Ravil Raindance

A colourfully incohesive collection of stories and shenanigans to astound, dumbfound, surprise and amuse. Ramblings meandering and theatrical pandering for you at leisure peruse. Follows from: corsair-extraordinaire.tumblr.com

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if loving clowns is wrong, i don’t want to be right. u_u // another commission for @thatssoravil! i learned so much working on this one and i’m stoked with how it turned out

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Hemera - Does your character need sunlight to thrive?

Ravil cants his head sidelong in an utterly feline expression of puzzlement that the question even needs to be asked. While that’s surely answer enough, he favours the questioner with an indulgent little smile and anoints the impromptu poetry bubbling up to the surface with the lilting singsong of his voice:“Ere cruel Azeyma in her morning tyranny crowns the skiesand drapes ‘cross her kingdoms claimed a gown from sunlight spun,a timely retreat this moon-celebrant must swift and soon deviseinto silken shade’s embrace bid with all due haste to run!The sun and me, we share a mutual enmity! Better by far ‘tis to fly by night, ‘neath mistress Menphina’s hallowed light!”(Ravil is, of course, being needless dramatic, as is his wont. He may be nocturnal to a fault, but however much he complains, he doesn’t actually hate the sun – it’s a source of life and beauty, and a classic lyrical setpiece for serenading Seekers.He just gets sunburn very, very easily.)–Thankoo, @tracytigress!

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“Thou speak’st aright; I am that merry wanderer of the night.” This would be appropriately festive Halloween attire, were it not simply Ravil’s idea of smart casual.

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[023. What do they consider beautiful in others physically?]

Ravil: “A most cruel inquest thou dost suggest! For even Ravil’s rampant cant would be strained thin and threadbare to upon thee best impress that which he loves best! Mother Hydaelyn made her maidens much too well, and this poor performer can scarce sit still for a single bell ‘fore again falling beneath beauty’s bewitching spell!How then, to answer to your liking, of what Ravil finds most striking?Rapaciously he could recant his baser lusts, and wax poetic of Roegadyn with heaving busts; of hips that launched a thousand ships and thighs that throttled frothing sharks for simple sport and merriest lark!But this dramatist would be remiss to do a deserving question disservice with vice and avarice! And so his answer shall instead be this:They who wear their story on their sleeves and walk with peril in their stride – the idiosyncratic, the enigmatic, the oh-so-terribly tragic! – in whom a waken’d destiny abides! Just as form is informed by function, so too our stories shape us ‘long every road and junction. We are chronicles rendered resplendent in coquettish curve and contour – and that, dearest inquisitor, is what Ravil most adores.”

–Thankoo for the ask, @kaliheart!

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DOUBLE THE FUN for Ravil: Where would your character go to hide out in an emergency? Where would your character go on vacation?

14. Where would your character go to hide out in an emergency? “Hi-i-i-de?“ Ravil feigns offense, eyes wide and wounded. “Think you Ravil would turn tail and flee beset by direst emergency? That he would soon shirk the beat of conflict’s drum and callow craven fain become, seeking scant solace in safer haven? Mayhap though hast this miscreant for a softer soul mistaken!Long has it been this harlequin’s role to incite and cajole both friend, fiend and foe! O, to hurtle headlong into a cresting tempest and put fortune’s fickle favour to truemost test – this is what Ravil surely loves best!How could he new legends inspire were fretful feet to fly thither, and there in some hideaway dither, when looming circumstance grows dire?“15. Where would your character go on vacation?        “However could Ravil readily choose, amid so many lush locales to discover and peruse? This roving vagabond is of journeying most fond – e'er adrift in search of mirth and myth and mischief! Not a night passeth without softly whisper’d orison, that ‘neath morrow’s moon he might alight upon some new and far-flung horizon. But if on answers thou dost stubbornly insist, to leave thee with not one but two cop-outs would this dramatist be most remiss! He hath been wont to wonder of late what fate for him doth await in Golmore’s deepest jungle. Mayhap beneath her twisting boughs he might take a merry tumble, and o'er a village of lonesome Viera by happiest happenstance stumble.” But it’s not Sinday, so he doesn’t elaborate beyond nn impish smile and insinuating eyebrow waggle. Sigh.–Thankoo for the ask @scylenara!

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17. Are there any stories or legends your character was told as a child? Which ones?

