#Revarik

[alintalzin]

List of my wips: Original Fiction part 2.

Continuing on from last post.

Worlds of Myth and Magic.

Hijardis.

Polar fantasy kingdom, no planned story for this one yet.

Karine.

Fairytale fantasy kingdom where people sing all the time, family saga of six children.

Ashlynn's Tale: First book in the series, focusing on the second oldest daughter, currently a work in progress, reverse fairytale retelling of Cinderella.

Rudolf's Tale: Second book in the series, focusing on the youngest son, currently a work in progress, part Nutcracker retelling and part Snow Queen retelling.

Henri's Tale: Third book in the series, focusing on the eldest son, still plotting storyline, part George and the Dragon retelling and part Cunning Ileane retelling.

Snowflake's Tale: Fourth book, focusing on the eldest daughter, haven't got around to plotting storyline, King Thrushbeard retelling.

Rosella's Tale: Fifth book, focusing on the youngest daughter, storyline unknown, part Rumplestikin retelling, part Snow White retelling.

Magnus's Tale: Final book, focusing on the second oldest son, story unknown.

Lyace.

Steampunk inspired republic.

Clockwork Hearts: Standalone novel, retelling of The Scarecrow. Currently a work in progress.

Mayfair.

Edwardian inspired fantasy republic with tea magic.

No planned story for this one yet.

Delorini.

Pirate fantasy republic, no planned story for this one yet.

Jolant.

Gothic fantasy duchy with a ton of incest.

What lies in the forest: Standalone novel, currently a work in progress.

Spinoff series set three years earlier.

It is a corpse that loves you: First novel, Alisette Blackthorn's story, Phantom of the Opera retelling. Work in progress.

A Love So Dark and Dreadful: Rowene February and Lisella Grimn's story, plotline figured out, all I have to do is write it.

Faerlie's Story: Faerlie Shadowhent's story, genderflipped Bluebeard retelling. Title and plot not yet known.

Novelaide's Story: Novelaide Ernesti's story, retelling of Donkeyskin. Title unknown, but plotline figured out.

Obsidia's Story: Obsidia Harvath's story, retelling of Jekyll and Hyde and Jack the Ripper. Title unknown, but I know how the story will go.

Blancha's Tale: Title and plot unknown.

Rosena's Tale: Title and plot unknown.

Ivorie's Tale: Title unknown, folk horror, working on the storyline.

Keronis.

Italian Renaissance inspired political fantasy.

I have an idea for this one, but I'm still fleshing it out.

Hevering.

Tudor inspired fantasy.

Life is very beautiful: Retelling meets alternate history. Still working on the plot.

Deverill.

Victorian inspired fantasy barony with jewel magic.

No planned storyline as of yet.

Jacy.

Regency inspired cottagecore fantasy duchy with talking flowers and flower magic.

Untitled standalone novel: Retelling of Mansfield Park. Still fleshing out the story.

Morli.

Polynesian fantasy chiefdom.

No planned story as of yet.

Alguil.

Hispanic inspired fantasy kingdom.

I have a few ideas for this one.

Lysandr.

Jewish fantasy.

No planned story for this one yet.

Zonora.

Byzantine fantasy empire.

I have an idea for this one, but I'm still working on it.

Trodec.

Wild West fantasy.

No ideas for this yet.

Revarik.

Cyberpunk inspired republic.

No ideas for this yet.

Endonaa.

Space opera set in a consortium of six planets.

Working on the story for this one.

Hapragil.

Viking fantasy.

No ideas for this yet.

Bersum.

Vintage fantasy with noir vibes. Like The Jolantean spinoff series, all the girls know each other.

It's not always romance: First book of the Richfield Sisters Duology, focusing on the eldest sister Posy. Romantic drama. Currently a work in progress, but I know how the story is going to go.

Ask me what I want: Second book, focusing on the youngest sister Frances. Old Hollywood inspired fantasy. Still working out the storyline, haven't started writing yet.

A Darkened Street: The story of Posy's friends Briony and Lita. Noir. Still working out the storyline.

The judgement of broken things: The story of Posy's friend Margot Wilde. Spy fiction.

#Worlds of Myth and Magic #Bersum #Hapragil #Mayfair #Deverill #Jacy #Lyace #Jolant #Karine #Revarik #Endonaa #Trodec #Lysandr #Zonora #Morli #Alguil #Keronis #Hevering #Delorini #Hijardis

[valanthius-xiv]

I'm no angel, I'm no savior, and I've never been a saint . Well, I know I'm not the devil 'cause I still can feel the pain . I walked through fire and through brimstone and there were no pearly gates. I'll be sure to ask about it on my final Judgement Day.

