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soysaucevictim · 4 months

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Feeling a bit experimental with this eldritch lil shit that hasn't let go of my brain since his debut. :I

Yeah. Remus truly is an intrusive thot.

#pixel spill #sanders sides #remus sanders #body horror/#eyes/

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leafsea · 11 months

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senseless // 5.29.2023

#pink #glitch #glitch aesthetic #glitch art #words #net art #weirdcore #pinkcore #pastel pink #pixel aesthetic #hearts #spilled thoughts #thoughts #liminal #dreamcore #old web #web art

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khaer · 10 months

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black dividers ,,

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slime-t00th · 3 months

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⚡️ş̵̢̤͑͘t̸̩̥̟́̋̈́o̵̢̜̕r̶͓̂̓ͅm̸͍̊•̵̼̬̞̃⚡️•̴̝̋̑c̶̩͎͋l̸̯̜͐ŏ̵̲̭ͅu̷͔̱͒d̴̯̏̆͌ͅ⚡️•̴͔̳̈ ̶͇͛̆⚡️🧿🌀💜🔮 ̷̨̘̱̓̈́💜

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#webcore #glitchcore #guro #body horror #eyestrain #gut spill #neon guro #angelcore #decapitation #transmasc #weirdcore #oddcore #surreal gore #slime art #slime pixels #havent posted in forever hiiiii heres a lil :•)

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anamarievalentine · 7 months

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Welcome to my every expanding hoard of poetry, written and hated by moi

#writers and poets #pinned post #quotes #female writers #writers on tumblr #Ana Marie Poetry #poetry quotes #spilled ink #pixel art #pixelart #pixel #pixel aesthetic #pixel illustration #pixel poems

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bansheemakesart · 2 months

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SDV Fandom Says: ALL EYES ON RAFAH

SDV Fandom Says: FREE PALESTINE

SDV Fandom Says: WE'RE NOT FREE UNTIL ALL OF US ARE FREE

Drawing: [Hard tip brush pen on lined paper]

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winesvein · 22 days

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The hunger and the pine, eyes eyes eyes like a summer's day, I long for your gaze, be it ever fixed upon mine.

—Kali

#mind full of flow #poetry #poets on tumblr #spilled ink #literature #love and deepspace #love and deepspace caleb #love and deepspace xia yizhou #i have absolute brainrot for the pixel man #universe send me a caleb i am begging

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atharyaseen · 8 months

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At the verge of my heart..

#artists on tumblr #ai art #spilled ink #sunset #pixel animation #scenery #small artist

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darewolfdq · 11 months

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NEW SEASON BROUGHT BACK MY PRO TRAIL BOOTS!!! Now I have all the clothing from my OG fit from splat 1!

strip version of the comic under cut

#splatoon #splatoon sizzle season #sizzle season #splatoon art #splatoon comic #my art #comic #videogame comic #videogame art #why does it look like this comic got hit by an oil spill?: thats cuz im glazeing my work to protect it :]#the strip vershion looks like a fist full of pixels while im editing this so i hope to god once its posted it will increse in quality...#cameo of my friend nick. he was my only splat friend for years! ive got a few more now but he will always be the og <3 #i forgot my squids lil star pin for their hair in this comic shhh #its fineee #artists on tumblr

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soysaucevictim · 15 days

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I just felt like drawing Remus again, all fast 'n scribbly. I love this eldritch abomination to pieces, man... orz

Okay, me, didja get it outta your system? Can we write?? ?

#pixel spill #remus sanders #sanders sides

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leafsea · 1 year

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everywhere i go // 5.8.2023

#pink #glitter #glitter gif #pixel art #vent #pink aesthetic #pastel aesthetic #pinkcore #words #spilled thoughts #text #net art #old web

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emoacademic · 2 months

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#iron lung #video game #green #spilled ink #quote #hope #positivity #inspiration #quotes #pixel art #stars #dark academia #Lucille’s Journal #ID #Alt Text

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celosiaceo · 4 months

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Vent writing (gore, body horror and similar purposely uncomfortable imagery under the cut)

Dedicated to the anger of a sex-repulsed asexual

Repulsion

Tongues slithered over each other like snakes fighting to the death, bruises crashed into the neck, collarbones, shoulders and chest aching like they came from punches, redness around the neck from the death grip of stone cold fingers. Uneven rough breaths rushed out between the suffocated gasps and the clashing of sharply chapped lips, humid breaths falling into each other and breaking apart the slimy bridges of saliva.

