Solavellan - Feet

Inspired by this post by dreadwolftakeyourheart

I will admit, it did not go how I expected. At all. But it was worth it


It had been a long day. A very long day.

Nobles and dignitaries had been complaining about the state of their quarters, reports from the scouts were flooding in from all over the place with movements of friends and foes, the turnips to be prepared for supper that evening had all ended up in the fire place (Cole’s doing, she discovered, in an attempt to help a dying man find peace), there were rats in the pantry, the horses’ hooves needed to be treated but Dennet and his stable hands were unwell, the garden was still untidy and overgrown and there were bandits in the nearby hills, targeting the merchant caravans that came to Skyhold. Needless to say, all looked to the Inquisitor to deal with every problem under the sun.

So Lyris had gone with Bull and Sera to deal with the bandits, after making sure that Cole apologised to the cooks before sending one of the servants in the kitchen to a nearby settlement to buy more turnips, directed all the reports to Leliana and Cullen, had some of the children round up all the cats they could find, had Rydel tend the horses’ hooves (they weren’t so different from Halla), organised some of the refugees from Haven to tend the gardens whilst making sure any herbs valuable to the Inquisition was undamaged and promised the nobles that the builders would see to their quarters once the last tower was in a condition where it wouldn’t collapse on itself.

All in all, it had been a very long day. And left Lyris a very tired and sore Inquisitor. Her feet were left so numb, she had to check they were indeed still attached to her legs. She plodded into the rotunda, weary and in need of some attention that wasn’t in the form of a complaint.

Solas was sitting on the sofa, a large and very old book balanced on his knee, his dark grey eyes flitting back and forth as he read. He was so absorbed he didn’t even notice Lyris crossing the room and standing beside the sofa. She cocked an eyebrow, faintly annoyed, before a rather devious thought crossed her mind.

She sat down heavily. He still didn’t registered her presence. She reached down, unlaced her boots and kicked them across the floor, followed closely by her socks – he still hadn’t looked up at all. Lyris inspected the soles of her feet. She could see the imprints of where the seams of her socks had pressed into her skin, the skin a soft red colour. The ache had settled deep into her bones and to be free of their confinement was a relief.

Lyris glanced at Solas again. She was starting to wonder if he really hadn’t noticed her at all, or if he was ignoring her entirely to read his book. It was time to find out. She lifted her legs and let her feet drop into his lap, stretching out languidly across the sofa and letting the tension in her muscles leak out as the plush material took her weight. She let out an inadvertent sigh, which was followed closely by a small chuckle.

“I take it you have been busy, ma vhenan,” Solas said quietly. He was looking at her now, a faint look of amusement in his eyes. Lyris groaned at the thought.

“That’s an understatement,” she muttered. “Remind me why we keep nobles around again?”

“We need their support. They have influence that is useful for the Inquisition.”

“Okay, but why do they need to complain about everything? Can’t they see we’ve got bigger problems that have me running around enough?” She prodded his stomach lightly with her toe, as though hoping he might take the hint.

“It is the same as it has always been vhenan,” he noted, shrugging lightly, placing a hand to her ankle and running it along her calf as he set the tome to one side. “Costumes may change, but the complaints of nobility never do. They must have the best and cannot understand why anything but their comfort is of the highest priority.”

Lyris grunted, rolling her eyes, prodding his stomach with her toe again. He seemed to have figured out what she wanted, but was teasing her first, his hand settling on her knee and squeezing it gently. She prodded him again, slightly harder this time.

Solas chuckled, running a long finger down the sole of her foot. She squirmed slightly, her feet being very sensitive. It was a secret she kept, for fear of it being used against her. But nothing got by Solas and he smiled slightly. “What is wrong vhenan?”

“Nothing,” she said, perhaps a little too quickly. He noticed and his eyes gained a dangerous gleam. Before she could pull her feet away in time, the hand that had been resting on her knee seized her ankle and his free hand immediately began to tickle her foot. A loud squeal of laughter erupted from her mouth as she tried to rip herself free, but Solas had a surprisingly strong grip and continued tickling her foot. “S-SOLAS! STOP- HAHAHAHAHA! STOP IT!”

“What’s the matter vhenan? Is this not what you wanted?” He asked politely, pinning her other, kicking foot with his leg, using his weight to stop her getting away as his hands began to tickle her sides. Her squirming worsened as she tried harder to kick him away. “I would not have thought the Inquisitor to be so ticklish.”

Her face burnt so vividly red, one could fry an egg with it. She struggled harder as his fingers slid under her arms and her laughter only grew louder.

“GET. OFF. IT!” One of her feet freed itself and kicked him in the stomach. Hard. With an ‘oomph!’ Solas moved back, releasing her. For a moment, they sat at opposite ends of the sofa, breathing hard – Lyris from her involuntary laughter and shouting and Solas from her having winded him. A noticeable awkwardness settled between them as Lyris glared at him, her face as scarlet as her hair, her feet drawn beneath her in case he went for them again.

After a few moments, Solas spoke: “Ir abelas ma vhenan. It was only supposed to be harmless fun.”

