Currently in the process of writing a fic about grief and mortality, and before I can even get to the angsty bits, I have to grapple with the absurdity of Max having to ferry around his clockwork warrior husband in an open top car.
And I can also use this as an excuse to share my first attempt at drawing Max and Torse
Torse can’t blush but his eyes can glow so bright it looks like he is, and Max is too busy talking shit to notice














