#Raven x Arella

[bourniebna]

[Character Study]

The Parallel Beauty and Grace of Raven and Arella

“She stands strong and regal, and even before her face can be seen, you know it is lovely beyond all measure…”

Undoubtedly, these praisings are devoted to Arella’s beauty and grace, with her stance portrayed and face revealed during the narrative. However, right after that, a full-body close-up portrait of Raven putting down her hood, revealing her face, is meticulously drawn.

This is also the first time we know what Raven looks like, despite her many previous appearances when she was gathering the Teen Titans. The question is, why now? Moreover, compared to Arella’s dimly lit face, no shades of shadow are casted on Raven’s soft features, as if to make an emphasis.

And I couldn’t help thinking that maybe the adoration of a “strong and regal” stance and a “lovely beyond all measure” face is also acclaimed for Raven by the authors in subtlety through Arella. After all, why not reveal her face before that? And why not choose a half-body portrait?

The only sound rationale for me is that it was a poetic, artistic choice to paint the parallel beauty and grace of Arella and Raven - the mother and the daughter.

[ghurab-alzilal]

Dick: Your little obsession with Raven is becoming a problem.

Damian, grumpy : I'm not obsessed.

Dick, testing him : Oh, no? Then you don't care about her or her beautiful blue eyes, right?

Damian, undeterred : They're purple, whit a hint of light lavander when the light hits just right.

Dick, snorts : And when was the last time she smiled?

Damian, without hesitation : Today, at noon.

Dick, looks sideways at him : Right. And when it's my birthday?

Damian: *sepulchral silence *

Dick, raising eyebrow : When is my birthday? Damian? Damian, when is my birthday?!

Damian: *runs away *

[dxndxrxvxbe]

I drew this last night, I don't know why. It just came to me in a vision. Anyways they're married and happy.

[obito76]

Shadows of the Heart

Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Arella Roth.

Part 1 of Azarath and Gotham

She always had a soft spot for gala’s, despite them being filled with pretty, rich, ignorant people, like talking to a waiter filled with ego in a cheap three star restaurant. Complete and utter boredom, the only thing entertaining was the champagne, or the genuine people trying to have fun with a smile without causing too much of a scene. Still she walked up the stairs in a tight white dress, off the shoulder and velvet going down to her feet. Silver jewelry with diamonds hanging from the earrings complimented her indigo eyes and light makeup, red lipstick blending with the dress. The jewelry by far was one of the good choices she made, simple and elegant at best like most but no one would ever notice, they never seemed to anyways.

“May I have your name ma’am?” The lady with a welcoming smile and a clipboard in her hand asked.

“Mrs. Roth.” Giving the same smile she saw on her face quirk, keeping her face calm and collected as she watched the woman scramble to find her name.

“Of course, Enjoy the evening ma’am.”

Arella knew she would never find someone with the Roth last name on her clipboard, perhaps it was the call she made, or something else but it sure made her say sorry a lot.

Taking a glass of champagne she turned to see the familiar and unfamiliar faces snickering to one another, their partners by their side with an annoyed look. Young audience, arms around one another and looking already buzzed while others sat on the sidelines talking. She walked past, not offering much of a hello but a polite smile on her face, they didn’t see her anyways. Instead she sat in the back, trying to find the reason, why she came here.

Before it was for him, or just to feel alive. That was when she was a kid, now she made enough to never step foot onto Gotham's streets again, she should be turning to home, not an old school apartment she used to live in when she was still young, a fool who ran away from her home, in search of something she shouldn't have. Now though, parties and galas still were all too boring but still held a soft spot within her. Maybe it was overtime suits or the midnight that grew too arousing for her body to get used to the same old things, or maybe she just wanted feel alive again.

“I see you got my invitation, Mrs. Roth” A deep voice made the hair on her neck stand up.

Turning around she saw him, standing tall and broad in an all black suit with his hair gelled as usual, holding a drink between his two fingers. “Yes, It is an honor to be included in such a prestigious event, Mr. Wayne,” She smiled, “and I was truly looking forward to attending.”

“The pleasure is all mine.” Looking around he saw the guests now, more than ever, staring at them both. He grew used to the looks, the whispers and the talking, it wasn't uncommon for people to talk about him. Usually he would push them aside but tonight he wondered what to do, their voices mixing and nearly overcoming his own. “Do you?”

