#uhhh...

[eithniel]

“Give him back to me” SO...I started this before the mando s3 finale and was planning to rush it to be able to finish before it but I decided to take time and care with so here it is...one week later... Everyone was with a lot of theories that she would save Din again but then...well you know what happened XD This was my imagination of it...and an excuse to redraw that scene from episode 2 without her helmet on 

#Bo-Katan Kryze #The Mandalorian #bo-katan #star wars #darksaber #uhhh... #do i tag this as dinbo ? #I mean...technically it is but... #implied #but it is #oh well #dinbo #Bo-katan kryze fanart #bo-katan kryze art #bo-katan fanart #the mandalorian s3 #the mandalorian season 3 #the mandalorian fanart #my art #eithniel art #i definitely need to make some studies on her likeness later... #but i liked too much the whole drawing and just wanted to let go... #Mandalorian #bo katan kryze #bo katan art #bodin #bo katan x din #bo katan x din djarin #bo katan kryze x din djarin #the mandalorian finale

[venbetta]

While I was M.I.A,,, I got inspired to make werebear! Glamrock Freddy

...it's been an interesting week.

I was going feral over him lowkey...

#werebear Glamrock Freddy #glamrock freddy #fnaf security breach #fnaf sb au #uhhh... #dont ask about the others #i was jusr focused on freddy... #this was self indulgent at best #Ven #doodles

[kanrix]

Bro draw more Gabrielle (Art's Danielle) it would be cool I think hehajahdjfk

On it boss

#ask #uhhh... #yeag #danielle stopframe #christina posabule #moral orel #doodles #gabrielle armature

[selineram3421]

Me: *trying to add more tags into taglist*

Tumblr: Whoops, there seems to be a problem.

Me: *tries again*

Tumblr: Whoops, there seems to be a problem.

Guys, I think we broke Tumblr.

#uhhh... #did we break tumblr?

[pyrobuyo]

absolutely no context doodle

#wily dies. the end #megaman #mega man #rockman #uhhh... #proto man #roll light #doodle #pyro's creations

[ickmick]

*ive had to edit this post about 4 times already, sorry for scuff idk if its fixed yet??

hey tumblr dot com heres some magnus archives (literally just jon) content i posted to twitter but with significantly less rambling (its a mess over there... i am trying to make tma enjoyer friends but am also bad at doing such and have resorted to rambling) /hj /silly

currently drawing jon as i see him in each season/arc so yeah... the other 2 things were me figuring out how i wanna draw him generally (im still not 100% sure)

rambles and outfit inspo under the cut!

i finished the podcast a mere 3 days ago after finally getting back to it after like a year or something, and i will never be the same /hj

im already considering listening a 2nd time, both to take notes for behaviors n shit but also just to like- return to it in full lol

anyways heres the photos from pinterest im using as inspo for that first s1 outfit (button up with a tie under a green sweater vesr tucked into black slacks with a some kinda built in belt... bro probably go those oxfords too what a loser /aff /silly

ive already decided hes going to wear a long skirt around *checks notes* probably s3, post police warrant or whatever you want to call that whole arc (i say, knowing full well what to call it)

the rest of the outfits will be a silly surprise for now but yes. thrive knowing he will be put in a lovely skirt and will grow out his curly hair and be ever so queer (its 2am im just saying words atp)

im now going to sleep, so goodnight and feel extremely free to message me if you wanna ramble about tma or jon or something of that sort, i have no friends who have listened to tma as far as im aware XD

#if i sound like a wet cat... #its probably because i am #thats ok #it just means i have something in common with jon /hj #but really id love to be friends i promise i am normal and not an eldritch cryptid like being (questionable) #/silly #now the real tags #i will probably forget things as i usually do #the magnus archives #tma #jonathan sims #jon sims #magnus archives #uhhh... #yeah ive already forgotten what i wanted to tag #oh well #ickmicktalks #ickymicky #i think thats my art tag... i think... #im going to bed now

[samijami]

What content did I have that had self harm or gore in it???

