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[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]

YALL SHES BACK HEYYYYYYY

HIIIII hun!!! It's been ages!!! <3 Missed you lots how are you? Hows life?

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Graveyard Dare, (ENG. VER.)

Prompts by @raven-cincaide-words

When you're a teenager you often do stupid things, like drink and smoke, kick mailboxes, have unprotected sex, well the list goes on and on. But this was definitely the stupidest thing Philza had ever done in his entire life. 

Why, you ask? Well, he revived the god of death with a kiss. 

Yes, they had been drinking, but it was the last night of his senior year, Philza was the only one without a date for prom, Fit, Cellbit, Charlie and even Foolish, were teasing him because he had never kissed in his life. 

They were doing the only thing teenagers do in a small town, walking around and drinking beer, until, without quite knowing how, they came to the cemetery. 

They jumped over the fence and started eating Doritos and biscuits at the foot of the statue of the god of death. 

It was very cold in the cemetery, but with so much beer in their bodies they didn't really feel it, between jokes, the subject of Phil's first kiss came up again. 

‘How come you haven't had your first kiss, Philza?’ asked Roier, genuinely interested in the answer. 

‘Yes, Philza, how?’ scoffed Cellbit, taking advantage of his boyfriend's question.

‘Uh… well, unlike you guys, I need my grades to be near perfect to get scholarships.’ Philza said, taking a big gulp from her can. 

Fit let out a laugh, ‘Fucking orphan.’ 

‘Shut up, baldy.’ Philza said, throwing the empty can at Fit. 

Fit dodged the can, which landed on Pac who was sitting next to him, ‘Oops, offended the prince.’ Fit laughed. 

‘Hey, maybe what Phil needs,’ said Charlie, leaning on his boyfriend, Mariana, ’is a little help from the supernatural.’ He said, pointing upwards. 

They all looked up, the statue of the god of death, Moris, was standing there, his closed eyes and skull mask glowed almost like something mysterious, his scythe was what held him up, and his robes rather flattered him, no doubt the god was a beautiful thing to behold. 

Philza snorted, though he wasn't going to deny that the idea intrigued him, but he wasn't going to admit that, ‘Don't be ridiculous.’ 

‘Dare, dare,’ his friends began to chant, which angered Philza, who staggered to his feet. 

‘Bet?’ said Phil, clearly not in his five senses, ’look at me.’ 

A couple of shouts of victory were what followed on his short walk up the pedestal with the statue. 

‘That must be illegalisimo,’ he heard Vegetta say, ’or at least not very hygienic.’ 

Philza closed his eyes and planted his lips on the statue's cold lips, for a moment everyone fell silent as he heard a couple of claps of thunder fall. 

‘Shit!’ shouted Foolish, ’Let's go before it starts raining!’

So they ran, like the rats in Ratatouille, each one for home, praying that it wouldn't start raining before they got home. 

Philza didn't really think much of what had happened, until in the early hours of the morning, around 4am, she opened her eyes and a man was standing in her room. 

Philza sat up with a start, opening his eyes wide, in front of him was a teenager about his age, his black hair reached his shoulders, his eyes shone like galaxies, his skin was pale as if the sunlight hadn't touched him, his black clothes looked as if the universe itself had folded to create the fabric. 

‘Who? Who are you?’ shrieked Philza, cornering himself between the wall and his bed, ’What are you doing here?’ 

‘But, querido, don't you remember,’ the boy said, ’you kissed me today, I am Missa, you woke me up, now you are mine.’

A shiver ran down his spine, what on earth had he got himself into?

[nobedofroses]

October 27th

pairing: Marcus Moreno x f!reader

warnings: fluff and references/starts of smut

words: 1.5k

a/n: Prompt for today is Trick or Treat from this list by @raven-cincaide-words. Okay this has very little to do with trick or treating but I wanted a kinda sweet kinds smutty moment for these two after how far they've come in all their other blurbs :)

Directory, previous Marcus blurb, Day 26

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The night of your date with Marcus, Missy was over at a friend’s for a sleepover, which worked out perfectly for the two of you. You had gotten home from work, changed, and were just walking out the door to meet him at his place. But there Marcus was, heading up your walk, looking so handsome you got tongue-tied and just didn’t say anything until he was right in front of you. 

