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nolzo · 11 months
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you sit next to: adrien agreste
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i'm starting a series where i make hcs about a character from miraculous sitting next to you. please request any characters you'd like from this fandom!!
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adrien agreste
- he is a starer
- like full 90 degree turn staring directly at you
- he fidgets quite a bit in his seat (that is because of a specific hc about them that has to do with chat noir's powers, lmk if yall want to hear it)
- clicking his pen, tapping his desk, bouncing his leg
- takes a while before they get over their nerves and start talking to you. like it's just my classmate it shouldn't be hard to talk to you
- once he does, however, he does not stop . talking to you
- especially if you're the type to not talk much, they'll talk enough for the both of you and then some
- has gotten in trouble once for talking too much during class . refuses to verbally communicate during direct instruction now
- slips notes or types messages on their tablet for you to read instead
- when everyone is just working on an assignment he starts talking all over again
- god forbid you sit next to him in science with mendeleiev
- regardless of whichever type of science it is, be it physics or biology or astronomy, they will gush about chemistry
- he is such a chem nerd . they will not stop talking about anything chem related
- has a periodic table phone case or something because they're that much of a nerd
- their actual periodic table (paper) has so many notes on it it's almost illegible
- "oh, this is just the molecular geometry of covalent bonds. i put them under each group that has those characteristics, except the CNOPS monster is always linear."
"monster??"
"yea, you know, carbon, nitrogen, oxygen, phosphorus, and sulfur? they double or triple bond with each other so they're always linear. anyways, this is just to denote the diatomic elements. these numbers are the max atoms in each orbital for electron confi-"
- in one ear and out the other
- he actually doesn't mind that you blank out when he talks about chemistry a lot because sometimes he blanks out when he talks too long himself
- has a passion project about spiderman and (guess) . chemistry
- is determined to figure out the chemical makeup of spiderman's web fluid
- works on it during every minute of free time they have during classes
- if mendeleiev's room has a portable whiteboard (like the one with wheels) they will bring it to yall's desk and start calculating a whole bunch of random stuff for their passion project
- talks to you and asks questions about that passion project as if you even know what he's talking about
- "so apparently in canon, peter's web fluid is made of salicylic acid, toulene, methanol, carbon tetrachloride, potassium carbonate, and ethyl acetate. which, honestly, isn't a bad formula, but i feel like it needs to be more akin to actual spider silk. dragline silk is the strongest spider silk, from the golden orb-weaving spider. if we base the web fluid off this we would need a combination of the proteins spidroin 1 and 2 to make fibroin. i'm not sure of the exact ratio but i'd need roughly 42% glycine and 25% alani-"
- in one ear and out the other pt. 2
- does this weird wave thing when yall see each in the hallway where he does not lift his hand but still waved at you. like his arm is parallel to his body but is twisting like he's waving at you
- this is because he is very shy
- trills(?) when he's very happy because uh oh i've done it again i hc adrien as autistic (i did not mention that in my previous hc post. will do that now)
- verbal stims: trills, that one breathy growl thingy(?), purrs (i say it's canon. you cannot disagree), popping sound under their breath (mostly just for the movement not the sound)
- guess what the weird wave thing is actually a stim omg guys who would've guessed
- another verbal stim!!!! this one tiktok song(?) where it goes "i hopped. into a coffee shop. and then my jaw dropped in shock when i saw a girl who had cool pants. they made me want to dance..." i'm going to link it here. they really like the jumpy(?) beat
- always asks you for a pencil because the only ones they have are the bad twisty ones with the weird noisy lead and you have the good clicky pencils with the sharp lead
- sometimes during assignments when he (surprisingly) doesn't feel like talking he puts on headphones and blasts the icarly theme song and vkei (exclusively mejibray. he has a hard time listening to new artists)
- gifts you a spiderman lego set for your birthday
- you thought they only gush about chemistry? wrong he loves spiderman too
- in one ear and out the other pt. 3
- overall, yall's seating arrangement reveals a different side to them that most do not get to know. you get to learn about chemistry-and-spiderman-obsessed-nerd-who-likes-icarly-and-probably-hunterxhunter*-adrien, not just adrien agreste the fragrance
*i forgot adrien watching anime is canon
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allthetorturedpoets · 1 month
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i’m so obsessed with my mutuals i need you all to know that you are like celebrities to me and i want to hear everything you have to say
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swordheld · 7 months
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do the silly thing. if you do not do the silly thing time will pass and it will not be the same silly thing it could have been. it will still be silly, and it will still be yours, but it will not be the same. this is both a blessing and a curse, but so is living; and if you do not do it now when will you? who will? it has to be you, it was always meant for you, waiting for you.
