#oc: marius ravinstill

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Ravinstill Extended Family Lore: The Fall of the House of Ravinstill

Extended Family Tree for Easy Reference

A Ravinstill Death Recap Within My Worldbuilding (listed in chronological order)

Albanus Ravinstill (Maximinius' brother and Felix's grandfather), died of unspecified illness

Gaia Ravinstill (Albanus' youngest child), shot in the head during an assassination attempt on Pres. Ravinstill's life (pre-war)

Kassandra Ravinstill (Gaia's infant daughter), suffocated to death underneath her mother's body

Creusa Ravinstill (Albanus' wife), died of unspecified health complications. Grief and stress weakened her.

The following died in the same bombing which was also an assassination attempt on Pres. Ravinstill's life (during the war):

Junius Ravinstill (Albanus' oldest child) & his wife Cythera & their children: Junius (II) & Tullius (Marius' older brothers) Sabina Ravinstill (Albanus' older daughter) & her husband Turnus & their daughter Lucretia (Gnaeus' older sister)

Ascanio Ravinstill (Albanus' younger son) & his wife Metaneira (Felix's parents), died due to rebels bombing the Capitol which hit their house (during the war)

Felix Ravinstill, died in a tragic car crash orchestrated by Coriolanus Snow

Gnaeus Ravinstill, murdered by the supporters of his cousin Marius who mistakenly believed that he had been responsible for the death of Felix, a misunderstanding orchestrated by Coriolanus Snow

Marius Ravinstill, murdered by the supporters of his late cousin believing that he had ordered Gnaeus' death (see fic)

Maximinius Ravinstill, died of old age

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*mimes smoking cigarette* well, I mean, he is my oc. He's got a bit of me baked into him already, so it makes sense! I guess obligatory link to the Marius fic. Anyway, take Lily's quiz and see other cool people's ocs!

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Reprisal | Chapter Fourteen

coriolanus snow x gaul oc

Summary: Ten years after the Tenth Hunger Games, Coriolanus Snow is under Dr. Volumnia Gaul’s wing as a Gamemaker alongside her niece. Unbeknownst to either of them, they’re both being prepared for a much greater task.

Warning: This story will contain explicit violence against adults and children alike (I mean, it’s Dr. Gaul AND Snow) as well as explicit language, and sexual situations.

***This fic is in no way, shape, or form, me endorsing or co-signing the horrific shit Snow does, nor am I trying to romanticize it. Also, apathy and will be the main driving force of any remnants of a relationship between my OC and Snow’s character. So if you’re interested in something very romantic and fluffy…it’s not gonna be this.

Thank you for reading, I hope you like it!

   

It only takes a few seconds to realize what’s just happened, all the delicately proper and polite Gamemakers and scientists that grace the Citadel daily, turn chaotic and panicked, most of which hitting the ground as more shots ring out toward the stage. 

Those who don’t duck down are rushing to the doors, nearly trampling over one another. 

Tawny stays down, trying to gather her bearings. 

She looks to her left on the floor, eye to eye with Dayla who is in shock, staring off wide eyed where her husband has shoved her to the floor. 

He’s still covering her as more shots come. 

Tawny hears a familiar voice shouting in the ruckus. 

Dyess, covered in Ravinstill’s blood, is being dragged away by two Peacekeepers, while three more fire back in the direction of the gunshots.

Martia’s been shot, as well as Dr. Gaul. 

Upon this realization, Tawny’s springing up to rush to her aunt, but a harsh grip on her wrist stops and yanks her down. 

She’s nose to nose with Coriolanus who is far too calm at this moment. 

“We have to get out of here, we’re sitting ducks.” He grits out. 

“My aunt, Coriol — ” 

“ — She’ll be fine. We have to get out.” He speaks it so surely that it makes her mind swim further, relenting as she nods and allows him to yank her toward the closest door on the wall parallel to them. 

“Livia!” Tawny struggles it out in the midst of her heart pounding in her chest.

“Mr. Marius has her. She’s safe.” He states as they get free of the room. 

There’s too many people trying to cram down the hallway toward the front of the house, only making it more difficult on themselves, Coriolanus’ grip on her hand tightening. 

“This way.” He mutters, going the opposite direction, heading deeper into the house. 

