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[annalrk-art]

for the @bokumonoexchange winter warm-up; day 1 prompt snow/warmth with pony on the first snowy day of the year

[yorunoangel]

I want Cliff to have some happy snow memories so I drew some for the Bokumono Winter Warm-up Weekend

[awlimagines]

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He had seen all manner of festivals in his travels. Cooking festivals, horse races, livestock shows, and dozens of New Year's and summer celebration iterations. While the events were fun, the crowd and press of people were often too much. He much preferred simple one-on-one conversations rather than tracking multiple speakers at once. Gustafa often found himself unintentionally listening to other conversations nearby rather than focusing on the one he should be listening to. 

The musician had no plans to participate in Forget-Me-Not Valley’s fireworks show. The town here was smaller and quieter than others, but as he aged, the man enjoyed his peace more and more. Gustafa stood in his yurt, observing his collection of instruments. Which would be the best to usher in the warmth and freedom of summer? Timid knocks on the door broke Gustafa’s focus causing the man to frown in thought briefly. It wasn’t often he had visitors. Curious, he swung the door open, causing the new farmer to jump in surprise. 

“Hey, what’s up?” he pleasantly greeted. His interactions with you in the past month were brief. Gustafa couldn’t figure out why you might be on his doorstep, but he could sense the tension. Gustafa smiled gently as he patiently waited for you to collect yourself. He knew what it was like in a new place and was concerned about bothering neighbors. 

“U-um, would you like to watch the fireworks with me? I-I know it’s last minute, so if you have plans already, it’s fine.” 

Gustafa stood in shock for a moment. This wasn’t anything he had expected to be asked when he opened his door to find you. He meant to stay home and play instruments, only pausing to listen to the cracks and pops overhead before continuing. It wouldn’t hurt to participate, though, especially when you had worked up the courage to invite him. He stepped out of the yurt to your side, chirping,  “Yeah, sounds groovy!” 

He thought the fireworks would be it. After the show, you visited him more. You didn’t always talk; sometimes, you just stopped to listen as he played various instruments. He soon found himself waiting for you as he settled places to play. As you found him each time, excitement would surge through him. Thoughts of you begin to circle his mind, drowning out all other music. His attention focused on writing a song for you. Gustafa’s plans to leave the valley at summer’s end changed. Your song wasn’t finished, and he couldn’t leave without that done. 

The weather cooled as trees changed their colors. Gustafa’s hands felt beyond slick, tightly wrapped around his glass at the Bluebird Bar as he asked you to join him for stargazing. He hid his relief behind a wide smile as he led you from the bar. Holding your hand crossed his mind, but he quickly discarded the thought. What if you changed your mind about spending time with him when you felt how moist his hands were? As he played the final notes of your song, he wondered how much you remembered from the other parts. Did you piece together the message he carefully hid? 

It didn’t seem you had. Nothing changed in the following days. If anything, as autumn changed to winter, you began to visit him less. Doubt swallowed Gustafa, leaving him as desolate as the bleak winter landscape. You were friendly with so many in town. Why did he think there was something special with him over everyone else?

“Gustafa!” you caught him at his door after the Starlight Concert. “W-would you marry me?” 

Gustafa blinked in surprise at the blue feather in his face, obscuring his view of your blushing face. The feather trembled in your tight grasp as you anxiously awaited his response. He gently plucked the delicate proposal from your grasp before swooping in to plant a kiss. He couldn’t imagine living in solitude again after meeting you.

[jake-marshall]

[Fic] In a Sky Full of Stars, I Think I See You

My piece for the @bokumonoexchange Winter Warmup Weekend Day 2: Festivities/Solitude

(More on the Festivities side but definitely some Solitude thrown in)

I had not planned on writing this until @symphonicfantasia sent me a prompt that actually no longer really applies to what this story's become, and thus another Trent/Carter idea was born. 17.5k and a month + change later, here we are.

This is a combination of my love of pre-canon!AU's, of me wanting to deep dive into my headcanons for Carter's backstory that I only vaguely touched upon in "Blessed Are Those", and to also project and purge my some (more) of my feelings/experiences about religion and queerness. Featuring appearances by a HoLV character as well as another ~mysterious cameo~. As always mind the tags! This is rated T but there's a couple things pointed out.

The Starry Night Festival has never held any particular significance to Carter, although he's more than happy to help in making it meaningful for the congregation at the church where he serves as assistant pastor. This year, especially, as it's to be his last one in the city before relocating to Mineral Town.

Between the early and late services, he encounters an unfamiliar young man who looks for all the world like he could use someone to talk to, and who causes Carter to recall his own not-too-distant past. Nevermind that he's attractive and, as Carter comes to discover, kind if not endearingly awkward as well. No, that's completely inconsequential.

But isn't the Starry Night Festival meant for nothing if not hope and genuine connection? Even with no promise of them ever again crossing paths, Carter finds himself pondering what exactly that might entail.

>>Read "In a Sky Full of Stars, I Think I See You" on ao3!!<<

[symphonicfantasia]

An Archive of Our Own, a project of the Organization for Transformative Works

A Trent/Carter fic for the Bokumono Winter Warm-Up Weekend. B)

[annalrk-art]

day 2 for the @bokumonoexchange winter warm-up, prompt was festivities/solitude - holly alone during the starlight gala, a festival you can't attend solo in-game

[yorunoangel]

For the last day of the Bokumono Winter Warm-up Weekend I drew my old fave Calvin. His Starry Night event was my favourite back in the day

[yorunoangel]

My picture for day two of the Bokumono Winter Warm Up Weekend is Trent and Carter having an intimate Starry Night date, dedicated to my dearest @jake-marshall. Thanks for infecting me with your parasitic FoMT brainworms <3