#awkward first meeting

[wolpertingerprompts]

Ed works as a process server. You probably wouldn't be surprised to hear that most people aren't exactly happy to have Ed knocking on their door, since his presence usually coincides with the delivery of unpleasant news: (divorce petitions, court summons, eviction notices, etc.).

So imagine Ed's surprise when he's tasked with delivering divorce papers to one Stede Bonnet, only to have the man act excited at the news and invite Ed in for a drink to celebrate.

[mohntilyet]

veilguard spoilers regarding a josie romance. but can we talk about the letter josie sends to a romanced inquisitor because. i’m sorry. fucking losing my mind at the fact that the inquisitor and josephine are close enough friends with the guy the inquisitor duels in her romance to be invited to meet his third child. implying they’ve been invited to the other two. at a baby shower and getting introduced as the one who dueled the baby’s father because he was trying to steal your girl. antivan romances insane.

NO LITERALLLYYYYY. AND HE’S AN IN LAW. ITS TOO FUNNY. i cannot imagine how they met and how yvette probably was like “teehee…. the man that my sister spurned…. has fallen in love with ME!” and the best/worst part is that ortranto really has. i like to think of them running around with each other and secretly meeting as though their families actually hate each other (they really don’t lol) . the ortrantos would probably be delighted to have their son actually marry a montilyet like they wanted, even better that they’re actually in love and it’s not arranged!

i have this image of josie going like “you can’t marry him. is this a joke, because it’s not funny. i almost embarrassed him! the only reason the ortrantos do not hate us is because he is a very kind man who saw that i was in love with the inquisitor! ….yes i suppose a very kind man like that could love you…….. yes of course i want you to be happy…… yvette gabrielle montilyet, i fear you are not hearing what i’m saying— DON’T SAY YOU ARE ALREADY AN ORTRANTO. DID YOU ELOPE? ah okay. don’t do that. i said don’t do that. yvette come back and listen to me” etc etc

of course i must believe that there was a big scene caused (once again) by a montilyet and ortranto that ends with lord ortranto making a speech where the publicly declares his love for yvette in front of all of antiva city to see and hear. so there’s no backing out from this one. in my mind there’s a rehash of the big “BECAUSE I LOVE HER!” (ortranto, desperate but genuine), “you do?” (completely aghast josie who has somehow missed the fact her sister has been giggling even more than usual), plus an “OF COURSE HE DOES!” (a thrilled yvette) that reminds josie so fondly of her own love story that she's immediately relaxed (and suddenly accepting) about this whole thing <3

[pyotrkochetkov]

Martin Nečas and Andrei Svechnikov meet for the first time

[whatevertheywant]

Fiyero: Mother,Father,this is my girlfriend,Ga-

Lady Tigelaar: Oh,dearie,we know exactly who you are!

Galinda: :D

Lord Tigelaar: Fiyero's told us all about you,Miss Elphaba

Galinda: 🤬

......

Galinda: Momsie! Popsicle! Come meet my-

Popsicle: Why-you're not green at all!

Fiyero: Come again?

Galinda: Popsicle,that isn't-

Momsie: I'm sorry,we were just told that...not important! So what are your pronouns...Elphaba,is it?

Fiyero: ...

[al4st0r-th3-altru1st]

I love the idea of Vaggie and Lucifer bonding over their love for Charlie and becoming friends. Also maybe Lucifer would make a rubber duck that looks like Vaggie

[withered-owll]

“First Meeting”

Wukong meeting his daughter for the first time after Mac got kidnapped by the ‘Mayor’ and LBD.

Liling managed to escape and find Red Son, who was at the time with MK and Mei. They were all surprised to see her all alone and tried to calm her down to try and understand what exactly happened. When she finally calmed down and told them about Macaque’s kidnapping, guess who decided to visit the neighborhood? :D

[braxix]

Gil-Galad: So, uh, do you want waffles?

Elrond: Uh, sure.

[thisantithesis]

ironwood arc you mean so much to me

[chirpsythismorning]

Yeah there’s gonna be plenty of little details in s5 confirming byler, but there’s one thing in particular that I feel like would be too hilarious to pass up on…

[sofieartz]

[ AFK Journey Fanart ]

I've been slowly making my way through Song of Strive through the Peaks of Time (I currently just entered the Crimson Highland), and I've officially adopted these two as my mine.

