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[PRE-ORDER] Hadestown - "His Kiss, The Riot" Acrylic Charm - HAMBURRIT0's Ko-fi Shop • PRE-ORDER ITEM. CLOSES APRIL 30TH. • 2.6" x 3.3" Clear acrylic charm • Artwork by HAMBURRIT0 [MAR 2026] • Character is from the musical, "Hadestown"...

[fanart] PREORDERS FOR MY HADESTOWN CHARM ARE NOW LIVE, ENDS APRIL 30TH
this is my first time ever doing something like this, please be patient with me!
🌹 ko-fi.com/s/0c416925dd 🌹

#artofhamburrit0 #artistsofbluesky #hadestown #hadestownmusical #hadestownfanart #hadestownhades #kofishop #kofistore

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I am unfortunately obsessed with this thing...

#tadc

4 weeks ago 148 23 3 0
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if wrestling is fake explain this

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Illustration of Sheog bearing down menacingly on Urvall and Renkora for International Women's Day 2026.

Illustration of Sheog bearing down menacingly on Urvall and Renkora for International Women's Day 2026.

Happy International Women's Day!
#IWD #DISMALIA #commission

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Portrait of Renkora, crouching low with her decapitator battle axe in arm. Illustrated 2021.

Portrait of Renkora, crouching low with her decapitator battle axe in arm. Illustrated 2021.

Conquerer of the Sanguine Sea.

1 month ago 9 5 1 1

I'm no longer talking to either of these people nor letting anyone influence me like that again. Whole thing was actually fucking miserable.

1 month ago 0 0 0 0

Oh yeah I should mention reason this acc acitivity has been weird is cause like my roommate had this crazy fuck ass crashout and left me and their partner to go homeless and shit just got worse between everyone so now I'm in my own place. Still got shit to figure out a lil better now at least.

1 month ago 0 0 1 0
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Shelly, of the Shelleton Squad!!
#maleghast

5 months ago 601 142 5 1
"FLEE ALL YOU WANT, MORTAL MUTANT. YOU ARE ONLY PROLONGING THE INEVITABLE!" 

The Gaunt Gargantuan Ghoul growled ghastly in pursuit of the indomitable Belial absconding its domains with shivering haste, flooding the crumbling cyclopean hall of columns with miasmic fumes to drain the life out of the Sanguine Goblin. Savoring his succulent vigor and grace by gnashing its lipless mandibles cravingly, a deafening grinding of bone crushing teeth from a bile dripping maw that frightens further the already horrified Belial mutant, his polearms all corroded by the fetid fog that rust metal and rot flesh. 

Surpassing the voracious legless Demon in speed and agility, the cacophony of phantasmagoric moans and bone snapping spoil his sense of direction, quickly losing the trace of his companions who all got pulled by the malignant orbit of their own dreadful Demons.

"The Baneful Flame remembers, oh Sanguine Belial, and you are branded by that hand you brandish so proudly. Your soul is scarred by scorch just like my land was devastated by that sorcerous scourge. Your oppressors! Your magicians! Defilers of the fair sovereigns of these lands with their barbarous powers! Repent! Surrender your flesh and blood to me! Let me liberate your errant soul from that mutated prison of a body!"

Rumbling ruinous fires engulfed the vast abyssal halls, chasing both the intrepid Slayer and its gigantic grotesque predator, desperately looking for a way out of the flame tide's trajectory. Crooked clawed hands of the gnarly giant nearly grasping at Deadhand with a radiated touch, before fending then away with his cleaver.

