#ticklish!inquisitor

[august-anon]

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.

[frost-queen]

Touch on touch (Reader x Cal Kestis)

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You frantically panicked feeling a hand on your back. It made you jump out of your skin, taking a leap forwards to get away. Turning around, you were panting. – “Hey it’s just me.” – Cal said holding both his hands up. You untensed knowing it was him. BD bleeped loud on his back. – “You are right.” – he told the droid. – “I’m sorry I should’ve given you a warning before touching.” – Cal told you.

You shakily shook your head. – “No… it’s fine… it’s just… something I need to get familiar with.” – you responded rubbing your hands nervously together. Cal nodded lowering his hands. He knew all too well of your journey. How touch starved you were after being in solitude for so long.

Dropped onto a forgotten planet because there was a war going on. Inquisitors raiding every planet. Your parents thought it was best to hide you on a planet not existing on the maps. Cal remembered it clear how you first shared your story after finding you.

He was on the planet to lay low from the empire for a while. What he didn’t expect was to find someone, a girl on this abandoned planet. He was for sure surprised. At first you were very wary. Keeping your distance. Only the droid was allowed to come close after a while. Cal respected your boundaries, trying to gain your trust from afar.

He kept a close eye, knowing BD was near you. It took him nearly a week to just get a few inches closer to you. By the end of the next week he achieved to sit by you. Then it took him a lot more trust and patience to be where he was now with you. Trusting him enough you shared your story. Of how your parents dropped you here with the promise to return and collect you.

You waited patiently for years. If it wasn’t for Cal dropping by, you’d still be waiting. Waiting for people that were never going to come. You did not know if they were killed or had simply forgotten about you. To be honest you couldn’t care. They abandoned you.

Cal looked briefly over his shoulder to BD. BD bleeped loud. – “May I approach?” – Cal said humorously. You laughed loud. – “Since you asked so nicely.” – you replied. Cal smirked approaching you calmly. He held his hand up, quirking his eyebrow up. You smiled slowly moving your hand up as well. Your palms touched making him smile wider. He moved his fingers down, holding your hand.

He gestured if he could come closer. Hesitant for a second, you yielded and nodded. Cal stepped closer to you. Tips of your shoes touching. He brought your entangled hand closer to his lips, leaving a sweet kiss there. It tickled making you wave your hand at the ticklish feeling. – “Now do it here.” – you said pointing at your arm. – “As my lady pleases.” – he said not minding at all. If it was up to him, he’d be kissing you non-stop all around.

He kissed your arm, giving you that same tickling sensation. – “Anywhere else Y/n?” – he asked raising his eyebrow flirty. You thought for a moment, tapping your neck gently. You didn’t have to say that twice. Cal placed his hand behind your neck, forcing you to lean your head back to give him more area to kiss. His lips kissed you so teasingly it almost made you weak on your knees.

He kissed you there trice as you chuckled enjoyable. He knew you liked it, you just needed to get more used to it. The beard that he had grown out, brushing against your smooth skin. You cleared your throat tapping your chin. Cal looked up, tilting your head more back by your chin. – “And here I thought you weren’t so keen on my touch.” – he chuckled out with a flicker of pining in his eyes.

“I have my moments.” – you answered, tapping your chin again. BD hopped off his back, letting you have some room. Cal slowly kissed your chin, his touch making you grasp onto him. Cal pulled your chin down, his lips coming in line with yours. – “My turn to choose.” – he breathed out, staring at your lips. – “Go on.” – you whispered.

Cal smirked, knowing there was something else he needed to do first. He moved his hands under your shirt against your back. Slowly letting his  hands rub your back. Your back arched as you groaned with delight. He knew it was your weak spot. So desperate for his touch all of the sudden you grabbed him, forcing your lips onto his. He kissed you like there was no one around. Well there was no one around…

When you returned to the Mantis, BD was joined by Cere. – “I was wondering what you were doing for the little one to seek out my company.” – Cere teased, giving him a head rub. – “Nothing like you think.” – Cal answered humorously. Cere hummed not believing much of it. You came sitting down. Cal coming to sit beside you.

He moved his hand between your back and the sofa, forcing you to lean a bit forwards. He let his hand slide under your shirt once more. Rubbing your back in a calming way. He felt how it untensed you. BD hopped onto the table in front of you. BD started bleeping loud moving around while giving sight to his words.

You laughed loud at what he was telling you. Cal smiled, looking over at you. Impulsively he gave your shoulder a kiss. – “I love you Y/n.” – he whispered, making Cere pretend she didn’t hear that. You turned to him. – “I love you too Cal Kestis.” – you responded.

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[dacompanionreactions]

Hello! Love your blog! I had a kind of a silly/fun reaction. How would the DA:I companions and advisors react to a playful Inquisitor sneaking up behind them and giving them a quick tickle attack? 😊

I guess this is mostly under the assumption that they are all close w/the Inquisitor, and comfortable with sudden physical contact. Enjoy!

Cassandra yelps, a high pitched squeak that has her clapping her hands to her mouth with a horrified expression, utterly mortified at the sound she just made. She blushes furiously, but she's not going to stoop to the Inquisitor's level of childishness and return the tickle attack. She will rise above. Forget this affront to her reputation. Or so she would have the Inquisitor think... for a good tactician never reveals their cards, and always has a plan of (tickle) attack.

Varric laughs. He laughs and laughs and laughs until tears stream from his eyes and his stomach hurts. For him, it really dispells the notion of the Inquisitor being this large figure at the front of a huge military force. It's utterly ridiculous, and definitely not the intended effect the Inquisitor wanted on him.

Solas is taken off guard. He's seen and done it all, so it takes something truly special to leave him stunned. Something like a tickle attack. He stands there in a horrific, drawn out silence after the Inquisitor's attempt to tickle him, trying to process what just happened. Solas spends the next thirty seconds resembling a dumbstruck fish. He hastily closes his mouth and reaches a tense agreement with the Inquisitor to never speak of this again.

Oh, the indignity. Dorian is actually appalled at the noise he makes, which is something between a giggle and a squeak, and turns swiftly on the Inquisitor with (playful) murder in his eyes. He's not afraid to get his hands dirty, oh no, and so he rolls his sleeves up and prepares himself for an all out tickle war. Naturally, the Tevene in him begs him not to stoop so low. His pride, on the other hand, begs him to take revenge.

Sera screams bloody murder. Good luck hiding from her, for the Inquisitor chose the wrong person to start a tickle fight with. This girl is ruthless. She'll hide in the rafters and swoop down upon the Inquisitor when they least expect it. Throw in a few lobbed pies and that'll make the experience downright messy. Never mind playful, she's starting a war.

Blackwall is really ticklish, and ticklish everywhere. He can sense someone creeping about and probably assumes the worst. To be tickled instead of receiving a knife in the back is an odd kind of relief. To him, it helps to maintain a sense of normalcy. Yes, the world has gone mad, but people can still have tickle fights and laugh like children. Normalcy is the best kind of revenge.

Cole isn't ticklish. Still, he understands the concept. It's likely that he'd ask the Inquisitor why they felt the need to try and ambush him like that. He gets that they're trying to be playful and get him to laugh, but there are easier ways to do it!

The Iron Bull is not ticklish. He's not, so don't bother even trying. Except he's totally lying. Ask Krem and he'd say, "The boss is ticklish behind the ears. Don't ask how I know." He'd probably bark out a laugh, then full on lose it at the attempt to tickle him. Though he'd likely not retaliate unless he knew for sure the Inquisitor is comfortable with unexpected physical contact.

Vivienne isn't actually ticklish. Unlike Bull, when she says it, she means it. Any attempt to tickle her will be met with extreme retribution. Messing with the Iron Lady means snowballs flung at high speeds into the back of the Inquisitor's head when they least expect it. Vivienne is all smiles, icy and sharp, and when confronted all she has to say is, "What ever do you mean, my dear?"

He'd have to be really close to the Inquisitor for Cullen to be even slightly comfortable with that sudden movement. His knee-jerk reaction would be to panic. He'd also probably try to defend himself or physically remove himself from the situation. If he is comfortable, well, this man grew up with siblings. He's gonna tickle the Inquisitor right back, maybe even give into childish impulse and full body slam them into the floor... and apologise profusely after. And fix his hair.

Leliana sees it coming from a mile away. She'd turn swiftly and catch the Inquisitor's wrists in her hands, then offer them a knowing smile that simultaneously warms and terrifies. "I wish you luck for your next attempt." Is that a threat or a challenge? You decide.

Josephine would yelp with surprise, then erupt into giggles despite herself. She feels just like a young girl again, having tickle fights with Yvette until her tutors reprimanded her for terribly unlady-like behaviour. Josie would never in a million years dream of actually retaliating, but she sure thinks about it. A lot.

[plisuu]

Hi Sterling! This Friday how about some Connor x Cullen with "kissing your lover’s forehead or knuckles" (I picture Connor as a forehead kisser and Cullen as a knuckle kisser? maybe because he doesn't want to risk reminding Connor of his former Tranquil status? idk)

Helloooo Happy Friday! Here is some fluff that is... actually fluff for once? wc: 450 @dadrunkwriting Cullen was… Comfortable. More comfortable than he had been in a long time. He held up a hand to the soft morning light that slipped from the stained glass windows through his fingers, making the scars across his knuckles and palms shimmer and shift as he moved. They had slept in, an unusual occurrence, but if the Inquisitor was still asleep, then surely he dearly needed the rest.

