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Behold my newest rarepair: Surtr/Goldenglow

I have a bigger sketch page in the works, but have these no-ref doodles as I practice their designs.

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20, 40, 41 surtr/gg ;)

Yeah, MY GIRLS!!! Thank you for requesting them~!

20. "Choose one song that perfectly describes their relationship." I Am Not Alone by Steam Powered Giraffe (the original version, sung by Upgrade!) Both of them were so alone, unsure of who they could be and the full depth of their powers! Both of them holding themselves back from the world...until they meet each other and realize they can actually rely on each other. They might be lost in their lives, but they can be lost together! And that helps both of them open up and come into their own...though they both feel most at peace with each other.

40. "Who has an insatiable appetite? And what does the other do to help?" Depends on how one defines appetite...because these gals have both held themselves back from a lot. In a way, they're both encouraging each other to explore and try things more. Right now it's babysteps, but... Of the two, I feel like Surtr is probably the more insatiable one? An all-consuming inferno, and one who can push her body so much farther than anyone else. Goldenglow helps her keep a handle on things, when it's safe to let go and when she needs to dial it back a notch.

41. "Which one would take their jacket it off and drape over the other one because they were visibly shivering?" Goldenglow with Surtr. Not that Surtr gets cold often, but she's very good at missing signal cues from her own body that sharp-eyed Goldenglow pays attention to. Half the time, the jacket is placed on her shoulders so gently that Surtr doesn't even realize it's there for a good long while...and which point she immediately gets flustered.

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17, 19, and 29 for the ao3 wrapped asks please?

17. Your favorite character to write this year?

I wrote more fics in Ebenholz's POV than Czerny's, perhaps surprising many, but Ebenholz is actually super fun to write. There's just so much going on with this goat! Plus there's his propensity for banter, careful use of echolalia in his dialogue, and more... Plus, seeing the world through his eyes with his newfound freedom is just...such a delight. Here's to more goat in 2024.

19. What’s one pairing you want to explore next year?

Other than more Czernholz? Ah, some more of my Arknights pairs, like Surtrglow, Theater Polycule, and more...

29. Favorite line/passage you wrote this year?

The entirety of Chapter 5 in Get Out Alive, but specifically this passage:

"I want to go somewhere with no plans at all!" Ebenholz shouts with a conviction that surprises even himself. "I want...I want to hop on a motorcycle like this one, and ride for a long time with no map and no one shooting at me. Stop in a town whose name I've never heard and play music until I can no longer stand, or camp outside and make up new names for every damn star in the sky. How is that for a plan?"

"It sounds..." Illness interrupts Czerny's response, a harsh and grating note, the sort that could bring an orchestra to a standstill. "Das ist traumhaft schön. Bravo."

"Good. Because you are coming with me." He tightens his grip, presses his forehead against a back that is sharp with crystals and damp with sweat. "We survived, so we have to go all the places that everyone we lost cannot. Okay? We have to make our lives happy ones instead of tragedies, for them."

"Ebenholz, I..." The motorcycle wavers. Czerny's Oripathy is answering for him. Is it the smoky haze discoloring the world itself, or are his crystals glowing a faint and sickly hue, his infection monitor slipping from blue to red?

Ebenholz reaches into his pocket for the one thing he couldn't trust to even the saddlebags, in case of absolute emergency. One hand goes to Czerny's shoulder, to keep them both steady. "We are getting out of this together. No arguments. Alright?" His other hand, with fingers he begs not to tremble, presses their one remaining tablet of Oripathy medicine to the Elafia's lips. "Take it, or it goes to waste. Now."

A groan of frustration barely breaks the coughing fit. Medicine comes to rest on the tip of a too-dry tongue. Ebenholz keeps his fingers pressed against lips to keep them from parting and losing the medicine. He watches in the tilted rearview mirror as Czerny swallows it down.

The bike straightens. The coughing slowly subsides. The infection monitor goes back to blue.

"Gott verdammt, Ebenholz!" Czerny roars the moment he has his voice back under control. "I told you, I could handle it!"

"Did you hear yourself? Did you hear me?!" If it weren't for the facts that Czerny just wrapped up a coughing fit and they're still riding a shaky motorcycle through enemy territory, Ebenholz would be tempted to headbutt this man for being such an idiot. "I told you that you need to live, not cough your damn brains out because you think it will somehow save me from suffering! Dummkopf! Kamuffel! Stupid martyr of a man, you're just as bad as...!"

The name hangs between them.

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