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A sneak preview for my NSFW piece for the @yoilitmag Issue 3 (which can be found here)💗 You can purchase the Appendicks option of the litmag to see the full version, among many other works by so many talented writers and artists 💕

[ghostlybl]

My piece for @yoilitmag issue 2 <3 <3 Thank you so much for having me. And also for the hard work you mods did (and do because of paypal) for this digital zine. It’s so beautiful. I love it so much.  

Viktuuri had a long way before they met each other. I miss them soooo much... I should start reading fics of them soon. I’m sure there are a lot of it now :D 

[yoilitmag]

And so it was time

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[genuine-firefly]

Zine: @yoilitmag

Artist: @paluumin

Date: March 3, 2019

My free postcard for Yoilitmag “Shall We Read” issue 3 came in! It’s absolutely gorgeous! I kind of wish I got 2 so I could display both sides. 😣 Loving the theme of this zine. 💕

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The Gift

Written for the @yoilitmag (Third Issue).

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Drip.

Drip. Drip.

Drip. Drip. Drip.

Yuuri tried to ignore the saliva trickling down his shoulder that only he could feel. One’s first instinct would usually be to jump away from the source of the disgusting matter - or scream, whichever came first. He certainly did, as a child, but no one really understood him.

That said, though, Yuuri never really had a normal childhood.

It was unnerving, to say the least, how he even got used to all this in the first place-- that is to say, he never did. He remembered how he could only sit dully on the floor as his mother cried and begged the temple priest to “please exorcise the living demons out of this child” while hugging him so tight, he thought he’d lose his own living breath instead.

Not a good memory to look back on.

He’d learned to keep quiet in middle school - certainly no one would think any better of a plain, bespectacled boy who could see… things he shouldn’t see. Back then, he was called a handful of names, each as hurtful as the other. Crying only made things worse; besides, the “things,” for some reason, enjoyed seeing him in tears.

By high school, Yuuri was practically nonexistent in his class, aside from the occasional rumor that he was a ghost and that he could curse people - funny how their assumptions were both correct and far off at the same time. He whiled away his time in the library, studying the creatures that bothered him and using what he learned to his advantage. He had always been an observant boy; adapting came easier to him than to most.

Still, he wished he didn’t have this “gift.” Not that wishes ever came true, anyway.

Sighing, Yuuri finished his water in a few gulps and put the glass down with a heavy thud. The startled black blob with a single eye distanced itself before letting out an unnaturally high-pitched squeal, which he pretended not to notice. These types tended to leave him after five minutes of no attention.

He asked for the bill after that.

Researching Russia’s yokai sounded like a good idea right now. It always helped to be prepared.

 .

 The rusalka did not at all resemble its likeness in pictures.

For starters, it was a male, albeit with long hair. Looked like a female, but not quite.

The first thing Yuuri thought as he ran away was that he shouldn’t have consulted Wikipedia in the first place.

In his twenty-three years of life, he’d never had the unpleasant experience of turning people down, even more so nonhuman beings that are apparently after his heart. He remembered Takeshi joking about what he’d do if he ended up with a yokai lover someday. Yuuri couldn’t help but chuckle inwardly at the brief memory; Takeshi and Yuuko were the only two people who even befriended him at all. Good people, they really were.

This predicament, he thought next, must have been his punishment for not having been a more sociable person. Maybe he should have confessed to Victor Nikiforov or something when he had the chance - he didn’t know.

The third thing he thought as he fell on the pavement and the rusalka pounced on him was that he was going to die. A relief in itself, but not quite.

None of it was.

 .

 A cool breeze awakened Yuuri from his slumber. He instinctively put an arm over his eyes; even the faintest light hurt. As he gingerly sat himself up on the grass, the claw marks on his forearm began to itch.

The creature after his life was gone for now, at least. Great.

It didn’t take him long to regain his bearings; granted, he always had to keep himself on guard for so long now, it was almost as easy as feeding himself.

Yuuri was not prepared for what came next, however.

Before him stood what seemed to look like an old two-storey dacha with slate roof tiles and a varnished wood exterior, surrounded by a well-maintained garden of white flowers. A wooden door with iron lattice-work served as the main entrance. The whole sight was very much out of place, located smack dab in between various high-rise apartments for some reason.

It felt as if he stepped into a totally different dimension, altogether.

Yuuri carefully approached the house, peering into the windows apprehensively. It was only after ascertaining that no one was in that he let himself in.