And there was no getting up, anyway. A warm and heavy arm was slung over him, holding him in place against the Inquisitor's side and the legs that tangled in his meant there was no escaping Connor's grasp.

He let out an amused huff that rustled Connor's messy brown hair, wavy and untamed bedhead that was always soft no matter how tangled it became, and let his hand drop to run his fingers through it. A satisfied hum vibrated through him where Connor's head lay against him, and Cullen gently massaged his scalp. Connor shifted slightly to nuzzle into the side of his neck, placing half-asleep kisses there.

"Mmm… 's nice," he mumbled sleepily, breath hot and ticklish against Cullen's skin.

"It's late, Inquisitor," Cullen murmured in reply.

Connor squinted at the sunlight that streamed into the room before blearily blinking up at him, creases of the linen sheets imprinted on one cheek. He said nothing, but his look was clearly unamused, and he grumbled something incoherent before letting his head flop back down with a heavy thump against Cullen's chest. He buried his face in it, as if the sun might go away if he pretended it didn't exist.

The commander chuckled, pressing a kiss to the top of Connor's head. He let his free hand roam Connor's back aimlessly, mapping out the freckles that dusted his shoulders, tracing the scars that crisscrossed there, some smooth and flat, other rough and caught on the pads of his calloused fingers.

Connor's breathing began to slow again under his touch, deep and steady, and Cullen let his other hand slide from where it tangled in Connor's hair to rest on his shoulder, giving it a gentle squeeze. He felt Connor move, and the Inquisitor blindly reached to grasp Cullen's wrist, his brows drawn in a little frown as he awkwardly laced their fingers together and dragged Cullen's hand to his lips, peppering kisses along battered knuckles before dropping it unceremoniously back on his head.

“No, don’t stop,” Connor grumbled, the words soft and drawn out as he scarcely clung to consciousness. He drifted back to sleep almost as soon as Cullen resumed running his hands through soft, messy hair.

Cullen supposed he could let work wait. Just this once.

[shmowder]

Could I please request a second part to the "What their kiss feels like" drabbles? With Yulia, Aglaya, Katerina, + Victor if you can forgive me for breaking the unspoken girls-only rule (that I just made up in my head)

🐿️ anon

Don't worry, Vicky is basically one of the girls, so it's fine to include him as a little treat. Hell, I'll throw in his oomfie Sasha as well.

What their kiss feels like

[fluff, kissing, romance, GN Reader]

Aglaya Lilich

Her lips are cold, bare and soft like cotton. They press against yours with reassured confidence, slotting perfectly in place. Ghosting her lips over yours for a stretched out second, observing you squirming in anticipation. Just as you're about to speak, she fully closes her mouth against yours, swallowing your words and relishing in the look of surprise on your face. The flat of her palm resting against your chest, as if toying with the strings of your heart. She tastes of nothing, strangely.

She kisses you as if it was her one purpose in life, as if this one simple act was all that this universe was created for. More sensual than you'd ever expect from the fearsome inquisitor, it's tantalising and calm, soothing yet blunt. A faint smile adorns her lips in the aftermath, Aglaya seems content with her life for a moment.

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Yulia Lyuricheva

Her lips are dry more often than not. She tends to forget to occasionally drink water and other menial tasks alike. Sometimes, you taste bitter coffee at the tip of her tongue, othertimes it's the sour aftermath taste of a cigarette smoke. It takes coaxing to get her to fully melt into a kiss, let her guard down, snuff out the cigarette and replace it with your lips against hers. And then it takes even more effort to get her to let go when all she wants is to overdose on your taste.

She kisses you as if it's her one solace from despair, lethargic in her slow movement, slowly regaining her vigour through each peck and kiss. Kissing her is the only way to get her to shut up when nothing kind seems to come out of her mouth that day.

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Katerina Saburova

Erratic and hungry, greedly chasing after your lips whenever you pull away for air, your lungs burning inside your chest as her blown wide pupils meet your eyes, silently pleading for you to give her just a little bit more. The taste of her lipstick is... exactly how you'd expect makeup to taste like, leaving stains and marks alongside your lips and smearing around the corners of your mouth. Her arms fully wrap around your shoulders, taking a hold of your nape and guiding you towards her. You're pressed impossible close that her perfume latches onto you for hours to come afterwards, a lavender fragrance following in your trail.

She kisses you as if she's only been kissed once before and spent the rest of her life chasing after that high, attempt after attempt to replicate that feeling, starved for affection and devotion.

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Victor Kain

His lips are relatively soft, well taken care of. There's a subtle taste of mint that becomes more prominent the deeper the kiss goes. Was it his morning toothpaste or one of the chocolate mint candies he kept in a bowl on his desk for guests? His hands immediately find your waist, simply holding you there, thumbs moving back and forth on your sides. You almost get the impression he'd rather do this sitting down, to get you comfortable on his lap so he may prolong this act of intimacy to his heart's content.

He kisses you with gentleness, it's almost suffocating how delicately he treats you. Measured movement preventing him from crossing the line of "barely enough" Keeping you aching and seeking more. Never quite satisfying your appetite as he pulls away before you could have your fill, only to start the process all over again.

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Alexander Saburov

His lips are thin, chapped almost, and pressed tightly closed more often than not. the after shave stubble surrounding his mouth scratches your skin in a good way, slightly ticklish. He apologetically changes his position in an attempt to get you more comfortable. His posture is straight, stiff shoulders loosening as he melts into your kiss as the tips of his fingers glide down your back. Sometimes, he tastes like honey, just like how sweet he likes his morning tea.

He kisses you in moderation, with abstinence in mind. As if you're the world's greatest temptation, his very own personal tormentor. The river of styx, he must resist drinking from least everything else he deems important might vanish from his memory.

[mushyblushyredhead]

DAY 6: Chase ˚✧₊⁎°.⁎⁺༚ (Star Wars: The Clone Wars)

TickleTober 2023 🎃

Presented by @august-anon

A/N: These are NOT my OCs! All credits go to my bestie on Insta, who is the rightful creator of these mentioned characters (Arlo, Vale, & Tarquin) and has let me use them for this prompt. Adorable father-son fluff ahead! (Additionally, the Inquisitor character that gets mentioned here belongs to ME. She’s my OC.)

Lee!OC (Arlo)

Ler!OC (Vale)

Words: 1,800

Summary: A certain little clone cadet decided to prank his surrogate father, not realizing the ticklish consequences that he’d have to endure right after.

“Aaaah!”

“Arlo, get back here!”

“No wahahay! I know what you’re going to do!”

“Then stop running!”

“Nohoho!”

This playful goose chase had been going on for the past twenty minutes. Commander Vale was starting to feel exhausted, but he still had a mischievous clone kid to catch.

Earlier that day, Vale’s adopted clone trooper son, Arlo, kept begging him to do something fun with him as he was bored. Vale tried to assure Arlo that he would have time for fun later as he still had a bunch of “boring adult data pads” to fill out. But Arlo was impatient. He had been itching to spend some quality time together with his surrogate father ever since his dad’s team came back from another long mission fighting the scary Sith Lord Inquisitor he heard the other troopers talk about.

But that always made Arlo confused because he could’ve sworn he heard his father sigh fondly at the Inquisitor’s profile picture on the monitors. And the way he sometimes talked about her to his Jedi best friend, Tarquin, it almost sounded like he…liked her?

Whatever the kriff Vale had going on with that Sith Lord was none of his business. All Arlo cared about was catching up with his space papa, and hopefully getting to do something fun with him.

But when all his pouting, whining, and even fake tears didn’t work, Arlo huffed to himself. How was he supposed to feel like he had a dad if Vale could never have time for him anymore?

As Arlo paced around the Rebellion base, looking for something to do, a rare streak of mischief suddenly struck him. It orbited around his head like a TIE fighter, the way all great ideas do. Certainly this particular playful idea wouldn’t go unnoticed by Vale.

And so, here was where the cheeky little clone was at; currently being chased by his not-so-pleased father. Arlo decided it would be hilarious to not only snag his papa’s com link and impersonate him on the team’s channel, but to also decorate his helmet with stick on googly eyes and glittery stickers.

The wild goose chase continued; Arlo hopping over tables and any other obstacles while Vale was starting to lose his breath at this point. How in the Galaxy was this kid able to outrun him with all of Vale’s experience chasing opponents and being chased by enemies that were much bigger than him? Being out-runned by a small clone trooper kid wasn’t the best look for his reputation.

If this kid is going to tire me out by having me chase him all day, then I better tire him out first! Vale thought. But how? Every breathless threat he threw at him just made Arlo giggle more. Obviously, he wasn’t going to take him seriously in this position. Unless…

Arlo skidded to a stop, laughing at his breathless panting father yards behind him. “Haha! You can’t even keep up!”

“Maybe…not…right now, but…in a few seconds…you won’t be able to run anymore.”