Ravil: “Little Ravil was nursed and nourished ‘pon faerietale and fantasial flourish! Heartily of hearthside tales were mine ever-eager ears regaled – upon mistrals of myth a nascent imagination set adrift!

For sooth, this harlequin spent his youth atop treetops and down winding forest trails, hands e’er reaching for an ancient’s hero’s coat-tails!

And when the waking world offered nary a threadbare seam? He rested his weary head ere greatness once did tread and found such fables instead in dream!

There are too many tales here now to tell, but linger here a while longer and mayhap this dramatheurge shall find the urge to weave for thee his spell!

What tickles thy fancy, O sanguine-tressed huntress?

Mayhaaaap a lockstep waltz ‘twixt Light and Dark? Or sloshed Sylphic tricksters, light-headed, on a lark? Could it be a ditty of the moogles’ merry mendacity? Or tragedy, calamity, and a demon jester’s dread depravity?“–Thankoo for the ask @herd-of-halla!

[thatssoravil]

[earlfeytea]

Been needing to post this here since completed this weekend~ Finished commission for the lovely @thatssoravil~ 

So very I got to work on this. Ravil is a character I very much love to see and his dress sense is just-*Chef kiss* Thank you so much Ravil for letting me draw your lovely!

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:D ‘Tis a truly wond’rous Ravilian rendition! –Thankoo muchly!

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Just a jovial forest jester, taking a break from capricious cavorting for a quick photo

[thatssoravil]

if i levelled samurai to 75, i could play katana ravil in the qitana ravel

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A fashion-forward faerie prince.

[thatssoravil]

“Such frollicksome feats do mine feet entreat! Cast thine eyes hither, dear audience -- th’art in for a treat!”

[thatssoravil]

No fanciful in-character turns of phrase this time, just endless eldritch screaming beyond words or coherency that I can now put behind the gruelling Eureka grind. >:V >8\_/ >X\__/

[thatssoravil]

👫 GIMME THE HYPOTHETICAL HEADCANONS RAVIL IT'S VV p l e a s e

I’m going to be a mite unorthodox and answer in two posts. Inspiration is fickle lately, and I’ve left many an ask languishing in the depths of my inbox for far too long.

👫 - Despite Ravil’s best efforts, VV stubbornly remains a closed book to him. He is hopelessly drawn to a mystery, but one that refuses to share even the scantest tidbits or cryptic clues is a source of endless frustration. He has convinced himself that she hides earth-shattering secrets, an epic saga fraught with tragedy and woe, and has thusly embarked on an ever-escalating campaign of assorted hijinks, overt and covert, to coax the terrible truth out of her. Dramatic hallway duels. Sweet serenades. Furtively following her as she goes about errands. But the thought of simply asking never quite crosses his mind. That would be far too simple!👫 -Ravil has attempted to plummet from a treetop into VV’s awaiting arms on more than one occasion. This invariably results in injury (for him) and bemused embarassment (for her). He never learns.👫 -BONUS. Picture the scene: Ravil and Vieaux sharing a candlelit bathtub. Tenderly, softly, intimately, he traces her dirt-smeared visage with a soapy sponge. “Wash wash,” he whispers, brushing away her tears of gratitude, “clean clean.”

[morriganofdreams]

Send a 👫and I’ll write four headcanons I have about our muse’s relationship

[thatssoravil]

Doesn’t matter if they’ve met before, hypothetical headcanons can be funnerific.

[thatssoravil]

“Delve ye deep in the deepest Shroud, and mayhap you might find this feline, loud and proud!”

[thatssoravil]

📑 Favorite part of your muse’s backstory?

I have trouble proclaiming a favourite anything, honestly. But poooossibly that Ravil doesn’t have just one backstory – he has several.I have a plethora of headcanons concerning Ravil, and some of them turned out to be mutually-exclusive, or at least couldn’t slot neatly together without some awkward temporal chafing. Indecision and meticulousness make for frustrating bedfellows.In the end, I decided that, leastways when it came to his own tale, Ravil is an unreliable narrator. Sometimes he’s telling the truth. Sometimes he misremembers pertinent facts. Sometimes he lies for his own amusement. Sometimes he simply doesn’t know, and makes some shit up to fill the gaps.But WHICH is WHICH?probably whichever narrative turns out to be the most tragic--Thankoo for the ask!