>>30032
this thread already exists

>>30059
Can I get a link bud?

>>3032
>>30059

Like I just want some videos of female khajiit amd argonians getting snuffed. Xvideos, Naughty Machinima they all have nothing.

why are you asking that on /3dcg tho
there is a /req for that

>>30098

Oh is that what requipment is for? Forgive me I'm new to 4 Chan like sites.

>>15958
[Option CA] Keep Running…

**Gotta run, no time to take it off, don't look behind you…

Amanda decided to keep running despite the force tugging on her swimsuit. She gritted her teeth, planted one foot after another on the ground, she could feel the swimsuit being stretched to its limits when whatever's tugging on it abruptly let go as she fell face forward onto the warm wooden floor of the sauna, dazing her momentarily.

She felt something rough and calloused wrapped around her thighs, when she turned her head around she saw the two men are now kneeling beside her, their muscular hands wrapped around her toned thighs, sinister smiles scrawled across their faces.

"Still trying to run?" The men spoke in unison, digging their fingers into the dazed girl's skin. "Let us put an end to that."

An series ear splitting shriek echoed in the sauna room when the two burly assailants pinned her on the ground and forcefully bent her legs in an impossible angle. Eventually, an audible popping sound could be heard when her femurs were brutally ripped out of their sockets. As her screams intensified, they calmed reminded her that she really shouldn't have been running in the pool area and continued to break every other bone in her fragile little body.


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>>15957
>>15959
[Option CB] Strip out of her swimsuit…

Amanda began to peel the shoulder straps of her swimsuit off…

To her horror, the two men's eyes darkened, their teeth lengthened and talon-like claws grew out of their nail beds. For a brief moment the poor girl was frozen in pure terror, unable to believe what's happening in front of her own eyes, when she eventually came to her senses, they pounced on her.

Their sharp claws tore her red lifeguard swimsuit to tatters, blemishing her fair skin with bright red scratch marks. The poor girl kicked and screamed when they effortlessly lifted her off the ground, her screams became howls when the men pulled their swim trunks down, revealing throbbing dicks that are at least 12 inches long and covered in barbed spikes.

In the final minutes of her sorry life, Amanda was simultaneously raped and sodomized by her assailants and their monstrous cocks, as blood and chunks of viscera came dripping out of her violated body, as her vision began to fade, she caught a glimpse of a small poster by the door:

"No Running In The Pool Area"

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Option B

option AB

[Option ZΩ] Ontological Scintillation

Amanda rotates brazenly about the hyperplane orthogonal to the subspace she had occupied thus far. A pulsating, metallic voice rings through her skull, and the all-too familiar warning about hazardous Hume levels plays in a stilted monotone. Yet, heedless of the warning, she continues in her affine transgression, feeling the uneven inertia of her body as its relativistic mass distorted along the gradient line perpendicular to her axis of rotation. She felt as an astronaut slipping past the event horizon of a black hole, without the comfort of the transcendental embrace awaiting her at the center. Finally, her body left the semistable equilibrium it had occupied since her birth, and buckled as its three-dimensional curvature was no longer constrained snugly within its Schumme energy well. Though already distorted by nonlinear Lorentz dilation, she was able to see her upper arms, her left thigh and several of her fingers vanish from sight, leaving clean, round cross-sections floating about her fisheye view. The heads of the nearby swimmers seemed to fade away into infinity as her every disjoint piece floated in roughly in the direction she had been running, rotating in unconstrained hyperspherical orbits about an invisible center of mass. Helplessly, she watched as her breasts decoupled from her chest, passing through her bikini as its straps slipped through her shoulders, having been displaced along newfound coordinates. She couldn't help but blush as she noticed her uterus among the dozens of her internal organs now joining the throng, moving as if attached by invisible springs to her body, if her body were two meters ahead of her.

All at once, she completed one half-rotation, sealing her fate as she was bombarded with isomers of her own organic matter, ranging from merely foul-smelling to lethal. Nevertheless, a smile crossed her lips as the now-corrosive blood began to seep from her hollow casing, disappearing into the unseen void from which she had just returned. With the last of her strength fading, she felt a distant sense of relief. Though it had long since ceased to occupy the subspace observable from the pool area, her disembodied bladder had finally disgorged its contents, freeing her of the burden that had gripped her so abruptly.

<<GOOD END>>

cute anime sluts

>>28827
Now if they were barefoot!

Made by somebody called Here-Kitty-Kitty.

wnt drnk sm

>>8216
Taking the vowels out of words doesn't always make them cool.

Awesome feedback, guys. Keep it coming, i'll probably read everything.