"FLEE ALL YOU WANT, MORTAL MUTANT. YOU ARE ONLY PROLONGING THE INEVITABLE!" The Gaunt Gargantuan Ghoul growled ghastly in pursuit of the indomitable Belial absconding its domains with shivering haste, flooding the crumbling cyclopean hall of columns with miasmic fumes to drain the life out of the Sanguine Goblin. Savoring his succulent vigor and grace by gnashing its lipless mandibles cravingly, a deafening grinding of bone crushing teeth from a bile dripping maw that frightens further the already horrified Belial mutant, his polearms all corroded by the fetid fog that rust metal and rot flesh. Surpassing the voracious legless Demon in speed and agility, the cacophony of phantasmagoric moans and bone snapping spoil his sense of direction, quickly losing the trace of his companions who all got pulled by the malignant orbit of their own dreadful Demons. "The Baneful Flame remembers, oh Sanguine Belial, and you are branded by that hand you brandish so proudly. Your soul is scarred by scorch just like my land was devastated by that sorcerous scourge. Your oppressors! Your magicians! Defilers of the fair sovereigns of these lands with their barbarous powers! Repent! Surrender your flesh and blood to me! Let me liberate your errant soul from that mutated prison of a body!" Rumbling ruinous fires engulfed the vast abyssal halls, chasing both the intrepid Slayer and its gigantic grotesque predator, desperately looking for a way out of the flame tide's trajectory. Crooked clawed hands of the gnarly giant nearly grasping at Deadhand with a radiated touch, before fending then away with his cleaver.

The Indomitable Knave Vrak Deadhand strode intrepidly across the ruinous expanse, his confidence harshly depleted by the encroaching eldritch elder Mystic Demon emerging from between the serpentine columns, heralding a mantling miasmic aura of decay defiling all in its wake. @cubicskull.bsky.social

4 months ago 19 9 1 0
The indomitable knavish arsenal of Vrak Deadhand, code named the VRAKSENAL. Ultimate equipment load out for extremely hellish environments and intensive hunting campaigns that require a near replenishing of weaponry after they are warped and broken against the hide of chimeric horrors. Despite his diminutive size, the Sanguine Belial is deceptively stronger, as long as he maintains an unhealthy diet of intoxicant ichor Elixirs, spiced up for flavor that puts his mind at edge the edge of mortality. 

Prying into his lost memories that flash back into his frontal brain matter, from electrical signals long lost during regeneration of his brains during the most grievous of wounds to the noggin. In order to tap into his repertoire of seemingly infinite intrepid feats of finesse, Vrak Deadhand needs to be at a constant near death experience when Hunting, risking himself while always pulling out of the maws of certain doom at the last moment, the closer the better. As a stream of techniques comes flowing back into short term memory like the secretions of his glands. 

An euphorically ecstatic process, for he delights in experience his entire life in every moment. Such is why he seems to have an otherwise unexplained uncanny affinity with so many variants of pole arms and martial stances. In order to increase his chances of survival, he accumulates luck in the form of enchanted charms and talismans that he keeps on his person an weapons at most times when Hunting, or displayed in his precious manor back at Phobos. He became a vortex of good fortune, absorbing the luck of others to empower his own self destructive slaying style.

The indomitable knavish arsenal of Vrak Deadhand, code named the VRAKSENAL. Ultimate equipment load out for extremely hellish environments and intensive hunting campaigns that require a near replenishing of weaponry after they are warped and broken against the hide of chimeric horrors. Despite his diminutive size, the Sanguine Belial is deceptively stronger, as long as he maintains an unhealthy diet of intoxicant ichor Elixirs, spiced up for flavor that puts his mind at edge the edge of mortality. Prying into his lost memories that flash back into his frontal brain matter, from electrical signals long lost during regeneration of his brains during the most grievous of wounds to the noggin. In order to tap into his repertoire of seemingly infinite intrepid feats of finesse, Vrak Deadhand needs to be at a constant near death experience when Hunting, risking himself while always pulling out of the maws of certain doom at the last moment, the closer the better. As a stream of techniques comes flowing back into short term memory like the secretions of his glands. An euphorically ecstatic process, for he delights in experience his entire life in every moment. Such is why he seems to have an otherwise unexplained uncanny affinity with so many variants of pole arms and martial stances. In order to increase his chances of survival, he accumulates luck in the form of enchanted charms and talismans that he keeps on his person an weapons at most times when Hunting, or displayed in his precious manor back at Phobos. He became a vortex of good fortune, absorbing the luck of others to empower his own self destructive slaying style.

