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Tibi's MCYT WritingTober, day 31

I did it!! I cannot believe the month is already over ahahah When I first started this I had no idea how much I was going to have fun with this. Throughout this month I have gained so much, both in experience and in friends, and I cannot thank each an everyone of you for making this possible.

First, a thank you to @the-only-gamer-gost , who created this list of prompts! It was such a good idea, and I loved every single one of them!!!

Then a thank you to @whatimevendoinhere , who's been an endless source of ideas and support and all the good things in the world. Everything I write would - literally - not exists if it wasn't for them. So yeah. Love you bro <3

Then a thank you to all of the lovely people that have been reading this silly stories, to those who have been leaving likes and to those who have been leaving comments, both in the replies and in their tags. A thank you to all that have followed me, and to all that have sent me asks and requests!

I hope you've had fun, reading these silly little stories of mine! Today's prompt is "making a Halloween costume together"!

This is for you, I hope you'll like it! <3

Tommy doesn't particularly mind Halloween.

It's a cool festivity, and it serves as a break among the school days which is always welcome. The amount of candy and chocolate surrounding the event is also a very good side of it - no matter what his family is planning, he's always sure he will find good things to snack on during the day.

He doesn't really enjoy the dressing up part of it: too much effort, a bit too much to do and too little rewards for it to be something he actually wants to put effort in.

This is why, when Wilbur organises a week-long meetup that has Halloween smack dab in the middle of it, he doesn't expect he's going to do much for it.

Wilbur's planning a big party for all of them, and they'll be probably filming or streaming some things - as for all the rest of the week.

Phil has insisted on having a pumpkin carving contest, and Fundy has insisted on having lots of candy.

Tommy is hyped for the party as much as he is hyped for the rest of the week there, but he already knows he's going to show up with no costume and say he's dressed up as his biggest hero, because he is cool like that.

Then, one afternoon a couple of weeks before he has to take the trip to London, as he's working on a video while on call with Tubbo, the subject of the masked party comes up.

"I heard that Fundy is working on a pokemon trainer costume, since he bought all those cards. And, oh!, Wilbur is revamping the L'manburg costume, he says he'll do a post-election version of it, all creepy and stuff. What do you think?"

Tommy blinks at the screen, for a moment not understanding what he means, and then shrugs. A moment later he remembers his camera isn't on.

"I-uh- I have no idea. I'm not a big fan of costumes."

There's the sound of Tubbo's cord clashing against them and their mic, and Tommy can just imagine his friend gesticulating wildly in silent protest at his comment.

"What?! Tommy we have to have matching costumes then!" Tubbo suggest excitedly, prompting Tommy's face to contort on itself in confusion.

"Wh- but why? What is the jump to there?! Wha- Where did that even come from?" Tommy asks as he takes his hands off the keyboard - he feels like he needs to focus on this discussion.

"Well, you don't have a costume, and you don't like dressing up for the sake of it. So if you're dressing up to match me, it'll be more fun!" He supposes that what Tubbo is saying makes a bit of sense. Just a tiny bit. And making a costume together does sound cool. Kinda. Sorta. Maybe.

"I doubt that. But alright, I guess. What did you have in mind?" Tommy asks nonchalantly, reclining back in his chair to stretch out his back a bit. He figures his friend has already something planned - as he always does - and a tiny part of him is hyped to see what it's going to be.

"Uh- nothing. Like, actually literally nothing!"

As he bursts out laughing, Tommy realizes that he has a long afternoon ahead of him.

About a couple of days later, he's exiting his house by himself, geared with a fully charged phone, some cash and an extra charger. He has a bus trip ahead of him, and Tubbo jamming to some random song in his earplugs.

"Are you there yet?" Tubbo asks, as if they're the one stuck on an uncomfortable seat waiting for his stop, and Tommy glances around himself before he awkwardly answers:

"Nope, still got a couple stops to go."

"I am so hyped, Tommy, I am so hyped. The costumes are gonna be so great." Tommy chuckles to himself, rubbing at the bridge of his nose as he glances at the buildings ouside the window.

"That is, if I actually manage to find what I need."

