Ok Now I Need To Subscribe To You On Ao3, Who Are You?

This is the sequel to No Shadow to Run Away From.

Living together is hard.

It’s 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: Teen and Up Archive Warning: Creator Chose Not To Use Archive Warnings Fandom: Yuri!!! on Ice (Anime)

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.’

It's my birthday, I get to be sappy. Happy birthday to me ♡♡♡♡♡

Avenge the Living, Heal the Dead

New Chapter:

Xie Lian has made his report. His plan for the rest of the night is to go home and sleep - and he'll get to do just that. Except there is this one little thing ...

(Note: I also posted the epilogue already, so we are, officially, finished!)

Avenge the Living, Heal the Dead

New chapter:

Once affairs in heaven are brought to a semblance of order, Xie Lian and Hua Cheng finally get to look for the ghost causing trouble in the Royal Capital.

Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - That Untravell’d World

A mental exercise to purge concern.

Dye Their Flowers With My Blood - Subdue Them to the Useful and the Good

Finding a traitor for beginners.

Yep. That is a VERY unfun ability. Even if Doctor Who is not your cup of tea, try Torchwood. It's dark and doesn't have a single character I didn't want to punch at some time or other but I came to love them all (even the one I wanted to cook alive at first). And that particular ... skill is really not something I'd wish on anyone.

immortality through not being incapable of death but by coming back to life after you die no matter what is such a cool power like it’s just so fucking metal. you can rip me apart if you want, i’ll rise from my own viscera and all you’ll have done is piss me off

The only point of contention I have is that if Jiggy ascended, they wouldn't need Ling Wen so very desperately.

WHY TF IS JIN GUANGYAO IN THE TGCF MANHUA