The hunt for the scourging serpent was arduously appalling but spectacular nonetheless. The hired muscle of the Indomitable Goblin Mutant carved and mauled through the scales of the ornate ophidian, its head severed, perfect for the triumphant posing. Immortalized & framed, now he only needed to hang it on his manor, once one of the Hunters in the group painted it from memory. The inscription on the frame reciting the words that echoed in the dunes by twilight in the Dismal Lands. 

"Lick your blades, my wretched kin! Turn your faces upwards to the sanguine skies! Take the blood, pick the bones, clip the claws and the horns! You'll live to prowl the Dismal Frontier another day, dear killers! Let's haul this gracious fiend and lay it on the Butcher's table! He'll make a fortune out of it!" 

Shouted the Sanguine Belial, gazing at the coming dawn, right on queue for their retreat to the citadel. Flag dyed in his blood for the wardens of the walls to recognize them as the caravan of the Butcher's Company, returning from work. 

You may ask "who is he posing for?". The answer is a dozen exhausted Hunters that did most of the killing. Not for nothing, his weapons are pristine and not stained.

The hunt for the scourging serpent was arduously appalling but spectacular nonetheless. The hired muscle of the Indomitable Goblin Mutant carved and mauled through the scales of the ornate ophidian, its head severed, perfect for the triumphant posing. Immortalized & framed, now he only needed to hang it on his manor, once one of the Hunters in the group painted it from memory. The inscription on the frame reciting the words that echoed in the dunes by twilight in the Dismal Lands. "Lick your blades, my wretched kin! Turn your faces upwards to the sanguine skies! Take the blood, pick the bones, clip the claws and the horns! You'll live to prowl the Dismal Frontier another day, dear killers! Let's haul this gracious fiend and lay it on the Butcher's table! He'll make a fortune out of it!" Shouted the Sanguine Belial, gazing at the coming dawn, right on queue for their retreat to the citadel. Flag dyed in his blood for the wardens of the walls to recognize them as the caravan of the Butcher's Company, returning from work. You may ask "who is he posing for?". The answer is a dozen exhausted Hunters that did most of the killing. Not for nothing, his weapons are pristine and not stained.

One would behold this tense prelude to pain that the Indomitable Knave is about to experience, arrogantly in respite while in the middle of a Hunt for a Horneye Behemoth that's about to demolish his one high ground and pummel him relentlessly. But in the goblinoid's mind, he is hyper aware of the present moment and is already confident that his luck will make him thrive and survive the coming charge of the fiend, even if the endurance of torturous mutilation is inevitable, he wouldn't have it any other way. His Sanguine mutations shall regrow any natural wounding that comes out of this chosen lifestyle, which determines his hunting style, one of deceptively relaxed disposition against the dangers that Demons bring forth.

The Indomitable Knave embodies the intrepidity of Goblin's Guile, an attribute given to Grotesque Demons that crave carrion and scavenge the wastes opportunistically, biding their time with skulking tactics before pouncing ruthlessly upon their exhausted prey. Unburdened by his accumulation of fortune, he is the luckiest Belial mutant in all of Dismalia, always seeking to increase his charm by cutting off the most peculiar parts of Demons and taking them to his most trusted hexers. The incantations imbuing all of his gnarly talismans absorb the luck out of other beings, Demons and kindred alike, thus making Vrak a being hard to kill but one that attracts suffering and death wherever he trails. 

He has nothing in his past weighting him, for he exists exclusively in the present. He disregards the future because the moment is the most enriching essence of life, passionately empowered by a reckless impulse to break through any limiters that would make other Hunters doubt and stumble. Vrak Deadhand's past is a mystery, one that he never cared about unfolding and would rather carve his own destiny.

