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“Just….”
“I would stop that if I were you. Just saying.”
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“I….. you….”
“Just….”
“I would stop that if I were you. Just saying.”
“What’s wrong Ellanie? Too much charm and sass for you? Or is it not the sass at all? I think.. it just makes you... a very very wet lady” ;DDD
The unwelcome morning sun crept through the door of their tent, forcing Ellanie to bury her face in the chest of the sleeping form wrapped around her. She could be sleeping miles away on the other side of Thedas and somehow, someway she’d wake up with Toulius wrapped as tightly around her as he could manage.
Not that she was complaining, of course. The nights were getting cold and he was a better blanket then any fur could be… and significantly better company.
Furs however, didn’t stop every 10 minutes to put flowers they find by the roadside.
Or provide helpful advice like “Blood mixed with mud would probably be a very effective moisturizer.”
Or stop in the middle of battle to call you his queen and tell you how pretty you were.
Or a lot of other strange things.
But even after years and years of putting up with all that and more comments about how nice her butt was then she could count… there was no one else but the elf clutching her to him.
No. She wouldn’t exchange having the life squeezed out of her in the middle of the night for the world.
And I did one of these musical selfies for Toulius too! I used his DAI face because it looked the most realistic.
"Ah, I didn’t know they um…the orphanages, took Elven children." he cocked his head to the side.
"Mm, Oui, I am from Orlais. My name is Reilin." he answered, playing with his hair as he continued to soak, all too comfortable to move from the tub as he watched Toulius’s ears twitch, "Are you cold?" he asked.
Toulius blinked "I.. guess it was unusual that they took me in. I always figured that our matron was a kindly lady. She didn't seem to like me much when she found out about my magic though. Though granted no one did. Besides the girl I had a crush on. She just became afraid of me," he sighed wistfully "She had the most beautiful curly blonde locks," he eyed Reilin's hair "Not as curly as yours certainly. You have lovely hair."
"Reilin," he exclaimed, trying the name out on his tongue "Very pretty," he said, sipping his tea, eyes now fixed on the man in front of him. "Hm, I'm all right honey. They twitch sometimes like that when I get a chill."
"You're quite the handsome young fellow. How old are you, Reilin?"
The young man shifted in visible discomfort. While he usually had no problem with anything that stroked his ego, this was just… too much for him right now. Too direct for his tastes. “Caius,” he shot out the first name that came to his mind. His friend back in Tevinter surely would not mind a little identity theft.
Toulius thought for a moment "Caius, hm? Sounds like a familiar tongue but not quite Ferelden. Where are you from, my dear?"
Reilin made a little noise, he’d been completely entranced by the touching and had to be snapped out of it when the other stopped. He let the elf stop and grab his tea though, sinking back into the tub to continue washing himself. “So…where are you from?” he asked.
"Oh me?" Toulius asked, taking a sip of his tea it wasn't an actual question, he knew Reilin was talking to him. "Well I lived in the orphanage in Denerim until I was 6 than I moved to the Ferelden tower. I don't know where my parents were from but i'd say I was Ferelden."
He took another sip of his tea before raising a brow "And where are you from, honey? By your accent i'd say you came straight from the heart of Orlais," he smirked, amused at his own joke. His ears began to twitch slightly as goosebumps came over his skin, the steam from the bath was both warming and making the parts not covered by water cold "I didn't catch your name either, my dear, my apologies for that."
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He smiled “No, I suppose not many elves are wealthy enough to pay for services,” he sighed, moving closer to Reilin and kissing him on the chest, his eyes playful and that strange twinkle returning to them. He rubbed his hands up Reilin’s thighs, they felt hot and calming.
...
"Without charge?" Toulius chuckled "I suppose 5 gold coins were only to get you up here," he laughed. "I wouldn't mind paying more honestly. You're /quite/ worth it," he continued to rub his hands up Reilin's thighs, looking him over.
"You're quite interesting," he said, running a finger under Reilin's chin "I'm sorry. I'm being rude," he said suddenly, sitting back and reaching out of the tub to grab his tea.
