Guys it happened again. Me last night: but what if drag queen Wei Ying who gets rescued from a bad situation by semi-closeted Lan Zhan? Me today: feverishly writes 7,000 words.

wood stain remover tutorials be like "use mayo. use vinegar. use olive oil. use salt!" What, did they just go through their condiment shelf? But also holy crap it works.

Me last night: but what about ballet danseur Lan Zhan/lighting designer Wei Ying? Me today: feverishly writes 5,000 words.

MDZS 13/13 archiveofourown.org/works/738818... Wei Wuxian snorts, but he leans himself up against Lan Wangji and accepts the bowl, resting it on his stomach. “You two seem like co-conspirators. Lan Zhan – be perceptive! Don’t believe everything she tells you. Qing-jie has no faith in me.”

MDZS 13/13 tomorrow: As he travels north, the snow on the ground thickens. The moon is rising overhead and in the soft glow ice crystals sparkle, the air crisp and frigid. Trees and bamboo groves are painted so finely with the snowfall, each branch and leaf picked out.

MDZS 12: archiveofourown.org/works/738818... “That’s not – please. If we send the Yiling Laozu away, remove his tainted influence, then the problem is solved! Fuqin – Jin-zongzhu – has proven himself an adept Chief Cultivator. How can we throw him away for nothing?”

MDZS 12 tomorrow: “Friends, sect brothers and sisters, fellow cultivators. I know this is a day many of you have wondered about. Have even feared, like children cowering from shadow puppets. But there is no need to fear!" Jin Guangshan spreads his wide sleeves, smiling.

MDZS 11 archiveofourown.org/works/738818... He takes Lan Wangji’s hands and draws them downwards. Along the line of the collar of his shirt, the long, angled lapel. Until he reaches the ties, thin and white like the plumes of a crane. He presses Lan Wangji’s hands to his stomach, overtop the knot.

MDZS 11 tomorrow: “Won’t you tell me? Wei Ying –” He swallows, throat full of knives. “There is nothing of you I could resent, could fear or despise. But if I let you slip away now, I will resent and despise myself.”

MDZS 10: archiveofourown.org/works/738818... "We are not so powerless. I will not surrender.” Wei Wuxian lets out his breath in a soft sight. He leans forward, against Lan Wangji, nestles in beside him. “Lan Zhan. I have never once surrendered. But there’s a price to that. Such a price.”

MDZS Ch 10 tomorrow “You have always been so – bright,” says Lan Wangji, looking up. “You bring it wherever you go. Lighting the darkness. Drawing me to you.” “A moth to the flame,” says Wei Wuxian, mouth pinched. “A seedling to the sun,” replies Lan Wangji.

migraine kicking my ass as of late. trying to finish Dying to Raise the Dead so I can post back chapters knowing I won't have to make changes. Almost there, so chapters should start coming out pretty quick if I can get over this final hurdle.

MDZS 9: archiveofourown.org/works/738818... “Lan Zhan, please,” begs Wei Wuxian, and there’s a part of Lan Wangji that wants to withdraw now, wants to make him plead more, until his eyes are wet and his nose red, until he’s an utter mess with need.

MDZS 9 tomorrow: He lies spread beneath Lan Wangji, all long lovely lines. Like a yaojing, like a wild creature tamed, something precious and rare. His eyes glisten and sparkle as he looks up at Lan Wangji between caresses, his lips red and kiss-bitten.

Interrupting regular Wangxian posts with some holiday baking...

Every new scene I write, I just want to rush out and share it with you all. <3

MDZS 8 archiveofourown.org/works/738818... Lan Wangji wants him so badly. This man who can cure illnesses and catch fish, who can raise a child and ride a horse. Who can play a flute so sweetly, can paint a likeness, can laugh so easily. Who can look like this at Lan Wangji, lips parted, eyes dark.

MDZS 8 tomorrow: The line whips and shivers, and Lan Wangji realises that at the end of the cord the decoyed hook is intended to look like an insect landing on the water’s surface. Wei Wuxian manipulates it seemingly effortlessly, whipping it back and forth with long, smooth movements.

MDZS “You called me a true friend,” says Lan Wangji, jaw stiff, the joint grinding against his ear. “Wei Ying. I have none truer. There is no one else I would do this for. Is that not enough?” He knows without waiting what the answer will be, though.

I cannot believe that the first PWP I wrote for this fandom is about cars. I know nothing about cars. I drive a sensible Honda sedan. I do not live in a desert. MDZS (PWP): Baby You Can Drive My Car: archiveofourown.org/works/74671761

MDZS 7: archiveofourown.org/works/738818... They cannot ask their own wise men, Lan Wangji reflects, as they walk home along a muddy road. But they can ask the Yiling Laozu. They have nothing to lose. And so the rumours spread. The Yiling Laozu has unnatural knowledge. The Yiling Laozu can help.

MDZS 7 tomorrow: So, while Wei Wuxian stares, shocked, he lifts a cup of wine to his lips and tosses it back. It burns on his tongue, in his throat. Licks and scrapes at him. He plunks the cup down on the wooden table, looking into the clear, shimmering liquid lining the bottom.

MDZS 6: archiveofourown.org/works/738818... “How can Hanguang-jun worry about one such as myself? I’m shu – surely beneath his notice,” he jokes. “I notice,” he says, helplessly. Wei Wuxian beams up at him, as if the words were a gift, a long-withheld present.

