#rayven’s writings

[fallenrayvens]

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Day 1 Prompt of the @dadbastianweek2023

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“Such greed for one your size”, the beast had praised him before scarring his left eye with its mark, thereby sealing his fate — before it proceeded to encourage the boy to bestow upon it his very first order.

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TRIGGER WARNINGS: Blood | Abuse Mentions | Scarring | Violence

CONTEXT WARNINGS: O!Ciel’s original name is assumed to be “Sirius” here. | The context of this piece is drenched in a WIP of mine for a longfic in which O!Ciel shares his body as vessel with Sebastian as opposed to having him serve as a human butler.

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“Now that you have obtained the power of a demon,” it stated, perched besides Sirius upon that cursed altar, the unexpected tender hold its hands offered while cradling the child’s bloodied face contrasted with the sharp ends of its claws against his soft skin, rendering the boy dumbfounded “you shall never have to bow down to anyone ever again.”

In what seemed to be the kind gesture of wiping a child’s tears in attempt to provide comfort, the demon ran one of its fingers underneath his left eye, smearing the blood that dripped down from the wound it had inflicted across his young master’s cheek. “You may be as proud as a king, and as loud as a beast.” it cooed, and if not for the whole context of how that moment came to be and the nature of the creature in front of him, Sirius could have easily let himself believe it had a heart. “Release your inner desires and fulfill your wildest dreams!” It encouraged, suddenly letting go of him — and so it shifted back to what it was, what it should be, bearing that viciously sharp smirk it had before.

“Now…” it growled, with a look of hunger in its slitted eyes that stared right into the boy’s own “say it!”

So he did.

After a brief moment contemplating the cold metal chains that held him in place, the threat he had made — the one which summoned the beast that stood before him — came into mind.

“Kill…” he mumbled, his whole body trembling under the weight of the rage that flowed through his small form, before shaking his head.

“No.” Sirius whispered.

He had to do it himself.

He had raised his head again, meeting the hunger in the demon’s gaze with his own, the expression on his face distorted like that of an enraged hound.

So then, as the previously deep blue of his left eye turned a dark shade of purple and the sigil within it started to glow, the child growled back at his distorted version of a savior “Grant me your power!” he demanded, as loud as a beast, and though new tears of anger blurred the figure before him, he felt its grin grow wider “I wish for the strength to kill all of them with my own hands!”

With what seemed to be a twisted sense of pride, a sinisterly breathed out laughter escaped the demon. “Oh, I might’ve underestimated you, young master.” it purred while the dark essence slipped out of its abnormally tall body and begun to engulf both the fiend itself and its prey, the thudding sounds and confused yelps echoing outside the shadowy shield around them suggesting it had let go of the cultists. “Very well.”

Before any questions could be uttered, the humanoid form of the creature dissipated back onto the darkness that surrounded him, but the boy had been granted no time for processing any thoughts that might’ve happened. Soon enough the shadows grew even closer, engulfing Sirius’ frail body in a hellish warm hug that made him feel like his skin could melt into his bones, the pain and confusion too much to bear.

“Do not fear the darkness within, little one.” The devil’s hoarse voice echoed through his mind as he felt the eye in which he now carried the proof of his corruption twitch, unable to force it closed. Something flowed through it, causing a throbbing sensation that was most unpleasant and agonizing as the beast merged its essence with his “For this is the weapon you shall yield from this day onward.”

Even through the unbelievable amount of pain and confusion, these words echoed inside his mind. Visions of the last month emerged from deep within, the prays they had cried out in the middle of the night — the begging and crying for help and mercy. The silence they got in return.

If no blessing had been offered to him, then the curse would have to do.

The boy had clenched his fists, taking a deep and difficult breath and letting the pain and wrath that flowed through him run wild, to fuel the literal beast inside that weak shell of a body that had been given to him. To reshape him in its likeness.

A twisted, distorted and cruel laughter that surely didn’t belong to Sirius alone bursted from his lips as the shadows slipping from his body formed a new pair of clawed hands atop of his own. As his own teeth grew and sharpened, his pupils became slitted and his body began to move as if he were a wild creature, he now could hear and see and smell the desperation and fear coming from the leeches who dared hurt him and kill his brother — and it tasted delicious.

With a sudden thrash, his shackles had been shattered, and then no much time had passed before those pesky insects had turned to puddles of blood, minced meat and displaced limbs on the floor of that disgraceful building.

“Well done, master.” The voice of the demon praised him as the boy, having come down from his berserk state, stared silently at the result of his bloodthirsty rampage. He stood drenched in blood from head to toe — as well as teeth and hands, even after returning to his normal appearance. The shadows around clang to him, dancing around his small frame.

