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procrastinova · 4 months

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art summary 2022 vs art summary 2023

individual 2023 artworks below (plus some thoughts on them because why not. Said thoughts will include me critiquing some of the pieces, especially the ones from earlier in the year.)

also here's a link to all the artworks from my 2022 one if anyone wants to see them

JANUARY - Art piece i did right before For the Future aired of Luz and the rest of the hexsquad having a much-needed group hug. I didn't really look at any references for this one (apart from for the character's designs) so the poses look really awkward and stiff tbh 😭. That being said, I'm still glad I gave it a shot, and it looks a lot better than the one I did before Thanks to Them's release, since I was more used to drawing the characters.

I'm not going to go too much into some of the... questionable... anatomy choices I made, since they aren't exclusive to this artwork in particular, nor is this the worst example of them (*cough cough* my old King's Tide screenshot redraw).

Overall I think this is an okay art piece. Definitely could have been improved by actually using references for the pose though.

FEBRUARY - This one is actually another redraw of a REALLY old piece I drew in 2021. With my finger. Not a good combination to say the least. This one is miles better especially in terms of anatomy, facial expressions and composition.

That's not to say that it's without it's flaws. I do think that lining up Betty and Amber's poses better would have improved the overall look of the piece. Another thing that I did end up changing a little while after I drew this was removing the shine from the black parts of the mirror to make it look like it was actually cracked, which I didn't do in the original version (that one's on my scratch account if you want to see it). It's a subtle difference, but I think it makes the piece look a lot better.

Again, I think this is an okay piece overall. Looks like the mona lisa compared to the 2021 version, but honestly I think anything would.

MARCH - Yet another Owl House artwork (bet u guys cant guess what my favourite tv show is). This one I created for a zine which I was working on for my multimedia class (this artwork in particular was supposed to be an advertisement for the finale). You can kinda tell I still wasn't that confident in drawing King, since his pose is pretty stiff (I don't think I ever really got used to drawing him tbh).

I do think this piece would have benefited from some more shading and lighting that wasn't the singular multiply layer I placed over the characters then erased some parts of. (There is some other shading but there's no other lighting).

Most of the other issues I have with this pieces are just issues I have with my old art in general so I'll leave it there.

APRIL - This is the last Owl House artwork I promise. I made this one for Zeez Vov Gee 2's watching and dreaming art contest. I actually do still quite like this one, which might partly be to do with the fact that I really like all of the character's timeskip designs, but whatever.

Some of the proportions on the hands are a bit weird, and I REALLY wish I put the shading on the lineart as well, considering how light of a colour it is.

One thing I do really like which I didn't notice while I was drawing it, is the pose Luz and Amity are in forms a sort of heart shape, which is really adorable akdjfhskhdf ;w;

Anyway, overall a pretty good piece, might remake it later. Who knows 👀

MAY - as you may immediately be able to tell, I did not make that much art in May (I might've had a few tests on at the time. Or I was just lazy). This one is actually OC art for once (wow shocking never seen before).

It's kinda just a doodle/a more doodley art piece, but it's pretty alright. I actually really like the pose that Robyn (the OC in the drawing) is in. This is also kinda the first time I drew their design, so yeah. The background isn't great, but I can't really expect that much from a doodle -v-

overall, pretty decent doodle. (for anyone wondering if I'll ever post more about Robyn... maybe? I'm mainly using their story for writing practice, but I think I posted something from it on here)

JUNE - June was literally the polar opposite of May. I'm not kidding, there were like 3 artworks that I was debating putting for June (this one, some deltarune fanart and a TOH screenshot redraw). I eventually went with this one because HOLY CRAP am I proud of that background.

This one was really heavily influenced by cartoon backgrounds (in particular ones from Gravity Falls and Hilda), and while I do think there are a few things that could be improved (like some of the trees), this was the first time in a while that i'd tried drawing a background that wasn't grass and a couple of trees (and i think the first time ever that i'd done something this complex).

I think another reason that this one turned out so good is that it was a birthday card for a friend. And if there is anything that I am constantly trying to do better at every time I redraw it, it's birthday cards (probably bc they're for my friends, love you guys sm /p).

anyways, overall a really good piece, 11/10 background.

JULY - behold... the first artwork I posted on Tumblr! I drew this shortly after seeing Across the Spiderverse in cinemas (which I have to say was one of the greatest experiences of my life).

I wanted to mess around with lineless art a bit on this one, as well as sort of try to give it a watercolour feel like earth-65. And I gotta say, I think it turned out pretty good. Though I did spend a good 15 minutes looking for references because ATSV wasn't out digitally yet ;w;

overall, I like this piece, I tried something new and I made fanart for the greatest movie of all time (in my opinion)

AUGUST - I don't think I drew nearly enough Omori fanart when I was super into the game, so I'm making up for it now. I wanted to redraw one of my favourite photos from the photo album for this one.

