JagerKnight08

A dip shit meat head. I post mainly about RWBY, mainly Jaune, and reblog random shit I like, with drawing and writing on the side.

[insomniacrori]

I saw THIS clip and was thinking to actually do something about it. Had to also find it on youtube (I did, thank you comments). And someone mentioned it would be funny if Caine joined them and realised what horror are his adventure lol. So this comic is kinda a take on that.

I only see Zooble making that comment (Gangle is on her sworn duty to make art)

I will practice until my hands fall off (This is why Caine looks different each time)

[lunetrixx]

the way amanda squeals when merissa goes "i've never seen pomni so happy to see caine" and the giggling afterwards 😭 i only ever see shippers react in such a way to that stuff is there something they wanna tell us ❓

imagine merissa just dropped a hint of ep9 and thats why theyre reacting like that 👀

[eljesala]

In which Pomni is sick and tired of dropping hints and tells him right then and there that she wants him goddammit-

Giving credit where credit is due, @sm-baby's showtime artworks making me feel things akdndjs-

[maxidango]

a bunch of retro ladies

[zandergb]

[astromechapunk]

This is how it's done:

[cilceon]

And this is how you homage it:

[everydayconman]

Literally less than a year ago we were adding cool spins to it like “Sliding Up Tokyo Tower” how did we downgrade so hard?

[crimsoncadmium]

We even got live action slide

[bellatrixmelody]

The slide in the first post bothers the fuck out of me because he’s using his right leg to slide on the ground.

So, I ride a motorcycle and I know at least the theory of doing a power slide (still cool but you don’t slide nearly so much and you need a pretty light bike to do it most of the time). You have to lock the back wheel until your back wheel looses grip on the road and then turn sharply to the left. Rear wheel slides and the front wheel turns.

But how do you lock the back wheel you might ask? Well with your rear break of course.

WHICH IS UNIVERSALLY UNDER YOUR RIGHT FOOT! How the FUCK is he locking the back wheel, with his shifter on his left foot??? Not possible. The creators of Akira knew it, and so did everyone that homaged it. The post above gets it right even if he’s likely on a slider and being pulled back.

[vespertinecat]

This is why I love tumblr. Where else could I find gifs of back to back tribute references and a perfect explanation of why the above doesn't work and how you would need to do everything to ideally execute to move in question? Thank you for explaining, fellow tumblr friend.

[zoanluen]

redraw thing from indie cross :))

(omg man i simp for drifter so bad)

[hilarioushumorfromouterspace]

[cfluffiness]

Someone in facebook also posted this too

[xmagnet-o]

Omg

[halcyonjester]

Mediglyphics

[klubbhead]

This shit’s infuriating

[pseudonymsobriquet]

Oh, this is a type of shorthand!

There are 3 main types, but from my research, this looks to be American Gregg Shorthand.

As you can see, there are set symbols for every letter.

Let’s break one of the words down:

Using the Gregg Alphabet as reference, we can see most of the letters in “atrophied” are present. But why no “o” vowel, and why is “ph” written as “f”?

Simple. In shorthand, you cut out all vowels in a word when writing it down, with the exception of words that BEGIN or END with a vowel (hence the “a” at the start being present), or like in the “i” in “atrophied”, to make it more readable when the sound could be harder to distinguish if it isn’t written. In “atrophied” if the the “i” isn’t written, it could be hard to tell if the writer meant a “fud”, “fad”, “fod” or “fid” sound, for example.

Also, since Shorthand is a phonetic writing system, you are encouraged to write down the phonetic sounds of words rather than the actual letter blends - in this case, write an “f” instead of a “ph”.

So in actuality, these aren’t just meaningless scribbles - it’s Gregg Shorthand, a writing system developed to take down notes more quickly than when written out in full, which is very useful in a medical or journalistic environment.

Some people can even write over 100 words in a minute! And, it’s been in use since John Robert Gregg invented it in 1888! Wow! So old!

Isn’t language amazing~?

[r4cs0]

[the-lamplighter]

Persepolis

[iamespecter]

My phone's battery keeps dying (I think something's wrong with it) but I cooked a little bit more on this Doctor!Caine and Patient!Pomni idea.... and this may or may not become bigger than The Amazing Digital Roadtrip.....

