Hey, you can call me V or Sai, or even just plain evil. Either one works. I've been writing for as long as I can remember, scaring my Kindergarten teacher with stories of twisted fairy tales. So long story short, I really love writing and reading since they are the two main outlets in my life from everyday stress... you know, when I'm not crying over fictional gay characters.

After being on Fanfiction for... I think four years now, I have read some incredible stories, made new friendships from people all around the world, and I have been able to share my stories (even if they aren't that great) with other people. I enjoy meeting new writers, and even just readers on here. If you would like to talk, feel free to drop a casual "Hi" in my PM. I will not find it intrusive in anyway, but really welcome it. I love making new friends! Even if you just want to ramble about your favorite character, I'm all ears. With that being said, I hope to hear from all of you sooner or later. Take care, and thanks for reading if you've gotten down this far!

((I will also beta-read, though since I lost a fight with FFnet's beta-read profile thing, my profile is not up. Nonetheless, if you want me to edit your work, just send me a PM and I'll see what I can do.))

Other Links:

Fanfiction: Yue Sai, and Arkham Phoenix (shared account with my best friend, Sai'mne)

AO3: ComposerofDiscord (currently transferring stories there, and will be posting new ones to this account too)

Tumblr: yuesai, plotbunny-bite-me (this is my anime writing blog so story updates, and additional drabbles that are not posted here, will be posted there), and alienswearglasses (which is another writing blog but for DC comics with additional drabbles that are not posted here)

Profile Art: さようなら,アートArtist: うさぎ

One Art

The art of losing isn't hard to master;
so many things seem filled with the intent
to be lost that their loss is no disaster,

Lose something every day. Accept the fluster
of lost door keys, the hour badly spent.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

Then practice losing farther, losing faster:
places, and names, and where it was you meant
to travel. None of these will bring disaster.

I lost my mother's watch. And look! my last, or
next-to-last, of three loved houses went.
The art of losing isn't hard to master.

I lost two cities, lovely ones. And, vaster,
some realms I owned, two rivers, a continent.
I miss them, but it wasn't a disaster.

- Even losing you (the joking voice, a gesture
I love) I shan't have lied. It's evident
the art of losing's not too hard to master
though it may look like (Write it!) like a disaster.

Elizabeth Bishop

(This is just a poem I really like, and sort of... I don't know. I guess it explains a little of why I like to write drama)