“Huh?” Arlo tilted his head like a curious tooka. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

“It means…” Vale slowly lifted his head, revealing the devilish grin. He flexed his fingers, wiggling them like claws. “You have ten seconds to run before I catch you! And if I do catch you, then…” he wiggled his fingers again.

That was Arlo’s cue to take off running again. Except this time, he wasn’t running as fast or feeling so confident anymore. He knew that look, far too well. He should’ve expected Vale to resort to that for his prank. But did he really want to get away that badly? Maybe. But maybe not too much?

“…Then stop running!”

“Nohoho!”

“Arlo!”

“Get awahahay! I know what you’re going to do!”

“Then why are you still running?”

“‘Cause you keep chahahasing me!”

A couple times, Vale almost succeeded in grabbing the smaller clone, but he purposely let him slip past his hands at the last second to keep the game going. He had to admit, he didn’t want this playful moment to end so quickly. The work he needed to finish on the data pad was important, but not as important as this right now.

After a few more turns, Arlo hit a dead end. He frantically whipped around, but his only exit escape was blocked by Vale. He was trapped.

As a last resort, he shakily held out his hands in defense as Vale cornered him. Vale raised an eyebrow. “You really think that’s going to stop me?”

Arlo giggled nervously. “Mahahaybe?”

Vale just shook his head and made a grab for the small boy. Arlo shrieked as he was hoisted up and tossed over Vale’s shoulder. He kicked his legs and pounded his little fists against Vale’s back. “Puhut me dohohown!”

“Oh sure, I’ll put you down,” Vale said, entering his own quarters. He dumped Arlo unceremoniously onto the bed. “All right, spill it.”

“W-Whahat?” Arlo sat up.

“What’s this wild chase really about, hm? You don’t usually pull these kinds of shenanigans unless you’re with your teammates—which you aren’t right now. So what’s up?”

Arlo fell quiet. “Well…I don’t know.”

“C’mon, try me.”

The little clone sighed. “Okay…I guess because I just wanted to spend time with you. Y’know, fun time like we used to do. I know you have your missions and other teammates to think about, but you always had time for me in the end. And um…” he twiddled his fingers, voice getting soft. “Now that you seem to be fangirlingover that Sith Inquisitor lately…you always seem too busy for me.”

Vale could feel his cheeks suddenly grow warm. He rubbed at his neck, trying to mask his awkwardness with a cough. “Arlo, listen. I’m not ‘fangirling’ if that’s what you’re thinking. She’s a Sith Lord. It’s my job to track her down whenever she tries to spread her Galactic Empire disease on other planets.”

Arlo huffed. “You stare at her profile picture every time on the monitors! And I’ve heard you tell Tarquin about that ‘sparkly look in her eyes’ she gives you. What’s that even about?”

Vale rubbed his temples. He had to start locking the doors to keep his nosy kid from eavesdropping. “Ugh, Arlo…that’s none of your concern right now. And in the future, I’d appreciate it if you don’t eavesdrop on things you don’t understand at this age. But back to you. You really think because of my missions, I’m not going to spend time with you anymore?”

Arlo shrugged. Vale’s gaze saddened. He pulled the smaller clone into his lap for a hug. “Hey, I’m not going anywhere, alright kiddo? No matter how messed up the galaxy gets or whatever missions I get called for, I’ll never ever forget you. You’re my ad’ika. Nothing could ever be as important as you, son.”

“You promise?”

“I promise. Cross my heart, and hope to fly, stick a lightsaber in my eye.”

They touched foreheads, enjoying the warm snuggly embrace in silence. Until Vale broke that silence. “You know, I still have to get you back for those pranks, right?”

Arlo’s eyes widened. “W-What?! No you don’t!”

“Oh, yes I do.” Vale’s grip on him tightened.

“C’mon! I thought we just talked it out!”

“Oh, we did. But a stunt like that towards me does not go unpunished!”

“Nohoho!” Arlo managed to wriggle out of Vale’s grip, and made a mad dash to the door. He would’ve made it out if Vale hadn’t leaped forward and grabbed his ankles, dragging him back into the room. Arlo desperately tried to claw his way out as he was dragged backwards, like someone in a horror movie fighting for their life against some horrible monster or creature.

He shrieked as he was tossed onto the bed again. Vale didn’t waste anymore time and dug his fingers into his kid’s sides.

Arlo squealed. “EeeEEEEEHEEheheee! No! Nohoho! Nohohot fair!”

“What, would you rather have me move up…here?” Vale moved his hands higher to tase at the smaller clone’s ribs. “This better?”

“AAAAHEeeheeAAAhahahaaaa!! Ihihit’s nAAAhat! Thahahat’s soho much wo—HAAAHA—worse!!”

This wasn’t anything like the usual gentle playful tickles Vale gave him. Like the soft pokes to the side whenever Arlo was getting frustrated at target shooting practice, or the playful scribbles to his stomach or feet to get him to go to bed. No, this was a whole other level of intensity!

Vale kept clawing at his rib cage, making sure to scratch in between each bone and even knead at his back ribs. It was just maddening.

“NAAAAHEEAAAHahaaahaAAAA!! N-Nohoho wait!! Wa—HEEEAAAAHAHA!! WaHAHAHAIT!! HeheHEEAAAHEEEEHEE!! NAHAHAHO!! EEEEEEEHEEHEEEEE!!”

It couldn’t possibly get any worse than this, right?

Apparently, it could. Because Vale suddenly switched tactics, shoving one hand under Arlo’s arm and forming a claw with his other hand, vibrating it right into his tummy.

Arlo arched his back with a loud squeal-screech.

“HEEEEAAAAAHEAHAAAAAHAAA!! NAHAHAHAAAAAA!! V-VALE!! VAHAAAALE!! NAHAHAHAO!! That’s….that’s—EEEEEK!! EEEEEEHAAAAAHEEEEHEEHEHEEE!!”

“Hm? It’s what?” Vale innocently asked, as if he wasn’t physically torturing his kid right now. Instead of letting him answer, Vale finished it off by shoving the boy’s shirt up, and blowing a long fat raspberry directly against his belly button.

Arlo screamed. “NAAAAAAAAAHAHAAAAEEEEEAAAAA!!” He frantically kicked his legs out and started instinctively pulling on his dad’s hair.

Vale lifted his head, wincing. “Ow! Ow! Okay, heh, I think you’ve had enough for one night. Can you let go now?”

Arlo let his arms collapse against the bed as he panted heavily. “You…that was…that was torture..!”

Vale grinned, ruffling the clone boy’s hair. “Consider it a lesson of what happens when you prank your commanding officer. And, also remembering how much I love you, ad’ika. I love you more than all the stars in the galaxy.”

Arlo felt his heart soar. He happily glomped Vale in a soft tackle hug. “I love you too, Dad! More than all the blue milk and Mantel Mix in the entire galaxy!”

Vale chuckled and squeezed him a little tighter. “Now then, let’s get you to bed. I bet you must pretty tired after all that running and laughing.”

Arlo tapped his chin in thought. “Actually…I’m not. ‘Cause you got me thinking about blue milk and Mantel Mix now!”

Vale rolled his eyes. “Ohhh no, you are not eating either of that stuff right now.”

“Aww why not?”

“Why no—because if you eat any Mantel Mix or blue milk, you’re going to be hyper for the next couple hours and you need to sleep.”

“Hmph…what if I just have half a cup of blue milk and just a handful of Mantel Mix?” The boy gave pleading eyes that rivaled a tooka’s.

“No, Arlo!”

“Hey, don’t we keep some in the lounge room?”

“Arlo…”

“I remember now! You and Tarquin hide it in the very back of the cupboards!”

“Arlo!”

The small clone simply stuck his tongue out and raced out of the room, giggling, “Can’t stop me now!”

Vale shook his head with a sigh and a smile. He got up and ran after his boy. Looks like he was going to have to give him an extra long tickling to fully tire him out tonight.

…And find a new hiding place for the blue milk and Mantel Mix.

THE END (*´꒳`*) ♡

[boytickler35]

Jedi Fallen Order: Return of the Ticklish Padawan

As Greez pulls his head out of the duct that he’s working in, a strange sound reaches his ears. With a frown he grabs one of his heavier wrenches and moves silently through the ship. Cere is off on a supply run so he and Cal are alone on the Mantis right now, and the kid is supposed to be sleeping.

When he approaches the sleeping quarters though, the sound grows louder and more distinct, coming from Cal’s room. Part of him is tempted to march in and demand to know what the kid is doing cause he’s supposed to be sleeping as in resting. The other part of him though is confused cause the sound is laughter, more freely than he’s ever heard from Cal before. He stands outside for a moment before nudging the door open.

Inside, the red head is laying out on his bed while the little oil leaker pokes and nudges at the kid’s sides emphatically while Cal lays and giggles, occasionally punctuated by a laugh when the droid hits a sensitive spot. Tickling. All of this racket caused by some tickling. He really never would have guessed that Cal, always stoic and somber in true Jedi fashion, would be ticklish. Come to think of it, he doesn’t remember ever hearing the young man’s laugh. Greez decides he likes the sound; it’s sweet, and genuinely happy, and clearly Cal’s enjoying this.