I probably could have put a bit more detail into the background for this one, but I really like the warm lighting, and the dappled light effect that I used for the characters. The lineart is also a bit sketchy, but I was (and sort of still am) in the process of figuring out how I actually want my lineart to look.

overall, I really like this one, nice colours, nice lighting, has the omori characters being happy in it :]

SEPTEMBER - like in May, I didn't get as much Art Stuff TM done, so it's just a doodle of some of my OCS (except this time it's Copper, Lapis and Peg, who I have posted about before).

I kinda just wanted to draw something cozy, so I didn't put too much effort into the background and stuff. One thing I will say, is that I wish I drew them looking a bit older, since they are all 16-17 lol.

overall, this one's ok. Could be better, but it's just a doodle.

OCTOBER - ohohohohoho we are SO back. Yet another birthday card. I love the perspective and poses on this one (because, you guessed it, I used references for them). Everything about this artwork was really fun to draw (especially the characters).

Overall, really good artwork, 11/10

NOVEMBER - redraw of an artwork from 2021 part 2: electric boogaloo. I remember being so proud of the original artwork, so I wanted to make this one an artwork I was proud of too (which was a success).

One of the main things I wanted to do for this one was to actually draw a background, instead of getting one off google. The one I drew was simple, but I think it really works, because I wanted the focus to be on the character, not the background. I also added some slight perspective to the drawing to make it look a bit more interesting.

Overall, amazing, especially compared to the original

DECEMBER - and finally... December's artwork! Aka my banner. I wanted to do something kinda simple for this, because I'm probably going to redraw it or make a new one later. I really like the contrast between the colours in the foreground (which is supposed to be inside a train, but it's kinda hard to tell), and the background.

Also something I've started doing for a few artworks is making a duplicate of the artwork, blurring it slightly and lowering the opacity, which makes it look a lot more visually interesting :0

overall, love this one, good artwork to end the year off with :] (i'll prolly still draw more stuff tho)

(fun fact - I was going to put the redraw I did of the 'get in loser we're going shopping' scene with the characters from TMC for December because it's the highest quality meme i've ever made but it looked weird next to the other ones bc it was in black and white 😭)

#art evolution #art improvement #my art #nova.txt #long post #like seriously long post i should not be allowed to ramble about this much stuff sorry guys

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applejuicemania · 6 months

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It's a scrapped scene of a story that I've been trying to write, but I like it too much to simply throw away. (￣▽￣;)

For context; them murder boys were sent to an AU during lunch rush by hence the Blob[tm] reject known as their boss. It is literally just a character introduction, I just didn't set the tone right.

warning; one (1) cuss word

"...Seems like a good place to start."

Bane chirped a sharp whistle, a jagged grin like a dagger wide set on his rounded skull. He stood with the arrogant confidence of a middle school teenager that has managed to obtain a kiss from someone other than his mother, with fisted-hands firm on his hips and a dramatic chin jut. What a cute, charming boy, many would suspect, and by attitude and lithe statue alone you would be correct to assume — until he would whine a petulant 'but I'm twenty-eight!' in a very grown-up manner, of course.

Bane couldn't stay long in his main-protagonist pose, his body demanded the constant movement as if it would combust if stayed still a little too long. His hands flung in a spectacular coordination, his target-esque Soul bumbling, "It's like, rush hour right now so there's a lot of folk out n' about. A lot'a negativities and whatever, so—"

Ghoul, Bane's smaller than small brother in arms, hummed in absentminded agreement, their gaze steadfast into the distance of a busy intersection. Perhaps not as boyish or overly confident as his fellow skeleton companion, they were of the tranquil, patient sort that watched for drama rather than create it. If gifted with a different appearance than the mangled, dog-torn one they bore, they would blend into the background like the weeds between the sidewalk. They swayed idly on the balls of their feet and fiddled with a fraying drawstring of their threadbare jacket, the picture of someone with an empty skull — pun fully intended.

Ghoul continued to pay no heed to Bane, who continued in his comical charade, complete with some sort of jazz hand-tap dance combo of a bizarre notion — yet the same could not be said to the third member of the trio of loitering idiots.

"Bane." Called the jolly-good murder twig, heteromantic red-blue eyelights glaring from his sockets like a 3-D glasses reject with a growing, exhausted irritation. "Bane — shut up. shut the fuck up."

