#dragon age tickling

[abihasablog]

Dragon Age girlie's, which of the veilguard companions do we think is the most ticklish? Initial thoughts are Davrin, especially around his middle.

I will investigate.

[lelianaslefthand]

im not exaggerating when i say i've thought about this dialogue at least once a day since the veilguard trailer dropped

[chanafehs]

Vivienne’s line about “a leash can be pulled both ways” is actually so fascinating because it can not only be applied to its original context (Mages & Templars) but to the Inquisitor themselves - as many have discussed the Inquisitor loses their standing, their heritage, their identity to this weird Andrastian cult up in the mountains regardless of what they personally believe. They are the Herald of Andraste, the leader of this massive powerful religious military organization that has its hands in every holding in Thedas and yet the Inquisitor is controlled by everyone else. You are locked into centrist diplomacy, the game is playing you as much as you are playing it. You can make choices but all of the choices you make are guided and picked apart by everyone else, you lose your entire personhood to become someone that everyone around you has molded you into and you cannot escape. The dichotomy between Vivienne and Sera becomes even more interesting because on one hand, Sera keeps trying to humanize you and tear down the barrier between you and the average person (or followers of you), while Vivienne wants you to harness your position since it is all you can do because escape is not an option - harkening back to her experience as a circle mage. Dragon Age Inquisition fundamentally gives you a protagonist sitting in the most powerful position in Thedas and the only thing you cannot control is yourself.

[sketchytea]

endras 'rook' mercar sketchdump. constantly rotating this disastrous minrathous street rat in my mind

[fluffomatic]

AAAAH IT WAS WORTH THE WAIT!!! ABSOLUTELY INCREDIBLE! AND SO IN CHARACTER, YOU WRITE DORIAN SO WELL!!!!

Overtime

this fic has been done since january of 2022 and i have just been hoarding it sjdfh i have no excuses

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Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Ship(s): Dorian/Inquisitor Lavellan

Characters (lee/ler): Lee!Lavellan/Ler!Dorian

Word Count: 1614 words

Summary: The life of the Inquisitor is a busy one, and Lavellan has a tendency to overwork himself thanks to that. Fortunately, he has Dorian there to help convince him otherwise -- even if the methods get a bit unorthodox.

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Lavellan rubbed at his eyes, leaning back in his chair. They were dry and tired, and the dim light wasn’t helping him any. The sun had set, likely some time ago now, but he hadn’t been paying attention. Now all he had to light his desk was a candle that was burning too low and the glow from the dying fireplace, barely doing anything to cut through the chill anymore.

Lavellan gasped as there was suddenly a warm body on his lap, and his eyes flew open. Dorian sat there, looking down at him with a smirk, one eyebrow raised. He rubbed his hands up and down Lavellan’s arms a few times, helping fight off the chill even more.

“Taking a nap?” Dorian asked, tilting his head to the side. “Because I can not imagine this old chair is so comfortable. Don’t come crying to me when you wake with a crick in your neck.”

As if to punctuate his point, he leaned forward and nipped at Lavellan’s neck. Lavellan blinked a few times, taking in his surroundings again. The candle had completely burnt out, the hot wax even having started to cool. The fire was roaring again, but that was likely Dorian’s doing from when he had entered. The man was rather sensitive to the cold.

He had fallen asleep. Fenedhis, he was more tired than he thought. 

“Sorry,” Lavellan murmured. “Didn’t mean to.”

Dorian hummed, leaning up to kiss him. His mustache was soft, tickling Lavellan’s upper lip. He brought his hand up to run it through Dorian’s hair and found it just as soft, none of Dorian’s styling products sticking to his fingers or face. He must have bathed before coming up here. Despite how badly he wanted to sink into Dorian, he pulled away from the kiss, tilting his head to the side to avoid being drawn in again.

“I just need to finish these reports,” he said, shifting under Dorian to coax him into standing. “I’ll come to bed soon.”

Dorian frowned, not rising from Lavellan’s lap. He glanced back at the piles of reports on Lavellan’s desk, outrageously tall, then turned back toward Lavellan, both his eyebrows raised.

“And you think you’re going to finish those tonight? I think not.” Dorian huffed, leaning into Lavellan’s front again. “Come to bed. The reports will be there in the morning.” 

