Would anyone be able to link me the episode where me marvel falls in love with modok in the. Superhero squad show , can’t find it lol , would be appreciated

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I think I found a decent game
But i can not get this game
Please help me

This is a replacement for the story request thread that appears to not have made it through that spammer, I'm gonna open up with a request for that zoo keeper story (I think it was zookeepers 2 or something), which I think was also knocked off the bottom by the spammers

What is so appealing to you people about vore? For me, seeing a dead woman, girl or child laying there and seemingly allowing animals /and sometimes people/ to eat them without crying out in pain and being in eternal slumber or staring off mindlessly into space is somewhat of a turn-on for me.

I even picture myself as the animal or other being doing the eating and having the opportunity to do limited sexual things to the woman/girl/child I'm eating while feasting on them.

This story was originally written by Ravishment University poster Badsammie, who is quite frankly a master of her craft. I am posting it here to help rebuild /lit/ after the fuckening.

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I don’t know why he lets me have this journal. I think its to tease me, to taunt me, that someone will one day know my pain. I always wasn’t like this, broken, beaten, wishing for death or just an end. I used to be human once. I used forks, spoons, even knives. Now, I eat cum, piss, shit, and dog food. I used to have pens, pencils, computers to record my thoughts. Now, I have a soft piece of charcoal.

When he took me, I was 13. I was young, cute, long blond hair. Smooth pale skin. Just starting to grow a chest, to flower, to become a woman. Now, I’m older. I don’t know how much older. Years but how many? I doubt I’m cute anymore, he reminds me daily I’m an ugly piece of shit and I know it’s true. He’s destroyed my body, my mind. My body is covered in cuts, bruises, scars. No longer pale, but shades of black, blue, red, and jagged. My chest is full now, but my hair is all gone. He says only women have hair, not cunts.

I used to have pretty handwriting. He even shows me sometimes, my early journal pages. Even with the charcoal my writing was smooth, with beautiful loops and hearts for dotted eyes. Now, it looks like a small child’s writings, as my hands shake so bad. He’s hit my head so many times I can’t focus anymore and my hands never respond. Even sitting still I tremble. He says they’re tremors and he says it’s because I’m a broken dumb fuck they shake like that. He’s right. He’s right about everything.

His friends came by today. It must be poker night. They have the table in the basement. I take care of them, chained under the table. There is just enough slack in my chain for me reach them and just stick my head out. I take turns, sucking their cocks. They love me enough to cum down my throat, allowing me food. As they drink, they share as well, pissing down my throat. I’m so lucky to have them. They smoke their cigars and ask me to hold out my mouth, tapping their ashes on my tongue. Eventually one of them finishes smoking and he grabs my tit, putting it out on me. I scream as he burns me, but then he gives me more food to eat. It’s hard to chew the butt of the cigar but I do. I never throw up food anymore. Another man puts it out on my shoulder. I cry and thank him. He gives me food too. I feel sick as I chew and swallow it but thankfully I’ve given more piss to drink, even if most of it goes in my eyes and nose. It’s a joke, I can tell because he’s laughing. I laugh with him.

They finish and then they strap me down, whipping me, then fucking me. I tried counting the scars on my back once but then I realized I have trouble once I run out of fingers. I pass out and when I wake up, I think its a different day. The men are different, but they’re fucking me so I’m loved. I cum when they love me. They show that love me for in so many ways. Breaking my nose, choking me out, hitting my head until I cry and stumble about, fucking me until my cunt is swollen shut. I’m so lucky.

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Who here has a background in site creation, site running, etc and would like to co-create a sister website to Gurochan dedicated to movie (IRL but not real) guro? Who is for and who is against this idea?

I was thinking there would be alot more people who would appreciate it, but need to know whos down and some of the cons of this. They website (if approved by you all) would have to have a completely different name than Gurochan and a similar, yet different set up.

I would really like to know your ideas >:D [and I would especially like to here from the moderators aswell (as they would likely be the backbone in this idea)]
>:)


Also, First Post >:D

So I thought of a new idea for a season of Korra that might be fun to speculate about; what if Korra gets revived as a show, but she also gets transported to another alternate universe where women are universally despised and vitriolically hated? Like, maybe she has some new villain that traps her through the spirit world and she has to escape this AU where there was never any female avatar, women are beaten, raped, and killed for different reasons, and where being a woman isn’t even legal.

First things first, how would Korra get to this new AU? And how would she survive her first day?