And then you noticed that he had flowers and your heart just absolutely melted. You couldn’t think to do anything but step forward so you were in each other’s space and then reach up to pull him into a kiss. You could tell Marcus was a little surprised, but he kissed you back eagerly, his hands coming to your waist, and you could feel the flower stems pressed in between. 

But you didn’t want to let him go, so you just started walking backwards through your still open door. Marcus managed to close (and lock) the door behind him and you led him back to your kitchen. Once you were there, with Marcus pressing you up against the island, it was with the greatest of reluctance that you pulled away. 

Marcus’ eyes were glazed like you assumed yours were and both of your chests were heaving slightly. You smiled and said, ��Let’s, um, get a vase.” 

As Marcus grabbed the vase you pointed out to him from your top shelf, you watched the way his shirt rode up and wondered if you’d actually make it to your dinner reservation. 

The answer was no. But it was fine because after Marcus had fingered you on the kitchen counter and you had wanted to return the favor, he called the restaurant to cancel. You made a little game of kissing down his chest as you unbuttoned his shirt, but Marcus was surprisingly good at not making a sound to give away what was happening, even when you gave one of his pecs a hickey. You resolved to make sure he was loud later on. 

The next game was first whether you could get him off with just a handy before the takeout was delivered but turned into could you keep him from getting off until just before they got there (and still have time to wash your hands and answer the door). 

The answer to that was yes, and Marcus was still panting when you brought the food into the kitchen with a smile, “Dinner’s here!” 

Several hours, dinner, some TV, and a couple rounds of very compatible sex later, the two of you were laying in your bed, Marcus on his back with his arm around you and you cuddled into his side with your head on his chest. 

“Do you mind that I hijacked our date?” you asked, playing with the fingers of his free hand. 

Marcus laughed, “Definitely not. I got to spend time with you and I didn’t horribly embarrass myself, so all of my goals were checked off. How about you?” 

“Well I learned three new things about you at least, so same.” 

“Oh? What are these three new things?” Marcus asked, voice playful as he squeezed your waist. 

“First, you have great phone call skills and are very polite,” you listed. 

“You didn’t know I was polite already?” Marcus asked, mock-affronted. 

“No, no, it’s a real thing. Like how you treat the waitstaff is a marker of your values. So good sign there,” you told him and he chuckled. “Second is that you prefer TV to movies, which as I said earlier, is great because me too.” 

“And I’m raising Missy to be the same way,” Marcus pointed out. 

“Yes, very good job there,” you agreed.

“And the third?” Marcus prompted, curious now. 

“The third? Hmm, what was the third…?” you trailed off, starting to turn towards him so you could see his face and start moving onto your knees. He was looking at you with expectation and maybe a little smirk since he was guessing where you were going with this. “The third thing I learned about you… is that you can give a girl over five orgasms in one night.” 

Marcus grinned at you and said, “But we’re only at five right now.” 

“Oh,” you faked surprise, “Then making that’s what I’m hoping to learn about you right—”

Marcus had you on top of him before you could finish your sentence and then there was less need for talking anyways. 

Sometime around two a.m., you felt Marcus moving beside you. He had ended up staying over when his eyelids were drooping after the last round of sex. Now, he was getting out of bed and you heard his phone ringing as you woke up more. You watched him walk into the hallway and heard his distant voice on the phone while you waited for him to come back. 

You were sitting up with the bedside lamp on when he walked back in the room, “Is everything okay?” 

“Yeah, everything’s fine. Missy’s just at that age where every fourth sleepover she gets really homesick and doesn’t make it through the night so I’ve gotta go pick her up,” he told you, grabbing his shirt off the floor and pulling it on, his jeans next. Somehow the action felt almost more intimate than undressing had been. 

Once he was dressed (his shoes were by your front door), he sat on the edge of your bed by your hip and touched your cheek, “I hate to leave you.” 

You tilted your head into his touch and said, “If it wouldn’t be confusing for her, I’d go with you.” 

Marcus’ gaze softened even more when you said that and he leaned in for a sweet, lingering kiss. 