He lingers at the door debating what to do. The kid really should be sleeping after his fight with one of those Inquisitors but-he’s happy.

Finally he clears his throat.

The boy turns a pretty shade of red to match his hair and doesn’t say anything.

“You’re supposed to be sleeping.”

“I couldn’t sleep.”

Guarded. He doesn’t blame the kid, being hunted for so many years would make anyone tense. It does sting a little, but he pushes that aside and continues the conversation.

“And this helps?”

He sort of gets a shrug, still standoffish and guarded and embarrassed.

“Well if it does, clearly your little buddy isn’t cutting it,” he advances on the bed menacingly, pulling the greasy, oil stained gloves off his hands, all four of them, and cracking his knuckles. He knows that if Cal really doesn’t want this, he’s more than able to stop it so he doesn’t feel bad.

His hands find the socked feet first, one sticking out from under the covers, the other not far from it. It’s easy when he gets close enough to pin both ankles and tickle with his other hands.

Cal yelps and laughs, more of the same happy sound mixed with a plea...or demand he can’t really tell, “GrHEhEhEhZE! SHthahAhAhAhAP!” The kid tugs his ankles back but not hard, not really even trying as far as he can tell.

“Nope, you made your bed, now lay in it.”

The socks are thick, good considering all the cold places he goes running off too, but wow. It’s impressive how ticklish he is with them still on. Greez scratches several nails against both feet and is pretty pleased with the reaction.

“KnOHahAocKIHehEHeheheITohAhoFF!”

He’s less pleased when the kid almost kicks him but hey, hazards of the job.

“Maybe I should move on up?”

Without waiting for an answer he grabs at the kid’s knees finding a new trove of nerves to exploit and continues bringing out the bubbling laughter and a lot of squirms as Cal rolls from side to side trying, maybe, to get away. With one hand he reaches up and pokes the kid’s belly, keeping the other three squeezing his legs. It takes a bit of leaning but he manages it and is rewarded by Cal trying to suck his tummy in as far as it’ll go and still not getting away.

By now the kid’s face is nearly as red as his hair but he’s smiling with glee not just from getting tickled but Greez stops anyway partly to give him a breather and partly cause the disappointed pout that spreads across his face is cute. It makes him look like the kid he is and not some solemn Jedi of the past.

“Done already?”

He almost laughs at the kid’s voice, trying to sound teasing and not disappointed but only partly succeeding, he doesn’t need the Force to know Cal is hoping for more. “I don’t have to be.”

“I mean-you can continue if you want.”

It’s sort of endearing how the kid won’t meet his eyes and he moves up again, now in prime position to attack both sides and both armpits and judging by the look on Cal’s face, he realizes as much.

It might be a little mean of him but he doesn’t give the kid an opportunity to back out and digs in. His fingers are pretty strong from years of working with picky, delicate machines and when he starts kneading the boy’s sides, the response is electric, thrashing and laughing wildly. Working Cal up is easy enough but he decides to wait until he’s got the kid good and squirming before getting into his armpits at the same time and that’s when he gets some real belly laughs.

“This what you were looking for kid?”

“GREhAheAHehAHss!”

“That’s my name.”

The best part about this is he can go as far as he wants, Cal is more than capable of stopping him if it gets too much.

He continues to drill the kid’s armpits and knead his sides, and occasionally when he feels like really getting him, he goes for the belly button. All told he works the kid over pretty hard.

“STAhAhAhAP!”

“Aww, what’s wrong I thought you liked this.”

He does though and gets a few more giggles that mingle with hiccups.

“Tired out yet?”

A surprisingly cocky smirk, “Not even close, old man.”

He huffs, feigning annoyance, “Bold words from a ticklish little pup. Let’s see how you handle it when I do this~”

In a smooth motion he strips both socks off. “Still feeling confident kid?”

“Maybe a little less?”

He lets out a chuckle and digs into the now bare feet and Cal’s laughter quickly overtakes his own. He wasn’t wrong when he thought the socks must be protecting some really ticklish feet because Cal lifts things with the Force several times involuntarily while getting tickled. It isn’t hard to see why either, despite the last ten or so years on the run, the feet are soft and sensitive.

Kid's lucky he’s a merciful man and doesn’t just focus on the toes because it’s obvious pretty quick those are his worst spots. The pad of each one is like a thermal detonator waiting to go off and he flicks at them here and there but not too often, only when he thinks Cal is getting used to the tickling. Other than them the rest of the kid’s feet are fair game, he scratches at Cal’s heels and the balls of his feet and pokes at the arches, earning a steady stream of laughter and squirming but never pulling away.

Cal isn’t even smart enough to keep his mouth shut and provokes him to new heights and he finds he really has no problem dishing out as much tickling as he can, moving up and down the kid’s body from his feet to his neck. In fact it isn’t until Cal yawns during his revisit to the terrible ticklish toe pads, one so powerful it overtakes his laughter and causes Greez to stop. He glances at the boy and Cal looks...probably tired enough to hibernate. Letting go of the kid’s feet he rubs a hand over the back of his neck and says awkwardly, “Sorry about that kid I guess I got carried away.”

He gets a hoarse chuckle, “You could say that.”

He hesitantly reaches out and smooths some of the silky reddish hair. He decides not to comment when Cal leans against his hand ever so slightly. “Well I’ll just see myself out, you’d better actually sleep now.”

The grin lingers, “I don’t think I'll have a problem with that thanks to you.”

He nods approvingly and goes to leave, but as he does Cal speaks again.

“Hey Greez?”

“Yeah?” He half turns to face the kid who’s now laying back, propped up on his elbows with an expression half thoughtful and half shy.

“You’re not as mean as you look.”

He reaches out and tweaks the kid’s big toe and replies, “You’re not as tough as you look kid, now I’m serious, go to bed or the metal monster and I will pin you down and make you.”

BD gives a pleased sound beep but hops over to Cal and snuggles up against his chest. Cal lays down fully and with a sigh Greez fixes the blanket over them. Gentle snores fill the room as he’s closing the door. He didn’t expect the kid to be so ticklish, much less get so much enjoyment out of it. It-well it’s kind of cute actually the way he let down his guards and looked like a blasted kid for a bit. He could get used to the Mantis being filled with that laughter too. It might be nice.

[missamyrisa2]

are there any kinds of questions you will not be answering by default?

I'll need you to go ahead and scoot onto my lap for this ~ no particular reason, I just want to tickle you while I talk about teases~ mhmmm come to the grand tickle inquisitor ~ you wandered into my silky purpley menagerie and how will you ever learn the rules of my realm if you don't let me tease your wiggly body while I pontificate the tiggles~? Yesss those are my nails on your waist mmhmmm~ how does that feel? Does it tiiickle?

I'm usually upfront if I get an ask that I won't answer. The only types of content that come to mind are truly sadistic tickles, anything with minors or ageplay, chastity devices, and anything excessively cruel. I like to do things cute~<3

Which is why you're right here and I can glide my nails up your ribs and slip one hand under your shirt to find that cute navel ~ ooh big toughie trying to resist but let's see how you fight me off when I have your underarm tickled ~ you keep struggling and I'll pin you to me and snuggle tickle nuzzle you until you're a perfect pile of helpless giggle-gasps~!

Other than that~~I won't reject them outright but an ask too big or too little I'll probably not be able to do anything with. That would be like sending me an ask for like a novel-sized tease with a dungeon of characters or a complex plot ~ or on the other extreme asking me tickles plz and nothing else. Sometimes those will inspire me but most times not.

Your giggles inspire me thoughhh~ you love being on the tickle inquisitor's lap ~ don't lieeee now ~ I know you like thisss ~ you want to tell me all about your tickle ideas don't youuu? You've seen how I melt other ticklish cuties and you just want those lovely sensations now too ~ silly tickle bug, my adorable tickle glutton ~ I'm gonna overload you soooo much just as soon as you start confessing ~ come on now, tell me a gooood tickle thought you've had, a lil tale of your desires ~ I promiseee I'll twirl this makeup brush down your tummy and give you plenty of neck kissies while you spill out your feathery thoughtsss~

I know it rubs some people the wrong way but I don't work in any set order. I usually open the box and look for something that grabs my imagination the right way and then write in a single push until I run out of thoughts. But it's because I don't want to just churn out teases to do them. I want to give my full attention and craft something hopefully tingle-worthy ~<3

And you certainly have my attention now darling ~ let's hear alll those tickle thoughts while I scribble my nails up your feet ~ and put these feathers between each toe~ why yes, you are restrained on my confession table now~ securely strapped so I can scrubby up your soles while you tell me the rest of the story which I'm absolutely going to use to tease you to bitssss~<33

[just-another-t-word-blog]

The Chase

A Mistborn era 1 drabble

Authors note: please forgive the dust, I haven’t been able to write much lately 😅. Anyway, rusty or not, I’m relistening to the series and had this fic pop into my head, so enjoy

Warning!!! This is, in fact, a tickle fic. So if no like, no read. Thank you

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Vin fled.

Burning steel, she pushed, lurching into the air away from one rooftop and crashed into the next. She tucked into a roll, coming back up running, flaring pewter to keep her balance on the slick surface. Her mistcloak flapped in the wind behind her like it had come alive, her hair whipping around her face, heart racing and breath quickening.