>>15631
Will do… Eventually. Gotta get him away from the vikings first

>>15632
Yeah, made the decision/mistake of moving the backstory to chapter 2 to try to give Chapter 1 a faster pace. Backstory will be in the next one.

>>15633
On the one hand, i'm not against some levity, but it could definitely be better spaced out to maintain some atmosphere. Might remove, but more likely will just make it more rare.

>>15634

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Well, I think the confusion is mainly caused by lack of backstory and voice lines. First of all, who is "I"? What happened to "I"? Why did "I" show up in a Viking house? Who do those bodies belong to? However since you will do some explanation in Chapter 2, I guess those problems will all be solved. As for voice lines, I know how a centurion will attack when he shouts "Īnfirmus" or "incredibilis" out because I have played the game, but for people who don't play the game, they may get confused. For it seems no reason that a man shout something like "incredible" or "the die is cast" out in a deadly battle, right? Also I agree with those voice lines may break atmosphere in your story. Latin phrases are cool, but personally I suggest you to bring them up only when they are suitable for the story. And explanation in parentheses may interrupt rhythm of story.

Viktorius seems fine to me lol. However I think some simple name like "Centurion" will also do the job.

That was incredibilis.

Please i need a chapter 2

>>9442
>Isn't it a bit too realistic and plain if you limit everything to the muscle mass and other body features?

If someone has more strength than her muscles would suggest, then that would make her superhuman, and it makes sense to draw special attention to such a special situation. A person could have a strength factor which multiplies the feats of strength normally enabled by muscles, so someone like Superman could have a strength factor of 100 or 1000 or whatever to specify that his muscles are that much more powerful than muscles of that size would be on a human.

>there is another idea: let's make default number which represents average person 10 or 100 (as 100%)

It is nice to simplify the system and require less math, which makes this approach appealing, but surely people are going to want to know the weight of the character anyway. Height and weight are the two most basic measurements of any person, so it's nice to include them even if we include no other numbers. Having a system to assist with calculating the weight of the character and at the same time specifying the strength of the character seems like it kills two birds with one stone. Knowing the weight and strength of a character also gives people a concept of the agility of the character without needing any other numbers to be given.

>Breast size 50 or 500% (aka 5 times bigger than a normal human)

Wouldn't people more likely prefer to measure breast size by cup size? That seems to be the system in use in popular culture.


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>>9444
>>Knowing the weight and strength of a character also gives people a concept of the agility of the character without needing any other numbers to be given.

If your characters are normal human then yes, this is totally fine, but I suspect that fantasy character looks do not represent their strength or abilities and the fighting outcome is also pretty unrelated to all those stats as well. It is practically all luck based.
But of course, if you only provide basic info like age, sex, size, you will describe a normal human being and its strength can be just assumed to same as every other human all that data is just cosmetic.

And if you expect people to calculate things from the character body size that requires even more math ;)

Using percentage is simpler because you just adjust some standard character, it is way easier to compare them and you avoid problems with different measurement units. (Some people prefer pounds other prefer kilos)


>>Wouldn't people more likely prefer to measure breast size by cup size? That seems to be the system in use in popular culture.


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The following is a prototype character post to illustrate one format for making such posts. Are there any important character traits that would be missed in this format? Are there any parts of this format that aren't useful enough to justify their inclusion? How might this format be improved?

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Trickster (Female, 30, 5'5", 130 lbs, blue eyes, messy blonde hair, D cup, Chaotic Evil)

Bio: Captain Patricia "Trisha" Stocke was stationed at an Air Force base when the world was destroyed by nuclear missiles. She sealed herself in the nuclear bunker while the rest of the base died on the surface. Eventually the loneliness and guilt drove her mad. Now she calls herself Trickster and launches drones to toy with the few survivors who roam the surface, pitting them against each other over supplies from Trisha's vast resources.

Appearance: Never brushes her hair or washes her face. She's naked except for a ragged Air Force uniform jacket and fluffy slippers.

Muscle mass: 42 lbs (32%)
Fat mass: 35 lbs (27%)
Traits: Very extroverted, energetic, lacks sympathy for others

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Here is a prototype male character post, adapted from a short western in /lit/ called "Big Iron". I didn't create this character, but I highly recommend the story as very well written. What advice should we give people before they create a character post using this style?

Original story: >>>/lit/16260

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Texas Red (Male, 12, 4'11", 90 lbs, brown eyes, red hair in two braids, 15" penis, Neutral Evil)

Bio: Texas Red was an orphan in the New Mexico of the wild west, an unforgiving time for a child to be alone. Rather than begging and starving or being abused in an orphanage, Texas Red lived by the gun, killing and stealing for what he needed as a bandit. His real name and the identities of his parents are lost to history; all that is known is that he appeared one day and killed everyone who stood against him. Even after he was wanted for 20 counts of murder, he was often underestimated due to his cute appearance.