You followed him out as he left so you could lock the door and watch him drive off. He promised to text when he got there and when he got Missy home, though you were pretty sure you were going to stay up to watch him return.

The next morning you woke up around eight and got up right away. Last night after you had seen Marcus’ car pull in and received the text that Missy was fine, you had decided that you were going to make breakfast for them. You knew Marcus would be tired because although you went to bed right after getting his text, you were sure he would be up for a while longer comforting Missy. And Missy had probably been excited for a fun breakfast at the sleepover in the morning and she was already missing out on enough in your opinion. 

You checked your phone as you got ready and saw a text from Marcus over an hour and a half after you had gone to sleep that said Missy was finally asleep. You texted him back, telling him to let you know when he was up. 

Then you spent a good hour making pancakes (plain, blueberry, and chocolate chip), bacon, eggs, and home fries, keeping it all warm in the oven. You had just finished the last batch of pancakes when you heard your phone ding and saw Marcus’ text saying that a very chipper Missy had woken him up by jumping on his bed exactly one minute ago. You laughed and then sent him a picture of the food in the oven, “Good news, you don’t have to cook breakfast. But you do have to eat it here. I have coffee too.” 

Marcus’ reply was immediate, “You’re an angel.” 

If it made you flustered and a little more in love with him, who could blame you? 

Marcus and Missy were at your door within five minutes, still in their pajamas which you loved. Everyone was served up and eating soon, Missy telling you all about the sleepover and how her dad came to get her. 

“Wait a second, do you always make this much breakfast for just you? Did you know my dad and me were coming?” Missy asked, her eyes very scrutinous for such a young child. 

You didn’t know what to say for a second but Marcus said, “I mentioned it when I went to get you last night.” 

“Wow, you were up really late because I was up way past my bedtime,” Missy said, looking impressed. “What were you doing?” 

You blurted the first thing you could think of, “I was working on my Halloween costume.” 

The look of excitement on Missy’s face was almost comical, except then she said, “Can I see it??” 

“Um, it’s a surprise!” you told her, internally cursing yourself because now you had to get a Halloween costume. Or make one or something. 

“I. Love. Surprises!! Will you go trick-or-treating with us? Please please please please please?” Missy said with more passion than you had maybe ever used in your life. 

Marcus cut in, “Remember your inside voice, Missy. And to breathe.”

Missy took in a deep breath and then immediately said, “Please?” 

Marcus turned his attention to you and mouthed, “you don’t have to,” but you were pretty sure you saw a little hope and excitement in his eyes that matched Missy’s. 

“Actually, I’d love to join you and your dad,” you told her with a smile before looking up to meet Marcus’ gaze. “I’d really love to.”

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[bloodycotton]

Day twelve.

Serena, you are a strong woman, bc this hurt like a bitch. Serena you are so real

Prompts by: @raven-cincaide-words

(English is NOT my first language)

Day 12.- Talking

The Priest (Serena 2012) Fem!reader

"Forgive me, father, for I have sinned," you said, your hands trembling in your lap, pausing for a few minutes before continuing, glancing out of the corner of your eye at the beautiful grille that divided the confessional booths. 

You knew that what you were about to reveal was going to be a final point, but your conscience weighed heavily, weighed like a large boulder on your back that was chained to your ankle. 

 about to reveal was going to be a final point, but your conscience weighed heavily, weighed like a large boulder on your back that was chained to your ankle. 

There was silence, the father was waiting for your confession.

"I am..." You thought for a second the name of that feeling "Desperate. I don't know what to do with my conscience; it weighs on me, it haunts me even in my dreams. When I think I'm safe, there's always something that makes me fall, that makes me stumble."

Your eyes couldn't even lift from your hands, which trembled as they clutched at your clothes, trying to control you. Your heart was pounding hard against your ribs, almost so loud you could hear it, and you swore it was so thunderous the whole parish would hear it. It echoed like the bells of the damned church where you were confessing your deepest desires, and, if you could call it that, your sins.

The father listened attentively to your words. 

"I think I am sick, my heart is always pounding, like a kind of tachycardia, I feel it pounding in my chest, I hear it in my ears, and I can feel every drop of blood pumping through my veins. What is wrong with me, do you think I am going to die?" you asked, feeling your eyes sting.