MDZS ch 6 tomorrow: Wei Wuxian sits up, now, putting down the hollow jug with a clink of pottery. “Fear? Lan Zhan – no. Nnno no no. I won’t ever harm you. Never. Or those I raise – them also. You have my word. Promise. My honour.”

MDZS 5: archiveofourown.org/works/738818... Wei Wuxian smiles. “No. My apologies. Hanguang-jun, esteemed cultivator, precious and handsome gege. I will show you all due respect.” He bows over a mocking salute. Lan Zhan looks down at him, his mouth soft. “Wei Ying is free to treat me as he would.”

I always start chapters on a new page with the number and title... Anyhoo, MDZS ch 5 up tomorrow...

MDZS... Like this, he looks like the Yiling Laozu of legend, of nightmare. His purse lined with coins and curses, stitched together with screams. And then he smiles at Lan Wangji, and he is just himself again.

MDZS... "If Wei-gongzi can reduce that suffering, he will have earned his place here.” Lan Wangji lifts his head, mulish. “He is not a salve, to be prescribed. The sects want his obedience. But he is not a dog to heel to their command.”

MDZS: archiveofourown.org/works/738818... In the coffin, something fidgets. In the coffin, something moans. In the coffin, something shakes, rattles, cries. Wei Wuxian doesn’t move.

Good news - That Which Lingers is in its final draft now. Pursuing various publication pathways - now it's a waiting game...

MDZS ch 4 tmr. Lan Wangji wants to call out to him, now. To tell him he doesn’t have to do this, doesn’t have to be this. This evil, this darkness. But he does. Because Lan Wangji, Hanguang-jun, Second Jade of Gusu, couldn’t find a single other way to bring him and his people home in one piece.

Has anyone else gotten weird AO3 guest account comment accusations of AI use? Received a strange one on a fic in a v small fandom that was well written but also bonkers... (Subquery: is someone using AI to write ANTI AI comments??? XD)

MDZS Ch 3: archiveofourown.org/works/738818... Lan Wangji looks back, lip curled mulishly. Wei Wuxian laughs, lighter this time. “Lan Zhan, ah Lan Zhan. So offended on my behalf. Don’t be. Let’s go find another shop, and you can subject yourself to my bartering habits before I spend your money.”

someone tagged their bookmark of Dying to Raise the Dead with "IDK length." You and me too, bro.

MDZS ch 3 tomorrow “Lan Zhan. You can’t just offer things like that to a feckless youth such as myself. What if I take advantage of you? What if I exploit your generosity to buy mountains of silk, bushels of leather? Hm?” “Not a concern,” says Lan Wangji.

MDZS Ch 2: archiveofourown.org/works/738818... “Lan Zhan tells me you want me to raise the dead. I have a hard time believing the cultivators who exiled me for my diabolical methods would be so accepting.” Jin Guangshan straightens. “Like everything, Wei Wuxian, perfection lies in moderation."

MDZS Dying to Raise the Dead Chapter 1: archiveofourown.org/works/738818...

MDZS Ch 1 up tomorrow. Canon divergence/fix-it/Burial Mounds era: “Wei Ying. The sects have sent me to make an offer. If you accept, they will allow the Wen Remnants to go where they choose and resettle there, without harm or harassment.”

MDZS: Jin Guangshan straightens. "We will have no armies of fierce corpses, no walking undead to plague us. But when an innocent dies before their time, when proper petition is made to the sect leaders, we will turn to you. And you will oblige by making them whole – not a puppet, not a toy. Whole.”

MDZS: “But who among us, I wonder, is willing to do it? Inviting the Yiling Laozu into our home is opening a doorway for the devil.” In the silence of the room, Lan Wangji swallows. “I will do it,” he says.

MDZS: They’re walking, Wei Wuxian refusing to ride his sword, or even carry it. Just a flute, his ghost magic and a pair of worn shoes. “Oh? And how far beyond? Lan Zhan, give a li and I’ll thieve a thousand,” he says. It’s meant to be a threat; it sounds to Lan Wangji like a promise.

Castlevania! archiveofourown.org/works/73573416 “I don’t think he can walk,” says a warm voice in his ear. He cranes his head to the side. He knows who this is. He does. “Apparently not,” agrees Adrian. He gives a small, unimpressed sigh. “Of course I can walk,” replies Trevor. He can't.

Working on some MDZS. Dying to raise the dead You’re a world away but you’re still the same I know you by your heart And I will call you by your name - Mumford & Sons/Hozier

Fugou Keiji: Balance Unlimited: archiveofourown.org/works/73511916 “Kambe Daisuke. You have twenty-four hours. Collect twenty billion yen worth of large precious stones, and have them ready for exchange. Every hour you keep us waiting, we carve him up some more.”

working on some millionaire detective... “Most of our colleagues would kill for this assignment,” continues Kambe. “Feel free to recruit them. There’s still time to redeem your choices. You don’t have to keep being a jerk just because you started as one.”

Can't believe I wrote some Gintama! archiveofourown.org/works/73010496 He grits his teeth and crosses over to stand over Okita again. “We’re leaving,” he says. “I hate it here anyway,” replies Okita, his voice quiet and taut.

Bewitchingly Canadian. www.minerva-grey.com for more on The Stricken Squad, an atmospheric urban fantasy series set in Victoria BC.

James Bond (Daniel Craig): archiveofourown.org/works/639149... He reminds Bond of nothing as much as one of Shakespeare’s mad kings. Lear; Macbeth. Sprawled as if the weight of his crown had crushed the spirit within him, arms tumbling over the high burnished rests.