The interior smelled of a mixture of old wood and light mildew, the kind that reminded him of the local temple back at home. As he ventured deeper inside, he was greeted by the sight of circular shelves of books, with sunlight filtering through a dome made of stained glass. It was eerily quiet, yet comforting at the same time.

Maybe too quiet.

Following his best judgment, Yuuri slowly backed away once more. If past experience has taught him well, it wouldn’t do to stay too long in suspicious places alone.

As he turned around to leave, he bumped into something warm.

Victor Nikiforov stared back, his blue eyes twinkling in amusement. Long, silver hair reflected the pale sunlight, and his clothes, though unusually shabby, looked as if they glittered like gold.

Yuuri instantly forgot how to breathe.

 .

 “Where exactly am I?”

“A library, as you can see. Not an ordinary one, though, as you’ve probably guessed.”

This is definitely not how Yuuri imagined how his first conversation with Victor would go. He’d only seen the Russian star once or twice on TV during the last Winter Games, but for some reason, Victor was the last person he thought of before he ended up in this… situation.

“Are you really… Victor?”

This earned a chuckle in response, and the dimple that formed when he smiled was adorable. “Yes and no. Do I look like him to you?”

With an audible gulp, Yuuri nodded.

“Then I am Victor.”

Victor - or whoever this was, smiled warmly at him. “Why this person?”

The question, spoken in Victor’s voice, from Victor’s own lips, was nothing short of strange, to say the least. The resemblance was definitely more than striking, it was like he was exactly the same person. For Yuuri, however, this did not explain anything.

After a moment of contemplation, Victor laughed heartily. “I see. You must be fond of him.”

Yuuri promptly choked on his water, heat rising in his cheeks.

“Say, Yuuri,” Victor pronounced his name in a gentle croon, “tell me more about yourself.”

 .

 Yuuri found himself leaving from university much earlier than usual these days. The traffic was much less than during rush hour, leaving him with more time to explore the city. He’d get off a stop before his apartment every time, taking a shortcut through the park.

The library waited for him every time he emerged from the forest, looking the same as it did when he first arrived. So did Victor, with cups of tea in hand and a fond smile on his lips.

Yuuri at once noticed how no creatures dared to approach him whenever he was in the vicinity of the library. Rather, it was as if he ceased to be able to see them during these times. The relief he felt at this was indescribable, as if the walls around him were taken down and he could breathe freely once more.

“You have that gift, it seems,” Victor once told him in observation. “One that attracts the fae and their favors to you. As with most things, it is both a blessing and a curse.”

It was not at all surprising, Yuuri thought, considering how often he attracted trouble and found himself in problematic, even life-threatening situations for as long as he could remember. Still, he was glad things turned out this way, what with all of it leading up to meeting and spending time with one of his favorite people this often.

He was painfully aware that this was not Victor Nikiforov, but still. Still.

A couple of weeks passed, and Yuuri started spending all-nighters in the library doing his homework. Dinner was always a hearty experience, even with just the two of them exchanging stories over piping hot soup and meat pies. It was evident how much Victor enjoyed having someone around after so long, having expressed as much to Yuuri one night over fruit and wine.

“Twenty-three is quite a small number, if you ask me. You still have a lot to learn.”

“You’re not much older, either, Victor.”

“At least I’m young and handsome. I’ll miss looking like this after you stop coming here.”

And it pained Yuuri to see the longing in those blue eyes, but he knew that this, too, will soon end.

Still, he wished it never would. Not that wishes ever came true, anyway.

He was terribly, painfully aware of that.

 .

 One day, Victor gave Yuuri an old picture book.

It was a thin, hard-bound copy of what seemed like an old Russian fairy tale, if the colorful phoenix was of any indication. Yuuri began to untie the straw cord that was wrapped around it, but Victor immediately seized his hand.

“Don’t open it yet,” he said, a bit too firmly than what Yuuri was used to. He caught himself quickly, however, immediately loosening his grip.

“It’s a surprise, Yuuri,” he added, with a forced smile. And as if that weren’t cryptic enough: “Promise me.”

The look in Victor’s eyes pleaded with Yuuri to not ask. It hurt so much.

“... Okay, I guess. But how do I know?”

“Trust me, you’ll know when.”

 .

