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Polaroid Photos - Part 1

Master Post | Chapter 2

Hi everyone! This took a long time to make :V

As you can imagine, I had to do a lot of research for this. A lot of it is fictional, but a lot of it is true! I'll leave a list on the final notes with my sources, though I couldn't remember where some of the things were from.

I got help from a lot of people on Tumblr to find them and I'd like to thank them!

Btw, I wrote this before *vaguely gestures at Bakery* that whole situation happened

(kinda wish I had written more bakery now):

As I'm writing this, I haven't written chapter 3… yet.

But I've been wanting to get this out since FOREVEEEER.

Hope you enjoy it.

The year was 2000... The Guštins’ household had their first child: a boy born from the love of a Dutch woman and a Slovenian man. His name is Kris. He’s a couple of months old, but now that he finally can sleep through a full night his mom decided to meet up with a friend, leaving the “two men of the house” – as she called them – alone.

Yet, Kris had never slept without his mom, so he was irritated, whining in hopes she would show up to sing him his usual lullaby song.

Guštin wasn’t sure of what to do since Kris seemed to hate every time his dad tried to sing the song in his mom’s place, almost as if he was mocking his poor attempt at singing in Dutch.

He got closer to Kris to get him the pacifier.

- Ugh, why are babies so ugly? – he sighed as he finally gave the object to his son which seemed to do the trick to calm him down – See, you are much cuter like that.

Guštin put his hands on his forehead and massaged it.

- I need to tell your mama we can’t be alone anymore because you clearly have a bias for her voice. And I’m a singer!

He looked down to see his son staring at him with beautiful calm blue eyes. Then he noticed Kris was moving around with his fingers almost as if he was playing the guitar, which reminded him that his son had not yet seen a guitar – he hasn’t played at home lately after all.

- Wait a minute, okay? – he smiled and kissed his son on the forehead.

Guštin rushed down the stairs and returned to the room with his acoustic guitar.

- Kris, this is a guitar. You’ll love it. – he sat next to him – Well, at least your mom did, you know? One day, I told her “Chantal, there’s something very important I need to tell you”, and you know how your mother is, right? She said, “Miha, I’m busy at the moment we can talk later”.

Miha tried to imitate his wife’s accent which made Kris chuckle a little at his father’s nonsense.

- But, Kris, when you have such big love for a woman, you just can’t hold it back. You’ll understand when you grow up. – he cleared his throat – So... I dedicated her a song. She didn’t speak Slovene at the time, of course, but it was the language I was able to express myself in rather than explain my feelings. And I gave her a sheet with the translation anyway. – he smiled nervously.

He looked a bit at the wall and tapped his fingers on the guitar before starting to play it.

- Mlin na veter me bo gnou. – “Windmill will push me.” - Da ne bom nikol' pristou – “So I never land.”

The melody at the start was very “repetitive”, almost as if raw, which was easier for Kris to get his head around the song.

- Glih zdej plavam čez oblak – “Right now I'm swimming across the clouds” - In me reže težek zrak. – “And the sharp wind is cutting me”.

Miha singing this song is no problem – usually. Now, singing it after telling a bit of his love story to his son? That’s wild.

- Al bo sonce, al bo sneg – “Let it be sun or snow” - Mene grab nervozn smeh. “I'm laughing nervously”.

It’s insane to him that he actually married the woman he loved so much, and that she came to his small country for him, and that they both have a child together!

- Rad bi ujel le njeno dlan – “I just wanna catch her hand” - Da ne odplavam predaleč stran... – “So, I don't swim too far” ...

The melody suddenly changed, and Kris’ eyes dilated as he felt chills across his body – even as a baby he felt connected to his father’s voice and emotions.

- Dnevi niso rok'n'roll – “Days aren't Rock n' Roll”- Ampak vedno tisji mol - “But a quietly descending minor”.

Miha looked at his son who looked delighted to hear his father for the first time and he couldn’t help but grin at him.

- Oči mi grize mrzu led – “Frost is biting my eyes” - Samo jaz vidim njeno sled. – “Only I can see her trail”.

As he sang, eventually, Kris fell asleep and that is still one of the memories Miha holds close to him to this day.

He remembers Kris’ childhood probably better than Maks’ and Maja’s because he was a bit hard to deal with. He remembers Kris coming home pissed for not being able to color inside lines at the kindergarten and start tearing up out of frustration. He remembers the day Kris told him and his mom he preferred Slovene food over Dutch food – a very happy day for Miha – and he particularly remembers Kris being upset after a summer vacation.

Miha and Chantal took Kris and Maks to a summer colony with their friends and the day they returned he asked his sons if they wanted to do it again, Maks mumbled “sure, whatever” while Kris started desperately sobbing because he wanted to live nearby the sea instead.

Both parents tried to find ways to make their son meet the sea more often to entertain him... But Kris made Miha worried. Maybe because he was the oldest, but he was worried because he didn’t seem to have a passion. Sure, he was playing football sometimes, but he never shared any interest in making a career out of it – nor did he have the skills from what Miha had seen. He also never picked up on the guitar even when his dad gifted him one. In fact, Kris looked annoyed at the gift, coldly even.

One day, however, Kris made a very big decision after school, when Miha was absent.

- Welcome home, Kris – Chantal told him as he entered the house.

- Hi, mama.

- Why do you look so gloomy? – she said, tucking his hair behind his ear – Did something happen?

- Mama, I want to cut my hair. – he declared.

She stopped moving her hand when he said that. He had beautiful long and straight hair, and she felt her heart tighten as he said that.

- What? Why?

He took off his shoes, put his jacket on the coat hanger, and dropped his backpack on the floor.

- I’m tired of being called a girl!

- Kris... you know your hair has nothing to do with who you are.

- I know that! You and Dad already told me about it!

- Then why do you want to cut your beautiful hair?

- What if I don’t want to have this hair?

- Then we can cut it, but remember, I’ll only help you with that if that is really what you want to do.

Kris took a deep breath and his flustered skin seemed to cool off for a bit.

- It is what I want to do. – he said confidently.

- Promise? – she smiled at him.

- Promise.

Chantal hugged him strongly.

Later, she told Miha about Kris’ decision which made him proud. Sure, you shouldn’t change just because someone told you something mean, but the fact Kris got the courage to declare something he wanted to do with himself seemed like progress to Miha.

One time, neither Miha nor Chantal could take Maja to dance practice and asked Kris to do it since they lived nearby after all. He didn’t seem so happy about taking his little sister there, but alas.

- Ugh, and where do I put this? – Kris sighed while waving around her bag.

Maja still couldn’t carry around her bag on her own and there was no way Kris was taking it to the girl's locker room. He would rather not be wanted for harassing children at the age of 14, thanks.

- You can... leave it with Ema.

- Ema, Ema... You are always talking about this Ema girl, who’s she? An old hag?

- Our teacher! Well, sometimes... Marija! – Maja yelled for another girl her age who walked in.

They both started talking so fast and with such squeaking voices that Kris could not keep up with the conversation.

Eventually, a girl around his age walked in.

- Marija, calm down! – she smiled.

This girl seemed like another older sibling trying to keep her sister calm, though she seemed calmer than Kris.

She’s tall, but not taller than Kris, she has blonde hair and green eyes, and Kris’ lips can’t help but form a smile since, to him, she looked so beautiful. In her voice, he also noticed a strong accent which he couldn’t exactly pinpoint where it came from.

- They can be annoying like that sometimes. Always talking kids’ stuff and... you know. – he put his hands on his hips.

- Yeah. Are you Maja’s brother? I’ve heard about you.

- Good or Bad things?

- Depends on what you consider good. – she smiled – Do you also do gymnastics?

- Nah, I can’t bear this actually, not really my thing.

- Oh really? I thought you’d enjoy something like gymnastics... like floor gymnastics. Though I guess men’s gymnastics doesn’t really have music.

- What? – Kris looked confused – What does that have to do with me?

- I mean, you are part of a family of musicians, aren’t you?

That struck a nerve in Kris’ head. He actually doesn’t get the hype around his family, and he doesn’t get his father’s love for the guitar and singing. He had one of his own and he probably only touched it once, if even that, since he got it.

- Oh God, we are late, Maja, Marija! – she said.

- Oh, sorry. – Kris gave her the bag as he snapped back in, he then noticed the girl was carrying around two bags – Ugh, nice talking with you.

- Nice to talk to you too, Maks.

- I’m Kris actually.

- Oh! Sorry, got the brothers wrong! – she smiled at him.

- What’s your name?

- Ema. See you around!

The three of them ran inside and Kris was left there slightly flustered.

“See you around”, she said. Kris would remember that. Kris would make sure to take Maja to practice as much as he could. He learned Ema was a year older than him and she came from Vrhnika to Ljubljana twice a week for practice and sometimes on the weekends to visit her relatives, and she was not Maja’s teacher, she just assisted the class sometimes.

With Ema, Kris developed a friendship and also a slight crush on her, though he didn’t act upon it... for a while at least. And while Kris loved spending time with Ema, he realized he didn’t have a passion like she had for gymnastics. What was he going to dedicate his life to?

Eventually, he decided to join the school’s newspaper. Becoming a journalist would probably help him with his grades, who knows? He only knew he was tired of having his Slovene teacher on his ass all the time. He has been speaking the language for his whole life, how come he’s failing at it?

Well, that didn’t matter because Kris actually took a liking into writing, though he wished he could give his opinion more often than just “stay impartial”.

One day, he was asked to interview the band Apokalipsa. He had been to one of their concerts before, though he couldn’t remember them that well. Honestly, the only reason he even remembered the name was because his father was collaborating with them for the school’s new anthem.

Kris walked to the gym where the band was having a rehearsal, and he could hear from the outside a bit of what they were playing.

Was that... “Led s Severa”? The song Kris’ father dedicated to his mom?

- In jaz grem tja, kjer je led iz severa.- “And I’m going there, where there’s ice from the North”.

Kris rushed to the gym and opened inside he yelled:

- Wrong!

The band suddenly stopped playing and started looking at this tall boy who interrupted.

- Who are you? – the drummer asked.

The small vocalist squinted his eyes to look at Kris.

- Are you... Oh! You are Gušti’s son!

- Yeah! – he got closer to them – And you are playing it wrong!

- What? – the singer laughed.

- This song isn’t played with distortion!

Kris started messing around with the pedals which seemed to get the singer pissed.

- Hey, yo, what are you doing!? Do you even know how to play the guitar?

- No, but-

- I’m so sorry, everyone. – a voice cut off Kris.

They all turned to look who had entered and it was Miha.

- What seems to be the problem? – he frowned his brow as he noticed Kris messing with the equipment.

- Nothing. – he said – I came to interview them, not you.

- Well, you should start by saying “hi”, next time. Sorry, guys, this is my rebellious son, Kris. – he pinched his cheek.

The singer smiled and extended his hand to Kris which he took hesitantly.

- I’m Bojan – he said – This is Martin, bass player, Matic is the drummer and Luka is the guitarist.

Kris had an interview with them as the original plan demanded. He noticed the one who was the most outspoken was Bojan. Bojan sure loved to talk, but he loved music somehow even more. Kris was actually fascinated by his passion, he almost... thought music was good.

To Kris, music was cold like ice which he was scared to touch... he was scared that the ice would melt under his touch, and he was scared of burning himself out with it... that’s why he never shared an interest in music... until the day he heard Apokalispa playing again.