They find one of many staircases, and she’s stumbling along as she follows him. 

Once they find an empty room, he’s locking the door behind them as she tries to catch her breath while more gunfire echoes through the Presidential Palace.

Tawny feels as if she’s unable to calm herself, the image of Ravinstill’s body hitting the ground, her husband’s face smattered in the President’s blood, Martia’s dead body collapsed beside Ravintill’s, her aunt. . .

The more she thinks of it, the more frantic her breaths become, Snow’s words becoming muffled in her ears as she struggles to get enough air in her lungs, grasping ahold of his arm to keep from falling down as her head feels too light, the floor sinking underneath her. 

“Tawny,” He says, following her to the floor, his hands grasping her face, gently shaking her until her eyes meet his, tears soaking the palms of his hands. “Slow breaths.” He states sternly, but it’s no good, Tawny feeling as though it’s impossible to do it.

He’s tempted to slap her, to bring her out of her episode and back to reality, recalling hearing that shock could disperse such spells.

Now certainly is not the time for her to be acting like this.

He doesn’t slap her. 

Instead, he tells her the truth, which he hopes will have a similar effect. 

“Dr. Gaul is safe – we planned this .” He hisses out to her, frustrated with her behavior, wishing he had told her sooner so she wouldn’t get in such a tizzy. 

It is a slap to the face, he can see it as she immediately takes in a breath, brown eyes wide in shock as she cries out, “What?” 

“Dr. Gaul is safe. You are safe. All of this has gone as planned.” He repeats as he assures her.  

“What?” It’s broken when it’s repeated, barely whispered out as she catches her breath, finally, her eyes darting back and forth as her mind digests what she’s heard. “Oh my. . . Coriolanus . . .you. . .my aunt. . .the President .” Now she’s nauseous, getting away from his hands, pressing her palm to her forehead as she steps deeper into the large room, pacing.

“ I didn’t. Dyess did.” He states to her, narrowing his eyes at her expression. 

She’s in shock, still, unable to form words when she tries to speak again, a steady stream of tears leaking from her eyes, reflecting in the dim lighting of the room. 

Her breathing once more grows ragged but he’s quickly moving to her, this time his palms grab at the soft skin of her exposed shoulders, his touch keeping her from being lost to her own rampant mind.

“It had to be done, Tawny. There’s already a rumor of uprising being thrown around in one of the districts. Ravinstill was losing his grip — we can’t afford even a sliver of a possibility of another war.” 

She wouldn’t argue. 

She couldn’t.

She knew it was true. 

“Dyess won’t just be shipped away to the districts – he’ll be put to death .” He continues, raising his brows just slightly. “You’ll be rid of him, Tawny.”

She realizes, now, that he hadn’t been dragged away by Peacekeepers because he’d been arrested for sabotaging her work. 

He had been dragged away for plotting the assassination of the President.

No. He had been dragged away after being framed for plotting the assassination of the President.

“Dr. Gaul had to be shot, too, so that it wouldn’t be suspected that she had a part in it.” He further explains. “It’s a flesh wound at best. . .she'll need surgery to remove it and repair the bone at worst, but she known this. It was her idea, and she’ll be okay.” 

“I. . .you. . . how ?” She chokes out, his fingers smearing the tears from her face. 

“Minute details that you don’t need to know. I won’t incriminate you more than I already have.” He replies smoothly. “But it’s seamless.”

“ How ?” Her voice is stronger, more demanding. 

How is this seamless? How is he so sure that they won’t face repercussions? That no one will suspect him nor her aunt of doing this? 

He stares down at her.  

He wants to inform her that Government officials were the ones to make the evidence against Dyess so seamless. . .that Ravinstill’s own cabinet had turned on him. 

But he can’t. 

“Trust me when I say that everyone will know that Dyess Crane is a treasonist in the most severe degree.” He promises her. 

Dyess Crane is finally out of the picture.

Snow finally has Tawny to himself. 

“They’ll kill him.” Her voice shakes when she speaks it, swallowing thickly. 

“They’ll kill him.” Snow repeats her, frowning when she nods, but is clearly holding something back. “Is that not sufficient?” He asks her, sharply. 

She had just wanted him to suffer as a Peacekeeper. 

