Pairings: Xavier Thorpe x gn!reader / Xavier Thorpe x Wednesday Addams
Summary: chase two girls, lose The 1
Warnings: cheating, infidelity, Xavier gets slapped. lmk if there are any more
Word Count: 0.8k
You loved Xavier so much. More than he would ever know. He was the sunshine on your darkest days; the moonlight and the stars in the sky. He was just yours. But that all changed when Wednesday Addams came to Nevermore.
You went to his art shed only to discover that the locks had been changed. You knocked on the door and heard Xavier curse and rush around the small room. A couple minutes later, he unlocked the door and greeted you with messy hair. You noticed how his lips were slightly swollen, but ignored it as he invited you in.
“So, uh, what brings you here, y/n?” Xavier asked, leaning against the doorframe.
“Can’t an Outcast come and see their boyfriend every now and again?” You joked, leaning up to kiss him. He smelt of death, the same scent the new girl smelt of. “I was wondering if you wanted to go to the movies. We could watch that new horror film you want to see so bad.”
“Oh.” He mumbled, looking back. “I, uhm, I’m kind of busy at the moment. Maybe tomorrow?” He asked sheepishly.
“Oh. Yeah, sure.” You nodded. You went to walk away before turning to him. “And how come you changed the locks?”
“Oh, I just have a surprise for our anniversary next month.” Xavier shrugged nonchalantly and your smile dropped slightly.
“Okay, see you.” You waved. “Love you.”
“Fare thee well.” Xavier joked. You waited a second, but the words you wished to hear never came.
It had been like that for a while now. Ever since Wednesday Addams arrived, you became more of a friend than a partner. Long, late night walks became ‘Sorry, Wednesday needs my help.’ He’d let go of your hand whenever he saw Wednesday, wouldn’t say ‘I love you’ back whenever she was in earshot distance. It hurt.
This boy that would once bring you breakfast when you were sick; this boy that would once teach you how to draw simple things under the moonlight, gone. Gone into a fraction of the man he was. This act of high infidelity destroyed you.
Part of you longed for him to tell you the truth, you wanted to hear it from him, not from your peers that had been under the impression that the two of you had broken up. They had seen Xavier’s moves, the ones he made on Wednesday. Your heart broke when everyone came to console you. You had no idea what was going on, having had the flu and being bedridden. Enid, Wednesday’s roommate attacked you with a hug the first time she saw you that week. You awkwardly patted her back in confusion and she broke away to explain. Xavier had been seen kissing Wednesday under the moonlight in your spot.
That was a month ago. You figured that if he really cared, he would’ve tried harder to keep it a secret. He should know, there's many different ways that you can kill the one you love. The slowest way is never loving them enough.
You were left doubting yourself. Did Wednesday have something that you don’t? Were you not as pretty as Wednesday? How could someone so in love with you just fall out of love like that? Did he ever even love you?
“I’m breaking up with you.” Xavier said. The date was April 29th. Your anniversary. He hadn’t shown up for your date and now here he was, breaking you with you. Who the hell does he think he is? “I… i think that you were manipulating me with your siren song and-"
You cut him off by punching his face. “You cheat on me for months and have the audacity to blame me?” You asked in shock, holding your pounding hand. Xavier looked shock. “Oh, you think I don’t know? You think that I don’t know that you kissed Wednesday in our spot under the moonlight? I built that place. I made the handles paintbrushes, not her. I said I love you there, not HER!” You yelled.
“y/n, calm down.” Xavier said quietly, looking at all of the eyes on you.
“Don’t tell me to calm down. I am calm!” You exclaimed. “No, Xavier, I break up with you.” You then said.
“Am I interrupting something?” A monotone voice said, making you jump out of your skin.
Xavier looked distraught and you turned to see Wednesday Addams. “Yes.” You said, turning back to your boyfriend. “I love you. You are my sun and my moon and my stars. I can’t even find it in my heart to hate you.” Tears gathered in your eyes as you spoke your mind. “Did I do something? Am I not pretty enough? Not cool enough?”
“It’s not you, it’s me.” Xavier said. You wanted to call BS, but he continued. “I fell out if love with you and instead of telling you, I lead you on.”
“But why? When?” You had began crying.
“I don’t know.” He admitted. “I just know that when I saw Wednesday, I felt what I felt when we first started dating.”
I didn’t mean to hurt you. But you did. You did, you did.
