#its not that hard to just fucking say flautist

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This is something I thought of but it suits the men you like more than it does mine

Imagine an au or smth in which your fave plays the cello

Now imagine y/n oc sitting on his lap, he's choking them while using a toy on them and in that position it's almost like he's playing y/n like they're a cello

I think you could do this prompt justice better than I ever could so I hope you enjoy it ✨️

Cellist Kid

Okay, but hear me out. Cellist Kid.

Cellist. Kid.

Thoughts below the cut.

Synopsis: your academic rival and you do not get along. You find his boorish intensity revolting, and he finds your attitude standoffish. As your conductor decides to pair you together to practice, tempers flare and passion ignites.

Themes: afab!reader x Kid, cellist!kid x flautist!reader, choking, Kid has both hands, kissing swearing, college AU, NSFW, 18+, smut, P in V sex, drabble length, creampie, enemies to lovers, rivals to lovers, hate sex.

College AU with Eustass Kid wanting to practice playing electric bass, but instead joins an orchestral ensemble at his college for extra credit. They don't play metal, punk, or rock: but he absolutely has a soft spot for movie soundtracks that use heavy bass: game of thrones, lord of the rings, Narnia, all of the songs of his childhood.

He decides the closest thing to a bass is a cello. It takes him a while to understand how to use a bow, but he picks it up in no time. He enjoys this time he spends playing music, it's a way he gets to unwind and hone in on his musicality.

The only hiccup in this perfect symphony is you. Not your playing, but your attitude. You loathe him, and he despises you.

You're a flautist who often gets the lead line for the pieces because you're extremely talented and dedicated to your craft. You hang shit on Kid for joining a failing Warhammer painting group with his best friend, MSK - and he taunts you just as much for joining a Dungeons & Dragons group being ran by a DM named Usopp, an English literature major who enjoys spinning roleplaying tales.

But the more you play music together, the more the conductor of the band decides to place you two together in a more permanent way. You're perfect for each other, in your conductors opinion. The deep rattle of the bass clef played by Kid harmonises perfectly with the treble you produce with your fluttery breath and nimble fingers.

You've been aggressively quippy with each other for a few months now, the rest of the orchestra rolling their eyes every time you have a fued in front of them. Your conductor decides to place the two of you together to sort it out between you.

Now that you're in an empty classroom together, all lecturers gone for the night, the tension draws thick between you. Your snarl draws his heckles up, his growl causes your skin to ignite with disdain at him.

"What the hell is your problem with me, cellist?" You finally curse at him, acknowledging his presence for the first time in twenty minutes. He halts tuning his pegs and places his broad bow in the case at his feet.

"Could say the same for you, flooty," he spat back, his nose scrunching at you while reaching for his amber rosin.

"I hate you," you snarl at him.

"I hate you," he barked at you in response.

"I hate you first," your body moved against its will, placing your flute carefully within the hard case beside you and stomped towards him.

"I hate you second," he growls in return, the gruff grumble igniting flames in his chest as he casts aside his borrowed cello in its stand.

"What does that even matter?" you question him, cocking your head to the side and furrowing your brows, "I could wring your neck and scream at you for how much I despise you!"

"Would be a better sound than your fucking playing, that's for sure!" he draws himself closer to you, his much taller frame towering over yours.

You see red, reaching up and circling his neck with your hands. You use all your might to shove him down onto the chair he was formerly sat atop and accidentally fall on top of him. Your thighs frame his, your crotch perfectly in line with his.

This small stumble causes you to falter in your fury. Shock writes itself over your face as you notice a soft blush dust the cheeks of your academic rival beneath you. From this new position, you notice the warm hue in his hazel eyes: the tint almost rust-coloured in the pale lighting.

You both glance down to the join of your bodies in synchrony before glancing back up at each other's shocked faces.

It all happens in an instant: clothes cast aside and discarded on the floor, lips gnashing, biting and marking each other beneath your rough oscillations. You're in his lap, facing away from him with his girthy cock plunging deep within your slick cunt with a brutal rapidity.

His left hand circles your throat, causing your head to lull against his left shoulder. His right hand is plunged deep between your legs and pinches, circles and grinds against your clit as he thrusts his cock deep within you.

As his right digits begin tapping your clit in rhythmic patterns, the fingers of his left hand tighten and loosen against your flesh. The stampeding ecstacy draws ever nearer, both of your voices picking up in the corners as his knob bullies and batters your cervix with deep thrusts.

As your abdomen begins to tighten it's woven band of ecstacy, Kid's huffed breath pants out with more intentional rapidity. His thighs shudder beneath you, his body giving into the carnal urge to fuck the attitude and sass out of you with each cruel thrust.

His left hand breaks away from your neck circling in front of your chest and anchoring his body against yours to chase his climax within you. His momentum staggers as you felt his cock twitch within your plush walls.

"I-I-..." Kid stutters through his warning, mewling your name in a panted whine, "...-I'm gonna-... fuck. You feel so fucking good. I'm gon-... -I'm c-cumming."

As he whines through his panted confession, your body immediately was ushered into your bliss alongside his own. Lights danced behind your eyes as your body betrayed your hatred for him and transported your senses to become overwhelmed with bliss.

You cried his name, head lying fully back and at his mercy as he continued to bully his thick cock deep within you. Ribbons of hot, sticky cum shot deep within you, the rippling backsplash causing the translucent fluid to leak from your entrance and pool down your spread legs and onto his thighs.

As you rode through your mutual bliss, Kid offers you an apology for his prior insults.

"I-... -I don't think you're a shit flute-player," he admits, his forehead meeting with the back of your neck, "I actually think you're quite talented."

"You are too," you confess, nuzzling the back of your head against his, "But you're still an asshole."

Notes: I'm not sure if cellist Kid is a vibe or not, but it was my initial thoughts. A little bit of enemies to lovers never hurt. I could also see Law as a cellist, but Kid was screaming at me. I have had a drink, and this was done in about 20 minutes. Apologies for grammar mistakes!

Tag list: @mfreedomstuff

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BAC: SECOND VIEWING NOTES!

Yeah i went again on sunday and really wanted to cry after because it's over forever Q_Q i am inconsolable but for the fact that there may be a halloween party... but uhhhhhhh anyway here's what I noticed this time!!

(also here's the notes from my first time for reference [x])

Ad libs:

Final show energy & lots of ad libs! Which were apparently real unscripted ad libs!! A lot of them were just little things (so I can't recount most of them) but they were very very good. the blorbos became real people for a second there

When Rich is looking for Mountain Dew Red at the party, Jenna appears and says "I have Mountain Dew Blue?" and he explodes at her (possibly "Not now, Jenna!")

When Christine and Jeremy talk together at the party, they're sitting on beanbags; after they get scared off by the skeleton guy, they're laughing and crawling back to their seats - Christine, through laughter: "oh where's the beanbag...."

Changes (?)

VIMH: Rich: "The ladies are gonna get to know the real Richard Goranski... And the dudes." Then he stares into the distance for like 30 seconds (a very long time), making calculating gestures in the air (like the woman with math meme) before going "Oh. My god............... I am totally bi!"

Maybe wrong, but I swear there was a wind part added to the middle of Michael in the Bathroom??? I thought it might be a flute or digital flute..... but as a flautist I might be projecting.....

The Play: Multiple thin green lights flickered down on people as they got squipped, with a cute video game chime sound. But fairly certain this was always there and I just noticed it this time lmao

Smartphone Hour: Background acting on the little platform at the very back of the stage: a scooby-doo esque chase sequence where a firefighter rushes on from SR and disappears SL (implied Jake's house is SL); the fireman reappears with Jake in his arms and runs back SR to safety. Then Jake runs back across to get something from his house and the fireman is trying to stop him. Then Jake runs back out of the house holding a teddy bear he saved from the fire; the fireman is chasing him back out of the house. It was fucking hilarious 10/10 especially because I couldn't be sure if it was a new addition or if I just completely filtered it out last time like a basketball gorilla dslfjdslfk

Also on Jake: between the teddy bear and the Upgrade scene (also detailed by Dani) where he's talking about archery while holding a plush duck - unsure dramaturgically if it's supposed to be a real dead duck or a toy, but anyway.... Jake who likes stuffies??? IDK if I buy it but I don't know enough about Jake to NOT buy it and its also a very fun headcanon I think so it's going on the pile for me. he can collect plushies with jeremy as far as im concerned dsljfsdkfjs

Oh yeah Jeremy also had a big white duck plush on his bed. edit: this is actually a seagull plush! Its name is Katie and it belongs to stage crew member Anya!

