ARCHIVE OF DIXING | English 镇魂 Guardian Fanworks Directory

The world was saved, but the heroes continue to get into dangerous situations against their will.

"Shen Wei! Are you fine?"

Zhao Yunlan's worried face was placed right before Shen Wei. He sneezed, covering his face with his hand. Zhao Yunlan's face became more concerned.

"I'm good, Yunlan. Don't worry"
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Spoiler: no, he is not.

He doesn't know where to put his hands. Ridiculous as it might sound, he can't decide where he wants to touch Shen Wei first.

I had so much fun making the first set that I wanted to try out a different variant... and then I liked how this pair came out so much I decided to share these too!

Two (additional) mini-vids created for the 1st 2021 Vexercises challenge.
"Create a video edit of exactly 60 seconds consisting of precisely 10 clips from your chosen source text, each lasting precisely 6 seconds, assembled with straight cuts. Make two versions of your pechakucha, with one minute excerpts from twofour different songs as audio."

Music:
Song 1 - Photograph by Ed Sheeran
Song 2 - Baby One More Time by Britney Spears

When Shen Wei's Envoy duties leave him in danger of missing an important meeting with the university chancellor, Ye Zun has no choice but to come to his brother's rescue by impersonating him. How hard can it be?

Can be read as a standalone or a follow up to I Don't Owe 'Em Nothing (Maybe I Owe Everything)

Zhao Yunlan's carefully-laid romantic plans are disrupted by a simple mistake on the part of Xiao Guo, but that isn't much of a problem. What is a problem is the fact that now he has to figure out how to talk to his father about this next chapter of his life.

Ye Zun and Shen Wei are like Yang and Yin.

Zhao Yunlan is the line that runs between the two of them, quicksilver.

While investigating the disappearance of his mother and trying to avoid the attention of the Black Cloaked Envoy, 17 year old Zhao Yunlan tracks down Shen Wei working in an antique bookstore in the hopes of getting answers to questions about a mysterious inscription in several books his mother left behind.

Weilan comes in so many delicious flavors, I hope you can enjoy them all...the sweet, the sour, the spicy, and the bitter!

Four mini-vids created for the 1st 2021 Vexercises challenge. This was a blast!
"Create a video edit of exactly 60 seconds consisting of precisely 10 clips from your chosen source text, each lasting precisely 6 seconds, assembled with straight cuts. Make two versions of your pechakucha, with one minute excerpts from twofour different songs as audio."

Music:
Song 1 - Iris (cover) by Phoebe Bridgers and Maggie Rogers
Song 2 - Toxic by Britney Spears
Song 3 - Raining by of Verona
Song 4 - Mr. Jones by Counting Crows

A day out shopping for Zhao Yunlan, his mother, and his mother's new favourite son. (chibis; ink and watercolours)

Finally Zhao Yunlan said, his voice still low, “Why do you love me, Shen Wei?”

It was a question he’d asked before, sometimes lightly, jokingly, sometimes seriously, like now. Shen Wei never knew quite how to answer.

A General returns home.

A collection of drawings of Shen Wei and Zhao Yunlan, mainly SFW, but occasionally NSFW.

Zhao Yunlan never expected that, when he finally learned Shen Wei’s secret, it would feel like this.

Zhao Yunlan thought of himself as a capable detective. He knew they had a shared past that Shen Wei wasn’t telling him, one that for some reason, he couldn’t remember. It made Zhao Yunlan nervous. Shen Wei cared about him too much, gave him too much, sometimes looked at him like he was a revered god instead of the twenty-eight-year-old mess of a man that he was, with his ratty shirts and pockets full of candy wrappers. It made him wonder what he was supposed to — and likely failing to — live up to.

In the ancient past, Shen Wei learned to cook in the hope of impressing Kunlun. Ten thousand years later, he finally got the chance.

Or... the one where Shen Wei cooks for the people he loves.

Shen Wei has a new hobby. Of course, it involves Zhao Yunlan.