#Orrin

[thearunadragon]

Okay the big one: IC characters reacting too...The Eragon movie

This honestly needs a whole structured little react book to answer fairly. That’s why it took me so long to figure out how to answer this. But, until I get to writing that properly, here’s a little rundown 😂

ERAGON wants to know why he’s blonde

ARYA wants to know why she’s blonde/ginger and wants explanations for literally everything else also

RORAN is angry because “this isn’t how this happened at all!” referring to joining the army and the conscription scenes. Eragon agrees.

ANGELA is obscenely amused and munching on popcorn.

MURTAGH doesn’t hate his character portrayal ENTIRELY, but wants to know why the FUCK the scar is on the side of his stomach and basically just a little paper cut of a sword wound compared to what actually happened. He also wants to know why it has two curves and why he was put in a cage.

NASUADA wants to know what’s going on with the strange ceremonial headgear in one of the scenes

AJIHAD find his portrayal accpetable

ORIK wants know where the actual f**k he and Hrothgar are

The TWINS are only in the special edition I believe and are very unhappy about it

SAPHIRA wants to know why she has feathers and why she grew in a half second and why her scales are not shiny. She will half-accept her personality in the film, though she thinks they could have captured her much better.

ORRIN is just here for the drama.

[dia-viller]

Orrin was such a dork

[kairamuwu]

o<-< made a ref sheet of an oc design that's just been laying around in my sketchbook for a hot sec so I can put him on artfight :3

He's just a lil archery guy called Orrin!!

[hurricanes-art]

doodling a fairy tale au concept

dragons have opposable thumbs so they can commit crimes 👍

[i-am-too-sick]

5 times Quinn was sick for his birthday

5.)

'Twas the evening of Christmas, when all through the house, barely a creature was stirring and Quinn would not arouse. The stockings were hung by the chimney with care, and Orrin hoped soon their mother would be there.

Quinn lied alone in his bed, feeling absolutely miserable. That was where he'd been since shortly after making it home yesterday. He managed to socialize with his family a bit, hearing about Orrin's time at school and sharing his own experiences from work and class. A deep aching tiredness had taken hold hours before he'd arrived, and after finally admitting that he didn't feel well. He forewent dinner and saw himself to his room, wanting nothing more than to be horizontal in bed.

He was restless throughout the night, unable to find a position comfortable enough to keep his whole body from aching. Aside from being on his feet all day when he worked at the clinic, he wasn't an overly active person by nature, and he couldn't fathom what he could have done to leave his muscles in so much pain.

Christmas morning rolled in, his birthday, and Quinn woke to the sounds of Orrin clamoring and Ruby barking around the Christmas tree, eager to open gifts. Even as a moody 15-year-old, Quinn loved how his brother still retained his childlike excitement on Christmas morning.

The smell of his mother's coffee wafting in from the kitchen, usually such a welcomed and pleasant smell, now turned his stomach and made him groan. The sound irritated his sore throat and he coughed into his pillow.

He curled into a ball and closed his eyes, drawing the covers over his shoulders. Why was he suddenly so cold? Perhaps it was the snow that had started falling last night...

The next time he awoke it was to a tap, tap, tapping sound on his bedroom door. It took him an agonizingly long time to realize what the sound was and where it was coming from. His head was throbbing and his mind felt muddled and slow.

"Come in..." he croaked, devolving into a fit of coughs shortly after.

The door opened and Orrin stepped in cautiously. "You sound like shit."

"Language," Quinn reprimanded automatically.

He shivered, groping around for his comforter. Where—? There it was, at the foot of the bed and completely out of his reach unless he sat up and pulled it toward him. He must have kicked it off at some point.

Orrin stepped further into the room, setting down a glass of water on Quinn's nightstand and standing awkwardly beside the bed. "You look awful," he said.

Quinn turned away from him and coughed. "I feel awful." Realization dawned on him and he leaned back away from his brother. "You probably shouldn't get too close."

Orrin rolled his eyes and huffed. More than anything, he hated being fretted over, but because of his heart condition, others were frequently trying to look out for his well-being, much to his annoyance.