“Dance? While I am honored by your invitation, I still prefer to enjoy the evening in solitude.” Shaking her head she watched Bruce’s face twist and smiled at it, “But perhaps somewhere else?” Whispering she gently ran her thumb, over the edge of her champagne glass, before gently placing it down as her body passed his and she went to where no one would be.

The wind curled through her hair, body shivering slightly before she heard the very door she came from open again, and turned to see him emerging into the dark where she was. Walking up she met him halfway, middle of the rooftop where her high heels stopped clicking for a moment.

“Well, May I have this dance?” Bruce said, looking down and extending his hand with a gesture that bespoke both elegance and reverence.

“You may.” Grabbing his hand she put it on her waist, grabbing his other and slowly starting to cascade around the concrete.

“I’ve heard there's an exquisite art exhibition happening in the city. Have you had the pleasure of attending?” Spinning her he watched Arella’s body twirl before going back to flush against his, creating body heat.

“There is?” Pushing the question aside with her own she pretended to be intrigued, as if she hadn't already explored that very art exhibition he mentioned, smiling at the conversation before she laid her head on his chest for a moment.

“Then, with great pleasure, I shall accompany you to the very esteemed event.” Speaking for the hell of it he noticed the words that left a little too late. Blinking a few times he looked out past the woods, seeing the almost city with them. Did he mean it? It was always push and shove with women, tom and jerry for years even as he matured. He wouldn’t be an idiot to say it wasn’t thrilling. The chase, wanting it to end so badly but if it did, the only thing spoiled would be the fun of it all.

“Quite the commitment, isn’t it, Mr. Wayne?” Arella smiled, pulling away a little as she didn’t see his face falter. It was just as cold as her own, their own emotions flooding silently through like a dam bursting open. She once wanted someone, knowing enough the mere act of stay should have been the first sign but with how long it had been. As time passed, she couldn't help but marvel at his resilience, how much she pushed him and how much he bounced back, not taking no for an answer in the most extraordinary way. She remembered first meeting him, throwing it all aside, walking the line just for him. She had put her life in danger more than once and only got angry at the outcome, angry at herself, for letting him in without a second guess.

He could still hear the echo of the throat closed goodbye from someone he once really wanted more than anything, attempting to call it quits, on the rooftop with their eyes on beautiful horizon. It was unthinkable to throw her away, the truth he came back less than three months later, falling into her bed, into her embrace and never wanting to leave. He figured she longed for him as well even if they were together, but in the end they were all memories.

They were just young, fool and dumb kids, who were in love. One with a hero and one with hell.

Pushing her head back as if to conceal her expression Arella kept dancing, even when his feet stopped, she waited for it, waited for time to shift when she stared into his sapphire eyes. Feeling the adrenaline, the touch of his hand as he went down her dress, slowly making her chest turn to breathe heavier. It was torture, the more he moved, the more he touched, the more she felt teased, body hot, leaving her mouth ajar, lips grazing against the fabric unintentionally.

“Care for a tour of the manor?” Bruce whispered in her ear, taking nothing but a nod of agreement before he placed both hands on her waist and forced the woman’s body around, pushing her down the stairs and back into the manor.

She felt the dress fall way faster than the door closed. Talking, stumbling, still entered the room away from the whispers and murmurs, but his lips coating her neck made Arella care less to tell, her painted fingernails running through Bruce’s hair. She moaned softly, his name going over the people chatting below.

“Would you kindly maintain silence, Mrs. Roth? Solely for my sake, if you may.” Running his fingers between her thighs he got back up to face her, pushing her legs until they hit the bed and he could crawl on top, only thing left, his boxers. His muscles flexed, legs made from a sculpture in clay themselves pushed her soft thighs apart, abs running down her toned stomach as he laced their lips, tongues and every thing making their mind grow wild. “I never thought you would actually come, Mrs. Roth.” Kissing her neck he felt her body move, legs sliding before he forced his hand upon them once more.

“M-Mr. Wayne!” Gasping as his fingers entered her pussy and she arched her back, feeling his thumb rub her clit softly as she began to move more, growing wet and hot by the every passing moment. “M-Me neither!” Scrambling for words as his fingers moved faster, biting her lip to stay silent she opened her eyes to see his face, a small smile playing as her own hand cupped his growing arousal.

