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[ravencincaide]

hi raven ! im kinda worried bout you, could you give me an update on how things are going for you ?

Hey Lilbearie (And other wonderful people following my profile) First I'd like to say I'm sorry. I said I'd be coming back around summer after all my classes were done and stuff. Unfortunately my mental health has taken a huge dive for the worse and I've and somehow managed to basically sleep away whole of June and July. All the time I wasn't in class or taking care of animals, or in gym I was sleeping. Not graceful, I know. And I'm sorry. Somehow social media and my social life overall has just kinda.. disappeared. So, I'm so sorry for worrying you! It wasn't intentionally. I would love to make excuses and say a lot is going on in my life and all that beautiful stuff but honestly, I'm just a depressed, tired, sick-of-life 25 year old. I hope to put the pieces back together sooner rather than later and slowly bring new life to this blog. God knows I wanna come back and miss you lots <3 Hope you're doing lovely Hugs and kisses Raven

[raven-cincaide]

Give me some tissues. I’m legit crying over your day 2 of Flufftober.

Oh I'm sorry *Hands tissues* I didn't intend to make you cry? I kinda thought it was sweet.. oppsie? Still hope it was satisfying tears at least? Also huuuuge thanks for reading and rebloging <3 <3 You made my shitty evening fantastic and now I can skip off to bed with a smile <3

[ravencincaide]

While I don’t block blogs as of right now (because I'm too busy to be playing monitor police. But maybe I should) I have to agree that it’s annoying, at times even discouraging to see like after like after like without comments, reblogs or any other engagement. Just spam liking everything in sight which can make me miss important things, like you know, comments and taggs which actually make a difference. Fact of the matter is, unfortunately, likes don’t do much besides being a personal bookmark of sorts on this platform. "But why do I have to do it? I can just read without engagement and then you'll get even less" Well first I won't get less because likes don't give traction to my blog. They don't get more people to see my stuff, to encourage me to keep writing, ball ideas with me and more importantly, they don't get people with similar mindsets to engage with me. You know; talk, chatt, send inboxes that aren't 'write this thing I want and DO IT NOW'. They also aren't an indication of my writing. Most of the time the fics with high hearts are the ones I like least. So, rather than be a reflection of my writing, they're just the things my current active fanbase ON THIS SITE prefer; before it was NSFW now its fluff, next who knows. Secondly; many creators on here, be it writers, artists or whatever you share, are doing it to build their name. Their trademark so to speak. To have a fanbase, to have those precious readers who read, comment and send suggestions to their writers (like good old fanfic community!) That you like a fic I have is of course amazing and appreciated but it's not really helping me become a better version of me. It's not really making writing all that fun either when it's reduced to a capitalistic 'provide provide provide for fast consumption' thingy. Me and a lot of creators are sharing content we spend hours on with you. For free. Instead of hiding it behind paywalls, or re-writing it into a "50 shades of grey" kinda thing or just.. not sharing. So please be a little appreciative and nice to writers and artists. If you want to keep us around that is. *Answer for Anon who made a comment about me not blocking blogs.

a friendly reminder 🙃

Some of you are new here, and I won't fault you for that. Some of you are learning or re-learning stuff here. That's okay.

but please for the love of fucking everything holy

PLEASE DONT BE THIS PERSON

Please don't spam like, thinking you're doing something. It does absolutely nothing to help us authors out.

It's also fucking annoying. Even more so when you look like a goddamned bot 😀

Spam liking without reblogging, looking like a bot, and/or having no age in your bio, IS AN AUTOMATIC BLOCK.

and this isn't just from me. You will be blocked by so many other authors as well.

please, if you aren't familiar with Tumblr or fandom etiquette, there are SO MANY posts about it. If you need any help navigating, I promise my DMs and ask box are ALWAYS open for questions. I've been there. I made mistakes too. But I learned. Y'all need to, too.

[seiwas]

Hey there! I saw your one-year anniversary collab and absolutely loved the idea! Although I'm quite a new reader of your stuff (and JJK fandom overall, although I've been writing for a long while for BSD on @ravencincaide in case you need a sample of my writing), could I join the collab with some lovely JJK characters? I would love to write either a SFW Megumi Fushiguro fic from this account, which is my main one. Or in a month or so (once it's properly set up) a NSFW fic from my NSFW account, @miss-cincaide, in which case I'd be more likely a Sukuna fic.

Since I think you have a better idea of how many collab requests you have and what you're looking for, I'm fine with either :) Also since I'm writing this 5 min before an exam I don't have any details set. But thought I'd reach out while I have fools bravery from coffee and adrenaline!