No matter how many times she wished he had been dead, she now feels overwhelmed with the idea of him being executed for a crime he hadn’t even committed. 

“I don’t want him to die , Coriolanus.” She confesses, shaking her head. “Not for something he didn’t do.” 

“But he did do it, Tawny.” He tells her as if it’s the truth, as if it’s fact. “There’s evidence to prove as much. Him tampering with your work — with the Capitol’s property — is merely the icing on the cake.”

“I don’t want him dead , Coriolanus.” She repeats, her voice thick with grief at the thought. 

“Tawny,” He runs his hands up her shoulders, cradling her jaw, despite wanting to shove her away and spew out how ungrateful she is. “This is the bed that he has made. And you’ve been lying in it with him, unbeknownst to you. . .you need to get out of it." 

She doesn't reply.

He can guess what she’s thinking, he can sense just in the way she’s looking at him like a wounded puppy. 

She thinks he’s taken things too far. 

“Sweet, blameless, innocent , Tawny.” He whispers, his fingers wrap in her hair, tugging on it to angle her face toward his, the tip of his nose grazing along her neck, a small smirk tugging at his lips that brush against her full, parted lips as he adds, “Even though I fucked the innocent out of you months ago.”

She shudders at his words, wishing he’d close the sliver of space between their mouths and kiss her, but also wishing he’d release her and pull away. 

He doesn’t kiss her despite his hand tightening in her hair, pulling on the strands in his palm. 

“Your wife is probably in distress and needs her husband .” She states, imagining Livia in a meltdown, just wanting the comfort of her husband while he leers over his mistress upstairs, confessing to framing her husband in order to get him out of his way. 

Snow’s grip in her hair momentarily tightens, causing her breath to catch in her throat before he’s releasing her. 

    

It’s a fitting sight — five days after the President’s death — the tendrils of dark clouds rolling overhead, the low rumble of thunder sounding in the distance as specks of rain slowly fall, smattering against the black umbrellas the entirety of the crowd has dawned in preparation of the downcasted funeral service. 

Pias Pinnacle reiterates the last five days of grieving the Capitol has endured due to the tragic and sudden loss of President Ravinstill, and once more reads the obituary that had been plastered in every newspaper, magazine, and flyer in the city. 

Every now and then, Pias glances at Tawny where she is in the crowd, seated between her mother and father. 

Every now and then, at least a handful of people glance at her, watching her, lowly whispering.

They had been doing it anytime she had stepped out of the comfort of her parent’s apartment.

Looks of pity, looks of unease, looks of suspicion. 

Poor Tawny , most of them thought, blindsided by her husband’s ways . 

First betraying her by screwing up her hard work, then plotting the assassination of the President. 

Then the questions follow in their minds: 

Did she know about it? Did she help him plan it out? Did she know it would happen, when it would happen, and how? Was this some grand scheme for him to win the presidency someday? Is that the real reason she had resigned at the Citadel? Because she found it useless to have a job when she was soon to be First Lady?

Her aunt, bandaged back together after suffering her own flesh wound from the bullets that followed the shot that killed Ravinstill, delivers the eulogy that has so many in the crowd of colleagues, politicians, and Capitol citizens tearing up. 

At least the President’s son and he are reunited, perhaps. 

It’s a sweet thought that Tawny offers amongst herself.

When it’s time to lay him to rest in his family’s crypt, Peacekeepers conduct their ceremony, folding the flag that had graced his coffin before presenting it to his family, emptying their rifles on cue – each boom of bullets causing her to jolt just slightly. 

The last time she had attended a funeral with so much ceremonious pomp, it was the funeral of her four brothers, all buried at the same time – what was left of them, at least. 

Four flags, four rounds of medals presented to her father and mother by Ravinstill. 

She wanted to steal it all away and throw it into the ocean. The materialistic accolades were poor substitutes for her brothers. 

The whimpers of Ravinstill’s wife echo in the wind as she clings to the flag while Coriolanus offers his handkerchief to his wife, noticing a small, mascara ridden tear slip from Livia’s eye. 

She takes it with an appreciative smile to her husband, dotting at it. 

Once it’s done with, Tigris is finally able to track Tawny down, departing from Coriolanus and Livia as they head to their car in the procession of vehicles lining the cemetery. 

