Kat's Gore Blog @felisandfiascos - Tumblr Blog

As a heads-up, I’m going to be remaking this blog pretty soon in the future, so if you want to k33p following my gore/nsfw art PM me and I’ll let you know what’s going on with it

felisandfiascos

Okay, all my old art has b33n saved, even the things I’m not too proud of, so I’m eliminating all chances of regret. I’ll remake the blog either tonight or some time tomorrow.

As a heads-up, I’m going to be remaking this blog pretty soon in the future, so if you want to k33p following my gore/nsfw art PM me and I’ll let you know what’s going on with it

A counter to my previous post-- Nail Caps are a good alternative to Declawing

#declawing #nail caps #a good method fur recovering is letting yourself say something negative #and then countering it. not necessarily with positivity #but with something else good that happened in your life to prove that the bad thing was/is over

#body horror #vent art #declawed #abuse #the images used to make this were free to use btw i checked copyrights and all that #this is metaphorical but i don't mind at all if it's reblogged with the intent of 'actual declawing' which is also very bad #the image is. based off something my ex said

It was a heaviness low in his chest at first, and then a discomfort, and then a sickness.

A churning, too-hot feeling inside of him, low in his chest and high in his stomach. He coughed, thick and heavy and loud that became hacking, and all at once he realized it was all wrong. Bile, black, oozing, poured out from his mouth. It tasted like sickness. It tasted like blood. It did not taste like puke or acid like one would expect, like what should come out of your stomach. And there was a burning sensation in his eyes, and he started to cry only his tears weren't made of water, the burning was the black bile coming out through his tear ducts, dripping heavy out his nose like a putrid sinus infection. He took a shuddering breath and again it poured out of his mouth, and his nose, and his eyes, and he started crying real tears that stung in the wounds the oozing black bile had created, he choked on it, he inhaled its scent and it smelled like blood mixed with sickness, it smelled like all his failures that had been liquified and shoved down his throat. And when he was finally empty of it, when he stood shaking and hollow and staring at the black and burning slime that covered him, that had stained him, he knew there was nothing left for him. There was nothing left for him, and that horrible scene he had just been thrust into, it would happen again. And again. And again.

#vent art #i GUESS #you can reblog this if you wanna!#blehck i n33d a diffurent blog fur my vent stuff i'm sure this is getting annoying #emetophobia