 Yuuri often recalled this moment, as Victor suddenly became more distant from him. They still spent time together every day, but fewer and fewer words were exchanged between them, until everything blurred into a massive cloud of awkward silence.

The book-- Victor’s gift, remained their sole connection to each other. It was constantly by his side, reminding him of the friendship they had. The day he’d gotten it felt like it only happened yesterday, and he would regret--

Even though he promised not to open it.

Blinking back his tears, Yuuri excused himself, asking to go home.

He saw, too, in the way Victor’s blue eyes were dark and hazy, how much this hurt him-- both of them. But he wanted to believe, still. There had to be a reason.

It came the next day, unexpectedly, when Yuuri found an empty lot where the library used to stand.

 .

 Yuuri didn’t know how long he had been asleep for. His body felt unusually exhausted for some reason, and it felt as if he’d forgotten something for the day. Nothing in his apartment was out of place, however, and the trash had already been brought out.

He can’t even remember what he had been crying about.

He decided to get food, just in case.

Every step he took away from the building felt heavy, and a voice repeatedly echoed in his mind to return home. He did not heed it, deeming himself far past the stage of fearing monsters at his age.

There are no monsters, Yuuri told himself, before moving on.

It did not assuage the unease in his heart at all.

Something-- something , nagging at the back of his mind--

No sooner had he exited the bakery than the ground shook beneath his feet, causing him to lose balance and fall hard on his back. The few people left on the street started running for cover, one of whom dropped a handful of silver coins that rolled to where he lay. The resulting reflection of lights blinded Yuuri, and for a moment he thought he saw an old house on fire, a flash of silver hair--

“Forgive me.”

The bread rolls Yuuri bought joined the coins on the floor, dirtied and forgotten.

 .

 Yuuri’s lungs burned painfully, the need for oxygen rapidly overtaking the fatigue in his legs. But he ran, still, as far as his legs would take him. He didn’t know where he was headed, but his body seemed to remember where to go.

There was somewhere-- someone he needed to be with.

And he was close-- very, terribly close--

 He finally collapsed on the pavement before a seemingly-empty lot, where a dilapidated, empty house burned brightly between rows of apartments. Heavy chains clinked in the distance, as if being dragged, growing louder by the second.

The last thing Yuuri heard is his name being shouted in agony before his world turned black.

 .

 “--uri! Yuuri! Wake up!”

Yuuri was vigorously shaken awake by firm hands and an panicked voice, claws digging deep into his shoulders. The air around him was hot, and the sky blackened with thick smoke.

Without warning, he found himself being pulled away by another set of claws much longer than the first. He is greeted by a large, humanoid creature with long, stringy hair, a scarred, blackened face, and pointed teeth.

“Mine,” it hissed. “You’re mine.”

The rusalka .

It had come back to take his life.

Yuuri’s eyed promptly widened in terror. He was going to die this time, for real.

All of a sudden, everything came rushing back-- the creatures, the house, Victor--

Suddenly, as if an answer to his unsaid prayer, chains were wrapped around the rusalka’s neck, causing it to fall to the ground as it gasped for breath. The first set of arms wrapped themselves around him, and there was Victor again, crying on his shoulder.

“Yuuri… Yuuri…”

Still bewildered, Yuuri raised a hand to gently stroke Victor’s hair. It was not the thick, shiny, perfectly maintained mane that he once knew from before-- that is to say, there was none. His face was that of an older man’s, with multiple wrinkles and scars, and pointed ears akin to those of elven folk. Only the voice it produced was that of Victor’s, Yuuri realized.

But how, he wanted to ask. He did not understand.

“ Domovoy, ” Victor spoke, as if sensing Yuuri’s confusion. “In a sense, I am what you’d call a household god, similar to your country’s zashiki-warashi .”

“I was supposed to protect this library at all costs. But I was weak.” Victor laughs dejectedly, tears running down his aged eyes. “I couldn’t prevent this from happening. I couldn’t protect you.”

Yuuri bit his lip, slowly putting everything together. “You knew it was coming back. So you sent me away.”

“Oh, who knows?” Victor’s hold on Yuuri suddenly weakened, his strength finally leaving him.

“Victor!”

“No, Yuuri, listen to me.” Victor looked up at him, his ocean blue ones clearer than ever despite his appearance. “You are strong. You know this. Think of everything you’ve been through.

“Stop talking, please!”

“Those hardships you’ve been through-- don’t let it go to waste. Only you can decide what to make of them.”