One would behold this tense prelude to pain that the Indomitable Knave is about to experience, arrogantly in respite while in the middle of a Hunt for a Horneye Behemoth that's about to demolish his one high ground and pummel him relentlessly. But in the goblinoid's mind, he is hyper aware of the present moment and is already confident that his luck will make him thrive and survive the coming charge of the fiend, even if the endurance of torturous mutilation is inevitable, he wouldn't have it any other way. His Sanguine mutations shall regrow any natural wounding that comes out of this chosen lifestyle, which determines his hunting style, one of deceptively relaxed disposition against the dangers that Demons bring forth. The Indomitable Knave embodies the intrepidity of Goblin's Guile, an attribute given to Grotesque Demons that crave carrion and scavenge the wastes opportunistically, biding their time with skulking tactics before pouncing ruthlessly upon their exhausted prey. Unburdened by his accumulation of fortune, he is the luckiest Belial mutant in all of Dismalia, always seeking to increase his charm by cutting off the most peculiar parts of Demons and taking them to his most trusted hexers. The incantations imbuing all of his gnarly talismans absorb the luck out of other beings, Demons and kindred alike, thus making Vrak a being hard to kill but one that attracts suffering and death wherever he trails. He has nothing in his past weighting him, for he exists exclusively in the present. He disregards the future because the moment is the most enriching essence of life, passionately empowered by a reckless impulse to break through any limiters that would make other Hunters doubt and stumble. Vrak Deadhand's past is a mystery, one that he never cared about unfolding and would rather carve his own destiny.

The Indomitable Knave, luckiest Demon Hunter in all of the Dismal Lands, organized a harrowing heist at the hellish fortress of the Chimeric Conqueror where its abominable advisor orchestrates their ravaging rampage across Dismalia from the comfort of a spire of marrow. The Devil Baron of the Six Eyed Royalty, having taken refuge amidst the ranks of the Tyrant Samiginus, coveting and pondering a precariously precious INFERNACLE. An artifact of arcane power unparalleled, concealed within the maw of its torso. 

Climbing the marrow spire atop the burning bastion was no easy task yet crawling his way down and out will be the true ordeal for the Indomitable Knave who awaits predatorily and patiently for the Regal Devil to pass through the gates of his chambers. With the aid of his reanimated Demon Limb of a Mount, the Dead Hand Crawler, tamed through necromantic rituals and some alchemical transfusions for blood commanding its lifeless nerves, made the infiltration a smooth affair. Wasting no energy in traversing the halls infested with raging Demons awaiting for their next raid. This is but a simple extraction, thievery of the finest quality. One swing, one snatching move to grasp the ethereal relic and only one way out through an alerted Pandemonium. 

Goblin's Guile shall lead the way, fortune be on his side after kissing and pleading to the Brazen Witch Hand hanging from his neck. Little did the Indomitable Knave knew, this hunt would be the closest calls he'll ever have, experiencing not just near death, but an obliterating oblivion.

The Indomitable Knave, luckiest Demon Hunter in all of the Dismal Lands, organized a harrowing heist at the hellish fortress of the Chimeric Conqueror where its abominable advisor orchestrates their ravaging rampage across Dismalia from the comfort of a spire of marrow. The Devil Baron of the Six Eyed Royalty, having taken refuge amidst the ranks of the Tyrant Samiginus, coveting and pondering a precariously precious INFERNACLE. An artifact of arcane power unparalleled, concealed within the maw of its torso. Climbing the marrow spire atop the burning bastion was no easy task yet crawling his way down and out will be the true ordeal for the Indomitable Knave who awaits predatorily and patiently for the Regal Devil to pass through the gates of his chambers. With the aid of his reanimated Demon Limb of a Mount, the Dead Hand Crawler, tamed through necromantic rituals and some alchemical transfusions for blood commanding its lifeless nerves, made the infiltration a smooth affair. Wasting no energy in traversing the halls infested with raging Demons awaiting for their next raid. This is but a simple extraction, thievery of the finest quality. One swing, one snatching move to grasp the ethereal relic and only one way out through an alerted Pandemonium. Goblin's Guile shall lead the way, fortune be on his side after kissing and pleading to the Brazen Witch Hand hanging from his neck. Little did the Indomitable Knave knew, this hunt would be the closest calls he'll ever have, experiencing not just near death, but an obliterating oblivion.