Tf was removed?

I mean I make vents but those don't break the guidelines??

And they respond to this but not my 2 emails about the harassment,

And they say my blog has 'some' of this content on it?

Where??

#uhhh...

[murderbees]

evil thoughts have taken ahold of me

featuring Rinzler, Beck, and the Black Guard Test

this is kinda long

Rinzler is the final test. Every black guard knows this. He doesn't know why it took so long for him to be approved. Beck should have been down there cycles ago. He fights better than most of the other rectified programs, and they could kill a BASIC easily. He was great before the rectified him, now he's almost perfect.

The walk to the stadium is rhythmic, each step matched perfectly to the rest. Their shoes clack in unison against the floor as the arena opens around them.

It's bright, but the helmet filters the light easily. A list of parameters and directions scroll down his vision. It's dismissed quickly. He knows what he's here for, and he's seen many tests before.

When they stop, he looks around. The platform rises, but it's clear and flat. Surrounding him are the other potential black guards. They are few, 10 at most, and half are rectified. He stands just to the left of center, it's a good position.

The audience roars and roars, whether for their deresolution or their survival is unclear. He filters it, halves the volume. They're useful in their own way. Anticipation over clever setups invisible in the arena, screams as a disc rebounds unoticed, the reactions just factor into his strategy. Use everything in a fight, especially your surroundings. He forgot who told him that.

He doubts that more than 3 of them will pass, and hopes the rest have the decency to derezz somewhere avoidable. The last thing he wants to deal with is watching his step. Voxels, despite their shape, are slippery. The spilled energy will be a problem too, but sometimes it's a hidden advantage. Most programs don't know but even processed energy can be absorbed, if you have the mods for it.

His teeth and hands ache as he remembers. The cycles spent on that table were numerous. Night and days blurring as his render cracked and split apart. It was put together just as gently, which is to say, Dyson seemed to take great pleasure in shoving sharp angles and harsh clawing routines into his sore code. There are still sections that chaff and clip into each other, but he's learned to ignore it. His claws click against his baton. He won't be using it.

They stand, eerily still. Across the stadium, a screen lights up, announcing the grand champion and their doom. The roars grow louder, shaking the various screens and reverberatng through his chest.

Rinzler makes no sound. His moves are sleek and smooth. His armor glints under the lights, and that purr saturates the pit. The program next to him starts to shake, their baton tapping against their armor as Rinzler takes position. That's the issue with non-rectified programs, they fear.

A loud buzzer sounds and the walls raise around him. A countdown sounds as he plans his route.

10

A display flashes across his vision.

Last 10 microcycles. Land at least 5 hits on Rinzler.

9

Hmm. Odd, usually it's 3. He blinks it away and turns to watch the other programs. The 5 Basics start to shuffle, he and the 4 rectified stay still.

8

The walls halt. In the corner of his display, he draws a map of the walls. It's not complete, but he'll add to it as he runs.

7

One program walks to a corner, she's shaking. He knew she wouldn't last.

6

She curls into the wall. He takes a step toward her.

5

The other rectified turn to each other. The Basics nod to each other. She derezzes her helmet.

4

Beck stands in front of her. She looks up.

3

She must be an idiot. He crouches.

2

He holds his hand out. She smiles.

1

She puts her hand in his.

Start Challenge, Let the test begin.

He yanks her forward. Her eyes widen, she falls easily. She hasn't hit the ground before the voxels clatter across the ground. The arena is silent for once.

He stares dispassionately at the mess. It got on his helmet. He wants to sigh, but there is no time. His hand dips into the pile, seeking the energy seeping across the floor. Behind him, one of the Basics starts to yell.

It seeps across hidden channels in his armor, illuminating his body. It looks like lightlines, but only for a nano.

The audience is whispering, the sound glides over his audio processors. The other rectified programs are grouping together, hoping that if they attack together, they might survive. The Basics are horrified, they'll be derezzed shortly.

He ducks before he registers it. The orange disc slicing above him, zipping through the program behind him. The energy splashes across his back. He lunges to the side, narrowly dodging the second.