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catcze · 7 months
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Spoilers for Wriothesley's backstory !! References to leaks of his backstory !!
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When Wriothesley was younger and homeless on the streets of Fontaine, an orphan who ran from his foster home to fend for himself, there was no one for him to rely on. It was a dog-eat-dog world, and putting your trust in the wrong person could result in lying facedown in a ditch, just another casualty of the city.
Wriothesley was prepared to fight for himself for the rest of his life. Was prepared to sleep with one eye open, and ready to get stabbed in the back at any second. Everyone around him wouldn't cast him a second glance and wouldn't offer him a shred of help.
No one, maybe, except for you.
You were around his age— that much was evident from the first day he met you, when you found him crouched in an alleyway half-starved and soaked through by the rain. You were kind, if the umbrella you covered his head with was any indication. You had gotten soaked yourself, but you still smiled at him and told him to keep it, that he needed it more.
And lastly: you were born into good, good money. He found that out the next day when you bought him a packaged meal of warm meats and bread. Although he was hesitant to accept your kindness, cautious of what price you would attach to such a thing, the grumbling of his stomach won out and he finished the whole meal in less than five minutes. It was one of the best things he had ever tasted.
You said nothing as you sat beside him, uncaring of how the dirt of the sidewalk stained your clothes. When he was finished, you offered him a bottle of water. As he chugged it down, you gave him your first name, and when he hesitated to tell you his, you smiled and shook your head.
"It's fine, you don't have to tell me," you told him with a slight smile. And that was that.
From then on, you find him every few days at the same spot. He doesn't talk much, you discover, but he's always willing to listen to you talk. Anything under the sun— your lessons, your absent parents, the droves of socialites who try to butter you up with hollow words and false admiration— you can ramble about it for hours and hours and he'll sit beside you, interjecting on occasion, but generally letting you take the lead in conversation.
Once, you brought him a canister filled with tea, and watched as his eyes lit up at his first taste.
"This is some really good stuff," he told you, awe in his voice, already going for a second sip. You smile, seeing him so pleased.
"I'll bring you more next time. I'll try to make a different brew, too, to see if you'd like that even more."
When he gets scuffed from street fights, you're there to patch him up. Clumsily at first, with a furrowed brow and tangled strips of bandages, but you get better and better at it over time. He doesn't reject the help, and you don't scold him for getting hurt. It is times like these where your hands —only calloused by the grip of a pen and nothing more, unlike his that are so scarred and rough— make you both remember how different your worlds are.
One day, you go to the place you two had been meeting for nearly a year now, and it's empty. That's not particularly unusual— it's happened once or twice before where your friend couldn't make it, so it's no cause for concern. You merely leave the food and water in a little nook he had shown you before, and make your way home, hoping that he's alright and not too banged up.
When you get home, the maids and the butler all tell you of a recent incident that happened not too far away in the city— of an assault and a mangled body, of the perpetrator on death's door himself, barely rushed to the hospital in time. While you have dinner alone, they urge you to exercise caution if you go out tomorrow.
So you take heed of their words, bringing a new platter of food and hide small knife in your pocket as you head back to the same place yesterday. The food and water from before is still there, hidden in the little nook only the two of you know of.
Anxiety grips you, but you try to shake it off. You return the next day. And the next. And the next. Each day, the food you leave remains untouched every time.
You fear the worst after a week is up— you fear for his safety, for his health. You fear for the only genuine friend you had ever made, who had seen you as more than just your parents' only child. You don't leave your room for a week, poring over the newspaper and anything else you can get your hands on. The househelp thinks you're ill— and you are. You're sick with worry, sick with the late nights spent up as you stretch yourself thin trying to find something, anything about him. But when your parents learn of your seclusion, you're forced to give up your search. In the end, you're the only one left to remember the nameless boy with the soft smile and a love for tea.