Stopping abruptly, Bruce got up and forced down the boxers, sliding his tip against her, feeling the wetness coat as he groaned, slipping in without halt to hear her whimper, fingernails now grabbing, leaving marks on his shoulders.

“You’re so beautiful.” Thrusting in and out he looked down, watching her breasts move with every thrust, nipples hard as his tongue lapped over them while her head was thrown back in pleasure, eyes blown up like his. “God Mrs. Roth..”

His deep voice only turned her on even more, trying to move her hips as well but he had gotten faster, making her moan at every thrust and little movement, wanting it to never stop. “P-Please! I.. ah- Mr. Wayne please.” Moaning out she ran her nails down his back, in an attempt to urge him go harder.

Without word he ran a hand down, gently rubbing her clit as she jumped, scoffing darkly he began to fuck her harder, his cock making slapping sounds through the room before he lost himself and roughly moved his thumb, not bothering to stop ever after he heard his name in a loud moan, after her body grew limb and he had still not finished. Instead he felt her body jerk and quiver every time, not stopping one moment of euphoria until he jerked and emptied himself inside her.

“Shit!” Forcing his cock deeper he stopped, huffing out a sigh as he stopped and fell back onto her.

“It appears that I am granted the opportunity to spend the night, am I not?” Taking his weight on her, Arella smiled, fingers running through her damp hair before she saw him look up and smile softly, pecking her lips, until she chased his lips again. It was never a question she would take his offer to take her to the exibition, everyone from guests to security knew, the question was do they really have a future? Between the fights and work, the confusing emotions and scary past,

Do they really want a future?

[opheliawillowbrook]

Upon traveling home in a strange land, Damian meets a trio of mysterious vagrants who claim he'll be the next king of Nanda Parbat. In fear, excitement and confusion he writes his beloved wife, Raven, telling her of the encounter and his "Chosen Fate". However, impatient and harboring a vendetta against the current king Ra's al Ghul, Raven decides to take matters into her own hands and conspires with her husband to take the crown for themselves.

A fanfiction based on Shakespeare's Macbeth

Series

[ravensvirginity]

I won't lie, even as an atheist i am always completely confused by antisemitism in superhero fandoms. We most definetly wouldn't have modern superhero media without jewish men, while they were not perfect (it was the 40s-60s afterall, alot of stuff related to women and characters of color didn't age greatly), these days they make so much of modern pop-culture...it'd propably help if the movies (mainly Marvel) would stop ignoring characters jewish identity (Fantastic Four and X-men movies by Fox), toning them down as much as possible (Moon Knight) or christian-washing them (Scarlet Witch).

yeah, Jewish men literally made the comic book industry but of course their legacy hasn't really been honored. Modern comics in general are so soulless and any Jewish rep is there just to tick a box, at least in my opinion. Like in the Teen Titans Christmas special this year when they had a shot of the Tower decked out in Christmas decorations and then they had 2 tiny Hanukkah banners there just for no reason. Like why are they there?? As far as the comic presents, none of the Titans are Jewish, and the decorations didn't feel like a real Hanukkah decoration at all. It was just a diversity tick with no thought put into it.

I definitely agree that I wish comics would stop ignoring Jewish identity, and it would be great if there were just more Jewish characters in general. And if they do a Hanukkah special or whatever it would be awesome if they hired someone Jewish to write it.

Raven I think is an interesting example of comics being created by Jews - Marv Wolfman is Jewish, and though Raven is primarily Indian coded (mostly in an 80s cultural appropriation way, but I digress) she's also got some things about her that feel Jewish. Arella is an unconventional spelling of a Jewish name (Erela) and Rachel Roth (tho Wolfman isn't the one who gave her that name) is incredibly Jewish.

In the 80s comics Wolfman wrote, Arella's religion before coming to Azarath is unclear. Her birth name isn't Arella, but we don't know what it is beyond that. Raven is a character with a very strong conviction in her fictional, but very non Christian religion. In a way, she's both an antichrist and a Christ allegory (she dies for Trigon's sins, and is resurrected purified of evil to destroy him). She's just a mix of so many different things, and while I do think some of it could be more ironed out (like making her actually Indian instead of a white woman who's very clearly been inspired by Indian culture) I think for the most part these elements work together.