More than their version of Led S Severa, more than the performance itself, Kris loved how Bojan interacted with the crowd. How he moved around and how he smiled. Sure, his voice needed to be worked a bit better, but he felt the need to see him more often and to... feel what Bojan was showing: confidence.

To him, Bojan’s presence is as if a bubblegum-pink flower was gifted to him to take care of. Flowers thrive with water and sun, but Kris had no way of watering it. How could he protect and help nourish such a precious object?

There was only one way... He had to melt the ice.

And for that, he needed help from someone who had managed to do it first.

When he got home, he touched the guitar his father had gifted him. He felt the steel chords against his skin and wondered how they sounded, how he could make them sound... Were they warm enough to melt that ice?

Miha was surprised to see Kris knock on his office’s door and to be looking at the floor as if he was.... embarrassed?

- Dad, can I talk to you?

- Sure, what do you want? - he set his guitar aside.

Kris entered and closed the door behind him and sat next to Miha.

- Can you... uhm. – he was a bit lost, but quickly recomposed himself – Dad, can you teach me how to play the guitar?

Miha’s face brightened up suddenly and he pulled Kris into a hug which the younger tried to uselessly fight against.

- FINALLY! – Miha kissed his cheeks, and he chuckled.

- I TAKE IT BACK, DAD!

Miha finally let him go and looked at him in his eyes.

- What changed?

Kris didn’t know how to reply... What was he going to say? “Ah yeah, flowers need water so I wanna play the guitar”? No way.

- I have this girl I want to impress. – he lied – And I think music would reach her heart.

Miha put his hand on his chest. “So, my son is in love...”, he thought.

Miha felt so happy for Kris loving someone so much that he’d be willing to change for another and to better himself.

- Dad, are you crying?

- Yeah. – he brushed the tear falling from his eyes away – You have grown so much.

Guštin tried his best to teach Kris the basics, but there was only so much he could do before Kris got lost or started complaining about how the chords hurt him. Okay, he can admit he’s not the best teacher... that’s why he decided to enroll Kris in guitar lessons during the summer.

Kris was presented to a quiet boy with dark hair and a beard. He was a year older than him and had only started playing recently too.

Kris didn’t like him much at first because he didn’t “go to the classes to make friends”, but then he heard him play and he was imminently blown away by the sound this boy could produce from the same instrument Kris had.

- Very well, Jan. – their teacher said – Jan, this is Kris. Kris this is Jan.

- Hello. – Jan smiled at him.

- Hi.

Kris was puzzled. How come such a quiet person has such a bright smile and sound?

After a while, their teacher suggested they play together and then a band... which they both seemed eager to start. Buržuazija was the name.

Kris started talking a lot with Jan even after classes and they started to hang out together often, plus Jan seemed to know Ema and he helped the two of them get together.

One day, after one of their shows, Bojan asked Kris for Jan’s number. He wasn’t sure why Bojan wanted his number, but Jan didn’t seem to mind. A couple of days later, Bojan invited Jan into a new band with Martin and Matic. Bojan invited Kris on the same day, but he hesitated at first.

“I’ll think of the matter”, he told him.

He talked to his parents about it. He wasn’t totally satisfied with how things were going with his band, and he would really like to play with Bojan and keep playing with Jan. Plus, he knew the Apokalipsa guys for longer... His heart had already decided for him, he just felt like he needed some sort of validation from his parents, which more than willing to give it to him.

They created a Facebook group chat and decided their name by throwing suggestions into the melting pot. Joker Out was the name they decided to stick to it. It has no meaning, it’s just something stupid they came up with.

They went on to write their first song, win their first competition, to have a break... Actually, when Kris stopped talking with Bojan during the band’s hiatus, he was also dumped by his girlfriend.

They were both at his house alone when the fighting started.

- I’m just trying to be honest with you and you keep letting me down! – he told her.

- WELL, IT’S TIME FOR US TO BE OVER THEN! – she yelled – IF YOU ARE JUST GOING TO BE RUTHLESS TO ME!

- I’m just being honest!

- Honesty hurts sometimes, Kris! You are my boyfriend you are supposed to be on MY SIDE!

- I’m trying to not hurt you by not telling you pretty lies!

- Bye Kris.

- We aren’t-!

- I said: BYE KRIS! – she picked up her purse, flipped him off, and left the house.

He sat down and clasped his hands together...trying to cool himself but then he suddenly threw the ring she gave to him against a nearby mirror shattering it in pieces.

He couldn’t bear being in that suffocating room, so he left and rode his bike to the Ljubljanica River as tears fell down his face. This was the closest thing he had to a sea or an ocean... This small river.

Kris Guštin: My girlfriend dumped me

Janči: are you okay?

Kris Guštin: I don’t want to talk about it anymore

Janči: then what do you want?

Kris Guštin: I want to go out! I want to drink! And I want to forget about everything

Janči: alcoholic :/

In the end, they decided to go to a nearby gay bar. Jan insisted there were cool people there to talk to and it’s not like Kris was immediately planning to flirt with anyone after a rough breakup.

Kris stayed mostly isolated at that club, even after multiple guys tried to flirt with him, though it seemed like Jan was the one having the best time by flirting back at them.

Kris just wanted to drink, managing his emotions was a job for the “Kris of tomorrow”.

- And I was just being honest! – Kris laughed after God knows how many drinks – I just wanted the best for her.

- Hey! Are you going to drink that? – Jan pointed to Kris’ shirt in which he had spilled bear earlier that night.

- Drink what?

Jan licked the stain making him giggle and, eventually, Kris started to feel more motivated to talk to people and dance at the club.

Kris noticed a small guy with brown hair and eyes who seemed as excited as a little puppy, and they danced around each other almost all night. He can’t remember exactly what happened, but they both ended up kissing as the purple square lights painted the scenery in a beautiful mosaic.

He knew it was wrong... He knew it was wrong to kiss someone right after a breakup, but it felt so good. It was his first time kissing a guy, and he didn’t know it was supposed to feel this great! He didn’t know he wanted to entangle his fingers in his hair, kiss his neck, and make him moan all night. He didn’t know that.

He fought against the alcohol to avoid taking it further – Kris doubted his parents would feel great about him bringing a stranger back home as a 17-year-old.

In the end, Jan had to drag him out of the club and take him home.

After the band’s conflicts were solved, Kris started his last year of school, feeling now so much better than how he did during those months.

During Christmas vacations, he visited his family in the Netherlands as always, and that year he had been invited to spend New Year’s with a bunch of Dutch friends, which his parents allowed him to go.

Most of his friends had girlfriends or boyfriends who planned to kiss each other when the countdown reached zero – something Kris only came to find out an hour into their party.

He didn’t know whether one particular girl at the party was single or not. He didn’t even know her, actually. She seemed to know most girls there, but Kris had never seen her. She was a tall brunette with long hair and a very enchanting smile.

As both their friends left their groups to their partners, Kris and the girl ended up having to talk to each other.

Her name was Klara, and she was a year older and studied physics in Rotterdam. Her family was originally from Indonesia, just as Kris’ grandpa, and she seemed invested in Kris’ stories about Slovenia, and his band, and his friends and family and...

Kris got distracted talking to her. One of their friends had to basically drag the two of them to the balcony to see the fireworks.

- Should we kiss each other? – Klara asked Kris.

- Sure. – he sure hoped he could use the cold of Amsterdam as an excuse for his flustered face.

Kris and Klara had their first kiss that night, one that lasted a bit longer than you’d expect for a New Year’s kiss. It even got some of their friends telling them to get a room.

At the end of the night, they exchanged numbers and promised to meet again as Klara kissed Kris on the cheek goodbye.

They did end up visiting each other as often as they could during vacations and eventually started dating.

As seasons began to change, Kris decided to go to the river with some of his friends and when he finally got some time to lay on his towel, he felt a shadow being cast on him.

When he opened his eyes, he noticed a familiar face: Ema’s.

- Hello, Krisko. – she said hesitantly.

He didn’t say a word, instead, he just sat down, now left with an uncomfortable feeling brought by her presence.

- Can I sit next to you?

He didn’t say anything, instead, he looked at her hair, and at its new color: brown.

- How are things going for you? - she asked – I imagine you have a lot of work now with university and... is the band still a thing?

- Yes. – Kris replied dryly as he couldn’t help but feel powerless next to her.

- I’m in Ljubljana for this week, spring break, you know how it is. – she chucked awkwardly – Listen, Krisko-!

- Don’t call me that.

- Oh yeah… I forgot I’m no longer your girlfriend so I can’t call you nicknames, I see. Does your new girlfriend call you that?

“News spreads fast”, Kris thought.

- What did you come here for?

She stopped for a while before talking again.

- Krisko, I miss you. – she declared – And I heard you had a new girlfriend and I noticed how much I missed you as my boyfriend and I-

- And you what?

- I forgive you.

- Forgive me?

- Yes! Like, I get it: Not everyone is great at giving up their values for others, but I understand that-

- You understood nothing! Please, don’t talk to me anymore! I want you out of my life!

- But Krisko-!

- Stop! I’m so done with you! You were the one who put an end to our relationship, don’t you dare crawl back and ask us to get back together!

- If that’s what you want, so be it! – she got up – But I dare you to try and keep up that “honest act” of yours and see who will be left in your friend group!

- My friends understand me unlike you! – he also got up.

- Oh, do they now, Kris? Or are you forgetting your band already broke up once because of you!? – she pointed to his chest – You and Bojan decided to fight for something stupid and the band broke up. You can’t keep relationships, Kris!

He breathed in slowly and then proceeded to remove Ema’s finger from his chest.

- The difference between Bojan and the band, and you is that I would come back to them over and over again! But to you? Sorry, Ema, I can’t even bear the sight of you anymore if you think relationships are something as fragile as that. The only reason your relationships are like that is because you could never change for someone else, Ema.

She looked at him in shock. She started crying and with one last yell:

- Fuck you, Kris.

And he never saw her again.

Kris picked up his stuff and texted the group about his departure.

When he got home, he immediately locked himself in his room with just his thoughts and the guitar.

He was bitter, and he wanted to play the aggressive chords and notes that came out of his heart and were played by his fingers.

He was done living in a world where his view was shaped by hers. He wanted to live in a world where he was allowed to see and experiment with all the colors, even the ugly ones, because what’s the point if not?

- This song is shit. – Bojan told him

- Seriously!? – Kris complained.

- Sorry not sorry, Krisko, but this is a no. We could always rework it if you want but I think this is really bad. Want my help?

- No, I don’t want your fucking help.

- Well, bummer. – he stayed quiet before he turned to smile again – Tell me again what you told to Ema?

- Bojan, enough.

- “The difference between Bojan and the band, and you is that I would come back to them over and over again”, I like that. – Bojan giggled and Kris threw a pillow at his face.

- We don’t talk about it anymore!

- Boo-hoo. I love you too. – Bojan went to Kris and grabbed his cheeks to kiss him in the face while the younger one protested.

After a few more rejected versions of the song, Kris came up with the final song and it was finally approved by all the elements of the band. The name? “Ne govoriva več o tem”(Ngvot) - “We don’t talk about it anymore”.

The next song Kris ended up writing was “Dopamin”.

At first, he was a bit lost on what to do since Bojan kept rejecting his song over and over again. He knew he wanted something to do with science because he wanted to sing it for Klara, but the lyrics sounded forced.

