Leavah

Just refinished Kunikuzushi. The ending is writen so good that it made me cry once again. Even if i already knew the ending i hoped to see y/n and Scaramouche together at the end when i started to the first chapter. But the angst one is still good too. I'm thanking and congratulating you for writing such a good fic. 

Finished university ^^; I'm taking free requests in my discord server gg/hoyo to get me back on board with writing fanfics. SFW & NSFW slots available, but mostly one shots or short-length fics sorry <3

the ratio book >>>

PREVIEW: To Gift a Stellaron
          • Honkai: Star Rail
          • Blade × GN Reader
          
          At long last, it appeared as though you were finally making progress, breaking through that ice-cold shell of a Stellaron Hunter and communicating with him at a reasonable level. Blade hadn't moved an inch since your questions just kept coming. He shot you a glare from the corner of his eye, eyelids low and eyes sharps as they sliced through your body like a weapon. He refrains from turning around but silently admits to himself that there is a subtle hint of curiosity lingering as he awaits your question. 
          
          Despite how obviously impolite it was for him to face the opposing direction, Blade's ears were keen and listening. "Are you allowed to share anything you might know about my memories?" Then his eyes defer elsewhere, repeating your words in his mind and pondering how to respond.
          
          "No."
          "...Care to elaborate?"
          
          The stagnant answer caused you to cross your arms in disappointment, not content with such a dry answer. Knowing how awful Blade is when it comes to communication, you expected some level of decency at least when it came to discussing memories - something you both seem to lack.
          
          Once again, he pauses. Little by little, you started to think that he does this on purpose in an attempt to lead you on through meaningless anticipation. Perhaps he did need to elaborate, but would he? That's the golden question. The hunter's gaze averts entirely, returning to his neutral and unfeeling self. No words leave his lips as they thinned in deep contemplation. His potential words would alter the outcome of your 'relationship', so he had to weigh such power on an imaginary scale.

I might randomly drop a book of unfinished or scrapped wips. Only just went through my notes and realised how many there were. ESPECIALLY scaramonabedo bye

PREVIEW: Sinner
          • Overwatch
          • Ramattra x Fem!Reader
          • NSFW
          
          Shambali Monastery; who knew that a single hunch on the dreaded organisation's leader would be as simple as it were today? Though, could you really call this situation simple? Trapped between a stone cold wall and two pairs of arms belonging to a lone omnic? Trapped with no limbs to spare as your legs curled pathetically around its body? 
          
          There, with your back scraping against the wall, Ramattra administrated his duty against unwelcome human guests in an explicitly unorderly fashion. Two large metallic hands had grasped your wrists to pin them harshly against that same wall, while the other pair of arms were tightly entombed around your waist preventing all means of escape.
          
          "You humans are always so despicably entitled." The grumble of the omnic's voice leeched through one ear and out the other as a melodically hypnotising call of chaos. "No matter how many lessons you are taught, it is as they say: you cannot teach an old dog new tricks." Ramattra almost spat the last few words at you with a tone brimming with hatred. He cared not for your reasons, but instead the faults that followed as consequences. He assumed that teaching you good from bad, right from wrong, would do the world some justice through his eyes. "Not a shred of decency in those eyes of yours."
          
          And he was right: you never outwardly stated your intentions for wandering in a place far and unknown to your own kind. Though you had an excuse to venture, you never imagined using it to intrude on matters related to Null Sector. You were here for Ramattra, himself, not his ties to the terrorist organisation. This so-called decency flew right past your mind the moment you laid eyes on him. Being pressed against him was a dream, moreso than seeing him with your own two eyes.
          
          From his perspective, you were invading his home to source more accurate intel with the intent to escape. Alive. But this couldn't be further from the truth.

PREVIEW: Risk Assessment
          • Overwatch
          • Mauga x Fem!Reader
          • NSFW
          
          Closing the distance between the two of you, you ducked your head under loose wiring, tip-toed over a missing floorboard and stood a couple meters from Mauga's position. His gruelling smile worked wonders on you. His intention was never to insight fear on you, or anyone for that matter, but instead toy with others as if it were a game - though it was contradictory to his mannerisms, as he often played with no rules. 
          
          He stands to attention, resting down his signature guns and stepping closer to you. His body is overwhelmingly large compared to yours - or any humans', as a matter of fact. Seeing no further need to keep his guard up in case any uninvited guests took your place, Mauga's expression softened and he scooped in for a hug. "I came for you, sweetheart." 
          
          Having such a close relationship to a mercenary was in strict violation of every law that you stood for. It was an honest shock to see how Mauga had turned to a life of crime after waking from that hospital bed. Sure, you were bound to part ways, but never did you think it would be anything as it were today. How Mauga could so casually and uncaringly destroy a building just to make a scene and draw you close simply baffled you. But there were no other thoughts to his actions. This was the most peaceful approach h could take in order to find time alone with you. 
          
          Thinking upon his complex circumstances, you couldn't help but feel a tangible hint of pity for having to go such lengths for this. It was clear that he wished to maintain a strong bond with you, and he did everything within his power to prove that. And so, you returned the hug, albeit you couldn't fit your arms around his body. Mauga was content that you had relaxed in his presence. With work mode now officially out the window, he could hold a conversation with you - not an interrogation.

Commissions will be finished up soon and closed for a while so I can concentrate on my assignments. 
          
          Afterwards, I want to get back into the habit of writing what *I* take interest in, so comms requests will be closed for a while. I wanna write some Overwatch characters rn because............ (': <3

PREVIEW: Darling
          • Genshin Impact
          • Clorinde x Fem!Reader
          • NSFW
          
          Of course, chaos ensued the moment she stepped foot dripping wet and parading as if it were the social norm. The corridor erupted into a discord of questioning, and the worries of scatter-brained maids hurriedly leapt out of their positions to scurry to Clorinde’s aid. You stood there, remaining perfectly still with your head lowered, knowing just how carefree Clorinde seemed to be about such a miniscule disruption to her day. She walked past the crowd of maids with ease, her heels alerting everyone present that she was not intending to spare idle chatter while drenched in her uniform. 
          
          "Your orders, Miss Clorinde?" A tone as delicate and saccharine as the lady whom you accepted commands from, your words were the most comforting noise audible amidst the ruckus. The moment you heard those same heels pause by your side, a subtle smile spread across your lips.
          
          Clorinde began by listing the events that maids would often tend to. "I’ve already shared some tea with Wriothesley - I used that opportunity to dry my hair. Most of the deeds were executed by the Duke himself, so I needn’t make you all worry with much more- actually," Clorinde folded her arms over her chest in thought before turning to you, "Just a bath will do for now. A bath and a change of clothes. Thank you."
          
          "Of course, my lady."

Happy new year ^^ <3