So I am posting two images from hentai website, but seems to be cut off (also can't read Japanese, so need translate).
I know Verdun has a profile on pixiv, but can't find any related pictures to the ones I am posting.
Any idea where it is from?

Hey, are there other sites with these kind of arts and stories? Ones where you can post without account or without email.

I imagine yoshi’s (guro wise) like they’re the lowest species of them all. They are a pathetic, yet sexy, species and they all have this derpy blank expression. Yoshis in this world are differnet besides being a female and futa only species, they like to fuck each other day one. Every time a female yoshi lays a egg and a egg about to hatch, another bimbo yoshi appeared and they fuck like mother and daughter. Yoshis liked to acknowledge that their a pathetic species and are happy to being killed by bimbo predators because they know they are are a degenerate species.

But their is hope. A secret hideout where these SMART yoshis are realizing that they are in danger and must escape the island full of dumb yoshis and sexy predators. These smart yoshis have to survive from dangerous situations by Bimbo predators. If they get killed, raped, or die by an obstacle they magically respawn and try to avoid it all together. In order to survive the dangers of the preds, they have to find a way to get out of the island. If they won, they will land on a island full of slutty lesbian birdos looking for some yoshi girls to fuck.

Source pls!

Enjoy. It's an upsetting history, but undeniably hot. I'd love to see some /lit/ set during the Ming dynasty.

https://www.ancient-origins.net/history-famous-people/ming-dynasty-concubines-life-abuse-torture-and-murder-thousands-women-007965

Nice to see so many great artists here.
My name is Ozomashidesu and if you like my art you can find me on Pixiv (this name).
Hope you enjoy.

Heather kicked her heels off after a hard day of work. Her white socks which where a size too small clung to her sweaty feet, which shapes could clearly be made out from beneath the socks. She let her red hair fall down to her upper back and let out a soft moan as she sat down on the hotel's chair, her voice almost unnaturally light. She slid out a photo from one of her black dresses hidden pockets. Her full, red lips curled into a smile as her green eyes surveyed the Asian girl who couldn't have been older than seven the picture was off. The girl had made an easy target, and though the assassin hadn’t the slightest idea why anyone would want her dead, she enjoyed doing the job. Though Heather was almost in her forties, she didn’t look a day over twenty-five. Her black, low cut dress hugged her body tightly, emphasizing both her C cup breasts and large firm ass. Her legs were slender and pale, and her arms much the same. Her face was pale and delicate, especially her nose. She stood with another groan as her back popped several times, but suddenly she felt her breath being taken away. Heather yelped as she felt the wire slip around her throat and ganged as it tightened around her. The assassins socked feet stumbled backward as whoever held the wire pulled her, before her attacker finally sat on the hotel's bed, pulling Heather into their lap. And then Heather heard the voice she never expected she would hear in a situation such as that one
“You’re getting sloppy mom” Katlin, the daughter of the assassin said. Heather went wide-eyed as she kicked her socked feet frantically and gripped at the wire. Suddenly she felt a tongue that she could only imagine was her daughters, run across her cheek. “Back when you were training me, you would have beaten me for how pathetic of a job I was doing, hiding from you. I was expecting you to notice me the second you walked in the door, and maybe put up a little fight. But this mom? Jeez, you’re really losing your touch” Katlin said in a mocking tone. Heather felt hot tears run down her cheek as she finally started to grasp the reality of the situation. Her daughter, her own flesh and blood daughter who she raised since she was a baby, was trying to kill her. Not only was she trying, but from the looks of things, she might succeed. She didn’t think she could break Katlin’s grasp of the wire, and she couldn’t find a weapon close enough to grab. She started to elbow her attackers’ side but couldn’t let a hit with much power

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Too much disparity among it all here. Teenagers don’t get enough love as victims among the snuff community~ but I’d love to see more!
This place is for any kind of snuff or torture featuring any character under the age of 18, male or female.
Cooking vore, beheadings, execution, hanging, share it all :)
Furry stuff is permitted (as far as I’m concerned, I’m a furry) but keep it to a minimum here.

Using the old name because of the age of the protagonist. I also have another Pere Fouettard story in the works but ran out of time today! Like many of my stories, this one has been kicking around my head in one form or another for a few years. Hope you enjoy!

Pt 1

Dinah stood behind the glass, looking out at the sea of faces peering at her and wondering if she should wave or just stand stand still and let them look. The pretty, olive-skinned nine year old who had long dark hair, big dark eyes and was just on the right side of chubby had visited this museum many times in the past, like everyone from her town and others near by, and had spent a fair amount of time looking through this very glass. Just never before from this side, and never before in the nude!

Given the almost total lack of other attractions in the town and the relatively broad scope and low entry cost of the museum, it had been the location of nearly every school trip and bad-weather family outing she could remember. Whatever they had officially come to look at, no visit was complete without a trip to the display for which their strange little local museum was nationally famous.

