#genital art

[rainbolicchaos]

Small pieces of me

[rainbolicchaos]

٩(*❛⊰❛)ʓਡ～❤

[auvtre]

vinnie on a bed, oc. 2024

happy tdov!

[prokopetz]

Public statues with well-polished noses because people can't resist the urge to boop the snoot and public statues with well-polished groins because people can't resist the urge to rub some nuts are not opposites, but expressions of the exact same impulse.

[eldar-of-zemlya]

I've noticed that in many fics, Spock is often depicted wearing boxers or briefs, even though in this fic, he has a genital sheath. Personally, I think it makes more sense for Vulcan males to wear something closer to traditionally feminine cuts of underwear, given this variant of biology.

So, here’s my take on different designs for Vulcan male lingerie!

+ bonus Spock

[lgbtqtext]

[mercurials]

some adopts!! reply or dm to claim :3

painted dog - taken cow - available

[bluepandadraws-log]

Nakey Pomni

[shsl-analyzer-guy]

got a totally random rush of Emotions about Chihiro's gender so hi let's talk about how the entire account of Chihiro 'totally being a cis dude guys' is told by Monokuma, the guy that later goes on to fake a suicide note and falsify an entire class trial just to be pissy. Ah yes top 10 most reliable narrators ever of all time, yes, yes, very convincing

Not to mention in the exact same fucking motive he's very obviously purposefully warping the truth and lying to the cast's faces?? Within the 'embarrassing memories' motive Mondo's is a warped version of the truth. "Mondo killed his own brother" but he didn't, and just about everyone is able to grasp that one. He indirectly led to the accident, but Daiya made his own choices. So wouldn't the same logic apply to Chihiro's motive? "He dresses like a girl but actually is a boy" sounds like you're actively warping her own life experience to send her into Despair.... which is Monokuma's primary character motive.... crazy how that works........

And now, a compilation of every line Chihiro delivers in her own backstory, without the narrative padding from Monokuma explaining to you why this is totally her hating being a woman and wanting to be a man

"Now nobody will be able to say anything about 'even though you're a boy'..."

"I'm... weak... Weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak, weak...!"

"Now's my chance..."

"I'm going to get stronger... and accept who I am..."

"Strong enough so that when someone says 'even though you're a boy' it'll be okay. I'll get better!"

"Maybe talking to Mondo about it will help give me some courage..."

So yeah, once you pull out the unreliable narrator. You get like, 6 lines total. 1/3 of which specify that she IS AFRAID of people saying "even though you're a boy". Now, call me crazy, but if we're genuinely arguing that Chihiro is a cisgendered man, why the hell would she say the equivalent of "I need to accept being a boy. Gee, I sure hope no one calls me a boy while I do so!" That's. That's inherently contradictory. More than anything, looking at Chihiro's lines as the most reliable source of Chihiro's thoughts about herself, it starts to look less and less like a man who wants to rise above being gnc and be a true manly man, and more like someone who's about to get fucking outed and mocked by Monokuma and trying to do damage control, steeling herself to be called a man and strengthening her mind and body to prepare for said outing.

Earlier in chapter 2, Chihiro is already thinking of starting to try working out, but is too afraid to enter the lockers because she's well-aware she can only enter the boys' locker rooms. The inference that Makoto comes to is that Chihiro is an individual trapped in a killing game that couldn't defend herself verbally in the library the morning prior, and is visibly the physically weakest in the class. Ergo, perhaps she wants to be able to defend herself better? Well, neither of those facts that lead to said inference magically change after the discovery of her dick, so perchance, the reason she wanted to get stronger was still so she could defend herself both verbally and physically?? The ONLY reason you'd have to come to the conclusion she wants to reconnect with her assigned sex is because she is being actively threatened into it by Monokuma's motive, or if you take Monokuma's story at his word, that he'd speak respectfully of the dead. Just like he did with every other character in that game, right?

Also, it's worth noting that in the actual conversation-turned-spiral between Chihiro and Mondo before Chihiro's death, neither Chihiro nor Mondo actually talk about Chihiro's gender, only her strength and desire to destroy her weakness. Yes, Mondo is using he/him in the voiceover, but the entire class is atp, and again. Using that as genuine evidence falls flat because we see in that very same scene that Mondo WAS NOT completely present for that conversation. He saw Chihiro's willpower and spiraled, conflating Chihiro with his brother and lashing out in a ptsd-induced blackout.

Also also, if you're gonna argue Chihiro has no reason to need to get physically stronger unless it's to be more masculine, A) Sakura exists in the same game, and B) please god look up any statistics on the amount of violence trans teens receive. That alone is a perfectly reasonable justification for a trans woman to want to be able to defend herself, especially when locked in a place where you cannot escape your potential aggressors.