"No, my child, I don't think so" That was all the father on the other side of the confessional answered, with a heaviness in his voice that was palpable, you wanted to ask him for a second about his wellbeing, but you moved on. 

"I do believe that I am going to die, it is a heavy feeling, which presses on my chest and is about to break my bones. I find no comfort..." You thought about whether it was right to say the following, but it was part of your grief, so it was important. "The prayers aren't working. Have they ever really worked? Do they work for you? Does the weight on your shoulders get lighter when you pray?" You questioned him. 

He gave a long sigh, not of weariness or boredom, it was as if he was genuinely pondering his answer. 

"Yes, it does."

"It doesn't work for me, it never has, not even now. I prayed before I came, asking God for something to stop me in my tracks. I prayed that even the slightest obstacle would make me understand that this was the wrong idea, that it was wrong, and that it could hurt those around me and myself. But I didn't get a single reply." You didn't understand why your words sounded so harsh, so full of anguish. Your tongue was tangled on its own, as if preventing your thoughts from coming out and seeing the light of the sun. 

"Perhaps it is the Lord's will that you are here" He tried to give you an answer to your distress. 

"But what if I am being led by Satan?" You rebutted him, you always had something to say back. 

He sighed. 

"I doubt that Satan is leading you down this path" He tried to calm her down. 

"What if he's making me have these kinds of thoughts? Does he have his hand around my heart and is he squeezing it? Is he making me lose my way?"

"Do you think you're losing your way?" he asked you, you could see his eyes looking at you, but you weren't able to face him. 

"I think I'm already lost. Sometimes I feel like I'm betraying myself, that I'm abandoning what I always believed in."

He looked at you, with a hint of concern, but it was more curiosity. "The path of faith is not always easy, my child. Sometimes confusion and pain are part of the process. The important thing is that you are willing to seek the truth in your heart." Still he counselled you, always counselled you, no matter the day, no matter the hour, but he was always there for you. 

"What if the truth is that I want something I shouldn't want?" you replied with a lump in your throat. 

He looked at you once more, confused, his bushy eyebrows furrowed. You took a breath of air and decided to continue. 

"I... I am in love. I love him, with all my being, my heart and soul. It seems to me that my feelings for him are pure, for there are days when they are, but at the same time I feel that I am breaking a law, that I am defiling the Lord's name by asking him to give him to me, I want him for myself. I feel that loving him is a sin..."

"Love is not a sin," the father said softly. "Love is a divine gift. What matters is how you act on those feelings. It's natural to feel confused, but you must examine the root of your love. Ask yourself: is it based on respect and kindness, or is it just a fleeting desire?"

His words resonated in your heart, but your mind was still not at peace. 

"It’s not a fleeting desire. Yes, I desire him, but I also respect him, I respect his convictions, I admire him, sometimes, the very mention of his name brightens my day and fills my heart, but at the same time it fills me with an inexplicable fear, I can't help it. Every time I hear him speak, my heart races. His voice, his way of seeing the world... everything about him attracts me. But at the same time, I feel guilty for loving him. It's a love that shouldn't be."

He chuckled softly, he was slightly touched. 

"It's normal, it's your first love, after all."

"Maybe it is, and I may never feel the same again, and it scares me, for he is unreachable" You wanted to refute him, but the lump in your throat prevented you, and without your permission, tears began to fall down your cheeks. "What do I do if..." The very thought was painful "What do I do if he doesn't love me back?" The weight of your feelings became overwhelming. 

The father looked at you with a mixture of understanding and sadness in his eyes. "It is painful to face the possibility that your feelings may not be reciprocated, especially when that love is directed towards someone you deeply admire."

You took a breath of air, feeling the lump in your throat intensify. "It's not just that I admire you, Father. I'm... in love with you." The words came out, almost as a whisper, but they echoed with overwhelming clarity, the tears falling like an unstoppable torrent, it was an endless fountain, for you knew in advance his response, though, as much as you wanted to lie to yourself and protect yourself. 

He looked at you, surprised, his eyes wide, almost frightened, it seemed the colour drained from his face. Then he looked straight ahead again, his chest rose and fell rapidly with heavy breaths. And you swore for a second that his eyes filled with tears that didn't fall. 

