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anxious-witch · 11 months ago
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The color between my lines
Summary: The story of the Bojan and Kris is pretty simple. They liked each other, they dated, they broke up. Almost broke up a band over it, too. Really the fact that they are such good friends now is a miracle in itself.
Kris has kept a careful balance ever since. Letting his feelings get the best of him already got him hurt once. He will not do it again. Except, when Jere enters the equation and Bojan seems to be interested in the Finn, can Kris truly let him go? Or will he risk their friendship in an attempt to try again?
Pairings: Bojan Cvjetićanin/Kris Guštin
Warnings: mentions of bullying, an unnamed character getting his arm broken, homophobia, mentions of past bullying Kris experienced
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On AO3
Okay, so first and foremost, a big thank you to @occhi-verdi-come-il-mare for beta reading this and helping me iron some details, and to @reserved-fruit for letting me expand on one of the prompts she got, I am really thankful to you both <3
Second of all, I know this chapter is a bit short, I was getting into bokris dynamics for the first time and I wanted to give a bit of the backstory first. I hope I did them justice. This fic will probably have 2-3 chapters if I don't get carried away. So yeah, enjoy
Kris’ life, for the most part, was a carefully constructed set of rules. Like a sketchbook full of drawings. You were meant to color it, but there were specific colors you should use and you needed to color in between the lines.
Simple.
Or, it was, before Bojan slowly but surely pushed his way in his life. 
Coloring his life over any and all lines, like he couldn't see them at all and breathing to life the colors Kris couldn't have even imagined.
It was a slow but inevitable dance they played, exchanging jabs towards each other. A push and pull, forever circling each other.
“That song doesn't have distortions.” Turned into “I still think you are annoying, but sure, we can hang out after school.” Then, “Please don't faint when you meet my dad.” 
“I don't think I ever would have picked up a guitar if it wasn't for you.”
Was it truly a surprise for them to end up together?
“I don't think I ever felt this way about anyone,” Bojan said to him, his eyes wide and honest. 
They were at the park, in the middle of the night, sitting on a blanket Kris sneakily took from the far end of the closet. He didn't like sneaking out at night, but only this late did they dare to be this close outside.
Besides, it was summer. It was warm and they had no obligations outside of band practices. Kris thought that for once, he could relax a bit and let himself be a bit more laid back.
Bojan passed his hand through Kris’ short hair and Kris pretended it didn't make him shiver. 
“Because you had so many experiences with dating in the first seventeen years of your life?”
Bojan lightly slapped his arm.
“I had a girlfriend before!”
Kris snorted.
“Right. The one you dated for…what? Two weeks?”
“Three!”
“My mistake.”
Bojan pushed him on his back as Kris laughed and kissed him. It was a sure way to quickly end most of their arguments. 
And even those were far and few in those first few months of their relationship.  
Months were passing quickly, though and as summer melted into autumn and then the beginning of winter, things started to change.
It was on a particularly cold night, after a gig they did that they found themselves in Kris’ house. His parents knew about it by this point, and having expressed their approval, allowed Bojan to come over when he liked.
This was how they ended up lying in Kris’ bed, the post gig adrenaline slowly dying down. Bojan was always hit with the low especially hard afterwards, so Kris made sure he didn't leave him alone after.
“Don't you sometimes wish we could just…go away?” Bojan whispered in the dark.
Kris circled his arms around his waist, pulling him closer to his chest.
“Go where?”
“Anywhere. Anywhere but here.”
Kris felt his heart squeeze painfully at the bitterness in Bojan's voice. He gently turned him so he'd face him.
“What are you saying? Why do you want to leave? I never heard you talk like this before.”
Bojan's eyes were piercing, even in the darkness of Kris’ bedroom.
“I just…don't you wish we could just hold hands in public? Kiss? Just, be ourselves?”
Kris carefully considered his words, his hand automatically intertwining with Bojan's.
“I mean, yes. But we have the time. It's not now or never. We are barely eighteen.”
Bojan huffed, turning his head away. Kris gently turned it back to him.
“Where is all this coming from?”
Bojan shrugged, but Kris could feel there was something deeper than that. So he waited.
“There is a guy from the same year as me, but in a different class. Someone broke his arm during recess today.”
Kris felt the chill sink into his bones despite being in a warm bedroom.
“Oh my God. What happened? Did they do it…on purpose?”
There was slight hesitation before Bojan nodded. Then, all at once, it clicked for Kris.”
“They did it because he is gay.”
It wasn’t a question, but Bojan nodded again. Oh Bojan, Kris thought. 
“Are you…” Kris trailed off, unsure what the right word was. Scared? Angry?