TLDR Chihiro is legitimately more believable as a trans woman, and every intervention attempting to explain otherwise comes from a character defined by his love of twisting the truth for the sake of causing suffering. Hi hello does anyone hear me

[aestheticallycatholic]

Your phone pinged while you were walking home with a text from Art

Whenever you were walking into a different mood than usual, he did his best to let you know so you were prepared when you got home

but you rarely received mood texts like this

he texted you ‘⛓️🔪🧎🥺🙏’ which you took to mean he was feeling submissive

you pocketed your phone, humming to yourself, and pondering all the things you could do to a supernatural entity that got off on pain

when you got home, Art immediately tried getting your attention, and you just shrugged him off - this was all part of the game, you ignoring him until you were ready because you weren’t about to let him have any control in this situation

you walked to the bedroom, Art trailing behind like a lost puppy

without needing a verbal command, Art knew he had to strip as soon as you both entered the bedroom

as he was stripping, you kept your back to him until you heard the rustle of the bedding as he got into place

you turned around and walked over to the nightstand, reaching into the drawer for a set of metal handcuffs

you broke your silence to bark an order at him, “On your knees, hands behind your back.”

he quickly obliged, seemingly grateful that you had chosen to acknowledge him

you put the handcuffs around his wrists and closed them as tight as you physically could

for anyone else, it would’ve been painful, but for Art, it felt good

“Stay.”

you left Art alone in the bedroom to grab a knife from the kitchen - one you had gotten specifically for him so he’d stop playing with your cooking knives

you returned to see Art with his head down, and ass resting on his heels

he perked up as soon as he heard you return, and his cock twitched between his thighs when he saw the knife in your hand

you take a moment to bask in the rare sight you were witnessing

at any moment, Art could break out of the handcuffs and kill you, but he chose not to

instead he chose to trust you, and let you lead him instead

knife still in hand, you pressed your face against the spot where Art’s shoulder met his neck, and took a deep breath in

he smelled like sulfur and campfire but you wouldn’t have it any other way

his skin was like a heated blanket against your face and that’s another thing you loved about him

while you were getting your fill of Art’s intoxicating scent, the hand not holding the knife snuck down to his cock

even soft, he was decently large in your hand

very slowly, you started stroking him until he was fully hard in your hand

you considered dropping the act and just having your way with him but that wouldn’t be nearly as fun

you pull back, and look at Art, who’s already looking a little flustered

you take the knife and press the edge against his throat

little beads of blood well up under the edge before you pull back

you look over Art’s entire body before deciding on his forearm

you unlock one of his wrists and make him hold it out in front of himself

you press the blade lengthwise against his arm

and you yank the blade down the length of his arm as hard as you can

the knife, despite being on the dull side, leaves behind an impressive wound that weeps blood at a rate that would be alarming for anyone other than Art

Art wordlessly howls as you open his arm, he hangs his head, chest heaving, and cock leaking from the pleasure seeping through his body from the injury

after a moment, he locks eyes with you, and gives you a look that can only mean more

and you are nothing shy of happy to oblige

you turn your attention towards his leaking cock

and bring your knife down to it

ever so gently, you start carving lines into the underside of his cock, each one bleeding worse than the last as you get closer to the base

Art has a grimace on his face and his eyes shut as you play with his cock

“Open your eyes, I want you to watch me.” you order, tossing the knife aside

he reluctantly opens his eyes and watches as you wrap your hand around his abused cock, and start stroking him, using a mixture of precome and blood as lube

soon enough, he’s tapping your unoccupied hand, looking for your approval to cum

and since he’s been such a good boy, how could you say no?

you wipe a mix of cum and blood off on the bed, telling yourself you’ll switch the sheets later

you take the other handcuff off Art, and toss them aside before helping him stand up so you can get him to the bathtub

he’s already healing, but you feel like a monster if you don’t take care of him after being rough with him, so you draw him a hot bubble bath with his favorite rubber ducky, and give him a hand getting in

you grab a washcloth and dip it in the hot water so you can scrub the drying blood off his mostly healed wounds

while you bathe him, you quietly talk about your day, and ask how his was, before giving him a lingering kiss and telling him in excruciating detail just how much of a good boy he is and just how much you love him

[notnaruse]

sona redesign i love being a bad bitch

[auvtre]

encouter with the oracle, oc. 2023

[prokopetz]

I've got a lot of respect for artists who just refuse to engage with the genders-versus-genitals tagging discourse by tagging for genders but not genitals. There's dudes, there's ladies, there may or may not be dicks, every piece is a fun surprise.

[eldar-of-zemlya]

What can be better than Jim speaking Vulcan? Jim speaking dirty in Vulcan.

You can find the uncropped version here.

[wetvett]

can you do jax omo?

you bet

self plug,, if you like my art and would like to get a piece from me thats more than just a sketch, pls commission me over on v/gen!

I will happily draw omo/ piss kink / a lot of other kink stuff as well, even though it doesn’t mention that in my TOS lmao

[claymarrows]

my very own termina oc… and her moonscorched form.