>>6414
In the comic "the youth of John Difool" (more or less) there was a scene that featured this

This seemed like the best thread for this gal

Oh, I have more than a few of these sorts of pics. I always thought it was really cool, I hope some of it appeals to the OP! Not easy to find, man

If I find more in passing, I'll pop them up here, but my hardrive is a mess and I can only search through it so long. Hope there was something in that dump OP actually wanted

OP here: thank you so much! These are amazing!

My god some of these are so beautiful

This is the last of what I've got.

This thread is beautiful

This is pretty much my favorite thing, so thanks OP.

Unfortunately, I don't have anything on this comp to share, but on some previous incarnation I recall a beautiful short manga about a young lad (I think) being slowly consumed by a fungi/some invasive plantform. Can't find it, but, hey, if anyone else knows it...

Can't resist putting a little Ginko in here--I know there's a preference for women being fucked up on gurochan in general but here I am anyway.

>>11637
OP here: there's no strict sex rules for this thread. I just want more of the theme, regardless of sex, species, etc. Thanks for your beautiful contributions!

Aaah I adore this sort of thing. I'll dump a little and hope there's something that you enjoy/haven't seen before, OP.

Dunno if this one breaks the no furry rule so I will put it as a link. By the same artist as the attached image, unfortunately they don't seem to have a scanner. fav.me/d8ci997

This artist has several images in this theme. I'll just put one more.

This artist has some other things that aren't quite what you are looking for but might still enjoy. sojom @ DA, not sure if they have other galleries anywhere.

This wasn't exactly what I hoped, but it's something.

Man I wish this fetish had a name so it could be collected or at least found easier. Found a new one by happenstance, though.

Here's an old favorite of mine saved from one of Gurochan's older incarnations.

Homestuck: the gift that keeps on giving.

I have loved and followed this thread since it was first posted. I have no pictures, but a poem. Perhaps some of you might like it:

The Surgeon at 2 am

The white light is artificial, and hygienic as heaven.
The microbes cannot survive it.
They are departing in their transparent garments, turned aside
From the scalpels and the rubber hands.
The scalded sheet is a snowfield, frozen and peaceful.
The body under it is in my hands.
As usual there is no face. A lump of Chinese white
With seven holes thumbed in. The soul is another light.
I have not seen it; it does not fly up.
Tonight it has receded like a ship's light.

It is a garden I have to do with --- tubers and fruit
Oozing their jammy substances,
A mat of roots. My assistants hook them back.
Stenches and colors assail me.
This is the lung-tree.
These orchids are splendid. They spot and coil like snakes.
The heart is a red bell-bloom, in distress.
I am so small
In comparison to these organs!
I worm and hack in a purple wilderness.

The blood is a sunset. I admire it.
I am up to my elbows in it, red and squeaking.
Still is seeps me up, it is not exhausted.
So magical! A hot spring
I must seal off and let fill
The intricate, blue piping under this pale marble.
How I admire the Romans ---
Aqeducts, the Baths of Caracella, the eagle nose!
The body is a Roman thing.
It has shut its mouth on the stone pill of repose.

It is a statue the orderlies are wheeling off.
I have perfected it.
I am left with and arm or a leg,
A set of teeth, or stones
To rattle in a bottle and take home,
And tissues in slices--a pathological salami.
Tonight the parts are entombed in an icebox.
Tomorrow they will swim
In vinegar like saints' relics.
Tomorrow the patient will have a clean, pink plastic limb.

Over one bed in the ward, a small blue light
Announces a new soul. The bed is blue.
Tonight, for this person, blue is a beautiful color.
The angels of morphia have borne him up.
He floats an inch from the ceiling,
Smelling the dawn drafts.
I walk among sleepers in gauze sarcophagi.
The red night lights are flat moons. They are dull with blood.
I am the sun, in my white coat,
Grey faces, shuttered by drugs, follow me like flowers.

-Sylvia Plath

>>13701
That's a lovely poem. Glad to see other people love this thread as much as I do!

Here's something new found on Twitter.

Ava's Demon (comic which the OP image is related to) has given us a gift today!

gif of the flowers growing out of Ava's mouth

Anyone got anything with flowers growing out of vaginas?