Then Bojan asked him to think of a moment. To think of a moment, or a touch, or a gesture, or a word that was dedicated to him and where he felt a rush of adrenaline, that’s where he would find his source of inspiration.

But Kris couldn’t think of anything. What would he choose? The few dates he had with Klara? Their first time? Their declaration to each other? Their first kiss? All of these sounded so basic to him. They sounded...overdone.

So, he chose another important moment of his life unrelated to Klara: the kiss he shared with the stranger at the club.

Sure, it’s not about Klara, but Kris felt such a rush of dopamine when he kissed those lips as if he would die if he spent any second apart from them, and maybe if he wasn’t so drunk he would have asked that person out, but now they were gone.

Yet Kris still puts his fingers on his lips when he thinks of that day as if he hoped to find him again and ask him what he did to shake his ground so much.

Eventually, Kris concluded he must be “some flavor of gay” – Jan facepalmed when he heard that.

For a while, the boys tried to fit their careers with their studies and jobs, but, in 2020, everything closed, and, while on lockdown, Bojan decided to sing at home and make a small solo concert at home.

Kris was excited to watch it and decided to gather his whole family to hear the songs since Bojan was planning to sing one of the new ones. Maks was the only one that objected but their mom told them that the band is important for Kris so he should listen.

Bojan began with singing “Gola” and oh how the memories flushed back to Kris... About the band’s hiatus period how this song was both responsible for it and how it brought them together again.

Kris could almost swear he melted hearing this version – but he won’t. Nobody needs to know that.

“Omamlejno Telo” was next and oh, Bojan decided to sing softly again...okay. It's so obvious his vocal progression with this one... His voice control has changed to a whole new level...

- “Vem da Greš”? – Miha asked.

- Oh, it’s our new single. Bojan really likes this one.

Kris remembers what Bojan told him about “Vem da Greš”. He said he met someone while we were on a break and that they shook their ground, but they left him. He said he would travel to the sun for that person and leave his life behind as the Earth burns.

“Dramatic bitch”, Kris thought.

Kris’ mind turned off for a second until he heard Bojan mention his name and how he had two songs in the album they were going to release.

- I can’t sing it, but I would like to sing something that’s probably close to him. – the singer said through the screen – So I’m going to play something his father wrote.

Kris turned to Miha, and everyone else turned to Kris as he started trying to make himself small on the couch and hid his flustered cheeks as much as he could.

- I’m going to sing “Garbage (Hip hop med nogami)”.

- Mama, is that a dad song? – Maja asked.

“Shit, she’s here”, Kris forgot about his younger sister. Should she be hearing this? Doesn’t look like it by the face his mom was making.

Maks on the other hand seemed to suddenly wake up from scrolling on his phone.

- Všeč si mi k' hod'š, všeč k' govoriš – “I like the way you walk, I like the way you talk” -Všeč so mi poteze, vse k' jih nardiš – “I like the moves you make”.

Kris tried very hard to not look at any of his family member’s faces, so he forced himself to just look at Bojan on the screen.

- Mikajo me noge, mika me telo – “I’m tempted by your legs, I’m tempted by your body” - Nor sem na štrumpantle in svilen blago – “I'm crazy about strumpets and silk fabrics”.

Okay, Kris had to look away after that one and Maks is fucking recording the screen, seriously?

- Mama, why does Bojan want Kris in silk fabrics?

- Okay, Maja, I think it’s past your bedtime now. – Chantal tried to remove the young girl from the room, but she kept insisting on staying.

- Bojan looks very embarrassed, Kris. OH MY GOD, WAS THAT A LIP BITE!? – Maks laughed out loud and Kris threw him a slipper to the head – MAMA, KRIS HIT ME!

- Kris! – she complained.

- Sorry, mama.

- Dostkrat se sprašujem, dostkrat mi ni prou – "Many times I wonder, many times I don't understand” - Zakaj me ne pogledaš, mogoče ti bo žou! “Why don't you look at me, maybe you'll like it!”

- Kris, please look at him, he has puppy eyes.

And another slipper went flying.

- Both of you are grounded.

- Mama, I’m an adult already! – Kris complained.

- Then act like it!

- Sanjam, k' ti prste zapletem med lase – “I dream of tangling my fingers in your hair” - Sanjam, k' ti jezik prlep'm na zobe – “I dream of sticking my tongue on your teeth”.

- NO WAY, NO WAY, NO WAY. – Maks said and this time it was Maja who told him to shut it.

- Hotu bi te gledat, hotu bi te 'met – “I would like to look at you, I would like to throw you” - Raztrgu bi obleko, vzel bi ves tvoj med – “I'd rip your dress, I'd take all your honey”.

Kris wanted to kill Maks for being a nuisance, Bojan for telling him to watch this concert, his father for writing the song, and himself for inviting the whole family to watch this. He’s not sure in which order he should go by, though.

He looked around and noticed his father wasn’t there anymore, when did he leave?

- Garbage hip hop med nogami – “Garbage hip hop between your legs” – Garbage hip hop.

Chantal turned off the television they were watching the transmission from and sighed.

- That’s enough of that... – she stayed silent for a while before yelling – GUŠTIN GET YOUR ASS HERE, I’M SURE YOU HAVE SOMETHING TO DO WITH THIS!

Kris sighed... it was finally over.

- I have a question! – Maja raised her arm – Why does Bojan want to be in between your legs?

- No, Maja, no he doesn’t. – Kris dismissed her.

- Like, it makes no sense. You wouldn’t be able to breathe.

- I...

- In a couple of years, I tell you what that’s about. – Maks told her.

- I’m only 5 years younger than you!

- Maks. – Kris called him - Friendly reminder the song was written by Dad. In case you want to tell her in detail about what it is, just think about the fact Dad wrote about someone.

- Okay, gross.

What were two weeks turned into a couple of months of not being able to go outside normally.

One morning, Kris got out of his room nearing midday and was greeted by his mom on the way to his room.

- Kris... Your hair is a mess.

- I just woke up. – he scratched the back of his head and yawned.

His hair was in the air, and he had an online class in about 5 minutes – which he did not plan to turn his camera on for. He had spent a good chunk of the night on a call with some of his friends playing Among Us – which he only won when he wasn’t the impostor because he is just too easy to read when he’s lying.

- Let me fix that for you. – Kris bent down for his mom to help him with his hair – Your hair is growing so much.

- Oh, yeah. I guess I haven’t cut it in a while.

- I like it so much. – Chantal tucked it behind his ear – It has been a long time since I’ve seen it like that.

- I guess so... – they stood next to each other and looked at the mirror in the hallway,

- You’ve grown to be a handsome man, Kris.

- Mama...

- Je mama houdt zoveel van je... – “Your mama loves you very much”.

- Ik houd ook van jou. – “I love you too” – Now I’ll be late for my class!

- Oh, yes! Sorry about that. I’ll wake up your sister who’s late for hers.

It was during the pandemic that Kris found confidence in his hairstyle and gender identity. He decided to let his hair grow again because he understood it didn’t matter what people would think: he still felt like a man and “hair is hair” not your gender identity. And if someone is bothered by that, Kris would laugh in their face because he didn’t care.

A while after the lockdown, Matic left the band and Jure replaced him and that’s when the Demoni era began.

With his newfound confidence, Kris felt like he could finally release “Ngvot” officially.

They were a little scared of releasing Demoni since they were just starting to make it begin in Slovenia. What if the “second album curse” fell onto it? What if it didn’t fit the expectations? However, they managed to keep the curse away and the album seemed to do just as great if not better than their first album!

But with so much success and with things starting to “get real”, someone had to make a decision: Martin left the band. And Kris remembers very well the tears that followed and the fear that overtook all of them and how all their burdens fell onto him.

Even so, they proceeded. They continued even scared because that was the only way they’d achieve their dreams.

After the new member arrived at the band, Nace, Kris got along with him very well. They hung out most days especially because they lived near each other and they would often have Jam sessions, and Kris knew he could count on Nace when he just needed a moment of peace from the whole band.

Nace was his roommate during Eurovision, and he was there when Kris arrived at their room after the semi-final, and he just jumped on the bed to stare at the ceiling as the adrenaline died down and he started to feel tears forming in his eyes, and rolling down his cheeks.

- Nace... – he said – We are in the final. We are in the fucking final!

Nace hugged him and cry kept crying.

- We did it, Nace! We did it... I’m so happy.

- And we are going to keep at it, okay?

- Definitely.

♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩♫♩

Bokris from Miha's pov hehe.

anyways! Sources!

CHAPTER 1

Miha thought Kris was ugly as a baby and he gave him a guitar at 11: https://novice.svet24.si/clanek/zabava/626a937a72d5e/miha-gustin-gusti-upam-da-sinu-ne-delam-sramote

Kris didn't like his father's music: https://novice.svet24.si/clanek/astro/616977e71ab9c/miha-gustin-gusti-in-sin-kris-glasbenika-in-zaveznika-razlicna-okusa-a-ista-ljubezen-do-glasbe

Kris wasn't able to color inside the lines (same source as point 1)

Kris likes more Slovenian food than dutch: https://jokeroutsubs.tumblr.com/post/739664742412697600/eng-translation-rocknroll-in-the-blood

Summer Vacation: https://mihagustin.blogspot.com/2011/07/najstnisko-dolgocasje.html

Kris used to play football: https://youtu.be/qpYY9BwpLRc?si=NiblKnDzy99vTDnp&t=373

Kris doesn't think he's good at sports or games (same source as 6)

Kris decided to cut his hair at the age of 10 because he was bullied for "being a girl" : https://youtube.com/shorts/syrFFuLax7U?si=9QkodFxyt98OZU1F

Kris wasn't good in school, but then he became an excellent student (same source as 2)

Miha and Chantal are Allieeeees: https://youtu.be/gRSbqtNlsXA?si=k05ZWnJXrL1VOyHL

Maja does gymnastics (same source as point 4)

Kris was a reporter at school when he met the apokalipsa guys: https://www.tumblr.com/jokeroutsubs/725625224282963968/nace-jordan-for-slovenian-online-journal-aleteia?source=share

Kris started playing guitar after meeting Bojan and because of the girls even though his father is a musician: https://youtu.be/U8J_RhxAQdE?si=xwhrcI-KaKUUxW2N

That song isn't played with distortion: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mIlnXLv1g1Y&ab_channel=Elja

Kris asking his dad to teach him how to play (same source as point 2)

Look at Krisko at the Apokalipsa's concert: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=B7iCkNDnHMo&ab_channel=BANDAPOKALIPSA

Kris and Jan's band: https://youtu.be/GQNhhX7ih5A?si=xFsaLhmVruOVK7Hu

Ngvot: https://youtu.be/hP79eReOczA?si=2IyyLFCA67VlpEQE

Gay Bar: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sotVP84VSFk&ab_channel=Alex

Kris hard to get: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=djIyhgUmWlA&ab_channel=EurovisionInsider & https://www.tumblr.com/kurooscoffee/732261010119016448/eng-sub-dropping-some-bokris-lore-bc-this-is-too?source=share

Gola: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ccs1DU8bya4&ab_channel=kurooscoffee

Kris' GF is dutch (Same source as point 4)

Bojan rejected Ngvot multiple times (NEED HELP FINDING THE SOURCE)

Bojan rejecting Dopamin: https://youtu.be/obG8dxtDH-o?si=W5FaO-HI-UzW5Lhb&t=1042

Either Bele Sanje or Dopamin is about a girl: https://www.instagram.com/reel/C2Kepp8udXQ/?utm_source=ig_web_copy_link&igsh=MzRlODBiNWFlZA==

Garbage HipHop: https://www.tumblr.com/kurooscoffee/743786585087148032/reblogging-cuz-i-googled-what-%C5%A1trumpantli?source=share

In 2022, Miha said Kris was dating a girl for the past 3 years: https://novice.svet24.si/clanek/astro/616977e71ab9c/miha-gustin-gusti-in-sin-kris-glasbenika-in-zaveznika-razlicna-okusa-a-ista-ljubezen-do-glasbe

As of the beginning of 2023, he was still dating the same girl: https://jokeroutsubs.tumblr.com/post/720664604133523456/hey-guys-thanks-for-all-your-hard-work

Kris and Nace were roommates during ESC: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ARgHgpEz9iI&ab_channel=ESCunited

Real Miha and Chantal love story (JUST LOOK AT THEM, THEY ARE ADORABLE): https://x.com/kurooscoffee/status/1806671881308659810?s=46&t=yp0BYR2xB56k6qgtrkXLOg

Kris wrote NGVOT in 2018: https://www.metropolitan.si/scena/glasba/skupina-joker-out-nam-je-razkrila-kaj-ne-sme-manjkati-v-zaodrju-preseneceni-boste/

#never made a post so long I think lol #joker out #joker out kris #joker out bojan #bokris #joker out fanfic #polaroid photos universe

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mashed-potatoes-art · 10 months

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Bantiarna Gheimhridh / Lady Winter

Tágann sí ag bás an fhómhair, 's ag damhsa na deireadh duilleoga 's ag racht goil na n-éin ag tús an codladh chruinne.

