There are two little details here when Solas presents Skyhold to the Inquisitor.
When he comes in the shot from behind the Inquisitor, his expression changes swiftly to a smile as he makes eye contact with them. Because it changes so quickly, I was under the assumption that he was smirking, like a right bastard. Instead, it’s actually a grimace, and I was actually more interested in that look than the one I initially perceived.
When I thought he was smirking, I thought it was just another mark of arrogance. “You are welcome for the castle Inquisitor. See that you look after it; I’m giving it to you on loan after all.” I didn’t count for the irritated look when it finally came into view. It could be from the steep climb up the mountain to get to see it, so he could be winded, but it also looks…pensive, like he doesn’t want to go there again, like he’d really rather not let the Inquisition stay there or by extension return to the fortress.
By extension, watching his friendly smile melt back into his focused, normal expression probably doesn’t hold much wait. He’s smiling to put on a show, of course, though it’s interesting that he bothers with looking pleasant at all. He isn’t scowling after them, or upset, that’s simply his neutral expression. It’s interesting that he would bother being the happy helper in this case when, honestly, I’m not convinced it was necessary.
Either way, giving and old fortress you’ve been in before to a new order would be nerve-wracking to anyone.
Imperial Problem Child-verse. When asked why he looks so pensive, Luke goes, "My family history is WEIRD, guys. Even ignoring the whole Jedi-turned-Sith Lord thing. It's seriously weird."
“My father is a half-human, half-mystical-energy-field Jedi turned Sithlord. My mother was a queen-turned-senator who was pretty much down to fight everything if provoked.”
“Like the Princess?”
“Exactly like the Princess. And apparently I have cousins on her side who may or may not have similar temperaments. And Grandparents.” Luke throws up his hands. “Are there any other familial “surprises” anyone wants to throw at me?”
(The ghost of Obi-wan coughs discreetly with an apologetic look)
He always likes watching her. Not in a creepy way, just in a slightly disbelieving, is-she-really-still-here kind of way. From his usual vantage point in the tree abutting her window, he studies how she pulls her hair, a deep, fertile brown, into a messy bun behind her head with practiced ease. It’s a movement he’s seen often enough around Kofuku’s place when she’s getting ready to help them clean, or right before she rolls up her sleeves to help Daikoku cook. He commits it to memory because it’s also a movement he’ll never see again.
Somehow he never gets to observe her for long, and he sees her stiffen inside before turning on a heel to come throw open the window and whisper-yell, “Yato, I know you’re there! Stop hanging around like a stray cat and come say hi, sheesh.”
That’s his cue. Standing tiredly, he offers her a weak smile before swinging through the window and getting hit with the overwhelming presence of her smell. It drenches her room, that subtle citrus, and it feels so much like home that he’s not sure he can do what he came here for.
“Yato, are you okay? You seem…a bit out of it.” Magenta eyes peer up at him worriedly, and he reaches back to scratch his neck before replying, “No, I’m uh, I’m fine. Just had a little, um, fight with Yukine. Nothing major.” He’s always had trouble lying when it looks like she can gaze into his soul.
She frowns. “Oh, that’s no good. Will he be stopping by, too? Maybe I can help you two work it out.”
Deep breaths. Keep it together. “Yeah, he’ll actually be coming by in just a little bit. Tenjin needed his help finishing some chores.” Maybe one day he’ll be able to forgive himself for these small lies to her. Surely they pale in comparison to the mountain of pain he’s caused her.
“It’s just that, you know, in all kinds of media vampires are portrayed as all sexy and everything… but that’s not really a thing, is it?”
Raphael shrugged. “You’re asking the wrong person. I’ve never been interested in sex, not even when I was a mundane.”
“Oh.” Simon shrugged. “Fair enough! So, are you asexual, or just…”
“Asexual?” Raphael said the word like it sounded foreign, with a confused frown on his face. “You mean like in biology–”
“Oh, no! Not the plant thing. Asexual just means that they don’t experience sexual attraction. I read some things about it too when I was questioning my own identity… But turns out I’m pan, not ace. Still great, too! Neither of those are really known by a lot of people. You should look into it, if you feel like it might fit you.”
Raphael looked pensive. “I might. Thank you, Simon.” He hesitated. “So… is there a word if I’m also not interested in romance?”
Simon nodded enthusiastically. “Of course! That one is called aromantic. They sometimes go together, but not always. Here, let me just pull up a website for you…”
Somewhere in a living room, a viewer stared at the screen in surprise. “Oh, that sounds like me! I’ve never wanted to have sex or romance either! I thought I was the only one… There’s really a word for it?” They quickly opened Google on their phone. “Asexual and aromantic… I should look into it, too!”
And they all lived happily ever after, because asexuality and aromanticism were properly acknowledged and explained so questioning people can actually recognise themselves. Also, Simon is pan.
The ride up the path was a quiet one. The wind whispered quietly against shuffling pines as your mount’s steps and the cart’s creaking wheels echoed through the small canyons. You took a deep breath of the cool air and pulled your cloak around you. Despite your R&R the night before with the prince, your body still painfully ached.
You had been going non-stop for weeks, making your way across Hyrule and back again. Each step your mount took seemed to worsen the feeling. To help the time pass you went back to thinking of Sidon, trying to pick together what you had done the night before.
I’m so glad I’ve added more Thor work to my repertoire. He’s such a big ball of adorable and needed more of my attention. For… science. Science, yeah. So thank you, @crazyfangirl345, for your scientific contributions. Enjoy, my darlings!
Prompt: Could you do a Thor x reader where he loves the taste of your lip gloss and wants to kiss you a lot and the Avengers tease him. Thanks!
“The Smile On Your Face”
You peered at yourself in the mirror and adjusted the collar
of your shirt.
“It’s just dinner, babe. You’ll be fine.”
“Dinner with one of one of your biggest investors, Stark.” You sighed in
response, standing up straight and dusting off your blazer. “And if you call me
‘babe’ one more time, boss, I’ll break your fingers.”
“Alright. How’s sweetheart?” He sung, standing behind you
and folding his arms.
“It’s almost like you want me to hurt you.”
It was that moment before the sun
rose, coloring the edge of the visible world in warmth that you couldn’t yet
feel. You huddled into your jacket and waddle-ran your way to the edge of the
surf. Even those few steps measured the progress of the rising sun as it leapt
to break up the night.
Authors note: first fic whoop. Based off of my most popular headcanon and an ask on @phanfictioncatalogue that said we need more Phil with makeup fics. warnings: none (maybe a lil angst) Description: Phil is not only a popular funny YouTuber but on the side he runs a popular Instagram account all about makeup which has been getting some hate. Dan is a photographer and he really loves Phil.