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dark-night-star-light · 1 year

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Spirit Animals and Character Development

Has anyone ever realized how Rollan and Abeke, and Meilin and Conor all have opposite character developments?

(I've never seen this talked about, so I'll just have to talk about it.)

Rollan: His arc is all about learning to put more faith in people. He learns to trust more. After bonding with Tarik, he learns that it's okay to have people that you can trust, care about, and lean on. He learns that some people are trustworthy and that trust can be earned.

Abeke: Her arc centers around learning to trust less. At the beginning of the series, she blindly puts her trust in Shane and Zerif. Later, she learns her trust was misplaced. At the end of the first series, we see her fight Shane and yell at him about how she trusted him and he essentially lied to her the whole time. She learns that although people can seem kind, they may not actually be.

Meilin: Her arc is about how to step down and not be so controlling all the time. Give other people a chance to lead, to make decisions. She needs to step down from a leader-like position in the group and let others' opinions be heard. She needs to be less of a leader and more of a follower.

Conor: His arc centers around being more of a leader. He learns to trust himself, step up as leader, and be less of a follower. He learns that even though he messed up when he gave away the Iron Boar, he can still step up and make decisions and lead the group. He learns to be more sure of himself and less shy.

I love Reilin and Coneke as much as the next person, but platonic Rollan x Abeke and platonic Meilin x Conor is something that I don't see much of. I think it's so interesting that their character developments are mirror images of each other. They need to be a bit more like the other person was at the beginning of the book. It also creates an opportunity where the characters can learn these traits from each other, and I really enjoyed how it played out in the books. It's such an interesting dynamic.

It also shows how neither extreme is ever healthy: you shouldn't trust people too little, lest you end up like Rollan, but you shouldn't trust people too much, either, or else you'll end up like Abeke. You shouldn't be too controlling and bossy, or else you'll end up like Meilin, but you shouldn't be afraid to step up either, lest you end up like Conor.

I don't know if the writers did this intentionally, or if it was just a byproduct of the characters, but either way, I love the way this was handled.

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cigarettesandcoffee · 3 years

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Sam and Rei for the ship meme ofc

Who cooks meals for the other?

I'm pretty sure they cook the same amount, but I have an odd feeling that Sam is an amazing cook, so Reilin probably wants him to cook all the time.

Who spams the other with memes?

Rei definitely spams Sam's phone with memes and photos of Bab all day.

Who likes to tidy around the house?

Sam has always been a bit obsessive about having his surroundings being neat and organized. So he's probably straightening up the house all the time.

Who likes to play pranks on the other?

They're both guilty of this. But I think Reilin would probably have the advantage.

Who asked the other to move in with them?

Well in their modern verse, Rei moves in with Sam. In their DA verse, Sam moves in with Rei. So it depends.

Who is in charge of the music during a car ride?

Something tells me it's Rei who probably has a crackhead Playlist that goes from sappy love songs to death metal screamo. Sam is just an old man who listens to the oldies on 9.

Who is more likely to tickle the other mercilessly?

Sam will mercilessly tickle the shit out of Reilin even if he knows he's ganna catch a swift kick to the jaw as a result.

Who needs to hold the other during scary movies?

Sam LOVES horror movies, but so does Rei. They both probably sit there like "stupid bitch, don't go in the shed." And then she gets murdered and they're like "told you so."

Who has to help the other when it comes to technology?

SAM IS AN OLD MAN WHO ONLY KNOW HOW TO MAKE CALLS ON HIS SMARTPHONE AND NOTHING ELSE. He probably asks Rei to help him at least ten times a day.

Who likes to get a bit frisky in public / an inappropriate setting?

Are you kidding? Both of them are deviants.

Who wakes up first, and do they wake up the other or let them rest?

Sam definitely wakes up first, at like five in the morning. He doesn't wake Reilin up though or he'd catch them scrappy hands.

Who is always taking pictures of the other when they aren’t looking?

Reilin's phone is probably filled with sneaky photos of Samson, he loves his Samb too much not to.

Who always forgets their wallet and never ends up paying for anything?

It's not because he forgets his wallet, but Sam probably wants to pay for Rei's things when they're out because he likes Reilin to know he's appreciated.

Who can’t sleep because the other snores or moves too much at night?

Poor Reilin has to deal with Sam's lawnmower snoring.

Who is better at video games, and do they let the other win or show no mercy?

I think they're both pretty good at video games, but Reilin is a notorious button masher.

Who always gets up in the middle of the night to use the restroom and accidentally wakes up the other?

Reilin with the million times he's pregnant 🤣 Sam has to help roll him out of bed so he can go pee.

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alarawriting · 4 years

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Writeober 2020 #5 - Guardian #7 - Potion

“The price,” the witch said, “will be your first-born child.”

The man wavered for a moment. “My daughter?”

“If she’s your first-born, then yes,” the witch said.

“I couldn’t possibly give up my daughter!”

“That’s fair,” the witch said. “But if that’s the case I couldn’t possibly give you a love potion.”

“But I must win Emilie’s favor,” the man said desperately. “Without her, I will die!”

“No one ever actually died because some other adult wouldn’t fall in love with them,” the witch pointed out.

“You don’t understand.” The man paced in front of the witch, twisting his hands together. “Emilie is beautiful, of course, and I love her, but the entire reason I need a love potion is that I have no wealth. My children will starve unless I marry a woman with a fortune, and Emilie is the daughter of the mayor. She has wealth, I have land; together we can make a future that would be the envy of anyone, but apart… well, she’ll do well, but I won’t. My children need me to make an advantageous marriage.”