And she was grinning like a child.

Thinking fast, she dropped down into an ally below, slipping into the corner between some crates and the wall. She was cornered, but she was hidden in the shadows.

Kelsier had playfully decided Vins training may have been too easy. No real danger, no incentive to find another way out than a fight. Whether she had just caught him on a strange day or if he was actually considering *this* of all things to be good for sparring, she had no clue, but never in her life had she thought she’d be running away from him. Just as she never thought said escape would be triggered by a question she had never been asked, let alone considered.

“Vin, are you ticklish?”

Suddenly, she heard a thump against the rooftop above. She clutched a hand over her mouth, trying desperately to keep nervous giggles at bay. Vin chanced a look up, flaring tin to peer through the darkness and mist. He was there

“Boo.”

She scrambled to her feet, dashing down the alleyway, failing to keep quiet as she heard him leaping back and forth between the buildings above. Laughing like this would have been humiliating, but she was too focused on getting away at the moment to care. She shrieked as she heard a thump directly behind her. She felt a hand nearly grab the back of her cloak. Not daring to look back, she threw a coin down and steel pushed, taking to the sky again, and landing on the roof of a woodworkers shop. Clubs’ shop. Quickly, she crested the roof, nearly running over the poor apprentice Clubs had keeping watch tonight. She broke for the hatch to get into the shop, turning to the apprentice. “Just running from Kelsier, can’t explain!” She whisper-yelled before slamming the door shut.

Quickly, and as normally as one could muster in these circumstances, she made for the stairs to get into the main shop. Hiding in her room would be too obvious and she wasn’t comfortable hiding in someone else’s in case they should retire before she had either escaped. Or been found.

Vin crept down the stairs, unsurprised to find a few of the crew members having a nightcap around the kitchen table. Watching the windows, she peaked around the corner into the kitchen, catching odd glances from Breeze and Ham.

“Child, do you care to explain why you look as if you lead an inquisitor to our doorstep?” Breeze asked with a smirk, sipping his wine. “Is he here?” She whispered, though she knew if Kel was anywhere nearby he would hear her using tin. “Who?” Ham asked. “Kelsier!”

“Yes?”

She spun, Kelsier leaned against the doorframe leading into the storefront. Ham snickered. “I know that look kid, you should probably start running.” “Or praying,” Breeze corrected. “Last time it was Spook he was after. Poor boy, could have woken the dead with his screaming.” Ham laughed again. Vin backed away from Kelsier, not taking her eyes off him. “You knew?!” She cried accusingly. “You didn’t warn me?!” She backed through the doorway into the kitchen, Kelsier stayed where he was. “And let you get out of this? No offense Vin, but I think a good laugh would do you some good.” Ham said, a smile in his voice. Good natured as always.

She spun and vaulted the table, when she landed and looked back he had moved. He now stood next to the table where she was just standing.

“There’s no getting out of this, you can either give up or waste your breath running again.” He grinned, but not his signature grin, one much more sinister. She felt him using emotional allomancy on her, soothing away embarrassment and rioting her already rising giddiness. She couldn’t control the blush creeping across her face, cracking a nervous smile. “That’s the smile I’m looking for.” He teased. “Now, why don’t you come over here?” She shook her head, backing away more. “C’mon,” he urged, slowly moving around the side of the table. “We both know it will be easier this way.”

“Whatever you’re about to do, it better not spill my wine. This is a brand new coat, I’ll have you know.” Breeze chided, though he was watching intently.

Vin backed away more as Kelsier stalked closer, her grin widening. She felt her heart drop as her back collided with the wall. “Well now,” He said, tilting his head in a mocking way. “Looks like you have nowhere to go.” He lunged, and she dodged. Kelsier slammed into the wall just as she darted away, towards the doorway once more. Suddenly, her feet were swept from underneath her and she crashed to the floor. Turning, she saw Ham sitting with one leg “accidentally” placed in a relaxed stretch, directly in the path she had tried to take. He was studying the ceiling, whistling to himself. She felt hands wrap around each of her ankles, dragging her across the floor. Kelsier had caught her.

“No, no, no!” She shrieked, trying to kick his hands off. Anticipatory laugher poured from her as she grabbed at the floorboards, trying to find purchase. He released her ankles, quickly moving to sit on the back of her legs. She squirmed, trying to roll away, but he was much heavier than her. Opting to save her strength, she went limp, peering over her shoulder at Kelsier through disheveled hair. “Please,” she begged. He tilted his head again, playing dumb. “Please what?” “Don’t.” His grin deepened, leaning forward. “Vin, I have no idea what you’re talking about. Don’t what?” “Tickle me!”

She heard Ham hiss and Breeze chuckle. “She fell for it.” “They always do.”

“Why, Vin,” Kelsier leaned back, dramatically cracking his knuckles. “Why didn’t you ask earlier?”

She squeezed her eyes shut, letting out a high pitched squeal as he dug all ten fingers into her sides. She tensed, holding her laughter in. “Now don’t be like that, you asked for this, remember?” Kelsier teased, lightening his touch. Now that was unbearable.

Her resolve crumbled, letting out a stream of happy giggles. She clamped her arms to her sides as tight as she could, pressing her face into the floor. He wiggled his fingers between her sides and her arms, finding her ribs. He zoned in on the lower two on each side, ripping another squeal from her as she dissolved into cackling, shaking her head wildly. “Nahaha!! Not fair!!” She cried, risking lifting her arms to grab his hands. “Not fair?” He asked, shooting his hands up under her arms. She clamped her arms down again, bright laughter bubbling from her. “How is this not fair? You’re opening your spots up to me, you asked for this, you sound like you’re having a great time! How is this not fair?!” She didn’t respond. In all honesty, Vin was having fun. She couldn’t remember the last time she laughed like this, if she had ever laughed like this before.

He removed his hands from her sides, curiously spidering his nails across the small of her back. She jolted, looking back at him with wide eyes. Excited eyes. He scribbled again, this time keeping at it, scratching lightly. She burst into mad giggling again, squirming wildly. She made a grab for his hands, blindly searching for them behind her. He simply grabbed both her wrists in one hand, holding them down against her spine, using the other hand to reach up and spider around her shoulder blades. “Thank you, that made this easy.” “No!!” She shouted, cackling into the floor. She flailed, accidentally kicking him in the back. He paused, looking down at her. “Well,” he said, mock exasperation in his voice. “That was rude.” He got up momentarily, sitting back down on her legs before she could get away, but this time facing the other way. He grabbed one ankle, lifting it up to his chest. “How convenient that you tend to run around the city without any shoes on.” Her eyes bulged. “No! No! I know what you’re doing! Don’t you dare!” The two person audience laughed at her despair.

The bell on the door to the shop rang, alerting the group so someone entering. Sazed walked in, looking quite confused at the scene before him. “Master Kelsier, what are you doing with Mistress Vin?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. “Oh, nothing Saz.” He said, tightening his grip on her leg. “Just helping her laugh a little. She had some stuck, you see, so I’m trying to help her get it out. Maybe with the blockage gone she won’t be such a grouch.”

“Ah,” the Terrisman said. “I see. Don’t let me stop you.” Vin looked at him incredulously. “She looks like she’s having fun anyway.” Her blush went scarlet. She planted her face firmly into the floor again, earning a laugh from the group.

“Alright, hold still, Vin.” Kelsier smirked. “This won’t hurt a bit.”

[fairfaxleasee]

7, 11, 15~! For Lyta (because I don't think I know much about her)

OK, here goes!

7- Tickle spots: Lyta is actually not ticklish (like at all). She had no concept other people were until she asked Cullen why he would sometimes touch the bottoms of her feet.

11 - Bad or petty habits: most of these come back to Lyta's overriding fears of conflict and anyone paying any sort of attention to her. She hides from every appointment Josie makes for her (Bull has to literally drag her to them), she's very indecisive because she's scared of doing the wrong thing, and she keeps thinking that everyone MUST have a legitimate reason for what they're doing (even when they clearly don't).

15 - What does it take to make her cry?

Lyta gets upset fairly easily (mostly by being anywhere near a conflict) but she really only cries when she thinks she's broken/ruined something (in addition to being scared of conflict and people noticing her, she's also terrified of her own magic. So yeah. She's a GREAT inquisitor.)

[fluffomatic]

Finally able to finish this piece! Been like 3 daaaays! But after august-anon's dragon age fic I know I had to make more Dragon Age tickle art! Vehiron needs so many tickles after Trespasser. That dlc really puts ur character through it. Luckily Dorian visits to wreck his dear inquisitor

(My art don't repost but please reblog)

[august-anon]

Something New

Tickletober 2022, Day 16: New Discovery [LATE]

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Fandom: Dragon Age: Inquisition

Ship(s): Dorian/Inquisitor

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

Word Count: 336 words

Summary: Dorian discovers his new favorite way to wake up.

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Everything was still so new, it felt like every day there was something new to discover. The fact that the Inquisitor snored if he was tired enough, the way Dorian would sometimes snort when he laughed too hard, the way they both could hardly tolerate the cold.

