#awkward otp

[tiny-librarian]

During the alarm for the life of the Queen, regret at not possessing an heir to the throne was not even thought of. The King himself was wholly occupied with the care of preserving an adored wife.

The Memoirs of Madame Campan

[louinette]

I love everyone's reactions "yeah we get it yall are trying to boink but can you shut up? we're in church!"

mean while their having their own version of 'dirty talk' aw sweet nerd babies.

The King is taking constructive steps towards consummating his marriage

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your OTP like this

[seeminglydark]

An exercise in facial expressions and also a tiny little behind the scenes comic that expands on John and Caro’s meetcute in my webcomic Seemingly Dark, but is also pretty cute on its own. All you need to know is they haven’t seen eachother in 7 years, Caro’s back in town, John is avoiding them cuz World Famous Celeb he has a crush on, until they get possessed and puke on him. He’s kind enough to take them back to his flat, clean them up and face the fact that there was a time this cute person was his highschool sweetheart.

✨And it’s a little bit awkward.✨ Read the original scene here on Webtoon or Read Mil-Liminal which is just about their romance and ghosts here!

Caro and Johnny are from my webcomics Seemingly Dark and Mil-Liminal!

[lunarharp]

more phoenix wright situations

[leaderpinhead]

Jamil - Modern Dating (For Awkward Couples)

Prompt: Claw

Yuu didn’t say anything, but Jamil caught her glancing at the crane machine in the corner several times. He had noticed the machine when they entered the small cafe near the wharf. He gave it just a cursory glance though, frowning at the oddly shaped green humanoid dolls inside the machine. 

The distraction of the machine was so obvious in their stilted conversation that Jamil finally sighed. “Do you want me to win you one of those ugly things?” 

Yuu’s eyes snapped to him. Her cheeks ballooned with a hint of red. “They’re not ugly. They’re cute little green aliens with their little antennas and space suits. Idia has a whole collection of them, but he refused to tell me where he got them.” 

Jamil almost frowned at the mention of another boy on their supposed “date.” “Knowing Idia, he likely bought the set online. I doubt he’s been off campus long enough to discover a random crane machine in a random cafe in Craneport.” 

Yuu’s eyes strayed back to the crane machine. Her whole body turned in the booth to make her staring less strenuous now that Jamil had called her out on the behavior. “I don’t know. He seems pretty confident with his crane machine skills. You know they have one in Ignihyde’s lounge.” 

Jamil lost the fight against his frown. “No, I did not know. Why would they have a crane machine in their lounge?” 

“They use it like a vending machine and put all their junk food in it. They have these little tokens they use to operate the machine.” 

“That sounds like a waste of resources.” 

“They say it’s a modern version of hunting. It takes a lot of precision and strategy to grab a tiny candy bar with the claw.” 

Jamil snorted. “I doubt it’s that difficult. They just want an excuse to avoid the other vending machines on campus.” 

Yuu sighed and turned back to the table. She picked at the napkin she had already torn apart. “You’re probably right. Idia says most crane machines are complete scams anyways. The average person can’t win any prizes because they don’t understand the weight distribution of the items versus the area of claw coverage. Definitely not something I could win.” 

Jamil rolled his eyes at the obvious bait. He had heard enough from Najma about the way she had manipulated the boys in her own grade to do her bidding. Jamil wouldn’t be so easily tricked 

Yuu slid out of the booth and headed to the crane machine. “I’m going to try anyways.” 

Jamil choked on the sip of water he had just taken. Struggling through a coughing fit, Jamil stumbled out of the booth to follow her. She was already stuffing her coins into the machine slot when he caught up to her. “Wait a minute! Don’t waste your money on this thing.” 

Yuu grabbed the machine’s joystick and placed her forehead directly against the glass. “I won’t be stopped, Jamil. The little green aliens call to me.” 

“That’s your weird fixations calling to you.” 

“They want to go home with me.” 

“I’m questioning why anyone would want to go home with you.” 

