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peterokii · 4 months
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𝔢𝔞𝔱 𝔶𝔬𝔲𝔯 𝔥𝔢𝔞𝔯𝔱 𝔬𝔲𝔱 ´ˎ˗
[ original character / tw blood ]
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khloxxy · 2 months
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no blood ver. under the cut
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ulysses000 · 7 months
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next night
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kindcannibalism · 6 months
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A scene from my book
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ohmrbandy · 3 months
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Heart in Hands
[This sad guy belongs to @arieava ]
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ceo-of-sloppy-men · 8 days
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[microwave noises]
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dca-coloring-book · 11 months
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[ID Lineart of Moon and Sun. It is hard to determine if they are staring at you or have dark empty eyes. Moon is pulling something stringy and black from his face, Sun is literally pulling at his heart strings. Sun’s chest is open showing a realistic heart within nestled in a rib cage. Both have signs of decay. / End ID]
Line art by @ohno-the-sun
[ Both a jpeg and png file have provided so that a transparent version of the line art may be used ] Visit the @dca-coloring-book to take part and color this image, or add your own line art to the collection!  
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stinkykittypet · 2 years
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Not to diss Casey, but he looks like he think the eggs in the ovaries have shells on them
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melonba11s · 9 months
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some little doodles of Melly/Melon!
She can regrow most body parts with proper nutritients provided as long as her heart seed remains intact, and I wanted to play around for a bit on how the regrowth could work.
I wanted it to be something a little gross and creepy looking haha
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peterokii · 2 months
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Do you have any OCs? If so who are they?
i do!! (tw gore for the first image)
this bitch is my BNHA OC! he's a villain who pretends to be quirkless and owns a casino. his main motivation is money and he's super aroace. he's called Shuishi!!
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this is Danny, my spidersona. he's a trans spiderperson from Earth-2K, which is a version of our universe where Y2K aesthetic never went out of fashion. so he has a flipphone and the spider kids bully him for it. also he's like 30 and he's like a big brother who teaches you stupid stuff.
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i have other OC i havent drawn in a LONG WHILE (2020) like my DnD character, Elric, who's litteraly just a big guy who really likes dragons and is megagay - and Oliver, who was an ooooooold HP OC that got repurposed in the universe my bestie made and he basically does mythical oceanography. also he's irish, trans and megagay as well. and he has a husband.
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choking-on-ice · 3 months
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What should their name be?
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ulysses000 · 6 months
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Day 26 ~ Let The Streets Run Red
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ramenthievery · 2 years
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Paparazzi Murder Party (click for better quality o boy)
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naturepunks · 1 year
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child that is born of one emotion
(commissions open)
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honeyandbloodpoetry · 11 months
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My Gender-Affirming Hysterectomy Journey
❗️❗️❗️Tldr: I wanted to write about my experience and feelings on getting a hysterectomy for both gender affirming reasons and as a medical emergency. There is a tw for suicidal ideation and organ photos are at the bottom. This does not cover everything in my journey of course, and I may write more on my experiences sometime. But this was just a very emotional write-up for me during my recovery s few days ago. ❗️❗️❗️
The lifelong journey to getting my hysterectomy was hard. As of right now, a hysto was the only gender affirming surgery I was interested in--I do experience dysphoria, but am uninterested in surgery. A hysterectomy held a lot of weight for me even before I knew I was transgender. The earliest moment I can recall dysphoria and pain over the ability to become pregnant/expectations of motherhood as an inevitability was in kindergarten. In fact, as someone with CPTSD, it is an astonishingly clear childhood memory. As I got older, the dysphoria and eventual phobia got worse and worse, no matter how hard I tried to stuff myself into a box. My dysphoria began to make my psychosis worse starting I'm high school, it affected my self esteem and bodily insecurities, it affected by sex life and relationships. Within the past four years, the dysphoria and phobia relating to having a female reproductive system began taking over my life and making me so genuinely miserable and honestly delusional over my own body.
All I wanted was a male body. And it felt like the most female and painful part of me was in a place I could never touch, but controlling everything bodily, sexually and mentally about me. Since childhood I was haunted by this and in an indescribable amount of pain. My first puberty hit and I had extreme reproductive problems--less than 15 or 20 periods in my entire life. Extreme pain. Then, starting in mid December symptoms started happening, and in January I started heavy bleeding for 80 days straight. I lost weight uncontrollably (I choose to be fat on purpose and weight loss or gain out of my control is a trigger for ED for me), I was in constant severe pain, I had cramps my doctor compared to birthing cramps, I could barely walk anymore. I fought with our healthcare system as a poor person who's trans wife was recently fired due to gender discrimination and has STILL not found justice to try and get emergency healthcare. I was told how sick I was, and that it was obvious I was at least in precancer stages, and that my entire reproductive system was basically a minefield. It was almost funny that the thing in my body that had caused me the most suffering in my life could be what killed me. My testosterone was also tanking during this time, slowing my transition and causing my estrogen to be higher than I would obviously want. It felt like my reproductive system was destroying me, and honestly it had been for a long time.