Clothes fell with metal zippers and buttons ringing against the floor, the pressing of hot sweaty skin against the freezing wall met with a hiss akin to that of near-molten metal being poured over with cold water. Voices hoarse and almost creaky from exhaustion melted into an untouchable lava-like alloy of bitter hatred and sour heat. It was enough to burn ears to a crisp, to burn a bloody flush into faces. Teeth dug into the shoulder, leaving behind two rows of marks from which blood almost screamed its wish to stream out of its vessel confines and onto the skin. With almost enough strength to decapitate, the whole head of hair was forced into a fist and pulled backwards. With enough vigor to tear a throat open, nails dug into the thin skin of the neck in retaliation. With enough hatred to kill an army, both bodies clashed within the freezing darkness, the hairs on their body straining upwards from the cold and the overwhelming pain.

Disgust. Hatred. Detest. Fury.

Scratches. Bruises. Sores. Bites.

Pure repulsion accompanied by intoxication with suffocatingly bitter smoke. Acid burned through tensed muscles as legs wrapped with crushing power around the waist, arms seeking out more skin to scratch and draw hot blood that would only come to mix with disgustingly sticky sweat.

Almost mangled-looking bodies twisted together against the now more heated wall. Squishy and warm entrails contracted, pulsed and squelched, the sounds of the intrusion resembling the spilling of gory viscera and only coming off more sickening with the hissing, growling and howling echoing off of the walls. Animalistic cruelty of violent frictions, the noise resembling rummaging through organs, the skin around the shoulder blades being scratched raw as if it was rubbing against sandpaper was all near vomit-inducing.

The scene was near incomprehensible. Disgustingly unsightly. Its beholding felt like whisking both eyeballs with a dull rusty fork. Like stabbing a splintery stick into the brain and rummaging through it, leaving it a mushy oozing mess.

Revulsion. Loathing. Nausea. Detestation.

The disgust permeated every cell of the body like a deadly toxin, making them try to tear themselves apart with the sole need to spill out all their contents into the empty space, hoping to erase the poison from themselves. Organs tried to twist themselves inside out, burning bile and stomach acid battling to escape the body as saliva pooled and dripped from the mouth in a precautionary alarm. Fingers ticked and twitched with the urge to dig into the eyes and hair to break the skull open, leaving the contents it’s meant to protect pasletered into the wall and leaking down onto the cold floor in chunks with wet plops. Or into the wrists, to leave chunks of skin and blood underneath the already dirty nails to set the blood free to paint the floor with a metallically-smelling crimson. Limbs convulsed, the neck thrashed to break open. Everything wanted to rip open to flee the dread and aversion of the inescapable. That is the only way to scrub off the near sooted burn out of the mind and the world around it. At least that way, it would all be clean of the repulsion.

Lovers twisted and morphed into animals ripping each other apart in a beastly starvation. The reek of innards and the deafening croaking shrieks of supposed pleasure turned into the blood-choked gurgling of near-death. The urge to let the inner organs escape with hard enough pushing on the throat to puke stood in place of any desire. The sight of those same two people clawing each other apart and biting through each other’s intestines would still make a more appealing image. Who wouldn’t rather drown in bleach, searing from the inside out but clean, or be torn apart piece by piece with dull rotting fangs, or have every bone mashed to dust still in their fleshy and bloody confines with a sledgehammer in place of this? This act, which makes it easier to send a bullet through the brain or cut the tongue off than to call it beautiful or, god forbid, loving.

#have no idea why but my 3 am brain is telling me that posting this will make me feel better #ace vent #vent post #frustration i’ve felt for a long fucking while finally spilled into letter-shaped pixels isn’t that marvelous #not feeling well about it at all esp lately for some reason #hopefully tuesday 3 am me is right and I’ll feel better after posting #sex repulsed #sex repulsed asexual

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anamarievalentine · 7 months

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