guess who survived my dudes

Im 40 and i'd still go ham on that cherry dont play me

[leoneabbacchiohno]

leaving this tumblr and all my side blogs follow @abbakii thanks

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

^^

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

hey guys.

sorry to break the news but it's actually pretty evident; my blog is officially dead.

will I ever revive it?

maybe.

I can't honestly be sure.

thank you for the time I had here. it's been good, it's been fun, but it's time to let this old boy rest for good.

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

((I will be at mechacon next weekend if you're going please don't be afraid to try and find me!!))

((I'll be Kakyoin and Lapis Friday, Taako Saturday, and Summer Smith on Sunday!!))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

I'm not a medic but do you need assistance?? You see deathly ill. Daily-jojo-villains

“Help would be much appreciated… Just allow me to clean myself… and the floor, up first please.”

 @daily-jojo-villains

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

*beeps at .TENMEI*

He vomits in response.

“I need to see a medic…”

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

“Something is wrong.”

A crew member knocks on the door to the small room he occupies, sliding the panel door open.

“You passed out again, .TENMEI. The last few times you blamed it on a low charge or on your body overheating. Should we bring you in to a technician to see if there’s something we can fix?”

.TENMEI turned with a start,a mess of red hair following the force of the throw. It was more limp than usual. All of him seemed more limp than usual.

“I am fine. Report to the new commander and tell him i will be back in operation within the next few hours. I will be backing up our ships data and core files onto externals in the mean time, in case i happen to need to leave the ship temporarily to get a new battery installed.”

The crew member sighed, but complied and shut the door.

“Yes sir, .TENMEI.”

He was alone.

He was slowly being corrupted.

He was dying.

He curled up on himself, holding what little bit of sanity he had left.

After working diligently for years, mending his relationship with his commander (now missing–something that was still worrying him), and even regaining some of his memories–

It was all going to be gone,

thanks to one little bug in the system.

“I thought… i got rid of you the first time.”

He had removed a small bug from the ship earlier that month but had somehow given himself a more toxic version of the bug.

His files were slowly being corrupted and eaten.

It was a gradual change to his mood first, then to his memory, then to his mortality.

He was finding it harder to hold down the nutrient pills he needed to maintain his flesh-parts. His battery was draining quicker and his fan running slower.

“Something is wrong…”

He didn’t have much time left.

He backed up all the files already, having done so the moment the files were in danger.

Now all that was left was his inevitable death,

slow, painful, agonizing death.

He could hear the door of his room slide open again, the gentle brush of cooler air enough to make him flinch and shy away, scrambling closer to the desk he would work at. He shuffled to his feet, pretending as if he wasn’t just on the floor moments ago.

“Ah, do you need anything of me?”

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

((space au is nearly upon us please send asks))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

((Hi until all this shit in the community settles I'm not going to be on much. I'll be here for the space AU answering questions and whatnot but otherwise I'm just not going to be on. wanna talk to me about my opinion on the situation then DM me on here or message me on discord (soy tu padre #8980) and I'll fill you in if you're that desperate to see where I stand. thanks. send in asks for the space AU if you like ✌✌✌))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

“Something is wrong.”

A crew member knocks on the door to the small room he occupies, sliding the panel door open.

“You passed out again, .TENMEI. The last few times you blamed it on a low charge or on your body overheating. Should we bring you in to a technician to see if there’s something we can fix?”

.TENMEI turned with a start,a mess of red hair following the force of the throw. It was more limp than usual. All of him seemed more limp than usual.

“I am fine. Report to the new commander and tell him i will be back in operation within the next few hours. I will be backing up our ships data and core files onto externals in the mean time, in case i happen to need to leave the ship temporarily to get a new battery installed.”

The crew member sighed, but complied and shut the door.

“Yes sir, .TENMEI.”

He was alone.

He was slowly being corrupted.

He was dying.

He curled up on himself, holding what little bit of sanity he had left.

After working diligently for years, mending his relationship with his commander (now missing–something that was still worrying him), and even regaining some of his memories–

It was all going to be gone,

thanks to one little bug in the system.

“I thought… i got rid of you the first time.”

He had removed a small bug from the ship earlier that month but had somehow given himself a more toxic version of the bug.

His files were slowly being corrupted and eaten.

