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#Halloween Christmas#krampuss#Garfield#comics 3#funny pics 14#creepy cute#christmas#ch22#Christmas 2022#navidad#navidad 2022#holidays#happy holidays#festejos#sad
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someone needs to take my spine and roll it up like a cinnamon roll right. NOW.
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#irl#they are perchten not krampusses#but basically yes#our ancient midwinter customs#have now been joined by#mari lwyd#from wales#who are welcome#even though they aren't real horse skulls but wooden masks#🏴🐴☠️#Youtube
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Embark on a whimsical journey with "KRAMPUSS," a spellbinding fusion of
mischievous feline antics and the legendary Krampus lore. In this
enchanting artwork, witness a playful cat donning a Santa Claus mask, as if
concealing its mischievous intentions. This creation is more than just a
visual spectacle; it's a delightful narrative that unravels the charm of the
holiday season.
Imagine the scene: a curious cat, a master of disguise, sneaking behind the
guise of Santa Claus, a symbol of festive generosity. The playful expression
in the feline's eyes hints at its secret desire to be on the 'nice' list. This
mischievous twist adds a layer of humor and warmth to the holiday spirit,
making "KRAMPUSS" a unique and endearing gift for cat lovers.
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Krampus sketch ✍️ work in progress! - #krampus #krampusart #krampusnacht #krampuslauf #krampusnight #krampuszeit #krampusse #taintedcraft #wip #wipart #wipartwork https://www.instagram.com/p/CmB9x7jt8vM/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=
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Hybrids between Ethereals were rare, in fact they were near nonexistent as most species tended to keep to themselves so a hybrid between an Ethereal and Angel was unheard of. A hybrid of that nature was deemed impossible as the Angels that did reproduce were nearly all outcasted an eternity ago, then you also heard the fear that also reigned over the minds of most Angels as it was not uncommon to hear rumours that if an Angel did have sex in general that they would be outcasted. But, this did not take into consideration hybrid Angels that were experiments; holy creatures made by the Almighty in an attempt to improve the powers that certain types of Angels had to make them more useful against the creatures of Hell.
That was when the first hybrid between the structure of an Ethereal and an Angel was born.
For the first one to be ever made the Almighty wanted to go all out. Even a creature such as the Almighty was sceptical as to if it would work as even in all the time that the Almighty had been alive something such as this had never been made. Once the Seraphim heard about the experiment it got to the Cherubim then the Thrones then the Dominions until all of Heaven had heard of the experiment. The elders of the Seraphim and a few other Angels disagreed with the idea saying that it was bad and could cause chaos but most of Heaven agreed with the idea which led to a competition being born. Whichever Angel could find all the parts of different Ethereals and have the Almighty agree that the parts were perfect would be blessed with a reward of their wildest dreams.
A young Angel, a simple Virtue who had grown attached to the babies that the humans cared for, came to the Almighty with the parts needed for the experiment. The pincers and legs of a spider that had been killed by a horde of Demons when it was weaving its thread and silk to form a new part of Heaven; the horn of a unicorn that had been ripped off due to the unicorn’s failure to keep their maiden a virgin; the claws of one of the wolves that had saved her from a Demon attack; the fangs and horns of the weaker Krampusse under the rule of Krampus, weird creatures of Hell that were the only Demons accepted into Heaven under the watch of Powers as their cause was seen as purer compared to other Demons that did not fully care about tormenting Angels or spreading sin on Earth. The parts were barely damaged, perfect to be used for the newest experiment that the Almighty planned. The Almighty deemed them as useful and acceptable for the experiment and in return for helping in this experiment, the Almighty blessed her with an important role that would fulfil her desire. She would be the “mother” of the hybrid as unlike the Angels that were born as adults this hybrid would be born a baby due to the unstable nature of the hybrid and as a backup plan in case anything went wrong as a weak baby that knew nothing was easier to kill than an adult.
The day or well the event itself was a spectacle. Everyone wanted to see the birth of this experiment, to see what would happen when Angels and Ethereals were brought together into one being. A perfect mix that was left to incubate until it was stable enough to be able to exist. The tension was palpable as all of Heaven gathered around the star Muscida to see the unique being that would hatch forth. It was not long before it finally hatched as if it could feel the expecting eyes watching it, waiting for it, everyone wanting to see it.
