#oh gilan

[ragingadhd]

I think this was already sorta addressed in Ruins of Gorlan but I can’t stop thinking about how fucking funny this sequence of events is. Will doesn’t know jack shit about his parents and wants to go to battleschool to feel closer to his father in some way. He is (somewhat brutally) rejected from battleschool. He becomes Halt’s apprentice and he’s like “hey do I get to learn sword fighting? It’s kinda the only thing I have to remember my dead father” and Halt is like “bitch thinks rangers carry swords lol”. And then the next fucking ranger Will meets has a fucking sword.

[do-n0t-enter]

draw some of the ranger’s apprentice characters in YOUR way!!

#sapstemplate so i can look thru your amazing work!! ^_^

feel free 2 use, with credit tho!

please don’t tell me someone else has done this before.. /silly

[theraven-gil-lyn]

sparing one percentage of my brain to think about my blorbo gilan the legend and how the first time halt met him, gilan said to the ROYAL army council that their maps suck

[honeyinmycoffee]

Literally anybody: I love you<3

Gilan: Awh, I know.

Gilan: Oh and also, I love me too<3 Thanks though.

[dwarrowdams]

"You can do better than that" with Gilan/Zevran?

Content notes: edging, bondage, praise kink, light D/s dynamics

"I want you to beg for it."

Gilan whined, his hips canting upwards in seek of sensation he already knew wasn't there. Zevran was just out of reach, and with his wrists bound to the headboard, he couldn't do anything about it. He'd been teasing Gilan for the better part of an hour now: bringing him close to the edge, but pulling back before Gilan could climax. It was the sweetest torture and as much as he'd enjoyed it, Gilan was desperate to come.

"Please."

Zevran laughed softly. "Come now, amor. You can do better than that."

He bit back a curse as Zevran reached down, ghosting his fingers along Gilan's cockhead. "Please, Zev," he gasped. "Please, please let me come?"

"Hm," Zevran said as he pulled his hand away. "You've been good, letting me tease you like this."

"I love being good for you," Gilan said, his voice tight with desire. "I want to keep being good for you, but I'm so...Maker, Zev, I need to come. Please, please let me."

"There we go," Zevran replied, his lips curving into a smirk. "I think you've earned it now."

He wrapped his hand around Gilan's shaft, giving it a few firm strokes. That was all it took to send Gilan spiraling into the most intense orgasm he'd had, waves of pleasure coursing through him as his release spilled across his abdomen. The aftershocks coursed through him even as Zevran untied him and curled up at his side, even as he murmured endearments in Antivan, his hands rubbing small circles on Gilan's back.

Eventually, Gilan recovered enough to speak. He rolled over to face Zevran, brushing the other man's hair away from his face.

"Next time we stay somewhere with a bed, we're definitely doing this again."

[penning-their-story]

Great now Im getting weird looks at this Subway because that lazy paragraph made me laugh.

frick marry kill: halt, gilan, & arald

I am gonna marry Arald, that's without question, the man is absolute sunshine and I just. LOVE HIM. I wanna bake us cookies everyday.

I'd fuck Gilan because I love Halt but I view him as one of the more vanilla ones and I am in very kinky mood today.

And I'd kill Halt because I hate job not done properly and Genovesans did sloppy one.

[iwanttobepersephone]

My brain wants me to cry so now you guys will too

Halt, walking into Crowleys tent during the gathering: "Oh, are you looking through reports right now?"

Crowley: "Yeah, I'm actually on a report from Gilan at the moment!"

Crowley: (starts describing the report, pretend it's something super impressive idk)

Halt: "Wait, really?"

Halt: (grabs the report)

Halt: "Oh, he's done so much, hasn't he?"

(Halt continues reading over the report, Crowley kinda just watches him while smiling?)

Halt: "I always knew he'd go far"

[that-one-enby-ranger]

Halt: Who the fuck added me to a fucking group chat?  Crowley: >:O language  Will: Yeah watch your fucking language  Crowley: Okay, who taught Will the fuck word?!  Gilan: 'The fuck word'.  Horace: Are you stupid? You guys use the f word all the time  Crowley: Oh my god he censored it  Gilan: Say fuck, Horace.  Will: Do it, Horace. Say fuck.

[solarishashernoseinabook]

:D Treat time??