More details I saw this time

General

Christine actor was actually amazing she has this giggly honk voice she uses when being like obnoxiously loud and silly and idk how to describe it but such intense LOUD SILLYGIRL ENERGY. A little different than the chris im used to and it was fun to see another version of her!!

Maybe I'm insane but I think Christine also pronounced Jeremy kinda like 2 syllables (Jare - me). This extremely slight difference somehow led to me perceiving her singing "Is he worth it? Germyyyyyyy!" IDK Sorry Jaclyn if you are reading this ldksfjdlsk

Lots of times when Jeremy is talking about becoming cool he does little hip gyrations (think Rich at the urinal i guess but more subtle)

Jeremy does this thing where he holds his hand bent stiff with his fingers all together and taps hard on his right temple to express some kind of frustration with the SQUIP- e.g. when he's trying to get the SQUIP to turn on after the first day; during the end of the Halloween party, etc. Actually it very much has the same conceptual energy as "C'c'c'come on....." now that I think about it

Michael blows a cloud of smoke during a few of his entrances (MTS and maybe Halloween - or that was Dustin maybe)

He also uses a vape pen I think? When he says 'we gotta get stoned in my basement'

Preshow montage

Before the show, there's a montage of screenshots from the teens' lives on the back wall --- that is, their selfies and their text convos. Pretty sure the texts were that gossip submitted by fans? I only remember two:

"i heard that guy who wears hoodies all the time only listens to weezer" <- (I only noticed this one 'cause it KILLED ME honestly I feel like Jeremy would love Weezer and Michael would hate it sdjkfljdsf ) edit: this text was submitted by @/thesquirrelqueer!

I don't remember who was on which side, but Brooke or Chloe sending Chloe or Brooke a big comforting text after her breakup and making plans to go get ice cream I think?

MTS

"Dad haven't you ever heard of privacy?" He says this while putting on his belt after the opening.

Jeremy's actually gesturing towards his locker for like the entire conversation between Brooke, Chloe, Jenna; when they notice him finally it kinda looks like he's just pointing at them and that's part of why they think he's weird I think?

M: "Humanity has stopped evolving!" Jeremy then takes like 20 seconds of looking confused before going (approximately) "is that supposed to be good...?"

"Christiiiiiine Canigula!" Each Christine section he eventually (around 3rd time) starts using this fanboy totally-losing-his-mind-over-this voice which is REALLY hard to describe but i'll try: like lower & less articulate, like how it sounds when you raise your soft palate (?), and going up at the end kind of laugh-like like he's really excited. (For a bmc reference maybe sounds a little like will roland's tone in i even got some blood flowing / with no computer screen around). Anyway i'm not gonna lie it did make him sound really lame jsdlkfjdsf

"Why can't someone just help me out?" As Jeremy sings this bridge it's all dark except for a light on him. Students line up chairs behind him and sit down. At this line, two guys walk forwards on either side and touch his shoulders (looking kind of solemn / sympathetic) , and guide him back to sit in the chair in the middle. Then the lights come up on everyone and more group choreo wheeee

Post-ILPR MTS reprise

Christine: "Sorry, Jeremy, did you say something?" -> after this scene, she runs off giggling loudly, apparently glad to not be interrupted and VERY visibly excited about Jake asking her out

Jeremy sings "I don't wanna be special / Don't even want to survive...." (Instead of usual "Don't even need to survive.") Not sure if it was intentional but it happened at both shows I saw and made me sad both times noooooo........... guy...........

Squip song

Rich actually rubs his hands all over Jeremy's face (in addition to his arms)

"Top secret can't even look it up on the internet type shit": Rich looks to the side and mimes a rectangle (computer screen) then mimes typing where the keyboard would be

2PG

"I don't want that to be my future! Sad, and alone, and ... " - The music cuts out at "sad" instead of at the beginning of this line.

On their relationship in general, I think Michael irritates Jeremy more than fanon typically has it lol. Very excitable Michael who kinda lacks volume control (in several scenes - including VIMH even after Jeremy tells him to be quieter). Constructive interference of autism etc etc

(Again fun to see this!! as a jeremy stan i am definitely guilty of making michael a godlike perfect friend to jeremy and like.. no... they don't actually mesh that well even just in the script!! Often times Jeremy doesn't understand or care about the things Michael says. So yeah absorbing this into my headcanons now thank you)

Also back wall was this like vaporwave looking low-poly 2 person first person shooter game footage (think wolfenstein but with a very different aesthetic - purple and blue, and i think with some objects depicted in mesh).

BMC P1

When Jeremy's spasming on the ground (last time I thought he looked mostly in pain - this time he was vibrating a bit more like he lost muscle control) - local build-a-bear employee Jared Kleinman (JARED KLEINMAN...) and some other people start filming him.

Jared keeps filming him through the scene until SQUIP: "All they see is you having an animated conversation... with yourself." Jeremy turns and notices him; Jared doesn't stop filming but just waves at him nonchalantly (in a mocking way like hey buddy welcome back to reality)

Jared also has a BaB apron and BaB backpack on (or a bear sticking out of his backpack i dont remember). Pretty sure he also had a bear with him in another scene, probably Halloween?

"Lookin pretty sexy, brooke" -- says it in like a low Elvisy voice (like will connolly)

BMC P2

"Everything about you is going to be wonderful" -- Jeremy rolls up his cardigan sleeves so they're just below the elbow. (One of them slipped back down and he put it up again but I didnt think it was intentional lol). I was surprised how much instantly cooler that made him look but maybe that's just because my older brother wears his sleeves like that ljdsfkdsfklsfdlk

......also note that MICHAEL usually wears his sleeves rolled up like that in this production.... inch resting.....

MTS reprise

When the lights first come up, Jeremy is snoring with his head hanging off the side of the bed. He stops breathing for a second, then jerks awake.

GTIKBI

Chris: "I know you and Jake used to date...." Chloe and Brooke simultaneously go "Oh my god, no!!!" --- Chloe to Christine (mockingly), meanwhile Brooke is unrelatedly browsing her phone and says it in distress because she (implied) has just seen that Eminem died. As convo continues, Brooke sits next to another student (Leo Collins?) and shows them the article. (She still says 'yeah jake is so gross' to Chloe, just sounding upset)

Upgrade

I ALREADY SAID THIS BUT JEREMY AND BROOKE WERE SO CUTE TOGETHER JLKSDFLDFSJ. I decided to only watch them during this song (/ _ \) Based on their acting when they walked near the stage stairs, they had climbed to the back of the bleachers and were walking precariously on the outside of the railing - specifically, they went over the stair railings - first Brooke and she teeters a bit and jokingly pretends like she's gonna fall off; Jeremy goes under the rail, comes up on the other side and does a gesture like *tada!*. Then they sit down together and are talking and its just really cute. making me ship puppy love over here jdsifojdslkfdjsflk

Halloween

Michael was at the dance in costume - during a certain point (I think right before Rich starts losing it) Michael gets lost out of the group choreo, seems to be stressed out and runs off stage (presumably to the bathroom)

One of the guys is dressed up like Guy Fieri and it's really good. Like I remember last time I even had a moment where I realized I was interpreting this actor as playing The Real Guy Fieri At Jake's Halloween Party. Also in MITB he uses his hat (which is a combo of visor and fake hair) to knock on the door.

DYWH

Chloe: "...rock this baby fast asleep" then, laughing: "Goo goo ga ga!!" and she kinda topples onto him. The actress said she got this from the West End production!

When Jeremy says "I can't stand up." It was kind of implied it's because he has an erection not because his legs are frozen; right before this line he stands up then sits down and puts a pillow in his lap. Either way though ig it was still the SQUIP stopping him (S: "you're welcome.")

GTIKBI reprise

as Dani pointed out, Christine was sitting kinda numbly on the beanbag with headphones on; she takes them off when Jeremy starts talking to her.