The star began to glow as it slowly began to expand and expand.
Bang.
It exploded, releasing an array of colours that spread out creating a web around the remains of the shell which the new creature had hatched from. The thing was wrapped in a layer of light that even blinded the Angels, no one could see its true form as it was hidden behind the light and before the light had chance to dim that experiment had been taken away by Michael to be given to the Almighty and the awaiting mother.
The creature was raised by a caring heart but was trained as soon as it could understand commands, its only purpose was to keep the Almighty safe and kill as many demons as it could find. A Seraphim mutated by the pieces of other creatures, a monster, an abomination. Never accepted by other Seraphim or the Cherubim who had to begrudgingly tolerate it while it was praised by the masses of lower Angels for massacring any Demons that came to close or even broke into Heaven; a balance of hate and love that was enough to fuck up anyone’s mind especially an Angel that only chased after the blood of Demons like it was a source of food.
For a creature so praised that was even welcomed alongside the Powers even if it was a completely different rank, no one knew what it looked like. Yes, Angels knew the rumours that had been passed from the Seraphims in a game of telephone. It was supposed to be monstrous, horrid even compared to creatures like the Thrones, a slight against the Almighty who must have been out of mind when creating the damned thing, the epitome of the phrase ‘Do not be afraid’. Most did not believe it as they could slightly see the chiselled body which was hidden behind robes that hung loosely from its body, although some Angels believed that behind the wings and veil that covered the face was the thing that was the true horror as all they ever got glimpses of were three icey, blue eyes on the left side of the face that never blinked but instead had a red tint to it whenever light caught it.
But those who had seen it would not truly call it a monster even if it had the features of one. The only few people who had seen the true form were its “mother”, the seven Archangels, the Almighty, and other Seraphim. In her deranged state the “mother” of course accepted it, no matter the appearance she would have been accepting because that was the baby that she had dreamed of. The Archangels did not care as why would they? They were too important, too busy to care about another experiment, yes a few of them thought it was a bit horrifying but most of the higher Angels were horrifying so in their opinion it fit right in. The Almighty did not care at all, in fact pride was the only thing the Almighty felt towards the experiment even with its appearance as that was just a testament as to what it was, it was all that was dreamed of, a perfect being of destruction that at first glance would be believed to be a total failure or impossible but it was not, no not at all. It was the first and was proof that it could work, to make hybrids that had the abilities of the Ethereals that could make Angels even more powerful than they already were like how in Hell they had been making hybrids to make Demons more stronger. All it was was proof to the Almighty even if more hybrids would be weaker or mixed with only one or two Ethereal types. But for the Seraphim it depended on who was the one answering the question. Most believed it to be a horrifying abomination, an insult to their kind to have their form mutated with the parts of less holy beings, although a minority of the Seraphim were accepting as it was not their place to judge as it was the Almighty’s favourite pet out of them all.
So, what did it look like? Was it truly horrifying under the mask? Well it depends on what is deemed as horrifying which depends on the person who sees it.
Like all Seraphim it had six wings: a pair to hide the face, a pair to fly that were not hiding anything, and a pair to hide the feet. The feathers were pure white at first glance but when the light hit at certain angles or they were tilted a certain way each feather was tinted with its very own colour, no colour was the same making each one unique. Its skin was slightly tanned but riddled with scars and the freckles, the scars were golden and were mostly slash wounds from when it had fought with Demons while the freckles looked like stars had been scattered across its chest, back, and face. Its hair was long and consisted of three forms, the first where it seemed to be lines of pure gold that was fluffy like cotton candy, the second a great blaze that could be lit on command as a way form of a threat as it was a wild mess, and the third was for after the hair had been turned to fire as it was consumed in soot to the point that it looked like obsidian as it was thing and like thin branches. Most of the time loose strands of hair were in front of its face or it was held behind its horns. It had three horns, a spiralling horn that curved into a point which would change colour depending on its mood while on the side instead of ears were two ram horns either side that had a slight raised spike of a horn at the base which would be considered an extra pair of horns if they were not attached to the other horns. The mouth would stretch far wider than humanly possible to show a set of teeth mostly made of canines with a tongue could wrap around most creatures easily as two chelicerae lay at the corners of the lips ready to inject Demons with a poison that would surely kill them in a moment. Technically it had four arms, all of which ended with claws, attached to its body as pedipalps attached to its arms looked like arms while it already had two normal arms attached to a body that was chiselled but chiselled to be a tank that could withstand attacks as the muscle was hidden under a protective layer of fat. On its face was a total of five eyes, three on the left and two on the right. All were an icey blue that looked like you were staring at the ocean through ice as the main right eye had one above it as the main left eye had one above and one below. And a crooked nose that had been broken a far few times due to Seraphim that just did not like when it opened its mouth to brag. What it was most embarrassed about though was the tail due to the sensitivity of the poor appendage. A long, tapered thing which was covered in a soft, silk-like fur before near two thirds through it bushed out into a soft pillow.