Yuuri did not respond anymore, cradling Victor’s form in his trembling arms. Smiling, Victor produced a worn, rusted band, placing it into the center of Yuuri’s palm. “A remembrance of me?”

It was very much like him, Yuuri thought, charming until the last moment. He might have loved Victor-- this domovoy , he realized. Was it because he was Victor, or was it something else? Why did all this happen?

Yuuri wept silently as everything faded away, and he was left there, all alone.

He’d never know now.

 .

 A year passed in the blink of an eye.

Everyone was surprised at how much more outgoing Yuuri had now become. Minako had been the most shocked, immediately attributing the change to a newfound boyfriend.

“But I don’t have one, Minako- sensei .”

“Then explain that ring on your finger,” she accused. “You don’t just suddenly get an ancient heirloom like that from anywhere. Now spill.”

Had Takeshi known of this, too, he wouldn’t ever hear the end of it. Funny really, how things turned out. Victor certainly would laugh.

“It’s… a charm,” he settled on saying. “From someone I got to know.”

“Hmmmm,” Minako nodded slowly, unconvinced. This Yuuri did not deign to reply. It was, after all, a part-truth, in his defense. He noted how he isn’t able to see the creatures ever since he had it in his possession. It was as if Victor had set him free, in a way.

The ring, although very important in itself, was not as close to his heart as Minako thought.

Once she finally left him alone, Yuuri brought out the old picture book from his bag. Its cover had lost much of its shine over the past year, and its pages have slowly become tattered. He flipped through each page slowly, tears brimming in his eyes.

A story was written on it, in Yuuri’s own handwriting.

It took him half a year to get over everything that had happened, before he finally decided it was time to read the book Victor had given him. It was all blank paper, save for the first page, on which were written: “Once upon a time.”

It was his second most precious treasure.

Meeting Victor was the first.

He was the gift that changed Yuuri’s life.

[claramarla]

Page 1 of 5 that will be in the 2nd edition of the YOI Literature Digital Magazine which will be available for purchase Aug 18th!

The theme was Time, and my submission will be part of the NSFW appendix

[abarero]

Here’s a preview of my story for @yoilitmag Issue 3~! {teaser image here}

Human spaceships were too quiet.

Victor, far too used to the quarian ships that were often salvage jobs with odds and ends for parts, was used to a ship where a quiet engine meant it had probably stopped working. He wasn’t that surprised that he’d been unable to sleep in the room aboard the Yu-Topia he’d been given, drifting to the starboard observation deck in hopes the scenery and being directly above the engines might calm him down some.

So far, it wasn’t working.

Space was just so vast, stars and planets twinkling like glitter strewn across the galaxy; all of them but pinpricks that held entire worlds and civilizations upon them. It made Victor feel so small and insignificant, as if his treatment on the Citadel hadn’t done that already.

He curled in on himself a little more, clutching his knees to his chest. Maybe he should’ve just let the commander take him back home and let them deal with the geth since they were clearly more qualified.

The door slid open at that, its soft hiss like everything else on the ship- too quiet.

Victor looked up and realized it was the human commander. He looked quite different now, no longer in his armored suit, pale peach arms visible and a skin tight black shirt with the stripes of the ship’s insignia across one shoulder. Victor felt his heart skip a beat, for a human without bulky armor was probably the closest any alien came to quarian physiques; and, well, at least by quarian standards, Commander Katsuki was gorgeous.

“Oh. Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you.”

Victor offered a smile before remembering the opacity on his helmet’s faceplate was probably too high for anyone to see in. He held up his hands instead.

“No, it’s fine! I was just thinking it was too quiet, anyways.”

Yuuri quirked an eyebrow- such a small but useful gesture these humans had!- and quietly moved to sit opposite Victor.

“Is everything all right? I know today was probably pretty stressful.”

It had indeed been rather eventful, for once Victor had given his data to the Council they’d authorized him to work with Yuuri and his crew to see if they could disable the signal controlling the geth.

“I think I’m still kind of in shock that anyone listened to me.”

The human’s expression became sympathetic at that and before Victor knew it, he’d reached over a hand to rest it upon Victor’s arm.

“I can’t speak for anyone else, but I’m always willing to listen. Whether it’s about your research or anything else.”

Victor stared at the hand, wondering if human skin was as soft to the touch as it looked; but he began to ramble before he could dwell on it any further.

