Honestly I'm trying to find guro that has to do with ANY and ALL Marvel characters.

Does anyone have any of pixiv artist リリス's works? I have a few but they've since made all of their works on pixiv private with no way to view any of them.

i guess there was a naming conflict between me and the other YS, which would explain why my thread might have been deleted. no biggie, sorry to him if that was the case.

Dr Ritsuko Akagi sips her tea and looks over the operation notes held conveniently in her clipboard. It is a break for her, not her subject, who may have water right now and nothing else. INTERFACE HEADSETS, still top of the list. Why did she expect otherwise. She taps the tip of a biro near the edge of the name, then scrawls a character. It is not a normal meaning, but she uses it to signify whenever she has a misgiving about the results based on this subject and she wishes to write a paper on it later. The doctor audibly scoffs. Can they really expect a working model gained from this subject will be useful on a person? She dents the paper with a firm tap of the biro three times. I. Think. Not. they signify.



She sets the clipboard aside and stands. The subject is a few passes away from her work desk, sitting in a chair of a mock cockpit. It is nothing like the final product will look like, but its look is no matter. On a rollable desk are the control handles, and a projector shines a fuzzy light in standby mode on the far wall. Around the chair, stand sensor arrays on three-legged bases. The girl, at least that is what shape it is in, holds a small paper cup of water, which Ritsuko pinches by the rim and pulls away. The small hands lower to her lap. "That is enough break, Ayanami. We are proceeding with the interface headsets. In this test, you will complete tasks as assigned to the best of your ability."



Rei does not answer. Ritsuko drops the cup in a bin on her way around to her control console. "Ayanami, answer me when I speak to you and give you an order."



"Acknowledged."

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I've been writing breast-destruction guro stories for ages now but have recently been trying my hand at some evisceration action too.



...which is something that can be found in a fair number of my stories, but this is the first to really focus on it.



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Boobs Saga - is erotic game.

Check on Patreon and Steam.

Boobs Saga - is erotic game.

Check on Patreon and Steam.

I'm okay with nerophilia. I'm okay with the notion that out there, somewhere a kid has sex woth adults and isn't traumatized. Animals? Fuck them. Literally. If you want to.

I'm not ok with torture or rape. I think objective morality is clear as day, though not really "Right" and "Wrong."

Except... well i can be very hateful. Maybe I would torture certain people that i know deserve it. But it would still be evil. I think. It couldn't give anyone enough pleasure to outweigh their pain, even accounting ratio differences, like me feeling a little better is worth that guy feeling a thousamd times worse.

Maybe that rambling made no sense.

My only point for this thread is the notion of an ethical Right and Wrong.

Hello guys is there any other pics of our long lost artist named Kraze? And I'm interested in his headless Type of "device attached to spine and servered heads on a life support" idea Rather than The NBM Magic headless or edits. Could be useful for future inspired commisions soon from the other artists.



Just Like this one in this pic iirc it was his artwork since 2011 from the original gurochan



Thanks

what is the parallel word for "penectomy" in Japanese?

google translate dont seem to cut it...

You're casting a magic spell, making a wish, it's magic that changes probability. Whatever negative thing you imagine, it will never happen again to anyone in this world. Not good people, not bad people, and it can't be forced on someone by another's will (so no executions or murders.)



There is no limit, so you can stop as many deaths or injuries as you want, it can be as specific as you want, you can also choose not to stop any deaths. There are reprucussions. If you say "no one should ever die" then you must also deal with the population.



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I would say, I don't think anyone should ever become injured until their immobile, and die of hunger due to being unable to move.

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Hi



Everyone I am open for comissions

15 per drawing

25 per manga page



you can visit my blog here, I accept pay pal

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is there pics of zombies that had pupiless white/Gray eyes instead of dead soulless eyes.

(pic related)

Autumn wept as she was lead into the room. A cold steel scaffold was erected in the back against the wall, it’s joints configurable so the bound victim could be moved and positioned in any number of ways. A video camera sat on a tripod pointed directly at it, it’s display open and a single red light blinking.



“Oh god, please” Autumn meekly teased out. Tears were streaming down her gentle cheeks from eyes concealed by lengthy bangs. “Please just kill me and get this over with.” she pleaded, but she knew in her heart it would be to no avail. She and the other girls were forced to watch the execution preceding their own, so she knew what horrors awaited her. Just yesterday, she had been taken to this exact room to find one of the other girls from her group strapped to this very scaffold. Over the course of several hours she watched in complete horror as the executioner slit open the poor girl’s abdomen and dumped her guts out between her legs. The screaming and crying and begging of the girl was now stamped on her brain. She cried all night and didn’t sleep for even a moment, her mind in shock from seeing such a tortured and drawn out death. They came for her the next morning.



The moment she saw which room they were taking her to Autumn began to cry and beg. She knew what was in store for her and she couldn’t even begin to imagine what the experience was going to be like. All she knew was that she had to stop it somehow, there was no way that was going to happen to her. But she couldn’t see a way to get out of it. She was handcuffed and deep within a facility she couldn’t even begin to guess the location of. She had no tools or resources, only the cuffs around her wrists and ankles and what little clothing they had been issued, which mainly consisted of a skin tight short sleeve crop top several sizes too small and similar tight shorts. The clothing had hardly been appropriate for the cold nights on the concrete floor of the girl’s cell and they had resorted to huddling together in as they slept for warmth.



