#soul self

[fakeangel-666]

I decided to have a bit of fun with Raven's soul self and share a few headcanons

It always really annoys me how her soul self always looks different every time it shows up but somehow never looks like a raven

She always either looks like a pigeon, an eagle or just... Not like any kind of bird

Now I like the first and the last one, but they just don't give raven vibes, and y'know maybe her soul self isn't even a raven, maybe it's not meant to resemble any kind of bird, or is just supposed to be a pigeon, which, given that she grew up in Azarath would make sense. But really, the opportunity to make Raven's soul self a raven can't be missed.

So I gave her some raven features, a long tail because it's fun, different faint hues in the outline and maybe some extra eyes in her demon form.

HEADCANON TIME

— I hc that her soul self is able to both leave her body and she's able to transform into it herself (which I interpret as her soul self "swallowing" her body) and both methods has pros and cons.

If she doesn't take her body with herself, the time her soul self can be away from her is limited to only a few minutes, but it's basically indestructible. While she can feel pain she can't actually physically get hurt.

If she transforms into it, she's not limited by time at all, but it's easier to hurt her, and injuries will show on her physical body.

— Now there are those moments where she uses to cover herself and the others from the rain

I don't think this and her soul self are the same thing, I think this is just a bird shaped shield. Raven making it intentionally birb shaped is actually really cute lol. Maybe it's not even intentional, it just comes naturally no her

— I imagine it being much more expressive than it was shown in the series. It was almost always so blank and well sue me but boring. I understand why they wouldn't spend that much time animating it but still.

That's all I think, if anything else comes to my mind I'll share it

[catluniscia]

Dark Raven

Speed Paint https://youtube.com/shorts/wMNJu3eGuc4 For Sale https://CatLunisciaCreations.threadless.com/designs/dark-raven Ah Raven my fav Teen Titan, always my fave and relatable to me...and also has a dark demon side within her due to her half demon ancestry, and oh god pre rebirth was um...an interesting design...she was red and in barely any clothes...and also did not so nice things to Starfire...but let's not think about that we are post New 52, Post Rebirth...they decided to not go full dramatic outfit change which works...and is also known as Dr Hate...yall know Dr Fate has an opposite? Makes since lord of order, lords of chaos...eh...so trying to go for something interesting. Yes I know comic fans, she doesn't have 4 red eyes in comics but like...the cartoon influenced me and to be honest...its a great look

[baambastic]

With how popular the “Billy can use magic when he’s not powered up” idea is in the fandom, I’m surprised nobody seems to have applied Raven’s whole Soul-Self concept to that yet.

[polkadotsrcool]

Soul Self Supremacy

[tenebrisdivina]

Soul self mood

[roverjamball]

Chapter 14: A year in the life of Raven : Teen Titans

Day 2 of this tremulous year - 31st December - 1 January

New year’s party. Somewhere is Nevada, U.S.A

Zach saw the Titans part. They’d just had a public split, or so it seemed. It also looked like Raven or Rachel Roth wanted to re-acquaint herself with him after a public break with Damian Wayne.

Zach had shown her special attention, so it stood to reason he guessed. Funny how he was to step in now, while earlier Raven wouldn’t even make eye contact.

Though his mastery was over inorganic matter, he had a minor talent with organic matter as well. Only his family and Raven were aware of this ability of his. It really was not of much consequence. But he had sensed foreign magic surrounding Raven around midnight. This whole place gave off vibes, so he wasn’t sure what had happened to her.

“there is at least Psimon involved.” Raven confided in Zachary. She had been his teammate and Titan. They were easy patterns to get back into.

Psimon huh, there it was, finally, his chance of a confrontation. He would make them pay.

They walked past another display of relics, artefacts and just objects in the form of rugs and walls full of hieroglyphs that were excavated and somehow looked like they formed part of the natural running wall of this mansion. Albeit under a thick protective sheet of glass.

They came across another veranda, Raven took in a deep breath of fresh air. Zachary leaned on the railing. “And the weather mage’s involvement”

“Our host or this preservation society has employed weather mages. It’s undeniable. Temperate climate in December. But that doesn’t mean that they’re involved in some conspiracy. If such a conspiracy even exists.”

“So to recap, all the heavy hitters are here. Let’s face it, this place is chock-full of magic. You were attacked. We don’t know how many agendas are at play.”

Raven created a bubble of energy interference, a bubble where no sound could be heard outside but they could be seen and only vague words would be heard which had no relation to what they were saying or actually doing.

Raven missed Damian. It was silly but she trusted him with her life, and now she had to play this charade. Well Raven didn’t have to liked it, but she could handle it. That had not been her first time pretending to be weaker than she was, pretending to cower from her social superiors.

She’d avoided being outed as Raven, but she’d been forced to flee to Zach. He had backed her play, but still. What a mess.

She’d to get to the bottom of this, which was probably only possible with Raven’s powers. And she needed to get to them sooner rather than later.

“We know I was targeted. By someone strong enough to implant a memory. Did they hit Rachel Roth or Raven of the teen Titans?” Through this energy bubble Raven released her soul self.

A obsidian Raven, invisible in the darkness flew, threw one of the terraces that made the top floor of the mansion. High, high above the compound. Raven opened herself to magic looking for the highest concentration or something hidden. Letting her instincts guide her.

No one was paying any special attention to her. Had they moved on or lost sight of her. Lost interest once Rachel Roth, Damian’s date left him ?

Raven hung on to Zach, breathing hard. She’d trained herself to use her teammates which included Zachary as an anchor, to catch onto in an instant. After almost losing herself and all the titans joined with her in the time stream, it was the first safe guard Damian put in place. Zachary knew how to pull her soul self back, if it was separated from her body for too long—but he’d rarely had to use such training.

