My first fic for the Gotcha Against Ice is posted!
Had a lot of fun writing this and its pretty sweet and comforting if you need that today.
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Next update - I wrote 1850 words and I'll be back at it tomorrow.
Seeing all the prompts made me tear up. Wangxian would be proud.
Update: I have received a prompt and can definitively state both of these things are true.
I'm signed up as a writer! If you donate and I get matched with your prompt you can bet I will go over the minimum word count and insert more angst than you probably wanted.
Not Edited Self Sabotage
Wei Wuxian didn't text. Occasionally Lan Wangji would scroll through the thread, starting with that picture of the flowers he'd bought for him that day. Not the roses he had purchased on graduation, not an outward, undeniable declaration of the love he felt in his heart. But still. After all these years, he had finally found a way to give Wei Wuxian flowers.
#wipwednesday and I'm still writing the most pining I've ever written, I swear.
I want to knock their heads together so bad!
They're being so dumb but they'll get there.
"Can I see you again?" Lan Wangji asked. "Oh, I'm sure you'll see me around, at the field, you know. Or the farmer's market." He was being a coward and he knew it. Lan Wangji reached out then, and touched him on the wrist. He didn't wrap his fingers around, and he pulled back almost immediately, so Wei Wuxian could almost believe he imagined it, except for the fact that he could feel the echo of the touch on his skin. "Wei Ying," he said. "I don't think it would be smart," Wei Wuxian heard himself say. It wasn't what he wanted to say, but it was what he thought he had to say. Lan Wangji was a gentleman. He didn't question, didn't ask why not, didn't press or insist. He just nodded and said: "Thank you for a lovely evening."
#wipwednesday and we have more yearning!
(Working on this fic alongside "An Unscheduled Stream," which will update this weekend (I hope).)
They look nice, huh? Attached to the text message was a picture of a familiar bouquet, now in a vase set on a wooden tabletop. Heart pounding, he typed out a response. They do indeed. It is good to hear from you, Wei Ying. He typed out another message under it: I've missed you But he backspaced and erased it without sending it.
#wipwednesday
The yearning will be strong with this one, folks.
The eyes!
Whether you get your forecast from an app on your phone, a website or a meteorologist on TV, most of the underlying information comes from the federal government.
By @rhersher.bsky.social
A small gray rabbit on a green lawn.
Bunny on my lawn! Super zoomed in and therefore not very clear.
Had to take the picture from the kitchen window without scaring it.
a photo of a mic
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find your niche
"This podfic was the perfect accompaniment to my walk. I might actually enjoy exercise if I can keep listening to it. Got awkward when I had to order coffee with scorching hot CNC being narrated in my ear, but worth it. 14/10"
"Incredibly sweet and domestic, I wanna boop the author on the nose. 14/10."
"I feel like my will to live has been extended indefinitely because I read this. Also my husband thought the sex scenes were hot, though the dragon anatomy "impractical." 13/10"
Still thinking about this and I believe he would leave public bookmarks on AO3 with ratings, but not in a toxic way. It's weratedogs rules, where everything is above 10/10.
"Author writes a great plot and spends paragraphs on how hot LWJ is. Which, fair. 13/10."
He would listen to podfics on his daily walks. He'd send links to everyone he knew.
The man would LOVE everything you've created, even the stuff you wrote years ago you're no longer proud of. WWX would be your biggest fan.
One thing I think all wangxian fic creators need to realize is that Wei Wuxian would be so fucking delighted at all of our work. Like, he'd read the spiciest scenes aloud to his husband. He would leave the best most comprehensive, gushing comments about how much he enjoyed it.
Tinsel the calico glares at you with a furrowed brow
“I asked chatGPT-“ ok, and I asked Tinsel, and she said you’re an uninspired, vapid dork who needs a computer to think for them.
My beloved LEGO fic I love it so much
Fic update! New chapter of "An Unscheduled Stream." WWX came back to Gusu with LWJ. I'm sure everything went just fine and peachy and everyone is doing great.
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Chapter Update for my WIP An Unscheduled Stream!
WWX wakes up to the aftermath of saving all the other disciples and revealing himself to the cultivation world. I'm sure everyone will be gracious and accepting and all will be well.
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cover art showing two mirrored trees reaching for each other
[Podfic] Fan Binding by @trippednfell.bsky.social
Summary: lwj binds fanfic and binds his heart along the way
Duration: 32min
🔗 ao3.org/works/64437595
#LadyEnPodfics #Wangxian #Podfic #danmeipods #mdzspods
Still my fav fic I ever wrote.
Loved the process of writing it so much!
Wei Wuxian fought in his dreams. There was darkness, and death, but those were old friends, and nothing to struggle against. These dreams brought some new, vague uneasiness. Something inevitable was coming for him, making it impossible to escape. No matter how fast he ran, how hard he fought, it came inexorably forward. It would catch him. He could not prevent it. He thought he cried out, more than once. Voices soothed him, voices he clung to like a lifeline. One was deep, low, and brought warmth and a feeling of safety. He clung to it with all his might. The other voice was gentle, soft, and familiar. It made him sad at the same time as it comforted him.
Just under the wire for #wipwednesday. Posted a chapter today and already hard at work on the next one. Who even am I?
It's a Spring Break Miracle! New chapter is up! The long-awaited much-anticipated Mo Xuanyu POV!
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New raitala #wangxian fic: "The good rain knows its season"
Modern AU with cultivation and reincarnation.
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