Bánaíonn mo bharraí, le síoc 's sneachta, 's Cuireann sí an leac oighir ar na haibhneacha 's na lochanna.

Taispeánann sí dom na réalta is soilsí sa spéir na hoíche, 's mise i mo theach teolaí, ag taitneamh as teas na tine.

Fágann sí ag breith an tearrach, nuair a éiríonn na chéad bláthanna, 's a dhúisíonn an domhain, le ceol na n-éin.

Cuirim coróin na cróch ar a cheann, nuair a thagann sí póg fuar dom 's deirim léi: "Slán leat, feicfidh mé tú an bhliain seo chugainn, A Bhantiarna Gheimhridh, tá tú i mo chuimhne 's mo chroí ".

She comes at the death of autumn, and at the dance of the last leaves, and at the weeping of the birds at the start of the world's slumber.

She whitens my fields, with ice and snow, and she puts the ice on the rivers and lakes.

She shows me the brightest stars in the night sky whilst I am in my cozy home, enjoying the warmth of the fire.

She leaves at the birth of spring, when the first flowers bloom, and the world awakens with the song of the birds.

I put a crown of crocus' on her head, when she gives me a cold kiss and I tell her: Goodbye, I will see you next year, Lady Winter, you are in my memories and my heart.

#irish poetry #gaeilge #irish language #Winter imagery #tbh its a bit nerve-wrecking but you gotta get your poetry out there somehow right?#not even my first poem in Irish or first poem in general but I wanna see how this goes

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kiragecko · 1 year

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Stopping By the Woods on a Snowy Evening

By Robert Frost

Translated into Mochica. Written with Maya glyphs. (Description in ALT.)

mo-ŋo ne-pe-te le-pe-ko ma-ŋa ʃa-ma-ke-mo-ño

mong-än nepät jepäko m-ang šam-kem moiñ

this-plural tree owner may-they recognize-d.be by.me

Whose woods these are I think I know.

ʔa-ta yu-nu-ru-ni-ki fe-lo-ko ɕu-ŋa-ne-ke

at iun-är-nik fe lok ssiung ān-ek

although village-of-in is located his house-in

His house is in the village though;

ʔa-yo-ŋo no-ta-fa no-ke-me pa-cha-me-ze-ta mo-ño mi-na-ŋa la-sa-ka

aiong änta f' nok-kem pa chäm esta moiñ, min ang lä-ssäk

by.him not is see-n.be have future.should not me, here is locate-d. being

He will not see me stopping here

me-ñe-ke-me to-po ko-cha-ŋa ɕu-ŋu ne-pe-te-na ka-na-ma

meiñ-kem-top kōcha-ng, ssiung netəp-än ak-näm

fill-ed.be-until fog-by, his tree-s watch-to

To watch his woods fill up with snow.

Further information under the cut:

The Moche were a coastal civilization of northern Peru. They did not have snow, but I felt a cold fog building up had a similar feel. I don't think I had to fudge anything else in the translation itself.

Writing it, though!

The Moche were part of a trade network that stretched up to the Maya. Shells from Maya waters were an important status symbol. While they DIDN'T adopt Maya writing, it doesn't require TOO much alternative history to get them to do so. Plus, you know, I wanted to use Maya glyphs. So I did ;)

However, Mochica has an extra vowel, and a lot of different consonants from Maya. And the writing system is syllabic, so to write things with perfect accuracy I would have had to add a symbol for every single different consonant combined with 'ä', as well as six symbols for each new consonant. That's too much. I am slowly creating symbols for the consonants as I need them. This poem has 9:

fa - from 'fanu', 'dog'

fe - from 'fellu', 'duck'

ze - from 'senu', 'cranefly/fly' (ignore the spelling. How we spell Mochica words needs an entire post. Possibly more.)

ɕu/ɕo - from the Maya glyph for 'they/he/she', since it's usually used for 'ssio, ssiung', 'they/he/she, theirs/his/hers'

ru - from 'rūz', 'moat/canal'

ñe - from 'ñieš-', 'to trade/exchange'

ño - from the Maya glyph for 'man/person', used for the Mochica word 'ñofän', 'man/male'

ŋa - from 'iang', 'crab/shrimp' ('ng' isn't allowed at the beginning of Mochica words)

ŋo - from 'ong', 'carob tree/algorrobo'

ŋu - from the Maya glyph for 'spine/thorn/penis', used for the Mochica word 'ȷ̕ung-','to poke/sting/cut'

(I really like Moche crabs. Look at some of these dudes, before I needed to ink them!)

The extra vowel, 'ä', however, is probably a shwa ('ə'). Shwas are barely vowels. To see how wimpy a shwa is, try this:

say the words 'bigger' and 'middle' casually (not emphasizing them) and try to hear the vowel before the final 'r' and 'l'.

Like, it's SORT OF there. Linguists argue if those are syllabic consonants (consonants pretending to be vowels), or if they have tiny shwas.

Some languages have shwas that act like normal vowels, but both English and Mochica have ones that like to disappear. Some Mochica words can be pronounced with or without their shwas. Most Mochica shwas can disappear if a suffix is added to the word. And sometimes, other vowels turn into shwas when suffixes are added!

So I decided that shwas were dumb, and were going to be treated the same way that Maya writing treated consonants without vowels. If the Maya needed to write a consonant that didn't have a vowel, they chose a glyph that had the same vowel as the previous glyph (ie. 'xan' can be written 'xa-na', and 'okib' can be written 'o-ki-bi'.)

So to write 'yunärnik', 'in the village', I used the glyphs 'yu-nu-ru-ni-ki'. A bit harder to parse for someone who doesn't know the language, but probably pretty clear to anyone who knew Mochica suffixes.

#gecko writes pretty #mochica #moche #dead languages #andean languages #historical linguistics #classical maya #calligraphy #every time I do this I prepare to get 2 notes #because my interests are niche #so far they have all gotten more than that #so I will keep sharing #it's so fun to see other people enjoy something I love #but if y'all don't that's fine too #I'll keep doing it for myself

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illusioneddrawer64 · 6 months

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Custo with his fellow military janitorial and cleanup crewmates on Space Riders spaceships were unfortunately caught in the crossfire between Space Riders’ forces and the Prototype’s cult. The recent intense battle had both parties sustain heavy casualties.

Medical staff unfortunately reported that the wounds that Custo has are intense (not able to use surgery due numerous factors) and will have to wear a special mask (inspired by Joseph Merrick’s Elephant Man mask) to cover his sustained disfigurement.

When it was that time for gala events happen again; Custo wanted to help out to set up (and clean up later) but bit concerned how many will react his current appearance. Yet thanks to the encouragement of Dogday and other Space Riders, he showed up as one of service busboys as he usually do.

As a bonus; he had a bit of heart for music entertainment. With the help of other crewmates, they performed songs as part of charity work for wounded military veterans etc.

Proposed Playlist Songs performed at the Gala:

Defying Gravity, The Other Side, Ship In A Bottle, Magic (Mystery Skulls), HBO John Adams’ Opening Titles (Rob Lane), No More Kings (Schoolhouse Rock), Sit Down John (Sherman Edwards), Hamilton’s Satisfied, Shot Heard Round the World (Schoolhouse Rock), Les Miserables’ ABC Cafe/Red and Black, The Wellerman, Everybody Wants To Rule the World, You Know My Name, Another Way To Die, Skyfall, Writings On The Wall (Sam Smith), A Storm Is Coming (Han Zimmer), Rory’s First Kiss (Han Zimmer), Macrotus (Han Zimmer), Astronomia, Do the Hippogriff, Leta’s Flashblack/Ballroom Dance (James Howard), Hot Chocolate (Alan Silvestri), The Snow Miser Song, The Heat Miser Song, Tunes of Anarchy, Rock and Roll (Gary Glitter), Sandstorm (Darude), Into the Groove (Madonna), City of Stars/Planetarium (Justin Hurwitz), Start a Fire (John Legend), O-Zone (Dragostea Din Tei), Chocolate Rain (Tay Zonday), Resonant Chamber (Animusic), Marble Machine (Wintergatan), Old Town Road (Lil Nas X), Star Walkin, Run (BlackGryph0n), Type 40 (Chameleon Circuit), Song of the Sun (Janice Quatlane), Hated By Life (Hatsune Miku), Art Is Dead (boburnham), Weekdays Beatbox (Adym Evans), Human (Rag’n’Bone), Southern Cross (403 Forbiddena), Northern Lights (403 Forbiddena), Kings and Queens (Ava Max), Drum Solo (Neil Peart), All Good Things (Get Up), Break Time (Madeline Queripel), Deja Veju, Running in the 90s (Max Coveri), Blind Justice Investigation (AlterniaBound), Megalovania (Toby Fox), Big Shot (Toby Fox), My Ordinary Life (The Living Tombstone), Waving Through The Window (Ben Platt), Sweet Victory (David Glen Eisley), Blown Away, Damaged (Danity Kane), Power (Kanye Omari), My Drunken Irish Dad (Seth Macfarlane), The Highway Man (Loreena McKennitt), Galway Girl (Ed Sheeran), A Rose For Epona (Eluveitie), Taixu (lasah), Sihouette (Owl City), In the Name of Love (Martin Garrix), Read All About It (Emeli Sande), Hallelujah (Michael Henry), Counting Stars, Classical Gas (Mason Williams), Safe and Sound (Capital Cities), World of Tanks (Alan Aztec), Scatman (John Larkin), Waiting For A Miracle (Stephanie Beatriz), It’s Alright (Mother Mother), and Proud Corazon (Anthony Gonzalez).

For @onyxonline Space Riders AU.

#doodles #onyxonline #poppy playtime #space riders au #music #songs #playlist

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YA Books about 🇦🇹 Austria

List of Austria books for the YA World Challenge.