Yuu’s lips pursed as she focused on maneuvering the mechanical claw. Jamil sighed and leaned against the glass to watch her. The claw barely nudged one of the small toys on her first try. She was already putting more coins into the slot before the claw returned to its starting position. With each failed attempt, her pout became more pronounced, her cheeks ballooning a bit more and a deep crevice appearing between her brows. She mumbled quiet curses after the first few tries, alternating between cursing the machine and cursing “Idia’s big stupid flaming head.” The lighthearted music from the machine didn’t help, cheerfully dinging when an empty claw opened over the chute. 

Jamil silently watched. He waited for Yuu to admit defeat and turn to him for help. The longer she struggled, the more amused he became. Eventually, her supply of loose change came to an end, and she patted down all her pockets like she didn’t quite believe her lack of coins. She silently stared at the machine, tapping her fingertips against her thigh in a silent pattern. 

Jamil sighed and straightened from where he leaned against the machine. “Are you finished?” 

Yuu tapped her fingers a few more times before turning on her heel. “I can come back next weekend and try again.” 

“Next weekend?” 

“I should have my next round of allowance by then. If I budget right, I’ll have enough thaumarks left over after buying Grim’s tuna and a few other necessities to try again.” 

Jamil shook his head. “You could probably find each of these toys online for less than what you’ll waste on this machine.” 

Yuu pinned him with one of her deadpan stares. “I’m not about to let Idia beat me at survival.” 

Jamil’s eyelids drooped to match her stare. “This has nothing to do with Idia. You just want the toy." 

“I’ll save them all from their imprisonment.” 

Jamil shook his head and silently followed her back to the table. When Yuu excused herself to the restroom later, Jamil snuck over to the crane machine with the intention of winning one of the toys before she returned. He was on his third round when Yuu appeared at the side of the machine. He didn’t have a chance to be embarrassed when she pressed her face right up against the glass and pointed. “Move the claw a little to the right.” 

Jamil and Yuu spent the rest of their time at the crane machine, switching places between games to help guide the claw into the right position. Jamil frowned at his lighter coin purse while Yuu stared at the one alien trophy from their dozens of attempts. Before Jamil could make a snippy comment, she smiled and held the alien out to him. “He looks like an avocado, so I’m going to name him Cado.” 

Jamil refused to look her in the eye the entire bus ride back to the campus until he was absolutely sure the heat in his face had dissipated. 

[evenceflux18]

Wybie: Wow these dumplings taste so good!

Coraline: usually, Kubo said they're called "Siomai" like "shao mai"

Wybie: ohhhh, that word makes sense

Coraline: huh? The shao mai? Why is that?

Wybie: I "shao mai" love for you.

Coraline: .......

Wybie: eyyyyyyyyy cringy moments-

Coraline: *slowly accepting that his "jokes" is affecting her*

[kismetconstellations]

@sockdooe, I could genuinely write up multiple essays about how poorly a lot of the general relationship-building and maintaining is handled in this show.

There are some truly excellent, stand-out moments between the main cast and the aliens they encounter, like Shay and the Balmerans, and even Slav, and the main cast and the Holts, the Blades, and members of the Garrison.

Shiro and Pidge's older brother-little sister relationship in the early episodes will forever be dear to my heart,

to the point that I cherish even the crumbs we get in the final seasons.

The banter between Shiro and Allura in Collection and Extraction is top-notch.

Not to mention everything else about their relationship when it's acknowledged.

Shiro and Keith have their deep, abiding bond.

And Hunk has amazing moments with darned near everyone, because he's Hunk.

But, yes, so many inter-team and beyond relationships were established, just to be tossed away.

Where's the resolution for Lance's failed attempt to connect with Shiro in the Astral Plane? Why did Shiro start riding in the Green Lion with Pidge on the journey back to Earth after so much significance was given to the literally death-defying depths of his and Keith's devotion to each other? Why set up Acxa having a thing for Keith and Keith going out of his way to save her,

only to do nothing further with their relationship and later hint at a romance between Acxa and Veronica?