80s girls with crushed windpipes

Do you ever feel nausea to your brink where you're really sick and could actually puke just thinking hack on things?
Is there anything that keeps you going?
Including even just learning things, reading about genocides and the like, what keeps you up at night?

I've had many nights without a phone to distract me from dread I didn't face.
...yet, but have now and holy fuck I hate it.
To give just an example, I've been mistreated by cops and other intense criminals.. and reading of genocides makes me ponder how I might... go...

There was a pic in the old hanging thread of girls in a claw machine but they’re were nooses instead of the claws, anyone know where to find it?

Im looking for a game that is about or have the concept of chastity in it.
Not text games, atleast something with minimum visuals.

Do you know about a game like this?

Good momson anyone

I think it would be a good idea to post all my stories in one thread, so it doesn't clutter /lit/ and also it is easier for people to read them. Perhaps some people enjoy them xD

Melissa Want To Move Up In The World (M/f, sex, snuff, some gore)

*knock*

There's a brief pause.

*knock* *knock*

"Come in, please!" a man smoking a cigar and browsing through some expenditure reports says in a bored tone.

A pretty and young woman comes in. She's wearing the Snuff Club's uniform designed for the so called Satisfaction Bunny–high heels, a pair of reddish stockings that stop just under her lower thighs. No panties. Her role as a sex doll at the club is to provide the guests with as much pleasure as possible during the snuff show that goes on the stage, so her beautiful and succulent pussy has to be on display. She also has a reddish bra, but the fabric is very thin and molds beautifully around her tear-shaped natural breasts, which are probably D cups. There’s little else that could be considered clothing on her. There’s also a small heart tattoo on one of her butt cheeks. It usually grabs the attention of some customers.

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hi guys. Does anyone have ayaswan's newest works or the full versions of the ones in his pixiv?

Kate was an avid bow hunter. She had learned from her father as a young girl and grew to really enjoy the hunt. Kate was raised Christian in a strict household. Her sister was a beautiful girl and they had always been strangely close. She had improper thoughts about her younger sister for as long as she could remember. They were only two years apart. They had discovered their own bodies together and in their teenage years even masturbated together. As time went on her attraction and guilt grew together.

She was a beautiful woman. She was short and stocky with milky white skin and long flowing black hair that ended around the small of her back. Her bellybutton was low on her body between the start of her wide hip bones. She had fended off advances from men for the past 25 years and her family was starting to get impatient with her. Her future was starting to look very grim from her point of view.

She fantasized about killing her self in all kinds of ways. Strangulation seemed appealing but after looking up what auto erotic asphyxiation victims look like post mortem she started leaning towards more violent impulses. She grew to enjoy the idea of her beautiful white body covered in blood. She started thinking about shooting or stabbing her self while masturbating. She would take a knife and poke at herself as she masturbated.

On a hunt one day she hit a deer a little low in the stomach. It took her forever to track it and when she found it, it was suffering and bleeding everywhere. It took a very long time to expire. She eventually finished it off with another arrow to the heart. She had a thought. Maybe if her death was slow and terrible enough, god would forgive her for taking her own life. She was constantly masturbating and was hopelessly in love with her sister.

Her sister was engaged now and planning her wedding. It was coming up in 6 months. She knew she would be gone forever. Her depression grew and grew. Her vibrator and her weapons were being used non stop. She didn’t smoke or drink much. Her only vice and release was her own body. She focused more and more on her belly area. She loved pushing scissors into her deep belly button until blood ran down in a small trickle. It drove her wild.


She wanted to die. She needed the ultimate release and she was sure she knew how to get there. She searched the internet for ways to keep herself alive a long time. She studied arrow velocities and types. She wanted the arrow to penetrate, but not to go sailing through her body. She needed to suffer for more reasons than she understood.


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If you lads got some dead Pokemon females, post here!

I have fantasies about my sis being snuffed on the loo. Totally out there kinda stuff, was wondering if anyone else had thoughts that sorta aligned

His killer first noticed him at the corner store...he was really pretty, as boys can be at eleven...but as the boy fumbled for exact change at the counter...the man standing behind him was getting an erection as all the man noticed was the eleven year old's beautiful boyish..almost feminine hands...The man knew the boy was going to die right then...and he was already imagining how slowly he was going to kill and fuck him...sucking on those long fingers...biting into the soft meat of his knuckles....The man was flushed with desire...his murder boner must be noticeable, he thought

There's plenty of kill-the-above, kill my character, and other threads in /RP. I know there's rules against real gore, but would using pictures of real people to represent a character's appearance violate the rules?

Hello guys, maybe someone knows about who is the artist of this pictures?