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Sketchy WIP. Wagner performing Musik. Which one? I haven’t a clue right now, but let’s assume it’s loud. XD

Artist: flcwerwaltz

#so this version of wagner is 5eva my bae #;w;#she my evil trash baue bt still my bae

//so like a weakling i am caving and am making a blog for Fantasia of Musik!Wagner. rip everybody.

#♫ooc♬ conductor leading the o r c h e s t r a #it's a good thing i already have a shit ton of art for wagner or this'd be a problem #aka me taking forever to make the blog because #aesthetic

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bunney:

*takes gulp of vodka straight from the bottle* my day was fine

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#whwre is the lie

chcpxn:

He wasn’t surprised at all by her threat - Chopin knew that despite her small stature, Tchaiko was ready to fight anyone and everyone. That brought a tiny smile to his face.

“Yeah. I mean, I had to get used to people screaming almost continuously, but at least no one sent me into a panic attack on a daily basis. I was finally able to let my guard down for a bit, and that says a lot.”

Oh, there it was. His cute smile.

Tchaiko mirrored his expression, through her grin was considerably wider than his, just happy that he was happy. So what if she got hurt once in a while; the people she cared about...all of them...as long as she could still stay by their sides...she could endure anything.

“Then all is well. My big brother can be comfortable somewhere, then everything is okay.”

#chcpxn #pfffft #she so tiny but ready to fight

chcpxn:

Welp, if she asked so nicely… “You can blame Mitsuru for that.” He took a deep breath, trying to find his words.

“She noticed somehow that I have two Musiks that activate pretty much randomly - Nocturne no.2 and Sonata no.2, or at least the Funeral March part of the sonata. So she observed what would trigger them and use those triggers to get Musik out of me at random times - like taking me to a party with huge crowds or making tuberculosis jokes when she was sure I could hear them, or crap like this.”

Another deep breath. “It’s difficult even from the first time, especially the Funeral March because that one is a panic attack fest. So I had to get out before my mental state was even more weakened. Having social anxiety is more than enough.”

So, that’s how it was after all.

Anger boiled inside of Tchaiko, just thinking about all the thing Mitsuru did to them on a regular basis. Was it for her kicks? Some kind of research? No matter what the reason though, it didn’t excuse her for treating them so poorly! So what if they were ClassicaLoids they were still people!

“When my arm gets better I’ll punch Mitsuru when I next see her for big brother’s sake,” she announced all of a sudden. It was the only thing that would satisfy her righteous fury.

Heaving a sigh she grasped his hand, threading their fingers together.

“...I’m sorry she was awful to you, big brother. But now that you’re here...you’re feeling a little better, right?”

#chcpxn

chcpxn:

“I can hear you just fine, Tchaiko, no need to scream.”

Seriously, why did everyone need to yell? Why? Literally everyone in Otowakan was yelling at certain points of time (except for Ludwig - Ludwig was yelling all the time), it made him wonder how he managed to resist there more than at Arkhe.

Oh right.

At Otowakan there was no Mitsuru to try and trigger sensory overloads or panic attacks in Musik form.

“....Sorry.”

Ah, the atmosphere of Otowakan was catching. The weird comfortable air of ridiculousness was overtaking her. Maybe coming to rest here was a bad idea. But in between Mitsuru’s bitching, Bada’s fretting and Bach’s murder eyes (it took both her and Bada to tell him he didn’t have to kill someone for hurting her whether he was joking or not), she couldn’t take it at Arkhe right now.

Sighing, she snuggled closer to his side.

“Hey, Frederic...why did you leave us behind?” It was a question she always wanted to ask. Well, she knew the answer honestly, but she wanted to hear it straight from him.

#chcpxn

chcpxn:

“Yeah, but still…” Before he ran off from Arkhe, he had a tendency of pulling Tchaiko or Bada (or sometimes both) out of an aggressive crowd, at the risk of his own anxiety going through the roof.

He took the sleeve she tugged on and put it on her shoulders.

He looked so depressed. She remembered how he always kept an eye out for her and Bada -- like a real big brother. Even though it made him super uncomfortable.

Ah....it made her angry to see him beat himself up over this!

“Oi! It’s fine! Because big brother is here with me right now! Here or there -- it’s the same to me. The fact that I have a big brother to complain to is better than anything eeeeelse!”

Okay, so she was making a fool of herself shouting like this, but if she didn’t aggressively express her feelings, she’d never say anything.

#chcpxn #hahahaha tru #them ugly p[ink sleeves XD

chcpxn:

“No problem…” He ran a hand through his hair, boy, was he glad Tchaiko was generally fine.

“I wish I could have helped, somehow….So that you don’t end up injured…” What kind of big brother lets his little sister defend herself, he would have asked, but he swallowed up those words.

“These things happen....” she said, though she didn’t bother continuing with the rest of her words. The face he was making was obvious to read: what kind of big brother am I? That was what his expression told her, clear as day.

Her good hand clasped his sleeve and she gave it a little tug.

“Big brother Frederic...it’s not your fault Bada and I have crazy obsessed fans.”

#chcpxn

chcpxn:

“It still looks bad, you know?” Chopin was glad she decided to go to a doctor - in the way he knew Tchaiko, she was the kind of person to refuse a check-up, even in worse cases like this one.

Chopin patted her better shoulder, a bit awkwardly.

“Well, the guy did use a knife -- but what can you do? In the end, I think he was worse off than me.”

The whole event had been broadcast live, too. She was pretty sure there were videos of her circulating the internet right now, showing off how she judo tossed an assailant straight across the stage while sporting a bleeding arm.

“Thank you for your concern, though, big brother. I’ll heal up fine.”

#chcpxn #everybody crosses their fingers and hopes he doesn't get triggered today

“...It’s not that bad. This is only a flesh wound.” Sometimes idol work was pretty dangerous, what with creepy stalkers following them around after all. This time it was Bada who seemed to be the target of a creepy stalker who wanted to have her all to himself -- that is to say, he had the creepy plan of killing her and then himself.

Geez people were as crazy as ever.

Tchaiko’s left arm was in a sling, doctor’s orders while the gash she got from defending Bada healed up.

“It’s every gentleman’s duty to protect a lady.”

Tchaiko, if you forgot, you are in the body of a young lady yourself.

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