"Are you contagious?"

Quinn considered his question for a minute. He palmed his forehead, then touched his cheek with the back of his hand. "Do I have a fever?"

Orrin extended his hand, laying it against Quinn's forehead. "You're hot."

"Why, thank you." The blush that flared up on his brother's cheeks was almost worth it, but the subsequent punch to the arm was not. "Ow... Sorry, I couldn't help it." He cleared his throat, wincing. "But to answer your question, yes, it's highly likely I'm contagious."

"Mom said she'd be home in a couple hours," Orrin said, changing the subject. The blush was still prominent, especially on his ears, and he kept his eyes cast downward, obviously still embarrassed brother's attempt at humor. "You can have Christmas Eve leftovers and we can finally open presents."

"Oh, bud, I'm not hungry," Quinn said. He was only vaguely nauseous, and while he was sure nothing would come from it, the thought of food just seemed unappealing right now. "Wait—you haven't opened gifts yet?"

Orrin scoffed. "Mom wanted to wait until you were feeling better."

Quinn sighed. "I don't think that'll be anytime soon. You should open them when she gets home. I'm sorry you had to wait."

Orrin shrugged, playing nonchalant. "It is what it is."

"Thanks for bringing the water, but you really should stay clear of here so you don't get sick," Quinn started. "If you want, you can open your gift from me. I don't tell Mom."

Orrin's eyes lit up. "Really?"

Quinn nodded. "Knock yourself out."

Before Orrin darted from the room, he did Quinn the tremendous favor of pulling up the sheets for him, probably seeing how Quinn's body was wracked with fever chills.

Quinn pulled the covers close again, listening to the faint sounds of tearing wrapping paper from down the hall. If he couldn't enjoy Christmas right now, at least he could make sure his brother did.

[froggowivdagudvibes]

Orrin is british and if you get him drunk he goes full roadman and says innit and stuff

Thats canon now.

Am i sorry?

No.

[alagaesia-headcanons]

I think it's a good thing that coffee isn't readily available in Alagaesia. Yesterday I was thinking about what sorts of things Orrin would drink after his struggles with alcohol, and it occured to me that he would absolutely drink a frightening amount of coffee if he could. Which made me realize that Murtagh would be just as bad. They would be the worst about enabling their truly concerning caffeine habits; between the two of them there's perpetually a fresh pot of coffee somewhere. I know in my heart their sleep schedules would be in shambles.

Nasuada would also drink way too much. She'd always say she can quit whenever she wants and every couple months she resolves to cut back which lasts all of two days before she's having an expresso at 9pm again. Elva is constantly trying to steal it.

Eragon hates the way it tastes and is disgusted by the sheer amount they all consume every day.

[modern-inheritance]

Brom’s turn to be random and weird

Eragon and Co. are at a war council meeting that has devolved into bickering between Orrin, the Council of Elders and Nasuada. Eragon, Brom and Arya are staying out of it as they’re considered just ‘other’ enough to know not to get tangled in ‘purely Varden trivial affairs’ so they don’t inadvertently undermine Nasuada.

Eragon: *mentally to Brom and Saphira* any way Saphira and I can get out of this? We haven’t had to speak up for an hour now.

Brom: Unfortunately, no.

Saphira: *straight up taking a half-awake doze* give it another half hour and I’ll scare them off.

Eragon: much appreciated.

Arya: *doodling in note margins stick figures with swords and angy faces because why not and apparently not paying any attention*

Eragon: sooooo…what now.

Brom: we still sit here quietly and wait.

Brom: *reaches into an interior chest pocket of his armored coat and pulls something out*

Brom: *very quietly whispers out loud to Eragon* Pocket Chocolate?

Eragon: beg pardon?

Brom: Pocket Chocolate.

Arya: *doesn’t look up, extends hand, palm up, behind Eragon’s shoulders and is rewarded with a piece of chocolate*

Eragon: …isn’t it melted?

Brom: Pocket Chocolate never melts. Tropic stable.

Eragon: …………

Eragon: yes, please.