It's been quite a while since I did a country-themed list. This one has been sitting in the drafts for a while.

I have discovered that YA books in English featuring Austria consist of only 3 categories:

WW2 (sometimes WW1)

Empress Sisi (interchangeable with Marie Antoinette or Nannerl Mozart)

Eva Ibbotson

And that's it. Well, I'm kidding, but it almost seems like it. Here's the little list I came up with. Feel free to suggest any I missed - I mostly search through Goodreads to find these so the list is prone to mistakes and omissions!

I Don't Live Here Anymore by Gabi Kreslehner 💚 The Kingdom of Back by Marie Lu ⌛🦋 Gretel and the Dark by Eliza Granville ⌛ When the World Was Ours by Liz Kessler ⌛ Leviathan by Scott Westerfeld ⌛🦋 A Song for Summer by Eva Ibbotson 💚 Magic Flutes by Eva Ibbotson 💚 The Star of Kazan by Eva Ibbotson 💚 The Musician's Daughter by Susanne Dunlap ⌛ Bambi: A Life in the Woods by Felix Salten 💚 Carmilla by Joseph Sheridan Le Fanu ⌛🦋 Becoming Marie Antoinette: A Novel by Juliet Grey ⌛ European Travel for the Monstrous Gentlewoman (#2) by Theodora Goss ⌛🦋 Wanderlost by Jen Malone 🏖️ Coronets and Steel by Sherwood Smith 🏖️🦋 The Empress by Gigi Griffis ⌛ The Secret Diary of a Princess by Melanie Clegg ⌛ The School at the Chalet by Elinor M. Brent-Dyer ⌛ In Mozart's Shadow: His Sister's Story by Carolyn Meyer ⌛ Apple's Song by Blake Ryan 🏖️

Hedy and her Amazing Invention by Jan Wahl 🛩️ The Thing I'm Most Afraid Of by Kristin Levine 🏖️♿ The Language of Spells by Garret Weyr 🦋 Searching for Lottie by Susan Ross 🛩️ Moonlight on the Magic Flute by Mary Pope Osborne 🏖️⌛🦋 Marie Antoinette, Princess of Versailles by Kathryn Lasky ⌛ The Night Crossing by Karen Ackerman ⌛ Stolen Words by Amy Goldman Koss 🏖️ The Taste of Snow by Stephen V. Masse

Memoir

Today is the Last Day of the Rest of Your Life by Ulli Lust GN 💚 How I Tried to Be a Good Person by Ulli Lust GN 💚 Fat by Regina Hofer 💚♿ Becoming Alice: A Memoir by Alice Rene 💚⌛

NA/Adult

The Accidental Empress by Allison Pataki ⌛ The Last Train to London by Meg Waite Clayton ⌛ Exile Music: A Novel by Jennifer Steil ⌛🌈 The English Girl by Margaret Leroy ⌛🏖️ The Secret Society of Salzburg by Renee Ryan ⌛ The Edelweiss Sisters by Kate Hewitt ⌛ The Light After the War by Anita Abriel ⌛ The End of Days by Jenny Erpenbeck ⌛ The Lost Letter by Jillian Cantor ⌛ The Winter Soldier by Daniel Mason ⌛ House of Gold by Natasha Solomons ⌛ Setting Free the Bears John Irving Stolen Beauty by Laurie Lico Albanese ⌛ The Girl with the Golden Scissors by Julia Drosten ⌛ Hidden Among the Stars by Melanie Dobson ⌛

💚 Native Author 🛩️ Immigrant or diaspora 🏖️ non-native characters in or about the country (ex. vacation/adventure) ⌛ Historical 🦋 Fantasy or Paranormal 🌈 LGBTQ+ ♿ Disability rep

#book list #austria #europe #ya books #booklr #diverse books

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busghost · 2 years

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I posted 1,299 times in 2022

198 posts created (15%)

1,101 posts reblogged (85%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@cloud-ya

@flyingfudgenuggets

@caydencrypted

@valliass

@snow-n-cream

I tagged 1,195 of my posts in 2022

Only 8% of my posts had no tags

#honkai impact - 1,082 posts

#raiden mei - 149 posts

#kiana kaslana - 138 posts

#fu hua - 120 posts

#herrscher of the void - 76 posts

#senti - 61 posts

#murata himeko - 57 posts

#bronya zaychik - 48 posts

#bianka ataegina - 48 posts

#hi3 lore - 43 posts

Longest Tag: 136 characters

#and i feel bad cause new players don't get all the events that were so fun and really made the 6 st. freya characters feel like a family

My Top Posts in 2022:

Pardo in lore: I cannot fight, I am weak like a small baby

Pardo in gameplay: I have replaced half the elemental supports in Memorial Arena

231 notes - Posted April 28, 2022

Happy Pride Month to Honkai Impact

Kiana and Mei

Bronya and Seele

See the full post

248 notes - Posted June 1, 2022

I dislike that the recent reveal has led to some people calling Kiana K-423, so they can call Bianka Kiana instead. They both already have names you know?

252 notes - Posted February 4, 2022

do we know what honkai beast each flamechaser has in them?

Not every single one but for quite a few!

Kevin has genes from the Emperor-class Honkai beast Parvati, the boss in MA and the Honkai beast Theresa killed when she was only 1 year old. Parvati has ice powers thus all the red/black ice Kevin uses and the -30°C body temperature.

See the full post

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My #1 post of 2022

You know about those? I have so many questions...would you be willing to expand on that chart?

The post in question, in case anyone missed it.

I'll just go down the list and start explaining every one I know in a sentence or two.

Welcome everyone to busghost explains the joke.

The first box is pretty self explanatory. Lobby 1 belongs in hell though. I once saw somebody say "use my tongue as your toilet paper" and that's the quality of statements said in Lobby 1 NA.

The Second Box begins getting a little more interesting.

Brilliant Light Fu Hua: there's a scene in the bunny girl video where Senti temporarily takes over Hua's body and feels up her own ass.

Dvalin: has a cameo in chapter 17 when Otto looks across the multiverse.

I dunno daily accounts, maybe it means playing every day.

LE/HoT/HoF Armada support: You always set your friend support as one of them because they give MASSIVE starting sp to people, unconditionally in LE's case.

Theres'a creation: This is just the Theresa Chronicle. She's a clone of Kallen with genes from the Honkai beast Vishnu. Otto was trying one of his many schemes to get Kallen back.

Genshin Appropriation: Genshiners™ only care about Honkai for the bare minimum it can provide them with Genshin Theories, don't actually know/care about the story, and treat it like a stupid little side game to the Holy Relic that is Genshin. "DAE HIMEKO IS DILUC'S MOM???" "OMG DILUC IS A COOLER HIMEKO" You've probably heard these phrases before.

Idk what the Otto homophobia is, probably people who think that Otto wanted to pursue a romantic relationship with Kallen and ignored the fact that she's gay. That opinion kinda misses out on all the nuance of Otto and Kallen's relationship.

Kiana flies herself to the Moon: I mean, she does. Characters do it a few times actually. Also Fly Me 2 the Moon was Mihoyo's first game and it's main character is Kiana.

The Day You Vanished with the Stars: The event that has broken everyone's hearts by making you watch the Captain try to save Kongming over and over and endlessly failing. A really good event, most people's favorite in the Captainverse.

"She will never forget the promise to go to the beach with her friend": Bronya promised to take Seele to the sea but then Seele got quantized and trapped in the Sea of Quanta. Very sad, won't be fulfilled for years.

The Third Box

A-303: Theresa is clone serial number A-310. Otto made her fight A-303 but Theresa refused to kill her. A-303 grows up to become Amber. (idk why she grows up and Teri doesn't, or why Amber is a cyborg)

Fu Hua's taxes: this a great meme from tumblr where somebody asked how/if Fu Hua would pay taxes all the way at Mt. Taixuan. https://busghost.tumblr.com/post/665322989875806208/well-the-answer-is-simple-does-fu-hua-legally

APHO Project Bunny: Project Bunny 19C has retired in APHO so Bronya gets a new gun from Theresa and she names it Project Bunny 0019

Schicksal is the Catholic Curch: I mean that's exactly what it says. The leader is an Archbishop, the Valkyries used to dress like nuns. There are crosses everywhere and Kallen mentions that they're supposed to follow the "Good Book" a name for the Bible. They also talk about "holy" this and that and there are churches everywhere. This makes it VERY funny that Schicksal's cover story in the modern day is as a religious charity/ idol company that calls their idols Valkyries.

Unfinished stories is to general for me say anything about, I'm certain there are unfinished/abandoned plots in Honkai.

Lesbian Jesus: After Kallen dies people start regarding her as the Holy Maid who died for our sins to save everyone... Sound similar to certain Christian religious figure?

Joachim Nokianvertanen: The name Welt Yang was given by his parents. He adopted the Name Welt after taking up the responsibilities of being the Herrscher of Reason. Yang is his mother's maiden name.

Honkai Tumblr: You are here.

Fetus Mobius: not 100% sure but Mobius spoke her first words minutes after being born, so that's pretty funny. The question is also posed that if Mobius died enough times will she revert all the way back to a fetus?

Adam x Mei/Bronya shippers exist: self explanitory and gross! they really did go "unlesbians your gays". Also Adam is a minor.

Durandal's Age: the origins of Bianka are known now but before the only thing we knew about Bianka's age was that Jan 1st, 2000 was a placeholder since she had no memories. This led to plenty of people calling Rita a pedophile for being in a relationship with, even though Bianka is clearly not 16-17. It's over now, We know how old she is, 19 nearly 20.

Fourth Box

Kiana B: Bianka is the original Kiana. Rearrange the letters in Bianka and it spells Kiana B. The other Kiana...

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Ela era canadense, mas tinha parentes russos. Na época estava estudando Belas Artes e praticava equitação, ela me contava de seu cavalo baio e os dias que cavalgava me pareciam ser os dias mais felizes dela. Era ruiva, doce e divertida. Seu diretor de cinema favorito era Wes Andersen e ela também amava o musical Les Miserables, sendo Do You Hear The People Sing sua canção favorita dela. Um dia ela me disse que Ardil 22 era o livro favorito dela; eu gostava das coisas que ela me indicava, comprei o livro e só li anos depois de já termos perdido contato. Nunca vou poder contar o quanto amei, o quanto rí e o quanto fui dilacerada por essa história, Yossarian também é agora um dos meus personagens mais queridos.

Foi tão bom poder ter trocado mensagens com você! Me encorajou demais a praticar meu inglês e graças a isso eu tive coragem de conversar com uma turista pela primeira vez! Você foi uma amizade feliz e alaranjada, se fosse possível te encontrar eu ia querer que fosse como crianças brincando de guerra de neve!

She was Canadian but had Russian relatives. At that time she was studying Fine Arts and practicing horse riding lessons, she would tell me about her bay horse and the days she rode seemed to me the happiest for her. She was redheaded, sweet and fun. Her favorite film director was Wes Andersen and she also loved the musical Les Miserables, with Do You Hear The People Sing being her favorite song from it. One day she told me that Catch 22 was her favorite book; as I liked the things she suggested to me, I bought the book, but only read it years after we had already lost contact. I can never tell her how much I loved it, how much I laughed and how much I was torn apart by this story, Yossarian is also now one of my most beloved characters.