As they began to unlock her cuffs, she briefly started thinking about running for the door, but the guards were careful and kept a tight grip on her, making sure to bind her feet to the scaffold before undoing her hands. The scaffold was arranged so that she was standing up with her feet spaced about a foot and a half apart and her arms strapped down by her sides. There were two handles just below the binds which she could grip and hold onto. The middle of the scaffold was extruded slightly, forcing her to push her belly out a bit.

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So, not my first story and not something I started last night. Been picking at this for at least two years now and figure that its as good as its gonna get without outside input. I am gonna be posting this elsewhere (4uckedinthehead on hentaifoundry and AO3.) I will tag as thoroughly as I can think to because theres gonna be a broad spectrum of fucked up in this story. That being said, I probably wont think of everything, so be forwarned. In general, the main themes are cannibalism, slavery, mindfuckery, torture, transformation and non/semicon.



Last thing, I have about another 50k words written, in about 20 chapters in varying stages of completion and polish. If anyone would like to speed up the otherwise glacial rate I will post, hmu [email protected]

If you found this note in a small wooden box with a heart on it, then *congratulations!* You are probably the first person to read this. I didnt really plan on sharing this with anybody, but for some reason I think its exciting that somebody out there, a complete stranger, will come across this note and read my story. Someone I will never meet, sharing such a personal bond with me. Im fascinated that either one of us could die - even as soon as tomorrow - with the other being completely clueless to the fact. To you, my entire life is within this note, and so I will live for as long as your memory can carry me. Writing this, Im wondering if that makes you feel fascinated or violated. Its so exciting.



Im sorry if my story is a bit disorganized, but Id like to get it down while its still fresh on my mind. First, Ill tell you a little bit about myself. Im a first-year college girl and have led, by most standards, a pretty unspectacular life up to this point. I grew up in an upper-middle class school district with decent teachers. I did track in middle school and some of high school, and Ive had two boyfriends. Now, Im studying for a career in occupational therapy, because I feel the field is undervalued and provides tremendous help to people.



Im giving you this background because theres this strange misconception that if you want to kill someone then youre either sick in the head or you have anger management issues. But, its very apparent that I dont fall into either of those categories. Its true that most murder cases are in a domestic setting where someone loses control of their anger or something. But the thing is that those people kill under provocation, whether by a singular outburst or by a slow-burning series of misfortunes. Those people kill because in that brief moment, they want a specific someone, for a specific reason, to be hurt or killed.



What Im talking about is wanting to kill someone for no specific reason, maybe just to see what its like. Do you ever get that? I wouldnt know how others feel, because its not something I ever talked about. But Ive been curious about what its like to kill someone ever since I was a child. Not killing anyone in particular, just a random person. Its always just fascinated me that if I put my mind to it, I can approach anyone, and in five minutes they would be completely gone from this Earth.

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The devils speak to me, though these worms. Sssomething makess them... good conduits for the spirits that pray to me.



Now I have a fine subject. He comes to and glances around, tries to move and realizes his predicament.

He had visions of this, and even now, in the midst of his intense whirling fear, he senses his own disturbed hope that he might enjoy it.

But his fear commands his voice, and a gag smothers it.



His limbs and face are all to be morphed. And so very pained...

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Commission from a buddy of mine. If you want to commission anything from her, send an email: [email protected]
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Alyssa was, in simple terms, nothing short of eye candy-- and she knew it. Walking into the doors of Oceanside’s All Girls Preparatory Academy, she walked with a bounce in her step, and her boobs.

During school hours it was open warfare of the sexual appeal type. Her uniform, a white collared shirt with the school’s emblem on the left breast, was left unbuttoned and exposing cleavage, and her blue and black plaid skirt was just passing in terms of dress code. One could usually find her staring off absentmindedly in class, twirling a lock of her blonde hair around her finger and smirking to herself.

In fact, this type of arrogant and conceited behavior was one of the many things that caused an upstart in Sara’s hatred for her-- the final nail in the coffin was when her boyfriend confessed to cheating with the Oceanside Princess herself. Sara bitterly wondered if the same situation would have happened had she dressed less modestly, showed some more cleavage, and dyed her neatly styled black hair and side bangs platinum blonde. But even still, Sara could have moved on with her life and turned the other way, if not for what happened next.

At one point, not long after her boyfriend had split with her, in a fit of uncharacteristic rage (much different from her usual shy and calm demeanor) she approached Alyssa after class. It was just the two of them there. A few back and forth remarks to the blonde and Sara felt as if she was coming out on top in the word war.

"Hopefully this bitch’ll go and shoot her brains out if I say the right things," Sara recalled thinking to herself at that moment. But whether it was from the adrenaline of the situation, or the rice and beans she had eaten for lunch, her stomach began to bubble.


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This may be long shot but you don't know if you don't try. I'm looking for someone who can draw, or animate to work on Waifu Wars with. Sadly I have no money to commission with so it would be out of the charity of your heart but if you'd like to give it a shot I'd be immensely grateful. My kik is Death Fetish777 and my Discord Vice Dark Lord#0926. If your interested I'd love to here from you and your fight ideas and I have a few of my own

pls anyone know this artist