“Thank you. I think it’s because of our suits. I guess it’s hard to trust someone if you can’t see their face.”

Inwardly, Victor thought even kind Yuuri probably didn’t find the envirosuit a good look, but what could they do? Quarian immune systems were far too weak to handle living anywhere but on Rannoch and the geth had driven them from there ages ago.

But Yuuri’s eyes swept from his head, with its magenta tinted helmet faceplate and ceremonial tallis hood wrapping around it, to his feet, his lower legs bowed back further than humans and leading to only two large toes. To Victor’s surprise, Yuuri gave him a shy smile.

“I’ve not seen a quarian’s suit quite like yours before. Is there a special reason for it?”

It was an honest question. Victor was well-aware most envirosuits were in shades of gray or black with colored accents; a stark contrast to his which was silver and white with only a splash of black. Then again, most quarians didn’t have Victor’s extra-sensitive immune system.

He sighed. “I need an advanced model for my health. That’s why I started my pilgrimage so late.”

“Oh. Well.” Yuuri suddenly darted his eyes away. “It’s very… princely. I think.”

This time, Victor was eternally grateful for the opacity, for he was sure that his pale lavender skin had surely blushed scarlet at his kind words.

He quickly changed the topic to the technical specs of the spaceship, hoping that thinking about that might get his heart to stop racing; but somewhere along the line, Yuuri changed the topic back to Victor and his life, for the good commander was incredibly interested in the cultures and lives of other aliens and wanted to know everything he could about Victor.

The pair were found the next morning by Phichit, both of them having fallen asleep on the observation deck, slumped into one another; and as flustered as that made Victor, he noticed that Yuuri’s cheeks were equally so, in that adorable rosy pink hue upon his pleasant peach skin.

[louciferish]

Rating: T Pairing: Victuuri Length: 4,275 Tags: Time Travel, Canon Compliant, Fluff and Humor, First Meetings Summary: Yuuri was just a kid the first time he saw Victor in person, and he remembers it with startling, obsessive clarity. Victor remembers nothing. That’s exactly how Yuuri wanted it. It seemed like a good idea at the time - for the best, really - but now Victor’s here, in his parents’ home, and Yuuri’s not sure how to cope with the fact that their “first” meeting at the Sochi Grand Prix was, in fact, the fifth. Written for @yoilitmag issue 2. Victor raised a hand to feel his head, and Yuuri gasped. He felt his legs turn to stone. Oh no. Oh no. Victor was going to find out who threw it, and then he would hate Yuuri. Tears sprung to the corners of his eyes. He should never have brought the toy at all. He shouldn’t have thrown it. In that moment, all he wanted was to be able to take it back. The chatter of the announcers stopped short. The rink went dead silent. Yuuri looked over at Yuuko in alarm, only to find her frozen mid-jump, her arms still raised high above her head. Yuuri blinked, and a flood of sound came rushing back into the arena. On the rink below, Victor was in the final spin of his program. Yuuri had just seen this skate, but here it was, happening again. His fingers dug into something soft, and he looked down to find the little toy poodle still clutched between his hands. As the music faded and Victor held his final pose, triumphant, Yuuri lowered himself back into his seat. Read the rest on AO3

[pikkart]

My full piece (and some close-ups) for the 1st Issue of @yoilitmag. The theme was light and I took that… too literal. 8D; It’s a ballet AU with a Victuuri blacklight performances!

Make sure to check out Issue #2, which is being released today!

[ashiiblack]

Shall We Read: Issue Three Preview

This is a preview for my @yoilitmag fic! Make sure to check out all of the great fic and beautiful artwork featured in this issue! (And yes, I couldn’t resist the opportunity to write a little Chris too!)

Text:

“You should ask him to dance, Leroy.”

JJ spun around, mortified. “What do you mean?”

Chris raised his eyebrows at him. “You’ve been watching him all evening. I’m sure he would dance with you if you asked.”

“I — um —“

“You guys have gotten close while he’s been in Canada, haven’t you?”

He could feel himself blushing. Why did Chris want to know this stuff? Chris and Yuri weren’t even friends. “Yeah.”

“It’s been two years since Isabella left, hasn’t it?”

JJ bit his lip and nodded. He didn’t like thinking about that low point of his life.

Chris slung his arm around JJ’s shoulders. “Have you dated anyone since then?”

“No.” He shook his head, embarrassed.

“It’s him, isn’t it?”