An owl hooted, somewhere to her right as her soul-self, blended with the shadows, easy to do at night, and entered one of the side buildings. She froze and just hung there for a moment, blending in, listening for any alarms being raised.

From the looks of it, it would have been a temple of worship. Cats and grain everywhere. Maybe Bastet or even Sekhmet, some cat goddess, because there was images of grainy, cats and mummified animals.

Nothing. Silence.

This property was a big place. It was bound to have ambient noise and lights, the party, the cars, a stray shadow should be easy to disregard.

Hopefully.

Zachary took her hand away from the railing, just to hold, and used it to pull on Raven’s soul self. Then he formed a connection and listened.

The building told her of water, and rain, and oil, and jars full of grain, its contents for millennia…

And also how it’d been moved, brick by brick, from an oasis, where it had stood forever. To this desert, just a while back. Raven took this info with a grain of salt. A building this old, time was relative. Judging from the ware and tear, the move was ... a while back. According to the trees, maybe 20 years or so.

Raven cast her senses around the outer chambers, receptions and hallways and to the boundary wall. No one. On one alive that is. But there were large, thick walls about four or five inches —and plenty of room in between ........

It had an inner chambers, some of which were hazy in her minds eye. Difficult to discern. Unfazed, Raven’s soul self leapt up and grabbed onto an essence, then pulled herself towards it, and placed her soul self on the top.

Second-floor windows were on either side of her, old and thick with webs. For ventilation, as they were facing north and high up in the building, she speculated, trying to orient her self better.

Raven was pushing her soul self to its limit. She continued on, from the outer courtyard to the halls and then slipped upto the inner chamber, visible through one window, and peered in.

Raven, with a grunt moved to go further. It was an effort. She paused, to go on or not to go on. Not with her soul self separated from her body this long. Yet she was so close, the building was not fully shielded. Only this inner chamber was concealed.

She needed a way into the hidden place and then out of this, and fast.

She looked at the stone walls in front of her, thinking. Then she sighed, moved over to it, and hesitated.

She did not want to spend her strength to its limit. But she had no choice. A mental attack and shielding of corporal things. Two different types of magic. It could mean a conspiracy and an alliance.

The walls spoke to her. The wall told her of bricks - sun, elaborate interlocking molds, of rains, of creeping moss, of the tiny footfalls of billion insects that had traversed over it throughout the millennia.

The surface of the wall bloomed in her mind, and she felt every aged crack and every crumble, every bit of stone and mortar and plaster mixture of mud, water and chaff. Stain of each stone - every tool, strike of stone and wooden hammers, copper saws and drills using moistened sand and emery, adzes, chisels, plumb bobs, wooden triangles, knotted ropes, and simple alidades.

All of this information, wave after wave, the second she interacted with the chambers. She had to hold the waves back, a tsunami more like, and only focus on the whole and not each individual stone. And among this avalanche of knowledge was a dark spot. Something was hidden.

Loose bits of information lit up her mind. The stones for this chamber were old, like really old. Limestone and basalt, same as the rest of the structure. With an alabaster misshapen sculpture. It looked like there had been a small alter here once, but it’d crumbled up eons ago. An idol.

Four walls, thick ones, stood before her soul self. And on the other side, some kind of closed, dark space. She examined it. The space within was quite small, about 5 feet wide and tall. Small spaces really didn’t matter, not to her soul self.

She instantly knew how to find a way in, as if she’d built the inner most chamber herself.

Her soul self lowered, from the edge of the containment and started to descend. Her head was pounding, her hands hurt, and she was just recovering from a mental attack.

Like peals of an onion the chamber was revealing its secrets. Every day objects, common place to a temple lay in various state of ruin. Some were intact, new and old and ancient. Benign and some brimming with magic. Small bodies littered the ground, mummified remains. Raven hesitated to see of what. There’s an curious-looking object on one side, she perceived. Not an statue nor a mummy. Even older that the temple or the chamber it was in. Ancient.

Full of something, brimming with ..... potential ... power

Her soul self went to touched the object, finally they would know what this ORGANISATION was hiding and, and.

She was being pulled back. Like an over extended rubber band. It all started to rush back. Pulled back to her body.

Her soul over taxed. She’d only just begun to reach the meat of the matter and .... she’d been willing to bear the pain.

Zach must’ve pulled her back. Dant it, Raven thought, exhausted.

[theenchantedwren]

There is magic in moments.

We can spend a lot of time and energy preparing for a complicated ritual on an Instagram-witch-perfect altar with all manner of herbs, stones, candles, and other assorted items. We can write long, rhyming spells to raise the energy we want to shift.

But, I find there is strong magic in moments that come to us. You know that moment when you first sense Autumn? When around 6pm one evening, the air suddenly shifts to cooler, crisper, sweeter? You find yourself taking a deep cleansing breath as your entire body takes one small step toward the next season. Or, one morning in the early part of the year, you feel the top of your head warming from the sun, and you just know you’re going to see a robin in the next few moments. Seasons rarely announce themselves as lions. They are more kittens tiptoeing in on wee toe beans. But, if we’ve shifted and softened our gaze, we can see and feel these moments when they occur. And the magic we can make in those moments, to me, is some of the most powerful of all. Because, in those moments, you are attuned to the energy around you. You are one with it. You are magic.

In spite of living where we don’t really have seasons, or maybe because of it, I am keenly aware of such a shift. And, my heart is especially thrilled when Autumn peeks out from behind the late summer sun. My soul dances with excitement at this turning of the wheel, because I know what is coming. Shadow work, Ancestor work, and more of the great unbecoming. So much personal magic happens in the Fall, and my soul knows when it’s beginning again. This year is no different, and my soul has already begun my Autumn dance with Spirit.

Image by Terry Deluco