20 years later, Raven gets a reboot, and much of this is gone. Arella's birth name is Angela, and it's now canon that she joined a demonic cult to escape her Christian family. Raven still has a connection to Azarath, but this gets less and less prominent and in the current run, it's completely gone.

I think that even though the cult of Azar is not a real religion, so it's not like anyone was being represented by it, it's very frustrating that they got rid of it in favor of making Raven vaguely culturally Christian (and even outright Christian in the 2018 live action show). Christian homogeny comes for literally everything, even this comic book character's fictional religion that was once a central part of her character.

The weirdest part is Marv Wolfman's modern Raven solos only further reinforce her new Christian backstory, having her stay with her very Christian aunt's family and even having a storyline about pushing her to go to Mass on Christmas, despite him being Jewish himself. It's unclear how much of this was his own writing choices and how much was an editorial mandate, but it's weird.

This got kind of rambley but my main point is modern DC flattens out it's characters to insane degrees, and that includes things like unique religious practices, fictional and real. Everyone is just vaguely culturally Christian with no further thought given to what makes sense for the character, and any religious diversity (in the comics I have read) is almost entirely there just to tick a box with no real thought or depth put in.

[perenians]

trigon pic below the cut

TRIGON SAYS VOTE ELTGON 🗣🗣🗣

[beyondthetemples-ooc]

I may have realized this before, but I think this is the first time I'm realizng how GRATEFUL I am for this.

Raven didn't have a secret identity in the DCAMU!

The 80's comics never gave her an alternate name or identity. There's a whole Moment when she goes to college where her professor asks if Raven is her first or last name, and she says it's her ONLY name. I always thought that was so COOL, having Raven break the mold like that!

Geoff Johns, of course, changed that so she could… go to high school? I guess? I never really saw the narrative relevance of it. She was fine going to school as Raven before, why does she need a fake name and identity now? (Well, not "now" now, but in like 2003.)

But the DCAMU never put her as "Rachel Roth"! And I am suddenly so absolutely DELIGHTED about that! Her name IS Raven. Arella shed the name Angela Roth when she was taken to Azarath. Raven is just RAVEN.

In the '03 cartoon it doesn't stand out much because aside from the teeniest of nods, they ALL hardly even HAVE secret identities.

But in the DCAMU, Starfire is also Kori and Beast Boy is also Gar, and Jaime and Victor and Damian are all secret-ID-namedropped too. But Raven really is Just Raven.

There are so many reasons for me to love the DCAMU, but this little detail is just adding to the pile. X)

[ao3feed-brucewayne]

Love is Strange

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/VrkZaoR

by LoviBtchez

Inspirations: “Bewitched,” “The Addams Family,” “The Marvelous Mrs. Masel,” “The Munster's” Jason was a simple mortal who just so happened to live around the mystic and the broken. After a brief time dead, he returns to the mortal world where all he wants to do is settle down with a normal girl in a normal home working a normal job. Instead, he meets Raven, a half-demon and a witch. She wants nothing more than to escape her life as the princess of hell and live a normal, mortal life. (Takes place in the bombshell era). There will be talk of racism, sexism, and homophobia.

Words: 5344, Chapters: 1/?, Language: English

Fandoms: DCU (Comics), Teen Titans - All Media Types, DCU, Bombshells (DC Comics)

Rating: Teen And Up Audiences

Warnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Categories: F/M

Characters: Raven (Teen Titans), Jason Todd, Bruce Wayne, Arella Roth (DCU), Trigon (DCU)

Relationships: Raven/Red X (DCU), Raven/Jason Todd, Raven/Red Hood, Red Hood x Raven

Additional Tags: Cute, Fluff, 50's-60's vibe, Bewitched meets Addams family kind of vibes, Retro, Alternate Universe - Bombshells (DC Comics) Setting

read it on the AO3 at https://ift.tt/VrkZaoR

[djbunnie]

BOYFRIEND!

Arella: *getting a back rub* “Wow, so you've been having lots of fun with him, then? Wow, that sounds fun! So, what's he like? is he cute?”

Raven: “he reminds me of the dark villain in a detective movie...”

Arella: “....WHAT!”

