Great piece by NooserBunLord on Pixiv

Great piece by NooserBunLord on Pixiv

Recent commission I did

Last one for now

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>>29943
These are awesome! Thank you 😁

And one of the young turtle girl talking to the Cheshire kitten.

>>29977
Love it! Just what I was picturing! <3

Unfortunately it is.

It's good now. It wasn't down but the static html you'd see on index didn't build for some reason.

>>24586
That's good news! Glad it was nothing serious!

Please sir, I'd like some more

I hope there is an artist here who wants to make one of the girls in Dragon Ball feel what Teen Goku experienced when he found his right chest had a hole because of Majunia.

>>29944
I've played with "Red Riding Hood" a few times, mentioned in other stories. Obviously in a world where little girls are eaten all the time and consider it something to aspire to, getting eaten per se is not a threat so my "updated" version goes thus:

Red Riding Hood is on her way to Grandma's to be chopped up and hung in Grandma's smokehouse to see her through the winter. The selfish wolf gobbles her up whole so the Woodsman cuts her out of the wolf then goes ahead and chops her up as intended. Thus the wolf's crime becomes not the fact that he ate a little girl but that he greedily and selfishly ate a little girl who was supposed to see her Grandma through a whole winter.

>>29944
With Cinderella, when they see that Cinders and the Prince are truly in love, the sisters and maybe step-mother could offer themselves as their wedding feast to make up for their bad behaviour?

If I understand correctly, 1001 Arabian Nights (AKA Aladin) has beheadings inherent in the story.

>>29961
Amazing! 😍

i found this site through a video about the infamous limbless anime girl drawing by s. zennith lee. despite being a fan of guro, the thought of even lurking on here scared me, most likely because i was still ashamed of being into this. thankfully, i grew a pair of balls, lol! everyone here seems very kind, so i'm glad i got over my silly fear

>>24552
Came here to jack off to guro porn. Nothing is sexier than seeing women get dismembered and cooked.

I don't remember very clearly. It was when the domain was gurochan.ch and imageboards were more relevant on the internet. I've been a fan of gore/guro since I was a little kid
>>24544
the site name is GUROchan and it hasn't changed since 2004. The domain though, currently guro.cx, changed like maybe more than 10 times and and will probably change again someday

10,15 years ago, this was THE place to get your anatomy gore. If you wanted to see a girl having her brain used as a sex toy, this was and still is the only place to find it.

What's there to say? Discovered that I enjoy beheadings while playing Soul Reaver 2. Made searches that revealed whole communities revolving around this sort of quirk. Eventually found Gurochan too.

>>16535
I2I might help if you can draw, at least at a basic level (I cannot), so you can put together a sketch and then turn it into a photo - if the sketch is clean enough it works reasonably well, so this you can pose the characters by drawing those poses.

>>16565
> I2I might help if you can draw, at least at a basic level (I cannot), so you can put together a sketch and then turn it into a photo - if the sketch is clean enough it works reasonably well, so this you can pose the characters by drawing those poses.

I could just trace over some JustSketchMe poses for that, but then, if I'm trying to match a particular character to that pose, I'm going to have to do some more LoRA character training. I've trained two characters so far, didn't get the level of consistency I'd want, and those LoRAs only work with Wan 2.2.

Qwen is the image editor I've used most, but (at least using Ostris AI Toolkit) there wasn't an specific training option for Qwen. I tried to train for SDXL (upon which Qwen is supposedly based) and it didn't woork.

I think Pony (which comes in several variants) looks promising, but I'm not sure how to train a LoRA for Pony yet.

Training on my own RTX 3090 setup is painfully slow, and running training on Runpod can get expensive if one multi-hour training session doesn't work and you have to try again (and again).

>>16424

Actualy that cake looks surprisingly good and acurate breast anatomy! LOL
but anyway prety good results

>>16318
love your works!
bump!

Love seeing those tits sliced open... Good luck! I'm eager to see more.

Anyone?

Does anyone have all of leshawk's comics

The florist had been up since dawn twisting white roses into garlands, her fingers sticky with sap and thorns. She worked in silence, humming occasionally when a petal drifted onto the lace tablecloth spread across her workbench. The order was unusual—four smaller bouquets, one for each bridesmaid, with stems trimmed short enough for little hands to clutch. "You'd think it was a child's wedding," she muttered to herself, snipping the last stem with a decisive click of her shears.

Down the street, the six-year-old was spinning in circles on the front lawn, her flower crown already slipping over one eye. "I'm *dizzy*," she giggled, collapsing onto the grass. Her older sisters watched from the porch steps—the nine-year-old rolling her eyes, the eleven-year-old hiding a smile behind her book, the fourteen-year-old snapping pictures on her phone. "You'll ruin your dress before we even get there," the eldest chided, though her voice was warm. The little one just stuck out her tongue and kept spinning.

The bride arrived in a cloud of perfume and tulle, her smile sharp as a blade. "There you are," she cooed, sweeping the six-year-old into a hug so tight the child squeaked. "My perfect little doves." The girls lined up by height, squirming as their sister adjusted ribbons and straightened collars. "Stop fidgeting," the bride murmured, catching the eleven-year-old's chin between her fingers. "Today has to be *perfect*." Behind her, the groom leaned against the doorframe, his tie already loosened, watching the scene with quiet amusement.