Could I get a Jenny giving gil a baked good?

Here ya go Molasses! Wasn't sure if you wanted it romantic or not, so I wrote it so it could be interpreted either way

~

Jenny heard the door to her restaurant open behind her and spoke up without turning around. ‘We’re not open yet!’

‘I know,’ said a familiar voice, ‘but I figured you’d make an exception for me.’

Jenny grinned and turned to face her visitor. ‘Gilan!’

Gilan returned her grin and held up a small cloth bundle. ‘My grandmother sent me home with some of her pastries. I saved some for you.’

‘Oh, you didn’t have to,’ Jenny said, despite her curiosity. Gilan was a fan of her baking, but had never shared some of his family recipes with her before. She accepted the bundle and unwrapped it to expose three large pastries studded with candied fruit. She tore off a bit to reveal a jam filling and took a bite.

It was soft, and very sweet. The jam had helped keep it moist, while the candied fruit provided an interesting change of texture. The pastry had a blend of flavours she couldn’t immediately identify. ‘It’s wonderful!’

‘Normally they’re more tart than this, but Gran’s hands shake pretty badly now, so she simplified it a bit. I’d offer to give you the recipe, but she can’t write it down herself anymore and I didn’t have time to help her with it before I had to leave.’ For just a moment Gilan looked sad; then he brightened again. ‘Anyway, just wanted to drop in before I head off to see Halt. I’ll see you around?’

‘I’m making duck soup this weekend. Bring Will along, all right? He’s been tied up with work lately and a nice dinner will do him good,’ Jenny said. Gilan waved and went off.

Jenny took another bite of the pastry in her hands. This time she closed her eyes and held it in her mouth, examining everything she tasted. She swallowed and took another bite, turning her thoughts over in her mind. She went back to her kitchen.

~

The candied fruits were easy enough to identify. She made them first.

The pastry, as well, would be simple enough to make. She would make that later.

The jam was harder to pin down. This had to be where the tart flavour came from, but pinning down how to make it would be tricky. She tore the tops off the remaining two pastries and dipped her finger in the jam to taste it, then compared it with various jam mixtures she made. It took her most of the night.

The day before Gilan was to visit, Jenny made six pastries, each with different mixtures of candied fruit and jam. When they were ready she tried each one.

When she tried the fourth one, she smiled.

~

‘We’re here, Jenny!’ Gilan called.

Jenny put the baking pan on the window to cool and trotted out to the restaurant floor, wiping her hands on her apron. ‘Welcome! I just made a second pot of coffee for you.’

‘Good. Gilan had the last of mine this morning,’ Halt said.

Will grinned sheepishly at Jenny. ‘Sorry for not coming round much,’ he said.

‘No worries at all. You’re here now.’ She beamed at Will. ‘Are you done with your work, then?’

‘Not quite,’ Will said, as he, Gilan, and Halt took their seats, ‘but Gilan said you’d come after me with your ladle if I didn’t show up for dinner tonight.’

Jenny laughed. ‘He’s right, too! Make sure you visit more regularly, got it?’

‘Okay, okay, I will!’ Will grinned. ‘Especially if it means I get to eat duck soup.’

Just then Jenny’s serving boy Rafe came by with three steaming bowls of stew, mugs, honey, and the pot of coffee. Jenny helped him serve it, then took a seat and spent some time chatting with her old friends.

When the duck soup was done and the coffee was running low, Jenny retreated to the kitchen and came back with the pastries. Will looked at her curiously. ‘New recipe, Jen?’

Gilan raised an eyebrow as he recognised the treats. ‘Or an old one?’

‘Well, see for yourself,’ Jenny said. She took one of the pastries and set it on a small plate in front of Gilan.

Gilan picked it up slowly. Jenny had made it with all the same candied fruit that his grandmother had, and the pastry itself had been spot on. She just hoped the jam filling was the same as he remembered. Jenny knew she baked well – she had no doubt Gilan would like what she had made. But recreating a recipe she had never properly tried before was a gamble.

When Gilan’s eyes widened, Jenny knew she had been successful. ‘It tastes similar to how your grandmother used to make it, then?’

‘It’s almost exactly like how she used to make it,’ Gilan said. ‘How did you do it? What did you put in the jam?’

