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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?

[by-speaker]

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?

[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!

[raven-cincaide]

Okay I know I said a lot of things on top there about what and how but in the end I ended up giving it a try for some restaurant, being high and shit talking. Maybe not so much shit talking but sweetness none the less.

You can find it here: https://www.tumblr.com/raven-cincaide/772326951682736128/the-s-yuji-pulls?source=share

Hope it was worth the wait!

~Raven

howdy ! I read that your requests are open!

I'd like to request something along the lines of (25+) server!Yuuji and f!reader get high for the first time ever after closing their shift together. All-nighter. Sweet nothings. Restaurant shit talking.

(*＾3＾)/～☆ tia

Hiiii dear ☆ tia!! Omg I'm so excited both for the request (first one that actually follows the characters I write!) and the concept is just <3 Admittedly, though, I know zero about getting high (or most other kinds of similar stuff; the only 'poison' I know is roofies, while my preferred choice of poison is alcohol), so why am I bringing this up? Because I'll most likely have to tweak out the getting high part of your request. Simply because I doubt, I'll do it justice since it's such a specific experience that it will be totally obvious that idk what the heck I'm doing. Is that a deal breaker for you? Let me know please T-T Dont wanna write something that you'll totally hate :/ ~Raven

[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]

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

[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