I feel like perhaps A Turn Of the Earth is not the fic to read when you're already a little emotionally on edge.
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I feel like perhaps A Turn Of the Earth is not the fic to read when you're already a little emotionally on edge.
hi hi!! you probably don't remember me, but you drew art for one of my wangxian fics years ago and i loved it!! i was wondering if i could commission headshots of my two ocs? happy to email over info if you still have room! <3 claire
HI HELLO OF COURSE I REMEMBER YOU!!! i still love your fics so much!!! 🥹
feel free to email me the details if you’d like, I’d be happy to draw your ocs! <3
Living with Lan Zhan has made Wei Wuxian a person who creates arbitrary systems of rules and then follows them. It’s an outrageous self-betrayal.
Wei Wuxian POV (chp. 1)
build me no shrines by occultings (microcomets) (AO3) Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed – Mature – Lan Zhan/Wei Ying #Post-Canon #Slow Burn #Mutual Pining #First Time #Getting Together #Confessions #Sharing a Bed #Hair Washing #Sentient Burial Mounds #Case Fic #CQL Compliant #Hurt/Comfort #Whump #Light Angst #Flashbacks #mild Body Horror #Foot Washing #Happy Ending #Non-Sexual Intimacy
Wei Wuxian opens the letter and skims through, feeling his frown deepen with every line. “Oh. A request from Yiling. This man Tong Shen writes, 'I can’t explain what’s happening — you wouldn’t believe me if I tried. The hills are moving and they are hungry. Please send aid, Hanguang-jun, this humble one begs you.' Well, my curiosity is certainly piqued."
A few months after the events of Guanyin Temple, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji take on a night hunt of an unusual sort: The Burial Mounds are spreading, quickly and with no apparent explanation.
In Wei Wuxian, it brings old, long-buried things bubbling to the surface.
My binding of A Turn of the Earth by microcomets! Made as part of a ficbinding exchange for my friend Sapphy! Extra shots of the hand-drawn title page art and scene dividers under the cut!
“You can’t elope with the Yiling Patriarch, Lan Zhan, oh my god, you — the gentries would form a mob. You know how much they love to mob, especially when one of us is concerned.”
Wei Wuxian trying to talk sense to Lan Zhan (chp. 9)
build me no shrines by occultings (microcomets) (AO3) Mo Dao Zu Shi/The Untamed – Mature – Lan Zhan/Wei Ying #Post-Canon #Slow Burn #Mutual Pining #First Time #Getting Together #Confessions #Sharing a Bed #Hair Washing #Sentient Burial Mounds #Case Fic #CQL Compliant #Hurt/Comfort #Whump #Light Angst #Flashbacks #mild Body Horror #Foot Washing #Happy Ending #Non-Sexual Intimacy
Wei Wuxian opens the letter and skims through, feeling his frown deepen with every line. “Oh. A request from Yiling. This man Tong Shen writes, 'I can’t explain what’s happening — you wouldn’t believe me if I tried. The hills are moving and they are hungry. Please send aid, Hanguang-jun, this humble one begs you.' Well, my curiosity is certainly piqued."
A few months after the events of Guanyin Temple, Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji take on a night hunt of an unusual sort: The Burial Mounds are spreading, quickly and with no apparent explanation.
In Wei Wuxian, it brings old, long-buried things bubbling to the surface.
microcomets was right, the scene where Dean performs self-harm by means of beating up the Impala does need Cas to stop him mid-swing.
gods greatest gifts
A scatter of mismatched words. A flat press of emptiness against your chest. An anxious hum beneath skin to create. A thought superficial--never settling deep enough. A monstrous push against a solid, brick wall. An ache; emotional fatigue. A potential that won't turn kinetic. One thing I will never wish even onto my greatest foe: A horrible lack of inspiration.
n.t.