Voices in my Head

Jeremy's wearing an X-Men shirt!

Re: expensive headphones - Michael's rubbing Rich's shoulders (???) when he says "I'm sure someone would be lucky to have you" (and then of course he still says but not meeeee while sending him flying)

"Throw you a rope home slice if you need some dope advice" Jake fist bumps with Jeremy (or equivalent gesture i dont remember)

Stagedorks kiss: after C says yes, they walk to the center of the stage. Jeremy rushes forwards and puts his hands on her cheeks (i think?) to pull her into a kiss. They separate, beat, then Christine goes forwards again and they have a long slow kiss while the ensemble keeps dancing and singing around them.

Not intentional i dont think but Patrick the Jeremy actor was crying a bit at the end /( T_ T \ )

OK YEAH i might add more to this if I remember and/or edit it back into the first post...... but hope that was fun to read????

[girlfriendsofthegalaxy]

ty @shiny-good-rock ten songs on shuffle.

if the spirit moves you pretend i tagged you, i think most of my usual suspects have been tagged already

CIA by New Politics. sort of between pop punk, straight up pop, and that kind of rock specifically crafted to chart in around 2014-ish. extremely energetic show, fun to watch live. i saw them in the shittiest basement venue where they insisted on doing the backflips anyways

Weather the Storm by Pye Corner Audio. no idea where this one’s from. crunchy electronica. may have been a candidate for the “easy data entry listening” playlist but isn’t meandering enough.

Tactics by Japanese Breakfast. i started listening to this outfit bc they were in one of my favorite video games (sable) instead of the normal way everyone else found out about indie darlings Japanese Breakfast. singer-songwriter vibes, overall wistful and nostalgic.

Fish are Jumping. i went to hear one of my favorite flautist grad students perform this, and it must be a tremendous amount of fun to play even though i would not normally sit and listen to a full evening of flute solos.

I’m Gonna Win by Rob Cantor. boy listened to this one a lot going back and forth from umass to mount holyoke in 2018. bratty indie rock. if i made a genderbent version of the current courier six (which is hard to imagine bc like. who the fuck would he be poly with) this would be on his playlist i think.

Barbara Streisand by Duck Sauce. my best friend introduced me to this song in 2012, the year after it dropped, and it is certainly an artifact of its times.

West 64 by Thomas Vent. this is just fun! does what it says on the tin! what if Wild Wild West came out last year instead of the…early aughts? whenever the fuck that movie came out

Kykakacha by Otyken. oh yes this is the indigenous Siberian group that was doing numbers last summer. unhelpful description but unlike any other group i have ever heard

Seven Seas of Rhye by Queen. this is one of my favorite Queen songs and is on my courier six’s official six-song playlist for sheer vibes. partially lyrics but mostly the madcap inexorable vibes.

Rock It On- D.S.Remix by Hideki Naganuma. GOD this soundtrack goes so hard

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These are my thoughts about each performance + the semi in general

Few things first: I talk a lot about not understanding the words, that is not about the singers accent, it’s about how their singing. A lot of the first few acts were crouching, laying down, and that fucks up your voice a lot. A lot of them were also very breathy and they were not opening their mouth to sing, so this is way more about vocal technique.

Second, Eurovision may try to be apolitical but i am not, however Israel and Azerbaijan’s place in my ranking is because I genuinely did not like their songs and their performances.

Love that the postcards show a place in Ukraine and then show a similar place in the singers country.

Norway:

Meh. The only song I heard before the ESC, and the vocals were very bad (she sounded out of breathe most of the time). The outfit was definetly a choice (TM), cause it wasn’t very good looking and it seemed to hinder her movement. The dancers were the best parts

Malta:

Very fun and I liked them showing previous Malta singers! I didn’t understand much of the lyrics besides feel better in my sweater and do you wanna dance but it reminded me a lot of discotheque

Serbia:

My biggest pet peeve is singers laying down so thank good it was over soon. Conceptually, it’s interesting but I also can barely understand what being sung, to the point where I’m not sure if the whole song is in Serbian or English. The singer is very good looking tho

Latvia:

Like the vocals, and the staging. I can understand something finally. Really liked the “beatboxing” and the lights. Also the other members of the band mouthing words along was fun to see. Is it just me or the songs these year are very short?

THE REST OF THE WORLD CAN VOTE THIS YEAR???? HELL YEAH BITCH!

The rapping was unexpected but not welcomed since it was better than i thought.

HOLY SHIT ITS THE MAKING YOUR MIND UP GANG (I don’t remember the name of the group sorry)

I’m gonna go hard on Portugal since they colonized my country

Portugal:

Thank god it’s not fado. Weirdly love her dress. Everytime I hear a Portuguese person I am reminded that although we speak the same language I cannot understand their accent. Bitch I can’t believe I’m gonna say this but… this is the best singer so far. Like even with the accent, I’m understand a lot, her vocals are great (and she’s moving A LOT), it feels different and new, and it was a very fun performance, it made me wanna move.

Ireland:

This outfit is so sparkly Jesus Christ. Even though they look like a 80’s rejected Mamma Mia tribute act, they sound surprised good. Sir, why is your mic so far away from your mouth? The lyrics are corny tho. I wanna steal the pianists jacket.

Croatia:

ROCK EM ROLL BABY! Oh my god I love their outfits. I have no clue what the fuck I’m watching but I love it. Bitch they have to be queer, a straight person can’t come up with shit like this. I weirdly love this song. NOT THEM STRIPPING AND SOME GUY BRINGING ROCKETS?!?!?

Switzerland:

Please don’t sing in French. I beg of you. Love the singers voice. Humf it’s kinda deep and husky in the begging, I love it so much. Also love the piano in the beginning. But also what the hell are these pants. Love the slow down in the middle. And the ending was also pretty good!

I know there’s a whole thing with ESC and how they support Israel, so it might be hypocritical for me to watch the show and do this, but I will not comment on Israel perfomance.

Moldova:

By their hair, I can already tell Moldova’s gonna do something… interesting. Oh my god the guy on the flute caught me by surprise. Anyone who speaks Romanian can tell me if the song talks about scorpions or are the ladies hair just like… a choice? I feel like I’m watching a ritual or something. Also this song makes me want to get up and move my body. Also not the flautist proving the instruments are live cause there were 2 times where his mouth wasn’t blowing the flute.

Also love the hosts black dress with flames, she looks fucking awesome.

The Croatia guys are really serving looks this ESC. Love that for them. Actually, most people looked pretty good in that carpet.

Sweden:

Everybody knows Loreen’s gonna qualify just because she is loreen, and listen I have nothing against her is just that I usually don’t like Sweden’s entries. And I also I’m not the biggest Euphoria fan (it’s a good song it just wasn’t my winner). Also is she indigenous (genuine question)?

Okay this song is pretty good, I just wish she’d get up. The chorus sound fun but I have no clue what the words are tbh. I’m just understanding uh-oh-uh. Also love her outfit.

Oh my god Filomena Cautela is gonna show up!

Azerbaijan:

Not gonna lie I might be biased because of Azerbaijan-Armenia conflict, especially in 2020/2021, but this song is just meh. But also the fact that they entered this contest in 2008 and they have yet to send a song in their language… damn (same critique to Sweden, who hasn’t sent a song in Swedish in so fucking long).

Czechia:

Already love this. Not the biggest fan of the English verses. Love the hair and outfit, and the overall vibe, makes me want to punch a man in the balls. Bora galera mulheres.

Netherlands:

This dude looks likes a esquerdomacho, I’m sorry, I bet he’s great IRL. I already don’t like this song for some reason. I don’t know it feels like those trying too much to have a meaning when it has 0. However, cookie points for calling God she.

Finland:

Not the song being called Cha Cha Cha. Okay this song is very different than what I thought it would be, but I like it. Always trust Finland to bring something different to the table. Not the song completely changing vibes halfway through. What the fuck was this human centered but make it fucking happened? This feels like an acid trip. The dancers smiling is giving me there is no war in Bah Sing Se.

Hold up. You HAVE TO PAY TO VOTE???? EUROPE WHAT THE FUCK???? I was so excited to vote but do I look like I shit gold to pay for this in EUROS???? Fuck off.