Once again huge thanks for reading this and sorry if I'm bothering Much Love ~Raven

hi raven! nice to meet you 🥺 i'm so happy you like my anniv collab!

of course you may join in!! i don't need samples nor do i check 🥹 my only requirements for joining my collab are: that you be 18 or above, that you stick with the theme, and that you express an interest to join 🥹

you are so sweet sending this in with fools bravery from coffee and adrenaline dfajsd i relate 🥹 i'll be adding in both in the masterlist, just so you have options when you decide to write 🥹 you can let me know eventually if you'll choose to write one over the other or both 🥹

join my one year anniversary collab here!

[bloodycotton]

Day seven, okey, this whole tober thing is way harder than i thought.

Prompts by: @raven-cincaide-words

(English is NOT my first language)

Day 7.- Soul Mates

Daryl Dixon (The Walking Dead, 2010) x Fem!reader

When night fell on the road and the sounds of the wandering dead were all you could hear, the most terrifying thing was that you couldn't see them. And sometimes, when you did manage to see them, it was too late, so the nights were the most difficult, the most uncomfortable and the most dangerous. 

You slept as much as you could and where you could, trying to stay alert for any kind of threat, dead or alive. Every little sound put you on the defensive, the rustle of dry leaves, the small twigs breaking as animals passed overhead. 

The higher above the ground you slept, the better you were able to fall asleep, even if your body complained about the discomfort, and you were sore, sleeping in the trees was the safest option you had in mind. 

A month and a couple of weeks had passed since the dead populated the land, and only a couple of the living were left fighting for their lives. You included. 

If finding your soul mate was difficult before, now it was impossible, but you had the consolation that this person was still alive for you, because soul mates had a special connection, a shared empathy, they felt each other's emotions. And you could feel everything he or she felt. 

And you were worried, he was lonely, anxious, distressed, fatigued and couldn't sleep even for a second, something was wrong with him, and you were scared that you couldn't help him before something bad happened to him, that you couldn't get to your soul mate before death claimed him. 

That's why you were trying so hard to survive, to stay calm, to at least give a little peace of mind to the other end of the loop, as another night fell on their heads. 

What you didn't expect was to find a little girl running from a walker in the middle of the woods, almost across an internal Georgia road. You helped her, of course you helped her, she was no more than ten years old, and she looked exhausted and scared, more than scared she was terrified. 

With precise movements you raised your weapon and took down the walkers, bringing them both to safety, setting off on a journey to the road where she had told you her mother would be waiting for her, but your heart broke when you saw no one, only the pile of abandoned cars. 

Her little hand squeezed yours, you were sure she was distraught. "Do you have any idea where they were?" You asked her, maybe they had left some kind of directions they could follow or some clue as to where her mother might be. 

"Just up ahead" I pointed to the little girl, Sophia, as she had said herself, her name was when you saved her from the walkers. 

"Let's go and look for her then" You said trying to sound a bit more hopeful, but there was a knot in your stomach, you didn't want to be negative, but the chances that her mother could be alive were very low. But with a sigh, you decided that you wouldn't leave her alone for anything in the world. 

You both walked into the tangle of cars, the sound of your soft footsteps contrasting with the thump of your heart pounding in your chest. Without meaning to, the anxiety and anguish was growing in you and Daryl could feel it, he could feel your emotions boiling over, and it scared him, you were always calm, in a state of serenity, he was the anxious one, the one who always put himself in dangerous situations. And those thoughts sent him into a spiral at one of the worst times, for he was supposed to be looking for the girl and some trace that she might be alive, but he was thinking about his soul mate and his growing anxiety while he was on a horse. 

His hands tightened on the rein, and he tried to take slow, deep breaths. When the mare he was on saw a snake, making her jump and dropping him off the small cliff, he yelped in surprise as he was thrown from the saddle and fell to the rocky ground, landing with a groan and a cry of pain as his back hit a large rock and one of his own arrows burying itself in the side of his abdomen.  

A wave of pain and anguish hit you, and you knew he was in danger, and despair washed over you. 

The forest thickened as you moved through it, the trees closing in around you, obscuring the path even further. Sophia was still at your side, her small hand clutched tightly in yours. The fear on her face reminded you how fragile hope was in these times.

You both moved on, the silence of the forest was overwhelming, only interrupted by the rustling of the wind and the rustling of branches. Your mind whirled around your soul mate, growing more and more restless. It wasn't normal for him to feel this way. You knew there must be something else. A shiver ran down your spine as you remembered the connection you shared, that strange empathy that bound you together, as if your hearts beat in unison.