Lavellan shook his head. “It’s fine, most of them only need my signature. I’ll be done before you know it.”

Dorian huffed. “Fine, have it your way. But I’ll have you know, I’m quite comfortable, so if you want to do work instead of going to sleep, you’ll have to do it with me sitting here.”

Lavellan rolled his eyes, but couldn’t stop the fond smile lifting at his lips. He allowed Dorian to slouch forward against him and get comfortable before reaching forward to finish his work, lit by the glow of the nearby fire. He pursed his lips when he felt Dorian’s lips start to press light kisses along his neck, but it wasn’t too distracting, so Lavellan didn’t bother telling him to stop.

That was, until Dorian’s ministrations became more intentional, mouthing gently at Lavellan’s neck, his mustache brushing at the skin with every kiss. Lavellan fought to keep his composure, glad that Dorian’s face was tucked away so that he couldn’t see the goofy smile slowly forcing its way across Lavellan’s face. He resisted every urge to shy away or shrug up his shoulders, hoping that Dorian would tire of this and stop soon.

The mustache didn’t normally bother him nearly so much, despite Dorian’s penchant for coming up behind him and kissing up the back of his neck. But normally, Dorian’s mustache was carefully styled, held in place with wax and whatever other products he used to help it keep its shape all day. The hairs were often so confined and coated, they didn’t usually brush up against his skin this way. It was starting to drive Lavellan mad.

He was able to keep his composure until Dorian started moving up, mouthing at and brushing his mustache up against the patches of skin just below and just behind Lavellan’s ear. Lavellan let out a small, choked-off squeak, his shoulder jumping a little in an aborted protective move. His face grew hot. Dorian chuckled against his skin.

“Always so sensitive,” he murmured.

The flush on Lavellan’s face grew. Of course Dorian would assume that Lavellan’s reaction had to do with his ears. Dorian has explored their sensitivity well enough by now, with fingers and lips and tongue, eager to draw out all the noises Lavellan could make from his ministrations. Lavellan didn’t even want to know what it would feel like to have those sensations mingling with the ticklish feeling currently radiating across his skin.

Okay, that was a lie. He did. Just not when it was so late at night, and not when he had so much work to do.

Lavellan cleared his throat, trying to force the wobble out of his voice. “Trying to distract me won’t make me finish this any faster, you know.”

“Oh, don’t mind me,” Dorian said against his skin, hot breath puffing and lips and mustache brushing.

Lavellan had to clench his fingers on the edge of his desk to keep control. It felt like his skin was slowly growing hypersensitive to the light touches, every small sensation sending ticklish sparks racing across his nerves.

Lavellan took a few steadying breaths, hoping Dorian didn’t notice despite how plastered together their bodies were, and tried to regain his focus. He did his best to ignore Dorian covering every inch of his neck in kisses, getting through all of three documents before a gasp was torn from his lips.

Dorian had nuzzled his face into the crook of Lavellan’s neck, humming and sighing as he tried to get comfortable. Lavellan tried to do his best impression of a turtle to force the maddening sensations away, but Dorian didn’t move an inch, thwarting all attempts.

“Dorian—!” Lavellan yelped, high pitched and silly.

Finally, mercifully, Dorian pulled away from his neck, giving him an incredulous look. “What is the matter with you?”

Neck freed, Lavellan brought both hands up to rub at the skin, trying to force the lingering ticklish feelings away. Dorian stared at him like he’d grown a second head. Lavellan dropped his head into his palms and groaned.

“It tickles,” he muttered. “So bad.”

Dorian laughed, prying Lavellan’s hands away from his face. “And why did I not know about this before?”

Lavellan huffed. “I figured you’d find out eventually.”

Dorian reached out and lightly traced a finger down Lavellan’s neck, grinning when he flinched away with a near-giggly whimper and a goofy smile. 

“How on earth did you keep it hidden all this time?”

Lavellan felt himself go red from his chest to the tips of his ears. Looking away, he grumbled, “It’s not usually like this.”

“Oh?”

Lavellan squirmed underneath Dorian. “It’s your—the mustache. It’s not styled.”

