It was a hard year! A continuous flow of events, work, affairs… It seems that November has just ended. And I couldn’t even get to draw a Christmas or winter postcard… I’ve only got these mandarins. Everything is going on too fast. However, I hope this year I’ll have enough time, energy and desire to run this blog! I really want this! A bunch of sketches is collecting dust and waiting in the wings!
Hope you’ll enjoy diving into my drawn space. Happy New Year?
All was quite around the 8th year common room. Most people had collapsed where they were after the celebrations, too filled with firewhiskey to move anymore.
Draco opened his eyes, slowly, painfully. He took in the scene around him: empty bottles, streamers, cups laying around, and of course, something soft and warm behind him. He froze, then, slowly, tried to slip off the couch, but was caught by a strong arm.
“Hmmm don’t go.”
Draco, against his better judgment (and he’ll blame the pounding in his head for drowning out everything else) slipped back against the body. The arms wrapped around him, he felt a soft breath on the back of his neck. Draco froze again.
He shut his eyes, because now he was sure he was dreaming. It couldn’t possibly be. No.
“You can look at me you know,” the person said with a soft laugh.
Draco squeezed open one eye, then another, and yes, it was definitely a dream, because two green eyes, beautiful green eyes, were looking back at him. We’re smiling back at him. There was scruffy black hair, and a scar that Draco hadn’t realised he was running his fingers over till it was too late to stop himself.
“That’s me,” Harry answered, amused. Harry bent forward his lips moving softly over Draco’s. He pulled back, frowning.
“You don’t remember, do you?” The hurt edged it’s was through Harry’s voice. Draco shook his head, which was not a good move because now the pounding was second to none.
He shut his eyes again, “maybe… you could remind me?” He didn’t mean to say it. He meant to tell Potter to shove off, because Draco wouldn’t be caught with the boy wonder in his wildest dreams. But that wasn’t true, was it. Because Harry featured quite a lot in Draco’s dreams, wild or not. And so maybe he did mean to say it.
When Draco opened his eyes again, there was a sly smile on Harry’s face. “I can do that,” he said before leaning forward and kissing him again.
Ahsoka learned that Obi-Wan’s time at the Temple is coming to an end while Obi-Wan volunteers to help Ahsoka get her bearings straight while the Temple is being renovated. After some deep thoughts in the Room of a Thousand Fountains, Ahsoka is summoned before the Jedi Council…
Ahsoka and Obi-Wan stood before the doors of the Council room, frowning at the grey-and-silver accented doors emblazoned with the symbol of the Jedi Order. There had been no symbol on the door when Ahsoka had been a Padawan and she wondered about that, if it had simply faded away or something had happened to cause the Council to replace the doors by her time. She didn’t know why the odd detail struck her as meaningful, but there it was.
“Have you ever stood in front of the Council, Obi-Wan?” Ahsoka asked, looking down at the young initiate.
Obi-Wan frowned and looked down at his hands. “Uhm… Well… not recently?”
Ahsoka almost let out a gasp of shock and dismay when she felt the guilt and shame suffusing the boy through the Force and she held it in. Clearly whatever had brought young Obi-Wan before the Council was an act he regretted and he had no doubt already severely castigated himself for it.
She smiled at him and put a hand on his shoulder. “You know… The last time I stood in front of the Council, my Master was with me. This might be one of the first times I’ve faced the Council by myself.”
Obi-Wan looked up at Ahsoka, his blue eyes round with surprise. “Truly, Master Ahsoka? Even when you received your mission orders?”
Ahsoka chuckled. “That was a bit more discreet than this.”
Wow. Is this how I’m going to spend the rest of my life? Finding clever ways to tell a half truth?
“Knight Tano?” A female Nikto Jedi walked over to the duo, checking her datapad. “And… who are you?”
“This is my escort,” Ahsoka explained, putting a hand on Obi-Wan’s shoulder. “Senior Initiate Obi-Wan Kenobi. He’s helping me reacquaint myself with the Temple layout.”
The Nikto Jedi tilted her head to the side, as if she was trying to decide whether or not she was going to say anything about the young boy’s presence. She checked off something before gesturing to the door. “The Council will see you now. Initiate Kenobi, you can return to your dorms if you do not currently have a class to attend.”
“Yes, Master,” Obi-Wan murmured as the doors started to slide open. “I… I will be attending my saber lessons after lunch, Master Ahsoka. Please comm me if you need me.”
Ahsoka nodded with a smile. “Don’t forget! We’ve got an hour of jar’kai practice today!”
It almost broke Ahsoka’s heart to see the brief flash of Obi-Wan’s excitement and joy before he managed to hide it behind a passable attempt at Master Obi-Wan’s famous Negotiator’s face. She was starting to understand where he had first learned the rules of hiding one’s feelings and she wasn’t sure how she felt about Obi-Wan learning those cold lessons in the bosom of the Jedi Order.
This place was supposed to be their home, the Order was supposed to be their family. This wasn’t how you treated family.
Ahsoka turned to face the doors that had fully opened, straightened her shoulders and held her head high, walking back into the same room she had been dismissed from the Jedi Order in seventeen years ago.
I call this piece: “WHO GAVE LOUIE A LIGHTER AND WHERE DID HE FIND A STICK OF DYNAMITE?!”
I didn’t draw anything for the New Year and I wanted to so I want ahead and doodled something up since I’ve been watching a lot of Vanoss lately! This originally started off as just a drawing of Vanoss and then it evolved from there, haha
Anyway, Happy Late New Years, everyone! Hoping to kick off 2017 positively!!!
Happy New Year, everyone! Thanks for a wonderful year and for being with me every step of the way as I’ve not only worked on my art, but also worked on my first ever fanfiction and comic! All of you have helped me improve and get so much better this year! I never did any of this before but I’ve loved working on my art and my story-telling and it’s become something I’m pretty proud of! I never thought I’d ever make a comic, much less one that people follow and enjoy reading..;_;’
Here’s to another year together! ^^ I love you guys!
Aaah, I’m sorry for not really being active with art on here!!
-It’s sort of my week to sleep, and relax, so I thought it would be nice to spend a few days off without drawing.– I’ll try my best to post more tomorrow or so, if I get the time. Here’s the quickest doodle of Vanowl, or Vanoss, eh.
~400 words? mafia! au. as always per tradition, a mafia! au is posted every new year’s eve! anyway, happy new years eve my loves! and happy new year too~ here’s too a new and wonderful year!
Your boots smacked against the pavement, breath running ragged as your terrified glance shifted around. You’re sure he’s right behind you, but no matter how many times you turn around to check, you see nothing. There’s a ghost of laughter drifting past your ears, and you can hear your heart beat faster in your chest, fast enough to probably leap out of your chest.
It was a mistake, a huge and very miscalculated mistake- and you’ve never regretted anything more.