And now, as Dorian stretched awake behind him and rolled over to curl around his back, the two of them were about to make a new discovery.

Dorian’s hand swept languidly up and down the Inquisitor’s chest for a few circuits before, in his drowsy state, slipping back toward sleep on their rare lazy morning, his fingers slipped a bit too low and brushed feather-soft against the Inquisitor’s stomach. The ticklish crawl of Dorian’s fingers snapped the Inquisitor into wakefulness with a gasp and a jolt, startling Dorian back awake as well.

“Amatus?” Dorian asked, groggy and disoriented.

“Nothing,” the Inquisitor mumbled, dropping his head back to the pillow. “Don’t worry about it.”

But of course, Dorian was never one to leave things well enough alone. His fingers tripped back down the Inquisitor’s chest once more, brushing against his stomach once more and drawing out another of those jolts, sending the Inquisitor’s back even further against Dorian’s chest. Dorian let out a hum, sly and ever-so-pleased.

“The Inquisitor’s ticklish, is he?” Dorian all but purred. “This is going to be fun.”

“Dorian–”

But the Inquisitor couldn’t get out much more than that as Dorian’s fingers finally found their intent, scribbling sneakily along his waist and ribs. Still so fresh from sleep, defenses still so low, the Inquisitor couldn’t even hope to muffle his reactions. Giggles rolled out of him as he curled into as tight of a ball as he could, eyes squeezing shut. The Inquisitor felt the rumble of Dorian’s own chuckles against his spine.

“Well, amatus, I think we just found my new favorite way to wake up.”

The Inquisitor would never have a peaceful morning again, would he? Not that he could really say he minded.

[dreadfutures]

HAP FRI BLUE💜💜 I come for some platonic vibes this week maybe? how about dorian & ixchel with 'Walk then. Come on, walk towards me. I bet you can’t even take a step’ + idiots in friendship + dorian calls her mula at LEAST once + one of them carries the other/gives a piggyback ride + at some point they collapse in a pile somewhere not designed for resting and decide it's too much effort to get back up ((hope you find some muse tonight bb❤))

Thanks mer!! for @dadrunkwriting

Pairing: Ixchel Lavellan & Dorian Pavus

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Ixchel rested her head against the wall and heaved out a pealing giggle, eyes squeezing closed from how the scene tickled her.

"What are you-- Are you laughing at me?" Dorian cried.

"You're still in your stoles!" she said with another laugh. "What will the students think seeing their illustrious commencement speaker--" a hiccup interrupted her, and she clutched her one hand to her chest where it pained her "--like this?"

"Like what?" Dorian rolled his eyes. "So handsome?"

Ixchel cackled. "Have you looked in a mirror, lethallin?"

Dorian spluttered and self-consciously smoothed back his hair. "They'll hope they have this much fun when they're my age," he said primly. "And what about you, Lavellan? Come on, walk towards me. I bet you can't even take a step!"

Ixchel turned, keeping her head touching the wall as she rotated slowly to glare at him. "Bet."

"I hope you're not trying to get money out of me, mula," Dorian huffed. "I am here on Chancellor De Fer's coin, not mine!"

"I think the campus deserves a nice vhenadahl," Ixchel mused. She gave Dorian a sly smile. "I think that red one, with the fruits, would be nice."

"Arbutus unedo?" Dorian said thoughtfully. "I'm sure I can get Vivienne and Fiona to put a nice plaque on it... 'Gift of House Pavus'... Alright, mula. Bet on."

Ixchel pushed off of the wall and took one exaggerated step forward. She paused, raised her eyebrows at Dorian daringly, and spread her arms. He raised his eyebrows right back at her and stroked his mustache with exaggerated critique in his gaze, as if judging her technique at some battle stance.

When Ixchel then scuttled forward several steps, her arms still wide for balance, Dorian couldn't help but double over in a fit of laughter--which put him at the perfect height for Ixchel to leap onto his back.

Dorian almost choked when her one remaining arm hooked around his neck, and he quickly caught her legs for support so she wouldn't hang on so tight.

"Maker forbid the students see this," Dorian said, aggrieved. "The dread Inquisitor so inebriated she cannae walk home, and the poor, poor Magister Pavus charged with the heroic task of bringing her home!"

"I can walk," Ixchel said. "I just did! And you owe me."

"Sure, sure," Dorian said, "but will you walk?"

Ixchel blew a wet sound into his ear. "I'm so tall, Dor! I never get to be this tall!"

He laughed again and just shook his head.

"And I don't talk like that," Ixchel added.

"Yes you do," Dorian said, "when you're drunk you sound straight out of Starkhaven. I don't even know where you picked it up."

Ixchel fell silent, frowning, as Dorian set off down the street. They made it nearly all the way down the long block that led from the dwarven merchant district where the most expensive bars were found (they had patronized several) and into the tourist district across the river. It was then that Ixchel, sleepily, said to Dorian:

"You didn't meet my Keeper, did you?" she asked. "They sound like that."

"Isn't that your nice young man's parent? Name started with a 't'?"

"Yeah, Terinelan," Ixchel said affirmatively.

"Then you all must be long lost children of Starkhaven," Dorian replied. "Try moving east, mula. Maybe there's a crown in it for you."

Ixchel dug her knees into his ribs just as they finish crossing the bridge, and Dorian broke into hysterical, ticklish laughter that proved to be their downfall.

Literally.

The pair went sprawling in the grass that lined the street, coming to rest tangled together among the decorative flowers planted so carefully there.

Dorian puffed with frustrated, unconquerable laughter, and Ixchel curled up under his arm, stifling her own laughter in his chest.

"Alright," Ixchel gasped. "Alright. I think--I think we need help."

"You need help," Dorian replied crossly. "I need help with you!"

He fished his necklace out of his shirt and held it to his lips. "Venhedis, come and fetch your wife!"

"And you too, I assume?" Solas's dry voice came in reply, muffled in Dorian's fist.

"Well, of course! I believe you were the one to call me the brightest mage of the age. It would be a great loss to leave me lying here in the street."

"Lying-- Pavus, what trouble have you gotten into this time?"

"Vhenan," Ixchel called, "I won a bet."

Solas's beleaguered sigh was unmistakable, even garbled through the crystal. "Congratulations, Ixchel. Now, where are you two? I shall fetch you two shortly, and Dorian can stay with us, I presume?"

Ixchel crowed in delight. "Just like old times!"

[whatanoof]

Cal Kestis Headcanons that No One Asked For

So I’ve slowly been going through story mode of Jedi: Fallen Order, and I’m about to go to the Fort Inquisitorius so I haven’t even finished yet but I’m absolutely in love with Cal Kestis, so here are some hc about him, romantic and non-romantic.

SPOILERS FOR JEDI: FALLEN ORDER

Cal x female!reader

You both love it when you play with his hair. The first time was almost an accident on your part, because you were just sitting behind him on the bunk while he’s tinkering with his saber and staring at the back of his head. It’s so red, and you’d honestly rarely seen such a bright color naturally occurring, much less growing out of a human head? Your hand brushed a strand almost of its own volition, and you both just froze. He slowly turned to look at you, and you almost stopped breathing because Did you just mess up did you just fuck up the relationship oh shit shit shit--. And he just whispers, “Uh, could you do that again?” And you’re in such a state of shock and relief that you just scoot back on the bunk and gesture at your open lap. Cere walks in on the two of you later, him dopey and almost asleep with his head in your lap, your fingers running through the silky strands. She doesn’t say anything, even when Greez points out the two small braids that you left at the nape of his neck.

He’s so competitive. Like come on, this man refused to back down from  two or three separate fights against fully-fledged Inquisitors and one insane Jedi Master while he was still technically a Padawan. So he won’t let you beat him. At anything. You’re watering the latest seed that he brought back from a planet? Bam, he’s got Greez’s special plant food and he’s giving every single one of them a five-course meal. If you’re a Jedi, and you’re meditating in the back of the Mantis? You open your eyes after ten or so minutes and he’s right there in front of you, doing that little concentration face that you fell in love with so easily. If you’re a Jedi, you’re evenly matched in almost everything that you do in terms of abilities, and you teach each other where you’re not. Greez is terrified of watching you two spar, because you don’t hold back, but you’re also so equal to him in skill that it’s a whirl of light and blocking known attacks. 

Him and BD-1 were a package deal, but as soon as you were welcomed aboard the Mantis, Cal couldn’t believe how easily the little droid warmed up to you. Of course, BD sticks with Cal and is his right hand man on adventures, but Cal no longer occupies 100 percent of BD’s free time. You refuse to tell Cal exactly where, but you found a spot right behind BD’s “head” where if you scratch it, the droid is on the ground and kicking a leg in the air in happiness. If you’re a mechanic, you can usually be found in the back, tinkering with BD’s processor to make it run more efficiently, or oiling his joints again, or designing new paint jobs for the happy little droid. Either way, you’ve stolen a decent fraction of the droid’s affection, and none of the Mantis crew has any idea how you did it. It’s actually the first thing that urged you and Cal to start spending more time together, and you remember BD’s happy little hops after you’d finally kissed Cal for the first time.