Compared to most Seraphim it was large, very large. Taller than all the others except for a select few as it towered over not just the other Seraphim but most of the beings in Heaven except for the Thrones that tended to be double its height. But, it was not just its height or mutated appearance that set it apart from the others, it was also the halo. Yes it may have been made up of light and was a circular disk, acting much like it was from a painting of a Saint as if it was a golden disk attached to the back of its head, but it did not just have lines of light coming out of it, no, it was slightly more disturbing. Arms circled around the halo, then eyes circled the arms, before it was finally circled by more beams of light.
Although it was not just its appearance that had it hated but instead some others that had directly dealt with it hated it for the egotistical personality.
Now how would one deal with many conflicting emotions and what sort of creature would it create? The emotions of technically being the only one of your kind, being at the time the only hybrid and when the other hybrids were made you were the only hybrid like that and the species you belonged to as a hybrid either seemed to praise you as a saviour or hated you for just existing. That same species that rejected you were so powerful but made you feel so much smaller as they bullied and ostracised you for what you were even though you could crush them under your feet. Then due to their ostracisation you could not do the job you felt you needed to do as it was in your nature as none of them trusted you, instead you were trained to become a mindless killer like the Angels so below you in righteousness. But how did that mix with being praised and glorified by your creator for just existing and being the perfect model as everyone eyes seemed to be watching you, waiting for you to screw up to be killed as you had such higher standards put to you compared to the mindless drones of creatures that adore you and kissed at your feet for being a killer and such a holy thing.
It created a mess, an unstable mess. A volatile cocktail of a violent, insecure, paranoid, cocky thing with too much confidence while being riddled with anxiety as a God complex was filled by all the praises that it had heard its whole life causing such an inferiority and superiority complex that did nothing to help the anger issues. No being wiser to the unholy thoughts that riddled its mind and actions due to the Demon and somewhat mortal structures that affected its nature as it could get away with most of the things it wanted since who would dare attack him for taking his frustrations out on others.
It made him.
König.
The King of the Hybrids, the experiment, one of Heaven’s finest killers.
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Krampus Baby
Me: we should write a cute little holiday blurb to publish on Christmas Eve, maybe something Hallmark-y, maybe some mistletoe -
Also Me: KRAMPUS EDDIE KRAMPUS EDDIE KRAMPUS EDDIE
So that's what we've got for you today, my lovelies!
CW: BDSM, allusions to punishment, brief descriptions of sex, implied future monsterfucking
“Babe, this isn’t what it looks like!”
“Oh, really? And what exactly does this look like, Eddie?!” Steve stood in the doorway to Eddie’s all-purpose-game-room-slash-music-studio-slash-office and glared at him, his arms crossed tightly across his chest.
Eddie shot a frantic look at the guys. Gareth and Phil were very conveniently looking elsewhere (the traitors). Jeff, who was the only one brave enough to make eye contact with Eddie, just shook his head slowly. “You’re on your own, dude.”
Well, shit.
The truth is, Eddie knew he was the only person to blame for the situation he’d found himself in. But in his defense, it’s not like there’s a manual that you get when you become a Krampus that says “hey, here’s how you tell your boyfriend/girlfriend/partner/spouse/whatever that you’re a Krampus, meaning that you spend all of Christmas Eve travelling around your assigned region and birching people that Santa/Jesus/someone says needs to be scared onto the straight and narrow.”