“What happened to your wife’s fortune?” the witch asked, curiously.

“We had three children. Fortunes don’t always last as long as you’d hope.” He shook his head. “Ever since she died in childbed… are you sure it must be the first-born child? My daughter Essopeia is three, but she’s healthy and strong. She’s survived every childhood fever she’s suffered thus far. Could you not take her instead?”

The witch considered this. “Who is your oldest daughter?”

“Eleope is the delight of my heart,” the man said. “She’s beautiful, and she knows her letters and figures already, and she cares for her younger brother and sister.”

“How old is she?”

“She’s seven. I can’t do without her. She does all the chores at home. Has ever since her mother died.”

Simple math suggested that if the youngest was three, and Eleope was seven, and the mother had died in childbed, she’d been doing all the chores at home since she was four. “If you married the wealthy Emilie, you’d have servants to do the chores.”

“That’s true, that’s true… it’d break my heart to part with Eleope, but I would still have Reilin and Essopeia…” The man took a deep breath. “All right. I’ll do it. Give me a love potion to win the heart of Emilie, and you can take Eleope.”

The witch had never said what she wanted his first-born for. She noticed that he had never asked.

“I will give you the potion tonight, at midnight,” she said, “and you will give me your daughter.”

***

Eleope didn’t question anything as her father told her the witch would be taking her. Her eyes were downcast, which could be demure politeness, or a means of hiding rage, or despair. The witch lifted her onto the back of her mule, and walked alongside the mule as the three of them went off the path and into the woods.

“Am I to be your apprentice?” Eleope said finally.

“Do you want to be?” the witch asked.

“I… never thought I would apprentice to a witch. I thought… perhaps… a baker? Maybe I would learn to bake? My mother was a baker.” She sighed. It was entirely too adult a sound. “But if I’m to be your apprentice, I’ll make the best of it and be as good a student of witchery as I can. Witchery? Is that the word?”

“It’s usually called witchcraft, but I like the word witchery,” the witch said. “A great deal of witchery is learning how to brew potions, and you use the same skills to brew potions as you do to bake. You must know exactly how much of each ingredient to add, and when, and what temperature to cook it to, and for how long. Obviously we don’t shape potions with our hands the way we do dough, but there are other tasks of witchery that require such skills. Making homunculi of clay, or poppets for healing or harming. If you learned to become a witch, you could easily learn to become a witch who bakes, the skills are so similar.”

“Will I ever be able to see my father and my brother and sister again?”

“You won’t see your father again.”

“I’ll miss my brother and sister. I don’t know how they’ll manage without me.”

“Your father must think they’ll get by. But perhaps sometime you can visit them.”

The mule plodded into a clearing, and a small boy, close to the age of Eleope’s brother, came running forward with a lantern. “Arna! Is the new sister here? Oh, yes she is!” He set the lantern down and jumped up and down. “New sister! What’s your name? I’m Mishel!”

“Mishel, what are you still doing awake? It’s past midnight.”

“How could I sleep? I was so excited about the new sister coming!”

“I’m sorry,” called an older girl, running toward them. “We’ve put him to bed five times. He wouldn’t stay there.” She reached Mishel. “Okay, you’ve met the new sister. Can you come back to bed now?”

“But I don’t even know her name!” Mishel complained.

“Eleope,” Eleope whispered. “That’s my name.”

“Great! I’m Rahel. Mishel, now will you come back to bed?”

“It’s all right, Rahel. One day of being up late won’t harm him,” the witch said.

“Are there a lot of other witch apprentices?” Eleope asked.

“There are a lot of kids here,” Rahel said, “but we’re not all witch apprentices. I think actually only Gerb and Leleth are.”

“I’m gonna learn to ride horses!” Mishel said importantly.

“Helle is studying to be a carpenter, and Telemeos is learning to spin and weave, and I do figures and manage money, and Ideth and Romon are learning farming, and—”

“She doesn’t need a list,” the witch said. “She can meet everyone tomorrow. It’s late.”

“I don’t know why you always pick them up at midnight,” Rahel said.

“Theater, mostly,” the witch said. “Is Minda still up?”

“Course she is. She’s in the kitchen with heated cider for you.”

The witch helped Eleope dismount. “This will be your new home,” she said to Eleope, “and these will be your new brothers and sisters. Perhaps one day, your own brother and sister will join us here. For now, can you go with Rahel? She’ll find you a bed and get you a glass of water or juice. Milk if you like.”

“Will I begin learning witchery tomorrow?” Eleope asked.

“If you want. Or you could learn to bake. Or sew. Or plant. Or repair a wall. Or you can spend most of your time just meeting the other children and playing.”

Eleope whispered, “I don’t understand. Why am I here?”

“Because your father is the kind of man who’d sell his own daughter for an opportunity for money and power,” the witch said tiredly. “Rahel, please take Eleope and find her a bed. Mishel, go back to your own bed.”

“Okay, Arna,” Mishel said, “but I wanna play with Eleope tomorrow!”

The three children went off to the main house. Arna, the witch, went to the kitchen-house, the smaller building where everyone here made food and ate.

Inside, her wife Minda greeted her with a peck on the cheek and a mug of hot mulled cider. “How is the child?”

“Confused. She thinks this is an apprenticeship.”

“Not a bad guess. At least she doesn’t think we’re going to eat her.”

Arna smiled. “Yes, at least we have that much.” She sat down, resting her feet. Minda sat next to her.

“Why this one?”

