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Trying my hand at more risqué art

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Alluring Red Eyes

The manor was well lit and kept warm even during this horrid Gotham winter. Various fireplaces , the best money could buy, were scattered around the building. The kind housekeeper , singular housekeeper at that, kept them consistently burning along with various candles, lanterns and the like.

It was easy to navigate even with its abnormally large size. All but the west wing to be exact.

The west wing was dark and shadowy. No lit candles ,no semblance of warmth. It had seemed empty at a glance. An abandoned section of the extravagantly large Wayne manor. But of course she could see past that. She could see , no ,feel the presence that emanated from the dark area.

“Raven,” it was her host, Timothy Drake, one of Bruce Wayne's wards. “I'm telling you for your own good. Let it go. Yes there is something there. No it's not going to hurt us. Yes we have the issue under control. But still, it poses a threat to strangers like you.”

She nodded. The last thing she wanted to do was overstep her boundaries. She had only been invited on the pretense that she would examine a sickly Lord Richard Grayson, another ward. In reality she was here to release a curse placed upon him by one of the group's many, many enemies.

It would be rude to snoop. Truly it would look bad upon her and her craft and azar knows Bruce Wayne already had a disdain for her type of craft.

She nodded and followed Timothy to the infirmary. Still the cold and dark feeling followed her like the very shadow her body created on a sunny day.

....

Later after breaking the curse on Richard and subsequently healing him , Raven found herself needing a calming round of meditation.

The room she had been assigned was large, larger than her current home of she was being honest.

And while the decor suited her tastes by being simple and a little gothic ,it was the vastness of the room that made her uneasy. She could not find a good enough flow for her meditation.

Deciding that she needed a new setting ,Raven made her way to the garden.

With it being a cold winter's night , the garden was a bit lifeless. Only a blanket of snow was present but because of the brickwork and outdoor fixtures, there was a unique and stylish place for her that made her feel calm.

She sat in a lotus pose on a bench, her body floating, no part of her touching the cold rock. With a serene headspace,she began her mantra.

Still, the unease inhibited any sense of zen she could muster.

She left out a cold breath and looked around.

The Wayne manor was all she could see. Windows, doors, a terrace or two. All dark and covered for the night, anh occupants either sleeping or patrolling the city leaving the room empty.

All except one.

It was a room located in the west wing. While it was also dark the light of the moon still made the person's silhouette visible.

It was a man. Not Timothy, not Lord Richard, not Lord Wayne. The physique was built strong and close to the master of the house however.

She looked at him. Then he looked at her and a shiver ran through her body.

Red.

Blood red eyes were now staring at her, into her. She was the empath but now she felt like she was being read like an open book.

Not liking the feeling she quickly stood up and made her way back inside. Her robe nearly billowing in the cold air reminded her that all she wore was the robe and a night dress she had packed. Now feeling naked she rushed to get inside.

With a quick disrobing and hair braiding, she plopped into the feather mattress bed.

As simple as the manor was, everything was still so luxurious. They didn't spare any comfort, even in the guest rooms. Silk bedding, African blackwood furniture, an ensuite tub. All things necessary and unnecessary for a good night's rest .

Still sleep evaded her.

She closed her eyes and tried to listen to the sound of the wind. But in the darkness of an attempted slumber red eyes popped open, staring at her.

She shot out of her bed , her body now lightly moistened by a layer of sweat. Her hair had called from its braid so she sat in the ornate vanity mirror to fix it.

She looked at her reflection and nearly jumped from her seat. It wasn't that she looked a mess even though she did, no it was the distorted image that stared back at her that shocked her.

There was a reason why red eyes made her nervous.

Staring back at her was her but that part of her she tried so desperately to hide.

Four red eyes, pale skin that was nearly white, red hair the color of the devil and sharpened teeth like a demon. Not like a demon, a demon. Her demon.

Her.

She hated that part of her heritage. The unforgiving monster that didn't just reside in her, it was her.

“You know you want to,” she said, her voice as distorted as the image. “It's calling out.”

Raven stood up quickly and nearly ran out the door. She wasn't going to it however..no she just needed to take a walk and get out of that room.

She strolled through the hallways blindly, her head in the clouds.

Nothing was calling to her. Whatever was hiding in the shadows was not her problem.

She found herself stopping at a hallway entrance. That hallway.

Dark and eerie, cold but not empty.

She took a step back, needing to get away but before she could even finish putting her foot on the ground, a shadowy tendril shot out and dragged forward.

She didn't want to scream , she didn't want to worry Timothy. She used her power to try and escape but she was only dragged further into the dark abyss of a hallway. She tried to grab for anything , her hand managed to grab what felt like a door frame which she was sure she scratched as she was dragged in.

After more struggle she was finally released.

Using her magic she lit up the room, a purple sheen Illuminating her way. She recognized it as the room where the silhouette had been.

“Boo.”

It was a smooth, masculine voice. One that made her nearly fly to the ceiling and blast with her magic.

She was about to die. This monster was before her now, tempting her to who knew what. And yet it didn't strike, it didn't move, all it did was cock its brow at her, like it was confused.

“It's unbecoming of a guest to wander about a restricted area of the home that was so graciously opened to her.”

She felt her body relax.

The monster wasn't a monster at all but a man. Or perhaps a monster in a man's skin.

He was tall and looked a lot like the master of the house Lord Wayne only his skin was more of a brown , perhaps middle eastern or South Asian. His eyes were green but had more of an east Asian shape to them. No red eyes.

He was extremely handsome.

She wondered if he was a doppelganger of Lord Wayne. One similar to Connor who was a strange Frankensteined creation. The man didn't feel like that however. She could sense the magic and science that was used to create Connor. This man seemed more natural but also tainted.