Well. Maybe he could have just led with that and gone from there?
Fuck, this would have been so much easier if he’d just agreed to be a Santa but no, his dramatic gay eighteen-year-old born-in-the-North-Pole ass just had to pick the more flamboyant career option. And sure, it was fun for a while – he’d always had a flair for theatrics and performing and every December 24 he gave the performance of a lifetime – but after about ten years of birching undeserving creeps he’d realized hey, maybe something like this could be fun the other 364 days of the year with humans he actually liked (or, ya know, that he at least thought were hot and wanted to get off with.)
And so Eddie the Krampus became Eddie Munson, training Dom at the Hellfire Club, and after twenty-seven years of walking this earth, he finally felt like everything in his life had fallen into place. Naturally that’s when he met Steve Harrington, a bratty little prince with perfect hair and an even more perfect ass and fell madly in love – far past the point of no return, do not pass go, do not collect two hundred dollars. He’d never really given a lot of serious thought to love or dating or anything like that because, you know, the whole Krampus thing, but from the moment he laid eyes on Steve his entire world had shifted to orbit around his beautiful, delightfully dorky, somewhat clueless human. Even more incredibly, Steve seemed to feel the same way because he'd given Eddie a key to his house after only four weeks of dating and happily reorganized his home so Eddie could have his own space and fuck, Eddie was going to marry this human and make him immortal and traipse all around the world with him until it was time for him the next generation of Krampus’ to take over.
(Krampusses? Krampusi? Krampussies? There really wasn’t a great plural form of his job title, was there?)
Right, it was a great plan, no, it was a perfect plan, because nothing could be better than almost-eternity with Steve. There was just one teeny tiny minor flaw with his plan, that being the fact that he, uh, forgot to tell Steve.
And now it was December 24th, and Eddie and the guys had finally gotten home from a long night of birching (which wasn’t really fun anymore now that Eddie got to punish someone he loved in a very, very fun way almost daily) and were unwinding with a beer when Steve had stormed in – Steve, who was asleep when Eddie left.
Steve, who was now seeing Eddie in his Krampus form for the first time (along with Jeff and Gareth and Phil). Steve, who looked angrier than the time that Eddie tried to experiment with forks in all of the electrical outlets in their house.
Steve, who was probably the first human to ever cause a Krampus nightmares.
“I can’t believe this. I seriously cannot fucking believe this, Eddie - ”
“Look, baby, I know this looks kind of crazy,” Eddie started slowly, extremely conscious of the way his horns protruded out of his hair, of the soot on his furry legs and the loud clopping sound his cloven hooves made as they tapped nervously on the floor. (He’d never felt bad about how he looked in this form; hell, he even thought he looked kind of hot. Not everyone can pull off the whole “burning-red-eyes-and-weirdly-long-tongue” thing like he could. But now that he found himself caught in Steve’s fiery gaze, he wanted nothing more than to disappear into a tiny ball, to make Steve forget that he’s ever looked like this.) “And I was meaning to tell you, I really was, but - ”
“Oh, really?” Steve scoffed, narrowing his eyes at Eddie even further. “You were meaning to tell me that you were punishing other people, is that what you’re trying to say?”
“ – wouldn’t believe me anyways, I mean, most people don’t believe in Krampus – wait, what?” Eddie cut off as Steve’s words worked their way into his brain. “I – what?”
“You heard me,” Steve scoffed again. “You just forgot to tell me you’re punishing other people? Even though we’ve been exclusive for almost a year? Even though you moved into my house?!”
“I – Steve, wait, it’s not like that - ”
“Oh, really,” Steve repeated himself, “so you didn’t spend Christmas Eve running around and whipping people who aren’t me?”
Eddie shot another look at the guys, all of whom looked as shocked as Eddie felt. (Except for Gareth, that little fucker was grinning like this was the funniest thing he’d ever witnessed.) “Steve, it’s not - ”
“It’s not like what, Eddie? It’s not like you threw a fit the one time someone else tried to Dom me but apparently that doesn’t go both ways! Apparently, I have to share you! You better not be fucking them, Eddie Munson,” Steve seethed, “because I swear to God – ”
“No, no, no! Steve, I wouldn’t, I would never,” Eddie raced out, cautiously stepping closer to his boyfriend. “And it’s not – it’s not like us, okay, it’s literally just punishment and nightmares and stuff. Most of them won’t even remember me tomorrow!”