#revarik valanthius #screenshots #the lion #rsv #made in garlemald

[delicate-and-deadly]

Send “💋” For a gif of how my muse would KISS yours: Revarik :]

We both know who the aggressor is here, and yet, she has never been one to roll over without a fight…I needed a series to do this one justice. ;]

AU or First Shard? Please look forward to it. 💋

#AU writing #AU: The Lion and the Lotus #First Shard? #Thank you for the ask! ♥ #Revarik

[meandering-mind]

Send me a ✘ for my muse's reaction to finding yours asleep on their couch: Maril finding Revarik

Maril arrived home to The Bastion after a long night shift in her clinic. The sun had not yet come up; but it was going to within a half bell or so. She let herself into her room quietly so as not to wake anyone else in the building, and after dropping her supply bag on her table she made her way towards her bedroom; pausing with mild shock as she saw Revarik laying a snooze in her pillow pit  surrounded by her books. It took a focused effort for her not to squeak, as she did not immediately recognize the man. And then in the next moment her head filled with thoughts; Was he injured? Had something happened? There was absolutely no reasoning that told her this could be a simple coincidence, so she went to check on him.   ((Maril doesn’t have a couch, she has a “pit” in her room that is full of pillows and books. Very comfy tho!))

#Ask answer #Queue #Maril Hawker #Revarik #Prompt #elibraddock

[shroudkeeper]

If they had a kid? Rivienne x Revarik: Hellbound Decadence AU!

These two trouble-makers? All right!

Name: Lucien ‘Luc’ Chase Valanthius (translation: Light Hunter)

Gender: Male

General Appearance: Lucien has amazingly piercing, sunburst golden eyes, a cocktail blend that comes from both mother and father. His face is strong in definition, very square jawline, high cheekbones and full lips. His hair is a stark white that contrasts the already dark tan of his skin, which easily is remedied later in life when he is able to dye his hair. Despite his dark skin, the sun has granted him freckled skin across his nose and cheeks. He was born long limbed, and into his teens, he is already taller than his mother. Because of his very unique appearance, he grows into a man who generates the appeal of others. It helped that his father had a strict workout regimen and his son took part of it, gaining muscle and mass. Thanks, dad.

Personality: Luc is an extremely calculating, observant young man, very quiet and studious. He later becomes the definition of tall dark and handsome. He is intense and serious, at times a bit forthcoming to those who wish to get close. Though once someone breaches the exterior of his demeanor, they find a charmer hidden underneath, one with a smooth attitude and flirtatious to boot. For that we place blame on the father, who sets a fine example whenever his mother is around.

Special Talents: At a young age, he is very keen at reading the intentions of others, developing at a young age due to the influence of his mother, he can usually tell when someone is deceiving. His mother also introduced him to firearms, giving him an early start and crash course at disarming someone and disassembling a weapon. Before his pre-teens, he knew how to fire a gun and when he came to the age of sixteen, was given his first lesson at sharpshooting. His father taught him hand to hand combat; Lucien excels at defensive and offensive techniques.

Who they like better: He likes them both, but favors his father a bit above his mother. His father gives him all sorts of pointers that has helped him to work past his social-awkwardness when he was young. Because of his parent’s occupations, he hasn’t allowed himself to open up to many; Revarik stepped in and assisted him with blending in better with the crowd, he got involved proactively in his son’s day to day. He is Luc’s role-model, there is no doubt about that.

Who they take after more: Revarik in build and size. Rivienne to some degree to due her physical attributes: her skin color, the shape of his eyes, and he holds a particular allure that is integrated in her. He is built tall like her, but easily has surpassed her height and has become a challenging height compared to his father. He has his mother’s sharp mind and wit, and his father’s heart and strength.

Personal Headcanon: Lucien is not a troubled child, though given the circumstances of his home life, having an assassin for a mother, and a wanted man as your father, could cause a few complications when trying to make friends. Thankfully, his parents were the depiction of Mr. and Mrs. Smith and did well to secure their identities and keep their son safe and clear from any potential dangers. Work is not brought home, and seldom does he hear about the gruesome points of their day. 

But, Luc is not naive, the young man is well learned about his parents and their particular skills - and what they do with them. He doesn’t take on their trade wholly, but works behind the scenes, breaking codes, shutting down live cameras, confirming and re-routing shipments of ‘goods’ to make their lives a little easier when they have to ‘work’. It is the little things that makes his family happy.

@valanthius-xiv @elibraddock -

#prompt: if they had a kid #this kid is going to be a dangerous genius #rivienne #revarik #hellbound decadence #modern au

[lyrisblake]

shhhh he hasn’t noticed yet.

