#rolan granblue

[chipchopclipclop]

thank you jez for speedrunning the main story of relink for me to see rolan bc i have already invested too many hours of my life into gbf grinding to do it myself

[misterbaritone]

This Rolan fella is my kind of geek. Overdramtic, definitely the type I’d shove into a locker but he seems genuine enough for it all to be endearing. I sure hope he doesn’t betray me down the line

[noctilin]

shoutout to my 5 followers who play gbf:r 😌

[morika]

mister fix it, they could never make me hate you 🌻

[fauxpapillons]

Frail life, bonds severed so easily.

[honnojis]

granblue fantasy relink x pokemon // generals of avia ✨

this really is just targeted at a very specific audience. said audience is me. pure self indulgence

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[alfheimr]

relink is good ^__^

[captainmullin]

zegagrande night life

notes: short mullin/rackam drabble that would Not leave me alone after all of our talk about Relink and Mullin’s relationships with the people there! Jealous Rackam was also a surprise to me, too - he popped out and now we’re rolling with it oops

Rolan is. Well, you'll see!

They laughed at their own joke, leaning against the wood paneling of the bar and tracing their finger across the grain; feeling the pattern change under their touch. Their senses had become muddy, an attempt to stop the world outside from getting in any closer, but it only served to make their judgment worse. Mullin slouched against the counter, humming to themself as they listened to the band play quietly in the corner. The bartender had paid them no mind, silently sliding them another of the same drink they had been nursing for about an hour. The captain of the Grandcypher didn’t normally partake this much when they were on a mission, but tonight was different.

“He’s so… stupid. Stupid, dumb, handsome-“ They began to mutter to themself and they took a drink, “-stupid, man.”

“Oh! Uh, who is stupid?”

Mullin whipped their head around at the voice, only relaxing when they realized it just Rolan, out on an evening walk. He was passing by that evening - gathering intel, really, but no one really needs to know that - but was curious when he saw the flash of Mulln’s telltale lavender hair dip into the bar. Not one to pass up a conversation with a friend, Rolan followed them. The reason he hadn’t approached them until now was because he simply lost track of them; their dark cloak obscuring their figure.

“Wha- Ro!” A new nickname. Maybe that’s where Vyrn got the habit from?

“‘Ro’?” He asked, taking the seat next to the captain. Their face was flushed, an even blush spreading across their cheeks and even a little on their nose. Their cloak hood had tumbled forward, tilting over to partially cover their face as they pressed their cheek against the bar.

They relaxed into the cool surface, trying to beat the warmth building up in their chest. Stupid alcohol.

"Ro- Rolan. Sorry," Mullin mumbled, leaning up and attempting to make an effort to sit back up. They wrinkled their nose in confusion - Rolan had to admit, that was a little cute - but refrained from asking why he was there. "You wanna sit?"

"Sure, if you'll have me," He replied, moving his chair closer to theirs so he could make sure they wouldn't fall. "So, who's stupid?"

"Hm? ...Oh. No one. 's nothing." Mullin replied, tucking some of their hair behind their ear. "Just... thinkin' out loud."

"What, I can't even guess?" There was a playful tone to Roman's voice, but a genuine curiosity to it. "I bet I could do it in three."

Mullin loves a good gamble. Surely, they'll take the bait. I could probably just do it in one, but...

"Ugh, fine. You're on!"

Gotcha!

Rolan smiled then, and signaled to the barkeeper for another round. "Okay, can I ask questions and then guess?"

"Hmm... you get five questions. But only five, so use them wisely." Mullin said after a moment of silence. They started sipping on their drink again, feeling more refreshed after starting a new challenge.

"Hm..." Rolan looked around the bar, and (as if right on cue) he spotted Rackam's figure near the entrance. Since he was further away, Mullin hadn't noticed, but they were bound to soon. "Okay, first question. Is he tall?"

"How'd you know it was a he? That's a dumb first question, y’know." Mullin retorted, back still towards the door. "But yeah, he's..."

They paused, and thought for a moment: "Mhm. He's tall."

"I could probably guess now, then?"

Mullin turned to look at Rolan, a frown on their lips: "No way. You could try, though."

Rolan's smile grew wider, a bit more teasing now. It's actually kind of fun, watching them get flustered. I wonder...

