#ravusnightblossom

[yukikorogashi]

Sketch for @ravusnightblossom! ❤️

[apalestar]

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@ravusnightblossom from Send in 📜

Astarion: I slept for almost 12 hours but I might still be tired so lets go for 12 more just incase. Ravus: Astarion, that's a coma. Astarion: Sounds festive.

[xkuja]

@ravusnightblossom sent: No explanation or context given, he sets a plate of fresh-baked strawberry teacakes in front of Kuja. *Enjoy.* 🍓

|| || The unexpected gift left Kuja momentarily surprised. While he certainly considered himself deserving of gifts, the rarity of people offering him consumables was not lost on him. In his worldview, jewelry was often deemed to be worn once or twice, a fleeting adornment. In contrast, a teacake, once devoured, became a part of the eater's being.

...Preferably not a part of their hips, but alas that was one of the facts of life he held little sway over.

"Currying favor, are we, Majesty~?" Kuja quipped, a light-hearted jab toward that subtle political dance commonly embedded in such gestures. "Am I to presume you made these?"

[ruinedbycatastrophe]

@ravusnightblossom liked the idea of a ball/gala thread!

It's not every day one gets to go to a gathering such as this. And it is also not every day one fidgets with his glass of wine twice over as his eyes flickered across the room. He didn't mean to stare, after all it had been some time since he had left his tower and he was not used to people let alone crowds of them. Although, he tried to look presentable. Welcoming. He remembered how to do it but it felt like someone else. Someone who was sure of himself, someone who knew what they wanted, had everything at his fingertips. Gale frowned and left his wine on the table next to him. Maybe he should go. Leave. He made an appearance, that was enough. Maybe some fresh air. Out on the balcony was better. Calmer. He took a deep breath. Hearing footsteps, he turned slightly. "Ah. You are seeking shelter from the storm as well?"

[writtenxbeginnings]

Starter Call being posted --- Answering for @ravusnightblossom

Gentiana had wanted to do more, eleven years ago when the darkness was encroaching. She had helped where she could, taking care of Ifrit for the Chosen King and using what power she could to keep the Oracle safe despite not being able to actually be there. During the last year, Gentiana had popped in when she could to see both Lunafreya and Ravus, doing what she could to assist as she always had before. Her allegiance hadn't wavered; if anything, seeing the dedication that the Oracle had to helping the Chosen King, to seeing the darkness vanquished, was enough to ensure the Astral stayed close. Now, though, it was Ravus that she appeared beside, eyes closed as she bowed her head towards the King.

[dragcnlxrd]

@ravusnightblossom continued from x

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟      As Lysander described the cave that was in mention, Ravus paused his beginning footsteps. Head tilted, he looked toward the young man with contemplation. He liked his cabin. Yet, a deep cavern filled with ice crystals and other native fauna was also inviting. Both possibilities offered him a level of comfort that Ravus would be satisfied with, so it hardly mattered where they ended up.

“I suspect where I implied contains a vastly greater number of soft surfaces, yet…” A soft hum resonated as Ravus stared off into the distance, pensively. At times his disposition made it seem as though his focus or attention were faint, but in truth, it was the precise opposite. Ravus saw everything.He gazed off, watching one of Ardyn’s redcaps chasing a squirrel through the treetops. He heard the bubbling sound of Luna’s pixies playing atop the surface of the lake, clear along it’s further embankments. Dryads rustled their parched leaves while a raven familiar let out a throaty croak in the skies above.

Eyes fell closed as the awareness overtook him and Ravus reveled in it for a breath or so. “Whichever you like. If you wish the cave then, lead onward…”

His lips curled just slightly in an almost-smile. Ah, of course. Those questions were so often amongst the first when it came to the inquiries of those from the human towns. “Yes,” he answered, opening his eyes to look toward Lysander. “All that you speak of.” Especially the unicorns. Ravus liked unicorns.  

"Well if you want cold then the cave it will be. Don't worry you'll find it comfy", he said with a smile as he moved to lead the stranger to his own little hideaway.

"Really?! Dragons!", he said a hint of childlike excitement in his voice as he lead the way. He'd always wanted to see a dragon. He'd seen bones before, bones that others had claimed to be that of dragons, or baby dragons but for all he knew they could just be bones from different animals pieced together.

The mere thought of all such creatures existing out there made him far to excitable and yet reality all but slammed into him as they reached the cave. The fact that these creatures existed was thrilling but why had he never seen one. Was this strange man merely pulling his leg? Jesting with him for some reason?

"If... if they're real then why have I never seen one? If these creatures are real why don't they show themselves? Gran always said there were redcaps in the forest and pixie and brownies but I've never seen one", he said as he made his way through the cave stopping to strike flint to rock in order to light a torch conveniently hidden.