[chaoswarfare]

do x dc prompts #30

Jason has been reaching out on a dating site. his life is in more order than it has been in a very long time, and he decided to start dating again. and a dating app for ‘ghosts’ definitely fits.

Dani had set up Danny on the app as a prank. He really hadn’t meant to scroll profiles that long, really. a single profile caught his attention before he could swipe past it. something about this one just drew him in, and before he could second guess himself, he swiped right.

[you have one match!]

[aventurineswife]

Keep sending them in yeah? 👀

Well then

Hcs for.....Mortefi 😏 first meet, confession, first date, dating in general

-Smooch Anon 💋

Mortefi HCs

A/N: YOU SLY SMOOCHER!! 🤭

First Meet:

You first meet Mortefi in Huaxu Academy, where you were assigned as his assistant in the Tacetite Weaponry department. Initially, Mortefi seemed irritated by having to work with anyone at all, preferring solitude and efficiency over companionship.

He was distant and rather cold, his attention rarely deviating from his work. But you noticed the subtle way his eyes would flicker to you when you spoke, showing a faint curiosity despite his serious demeanor.

It took time for him to warm up, but your dedication and genuine interest in his work slowly broke down some of his walls. Mortefi was impressed by your patience and intelligence, and over time, he grew to enjoy your presence—even if he was reluctant to admit it.

Mortefi found himself intrigued by the way you challenged him intellectually, often sparking passionate debates about his designs. He realized that he admired your mind as much as he respected your skills.

Confession:

Mortefi struggled with expressing his feelings. To him, emotions were weaknesses, so he tried to ignore the budding affection he felt for you, convincing himself it was nothing more than a distraction.

However, the more he suppressed his feelings, the more they grew, and he eventually reached a point where he could no longer deny them. His confession was blunt and straightforward; he didn’t see a need for grand gestures.

In a rare moment of vulnerability, he approached you after a long day in the lab, nervously fiddling with a small invention in his hand as he admitted, “You’ve become…important to me.” He hesitated, visibly uncomfortable, but his sincerity shone through.

Although he couldn’t articulate his feelings perfectly, his quiet admission held a depth of emotion that surprised even him. It was clear he had chosen you carefully, and once he confessed, he was fully committed to the relationship.

First Date:

For your first date, Mortefi opted for a private setting away from prying eyes. He arranged a quiet dinner at his residence, cooking a meal himself to avoid the formalities of a public setting and focus solely on you.

While the dinner itself was rather simple, Mortefi made an effort to tailor it to your tastes, having discreetly taken note of your preferences over time. He wasn’t used to these gestures, and it was endearing to see him try.

Conversation was hesitant at first, but he gradually opened up, sharing stories of his childhood and discussing his passion for inventing Tacetite technology. For Mortefi, it was a significant step, and he found himself genuinely enjoying your company without his usual guarded demeanor.

As the night went on, Mortefi’s stiff demeanor softened, and he even managed a small, genuine smile when he saw how happy you were. He was still somewhat formal, but there was warmth in his actions that revealed his growing affection for you.

Dating in General:

Mortefi is a devoted and fiercely loyal partner, but he can come off as overly serious and intense. His affection is often expressed through subtle actions rather than words. He might craft a small gadget for you or improve something you use daily—silent ways of showing he cares.

While he’s not the type to be openly affectionate, Mortefi is surprisingly attentive. He remembers every small detail you mention, from your favorite book to a passing comment about needing a particular tool, and he makes sure to take care of these things without you even asking.

Mortefi is protective and might come off as a bit possessive. He’s cautious around others when it comes to you, not out of jealousy but a genuine concern for your well-being. If anyone so much as looks at you the wrong way, Mortefi’s gaze alone is enough to send them away.

Although he struggles with expressing emotions verbally, Mortefi learns to show his love through acts of service and quality time, prioritizing you in his usually busy schedule. Small gestures—like a warm cup of tea left on your desk or a small, handmade trinket—are his way of reminding you that you’re always in his thoughts.