Vampires and other Vampiric entities in the folklore of the Americas & Europe 🧛🏻♀️
Gruß vom Krampus!
December 5th is Krampusnacht, and I've done some pieces related to that over the years. This year I decided to update my depictions of Stan and Ford in the older two pieces (from 2016 and 2017 respectively), and to put the three all together. The original piece from 2016 was done for the 2017 Hunkles calendar (December of course), and the sequel was done for New Years the following year, with the final pic in the sequence appearing in Dec. 2020.
As I said in the original post, my version of the Krampus is based on looking at traditional folk costumes actually worn by krampus figures in Austria for the Krampusnacht festival.
And finally, just to keep it all in one place: after posting the 2020 piece, I got an ask about the little collection of Pines dolls that hang off of Krampus's basket in the second pic, and that Stan is holding in the last pic. I went into a long explanation (including an overview of the Krampus tradition and celebrations), so I'll put it below a cut here:
In your Krampus art... what's with that belt, neclace, bead (?) of plushes from the Pines Family?
Okay so like… the explanation is probably kind of dumb. And it’s me making stuff up, rather than relying completely on the actual folklore.
So the Krampus figure is actually a collection of figures from Central Europe, particularly in the Alps, and the specific traditions associated with the Krampus can vary from region to region and town to town. Thus, while a set of the Krampus tropes have kind of been exported and caught on in popular culture, that pop culture figure now only resembles *some* Krampus traditions. I don’t think it’s accurate to talk about “a” Krampus or “the” Krampus, exactly, because of that regional variation. It’s also worth noting that Krampus celebrations are very much alive in various towns in the Alps.
Generally speaking, though, Krampus is a “wild man” figure, often with a demonic face (mask), a furry body, and goat-like features (especially horns). There are some theories that the basic figure itself is pre-Christian (like a lot of the wild-man traditions of Central and Northern Europe). (I personally think that’s pretty plausible, given the range of costumes we see.)
After the advent of Christianity, though, the Krampus became associated with “the devil” or demonic figures. And eventually, in a lot of traditions within the Central European mountain area, Krampus got paired with St. Nicholas, as a kind of tag-team. St. Nicholas in those traditions is almost certainly one of the origins of Santa Claus, in that he rewards well-behaved children with presents. (But, traditionally he dresses like a bishop, and not in the outfit that a lot of Americans are familiar with.) The 6th of December is the Feast of St. Nicholas, so Krampusnacht (”Krampus night”) is the 5th of December. And Krampus acts as the opposite of St. Nicholas – if presents are a means of encouraging good behavior, then Krampus is the threat used to discourage bad behavior.
So, some of the accreted trappings of the Krampus are a whip and a bundle of birch branches, for beating children / people, and a basket that he carries on his back, into which he puts the naughty children he finds, to carry them off for punishment. (Obviously, the message there is: don’t be naughty or the Krampus will get you.) A number of the Krampusnacht traditions involve men costumed as Krampus running wild through the streets, threatening people with their birch branches or whips and so on, making noise (thus all of the bells worn around the neck) and kind of terrorizing people (not just kids), as a set-up for St. Nicholas to come in the next day and reassert order. (Sometimes it’s only “terrorizing” in an “all in good fun” sense, similar to Halloween scariness; but apparently in some towns, it can get kind of rough.)
So with all of that background… I was originally just looking for a sort of “crytpid” or monster for Stan and Ford to be fighting, with a December theme, for that 2017 calendar piece. They are encountering more of a magical, “real monster” version (rather than the folkloric ritual version), and therefore I took some liberties with the idea, even though I incorporated a lot of design elements from a variety of real Krampus costumes.
I didn’t want to put any actual children into Krampus’s basket for Ford and Stan to rescue, though (in the original calendar piece, they wouldn’t have been that visible). But when I did the second piece, I included the doll versions of the four Pines, hanging from Krampus’s basket, as a sort of… symbolic magical threat, an expression of the idea that the Pines are its supernatural targets. The dolls act as kind of representations of Krampus’s targets, and I also thought of them, in that sense, as a darker reflection of the St. Nicholas gift-giving tradition (still toys, but toys with a sinister meaning). If Krampus was a “real” supernatural being that goes around punishing the “naughty” or “wicked”… then what is its definition of “wicked”, and would it be a fair one, or unfair?