“I hate being tickled,” Lyris replied bluntly. “Rydel was a monster for that when we were children. He was awful.”

“Indeed? Apologies – if I had known, I would not have done it.”

“Well now you know.”

Silence fell again for a moment before Lyris sidled up to him and wrapped her arms around one of his. Her eyes flashed with mischief that was mirrored in her smile. “You know what this means?”

Immediately alarm bells went off in Solas’ head and he dreaded to ask. “What, vhenan?”

“This is the part where I get back at you.” She was on top of him before he could even move to run, knees straddling him and she went immediately for his stomach, drawing out laughter no one would have believed the elf capable of otherwise, his face bright red and a stray tear escaping his eye as he tried vainly to remove Lyris from him. Her hands moved down to his hips, slipping under his shirt and tickling his bare skin, which seemed to only make things worse for the hahren. He wriggled and squirmed, trying to push her away.

"What’s the matter, hahren? It’s only harmless fun-! Hmph!"

Solas had reached up and crushed his lips to hers. He ran his hands through her hair, pulling her closer to him. Surprised, but not unpleased, Lyris allowed her hands to stray up his chest and resting there as she kissed back. One of his hands strayed away from her hair, running down her back and resting on her hip, holding her steady. The other trailed down her leg, long fingers stroking the inside of her thigh and eliciting a small noise of need from her.

“Might I advise that the pair of you get a room?” A voice called from the upper floor, shocking both elves into breaking apart and looking up at the speaker. Dorian was leaning over the railing, grinning dirtily at them. “I certainly don’t mind the show, though I doubt Rydel would be thrilled to find his little sister and her lover making passionate love where anyone could easily see them. But if that doesn’t bother either of you, by all means continue – it’s been dreadfully boring around here lately as it is.”

It wasn’t until he was going to bed did Dorian discovered that, somehow, a strange white powder found its way into his night clothes and left him scratching incessantly for no less than a week.

Hey everyone! Since I just recently hit 5,000 followers I thought it would be fun to do another tumblr awards! I’m gonna try to keep the amount of winners to 2 per category but knowing me it’ll probably be more lol. Banner credit goes to Dev poorbf


  • Best URL (2)

  • Best Theme (2)
  • Best Original Posts (2)
  • Best Non-Humor Blogs (I’ll split these into sub categories if enough people reblog. Aesthetic, Photo, Health, etc)(2+)
  • Hottest People (2)
  • Nicest Bloggers (2)
  • Best Rising Blogger**** (2)
  • Best Overall (2)
  • Grand Supreme (1)

****Must have less than 250 followers for the rising blogger. Submit a screenshot of your follower count to be considered. I thought this would be cool bc I feel like sometimes the smaller blogs go unnoticed in these awards and idk I just thought it would be a fun addition.


  • Must be following meI’ll check fam

  • Must reblog this post, likes are only counted as bookmarks
  • Must reblog ON OR BEFORE MARCH 21st
  • I’ll post the winners either on the 22nd or the 23rd


  • Put Your Records On
  • anonymous-scapegoat
  • Covers

Hellou! Covered “Put Your Records On” by Corinne Bailey Ray today (and it’s nowhere near as good as the original, of course, but I can dream). Just a heads up, I found during my numerous quality checks read: relistening to this until I hate it and don’t understand why I’ve ever sung ever I found that the quality’s a lot better with earbuds. Without, the s’s sound really staticky and stuff. But anyway… Enjoy!?

Karaoke: (x)

#21 You Surprise Him With A Piercing (LUKE/4)

REQUEST: You surpriseluke by getting a piercing ?


You grinned as you walked into your house, excited to show Luke your new surprise. He was sitting on the couch watching some tv show, but paying more attention to his phone. When he noticed you, he looked up and stood up to hug you.

"Hey babe," he said, kissing you on the cheek. "How was lunch?"

"Fun. (Y/F/N) decided to get a piercing," you said sowly. Luke sat back down on the couch pulling you with him and rested his arm over your shoulder.

"Really? Where?" he questioned.

"Her nose. She, uh, convinced me to get one too," you said and he looked at you, studying your face, but didn’t see any piercing.

"What? Where did you get it?"

You stood up and lifted your shirt up high enough so he could see the metal glittering on your bellybutton. His eyes widened and he pulled you closer so his face was lined up with your navel. “That’s really hot babe,” he said, smiling up at you. He kissed above it and below it, your hands finding there way into his hair. He slowly pulled you onto his lap so your knees were on either side of his. His hands rested on your butt as he continued to kiss your stomach. 

"I really like, (Y/N)," he said softly against your heated skin.




Hey guys! Here is a comfy outfits lookbook I filmed :) I love all these outfits because they are super comfortable and cute (at least I think so). What do you think? 

(watch in HD please)


Mihari here again to say OH BOY, the thing that every fandom of something with a child character is notorious for! BASHING ON SAID CHILD CHARACTER FOR BEING A CHILD. Let’s begin the defense for Persona 4’s precious little cinnamon bun, shall we?

A small warning, also, because THERE WILL BE SPOILERS FOR LATER IN THE STORY.