When the two of them had finally decided what to wear at Wil's party, it had become evident that neither owned what they were going to need for the costume. Therefore, the earlier afternoon Tubbo had gone out to gather all the main necessities for his part - plus some extras they could share.

And now, at least in theory, he was going to guide Tommy through finding what he needed, as he'd admitted needing help to do so.

Now, all he hopes is that the clerk will let him film himself as he walks around the thrift shop - and later the costume shop -, so that Tubbo can pick out what he should buy.

He wasn't kidding when he said he has no idea how these things work.

Tommy doesn't particularly mind makeup.

He really doesn't like it on his face, thought, even if Tubbo insists that what he's putting on his face is not makeup.

Cosmetic fake blood is still makeup, for all that Tubbo tries to argue.

"It's got the world cosmetic in it, tho, doesn't it?" He tries, despite knowing he shouldn't.

Tubbo bristles, hand hovering near his face as they're in the process of holding up a scrunched up piece of paper with blood smeared on it, and they glares furiously at him.

"Alright, yes, yes, shutting up and staying still." Tubbo smiles for just a split second, then goes back to staring intently at his face as he dabs the blood smears on him.

Tommy is still glad that he'd found a cheap suit in the thrift shop, otherwise he would have felt extremely sad at staining that too just a moment before.

Back when they'd decided what to dress up as, Tommy had initially refused to wear anything on his face: he feels like it would have gotten all sticky and gross on his face, and the blood right now gives him the impression it's still going to happen despite his best hopes.

But Tubbo's idea is honestly so cool, he figures he can agree to some. Just a tiny bit.

Tubbo is by far the one who got the most of it anyway - Tommy studied him and tried to help out as they traced lines on their face and then shaded them carefully, creating a cracked porcelain effect on a base of full faced white that has got to feel so gross.

It is also quite impressive how he got his black suit to look disheveled and slightly torn up while not damaging it too much.

Seemingly satisfied with his job, Tubbo leans back to check everything one more time before nodding firmly.

"All done! You're sure you still don't want a bit of red? Like, as if you were wearing a mask, but it's your skin?" Tubbo asks, already reaching for the same colour palette he used for his own face about half an hour ago.

Tommy's whole body sags as he pouts in what he hopes is a convincing sad expression.

"But it'll feel so gross and it will bother me! Doesn't it itch?" Tommy whines and Tubbo huffs out, both amused and exasperated.

"It really does not! And it's not all your face! Most importantly you will look like a badass!"

Tommy gives another wordless whine, then an exasperated drawn out sigh.

About ten minutes later, Tubbo declares their preparations finally over with a clap of their hands. And since both of them are extremely well prepared for all of this, they're only five minutes late.

As they leave their room in a hurry, Tommy shoots one last glance at the mirror.

Tubbo, a falling angel: dark torn up suit, a broken wing, porcelain cracks on his face and a darkened halo; and Tommy, a demon with a nice side: pure white suit and a pastel coloured tie, with golden devil horns and blood smeared on one side of his mouth and the top of his otherwise pristine suit. The slightly darker shade of red around his eyes does make him look badass.

They're going to get some rocking pictures that night.

#mcyt writingtober #tommyinnit #tubbo #its the bois again #this is the last prompt!!!#hurray!!#*scott smajor voice* we did it!

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katemarley · 6 years

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fanfiction: krampuslauf

Fandom: Hetalia - Axis Powers Pairing: Austria/Prussia Characters: Austria, Prussia, Kugelmugel Rating: G

Summary: Austria, Prussia, and Kugelmugel are on vacation in rural Salzburg when Austria gets talked into participating in the local Krampuslauf, a traditional parade, as a fill-in. He doesn’t like the idea—Krampus runs are loud and rough and sometimes violent. Since he agrees nonetheless, someone needs to look out for Kugelmugel during the parade.

A contribution to the @pruausadventcalendar. Also available on my AO3 and fanfiction.net.

Some notes before the story begins:

The city of Salzburg is the capital of the Austrian federal state of the same name, colloquially called Salzburgerland. This story refers to the latter (the rural part of the federal state). Sankt Johann im Pongau, where the story is set, has about 11,000 inhabitants.