Ruin was as thin as he was tall, which was very, and he would look to be an even six foot height if he found the energy to straighten his usual lazy slouch. In a way, he looked like a delusional madman that you would find under the bridge, the figurative troll that would eat you if you didn't answer his riddle. Face obscured in a constant shadow, it was uncertain if it was his magic or his too-small hood to cast the mask; it was a deterrent all the same, hidden away securely and immensely terrifying. His flat teeth gnashed and grinded, noticeable only by the crack! his jaw creaked, and really you ought to wonder if it is the irritation getting to his temper or rather the sins that constantly claw up his spine.

To the ominous glare thrown his way, Bane was nonplussed. Nonchalant, cool as a cucumber as you could say. As if in mockery, he paused a moment, empty sockets staring blankly dead ahead and body frozen statuesque — but, well, "Anyways! I think it'll be real cool if we—"

The tallest skeleton huffed and shrunk a bit further into his shoulders, biting back a groan of annoyance. His fuzzy-gloved hands digged further into his basketball short's pockets, searching for refuge or maybe better, a knife. Ruin thought he might've succeeded in collecting the latter and might've indulged on an impulse, if not for the quiet tug.

At the end of Ruin's jacket sleeve, bunched at his elbow crook, Ghoul looked up with a knowing, unblinking eye. From the angle, Ruin could see the vivid gleam of their swollen, determination-red eye escaping the fist-sized hole at the top of their skull, shimmering from the spider-webbing cracks. The implications of it halted Ruin, treating the flare of light as a warning, because if he didn't — the consequences would be worse than the pleasure.

With a benign, comforting pat, Ghoul redirected their long stare elsewhere, and with the gaze removed, Ruin released a breath he didn’t know he held. Misshapen, burnt and gnawed and torn apart, hands rose, redirecting the attention of Ghoul’s compadres enough for him to sign a message: [y’all. start mission, now. is twelve noon.]

#exu did a *bill wurtz interrupts*#undertale au #something new sans #horrortale sans #dusttale sans #Ultimatumverse #uvau Bane #uvau Ghoul #uvau Ruin #i think ive been focusing on ny stardew fanfic too much because this one was supposed to have more of a uhh serious tone?? yeah well.#it was still fun to write haha; i will be taking the story in a different direction though! let's see what i can do q(^-^q)#if context wasnt clear enough: Bane is Killer; Ghoul is Horror; Ruin is Dust; (Nightmare is Somber in this AU)#(I had the idea to rename Cross to Slate for diffintuation purposes but i'd hate to go against the orig. creator's wishes of his name;; IDK)#Reason why Ruin was 'scared' wasnt because they think Ghoul was going to beat them up; He was worried he wasnt gonna get dinner :')#Ruin & Bane Fighting; Ghoul comes in w Disappointed Mother face: yallre both grounded. yaint gettin none of this ULTRA CHOCOLATE BROWNIES i #just made hot outta the oven; Ruin & Bane in perfect impression of Swiper: AW MAN.

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thyandrawrites · 3 years

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hello :) i don't know if you've already talked about this, but i keep seeing a theory that shigaraki wasn't born with his quirk, but afo gave it to him so that he would kill his family and afo would be able to "raise" him and turn him into exactly the person he wanted shigaraki to become. not only seems it like too big of a coincidence that afo just so happened to come across shigaraki, the theory is also often supported by deku, young all might, and shigaraki all wearing the same red shoes that seem to be made for quirkless people (bc they have the extra joint). what do you think of this theory?

hey! Yeah, I'm pretty sure I already talked about this topic somewhere but I'm too lazy to dig it back up so I'm gonna answer it here instead!

I don't think that the shoes for the extra joint are actually a thing in bnha, personally. There's no mention or allusion to it in the manga that I can think of. Besides, if Izuku had to take an X-ray to even know he had an extra joint, the difference in anatomy with a "quirked" foot is virtually none. So I was never sold on that idea tbh. Horikoshi admitted that he loves drawing sneakers and imho the red shoes that Deku and Shigaraki have in common are just meant to be a visual element of foiling. Personally, I don't think it goes deeper than that.

That being said, I agree with the rest of your ask. Not only do I think it's possible that AFO gave decay to Shigaraki, but I also think we might've been shown foreshadowing of it on screen.

This scene always stood out to me as odd. Tenko gets randomly accompanied back home by a suited person (a policeman? a mailman??? idk what they're supposed to be). Someone who knew where he lived, and whose face was purposefully not shown.

Maybe I'm reading too much into it because I want the theory to be true, but it always seemed like an unnecessary detail to waste a panel on. If it was supposed to be just an excuse for Kotaro to latch onto so that he can "discipline" Tenko, it's kinda... lame? Later, Kotaro is shown not to need any excuse to be a jackass. The reason behind his abuse was always his resentment towards Nana for fostering him in order to keep doing her job as a hero. So there wasn't an actual need to show a random person being actually "inconvenienced" by Tenko's play, imho.