“She’s seven. Her father had her doing all the chores for the family since she was four. He tried to sell me on taking his youngest child, the one his wife died to bring into the world, because his daughter Eleope was too useful to him. Also, he wanted a love potion to make a mayor’s daughter fall in love with him because he wants to marry into money.”

“He does have another child, though—”

“Two. Middle child’s a boy.”

“Two, then. Some people have to marry into money to make sure their children can eat.”

“He inherited a substantial sum from his father. He squandered it. Then he married a woman with a small fortune. He squandered that in the three years since she died. Now he’s looking to marry another woman with a small fortune. I don’t have any sympathy.”

“And do you know, will the woman he wants the love potion for be affected by it?”

“I don’t know her. If she is, though, we’ll take the other two children.”

Love potions didn’t take away free will – a woman who was influenced by a love potion could still refuse a man. It was more like a potion of attraction. It also wouldn’t work unless there was a sympathetic resonance between the two people. If Emilie the daughter of the Mayor was as shallow and influenced by desires for material gain as Eleope’s father was, she’d be attracted to Eleope’s father when he used the love potion, but she still might turn him down in favor of a richer man she found less attractive. If she was a good person – or even a bad person, but a bad person who wasn’t influenced overly by a desire for money and power – the love potion wouldn’t work.

So if Emilie did marry Eleope’s father, she would probably be the kind of woman who’d be cruel to her stepchildren, and that would mean Arna and Minda would find a way to trick her or the father into giving the children to them.

There were ten children here – eleven, now. Minda had been an abandoned child, her mother leaving her in the woods, and she’d been taken in by Arna’s mother, also a witch. Arna and Minda had become fast friends, and later, each other’s beloved. If anyone came to Arna seeking potions for healing, or something to ease the pain of a dying man, or a potion to end their own pregnancy or make themselves more fertile, she would give those away for free. But if they wanted a love potion, or a poison, or something to end another person’s pregnancy against her will, Arna would demand their first-born child as payment.

And if they balked and refused, Arna would talk to them to find out why they wanted such a terrible thing, and if there was any ethical way to give them what they truly wanted or needed. But if they agreed… Arna would make the deal, because a parent who would give a child away to get a potion was a parent who might abandon a child for many other reasons as well.

Usually the potions either did not work, or they backfired. It was on the strength of the word of mouth of the unselfish, not-cruel people who got potions from her that did work that her reputation rested on.

“Still. She probably loves her father, and her siblings.”

“Certainly. Especially her siblings. I’d like to take them and bring them here.”

“It’ll have to be done carefully.” Many people thought that witches, in general, stole children and ate them. Any taking of a child had to be done carefully, generally in legal exchange with the parent, who then couldn’t bring charges of witchcraft without it coming out that they’d sold their child to a witch. Eleope’s father would have to be conned into handing the children over.

“Agreed,” Arna said, sipping her hot cider. “But it’s late now. I imagine you’ll want to get up early with the children.”

“Early enough. I’ll let the new girl sleep in, if she can.” Minda stood up. “Ready for bed?”

“Ready enough.” Arna stood as well, finishing the last sips of her cider. “Shall we go?”

And the two of them retired to the room they had above the kitchens.

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From the prompt from @writing-prompt-s, “The witch is buying first-borns to rescue them from shitty parents who sell their children.”

#writeober 2020 #alara's october 2020 prompt fics

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violetwolfraven · 5 years

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Reilin Headcanons

Nobody asked for this but y’all can’t stop me. Also I haven’t really read these books in a long time so idk how much of this lines up with the canon.

Rollan catches the feels for Meilin after watching her win that fight against that warrior who was twice her size on their first mission.

Tbh he kind of misses the fact that he does though because he doesn’t really know what love felt like.

Abeke notices before he does.

Tarik does too.

It takes Conor the longest but he knows before Rollan does.

Meilin realizes she likes him when he’s sick and dying in the jungle and she realizes how afraid she is to lose him.

Then Meilin almost falls down a crevasse in Artica and after Rollan calms down he starts think ‘wait what this isn’t hatred wtf is this feeling.’

Their feelings for each other only get stronger during and after the whole Fire and Ice mission.

After that mission Rollan is pretty messed up from his mother trying to kill him and kind of just shuts down

Abeke thinks he just needs space. Conor tries to distract him. Tarik tries to get him to talk but none of them can give him what he needs.

Tarik notices Meilin isn’t trying anything. She’s just keeping her distance.

He asks her why and she says that every time Rollan and her talk they fight so she doesn’t want to hurt him more.

Tarik tells her that maybe the fact that she’s so worried about hurting him is exactly why she’s the one who can help.

So Meilin just goes to where Rollan is sulking and tosses him a bo staff.

“What’s this for?”

“Get up. I’m gonna teach you.”

They don’t talk. Not really. But the others notice that Rollan starts snarking again. (This is when Conor notices.)

When Meilin gets forced to betray them, Rollan doesn’t really process it for a while but then suddenly one day he turns to see her reaction to a joke Conor told and it just hits him like damn he loves this girl.

Meilin tries not to think about Rollan while she’s captive but Gerathon’s already seen her thoughts. The snake knows how much she cares about Rollan.

This leads to her using nightmares of an injured or dying Rollan even more than Meilin’s other friends to torment her and try to break her.

After everything Rollan awkwardly asks if Meilin wants to stay in Amaya with him.

She wants to. But she knows that Zhong needs her as much as Nilo and Eura need Abeke and Conor.

