A few assorted pics and stories from the artist bobuzi

“Come in.” Mrs Thomas smiled at the young girl on the doorstep. “Thank you so much for coming over.”

“Is everything okay?” Beth asked a little nervously, stepping into the large, elegantly-decorated hallway. She had been babysitting for the Thomas family for almost two years. She loved the children – five year old twins Percy and Jennifer, but had always found the parents a little intimidating. In truth they had been nothing but kind and polite to her but they were a fair bit wealthier than her family and she had never seen Mrs Thomas without full makeup and dressed as if she expected to be called to a wedding with only a few minutes notice. She worried they judged her for her more modest background, older clothes and usual lack of makeup.

Beth was fifteen years old, a few months shy of her sixteenth birthday. She was not especially tall but neither was she remarkably short either. She was just average. That’s how she viewed everything about herself really. Her red hair had a natural curl to it but no particular style, her lightly-freckled face was pretty but was unlikely to ever grace a magazine cover. She was actually quite proud of her figure which was trim yet curved in the right places but tended to hide it most of the time behind tom-boy clothing. She did well enough in school but was not top of the class, was a fairly good drawer but nowhere near professional standard and could sing passably but nobody ever suggested a music career for her. Beth was almost aggressively average, and happy that way.

She normally babysat for the Thomas twins two nights a week, Thursday and Friday. Thursday night was the parents’ dance class that they attended together and on Friday they each had their own social clubs they liked to attend. Occasionally she would be asked to watch the children on other nights and was even sometimes invited to the family’s garden parties but more, she realised, as someone to help keep the children occupied than out of any genuine desire for her company.

This was the first time she had been asked to come over on a Saturday, however, and she was a little worried. She had played Friday evening over and over in her head ever since she got the call, trying to think if she had said anything to one of the children, chided them too sharply or perhaps over-indulged them in some way that might have given the parents cause for complaint. Nothing she could remember seemed out of the ordinary. She had given them dinner, put them in the bath but never left them unsupervised and then the three of them had watched a Disney movie on the sofa until it was bed time. The small children had gone to bed without complaint and enjoyed the story she read them – one of their favourites from a book she had ready many times before, and had been asleep when she went back to check on them around twenty minutes later, little more than half an hour before Mrs Thomas had got home, paid her and seen her out with the usual cheery farewell about seeing her next week.

But then the phonecall had come. Mrs Thomas has said there was something they needed to discuss quite urgently and could she come over? Although she had no particular plans for the day, Beth had still not particularly fancied taking time out of her Saturday to call by, especially if she was going to get shouted at. She has asked if it was something they would maybe talk about on the phone but Mrs Thomas had insisted it be face to face and, as if to get round any potential objections she may have, told Beth that the conversation would likely not take any longer than an hour and that she would pay for her time at the usual rate. Figuring that she might as well go and find out and that, if her employer was upset with her, she wouldn’t have offered to pay her to come over and would most likely have driven round to her parents house to have it out with her there, Beth had agreed and told Mrs Thomas she would see her in about half an hour.

Her parents had been in the living room when she went to the door, watching her rather unexpected little brother play with wooden bricks on the carpet and making sure he did not try to shove them too far into his mouth!

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Hi anyone on here who is interested in designing and development of a program for making videos related to "everything" on this site gore related and all types of allowable materials to be done without restrictions, go ahead and do it

She has been caught by the underwater barnacle. What will happen to her?
Find out in the full video: https://mega.nz/file/tEJwQChC#406O7xTrtPjFaWTmnrgdFFhc3bRemLxms5MzTYTaCvY

The artist used to be hosted on some site named pilotsuitfetish way back

Tage - Cannibal/consensual/semi-con/teen/boy/dolcett/snuff

Boy Barbecue
By
Edward Hyde
“Have you heard of a Sidney party?”

The question had seemed innocent enough, asked of Timothy by his mum over dinner on an otherwise unremarkable evening about two weeks earlier.

“Yeah,” he had replied without thinking about it too much, “it’s a party for a girl who’s going to cook soon where she gets together with her friends and everyone dresses up like Sidney and they play dumb games and have some fun.”