My mental illness cannot be contained!!!!!!!!!!!! Also these designs are subject to change because yes ✌️

Things I've come up with last afternoon while going crazy from the lack of dopamine are:

- Abstraction is currently determined to be a terminal illness

- It's contagious via skin-on-skin contact, and can be inherited through genes

- it can even bloom late in life, but that doesn't mean everyone that the patient has touched before is immediately affected

- The physical symptoms are inky black "cracks" forming along the skin, physical degradation, loss of saturation and many more

- Depending on a lot of factors, this illness can be aggressive, or at most be dormant.

- Once it reaches the patient's brain, it is too late

- But the progress of abstraction can also be delayed through amputation, depending on where the "source" is

- It only really affects "organic" stuff

- Which means AI robots are immune, and can touch the patient as much as they want without risk of infecting themselves

- Kinger is the CEO/Founder of the AI Association that focuses on the research about Abstraction, and how to cure it

- He is also, strangely enough, kinda immune? idek he seems fine except he's a bit cuckoo

- Because of it's contagiousness, people who suffer from the abstraction illness are GREATLY FEARED by others

- People who have the illness have to wear a lot of protection (such as gloves, face mask, etc.) in order to even interact with the outside world

- They also need to have their AI Doctor/Nurse with them AT ALL TIMES.

About the main pairing:

- Pomni is the only daughter of Kinger and the late Queenie

- She used to be more upbeat early in her life, until Queenie passed. She then became depressed, and it only got worse as her illness began to show and she became cynical as a result, believing she'll die early, and alone

- Caine was named and created based off of the image of Pomni's imaginary friend during her childhood, in order to ease her into accepting Caine as her personal doctor

- This did NOT, in fact, ease her into accepting Caine as her personal doctor because what the fuck.

- Pomni hates AIs for being unable to save Queenie.

- She also thinks that her new doctor won’t be able to save her, and that her dad’s efforts to delay her situation are fruitless.

- Part of her still clings onto hope. However, said part is also dying.

- Caine is a test prototype of a model that’s supposed to handle (and even possibly cure) the symptoms of abstraction, so there’s defo a lotta pressure on his shoulders

- Especially when he gets assigned to SPECIFICALLY THE DAUGHTER OF THE CEO WHO OWNS HIM

- He’s also one of the first AIs to not only be psuedo-sentient, but also self-evolving; in order to be able to adjust to patient needs and wants.

- He can “manifest” anything physical as long as it’s within the size limit of his own physical manifestation. For example, if Pomni is hyperventilating; he can manifest a pair of artificial lungs that pump oxygen in order to give her breathing space. (You know what that means)

- Not only is he able to float, he is also able to carry Pomni like she weighs like a couple of grapes because this is not me being self-indulgent and thinking he should carry her bridal style all the time (lie), this is me saying “it’s for emergencies when Pomni is too weak to even stand or walk”

- Pomni hated Caine A LOT at first because she hated having to be co-dependent on this walking life support so yes this is an enemies-to-friends-to-lovers kinda story (except it was one-sided "enemies")

- As the story progresses, Pomni clings onto the hope of not just surviving, but also living again; as Caine learns what it means to be not just existing, but alive!!! because me and my homies love stories about positivity and hope amongst shitty situations!!!!

- And then they fuck. Oh yes, they fuck eventually. And they fuck a lot after that

I don’t care this is MY story, MY AU, I will do whatever the fuck I want!!!!! RAAAAAAAAAAAA

I have no idea if I want some of the gang to be AI Doctors/Nurses too but erm. we'll see

[sm-baby]

Showtime pleeeseee ❤️❤️❤️

The Amazing Digital Circus - Showtime Doodles !!

Ko-fi🍎

I've kept this to myself long enough 😔

[malinka624-hazbin]

Sketchy designs of human Eve, Adam, Abel and Cain before an… accident

Abel was 17 and Cain was 19 or 20

P.S. Eve didn’t cheat on Adam, Abel is not Lucifer’s son

Back then having a child was like a genetic lottery in some way, so humanity would be diverse

[jagerknight08]

Beefy giant Adam!

[maclanahan--mermaid-comics]

Sally is coming to terms with her mermaid curse.