The further into the cavernous cave the cooler it seemed to get. The flames caused the rock around them to almost sparkle. When he reached as deep as he would go he set the torch in a small holder.

The area around him was covered in a thick layer of hay with furs and cushions covering it, a small fire pit in the center of the decor. Lysander smiled and motioned for Ravus to have a seat. He himself flopped down on the furs and looked up at the cavern ceiling.

"Normally there are glow worms up there they make the darkness look as if there are stars in the sky. But I think they are sleeping during this time of the year. It looks amazing when they're glowing the water in the lake glows too", he said quietly.

[sepheroth]

(No question from me. Just a reminder that you’re amazing. 🩷)

Aww. I thank you so much for taking the time to send this in. Even if it is something simple, short and sweet. Still means lots. You honestly are just so good and so kind. It's greatly appreciated. Thank you sticking around.💗💗

[leorugiet]

@ravusnightblossom​ liked for a small starter

Cor stands at the ready, hand upon his blade’s handle, knees bent, arms relaxed. He looks at the other before him, furious anger in his mismatched eyes. “Your hair is in your eyes.” Cor remarks. “You should take care of that if you wish to fight me. It’ll be a disadvantage.”

[intothewildsea]

❛  your optimism might be starting to rub off on me.  ❜

"Good!"

Niamh giggled and pushed up onto her tiptoes, also tugging Ravus down so she could peck a soft kiss to his lips. "You should be a little bit more cheery. If you frown too much your face will get stuck that way."

[valiisthea]

9. when you look at a new blog, what is it that makes you press the follow button? is it the muse, the aesthetics, the writing–?

Munday Asks || Accepting

@ravusnightblossom

The writing! I do not care one little Itty bitty teeny weeny bit for aesthetics. I don't care if the blog has basic Tumblr theme or the fanciest custom theme you ever did see. Do not care.

I care mostly about how someone writes their character and if they give enough to respond to in their replies. That's all!

[apalestar]

What’s something unimportant / frivolous that they hate passionately?

@ravusnightblossom from Weirdly specific but helpful character building questions

His own smell. He can't tolerate the 'whiff' of undead scent he has. He'll do everything he can to mask it with his perfume. One of the essentials when traveling.

Bonus: Stray threads hanging off of clothing. Either his own or someone else's. It takes everything in him not to walk over and cut them off with his daggers. Sometimes he does anyway. People with stray threads on their clothing need to get their lives together.

[xkuja]

🎁 Best gift you ever received and why

|| A Munday Meme on Tuesday ||

🎁 Best gift you ever received and why

Money is the best gift. Nobody knows how to spoil me better than I do. There's no better feeling than when opening a birthday card only for a sprinkling of notes to come fluttering out like tiny angels of profit.

[ofglaiveandguard]

@ravusnightblossom​

It wasn’t often that Titus spent time in Niflheim. He had a façade to maintain in Lucis, after all, the Captain of the Kingsglaive couldn’t keep up-and-disappearing without drawing attention. He had a few days to spare though. As far as the King knew, Titus was currently away on a hunting trip. A loyal soldier like him deserved some time off – Regis had practically ordered him to take some vacation.

It was ironic.

Whenever he was in the area, however, he would always make an effort to check in with the Nox Fleuret boy. He didn’t consider himself a sentimental man, but he wasn’t cruel, either. He had taken no pleasure in killing the Queen. She had been an unfortunate, but necessary casualty.

He saw no reason to make her children suffer.

Ravus, he’d been told, was in the training room. It seemed the boy was serious about rising through the ranks. He could understand it, in a way. It was better to be a soldier than a prisoner. The Empire could give Ravus purpose. It could give him the means to protect his sister. He was playing a game, Titus was sure of that, but what did he care? He was no different. He had no love for the Empire. They were just a means to an end.

He paused in the entrance of the training room, watching for a moment before making his presence known, the armour melting away to reveal his face. He didn’t show his face often – not in Niflheim, but he’d never seen a reason to hide it from Ravus. It wasn’t like he’d ever met the Captain, after all.

“I hear you’ve been making quite a name for yourself. You’ve certainly been busy since my last visit.”

[empatheticscientist]

@ravusnightblossom liked for a starter

“Well.” She glanced around the apartment carefully. Space was at a premium in Lestallum, as it was the last functional city left in a world that was crushed with an everlasting, unnatural night. Which was why, after offering to let Ravus stay with her nearly a month ago, it had taken her a while to find somewhere larger than a one room apartment for the two of them.  Granted, it wasn’t much better, but two rooms was better than one.  Where her last apartment had been what could have generously been called a studio apartment, with a single main room and a separate small bathroom, this one had a relatively luxurious *two* rooms. A bedroom, a living room and kitchen separated by a low half-wall, and a separate bathroom. It wasn’t much more, but it was more.  Standing just inside the threshold, she realized that she was probably blocking him in, standing still with a small stack of books in her arms. Quickly, she moved over to that low wall between the kitchen and living room and set the books on top of it.  “It isn’t much, but it’s ours,” she said, smiling, as she turned to look back at him. 

