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I never draw kissing, hope this looks alright!

(ask meme: pick a fic idea/wip of mine and i’ll post a snippet!)

7. tgcf au wangxian - fallen god lwj and calamity wwx

(this one is backstory - lwj isn’t fallen yet and wwx isn’t a calamity yet. also here’s another bit of this idea)

Lan Wangji stands amongst the masses of ghosts and demons and ghouls gathered at Mount Tonglu, heart pounding.

This must be the first time a god has ever infiltrated the selection, he thinks, nonsensically, and then in the next moment remembers that there probably have been countless others who have done the same before.  The selection is a very serious event, after all.  It stands to reason that the heavens would want to keep an eye on it.  Who knows the specific concerns that might have brought some of his compatriots here—but Lan Wangji’s sole reason for being here is standing some paces ahead of him, twirling a single slender flute in his fingers and looking around him with a small smile that barely manages to hide the calculating, assessing gaze underneath.

Wei Ying, it seems, knows well his chances.

As does Lan Wangji.  There are thousands of demons assembled here and only one will make it out of the kiln, if any of them do at all.  Some of their opponents have been killing for centuries, have the blood of millions on their hands, have teeth between which rots the flesh of entire families.  He and Wei Ying, despite the immortal life that stretches ahead of them both—one above and one below, god and ghost alike—are both barely twenty.  He knows…. well… he knows Wei Ying has been doing a lot of killing since becoming a demon, but that’s still such a small timeframe for him to build up his abilities in, compared to some of their competitors.  What possessed him to walk in here, into almost certain defeat, just for that one single thread of hope of becoming the next Devastation?  Since when has Wei Ying, defender of justice and protector of the weak, aspired to this kind of power?

Lan Wangji has tried to stop him.  He’s appeared before him in so many different forms on Wei Ying’s way to Mount Tonglu—a fellow traveller, a fortune teller, a beggar—trying to dissuade him each time, but to no avail.  Wei Ying eventually started to see through it, of course he did, he’s smart—“You again?  You’re getting persistent, aren’t you?”—and Lan Wangji’s protests fell on deaf ears.  “I won’t die,” Wei Ying told him the last time, patting his head, “no need to worry about me, concerned stranger,” but not dying doesn’t make him immune to other forms of suffering.  Dismemberment, torture, wounds designed to keep the victim in incapacitated agony for the rest of the fight.  Lan Wangji worries.  Of course he does.  How can he not?

And if he wins—if he survives—what will happen to the bright, selfless, noble-hearted boy he fell in love with, once the power of a Devastation is within his grasp?  What will he turn into?

Is it an insult to Wei Ying’s character for Lan Wangji to have these fears?

IF YOU DRAW HIM I’LL CRY FOR REAL 🥺🥺🥺 thatd make me unbelievably giddy. but heres sum fax

cupid was not popular with the othr fangpyre… at all. he was appointed as a lieutenant of sorts during the war and became super ptetentious and arrogant. he wasnt exactly a strong soldier either so ppl got mad and thought him undeserving. they did think he was cute tho

when the serpentine are hiding from the great devourer, cupid cant stop thinking abt pythor (who’s just been swallowed). hes alone again, no one to talk to, no one that likes him. hes bored, and admittedly lonely. and as soon as he hears tgd is defeated he races to the city to find him only to discover wu, but no pythor.

then he went on this long incredulous journey to find him, knowing deep down he was alive

cupid was not bulky AT ALL during the events of season 1. total twink. he def got his muscle during his search.