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to celebrate the ides of march this year tumblr decided to stab its users in the back

#SORRY I HAD TO MUTE THIS #TOO MANY NOTIFS #jester rambles #tumblr #textpost

Part way through Avids The Flight SMP vod 1, and my first thoughts are "emo twat" and "vsmp Owen would be so proud"

#jester rambles #the flight smp #tf!avid #vsmp owen #the flight

PPT SPOILERS, VAGUE SPOILERS FOR THE PROTOTYPE

#art #jesters silly art #digital art #jester rambles #poppy playtime #the prototype

He puts the mecha in the man, And the man in the Mecha ⚙ Yapping below cause it's a lil long

This is also known as "local gay barely survives drawing white man" by one of my friends [lol] I honestly drew him three times before I could really throw myself into it and it still took a lot of time. I genuinely like Bob Bob but like man need a hug and therapy...among many other things. I thought about posting a lil more about what i've added since working on these as my lil headcanons, it'll be some common place stuff and some not so much, and if anyone reads this my other images will be edited with more too! So off the rip: scars, yes they're recognizeable but you're telling me that this man, who is a hero, gets into scraps with metas, gets tortured , and seems to minimally care for himself doesn't have them especially around his hands that he works with? Hmm.... 'Sure,Jan." So He's got things like scarring on his knuckles and fingers from reaching into the mech bare handed not just from fighting. Yes he has scars on his wrist from struggling against restraints he probably has more on his body about it, he's also got lil scars from IVs. I genuinely headcanon this man has left hospitals over and over again, his focus is the mission and not his personal health. Robert has probably signed more AMAs before joining SDN with thier probably good health insurance. He has a cane for chronic pain, ambulatory aid use is a thing for him and you can't take that from me as someone of the same vein. He's got a lot of greys and faded hair cause stress, stress, and more stress. I think he shaves the underside because it was probably thinning out at one point. A close up detail is that he has a developing cataract from repeated blows to the head. Since he's human he's squishy like that but again the medical system is pretty good in the dispatch...verse??? Honestly I can believe for a lot of universes the medical system is better then 'here' but like it's not perfect. I don't see a lot of fan art of Robert in his jacket too, its usually his hoodie , i like to think it's his father's sometimes wow, this went on for too long and I still have a whole Saturday ahead of me

#robert robertson #robert robertson iii #dispatch #dispatch fanart #digitalart #illustration #fanart #jester rambles #my headcanons

Ashnikko you can’t make me cry on the same album you talk about mermaids with hole it’s not allowed.

#OKAY JOKE MADE TIME TO RAMBLE #The production on this album was OUT OF THIS WORLD nearly every song had me dancing and it had my brain swirling like somebody stirred it #With a spoon.#I really couldn’t pick a favorite because they’re all so phenomenal but I loved Chichinya; I Want My Boyfriends to Kiss; and of course #The last two songs on the album… golly.#If anyone read all of this good job you get my respect #ashnikko #ashnikko smoochies #jester rambles #time to go back to sleep okah

Antis creating moral panicking over fiction will never not be funny to me because imagine just minding your own bussiness and someone comes to you saying "oh my god you need to unfollow this artist they made child porn!!!"

And when you ask for evidence or where they heard about that they pass you the callout post and the child in question in this fucking thing

#jester rambles #proship

Begging myself not to elaborate on this, but I am thinking about pegging Folio.

#folio thots #jester rambles #tbd #sitting on my hands to keep myself contained

. “Dev0ti0n in M0tley” .

Original Poem by M&rryTh3J3st3r

Ah, to be loved by the king and his court— to be seen, to be heard, to be touched by their grace. To be shoved, and thrown, and kicked through laughter’s roar; to be mocked and made to mock, a mirror for their cruel delight.

I exist for insult and applause alike— for the sting of their jeers, for the trembling art of pleasure. When the curtains fall and the torches dim,my craft does not end upon the stage.It slips beneath the silk and sweat, where the jester becomes confessor, and the art of laughter turns to sighs.

And yet—how I love these talents of mine:the body’s play, the voice’s grace,the sacred service of the fool.

The court may use me as it wills, but he—oh, he, the king— he is the sun for which I burn. His hand may strike or linger, his gaze may sear or bless, yet I am undone beneath it.

I love him still. With heart and flesh and foolish soul, I love him still.He calls for joy, and I am joy incarnate; he calls for sin, and I am the sin made flesh.

Let him take me, ruin me, crown me with his scorn—for I am his devoted jest, his sacred plaything, his worshipper in motley. And though I am the fool, it is he who rules my ruin, and I who make his soul rejoice.