Suddenly, a muffled growl echoed through the trees. Instinctively, you stopped, causing Sophia to stand still beside you.

"What was that?" Sophia asked, her eyes growing wide with fear.

"I don't know," you said, trying to remain calm as you moved a little deeper into the thicket. Every step seemed like an echo, but there was something in the air that pulled you forward, like a tugging at your insides.

Your heart was racing every moment, and then you felt it. A surge of pain and anguish came from your soul mate, a silent scream that echoed in your chest. Without thinking, you began to run, leading Sophia behind you.

You couldn't stop. Anxiety flooded through you, pulling you forward, like a magnet you couldn't ignore.

Finally, you came to a kind of clearing, where the light illuminated a small stream. There, on the ground, with pale skin and an arrow through his side, was a man, and you knew immediately that this man was your soul mate. His face was covered in sweat and a grimace of pain plagued him, as his eyes closed and opened, as if he was struggling to stay conscious.

"Daryl," Sophia murmured behind you, quickly approaching the man lying in the water, Daryl was his name, and you knelt down beside him. The world around you faded away, all that mattered was him. "God... What do I do?" The pain was searing, and you still felt it, which was good, it meant he was still okay, or at least that's what you told yourself. 

He looked at you, confusion and pain reflected in his gaze. "You...?" he murmured, his voice cracking. "Sophia...?" You felt a new surge, but now of reassurance, of relief, Daryl was relieved to see you, you and Sophia safe and sound. 

He didn't know you fully, but he knew who you were, he felt it. 

[saywhatjessie]

He's being so brave about it

Advent Calendar Day 18! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Ice skating | Athlete | Spontaneous Date Fandom: Ted Lasso - Pairing: RoyJamie .3k[Ao3]

Roy clenched his jaw, doing a Sharon approved measured breath before hitting “call”.

“You dying?” Jamie asked, picking up immediately. “Did you fall and you can't get up?”

“No, you fucking muppet,” Roy growled. He paused to take another breath. “No, everything's fine.”

“Then why you calling me?” Jamie said, sounding both irritated and concerned. “Don't you have Phoebe today?”

“Yeah, and you're coming, too.”

“Mint,” Jamie said, immediately sounding happier. “Where we going?”

Roy sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Phoebe wants to go ice skating.”

“Roy, your doctor said–”

“I know what she said, which is why you need to come skate with her.” Roy fumed. “I'm feeling very vulnerable and shit and I'm being so brave asking for your help so can you please shut the fuck up and get fucking ready so you lot can have fun on the ice while I sit with your coats.”

Jamie was quiet, letting Roy breathe on it before speaking. “Yeah, mate,” he said, casually, in the voice Roy knew he used to spare him the embarassment of being treated softly. “‘Course! Little skating date with Phoebs should be fun! I'll bet her she can't do as many laps as me and tire her out real quick.”

Roy snorted. “Not sure about that. She's a proper little athlete now – she trains suicides and everything.”

“Yeah, but you'd never made her do half the shit you make me do. So I think I can still take her.”

Roy grunted, hiding a laugh. “I'll pick you up. We can head over together”

“Yeah, you gonna pick me up?” Jamie teased. “Treaty me nice, see if you get lucky?”

“It’s never luck with you,” Roy said fondly. “You’re a sure thing.”

Jamie laughed. “I definitely am. Love you, see you soon.”

“Love you too.”

[by-speaker]

Rituals (ENG. VER)

Prompts by @raven-cincaide-words and Happy Halloween!

There were rituals that were purely Missa — lighting incense every morning, leaving offerings of fresh bread and water, murmuring blessings in Nahuatl while hanging fresh cempasúchil in the windows. Santa Muerte had its own traditions to uphold, after all.

There were rituals that were uniquely Philza's — boiling water three times for morning tea, hanging horseshoes over every new door, whispering ‘white rabbit’ on the first day of the month. The Angel of Death had his own customs to observe.

And then there were the rituals they had created together, as a family.

Every night, without fail, Missa would tuck Tallulah in while Philza read a story to Chayanne. Then they would exchange children — Philza would kiss Tallulah's forehead and tuck in her nightcap, while Missa would sing softly to Chayanne until his eyes closed. It was their nightly ritual, as sacred as any ceremony.

‘Why do they always have to do everything in that order?’ asked Chayanne once, half asleep.