Jenny swatted his shoulder lightly. ‘That’s between me and your grandmother.’

Gilan laughed and caught Jenny’s hand, kissing the back of it lightly. ‘Thanks, Jenny. And I really will get the full recipe for you soon. You can compare how close it is to how you made it.’

Jenny smiled. ‘Thanks, Gilan,’ she said. ‘Now eat up, they’re not getting any warmer.’

[eccevenitvulpes]

Foldar: You’d be stupid to lay a hand on me. Gilan: Oh, you’d be surprised how many stupid things I do.

[incorrect-rangers-quotes]

gilan: [gets down on one knee]

jenny: oh my god!

gilan: what, i’m just tying my shoe.

jenny: oh.

gilan: but, while i’m down here… [takes out a box]

[ragingadhd]

Gilan drawing I did months ago and forgot to post haha oops

[pitbullwithaship]

I'm currently in a return of the rangers apprentice hyperfixation/phase/whateveracallit and yknow what I would love if somebody would write? Because I haven't found any? So if you see them then give me the link please? Bit if you don't somebody needs to write this? I need a fanfiction where like the rangers apprentice gang travels to Skandia to visit or something and they meet the Herons and stuff. It should include:

- Gilan being there and being very happy to see his friends

- Erik being proud of Hal and Will both and bragging about them both

- Halt and Thorn being besties

- Kloof

- Lydia impressing Halt

- Stig impressing everybody

- All the Herons impressing all the Araluens and vice versa

- Karina being an Araluen and former slave because that isn't talked about enough

- casual mention of "-oh the peace treaty with the Temujai" "IM SORRY WHAT? HOW?" "How do you think" (Hal of course)

[ranger-tater]

Surely most people can agree with me that Jenny and Gilan as a ship is not very good?! Like it makes me physically uncomfortable with the age gap, not to mention they started making moves almost as soon as Jenny became an adult iirc. Also I personally don’t think that it would work. Gilan and Jenny are both too in love with their jobs, they’re very different people (yeah yeah opposites attract but that’s too much opposites for me), they just can’t relate either. Yeah sure there was the lost stories short, but fending off three crooks compared to fending off bandit attacks on tax caravans is hardly comparable. Also, Gilan saying he’s gonna leave his post at the castle in TRR 6?! That’s stupid and plain dumb. That makes sense for the commandant to be away from his most valuable fucking posting. How the hell would that work, hm Flanny?! There’s already TWO TO THREE EXTREMELY QUALIFIED RANGERS THERE (one is retired but only in title)

“Oh yeah, I know I’m like, your most trusted advisor and stuff, Cassandra, and like, this is the best possible headquarters as commandment, but there’s this girl in Redmont.. and even though realistically our relationship won’t work, I should really move the-.”

“ARE YOU A FUCKING IDIOT?! NO!”

“But-“

“GO TO YOUR ROOM!”

It genuinely pisses me off. Gilithen supremacy. At least they could work better. Goddamn you Flanagan and your lack of sense.

[honeyinmycoffee]

I hope I'm not the only one but, I don't know if y'all know the song 'Jenny' by Studio Killers

But every time I hear it, I immediately think of Gilan. He would probably sing this (?) I mean, Gilan is (or was, correct me if I'm wrong please) in love with Jenny, right?

I can kinda see this happening:

Gilan, to Will: *Explains how he wants to tell Jenny he loves her by singing 'Jenny'*

Will, really excited: GILAN THIS IS A GREAT IDEA! YES YOU SHOULD SING THIS TO JENNY! CAN I PLAY MY MANDOLA FOR BACKGROUND MUSIC? I'D LOVE TO!

Gilan: Will please calm down-

Will: *continues being really excited*

Thank you for your time:)

[dwarrowdams]

After like a year of writing her as such, I've finally figured out that Liv is aro.

It's probably a thing she tends to keep private, much like her being nonbinary, because it feels personal to her, and is something she only wants to share with people she trusts.

I've not had her use either term on-page as of yet for that reason, but knowing is something that helps me bring her character into clearer focus.

She's demiromantic, but likely uses "aromantic" in the blanket sense a lot.

Basically, as I said elsewhere earlier this week, Liv's approach to relationships is "yeah you saw me naked and coming on your mouth, but telling you anything personal is Too Much Intimacy."