Dorian blinked at him, then burst into laughter. He laughed with his whole body, tossing his head back and leaning with it, to the point where Lavellan reached out to balance him so he wouldn’t topple backwards. Dorian quickly regained his composure, looking down at Lavellan with a menacing smirk.

“Oh, my dear, you’re in trouble now.”

Lavellan’s eyes went wide. “Dorian, wait—“

Dorian did not wait.

He leaned back into Lavellan’s neck before he could scrunch up in protection, mouthing deliberately at the crook of Lavellan’s neck where he had broken before. Now caught, there was little reason for Lavellan to fight to hide his reactions, and he let out a giggly squeal. Dorian nuzzled in close and huffed out a strong breath, and Lavellan had to stomp his feet on the ground as he laughed just to stand it.

“Adorable,” Dorian spoke against his neck. 

Dorian settled more heavily on his lap, limiting his movement and making it a lot harder to stomp his feet. He placed his hands on Lavellan’s shoulders, pushing them down and holding them there. Then, he took a deep breath and started blowing a series of raspberries up the column of Lavellan’s neck.

Lavellan shrieked, squirming what limited amount he could. “Please! Vhenan, please!”

Dorian chuckled. “Please what?” He nuzzled in just under Lavellan’s ear, making him cackle. “My dear, I don’t think I’ve ever met someone so sensitive as you.”

Lavellan finally managed to bring his arms up between their bodies, pushing Dorian back a bit so he couldn’t read Lavellan’s neck. “I don’t think I am, normally?”

Dorian raised an eyebrow, raising wiggling fingers up to Lavellan’s neck before Lavellan caught them mid-air and pushed them back down, laughing and squirming at just the sight.

He averted his eyes, trying not to blush. “It got worse, the more you did it and I tried not to react.”

Dorian grinned. “I’ll have to keep that in mind then, won’t I?”

Lavellan scowled, though he didn’t mean it. “There will not be a repeat performance.”

“There will be right now, if you don’t come to bed.”

Lavellan pursed his lips. “Fine,” he grumbled. “But not because you threatened me! It would just be easier to finish this in the morning, when it’s light again.”

Dorian scoffed, rising from Lavellan’s lap and pulling him from the chair. “Whatever you need to tell yourself, amatus.”

Lavellan allowed Dorian to tug off his day clothes and drag him into bed, pulling him close to share their body heat. Dorian wasn’t built for the chill of the south, that was for certain. He tucked his face into Dorian’s neck as they drifted off, already plotting his revenge.

[emmg]

Solas for the past 10 years without vhenan @thessaralka

[witsserviceablesubstitute]

There's dialogue with Emmrich that implies part of a Watcher's job is to scare Southern grave robbers by installing minor shades in graveyards and I love that piece of worldbuilding so much.

The North knows the South is overly superstitious and the Mourn Watchers decided to weaponize that fact to lower crimes against the dead. But it also means every time I see a ghost in the other games I'll be wondering when it was placed there by a Watcher.

[revenantttt]

Emmrich: A cheese vendor. And such variety. I'm fairly sure that one's illegal in Nevarra Neve: If you ever get into smuggling, I know people who can give you pointers. Emmrich: Neve, really!

[fluffomatic]

I finally did it!!! I tickled the shit outta my Rook~! Of course, Lucanis would find the fact that Rook is insanely ticklish super adorable~ Poor Rook has to deal with Lucanis tickling him all the time now

(My art, don't repost, but please reblog)

[juneleaf]

dorian pavus and maevaris tilani are giving out free top surgeries at the lucerni

[mayhemforlace]

call upon the center of the fade // my love, come to me one last time // call upon the center of the fade // if only to grant me my rest

[abihasablog]

Viago de Riva ticklish truther number ONE

[marvelous-spirit]

The face of a man treasuring the chance to be wrong once again.

[wolfsong-the-bloody-beast]

Teia! Don't flirt with my... (confused crow noises)

[the-raven-and-the-tower]

Second Meeting of the Veilguard Book Club

See also: first book club meeting

[wild-magic-oops]

I really wanted Davrnimancer!Rook to pipe up here that he wanted a massage as well. But later the romance scene rolls up and what'd you know - Rook does get a brief shoulders massage <3