[rwac96]

Just Schnee Reactions By NoodleDoodles69

(source: Twitter/X)

[s-hhhit]

🌿Detective!AU MyleneVolt scene🌿

[higgsbison]

just a guy and his surprisingly literate lion bestie

[redeemers-and-dragons]

Greenest in Flames Part 5

Narration: Jaune and Cinder make their way through the busy corridors of the keep. Guards hurry about, torchlight flickering on the stone walls. Commands ring out amidst the chaos as messengers dash to and fro. Civilians huddle together in the various rooms and halls and medics work quickly to tend to the wounded that lie where space is made available.

As they reach the fort’s dungeons, they see Governor Nighthill and a dwarf guard captain talking outside of the interrogation room.*

Jaune: Governor. Is the prisoner awake yet?

Nighthill: Ah, Paladin. Just in time. Our “guest” has indeed been awake for some time now, but she's been stubbornly tight-lipped. No matter what we've tried, she hasn't said a word.

Escobert: *Escobert the Red is a shield dwarf with knotted, tangled, bright red hair. As master of the keep, Escobert is in charge of its defense and maintenance.* Whoever these bastards are, they train their underlings well. I’ve done everything short of pulling out the tools from the dungeons and she won’t even so much as give us her name.

Jaune: *Furrows his brow, glancing at Escobert and then at Nighthill.* We’ll need to change that.

Nighthill: *Nods in agreement.* The guards have been keeping a close watch, but if you have a plan, we’re all ears.

Escobert: We’ve had enough of these raiders. Do what you need to, just get us some answers.

Jaune: *Turns to Cinder.* Think you can get her talking?

Cinder: Scoffs Please, I’ve bartered people’s souls into eternal servitude. I think I can get our canary singing. Just be your sweet little self and let me do the talking.

Narration: The dungeon is damp and dim, the air thick with the scent of mildew and old iron. The prisoner sits across from them chained to an old heavy table, her mask removed to reveal a face etched with defiance—and perhaps a flicker of fear. She couldn’t be much older than Jaune himself, yet here she was, a zealot in a cult that had just razed a town. When the door creaks open, she stiffens, then forces a sneer.

Cultist: *Spits on the floor between them.* Save your breath, infidels. I won't betray my brethren. I won't tell you a damn thing.

Jaune: Steps in and closes the door behind them. We're just here to talk.

Cinder: *Saunters in, her tail flicking lazily behind her.* Oh but haven't you heard, Jaune? She is not going to tell us a thing. Such a devoted little soldier. *She begins circling her.* But unfortunately for your brethren, you're also an open book. Let me tell you exactly what you've already revealed before I even brought out the big girl toys.

Cinder: *Cinder eyes her up and down.* You're not high-ranking. Your robes are cheap linen - no embroidery, no decorative colored masks. You have enough authority to boss around a few green recruits and some kobolds, but not much else. They promised you power, didn't they? Told you they would make you special? *She leans in, voice dripping with mock sympathy.* And yet… here you are. Expendable. Forgotten. Why, I doubt anyone has even noticed you were captured yet.

Cultist: *Gulps nervously but her eyes harden.* Th-They’ll come for me. You can’t hide in this fortress forever. Soon they’ll blast these walls apart and release me.

Cinder: *Laughs mockingly.* Oh absolutely, darling. I'm sure they'll come charging in, gather up whatever charred bits of you remain, and throw you a lovely posthumous ceremony. *She examines her nails dismissively.*But let's discuss what else your friends so helpfully revealed. Dragon worship—painfully obvious between those theatrical masks and your aerial friend's dramatic entrance. Though honestly, it's almost quaint. Dragon cults are quite the rare sight, mostly because dragons make terrible patrons. They're fundamentally selfish creatures who view followers as either useful tools or convenient snacks. Why would an all-powerful wyrm share anything when they could simply take what they want themselves? Not to mention terrible egos, can’t play nice with others of their kind.

Cinder: Which brings me to what I can’t exactly quite grasp. The variety of masks. See, Dragon Cults tend to worship One Dragon or in some cases one Color of Dragon. Based on our unwelcomed guest in the sky, it would be assumed you would be worshippers of a Blue Dragon, but so far I’ve seen every color under the Chromatic. So, who's the big cult in charge? Steel Talon? Ashen Veil? Furnace Breath?