ALYOSHA OH MY GOD, YES! I don’t care about the British lady but oh my gosh sweet people girl is back. Lowkey wished the whole song was in Ukrainian and it was just Alyosha. Also the staging of this performance, very powerful.

Also will Ruslana and Jamala show up (I think they probably will I just want to know if it’s in the Semis or the Final).

Does anyone actually care about Rita Ora? Seriously, just bring more previous Ukrainian entries, they were more interesting.

I like how they showed the UK and Ukraine’s history being somewhat interconected in this competition. Also Graham Norton is always a gem.

Awwwn I loved watching the reaction from Ukraine’s commentator from their win last year.

Oh god this god forsaken Irish turkey…

NOT MALTA’S SINGER WITH A WOODY TOY

They really gonna act like Mans was just a host and not a full on winner?

VAMPIRES ARE ALIVE I KNEW THEY WOULD SHOW THEM FOR THIS GAME!

I’m gonna count how many points I get. Okay I got all 3 points so far. I… I’m not proud how much I know.

I don’t why the finish dude has so much autistic swag for me for some reason. Not gonna lie I think the unicorn thing is so ridiculous, I hate it actually. I love malta’s vibe.

Oh god they gonna talk about Rock in eurovision.

Man I love Julia and Hannah. This air guitar thing was fun. Man the Ted Lasso lady is doing great as hosting things this year.

Instead of big five I heard “big fry”

Love Germany already. They look hot. KKKKKKKK THE GERMAN AND THE FRENCH SAYING THEIR KIDS AND THE ITALIAN TALKING ABOUT PLANTS. This Italian dude is a vibe, god.

Y’all the French entry does sound good but it looses me with the “France” belt. Like I already don’t like French or France in general, and they do this, c’mon.

Oh my god this German dude I love him. Y’all I already love the German entry. Fuck I’m gonna root for them. I mean the song is called blood and glitter, they already won for me. Also his makeup is stellar.

Oh my god I knew I knew Marco from somewhere, he was the 2013 entry. Italy always brings a song that makes me love them all over again. His vocals are beautiful, although the outfit is not the greatest. Yes I will sleep more Marco, don’t worry.

Okay my ranking (this was harder than I thought because most songs were not good):

Portugal

Croatia

Czechia

Finland

Switzerland

Sweden

Moldova

Malta

Latvia

Serbia

Norway

Ireland

Israel

Azerbaijan

Netherlands

Israel, Serbia and Norway qualifying are beyond me but I’m happy with the rest, just wished Malta qualified.

[liyuesbian]

mondstadt characters and what instruments i think they'd play

part one of my genshin characters and what instruments i think they'd play series! part two / part three

notes: holy fuck mondstadt has a lot of characters. the 2.1 livestream has ignited my creative juices LOLOL this is also a modern!au and a crack fic kind of thing. bit of background, i'm cellist (tho i haven't played in like a year now,,, growing up things haha) and i used to play in a youth orchestra so i'm just going off of stereotypes of musicians :p

albedo

definitely plays the violin, you can't convince me otherwise

i bet he's never gone lower than first chair

has a superiority complex

keeps up with practice, hates it when people play out of tune/out of time/when other people play full stop

literally the perfect student

amber

recorder player

nobody believes her when she says she plays the recorder because she enjoyed it in year 3 (grade 2, i'm pretty sure, for you americans)

massive recorder nerd—don't ask her about her instrument or else she will pull a mary poppins and do a show-and-tell of every type of recorder she has, its purpose, retail price, the exact day of the exact hour of the exact minute she bought it, so on and so forth...

barbara

certified vocalist

sings in a church choir

has the voice of an angel so when our lord and saviour, jesus christ, rises again, he'll think he's still in heaven

a/n: christians, dont come for me im joking

bennett

yes he plays the triangle

can't play anthing else for shit

no, he's not a percussionist, he only plays the triangle

still likes to practice though (even if his part is only one note)

diluc

don't be fooled non-musicians, that's a viola in his hands not a violin LMAO

constantly bullied by kaeya for playing the godforsaken instrument (it's a musician thing - violas aren't as popular as violins)

tries to pretend he doesn't give a fuck but he always ends up caving and arguing back

diona

piccolo

only went through with playing the instrument to annoy other people

"who needs range when i have...... thehighestfuckingmusicalnotetoeverexist"

the note could be out of the human hearing threshold and still be out of tune

"you're new here, you wanna hear my—" "NO"

eula

guitarist

after gigs with the band, everyone thinks she's off to bang girls but she's actually gone to feed the cat at home

sticks up for her poor buddy diluc only to be hit with the "ew are those frets?" and "where's your sheet music?"

no matter, she will seek her vengeance

fischl

trombone player

super edgy and cool for being the only female trombone player in her section

has to deal with "tromboner" jokes and other dirty jokes but pretends not to hear them "for i, fischl, the prinzessin derverureggrgsf do not speak the vernacular of lowly mortals"

jean

plays the french horn

really friendly, hangs out with other french horns

the leader of the horn cult mum of the group

the person everyone goes to for help or to practice with

kaeya

would 100% play the saxophone

he knows careless whisper like the back of his hand

calls his saxophone the "bendy sex whistle™"

never practices his part and just wings it in rehearsal like a boss

klee

there's this famous piece called 1812 overture by tchaikovsky which contains cannons.....

need i say more?

lisa

flautist

elegant mfer, probably was marie antoinette in her past life

can think of 20 ways to commit homicide with her flute and not even a single strand of hair would fall out of place

will give you a pretty smile after the crime too

mona

clarinet player

is willing to kill the whole section just to get first chair

says her skills are because of natural talent but she actually practices really hard at home

one time, kaeya jokingly replaced her sheet music to one for never gonna give you up and she accidentally rick rolled everyone

noelle

tuba

the only tuba player who comes to rehearsal to actually learn something

has to control herself when the tuba next to her offers her a snack from inside their case

usually the one in her section who has to plan practice sessions because everyone else is just terrible

razor

percussionist

is somehow super skilled

his basic numeracy skills are out the window and he probably hasn't learned how to read sheet music but somehow still manages to secure his entrance

rosaria

joins the orchestra thinking she could learn the bass guitar

is instead roped into playing the double bass by kaeya and venti

has the arms of a bodybuilder after always carrying that absolute monster of an instrument

not like she didn't have them already methinks

sucrose

is also a flautist

she's the other flute stereotype:

quiet, reserved, a nerd

so cute and wholesome, too good for this world, must be protected at all times

venti

is a harpist

could play a simple gliss and the whole room would clap and give a standing ovation

has 1418973492 bars of rest until the next note, hence why he usually falls asleep during movements and misses his entrance but would never even think of admitting to his mistake

[stuckysdaughter]

What Once Was Lost

Harry Hart (Kingsman: The Secret Service)/Fem!Reader

Requested by: anon

Summary: You were shot by Valentine, taking the bullet meant for Harry. They presumed you dead, until they found you back in the States with the Statesman Agents. Can he bring back your memories and help you once more recognize the loved ones in front of you?

TW: amnesia, guns, mentions of blood, a smidgen of language

"But this isn't that kind of movie," Valentine was saying to your husband.

"No, it isn't."

And not too soon after that, Valentine's gun was aimed and ready, right toward Harry. You knew in that moment that he was going to be shot. No. You couldn't let that happen. Not on your watch. So when the shot was fired, it wasn't Kingsman agent Harry Hart it hit. It was you, Agent Guinevere, Y/F/N Hart it hit instead, right in the chest. You briefly heard a shout, someone yelling your name, before everything went black.

The first thing you remember was waking up in a small room. You didn't recognize this room, but to be honest, you didn't recognize much. Not even a name to call your own. You hoped your clothes would provide a hint as to who you were, or even where you could be. You looked down, but you only saw a black dress that went to the floor. No clues there.

After a few minutes of sitting on the bed, trying to remember something, anything, the only thing you came up with was music. Yes, that's it. You were a musician, a flautist to be exact. This had to be your small studio apartment, and you were on your way to the concert tonight. That was it. But where was your flute and music?

A young woman with dark skin and hair walked in the room. She was wearing glasses, and oddly enough had on a white lab coat.

Something's wrong with this picture.

"Y/N, you're awake! How do you feel?"

