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ravenssh1t · 1 year
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Behind every fanfic update, there is a writer being turned into THIS as they await your reactions
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ravenssh1t · 1 year
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i (an autistic person) have been masking for two days straight with no break as ive been away with family friends who are not very good with me when im not masking. this is one of the hardest things ive ever done and it is going to take a serious toll on my mental and physical health. to my fellow autists, please PLEASE remember to take that mask off and let yourself breathe for at least a few hours a day. it is incredibly dangerous to push yourself too far. i love you all <3
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ravenssh1t · 1 year
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omg i love you all so much thank you for getting my first published fic to 100 notes!!! it means the world <333
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ravenssh1t · 1 year
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Boundaries and such!
Hey everyone!! So since my first fic got some attention (thank you so much everyone that support means everything to a little writer like me!) I though I'd just put a post about my boundaries for this blog.
First things first: Characters I will write for and what I will write them with!
Marvel
I can write for pretty much anyone in the MCU, the only thing I won't do is write smut for underage characters. People like Peter Parker who can be aged up are fine but you will probably have to request them because otherwise I will generally automatically write fluff.
Wednesday
Xavier Thorpe
Wednesday Addams
Ajax Petropolus
Enid Sinclair
Tyler Galpin
Morticia Addams
Larissa Weems
I will write smut and/or fluff for any of these characters, but ALL of the underage characters will be aged up and I will always ensure that I make that clear. If you would like anyone else from the show please do just drop me a message or an ask because I am happy to write for most people, these are just the ones I am most comfortable with writing about.
Other fandoms/characters
I will always look through every single one of my messages and asks, because writing is one of my biggest passions. And if people are enjoying my work then that makes it so worth it! If there is a character you'd like me to write for, I am more than happy to do it, all you need to do is give me a shout! But these are just the mains ones that I will probably be writing for.
My boundaries
I will not write anything other than fluff for underage characters if they are not aged up.
I will not write anything that implies sexual content without consent.
I will not write about anything like CNC, watersports, scat or vomit kinks, p3dophilia, r@pe, SA, all the usuals.
I maintain the right to refuse any request that I am not comfortable with writing about, however I will always do it with the utmost respect and will do my best not to shame anyone.
I an very aware that there are minors on this app, and I know that when it comes down to it, I am not in control of you. All I ask is that, you respect the fact that there is a person behind these stories, and that person would much rather you didn't read any of the works marked 18+ or NSFW. If you do decide to read them, that is your choice. But I will say that if you are an under 16 account, I will block you if you interact with the posts.
The most important thing to me is that you enjoy what I do and what I create. All prompts, requests and messages are alwayssss welcome! <33
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ravenssh1t · 1 year
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Midnight Kisses - X.T.
telekenesis!reader, Wednesday’s twin!reader, gn!reader, mindreader!reader (lmao), fluffy, SFW
AN: hey beautiful people! this is my first fic that im acc publishing so please be kind. that being said i am always open to constructive criticism. if you enjoy this, please let me know, and if you’d like me to write more, or for other characters, just drop me a message or an ask! I will write for a whole plethora of characters so just let me know which characters and maybe a small prompt if you so desire!! i hope you enjoy!! <333
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I looked over at my alarm clock. The bright red number glared 00:34 back at me. I'd only been at Nevermore for a week or so, and already it was a torturous experience. The glares from Barclay and her minions, the rumours, everyone walking on eggshells around Wednesday and I. It's a miracle neither of us had pulled another 'piranha incident'. There was one thing that never seemed to care about the rumours though. Well, one person. Xavier Thorpe. 
Wednesday had met him before.  His godmother's funeral. Allegedly, she saved his life, which is rather unlike my dear sister. However, in the long run it's been rather helpful.
Since starting at Nevermore, I had only really become close to two people. If you could even call it close. Our new roommate, Enid. And Wednesday's old acquaintance, Xavier. 
Right now, I need a distraction. From the thoughts that clouded my mind and prevented the graceful release of sleep from my grasp. Enid, Wednesday and Thing were all asleep. I decided to head down to Xavier's dorm. Since Rowan was expelled (killed, left, whatever) I've ended up in Xavier's room a few times. Once for stalking purposes, once for homework, once for... well I'm not entirely sure how to define it. But I know that he's what I need right now. 
I crept out of the window, and distracted the housemaster with an illusion of a hamster that I know he loves. I crept up the stairs and knocked on Xavier's door. No answer. I knock again and poke my head in and softly say "Thorpe? You in here?" Nothing again. He must be in his art shed. 
The brisk walk through the grounds was not unwelcome. It gave me quiet. I saw the lights on in Xavier's shed and picked up my pace a little. Something about that man makes me feel a weird tingling in my stomach. It's a new unfeeling. But not unpleasant. 