“Oh, but some will?”
“I – maybe?”
“What Eddie is trying to say,” Jeff saved him by jumping in, “is that this is just a job for us, man. It’s literally just a job. We really don’t get that sort of enjoyment out of it. Hell, most of us aren’t even in the lifestyle outside of this.”
“Yeah, Eddie’s just weird,” Gareth snickered, although he sobered somewhat when Eddie turned to glare at him.
“He loves you, man. He wouldn’t cheat,” Jeff finished. “That’s not what this is.”
Steve huffed, although the crease in his brow had softened somewhat. “You’re really a Krampus, then? And the horns and shit are real?”
“Yeah – yeah, super real, see?” Eddie said, grabbing hold of his horns and yanking them as hard as he could. Ouch. “This is just my Krampus form. I, uh, don’t wear it out all that often.”
“But you have horns.”
“Uh, yeah,” Eddie replied nervously.
Steve’s face went through a few emotions before settling on angry. “You mean I could have been holding onto your horns the entire time we’ve been fucking?”
Eddie heard the sound of someone choking loudly behind him, but he didn’t have the brain space to care about that; in fact, the only brain space he had was completely overrun by images of Steve on his back, hands gripped around Eddie’s horns as Eddie drove him further and further into their bed. “I, uh - ”
“Well,” Steve cut off his blabbering with a cold look, “since it’s Christmas Eve and all, I might as well do a little punishing of my own.” He turned on his heel and stomped out of the doorway, pausing briefly to yell back over his shoulder. “You’re sleeping on the couch!”
“BABE!” Eddie whined back, stomping his hoof on the ground. “Until when?!?!”
“Until I say so!” Steve hollered as he disappeared out of view.
“That went well,” Gareth said drily once Steve was out of earshot. The sound of their bedroom door slamming echoed into Eddie’s man-cave and all four Krampus’ winced.
“Yeah, good luck getting out of that one, man,” Phil said, and with a nod he disappeared in a cloud of smoke. Gareth snorted and followed suit, leaving Eddie and Jeff standing alone.
“Honestly, I really think it could have gone worse. You might need to speed up the timeline on that ring, though.” Jeff clapped Eddie on the shoulder. “Unless you have another plan.”
“Oh,” Eddie replied slowly, quietly, a maniacal grin spreading across his face. “I have a plan, all right.”
“Yeah, that doesn’t worry me at all,” Jeff rolled his eyes. “It’s your funeral, man.”
“Mmm,” Eddie hummed, thinking about the brand new switch he’d purchased for Steve – one of his many, many gifts for the man. “At least I’ll die doing what I love.”
“And that is?”
Eddie smirked even wider. “Why, punishing Steve.”
#let me know if you wanna see steve get punished#because I am having some THOUGHTS let me tell you#steve harrington#eddie munson#steddie#steddie fanfic#steddie fic#steddie holiday fic
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Got a new lil guy up in the shop in time for the holidays! Meet Krampuss!
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Krampuss 2023
Its once again that time of year and they seem much more dangerous than the last.
I hope you've been on your best behaviour.
You're already on the list if you've been playing Christmas Music since the start of the month.
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The Schnabelpertchen, the Tidy, Homicidal Bird Omas of Austria
In the Rauris Valley of Austria, on January 5th, the eve of the Epiphany, large bird-like creatures known as the Schnabelpertchen (Schnabelpertcha in the singular) walk the streets. They quietly call, "Ga ga ga," as they go from house to house, making sure that the houses are clean and in order. If your house isn't clean and in order, they'll slit open your stomach with the scissors they carry, rip out your guts and stuff you full of the rubbish you've accumulated. They might also cut off the legs of your children, if they've been naughty, and put them in the baskets they carry on their backs. Or maybe they'll just take the kids, period.
The Schnabelpertchen ("beaked Pertchen") are a unique manifestation of the Pertchen - the gang of demons who accompany Pertcha, a Germanic pagan crone goddess. The Schnabelpertchen are the quieter cousins of the much noisier Schiachpertchen, "ugly Pertchen," a.k.a. the Krampusses.