Appearance: He camps in the wild, so he has the rough appearance of a cowboy and carries two guns in hip holsters. His hair is uncut and overgrown, but he ties it back in two braids and keeps it clean by bathing often in the river. His face is beautiful and looks totally innocent.

Muscle mass: 35 lbs (39%)

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Everything looks fine I don't have any other ideas what can be improved.

I woud have suggested to give more attention to responses, since that was one of most common issues for the role play as how character is supposed tor respond to pain danger etc.
But you already did it.

I'd love to see your new story, but I'm anticipating a scene with Beatrice so much that I simply must demand another chapter~!

Bump to not lose :D

Just making sure not to lose my stories due to that dgerqwad.

Bump to save from faggot spammer

Man, this story is great.

Was this it?
https://e-hentai.org/g/256304/4731b6a83d/

yup, that was it.

Thanks.

Here - have a cute dragon with a futanari elf resting on her stomach, filled with cultists she's eaten.

A Commission for Vorelover81.

In the future, our brand new alien overlords have a new use for the homeless and poor. Humanity is divided arbitrarily into the have's and have-not's.

These poor girls have been taken from the slums, and are being prepared and having their insides cleansed.

They cry as they crap themselves in their restraints, and are then efficiently bagged and moved to the Feeding Chamber hanger line to await a monstrous fate..

The girls move slowly down the hanger line towards the automated Liquefaction device.

The bags of girl after girl end up under the vat of Alien digestive slime.

It doesn't matter whether they're old, young, pretty, ugly, or even pregnant. All of them die the same way, screaming as they are covered in the viscous green acid goop.

Their bodies are liquefied, and collapse in gelatinous agony as they are turned into a bloody soup filled with bones

At the end of the line in the feeding chamber is an alien overlord, busy sucking the girl goop out of a nutritious bag

It was a beautiful, sunny day, perfect for a picnic.
So a mother and daughter went out to find a nice picnic site.
There was a nice cool spot by the lake, sequestered among the bushes and trees that many villagers from Genkysou liked because it provided a little privacy.

It seemed like a good idea, getting a little food and sunning themselves on such a lovely day. So they left their home in the early afternoon and made their way to the lakeside, searching for just the perfect spot to set up.

Approaching the site, the Mother spotted some villagers, already setting up their picnic site. It seemed to be another mother and daughter, setting up their own picnic site. They spread out a checkered gourdplant weave blanket on the ground and set out their loaves of Gourdplant bread in a nice reed basket.

The mother motioned to her daughter that they should join the other pair in their feasting.

Their lunch went down a treat, still wriggling and screaming as it entered their bellies.
The mother, noticing some leftover food on her daughters’ mouth, lovingly cleaned it off with her tongue.


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Marissa had been tasked by her mother with keeping an eye on her younger sister Chrissy for the day. She really didn’t want to do it, she’d rather be hanging with her friends over at the gates to the Breeding houses, ogling the boys through the windows as they ploughed their harems. Her friend Janey had found a nice tree overlooking the east wing where the prettiest boys lived. If you climbed up to the top branches, you could see all the way into their rooms.

Chrissy was as stupid a little bitch as Marissa could ever imagine. It was a wonder the little airhead had managed to survive as long as she had. She was always daydreaming and walking too close to the Venus Mantraps by boiling girl alley. A lithe tongue had almost grabbed her sister just the other day. But for some reason Marissa still loved her little sis.

Marissa decided to take a walk outside the gates with Chrissy - maybe some free time in the open expanses outside the main compound would do them some good. Chrissy would get to run and play under the brilliant blue sky, and Marissa could take a short nap under a nearby tree.

Marissa had heard that vicious predators rarely ever came this close to the wooden fences of Genkysou, so it should be reasonably safe to take a kip in the shade. She let Chrissy go off and play on the nearby grass.

Her fingers wandered down to her clit and began to stroke herself as she imagined getting pounded by a pretty boy. Soon she was a moaning, drooling mess nestled under the boughs of the oak. Once she’d brought herself to a pleasurable climax, she found her eyes fluttering closed, and drifting off to sleep.

Her dreams were pleasant and ethereal.

She awoke with an unladylike snort. It was already midday now, and probably about time that they were getting back to their apartment in the mass female barracks. Their mother had promised them a nice haunch of roasted bitchmeat for their dinner that night, and Marissa was hoping to get the lion’s share of the delicious crackling.

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Bimpong

Bumping

This is absolutely fantastic! I can't wait to see more of Amy's vengeance on the world.