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Raven RP Blog The darkness came before the light, and it will remain after...

[raven-thewaygate]

Hello. I'm Raven.

Name: Raven.

Age: 21 as of 6/12/25

Height: 5'8"

Powers: Various Magical abilities some of which are emotions based.

Bio: I was raised by monks who taught me control over my powers and emotional discipline. I eventually found myself in Jump City and I've been living there as a main base since. These days I check in with other teams lending my time and abilities where I am needed most. When not working I'm reading or spending time with my old team if they can find time these days, not much has changed since I first joined but the villains keep getting bolder and more frequent.

Thread tracking starting now for lore keeping

Thread: new arrival

Thread: magic kids

Thread tree: Birthday Planning

Thread: Happy Birthday Thread: The Ring Returns Thread: Wonderful Friend Gala Thread: Before it Storms Thread: Captured

[chaosophia218]

Heinrich Cornelius Agrippa’s Demon Seals, originally drafted in the early 16th century (modern English translation and interpretation by Lupus Nensén).

[raven-thewaygate]

Everything is normal. Do not pay attention. Do not enter her room. Do not seek answers. Everything is normal.

There had been a few posts onto Raven's blog. About tea. Poetry. Her usual items at her usual frequencies.

Raven had also been going on missions and outings with her team in Jump City keeping the peace and keeping up appearances with her friends.

Everything is normal. Do not pay attention. Do not enter her room. Do not seek answers. Everything is normal.

[ciccerone]

Raven by Saburoe

[life-in-black-and-indigo]

Light against the shadow. ⚖️ Using the purity of White Raven to confront the forces that divide us. Even from afar, we stand with those seeking liberty and a life free from fear.

I created this art with DC's Raven in her white, angelic form as a sign of solidarity for people who suffering because of the current harsh ideologies in the USA.

[comicbookwomen]

Penelope Gaylord

[comicbookwomen]

Eric Matos

[wonderwomangoddessoftruth]

Hey just wanted to check in. I know it's been a while. How have you been? @raven-thewaygate

@lonely-watchtower

I have been doing well, my friend! I look forward to our next adventure, Raven. Or perhaps we simply grab some ice cream in Jump City.

[raven-thewaygate]

Hopefully it won't involve puzzles or a gala. I know a quiet all night milkshake bar, ice cream would be a welcomed change from space rations.

[raven-thewaygate]

Unwelcomed Consciousness

Raven woke up in a cold, foreign, odd space. A cage of metal, glass, and flickering red lights with white roof and white floors. Days?.... Weeks?................ Months?........................... So quickly time could run away from you. Time was always slipping through peoples fingers. Especially when there were no clocks. No audible staff. The only things she could hear came from herself. A shift in her position. Her heart beat. Bone creaks. She had been stripped of personal items and dressed in a basic, black long sleeved shirt and pants. The cell was empty of comforts such as a bed or a private bathroom. She saw the icon of a toilet in the corner. But didn't see any privacy that would lend. The feeling of nausea, lonesomeness, panic, and disconnect filled her to her bones. All the while He was laughing. All she could do was wait and try to get information from the nothingness around her for now. Information was key. @deathstrokewilson

[raven-thewaygate]

It had been an automated ordeal. Food as necessary. Sedation as necessary. Medication attention in the form of nanos when necessary. All the while Raven did her best to keep her eyes closed and ears covered at all times. Her gem had been glowing a steady red and sparking on and off this week. If power was getting through it wasn't her own. The cage was designed to hold Raven. Nobody else. Raven had given up trying to keep track of days because everything in here was a lie. She'd eat and then it would feel like days before her next chance, while other times it's like the food was too frequent and fast. There was no cursed day or sacred night just a cursed white blinding heavenly light searing down at the demon. She'd tried all manner of meditation and calming techniques. But against the white room it was all pointless. She'd begun to see things. Horrifying things beyond comprehension. Monsters, war zones, herself. Screams of agony or pleading sobs were becoming the normal sound track to the cage with the broken whimpers of her meditative chant. She'd broken her hands against the walls. Cracked fingernails trying to claw her way out of the formless cage. Climbing, crawling, searching, searching, SEARCHING! THINGS CAME IN! SHE COULD GET OUT!