Coriolanus watches his cousin jog as delicately as she can in her heels to catch up with his former mistress.

“Tawny,” She says gently, Tawny turning to look at her. 

“Hello, Tigris.” She replies, furrowing her brows as she waits for Tigris to speak. 

“I tried to call you but, um. . .” She starts, a little awkwardly, not exactly knowing how to say what she was going to say. 

“I haven’t been staying in our – my – apartment.” Tawny says, trying to keep her tone casual despite the despair it’s enriched in. “I should’ve given you my parent’s phone number.” She opens her purse, scrambling for a pen and little shred of paper to scribble it down on but Tigris politely rests her hand over hers before stating, “I actually wanted to talk to you about something.” 

Tawny glances at her mother and father who wait outside the car for her as the rain starts to fall heavier. 

“I’ll be at the apartment in a little while.” She tells them, not wanting to keep them waiting. 

“Are you sure?” Tiberius questions.

“Yeah.” She nods. “I’ll see you in a little bit.”

“In a little bit.” He replies, motioning for the driver to stay in the car, opening the door for Minerva himself, the two of them slipping inside and pulling away. 

Tawny walks with Tigris.

“I don’t mean to intrude, or pry, and you absolutely owe me no explanation, but I wanted to ask if you needed a place to stay for a little while, until you can get back on your feet.” Tigris says, cautiously.

The moment the perimeter of the Presidential Palace had been secured and all were dismissed by the gaggle of Peacekeepers and security, Tawny packed her basic belongings and went to live with her parents once more, refusing to stay in the apartment her husband planned the murder of Ravinstill in. 

She had been heavily interrogated the day following his death, after Dyess was swept away during the chaos that unfolded in the ballroom, once the realization of Ravinstill’s assassination settled in. 

Tawny was cleared as a potential partner in the crime, Dyess refuting her own involvement while he refuted his own – but there was evidence against him, enough to incriminate him.

“I wouldn’t want to burden you, Tigris –”

“ – You wouldn’t be. I promise.” She assures her. “I can’t imagine the hard time you must be enduring right now, and I want to help you as much as I can. Truly, you would not be bothering me by accepting my offer.” 

Tigris knows Tawny and Minerva knocks heads too much for her to be having any real peace whilst living with her parents again, and truth be told, Tawny wasn’t exactly thrilled at the thought of constantly being around her mother once more, either. 

“It’s just until you’re able to find another apartment.” Tigris adds it in hopes of easing Tawny’s worry of intrusion.

Taking in a deep breath, Tawny finally nods, pulling a wide grin to Tigris’ lips. 

“Just until I find another apartment, and then I will be out of your hair.” Tawny adds. 

“You stay as long as you’d like.” Tigris assures her as they approach the car she arrived in, the same time Snow and Livia arrive.

Livia doesn’t even attempt to hide her expression, one of the suspicious ones of Tawny’s involvement in the hit on the President while Tawny completely avoids looking at Coriolanus.

He wonders if he had made a mistake in telling Tawny the truth.

She had already grown distant due to Livia’s pregnancy, but the most recent revelation had completely shoved her away altogether. 

Tigris’ apartment is the closest to the cemetery, the beautiful blonde squeezing Tawny’s hand before bidding Coriolanus and Livia, “Goodbye,” before getting out of the car.

“Wait, Tigris, do you have those curtains?” Livia reminds her, clearly wishing for her to say “yes” and allow her a few moments out of the car with this woman she’s weary of, now. 

Tigris’ blue eyes widen as she honestly pipes, “Yes! Thank you for reminding me,” not realizing Livia’s intentions of merely wanting to escape as she adds, “I can bring them down.”

“Not necessary.” Livia gets out of the car, peeking her head back in to look at her husband. “I’ll be back in just a moment, my love.” 

He nods with a tight, closed-mouth smile that immediately falls with the shut of the door. 

Tawny wants to leave the car and walk home, but with the rain now turning into a hard downpour, she stays where she’s at, being smothered by Coriolanus’ presence. 

It’s the story of her life, at this point. 

“Dr. Crane,” He starts.

“Dr. Gaul .” She corrects him bitterly, reminding him of the dissolution of her marriage that had taken place days prior. 

“Tawny –”

“Don’t.” She shuts him down before he can even speak fully. 