In Austria and some other regions of the eastern Alps, the Krampus is a horned figure with (at least traditionally) a long tongue and one cloven hoof reminiscent of the Devil. Several of them traditionally accompany Saint Nicholas (feast: 6 December) who brings presents to nice children. There is also the tradition of the Krampuslauf (“Krampus run”) on 5 December (“Krampus Day”) in which several groups of Krampus with Saint Nicholas (Passen; singular Pass) parade through the streets, wearing clanking cowbells. Sometimes, children and adolescents try to pester the Krampus without getting hit by their birch rods (a tradition called Kramperltratzen or Kramperlstauben). There are increasing complaints about the Krampus becoming too violent. Indeed, people can get injured during Krampus runs, resulting in broken legs and the like. (I wonder if they’ve actually become more violent or if people are just more sensitive towards violence occurring during folkloristic traditions nowadays than a few decades ago.)

Friedl (short for Friedrich) is the human name I use for Kugelmugel (after Austrian artist Friedensreich Hundertwasser, 1928-2000).

Sankt Johann im Pongau, 4 December 20xx

“It would be much appreciated if you agreed,” Mrs Schneider said. “My husband has a touch of the flu, and the performance of his Pass is arranged so all Krampus parade parallel to each other in groups of two, performing a certain combination of steps. When Saint Nicholas gives the signal with his staff, they dash to the sides, rattling at the barriers where the spectators are. Then, they get back into formation.”

“I don’t know,” Austria said doubtfully. “Shouldn’t they ask someone from Sankt Johann first?”

“On this short notice, they need someone who has a certain sense of rhythm and who actually knows how to dance,” she explained. “That’s why the boys asked me to ask you.”

“Why don’t they ask me directly if it actually matters to them?” Austria was still putting up defences. Prussia could tell he had no intention to agree.

“Because you’re my holiday guest for this week, and because I know you better than them.” Mrs Schneider, on her part, had no intention to give up.

“Please, Mr Edelstein,” Lena, Mrs Schneider’s eight-year-old daughter, begged. “I was so looking forward to seeing Papa in his Krampus costume. Please let me at least see his costume tomorrow evening.” She looked at Austria with beseeching blue eyes.

Prussia could see how his lover’s resistance melted like snow inside their holiday home. He understood. There was hardly any means to resist against a pair of wide children’s eyes.

“Fine,” Austria sighed. “What do I need to do now?”

“There is a final rehearsal this afternoon,” Mrs Schneider explained. “Wait, let me show you where they meet…”

Lena turned to Prussia, raised an eyebrow—See? That’s how you get what you want—and rushed out of the parlour in order to play in her room.

“Looks like Roderich has quite the task to fulfil now,” Kugelmugel commented dryly. The micronation sometimes sounded far too worldly-wise for his physical age. Prussia snorted. He knew what Krampus were from his previous experience of his lover’s lands in the Christmas season.

“I have a hard time envisioning him participating in a Krampus run, to be honest.”

“Who knows.” Kugelmugel shrugged. “Maybe the old man is going to surprise us by actually being cool once in a while. —Well, sort of,” he added after a short pause. “As cool as you can be when you’re wearing fur all over.”

“So, how was it?” Prussia asked when Austria returned from the rehearsal.

“Exhausting,” Austria replied, flopping down on the wooden corner bench where Prussia already sat. “I didn’t expect the fur, the mask, and the cowbells to be so heavy … Well, I actually did,” he corrected himself. “But it was still strenuous to wear them during the whole of the rehearsal, and the fur smells strange too. The good thing is I probably won’t be cold during the Krampus run tomorrow evening.”

“Yes. About that.” Prussia sniffed. “I can smell it was exhausting. You should take a shower.”

“And you are, as always, Prince Charming,” Austria grumbled, boxing Prussia lightly against the arm. Nonetheless, he rose from his seat, heading in the direction of their room and the bathroom. “Did I already mention I’m not exactly fond of sweating outdoors in winter when it’s not for skiing?”

He hadn’t, but that wasn’t exactly news to Prussia either.

