#ravn

"We have already collected Talons, Owls.

Burnt to ash,

no longer corpses of your army."

"Yeahhh...

No Lords,

No Gods,

Just unity, equity, equality, and the pure power of saving the powerless!

No Strings,

No Chords,

No puppeteering sods,

Betraying justice for false control is a simple cowardice."

Wip number 3000000+

Foggy Dread

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Past the dreary day dew, through early endless fog; there, in the morning of Gotham University, between the morning moisture of grassy lawns and stone steps, sat a figure cloaked in distress. Soaked sheets scattered among green, the display of a trembling figure in gothic attire perched with head in hands.

Distraught.

Destroyed.

Desperate to will the situation away with the physical yearning for the day to just reset — Ashley Knight, on their first day at Gotham University, wanted to just wake up from this stress induced nightmare!

Not even 11am and Ash was already sat groaning to themself, a grounded ravn in black velvet and lace, reveling in the solemn mourning of their own deceased thesis and years worth of work. Some doomed deadline now laid to rest on Gotham City University 's grassy lawns, it's guts spilled from the waterlogged body of work, the coffin folder destroyed and ruthlessly torn through.

This was supposed to be a new start!

This was supposed to be an opportunity!

This was NOT supposed to be another screw up!

Aisle Hero

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With the lackluster clicking and ticking of dodgy wheels rolled on stainless waves of epoxy resin floors, the bump and jump and jutter of the shopping cart sung in tune with the buzzing background bore of another 2000s hit.

Jax was tired. Exhausted, actually, recounting and accounting the many numbers in his head. Pivoting into the toy aisle and skimming stone eyes over a lake of cheap toys, already skipping the aisle of plastic and landing to the little rock pool of plush a certain little sun was already bounded over to. A little sun with a very cloudy expression--

"Bor..?" Jax questioned, steering his steel steed to a stop at the small boy's side. "Find anythin' you--

Oh-oh!

What's turned you into a puffin'?"

"J- Jax? -Hic- Jax! They don't have--" Tiny face turned to him, the small and pouty eight year old sharply glared up at him. "Wai- Hey! No puns!!!" Bluebird Callum ruthlessly swatted at the man's leg. "This is serious! Serious, Jax! They don't have Arsenal!!!!"

Ah.

"Arsenal." Jax repeated. He blinked.

And then, there came the shit eating smirk Jax always gained upon sighting his latest prey. Shifting to lean on his trolly, Jax snickered at the grunpy kid. "The football???"

"YOUR JOKES AREN'T FUNNY—!"

Ah, how wonderful, the pure euphoria of being an annoying big brother. Or, it would be fun, at least, if not for the wobbling of Callum's bottom lip. Poor kid looked distraught and far less distracted than Jax had aimed for...

"Th- There's no Arsenal!" Shit. "There's no Ar- Arsenal a- and you're making jokes, J- Jaaaax!" The boy in his favourite red shirt began to bawl, a very startled Jax in ripped jeans and a shirt hurridly fumbling with the plushies around them, grabbing the nearest life preserver in sight, a-- "Er- I- Callum! LOOK!

Look, err, it's Green Arrow—! That's close enough, riiiight??? Callu-"

Feeding the birds often isn't a good idea.... but he's sooooo hungry :'((

Stellar-Jay: Hey Jak, are yo-- ... Is that my fucking bra???

Jackdaw:

Stellar-Jay:

Jackdaw: It makes my pecs pop—