Raven: *plays video on phone* “here watch.” *video of Damian in an all black italian suit, twirling a dagger, and throws dagger effortlessly hitting the center of a Target.*

Arella: *shocked* “HE’S YOUR BOYFRIEND!!!”

Raven: *Blushes and nods*

Constantine: *barge into the room* “BOYFRIEND! WHAT BOYFRIEND? YOU ARE TOO YOUNG TO DATE! I FORBID IT!” *cock shotgun*

Raven: *annoyed* “DAD IM 26!”

~bonus~

Damian: *shivers* “Why do I feel like I'm in danger?”

[shaahrazad]

Trigon: “What do you have to say, Arella?”

Arella: “I am pregnant!”

Trigon: !!

Trigon: “finally! I'll have a child to destroy the Earth… Me and my child , Ahhh… promised destiny.”

Arella: [Oof]

[vivian24l]

Rashida and Arella (Wren) interaction sketches.

Arella (Wren) Martha Wayne belongs to @karenthegroomer

[eschercaine]

Earth-3 AU: “Like Father, like Son.”

He did not expect that his son Damian, or rather Talon, to arrive early after telling him to gather information about the Justice League.

“Talon, report,” his deep voice rang across his office as he busily scour every files on his computer.

Talon removed his owl mask, staring at his father’s broad back with his cold, golden orbs. “Lex Luthor is still alive, Father,” Talon replied.

What?

The older man slowly turned around to face the boy. His son. Looking at him reminds Thomas of his past. On how he killed his parents and his younger brother Bruce because of their weakness and their incompetence.

He regretted killing his brother, but it was too late. Despite gaining an immense power after killing his family, a void in his heart remained where his brother's love once lay. But when his son, Damian came into his life, Thomas deemed him worthy to fill the space left by his younger brother. He decided to groom the boy, to become like him... a man who detest any signs of weakness... a man who would do anything to get what he wants.

“Anything else?” Owlman asked.

“He’s gathering new allies to stop the Syndicate.” A pause. “Should I kill him?”

“Not yet. For now, continue to gather information about Lex and his new Justice League and report back to me. And when the time is right, we will crush them once and for all.”

A devilish grin flashed across Damian’s face. “Yes, Father,” he replied before leaving.

He’s looking forward to it. Like father, like son.

Will there be any redemption for Damian?

–

I hoped you liked it!

Could someone make a multi-chapter out of this? Apparently, I suck at writing one. 😅😅

Here’s the link for the summary for this AU: https://eschercaine.tumblr.com/post/633685456642539520/damian-wayne-son-of-thomas-wayne-jr-and-rachel

[ohlookitsthearkhamknight]

Ive been binge reading slade wilson/arella fanfics and i love em. They are one of my fav rare pairs. Idk why but like they just make sense. Also i could see raven going “YOU SLEPT WITH MY MOM!?!?!” And slade going “heh yeah” and raven being PISSED and arella just over their laughing her ass off as raven chases slade around the titans tower. Just running for his life.

[olboypacman]

Make Room

Raven's made peace with the idea of loving Beast Boy, but isn't sure of how to express or confess her feelings or if she should. She consults her mother during a visit to Azarath. Sister piece to 'Trigon the Benevolent.

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A/N: I don’t own Teen Titans

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A black-haired older woman lays down a plain white saucer with matching teacup, almost filled to the brim with warm herbal tea in front a purple-haired younger woman seated at a brown table. The young woman is dressed in black, long sleeved leotard, royal blue ruffled boots that reach ankle level and a gold belt with circular dark red gems embedded in it. There’s also a hooded cloak that matches her boots sitting over the back of the chair she’s seated in.

The older woman is dressed similarly to her younger counterpart, except her leotard, cloak and boots are colored white. She smiles fondly at the younger woman, which other than a little more roundness in her face, pale grey skin tone and larger eyes, is practically the splitting image of the older black-haired woman.

Older woman takes a seat directly across for the younger one, then starts to stir her own cup of tea.

“Boy trouble, dear?” Said the older woman before she took a sip. “I’m not really an expert on the subject, considering your father is the only man I’ve ever loved.”

The younger woman’s gaze is fixed to her tea, the cup being grasped by both of her hands. “It isn’t trouble exactly. I know I’m sure of my feelings. It’s more I’m terrified of what could happen if I confess.” The younger woman droned in a monotoned voice.