But, but. Even if I'm reading too much into this and that guy was just a random background character... I'm still putting my money on this theory. It just seems a little too convenient that the grandson of AFO's archnemesis ended up developing not only a destructive quirk, but a mutation quirk that started a bloodbath and provided the perfect set up for him to manipulate Tenko into thinking he's evil. Sure, it might happen (it would foil Eri after all), but at this point I'd call it lazy writing. Things aren't supposed to just... happen... or get handed to characters that easily. Not especially to AFO, an evil mastermind archetype.

#ali replies #bnha #bnha spoilers #my post

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sorry-i-ship-drarry · 3 years

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In another life, in another time

Dialogue prompt- 27. what happened to us ? Part - 25 | part 31 coming soon |

TW- HEAVY ANGST | Amnesia | Sorry In advance..

Perhaps in another life, In another time, We'd be together.

The beats thumped louder, the footsteps dissolved somewhere in the big building. Harsh breaths leaving Harry's lips could be hear by anyone sitting besides him, he was grieving perhaps or breathing as a task to stay alive for a mere few seconds, even if he wasn't dying, a part of him was slowly approaching senescence, at least that's what he felt.

And finally he saw the healer's coming out talking to each other, whispering in low tone. He could sense the bad news by the way their faces expressed but he held onto a little hope. Just a little.

" Mr. Potter ?" One of the Healer approached harry as the other one's left offering him a sympathetic smile.

"H-he's fine, he is, right?" His voice came out in tremble with trying to control his trembling hands by his sides.

" he's fine " the healer pressed his lip in a thin line before adding " but -"

" no please. No Buts-"

" I'm sorry Mr. Potter. He- draco have suffered some rare oblivation spell. I'm sorry harry, draco have amnesia, anterograde or retrograde, we're not sure of it as of now "

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" I'm very glad we were Able to summon you mr. Potter " the healer offered harry a little smile as he pointed the chair in front of the desk to be attempted.

Harry hummed as he sat down on the chair, Shaking.

" I'm going to ask this as a friend harry, when was the last time you slept ?" He huffed.

Harry leaned back over the chair uncomfortably, gulping " I don't know " he grunted

" harry- y- you have to understand what I'm trying to tell you, alright ?" The healer asked. Harry nodded in soft lazy motions, yawning.

After supposedly half an hour, he walked out, every corner of his mind filled with unblinking thoughts. Draco didn't remember harry, he only remembered parts of harry that seemed much like a dream to him and there seemed little hope that he would but the Healer had suggested harry to try again, after unsuccessful attempts and practically forcing draco to remember him. This time harry was to need to a strategy to help draco remember thing's and the only way to it was by storing away his memories.

He passed by draco's ward watching him look outside the window, sitting on the edge of the bed, all alone. Harry wanted to go inside, try once again but he was sure by his previous Attempts he had scared off draco and harry was probably the last person he wanted to see as of now.

Heavy hearted harry walked home drenching himself in rain unknowningly, thoughts of draco brimming his mind to care about anything else.

" you'll have to try but you have to remember harry, he doesn't remember any part of your relationship and he might not even remember you forgiving him. You'll have to start from scratch. If you want him back harry you need do "

He opened the door to his apartment, memories of theirs of cooking on the kitchen, cuddling in the couch, laughing and throwing at pillows at each other, smiling at each other from across the hall, making out against the wall, all of it lingered in the background as a television show not ready to stop but harry didn't raise an eye as he walked into the shower and sat down with clothes on and remained there, numbness invading his senses until Ron had came to visit harry and had forced him out of the shower, helping him get dried up.

" I know it's hard harry, but he doesn't remember you "

" but we've been together for 5 years, he must remember something, anything ?"

" I'm not sure how but during the time of attack draco might've been trying to conceal his memories of you but instead of locking them away, he might've exposed them. In attempts to conceal them, he gave the attacker entrance to it and he possibly have forgotten everything about the relationship "

" how long were you in the shower for ?" Harry suddenly was broken out of numbness, finding Ron putting food over table.

" when did you came here ?" Harry only asked.

Ron looked at in little shock at harry before he sighed, letting it pass " I got you out of the cold shower "

Harry nodded, watching the food presented before him.

" from the looks of it, you met the healer today, didn't you ?" Ron asked. Harry looked up but didn't answer. He didn't know how to. He wasn't sure he could answer even.