[raven-thewaygate]

Can I still give you one of my yearly apple cobblers? Even though we’re not friends this year?

Sorry I never got back to you on this. I was on an off world mission and then life. I'd..... be fine with it for next year. @lonely-watchtower

[raven-thewaygate]

Unwelcomed Consciousness

Raven woke up in a cold, foreign, odd space. A cage of metal, glass, and flickering red lights with white roof and white floors. Days?.... Weeks?................ Months?........................... So quickly time could run away from you. Time was always slipping through peoples fingers. Especially when there were no clocks. No audible staff. The only things she could hear came from herself. A shift in her position. Her heart beat. Bone creaks. She had been stripped of personal items and dressed in a basic, black long sleeved shirt and pants. The cell was empty of comforts such as a bed or a private bathroom. She saw the icon of a toilet in the corner. But didn't see any privacy that would lend. The feeling of nausea, lonesomeness, panic, and disconnect filled her to her bones. All the while He was laughing. All she could do was wait and try to get information from the nothingness around her for now. Information was key. @deathstrokewilson

[raven-thewaygate]

The First Sign

Raven had been texting less and seen by even fewer. Maybe there was just poor reception at her cabin in the woods.

[official-lex-luthor]

Say what you like about Brucie Wayne, but the man sure could throw a party. Although by all rights, Lex shouldn't have even been here; a deliberate snub from Wayne, which meant that Lex had no choice but to show their face. And who refused a chance to step foot in Wayne Manor anyway?

So he'd gone arm in arm with a very reluctant employee- Dorothy something -making use of her press pass to get in.

Lex had made a big show of slipping in, grinning at Wayne from across the hall. He didn't even like Galas, rubbing shoulders with fools for so little gain, but it did feel good to rub it in Wayne's face. Sipping Wayne's expensive drinks, and eating his fancy canapés.

Revenge tasted fine as a hors d'oeuvre, Lex decided, waiting and watching for a delicious opportunity when Clark Kent- loathsome, troublesome thorn in Lex's side, but very pretty -was not at Wayne's hip. Instead, Lex brushed past Kent, waiting to relish a shiver or shudder from the man.

"So you're not working tonight?" Lex probed. Then, heady- bored- this side of daring, they streaked a hand along Kent's waist. "I do have a job for you though..."

@official-clark-kent

[official-clark-kent]

Clark had known of Lex's presence since they stepped into Wayne Manor, and wasn't that an unpleasant thing, that his awareness of a person he didn't much like had broadened so? But the beat of Bruce's heartsong, strong in his ear, soothed him, and he forced himself to ignore the sound of Lex making his way around, how they swam through the crowd like a shark. It was somewhat easy to stick near Bruce for a time, but when he'd slipped off for a moment and Dottie came forward to say hello, Clark had scooted them to the kitchens, given her a breather from the gala and their boss. Had meant it when he said he'd keep Lex focused on him instead of her. Knowing what he was offering. She'd be furious and guilty if she knew the extent of things. So would Lois, for that matter. But Clark cared, and it was his choice, sort of, and he wanted to keep them safe. He could do it. So when Lex sidled up to Clark's side later, the shark having found its preferred meal, he sighed, let himself be bitten and dragged bloody off to a shadowed corner. Allowed Lex to crowd him back, even as the rising panic sloshed in his lungs, drowning him and his voice. "Lex, we shouldn't do this," he whispered, somewhat hoarse. "Not here. It'd be bad for your image if we're caught, with you being my boss and all."

[official-lex-luthor]

Even with the deliciously demure reluctance, Lex still was allowed to crowd a man taller, stronger than him back and away. Like a dog cutting cattle from the herd with a nip to its heels. Truthfully, this was the real pleasure for him; that Clark Kent didn't want Lex, not at all, not one bit.

And here Lex was, taking a bite even in the home of Clark's partner.

"Your concern for me is so touching," they cooed, cornering Kent towards a sideroom. Herding him into the room, Lex's eyes dilating in the dark, the only cut of light coming from the hallway. So black they nearly flashed.