By the way, Frau Pertcha is none too pleasant herself, as you may have surmised. She's the original belly slitter and child stealer. For a perversely homey touch, she also oversees the spinning of thread and yarn. In folklore and fairy tales, Pertcha is known by many names: Berchte, Pehrta, Berta, Bertha, Butzen-Bercht ("Boogeyman Bercht"), etc. Pertcha is most active in the twelve days after Christmas and very likely derives her name from "Berchtentag," the Epiphany, in German.
The Schnabelpertchen are welcome guests in homes these days, but it certainly wouldn't hurt to tidy up your place a bit, or a whole lot, before Twelfth Night just the same.
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in honor of my most hated day of the year, krampustag, i‘d like to tell y‘all that the plural of krampus in german is „krampusse“ just bc i think it‘s funny.
krampussy
#krampus#yeah i am indeed 23 years old let me have immature humor lmao#krampustag#austrian traditions#ich schwör ich hab schon so angst vor heute lol bei uns im ort laufen sie einfach immer so herum#st nicholas#st nick#personal thingy
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The Krampus and the Old, Dark Christmas: Roots and Rebirth of the Folkloric Devil
by Al Ridenour
Feral House
2016, 248 pages, 7.0 x 0.7 x 9.9 inches, Paperback
Sometime at the start of this decade, Americans started to take an interest in Krampus—a shaggy, horned demon who punishes and occasionally eats wicked children at the command of St. Nicholas. Websites, TV shows, comic books, a major motion picture, not to mention several live events around the country, have brought this dark figure out of shadows of the Alps and into America’s popular consciousness.
For the uninitiated, Krampus may seem an odd fit for Christmastime. Clad in fur, heavy chains, and noisy cowbells, troops of Krampusse (the correct plural of Krampus) run through alpine villages on St. Nicholas Day (December 5). Traditionally, Saint Nicholas would lead these krampuslaufs (“Krampus runs”) to visit farmsteads and check on the behavior of children. Well-behaved children who could adequately recite their prayers on command would receive small gifts from the stern saint; those who were not and could not would receive a beating with Krampus’s switch.
Something about this dark figure resonates with people today, leading to a revival of events that just a generation ago were unkindly viewed as rustic provincialisms in Austria, and to their adoption and adaptation by American urbanites. Al Ridenour— a freelance writer, artist, and co-founder of Krampus Los Angeles— has written a wonderful book documenting the larger world of the Krampus, the tradition’s historical development, and its religious and folkloric roots. The Krampus and the Old, Dark Christmas: Roots and Rebirth of the Folkloric Devil does an admirable job of describing both traditional and modern iterations of the krampuslauf, as well as of cataloging regional variations of the figure and their associated rituals. In searching for Krampus’s origins and trying to account for his current resurgence, Ridenour weaves together a wide variety of materials that reach well beyond the traditional krampuslauf connecting the figure to fertility rites, tales of ghostly apparitions, and medieval morality plays.
https://feralhouse.com/the-krampus/
http://krampuslosangeles.com/krampus-book/
https://dangerousminds.net/comments/everything_you_always_wanted_to_know_about_krampus_but_were_afraid_to_ask
https://conskipper.com/krampus-and-the-old-dark-christmas-al-ridenour-interview/
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The Perchten (not Krampusses!) were here, part 2
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Just had to share my baby boy Krampuss looking like some love sick pre-raphaelite lady
(The black blob in the upper left corner is his sister sitting on him)
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krampuss cool
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Überfall auf Krampusumzug: 30 Migranten attackieren Teilnehmer
Tichy:»Hunderte von Zuschauern nahmen am Krampuslauf in Naturns teil, waren begeistert von den Darbietungen der Schreckgestalten, die im Advent traditionell den Nikolaus begleiten. Bis es plötzlich zu Ausschreitungen durch eine Gruppe Jugendlicher kam. Sie beschimpften die Teilnehmer, warfen sogar Eisblöcke auf die Krampusse und verletzten einen Polizisten. Wie „Südtirolnews“ berichtet, sei die Veranstaltung von einer
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