But he said nothing. And you knew, the only comfort you could have right now is that you faced your worst fear. 

"Is it bad?" You asked him. 

He took a few long seconds to answer. 

"No."

[saywhatjessie]

Where the love light gleams

Advent Calendar Day 14! (prompts by @raven-cincaide-words) Today’s prompts: Snowglobe | Different Worlds | Daydreaming Fandom: Red, White, & Royal Blue - Pairing: Firstprince .5k[Ao3]

Henry walked into their living room, David plodding along behind him, and took in the scene before him.

The scene being his dear, Alex, lying on his stomach on their coach and staring unseeingly into a snow globe.

“Love?” Henry started, butting up against Alex’s hip so he could sit on the edge of the couch. He ran a soothing hand down Alex’s back. “Are you all right?”

“Of course I’m not,” Alex said, voice muffled by his arms where his chin was buried in them. “We don’t live in this snowglobe.”

Henry blinked. “If we lived in that snowglobe, we would drown.”

“Not in the literal snowglobe,” Alex said, turning a stink eye on Henry like he was being deliberately stupid. “The story of the snowglobe. The alternate universe constructed by the snowglobe’s imagination of an ideal Christmas.”

Henry hummed as if in understanding. He ran his hand consolingly over Alex’s back again. “What makes the snowglobe’s Christmas that much more ideal than ours?”

“Well,” Alex started, flipping over and sitting up, like he was so glad Henry had asked. “For starters, in the snow globe, there is no monarchy.”

“Of course,” Henry agreed, a smile quirking his lips. He scooted further back into the couch now that Alex had made room and Alex immediately lifted Henry’s arm around him.

“Monarchies are the root of so many of our world’s evils,” Alex started but Henry interrupted.

“What about Hawaii?”

Alex paused, taking a moment to scowl at Henry before tilting his head up and kissing him, deeply.

“You listening to me rant about the American Imperialist takeover of Hawaii and then remembering it is so fucking sexy, sweetheart.”

Henry hummed, leaning down to kiss Alex again.

Alex pulled away, turning his head. “No, we’re focusing on the snowglobe. Okay, so the Snowglobe doesn’t have the British monarchy.”

Henry nodded. “But I still exist, I assume?”

“Duh,” Alex answered, waving Henry’s concern away. “You exist. I exist. The crown does not exist. And therefore you’re not ruthlessly taken from me for the next two weeks.”

Ah. So that was it. Henry should have guessed.

He clutched tighter to Alex, pressing his lips to Alex’s hair. “I’m not going for the crown.”

Alex huffed, grumpy, and dropped his cheek to Henry’s chest. “I know, but I can’t blame homeless gay teens in my snowglobe fantasy.”

Henry hummed. “You can blame homophobes? And capitalism? You love blaming capitalism.”

“I do love blaming capitalism,” Alex muttered. Henry smiled, pressing a kiss to Alex’s head.

“I’ll be home for Christmas,” Henry reminded him. “Our last one in New York.”

Alex sighed, sinking further into Henry. “The house in the snowglobe is ugly, anyway.”

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[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

[raven-cincaide]

i think you were the one writing the megumi series with him kinda reverse isekai-ing into our world as like a robot right? if not ignore this i mixed u up with someone else😓 what happened to it tho? did u delete it? i can't find it anywhere🙁🙁🙁

Hi there! Yes, you're completely right; you're talking about my Love Ensured series. I (unfortunately/accidentally) deleted all of my stuff on my profile a few days ago and still working on getting it back up. So don't worry! It is coming back, it's just gonna get a little edit and then it will go back to weekly updates starting November (after Sweetober!) Would you like me to tag you in it? once it's up (in which case, do you want me to tag you from chapter 1? or when the next chapter is out?) Huge thanks for reaching out to me and asking! It made my day!

[ravencincaide]

You ever considered making a boss chuuya x reader?

Idk this idea might appear silly and very no-sense but anyway- could be placed in a universe where Chuuya is the port mafia's boss (and Dazai his subordinate maybe, please don't make Odasaku die or smt), and the reader is someone who made a mistake and caught eye of the port mafia. Maybe they got involved with some mess and end up being a port mafia's target?