And Clark Kent was strong. A thorn that irritated Lex to no end. Prickled them with articles and accusations. And here was Lex reaching his hand up to some country jock's well-muscled shoulder and pressing down. Putting him in his place.

"On your knees, handsome," Lex prompted, voice welled with eagerness. They shifted, leaning back against the desk and drawing their skirts up and out of the way.

[official-clark-kent]

Clark's jaw ticked lightly, and he slowly, deliberately dropped to his knees, giving a longing glance towards that sliver of light. His too-blue eyes glittered behind the lenses of his glasses before closing in defeat, fingers curled tight into his palms. Better his nails cut into his hands, than shred the knees of his suit's pants on accident. Distantly, he heard Bruce's heartsong, oddly echoed. It was as if Clark had stepped entirely away from his body, to get some space from the act he was about to initiate. Was it getting closer?

[officialbruciewayne]

Gotham taught her first lesson deep, sharp, sure; that no one in this world was above, nor beneath pain. Bruce had first learned it on his knees at eight years old, blood clinging to his hands like a gentle touch. He had seen it in his children, in his enemies, in his friends, in Clark explaining in hoarse, aching tones that he hadn't wanted to hurt Lex Luthor.

Even when Lex Luthor's fascination for pain clung like blood, seeped into the skin. Even when Bruce and Clark had spoken, and then concluded with quiet, defined bitterness that there was no legal recourse that did not place Clark's secret identity beneath too much scrutiny.

In Metropolis, justice meant to bring something into the light. To tell secrets in the open. Front page news.

However, in Gotham, Justice was illegal. Justice was a thug. A brute. A bruiser with knuckle-dusters and winged kuramaken. A shadow with talons and a grapnel. A local monster that dragged you off into the dark. Dangled you and your life above the cracked concrete and hissed in your ear.

This was Gotham. This was the Bat's City. This wasn't just his City - this was his home. This was his friend. His loved one. Kneeling not in blood, but still in pain.

Lex had little more warning than Bruce's shadow in the doorway, before the door closed with a crack. Little more than the sudden plunge of darkness, before a bare hand wrapped tightly around their throat and pulled- seized- strangled Lex towards the shadows with a low, growl grinding against Lex's neck:

"No. I don't think so."

He pulled Lex's arm tight into the small of their back, a savage restraint nearing towards a broken bone. Teeth baring in the black room. A foot swiping clean to drop Lex into his grasp, bruising where he pinned Lex.

The voice continued, low and eerie in the pitch, "You're going to leave. This house. This city. This man. Alone." The first, he could help Lex with- and with practiced, deliberate, carefully inflicted violence, he broke the window with Lex's back.

Not a far fall to the ground, but still- justifiably painful. Yes. Justified. Justice.

[official-lex-luthor]

If there had been darkness at the door, Lex had missed it. Instead, hands fisted in the fabric of his skirts, attention fixed on the miserable set of Clark Kent's mouth. Reaching out with clever fingertips to probe and pull and pry, purring, "open up, handsome."

The light went out. Door like a thunder clap. Black swept in and Lex's head jerked up in alarm- the rush of movement in the room, just a rustle and then pain.

Punishing. Pinning. Pulling them back, legs giving a fearful kick as fingers squoze down on his throat.

Bare skin, sharp and scraping, hand clenching on Lex and dragging him into the dark. Something sudden, painful in the curve of Lex's shin. He toppled back against the savage shadow snarling in his ear.

"No."

Strangled, unable to protest, to claim- not even enough air to try to squeak that Kent liked it, enjoyed it, asked for it--

No breath. Not enough in the blood to think of anything beyond the breathless buzz of fear.

The Bat. The Bat. The Bat with his claws ripening bruises, hauling Lex with a command in blackened tones. Lex fought Gods. Lex fought sky-sent. Superman. Strength contained in arrogance that turned Lex's gut to nausea. This wasn't some alien conqueror. This was no God, alight in the air, cape rippling in the wind. No careful, alien consideration. No God.

This was a devil. The Bat. Claw cragged. Wolf humid command rankling- leave this city, leave this house, leave this man, leave this meat behind, leave this meal, leave it. Pain belonged to other people in this place. Other creatures.