The advent of the Waking Century in the Dismal Frontier has come with the rise of a particular kind of Demon Slayer. Opportunistic problem solvers, brokers and networkers of Dismalia's underbelly. Tempered by suffering and avarice, hunting by their own terms as thieves of fate. The Indomitable Knave

7 months ago 11 7 2 0

Dusting off my socials and actually using them again on my own terms after the fucking hell hole that was my last living situation. I'm so fucking glad to finally have my own space alone.

1 month ago 0 0 0 0

I was rooming with necro before they had their meltdown and have seen several exchanges of them making posts from the couch on their pc lol. Their spouse asking to make a post then Necro agreeing to make said posts isn't following this supposed hijacking/puppeting narrative

3 months ago 1 0 1 0
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[fanart] i love my goth dream jesters caked up for no reason ♥️✨🖤
#artofhamburrit0 #artistsofbluesky #nightsintodreams #nightsjourneyofdreams #nidreala #njodreala #nightsfanart #seganights

4 months ago 12 5 0 0
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[fanart] NiGHTS' turn 💜✨💛
#artofhamburrit0 #artistsofbluesky #nightsintodreams #nightsjourneyofdreams #nidnights #njodnights #nightsfanart #seganights

4 months ago 13 4 0 0
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[fanart] felt compelled to draw silent salt with a quote from dragonheart ⚔️
#artofhamburrit0 #artistsofbluesky #cookierunkingdom #crk #cookierun #crkfanart #silentsaltcookie

4 months ago 17 5 0 0
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All elemental dragons 🔥❄️⚡⛰️🌊🌪️

#fantasy #worldbuilding #dragon

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The idea is that these three are counterparts to the first three, so they have the same elements, although I'm still debating whether to go with that option or give them their own elements.
But so far, they are ice, fire, and lightning, respectively.

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Tremendous beast from a bygone era adorned with colorful sail like plates on its spine, a tail with thagomizers the length of an arm, and small skull holding and even smaller brain.

Tremendous beast from a bygone era adorned with colorful sail like plates on its spine, a tail with thagomizers the length of an arm, and small skull holding and even smaller brain.

Stegosaur, Who lived in Utah Ages ago, is a freak of nature

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<i>Cymbasoma</i> sp. Floating amidst the ocean's plankton is a tiny monster, it has no mouth and it must mate, after which it will give birth to a new generation...

I've written a post about a tiny monster, a copepod which is monstrous by name and by nature.
It has no mouth and it must mate. As a juvenile, it lives in the body of a worm, and when it reaches adulthood, it pops out like a tiny xenomorph.
#Invertebrate 🧪
dailyparasite.blogspot.com/2025/11/cymb...

5 months ago 81 27 3 0
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[fanart] i really like the funny vrchat sardine/worm
#artistsofbluesky #artofhamburrit0 #nightcrewvr #roflgator #vrchatmarcus #marcusvrchat

5 months ago 10 5 0 0
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totally normal sonic wym

5 months ago 3 0 1 0

Realized he kinda wide in this lol

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Shitty lord x sketch before bed. Have only had a literal handful of times to actually draw because of Irl shit I've been dealing with but still trying to make art to destress

5 months ago 4 1 0 0
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The goat

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EVERYONE SHJUT THE FUCK UP

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we'll be living off of the bloodroom for the next 3 months now stop crying and hop in bitch

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A man with a huge to-scale model of a Carcharodontosaurus head

A man with a huge to-scale model of a Carcharodontosaurus head

Got informed about some sad news. Garfield Minott, a prolific dinosaur modeller, special effects and palaeoartist, recognised for contributions to the description of dinosaur binocular vision, passed away at age of 58.

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