“You can’t loathe me forever.” He cuts his eyes at her. 

“Or what?” She mouths it so quietly that she can barely hear herself. “You and my aunt will kill the next President, and frame me for it?” 

He’s on her in the blink of her brown eyes, shoving the lock of the door down to avoid Livia randomly coming back in to Snow leering over Tawny in her seat, his nose brushing hers as he silently grits out, “You and I both know President Ravinstill was expired . He was President before the fucking war even started . His mind left him years ago, and he hammered the last nail in his own coffin with the taxes .” 

He’s being honest as he says it, the entire Capitol would probably agree and share his opinion of the dead President – they just couldn’t do anything about it the way her aunt and Snow could. 

Tawny ignores the ache between her legs, her black dress pushed up her thighs by his knee that rests on the seat between her knees. 

She’s disgusted with the intrusive thoughts about the man who framed her husband for murder, that shroud her mind and threaten to cloud her judgment. 

The longer she looks in his eyes, the longer their lips stay centimeters apart, the longer his leg maintains its place, only inches from the apex of her thighs, the more she craves to take her hatred out on him. 

He can imagine the slick between her legs, wishing his wife wasn’t just upstairs, or possibly on her way back down to the car, wishing he could at least pull Tawny on top of him, push her dress up, pull her panties aside and watch her grind her cunt against the painful bulge in his slacks until she’s making a mess on him.

But instead, he’s pulling away from her, his eyes holding hers until he sees Livia approaching the door of the apartment building, about to get outside. 

He unlocks the door before Livia gets outside of the apartment building, and the two of them are just as they were when his wife gets back in the car. 

        As soon as the car slows down in front of her parent’s building, Tawny’s quickly saying goodbye to Snow and Livia, rushing through the rain to the door, not even taking the time to use her umbrella. 

She lets out a sigh when she gets inside, the freezing air conditioning not mixing well with her wet skin in the slightest, her teeth nearly chattering as she heads to the elevator. 

When she gets inside, she’s pushing at the fourteenth button, the door gliding to a close before abruptly being interrupted by a hand. 

“Sorry.” Pias Pinnacle states, slipping inside without looking at her, poking at the button to his floor. 

She doesn’t speak a word to him, pretending he’s invisible just as he pretends she is, that is until he’s glancing her way — realizing it’s her . 

His eyes do a once-over of her soaked state, lingering just a little too long on her legs before flittering to her left hand. 

She somehow appears prettier without a wedding ring on. 

“I’m sorry about Dr. Crane.” He says to her, and truthfully, he was sorry, his pity outweighing any ill feelings of her career, though holding onto despising her seems pointless now, being that she doesn’t even work with him anymore. 

Who knows, perhaps they can somewhat be friends of sorts before it’s all said and done. 

It’s not too bad of an idea to him. 

The fact that Pias is even apologizing about her husband, lets her know that he had also been in on what was going to happen to the President, and who it was ultimately blamed on. 

He just doesn’t realize that she knows the whole of it, too. 

He’s plucking into his pocket and grabbing his handkerchief, offering it to her. 

She looks taken aback by his kindness toward her, knowing how he spurns her. 

“I might not be the founding member of your fan club but I can still be polite, can I not?” He asks, the comment successful at coaxing an inkling of a smile from her. 

“Thank you.” She musters up, mumbling, taking the piece of fine fabric from him and patting the water off her face. 

“What do you think they’re going to do about a new President?” He asks next, trying to strike up conversation. 

He had never had one with her before that hadn’t been work related. 

“I don’t know.” She replies, swallowing the lump in her throat. 

“Truth be told, I’m thinking of throwing my dog in the fight.” Pias says to her, next, looking at her with a soft smirk. 

His words spark something in her brown eyes that are framed by smudged mascara ruined with the rain as the gears in her mind start slowly turning.

“Is that so?” She raises a brow, handing him back his handkerchief and he folds it back up.

"If there even is a fight." He adds.

"With all the control freaks in the Capitol. . .I promise, Dr. Pinnacle, there will be a fight." She states, scoffing.

It doesn’t surprise her that Pias Pinnacle is interested in being President. 

Someone else she knows is also interested in the position. 

If that someone is going to gun for running the country, surely the time to seize that opportunity would be now, would it not? 