Rinzler is quiet as he dispatches two of the others. The rectified jump into action, discs flaring and batons rezzing. Beck sprints into one of the halls, he doesn't look back as the clinking of voxels echoes behind him.

He flips up, rezzing his baton and jamming it between two walls. He swings, once, twice, and flys up onto the walls, circuits flashing. The audience roars. He has watched all the previous matches, no program has made it above, no program has tried. No warning blares in his vision. Either it's never been out of bounds, or no one thought it was possible. It doesn't matter either way.

He leaps across the gaps, cataloging the paths and turns. Above the pit, names are being crossed off quickly. There's 5 micros left and 3 names.

1 Basic and 2 Rectified. None have completed the second parameter. The counter dings above him, the Basic landed another hit. The rectified darts below his feet. He watches and waits.

The biggest challenge isn't hitting Rinzler, it's surviving. The longer you stay in combat, the more injured you will be, the harder it will be to survive in the end. Conflict must be saved until the end. The threads he spins are near invisible, but Rinzler is a moniter, he'll see them like a light trail.

The board above him buzzes, now it's just him and Rinzler. He drops into the maze and hits the ground running. 3 micros left.

The borrowed energy buzzes under his render, surges through him, but he has self control. He won't use it until necessary.

He reaches an open space, it's his best bet. More room to manouver but flat. There is no high ground here.

Rinzler proves him wrong. The purr registers just as the disc cleaves past his helmet. He's standing on the walls, just like Beck was. He thought Rinzler hadn't looked up, he was an idiot.

It's a dance before long. Beck flips and rolls and jumps. The arena boasts burnt slashes and puts from Rinzler's disc. The purr increases, almost crackling. When the next throw doesn't come, Beck stares up, ready and waiting.

Rinzler leaps into the space, discs arcing across the space, but Beck dodges then blocks. He filters out the audience completely. He can't afford another distraction right now.

Rinzlers back flips over his own disc as it ricochets into the air. Beck flattens, slams his disc into the ground next to him, the floor gives out and shatters into bright pixels. Rinzler's discs fly back into his hands.

Beck swings his legs up, catapulting himself into the air, and as he spins, he parrys one of Rinzler's discs. He lands briefly, kicking off again and flipping over Rinzler. By the time his feet touch the ground, Rinzler's legs are sweeping out, but he expected that.

His disc stricks down, forcing Rinzler to thrown himself back. Beck advances, but never throws his disc. It's a flurry of light and limbs.

Beck gears up, letting the stored energy flow into his arms, and hits one of Rinzler's discs. By now, they had fallen into a pattern, almost a dance. Block, parry, throw, flip, duck, strike. But as the energy flows across his shoulders, Beck manages a smile.

The disc spins out of it's path, racing into one of the halls. It cuts an orange cord.

Rinzler doesn't falter. He punches and kicks and slams into Beck. Micro fractures open along Beck's limbs, but he's happy. The fight is just slightly more fair. Now that they're both down to one disc, Beck can finally get some hits in.

He tilts his head left, letting the disc slice across his helmet, sparks flying. He doesn't see Rinzler's fist as it slams into his side, micro fractures splitting into full glowing crack. His audio and visual are cut off for a moment as errors race across his display. All he can see is red.

He's knocked to the ground, but as he falls, he grapples onto Rinzler, dragging him down too. They roll across the ground, hissing and crackling as they go. It's bad form, but Beck derezzes his helmet to bite down onto the arm trying to slip across his throat.

The punctures let the smallest amount of energy seep into his mouth, not enough to help anything, but he hopes the shock will give him time to think. Rinzler's purr turns to cracking, the sound grates over Becks audio precessing. His hesitation gives Beck the opportunity to tear his head back, voxels flying into the air as he crunches down.

Somehow, during all this brawling, he's managed to fulfill the hit counter. All he needs is to survive for 25 more nanos.