  • Whiny and annoying

Let me get this right, Nanako bottles up her feelings and THAT makes her whiny/annoying? She typically keeps quiet about how sad and lonely she is to not worry her dad who already has enough on his plate with constantly working around the clock because SOMEONE decided “Hey you know what would be FUN? Starting a string of serial killings by throwing people into televisions.” and already had to work a lot before the serial killings because a detectives job can be very demanding. Before the protagonist showed up to live with them she spent most of her day alone, doing chores her mom isn’t around to do, and judging by the way tings happen in the game she probably doesn’t have a lot of friends either. Nanako isn’t even a teenager yet and all of this is being pushed on her and she is CHOOSING to “suck it up” and bottle away her feelings which is extremely unhealthy. She is very far from whiny.

  • Too sweet and innocent.

SHE IS NOT EVEN TEN YEARS OLD. Most children raised by a normal family don’t know much about the evils of the outside world when they’re six/seven, not every character has to have a cold and brooding personality that most people find even more annoying. The fact that she can be so kind after losing her mother, spending a time quietly convinced that her father doesnt love her, being kidnapped and taken into the TV world, and DYING/COMING BACK TO LIFE is nothing short of amazing. Nanako shows an incredible amount of strength for someone who’s six or seven, more strength than I can say many people on this website have.

All ya’ll could learn a thing or two from this “whiny, annoying six year old that’s too nice”

Hey you. Yeah, you. Here’s a little fun fact. Every single person’s heartbeat sounds different. Unique. Special. And they’re all just as beautiful as you are, which is a lot. So don’t silence one of the most unique, beautiful sounds in the world. Keep going, because you’re special. Don’t let anyone tell you otherwise.

To the anti fat blogs that have recently started following me:

Hey! How you doing? I hope making fun of me because I refuse to hate myself while losing weight brings you deep and satisfying joy. I’m going to keep losing weight, and you’re going to keep being an asshole. 

To anyone who wants to start shit: Sure, why not. All it ever does is get me more reblogs and followers, so go ahead. I’m sure you think it makes me cry buttery tears into my ice cream, but I’m not really about that life, thanks. So kindly go self fornicate or find something better to do. 

Doing all this studying for all these different jobs skills test, makes me realize how much i enjoy math.

Then it also frustrates me because wtf am i doing with my career life. 

When i left home at like 18-19 I really thought by like 26 Id be well on a career path, and now like everyday is real confusing.

Hey but man its fun brushing up my math skills. Especially for this CAST test where all the math has to be done by hand. I feel like I can tell a calculator to suck my brains dick right now.

another context-free minirant

hey, here’s a fun tip: if you want to apologize for being shitty, maybe don’t tack on a bunch of crap about how much this situation is stressing you out. like if you have some context that alters the meaning/implications of your shitty statements then yes, i want to hear it, but that’s all the additional info i need. explanation, clarification, apology—that’s it. you can spare me the manipulative bs.

(well, if you’re getting harassment from my friends/followers, you can tell me that too, and if it’s genuine harassment i’ll go talk to them or make a general post about it, but that’s the only exception.)

anonymous asked:

Hey, do you know any fun/interesting apps to play? Thanks :)

Yea, i found this 4 amazing apps/games which you should definitely check out:

1. Product Madness - you can play this game on fb and it will give you pretty realistic Las Vegas experience with slot machines for FREE. Check it here

2. Sobrr - it’s a great new platform where you can share pictures and meet many great people. It’s like a combination of instagram and snapchat and many celebrities who joined it described it as the ”next big thing”! Check it here

3. Game of War - Fire Age - i find this game even better than Clash of Clans. You can not only play, but chat with millions of people all around the world!:) You can train armies and lead them to battles, and also team up and join forces with your friends to defeat your enemies. Download it here for android / ios and enjoy!:)

4. Chrono Wars - this one is a best new MMORPG on fb. I love the animation and graphic which I find pretty important, and I’m pretty much losing sleep on it, even if I’m not a ‘gamer’ type of a person, so give it a check here c:

pianoangelic asked:

Hey! A concert sounds like fun! I'm sorry about your mom though. Wearing a dress for an entire concert isn't fun >.>

Sometimes I really want to rant about a ton of shit to her.

But I was a total bitch, I put on a suit and walked up to her and asked,

"Hey, mum? Look at me. Imagine if I was a guy. Do you think this guy should go to a concert wearing a full-blown suit and tie, with buckled shoes, like he’s going to a business meeting?"

"Uh, no, of course not."

"Then why the fuck are you expecting me to wear a fancy, skintight cocktail dress."

Haha, stumped her.

I’m wearing my favourite sweater now.

anonymous asked:

so I just found your blog, and tbh you're pretty fucking pathetic. ---hey anon hate group, can i join you? this will be fun...

Please. Join in. I’m sure they’ll welcome you.

ok my mom went out with her friends last night and this morning we were eating breakfast and my brother was like “hey mum did you have fun with your gal pals” and i literally put down my pancake and stared straight ahead for like 5 minutes i can’t believe