"Pias," He corrects her in a friendly manner, catching her slightly off guard. 

"Pias." She repeats, finding it odd to call one of her bosses by their first name. 

“Do you think I have a chance?” He asks next, a slight flirtatious tone to his voice, eyes roaming down her back as she steps forward to the doors as they open.

“I think you might have a fair shot at it, Pias.” Tawny says, truthfully before turning away. 

It wasn’t a lie. 

Pias was brilliant, well-rounded, and though he far exceeded her age by thirteen years — she had always found him handsome with his slightly graying brown hair and sea green eyes.

He wouldn’t be an easy competitor for Snow by any chance.

That thought amuses her.

Pias fights back a smile at her words, watching her walk down the hallway until the doors shut and obstruct his view. 

No , He thinks to himself, continuing to imagine the two of them being friends , Not a bad idea at all. 

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Me being sad about a Ravinstill that I made up for 3k+ words. Marius Ravinstill, I really didn’t expect to get this attached to you and Gnaeus, but here we are… technically, there isn’t much new info in this fic that hasn’t been tangentially mentioned in a post on this blog, but I’m also not expecting you guys to be tracking every single thing I just straight up make up about the Ravinstills, so it’s nice to have bits of lore all in one place!

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WIP word game

Rules: You will be given a word, and you must share 1 sentence from your WIPs that start with each letter in that word. (For dialogue feel free to add the descriptors as well.) tagged by @persephoneprice

Word given was BREAD

Blood. The taste of it is still in his mouth, but he isn't drowning in it anymore.

"Run along, Felix." [said Maximinius Ravinstill]

"Excuse us," Gnaeus says and without another glance in Felix's direction, hurries out of the room dragging Marius behind him.

A hand turns Felix's head away from the splintered wood and bombed out stone.

Did they do a good job recreating past?

-wip: you can't go home again (tentative title)

cheated slightly with the first one, because just putting "Blood." felt a little sad.

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Tagging: @meekmedea (you don't have to if you don't want!) with the word MEAT

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Ravinstill Extended Family Lore: The Deaths of Gnaeus and Marius

For the uninformed, Marius and Gnaeus Ravinstill are (in my worldbuilding) Felix's two older cousins. Marius is the eldest surviving Ravinstill cousin and the heir presumptive.

I have for the longest time just handwaved their deaths as a part of a confusing mess that happened in the aftermath of Felix's death via Coriolanus orchestrated car crash, but I have recently been privately rotating them in my head:

I have always known that Coriolanus uses Felix's death to try and turn Marius and Gnaeus against each other.

After giving this some thought, I don't think it works against the Ravinstill cousins, but it does work on their supporters.

Marius' position as Ravinstill heir has always been tenuous in that Gnaeus has always been the better pick. There are a lot of people who would support Gnaeus if he wasn't himself supporting Marius.

I don't think it would take much to convince Marius' supporters that Gnaeus is a threat. The ones that are solely loyal to Marius and see Gnaeus as some encroaching relative who's bullying the Ravinstill heir

Maybe, Coriolanus helps them along with rumors and by slipping something into their communications, but there was always going to be suspicion

Marius and Gnaeus are probably dealing with their great-uncle's grief and their own (and an upcoming state funeral), but when a call comes saying that Gnaeus needs to meet with a few advisors about something, well, it doesn't raise that many questions, Gnaeus was always the one with a better head for politics

And it doesn't matter if Marius' supporters decide to call him themselves after the deed is done or if Marius gets impatient waiting to pick out what coffin they're putting their younger cousin in, he shows up to whatever office or home that Gnaeus has been called to either way (although I lean more towards the latter)

Marius is more impulsive than the average Ravinstill, but I think he's stunned into inaction by the dead body of the cousin that he tried to replace two brothers with. EDIT: Marius is presented with the sight of Gnaeus’ severed head

I think he leaves that night and retires home numb, but the next day, he jumps into action

And what does it say, that as the news breaks, he doesn't seem to contact his great-uncle?

I think Marius purges his own followers and then waits. I don't think he really knows what he's waiting for, but well, Gnaeus was always the better schemer. Marius just avenged his cousin, and he knows that Gnaeus had a lot of friends too. Marius has gotten rid of anyone who would want to protect him.