Fast forward 10-15 years, and Rollan proposes to Meilin in the middle of battle.

Picture Will Turner and Elizabeth Swan’s wedding. It’s that. It’s literally that. Lenori or somebody officiates.

Later they do have an actual party mostly because Abeke and Conor were offended they didn’t get to be maid of honor and best man but it’s more of a Tea Ceremony because Meilin wants to be traditional and Rollan just doesn’t care.

To a lot of the public it’s kind of a scandal because the daughter of a Zhong general is marrying a street kid from Amaya.

But they’re both big heroes so nobody dares to say anything too big.

Rollan remembers how hard it was when he was a kid, so he and Meilin adopt a lot of kids off the streets. They take in 6 or 7 at a time and adopt new ones when the oldests grow up.

Some of the assholish Greencloaks are a little pissed that they never hand over any of their kids that summon spirit animals without question; they always make sure the kid knows potential consequences and makes their own choice.

Eventually they do decide to have a kid that will be theirs by blood. (Most of the kids they adopt are somewhere between 5 and 15, so they’ve never gotten to do the whole ‘baby’ thing.)

They have a son, and that son ends up with roughly 2 dozen older brothers and sisters, most of whom were in a gang at some point, (or still are) so nobody ever messes with him.

Their son’s name is Tarik. Rollan actually cries when he turns 11 and summons an otter.

#spirit animals #spirit animals books #spirit animals series #reilin #rollan #meilin #abeke #conor #tarik #essix #jhi #uraza #briggan #lumeo #headcanons

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kaaras-adaar-a · 4 years

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38. Having desperate fumbling sex with most of their clothes still on

SEND A NUMBER AND I WILL WRITE A SMUTTY DRABBLE BETWEEN OUR MUSES (OR A SHIP YOU SPECIFY)

Kaaras had been sent away on Inquisition business for what felt like two months. Letters in between were a good enough way to keep in touch, but there was nothing quite like the physical touch of a lover.

That night, after Kaaras had settled his Hart back into the stables and taken off her saddle, he’d cleaned himself up so he didn’t smell of the road and horses, and then he’d gone to see Reilin in the infirmary. It wasn’t the place for intimate touches, and yet, the both of them could hardly keep their hands off one another.

Kaaras pressed Reilin’s back against the wall, lifting him up as his lover’s thick thighs wrapped around him. Reilin was easy to lift, despite his rather plush body. Kaaras loved it, and he bit and suckled at any part of his lover’s skin as he felt the slick and wet entrance against the thick of his cock.

Reilin mewled, grabbing onto the Inquisitor’s shoulders and hanging around his neck. “Maker, yes,” he whined, his hips nudging needily against the warmth of Kaaras’ eager member. They were still (mostly) dressed, Reilin’s pants hanging off one ankle while the Inquisitor’s pants hung at his thighs, just enough for that wonderful arse to be groped and grabbed with a greedy hand.

“I missed you so much,” Kaaras breathed, a face full of hair as he felt the head of his erection press between damp thighs. Reilin was accustomed to his size, and so long as his partner didn’t complain, he didn’t stop. The both of them, tucked away inside the back of the infirmary and away from anyone inside, as Kaaras’ body thumped up against his lover and the wall.

It was quick, it was hard, and it was nothing short of passion before the two of them were covered in a layer of sweat and Reilin was biting his fist so he’d not scream out in pleasure at his climax. A few more hard thrusts and Kaaras felt himself unload inside his lover, his orgasm dribbling between them and down against the fabric of his pants.

That wouldn’t be the end. After their secret meeting, he’d take Reilin into their chambers and make sweeter love to him, and then Reilin could top him, or have him any way he’d like. He didn’t want him out of his sight for the rest of the night.

#IC #Kaaras Adaar #asks #reply #meme response #Reilin #reilinwarad

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ironbullsmissingeye · 5 years

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A father’s day fic for @reilinwarad who requested some worn out parents. Worn out but very much in love.

Shokrakar sat back in the rocking chair, his daughter happily asleep in his arms. He closed the book he had been reading to her and looked down with a gentle smile. He placed a small kiss on her forehead, holding her a little closer. He and Reilin had been together for around five years now, married for 3, their daughter, Rose, was 4 and named after the flowers Shokrakar had used on their first date. She had Reilin’s thick, curly, hair, and looked just like him, apart from her eyes, which were identical to Shokrakar’s, silver and bright. She was smart, adventurous, and quite, she and Reilin spent a lot of time together, they were very close.

They also had twin boys who were two, Sky, named after Skyhold where they met, and Sei, a mixture of both their names. Sky looked just like Shokrakar, he even had small bumps where his horns would someday form. He was the only child who had more Qunari traits, he was tall, with grey skin, and strong for his age, whereas Sei looked like Reilin and Shokrakar, it depended on who he was with at the time. The twins love to follow Shokrakar around, he’d chase them around the garden to wear them out, paint with them and make a mess. They even pulled some of his facial expressions but Shokrakar would have to admit that he had a soft spot for rose, he always wanted a girl.

They had always planned to have children, live in Reilin’s palace, they moved in just after their wedding and settled in happily. There was space for everyone to have a room of their own, wherever they wanted. But the twins shared, quite happy in each other’s company, and Shokrakar and Reilin kept the children’s rooms close to theirs in case of an emergency. Reilin still played the game, making sure to keep hold of strong connections whenever he needed them. Shokrakar still did mercenary work every so often but leaving his family was getting harder and harder, especially as the children got older. He was close to giving it up, maybe after one last job.