It was so nice to be able to exchange messages with you! It really encouraged me to practice my English and thanks to that I had the courage to talk to a tourist for the first time! You were a happy and orange colored friendship, if it were possible to meet you I would want it to be like children playing a snow fight!

#people I met here and I won't forget #so long ago #tumblr friends #virtual friends #miss you #hope you're doing well

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fabiansteinhauer · 5 months

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Oh Ino

O judge

O Mom and Dad

Mom and Dad

O judge

O Mom and Dad

Mom and Dad

Hi. I′m not home right now. But if you want to leave a

Message, just start talking at the sound of the tone.

Hello? This is your Mother

Are you there?

Are you coming home?

Hello?

Is anybody home?

Well, you don't know me, but I know you

And I′ve got a message to give to you

Here come the planes

So you better get ready

Ready to go

You can come as you are, but pay as you go

Pay as you go

And I said: OK. Who is this really? And the voice said:

This is the hand, the hand that takes

Here come the planes.

They're American planes

Made in America

Smoking or non-smoking?

And the voice said: Neither snow nor rain nor gloom

Of night shall stay these couriers from the swift

Completion of their appointed rounds.

'Cause when love is gone

There′s always justice

And when justive is gone

There′s always force

And when force is gone,

There's always Mom.

Hi Mom!

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms

In your automatic arms.

Your electronic arms.

In your arms.

So hold me, Mom, in your long arms

Your petrochemical arms

Your military arms

In your electronic arms

Im Internet wird das Bild von ihm als Clark Kent aka Kar El aka Superman sorgfältig gepflegt. Das S ist nicht das Es, das weiß man dank The Man of Steel , dem Film, in dem Supermann erläutert, dass S nicht Es bedeutet, aber Aby Warburg hätte einem das auch sagen können, denn das Verzehren ist nicht das Begehren.

Ino Augsberg zu einer Tagung über Letter(n) einzuladen, ist zwingend, alternativlos, macht kaum Sinn, das noch eine Einladung zu nennen. Er hat ein Buch über die Lesbarkeit (alphabetische Verkettung und Abfolge) des Rechts geschrieben (doppelter Genitiv!), kennt sich bestens mit den Ameisenwegen, mit wandernden und pendelnden Lettern aus, ist fleißiger Leser von Thomas Schestag und Werner Hamacher, wird oben drauf noch von André Luthardt (der grauen Großeminenz, d.h. dem aufwühlenden Maulwurf aller Les-, Sag-, Ausmal- sowie Schrei- und Schreibbarkeiten aus inzwischen Wuppertal) beraten - und falls nötig ergänzend betreut. Ino Augsberg ist ein elegant sattelfestes Reiterchen, also ein Kavallier, was Mahle und kurze Sendungen angeht. Ino ist zwar ein Mitglied der Vereinigung der deutschen Staatsrechtslehrer, aber es ist ihm verziehen worden, es hat ihm auch nicht dauerhaft geschadet, er ist immer noch ansprechbar und wie von unbekannter Stelle getrieben, mehr noch: bester Gesprächspartner unter denen, die öffentlichesc Recht lehren, auch wenn der Superlativ in der Singularität eher asketisch Sinn macht.

Wenn man Ino Augsberg auf eine Tagung einlädt, hat das die praktische Nebenwirkung, dass einige Leute, die die Tagung sonst nicht ernst nehmen, die Tagung nun doch ernst nehmen. Universität! Er ist eine anerkannte Autorität und importiert damit Anerkennung aka Honnethstoff, Ino ist sogar König Midas, wenn es darum geht, Theorie und Paris zu verseriösieren. Mir sagte also einer, mit einer Mischung aus Ungläubigkeit und ehrendem Staunen: Da kommt ja sogar ein richtiger bekannter Teilnehmer, der Augsberg! Na, vielleicht schau ich doch auch mal vorbei. Danke Ino! Mit Ino kann man übrigens auch marsianisch beepen.

Wie man Larry David für Geburtstagspartys und Jürgen Drews für Möbelhauseröffnungen bestellen kann, so kann man Ino Augsberg leider nicht für Tagungen bestellen. Man ist schon darauf angewiesen, dass ihn das Thema interessiert, da haben wir ja mal richtig Glück gehabt! Ino wird unter dem Titel S/O/L/A scriptura über Luthers Sendschreiben sprechen. Der dritte Vortrag am Montag biegt also in gewissenhafter Hinsicht von Buchstaben zu Briefen ab, aber inwieweit er von Mahlen zu kurzen Sendungen abbiegt, das kann ich noch nicht sagen, obwohl ich in seinen Text (wie in den von unserem Augustgast und dem von Spindola) schon geläuert habe.

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madmonkeydisorder · 9 months

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Chillin out in the flat ile mam lat? 43 one year before prophecy in poetry symbolic fourth four in the queue to UE is due on bus stop staff these glass pipe I break one couse it’s point Les Vegas Parano!a. Pa rano ja odpadam bo padam na twarz. I fell on a ground in rounds on a face but stand up and shake the dust . I must do tasks who asks to take off masks. Release yourself selfish how much is the fish? This dish is Polish good for winter to win teraz NOW maybe on Christmas will fell lots of snow now. Mental projection of underground goes in rounds around the roundabout with dab and out.

The secret is on South from mouth to mouth the south voice on scooter stolen on Electric Avenue when I been busy to pass the pipe this ungrateful woman who don’t remember when she got me concussion on birthday I still got serious star above my house ho use not abuse on a bus to USA states crossing on cross sing Monty Python always look for the bright side of life.

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celtfather · 2 years

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Adrift with Celtic Women

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nyappyforeverbr · 2 years

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GREAT NEWS o(≧∀≦)o

#An Cafe in #Spotify

LINK: https://ancafe.lnk.to/best20152018

To celebrate the 20th anniversary, An Cafe release in 14/02/2023 your 2nd Best Album "BEST 2015~2018" (release in 2018.12.05) on digital platforms.

🇧🇷 Para animar ainda mais a comemoração do aniversário de 20 anos, An Cafe vai lançou dia 14/02/2023 seu segundo Best Album "BEST 2015~2018" (originalmente lançado em 05.12.2018) nas plataformas digitais.

"BEST 2015~2018" Trackslist 💿

01. SENNEN DIVE!!!!!

02. We can do it!

03. Sekai ni tatta hitotsu no nukumori

04. Smile Ichiban Ii Onna ~2015 ver.~

05. Koi suru santa claus

06. JIBUN

07. Kimi ni Eru

08. Seishun TRAIN

09. BondS ~kizuna~ 2016ver.

10. Atsuku nare

11. Ikiru tame no 3byou ru-le

12. Touhikairo ~2016 ver.~

13. Spring Snow

14. JUMBO

15. Namida yori omoi WAR

16. Nitamono doushi

17. Laugh Song

18. Smile Ichiban Ii Onna ~2015 ver.~ -English ver.-

19. Atsuku nare -English ver.-

20. Ikenai mousou x Abunai monster

21. Tentekomai

22. Baloon girl

23. Negaigoto wa hitotsusa

24. Nee

25. Kimi wa itsuka kagi ni naru ~truth or lie~

#an cafe #antic cafe #nyappy #visual kei #cafekko #miku an cafe #kanon an cafe #teruki an cafe #takuya an cafe #yuuki an cafe #アンカフェ #an cafe jibun #an cafe atsuku nare #an cafe download #an cafe spotify

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fundsgreys · 2 years

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Just dance 2020 soy yo

#Just dance 2020 soy yo password#

If you find the tracker stalls, see the comments below for some tips from CandidFever3. You can also look at the achievement tracker to see how close you are (each song you do increments that tracker by ~2-3%) I don't recall what the score cutoff for 3 stars is (11,000 is superstar, so I'm guessing it's 10,000 for 5 star, 9,000 for 4 star, and 8,000 for 3 star, but not positive on that). Score 3-stars or better on each of these and the achievement is yours. Arisa - (Trio)ģ:46 I Don’t Care – Ed Sheeran & Justin Bieber - (Solo)Ĥ:08 The Time (Dirty Bit) – Black Eyed Peas - (Quartet)Ĥ:11 I Like It – Cardi B, Bad Bunny & J Balvin - (Trio) Selena Gomez, Ozuna, Cardi B - (Solo)ģ:38 Tel Aviv – Omer Adam Ft. Sirah - (Solo)ģ:37 Taki Taki – DJ Snake Ft. & Nina Wang - (Solo)ģ:37 Bangarang – Skrillex Ft. Creole - (Quartet)ģ:33 Just An Illusion – Equinox Stars - (Duet)ģ:34 I Am the Best (내가 제일 잘 나) – 2NE1 - (Trio)ģ:35 My New Swag (我的新衣) – VAVA Ft. Konshens - (Trio)ģ:22 God Is A Woman – Ariana Grande - (Solo)ģ:32 Le Bal Masqué – Dr. gone viral on TikTok in 2020, from Doja Cats Say So dance challenge to.

#Just dance 2020 soy yo password#

Marc Anthony - (Solo)ģ:16 Into the Unknown – Disney’s Frozen 2 - (Solo)ģ:19 Always Look on The Bright Side of Life – The Frankie Bostello Orchestra - (Quartet)ģ:19 Policeman – Eva Simons Ft. Octave Minds - Tap Dance (ft Password recovery A video of a cat taking up the. Snow - (Duet)ģ:16 Rain Over Me – Pitbull Ft. Start Watching Now & Get Access to Hundreds of Videos Active Learning. Billy Ray Cyrus - (Solo)Ģ:47 Everybody (Backstreet’s Back) – Millennium Alert - (Quartet)Ģ:47 Só Depois Do Carnaval – Lexa - (Solo)Ģ:59 Stop Movin’ – Royal Republic - (Trio)ģ:04 Ugly Beauty (怪美的) – Jolin Tsai (蔡依林) - (Trio)ģ:08 Fit But You Know It – The Streets - (Solo)ģ:12 High Hopes – Panic! At The Disco - (Quartet)ģ:14 Kill This Love – BLACKPINK - (Quartet)ģ:15 Con Calma – Daddy Yankee Ft. Get Your Kids Moving & Practicing Mindfulness with GoNoodle. El Guincho - (Solo)Ģ:43 Old Town Road (Remix) – Lil Nas X Ft. There's 41 songs (listed below sorted by length):Ģ:23 Infernal Gallop (Can-Can) – The Just Dance Orchestra - (Duet)Ģ:43 Con Altura – ROSALÍA & J Balvin Ft. I also believe playing in World Dance Floor doesn't count, or at least I had mixed results there. It's worth noting (as hinted in the description though this wasn't clear to me) that alternate or extreme versions of songs do not count. This requires you to score 3 stars or better on every base song in the game.

#Just dance 2020 soy yo

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traumxrei-archive · 2 years

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【 chapter 2 - snow day (mis)adventures ! 】

author's note: snow day ! snow day !! fun fact, i've only ever seen real snow like. twice in my life. so this chapter is me vicariously living through yuu n cheka playing in the snow together jsdkfsjf (slight warning: non-graphic depictions of injuries + blood in the latter half of the chapter + omake)

word count: 4.5k

tags: leona hates the snow, yuu best babysitter in the entirety of twisted wonderland, grim is a gremlin...a grim-lin, if you will, cheka and his A+ naming skills, some whump bc i wanted whump-

[ baby it's cold outside series | read it on ao3 ]

“Thank you for letting us play in the snow Ojitan!” Cheka said cheerily as Yuu grabbed another jacket from the princeling’s neatly packed suitcase. “It’s gonna be so fun, playing with Yuu-tan and Ojitan, ehehe~”

"Uhm...does this jacket just....go over the shirt?" Yuu glanced up at Leona, who was already all bundled up on his own, looking as haughty as ever from under his scarf.

