Seriously, Though, I'd Be Happy About Fifteen More Versions.

I'm not a fan of fall. Or winter. Or anything that isn't scorching hot summer. Seriously, give me a city at 40°C any day, that's more than fine. The one bright light is figure skating. It makes the whole freezing drab wetness bearable.

One more day! Let's keep our lead. Viktor and Yuuri deserve better than to just fizzle out because some people dislike one of their names.

The Anime Binge-Watcher's Queer Anime Ship Tournament!

The second round rages on! This match-up has me absolutely terrified that my number-one pick is going to be crushed by the titan that is Victuuri. But I can hold out hope, right? Right??? Cast your votes now!

All Round 2 Match-Ups

Rules and Full Bracket

Avenge the Living, Heal the Dead

New Chapter:

The investigation has been crudely planned, but it leads ... well, somewhere. How to get back from wherever that is is a different question entirely.

Mini-fic or Prologue - who knows?!

Okay, I have drafted a prologue for the Xiyao fic I threatened earlier today. My friend likes it, so I took a second glance at it, smoothed out a few wrinkles, and now I'm throwing it here.

I have no idea if this can function because I have yet to read the books, so I can't tell for certain if I will use it all - and if I do, it might not be the prologue so much as part of a chapter, all of that is written in the stars. But since Ao3 doesn't allow placeholders (nor should it) and I don't know when I get to write the whole thing (although that I will write it certain), I'll at least put this fragment of questionable permanence here for the time being. I will announce when I post the actual fic to Ao3.

No Bonds Can Hold Me

‘Maintain your own discipline. Train your body and your mind. Store your inner wisdom deeply.’

Second nature. All of this was second nature to a man who had lived by these rules his entire life. Now discipline eluded him, his mind refused to focus on what mattered, and his inner wisdom was torn to shreds. There was almost nothing left of the man he had been … before. And if there was nothing left, what was the point of him? ‘Do not act impulsively.’ That rule had saved his life several times over recently. To what end? He had broken so many others: ‘Do not grieve in excess. Do not bully the weak. Do not associate with evil.’

Am I the evil? The voice that existed in his thoughts only perforated his meagre attempt at meditation again, stripping away another layer of his strength.

Seclusion had done nothing to erase the guilt and the pain and the grief, to silence this voice. It lived in his heart as constantly as its beating. It hadn’t helped compose his mind, hadn’t let him accept that what was done was done. Every time he started out asking himself, ‘How could I have acted any differently?’ the question quickly degraded into the much simpler and much more destructive, ‘How could I?!’ The blood on his hands and clothes was long gone, but he could still feel it sticking to his skin any time his eyes closed, could smell its cloying scent, so much, so much of it.

‘Be gentle and content in adversity.’

Slowly, Lan Xichen opened his eyes. It was, indeed, done, and yet he knew there was one path not yet taken. ‘Do not act impulsively. Do not fall to evil.’ But was an act he had chewed over time and time again for more hours than he could count impulsive? Was saving a soul evil?

He hadn’t allowed himself those thoughts at first, but now that he did, he felt calmer. ‘Have a strong will and anything can be achieved.’ His path was laid out before him and he would walk it openly and with determination. He needed help, and he wasn’t afraid to ask for it. Beg for it, if he had to.

‘Don’t be unreasonable.’ What was one more rule broken anyway?

The voice in his head that kept repeating his name like a broken mantra could only be assuaged by returning it to the real world. It was his fault that it had been silenced, so it had to be him that did all he could to restore it. (‘Uphold the value of justice.’) And if that proved impossible, he should earnestly consider following it into oblivion, the way he had been prepared to.

Lan Xichen stepped out into the darkness. (‘Venturing out at night is prohibited.’) He had tried to silence the call that only he could hear, but now he welcomed it, let it guide his steps and fuel his spirit. Lan Xichen, Lan Xichen … ‘Yes,’ he thought, conscious of the cool air surrounding him and the light breeze rustling his robes, ‘I still hear you. I’m not grieving for you. I’m coming for you.’

Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - I Am a Part of All That I Have Met

How wary should one be of a stranger offering passage on their ship?

After watching CQL, I feel the need to write a fanfic. Because of course I do. Now I just need to finish my current project and then read the books.

Until I have, my ability to predict what it'll be like is limited, but I do know that it'll be a Xiyao fic. I know from my friend that things end a bit differently in the books, but I don't know how. She thinks I can work with it. 😅 She did not word this in a promising manner.

Oh, and there is one more thing. Jin Guangyao is going to have a huge, HUGE praise kink. I'm prepared to die on that hill.

The title might be 'No Bonds Can Hold Me', but that might very well change.

Oh and the friend I mentioned is the same one who asked me to write beefleaf. There is a tendency there, but this time no persuasion was necessary.

Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - There Gloom the Dark, Broad Seas

When yelling on the scaffold, choose your words with extra care.

What do I have a tumblr account for if I don’t use it? So here’s some self-promotion.

This is a canon-compliant continuation, starting just after the end of episode 10 and going on well beyond the plot of the series (eventually). Part 4 is work in progress and will be published when I’m done, but the first three can stand alone (seeing how I didn’t even know I’d write a sequel).

Don’t be confused by the gratuitous Vitali (that is the musical score), that’ll come up. Eventually.

Rating: Explicit Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

Hello! Fic authors self rec! When you get this, reply with your favorite five fics that you've written, then pass on to five other writers 🥰

Haha, this is fun:

Air (and the sequels): Because a massive ton of research went into my first ever hard sci-fi fic. That thing had so many comments on the original platform, too, but it no longer exists, which makes me a bit sad. (Star Trek, K/S)

Avenge the Living, Heal the Dead: Because I'm really, really proud of this one. There will be a sequel, too. (TGCF, Beefleaf and Hualian)

Counting Blurry Stars: Because it has what must be the most wholesome pair of greenflasgs in history. (Yuri!!! on Ice - it's marked incomplete, but I thought it was finished at the stage it's currently at, haha.)

Dye Their Flowers With My Blood: Because it's the fic my younger self would have loved: A redemption story for at least one of a group of villains. (Inuysha, but a Shichinintai fic.)

Tug-o-War: Because it took me ages and the thing fought back, but I love what it became. (Witcher x Chronicles of the Raven; several rare-pairs: Hirad/Ilkar, Thraun/Will [which I'll tell everyone who listens is canon], and Regis/Shani, which blindsided me a bit.)