" harry, It's been days. If you can't forget him, don't let him. His entire memory isn't blocked. You can try-"

" I've tried Ron but I gave the love of my life an almost panic attack in Trying to make him remember me " harry yelled

Ron startled and saw harry break down in front of him over the kitchen table, " I miss him, ron, he's here but I miss him "

" you have to try this time more patiently harry. If you want him back, you have to " Ron rubbed Harry's back as he hugged him.

" I- I don't know how to ron. It's hard " harry sobbed

"something is better than nothing. Try harry. Trying Is the only hope you've gotten "

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Harry shook his hands by his side violently, trying to shake off his anxiety and practiced deep breaths beforehand he knocked on the door.

" come in " he heard.. harry let out a deep breath before he plastered a smile and finally walked through the door.

" hi " harry waved awkwardly

" you " draco raised an eyebrow at harry. Harry closed his eyes, remembering why he is doing this.

" I was wondering if we could talk about the other day ?" Harry asked not moving a step forward

" haven't you done enough " draco rolled his eyes.

Harry swallowed " I- I just wanted to apologise "

" for which part exactly ? The yelling at me like a baboon or basically causing me a panic attack "

" both " harry sighed " listen, I don't think you understand how hard this is for me-"

" hard for you ? I'm the one who doesn't remember people, I've lost chunk of memories and it's hard for you" draco narrowed his eyes at harry

" I- I understand but you see- well it's not as same as you- but-" but harry couldn't go on. He couldn't and draco only waited for him to go on. He didn't.

" you know what it doesn't matter. Let me reintroduce myself, Hi I'm harry potter, I'm your used to be arch nemesis and i- we- well I'd like to be friends with you "

" friends with me? Like my days have became that had that I'd be friends with you potter!? " Draco Airily laughed " no thanks I'm fine "

If only draco knew what he had done, if he only knew. Harry couldn't stand it. He thought he could but he couldn't. He ran out into the washroom and let his burying feelings evade, breaking into heavy sobs. He couldn't do it. Not when he knew Draco didn't remember anything, that he didn't remember harry.

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" where did you ran to yesterday ?" Draco asked as harry fetched him water today

" I- I had Somewhere to be " harry cleared his throat as he gave him the glass of water.

" it was weird. You asked me to be your friend, then you ran and yet here you are again. There's something weird about you Potter-"

" harry, please " it hurt even to think of how draco didn't know what he was doing by calling him potter.

" it's weird. I've always called you potter, It'd be weird to call you by your first name. Besides I don't think we are on first name basis " draco shrugged his shoulders as he watched harry leaned against the wall, fumbling with the zip of his jacket.

" right, I forgot "

" weird, you're not the one who have amnesia.. you are acting strange you know that. Pretty weird " draco frowned

" it- well we used to be to- friends. We were friends so it's just weird how now you call me potter when I'm used to being harry for you "

"still weird. I mean I at least remember being with people, but you, no recollections as if we were never even friends. Hope you're not lying potter " draco casually said.

Harry exhaled deeply, tears forming at the brim of his eyes " it's alright. You can call me potter until we become friend's "

" why are you so persistent on being friends with me ? I thought you hated me ?" Draco curiously asked.

" because " harry couldn't go on. He couldn't.

" you need to start finishing your sentences potter " draco raised his eyebrows at harry mockingly.

Harry hummed and just stood there watching draco flip pages of a magazine until Draco asked him to leave. Harry did. He had no other option.

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" you didn't come yesterday ?" Draco asked one day, watching harry knit a sweater for him..

" I- I had something " he lied. He was lying in bed haunted by draco visiting his dreams, sitting on an empty date table at their 6th anniversary, day they were supposed to move in together, eating draco's favourite dish, all by himself.

" not very nice of you skip a night if you're trying to be friends " draco teased. Harry looked up at Draco with a small smile before he went back to knitting.

Draco observed harry as if he was a blank canvas waiting to be drawed upon, his glance curious. Draco would be lying to himself if he said that he wasn't curious about why harry was the only one so persistent about being friends, as if there were greater reasons but no matter how hard he tried to remember, he only remembered him apologizing to him after war, and nothing else.

" do you not sleep at all or those dark circles are just fashion ?" Draco asked

"I- have trouble sleeping " harry replied, pressing his lips in a thin line.

" you can sleep around here if you want to you know.. It'll be a secret" he cared. Draco cared and it only offered false hope to harry, one he should've been very much aware of not to fall into trap to.

" I'll keep that in mind " for the first time harry offered draco a warming smile before he began knitting again and draco absent-mindedly flipped pages of magazine again.

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" wow- such a grand celebration " draco laughed as he saw his friends come in with cakes and balloons

" since you couldn't celebrate your half birthday as you always do, we thought we'd bring it to you " pansy chimed.

