One thing that has been bothering me a lot over the past few days is seeing all these RIP YOI, RIP IceAdo, Remember YOI etc. posts. As someone who discovered YOI later, I'm watching this unfold from the sidelines and I'm seriously worrying what this is going to do to the fandom. I understand that you are sad because the movie was cancelled, everyone has the right to be sad about such a thing, and I'm not trying to invalidate your pain. But, and I'm saying this with all kindness and my best intentions, and hell, I'm not even the first one saying this, but please hear me out:
YOI IS NOT DEAD.
It did not die last Friday. And it doesn't die because there won't be a movie. No story in human history has ever died because someone decided it was over. Stories are forever. They live in the hearts of the people. And so has YOI been living in the hearts of its fans since October 6th 2016, and will continue to live there for as long as we want.
Whenever I type "Yuri On Ice" into the search field of any social network, web archive, or search engine, I see hundreds of thousands of hits, most of them fanworks. Please take a moment to think about what that means:
In the 7.5 years since YOI aired, fans have made tons of art, written fanfiction and metas, cosplayed YOI characters, created fan videos, crafted all kinds of fan-made merch, and so much more. You are the ones who brought into being an infinite multiverse centred around an anime that is already larger than life. You have already created so much more YOI than Sayo, Kubo, MAPPA etc. could ever create even if they made one hundred movies. And even if every country in the world turns fascist and bans YOI, it will survive because fans will always find ways to preserve it and the power its message holds. Only stories that nobody no longer talks and cares about fade in oblivion.
You hold all the power to keep YOI alive, but, and this is probably the hardest pill to swallow, that also makes you the only ones who are able to kill YOI - be it by stopping to create or talk about it, or by shouting its death from the rooftops because you fancy yourself dramatic, or by turning the fandom into a hate-infested toxic hellscape, whichever will occur first.
And I honestly don't know which of these I fear most.
If you truly love YOI, please do your share and continue to keep it alive.
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You and Micheal have been together for a few years now. He knows your scared of storms. He doesn't fully get it, but he understands. He may not be the most affectionate guy, but he stays with you and helps any way he can/that you want him to. It's Halloween, and you've seen the forecast for the night. You know it's going to storm, pretty bad, and it worries you. Micheal always goes out on Halloween, always. So your preparing to be alone for a storm for the first time in years. You're filled with dread, but you don't want to be a burden. You go downstairs to tell him goodbye and wish him well, only to find him building a little nest of blankets in your reading nook.
"What are you doing love? Aren't you going out." He turns around and just stares for a second before nodding to the TV. The news was currently on the weather forecast for the night. You walk over to him and gently place your hand over the one he was holding a blanket it.
"You don't have to do that, I know you have a lot to do to get ready." He just grunts before turning and going back to what he was doing. You sigh and watch him for a little bit, thinking he'll finish soon and go to get ready, but he just moves around collecting things for the nest.
Finally, he stops, steps back, and looks at it before nodding in approval. You think that he's going to get ready and go out, but he just turns and starts heading to the kitchen. You follow him, curious but also slightly worried.
"Aren't you going to be late? I know you look forward to this all year." He doesn't even acknowledge you as he grabs Snacks and some water bottles. He turns to walk out and you block the entrance.
"I love you, and this is very sweet, but its ok. Really. I don't want to be a bother. You should be getting ready to go out, not wasting time dealing with me and my irrational fear." He just sighs and puts the snacks down on the counter before walking over to you. You look at him curiously, and he just picks you up and carries you back to the living room before sitting in the little nest with you in his lap. He lets go of you just long enough to wrap you in a blanket before pulling you against his chest and wrapping his arms around you.
It's such a sweet gesture. He's willing to give up his favorite thing that only comes around once a year just to stay with you and comfort you. You start quietly crying. You feel guilty, selfish, but incredibly loved and grateful. He just gently rubs your back and rests his head on yours.
You stay like that all night. When the storm finally starts, he pulls you closer and whispers out in his raspy voice. "It's ok". It's enough to make you blush, then the booming thunder ruins the moment and you flinch against him. He kisses the top of your head (it's really more like he just rests his lips against you for a second but we love out awkward boy). You take out your phone and start playing quiet music before turning around so your facing him. You wrap your arms around his neck and snuggles against him. He settles his arms around your waist and just holds you until you fall asleep.