"Uh, fine? I was just asleep, nothing to worry about. But, um..." You trailed off.

You really wanted to ask the millions of questions swirling around your brain, but maybe this woman would think you're crazy. Tonight's concert is a big deal, it would make or break your career.

"Where's my flute? And my music, did I leave that lying around somewhere?"

The woman had a look of brief shock, before she collected her features and replied, "I think I saw them out in the living room, let me go get them."

What you didn't see was that once she left the room, she entered a huge lab. Ginger wrote down what she noticed on a clipboard, noting that you thought you were an orchestral flautist. She didn't know where she'd find a flute and music, but maybe the Statesmen had connections in that department. She looked at you through the two-way mirror. In reality, you were in a white padded room, wearing a short white sundress. When they found you, you were a mess, covered in blood.

Today was the first day you gained consciousness, and Ginger was dismayed to learn she was right. You had no memory of anything other than this supposed dream you were living, and it didn't look like you would regain them any time soon, if at all. She just wished she knew of someone to contact. Family, friends, a spouse, someone that could vouch for who you are. If she only knew they were mourning her back in England, not knowing she was alive in America.

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Eggsy, Harry, and Merlin were finishing up the tour of the Statesman headquarters. They were taken into the lab, and thoroughly interrogated by Tequila. They were shown what was behind the clearing glass, and the first thing they all noticed was you, holding a flute, studying the sheet music in front of you.

"Oh. My. God." This was all Eggsy could get out at the moment. Merlin just stood there in stunned silence, not sure how any of this was happening.

"Y/N" Harry murmured. His world was shaking to its core. You were the love of his life, and he thought you died in his arms. But here you were, unaware that your husband was on the other side of the glass.

"You three know her? It took us forever to get a name out of her, and we weren't even sure it was her real one." Ginger was shocked. It had been months with no sign of anyone who'd recognize her.

"Her name is Y/F/N Hart, otherwise known as Agent Guinevere of the Kingsman Agents. She's one of our best agents. Y/N's my wife... and we thought her to be dead," Harry's words were rushing now, he really wanted the formalities to be over so he could hold his wife in his arms again.

Ginger looked at him with pity. "Agent Galahad, I'm sorry to say, she has virtually no memory. She thinks she's a flautist for the New York Phil living in a studio apartment. If you go in there, who knows what would happen to her mental state. Or yours. She won't recognize you, any of you." She looked at the group, took a deep breath, and finished her thoughts. "I think it would be in her best interest if you left her alone here, with us. She's been making some good progress, but she will never gain more memory than this. It's too dangerous for Y/N to be exposed to so much all at once. I'm so sorry. I'm only thinking of her."

The group stood in silence, weighed down by Ginger's words. None of them wanted to accept that even though you were alive and mostly well behind that door they would never see you again. Somehow this was worse than before, knowing you were there within reach, yet still so far away. Harry couldn't take the waiting any more. Fuck that, he was going to get his wife and bring her home again.

He took long strides until he could walk through the door. This was it. The moment that would decide everything moving forward. He braced himself for the worst, and turned the knob.

"Y/N, it's me. I'm here to take you home."

You just looked at him in confusion. "I'm sorry, I don't know you. And I am home. I think you have me mistaken for someone else."

Harry took the flute from you, and placed it on the case on the floor. He gently held your hands, and walked you over to the bed in the corner, sitting you both down.

"I know you don't remember me," he said softly, much like when he would talk to you in the softer moments you shared. "But I remember you. Will you let me share some of it with you?"

You thought for a moment. You didn't know this man, but something about him was familiar. You couldn't place where you had seen him before. Oh, what the hell.

"If you say that you know me, then you do. I want to hear what you have to say. Where are you going to start?"

Harry smiled, and let out a breath of relief he didn't know he was holding in. Maybe he could bring you back. "I'll start from the beginning."

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It wasn't an easy time for either of you. But with each story Harry told, you got more and more small flashes of something. Your life with him, you knew, but nothing to break the floodgates. Eggsy and Merlin each contributed a small thing, but nothing yet. Harry had one last story to tell, and he really hoped that it would do the trick.

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You two were sitting on the couch together, one arm around your shoulders and the other holding yours, slowly rubbing your thumb. You were tucked into his chest, the both of you with small, soft smiles on your faces. There was a comfortable silence between you, but you broke the silence.

"Harry, my love, I have something to tell you."

He shifted so he could look you in the eye, and moved his arm from your shoulders to your back.

"You know you can tell me anything, darling. What's on your mind?"

"I... I want to have a baby."

Harry shifted his gaze, looking down for a moment. A baby. Was he ready for that? Goodness knows that his job was too dangerous, and so was yours. But... when he thought of raising a child with you, having a small version of either of you running around, the happiness he got won out. He finally met your worried face, and gave you the biggest smile he could muster.

"I do too, Y/N. I do too."

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When Harry finished recounting one of the happiest days of his life, he took one more glance at you. Your gaze was cast at the floor, and for you, there was a rush. All of your life came back to you in one moment, and there it all was. You knew the man in front of you. The wonderful man who didn't give up when all hope was lost. Your amazing husband of a year and a half. You locked eyes, and smiled.

"I was so happy you said yes. My heart had never beat so hard and so fast in my life. And that's after telling you that I loved you the first time and jumped out of a plane."

Harry's brain couldn't catch up fast enough. You were back, for real. At last. He beamed, and gave you the biggest hug he could. When you both pulled away from the embrace, he moved his hands to the sides of your face and pulled you into a kiss. This was gentle, like he was being careful not to break you, but full of the passion that comes from being apart. The kisses grew more forceful, but you were interrupted by your friends entering the room.

You turned to look at them, and smiled once more.

"Merlin. Eggsy."

You met them in the middle, and gave each a hug.

"Wait a second. Before we go off to save the world one more time, I just remembered something. Well, a lot of somethings, but you know what I mean. First things first, where's my wedding ring and can I please put it back on?"

Ginger had it in a safe place, and brought it back for you. Harry slipped it back on your finger, just like that wonderful day you got married.

"Ok, one more thing." You looked at Harry again. "Remember how we said we wanted to have a baby?"

The look in his eyes told you he knew what that meant, and in that moment he knew that no matter what else the world decided to throw his way, everything would be just fine. After all, he had his friends by his side, his beautiful wife, and now a baby on the way.

He couldn't be happier his entire life.

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THE END

Author's Notes: Another request done! I really enjoyed writing this one, and I hope y'all loved reading it, too. This definitely follows none of the movie (either of them), but I tried my best. For those of you that are wondering, I play flute, that’s my major in college. I needed something that I would do, and that’s quite the lofty goal and perfect for another life. Thank you to the anon that sent in the request, I hope I did it justice. Requests are open, so if anyone has something please send it in. As always, please reblog and comment if you liked the fic!! I love you lovely people so much! - Butterfly

[tanoraqui]

Grave dirt baby... 🥺✨

me, procrastinating my actual fic? no... GRAVE DIRT BABY A-YUAN

HEY TUMBLR FUCKED UP ALL MY BULLET POINTS ON THIS THE SECOND I HIT POST BUT IT’S 4AM SO I’M LEAVING IT UP ANYWAY. STUPID GODDAMN WEBSITE.

Wei Wuxian has been in the Burial Mounds for like 2.5 months out of what he doesn’t yet know will be about 3. He’s not even sure he’s going to survive yet. But he has managed to manifest an evil sword - the evil sword - out of the aether/ambient resentful energy/an attunement set with an unwise touch in the belly of an evil turtle

and he does know that he’s not going to survive if he doesn’t get the power of the Burial Mounds under some sort of control

so he cuts his arm and with blood running down the blade, draws something adjacent to the first demon-summoning flag but as an array in the dirt. He stands in the middle and - keep in mind that he more or less hasn’t slept in 2.5 months - plunges the sword into the center, still coated in his blood, and draws in all the resentful energy of the Burial Mounds

was it supposed to go into the sword? Into himself? Into just the single 4ft diameter array area, a column of bound death? who knows, not Wei Wuxian! it’s pure gut instinct

u know what else works on gut instinct, thought? Fairy tales.

And in a fairy tale, why, clay of the earth plus iron enough for a blade plus still-warm blood to show the way...