Rinzler throws himself back onto his hands, twisting in the air and lands across the arena. Beck scrambles up, wincing at the damage he'd sustained. He can't keep this up for much longer. Rinzler shifts, posture falling the tiniest bit looser and Beck knows playtime is over.

They're in a standoff, but he needs to draw this out as long as he can. He shifts back into a fighting stance. 20 nanos left.

Rinzler rushes forward and Beck evades and parrys. His arms are too weak to block. Any stored energy he has left is gone. This isn't about passing the test anymore, he needs to live. He wants to live.

Rinzler's strikes are direct and forceful. There's something familiar about this, but he doesn't have time to dwell. He sacrifices his right hand to dash across the clearing and into the halls.

He weaves through the orange threads, listening to them snap as Rinzler chases him. 10 nanos.

He trips over a new thread, the same color as the rest. On the way down, he thinks 'of course, Rinzler didn't just follow me up onto the walls, he copied my threads too.' and slams into the ground.

His shoulder starts to derezz as he skids across the floor, smearing light blue energy everywhere.

He doesn't get the chance to groan, Rinzler pounces. His foot slams into Beck's chest, cracks splintering at the impact. If the program doesn't get medical care soon he'll derezz.

5 nanos remaining.

Rinzler's disc flashs at his neck. He can't hear it, but Beck's sure the audience is screaming.

4

He sees his face reflected in Rinzler's helmet. Orange and blue interlace over his cheeks and jawline, and there's a smear of energy on his forehead. His eyes are grey, ringed in orange that pulses in time with his dimming circuits.

3

The disc doesn't move. He doesn't understand. Rinzler's other hand moves forward.

2

The gloved fingers brush over Beck's cheek, then dip past his ears.

1

His helmet rezzes around his face. Now they reflect each other, sparse orange light blinking in the dark. Something about this makes him unbearably sad, but he doesn't know what.

Challenge complete.

Beck collapsed back against the ground. Rinzler may be unpredictable, but he wouldn't disobey the directions, not at such a public event. Somehow he made it, whether it was his win or Rinzler's hesitation, he made it.

The walls collapse around them, but Rinzler doesn't get up. His disc goes dark, and that crackle becomes a grind. Something severe and harsh that has Beck attempting to crawl out from beneath him.

"Rinzler!" Clu's voice booms across the stadium. Rinzler's crackling ceases, he stands stiffly and retrieves his other disk.

Beck leans back onto his elbow, watching Rinzler. His helmet is pointed toward Clu's observation deck, but he's staring at Beck. Something unidentifiable causes his throat and chest to constrict. Whatever the case,

he lives.

#uhhh... #my bad this is way longer than it was meant to be #idk how beck-like this beck is #but Im blaming that on the rectification #How do you write fight scenes??? #why is beck a maybe vampire? idk it seemed cool #Why is Beck's name still Beck? bc I'm bad at naming #does this count as a fic? #I like my looser writing better but I wanted them to fight #Might have accompanying art later maybe #tron #Beck #Rinzler #my stuff #my writing #Rectified Beck #Black Guard Beck

[oh-cramity-its-amity]

my friend: i want to listen to more music :(

my friend: billy. you should send me some of your music. show me some sick metal punk whatever music.

me: *shaking with excitement anxiety in the corner*

me: w-what...?

also me: okay so like... *inserts spotify links*

enemy of the world - four year strong

letters to our former selves - youth fountain

tribulation worksongs - modern life is war

let it enfold you - senses fail

turn on the bright lights - interpol

misery made me - silverstein

for when you're falling backwards - rome hero foxes

lifes not out to get you - neck deep

my friend: GODDAMN

my friend: thanks for the music

#will probably delete later #i feel so insecure talking about my music stuff on here because god i got shit on about it and so im jst v overprotective of it #BUT GOD I WANT TO RAMBLE ABOUT ALBUMS I FIND TO PEOPLE CAUSE OMG I FIND SUCH COOL THINGS AND I WANT TO SHARE THEM #but highly doubt my friends would like music like mine???? its a whole thing. i am not introducing them to grindcore #grindcore would probably discourage them so hard. same with slipknot. #so today i showed them a little bit of #uhhh... #pop punk mixed with post hardcore(?) idk what all the genres are here but ik like its not all metal ikikik #im not gonna show off HARD deathmetal to them because god i dont want to seem like a freak #anyway i recommend this????? i HOPE they listen to it?? #i have yet to explain the entire emo trinity thing but they know of mcr aparently but dont think they know much apart from *random incoming- #-g note* #*shudders*