Lex fought Gods and never Devils.

The Bat raised Lex overhead and discarded him. Shattered them, and percussive, Lex struck the ground, whatever breath they had left beaten out of them by the impact.

It was only afterwards, struggling to scrape air back into their lungs that Lex tasted it: a sob, another, spilling the breath from them again. Crying in a shaking heap, thrown from a window.

It took him so long to find the wherewithal to sit. Longer to stand. Waiting for the wraith to come down from the dark window, and finding that the Bat hadn't followed him.

"What the fuck," Lex wheezed. Voice a strained whine. Scrabbled to find their phone, hammering a number into it- "Oh my God. Fuck. Fuck. New Jersey's so fucked up..."

Relief at the line connected. "Earn your goddamn pay and help me now. The Bat threw me from a window. He's in the manor. Kill him. Kill him, kill the fucking bat, that's an order."

[deathstrokewilson]

//Inside, Hunter danced with Dick Grayson in the ballroom, silver and gold, moon and sun in orbited eclipse.// //Outside, there came a voice, both through the phone and behind the defenestrated person half-sprawled on the ground.// "My pay has been earned. The meta containment cube you requested my assistance with has been built. And you can't afford the price of the Bat's head." //There Deathstroke stood, in full regalia, masked. The ease of his movement as he stalked forward could never be emulated by a machine, even one as sophisticated as Sidra. He reached out and plucked the phone from Lex's hand, ending the call, then dropped it and hauled Lex gracelessly to their feet.// "Up you get." //He gave Lex a couple of fortifying pats on the shoulders, brushed dirt and grass from the purple skirt, retrieved and fixed upon Lex's face the now-cracked glasses he'd lost flying out the window.// "There."

[official-lex-luthor]

Lex's body was stiff- broken ribs, they knew, daddy's favorite present -standing with Slade Wilson's help. Baring his teeth through pain, Lex flinched at the pats to sore shoulders, expression twisting with frustration, malignant pain and irritation.

"Thank you." Lex grunted. "Your high-priced retainer is worth something at least," they adjusted their glasses. "You'll need to move quickly with the next phase, get the Kryptonian locked down before refocusing religious fervor in Santa Prisca. Hardly need the interference."

Lex sniffed, removing their eyeglasses to inspect them for dirt. "I am one of three people who can afford the Bat's head on a stick." He raised his head to scoff at Slade. "Tell me, what's the use of buying a dog who won't fetch?"

Their voice failed them. Caught by an abrupt nova of impact, then a second, that Lex only noticed seeing blood blossom out from the point where the bullet had entered.

He dropped. Shot. Twice. A ragdoll onto the grass and shining specks of glass; fury and disbelief twitching on their face.

[deathstrokewilson]

//Slade stepped forward, pointing the barrel of the silenced pistol at Lex's face. His voice came out, low and mocking, smooth but for the bite of bitterness.// "I'm someone else's dog." //And then the third shot rang out. Lex was no more. As promised. The veil was getting thinner, and it was almost time.// //As he picked up his brass, the mercenary glanced towards the ballroom. Through the large windows, Slade spotted himself- Hunter- with Dick. How they finished their dance, how his lips spread in a happy grin as he was attacked with kisses from his little bird.// //The ability to form more than one of himself was a gift, he'd been told as lava edged his veins. For efficiency's sake. But Slade had been using it for ages now, spending part of his time with Dick and part of his time doing his master's work. The meta containment cube, built on Lex's dime, was complete. But it wouldn't hold Superman.// //It was never meant to hold Superman.//

[trigon-demonking]

Trigon's mark appeared on Slade's forehead and turned the man's eye Red.

"Well Done, My Good And Faithful Servant."

A deep growl of a voice flooded the man's mind. An all-too-familiar burn embraced the mercenary as runes coated Slade's body, his master taking the voice box.

Deathstroke's body shook with laughter as the voice shifted from what was clearly his own to something deeper. Something that would give any living person pause, instilling dread in all who heard it.

As the runes finished etching themselves into Slade's form he disappeared, as did the laughter. In his wake the silence was almost worse- leaving those who'd witnessed to wonder where he'd gone to lurk instead.