#Revarik

[ffxiv-zathorinsilverwood]

Welp, found the @valanthius-xiv. I’ve never caught him before but I did this time >:D Makes me really like the way Highlanders stand. Why does the armor look good on them T_T

#caught a friend! #Revarik

[valanthius-xiv]

#rsv #revarik valanthius #made in garlemald #the winter praefectus #screenshots

[astral-flame]

There were flames everywhere. The air stank of blood, swear, and burning flesh. No matter where she turned, she saw her tribe mates being cut down. She kept her hands clasped over her mouth. It was all that she could do to keep from crying out, to keep from screaming.

“You will not have her!” A feminine voice shouted to her left. Pamina turned bleary, tear-filled eyes toward the sound, just in time to see an imperial soldier fire into the shouting woman. Her body jerked several times and tufts of pale pink hair became matted with blood. Her body fell limp to the ground, staining the sand beneath her red. She couldn’t see her face. So badly, she wanted to step forward and roll her over. She wanted to see her face, but she couldn’t move. She was rooted into the ground. Nearby, she heard Nijah scream. She-

Pamina awoke gasping for air and covered in sweat. It took her a moment to recognize her surroundings, but once she did, she realized that she was in fact not in the torched part of her home from her youth, but safe in her bed in the middle of the forest. At her side, asleep and free from danger, was N’ikklaus.

Still, her heart raced. How many times had she had that exact same nightmare? It had gotten worse after she had spoken to Revarik. After hearing about J’kuvasie instilling her fears into N’ikklaus, they had become much more frequent. No matter what she did, she couldn’t get her heart rate to slow down.

She couldn’t keep doing this, or putting it off any longer. She had to do something. Anything. Carefully, she crawled out of the bed and to the couch. She picked up the leather rucksack she had packed the morning before, filled with little more than a change of clothes and a waterskin, along with her boots, then crept upstairs. Revarik’s warnings and J’kuvasie’s fears be damned, she would do something to keep them safe.

She just hoped he didn’t hate her for leaving without saying goodbye.

x ./. x ./. x

[ @symbiotic-seeker @valanthius-xiv @handofcards @the-bloody-prince for brief mentions ]

#writing

[safrona-shadowsun]

⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️⭐️

For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses.

Revarik and Safrona: Though Safrona swears off of the Azerite trade Sargaras’ sword has sparked in the wake of his defeat, the Mercenary is one of the few she will make an exception for, half interested in what machinations he intends in the workshop with what she brings him. The Mercenary has likely saved the Courier’s life enough times that he could ask nearly anything of her, and she would trouble herself in getting it to him. At a discount.

Saraj and Smush: Have a small rivalry regarding who’s technology is better. The Ethereal has a lead by a large margin, as his camera does not tend to explode upon snapshot. The goblin insists goblin cameras are supposed to work that way.

Safrona actually questions exactly how much of Eurath’s magic is actual true-to-form Demonology and how much is Illusionary work. While she feels he is quite an accomplished sorcerer, she hesitates to ask questions that might seem insulting to his rather grand pride. And losing the Warmage’s business would certainly be a travesty.

Elernia, Safrona’s succubus is delighted by the Warmage’s interest in her Mistress, sensing the Sayaadi blood that runs through his veins, and the sexual tension he creates. She often goes on about what a fine match he would make with her Mistress, and what adorable little homunculi they would make were they to breed. Safrona is not amused with the demon’s teasing on the the other hand, but there is no doubt the succubus is sitting by a soulwell when Eurath finds her mistress, eating healthstones like mortals eat popcorn.

Safrona still has nightmares of the Juggernaut finding her in a fitful sleep when she is alone, always staring, watching her sleep, crystallizing her bed with his presence. The worst nightmares are the ones where the soul of the Knight of Laments is warning her as he comes, telling her he knows where she belongs. And that he will not stop until he sets her right in his dead eyes.

{ @elibraddock and all of your WoW boys Saf knows. :) }

#Headcanons #Revarik #Eurath #Smush #The Juggernaut #Safwriting

[mischiefs-mistress]

On The Edge of Fate

Vibes (x)

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I don't hear the door close. If I slammed it, it was purely unintentional. The silence was suffocating, dead air so recently full of heartbreakingly sweet confessions that I can still taste them. It was more than I could bear, and my shoulders have carried much.