[cereal-oak]

Is "Meta" Meta Knight's actual name or just like his pseudonym? Like- Would some of yall think his real name could be something totally out of place like "Alexander the 2nd" as an example?

#meta knight #kirby series #IDK OKAY IT JUST RANDOMLY POPPED OUT #just #uhhh... #technically a shitpost I guess

[frost-felon]

@ my anonymous asker: Your initial ask got eaten by Tumblr, so I'll be posting this as a separate post. You had two asks, so I'll address them both here, which works well, as I started ranting about the femme rep, lmao.

absolutely, like, 100% agree with you on everything you've said about the horrific lack of development with the interpersonal relationships between all the characters in jjk. the unexplained timeskip before the gojo vs sukuna fight made me SO MAD !!!!!!!! seeing it mentioned offhandedly. did such a massive disservice to gojo's character having his reactions to multiple deaths simply written out and missed so many opportunities for a more fulfilling narrative.

in general i feel that the relationships between characters in jjk are so... flimsily written. i have whole essays about how completely unexplored yuji and kenjaku are and how all the characters post-culling-game have suffered in favor of dishing out cool fights with fake-feeling emotional stakes. gege please start writing fights in a meaningful way... more than that please explore character dynamics outside of a purely tactical/background info way... is this the same man who wrote hidden inventory

Second ask:

my god don't even get me started on yorozu. atp the 'gege hates women' jokes can't even be dismissed that lightly I saw tsumiki's reawakening in the last jjk episode and literally said out loud don't piss me off again

Ah, thank you. I've been a bit worried about the in-universe time in JJK. If I'm not mistaken, the story starts at some point in June, and for the Juvenile Detention Center Arc/Super Happy Fun Killing Yuji Time, some point in July. Of course, Shibuya happens on the day/night of October 31st, and likely the wee hours of November 1st. The entirety of the Culling Games Arc takes place in about two weeks of November, as I recall; actually, maybe less, since the very start indicates that Yuji was on the run for a week. So many short timeskips happened early on, and had negative effects on developing characterization and worldbuilding, both of which I've thought were weak since the beginning. Worldbuilding moreso, but characterization issues were especially apparent with the second-years of Tokyo JJH and all of the Kyoto cast. This caused quite a crunch on Culling Games, since so much needed to happen over a short period of time, leading to a jumbled, molasses pace.

It's actually really interesting to me that Sukuna would agree to postpone the fight to nearly the end of December, and this would have given us more time to explore the newer characters and solidify the older ones; we really needed more interactions between Yuji and others that weren't full of misery. Or seeing Gojo adapting to life back outside the Prison Realm, especially given that so much has changed; for a character that values reforming society and raising a self-assured, powerful new generation, losing that society should lead to a re-evaluation of his priorities. Or like...develop Ieri! Hana! Miwa! And kill off Mei Mei or actually address her position within the cast.

Yeah, one of my biggest problems from the get-go was feeling that Megumi & Nobara was a dynamic that had been left to the wayside, even during early Kyoto Goodwill Arc. And those had been characters that were meant to interact regularly...literally what attachment did Higuruma have to anyone that wasn't Yuji?¹ I adore Yuji's relationships, but he's barely been allowed to have any after Shibuya. How is Choso doing, now that the only people (Yuki & Tengen) not related to him are dead or robbed of agency?