Over time, Mortefi opens up more, allowing himself to share his insecurities and his dreams. His usually stoic exterior softens with you, and he learns to embrace the vulnerability that comes with being in love.

[espighty]

In celebration of the new update and new bishop content, allow me to share the first part of the fic I'm working on.

It takes place a bit after "Surely He Isn't That One-Note", and this section starts out immediately after Lamb wins the purgatory battle against Kallamar. I have yet to actually decide if Lamb was able to reason with him like they planned to, but this section will play out the same way no matter what route I decide on.

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The Lamb immediately starts scanning the shivering, tangled mass of limbs in front of them, making mental notes of the wounds that need to be taken care of. They tentatively approach, so distracted by their checklist and the conversation they’ve planned out that they miss when Kallamar’s hand dips down into the ink pooled underneath him.

With a sharp, calculated flick of his wrist, The Lamb is blinded. They bleat in surprise, grabbing part of their cloak to wipe it away. Kallamar scrambles to stand, and his hand finds something sharp on the way up. It’s so marred by time and gore that he isn't sure what it used to be. Glass, crystal, weapon? It doesn't matter. He holds onto it so tightly that it hurts him, cutting into his palm and the long webbing between his fingers. The Lamb is saying something in between their pained hisses, but Kallamar can’t be bothered to listen to anything over the panicked thoughts jumbling through his head and the rush of adrenaline in his veins. With the speed and strength of a cornered animal, he jabs the fragment into The Lamb’s thigh. They double over. Kallamar tries to pull it back out, not to stab again but to have some means of defense, but the edge slides through the gash in his hand again and he deems it a lost cause. The Lamb blindly scrabbles to grip his wrist, but Kallamar easily twists himself out of their grasp. He shoves them aside and bolts out of the temple.

Outside is dark. The columns lining the path are crumbling, the crystal lanterns that adorned them long shattered. The ground is littered with shallow, long-stagnant puddles of dirty water and ichor and who knows what else. The air is dry, unnaturally so, a testament to how dilapidated and hellish his haven had become. One minute in and Kallamar can’t run anymore. He desperately wants to, he’d run until his heart burst if it meant getting out of this, but he just can’t. He had forgotten just how pathetic his mortal body was, he had forgotten just how much he hated it. Exhausted and desperate, he curls up behind a pillar, hoping against hope that The Lamb will just leave. They've stepped out of the temple by now, and again they’re yelling out something to him, but the exacts are drowned out by the rasping of his own gills. Kallamar realizes now just how dry his temple was, how dehydrated he is. Each breath feels like sandpaper scraping through his insides, he’s barely getting enough air to think straight, and if he doesn’t manage to quiet his breathing right now The Lamb will find him. Instinct and desperation take full control as his hand darts toward the nearest puddle, scooping up liquid that feels far too heavy and drips down his fingers far too slow. The moment the liquid makes contact with his gills, Kallamar starts spasming, his body expelling the mud and ichor cocktail with harsh, grating exhales. He’s made it so much worse, he’s so much louder now and he knows The Lamb can hear him. He can see the bright crimson light of the red crown creeping across the ground, stretching closer and closer. He’s going to die, he’s going to die and he isn’t even sure if it’ll be The Lamb that kills him or the sludge still dripping from his gills. His vision swims. The red light of death, his past and future murderer, looms from above.

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With how easily the battle with Kallamar went, Lamb had thought the rest of the process would be just as simple. The stab wound in their leg and the ink (they have to keep reminding themselves that ink is not squid pee, but it still feels so gross) still burning their eyes argued otherwise. Kallamar wasn’t doing much better though. Through the red light of the crown, the squid was an absolute mess. He was curled back against the pillar, shuddering through forceful, painful sounding exhales through his gills. Tears streaked down his face as he stared wide-eyed up at Lamb. Ichor was starting to bead at his torn ears, and the slice in his palm smeared black wherever he touched.

Since everything had gone so awry, Lamb had pretty much forgotten their entire speech, and thus didn’t quite know what to say at this point. Kallamar found his voice a bit faster.

(((That's all I want to share for now)))

[ddagent]

Sergei Orestovich Nikulov. Margo Madison.

[crayonturtle]

working out at someone

[deus-ex-mona]

when the slowburn makes the ship extra cute~~~