"How the fuck would I know?" He said, clearly annoyed. "Just search it up online."

And Yuu felt this close to having a mental breakdown because they had been dressing Cheka for close to thirty minutes now. And Leona had been watching them struggle for thirty minutes with no signs of budging from his spot on the couch.

Okay, this was fine.

This was fine. They went through overblots multiple times before, so dressing a kid shouldn't be that hard. Except it was that hard, because they didn't want Cheka freezing over as soon as they stepped out the mirror. So bundling him up in two layers of shirts and two jackets was the best compromise they could do.

"Which hat would you like, little one?" Yuu held up the identical hats in different colors before handing Cheka the neon yellow one he was pointing to. He looked like a little highlighter with it on.

Even Leona snorted at it, "You look like a warning signal, brat."

"I like it!" Cheka pulled his ears through the little slits at the top of the hat and they moved slightly as they adjusted. "Papa gave me this one. Mama kinda hates it, but Papa thought it was cool."

"Of course Falena would pick that ugly ass hat."

"Language."

"My bad, that really ugly hat," Leona emphasized as he picked Cheka up by the hood. "Let's go already."

"I'll join you guys at the sports fields in a bit," Yuu said, tugging Vargas' hat onto their head as they got out of Savanaclaw mirror.

"Hah? Where the fuck are you going?" Leona looked like he didn't like the idea of being left alone with Cheka for any amount of time, no matter how little.

"I'm also in charge of keeping the fire lit at school," Yuu patted Leona on the shoulder. "I'll be gone for ten minutes, it won't be that bad."

"Mhm! I'll keep you company!" Cheka said cheerily, still swinging his legs in the air. Thank the Seven Cheka couldn't see Leona's expression because he looked downright murderous.

"Unless you want to trek all the way to the school building in this weather?" Yuu raised an eyebrow in challenge. Leona's ears flicked in annoyance, but he silently walked towards the sports fields with Cheka in hand.

Yuu started the chilly walk all the way to the main building. Everything felt a little too quiet without the sounds of students bustling around. Even Sam's shop was dark for once. After shaking off the snow, they walked into the school to find Grim already dragging firewood to the fireplace.

"Henchman! You're finally here," Grim cheered in relief. "I thought that you got killed by that lion guy, y’know!" They helped carry half of the logs Grim was carrying.

"Nah, I didn't. I just got turned into a babysitter for his nephew," Yuu patted Grim on the head before plopping the hat onto his head. "You wanna come play in the snow with us? You could invite the ghosts too if they're bored enough."

"Playing...in the snow?" Grim's eyes sparkled, akin to jewels. "Henchman! That's the best idea you've had in ages, y'know!"

"Make sure to go back and grab your jacket, I have a scarf for you and you can borrow my hat," Yuu instructed, before catching themself. Maybe taking care of Cheka had made them more...parent-like..? Though it wasn't such a bad feeling.

"Alright, alright, the Great Grim wouldn't forget about that stuff," Grim grumbled.

"Oh, and bring over any toys you find," Yuu said as they dragged the rest of the wood over to the fireplace. The fairies greeted them yet again, and they hovered around them, melting the snow that still clung to their clothes.

"Alright! The Great Grim will come to the fields with the ghosts in no time!" Grim waved at them excitedly. "Don't go anywhere, henchman!"

"Don't rush!" Yuu called after him, but it didn't seem like the monster was listening anymore. Well. They just hoped he wouldn't get lost in the snow or anything along the way.

Making their way to the sports fields, they were met with one annoyed Leona Kingscholar sitting inside of some sort of...snow trench while Cheka was busy digging out the snow around him. Yuu had to stifle a laugh at the sight because Leona's tail was stiff behind him as he sat and tried to remain composed.

"Don't laugh, servant," Leona hissed, probably having heard them coming. "This is your fault for leaving."

"My apologies, master of mine," Yuu sat down on the edge of the bank. "What are you building, little lion?"

"Oh, this is to protect Ojitan from the wind," Cheka said seriously as he kept digging with his little gloved hands.

"See, he was doing it for a good reason."

Leona growled, "I don't care. Get. Me. Out." Yuu held out a hand and Leona grabbed it as he got out of the hole.

Cheka whined, "But Ojitan, it's cold out there!"

"It's winter, it's cold everywhere," He grumbled before sighing. "I'm gonna sit over by the trees by the building." He squinted over at Yuu for a second, "Where the hell is your hat?"

"Hmm? Oh, I gave it to Grim," Yuu successfully tugged Cheka out of the hole and onto the snow. "He'll be joining us to play with the snow."

"Ugh, not another nuisance..."

"Who's Grim?"

Yuu gave a lopsided grin, "Well Grim is-"

"The most amazing wizard in this world!" Something pounced on their back, sending them face-first into the snow. "Nyehehe~ Henchman! I have arrived!"

Yuu brushed off the coldness of the snow, ignoring how their nose ached, "You. What did I tell you about jumping on people?"

"The Great Grim doesn't have to listen to a lowly human like you!"

"Well, I guess that means no tuna for you..."

"Funyah! That's evil, y'know! That's a violation of my righ- mmphhH-" Yuu wrapped Sam’s mini-scarf over the angry creature's mouth as they looked over at Cheka.

He sniffed at the air, "A kitty? But it doesn't smell like a kitty."

"Grim the Great is not a kitty! I am a- Funyah! S-stop p-petting me-"

Yuu let the mini petting zoo happen as they greeted the ghosts, "Hey guys, you doing okay?"

"Oh, so you didn't get eaten by a lion," The rotund ghost said before snickering.

"I can hear that," Leona suddenly complained from a few meters away. “And I wouldn’t eat them, they look like they’d taste bad.”

“Thanks, I guess..?” Yuu said, shrugging at the ghosts.

"We brought over a ball to play with," The wispy ghost brandished a round red ball.

There's a tug at their sleeve, "Yuu-tan! Your magic cat is so cool, it can breathe fire!"

"Grim, do not torch the future monarch please," Yuu strained to say, watching the defiant glare in the monster’s eyes. "How about we do a snowball fight instead? Please?"

There's a short silence before they all agree, some more begrudgingly than others, cough, Grim, cough. Then they were peacefully making snowballs, with Cheka and Yuu, and one ghost on one team and the remaining ghosts and Grim on the other.

"Just you wait, puny lion. I'm gonna hit you with the Grim Special snowball and you won't be able to dodge!" Ah, Grim and his one-sided rivalries with people. Yuu hoped he would never change.

On the other hand, the so-called puny lion was making some sort of weirdly shaped snowball. When Yuu had asked he whispered, "I'm making a heart snowball for Ojitan." The little whisper probably didn't go unnoticed by Leona, who was sitting a few feet away. But the older didn’t show any signs that he heard anything.

"That's really nice," Yuu gave the little lion some pats, which caused his tail to start flicking back and forth. "After this let's make a snow man so your Ojitan won't be lonely."

"Mm!" When Cheka handed over the heart snowball, Leona didn't even destroy it, placing it beside him next to the tree as he kept dozing. Which Yuu took to be a success on Cheka's part. They knew the older probably had a soft spot for his nephew somewhere inside that prickly heart of his.

The snowball fight commenced a few minutes after, with Leona being the reluctant referee, "Ugh, okay I'll count you off. If someone hits me, I'll hit them back twice as hard. So don't. Hit me." Yuu gulped at the venom in Leona's voice and Grim looked pale as he started counting off.

"Three..."

"Two..."

"One..."

"...Start."

Snowballs filled the air and Yuu was belatedly realizing that being on a team with more ghosts was advantageous because, well, they were ghosts. They couldn't get hit. Meanwhile, they were the biggest moving target in this whole playing field, since Cheka and Grim were smaller and harder to hit. (Plus, who would hit the two children? That was just mean.)

Yuu was being pummeled by a barrage of snowballs, the icy coldness seeping into their skin. But instead of feeling unpleasant, it made them feel alive. Yuu let out a laugh when one of their snowballs hit Grim square in his fluffy face before choking on a snowball that one of the ghosts threw. Cheka was having a field day throwing snowballs, though more often than not it didn't really hit anyone. Even the ghosts made fake pained noises whenever Cheka would “hit” them. This had to be the most fun they've had in ages.

"Okay, okay! I call a truce!" Yuu shouted after a particular snowball slipped into the space between their neck and their jacket. "Great Seven my gloves are soaked through-" There was a last snowball pitched at their face and they stiffen, turning to the culprit.

"I-I-I didn't throw that! That wasn't me!"

Grim was slowly backing up when Cheka shouted, "It was definitely Grim-tan!!"

And Yuu ran at him as fast as they could with the snow weighing them down, hellbent on chasing the pseudo-cat. No way they would let him get away with something like that.

They caught him after a short while, plunging his face deep into the snow before smiling smugly, "That's what you get."

"Okay, maybe the snowball slipped out of my hand-" – Yuu flicked another piece of ice at the monster– "Funyah, f-fine I threw it. I'm s-sorry."

"It's okay Grim-tan," Cheka patted the monster. "My parents say that if you apologize right away then nothing bad will happen."

"Something bad already did happen, y'know," Grim mumbled, still shaking the snow from his fur. "Then? What will we do now?"

"Snowman! Snowman!" Cheka tugged at Yuu's hood, choking them slightly. "I wanna make one that looks like Ojitan!"

"Okay, okay, ow, alright let's make it over there," Yuu got up before Cheka could completely cut off the air circulation in their neck.

"Hmph, what is this snowman thing?" Grim said, eyeing the snowball in Yuu's hand curiously.

"It's when you build a snow person," Yuu started to pile together some snow. "You can decorate it with your scarf or hat, and you can make anything you'd like, basically."

"I'm gonna make one of myself," Grim said excitedly. The ghosts looked content to watch them work, so Yuu didn't bother them again.

"C'mon, let's make Ojitan!"

Yuu ended up becoming Cheka's personal shoveler as they built their Leona-inspired snowman; lovingly dubbed, Le-snow-na. Terrible name, they knew, but Cheka had the proudest smile on his face as he said it that Yuu and the ghosts couldn't do anything but nod and agree.

In the end, Le-snow-na looked more like a big blob of ice than Leona, but Yuu appreciated all the hard work that went into it. Cheka managed to shape two ears on the top of the head, with Yuu’s assistance. He wrapped a scarf around its neck, similar to what Leona was wearing. The little lion had a lot of attention to detail, with how he made strokes in the snow to mimic Leona’s wild mane.

"It's done! Let's go show him! Leona-oji-"

“Wait, wait!” Yuu apologetically shushed at him, "Uhm, I think he's asleep. Should we wait and show him when he's awake?"

"Oh, okay," Cheka smiled, and Yuu was once again reminded of what an angel he was. They still didn't understand why Leona quote-unquote hated the little guy so much. Maybe it was just because of how energetic the little guy was.

Grim was now preoccupied with the ball that the ghosts brought earlier after he had torched his Snow-Grim trying to give it fire ears. "Oi, henchman! Look at this shot!" And the ball sailed right above their head in a perfect arc, landing in the snow behind them.