 “...okay?”
Bojan rolled his eyes.
“Yeah, I’m peachy, but I am not the one with a broken arm, am I?”
“Bojči…”
“Don’t.”
They fell silent, but the tension stayed, hanging heavily in the air. Too heavy for Kris’ childhood bedroom, too heavy than anything that hung between them before.
Kris thought of middle school where people called him a girl and a fag until he cut him hair. How he could have easily been the one to get his arm broken in slightly different circumstances. Yet, what could he say to all that? They couldn’t exactly just pack up and move away on a whim, could they?
Besides, they wouldn’t be in high school forever. For Bojan it was only a few months left, while for Kris, it was one more year. College would be different, they just had to bid their time until then. 
There were so many things Kris could say, but Bojan looked so small and exhausted, Kris didn't want to push. When he was angry or felt something was unfair, he could be quite stubborn. Pressing the issue could only result in more argument. 
“Alright, maybe we should just go to sleep and talk about this some other time, yeah?”
Bojan looked up at him for a moment, his dark eyes piercing. Kris let him, unsure what he was looking for, exactly. Then, after a moment Bojan simply nodded and wrapped around Kris tighter, as if he was trying to melt into him. Kris chuckled and pressed a kiss into his hair.
“Goodnight Bojči.”
“Goodnight Krisko.”
It didn't get better.
Ever since that night, Bojan kept pushing the issue. Saying how, if they stay, they'll cave under the pressure, get stuffed into a mold and then it'll be too late. 
Kris didn't understand. They were still themselves and while certainly, the situation wasn’t perfect, it wasn’t dire either. They were only eighteen. Where would they go? And how?
Bojan didn't seem to have a definitive answer to that, so they stopped arguing. But Kris could tell it didn't leave his mind. Then, things got worse.
Bojan began pulling away. There was no other way of describing it. Not just pulling away from Kris, but from the band, too. Kris wasn't sure what shifted, but ever since Bojan got a new music teacher, he seemed to have completely shifted his worldview.
He kept missing practice and saying he just didn't have a clear idea on the new song they started working on.
Their dates became fewer too, although it did seem Bojan put more effort into maintaining their relationship than he did in maintaining the band.
Kris did wonder why he looked so tired all the time, though. What was he doing?
He came knocking at his front door one day after class and Bojan's mom greeted him. He saw a surprise flash over her face.
“Good afternoon, Mrs Cvjetićanin.”
“Kris, you know you can call me Snežana. But also Bojan isn't home yet.”
Kris made a split second decision to lie and find out what had been happening with Bojan lately. So he smiled, hoping he came off as sheepish and earnest at the same time.
“I actually wanted to come a bit earlier and surprise him, since he had been so busy lately…”
Snežana's face turned understanding.
“Yeah, of course. Come in. You can wait in his room if you'd like. Do you want anything to drink?”
After a bit of small talk with Snežana, Kris found himself in Bojan's room. It was somehow even more of a mess than usual.
What drew Kris in was a stack of papers neatly put on the table. Or well, as neatly as one could expect from Bojan.
When he picked one up, he found they were song lyrics. Not the song lyrics of the new song Kris had been begging Bojan to work on, though. No.
This was-this wasn't even the kind of song that suited the band. And the notes on it confirmed Kris’ suspicion. 
It was a solo song.
Kris slowly sat on the bed, the paper still in his hands. He stared blankly, his brain trying to catch up to what he was seeing.
There was only white static in his head, his heart drumming in his ears. Then, the doors opened and Bojan was standing in the doorway.
Kris felt as if time slowed down. He looked up at him. Saw as Bojan's expression flickered between surprised, to fond. Then, his eyes slowly focused on the paper Kris was holding. His face paled.
“Kris, I-”
“Are you leaving the band?”
Bojan closed his mouth, then opened it, then closed it again. The pressure in Kris’ head grew, static turning into white-hot rage.
“Are you leaving the fucking band?!”
Bojan flinched back, his foot hitting the door behind him. Kris breathed in through his teeth. 
“I don't know yet. But-probably.”
Kris closed his eyes. Tried to breathe through his anger and something awfully close to heartbreak.
“Why?”
“You know why.”
Kris’ hand trembled as he dragged them through his own hair, nails scratching over the scalp, attempting to ground himself with the pain.
“Humor me.”
“Statistically, solo singers are more likely to make it in the industry.”
He bit his tongue so hard he tasted blood. His breaths came out as labored. He couldn't bring himself to look at Bojan at all.
“So that's what this is about? You want so badly to get away from here, you are willing to leave all of us behind?”