(My idea is so much longer and more intricated in my mind but I don't really want to make this longer than it already is- also, I imagined a some kind of angst that ends with fluff-- with a "soft" Chuuya idk if you get what I mean)

Anyway this ask is actually so silly you can ignore it 😭

Hey Anon! 

To answer your question about Chuuya boss x reader- yes, yes I have. I have a set of prompts I want to do around the beginning of summer or early autumn that are gonna challenge my AU skills and among them, a few Chuuya boss/ superior/ teacher- stuff. That being said, making you wait another 5 month-ish felt a little bit mean. So I have created two fics for you. One is a sneak-peak for the kind of dynamic I’m going to mess around with in the future titled Over a cigarette where the ranks and roles are established but the reader just has to find a way to bend things just a little in her favor.  

The second one is a little more in line with what you requested; Precious flowers get picked first where the reader is an important -to-be-acquired-tool for the Port Mafia and Chuuya begins to understand what it means to be a boss a little bit better. 

That being said, your idea sounds absolutely amazing! Feel free to send me a message if you wanna discuss it or do some kind of collab together. Or just another Anon request :)

Hope you enjoy these two pieces and take care of yourself <3

Raven 

[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!

[ravencincaide]

AWwwwwwwww this made me smile, HUGE THANK YOU YOU'RE AN ABSOLUTE ANGEL!!! <3 <3 <3

[ravencincaide]

Hello Raven!!!!!

My poor man chuuya being an absent father or a absent lover. We will never win😭

All jokes tho, just a cake fic was great, the cliffhanger made it make sm more sense when rereading.

-💐

HIII 💐!!

Yeah in my fics Chuuya is rarely a sweetheart. Absent father, absent lover or just a POS through and through. I need help T-T Anyhow, I'm so glad you liked Just a Cake and had the wish to reread it (and hopefully notice the small hints here and there I placed that foreshadowed the ending).

Still I hope you stick around to read more even if Chuuya in my fics is always a little... on the mean side to say the least.

[ravencincaide]

I hope you get well! Please focus on getting more rest than writing fanfics, you'll have a headache! Please take ur meds and get well deserved rest. Eat that chicken soup!

(If you don't I'll hire a hacker to send me ur coordinates and shove you into bed with ur bsd plushies by ur sides and make that chicken soup myself, if I see you making a fanfic while ur sick I'm going to hit ur head with mi chancla! That was Spanish btw)

Get well soon!!!!!

*blink blink* ehh what do I do as a vegetarian who doesn’t eat meat?? Can we agree on no Chicken soup then? Cuz I’d rather burn up from a fever than eat it.. no offence to your cooking tho!

Jokes aside huge HUGE thanks for reaching out to me and showing me care and concern. I’ll do my absolute best to catch up on rest and leave all the brewing ideas for another time. Another question though; what does the Spanish mean?

Ps. There’s no need to hire a hacker. Ask nicely and I’ll share. No secret, I mean Scandinavia is pretty big after all :P

Once again huge thanks for the love and care. Hope you’re doing better than me!

~Raven

[ravencincaide]

Hey Raven it’s been a bit ^.^ just wanted to check in and see how you were doing <3

Hiiii darlin, it's been ages So sorry for the disappearing act! I'm alive, kicking and slowly getting back into it. Hope you're doing well looots of love to you <3 Raven

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Hi! I really loved your Dazai x fem!reader (x dark/ Yandere Chuuya) fic soo much that I realised that I read it almost everydayyyyy 😭😭😭😭😭😭. Tysm for writing it!

I was wondering if you are ever planning on writing a part 2, maybe? I would be really bad down for it if possible! Ty for hearing me ramble!

Hi there! I'm not fully certain which fic you mean buuut I am in the process of reviving my BSD fics so I will absolutely consider writing a part two! (I'm currently working on JJK Flufftober and Kinktober prompts so the earliest I will get around to part two, along with the next parts for the chapter fics (Desperate times, Over a Cigaretee, Omiai etc) is gonna be starting November. But then yeah definitely!!)

And when I do you'll definitely be the first to know Huge thanks for the asks. I promise I haven't forgotten about this channel, you or the stuff here <3