loveririska

[loveririska]

Rules and information

rules:

There is no place for racism/Nazism in my public.

No politics, no disputes/insults to religion.

There is no gender discrimination. there is no need to condemn the tastes and views of other people.

information :

I write, most often, according to my mood.

But there will be posts once or twice a week.

Please specify the requests so that you and I get what we wanted.

I have the right not to accept your request if I didn't like it/ it doesn't suit me.

sometimes, my drawings will appear.

[loveririska]

Let's get acquainted!

Hello everyone. You can contact me - Riris.

I am 27 years old, I am from Russia. I've been watching anime since I was 12, so I write on many titles. You can make a request and I will write if you watched the title. I will not list everything already.

I use my character in drabbles (I like details when I write.) But if you leave the specifics, I'll write with your character

I'm a beginner author here. I write headcannons and drabbles on anime such as:

• Naruto

• Bleach

• Fairy Tail

• Haikyuu!

• Hunter x hunter

• JJK

• and many others.

I write about everything, the only thing is that I don't really like "dirty" sex.

My requests are open!

[loveririska]

Snow in the ocean.

Night slowly covers the city, turning the lights on in the buildings. Each light in the window represents a separate life, a separate story. In one window, a girl is going out on a date; in another window, someone is feeling lonely; and in the next building, a family is gathering for dinner. Today, the light is off in the apartment of the blonde man. He is mentally exhausted today, stronger than usual. After changing into his homemade clothes and removing his contact lenses, he simply lay in bed, covering his eyes with his hands. There was no desire for anything, not even his rumbling stomach could lift him up.

Devastation.

A lot has happened in recent days, and Kurapika's nervous system has given out. He needs rest, which he hasn't seen yet. Wearing a mask and sensory overload harasses the hunter every day. But this is the work that brings him closer to his desired revenge. His nervous system is just a small price to pay for achieving his goal.

Kurapika doesn't want to live, let alone eat.

Thoughts are depressing. Every time he wonders why he is the only one who survived, and if he hadn't left, how things would have turned out. Did he die with everyone or did he save anyone? At least one person from the clan would have been the anchor that kept him in this world. Sometimes, Kurapika wondered what he would do next after he had done justice. It is unlikely he will be able to lead a quiet life.

He needs an anchor.

The night chill creeps into the young man's bedroom, touching his bare skin. He doesn't feel the aura of bloodlust, and only a hunter or a killer can climb through the window on the 7th floor. Careful and almost silent footsteps are heard closer to the bed. On the other side of Hunter's , someone's weight is crushing the bed. The night visitor lies down without saying a word with his head on Hunter's chest, hugging him slightly with one arm. A familiar scent hits Kurapika's nose. He breathes it in with his whole body and squeezes the woman's body in his arms. The warmth of another body seems to envelope his wounded heart, calming his exhausted soul. He's grateful that she knows what to do in such moments. There are no questions, no unnecessary noises. Just quiet breathing.

She's his ocean.

She smells like the sea, which is not surprising considering where she comes from. She's cold, and the blonde guesses that the local climate isn't for her, but she's still nearby. He understands that a regular job as a chef in a restaurant is her not life, but he also understands her dream. How could she make such sacrifices just to be with him? They may not see each other for weeks, but she accepts everything and understands. He appreciates her, and she's a reliable ally who understands his desire for revenge, while being strong, kind, and ruthless at the same time.

And now he just wants to melt into her like snow in the ocean.

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I wrote under the mood. It's easier for me to substitute my character (I like to point at ditali), but you can imagine yourself in her place. (as I do)

!!!!English is not my native language, all questions are for the translator! sorry…!!!