[dragcnlxrd]

@ravusnightblossom continued from x

⋞⁘♔⁘⋟      The mere sound of those specific words sent a shiver down Ravus’ spine; a quiver of something that was not of the cold he wielded. He suspected that anyone with even a single drop of fae in their blood would feel a similar effect. It was something almost… primal. A sensation lingering from eras long past, when declarations and loyalties held more weight than they did in current days.

“If that is what you wish, it will be so,” he whispered back with a softness in his voice to match Lysander’s. His own pulse beat harder, the faintest trickle of nervousness teasing at the edges of his awareness. It had been years since anyone had declared a loyalty to him, whatever the source.

“Those words are a pact,” he explained quietly. “You still have the opportunity to rescind it and leave, but that shall not linger long.” If Lysander remained, it would be so. However, if he rose and left by morning’s rise, they could mean little to nothing and Ardyn would still have claim over Lysander.

Stay… He spoke in his own mind, using all his willpower not to hold tighter to Lysander, as if he would slip away from him if his protective grasp loosened.

The tip of his nose nestled in dark blonde hair as his eyes closed. Court. His court was shambles, even on a fine day. He would need to compile some title to grant Lysander to place him there, even if only to promise him more security over Ardyn. Court Fae held greater power, and if this was to be their future, he would need to show Lysander how to awaken his own.

"I know... I'm not stupid. I know if I declare myself to you that it's binding", he said softly.

Everything had meaning with the fae, he knew that. He knew that anything he said could be used against him if Ravus so wished it. He trusted Ravus though, he felt safer with Ravus than he did with anyone.

"Why would I leave?", he said softly looking over at him.

"Do you want me to leave?", he asked hesitation in his voice.

He sighed quietly at the feel of Ravus' hold. The tension in his grasp only spoke of his restraint. Lysander merely curled into that hold, found sanctuary in it.

The feel of his nose in his hair had him relaxing. He would go freely with Ravus if it meant escaping his father's wrath anytime he was displeased. He would go freely with Ravus to live out his remaining days in the court of this Winter King if it meant safety even if his mortal life was but a blink to the fae sovereign.

[sylleblosscm]

@ravusnightblossom:

 “ in my arms. “

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Hug Time [accepting]

Luna's fear of frogs began when she was all of three years old.

Fear may be a strong word for it - but there is no other she can think of. She had been playing in the flowers when she spotted a strangely large one resting near the pond. It had stared at her with those creepy eyes, its huge mouth hanging open; and just as soon as it moved to hop away, Luna ran from the pond as fast as her tiny legs could carry her. Her screams dissolving into cries as soon as she found Ravus. She'd climbed into his arms and shook and sobbed so hard, the guards had dispersed to scope out the gardens, fearing the worst.

She doesn't remember this, of course. It had been so long ago - Luna only knows the story because her mother would recount it years later. She'd tell of the heartbroken look on Luna's face when she was finally able to say what she saw only for the adults to laugh delightedly at her cuteness; and how she looked at Ravus like he was her only hero when he didn't join in.

She loiters now in his doorway. There are far worse things to fear these days than the frogs in her garden. She has barely slept these past nights, barely eaten, hardly even set foot outdoors. She is not a child anymore; she can no longer crawl into the arms of another and hide when she is scared. And she is - more than she has been in years. She's terrified.

These visions don't belong in her head. This is a mistake - that much, Luna can tell. But the things she's seen...she cannot simply un-see them. Her home burning. She and her brother both dead. A world in thrall to darkness, and Noctis impaled upon his throne.

All her piety for naught.

She makes to walk away, but in her distress, she has not been stealthy. Ravus can see her. He knows something is wrong. She has no way to tell for certain - she just assumes it, for he always seems to know. For a minute Luna doesn't know what it do, and it is unlike her. She has always carried herself with confidence, as is the way of the Oracle. But Ravus is kind. He opens his arms, and Luna wastes no time indulging. It is not quite the same as when she was a little girl, but it is enough.

❝I know something I shouldn't,❞ she whispers, though she does not elaborate. If this is forbidden knowledge to her, imagine what the Gods might do to him. And besides, she couldn't bear to place his on his conscience, too. Instead, she simply buries her face into his shoulder - but even here, she does not close her eyes.