He doesn't answer when I knock, but I can hear the not-so-delicate sound of Deftones playing through decrepit doors, so I doubt he heard me. I decide to just walk in, and he's got his back towards the door, so I just take a seat on one of the stools and watch him paint. Something about him seems to draw me in. I can't help but admire the way his hair looks in a messy bun with the front strands poking out. The way his tall stature towers over his canvas. His masterful hands sweep the paint in particular ways just to fit his liking. 
I accidentally knock over a plastic cup full of multicoloured paint brushes and he jumps and turns around swiftly and catches me and says “Jesus Christ, Y/N! Do you make a living out of scaring this shit out of people?” and I smirk and say “No, but that is the goal.” He scoffs at my retort and saunters over to me while he asks “What’s wrong?” 
“Who said there’s anything wrong?” I ask slightly bitterly albeit unintentionally.
“Drop the tough guy facade, we both know that Wednesday and Enid are asleep, so you found me. Now, what’s wrong?” Damn. He read me like a small children’s book. 
“I couldn’t sleep. Needed a distraction. For some reason my brain seems to find your company tolerable.” 
He decides to ignore the last statement and instead questions “Do you want to see my new painting?” 
“If I must.” 
We walk over to one of his canvases and he spins it round. It’s me. Well, my hand. My hand in the middle of culminating an illusion with my powers. The deep crimsons and maroons contrast against the vibrant scarlet just like they do in real life. He even got the rings I wear down to a T. 
It’s incredibly rare that I am rendered speechless. But alas, here I am. My mouth ever so slightly agape, mind void of all language. Just pure astonishment. He breaks me out of my trance by saying “Sorry. I know it’s a bit creepy. I can get rid of it if you want-”
“Xavier,” I interject. “It’s beautiful. I love it.”
He smiles at this and the tip of his nose and his cheeks turn a distinct rose-tinted pink. He lifts his hand over the portrait and animates the picture. It moves exactly as mine do. The astonishment I first felt came sweeping back over me like a tidal wave. “Thank you, Xavier. This is amazing.” 
“Amazing enough for a hug?” He questions boldly. 
“Fine.” My reluctance is entirely feigned because the one thing I need right now is a hug. He practically jogs over to me in excitement and wraps his long arms around me tightly. My head sits just at the nave of his chest and it feels like the final two puzzle pieces finally slotted together. “You can hug back, you know?” He (not so) subtly hints as his chin rests on the top of my head. “I know.” I grumble back stubbornly. I hesitantly wrap my arms around him. Oddly comforting. Something in me tells me this is exactly where I’m meant to be at this moment. I don’t notice myself relaxing into the embrace and tucking my head impossibly closer to his chest, but he does. “We can do this more often if you need it.” 
“I may just take you up on that, Thorpe.” We stay there for a few seconds longer, then he lets go, and I do too. I wander back over to the desk and take a seat on the oak plank. He follows me and leans over me to ‘grab a paintbrush’ or so he says. He gently places his hand on my hip as he does, and I feel my face flush bright pink. He catches this and says “Am I that good?” 
“You wish you had that effect on me, Thorpe.” 
“Oh, I know I do, Addams.”
“How’s that then?” I query, genuinely hoping he is completely oblivious to the way I feel about him. 
“You’re a dick to pretty much everyone here. But with me? You had a soft spot almost immediately. You blush every single time I touch you. You watch me paint for hours on end while pretending that you’re doing homework because you don’t want me to notice that you’re staring at me. It’s obvious!” He chuckles out the last statement with the cockiest smirk on his smug, beautiful face. 
“Well, what about you Mr Loner who can’t seem to want to spend enough time with me? You touch me every chance you get. You painted a picture of my hand for God’s sake!” It’s possible I may have gotten slightly defensive. 
“Y/N. I never said it was a bad thing.” He etched ever so much closer to me until he was only two inches away from my face. He placed his strong hands on my delicate shoulders and gazed into my eyes. “Can I kiss you?” Speechless once again. I try to force out something, anything coherent, but I just stammer silently. “Ok, answer me this,” He notices my nerves. “Do you want to kiss me?” 
‘Yes! Yes, Xavier Thorpe! Of course I want to kiss you! It’s my dream, my livelihood, my reason for being alive!’ is what I want to say. No. What I want to scream from the rooftops. But all that comes out is a hushed and hesitant “Yes.” 
He puts his long pointer finger under my chin and lifts my head towards his face so I have no choice but to stare into his beautiful green eyes once again. “Speak up, sweetheart.” If he wasn’t standing in between my legs right now, I would be forcing them closed. “Yes, you dick.” I force out, it comes out slightly louder than I expected, but the excitement is evident in my voice. “Then can I kiss you?” 
“Yes.” I assert firmly this time. 
His hands move down to my hips, and he squeezes them gently. He leans down and pecks me on the cheek, then the lips. Feeling unsatisfied, a sudden overwhelming confidence regains control of me. I wrap my hands around the back of his neck and suggest that “If you’re going to kiss me, you should at least do it properly.” He smirks again. God, he loves doing that. If it wasn’t so attractive I might just complain about it. “Like this?” He asks, grasping my hips harder this time and before I know it, our lips collide again. This time, it’s not as soft and fast-lived. It’s passionate, deep. If I thought the hug felt like two puzzle pieces fitting together, this is ,oh, so much better. Our lips move together in perfect harmony. My hand moves up into his hair, and I tug it gently, which covets a deep groan from the bottom of his throat into my mouth. I had never heard such a beautiful noise in my life. 