There is absolutely no backing for this, but I think that Cal can sing. Nothing fancy, of course, it’s not like there are vocal lessons available on Bracca or in the Jedi Order, but he can carry a tune. It’s sometimes the only way you can fall asleep on the Mantis, because even though Greez and the crew make it cozy, it’s not home. But as soon as you’re curled up in the twin-sized bunk, and Cal starts humming to you, you’re out before he’s finished the chorus. Sometimes the songs are happy, but they’re often little ditties that he heard from the clones before Order 66, or mourning songs that fellow workers on Bracca would sing during the night when the rain was pounding on the metal and creating a natural rhythm and harmony for the tired mechanics. They’re songs of lost love, fallen brothers, and vague longings for newer, better lives. You fall asleep to his soothing voice, but you often wake with an ache in your heart for the suffering and pain that Cal has experienced and witnessed in his short life.

He’s ticklish. He hates that you know. He hates that you told Merrin, and now she can blackmail him into getting her favorite foods from supply markets. But you love the childish giggles that you’re able to pull out of him when you finally corner him and run your fingers over his neck. Tickle fights always end in make-out sessions.

+18 NSFW under the cut

So... Cal never had the chance to understand wanting intimacy before you, sexual and non-sexual. He was terrified the first time he looked at you and didn’t recognize that strange feeling in his chest. He’d never felt it before, was there something wrong with him? Was he sick? It takes a sit-down with Greez for him to figure out what’s going on, and it’s even scarier than the possibility of illness. Jedi were forbidden to love, it had always been a taboo in his mind, even if he had never had the opportunity to find out what it felt like.

He pushes it away at first. He ignores the flutters in his chest when you’re laughing with Merrin at dinner. He denies the complete shorting out of his brain when he accidentally brushes too close to you while trying to get to your shared bunk. 

He has his first wet dream, and wakes up absolutely throbbing with the memory of the dream that involved you and him and way too little clothes for his repressed childhood. He tries to grit his teeth and go back to sleep, but it’s too uncomfortable, and he can’t get the image of your body out of his mind. Jedi Masters always gave their Padawans the sex talk, and Jaro Tapal was nothing if not a good Master. So Cal knows basically what he has to do to relieve the tension so that he can get a little more sleep. He just doesn’t expect to lose control of himself to the point where he grunts your name when he comes. His heart just about stops when he hears the bed above him creak, and he yanks the sheets over his head until he’s sure that you’re not awake. He gets up early the next morning so that he can clean up without fear of you catching him.

After you get together, Cal is even more scared of the relationship. He had checked with Cere, and though she skews more traditional in her beliefs, she knows that Cal’s trauma and overcoming of it is more than she could hope to understand. Maybe this relationship could bring a stability to his life that nothing else could provide. She cautions him on the power of Dark Side, and how the fear of losing love dragged many great Jedi astray. But she also trusts you, and she knows that you would never do anything to hurt him. She hadn’t missed the lovesick puppy eyes you’d been sending his way.

You start out promising to take it slow. Neither of you had much experience in the areas of relationships and dating, much less sex, so at the beginning, you make sure to clarify that there’s no pressure to rush through anything. It’s mostly just spending more time together, slowly exploring each other. You both learn about each other’s pasts, and spend time talking through the different experiences, rationalizing and comforting each other. Before you even begin to experiment in bed, he’s become your best friend.

When you finally do, it’s short and sweet and perfect for two people who are trying to take their relationship slow. You teach him about what you like, and he gasps out in between moans what feels good and ohhh, what feels even better. 

Okay, a bit of a time skip here, but after Cal’s more experienced, he is a sucker for you riding his thigh. He’s built and strong, so the ridge of muscle beneath you and rubbing against every single spot that sparks delicious warmth in your belly brings you to climax so much more quickly than you could have expected. He loves looking up at you, mouth open and eyes half shut in ecstasy as you chase your high, your heat leaving sticky wetness on his thigh that only serves to make him harder. He’ll grind his leg up if only to hear that heavenly little squeal and whimper that he can get out of you. You’re beautiful to him even on the worst days, but when you’re above him, sweaty and on the brink of coming all over his thigh? Stars, you’re the most glorious thing he’s ever seen, and he rode a shyyyo bird over the untouched forest of Kashyyyk.

Sadcanons. Don’t read if you don’t want sad feels tonight

There is no denying that Cal’s not a whole person at the beginning of the storyline. He definitely regains some of himself back, but there are parts of him that I believe died with the clones and died with Jaro. There are times where he has nightmares, and when he wakes up, he doesn’t want to be with anyone. Even you. He’ll lapse into silence for hours and days at a time, staring at the blank wall while you try to get him to eat or drink something because damnit it’s been days and he hasn’t so much as moved. Your heart breaks at every sign of his damage, because you know that there is only so much you can do to help. This is a journey that he has to complete independently, though it doesn’t mean that you won’t be here for him when he wakes up.

You trace his scars to comfort him. He’s insecure about them, and is terrified of the memories that they bring back. But when you’re there, loving even his jagged edges, it’s all marginally better and he can bear to live with himself a little more.

He comforts you too. Whatever your background, the Clone Wars and the Purge gave everyone a little bit of damage, and you were no different. He holds you when you’re crying, and comforts you after your nightmares. He’ll purposefully pick a happy song to sing when he knows that you’re down, and he never fails to make you laugh through the tears.

His psychometry allows him to understand your trauma better than you could hope to understand his. Before you even allow him to sense your past, you make him promise to not internalize any of it. You know that he would, though it makes no logical sense. He promises. 

Oops I made myself yearn. Now back to our regularly scheduled program of single life. School’s kicking my ass right now, but this made me feel better so I can’t complain too much.

But in all seriousness, I recommend this game 10/10. The Star Wars content is absolutely impeccable, the graphics are gorgeous, it gives me a thrill in my chest to know that every single second is canon. Cal is a beautifully written character, and even though his story breaks my heart, it’s written so well. He doesn’t lash out in anger, rather internalizing his fears and pain in a way that I can relate to, and he’s scarily powerful. It’s a feel good story for me despite the pain, and I’m looking forward to finishing it this weekend!

[the-dreadful-canine]

Touch me(me):

I had nothing better to do this morning so what I did? Fleshed out my characters, of course!

What's your OCs relationship with touch?

Elizabeth

Strangers

"Please do not perceive me" is her reaction to strangers. Please don't touch her. If they must, it should be as brief as physically possible.

Best friends and family

She's a very touch starved physical person, so when it comes to her best friends and close family members, hand holding, hugs and general cuddling are most welcome! If they play with her hair/massage her scalp, she'll love them forever. They will do good by avoiding her sides, she's ticklish there. And don't touch her ears, that's just weird.

Partner

Her wolf partner has a free ticket to touch her for as long as he needs. In fact, if Solas goes too long (about ten minutes) without touching her for at least one (1) second, she might start withering and dying like a neglected house plant 🤣

More under the cut because it's long, tag list + blank template!

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Ornay Adaar

Strangers

They crave being the center of attention, and as such Ornay doesn't mind strangers touching them that much. Handshakes, leading someone by offering their arm, pats on the shoulder and - upon polite request - a greeting kiss to the cheek are all welcome gestures from the Inquisitor' subjects.

Friends

They are quite relaxed around friends and although Ornay isn't the one to start the action, they do not mind hugs, casual touches or even the lingering ones. And if one would like to become more friendly... Well, they were never the one to deny *ahem* benefits.

Family

Their idea of family is quite warped, and if they were to come face to face with a long lost family member, Ornay would feel awkward and the need to act quite formal, unsure between treating them as another subject or a friend.

Partner

Touches anywhere but the horns and the ✨ luscious mane ✨ is greatly appreciated (and expected) from their lover. Please do give them forehead kisses.

If asked nicely, Ornay will grant them the honor of brushing the golden locks :D

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Tagging (with no pressure at all!) the peeps, in case ya'll want to do it too 💖 @little-lightning-lavellan @varric-tethras-editor @dungeons-and-dragon-age @emerald-amidst-gold @oxygenforthewicked @noire-pandora @blueheaded (please do let me know if you don't want to be tagged on these things~)

Human/dwarf, qunari and elf templates:

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Dragonagecompanions Masterlist- Inquisition Part 1

First thoughts on Inquisitor

Crossdressing Inquisitor

Inquisitor gets poisoned (Nonromanced version)

Inquisitor in lingerie (Cullen & Josephine here)

First thoughts on Corypheus

Inquisitor fainting

Inquisitor being deaf in one ear

Inquisitor possessed by a spirit

Inquisitor protecting them from a hit

Inquisitor giving them flowers

Josephine, Lelianna + Cassandra reacting to noble courting Inquisitor

Inquisitor can’t swim

After Trespasser (And Advisors here)

Inquisitor dyeing their hair

Inquisitor can do Skyrim shout

Child taking a shine to companions

Companions realizing they have deeper feelings for Inquisitor

Inquisitor having astraphobia

Inquisitor having self harm scars (And Advisors Here)