Reilin chuckled and stretched out a bit. What an interesting fellow. “I don’t actually. I don’t see too many people that aren’t just humans. I’ve had an influx of Qunari recently though…” t
He smiled "No, I suppose not many elves are wealthy enough to pay for services," he sighed, moving closer to Reilin and kissing him on the chest, his eyes playful and that strange twinkle returning to them. He rubbed his hands up Reilin's thighs, they felt hot and calming.
There was a short nod from Reilin. “So…why did you come into the Rose anyway?” he asked, “Surely not just to ogle people?” he asked.
Toulius chuckled "I did actually. That and they serve tea here," he smiled at Reilin as he stretched out. "I do enjoy seeing the sights. Not just people. I enjoy traveling."
"So tell me," he said "Do you often get elves as your customers?"
"Bet you didn’t think you’d come for tea and end up in the bath with a prostitute." he chuckled quietly, smiling once again as he offered the other the oils for his hair. They smelled of roses and not the usual peppermint he always used.
Toulius laughed cheerily "Anything is possible you know," he said he nodded in thanks when Reilin offered him the oils "Thank you," he opened the cork and began to run it through his hair, smelling it curiously.
Reilin knew better than to ask (or stare) about scars. He noted them though as he began to fill up the tub with warm water. As the tub filled he slipped out of his skirts and shirt and tossed them aside before slipping in with a delighted groan. Oh how the mage delighted in the warm water on his aching…well everything.
Slowly Reilin sunk into the water up to his eyes, just sitting there quietly as he tried to keep himself awake. He let out a low hum before he finally sat up and reached for his oils around the tub and began to comb them through his hair, motioning for the other to join him in the warm bath.
Toulius watched the other mage, secretly spying on his ass as he turned around. He hopped in the tub with Reilin when he motioned for him to join him. His black hair sitting on top of the water and floating near him.
He watched Reilin silently as he brushed his hair. Shiny brown eyes appearing curious about his companion.
Reilin began to remove his clothes, “Do you mind?” he asked, not wanting to just strip to take a bath in front of the other man if he had any qualms about seeing him naked, “I mean um…the bathtub is big enough for two if you’d like to join me?” he offered.
Toulius shook his head "Not at all, honey. Strip away," he chuckled. Oh my my, and he was getting a show.
"Hm," Toulius said standing as if he was actually thinking the question over. "Sure, I guess," he drew closer to Reilin, undoing his buttons and slipping off his shoulder cape, then his robes, then his under shirt until his chest was revealed. He was thin and lanky, completely hairless, and seemingly not a mark, freckle, or scratch on him.
When he took off his pants and underwear however there was a rather plentiful number of scars that littered his hips. Some long and deep and some thin and jagged. They all looked meticulous though, going in the same direction over his hip bones. They looked very old. The elven man didn't even take heed to them as he slipped his underwear off from around his ankles. Having absolutely no shame in stripping right down where he was.
The mention of blood magic had Reilin almost visibly bristling. He couldn’t imagine using his magic to harm anybody but he knew it was a helpful tool for doing a job just like anything else. He pulled his shawl around himself and licked at his lips as he continued to listen, “I-oh, I feel fine, I’m just very tired.” he explained, “I’ve been up the better part of two days and…well, honestly I’d like a bath, I’m starting to feel gross.”.
"Hm," Toulius purred, sipping his tea as his eyes washed over Reilin's body "Okay," he said in a creepy sing song way before he sat back down.
He leaned against the wall, pouring himself another cup of tea and quietly glancing around the room, spotting Reilin's books.
In one moment, he had been standing with a friend of his in a middle-class tavern, the next moment he was addressed by a stranger who spoke in just far too familial manner to him. The young mage blinked, confused at such an openness. “I advise to restrain from touching my hair or any other part of me without permission,” he warned with a surprising amount of politeness
"Oh-" Toulius said "Well since you asked so politely, honey," he said winking at him. "I shall simply feast upon you with my eyes," he smirked. "So what's your name, cutie pie?"
"If I’m in bed with someone the last thing I think I would want to think about is food…" Camilla comments and hands him the book. "I mean really, I think it would kill the mood just a tiny bit."
"Hm, I don't know," Toulius says playfully "Some people are into food play. You know- whip cream, strawberries, chocolate."