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@oobbbear

@bamsara

@opudontdonut

@spaciebabie

All the art above belongs to these guys

oobbbear

TUMBLR IN WHAT SITUATION COULD YOU HAVE POSSIBLY MESSED UP THIS BAD THAT YOU GAVE ME NOTIF ON THIS POST 4 YEARS TOO LATE

randomartthings

I'm going to be so real I forgot my blog existed, so you'll never imagine the shock I felt opening it and seeing all these notifications-

#its honestly realky funny to me

Robert is going to wake up with an immensely sore back, but it will be worth it to help keep Sonar company (plus, he's very fluffy, so who cares)

I finally finished another piece that I'm proud of for these goobers :3 I've been making art very slowly lately due to my hand hurting like hell, but I have a few other drawings planned so maybe I'll post those soon

#dispatch #dispatch robert #dispatch sonar #dispatch fanart #mechabat #dispatch game #my only gripe with this drawing is how shitty beef looks...#this one is just so silly to me

First time drawing these two at all :P

#dispatch fanart #dispatch #dispatch prism #dispatch flambae #dispatch game #dont have much to say about this #im correct

I'm slowly learning how to draw the funny bat guy

#mechabat #dispatch robert #dispatch sonar #dispatch malevola #dispatch fanart #dispatch game #she's supportive dont worry #sonar 100% doesnt know how to handle a crush at all like a normal person

This is just how they are, right?

Ignore me coming back out of nowhere just for these two. It will happen again.

#dispatch #dispatch game #dispatch sonar #dispatch robert #mechabat #dispatch fanart #i have been going insane from this game

lumsketch

hornet beats kratt to death with hammers (2025)

randomartthings

#silksong #genuinly hate kratt #should've let hornet just kill him tbh

Slight spoilers for silksong (just a minor reward for somethin)

#silksong #silksong fanart #my art #hornet #hollow knight silksong #god this game is amazing #better than i could nave dreamed of

finnglas

when i was a tiny baby queer (aka a 24-year-old), i went to my first pride festival probably three months after i kicked ex-gay therapy to the curb and came out to my parents. being the people they are, my parents came with me. they weren’t really sure about this whole gay thing, but they loved me and wanted me to be safe and happy and wanted to be involved in what was important to me, so they came along. (i also think my mother still might have thought i might get drugged or murdered or beaten by a protester of which there were plenty.)

anyway i wanted a memento of my first pride, you know, and this one vendor was selling keyrings, and i liked it, so i bought one. do you remember those italian charm bracelets that were all the rage like 10-15 years ago? it was a keychain like that, and it had a rainbow rooster, a rainbow cat, and then just a rainbow, and so I bought it.

i run into my mom a couple of vendors over and she goes oh you bought something? what’d you get? so i showed her, and i was like, “I’m not sure why it’s a rooster and a cat. Seems kind of random. But I liked the rainbows.”

and my mom, who was some form of minister’s wife for most of my childhood and teenagerhood, stares at me like she thinks i’m joking.

“What?” i say.

“…it’s a cock and a pussy, Jules,” she says flatly, and that is the story of how i died at the age of 24 while attending my first pride festival.

finnglas

I love how every June this one gets dug up and passed around again, lmao.

finnglas

oh no is this what we’re doing now

cosmosarcana

if you ever tell me that you go to a chiro this is what i envision them doing to you

mochimars

I hope Nael knows their poem made me cry

inotrope

Rebageling again because... what gets me most about this interpretation is the softness. When I read the poem, I read it as exultant and fierce. The tiger within was the tiger burning bright of another poem’s fame. The tiger destroyed his cage, and who knew what next now that he was out.

Here, we’re given an answer. The tiger steps out and is surprised by the soft grass under his feet, delighted, goes wide-eyed with wonder, and leaps into the meadow. Here, the focus isn’t the cage’s destruction, but getting out, being out, so that the last glimpse we’re given is the tiger now tiny (and joyful!) in the distance, surrounded by the wide green expanse of freedom.