The older woman giggles, “Again, Raven. It’s not my area of expertise. Have you tried telling Garfield how you feel? Being straight forward with your father always worker for me.”

“Mother! It’s not that simple!”

The older woman giggles once more, “What’s the worst that can happen, dear Raven?”

It’s amazing, thinks Raven, Lady Arella, spiritual leader of our people, laughing at her daughter’s romantic plight.

The red faced, embarrassed Raven waits until her mother stops laughing.

“If I’m rejected, I could end the world, again.” Raven said dryly.

“Oh, stop!” Said Arella, waiving her hand at her daughter. “Do you think Garfield feels the same?”

“That’s the thing. I try not to pry on my friend’s feelings, like you and Azar had taught me, but some of them feel so strongly I can’t help but sense what they feel.” Said Raven, running her hand through her hair in frustration. “Occasionally, when he practically begs me to hang out with the team, I catch his eyes and a very strong, very brief feeling of something underneath his friendly affection for me before he breaks contact. I’d imagine he’d been taught to dull his emotions by Mento, lest they run into an enemy who can use it against him. But, it’s somewhat like the affection I feel from Starfire. It’s confusing. Does he feel affection for me like a close friend or sister like Kori? What is he hiding beyond his friendly affection for me?” Said Raven, looking away from her mother. Raven takes a long sip of her tea, then re-establishes eye contact with Arella. “When did you know you and father were in love with each other?”

Arella smiles brightly once more at Raven, “It wasn’t just one ‘aha’ moment. After he saved me from the Church of Blood, he arranged for me to stay with an ally of his. Even though Trigon wasn’t around all the time, he still checked up on me, talked with me. And at that point in my life I didn’t really care what happened to me after that betrayal by the Church of Blood. It didn’t matter that I was comfortable around him or that I honestly thought he was handsome. When I confronted him about why he was being nice to me, he said something to the effect of, ‘Speaking from experience, I can sense you need a friend.’” Her face takes a solemn expression, “I was lucky he reached out. I don’t know what would’ve become of me had he not. It was around then the dynamic between us started to change. I started being receptive to his friendliness, we spoke about everything in length. I guess when I really noticed I was feeling something for him was during one birthday.” Arella points to the jewel embedded in her forehead. “When I was a teenager, I got a fake a chakra stone put into my forehead. My foster father at the time didn’t take kindly to that and violently tore the piercing out, leaving a scar on my forehead. As a birthday gift, Trigon healed the scar and embedded a real chakra gem in its place. It actually awakened empathetic and magical potential. I remember smiling at him with tears in my eyes and that gesture made me realize my feelings for him. He would later admit that it was my smile that day that made him realize his feelings for me as well.” She finished with faraway look on her face, and a pink tint to her cheeks. “Much like how you described with Garfield, I occasionally catch your father watching me, not with eyes of something he wants, well, maybe with some want.” She laughs.

“Mom, you’re his peace, his rock. You keep him grounded when the emotional fragments become too much to bear.” Said Raven.

"We both are, Raven. Do you remember when Trigon showed you his memories, dear?”

Raven nods in the affirmative, recalling the somber memory of find out her father’s past.

“Your father’s love… It’s difficult to explain, but it's strong. Intoxicating even. It’s burning hot, like a white star and comforting like a secure embrace. Is that what you sense with your brief glimpses from Gar?”

The young half-demoness nods meekly.

Arella gets up from her seat across from Raven. When she reaches her daughter, she lays a kiss to Raven’s forehead. “Open your senses Raven. Have a little courage and tell Garfield how you feel. I have faith that you’ll find what you’re looking for.”

****

After consulting her mother, Raven teleported back to Titans Tower. More specifically in her room.

From there she decided to make her way to the tower’s kitchen area, having not had her fill of tea in Azarath.

The door to common/kitchen area hisses open and there’s nothing but the blare of television to greet her.

Beast Boy pokes his head up over the couch to see who’s graced him with their presence.

“Oh, it’s you Rae!” He said in surprise.

She read his emotions with her empathetic senses.

There it is, she thinks.

Like many other times before, right beneath his friendly affection for her.

Comforting like an embrace.

Hot as the hottest of stars.

And almost strong enough to get high on.

Love.

And just like that it’s gone.

“Uh, Raven? You OK?” Says the changeling having interrupted her realization.