"Nyehehe~ I call it the Great Grim Shot! I've been practicing for our next Spelldrive tournament!" Grim puffed out his chest proudly. "I don't wanna lose to that stinky lion bastard." They glanced over at Leona for a second before breathing a sigh of relief. He really was asleep. If he was awake then Grim would’ve been six feet deep in a snowy grave by now.

"I bet that was a one-off," Yuu teased, lobbing the ball back. "Do it again." Cheka also seemed excited to watch as Grim charged another Grim Shot.

This time luck wasn’t on Grim’s side. The ball went wild, flying a high arc right into the woods, which had Yuu snorting, "Guess you need more practice on that Grim Shot."

"I'll go get it!" Cheka said, bounding over to the woods.

"Hey, Cheka- And there he goes," Yuu brushed the snow from their jacket. "I'll go after him. You guys stay here."

It wasn't a long trek into the woods before they find a clearing where Cheka is.

"Yuu-tan! What's this fence?" Cheka was holding on to the ball in one arm, the fence with the other.

"Oh, that's the college's main fencing," Yuu surveyed the treeline that stretched out far on both sides. "I guess following this fence would lead to the front of the school."

"You mean that gate with the crow on the top?" Cheka frowned slightly, leaning against the bars of it. "That looked kinda scary. I saw it last time."

"Mhm. We should go back, Grim might be waiting for u-"

Yuu didn't get to finish before there was a loud cracking noise. Startled, Cheka backed away from the fence, just in time for Yuu to see the crack running down to the fence's base.

Fuck.

Fuck, fuck, fuck they had to move, or else the kid would get hurt.

Yuu grabbed Cheka, pushing him as far as they could away from the fence. There was a sickening snap before the fence fell.

Right onto them.

They managed to dodge far enough that it didn't get them in their head, but they couldn't help the sharp yelp they released as it trapped their leg against the snow. The explosive bout of pain almost made them scream, but they bit their lip instead.

Shit. What kind of bad luck was this?

"Y-Yuu-tan..." Cheka's face looked pale.

Yuu opened their arms, letting him cling onto them, "It's okay, I'm alright, it's just my leg that's trapped."

"Uwah!! Yuu-tan got hurt because of me-!" The child's shoulders shook as he started to cry. Yuu bit their lip, stroking at his hair. They really had to commend Crowley and the college for not doing regular maintenance on the fence this far out. If they had then maybe all of this wouldn’t have happened.

"Don't cry," Yuu tried. Comforting wasn’t their strongest suit, so they hoped that was enough. "I'll be okay, we just need some help." It seemed some of their prayers were answered when Grim and the ghosts came soon after.

Grim's brow was furrowed as he headed towards them, "W-what happened? Oi, henchman! Answer me now!"

"Uh...the fence fell?"

"I CAN SEE THAT!" Grim yelled, stomping a foot on the ground. "How'd you get caught up in it!"

"Shh! Just...help me get out of here, please," Yuu pleaded. "Cheka, go to the ghosts, I'll be out of here in no time." The little lion nodded, going over to where the ghosts were, tears still tracking down his face.

"I know your self-preservation skills are practically non-existent at this point," Grim deadpanned. "But ya really wanna die because of a fence of all things?" The comment only served to make Cheka sob even louder.

Yuu glared at Grim because why would he even say that in front of a crying child– before going back to trying to wiggle their leg out from under the fence. They definitely sprained something and at worst, they broke something. But that was to be expected with how heavy it was. They managed to get most of their thigh out, while Grim was melting the snow with his fire magic to make the slide easier.

"C'mon I have to get out of here before Leona notices-"

"Before Leona notices what? " Yuu froze, turning to see Leona walking through the bushes. "Seriously, what the hell are you herbivores yapping on abo-" Green eyes narrowed, immediately surveying the scene and Yuu knew deep inside that they were fucked.

A crying, inconsolable Cheka? Check. Grim melting the snow with his fire magic? Check. And Yuu with their leg stuck under a fence? Also, check. Everything that would point to irritating, no, angering Leona was present at that moment.

Leona's nostrils flared as he walked over to where they were, "What the hell happened here, huh? You gonna answer me, servant? "

"Well-"

"I-It's all my fault!" Cheka wailed. "I-I didn't mean to. I touched the fence, it fell, and Yuu-tan...Yuu-tan, waaaahhh!!" Thankfully that was enough for Leona to piece together what happened. Yuu just gave him an awkward smile as he removed his glove.

"Kneel before me. King's Roar," He pressed a hand against the fence, and it immediately turned into sand. They breathed a sigh of relief, checking on their leg. Thank the Seven for Leona and his unique magic.

"Y-your leg is bleeding, y'know!" Grim exclaimed and huh, he was right. There was a scratch where the sharpness of the fencing tore through their pants.

"At least nothing's too broken...?"

"That's the worst excuse I've ever heard," There was an arm beneath their shoulders and they were hoisted up effortlessly. "Come, brat, we're going home." And there was a sting of envy and admiration at how strong Leona Kingscholar was as he let Cheka crawl up into his arms. He was carrying one whole person and a kid, in the snow, all without batting an eye.

"What stupid things are you thinking now, herbivore?" Leone gave them the side eye. Yuu pressed their lips together, opting not to say anything. He definitely would not appreciate them practically ogling his strength in this kind of situation.

"Y-you better treat them well," Grim called out. "I'll be checking on them tomorrow!!"

Leona kept walking, unfazed by the threat, "I don't think you should be doubting my magic powers, cat."

"FOR THE LAST TIME, I am not -"

The ghosts had the foresight to clamp down on Grim's mouth, "We'll get going too. Hope it gets better soon, Yuu."

"Thanks," They said, still awkwardly clutching at Leona's shoulder. Now to make it through the night without Leona metaphorically and physically murdering them in cold blood...

[ omake : you broke rule number two ]

See, this was why he never liked herbivores. They were weak. They couldn't even protect themselves. They were also troublesome to watch over. He could spend the time he spent watching them sleeping instead. And this herbivore, in particular, had quite the streak with danger for someone who had no magic of their own.

It was silent save for the brat's sniffling. It seemed he got really scared, and can Leona blame him? No. He had to fight not to let his worry show when he saw them with their leg trapped underneath a fence that big. A crackle of magic seared at his finger tips when his worry made way for anger. How dare they get injured in the short time he fell asleep? Were they really that eager for him to get angry?

"Yuu-tan...I'm sorry," Leona looked down at Cheka's snot-filled face. It was getting all over his jacket, but he couldn't quite bring himself to be annoyed by it. Not when he had something else to direct his annoyances onto.

"It's okay, the fence is probably hundreds of years old so it's not your fault," Their voice was still effortlessly kind even after almost being turned flat by a fence.

"The one whose leg might be broken should shut up," Leona said as they finally made it to Savanaclaw. "You're not off the hook yet, herbivore." He could hear loud and clear the way their heart rate spiked at his warning.

As soon as they got to his room, Cheka jumped off and went into a corner on his own. "Don't forget to change out of your clothes, brat," Leona called after him. "You're big enough to do it on your own, yeah?"

There was a muffled sound of agreement as he took the herbivore to the bathroom. He sat them down on the toilet as well as he could before he sighed.

"C'mon. Strip," Leona tugged at their pants. "I can't see the wound if your pants are on. And you're sopping wet."

"What? You-"

Leona sighed, irritated, "Quickly, or else I'll let you sleep with that injury." That got them scrambling. He wasn't being serious, but he needed to examine the wound as fast as possible.

"C-could you at least turn around?" They squeaked out and Leona just turned; exasperated. It wasn't worth arguing right now. There was rattling and he fought the urge to turn around and see if maybe they had found a way to endanger themself from the toilet of all places.

"I'm done." He turned only to be met with the sight of their battered-looking leg. There was a large darkening bruise on their calf, and coupled with the sizable scratch, it looked like a really bad injury. That had Leona frowning.

His hand hovered over the bruised part, "I'm gonna check if it's broken. If it hurts too much you say something." He pressed down as firm as he could and his ears twitched at the sound of a sharp inhale.

"Ow, okay, it hurts there," There's a hand squeezing at his shoulder. "Leo‐ ah—!" He looked up in time to see them stifling a cry. There was something uncomfortable in his chest when he saw them in pain. He...disliked it. He disliked it a lot.

He tried to keep his expression straight as he spoke, "It might be fractured. Which is fine, I know how to fix that."

He pulled out his magic pen, placing a gentler touch against their leg. The spells of healing rested gently at the tip of his tongue, cascading from his lips in a hushed murmur. He had used them countless of times on himself— for spelldrive accidents and scrapes, or even for the aftermaths of fights he got dragged into. But it was a new experience to use it on someone else. And not one he ever wanted to repeat, especially not with the prefect.

"Oi, you're done," Leona pulled his hand away. "Tomorrow you should be fine. But don't walk around too much tonight."

"Thank you," They said meekly and it sent another shot of irrational anger into his system. He was mad, sure, but not at them. He was angrier at himself for being unable to keep them from getting hurt more than anything else. It might seem like an overreaction to anyone else, but if he couldn't even protect one herbivore, how could he protect everything else he cared about?

"You've got quite the nerve," Leona said quietly. "You broke rule number two on the second day you've been my servant."

Their brows furrowed, "But Cheka didn't get hurt. I did." He almost wanted to laugh at how unaware they were. Did they really think he thought that little of their value? Of course. Of course they would, with that naïveté of theirs.

"Didn't I tell you I don't like dealing with hurt people?" He ruffled their hair, vexed that someone as smart as them didn't get it. "That includes you, dumbass herbivore."

And before they could protest he cut them off, "I'll get you clothes. Wait."

He left the room to see the kid sitting at the foot of the bed, messily changed. His ears perked up, "I-Is Yuu-tan okay? They're okay, right?" Little hands clung to his pants as he grabbed the clothes thought would fit.

"Here," He turned to Cheka, placing the clothes in his arms. "Give it to them and wait for them to change. After they're done you can apologize again.

"And I know it's not your fault," Leona paused, placing a hand on the kid's head. "I'm sure they think the same." Cheka trotted into the bathroom, tail high in the air. Kids and herbivores really were tiring…

A couple of minutes later, the kid walked out, crashing into his bed looking pleased. Then the herbivore followed, significantly less soaked and in the clothes he chose. Which may or may not have elicited a pleased noise in the back of his throat; one he played off into a yawn.

"Yuu-tan said the same thing you said, ojitan," Cheka declared loudly as the herbivore sat down as well. He grunted noncommittally as the little brat leaned against his back, continuing to look over his work.

"Oi, you two," Leona's gaze slid over the two, and there was a shift in the air. "No more getting hurt. Or else I'll eat you for dinner, alright?" He thought maybe the brat would get scared but instead, Cheka jumped to clamber on his shoulders.

"Leona-ojitan is so nice," He giggled as Leona picked him up by the shirt, placing him back down on the bed. How did the brat think he was nice after he threatened to eat him? Leona just couldn't understand him at all.

"He's my warm-hearted master," The herbivore added and Leona felt a headache growing. "Of course he would care for you, little master." And ah, maybe he should've put them to sleep earlier with a spell while he was at it. Now Cheka was in a talkative mood, and— look at that. The herbivore was smiling. Smiling, of all things. He would be lying if he said it didn't make him feel better seeing that after what happened, but he still smacked them both with his tail in retaliation. It was only right that he showed them who the boss was around here.

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