Cultist: *Lets out a sharp, mocking laugh of her own.* How outdated you are! Steel Talon? Ashen Veil? Those are footnotes in crumbling history books. What we serve is so much more than those pathetic remnants ever dreamed of being. *Her voice drops to an ominous whisper.* This is a renaissance, and I won't rob myself of the pleasure of watching your faces when you finally understand what's coming for you.

Jaune: …When we were rescuing the people at the temple, the Cultists were chanting something about “The Queen.” Could that mean anything?

Cinder: *Cinder looks surprised at Jaune then insightful.* Wait. Queen? Dragon cultists worshipping a Queen… Queen of Dragons… *Cinder looks discerningly at the Cultists.* You’re THE “Cult of THE Dragon?” You're worshippers of Tiamat?

Cultist: Eep! *Eyes widen in worry. Bingo.*

Jaune: Worshippers of Tiamat? Why does that sound familiar?

Cultist: *Gets all haughty.* W-Well, It’s no surprise that our infamy precedes us.

Cinder: These dullards haven't been relevant for centuries.

Cultist: *Flushes embarrassed.* H-Hey!

Jaune: Wait yeah! Weren't they the Big Bads, like, four Chosen Ones ago? During the “War of the Nine?”

Cultist: *Nods enthusiastically.* That's right!

Cinder: *Scoffs.* Sure, they had a champion of Tiamat lead them during the war, alongside eight other champions of the eight other False Gods of the Nine Hells. Everyone was a Big Bad during that time. Try harder.

Cultist: Th-That didn't stop us from being the best airwing of the entirety of Asmodeus’s Army!

Jaune: *Rubs the back of his head.* Well, I would hope so, being dragons and all.

Cinder: *Rolls her eyes.* Leave it to a demon war to make dragons relevant again. This is why Fiends are the superior Patron. Fiends at least sign contracts. Dragons? Just chew through followers and move on from empty promises.

Cultist: *Finally snaps.* OUR CHAMPION DOES NOT MAKE FALSE PROMISES! SHE SPEAKS FOR THE QUEEN! Breathes heavily before realizing she just released some vital information.

Jaune/Cinder: *Look surprised by her outburst before Cinder smiles sharply.*

Cinder: Oh? So you have a “Champion” now? So that’s why your brethren are so well organized. Please, tell me more about this new leader.

Cultist: I… I have nothing more to say.

Cinder: Oh, yes you do. And unfortunately for you, I’ve run out of patience. *With a flick of her wrist, Cinder casts Charm on the Cultist.*

Cultist: *The cultist seizes in her restraints, being overcome with Fiend Enchantments. She does her best to fight back through sheer force of will, biting her tongue, but it’s not enough. In a quick act of desperation, she slams her face down on the wooden table and breaks her nose.*

Jaune: BY THE GODDESS!

Cinder: YOU LITTLE SHIT! You made me waste a spell!

Cultist: *Sits up cupping her bloody nose.* OW! That hurt a lot more than I thought it would…

Jaune: *Twists his hands in worry. Jaune stares at the blood on the table. She’s a fanatic, sure. But not a monster. Not yet.* Boldrei… show me the way.

Jaune: *His hand tightens on his holy symbol. He recites a prayer, and Channels Divinity: Emissary of Peace. Jaune’s hair becomes windswept and silky, and his deep blue eyes have a faint sparkle. He walks over to the cultist, gently takes her hands in his and uses his divine magic to repair her nose. His voice has also seemed to have dropped a smooth octave.* Please, don’t hurt yourself. There's no need for that.

Cultist: *Blushes hard, now flustered for a completely different reason.* I-uh-Wh-what…?

Cinder: *Looks perplexed at the now significantly more attractive paladin.* What in fresh Avernus is this?

Jaune: We got off on the wrong foot. My name is Jaune Arc, and this is Cinder Fall. What is your name?

Cultist: W-Why do you care what my name is?

Jaune: Because you’re not just a prisoner. You’re a person. And people have names..

Cultist: Uhm… E-Eileen. Eileen Prim.

Cinder: *Holding a hand up to shield her eyes from Jaune’s face.* Oh brother.

Jaune: *Smiles comfortingly.* Good to meet you Eileen. Listen, I know in your own way you have a duty to uphold for your Goddess, and I have a duty to mine. We're not here to stop your master plan or anything like that, I just want to make sure as many people don't get hurt as possible, and to do that, I need to understand what's going on. Please, any little thing could help save lives.