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It is years and years down the line. Wriothesley had been doing well as the administrator of the fortress— so much so that he had been invited to the Palais Mermonia to receive the title of Duke. He had barely managed to sidestep a grand investiture ceremony, instead opting to sign, take the relevant certificates, and be done with it.
When he enters the office of the Iudex, he's met with the man himself and a surprisingly familiar face. One that he had never forgotten, even on days where the ground threatened to crumble underneath him and the walls of his prison cell felt like they were closing in.
Your eyes blow wide, your grip on the documents threatening to rip the papers, and he doesn't miss the slight wobble in your lip as you gaze at him.
"Good afternoon, I'm pleased that you could join us," says the Iudex. He sweeps one hand in your direction. "This is one of our top attorneys,assigned to assist with the processing of your documents and certificates."
Wriothesley smiles, wider than he has in a long, long time, and reaches a hand out for you to grasp.
"Hi," he says, never taking his eyes on your face. He squeezes your hand and feels you tremble in his hold. "My name is Wriothesley. It's nice to meet you."
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one of my favorite things about zedaph is that on a server full of people that find strange and oft-overlooked minecraft mechanics or rare events and then see just how far they can push them in the name of spectacle or efficiency or world-breaking, zed is over here finding these mechanics in order to do the weirdest things he can think of in as entertaining a manner as possible
like i 100% have faith in zedaph's theoretical ability to be just as efficient or spectacular or world-breaking. if he wanted to do that stuff, i trust that he absolutely could. but thats so far from being his priority. instead, hes going to spend around a week of irl time focused entirely on eventually having the good luck to spawn in something insanely rare so that he can convert it into something even rarer, the result of which being something that 99% of the server reacts with complete and utter shock that it even exists in the first place, just because its zany and funny and he wanted to. and i love that
#zedaph#hermitcraft#genuinely i adore the clucky few project im not even done watching the episode and i had to pause and make this post#i saw impulses video first and went ''that HAS to be some sort of datapack or something-''#only to immediately go ''no. no it cant be. because this is zed#and its practically a trademark of his to push the limits of the game as far as possible in the direction least expected#not for the purpose of efficiency or spectacle or intimidation or whatever like some players who push limits#but purely for the purpose of making something so funny you cant help but laugh at whats going on#and maybe being a bit impressed that he ever thought of it in the first place''#at which point i went ''holy shit. since its zed doing this. somehow he ACTUALLY got a villager on a chicken. with no cheats. thats INSANE'#i was relieved when i checked my subscriptions to see what the next video i had to watch was and saw he would be next in line#bc if i had to sit through 19 other hermits videos before i could watch his and find out what the fuck he was doing i would have been so sa#sidenote but i feel like a zed video where he interacts with this many other people all in the same video is so rare#idk i didnt watch season 9 and i know he started collabing a lot more w/ other hermits then#so maybe its not nearly as rare these days#but like the last one that *i* saw where he interacted with this many people at once was towards the end of season 8#when all the people he experimented on earlier in the season came back to experiment on him#and like i would like zeds videos with or without the collabs. but its a lot of fun to see him interact with people#so its very cool to me when he does it with a lot of people all in the same video
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egophiliac · 1 year
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more masquerade stuff! things really went from 0 to 1000 in, like, thirty seconds.
(sorry if none of these make sense outside of my head)
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geezmarty · 7 months
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old married men at the family function
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furiouskettle · 1 year
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SONBOY!!!!!
Guillermo del toro’s Pinocchio was WELL worth the wait!!! I adore this interpretation of the character so so so much.
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poorly-drawn-mdzs · 4 months
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Turtle hunt gone wrong.
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beanghostprincess · 7 months
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if they hadn't called out zoro on being unable to sit on the baratie's couch bc of his swords i'm like a 99% sure he would've just kept trying to sit next to luffy for the whole damn scene
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nolzo · 10 months
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you sit next to: nathaniel kurtzberg
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this is a series where i make hcs about a character from miraculous sitting next to you. please request any characters you'd like from this fandom!!
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nathaniel kurtzberg
- definitely does not talk to you for at least half of the first term
- mostly because he is easily intimidated and also he's just introverted
- however you guys begin talking when he finds out you also draw (sharing common interests!!!)