Inquisitor fussing over them

Inquisitor performing CPR

Cassandra if Lelianna hadn’t stopped her in the beginning

Solas with young inquisitor who considers him a father figure

Meeting the Hero of Ferelden

Inquisitor that grew up on the streets

Car or Motorcycle

Inquisitor with beautiful singing voice

Inquisitor getting a mabari

Nobles talking shit at Winter Palace

Inquisitor’s death post-trespasser

Inquisitor working for Corypheus

What kind of tumblr blogs the companions would run

Cullen reacting to Dexter - Dark Passenger Scene at Restaurant

Inquisitor gets surrounded

Inquisitor bring home an orphaned child

Inquisitor having a blood disease

Inquisitor being skilled in unarmed

Inquisitor with a scar across stomach

Inquisitor has a child from a previous relationship

Teen! Inquisitor getting drunk after finding out the truth about elven religion post trespasser

Child! Inquisitor asking about Blackwall after he disappears

Inquisitor has a panic attack during a war meeting

Solas reacting to falling for someone who is not an elf (GIF)

Finding the Inquisitor nearly passed out from an Anchor flare

Cassandra reacting to Inquisitor asking to her to read to them

Inquisitor speaking Qunlat

Reactions to the massacre of Lavellan clan

Learning about what the Joining entails (GIF)

Teen! Inquisitor falls deathly ill

Game franchise companions would be most interested in

Teen! Inquisitor gets hit on by a creep

Taking the Inquisitor’s virginity

Someone purposefully misgendering the Inquisitor

Books are getting burned and Inquisitor stops it

Inquisitor calling Cassandra Mom (GIF)

Companions reacting to Cole describe the Inquisitor’s feelings about them

Child! Inquisitor accidentally blowing crater in Skyhold

Inquisitor with luscious locks

Going to Wrestlemania

What it takes to get Vivienne, Dorian and Josephine to a spit take

Types of cars each companion would drive

Inquisitor lost a bet and runs through Skyhold naked

Companions realizing they are in love with the Inquisitor

Inquisitor has Chronic Fatigue Syndrome

Inquisitor wants to raise a dragon pup

Weddings with companions

Harding, Krem and Dagna finding out the Inquisitor has a crush on them

Companions’ greatest desires

Inquisitor asks them to take care of their child if they die

Qunari! Inquisitor with Golden Halla Horns (GIF)

Dorian reacting to Teen! Inquisitor calling him Dad

Which would they like better: Lord of the RIngs, Harry Potter, or Star Wars

Inquisitor bottle flips from Leliana’s foor onto Solas’s desk (GIF)

Iron Bull’s reaction to the Warden telling him stories about Sten

Companions find an amulet that makes you speak in limericks and haikus

Fenris as the Inquisitor (GIF)

Inquisitor that wants to try at least one of every meat they kill

Inquisitor has a creepy stalker

Josephine reacting to Child! Inquisitor saying gold isn’t her color

Parent! Inquisitor’s child telling romances that Inquisitor likes them (Krem, Dagna and Harding here)

Inquisitor being the author of the Song of Ice and Fire series

Inquisitor with epilepsy

Inquisitor singing to demons to try and heal them like Moana (GIF)

Inquisitor was an assassin on a job at the conclave (GIF)

Inquisitor’s reaction to their child telling the companions their feelings

Romances react to the Inquisitor giving them an affectionate kiss

Inquisitor that can turn anything into a weapon (GIF)

Cassandra falling for a woman Inquisitor

Inquisitor that rock any clothing they wear (GIF)

Cullen falling for a dude Inquisitor

Blackwall falling for a dude Inquisitor

Sera reacting to an ace inquisitor

Inquisitor is 101 mabari

Reaction to Solas pulling the Inquisitor into a kiss in front of everyone (GIF)

Josephine first realizing that she is bi

Qunari! Inquisitor taking out enemies with their horns (GIF)

Companions singing lullabies to a Child! inquisitor

Solas reacting to a Teen! Inquisitor looking grown up in Trespasser

Sera reacting to realizing she is a noble after marrying a Trevelyan Inquisitor

Reactions to an asexual inquisitor

Solas’s reaction to Inquisitor calling Cullen vhenan (GIF)

Blackwall’s reaction to the Inquisitor joking that his armor looks like a quilt (GIF)

Inquisitor’s main weapon is Excalibur from Soul Eater (GIF)

Blackwall’s reaction to the Inquisitor asking him for a strip tease (GIF)

Child! Inquisitor making them flower crowns

Inquisitor dancing with the ambassador at the Winter Palace (GIF)

What kind of presents they would give to a Child! Inquisitor on their birthday

What leaves Varric absolutely stunned

Dalish! Inquisitor wearing Dalish attire to the Winter Palace (GIF)

Post Trespasser Inquisitor saying they aren’t good enough for them

Sera reacting to Dalish! Inquisitor making dalish cookies (GIF)

Inquisitor saying I love you in the romances native tongue

Solas reacting to Inquisitor sneaking up and grabbing his junk (GIF)

Child! Inquisitor getting called knife ear

Varric calling a Dwarf dude! Inquisitor Bartrand

Inquisitor wearing formal attire (GIF)

Ace Inquisitor that doesn’t like sex with Iron Bull

Sera realizing the Hero gave her the painted box

Dorian’s reaction to being accepted by his partner’s family

Hogwarts Houses for the Companions

Inquisitor pinching their ass under the table during a war table mission (GIF)

Leliana’s reaction to the Hero telling the Inquisitor to look out for her

Inquisitor slapping an enemy so hard it knocks them off their feet (GIF)

Sera reacting to an Inquisitor who binds their chest

Cullen reacting to the Inquisitor giving him a dream catcher to get rid of his nightmares

Inquisitor giving them a bouquet that they picked on a quest (GIF)

Josephine’s reaction to a Mage! Inquisitor being told no one would love them

Inquisitor asking them to take them on a shopping trip to help them transition

Iron Bull’s reaction to learning the Inquisitor knows blood magic

Romancing Krem

Dorian reacting to an asexual Inquisitor that doesn’t like sex

Teen! Inquisitor getting into a fight with another teen (And Advisors Here)

Calm Inquisitor loses their temper (GIF)

Dorian meeting his and the Inquisitor’s child from the future

What makes the companions panic

Inquisitor falls in the fade with only the Warden and Hawke

Centaur Inquisitor  (GIF)

Teen! Inquisitor getting angsty over a crush

Modern day Languages the companions want to learn

Iron Bull’s reaction to his horns hurting his lover while sleeping

Pocket Ask

If the Inquisitor had a crush on Corypheus (GIF)

Teen! Inquisitor having a panic attack

Inquisitor Zevran (And Advisors Here)

Josephine’s reaction to the Inquisitor forcing themself to stay awake due to nightmares

Solas finding out the Lavellan has Qunari blood (GIF)

Companions’ ideal gifts

Someone misgendering a trans inquisitor (GIF)

Inquisitor that has Ehlers-Danlos Sydrome

ASOIAF! Universe: Reading the Red Wedding

Finding the Inquisitor covered in blood and with a shovel

Finding the Inquisitor in their room, giggling like a child on the floor (GIF)

Cullen, Dorian and Solas reacting to the Inquisitor nearly made tranquil

Inquisitor who randomly coughs up blood (GIF)

Teen! Inquisitor going off to college

Iron Bull reacts to a Mage Qunari Inquisitor! who is a bit scared of him

Comforting an agender Teen! Inquisitor

Child! Inquisitor climbing onto one of the rooftops (GIF)

Dorian and Dude Elven! Inquisitor holding hands at a party

Sera thinks the Ace! Inquisitor is also aro but Inquisitor likes Sera

Ace! Inquisitor nearly forcing themself to have sex because they think that’s what “normal” couples do- have sex

Cassandra and Woman! Inquisitor come out publicly

Random gifs for companions (GIF)

Inquisitor reveals that they are a vampire

Iron Bull reacting to the Inquisitor having a panic attack

Inquisitor is a Khajiit from the Elder Scrolls series

Dorian receiving news of the Inquisitor’s death (romance)

Child! Inquisitor whose parents think they could always do better

Which companions would be most likely to adopt

Someone tries to tease about Josephine and the Inquisitor’s relationship

Inquisitor being the child of the Hero of Fereldon

Inquisitor calling Solas “egghead” (GIF)

Vivienne’s reaction to the Inquisitor chewing loudly at dinner

Child! Inquisitor refuses to eat healthy

Teen! Inquisitor doesn’t feel like they are fit to lead because they are young

ASOIAF! Universe: reacting to the Purple Wedding

Inquisitor that shouts attack names in battle (GIF)

First time seeing the Inquisitor in Antaam-saar (GIF)

Finding out the Inquisitor is ticklish and doesn’t mind being tickled (GIF)

Usually serious Inquisitor makes a pun (GIF)

Leliana’s reaction to an Inquisitor using a cell at the winter palace (GIF)

Iron Bull’s reaction to his lover being conscious about how they look

Free day at the beach

Inquisitor who cuddles whoever is closest in their sleep

Jack of all trades Inquisitor who doesn’t know how to fight

Inquisitor stays in the fade in place of Hawke or the Warden

Leliana, Dorian and Vivenne’s advice on proposing to Josephine

Dalish! Inquisitor who can’t read well

Noble sneering at a Child! Inquisitor because of their age