“Huh?” She said embarrassed having been caught staring. “Sorry,” she mutters, pulling her hood up to hide her blushing face, “I must’ve spaced out. Where’s everyone?”

Beast Boy throws his arm over the back of the couch to hold himself up, having been lying down previously. “Dates,” said Beast Boy, a hint of sadness coming across his features, “Rob and Star are at the movies and Bee was in town and dragged Cy to grab a bite to eat. Seems everyone’s getting together these days, huh Rae?” He finished with a smile that didn’t quite reach his face.

She hums noncommittally as she makes her way to the cabinet to grab her kettle to warm some water for tea.

“Poor baby,” intoned Happy. “How much longer are we going to wait to confess? I can’t stand to see my Beasty so sad!”

With his feelings for her practically confirmed at this point, the empath racks her mind trying think of a way to confess without shattering all the windows in the tower.

While filling the kettle and putting on a flame on the stove, Raven’s interrupted by yet another one of her emotoclones.

“Remember what mother said, ‘have a little courage.’” Said Brave.

An idea pops into Raven’s head at Brave’s declaration.

“It’s just crazy enough to work,” said Knowledge.

“What if he isn’t receptive to it?” Said Timid.

“It has to! Who could deny what our Raven has planned!” intoned Affection.

With her plan in mind, Raven removes the kettle and pours the warm water into a waiting cup. She grabs two bags, throwing it into the cup, adds honey and takes a long sip.

“I’m going to need you, Brave,” she said quietly before polishing off her tea.

****

The resident verdant shapeshifter is lounging the plush black leather of the living room couch, hands behind his head, enjoying a binge session of Bob’s Burgers.

His enjoyment of the shenanigans of the Belcher family’s interrupted, as Raven steps in his line of sight.

“Hey Rae, what’s up?” He asked, not that he minded the view.

She stares down at him, determined look on her face. “Scooch,” she said simply, waving her hand.

“Wha?”

“Make room for me, Garfield.”

Gar motions to the couch, “Um, there’s plenty of room on the couch Rae. I’ll sit up to give you space, if you want.”

She hums once more. She then unclasps her cloak, throwing it toward the other end of the couch.

A blush comes over the face of the shapeshifter at the rare sight of Raven without her cloak, the changeling more than pleased at the sight of the empath’s shapely legs.

She cracks a rare smile at the changeling. “It’s fine,” she said simply.

Her next actions come as a great surprise Beast Boy.

She takes a seat on the edge of the couch, her rear touching his hip. She then swings herself around, laying her body on top of a half of his. She wraps an arm behind his neck, her other resting on his chest. She then entangles her legs with his, her right leg in between his, her knee falling just short of the most sensitive part of his anatomy. She wriggles around on top of him trying find a comfortable position. Once she finds comfort, she nuzzles his neck. Her lips are right by his pulse. If she had a mind to, she could…

“No can do, boss!” Yelled Happy. “That’s gonna take more courage and I hate to tell you, but this impromptu cuddle session took pretty much all we had.”

An image of her emotoclones standing over an unconscious Brave in Nevermore flashes in Raven’s mind. The emotoclone has a dopy grin on her face and her cheeks are flushed as her head is cradled in Affection’s lap, as the representation of love fans her off.

Thank, Brave, you did us good. And thank you mother. Thinks Raven.

“So, does this mean what I think it means?” Asks Beast Boy.

“Yes, it does, Gar.”

“Well, in that case…”

Raven releases a yelp in surprise as she’s repositioned by Garfield as he forcefully reconfigures their position.

Now, she’s sitting across his lap, her legs on the couch, arms wrapped around his neck as he’s sitting up regularly on the couch, her body pressed up to his.

“I think I might owe you a date, Raven.”

She laughs at her changeling’s declaration.

[ravensvirginity]

6, 13, 14, 18 all with Raven pls

Who's a character you love seeing interacting with [x]?

i mean i'll take basically anyone tbh, but i love raven and arella... i wish modern writers would remember she exists

Share a comic panel you like with [x] in it.

i love this one soooo much

What's your favorite thing about character [x]?

how can i choose just one!!! uhh i'm gonna say her pacifism and her relationship with trigon... love her sm

What's your favorite ship with [x], canon or not?

koryrae or donnarae!!