"I asked a question, so can I guess?" He asked, moving closer to them and wrapping an arm around Mullin's shoulder. Mullin made a noise of confusion at first, but returned their attention back to their bet.

"Okay, fine. Guess."

Rolan thought about it, then remembered the name of one of their crewmates: "Richard, yes? Your gambling friend?"

At that, Mullin barked a laugh, earning a look from the bartender, but nothing more. Rolan shrugged off their dismissal.

"Richard is a good guess, but no. You're down a question and a guess." Mullin smirked, feeling a bit overconfident in their win. Rolan scooted even closer, then, and pressed his knee against theirs. Mullin looked at him - really looked - but made no comment. The touch was warm, and comforting.

Rackam had made his way through the crowd, having bumped into several people on the way in - in an attempt to find Mullin, if Rolan had to guess. Aside from their hair, they looked like every other bar patron. Rolan didn't seem to mind having their attention on him, just for a minute. He had two more guesses, after all.

"Okay, fine, my next question-" Rolan watched Rackam, watched as his hand went to scratch the back of his neck when he questioned another person about Mullin's whereabouts. "Does he fight?"

"What man doesn't, nowadays?" Mullin gestured to the room around them, Zegagrande having been caught in their fued. "What's your next question?"

"That was a dumb one, yeah. Hm..." Rolan leaned in, almost conspiratorially. "Is he close with your family?"

That one caught Mullin off guard: Rolan could almost see the wheels in their head turning as they tried to think of a response through the fogginess of the alcohol coursing through their system. They pouted a little.

"I think he is." Mullin finally replied after a long beat. "He's warm but firm with them."

"Well, that's a good quality to have in your lover, I suppose!" Rolan replied, trying to keep up his ruse of lightheartedness - Mullin huffed.

"He's not my lover! We haven't even... ugh." They looked away from Rolan and turned their attention back to their drink, finishing it in one swift movement. "Bleh. Nevermind."

Now that caught Rolan's attention: "You haven't what? That can be my fourth question."

"...You're cheating the system," Mullin replied, a pout beginning to be permanently fixed on their face, "You won't learn anything from that."

"Are you sure?" Rolan asked. He leaned more into their competitiveness. "If you tell me, I'll make my second guess."

"I-" Mullin faltered for a brief moment, and Rolan took it upon him to tilt Mullin's hood back, exposing their hair. He brushed some of it out of their face. Their blush deepened - his fingers were light and delicate.

"U-Um. We haven't- I haven't told him. That I like him. And-" They realized a new drink had appeared in front of them and took a sip, "-and we've only really hugged."

Rolan smiled the same gentle smile he had been wearing all night: "So, you're drinking by yourself in a dingy underground bar because..."

His hand, which was only resting on one of their shoulders, moved it's way over to the nape of their neck - he could feel the warmth coming off of their body - and he took the risk of running a finger across and up to their ear. Mullin made another noise of surprise.

"Just make your guess," They snapped a little at him, embarrassed at how one small touch could mess with them so easily. "You have two guesses and one question left."

Rolan chuckled. "Fine, fine. My second guess is..."

Despite messing with Mullin, his gaze hadn't left Rackam's figure all evening. He wanted to time this right, see their reaction, but not yet. This is fun.

"...Drang, the mercenary from Phantagrande."

"That's your second guess? I thought you'd be better at this." Mullin replied, an air of smugness coming from them. Rolan clicked his tongue.

"Now, now. I have one more question!" He replied. He glanced over at their drinks: "But you should probably start heading back to the inn."

"What? I'm fine!" Mullin huffed and crossed their arms. "You're a spoilsport."

"Okay, if you really want me to continue..." Rolan sighed - maybe a bit dramatically - and pretended to think of his last guess. "Is he the helmsman of the Grandcypher?"

Mullin rolled their eyes: "Rolan, that one doesn't count."

"Are you sure?" Rolan said, slipping his hand underneath their chin, leaning closer to them. Mullin shuddered at the touch, but made no movement to pull away. He's acting strange tonight. But... they inhaled a shaky breath, their lips parted to speak, but Rolan beat them to it. He leaned over and whispered something into their ear.

"If the answer is no, then..." his breath tickled their ear; his entire being too close to Mullin for their liking. He was acting coy.

"Yes- the answer is yes." Mullin hissed, almost a little too fast - Rolan moved away and Mullin let out a sigh of relief. They snatched their drink from the counter and downed half of it. "Happy?"