Speaking of...hoo boy, Tengen is a hell of a topic to untangle. And most femme characters really don't get to do anything. Nobara is fun, but suffered since day one with a lack of plot presence, and literally being removed from battlefields/character conflicts, lmao. Ieri straight-up doesn't matter, especially as the manga goes on--but even in Hidden Inventory, which I do think is likely the peak of JJK, she has no real impact. You could basically replace her with a medpack, and little would change. Mai gets a very good conflict with Maki, but just about nothing between then and her death. Maki has given up her niche and much of what made her engaging to become...a serial killer on the good side, suspiciously Toji-shaped. I really didn't like Perfect Preparation, and I dread re-reading it.

But "Gege hates women" was less of a joke to me, and more a hyperbolic version of a statement that I do believe in: "Gege shows a clear apathy and disregard for his femme characters." I noticed very early on in my initial read-through (to the end of 145) that many of the femme characters were simply treated differently than much of the male cast, and often given less to do. One time that I was truly disgusted, though, was how Remi (the lady with hair like a scorpion's tail, and a dependent personality) was handled, even before her ultimate fate in Culling Games. So much of that simply rubbed me the wrong way, and felt genuinely offensive, both in regards to women and to dependent personality-type individuals. And what happened to her later...man, those panels gross me the fuck out with how much they sexualize a woman who's about to get trafficked. I definitely have a lot to say on that, but I want to make sure I can actually post this before Tumblr fucks me over again.

As a note, I don't use materials outside of the story to gauge the effectiveness of the writing (and it's also because I'm a Naruto fan, so I know the Hell of databooks, nevermind some of the other art I enjoy), but I may be missing some things. Feel free to continue to make asks or to reach out to me via DMs. I do enjoy discussing JJK, whether it be for things it does well, things it does poorly, or for other reasons.

¹We did get some Higuruma & Kusakabe, but this came in late, and then Higuruma died, lmao.

#Jujutsu Kaisen #JJK #Spoilers #Jujutsu Kaisen Spoilers #JJK Spoilers #JJK Manga Spoilers #Uhhh... #Gege Salt #Gege Critical #Gege when I catch you Gege #< Seems to be the de-facto criticism tag. Lmao. #Maki Zen'in Salt #Maki Zen'in Critical #Ieri Shoko Salt #Ieri Shoko Critical #< These girlies get the worst of it. So they're getting Salt and Critical tags. #JJK Remi #< I don't remember her having a full name. If she does--I'll update. #Discussion #JJK Discussion #Asks

[irregularbillcipher]

says a lot that this is the "nicest" interaction i've ever written between kryptos and his dad

#uhhh... #period typical homophobia??? #idk what to tag this with ask to tag #also ableism but every interaction clarence has with his son is seeped in ableism

[edgebugart]

my fiancé and I say goodnight to each other with these emojis: 🐙♥️👩‍🚀 so here's the gay space octopus in the sky and the astronaut that loves them <3 dr ph martin's liquid watercolors absolutely fuck

#watercolor #painting #traditional art #uhhh... #octopus #???????

[kalitheinksimp]

Day 18 of Inktober: Soap

#inktobertale2023 #ink sans #ink sans x oc #kaligraphy #kalink #a normal morning in the house of kalink #i was tempted to make a reference to a certain vtuber dog but decided not to cause noone would get it #and also cause this is more self indulgent- #uhhh... #slight nudity #i guess??

[trasho-pando2011]

What's your worst "HEAR ME OUT" character?

#trasho's random ramblings #listing mine in the tags #dr neo cortex #the computer from ctcd #uhhh... #okay there r probably other ones but I can't think of them rn

[chain-draws-stuff]

If your wondering why I said the "potion of decaying" in one of my stories, it's because in this au I made the deadly potions in minecraft are even more dangerous in this au, for an example the poison potion can now instantly kil anyone in a single drink but if its is a splash potion it just burns your skin and same goes to the potion of decaying, it will instantly but slowly disintegrate every bit of your body until there's nothing left of you :]

Welp! That was some dark facts about my au so uhh...ever plan on making potions?

#my shit #my brain go brrrrrrrrr #checkpoint:stm #my au #endking!steve au #uhhh... #facts about my au! :d