ARCHIVE OF DIXING | English 镇魂 Guardian Fanworks Directory

Graphics related to Amara's WIPs.

Gifs of Zhu Hong being awesome.

When Ye Zun's face twisted with fury, when he reached out his hand to take Zhao Yunlan's essence from him, there was a part of Zhao Yunlan that wanted nothing more than to close his eyes and let him. To let go and be drawn in; to be where Shen Wei was, with him again one final time before the end.

—But nothing happened.

He twists Shen Wei’s silken hair around his fingers, admiring the shine, enjoying the small spark of dark energy that snaps against his skin that is still so strange despite the years he’s had to get used to touching it.

It then untwists itself, gently floating free from his grasp. He blinks at his fingers. “The fuck?”

The cover depicted a bare-chested man wearing a hooded black cloak, a mask chased with silver, and thigh-high boots over extremely tight leather trousers. He held a swooning woman clad in equally impractical attire in one arm, and brandished a sword with his free hand. The woman was clutching a lollipop, and both figures were buffeted by particularly dramatic gales of wind as streams of lava flowed past their feet.  

“I’m afraid I’ll have to confiscate this publication,” Shen Wei managed, sounding slightly strangled in his own ears.

A new romance genre takes Dragon City by storm. Shen Wei does not approve, and Zhao Yunlan is both ruthless and cunning.

Nine times Zhao Yunlan found out Shen Wei’s secret identity. (Attempt #6 was the one with the bees.)

Shen Wei puts down his pen, but when he rights the paper and is about to close the folder, his eyes are once again drawn to the same blank section.

Emergency Contact. Name. Contact Details.

Shen Wei’s fingers tap on his pen.

"Marriage," Zhao Xinci said. The terse word hit Shen Wei like a blow driving the air from his lungs. At once, he knew what this was about, and he knew why Zhao Yunlan had been summoned.

“We can’t make a habit of this,” whispered Shen Wei, so close that the words puffed against Zhao Yunlan’s lips.

Zhao Yunlan has just bagged Shen Wei, Black-Cloaked Envoy, and has happily slept next to him all night. Except that Shen Wei has sprouted boobs overnight, WTF?

Some kinky nipple piercings and some sexy times in the office. A podfic of a tweetfic.

He had waited 10,000 years.

Shuzhi shakes his head once, twice, lets his gaze travel from the Professors face to the wall behind his head, before it eventually rests on the floor. Hears the exact moment the Professor catches on, the exact moment his breath catches in his throat and the pressure in the room fluctuates as he tries to keep his cool.

Shen Wei blinks – his fall-back innocent act – but then Shen Wei lowers his gaze and stares at Zhao Yunlan's mouth and innocence? What innocence?

Or, the morning after a mistaken identity cuddling.

Two years ago, Zhan Yao and Zhao Yunlan engaged in a brief, passionate love affair under the eternally lit sky of New York City. Now they meet again, both changed and unchanged to reminisce about who they could not be for each other. And maybe to help the other to catch a clue about who really holds their heart.

All Bai Yutong and Shen Wei know is that there's someone else sitting across from the man they love at one of the best restaurants in Hong Kong.

Kunlun seems to be trying to learn to play some kind of lute.

Zhao Yunlan gets hungry in the middle of the night and Shen Wei can't deny that adorably gruff, mango-like face.

Little Ghost King and the attempts to win Kunlun's heart.