Reilin stood in the doorway, his hair wrapped up in a scarf, wearing a long, black, satin robe with a floral print on it. He leaned on the frame, folding his arms across his chest as he watched Shokrakar and rose, a large smile on his face, he could almost melt watching them together. Looking after all three of the children could be difficult when Shokrakar left but he wouldn’t change it for the world. This is what he wanted, this is all he’d ever wanted. He stepped into the room, being as quiet as possible, but catching Shokrakar’s attention.

“Fast asleep, huh?” Reilin asked, whispering softly.

“Yeah,” Shokrakar replied with a smile. “She passed out when Goldilocks was on her second bowl of porridge.”

“She looks so comfy in your arms.”

“I…” Shokrakar sighed softly, looking up into Reilin’s eyes. “I’ve missed her, I wasn’t ready to let go yet.”

Reilin paused for a moment before leaning in and placing a small kiss onto Shokrakar’s forehead, then onto Rose’s. “Let’s put her in bed and get some sleep, hm? You look exhausted and I want to lie in your arms for a little while.”

“I want that too,” Shokrakar nodded and lifted himself out of the chair, he placed Rose in her bed then covered her. He tucked her in, making sure she was snug. “She’s so beautiful,” He whispered, stepping away from the bed. “She looks just like you.” He took hold of Reilin’s hand, giving it a small squeeze.

“She wants to start riding lessons, I told her you’d teach her, you were so good at teaching me after all,” Reilin leaned onto Shokrakar’s arm, holding his hand tightly as they walked down the hallway to their bedroom. “She misses you when you leave, we all do.”

“I miss you all too…” Shokrakar let go of Reilin’s hand once they were in their room, he stripped his clothes, leaving them on the floor before climbing into bed. “I...I think I’ll give it up, I want to be here with you all.”

Reilin climbed in next to Shokrakar, letting out a soft yawn. He shuffled along the bed until he could cuddle into him, laying his head on Shokrakar’s large chest. “I’d like that, climbing into bed without you it...it’s hard, I miss you so much and the thought of you not coming back-”

“I will always come back,” Shokrakar reassured him, wrapping his arms around Reilin and holding him tightly. He yawned loudly, lifting one hand to rub his weary eyes, they felt heavy and stung a little. “Maker’s arse I’m tired.” He let out a small chuckle, it was a good kind of tired, like after a healthy workout. “I’ll ravish you tomorrow.”

Reilin laughed, giving Shokrakar a playful smack on his chest. “I should hope so, I moisturised for nothing otherwise,” Reilin also yawned, closing his eyes as he listened to Shokrakar’s steady heartbeat. “The boys went to sleep quickly, I gave them a bath and tucked them in.”

“No fussing this time?”

“Nope!” Reilin smiled, running his hand over Shokrakar’s abs. “They even gave me a little kiss.” Reilin sighed happily, opening his eyes to look up at Shokrakar. “We have such wonderful children.”

“They have a wonderful father,” Shokrakar smiled, placing his hand onto Reilin’s cheek and stroked it softly. “They’re so much like you, your gentleness, your kindness, I think I love them so much because they remind me of you.”

Reilin leaned up and placed a kiss onto Shokrakar’s lips, he didn’t know what to say but a kiss usually told Shokrakar what he couldn’t. Shokrakar happily returned it, once again wrapping both arms around Reilin to hold him close. A small knock came from their bedroom door, making them reluctantly end their kiss and turn their attention to it, pulling away from each other. Rose stood in their doorway, clutching her doll, a sleepy look on her face.

“What’s wrong, Princess?” Shokrakar asked softly, sitting up to look at her.

“C-can’t sweep,” Rose replied, a small pout on her lips.

“Oh, mi amour, come get in with us,” Reilin pulled back the cover, patting the space between him and Shokrakar. Rose rushed over and climbed up onto the bed, settling between them both with a large smile. She snuggled into Reilin, laying her head onto him. “Get some sleep, beautiful.” He hummed gently, running his fingers through her hair.

“Don’t forget about me,” Shokrakar laughed, he moved in close and wrapped his arms around Reilin and Rose, cuddling them both tightly. “This is what happiness is,” He whispered. “I love you so much.”

“I love you too,” Reilin whispered back. “Good night, my amour.”

“Good night, Kadan.”

#Shok/Reilin #Prompts #Father's Day fics #Dad!Shok #Dad!Reilin #just two very sleepy but romantic papas

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magic-and-dragons · 5 years

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@reilinwarad

Luto ran his hands through Reilin’s hair, giving the man a gentle but deep kiss before pulling away slightly just so he can look him in the eyes. “Do not worry about me. You already give me so much just by loving me. Whatever time we do spend together is enough. But if you like, I can join you more when you venture beyond the walls of Skyhold, keep you company, sleep in the same tent when night falls” he said softly, brushing away any tears that fell onto Reilin’s warm cheeks.

#thread #reilin #reilinwarad

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d-d-disgusting · 6 years

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Send me📝 and my muse will reveal their thoughts about your muse.

Their first impression:

Vince’s first thought was that Reilin’s coloration is odd, and wondering whether he was some race of person he’d never seen before. The second was that someone else caring for plants was very good to see, and the third thought was mostly just admiring that he’s absolutely beautiful.

Their current impression:

Soft. Respectful, and respectable. And cute. Usually he’s good at avoiding people and distancing himself, but he has a hard time not wanting to get to know Reilin better. Something about him is very easy to trust.