In this scenario, Stan and Ford are not in the mood to debate with it over whether it is fair to take them to task for being “naughty”, but they are DEFINITELY not going to stand for the idea that the Krampus might go after Dipper and Mabel, so – time to take it down!
Anyway, for more about the actual Krampus, I recommend taking a look at the Krampus article on Wikipedia, or listening to this excellent podcast (which I was listening to as I finished the piece the other day; am very interested in getting that guy’s book!).
Companions of Christmas 4: The Krampus!
The Krampus was a rural giftgiver who would deliver presents to good alpine children, but the naughty ones? Well, he'd stuff them into his basket and take them back to his lair, where they would be forced to spend the next year making toys for good kids. They'd be released the following Christmas, but even so, a year of forced labor in captivity is not ideal for anyone, much less a child.
Kids from this area, terrified of the Krampus, started writing St. Nicolas (already widely known for defending children from harm) letters asking for his intercession, and the saint obliged. He and the Krampus had a rumble, and St. Nick successfully shackled the Krampus with the chains that had once held St. Paul of Tarsus.
Bound by the magic of this holy relic, the Krampus had to accompany St. Nick for the next few years, and in observing his captor came to see that his punitive approach to kids wasn't the best way to ensure their good behavior or long-term character betterment after all. Thus reformed of his kid-beating, kid-stealing ways, the Krampus was released by St. Nick, though he asked to retain the chains so that they would always remind him of how NOT to help put right kids that are straying from the path of goodness, kindness, and charity, but to instead practice those tenets himself in order to best right wrong behavior.
He still has his avuncular sense of humor, and likes to put milder scares into wee ones, so expect to get a light whap with his bundle of switches, and a short ride around the room in his basket.
I think my issue with a lot of YA and just like...fantasy fiction in general...is that much of it is written from this perspective that the folklore and fairy tales they are borrowing from are just these "fun little stories". That these stories don't hold any inherent spiritual value or express a complex world view- or, if they do, it was a superstitious and backwards worldview. Something from a bygone and less enlightened era. Something from a stupid and unscientific people.
It shows in the writing because these kinds of books seem to be almost self congratulatory in the way they've "reimagined" the source material, or the way they've emphasized the "grittier" elements of a classic fairy tale.
It's an unfortunate mentality that not only leads to uninspired stories, or the dismissal of a beautiful human inheritance as preposterous, but also, like- casual racism and colonialism? Because people seem to think that if their myths and folk tales are "fun little stories", then other cultures' myths and folk tales must also be "fun little stories", and that they are equally up for "reinterpretation".
Don't get me wrong. I'm not saying that people shouldn't be inspired by folklore, or fairytales or use them in imaginative ways. I'm just saying that I wish, more often than not, it was coming from a place of respect towards those stories and the cultural/ spiritual values they carry, rather than treated as a quick backdrop for lazy plots and world building that only seem expansive and interactive due to their instant familiarity.
Estella Canziani ‘Fairies Bless the Newborn Child’, 1923.
I watched the movie Troll. And drew a troll. He has some beef with Espen Askeladd.
Krampus I did in 2021 around Christmas time
original scanned ink work and digital colors
I just don’t think we talk about hoax enough
How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it's some kind of murder?
-Richard Siken, War of the Foxes
We all love some old folklore kinslayers @cuarthol (I apologize for not using Disneys version of Snow White it just never touched me the same way the brother Grimms did)
the Celegorm in question
Companions of Christmas 5: Knecht Ruprecht!
Abandoned in the woods as a baby due to his giant appetite, the enormous Ruprecht was raised by bears 'til he was found by good ol' St. Nick, who became his lifelong friend, and offered more comfortable surroundings.
Ruprecht knew a lot of cold winters growing up, and always worries that kids will be too cold, so when he joins Santa on his visits, Ruprecht often gives them bundles of kindling for the fire. Kids often misinterpret this as a pile of switches for use in their own beatings.
Ruprecht doesn't talk much, and is always a little nervous when in people's homes - it's a struggle to remember not to scratch his back on the furniture, or to playfully boff someone with his enormous paw... I mean, hand. But he tries!
He's most at ease around animals (he's very good with them), so Santa has put him in charge of the stables, where he cares for the reindeer, horses, and other animals that Santa uses to deliver gifts, and that's why he's called Knecht Ruprecht ("knecht" here means "groom," a servant who manages the horses in a stable).