(Have a bonus really awkward closeup of Shiro from that episode, as if he isn't disrespected enough in this grueling nightmare of a season:

It looks like they tried to make him white.（πーπ) )

Shiro and Hunk barely talk to each other, despite being the support pillars of Voltron, and its voices of reason. You have two half-Galra main characters, and they- according to what I've read- never have a single conversation? But, we can do a poor man's recreation of Shiro's confrontation with Zarkon in the Astral Plane, only with Keith, this time, so it's "better" because it's one Galra Paladin calling out the other as unworthy, even though said Paladins have absolutely no prior history with or emotional connection to each other and have done nothing between them to earn this moment.

Why did the Real Shiro and Matt never interact with each other at all after Shiro sacrificed himself to save Matt's life?

The majority of this can be explained by the simple fact that somebody in charge hated Shiro, and didn't want to have to do anything with him, anymore. The rest of it is just... sheer, bewildering, aggravating beyond all comprehension incompetence.

[rosetyler42]

More Drericka ship dynamic fun!

This is AFTER Ericka gets over her "Oh god, I'm in love with DRACULA!!/I'm a MONSTERFUCKER!?" phase, she quickly becomes quite comfortable in her own weirdness while Drac, Ironically...struggles with it. Especially at first, now he has time to process his feelings beyond just having a new zing. With Ericka being the more open to trying new things and the sexually comfortable one while Drac is more inhibited, older, greyrose and worried about how he's seen by both humans AND monsters (Especially with the whole "I don't drink human blood" deal) I figure they have moments like this. XD

Original here:

@lovelylivelyv @black-ak9 @hotelt-resurrection @martin44444 @serial-serializednovelreader @deathfangirl9 @heartsong1994 @kittyball23 @genderqueer-bithing

[realmothchu]

a drarry wedding in an everyone lives au is basically a Black family reunion 😭

[everybodyknows-everybodydies]

miralda, the cartographer

the cartographer: a crossroads, exploration

“Left or right?”

The gelid walls of the lower Midden, rimed and somehow still wet as they are, seem to swallow sound where they should instead echo back. Likely it is some fault of the carpet of cobwebs, catching whispers just as well as whatever unfortunate small prey find themselves here. The creak of ice and a distant drip-drip are harder to place in one’s surroundings, softened so. Despite all this and the quiet skittering from elsewhere, the way they’ve come has been relatively unimpeded. She could almost think the path cleared in advance.

The master wizard looks at her again, expectant, and Faralda says aloud, “You’ve seemed perfectly capable of charting the course thus far. I am, in fact, still unclear why you’ve brought me along at all.”

“Well, you make a decent torch,” says the master wizard lightly, and turns left.

Something twitches in her brow. She measures her steps shorter, so as not to outpace her. “I see. Have you been wasting in administrative work so long you’ve forgotten how to cast a magelight?”

In answer, a flick of black-gloved fingers puts a ball of frozen light overhead, silvering the webbing matted along the floor and ceiling as brightly as the argent shot through her dark hair. “Satisfactory?”

“Unsurprising.” The master wizard glances back with a start. Faralda ducks under a long strand of cobweb dangling from the ceiling, one arm overhead to keep it from catching. “You brought me along for a job you do yourself anyway.”

The master wizard halts abruptly, stands like a very short spire amid a sea of spiderwebs. It is, though, finally, Mirabelle’s wry sliver-smile that casts her way when she says, “Are you suggesting I have trouble delegating?”

“What did the Psijic really want?” She shifts her jaw, does not move to brush the thin white thread from Mirabelle’s shoulder despite the thought thrumming down her arm into her fingertips. “To have us traipse through the Midden in the dark? In search of—?”

“I didn’t leave it that dim,” objects Mirabelle. Then her mouth sets, thin and grim, and she holds up a hand, steeled eyes caught on something on the floor.