What they like the most about your muse:

Reilin’s entire demeanor is gentle. He’s a kind soul, and treats Vince like any other normal person without a hint of judgement (even for things that would be reasonable to judge), and that in itself is striking. Conversation with him feels like going back to something normal.

What they dislike the most about your muse:

He doesn’t know him closely enough to have made this decision! Currently the biggest problem is that it feels like opening up honestly about his own issues to him would be a horrible, complicated, terrible idea, so there’s a lot of guard about that.

What your muse is for them ( Friend, lover, rival ecc.):

Good question!

A general opinion of their relationship:

I…love the plant dads so much..

If applicable, something they wish to reveal:

I don’t know if he wants to be able reveal what he’s ‘really like’/what he really is going through to Reilin or if he really REALLY doesn’t.

#reilinwarad #answered #ooc #These two have incredibly soft interactions and the potential for Vince makin things angsty is just. Looming..#Vince @ himself *Don't make it weird Be Cool don't make it weird*#but then Reilin does shit like give him a tiny cactus and he becomes a bouncing puppy dog so ashjkf

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URL ReilinWarad

My Opinion on; @reilinwarad

Character in general: Oh my god, Reilin. Reilin is adorable. He is sweet and funny, he is strong and brave, and he is so charming when he wants to be. And an utter dork in other moments. I adore Reilin so much, and Teagan in absolutely head over heels for him in a surprisingly quick time. There’s also depths to him, sadness and loss, and I am so impressed with how he’s kept going through it all.How they play them: I have been saying this a bit, but honestly, I can’t imagine anyone else playing this muse. They have Reilin’s voice down pat, they have incredible ideas for threads, and they put so much effort into his backstory and character creation. I applaud you for that.The Mun: The mun, oh my god. The mun is just as adorable as their muse. I love talking to them, I love their ideas, and I can’t wait to talk to them more and see what more ideas they have.

Do I:

RP with them: YESWant to RP with them: More. Always.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: 10/10. Awesome muse. Awesome mun :)

#answered ask #reilinwarad #Anonymous

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bayofwolves · 4 months

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you'll all be overjoyed to know that rollan and meilin are officially dating in path of the heroes. have been for a while, actually -- they got together not long after the evertree. 2 years and a bit, going strong! they actually celebrate their two-year anniversary while on the run in heart of the land. that scene where they sneak away to kiss by a waterfall? yeah. tweaking that scene a little. they get to the waterfall and after talking for a bit rollan is like "hey, can you believe we've been together for two years?" he almost thinks she forgot, in the stress and havoc of it all, but then she pulls out a gift that she got him for the occasion. just a little something. a pair of feather earrings or an otter token or something like that. but it's perfect.

#i love them so much #they keep me going at times #rollan got her something too don't worry #he put a lot of thought into it #text #spirit animals #spirit animals books #spirit animals series #meilin #rollan #reilin

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Cherry Blossoms

(Hanahaki AU for Reilin. Warning of blood.)

Rollan could only think words that no one would approve of as he stared at his hand.

Well, not his hand so much as the blood-soaked flower petal he’d just coughed up.

Everyone sort of thought Hanahaki disease was a legend. A story to scare children out of falling for people they couldn’t have. Supposedly, if you fell in love with someone, like, deeply in love and either they didn’t love you back or you didn’t think they could, flowers would grow in your lungs. Those flowers would not disappear until either that person returned your love, or you slowly suffocated. The first case had been documented in Zhong. That was where the name came from. It was rare enough that most people didn’t really believe it existed.

Clearly, it did. Rollan had gotten a cough weeks ago. He’d just thought it was a cold that wouldn’t go away, until he’d been standing on the side of the ship, just thinking, and gotten into a coughing fit that ended in him coughing up a blood-soaked flower petal.

Rollan didn’t know what kind it was. He didn’t really care. All he knew was that he needed to make sure his teammates didn’t find out about it. They’d just worry, and Rollan really didn’t need to deal with that.

It wasn’t like he didn’t know who he loved, anyway. And she’d never love him back.

Without a word, Rollan turned his hand and let the flower petal soaked in his blood fall into the water.

...

Rollan was acting strange. Meilin knew that much; it was obvious. He was acting strange enough that even Conor was taking notice, and wolf-boy usually liked to stay out of other people’s business.

Meilin had noticed weeks ago, when the Amayan boy’s voice started getting hoarse with a cough wouldn’t go away. He’d insisted it was nothing, even when it very clearly was not nothing.

Then he’d started acting even stranger. A few days ago, he’d started behaving even more recklessly than usual, not seeming to have any care for his own safety. He’d started taking more time to himself, standing alone by the back of the ship more often than any normal person would. He’d started teasing Conor less, actually acting like an ordinary friend would.

And... lately, it kind of seemed like he was avoiding her. Which stung more than it should.

That didn’t mean that she appreciated Tarik noticing that she was hurting and confronting her about it.

“I’m fine,” Meilin insisted, “It’s nothing.”

Tarik huffed in frustration, “Meilin, it’s not nothing! I’ve already got Rollan acting strange, and I don’t need you denying something’s wrong with you, too!”

“Maybe that’s just the problem!” Meilin shouted.

It was simultaneously comforting and annoying how Tarik acted as the ‘team dad,’ but right now, it was more annoying than anything else. It was a reminder that Meilin’s father was gone. It was just painful.

Still, ranting felt good.

“Rollan is the problem!” She shouted, “Because there is clearly something wrong with him, and he won’t tell anyone what it is! And what’s worse, no one seems interested in confronting him about it but me, and last time I tried, he dodged like there was no tomorrow until I had to back off. Something’s hurting him. And he won’t even admit it!”