Eragon: *looks up when he realizes it’s quiet in the tent*

Nasuada: …really?

Brom: I have plenty to share, ma’am.

Arya: *holds out hand for another piece*

[clarkkantagain]

orrin

[elliotly]

REPORT ON EXISTENCE VS NON-EXISTENCE OF THE AFTERLIFE:

1. Does Hell exist?

2. If Hell exists, is it a forest?

(little character moodboards we made really quickly for the MCs of our november-novel WIP!)

[agentshades]

Things My Wife Has Said While Playing Baldur's Gate Part 6

We keep playing, she keeps saying. Everybody give it up for @everyoneinmckinneyisdead

Part One

Part Two

Part Three

Part Four

Part Five

*after casting Fireball, and to the tune of "Blinded by the Light"*

Kelsey: "Blinded by the baaaaaallll!"

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*Myrkul appears*

Kelsey: "Is that literally three skeletons in a trenchcoat?"

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Shadowheart: "How could you have known that? I told very few people. Certainly not you! And yet, you knew!"

Kelsey: "Lisan al-Ghaib!" 

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*Looks at the spell description for Moonbeam*

Kelsey: "Only 20 damage? That's not very much..."

Me: "Being a Sorcerer may be skewing your perception of 'not very much...'"

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*after building Jaheira into a Circle of Spores Druid and realizing she can make spore zombies*

Kelsey: "HA! Take that Astarion! What can you do? Bite people, stab people, and stab people sneakily? Zombies!" *gesturing at screen* 

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*The person Kelsey is talking to shapeshifts. Orrin appears* 

Kelsey: "Wait, she was just that random guy? I just picked some random dude to talk to and it happens to be her? Crabby tits?"

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*she tries to target two enemies with lightning bolt but an ox is also in the blast radius*

Kelsey: "NOOOO THE COW! I don't want to kill cow but I want to hit both of them. Ughhhhhhh." 

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*when invited to join a clown on stage for a magic trick*

Kelsey (to me): "I bet you'd just go up on the stage with him instead of doing literally everything possible to get out of it like me. Cause thats what you'd do in real life. You weirdo."

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*when a guard demands 200 gold to get into Baldur's Gate* 

Kelsey: "What?! I'm not paying her! Its an open road! I pay taxes! Probably!"

[thearunadragon]

Aa quick! A load of chickens have escaped from somewhere! Ic character reactions

wow these chickens are everywhere by now—

ERAGON: Has a chicken under each arm and is trying to wrangle a third. He is covered in mud and feathers.

MURTAGH: Still chasing chicken #1.

ARYA: Has caught way too many already and no one’s quite sure how but there’s more than enough to spare.

RORAN: Is repairing the barn.

ORIK: Shouting and cursing at the chicken he is dragging back to the barn.

ANGELA: Is scolding the chickens into army formation.

NASUADA: Is not getting involved in this physically, but is pointing out all the chickens’ hiding places to everyone alongside Elva, who is gaslighting the chickens.

GARZHVOG: Trying to chase the chickens into the barn. Now despises chickens.

OROMIS: *nods sagely* they will handle this very well. *walks away.*

SAPHIRA and FÍRNEN: Watching with immense amusement, occasionally scaring the chickens so they’ll run faster and liven up the game.

THORN: *stares in intense concern*

ORRIN: Is using a concoction that smells like chicken pheromones to lure the chickens where he wants them.

GLAEDR: Ate a chicken.

[fuck-kirk]

*takes king Orrin away from Christopher Paolini* it’s okay…..he just doesn’t understand you like I do

[hurricanes-art]

nerd bonding time

[rizardofether]

Another new sylvari! Meet Orrin. He dreamt of the asura and their inventions. He knew he had to learn from them and make his own inventions. Unforunately he awoke a year after Scarlet's death, so the Arcane Council did not want anything to do with any more sylvari in their colleges. Fortunately he found an old asura researcher who agreed to apprentice him.

He absolutely hates being compared to Scarlet. Red also happens to be his favourite colour and detests that Scarlet chose a red colour for her name.