“No!”
Kris finally opened his eyes to see Bojan walking towards him and kneeling down to take Kris’ hands in his own.
“You-you could come with me. If it all works out as it should.”
He swallowed a lump in his throat. Bojan's voice sounded so small, as if pleading him to understand. Kris did understand. But understanding wasn't enough.
“How would that even work? We both agreed we'd have plan B. How do you think this will work with college? Besides, if we are not doing this as a band, how would I even go with you?”
Bojan didn't say anything, which was an answer in itself.
“Is this what your new music teacher told you? Is he pushing you to-”
“He is not pushing me to do anything! I want to do this!”
The black line, crudely drawn across all the other line and colors, cutting it in half.
“Well then,” Kris said, his voice coming out strangely calm, almost frosty, “I suppose there is nothing more to say.”
He saw the exact moment his words hit Bojan, his eyes widening and his face paling even further.
“Wait. Are you breaking up with me?”
Kris felt as if he was in some sort of trance, all his fiery rage turning to ice. He pulled his hands from Bojan's grasp.
“I guess I am.”
He stood up and Bojan did as well, grabbing on to his arms. Kris tried to shake him off, but Bojan held firm.
“No, wait-please listen to me!”
“What is there to listen to? You want to leave? Fine! There is nothing holding you back now!”
Kris began walking towards the door, but then Bojan grabbed him again and pinned him to the door. Kris exhaled shakily and then he was being kissed.
Bojan had never kissed him like this before. So desperate and full of despair. Kris kissed him back and cupped Bojan's face, finding it wet with tears.
By the time he pulled away, they were both breathless. 
“Stay,” Bojan whispered, his hot breath ghosting over his lips.
“Only if you do.”
Bojan's face twisted up in pain. 
“I can't, Kris I have to try. If I don't try, I'll always wonder what would have happened if I tried. I'm sorry.”
Kris’ ice shield broke and tears slid down his cheeks too.
“I'm sorry, too,” he said and pushed him away.
This time, Bojan didn't try to stop him. Kris walked past the kitchen and living room, hearing Snežana humming to the radio, blissfully unaware.
For the first time, Kris didn't say goodbye to her when he left.
He got out on the street and simply walked. Winter sunset painted the sky in beautiful orange and yellow colors, but Kris felt completely devoid of color. 
Like a coloring book with pages torn out and discarded, all the colors uneven and ugly. For the first time he saw them all, but they held no beauty and no warmth.
He swore he would never, ever let Bojan break his heart again. He would never even talk about him ever again.
He was done.
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cozylittleartblog · 4 months ago
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Columbo and the Knight (1984)
put me in the universe where Columbo ran through the 1980s and had a crossover episode with Knight Rider. I think they deserved it, and I am not just saying that because they're my two favorite Old Shows. @telebeast wrote a little fanfic blurb about it and I HAD to visualize it into a comic (which is also the longest comic I have finished thus far at five pages...), so writing credit goes to them.
Autism W!
#columbo#knight rider#art#michael knight#kitt#comic#highlight reel#crossover#telebeast#there are two small easter eggs here. can you find them. they were somehow not Entirely lost when i resized these for the public#this is what i mean when i say I Draw And It's Everyone Else's Problem. look at my INCREDIBLY niche crossover comic boy#if the knight rider fandom has like 12 people in it. how many of y'all have seen columbo#this comic is for like 4 people and me and phoenix are already two of them#niche is my specialty lets be real. weird niche obscure shit and ships nobody's paid attention to yet#not to suggest this is ship art. columbo has his wife and michael has his car lmfao#stylizing real people is EXTREMELY hard btw sorry for when they get off model. its partly a 'better imperfect than never finished' situatio#cant tell you how much i redrew some of these panels. weeps#this took me 2 weeks but i think i thumbnailed it all in may and the ideas been rollin around in my head since march#is anybody good at editing. please edit michael and columbo into an image together like its a screenshot. NOT generated. edited.#it would be so cool#ive drawn columbo a lot but i haven't drawn a lot of michaels. i was learning things about his outfit AS I WAS DOING THE DAMN#COLORS ON THIS. all the lines done. it was too late to change anything. i did all the lines and colored page by page#i realized my mistakes on like page 3. 1 and 2 were already done. it was Too Late.#imagine it though. them working a case together. switching between the more serious tone of columbo vs the goofier#action antics of michael and kitt. columbo being so impressed by Modern Technology. there's more i could say but phoenix may write#more of this crossover and i don't want to spoil it :'3#there's opportunity here though i swear. there's gold to be dug.#i like how kitt gets shading but columbo's junker peugeot doesn't. kitt looked wrong without any. columbo's car is matte and dirty#i also applied effects to this to make it look a little film-grainy and VHS like. some CRT TV vibes#the only question left is. did they put knight rider into columbo; or columbo into knight rider 🤔
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shokujin-art · 1 year ago
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IT'S FINALLY DONE — !! I know there's a lot of mistakes but heck my mind is too tired at this point
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heartorbit · 10 months ago
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always by your side