“Ah, right!” His mum had nodded thoughtfully. “That makes sense! Janice at work was telling me about trying to organise a Sidney party for her Megan and I know they’re planning on cooking her for their wedding anniversary in a few weeks.”


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Anyone know who the actual artist is behind this clip?

https://www.redgifs.com/watch/mediumseagreenwideeyedarctichare

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Kiriko shorts but Hashimoto wins

"NO ONE THREATENS THE HASHIMOTO"
Full Animation with sound: https://www.dropbox.com/s/2d5vd04tiibstbb/Full%20Kiko%20Anim.mov?dl=0

Some of you experienced the link not working because it got disabled temporarily due to too many people viewing the video. I will make an extra copy and post It here: https://www.dropbox.com/s/n7slcdz3cm8bwei/Full%20Kiko%20Anim%20copy.mov?dl=0

There's no guro in this post (at least not yet), it's just a post about a convenient trick tried out.

Oddly enough it's easier to start with rough sketches and line art and turn that into photorealistic images than it is when your starting material is already semi-realistic, having fairly realistic shading and detail.

This image (from artist Seven Gromwoid) is one of those things that if I ask Qwen Image Edit to make it photorealistic, nothing or nearly nothing in the image changes.

So I decided to try first changing this image into line art with the simple prompt "Render as line art".

That gave me the image I'll attach to my follow-up post.

Probably not meant the way this might be taken here.

imagine you’re doing sitting there on the toilet doing business then bam! you’re fucked- literally! guro and visible pissing would be appreciated btw 😁

An art of girl wiping their pussy after peeing or wiping their butthole after pooping is harder to fan than I thought! Please post them here if you find any.

The chalk snapped against the blackboard as Mr. Harlow wrote out the exam results in his usual neat, looping script. A few rows back, Leonie chewed her thumbnail, her knee bouncing under the desk. Next to her, Samantha was doodling spirals in the corner of her notebook, the pen pressing hard enough to leave indents on the next three pages. Two desks over, Emily sat perfectly still, staring at the board like she could will the letters to rearrange themselves. And beside her, Hannah twisted a strand of honey-blonde hair around her finger, tighter and tighter, until the tip turned pale.

"I know we didn’t do great," Samantha muttered under her breath, nudging Leonie’s foot with hers. "But how bad could it—"

"Class," Mr. Harlow interrupted, turning to face them. His tie was crooked, as always. "These scores are unacceptable. Truly." He sighed, rubbing his temple. "You know the rules."

A heavy silence settled over the room. Someone’s chair creaked. Outside, a magpie landed on the windowsill, tilting its head at them before fluttering away.

Hannah's breath hitched. The magpie's shadow flickered across her desk as it flew off, and for a stupid, fleeting second, she wished she could follow it. Mr. Harlow cleared his throat, adjusting his glasses. "Hannah, Emily, Samantha, Leonie—you four scored below the threshold. The rest of you, pack up. We're proceeding to the execution room immediately."

Leonie's knee stopped bouncing. Her hand slid off the desk, limp. Next to her, Samantha's pen rolled onto the floor with a plastic clatter no one bothered to pick up. Emily's shoulders tensed, but she didn't blink. And Hannah—Hannah untwisted her hair, the strand falling straight and numb against her neck.

The class shuffled out in eerie quiet, shoes scuffing the linoleum. No one spoke. No one even looked at them. The magpie cawed again, distant now, as they turned down the hallway lined with framed portraits of past headmasters. The execution room door loomed at the end, polished oak with a brass handle worn shiny from use.

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Women separated at the waist

this artist makes great illustrations for post-mortem girls. it's a pity that his/her account has been removed several times. does anyone have any clue about the current state of this artist?

sword of lotus death scenes The latest version

We need a version of this where we can see her face while she is hanging!

https://files.catbox.moe/hiq6uu.mp4

Pics dead furries without the corpse being shredded,decapitated,eaten,or for the most part destroyed...(minor injuries ok)