Maybe he's right. Maybe I am jealous, and I've buried the emotion so far under logic and understanding that I can't see it anymore. I do my best to always keep a clear mind...well, as clear as a mind like mine can be...that's what has gotten us this far. I don't lose my shit without good reason...and this? This was too much to ask of anyone. Even me. Especially me. It isn't even about the necklace. I know that, even if he doesn't realize it. It's what the necklace represents: that loving me is not enough to deter him from what he knows will break us. Will hurt me. As if I need more reminders. My hands find my head and suddenly I'm scratching, trying to pry the memory of the previous night from my skull in vain. I scream into the back of one hand, and I hope I've made it far enough that the sound doesn't carry back to him. The bleeding starts again, and I don't care. In this moment I am ready for my fate to claim me. I no longer fear, and the only thing that pulls me back from that sweet, beckoning edge are the things I still have left to do. If nothing else, I always keep my promises. ---------- My stop at the apartment is only long enough to collect the few things I arrived there with: a deck of cards, a few sets of clothing, and a solitary sketchbook. The rest remains for Revarik to do with as he will. He is everywhere, and I feel my eyes sting again as run my fingers over that which was once ours, seeing clearly the memories we've made here. Lucky is the most difficult to leave behind, and I burrow against him for a few long moments before closing the door between us. I haven't gone a day without pain since the Network's assault on the worm, but today it is amplified. Everything hurts, and there's blood on my sleeve, and breathing feels more like gravel in my lungs. I don't know how I keep moving, only that if I stop I will not get back up again. Not tonight, and I have places I need to be by morning. All I can think about as the door closes behind me are our last words: that I have caged him simply by being what I am. That has always been the danger. I cannot change what has been done to me, but I have given every opportunity for freedom with no consequences to follow such a choice. I remember each and every offer, made with an uncomfortable swelling in my chest and a tongue that felt like lead, but made sincerely. It will never be enough to compensate for my burden. I remember now why I never cared to try. Stupid, stupid girl. Don't you know that you were never made to be loved? ---------- Aetheric travel is near unbearable, but I make it as far as Mor Dhona before my knees give out. The air is freezing, but I don't feel it, and I'm not crying anymore even though my eyes feel more like sandpaper than anything else. I'll be in Garlemald by tomorrow evening, my first promise fulfilled. 'Leave me.' The words echo so often that a detached numbness has settled in, and between the flashes of past and present a half-thought plan begins to form. Kairan will deliver what I've asked. I've seen. The second promise no longer requires care to find the answer, as there is no longer reason to tread cautiously. The third presents the most issue, and I cringe even trying to imagine how I will explain to Sunny that it's time for me to leave this place. That, perhaps, she will find her miracle but mine was never part of that gift given now so many months ago. That every second I've spent among them...my pack...has been worth the sacrifice. I know Synne, and I know that she can hold them together long after I've left them. She will protect the people I love most with everything she has, and I have never been more grateful for anything. As I try to think of what to say to her, to Ric, I realize there is no anger left: only a deep and desperate longing. This realization makes the answer easy: that there is no blame to be placed, that I would have made the same choice had our positions been reversed. To love him for me, not condemn him on my behalf. To remind him that I loved him, truly and well, beyond all reason, from this side of the lifestream to the next. With only the moonlight for company I strip out of my clothes, pulling on the stolen shirt. His scent drifts up to me, and for a moment I'm in his arms: safe, warm, and loved. Heavy eyes and heart eagerly accept the fantasy, and when I finally sleep, it is with wet eyes and shallow breaths. There are no dreams left.

Mentions:

@valanthius-xiv / @synne-tove / @charm-in-spades / @neekaxiv (ish)

#rsv + va #forbidden #forbroken #vie's pov #vielynne ashdale #revarik valanthius #ic #rp #hnng #thoughts

[dragons-bones]

Through you an OC curveball this time around. Smash or Pass, with Synnove and Rereha: Revarik Valanthius (@valanthius-xiv)

Synnove coughed, a blush crawling up her face. “Smash,” she said, voice only a little bit strangled. “Rev’s good in a fight, could throw me over his shoulder, and we’ve argued engineering specs and chocobopower to the point of yelling. And I would be lying if I said I didn’t think it was a treat seeing him shirtless.”

“You know him?!” Rereha screeched. “You’ve kept this incredible hunk of beef from me?! HOW COULD YOU!”

“Oh get stuffed.”

“I would love to. By HIM.” As Synnove shrieked and stuffed her fingers in her ears, yelling about mental trauma, Rereha began banging her fists against the table she was sitting at and chanting, “Smash, smash, smash, smash, smash--”

~~

Smash or Pass, with Synnove and Rereha

#elibraddock #dt answers things #meme stuff #final fantasy xiv #oc: synnove greywolfe #oc: rereha reha #rev i am cackling so hard right now thank you #finally letting rere go full dramatic socialite bard #(also i hope you don't mind me basically handwaving revarik and synnove knowing one another!)