The church smelled of wax and lilies, sunlight streaming through stained glass onto the polished pews. The six-year-old swung her legs impatiently, kicking the kneeler until the nine-year-old pinched her thigh. "Ow!" she hissed, but the bride shot them a look that silenced both. When the organ began to play, the girls rose in unison, their bouquets trembling slightly. The youngest forgot to walk slowly—she practically skipped down the aisle, beaming at the guests who chuckled behind their programs. The fourteen-year-old followed last, her jaw set, eyes fixed straight ahead.

The reception was held in the garden behind the old stone chapel, where paper lanterns swayed between ancient oaks. A string quartet played something light and forgettable as guests milled about with champagne flutes. The six-year-old had already stained her dress with frosting from the cake table, giggling as the eleven-year-old tried to dab it away with a napkin. "Stop squirming," the older girl hissed, but her hands were gentle.

Across the lawn, the bride sipped her wine, her eyes tracking the four girls with a slow, deliberate focus. The groom leaned close, his breath warm against her ear. "They look lovely," he murmured. She didn't answer, just tightened her grip on the stem of her glass until her knuckles paled.

It was the fourteen-year-old who noticed the ropes first. She froze mid-step, her bouquet slipping slightly in her grasp. The others followed her gaze—four nooses, swaying gently in the afternoon breeze. The chairs beneath them were painted white, the handcuffs glinting on the seats like misplaced party favors. The six-year-old tilted her head. "Are we playing a game?"

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The bride clapped her hands twice—a sound like champagne corks popping—and servants emerged with copper basins sloshing with rosewater. "Time to make them presentable," she announced, plucking a sponge from the nearest basin with the relish of a housewife about to scrub her best china. The six-year-old's body swayed gently as the first cascade of water hit her small chest, rivulets tracing down the faint blue veins still visible beneath translucent skin. Someone had thoughtfully tied her hair back with one of the discarded ribbons, and now the wet strands clung to her neck like seaweed.

The nine-year-old's body jerked unnaturally when the cold water hit her thighs, her bladder releasing a final trickle that mixed with the runoff. A maid tutted and lifted the girl's limp arm to scrub the armpit with lemon-scented soap, her fingers pausing to trace the delicate webbing of bruises left by the rope. "Such tender meat," she murmured to no one in particular, before moving on to rinse the girl's feet with the same care one might wash grapes.

By the time they reached the fourteen-year-old, the water in the basins had taken on a pinkish hue. The bride herself took charge of washing her favorite sister, using a silver-handled brush to scrub between the older girl's toes with meticulous attention. "You always hated dirty feet," she chided softly, turning the body to access the small of the back where lividity had begun to set in. The water sluiced away the sweat and urine of the hanging, leaving the skin goose-pimpled and clean.

The rope creaked in protest as the groom sawed through the taut fibers suspending the six-year-old's body. Her small frame slumped forward like a marionette with severed strings, her forehead thudding against the table with a hollow sound that made a nearby server wince. The bride caught the child's hips before she could slide off the edge, her wedding dress absorbing the last droplets of water still clinging to the girl's thighs. "Careful," she chided, arranging the tiny corpse with its arms folded neatly over the chest, as if tucking a doll into bed. "We want them presentable for the carving."

A kitchen boy dragged over the stainless steel bucket with a grating screech that set teeth on edge. The head chef—imported from Paris specifically for this service—tested the edge of his boning knife against his thumb and nodded approvingly at the crimson bead that welled up. He makes the first incision below the six-year-old's ribcage, the skin parting with surprising ease, like the peel of an overripe fruit. Her intestines spilled out in a glistening coil, smelling faintly of bile and the lavender soap they'd used to wash her. The chef flicked his wrist dismissively, sending the organs plopping into the bucket with a wet slap.

The nine-year-old's autopsy proved more dramatic. When the chef's knife slit her abdomen, a geyser of semi-clotted blood erupted, splattering across the groom's starched shirtfront in an abstract pattern. "Marvelous arterial pressure," the chef remarked in thickly accented English, probing the cavity with fingers that emerged slick and ruby-dark. He extracted her organs and tossing it over his shoulder into the bucket.

By the time they reached the eleven-year-old, the bucket was nearly full, a grotesque still-life of childhood anatomy stewing in its own fluids. Her spleen made a peculiar hollow sound when it hit the pile, like a stone dropped into a well. Her other organs follow.

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>>29821
That's the ticket! Can't be letting all that lovely meat go to waste 😁

Nice

Ngl, part 1 was best by far. Need more celebrations like that.

>>17402
Full comic version: (Include bearhug and vore)
https://www.deviantart.com/uuabaaba/art/Chun-Li-VS-Demoness-1-1313453408
https://www.deviantart.com/uuabaaba/art/Chun-Li-VS-Demoness-2-1313458391

"Your target this time is easy prey, but don’t get sloppy. Make sure give her a brutal lesson. Whether you let her live or not… it’s your call."
"Yes, boss. I’ll give her a bearhug she’ll never forget."

MP4 Version:
https://motherless.com/D93A1E2

This character is Linda, the protagonist from one of Sweet Pea Art’s early comics.

MP4 Version:
https://motherless.com/D1A6FE0

>>17453
Two scraps.