He smiled at the compliment, looking down at his bloodied hands. Even though the vision and the thought of the carnage should make him sick, —and perphaps, in some level, it did — he had done it with his own hands. He had proved himself to no longer be that weak child inside the cage.

“What is your name?” it questioned, and he somehow felt it was smiling, even if it didn’t have an outward appearance he could look at anymore.

What a weird question to ask, he thought. Because of course it knew. It had to know, given that it was speaking to him from inside his head. The child smirked down at himself before mumbling out a lie: “…Ciel.” He stood, looking over at the corpse of his brother, still laid atop of that stone slab.

“Ciel Phantomhive.”

[perfectfeelings]

Sometimes people put up walls, not only to keep people out, but also to see who cares enough to tear them down.

Leisa Rayven, Bad Romeo

[perfectquote]

Sometimes people put up walls, not only to keep people out, but also to see who cares enough to tear them down.

Leisa Rayven, Bad Romeo

[quotefeeling]

Sometimes people put up walls, not only to keep people out, but also to see who cares enough to tear them down.

Leisa Rayven, Bad Romeo

[thoughtkick]

Sometimes people put up walls, not only to keep people out, but also to see who cares enough to tear them down.

Leisa Rayven, Bad Romeo

[surqrised]

Sometimes people put up walls, not only to keep people out, but also to see who cares enough to tear them down.

Leisa Rayven, Bad Romeo

[day-dr3aming]

Responding to an ASK from @the-necromancer-wife about Rayven's relationship with Idia, some related to chapter 6, so there will possibly be spoilers,I missed the ask so sorry about that 💔

Does Rayven find out that she and Idia are online friends?

After being friends online for a while, Rayven tried to meet Idia in person a few times, but Idia always declined, Mainly because of his shyness, but also because he was satisfied with their relationship at the time.

Idia would be the first to find out that he is Ray's online friend. Ray often uses Brazilian slang, especially those from the northeast, when he is playing with him or at random moments. So when he heard her say those same slang words in person, he got it right away. He initially didn't talk to them about it, but with Ortho's insistence and encouragement, he plucked up the courage and arranged with Ray to meet in person.

After talking about it, it's safe to say that they've gotten closer. Rayven sometimes brings over some snacks and plays with Idia in his room. They also usually talk about games and anime. Rayven is very concerned about Idia's health and sleep, often lecturing him when he stays up too late although she also stays up until dawn reading books

Bonus: They are big Vocaloid fans, so Rayven managed to convince Idia into having a karaoke session dedicated to singing this kind of music, Ortho also had a chance to participate.

What was their reaction when he kidnapped the overblot boys?

I don't remember everything about book 6, I'm rewatching all the chapters so I can finally catch up with chapter 7, so I might be missing something or have gotten something wrong.

Rayven would be very angry, not only for him doing this, but mainly for taking Grim. To him, Grim is his precious baby and he loves him very much, so finding out that he was taken away broke his heart, so it's understandable the anger and frustration Rayven was feeling.

After the events, it may take a while for her to forgive him, but they really valued the friendship they had with each other, so they slowly rebuild their friendship.

[arayvenswrittenword]

[devinetheory-2]

Your compliments are treasured... @rayven-interrupted

But we both know that ....

You write like Juliette

loved romeo

Platinum coated sunshine

On a cold lonely road

Like the whole world

is baking soda

And you're only dope

Like a desperate man out on the ledge

And you're his only hope

Like healing to a soul thats

Mostly broke

Working your way

through your anguish

In poetic prose

Dangerous

Like your heaven dipped pen

Is is guided by angels

And no one knows

And its left me comotose

Like Im the victim of

some kind of drug overdose

But Im sober though

Coping as I go

through the motions slow

Attempting to protect

The scars on my heart

while they heal

And somehow resurrect

All the parts me

That I know are real

that THEY told me

are supposedly broke...

As my past catches up fast

Opportunities are closing doors

Wondering how far

down this rabbit hole

My soul can go....

I mean I just got it back

from the demons that

would hold it close

after it was stolen

and sold to foes....

😬...

#inspired

#DevineTheory

#DevineTheoryINK

[ilwinsgarden]

(I was posting my book wrap-up for 2022 on Instagram and I’ve thought I could post it here as well, so here it is.)

My book wrap up for 2022 (no idea if someone from the people who follow me here is interested but just in case writing it in english, and at least you can look at the picture (reference picture for the books was by @jookpubstock  by the way. Not that I didn't have enough books to make my own lol. Anyway.)