‘Because that's the way it should be,’ Missa replied simply, running his bony fingers through his son's blond hair. ‘Like the sun rises every morning and the moon rises every night.’

Sundays had their own rituals. Philza refused to do laundry, of course, but he compensated by helping Missa clean the altars. It was a curious sight - Death and the Angel of Death, side by side, dusting off the offerings and swapping wilted flowers for fresh ones.

‘Isn't it a bit redundant that Death has an altar?’ asked Philza once, as she held up a fresh bouquet of cempasúchil.

Missa smiled, his eyes sparkling with amusement beneath his mask. ‘Isn't it redundant that the Angel of Death fears bad luck?’

Tallulah had her own rituals as well. Every morning, without fail, she brushed her hair exactly one hundred times — she had counted it once and refused to do it any other way ever since. Then Missa or Philza (whoever was available) would braid her hair, always ending with a purple ribbon.

‘It has to be purple,’ she insisted in sign language. ‘It's the colour of royalty.’

‘Of course, princess,’ Philza replied each time, as Missa hid his smile behind his mask.

Chayanne, for his part, kept a secret ritual that not even his parents knew about. Every night, before going to sleep, he would take out his Technoblade stuffed animal and tell him about his day in whispers. He would tell her about his training, about Tallulah's antics, about the stories Missa brought back from her travels, about Philza's superstitions.

‘I know it's silly,’ he once confessed to his stuffed animal, ’but I like to think that somehow you can hear me.’

What Chayanne didn't know was that Missa, being who he was, could ensure that somewhere in the afterlife, Technoblade smiled every time he heard his little admirer's stories.

[raven-cincaide-words]

𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴 𝓽𝓸 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓫𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬𝓼

A prompt list for those who feel the need to refresh genres to get back into the hang of writing. Use the words within their genre-categories, take inspiration from the italics line and/or the questions below or play around all across like a writing bingo. The sky is your limit!

Some questions to ask yourself when working with one-word prompts (example with ‘disappointed’)

What does ‘disappointed’ mean? Can you define it in some other way?

How do you usually write it (is it angst?) and can it be the opposite?

Why is the character disappointed? What do they do about it?

How is it expressed/ How does the reader know the character is disappointed?

Why is it important/ Why should the reader care that the character is disappointed? 

Can you twist ‘disappointed’ into something more complicated? What happens next?

And most important of all questions; Why?

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[ravencincaide]

Hello there,

Just read one of your fics, student!reader and Chuuya, "Sssht-oh shit". I had a good laugh, it was very fun. It made me remember my university days. Lovely fic.

Is there a possibility for a part 2?

Hi there! Aww I'm so glad you liked it! Yeah there's nothing like studying at university and then having someone interrupt you. I started sketching the next part but I'm struggling with a few parts. But I'll be sure to tag you once I finally get it out! thank you for reading, asking and have a wonderful end of the year!

[raven-cincaide]

i hope this doesn't sound rude but im pretty sure gege confirmed that uraume was a male in the heian era and got reincarnated in a womans body

Hey there

I hope I don't sound rude back but it's fanfiction, no need to take it so seriously (especially since the very premise of Sukuna taking in a child is pretty outrageous to begin with and besides to my knowledge the only Utaume we have seen was as a woman, even in the last scene) so I thought:

A) a woman was better suited in the context .

B) it's written from the perspective of a child who can be mistaken (if its any consultation for you).

If it bothers you, you're always welcome to just scroll by. I'm sure there are plenty if fics that are more cannon and follow whatever Gege said accurately :)

~Raven

[miss-cincaide]

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[ravencincaide]

hi raven 🤍

he's plotting something

Oh me oh my he really is, must be something devious *grins* can’t wait to know what it is

Also @osachiyo thanks so much for reaching out to me, looking forward to chatting with you and good that you did since I just saw that tumblr unfollowed you but now I fixed it! *grin as apology, side eye glare at tumblr *

[ravencincaide]

Just read the one fic of yours containing dazai with chastity themes and I absolutely loved it. I was wondering if beast!dazai would be more ruthless and brutal than pm!dazai

Hi anon! Better late than never, right? And ohh that's a hard one! I don't necessarily think Beast!Dazai would be more brutal and ruthless but rather more psychological- a kind of push and pull relationship where he'd always push the readers limits just a little bit more than PM!Dazai would.

And I definitely think PM!Dazai gives affection more freely than Beast!Dazai, where affection is on a scale of more backhanded compliments than affection.

But it's all up to interpretation. What do you think?

~ Raven

[ravencincaide]

Hi Raven.