He pulled away softly. “Yeah. Like that.” I mutter breathlessly. 
“Thought so. Let’s go back to my dorm.” Yet another bold move from him. 
“I’m not that easy, Thorpe.” 
“No, idiot. You’re staying in my dorm tonight. You’ll sleep better.” 
That makes me smile. “Okay,” I accept. “but I expect more kisses.” 
“You read my mind, Y/N.” Oh, the irony.
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ravenssh1t · 1 year
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Xavier Thorpe oneshot incoming tomorrow (probably).... 🤭🤭🫶
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ravenssh1t · 1 year
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The Kiss - a short poem
It was the stupidest first kiss of my life. I didn't get the hint, you just stood there until I came close enough. It was barely a kiss, more of a peck. But if it was so little to you, how did it mean everything to me? How did it make time stop and the world stop spinning for a solid five seconds? How did it make my whole heart burst into flutters of butterflies? How did it make one of the most boring days of my life into one of the most enchanting? And why now, after it refuses to leave a bitter taste in my mouth, do you still continue to leave?
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ravenssh1t · 1 year
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My introduction!
Hey everyone! My name is Raven! I am 18, I live in England and I have been on Tumblr for a while but have finally decided to start using it properly. I go by they/she pronouns but tbh I don't really care about gender so call me whatever you want! My blog is a safe space for everyone however I kindly ask that minors don't interact with my 18+ and NSFW posts. I know I cannot stop you from reading them, however I do not encourage it, and if you interact with them in any way, or if you have an unmarked age profile, I will block you. I hope you can understand why. I hope you enjoy whatever it is I end up posting here and would love to make new friends if you want to!! Have good days everyone!
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ravenssh1t · 1 year
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no, wednesday addams does not need a boyfriend. she is a strong, independent female character. i, however am not.
oh my god i need him. please let me have him. i need him. i need him so bad.
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What happens once you kill yourself? Because I'm ready to go.
You wanna know what happens once you kill yourself? Your mother comes home from work and finds her baby dead and she screams and runs over to you and tries to get you to wake up but you won’t and she keeps screaming and shaking you and her tears are dripping onto your face and your dad hears all the screaming and runs into the room and he can’t even speak because the child that he loved and the child that he watched grow up is gone forever and finally your little sister runs into the room to see what all the fuss is about and she sees you dead. The person she looked up to and loved. The person she bragged about to  her friends, the person she wanted to be just like when she grew up, the person that made her feel safe. But she’s never really going to get to grow up and smile and laugh and love because she’ll always be consumed with this feeling of missing you. And now there’s something missing from your family and they can barely look at each other anymore because everything reminds them of you but you’re gone and hurts more than anything. and you think that your mom never cared because she was always busy and yelling at you to finish your homework and clean your room and forgot to say I love you sometimes but really, she loved you more than anything and she doesn’t leave the house anymore, she can’t even get out of bed and she’s getting thinner and thinner because it’s too hard to eat. Your father had to quit his job and he doesn’t sleep anymore, every time he closes his eyes he sees his baby dead, and the image never goes away no matter how much alcohol he drinks. And at school your best friend sees that your seat is empty and she gets this sick feeling in her stomach and that’s when she hears the announcement. You killed yourself. And suddenly she’s screaming and crying in the middle of class and no one even bothers comforting because they’re all  busy sitting there staring at your empty seat with tears dripping down their cheeks and all she wants is for you to hug her and tell her it’s gonna be okay like you always did, but this time, you’re not there to do it, everything is dark now that you’re gone and her grades are slipping, she barely goes to school anymore and she ended up in hospital after taking too many pills because she wanted to see you again. the girls who used to make fun of the way you dressed feel their throats get tight, they don’t talk to each other anymore, they don’t talk to anyone, they’re all in therapy trying so hard not to blame themselves but nothing works. and your teacher who always gave you a hard time stares blankly at the wall, she quits her job a few days later. And then your boyfriend hears the news and he can’t breathe, he still calls you a lot just to hear your voice and he talks to you on facebook but you never message him back, he can’t fall in love again because every girl he meets reminds him of you, he’s never going to get over you, he loved you and he cries himself to sleep every night, hating himself and slicing his skin because he couldn’t save you and he’s never going to hold you in his arms or hear you laugh again. Now everyone who knew you, whether they were a big part of your life or someone you passed in the hallway a few times a week, they carry this aching feeling around inside them because you’re gone, and they miss you, and they don’t know why you left but it must’ve been their fault and they should’ve stopped you and they should’ve told you they loved you more and that feeling is never going to go away. And so you killed yourself
but you killed everyone else around you too. 
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