Faralda looks down. A perfect heelprint, disturbing the spiders’ work, stiff and sharp and not from the sort of boot any of theirs would wear. Understanding, she takes a step in the direction it points, and finds another half a print just under the length of her own stride.

The path, it seems, has indeed been cleared in advance.

“I will hope,” the master wizard murmurs, “that no Psijic advised our pioneer to pay a visit to the Augur as well.” She straightens herself, braced for whatever they may find ahead. “‘Your efforts should be directed toward dealing with the aftermath.’ That is what the Psijic had to say. He could not, or would not, say the aftermath of what. And the unfortunate thing about aftermath is that it comes—after.”

“That is generally the case, yes,” Faralda says, voice lowered to match hers. “Helpful of him.” Vague but urgent, just as he had seemed at the gate—the Psijic had materialized, seemingly to his own surprise as much as hers, halfway up the incline to the gatehouse, and busied himself straightening his fine yellow robes.

He had not bothered to introduce himself. He had not needed to, in truth. I believe one of my colleagues, he had said instead, to interrupt her interrogatory inhale, spoke with one of your colleagues? And she had thought of their archivist, one thumb pressed to the worried corner of her own mouth in thought, telling her, There was something—someone else, there, in Saarthal—

With her magelight caught again in her palm, the master wizard studies the distance between the prints. “It is Ancano that’s always putting himself where he’ll look taller when you come by, isn’t it?”

“I haven’t noticed such a thing.”

“Haven’t you? Hm.” She cups her other hand around the light. “Onward, then.”

Toward, optimistically, somewhat more auspicious augury, and not a prowling Thalmor or three. Regardless, Faralda takes a breath, readies a precautionary ember at the tip of her tongue. “I see now. I’m not a torch; I’m a ruler.”

“Please,” Mirabelle admonishes. The shadows of her fingers round her magelight flicker across her cheeks, make them look hollower than they are; stark contrast even as she continues with her solemn expression never faltering, “You are at least a yardstick.”

[tiny-librarian]

During the alarm for the life of the Queen, regret at not possessing an heir to the throne was not even thought of. The King himself was wholly occupied with the care of preserving an adored wife.

The Memoirs of Madame Campan

[bisamwilson]

Okay, fun SamBucky ask game!! Send this to five other people to keep it going ✨ Say one of your favorite things about SamBucky, your favorite SamBucky headcanon, or write a tiny microfic. Have a wonderful day!! 💕

Sam is proud to say he doesn’t flinch when he comes home to find the Winter Soldier on his couch.

The lights are off, the sun’s gone down, and Sam probably would’ve missed him if he hadn’t noticed his barbecue sauce missing from the top of the fridge of all things.

He should probably ask why the world’s deadliest assassin is sitting cross-legged on his couch, his hair tied back in a low bun and wearing one of Sam’s henleys and a pair of his old army sweats in a way that tells him he’s probably been staying here for a few days while Sam had been out searching the world for him with Steve. Instead he asks, “Did you use all my barbecue sauce? It’s polite to replace things you use if you’re gonna stay at someone’s house, you know?”

The Soldier looks up at him and shakes his head, wrinkles his nose, and Sam thinks maybe he should start calling him Bucky in his own head. “I put it in the fridge. It goes bad when you leave it out like that once it’s open.”

Sam blows a puff of air out of his nose, amused but not willing to laugh just yet. “Are you my roommate now? Any other habits you don’t care for?”

Bucky shakes his head again, just slightly enough for Sam to barely catch it in the dark. “You have a comfortable couch.”

Sam sighs and goes to the hall closet to get him a blanket. He wonders if being the retired fist of HYDRA makes enough to split rent 50/50.

[draw-the-squad-like-this]

Draw your characters like this

[pixapoxa]

today's lil sketchdump :V I'm not so happy with my art lately but after today's sketching session I think I'm slowly getting the hang of it again

[galedekarios]