Tainted by something sinister.

“What are you?* She asked him, her voice not as stern as she would have hoped.

He clicked his teeth and rolled his eyes.

“Who I am is Damian Wayne,” he said matter of factly. “What I am wondering is why you disregarded specific instructions to avoid this corner of the manor? Not very ladylike if you ask me.”

Raven could feel his arrogance even without her empathic abilities and suddenly she felt flustered.

“Excuse me,” she stuttered. “You're the one who dragged me here with...”

“Stop right there,” the man said, taking a step forward, causing her to take a step back. “I did not call you over here at all. I've been watching you, yes, what man wouldn't let his gaze fall upon a woman like you especially in such a sheer robe. But let's get this straight witch, all of those creepy little tendrils were your doing . Not mine. But I understand it, I am alluring, aren't I?”

Raven felt her face flush, a creeping heat upon her cheeks that felt like she'd just walked into a bakers kitchen.

He was right. This had not been the first time she had manifested something with her abilities. She wanted to see the man she thought was a monster.

“You had red eyes,” she argued. “You aren't human so tell me.”

He smirked, blinked and when he opened his eyes they were as red as blood.

....

To be continued...

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A lil late but

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After a long and arduous battle, the cold concrete on her back was a much needed respite from the day.

Although both of the bird themed titans had come out of the battle relatively unscathed, she would be aching soon ,healing powers aside, and she was sure Nightwing was already in some form of pain.

And still, he was smiling.

His suit was a little dusty and scuffed up but nothing a wash couldn't resolve. He sat with his back against the pillar. His shoulders, strong and muscular, were relaxed. He sat with one leg crossed and the other bent.

She loved his anatomy.

Dick was always a well built man, even as young teenagers she had always found him handsome. And he just seemed to age so finely.

Like an expensive wine that was very palatable on the tongue. Not too bitter and that perfect amount of sweetness. One that was wisened because of the time it had spent on the shelves, the flavors melding and deepening and yet when you tasted it, it was crisp and refreshing.

She liked his face too.

He had long since lost that innocent and boyish look , the soft and sweet look. Instead now he had fine lines and contours that defined his age but in the way that made him look so...

Sexy.

Raven felt herself flush at the salacious thoughts that had flooded her mind.

It had been like this for some time now.

They always partnered up, fought their battles and then would rest by sitting together for an unmeasured amount of time.

Together they sat in silence. Whether it be under a moonlit sky, a cloudy horizon or even a bright and sunny day. They sat in silence with only each other as company.

A pop in the sky made her jump slightly.

“Oh come on Raven,” he said with a chuckle. “You didn't even twitch when that low life shot at you. The bullet literally was an inch away from your face but a firework miles away makes you jumpy?”

He was smirking and smiling. Her face flushed again and she turned.

“Was just caught unaware is all.”

He chuckled again and relaxed. So did she.

She kept her hand on the ground, keeping her balanced.

The sky kept illuminating from the city wide fireworks displays. It was actually quite pretty.

So caught up in the display she hadn't felt dicks gaze shift or his hand begin to make its way towards her.

It wasn't until he gently grazed her knuckles with his index finger.

It was a soft and light touch. Almost like a feather. She wanted to move her hand away. She convinced herself it was just a slight of hand. He wasn't paying attention.

Yet neither had moved but there was still a shift in something.

....

He had expected her to move away. His attempt at physical contact, as small and seemingly insignificant as it was, was still such a step for the untouchable woman.

Instead, her hand relaxed underneath his as he began running little circles with his index. He could see her from his periphery. Those big amethyst eyes were still a little wide from her own surprise.

She was a little flushed too.

He liked the hint of pink on her pale and grey cheeks. It gave her a subtle sultriness that came from someone who was untouchable.

He wanted to savor this moment. It was going to be a defining moment, he would make sure. She wouldn't be like his past relationships, always so hot but so quick to burn down to the butt of the candle. No, he would light this one and fan the flame so slowly.

So carefully.

Yes she was an untouchable enigma. A woman so different and so far away. She was untouchable but not to him. At least not anymore.

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I don't want a reboot of code Lyoko I want a continuation where they're adults and this time XANA plot induced but weird as fixation on Yumi is explored cuz God knows I was obsessed as a kid with that show and she was my favorite character.

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People who support AI probably think the infinite tsukuyomi was the best idea ever too.

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https://www.tiktok.com/t/ZP82Uxgng/

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Sometimes I think people really ignore that ATLA was written for kids who enjoyed action and adventure cartoons but were still children. Yes the snow grew with the kids from 2005 to 2008. In 2005 I was 11, not even in middle school yet. In 2008 I was barely 14 and had just finished middle school. And ATLA did teach me things but it was still a show made to teach and entertain a child or pre-teen. And honestly I feel like I wasnt even in the younger demographic. Lots of younger kids definitely watched it.

It was a show made to watch through the lense of a child and the battles were at the root a bit childish. Kids VS kids or kids VS dumb adults. The turning point was Aang v Ozai and that was the ending.

Korra on the otherhand was written for an Olde audience and that showed in the villains, politics and the repercussions of the show.

It's not that Korra was better or worse, she was just facing problems that were more adult. We've got to stop treating Aang like a perfect MC because if the roles were reversed, one of the gang or appa probably would have died during the show. Azulas lightning would have had a worse effect of him. He should have had severe ptsd (they don't even mention poor jet) . There are many things that could have been done but the show was for kids. And that's what made so many of us enjoy it.

Korra was for teens and thats what I enjoyed as someone who was korras age when it came out.

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