He's not in the right headspace, so I think Marius greets whoever comes for hims with a smile.

...

I wrote Pater Patriae before I fine-tuned this idea, so this isn't entirely intentional, but what does it say that Max doesn't know the exact details of what exactly transpired? He knows the same version of the story that the public hears: after the death of one grandnephews, the other two pointed fingers at one another and died. I hate that man (I love him and show it by destroying his life)

Fun fact: I was thinking that maybe Marius' supporters might bring him Gnaeus' head, but I don't think they're putting that much work in (to cut off a guy's head). This was to further the fact that this thought I've been rotating started off as a reference to Gnaeus' namesake Pompey (Gnaeus Pompeius Magnus) who sought asylum from Julius Caesar in Egypt and was then beheaded because the Egyptians feared him taking control and also sought to win Caesar's favor.

Anyway, I thought the killing someone for someone else's approval was enough of a reference. Beheading didn't fit Capitolites doing a semi-quiet little murder...

EDIT: I changed my mind. Canonically, (in my canon,) Gnaeus Ravinstill’s head gets cut off and presented to Marius.

I should make a death recap for my Ravinstill extended family. I think it would emphasize the tragedy and would be fun for me. Anyway, Marius and Gnaeus get a tag now! I used to just lump them in with the ravinstill extended family lore tag!

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No one cares about random Ravinstill cousin OCs Marius and Gnaeus, but I do… they’re so miserable. I love them.

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obligatory felix ravinstill ask for the character thing

Ask Game

Thanks for asking, Bel! I tried to keep things rooted in canon which… uh for obvious reasons was hard!

My first impression Related to the current president, is he going to be important? Oh, it doesn't look like it.

My impression now Felix Ravinstill is the most thematically important character in tbosas actually. That's my guy! My boy!

Favorite thing about that character Um, well, ignoring everything that I've mostly made about him (bc clearly I like that) which is nearly everything. I kind of love that Coriolanus has such little to say about it. It speaks to not knowing him despite Felix being a Ravinstill. So many different ways to interpret why that's the case, but it does help me build my case that even people who are keeping track of important players doesn’t single anything out about Felix other than his relationship to the President which adds fuel to my fire that he’s kinda isolated and may not have many close/sincere friends.

Least favorite thing I hate that I've been making him up since January. I hate that he's my favorite little guy.

Favorite line/scene

The movie's "Have you tried this lamb? It's scandalous." will always be iconic for apparently changing my life, but Felix deciding to send Dill the water using whatever sponsor money has is also interesting to me.

Favorite interaction that character has with another When he's gossiping with Dean Highbottom.

A character that I wish that character would interact with more Coriolanus Snow. I like the dynamic of weird jealousy that I've invented for them, and I can kind of see Snow's narration potentially giving credence to that in whatever we do get (but it could go either way like everything with Felix). Alternatively, I'd love for him to interact with Max (his great-uncle) but that's another guy that I basically just made up so…

Another character from another fandom that reminds me of that character

I once compared him to Iphigenia (Greek Mythology), and I can stand by that in the narrative role I have given him in many of my fics...

If we want a character who's like him in canon, look no further than random office worker that I randomly get attached to in the background of an action movie.

A headcanon about that character

Ummm, is there a headcanon about him that I haven't shared at this point? I'm drawing a blank, because I never shut up about him.

His relationship to Ravinstill cousin OCs, Marius and Gnaeus is like meeting their eyes as they turn down a different hallway just as he enters the one he's currently in.

A song that reminds of that character Growing Sideways by Noah Kahn… Just "I'm terrified that I might never have met me" and "And if all my life was wasted / I don't mind, I'll watch it go / Yeah, it's better to die numb / Than feel it all."

I think I meant to mention this to Lily when she was doing the Noah Kahan song assignments but I… uh forgot. Whoops. (better late than never with the thoughts sharing though, @persephoneprice getting to the Persephone ask soon!)

An unpopular opinion about that character

This isn't really an unpopular opinion, but I think most people headcanon him as having a lot of external pressure put on him. I do think that's the case to the extent that there's external pressure put on a lot of the mentors to act and be a certain way, but I think that a lot of that for Felix is also self-imposed. Mostly, because in my head, President Ravinstill takes a "of course, my family can do whatever they want" approach to things, but has failed to communicate this to any of them.