It was a gradual change to his mood first, then to his memory, then to his mortality.

He was finding it harder to hold down the nutrient pills he needed to maintain his flesh-parts. His battery was draining quicker and his fan running slower.

“Something is wrong…”

He didn’t have much time left.

He backed up all the files already, having done so the moment the files were in danger.

Now all that was left was his inevitable death,

slow, painful, agonizing death.

He could hear the door of his room slide open again, the gentle brush of cooler air enough to make him flinch and shy away, scrambling closer to the desk he would work at. He shuffled to his feet, pretending as if he wasn’t just on the floor moments ago.

“Ah, do you need anything of me?”

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

((I'm waiting until some lore gets updated on the space au blog before I throw my .TENMEI post into the mix. i... need to know what has become of the human fleet before I can proceed as I had planned.))

[bdspaceau]

THE YEAR IS 3050….

Humans, while running from a terrible calamity that destroyed earth, have stumbled upon a grand alien civilization that spans an entire galaxy. With the leader of the Rebellion missing, the Alliance is growing ever stronger with every step. Now it’s up to all the members of the humans and aliens to find peace. However…is that what everyone really wants?

WELCOME! Last time, things ended tensely for some and joyfully for others. Continue on your adventure through the vastness of space and greet, fight, and dance your way through the galaxy! This is BDSPACEAU Round 2!

Please read the lore if you are unfamiliar with this verse!

Blog for the event is @bdspaceau, please feel free to tag us in posts and send asks if you have questions! The mods for the event are @daily-vinegar-doppio​ and @daily-caesar, and @dailymomcellati!

RULES

Characters from all parts can participate! Stands do not exist in this world but stand blogs can still participate!

Choose a faction out of the 4 available ones please!

Human Fleet

Alien Alliance

Rebellion

Outsiders

This blog will not reblog any NSFW content or content against the rules.

Please tag any NSFW, body horror, and alcohol and drug mentions.

No rape, pedophillia, incest, etc.

The tag for the event is #bdspaceau

Please only post your own original work.

Event for all jjba daily/bd/pd/ask blogs and jjba OC blogs!

We encourage any aliens to be of your own design rather than from pre-existing series.

The event runs from July 14 - 24. However, there has been demand to extend the event, a poll will be posted near the end to determine whether that will be the case.

ALSO we would like to thank @badlydrawn-narancia for offering to host another video stream during the event! The strawpoll is up right now, please visit this post to vote what shows you’d like to see during the stream!

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

((cyberwestern ends tonight I don't know if I'm physically able to do any more responses without dying so whoopie))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

I notice you're pretty hostile, words goes around you aren't much of a people person if you get me.. Us two as allies, what say you?

“I work alone. Ain’t lookin’ fer no partner in this.”

He takes another shot before setting down the glass, sitting up from the lean he had on the table, stumbling a little. The little spurs of his boots clink as he saunters over, leaning into the other’s face. He smells like whiskey and regret.

“I always work alone. My kinda work ain’t fer pretty boys like yerself, lil mech. If yer still all down but nine, make sense’a this.”

He leans back and grabs the bottle sitting on the table, taking a swig of it and draining it before setting it back down.

“Keep it dry. ‘Ve knocked men galley west a’fore. A’less you think you’n handle this line’a work, I ain’t buyin nothin’ fer ya, secon’ fiddle.”

((slang translations: all down but nine- not making sense of something. knocked galley west- to beat the shit outta someone. second fiddle- second in a team; player of a lesser roll.))

[dailykujos]

So you think because I am pretty that I can not handle myself? Because I am beautiful I can not shoot a gun or wrap my gentle nimble fingers around a mans throat… You believe I am out here getting my wage through looking good and serving my “use”? Sweetie, you may drink from a bottle of poison and turn others away with your claims but frankly, you don’t scare me or really anyone. It was an offer, you should already have assumed from that, I’ve fought or even killed. I’m guessing your kind of job is a mercenary, or something like it?  Maybe don’t try to shoo things off so easily, the pay in something could have been better than what you’re already… Earning.

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

“Merc’ ain’t even cover it, kitten. Merc’? I’ve murdered, stolen, drugged and drowned bodies, how the fuck else’m i supposed ta live in a world this fuckin’ shit? I ain’t doin’ it fer fun like yer little cat ass. I do it ta survive long enough so that my body c’n die when it finally fuckin gives up’n me.”