Draco laughed and started singing along with them as they sang the birthday song, making draco happier than he had felt in days. And in even so everything, he couldn't stop thinking about harry standing in the background, then walking out in the Middle. Hermione followed him outside and from what draco saw, it seemed like she was hugging him, trying to probably comfort him, but before he Could've stared any longer, pansy forced him to cut the cake.

Something felt missing, there was and it Haunted draco to think of what it was. There was no one more hurt by the fact that he couldn't remember even when he tried so hard. He knew there was something missing, he could feel it, he just didn't know what and for whatever reason, it felt it was related to harry.

" y- that necklace " draco had pointed out at Harry's neck when he was helping draco with adjusting his pillows.

" that-"

" it's yours " harry smiled lightly, helping Draco lean backwards.

" how? How do you have it ?"he asked curiously.

" you gifted it to me, don't you remem- " harry stopped himself.

" you gifted it to me. You can have it back if you want " harry offered as he hesitantly reached his neck to unlock it but draco stopped him.

" it's fine. Keep it. Feels like it holds much meaning to you than to me " draco replied.

Harry gazed at draco softly before he pressed a small kiss on his forehead " it does " harry whispered and left, like a dying wind.

Draco played with the ring on his finger for a larger part of the night, haunted by the fact again that harry had different motives. He Could sense it but the more he tried to think, the more he felt as though he was stepping away, more he was forgetting and it ached draco. He knew it, he felt it but he was too Afraid. He was afraid of hurting even if he didn't know what he'd even do.

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" harry, stop this " one day draco abruptly said while harry was helping With last of draco's bandages

" what? What do you mean ?" Harry asked puzzled

Draco breathed in deeply, gulping, preparing himself to drop the bomb " stop taking care of me, stop trying to do whatever it is you're trying to do, can't you see it already, it's not- it's not what you want "

Harry looked at Draco as the pained expression found his face and he softly whispered " you don't know what this means, do you ?"

Draco shook his head painfully denying.

Harry gave him a sad smile as he sat down on the chair next to draco's bed, his head dropping, a single tear dripping down his eye.

" to you it's just me trying to be friends with you but it's so much more than that. It's more than about just being friends for me " harry whispered.

" it Always have been so much more than that. Yet I've been holding onto the hope all along but -"

" I don't remember " draco finished his sentence somehow knowing harry was about to say that.

" stop doing it to yourself harry " draco sympathetically said

" I- can't. I -"

" you have to " draco raised his voice

" can't you see it, I can't. Do you even realise how much it pains me to see you everyday on the bed, holding onto one single ray of hope that you'll remember. But you, remember nothing. 6 years of memories , gone just like that. You don't get to say any of it draco, you're living it painfully, I walk in everyday to an Empty apartment, crying myself to sleep in just one hope that you'll remember-"

" but that's the thing, I will not harry. i can't and i won't " draco interjected loudly.

" I will not remember harry. Stop hurting yourself " draco whimpered.

Harry looked only once at Draco " I know " before his whispers Turned into sobs and harry was shaking with the pain.

Draco tried to comfort harry, rubbing his back, trying to tell him it's alright but he knew it provided no solace. It didn't mend his broken heart when he was the one causing his heart to break in little fragile fractions of glasses until it was scattered across everywhere.

" I pretended it didn't hurt, but it does. It does so much that I can't even sleep at night" harry whimpered as he hugged draco. Draco rested his chin on top of Harry's head, rubbing circles over his back, providing any comfort he could offer.

They remained like that for several moments until Harry's breathing came to normal and draco finally broke the silence with a painful statment " what happened to us?"

It wasn't a question, it was a statement, a grief to offer, a way to express sorrow, to visit pain. It was to offer solace that draco too regretted and harry knew he did. It was a way of saying that when they expected cherish and Making more memories, living together, waking up next to each other, instead they were fighting through, waking up in hospital bed, grieving on lost memories. Where life landed them.

" I have got to go " harry finally said, Breaking from the little hug.

Draco looked at harry only for a moment before he kissed harry in pity of being unable to give everything to harry he had once promised him and that left him in tears again.

Harry broke free crying, desperately trying to conceal his whines.

" I'm sorry harry, I really am " draco's eyes prickled with tears as the moon danced over them in the late night..

Harry stood there in silence for several moments, packing away the memories,. storing away draco somewhere he'd only visit in dreams until it was time to finally leave and he reluctantly walked towards the door..

" I'd like if we can be friends harry.. " draco offered.

Harry turned around, giving draco a small smile " I'd rather not have you at all than only for a few, draco "

" perhaps in another life, I'm another time we'd be together and neither of us would forget "

And harry walked away, coldness settling in as draco long stared at the doorframe.