Tarik seemed surprised, as if he had expected her to say something else. Meilin wasn’t sure why. Everyone knew how good of friends her and Rollan were, even if they argued a lot.

Tarik sighed, “Do you want me to talk to him, or do you want me to make him talk to you?”

Meilin was caught off guard by the question, “I... I don’t know what... I think... You should talk to him.”

Tarik nodded, “Alright. I have a hunch of what might be wrong with him. I need to confirm it before I worry you with my suspicions.”

Meilin had no idea what he meant by that, to be honest.

She just hoped her friend would be okay.

...

Rollan held in his coughing as Tarik approached his spot by the back of the ship. He couldn’t let his mentor know what was wrong with him.

The tall Greencloak was silent for an instant before speaking in a sad, almost broken voice.

“I had a cousin once, named Aban He was only a little older than you when a rare disease claimed his life.”

Oh, no. Rollan prayed this wasn’t going where he thought it was.

“He knew he had the disease long before anyone else did. He didn’t want anyone to know because he didn’t want the people he loved to worry, so he isolated himself. He pulled away from his family and friends, being nicer to them than he normally would on the rare occasions when he actually let himself be around them.”

This conversation was going where he thought it was.

“Aban didn’t even know what caused his disease. Or rather, who caused it.”

Tarik turned to Rollan, sadness clouding his eyes.

“I get the feeling you do know who caused yours.”

Rollan couldn’t respond. All he could do was cough up a full flower into his hand, the white petals in full bloom, spotted with blood.

Tarik took it from him, studying it with a sad curiousity, “A white cherry blossom. Known mostly for being in gardens in Zhong.”

Rollan didn’t say anything. He’d only heard of those gardens in stories, but he already knew.

“It’s Meilin, isn’t it? You love her.”

Rollan sighed, “Is it that obvious?”

Tarik shrugged, “To me, Abeke, and Conor? Yes. To Meilin? Not so much.”

“Well, let’s hope it stays that way,” Rollan muttered.

“What?”

Rollan had assumed that it was obvious.

“She doesn’t need to feel guilty because I’m dying.”

Tarik made a frustrated noise, “What makes you so sure she doesn’t love you?”

Rollan laughed harshly, “Why would she? I’m a street kid from Amaya and she’s a rich, beautiful, warrior daughter of a Zhongese general. Why the hell would she ever love me?”

Tarik shrugged, “I don’t know. Maybe the fact that Meilin is more worried about you than anyone.”

“She’s worried about me?”

“She’s the one who told me to come talk to you.”

Rollan took a second to process that. There was no way. There was just no way a girl like that would love a boy like him. Meilin was worried about him as his friend. That was it. He hadn’t exactly missed Abeke and Conor’s concerned glances lately. It was like that. He hadn’t seen Meilin’s concern because he’d been avoiding her on purpose the last few weeks. Because every time he saw her, he felt the urge to cough.

“You’ll never know for sure unless you tell her,” Tarik pointed out.

“I can’t,” Rollan said harshly, coughing suddenly. The coughing fit made him drop to his knees on the deck, flower petals coming up so fast he couldn’t breathe. He’d never coughed up that much before.

Rollan was dimly aware of Tarik’s voice shouting his name over and over again, a hand hitting his back to force the petals up faster, and more panicked voices joining the fray, asking what was wrong.

The last thing Rollan saw before passing out was Meilin’s face as she ran towards him.

...

He was so still.

Meilin hadn’t seen Rollan as still as he was now since he had the Sunset Sickness.

His breathing was still labored, from the flowers growing in his lungs. Meilin kept expecting that breathing to stop. He was getting worse. He was so bad that even Jhi looked worried.

Meilin had wanted him to wake up, but the pain in his eyes as he did made her wish he hadn’t.

“You have Hanahaki disease,” she said pointedly. She sensed that Rollan would probably want her to keep things seeming normal.

“Yeah,” he agreed, his voice hoarse.

He coughed pitifully, and a single flower petal came up, which he wiped away before she could get a good look at it.

“What kind of flower is it?”

Rollan shot her a look, “Does it matter? It’s killing me no matter what.”

“It matters because I’m trying to figure out who it is,” Meilin shot back, “So we can make them love you and save your life, you idiot.”

She didn’t say how much it stung that that person wasn’t her. If Rollan loved her, he wouldn’t be coughing up flowers in the first place because...

Because Meilin loved him. She hadn’t always known that, but she knew it now. She loved him enough that she didn’t even care he didn’t feel the same way. She just wanted him to be okay.

“I already know who it is,” Rollan mumbled.

“What?”

“I said I—“

“I heard you!” Meilin snapped, “So who is it?”

Rollan laughed harshly, “It doesn’t matter. She’ll never love me back.”

“How do you know?” Meilin pressed, “How are you so sure that—“

“Because I’m a nobody who grew up in the streets of Concorba!” Rollan snapped, “And you’re a strong, beautiful warrior who’s basically royalty!”

Meilin froze.

“I know,” Rollan said, “You’re my friend, Meilin. I know you care about me, but not that way, and that’s okay. I’d be an idiot if I thought a girl like you could possibly love a—“

He was cut off by Meilin’s lips.

She pulled back after barely a second, red in the face, but the look on Rollan’s face made the embarrassment worth it.

He was looking at her the way every girl wanted to be looked at. Like she meant everything to him.

Meilin wanted to kiss him again, but she restrained herself for a second.