He sticks his tongue out in digust, the bottom edge of his eyepatch peeling up to show a mess of scar tissue and infected flesh.

“until ye’ve had yer own eye rot outta yer skull or yer lover drop dead in fronta ya, i ain’t buyin nothin and i ain’t teamin up fer shit. I ain’t in fer fun. I’m in fer life and death. It’s business.”

[dailykujos]

“Aw sweetie, now why’d ya have to go and ruin the mood?~ We could have been good together… Kitten? Honey, I ain’t no ones bitch, just ‘cuz you had a lil’ heartbreak and you can’t get over it ain’t mean you gotta be a lil’ cocksucker about it.~”  His grip on Nor’s throat tightened, a shit-eating grin seeming to almost be permanent. “As you can see darling, I ain’t no man of subtlety.. And what’s the rush to die, hm? You must be terrible at shootin’ guns ‘cuz you’re too afraid even to put a bullet in your own brain. You wanna die so badly? I can pop you a few, just promise you’ll stay still, don’t like runners much…”  A quick grimace crept against his lips. “Tch… You think you’re so special for killin’ someone you love? Eat me, I’ve done twice as much than somethin’ so petty… Try bein’ a slave to somethin’ other than your mind, then you can cry about how terrible you are and how much you deserve to suffer, you ain’t been through shit…” 

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

With a gun nearly down his throat, he stops to think of what to do. Who the fuck were they to judge him for what he did? He couldn’t think of many options other than non-verbal threats or– this might work.

He brought a hand up to the counter of the bar, tapping in morse code to communicate.

He smirked around the gun in his mouth, the hand around his throat tightening slowly the whole time. He can feel his head getting light– something weirdly pleasant?– as he snaked a hand down to his hip, reaching for one of his throwing knives as he stuck his tongue out and pressed it against the bottom side of the gun.

He presses the newly freed knife up against his waist, the tip and sharp edge grazing the robot’s groin. He knew that if they were still fully functional, a knife to the nethers would definitely hurt. He wanted so badly to respond, but instead was left to gross flirting and weak threats.

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

*sits next to you at the bar and tips hat* Howdy. ((for the bdcyberwestern event~ jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo))

He takes a shot of whiskey- clearly not his first from the number of glasses strewn over the counter- before replying with a huff, his voice low even for a loud bar.

“my services’re only available t’ya if’n ya have what i want. If yer lookin’ fer somethin from me, spill it so i’cn get back to my drinks if’m not interested.”

(( @jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo ))

[jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo]

I got a job fer ya - pays well, but it’s gonna be dangerous; if ya think you’re up fer it. (( @badlydrawnkaky6in ))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

“Shoulda mentioned pay sooner, compadre. I’n handle anythin’ ye give me. I ain’t afraid’a death no more. Give the details n’ I’ll handle the rest.”

He finishes another shot off the table before scooting away from it, walking with a little wobble in his step. 

“L’ handle the details outside’a here. Come fin’ me when yer ready to pay up, kitten.”

(( @jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo ))

[jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo]

“Kitten, huh? Alright, I’ll meet ya outside then, darlin’.”

“‘Kay, so the job s’real quick. I just need you to help me ‘get rid’ of a few people. I’ll pay you half now ‘n half when the job s’done.” He holds up a a bag of money to show Nor. “Deal?”

(( @badlydrawnkaky6in ))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

“Easy. Gimme a place, name’n time an’ i’ll ‘ave em deader’n vulture food.”

He willingly accepts the half-pay, fully ready to receive the rest later on once the job is done. He steps closer, wrapping an arm around the other and cupping their jaw with his hand.

“Keep payin’ well n’ we may jus’ have ourselves ‘n agreement, kitten.”

(( @jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo ))

[jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo]

“Certainly darlin’, I can pay you rather handsomely. I think we got ourselves an agreement - I like it.” He smirks contentedly. (( @badlydrawnkaky6in ))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

“alrighty then, now’ta business.”

He separates himself from the other, reaching for his wasteband to tie the half-pay to his waist. He then pulls out a pair of rusted knives and slides them into his boots, covering them with his pants after.