[officialbruciewayne]

There was a tireless rhythm to it; Bruce's body ached strangely, Clark was in dire need of comfort and quiet. And yet, three gunshots had happened. Bruce hesitated only long enough to hide his identity, cowl, cape, armor, anger- then alighted the window to the grounds.

At most the fall had a lethality risk of 11.4%. Less, throwing Lex back first and to grassy terrain. Good surface area to dissipate force. Not just survivable but deliberately so.

Lex Luthor had survived their fall.

Which made his corpse on Bruce's lawn troubling. More troubling was jet black and orange armor.

Most troubling was the magma bright Mark of Skath blazoned on his forehead. Burning in Bruce's vision even as Deathstroke dissipated from the scene.

"Trigon," Bruce murmured.

[raven-thewaygate]

[Diana approaches Raven in the Wayne Gala, speaking softly over the dull roar of the other attendees.] Raven, my dear! I love your dress. [Diana gives Raven a quick and gentle hug.] How goes your research? I'm still eager to give you a tour of the Library of Themyscira. @wonderwomangoddessoftruth

"Diana." Raven breathed in relief as their friend entered their space. She always tried to attend for her friends as well as to force her to be more social but it was always an uphill battle. Raven hugged back. "You're one to talk you look stunning." Raven looked over the dazzling sparkling dress with it's tasteful gold accents. "It goes. Some truths, some partial truths, mostly lies. I am at the last library of my knowledge. Maybe we could arrange for that visit soon? If it's still alright." She requested shifting slightly back so they'd be a little more out of the way. A hard ask at such a busy gala.

[wonderwomangoddessoftruth]

[Diana can't help but grin at Raven's request.] It's more than alright, my sister. It is welcome! Your visit to Themyscira is long overdue and I have a sneaking suspicion that you will leave as an honorary Amazon. And, of course, our archives will help shine a light on your conundrum and allow you to ascertain the truth.

[raven-thewaygate]

"Truth is a large part of your domain and your people have histories the world of men have lost maybe they remember more." Raven was glad her presence would be so welcomed, even after all this time she was still getting used to being wanted for just herself alone and not her powers. A small part did worry about being 'impressive' enough to be called an honorary Amazon. "My sword skills are rusty and I've never used a shield besides ones of magic that won't affect their views of me will it?" It was a partial tease and partially an actual question.

[raven-thewaygate]

Star Gazing

It had been a peaceful few days. She was currently out in the forest. She'd rented a cabin. Private, extra quiet. She was on it's roof right now gazing up at the heavens above. Without the light pollution it was so much easier to see the stars. It made her feel small but in a comforting way. Mentally her and her father conversed. It was not always horrible to host his prison. Sometimes he could be a good conversationalist and had a deep understanding of her interests. Like right now they spoke of constellations of both this world and ones beyond. How different ones held different powers and uses. How he'd made a star system for her and had made one for her mother. She'd never seen them in person. He offered and she laughed aloud into the darkness. It was usually bad but not always.

[raven-thewaygate]

8 - Will you dress up for this year's Halloween? (and will you be Lady Legasus?)

Yeah since I have off I think I will dress up. I was thinking something easy since I dont have much time to prepare.

Maybe a panther or a witch? Maybe an evil queen or a fairy? Ill know when its closer and after a good look in my closet.

[givemeangstymemes]

🎃 Halloween Asks!

Please specify if for mun or muse!

1 - Do you believe in ghosts? If you don't - what do you think happens with you after death?

2 - Have you ever experienced anything paranormal or something you can't explain?

3 - Do you watch ghost hunting shows?

4 - What do you think of orbs?

5 - Do you watch horror movies? What's your favourite?

6 - How do you celebrate Halloween?

7 - Have you ever dressed up for Halloween? As what?

8 - Will you dress up for this year's Halloween?

9 - Do you go to Halloween parties?

10 - Do you decorate for Halloween?

11 - Have you ever joined a ghost tour?

12 - What do you think of people believing in ghosts and the supernatural/paranormal?

13 - Do you think witches exist?

14 - What do you make of folklore? Do you believe in mythical and mystical beings?