There’s an implosion and Wei Wuxian is standing - somehow still standing - in a small crater where the array used to be, and his evil sword is plunged into the belly of a baby

He yanks it out in horrified reflex, and realizes a moment later that the baby seems unfazed by this. If there was even a wound, it closes before his eyes, and the glimpse he had showed something more bloody clay than flesh beneath the skin

the iron sword crumbles as he pulls it away, as though rusted a thousand years. the baby turns its head from the iron shavings that falls on it, but then reaches up for Wei Wuxian with a cheerfully demanding cry

he picks it up, of course. (he’d think he was hallucinating if he wasn’t absolutely and utterly aware that he’s not)

it is, as far as he can tell, with physical and spiritual resentful inspection, an absolutely normal baby

oh, except when he looks really closely. Then he can sense the neutron star–dense knot of resentful energy where a golden core might (but will definitely not have room to) form. Also, it can command the dead, and when he holds it, so can he. He’s not sure if it’s a proximity-based power share or if he’s passing his desires through the baby, but even Wei Wuxian, at about 3 months with no food save the rage of the dead and no rest save the promise of final release, has to stop investigating at some point. He has things to do!

specifically, he has Wens to kill

so instead of the iconic shot of the dark flautist in the moonlight, we get the dark, uh...man singing a very spooky lullaby to his baby in the moonlight. It is still deeply creepy. It’s a making-it-up-as-he-goes tune based on a Yunmengi lullaby that he certainly learned from neither of his foster parents, and the lyrics are along the lines of, “let them remember what they did, sweet little potato, let them remember why they’re dying”

yeah he’s been calling this child “Little Potato” for 2 weeks 

why

is that not how you name a child

sometimes when he’s more annoyed at it, he calls it “Little Radish”, or even less appetizing root vegetables

by the time he walks in, the baby is asleep in his arms and he’s not singing anymore, just letting the dead do his will. This is what Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangji see. The subsequent conversation, Wen Chao and Wen Zhuliu at their feet, goes like this:

LWJ: Wei Ying. You have a baby.

WWX: Oh, uh...

PLAY DUMB!

WWX: What baby?

NOT THAT DUMB!

WWX: Oh, this baby! Haha yeah. I...found it.

JC: What the fuck

WWX: Yeah, weird, right? Right near the, uh...

LWJ: They said you were in the Burial Mounds

WWX: Yyyyup. Yes that is. I found this baby by the side of the road after I walked out of the Burial Mounds.

JC, briefly too morbidly fascinated to think about either the demonic cultivation they just watched or the fact that he wants to hug his brother like he’s never wanted to hug another being in his life: What did you name it?

WWX: ....

JC, desire to hug intensifying together with exasperation: oh my god

Sometime in the next couple days - after sleeping a bit, maybe - it occurs to Wei Wuxian that his raw instincts were right and things will go very badly for little A-Yuan (his siblings insisted he name it) if anyone finds out that he’s a not-yet-walking, not-yet-talking little neuron star of resentful energy. So he takes the iron shavings that are all that remain of the Stygian Turtle Sword and forges them into a Tiger-shaped Seal. He also carves a bamboo flute, like he’d been thinking about before the whole...baby thing. He loudly proclaims both to be dark and terrible weapons

(it really is helpful. The sword was...kind of A-Yuan’s other parent, after all, in addition to their third partner, the Burial Mounds. Chenqing gives him finer control of whatever stray resentful energy he chooses to pick up, and the Stygian Seal lets him channel A-Yuan’s power at need, even when not touching him. Which is good - a battlefield is no place for a baby)

even if that baby thinks ghosts and ghouls exist to pick him up and rock him or toss him around (babies like to be tossed)

Wei Wuxian puts so many goddamn spirit-repelling charms on that child, and lets it be marked down to the paranoia of a survivor

using whatever resentful energy he picks up is generally more effective, actually. Less strong, but it quickly becomes clear that the way this works does, in fact, involve Wei Wuxian communicating his desires through A-Yuan, or at least A-Yuan has to put up with the loan of power. There’s nothing quite like abruptly losing control of a field of corpses because the baby got abruptly uncooperative with anything that wasn’t barfing

the baby does eat, for the record. As far as Wei Wuxian can tell, he doesn’t actually need to, but once WWX fed him once, when they first left the Mounds, he wanted it all the time

he still takes A-Yuan with him when he can. That is the paranoia of a survivor. A-Yuan is...

“A battlefield is no place for a baby, A-Xian,” Jiang Yanli says gently, as he sets out from Carp Tower after another stolen visit, another failed attempt to convince Jin Guangshan off his ass. “And you are...so busy. LanlingJin takes in orphans, you know...”

“A-Yuan...he’s my blood,” Wei Wuxian says quietly. He’s never been good at lying to his shijie

Whatwherewhenhowwho, he’d see on her face if he was looking at it. But he isn’t. It’s not shame, though, she can see (it really never is, with Wei Wuxian). Fear of disappointing her, slight resignation...but mostly acceptance. Determination. Something almost like contentment.

(When Jiang Cheng and Lan Wangj first took him back to whatever resembled a base camp - somewhere in Qinghe, probably, or maybe Lanling - he had to let a trained healer look at A-Yuan, physical and spiritual examination, and he held his breath and calculated how many people he’d have to kill to get out of here, how fast he’d have to move to not hurt his brother or any particular friends; thought, oh, he’s mine, in a way he hadn’t before - as a child, a son, not just a very strange weapon - 

“He’s quite healthy,” said the doctor, mildly surprised, bouncing A-Yuan on one knee. A-Yuan gurgled happily. “About three months old?”

the longer Wei Wuxian took to answer, the more disapproving her stare got. But that did make sense)

Then all else can be dealt with later. “You should still leave him here,” Jiang Yanli says firmly. “You need to look after yourself and A-Cheng out there. I can look after A-Yuan.”

It takes a bit under two years to win back the lost and burnt territories, scour the Wens out of every crevice, corner Wen Ruohan in his precious Nightless City and bring it tumbling down. Nobody will know the timing but A-Yuan sleeps through the final battle, smiling at dreams that would make a grown man weep in horror. Somewhere, his father is playing a lullaby

About a week later, Jiang Cheng stalks into Wei Wuxian’s bedroom, which he shares with A-Yuan. One of the first rooms rebuilt in the new Lotus Pier. A-Yuan is there, too, playing with blocks while Wei Wuxian idly drafts talismans

“A-jie said the kid is yours,” he says, crossed arms. “Like, yours-yours. When the fuck did you do that?”

(Wei Wuxian has thought about this, by now; gone over the pros and cons of every possibility, the politics and potentials and maybe even the giddy possibility of telling something like the truth)

(the guiding principle is: he has no interest in drawing on the “Stygian Tiger Seal” ever again. The Sunshot Campaign is over. His loved ones are safe, and he sees no reason why they shouldn’t all live long, happy, normal lives)

(also/though, he will burn Jin Sect, Carp Tower, and all of Lanling to the ground before the new Chief Cultivator should touch his son)

“In Caiyi,” he lies. “Right before I got kicked out. I, uh, snuck out a lot more often than you noticed.”

His brother squints at him suspiciously. But Wei Wuxian can also watch him do the math in his head and reluctantly admit that it works.

“So are you claiming him or what?” he challenges. “’Wei Yuan’? You have a courtesy name - wait, no, you are not naming that kid again. You’re going to make his courtesy name be Carrothead or something.” 

“Should I let you pick it, oh wise and noble shidi - no, shushu?!” Wei Wuxian teases, as A-Yuan gets tired of his blocks and starts climbing up him like a jungle gym

Jiang Cheng sighs like the north wind - gusting long and hard, with just the faintest chill to suggest that the skies will be weeping, soon

But...

Despite some evidence to the contrary, Wei Wuxian is generally fully aware of when he’s about to cross a line that cannot be backtracked over. So he meets Wen Qing in the city, and before going to Lanling, he nips into Lotus Pier and picks up A-Yuan

He might leave A-Yuan with Wen Qing in the city when he goes to Glamour Hall, but Qiongqi Pass happens with a toddler watching silently from Wei Wuxian’s hip. Does Wei Wuxian tell him to look away, bury his face in baba’s shirt, or does he not bother, knowing the sort of song that makes up A-Yuan’s sweet dreams?