“gimme the targets’n i can get’a work. Quicker i get’er done, quicker i’n come back for the rest of my pay ‘n maybe a lil fun if the price’s right.”

He wiggles his one visible brow at the other, a nonverbal way to emphasize his proposal.

(( @jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo ))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

((did a massive server purge on discord since I either never go in the server or they would blow my phone tf up every night and day so ✌✌✌✌ if you need me or want me just contact me here or if you have my discord, pm me - Abba))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

*sits next to you at the bar and tips hat* Howdy. ((for the bdcyberwestern event~ jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo))

He takes a shot of whiskey- clearly not his first from the number of glasses strewn over the counter- before replying with a huff, his voice low even for a loud bar.

“my services’re only available t’ya if’n ya have what i want. If yer lookin’ fer somethin from me, spill it so i’cn get back to my drinks if’m not interested.”

(( @jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo ))

[jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo]

I got a job fer ya - pays well, but it’s gonna be dangerous; if ya think you’re up fer it. (( @badlydrawnkaky6in ))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

“Shoulda mentioned pay sooner, compadre. I’n handle anythin’ ye give me. I ain’t afraid’a death no more. Give the details n’ I’ll handle the rest.”

He finishes another shot off the table before scooting away from it, walking with a little wobble in his step. 

“L’ handle the details outside’a here. Come fin’ me when yer ready to pay up, kitten.”

(( @jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo ))

[jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo]

“Kitten, huh? Alright, I’ll meet ya outside then, darlin’.”

“‘Kay, so the job s’real quick. I just need you to help me ‘get rid’ of a few people. I’ll pay you half now ‘n half when the job s’done.” He holds up a a bag of money to show Nor. “Deal?”

(( @badlydrawnkaky6in ))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

“Easy. Gimme a place, name’n time an’ i’ll ‘ave em deader’n vulture food.”

He willingly accepts the half-pay, fully ready to receive the rest later on once the job is done. He steps closer, wrapping an arm around the other and cupping their jaw with his hand.

“Keep payin’ well n’ we may jus’ have ourselves ‘n agreement, kitten.”

(( @jotaro-gofuckyourself-kujo ))

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

I notice you're pretty hostile, words goes around you aren't much of a people person if you get me.. Us two as allies, what say you?

“I work alone. Ain’t lookin’ fer no partner in this.”

He takes another shot before setting down the glass, sitting up from the lean he had on the table, stumbling a little. The little spurs of his boots clink as he saunters over, leaning into the other’s face. He smells like whiskey and regret.

“I always work alone. My kinda work ain’t fer pretty boys like yerself, lil mech. If yer still all down but nine, make sense’a this.”

He leans back and grabs the bottle sitting on the table, taking a swig of it and draining it before setting it back down.

“Keep it dry. ‘Ve knocked men galley west a’fore. A’less you think you’n handle this line’a work, I ain’t buyin nothin’ fer ya, secon’ fiddle.”

((slang translations: all down but nine- not making sense of something. knocked galley west- to beat the shit outta someone. second fiddle- second in a team; player of a lesser roll.))

[dailykujos]

So you think because I am pretty that I can not handle myself? Because I am beautiful I can not shoot a gun or wrap my gentle nimble fingers around a mans throat… You believe I am out here getting my wage through looking good and serving my “use”? Sweetie, you may drink from a bottle of poison and turn others away with your claims but frankly, you don’t scare me or really anyone. It was an offer, you should already have assumed from that, I’ve fought or even killed. I’m guessing your kind of job is a mercenary, or something like it?  Maybe don’t try to shoo things off so easily, the pay in something could have been better than what you’re already… Earning.

[badlydrawnkaky6in]

“Merc’ ain’t even cover it, kitten. Merc’? I’ve murdered, stolen, drugged and drowned bodies, how the fuck else’m i supposed ta live in a world this fuckin’ shit? I ain’t doin’ it fer fun like yer little cat ass. I do it ta survive long enough so that my body c’n die when it finally fuckin gives up’n me.”

He sticks his tongue out in digust, the bottom edge of his eyepatch peeling up to show a mess of scar tissue and infected flesh.

“until ye’ve had yer own eye rot outta yer skull or yer lover drop dead in fronta ya, i ain’t buyin nothin and i ain’t teamin up fer shit. I ain’t in fer fun. I’m in fer life and death. It’s business.”