Overall I read 56 books, 4 of them in english and 7 were re-reads. Plus 7 comic books (one of them in english) The best books: Staubchronik by @teekind (that's like book of the year, decade, century, everything. Just the best book ever I guess :D) (and then in no particular order:) Lunar Chronicles by @marissameyerauthor (shut up, that counts as one book), The House in the Cerulean Sea by TJ Klune Sisters of Sword and Song by Rebecca Ross Sorcery of Thorns by @margaret_rogerson The Ten Thousand Doors of January by Alix E.Harrow Balada o snech by Markéta Prášková Dcera Zimy by Vladimíra Šebová Disappointments (no particular order): Mister Romance by Leisa Rayven The Hating Game by Sally Thorne (not sure about the english title) Beasts and Beauty: Dangerous Tales by Soman Chainani Saturnin se vrací by Miroslav Macek Most of the books I read this year was thanks to YouTube channel @radsi_knihu (mostly) and also @eliss_books and it's also thanks to (accidentally) encountering their YT channels that I started to read more last autumn (after a very long time when I read only a little though I always loved reading. Apparently I just didn't know what to read :).)

[queen-anarchys-writingzone]

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My name is Anarchy or Rayven, im 24, Pan/Poly/Genderfluid Writer/Artist. After making so many tumblrs, ive made the choice to move them all here and make this my multi-fandom zone. My Fav to write is Poly, as well as Omegaverse, almost all my things are Omegaverse.

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[fallenrayvens]

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Identity

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Day 2 Prompt for the @dadbastianweek2023

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A boy and a beast stood in front of a mirror, staring at the child who stared back at them. The sky, staring at the stars, staring at the sky.

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CONTEXT WARNINGS: O!Ciel’s original name is assumed to be “Sirius” here. | The context of this piece is drenched in a WIP of mine for a longfic in which O!Ciel shares his body as a vessel with Sebastian as opposed to having him serve as a human butler.

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The child in the mirror was not just a reflection of himself, but a phantom image of who he pretended to be, for the Fates had been feeling particularly cruel the day he was put inside the same womb as him.

And yet, just a moment moment ago, when he had caught himself saying “We have much to do tomorrow, so we should go to sleep.”, he meant him, the Earl, and the fiend who lived inside his head — which was foolish since Sebastian did not sleep, but also made him freeze in place because…

Who was we?

When had him grown so accustomed to sharing that mortal shell with the demon who was to one day devour his soul, that “we” was how he referred to himself? And who was this “himself” it had merged with, anyway?

Was it the weak and lonely child who cursed this world and denied God, the one he had chosen to leave behind? Was it the mask of the heir he had chosen to wear since that day? The strong-willed and proud noble who stood tall and didn’t bow to anyone?

…Had Ciel ever been like this mask he had built in his honor at all? — It brought tears to his eyes when he realized he didn’t know the answer to that question. That was the image he held of him, for sure, but both of them had been only ten. Did the boy he pretended to be even existed? And if he didn’t… did he? Did them?

“We shouldn’t worry ourselves with the tiniest things, my lord.” the low and melodic voice inside his head finally made itself known again, pulling him in to the present. A shadow hand emerging from behind the mirror cradled his face, but he knew it was coming from his own body, he could feel it too. “It will bring you no good to dwell on such details. It matters not to me who you were then, only who you are now.”

The boy in the mirror smirked at his brother, his foolish, naïve younger brother, as the shadows embraced him like a father would his own child, and he accepted.

How very strange was it, to feel like he was embracing himself, but also being embraced by another. “You are not the same either, Sebastian.” he declared, reaching for the shadow hand that held him so gently with his own tiny human hand. “You have changed, too.”

“I suppose I have.” He obliged, unable to lie by the bounds of their contract, though the crimson glow that came from the boy’s reflection suggested the demon was not up to the discussion.

He knew why.

He felt the beast’s conflict at the pit of his stomach whenever the boy reminded it that he was its prey. That at the end of their contract, it would have to claim its payment and abandon the name of his dog, that he was nothing but a rabbit being raised by a wolf.

They never again had a full conversation about that truth after he made it swear on bringing him his victory, after the Queen had given him his brother’s title and his family’s duties.

And although the version of Sebastian who looked like a soft-featured, elegant lean and tall butler existed only within their dream and headspace interactions, he sure had begun to sound more and more like Tanaka, and sometimes very much like Vincent.

“Let’s go to bed, young master.” the voice insisted again, this time blocking the vision of the mirror from the boy’s eyes by raising black shadowy smoke in front of the glass, forcing him to break the spell he had lured himself into. “Tomorrow is a busy day, and we can’t have you wasting precious sleeping hours having an existential crisis.”

“Fine.” the Earl rolled his eyes, finally giving in. “But we’re not done with this.” He shooed the shadow hands off his face, demanding one of them help him get up instead. It was comically confusing, as he did not know how exactly that worked, and neither did the demon care to explain it.