As I prepared for surgery and went to appointment after appointment, I had to keep returning to the maternity ward and gynecologist office. I was repeatedly misgendered in person and in documents and even told by an ultrasound specialist that my uterus looked fine and "there's no reason for her to have this surgery". I came out of most of my appointments crying and just wishing I had been born a man, or not at all. My mental health plummeted because I was convinced the surgery would not be successful, and overall my dysphoria was at an all time high. I never told anyone because I was ashamed, but the first gynecologist from my usual community clinic who referred me to a wider network basically walked into the room and told me I had cancer because I was fat and misgendered me the whole time. I did not tell anyone because I was ashamed and embarrassed, but my surgical team and other doctors have been amazing and let me know this was astounding medical malpractice. Still... all of these appointments really drilled into me and just hurt. It got very bad for me and I was unsure how to reach out. I felt like I was so wrong and bad inside and out, and that even my sickness was a burden. I was not sure how to go to anyone, but my suicidal ideation had gotten worse and worse since December and was beginning to peak to something that felt out of my control. It was terrifying, and at my breaking point I scheduled therapy and made the decision to go back on antipsychotics.
The day of the surgery, I felt resigned. I had hope, but I was also scared of what might happen. I have a notoriously frail body and was scared I would not make it through surgery. Or that it would be unsuccessful and... then what? I just held hands with my wife and sang to her in the car on the way there and let her love just sit with me. I hadn't slept a wink the night before and it felt like I was in a state of floating. As I was being prepped for surgery, I felt still. Somewhere in between. I got to be held by Millie one last time and I said a prayer to the diety who has walked beside me since childhood. As I was put under, all I could think about was going home and playing some video games and cuddling with my wife. Being peaceful. Being loved. Nothing wild or crazy or outlandish. Just peace.
Maybe being free of this burden.
When I woke up from surgery, the first thing I did was look around then down at my hands. My first thought was "I'm alive". After struggling so much with being suicidal, it felt so happy and real and I felt so happy to be here. I leaned my head back on the pillow and swam in and out of sleep for some time. I had no idea if my surgery was successful for an hour or so, but I was in pain and somehow felt at peace, like I knew. I finally felt like I was resting for the first time in a long time. The surgeon came to my bedside and told me that the surgery was a complete success--not only that, but it was astonishingly smooth and easy, one of the best surgeries she had ever done. I smiled and just thanked her and told her this was all I've ever wanted since I was a child. She almost cried and told me she was so happy she could help me.
Millie hugged me so tight when she could see me. We were both so relieved and so happy and I just got to tell her how happy I was. It was just tear filled joy and peace and the feeling of finally everything is okay. Finally something has went right. I will never forget how happy I was to see her and tell her it was successful (even though she knew before I did) and the feeling of wholeness I felt. Coming home really felt like coming home--plus, I had my amazing friends Nathan and Suyin there to help care for both of us and make an amazing dinner. I felt so warm and so loved and so OKAY. I'm learning to let people in and it is such a warming feeling, especially during recovery.
It's been a little over a week since my surgery and my recovery is going smoothly. My body is a lot stronger than I thought. I started my new medications yesterday, and while this isn't suddenly a cure all for my mental health, it genuinely feels like a huge weight has been lifted off my shoulders. My gender affirming healthcare is inspiring me to keep going. It saved my life in more ways than one. This dysphoria is no longer active--it is now a past trauma I can healthily process. I can now feel right in my body, right in my sex life, right in my gender identity in a way I never have before. Despite the mood swings that come with menopause and despite the pains of recovering from surgery, I feel more happy and whole and not-in-pain than I ever have in my whole life. I have never experienced gender and body euphoria like this before! I just feel...complete.
I am really happy I held on and had hope. I am really happy I fought my way through the medical system to get this surgery. I am happy I get to live my life with this healthcare. I look at the little boy me still deep inside my heart and hug him so tightly because WE DID IT! This feels like a new chapter to my life that I am incredibly happy to get to be here for. It's honestly difficult to put the gravity of all of this, both the euphoria, dysphoria and pain, into words. But I wanted to try.
I am unsteady, but I am okay. I am happy. I am free.
I AM NEUTERED BAAAAABY
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kindcannibalism · 1 year
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Drew some more bugs, cicadas this time.
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