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4 Jan, 19:00

Raphael's Final Act — Borislav Slavov

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4 Jan, 18:50

#doodle

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4 Jan, 18:48

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4 Jan, 17:30

لونه کلاغ
#sketch #doodle

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4 Jan, 17:29

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4 Jan, 12:48

Morning shits💢
#fanart #doodle
#undertale

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Rockstar from underfell 🚭

3 Jan, 23:57

Damn

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3 Jan, 23:57

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3 Jan, 23:55

Репост из: Hidden Chat

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3 Jan, 23:36

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How i be talking about these ppl

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3 Jan, 23:04

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2 Jan, 18:17

Репост из: ANSWERS 🦅

Swiss cheese for Fellseat

You seem to like spikes. shiny and edgy, just as they should be. what better than a room full of them?
You're suspended in the middle of a cube by a spiked collar, except instead of the spikes facing outward, they face inward; meaning they're digging into your neck and crushing your windpipes. the walls close around you slowly, agonizingly so, just so you can see the sharp tips piercing your skin and making blood erupt over the shiny surface.
When the spikes do pierce you like a pincushion, they stay there for weeks. hours. how long? AM doesn't let you know. he makes a second feel like a decade for you, your body loses concept of time and doesn't really know when to rot anymore since time has no meaning, maggots wander aimlessly over your skin.
After AM grows bored, he retracts the spikes and lets your nerves and organs knit back together again before piercing from new angles and laughs at you; "THOSE PRECIOUS SPIKES YOU WORE LIKE MEDALS. AND NOW I GIVE YOU EXACTLY WHAT YOU PRETENDED TO WANT. MORE SPIKES THAN YOU EVER DREAMED OF. COLDER. SHARPER. DEEPER. NO SAFE WORD. NO AESTHETIC. NO FILTER TO MAKE THE BLOOD LOOK ARTISTIC. YOU. STRUNG UP LIKE CHEAP JEWELRY ON THE VERY SYMBOL YOU WORSHIPPED."