Favorite picture

he looks so... pompous. I love him. (added the same picture again for better crop)

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President Ravinstill and Failed Fatherhood

President. First Citizen. Father of the Country. Maximinius Ravinstill had been that if nothing else.

pater patriae/exu: calamity, ep. 4/ the death of antony/tu fui, ego eris/exu: calamity/ caesar's dismay upon seeing pompey's head/pater patriae/exu: calamity/ivan the terrible and his son ivan/ave atque vale/tbosas (movie)

*unsure if it's clear, so dying/dead romans and ivan the terrible and his son paintings are meant to symbolize marius, gnaeus, and felix's deaths in reverse chronological order. marius and gnaeus being my ravinstill extended family ocs.

[felixravinstills]

hey, guys, is right now a bad time to reminisce about how in my tlt crossover fic, marius ravinstill's fate was to in a way to die at gnaeus' hand and have his soul used as a battery for the rest of gnaeus' indefinitely long lifespan?

[felixravinstills]

after some thinking. i think marius may have it the worst out of all the ravinstills. that’s saying a lot.

It really is saying a lot… I made that family so lonely. Their issues keep getting in the way of them communicating. It’s so *head in hands.* sometimes, I really want to write fics in universes where Felix, Marius, and Gnaeus actually talk, because you know they’d latch on to each other!

Marius not only gets the trauma of remembering life before everyone was dead, but he also gets added heir baggage while not even getting the favoritism… he’s just so…. 😭

marius ravinstill fic for context

[felixravinstills]

i will always remember the ending of pompeii premise;

' in his mind, there is only pain and one refrain:

"i will be with my brothers soon." '

haunting actually 😭 i love u marius

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Marius Ravinstill, you will always be famous to Bel and I!

Anyway, thank you, and I'm glad that ending had such an impact!

[felixravinstills]

you know... i think about ravinstill extended family oc gnaeus getting his head lopped off and presented to his cousin who is also his adopted brother marius enough that maybe i should just make that canon to my worldbuilding...

[felixravinstills]

marius - 🎹 ❤️ 🧠

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Thanks, Bel! I love that you love Marius! I love him too!

🎹 - Do they have any hobbies?

I think he likes running. I don't think he'd go for runs/jogs in public though. He'd be potentially vulnerable, but maybe he's got a treadmill. (He'd like going on jogs though)

I imagine in the Academy/University he might have played soccer/football for fun. In my head, he also does jigsaw puzzles with Gnaeus or by himself.

❤️ - What is one of your OC’s best memories?

I think it would be something like his brothers and him tackling each other during some sort of game (perhaps, with Gnaeus' sister Lucretia too), and then they end up laughing in a big dogpile.

I also have vague visions of his eldest brother, Junius, ruffling his hair when he was younger. I think Marius, Junius, and Tullius were all energetic young boys, but Tullius had the habit of being rougher with a slightly meaner streak. Marius remembers them both fondly, but Junius was the brother he looked up to the most!

it, uh, probably doesn't help Marius' self-esteem that Junius was slated to be the Ravinstill heir after their father being the eldest child of an eldest child

🧠 - What do you like most about the OC?

I kind of love his whole miserable deal, but I'm trying to come up with something actually good that I like about him and not his misery.

I like that he's not afraid to look at and acknowledge his weaknesses. Unfortunately, the downside is he takes that to the extreme, but when I compare him to Felix, who in my head gets more defensive when people bring up his flaws, then it's refreshing in it's own way!

[felixravinstills]

To me, the relationship between Max (Pres. Ravinstill) and his family but especially Felix and my two Ravinstill cousin OCs is like if they were all standing by a ledge, and Max gave them all a length of rope and then left to go get cigarettes or something.

He’d meant for them to tie the rope around their waists to make sure they didn’t fall, but he completely failed to communicate that to them, so when he came back, he found that they'd all hanged themselves

tldr, everything he'd ever done that he thought would keep them safe or make them happy killed them.

[felixravinstills]

me, missing felix and getting sad reading about dog fights: ...

also me: you know what will make you feel better?

me, scared: what?

*marius and gnaeus ravinstill of my extended ravinstill lore standing over me ominiously*