The Wens become the second through 51st or so people who learn what A-Yuan is. Wei Wuxian briefly considers trying to hide it, but, honestly, there are dead things everywhere on the Burial Mounds, and despite his genuine efforts, he cannot convince A-Yuan that a fierce corpse is anything but the ideal patty-cake companion. (They’ll play with him for hours! It’s a two-nearly-three-year-old’s dream!)

(he doesn’t want to convince him, not really. The last thing he wants to do ever is give A-Yuan anything to be scared of)

nor could he possibly wish that A-Yuan not be...obviously hale and hearty, running rosy-cheeked and strong around these hills of death that slowly seep the energy from any humans, animals, or even sturdy root crops

“So, uh, this is actually my demon baby,” said Wei Wuxian as they all settled in

“this day has been so weird already, this might as well goddamn happen”, said the Wens collectively

“You created a living child out of dead earth, so I’m going to take that as a yes that you can bring my brother back,” said Wen Qing specifically

“...fuck. I mean, yes. I mean - fuck,” said Wei Wuxian. “I- of course I will.”

(it doesn’t work like that, though)

The 52nd person to find out what A-Yuan is is Lan Wangji. Wei Wuxian very much does not tell him. They have a pleasant toy-shopping trip and lunch in town, and then the alarm talisman goes off and Wei Wuxian grabs A-Yuan and Lan Wangji tugs them both onto Bichen and when they arrive, Wen Ning is roaring. Lan Wangji knows what’s important; he takes A-Yuan so Wei Wuxian’s hands are free and he doesn’t have to worry about his son

except Wen Ning, black-eyed with rage, throws Wei Wuxian into a tree hard enough to crack a rib, and even as Lan Wangji raises Bichen, A-Yuan shouts,

“Uncle Ning, stop!”

and Wen Ning stops

(as a rule, Wei Wuxian can’t take over with himself and Chenqing anything A-Yuan is controlling, unless A-Yuan lets him, and vice versa. To eliminate variables, Wei Wuxian had made sure that any reins on Wen Ning were his (Wei Wuxian’s) alone. But in that moment, before Wen Ning came fully back to himself, his reins were swinging free - and they were back within the bounds of the Burial Mounds, where A-Yuan was always strong)

and Lan Wangji puts several pieces together at once and prays to every single god in heaven and every ancestor he’s disappointing right now that this was a miracle of love and a very cute child piercing through a fierce corpse’s mindless rampage. That he simply...hallucinated the burst of resentful energy he just felt from the child in his arms

but he’s absolutely, utterly aware that he didn’t

Wei Wuxian explains, stilted and awkward at the bottom of the hill. Challenging and terrified. Holding on to A-Yuan. 

Lan Wangji promises to keep the secret. 

Wei Wuxian takes Hanguang-jun’s word

Remember, oh, remember, that Wei Wuxian walks A-Yuan back up the hill until A-Yuan gets tired and Wei Wuxian picks him up, on their one-and-a-half–man plank bridge through the dark. Remember remember remember that before he can finish speaking that line, there is light - the clearing is lit with lanterns and secret-keepers 2 through 51, and I suppose 53 now that Wen Ning is awake, are waiting with dinner and warmth and welcome. Reader, remember this.

But then...

Aunt Qing and Uncle Ning had gone, and then, with a terrible expression on his face, so had A-Yuan’s baba. Now his baba’s anger and sadness is so strong that the weight of it makes A-Yuan cry from hundreds of miles away, and he curls into Granny’s arms and sends his baba everything he can. Will everything be okay, then? Will everyone come home; will they be able to smile again?

(oh, A-Yuan...)

(No.)

A-Yuan - Wei Yuan, Little Potato (when he’s good for baba or bad for Aunt Qing) or Little Radish (inverse); one day to be Lan Yuan, Lan Sizhui - was born in the good old fairy tale way of earth and iron and blood. It’s a hard thing for any child to lose even a single parent - in one day, in one minute, A-Yuan loses two of three, as the father of his blood burns away in hand the last shreds of Stygian iron, and promptly loses control of his own resentful energy

(the Tiger Seal does nothing like explode, in this world. It was never more than a prop - but a vital one. the benefit of proving it destroyed would be worth the loss of a parent, if only a second didn’t follow on its heels)

A-Yuan has been a dead thing (or close enough) come to life all his life, and both dead and living have been his friends and family. But he’s never felt the transition the other way: from life to death

It’s no wonder, really, that he can’t remember it afterward. No wonder that even on the land that was the last part of him, he was feverish and barely conscious when Lan Wangji stumbled, bleeding, off of Bichen, and took in his arms. No wonder that he remembered very little at all, including the dead. 

But he would be okay. Under physical and spiritual inspection, he’s a perfectly normal boy. He may not be able to form a golden core (there's something in the way), but there are...workarounds. He’ll grow up in one of the most heavily spiritually warded enclaves in the world, safe and loved as he relearns (mostly in secret) what he can do

(For the sake of this story, and A-Yuan’s survival as something close to canon, let’s say there are some truly dark things in the forbidden section of the Lan Library, that could only be used for nefarious purposes - though, I suppose we already knew that. Let’s say there are talismans that will disguise the very nature of qi, so resentful energy may appear spiritual. Let’s say, Lan Xichen becomes the 53rd to know the truth, because his brother needs help - and it’s Wei Wuxian’s child, okay? It’s just Wei Wuxian’s child, quiet and unsure rather than laughing as he always was. If you were in the inner circle of leaders of the Sunshot Campaign, you have absolutely met this child, probably held him and bounced him on one knee)

(What keeps Lan Xichen up at night isn’t the concealing amulet he helped his brother make, which Lan Yuan wears at all times around his neck. It’s the silence he keeps every time he meets Jiang Wanyin’s eyes over a diplomatic table. If anyone had the right to know Wei Yuan survived... But Sandu Sengshou killed Wei Wuxian, everyone knows that, and now he hunts demonic cultivators - what might his pride drive him to do to his nephew, if he ever learned the truth? (Selfishly, Lan Xichen know that if Lan Wangji lost A-Yuan, even just to living at Lotus Pier, Lan Xichen might lose his brother. That fear ebbs with time passing, but the the longer he hasn’t spoken, the worse it would be to do so...))

They don’t restrict Lan Yuan to the Cloud Recesses, no more than any other novice. For memory of their mother, neither of them could bear that. Jiang Cheng does eventually see him at a conference, and stops dead. Years have passed, but that is an entire goddamn nephew, right there. But - how? No, it can’t be. That’s...everyone knows Lan Wangji hated Wei Wuxian. It’s just...and someone would have told him. The Lans value propriety above all, after all.

Anything that can be done with spiritual cultivation can be done with demonic cultivation, save heal. Lan Sizhui makes up for it with an encyclopedic knowledge of undead and monsters, and a prodigal talent for Inquiry

On their first night hunt, the young juniors face ghosts. Unfortunately, this is when Lan Jingyi learns that he’s terrified of ghosts. He’s hiding behind Lan Sizhui and panic is contagious, and the senior accompanying them is in a different room of the abandoned house, and Lan Sizhui forgets that he’s holding a sword and just shouts, “Stop! Go away!” 

the ghost, of course, obeys

Lan Jingyi peeks out form behind him. “Did- did you do that?”

“I don’t know,” Lan Sizhui admits (except that he’s absolutely sure he did)

There’s another flicker of movement, just the wind blowing ashes but Jingyi whips around with wild eyes. “Can you do it again?”

[friendship. my point is, he’s a demon baby but he has family and friends who love and accept him.]

And one day, some absolute fucking morons are going to bring him back home, where he can never be anything but strong, and threaten his friends and family? And the threat is an army of his old playmates, commanded by an attempt at recreating some combination of Chenqing and the Tiger Seal? He couldn’t manage it in Yi City, but now A-Yuan, Wei Yuan, Lan Sizhui stands on earth that has never stopped being part of him, or maybe he’s never stopped being part of it. If he closed his eyes he could feel every foot on it, living and restless dead. And they’re threatening his baba - who he remembers, as the earth remembers its old partner, even though the blood is changed - and his father Hanguang-jun, and his extended family and friends?