Do you think It's okay to give your own opinion about a story of a fanfiction, even if it isn't just compliments?

Like I wanted to suggest to a writer here on tumblr to fix a thing on their story, so that it could be more readable, but I don't want to come off as rude.

I mean, I know what constructive criticism is but... yeah. My question still stands

Hi anon! What a good question. Love these types of asks! The short answer is it depends on the writer, it depends on the story and it depends on your comment. Let me exemplify what I mean below. First, there's a huge difference between an established writer, who is semi active, engages with comments on their stories and encourages discussions and feedback, in contrast with writers who are just starting out. OR writers who are publishing without looking at comments because they are just happy to share without caring about feedback. OR writers who are getting back into it after years of NOT writing. They are aware that they aren't at their best but still fucking trying and with time will get better and figure it out. In the later cases a critique wouldn't achieve much, be a waste of both your times and could actually do more harm than good. Second it depends on the story; for example if the writer says 'warning lowercase writing' and you point out that it's written in lowercase then it kinda doesn't do much but cause frustration. Similarly if you point out on my writing that 'hey you have a lot of simple errors that you'd catch with a re-read or a beta' when I've clearly said that I don't do heavy editing at the moment because I'm working on combating perfectionism and focus on getting stuff out then once again said comment wouldn't really achieve much. There are so many more examples when a critique will just not achieve much- if anything. So please be mindful of that and attentive to what the writer says. Finally it depends on your comment, how you write it and why. Saying something like ' your character is sooo OC get a better read on X, Y, Z' is just rude and will disregard the writers interpretation of the characters, story and creative liberty. OR 'Your twist sucks/ you overuse it/ its predictable cuz of this- this and that' doesn't do much but put the writer down, makes them tempted to quit or block you. So the question becomes are you critiquing to help or to show your own frustration at the way they write their story? Critique is valuable to a writer; it helps us improve. It gives us things to consider and be aware off. It can also push us down a peg when we get too cocky. BUT this type of feedback should be written with care. If you give a writer critique on tumblr, keep in mind that they most likely produce this content for free, at their own time, for their own enjoyment and decide to share it with you out of the goodness of their own heart. Therefore the critique should be written with care and due diligence; write it in the way You yourself would want to receive it. Be kind, polite and humble. We're all human, we're all trying to do our best and to improve. Please remember that. After saying all that, l am honestly a person who often encourages feedback and gives feedback back, following the model of 'two stars and a wish'. So that it's not JUST negative but a combination of both. That way its easier to write it, often its better received and creates a better atmosphere all around. Best of luck <3

Hope this helps ~ Raven

[ravencincaide]

RAVEN HELLO BBY 🤍🤍🤍 gaah I'm so sorry for not checking up on you sooner! I've seen that you've been having some complications abt some things and I've come to cheer you up !! pls don't ever hesitate to come ttm if you need to, and that you're an AMAZING writer. no exaggeration there! anyways back to the main point, how are you doing recently? that's what I really wanted to ask lol

OMG hiiii Ruru dalin thank you for checking up on me, and the chuuya pick *squeal* I'm gonna use this post as an update on my life. So well yeah aside from still dealing with stuff, dancing on the edge of burnout and deep depression, sleep deprivation and an inch of insanity I am also trying (donno if I will succeed or not) to get in my master thesis in on the first submission date which is... a month away *small panic* So even if I get sparks of inspiration I don't really have the possibility to write anything T-T

BUT the good thing is I am becoming very VERY acquainted with naked bodies. So be prepared for a ton of smut once I am back and a ton of angst and fluff and gawd so many ideas so little time. But yeah feel free to send me requests, send me messages and inboxes. I am here, I am alive just very very busy with writing 20 000 words T-T Huge love ~ Raven

[ravencincaide]

Hi Raven,

I'm the same anon that asked for the Chuuya x fem reader where she's abused and runs away, I forgot to add that reader is poc (brown skin).

Hi anon! Thank you so much for your request and for participating in Raven's Special. I have to admit this request broke my heart in a lot of ways and I did not know how to fully tackle it. So I made two attempts, the first is probably closest to what you quested with running being the key theme. It's called " Nameless figure, selfless help" The second one is where Chuuya interrupts an attempt (in not the nicest way!) but things turn out okay called " A second chance at life" I hope these two fics give your prompt justice. I hope you don't experience this- and if you do then that you'll find a safety soon. Until then I pray that these two small pieces bring you comfort. If you're still around, I'd love to hear what you think of them. Holding my fingers crossed that it all works out for you ~ Raven