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userjiminie · 1 year ago
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those hips working like rent is due
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turtleblogatlast · 8 months ago
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It’s hard to escape self doubt
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Let Tord feel Matt's bite already, he wants it so much, ahah
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*SIGH* well okay then, if you insist ;)
Content warning: suggestive content, mild blood
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pbnmj · 1 year ago
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noir doodles + some random hcs notes i have for him
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courtsees · 7 months ago
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the lads play dress up
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holyfireempathtaco-blog · 1 year ago
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Sketch of Legend and Zelda! One of my favorite Zelda designs
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synthshenanigans · 3 months ago
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I miiiight color this properly but have a funky soul design i did for fun :}
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[close up + a small text about the guy below and then some]
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While it is mainly just for fun & not my main design for Soul, i think Soul's form would change throughout Cacophony a fair amount. There's still some things it cant change but depending on its view on himself, Heart & Mind, or Whole would alter how his apperance looks. Not necessarily a bad thing either, just a form on how he feels or views himself. Kinda like when you make a persona i guess? He just swaps a lot between them.
Also smaller thing being that it's "tail" can change as well! More obvious being the relation to the instrumental album cover but also it can changed into other things as well. An Umbrella for Spring and a Storm, a gavel for parts of Mucka Blucka, TSE & The Bidding, or it being one of those bid cards youd hold up to bid your amount [also during The Bidding]. Can also change to the trident during TSE & The Bidding too, the red guitar in Two Wuv as well. Just generally whatever he want/feels like!
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darlingsart · 10 months ago
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More of my Modern AU shenanigans featuring Achilles’ nose ring and a very grabby six month old lmao
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sylenth-l · 10 months ago
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[🚧 WIP] Umm I was looking for some WIPs in my blog here, but couldn't find it... Apparently, I didn't post it here? OTL
Anyway, decided to dump these old ones in one post, since some of you say you like seeing sketches and lines (thank you again btw!!!). Most of these you've already seen finished, but not all 👀
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starry-bi-sky · 7 months ago
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catch me looking up nightingale symbolisms for tales of the passerine. if danny's using the name of a songbird for a hero name, regardless of familial connections, i will utilize the symbolism tied to the bird. Anyways general gist of the nightingale symbolism i've seen, other than what wikipedia told me, is that nightingales were frequently symbolisms of spring renewal, loss/death, love, etc. catch me about to incorporate music into Danny's character
#dpxdc#danny fenton is not the ghost king#tales of the passerine au#musician danny ftw. as someone who loves music i am more than happy to make this boy a frequent singer. this au is still baby#i can squeeze singer/musician danny in pr easily.#some favorite lines i saw while looking for symbolisms is that nightingales in roman culture were associated with venus and were also said#to provide comfort in the hours of darkness. eh eh? i saw a summary that in chinese folklore they were seen as symbols of hope#it didn't specify which dynasty but it did say it was a famous tale. cite also mentioned that in John Keats' “Ode to a Nightingale”#the bird’s enchanting song transports the poet to a world of transcendent beauty providing a temporary escape from the suffering and imperm#anyways looks like nightingales in gist symbolize comfort in dark times among other things#while robins in gist symbolize renewal. celebration of life. good luck. rebirth.#nightingale's color scheme in my mind is very much a dark purple-blue and black. maybe some gray too.#he'll probably try and ditch the black and white just out of paranoia. argh i need to come up with a suit design nooooo. superhero suit#design is my weakkkest design skill. have to balance between practical and a unique silhouette thats in line with their character.#esp since danny's not using his ghost half to be nightingale -- way too risky. also not using his powers/using them very little.#maybe i can work in an ocarina batman reference lmaoo. i can lean into comic/cartoon realism and have fun with that. as a treat
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skunkes · 1 year ago
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tried coloring it
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meeks-just-wants-to-scroll · 7 months ago
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Meeks tries to explain how they color, except it is disjointed because you can’t explain years of color theory and practice in one post.
I wanted to beat the allegations that I only draw warm colors so I made this Javier drawing with cool colors. Okay… well, cooler colors. I will never draw with strictly blue. Dark blue is my enemy.
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