No.

[amedetoiles]

give me a character meme! wwx please!!

[All gifs made by me. No stealing or reposting, thank you. ♥︎]

★ How I feel about this character

I love wwx so much and he deserves so much!!! My feelings for him can be summed up by my first ever meta in this fandom, this half-crack half-shitpost, and the many many meta tears scattered across all the tags on my page that various people have yelled at me for. I love him. I love him, I love him, I love him. No character has wrecked me as much as this stupid chaotic ass, who is so inherently good and selfishly selfless it fucking hurts. Yet, for all the love and care he gives freely to everyone else, he can’t for the life of him compute any that others have given to him. He tries so hard to be good, to make the right choices even in impossible, horrendous circumstances, and it’s excruciatingly painful watching him realize again and again that even good choices paved with good intentions can cause destruction. He suffers so much because of it. He suffers before we even really meet him. @cangse-sanren​ wrote “Your parents were bright smears of color and laughter to you, but little more” in this beautiful fic, and I still weep about it daily.

I love how immensely protective he is of both his siblings. He just tries so goddamn hard to be what everyone needs. I could and have and will continue to cry about him every day. How his pathological tendency to repress all things that hurt him, to cover up his pain in humor and obnoxiousness and bravado, and his internalized belief that he is worth much less than everyone else, all converged into the most awful way possible. How despite losing his sect, his siblings, his friends, he was still trying up until the very end. God, what a fantastically complex fucking character. To watch him bloom again after that deluge of rage and grief and insanity 13/16 years later was the most satisfying journey anyone could possibly depict. To know that he has the chance to heal, to recover, to grow with all the different parts of his family he once thought lost forever now back in his reach (yes! even our angry grape!!). Truly amazing.

★ All the people I ship romantically with this character

WangXian!!!! These kids who came out of endless tragedy and trauma to find a love, a trust in each other–theirs is a love story that truly extends across space and time. It warms my heart to watch them rebuild their lives together into something warmer, and brighter, and happier than either of them ever grew up knowing. To watch them shed the psychological trauma on what it means to love and be loved given to them by their terrible parental figures and say, “No. We’re going to be better than that.” I love how they complement one another. How loudly and quietly they love each other. How in the warm security of each other’s embrace, they are each able to work through their own internalized traumas without judgement. Lan Wangji’s uncompromising devotion. Wei Wuxian’s fierce protectiveness. It’s hard to say who else could fit together so perfectly. What a joy it is to watch Wei Wuxian realize that he is no longer alone, that Lan Wangji is and will always be standing beside him. What a joy it is to watch Lan Wangji realize that this is not the dream he’s spent years suffering through, that Wei Ying has returned to him against all odds. What a fucking joy it is to watch them both learn to trust happiness, to trust love, to trust each other. GOD. *wails*

★ My non-romantic OTP for this character

YUNMENG SHUANGJIE. YUNMENG SIBS. YILING SIBS. A-YUAN AND HIS TWO DADS. All the different found families that permeated the story was just breathtakingly beautiful. They all fucking gutted me. It all at once makes Wei Wuxian’s story that much more beautiful and that much more tragic. For a child who lost his parents before he even had time to remember them, who then had to rebuild his family again and again, only to lose them each time in increasingly horrifying ways–it truly fucked me up. Wei Wuxian stood on that cliff in Nightless City, and it was visibly clear that he wanted nothing more than to join all the families he loved and watched die (because of him).

The beauty of his story of course is that for all the tragedy that he is subsumed by, for all the ways that he is wronged and has wronged, there are equal, if not more, number of ways that he is lifted, is healed, is shone a light through all the darkness. In the end, his families return to him. Wen Ning, who lived despite it all, carrying the memory of his sister, the best doctor in the world. His shijie shining through his bratty nephew’s heart of gold. His very own A-Yuan, kept safe and protected all these years by his soulmate, his zhiji. His angry grape of a little brother who can’t say I forgive you but tosses him Chenqing that he’s kept safe all these years and says I trust you. They’re all a little broken, a little worse for wear, but there’s something extraordinarily beautiful about these families who find each other again through the bridges they rebuild towards something better.

★ My unpopular opinion about this character

Oh man, I’ve seen a lot of debate about wwx that I try not to get into (I type this of course as I ready myself to do exactly that). Probably the most unpopular opinion (possibly?) I have is that I don’t personally feel like the addition of a second flautist and expanding Jin Guangyao’s villain-ry in CQL detracted or reduced Wei Wuxian’s complex morality–one of my favorite and best parts to his character. I still think he is very gray. His tragedy is still contingent on his naive idealism and his willful blindness that a person only needs to be righteous and honorable regardless of reputation and politics. This clearly isn’t the case. Not just for him, but for all the characters. You can do everything right and still be punished. You can do everything right and still cause others pain. You can be the most hypocritical, loudmouthed piece of judgmental shit and still remain unpunished and available to share your stupid ass ignorant opinions on matters that have nothing to do with you. (Whoops that got away from me.) Wei Wuxian learns this repeatedly. It’s excellent and heartbreaking.

The thing about Wei Wuxian is that for all that he has imposter syndrome, for all that he is unable to see that he is a person worthy of the love he receives, he is still not only extremely confident in his own abilities and in his beliefs of what is right and what is wrong, but also that he is the person who can decide that line between justice and evil. An arrogant assumption, and one that causes not only him but the people he strives to protect a significant amount of pain. This wasn’t lost in CQL. While the plot technically does absolve him of all of his crimes on a surface level, it’s clearly not as simple for Wei Wuxian himself. In the Ancestral Hall, Wei Wuxian stares at the names of Jiang Fengmian, Madam Yu, and Jiang Yanli, whose lives are heavily felt on his shoulders, and he tells Lan Wangji, “After all, the Stygian Tiger Seal was created by me. Whether Jin Guangyao was there or not, that fact can’t be changed.” The show despite its censorship still asks the audience to evaluate his actions and the role he played, both willing and unwillingly, in the deaths of so many people.

It is also shown clearly that the cultivation world only stops trying to kill him because there was now another target, another scapegoat to blame. This is something that Wei Wuxian knows and expresses on multiple occasions on the show. For all that the show may have change things, I don’t think it’s necessarily correct or fair to say that it completely washed away the nuance that was present in the novel. The overarching conflicts and questions are still there. What is moral and what isn’t, what is justified and what isn’t, who is at fault for unforeseen consequences and who isn’t, and the role of external factors and circumstances in all of this. As someone who watched the drama first, I didn’t feel that the complexity of all the characters and their decisions was lost at all in comparison to the novel I later read. The show was honestly superb and still the best version for me overall. (Please don’t send pitchforks.) I have so much more to say about this, and Jin Guangyao still being a great nuanced character foil, but alas, this is already too long.

Other things: Wei Wuxian is a good brother actually, and he knows Jiang Cheng very well. He tried his best under the worst possible circumstances, and it was a great big shit show. I hate discussions where people try to hold one brother more responsible than the other. They both very nobly (and very recklessly) sacrificed a great deal for each other, and they both, frankly, fucked up. They’re Twin Idiots, and I’ll love and drag them both equally dammit! With that in mind, Wei Wuxian’s happy ending isn’t just him joining GusuLan sect, novel be fucking damned (yes, I said it!). His home can be in Gusu and Yunmeng. *SLAMS FISTS* Let 👏 Wei 👏 Wuxian 👏 go 👏 home 👏. (Talking to you, my grape guy. Jin Ling is going to show up in Lotus Pier one day with his da-jiu, and you’re just going to have to deal with it.)

★ One thing I wish would happen / had happened with this character in canon.

WEI WUXIAN PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD HUG YOUR DIDI. Jiang Cheng has been waiting 16+ years for your hug, and he damn well deserves one, especially since he gave you such a great octopus hug, all limbs and burrowed scrunchy faces. Like, I know, I know, you were distraught, and traumatized, half-beaten to death after three days of intense surgery, then reaped by ten thousand undead souls calling for revenge, but guess who told your favorite (only) angry grape little brother that in the next life, let’s be brothers again okay? GUESS WHO IS LIVING HIS NEXT LIFE??????? Bruh. Chop chop. Hop fucking to it.

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