- extremely awkward talker. it does not get better the more you know each other. if anyone overhears any of y'all's conversations they'd think y'all just met regardless of how far you guys are in your friendship
- the easiest way you two get to know each other is doing dtiys (draw this in your style) challenges together during breaks
- basically analyzing each other's art style
- has actually stopped drawing to watch you draw once
- you caught him, he was embarrassed, you tried to reassure him that it was fine but he literally could not look at you in the eyes for the rest of the day (he got over it)
- will introduce his comic to you if you haven't heard of it already. even asks for criticisms, suggestions, or help for panels when he's not sure about them
"so in this panel mightillustrator is supposed to be, like, reaching? towards the page slash reader, but, um, i'm having a hard time with the perspective? it just looks like he has a really big hand. do you know how to, like, how to fix it?"
"well, firstly, references always help, and i'm assuming you're already using them so. uh, the panel you're trying to draw is foreshortening, and we're focusing on perspective. for me, it helps to draw lines in my figures to help plan the rest of the proportions. so, first, draw a line from the head to the feet, and it's fine if the line is a little curved. and then, a line from shoulder to the other, and from one side of the waist to the other. great, then draw the rest of the limbs like you're drawing a stick figure..."
- you're basically a lifesaver in his eyes
- shows you the new editions of the comic before it's released
- he introduces you to marc!! if you already know them, he invites you to hang out in the art room with them after school
- if you guys meet before marc and nathaniel are together, prepare to be unintentionally third-wheeling any hang outs between the three of y'all
- there is a chance (obligation) that you have to give nathaniel a number of pep talks to ask marc out
- you get the privilege of (kind of) playing matchmaker and get those two together
- if you guys get close enough, he'll invite you to hang out at his house and you get to meet his moms. they're incredibly sweet
- his room is full of figurines (cough cough there is a chat noir figurine somewhere) and posters (cough chat noir is again present) and sketchbooks (chat noir is there)
- nathaniel has a slight celebrity crush on a particular feline themed hero (it's chat noir. i stand on this.) because of this, you are subject to discussions (read: rants) about chat noir when you point out his presence in nathaniel's room
- do not mention this celebrity crush to anyone else. nathaniel will die quietly on the inside from embarrassment
- nathaniel wears eyeliner. he puts in on before class so you get to see the literal artistry he performs at his desk before m. bustier walks in
- you know those people that are superrrr good at eyeliner? that's nathaniel
- if you ask, he'll do your eyeliner for you (with your own eyeliner because sharing makeup isn't safe!!)
- a frequent hang out spot is the art room after school. alix, marc, mylene, and (occasionally) marinette are there so you guys get pretty close too
- ultimately, sitting next to nathaniel opens you to a world of dtiys challenges and exquisite eyeliner (and chat noir)
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canisalbus · 4 months
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the anon saying they wish vaschete were plushies inspired me
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mudshadow · 1 year
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meow cat moment
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bluegiragi · 1 year
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do something (on purpose)
support me on patreon (nsfw)
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puppetmaster13u · 6 months
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Prompt 76
Tim has no idea whether to laugh or cry. Bruce sends him away from Gotham to stay safe from Red Hood, yet who is standing there, in the Titan Tower, but the man himself. And if he was attacking or something then fine, he could deal with it. But no, the man is standing there, in the kitchen, cooking like it’s an everyday thing. Like sure he’s cooking angrily and Tim swears he can see some sort of eye glow in the helmet, but it’s not like he’s actually threatening any of them?? The literal crime lord has been hissing about them not having any food and being out of medical supplies and who decided to leave a bunch of teens alone to take care of themselves. Which. Rude, he’s been taking care of himself for years, and both Raven and Beast Boy have too! What type of scheme is this?!
Jason was going to go through with his attack on the Tower, he really was. But seriously, they didn’t even have any medical supplies, their cupboards were practically empty of food, and they didn’t even have any cleaning supplies. For fuck’s sake he’d gotten in so easily and it was a giant tower shaped like a T- everyone knew where it was! Honestly it’s not his fault the pit rage went from being pissed to the literal child- which uh, huh he’ll have to freak out about that later- to raging about how he took better care of the alley kids than the heroes were taking care of their kids so guess whose going to have to fucking step up! 
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solargeist · 4 months
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i care abt them So much
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