Rolan just smiled. At that moment, Rackam had finally found them, walking towards the bar with a scowl on his face. Mullin lit up when they saw him, Rolan's odd behavior put aside.

"Rackam!" They said, almost a little too excited as they saw the helmsman approach the bar. Rolan reached out to steady Mullin, watching as they swayed when they spun around in their seat. His hand made contact with their shoulder - they made a noise of complaint.

"I'm not that drunk, Ro!" They protested, starting to stand. Their fifth drink of the evening rested on the counter - already forgotten by the captain. They tried to straighten out their clothes, brushing down the fabric, but it was ultimately no use.

"Mullin, I think you should sit back down..." Rolan said, gentle with them. I guess our little game is done. This was insightful.

"Rolan, what's going on?" Rackam said - a little short, but not uncharacteristic of him. "I was told to go find 'em and now you're here too?"

"Aha, well, Mullin asked me to join them, and I saw no harm..."

"And that gives you the right to touch them?" Rackam replied, the furrow on his brow increasing ever so slightly. He didn't like it when Mullin accepted other's touch - they didn't like physical contact, not really - so he always got a little worried whenever they were more carefree. (...and he didn't like the way Rolan looked at them).

"O-Oh, well, they're not feeling very well, so-"

"Be nice, Rackam." Mullin pouted at the taller man. "He's just helpin'. But I'm fine though, really!"

"Ah... really?" Rackam replied, giving Rolan a once-over. "Well, okay. If you're sure, Captain."

"You can use my name in public, y’know," Mullin pouted, reaching out to take Rackam's arm. "It's Mullin. Mewwww-lin." They enunciated the first syllable, causing Rackam to flush in embarrassment.

"Mew- Mullin. Captain. I know. C'mon, let's get you back..." He mumbled, helping them to their feet and wrapping an arm around their shoulder; Mullin giggled - giggled? - and held out their arms instead.

"I don't know if I can walk. Could you carry me?"

At that, Rackam coughed and looked away, glancing at Rolan (who seemed incredibly amused), then changed his mind. Well, if it keeps him from helping any more...

"Okay, geez, fine. Just- shh, here-" Rackam stumbled, gently picking them up and holding their head against his chest. His arms held them close, and he tried to ignore the stare from Rolan. Was Rackam easily riled up? No. But something about Rolan's gaze was really pissing him off.

Another giggle from Mullin, who had wrapped their arms around their helmsman's neck and was now playing with his hair. They twirled the brown curls between their fingers, smiling to themself at how soft it was.

"Sheesh. C'mon, Djeeta's waitin' for us." Rackam said, but there was no malice to his words. He still remained gentle with them, as if he had done this before.

"Have a good night, Mew." Rolan said, hiding a smirk behind his hand. "Make sure they drink water!"

He called out. Ah... I'm not sure if I could compete with him. Good luck.

Rackam just gave Rolan a look before he walked back off towards the entrance, carrying a sleeping Mullin with him.

[yumisara]

hi! if you're still the gbfr portraits may i request rolan and id's? thank you!!!!

I already did Id's here, I hid it under a read more for spoiler reasons!

https://www.tumblr.com/yumisara/743602002998722560/do-you-by-any-chance-have-the-dialogue-portraits?source=share

Here are Rolan's ^^ I think it's all of them!

[julymarte]

Since i haven't seen many people post about them (and even cygames is a bit forgetful....HSM SIDE STORY WHERE CYGAMES??), i go back to my job of spreading society propaganda

tbh at first it kinda bugged me that cassius had his sr outfit instead of the ssr but thinking about it , it actually makes more sense than what happens in the event, how could have isaac made a society style outfit on the moon without being found out? showing it it was just a plot device to tell the players hey this guy is getting an ssr unit! it makes more sense imho that he'd gat his matching outfit back in the sky realm

[kystral]

[laputaskies]

[atomic-lola]

Rolan is precious, and I love him

[noctilin]

"pleased to see you're doing well, esteemed fix-it of mistria!" he's a seasonal romanceable, better act quickly before he's gone forever! 🌼✨

[mrgyiyg]

[tenebriism]

// Diluc's English VA also voices one of my favs in Granblue Fantasy: Relink and I feel like it was fate.