчеством и когда вы перестали постить в вк, то думала, что потеряла вас. Следила за вами с ваших очень старых фанартов по дст, сейчас случайно в ленте высветился ваш пост с эв куколками. Очень рада вас видеть! Спасибо, что постите, скучала по вашему творчеству

Здравствуйте! Это действительно очень давно 😮 Меня впечатляет, что вы следите за моим творчеством так долго. Спасибо за слова поддержки ❤️

I'm writing some extras for So Much to Say, thought I'd drop a link here. I felt like there were some blank spots left, those and some topics that I still wanted to explore, so after thinking for a while I decided to give it a go. Mind that this is established relationship and is, in fact, cheesy. At least to some extent. And maybe a bit specific, too, because I feel like Grimmer would never cease to prode and poke at Runge, and would lash out on him for being such a rock or, on the opposite, weirdly trying not to be such a rock, effectively trapping him between, well... a rock and hard place. That came out a bit too literal than I intended.

I wrote the initial work in Russian, translating it to English afterwards, and it was very time consuming and tiring for me. I still need to fix the translation on that, the semi-automated method sucks, man. So this time, I decided to make it easier for myself and write these one-shots directly in English. I'm sorry if that upsets anyone. Another thing is, since this content is cheesier than the rest, I kinda wouldn't want to post it on the local Russian-speaking platform anyway. Due to the laws and stuff. You know.

I was tired and devastated, and it was okay, but then I have accidentally rekindled that flame and, well, I guess it's time to drop more driftwood into this river. Figuratively speaking.

A gift for @3aloe3, because she wanted some Maxwil, and who am I to not give her what she wants?

Some sketches

Didn't think this would be my first post here, but... oh well. My friend basically forced me to post, so I complied.

I did the memes. With the Curious brothers. I think Lazlo always drags Vidcund into all kinds of bullshit, while Pascal is just standing there, judging them with his max seriousness. I dunno, I really enjoy the idea of Lazlo and Vidcund having an amazing (and amazingly stupid) friendship.

This is not shipping, by the way, I don't ship them. Kinda ruins all the fun to think that this could be interpreted as shipping. To me, they're just two idiots who share this kick-ass familal bond! That's all. I love them.

God, these memes are so dumb, though. I was genuinely laughing as I was drawing them, so dumb

The Tom and Matt dolls I had made a little while ago. They are really wonky, but I love them ❤️‍🩹