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How to Make a Raven Smile 101 »

bleedingwriter:

“xaphrin: Prompt? A princess wand, a tutu, ke$ha, and a gallon tub of ice cream. GO.” Hope this is sufficient enough! —-

Something was wrong. Really wrong.

Her jaw was tight. Her lips were pulled back into a scowl. Her eyes were slanted into a permanent glare. But what really tipped him off…

Reblogging this cause I think I might’ve accidentally made a series about Beast Boy making Raven smile. And if that’s the case, this is would be the first chapter.

I am an inferno, I am a tempest. I am venom and fangs and claws. I am lightning and starlight, and I am hell in high heels.

jewelmania21 asked: Bbrae fluff please? :) Ps, I love what you wright!!

exnativo:

There would never be anything that could make him give up on her.

No mission too dangerous. No enemy too powerful. A mountain too high to climb, would be reduced to nothing but rubble in his path.

He knew she didn’t need him to protect her. Her power far outstripped his, to the point where the difference couldn’t even be considered humourous. She was a walking nuclear reactor, with the choice to unleash Armageddon and rain the armies of Hell down on any person of her choosing.

He was a sick child, who’d almost met his demise at the hands of a wild monkey. Yet she had never complained about the role he’d subconsciously placed himself into.

He was her light, the beacon that would chase the shadows from her soul. Always there to give her the comfort she would seek, never extinguishing despite any circumstances.

She was his wisdom, keeping him from the trouble that would seek him out, stitching him back together after he was torn apart. She would be the only one that could lift his spirits on the days it would rain in his soul.

They were polar opposites. Light and dark. Heaven and Hell. Sun and Moon.

Yin and Yang.

They would go through Hell and back if that was the price that would have to be paid. Swim through magma, destroy themselves to save the other.

She was the only one that could make him unleash the fury inside. Any threats on his life would allow the evil of her blood to see the light of day.

The unspoken bond they shared was their strength. The love between them was their motivation. The kisses they’d share, with the moon and the darkness as their only witnesses, were what drove them through any obstacle on their path to victory.

In a way, it was almost comical.

Neither would refer to themselves as part of humanity.

But they would rather die than label the other a monster.

XxX

My definition of fluff may be slightly different to your definition of fluff. Maybe.

Later .o/

X

An evolution of my shipping

  • In the beginning: aww they're cute I bet they'd be good together
  • 2 months later: omg they're so cute why don't you guys kiss already
  • 4 months later: I didn't fucking ask for this dammit. I don't want to care this much
  • 6 months later: Did you fucking see that do you see the way their shoulders brush when they touch, do you see the way they breathe in sync. GIVE ME ALL THE META ON THEIR SHIRTS MATCHING!!Did you see them cough at the same time? Yeah bitch that's how you OTP YOUR OTP COULD NEVER!!
  • 8 months later: *guzzling bottles of alcohol* I'm trash I'm fucking shipper trash. I don't even care, at this point I exist on an alternate plane where my spirit is aligned with theirs... *sobs quietly* endgame bitches *throws middle fingers in the air*

Confession Time pt 2

Often times, I have dreams about celebrities that are in such excruciating and intricate detail that I actually believe that it’s real. When I wake up and go about my day, I’ll suddenly think “Oh I gotta check on Colton. See how’s he’s doing.” I’ll pick up my phone and try to find the number only to be extremely confused and frustrated that I don’t have the number for several minutes before I finally realize

It was all a dream…

rebeccaravenroth asked: I love love love the RaeX going on. Could I request a RaeX one shot of Raven explaining her heritage in not so holy ways to Red X? :3

xaphrin:

Can you ever!

Sorta NSFW.

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"Wait, what?"

Jason blinked down at Raven as she flicked through a book in her hands, trying to decide if she wanted to purchase it or not. Her fingers were slender and pale against the faded, beige paper of the used book. Sighing, she placed it back on the shelf and navigated through the tight aisles and towering stacks of books to a smaller room in the back.

"So, you’re like… what? Lucifer’s illegitimate half-human baby?"

Raven snorted and looked over her shoulder at him, eyes shadowed and dark as the old lights flickered above them. It felt like something out of a bad horror movie. “Please.” She rolled her eyes and stood on her tip-toes to pull a book down from the shelf. “Lucifer only wishes he had the kind of power my father had.” 

He balked a little, feeling the blood leave his face. Not for the first time in their relationship, he really began to question the universe’s decision to let them fall in love. She was dangerous beyond all belief and he was dating her. He was literally flirting with death. “So are you like… some kinda queen of the underworld or hell or something?”

Raven lifted her stare to meet his own nervous one, blinking in surprise and shock. “Jason, you don’t honestly think I care about my heritage within the context of power, do you?”

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