#nerditudes

⋆˚  ✧. ┊┊ SKETCH TIME!;; [CLOSED]

// Jokes on you, I didn't! ;D It's been a long sketch day- so like- don't @ me. I half-assed this to the moon and back, mmk. I hated the face. So that's what you gettttt instead. Enjoyyyy~ I also have such a hatred for this movie- so the entire time I was grumbling internally. >3> ie. my highschool years it was shoved in my face all day by my friend group. I was the only one that didn't really... go crazy for it. Like, they were all obsessed. And it just festered this disdain for it. IM SORRY IF YOU LIKE IT- NO ILL FEELINGS TOWARD IF YOU LIKE IT- YOU CLEARLY DO GHSDFGB I'm glad I could give him some silliness tho. the bitch got no eyebrows. Why. and for the longest time whle sketching this- I was looking at one reference. nd I thought he was wearing a dress- and I should have kept that original concept. :/ wold have gone so hard, man.

“Look at you, bow tie man. Let me tell you something you don’t hear NEARLY enough. You. Are. ABSOLUTELY WORKING that look. And I mean the fez? Come on. Come on— say the thing you say— for old time’s sake?”

Perhaps he seemed like an over enthusiastic fan. He’d mistaken himself for one before— the LINDA lot had been a bit of a thorn in his side, but he found them charming. He’d even met fans that were CONVINCED his life was a television program. Even if they no longer existed (as far as he knew), he remembered them.

the  doctor  freezes  mid-step.  not  a  dramatic  freeze—  more  the  oh  no,  this  is  not  on  the  schedule  sort.  could've  sworn  he  was  only  allowed  twelve  regens. very  clear  on  that,  actually.  laws  of  the  time  lords,  carved  into  the  bones  of  reality,  neat  &  finite  &  final.  &  he  was  on  his  last  face.  this  one.  bow  tie,  tweed,  too  many  thoughts  &  not  enough  time.  end  of  the  line.  no  possible  way  this  was  him. bit of a technical detail, that. 

his  eyes  flick  from  the  grin  to  the  coat  to  the  very  familiar  gaze  wearing  a  few  more  years.

“ blimey, ”   he  murmurs, almost reverent now. “ look  at  you— me.  us. ”  he  circles  him  once,  slow,  hands  tucked  into  his  tweed  pockets,  head  tilted  like  he’s  inspecting  a  paradox  with  particularly  rude  posture.  there’s  fondness  there,  unmistakable,  tucked  beneath  the  rapid-fire  analysis.  eleven  stops  in  front  of  him,  eyes  bright,  sharp,  curious.  softer  than  he  expects.

“ working  the  look ? ”  he  repeats.  then,  louder,  defensive  cheer  snapping  back  into  place,  “ well  obviously.  bow  ties  are  cool.  this  isn’t  news. ”

a beat, fiddling with the maroon colored fabric worn around his shirt collar.

“ you  look  good, ”  he  says,  almost  surprised  by  how  easily  the  words  come.  “ happy—  bit  cheeky.  definitely  me. ”

his  smile  tugs  crooked,  wonder  &  suspicion  sharing  space. 

Better to ask forgiveness than permission. Especially when everyone seems to be a little distracted by what is currently going on- and the moon crystal probably runs on moonbeams itself. If they’re gonna contact anybody up there, Jack figures it has to be before the moon goes totally dark.

So he makes a beeline for the Moon Room, only pausing to say where he’s going over his shoulder- and it wouldn’t surprise him if it got lost in the current hubbub.

All phones are basically the same. Enter code, have power, wait for answer. Chances are that North has a redial setting on his crystal- maybe- or he left it the same as when he used it the last time.

So Jack approaches, and takes a deep breath.

“Please don’t break on me,” he asks the crystal, holding up his staff. “That’d be just my luck.”

He taps the end of its crook to the closest facet of the moonbeam Communicator, and focuses on his core. Light. Fun.

Joy.

"Everybodies es takings a rest?" that explained the odd quiet hum of the moon's interior - too quiet. Doodle did not thrive well in silence but at least Darkside was here! "Bunnymunds dids says ta mees ta keeps eye on moon cuz things mights happens but I thinks et all seems fines. Ooh!"

"It's somethin you'll learn when you're older. The Miraculous can bring their holder to their physical peak. Any joint pain I got, back pain, aches-- all of them vanish the moment I call on Nyxx." At the mention of their name, the ladybug spider emerged to just gently nuzzle their holder's cheek. "It's like I'm twenty-somethin again. I can move better, hit harder, and my focus is even sharper. Kinda makes it something difficult to give up, if I'm being honest." Ken ran a hand through his own messy blond locks, looking to the younger holder. "You and Plagg have a good thing goin'. I hope to see you two keepin the fight goin when I'm old and gray." / @nerditudes

Adrien instinctively looks at his ring, a curious light glittering in his eyes. For all of his fear of someone finally unmasking Chat Noir for who he really is, Mr. Doe has been nothing but helpful. And now, perhaps with a little too much hope, Adrien wonders if this isn't such a bad thing. If this is a secret they can keep for the prospect of learning all he can.

The prospect of — not being quite so alone.

❝ Wow, ❞ he breathes, catching Plagg in his hands as the Kwami doesn't even bother waking in the teleportation from ring to reality. ❝ That actually makes sense, thinking about it. Chat Noir can take a lot more hits than I ever could. ❞ It's something he'd never thought about, the feats that came so instinctively to him in his Miraculous guise, but it's so plain to see: Adrien Agreste is in fairly good shape, but he'd never survive crashing through layers of brick and glass like Chat Noir can without flinching.

It's not quite praise — at least, Adrien doesn't want to assume that it is — but he glows a little anyway, latching onto it like he'd suddenly realized some dire thirst. Positive encouragement from someone who has so much more experience than he does, someone far more talented, must mean something good. Right ?

[this is satire. i cannot believe folks are sending anon hate. grow the fuck up, dickweeds.]

Mm, yes, I understand, rather than treat RP as transformative and explore themes and character aspects canon left to atrophy, I should just write canon grimdark 24/7 lest I miss the almighty point. Attempts to humanize the elements of this narrative are clearly the worst evil going on at this present time -- to say nothing of letting characters kiss! Yucky! Nasty! I know half of fandom memes are one such character clapping cheeks with a species he should canonically consider subhuman, but the same kind of character having a romantic entanglement with an OC is a bridge too far. I understand and will begin the moritfication rituals presently to atone for my horrible sins of 'having fun in space war crime simulator.'