You don't wake up until the sun's shining through the window onto the two of you. You look up to see him already watching you. As always, his expression is unreadable, but he looks stunning with the morning light washing over him. He's like a work of art. You're filled with so much love when you realize he had stayed all night, completely giving up his yearly outing, for you. You lean up and kiss his forehead and the tip of his nose before whispering a little 'I love you' and burying your face in his neck.
You don't see it, but there's the slightest hint of a smile on his face and a distinct shine in his eyes. He readjusts the blanket on you and wraps his arms around you a little tighter. You fall back asleep to the sound of his heartbeat and the birds chirping, the warm sunlight and comfortable weight of his arms like the most comfortable blanket imaginable.
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I just finished your New Wave fic. I’m convinced everything your write is gold. I loved your TMA fics, with the most heartbreaking demon AU imaginable and the hilarity of Fahrenheit 101. I loved your moon knight fics, starting with Steven talking to animals on the reg at work to the system growing closer with a focus on Jake, i- there’s- it’s sooo much packed into it. When I’m on burnout, of art or writing (maybe life in general at times) I revisit your work and am thrown back into a creative headspace.
You are my favorite writer, you cram so much meaning and thought into your work and it shows. The characters are dumbasses and say the most ridiculous shit and turn around the next chapter and say the most thought provoking thing, and I don’t get whiplash from it because these characters just work! They just do, and I… am very much off track!
Anyways I just got into Batman and reading your fic is fueling that flame! I can’t wait to see what you have in store next, and I shall now stalk your blog for writing tips! I hope you have a nice day broski 💙
Thank you!! This is so sweet thank you so much! This ask is so nice!
Trust me, if there's meaning then it's because I get obsessive over these fics and I massively overthink them. I honestly wish I was better at making simpler, more elegant stories. I feel like nothing I do is truly going to be good until I can find that simplicity.
"Dipshit who says stupid stuff and then turns around and spouts ridiculous philosophy" is just how I talk. But I habitually approach my life from a standpoint of finding humor in everything, if only to soften the blow. I was once told that it's really hard to tell when I'm joking, because everything I say is always half-joking and always half-serious. I feel like that's pretty evident from my narration too...
As for writing advice...um, I was just speaking about this with somebody. When you're plotting a story, the first thing I like to figure out is what I'm trying to say. Everything else should be built around that. The joy of writing is that I think we all have something we want to say, or something we want people to know, or that we have an aspect of ourselves and our lives that we want to express. Most of the time, trying to convey those things verbally just results in a frustrating approximation of your true feelings. I find that when I manage a successful story, the depth and scale of what I'm trying to impart is fully understood and felt. It's rewarding. I think if people aren't understood on some level, by somebody, they kind of die.
Thanks for the sweet ask!!
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smth that's good to remember about dark is that he's doomed. he'll never get what he wants. he can never get what he wants. he's allowed to 'dream' (to desire) but not to 'wish' (to attempt to fulfill those desires.) the other thing that's good to remember is that he's already redeemed. dark will never be able to have his own body or to love who he wants to love. he'll never have the true freedom and individuality that he craves above almost all else. he, as he is, can never be or become a proper human being- as a live artwork, he too is just a 'thing,' a hollow vessel for human emotions. alone and by himself, he's unfeeling and inanimate, no matter how otherwise convincing, no matter how beautiful. all of his 'feelings' are like single droplets in a dry well that evaporate in an instant. dark has no true heart, because he's an artwork. he has no humanity, no great amount of emotion alone that he himself can muster up or express. if he has anything inside of him then it's that very nothingness; an empty cathedral made up of restless, dissatisfied desire; a somber, passive longing to juxtapose krad's obsessive behavior. it's thus only with a tamer, or daisuke, that dark truly becomes someone. more than just a ghost, a phantom beneath the floorboards. the point is, despite daisuke's own terror of those around him rejecting him as worthless and unnecessary in comparison to dark, dark will always need daisuke. not just want, but quite literally need; 'to dark, i am a necessity.' dark doesn't admit it and very likely never will but he's already saved and endlessly comforted by daisuke's presence. there's the part of him that rejects others' comforts and attempts to reach out because of his own understandings over himself (he's doomed, he's already used to being avoidant and subtly excising himself,) but also the part that decides he just doesn't need any of it because he always has daisuke with him --- he's redeemed. he has someone to rely on and to always trust and to be proud of as his 'other self.' dark will never say it (both out of pride and guilt) but he'll always, always admire daisuke for the strength of the boy's emotions and the stubborn goodness of his heart.
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