As he climbed upon his bed, wrapping his body with the thick blankets and closing his eyes, he heard the rustling of cloth, the blankets hugging him in a more tight manner, and felt a clawed but tender hand caress his gray-blue locks, the voice inside his head lulled him to sleep. “Good night, young master.”

He wanted to protest, to tell Sebastian to cut it out already, but he felt too heavy, too sleepy to do so. His brain felt tired from all the guilt, from all the thinking. So instead, he let Sirius, the boy he had once been, speak.

“G’night, ‘Bastian…”

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[pinklocksoflove]

My muses who are in WoW

Rayven, Vasilisa, Jessice, Tizzi, and Hatelsia

And Katiandra, a muse I may write here, and love to play in game 

[mysticrealmsnovel]

We don't support Rayven/Christine/ Mystic realm novels and you shouldn't either.

I've been very open with the abuse and trauma she left me with but magically she doesn't remember and is now getting upset because I'm calling her out on it.

Claims I wrote incest and taboo stuff. wheres the proof? I searched all of my Deviant art and all the other sites I was using for my writing. No where to be found. But she blatantly put it in her book. so thats some how my fault? If that's the case where's my money?? Pay me for 'my' work.

There's 1 group to call her out. Full of people who supports me. Who have been helping me with this bullshit she created. She also called that group of a tranny hate group. All because everyone in there, including myself is trans. To double that calling us monkeys. When I am POC and have black family members and SHE knows this. Transphobia and Racism is not looking cute girly pop.

Weird thing to bring up that I'm a manager, making more money than you and yet your stuck at a dead-end job being a part time clerk. That ain't a flex but thanks for the recognition.

She claims she's done. but she keeps making posts about me and my friend.

says she makes her own marketing stuff. yet here she is buying AI art for her book covers. Buying reviews from a site that charges $300-$500+ for a review which it sounds very AI generated too. so did you really do it yourself??

fun fact. I'm working on my own book to reclaim my stolen work and I don't need her shitty help. I have my own connections to help get my content out when its done and I know where to publish and how to publish. I just never made that step due to my own personal reason. But thanks to her bullshit, I'm working on it.

She's nearing 40 and she's stealing work, pretending to be something she's not and she's under the impression that her book and her art is the best thing.

news flash. Its not.

[pyxilate]

Natlan OC troubles- can someone help me?

So this is going to be complicated and I’m not fully sure what I’m doing, so I’ll dive in simply. Whenever there is a character in Genshin or Star Rail that I tend to favor (they’re all female, barring Sugilite but I’m not going to explain him) I’ll create an OC to ‘date’ them. (Also all female, barring Rayven, but I’m not going to explain him either) However due to recent Natlan controversies I decided to take a crack at a Natlan OC. While technically she is classified as for Mavuika, she’s one of two OCs that is more tied to the lore than the love interest.

Natlan is a huge combination of a lot of different cultures, and for my OC I took a ton of inspiration from Mayan culture. This takes place in the form of the character, which I named Ixchel (after the Mayan goddess). Now since most of my information is from Wikipedia, I want to make sure I’m writing my character’s connections right. Unlike some of the characters in Natlan, I want my OC’s design to carry some of the meaning of the name. For this I decided to give her cheetah [or perhaps Jaguar as what I’m getting is contrasting info] (?) ears and a tail, and additionally have a pet snake (leaning towards a type of cobra). I already know I want her to be a healer, and I’m leaning towards Electro for her element despite Ixchel being the goddess of Rain in certain aspects of Mayan mythology. I was originally going to make her a claymore but am now stuck between whether I should make her a claymore or a polearm user. I am still leaning towards claymore, but I’m not sure if it fees right considered what I’ve learned from various online searches.

I know that I’m never going to get a character perfect. I know her story vastly differs, with her being a traveling healer who specializes in using a skill to take the wounds from others and inflict them upon herself, but if I’m going to use the name I want to at the very least make sure my design matches its meaning. I refuse to be like MiHoyo and only look into what sounds cool. So I turn to you guys for help in making my OC as close as I can get while still being unique in her own right.

Also, have her intended color palette:

Skin tone - #eab676 (I’m sorry it’s so light but around this shade is what fits best in my mind’s eye for her design)

Fur, ears, tail - #ebb678, #e07b39, #cce7e8, #80391e, #69bdd2

Hair color: #69bdd2, #44bcd8

General outfit color: #9444d8, #510096, #c295e8, #a8a0b1, #f1e449, #b19d25, #ffdb05, #f1eddb, #cbcbca

[ihaechans]

rayven a huge congratulations is in order for 1k followers!!!🎉🩷 (i’m a recently new follower but i’m so happy for u, you deserve it sm i love your works!)

awww thank you sm 😭 It makes me happy that you enjoy my writing <3