“I love you, too,” she whispered, “Never doubt that.”

Rollan’s next breath before he leaned in for another kiss came easier than before.

#spirit animals #spirit animals series #spirit animals books #reilin #meilin #rollan #jhi #essix #rollan x meilin #hanahaki au

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violetwolfraven · 5 years

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Do a spirit animals fanfic(headcanons? One-shots?) Of just Rollan and Tarik having a father son relationship

Oh god THANK YOU for this. I didn’t have any thoughts about this before, but I sure do now!

(TBH I haven’t read these books in a while. Some of this might line up with the canon and some might not. It’s just how I see it.)

Rollan’s dad was never around. He’s literally never had a good male role model in his life. (Pretty sure this is canon.)

He has no idea what to think of Tarik at first because he’s just??? So nice??? But he’s also a badass warrior???

He doesn’t really trust him until Essix starts lending him her powers. He’s still confused about why Tarik is genuinely nice to him for no reason though.

So once Rollan actually starts trusting Tarik he starts to realize that he’s is kind of who he wants to be when he grows up.

Maybe not the Greencloak part but he wants to be strong and kind like him because in his experience on the streets, a person can only be one of them.

In his early days, Tarik didn’t sleep much at all because otters are largely nocturnal and humans are not. When he gets older, he figures out a compromise with Lumeo to wake up really really early to catch a couple hours of darkness.

And Rollan wakes up at the asscrack of dawn because that’s what Essix does.

Abeke and Conor just stay up late with Uraza and Briggan and Meilin has started enjoying sleeping in more than she likes to admit since she got Jhi.

So Rollan and Tarik end up being the only ones awake right as the sun starts coming up.

So they talk. A lot. Tarik tells Rollan about his brothers and Rollan tells Tarik about his friends from his old boy gang.

Sometimes Rollan ends up talking to Tarik about how hard it was, living on the streets as a kid.

Tarik was from a poor family with a lot of kids so he kind of gets it and tries to help Rollan deal with things as best he can.

Rollan rants to Tarik about Meilin a lot.

Tarik is the first one to figure out Rollan had a crush on her and starts subtly trying to figure out if she likes him back.

Once he figured out she did, he started shipping reilin harder than anyone except maybe Abeke, who called it within a few hours of meeting them both. Conor, naturally, was oblivious.

Not that it’s relevant or anything but Abeke and Tarik started working together to try to get the two of them to admit their feelings for each other.

One time Rollan has a nightmare a couple hours before he would normally wake up and Tarik is up so he notices him breathing heavily and moving around in his sleep.

He’s worried so he wakes him up and when Tarik’s just holding him until he stops crying it’s that moment that Tarik realizes that he thinks of Rollan as a son.

One time they have to go undercover to get supplies from a village on their way from Zhong to Artica and since Meilin is still grieving and Rollan is the only other one who could maybe pass for being related to Tarik it’s just the two of them.

Rollan finds the whole thing hilarious and keeps calling Tarik ‘Dad’ at every opportunity.

Tarik kind of feels awkward about it cause he still doesn’t know why he thinks of this kid as his kid.

Then a vendor questions Rollan because he doesn’t look like he’s from around there and Tarik just whips around and goes “Excuse me are you disrespecting MY SON?” Rollan gets the biggest smirk on his face.

From then on Rollan just calls Tarik ‘Dad’ randomly throughout missions.

Skipping some time, after Meilin is forced to betray them, Rollan is inconsolable for days. He doesn’t eat or sleep for a long time until Tarik makes him.

Even once he actually gets to sleep, Rollan has nightmares and when he wakes up, Tarik will just get up with him and find ways to calm him down, whether it’s pointing out constellations or telling stories from when he was a kid.

One time after an especially bad one he sings a lullaby his mom used to sing to him. Once he’s fully awake, Rollan never lets him live that down.

Not long before they go to find Cabaro, Tarik gets a message from Lenori that she had a vision and he needs to be careful.

She says that her vision might not mean anything as serious as death. It was just some brown hairs in blood and wind blowing a piece of green fabric from the blood onto a feather.

Tarik knows he’s going to die protecting Rollan when even Lenori doesn’t want to admit what she saw.

He still doesn’t want to freak out the kids, though, so he tries to make everything seem normal.

After everything, Rollan finds a letter for him in a secret pocket of Tarik’s cloak.

“Dear Rollan. If you’re reading this, Lenori was right. She sent word that she had a vision that I would die protecting you. She didn’t want to admit it, but I knew how it was meant to be interpreted. I didn’t want to tell you in case I was wrong. But you should know that it’s okay. I’d rather it be me than you any day and I don’t want you blaming yourself. I know you’ll be sad for a while and that’s okay, too. I know you’ll miss me and I’ll miss you, too. I’ll miss talking to you before the sun comes up. If you ever need to talk, you should go to Meilin. I know you love her. Whether she’ll admit it or not, she loves you, too. I have not a single doubt that you will get her back.

You should know that for a long time now, I’ve thought of you as the son I never got to have. I cared for the others, too, but you were always different. The others had parents to go back to, or at least a parent. You didn’t. You were my kid. At least, that’s how I thought of it. Finding your mother didn’t change how much I wanted to protect you.

You don’t have to be a Greencloak if you don’t want to. I just want you to be happy. I love you, Tarik.”

Years later, Rollan gets an otter tattoo on his forearm.

#spirit animals #spirit animals books #spirit animals series #rollan #tarik #meilin #reilin #rollan/tarik father son headcanons

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