I swear I'm sorry. ( Thanks to Tom Odell for putting me in feels )

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soooooooooo @raven-brings-light mentioned she liked fake relationship au! so i got excited and wanted to show you what i’m working on :D it’s your basic ‘thor lies to his parents about having a relationship to get out of family stuff and now it’s biting him in the ass’. it’s... gotten so long and still not even a quarter done. rip. nothing fancy, but here we gooooo

“Birthday party?” Loki scoffs, not even bothering to lower his voice in the crowded coffee shop. “Why would I want to go celebrate another year of that mouth-breathing, jackass jock who has a constant case of public indecency?”

“Because you jerk it to him every night,” Amora points out. “And follow him everywhere. And you like his tight shirts. Mm... I like those tight shirts.”

“You're gross,” he informs her, despite the frustrating fact she is completely correct. Loki maybe—sometimes—occasionally trailed Thor to the quad. Or the track. Or the gym...

Especially the gym. There is nothing like a good hate work out, staring as Thor lifted weights until his stupidly perfect muscles glisten with sweat that Loki kind of wanted to lick. Just a little. Right down to that abnormal sized bulge that had to be a sock stuffed into his shorts because there was just no way—

Amora stirs her drink. “Earth to Loki.”

“I wasn't thinking about Thor,” Loki says automatically.

“Of course you weren't.” She gives him an annoyingly smug smirk. “So. Party? Probably going to be a rager.”

Loki taps his fingers on the table. “And watch him fuck the entire volleyball team? No, thank you.”

Amora just smiles.

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– – –

Loki went.

No surprises there when his batshit crazy best friend from hell showed up at his dorm, kicked out his roommate, and cast some sort of spell to get him dressed. And by “spell”, Loki means, “screamed like a fucking banshee about letting opportunity slip from his fingers”.

So really, he put on his clothes out of self preservation.

And because she threatened to lock him outside in his boxers.

Pay back is going to be a bitch.

Loki pulls up outside Thor's house an hour after the party started—best time to arrive, when everyone's well on their way to drunk and the awkward introductions are out of the way. Late enough that the birthday boy's going to have his eyes on some pussy, early enough that he hasn't gotten into it yet.

But Loki doesn't get out of his car immediately. The driveway's fairly empty, with only two (now three) cars slotted into the four car space. The lights are on, but not strobing and not in every room. And most damning of all—the house was quiet. No music, no shouting, no one throwing up on the lawn.

Huh.

He knows he has the right address; not because he's creepy and certainly not because he might've—probably—maybe followed Thor home once by accident.

Anyway.

Clearly, Amora had gotten bad information.

Loki jabs his keys back into the ignition, but before he can crank up the engine, the front door opens and a nicely dressed woman steps out. “Excuse me!” she calls and Loki's heart stops. Great. Just fucking great. He's going to get reamed for pulling up to Mrs. Rich Lady's driveway. Excuses pop up, and in a split second, he settles on acting like a stupid out-of-towner. Oh, where's the Walmart? Har har har...

Goddammit.

The woman is breathless by the time she toddles down the insanely long walk up, not to even mention her heels, Jesus. What is it with old women and heels?

“Excuse me!” She says again and Loki obediently rolls down the window.

“I'm sorry, I—”

“Please don't be shy,” the woman laughs. “Come on out, I know who you are.”

When he freezes, she gives him a 'disappointed mom' look. Her eyes are astoundingly blue, clear and bright despite the fine wrinkles cradling them. Like a bolt, Loki realizes this is Thor's mother, which, really, it should have been obvious but Loki blames Amora for not recognizing her. Not that it's Amora's fault, per se, but Loki just likes kicking shit over to her.

Wincing, Loki steps out of his car. “You do?” he hedges, sure he's going to get a lecture in stalking. Possibly a lawsuit. Wouldn't be the first time—

Any-fucking-way.

“Of course! You're Thor's little boyfriend, aren't you? He keeps bringing you up—every time he wants to get out of something, don't think I haven't noticed date nights cropping up conveniently over family dinners.”

“Um.” Loki falters. “...sorry?”

“I'm Frigga,” she says, matter of fact. “Not that I know your name, mind. Thor was very insistent. He seems to be laboring under the impression that I would contact my old team to do a background check on you.” Frigga pauses, then smiles blindingly. “He's right, of course. So. Name, please.”

Loki's mouth falls open. His name tumbles out before he can think to give her another, like Luke or Lucas, and really, that is a betrayal of the highest order. His dad once said that he should sew up his mouth to keep it from getting him into trouble and right now, Loki's apt to agree.