5 December 20xx

“…and pay attention to what Friedl is doing!” Austria said for what seemed to be the hundredth time. “I don’t trust the boy not to do something stupid during the parade!” By something stupid, Austria referred to the tradition of leaping over the barriers in order to pester the Krampus in the parade without getting hit by them. Prussia had seen that before. He had to admit it did look dangerous, especially if he imagined a lank person like Kugelmugel in that situation.

“Yes; yes, I will,” he mumbled once again. “Even if I doubt Friedl would do anything like this.”

“I know you doubt it, but he would,” Austria said in an exasperated tone. “That’s why I keep repeating how important it is that you pay attention!” He paused. “Friedl isn’t Ludwig, you know. Ludwig has always been a responsible boy. He’d never have done a dangerous thing such as this. Friedl, however…” Austria sighed. “Friedl would do—and has, in fact, done—many a stupid thing in the name of art. Please don’t have me worry for his safety while I can’t look out for him.”

“Okay,” Prussia finally said. “I will. Promised.” Austria nodded.

“Good,” was all he said before he left in order to morph into a scary beast for the Krampus parade.

The spectators of the Krampus run crowded around the barriers, waiting for every Pass to come close. Kugelmugel and Lena had managed to gather right behind the barriers. Mrs Schneider didn’t appear to be worried, but Prussia felt a little queasy when he saw how close some of the Krampus came to the crowd. A few of the scary-looking figures in their shaggy fur even jumped against the barriers, causing the startled crowd to draw back a little … but never for long. So far, however, none of them had joggled the barrier right where they stood.

Then, the next Pass emerged from the darkness; a group of figures coated in fur prancing closer, making noise with the cowbells around their belts. When the Saint Nicholas who lead them raised his staff, they dashed to the barriers, growling at the spectators. This time, one of them appeared right in front of Lena and Kugelmugel.

“Hello,” the girl cried cheerfully, extending a hand towards the Krampus, patting his fur. Kugelmugel took that as his cue to grab the fur around one of his arms, pulling.

“Friedl!” Prussia exclaimed, snatching the micronation away from any potential whips with the birch the Krampus had put under his belt.

Instead of the birch, a cool and slightly reddish hand appeared from under the fur, stubbing gently against Prussia’s nose.

“Very good,” Austria’s voice said from under the fur. “That’s what I asked of you when I told you to take care of him.”

Prussia felt himself blush regardless of the cold. Even if Kugelmugel didn’t seem particularly impressed at Austria’s costume, Prussia couldn’t help thinking that his lover fulfilled his Krampus role better than he would have given him credit for. He had only left said role in order to reveal himself to Prussia who seemed to be the only one not to recognise his lover in the first place. Then Krampus-Austria pulled back, re-joining the formation as it trod past.

Austria as Prussia knew him returned to their holiday home shortly after Mrs Schneider had left in order to put Lena to bed. Kugelmugel had gone into his room in order to paint Austria in his Krampus costume before he forgot how his brother had looked like.

“Didn’t you stay with the other guys in your Pass?” Prussia greeted him, realising he sounded almost reproachful even if he didn’t intend to. “Mrs Schneider told me all of you are supposed to be drinking beer now.” Austria shrugged.

“I told them I’d prefer spending the evening with my partner because I don’t see him as often as I’d like.” He smiled a tiny smile.

“And what did they say?”

“They mocked me for being domestic but let me go.” His smile grew broader. “I take it you realise they knew who I actually am?” Prussia nodded.

“I didn’t know, but I suspected. They wouldn’t have let you participate in their Pass if they hadn’t known you’re Austria, right?”

“Exactly.” For the second time within one day, Austria sat down next to Prussia on the rustic corner bench. “I don’t think they know who you are or who Friedl is, but they did realise we’re … well. Sort of a family.” He rested his head against Prussia’s shoulder, taking his hand.

“On holiday with my little brother and my loved one,” Austria whispered. “I’m happy now. And if that means I’m domestic and a bit of a bore, so be it.”

“You aren’t boring,” Prussia said, squeezing Austria’s hand in turn. “You’re actually pretty cool as a Krampus.”

“I love you, too,” Austria said, leaning forward in order to kiss Prussia on the tip of his nose this time.

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