He let out a long sigh. “It’s been him for longer than I care to admit.”

“I thought so.” Chris gave JJ’s shoulders a squeeze.

“Do you think he knows?”

Chris laughed. “Yuri is a bit of an idiot when it comes to relationships. Look at the string of boys he’s dated. He doesn’t go after anyone who could actually make him happy.”

JJ didn’t miss the silent implication that he could make Yuri happy. His heart soared. “I want to tell him tonight.”

[skateonme]

In a field speckled with show tents at the edge of town, there was a balance to uphold to keep their world tethered and secure. The matter of merely existing was the responsibility of everyone - whether one harnessed a piece of the world or not, all must witness those who did so that they could believe in the world, and therefore it would exist.

There was Mila, was carried the sun like it was a toy ball, but then healed all with its light; Yuri, who beheld the core of creation through space’s infinite pathways; Otabek, who rose mountains and braided roots; Chris, who ensured the night fell; Phichit, who checked that the moon rose with it so that they might still have light.

There was so many, and they were to all be believed in, and so it was quite irresponsible that Viktor only wanted to see the winter tent every time Yuuri had a show.

But look at the magic here!

Yuuri whited out the walls of the tent until everyone was forced to blink against the brightness. And then they were standing in a forest. Bustling green was replaced with settling white. Trunks were burst from a frozen ground of discolored old leaves and snow weighed thick on trees over every branch.

And it was still, and silent, so much like the sharp quietness that came with the night, yet the sun glittered bright beyond the limbs.

Their breaths puffed visibly in front of them.

Winter was a dead thing, Viktor learned. But it was also beautiful.

read more here and visit @yoilitmag​ for more previews, info, and previous issues! much love went into this entire project.

[cyanoscarlet]

Preview for my piece for the third issue of @yoilitmag. Went with more of a fantasy approach than a traditional space story for this one. Those of you who may have seen The Ancient Magus’ Bride OVA may know where this is headed.

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“Where exactly am I?”

“A library, as you can see. Not an ordinary one, though, as you’ve probably guessed.”

This is definitely not how Yuuri imagined how his first conversation with Victor would go. He’d only seen the Russian star once or twice on TV during the last Winter Games, but for some reason, Victor was the last person he thought of before he ended up in this… situation.

“Are you really… Victor?”

This earned a chuckle in response, and the dimple that formed when he smiled was adorable. “Yes and no. Do I look like him to you?”

With an audible gulp, Yuuri nodded.

“Then I am Victor.”

Victor - or whoever this was, smiled warmly at him. “Why this person?”

The question, spoken in Victor’s voice, from Victor’s own lips, was nothing short of strange, to say the least. The resemblance was definitely more than striking, it was like he was exactly the same person. For Yuuri, however, this did not explain anything.

After a moment of contemplation, Victor laughed heartily. “I see. You must be fond of him.”

Yuuri promptly choked on his water, heat rising in his cheeks.

“Say, Yuuri,” Victor pronounced his name in a gentle croon, “tell me more about yourself.”

[yoilitmag]

Introducing Issue 3 Artist, crimson-chains!

A pineapple who is shooting for her dreams!!! Grew arms and legs to bring art into the world, a terrifying being.

With unrivaled skill in remodeling the familiar into the new, and making the new feel familiar, @crimson-chains is continuously creating new worlds, characters and situations to enthrall her audience. Her striking brushwork, inimitable style, and soft yet vibrant colors never fail to turn even the darkest subjects into something utterly magical. Between the fluff and the comedy, the charm and the heart, one dive into her art will have you willingly not coming back for air ever again. 

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[ghostlybl]

Preview of my piece in @yoilitmag Issue two! 

I’ve spent my young days chasing after you... And now...

Please support this project if you can. A lot of great artists and writers are included. I can’t wait to read those fics and see those artworks! :3

[lauravian]

My full piece for the pilot issue of @yoilitmag 

[abarero]

@yoilitmag​ shall be launching into orbit for Issue 3 soon and so here’s a little teaser promo for my story. Because when I hear space, I hear “let’s romance some aliens” and there’s no better inspiration for that than Mass Effect. :)

Here’s the crew of the Earth Alliance ship Yu-Topia. human commander Yuuri Katsuki, quarian engineer Victor’Tasi nar Mizpah, turian soldier Guang Hong Ji, salarian scientist Phichit Chulanont and angara duelist Leo de la Iglesia.