Cinder: *Begins to gag on all this talk of kindness and belief in good.* Lilistor save me now…

Eileen: *Very bashful* W-What do you need to know…?

Cinder: WHAT?!

Jaune: Why is the Cult attacking Greenest? Is there something they're specifically looking for?

Eileen: I-I don't think so. Or I don't know. All the leaders said is that the towns in this area would be easy targets for looting. Our goal was to take as many valuables, magic items, and coins as possible before sunrise. Along with any important or wealthy people worth ransoming.

Cinder: “Towns?” There are other attacks happening right now?

Jaune: How many of you are there?

Eileen: Two other towns nearby are also being raided. Beregost… and Nashkiel? Each with about the same force as you seen here and each with their own dragon.

Cinder: *Straightens up, her theatrical demeanor dropping slightly.* Three coordinated attacks. That's… actually impressive for cultists. And expensive. Dragons don't work for free. What's in it for them?

Eileen: I’m not sure specifically. All I know is that the Dragons do whatever the Champion says.

Jaune: *Still glowing with divine presence.* Tell me about this Champion. What is her name?

Eileen: *Eyes light up with fervor despite her current situation.* The leadership only refers to her as “The Red Lady.” She's always dressed in red silks and golden jewelry. She's… quite beautiful.

Eileen: Rumors around the followers are that she was once a Arch Red Wizard from across the ocean, who made a direct contract with Tiamat herself in exchange for even more power. During the rallies, you can see her body glow when she channels the Queen's power. She can speak Draconic like she was born to it, and the dragons… they actually listen to her. Really listen. Promising a New World Order under the rightful rule of the Dragons, and those who followed faithfully would rule by their side.

Cinder: So. The cult finally found a high priestess with charisma and delusions of godhood. That explains the coordination… and the dragons. *She straightens, her voice low and venomous.* If she's channeling Tiamat’s power directly, we’re not dealing with a cult anymore. We’re dealing with a crusade.

Narration: As if on que, the roar of a Dragon sounds outside the fort, a long with the tumbling of stone and the sound of war horns. Escobert quickly bursts into the room, a panicked look on his face.

Escobert: The dragon is raining lighting on the battlements! And the raiders just launched an attacking force. They have a damn battering ram!

Cinder: *Turns to Eileen.* Well, looks like you may just get your wish to die with the rest of us. Come on Arc, we need to go.

Jaune: *Nods and then remembers something important.* One last thing Eileen. I was supposed to meet an adventurer here, Qrow Branwen. Does that name mean anything to you? Did he have any run-ins with the Cult?

Eileen: No, I haven't heard of that name. B-But there was an adventurer that we captured in the woods near our camp. A drunk druid of sorts wielding a scythe.

Jaune: Yes! That's Qrow Branwen! You mean you captured him? Where is he being held?

Eileen: He's currently in chains back in our camp, out in a small canyon called Blood Gulch. All the raiding parties are supposed to regroup at camp after sunrise.

Jaune: *Smiles and places his hand on Eileen's shoulder.* You've done a great deed, Eileen. I know you can come out of this whole thing a bigger person. *He turns to Cinder.* Lets go. We have to get the others, defend the gate, and figure out how to get that dragon to back off.

Eileen: *As they leave her alone in the interrogation room.* -I’ll just… be here! Maybe we can talk again? Or—you know, survive first! * She buries her face in her hands.*

~O~O~O~O~O~

The keep is under attack! Divide up the team and assign tasks to fend off the attack of the Dragon Cult!

New Contested Voting Mechanics! Not only can you now make multiple choices for your votes, but now we can have votes for multiple tasks!! When ever delegating a character, whichever poll they scored higher in will be the task they undertake!

Vote for Who Defends the Gates! - https://strawpoll.com/PbZqbWq4vyN

Vote for Who Fends Off the Dragon! - https://strawpoll.com/e7ZJaRYXdg3

[didyoutrydynamite]

HOLY SHIT GUYS A NEW REDEEMERS FINALLY OUT! NOW WITH NEW VOTING MECHANICS!!

[mintytrifecta]

Every once in a while I remember Donald duck helped discover/predict methylene

[mintytrifecta]

Yeah no I do mean the writers the writers of Donald duck predicted methylene before it was discovered like two decades later

[mintytrifecta]