Lined up, behind thick glass, as they had been for over a hundred and fifty years, were twelve naked, human figures, six male, six female, arranged in pairs according to age and intended to show the physical differences at different stages of development. The first two, on a raised platform, were very young babies, almost new-borns. Next was a pair of young children around the age of four or five, then a pair just before the onset of puberty, aged somewhere between nine and eleven, then a pair in their mid-teens, a pair of young adults, maybe nineteen or twenty years old and finally a middle-aged couple. Such displays were not, in themselves, so unusual. The Natural History Museum in London had one similar with single-colour, anatomically correct mannequins and similar displays could probably be found in museums of a scientific inclination all over the country but there was one thing that made the display in Dinah’s local museum totally unique.

Instead of mannequins and wax-works, the figures were the preserved and mounted skins of real people, their skeletons displayed behind them so their inner structure could be compared with the outer. A plaque by the side of the babies, bearing the official story behind the figures, explained that the people who had been stuffed were cadavers purchased from among those who died at the local work-house by a public-spirited local businessman, keen to advance the knowledge of science and human biology among the working classes. There had been rumours for and speculation for many years, however, fuelled by the occasional report of the discovery of a diary, account books or a death-bed confession and mostly prompted by the generally healthy appearance of the specimens that they had not simply suffered a fortuitously coincidental collection of accidental and natural deaths but rather that living people had been purchased from the Workhouse authorities before being killed and skinned to create this famous display. It was observed by those who speculated that this would be consistent with the way the upper echelons of Victorian society viewed those beneath them.

For her part, it had never really occurred to Dinah to engage in such speculation and, like most girls of her age had spent most visits simply giggling at the willies on the male figures, especially that of the teenage boy which was surprisingly small compared to the young man and made even funnier by the confidence of his pose. She knew most of the boys liked to look at the boobs on the teenage girl and young woman and that everyone laughed at how saggy the middle-aged woman’s were, since she had borne several children. When she was very little, she had thought they were real, living people just standing very still, much like she was doing now, and wondered if they ever got hungry or bored and if they minded being looked at with no clothes on. As she grew older she had come to understand that they were dead people by how they had died or why these particular people had been chosen had never really bothered her. After all, they had been dead a very long time so did it even really matter?

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Looking for art of heads cut in half, preferably horizontally.

hey everybody out there! i am new to this and made my first gore peace. i am thinking of setting up a payment method so i can do custom pieces for people

the charge will be $150 for art.

let me know what you think in the comments below

Greetings denizens of Gurochan, I am MissSabby; you may also call me by my pen name, Sabrina Bowman.

Some of you have probably seen me, and my stories, on Fetnoir. I will now be writing stories here, as well.

Pretty much all of these stories will be new and fresh, but I probably will import some of my Fetnoir stories at some point. I can’t guarantee it’ll be soon, or that I’ll import them all at once.

A lot of these stories, but not all of them, will generally feature myself in scenarios that I cannot write about on Fetnoir; namely, stories where I’m younger than eighteen (currently 26 irl), or pregnant. So, I’m issuing a pedo and teen warning for anyone who scrolls down further. My age in-story will hover between eleven and fifteen, but can go as low as eight (the age I started thinking about sexual things, and close to the time that my darker fantasies started to develop as well.) However, many of my stories will include other victims, who may be much younger than that.

The other warning I should give concerns pissing and scat. I tend to be realistic, and, realistically, death is messy. Though, post-mortem urination is common in many of these stories, shitting isn’t. I don’t have a scat fetish, so there won’t be much focus on it outside of making death scenes realistic; if shit or piss ends up on/in someone, it’s merely because of where the bodies ended up the moment they died. If I have a post-mortem sex scene, I will either skip mentioning of the victim shitting themselves, or have their rapist clean them up before sex.

As for sex scenes, some stories will have them, others will not; I won’t force a sex scene into a story just for the sake of having one.

Now, let’s get to some stories.

Anyone know any manga/art where the girl loves the pain and masturbates at the same time?

Can be anything. Hanging, amputation, shooting, stabbing, futanari ball crushing, stuff like this.

BTW souce of image is https://hitomi.la/doujinshi/shijimi-chan-uchuu-ichi!-|-shijimi-chan-is-the-best-in-the-world!-english-1014140.html

two mens eating mermaid still alive japanese manga
anyone know?

Looking for the rest of the Pages if anyone knows the name that would be awesome.

Decoration- Eyeteeth

does anyong have this artist's other works?

This is the single greatest guro image ever made and the artist is a total mystery, no one knows who they were, or where they went.

Could someone translate the words Iroha is saying please? Iroha is being released for Samurai Shodown as DLC so I want to celebrate through Knowing what the Fuck she is saying here lol

Работа называется "Дольчеттка", другие работы можете найти тут: https://www.pixiv.net/users/12489335

Latest comic looks amazing, where do I find it