“Loki... Lafton? Hm.” Frigga gives him a considering look. “Well, come on in, dear. You're a little late, of course, but I kept the boys out of the food until you arrived. It's only polite...”

Stupefied, Loki follows her up the walk way to the massive house. The lawn is manicured to the point of being anal, and there are strategically placed flowering bushes along the outside walls in even rows. It's... weird. Loki thinks back to his family manor and shudders.

Well, at least if he manages to fuck this up, his dad could get him out of the hot water. What good was having a lawyer for a father if he couldn't?

At the very least, he's got an evening of free food and acting ahead of him. Loki slips into the role of 'dutiful son' like a worn pair of jeans.

The foyer is gorgeous, of course, and tastefully decorated; his own mother would be seething in jealousy, no doubt—ah, no, there's a scuff mark on the floor moulding. That little imperfection would have Farbauti crowing for days.

And everyone's so surprised when they find out how much of a bitch Loki can be. Really.

“Thor!” Frigga calls as they enter the sitting room. “Your boyfriend is here!”

It's beautiful. Truly. All the stars and sunrises and baby-fucking-animals couldn't compare to the look of horror on Thor's perfect face. “My what?”

“Loki, go on and sit down, I'll get the dinner served.”

Thor stares at Loki, mouth open. “Loki?”

Loki gives him a sugary smile. “Of course, sweetheart. Wow, that smells amazing, ma'am.” Smooth as a snake, Loki slides onto the couch next the Thor, making sure their thighs are pressed together, despite there being a good meter of space left to stretch out.

Thor can't seem to figure out how to work his mouth—words are beyond him, but, Loki notes with pleasure, his eyes are certainly taking in their fill. Thank god Loki had decided to 'dress up' for the jockstrap party, as a way of standing out and pissing everyone off.

With a wink, Loki rolls up the sleeves to his tidy blazer. He turns his attention to the gruff man across from them, glaring at Loki with a single, mistrustful eye. “And you must be his father.” Loki offers a hand.

The man grabs it, squeezes hard in a dominance display, but Loki just returns it until Thor's father pulls back. “Odin,” the man says. “And yes. Who are you again?”

Loki is about to give a lazy reply when Thor's brain reboots and he kicks online. “Loki,” Thor interjects. “My boyfriend. We met at school.”

“Hmph.” Odin looks about as happy at that as someone that was told they needed to clean out a pipe clogged with shit barehanded. “And what does he study?” he demands.

Demands to Thor, of course, when he could've easily directed the question to Loki. Idly, Loki wonders if the old man is upset at Thor for dating boys, or if it's something about him in particular that's rising the hackles.

“Not law, like his father, clearly,” Odin continues.

Loki's brows shoot up; Thor just looks away... embarrassed?

Odin is clearly riling himself up to say more when Frigga clatters in. “Boys! Dinner!” she calls, merry as a bluebird. Odin hefts himself out of his armchair, a once fit man gone very much to seed. But just as Loki starts to rise, Thor snatches him by the elbow and stands, too.

Thor, so close, looms in a way that makes Loki's gay little heart flutter. “What the fuck are you doing here?” he hisses. In the dining room, Frigga is chattering to Odin about the food and his heart.

Loki leans in close, close enough to feel Thor's breath on his lips. Thor jerks, but doesn't move away—which is good; it'll just look like they're sharing a private moment if Frigga pops back in. Which they are, in a way.

Just not the way she'll think.

“Believe it or not,” Loki says silkily, “I was every bit surprised by this as you were. I was lead to believe there would be a party here; your mom cornered me before I could pull out of the drive.”

From this angle, Loki can't see Thor's face, but he can tell Thor's trying to modulate his breathing, fist getting tight on his elbow. Getting upset, is he? Cute.

“Of course,” Loki continues. “I could leave now. No... I could stage a fight. Would you like that, big boy?” Their lips are centimeters apart. Christ—his dick is pounding, his blood thrums in his veins, and Loki is living.

“No,” Thor grunts. He's so fucking big; that grip is really starting to hurt in the best of ways. “We'll figure this out later. For now, you'll stay. You'll play nice.”

“That costs extra.”

There's the sharp crack of Frigga's heels, then Thor's kissing him, searing, as if to force the promise from Loki's lips. “Boys—oh!”

Thor steps back, giving Loki a predatory smirk that leaves him a little weak in the knees. Or maybe that was the porno kiss. Or both. “Sorry, mom.”

“Now, now,” she chides. “It's time for dinner. Come along now, you two.”

If Thor has to actually support Loki with a hand on his lower back, pressing to get him to move, it's not Loki's fault. It's Thor's. Fuck him.

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