>>18849
We have a /req section for this kind of questions https://boards.guro.cx/req/index.html ask there

This may help: https://hitomi.la/imageset/artist-badenddungeon-english-3265228.html#1

>>12758
Hot

>>12704

Nice, thanks for the heads up! :3

>>12705 awesome! :D

>>12758 may I ask, why isn't the knife penetrating and/or why is it floating? (I mean, is there kind of a story reason behind it?) ^^

Does human centipede fall under this?

Hehy there fellow degens, i've been looking for a long time for a picture that would fit in this thread.

I think it was a girl, sitting on a chair, with what seems like a wolf or dog face sutured to her face, saying something like "Am i finally beautiful/cute?" If anyone has it, or something that could be it (i might missremember it) i would appreciate it.

got some of his art here

https://kemono.cr/fanbox/user/20676100

He went to the war. Is he okay? Does anyone have any news about him?

>>18725
Thanks anon

>>18725
Can not access, got mega/magnet or other dl?

bump

6 - … she said, lying.

She pulled the blade back up and tied it as firmly as she could. Then, to screams of protest from her sensible side, and rabid cheers from the side which had just brought her to a string of powerful organs, she laid back down on the guillotine, raised the lunette, and let it fall back over her neck. The clash of instincts in her mind made her tremble and moan, half from fear and half from arousal.

This time, as a concession to her sensible half, the rope was tied and she was perfectly safe. Her sensible side argued that she was still laying in a live guillotine and using the threat of death for stupid short-term pleasure.

Her other side argued that was the point.

She squeezed her breast until it hurt, reviving the fantasy of the ancient warrior, and she bid him plant his boot in her chest as her headless body quivered.

As if with a mind of his own, the ancient warrior instead removed his helmet to reveal the face of Ben.

“Unbelievable,” he said, placing her severed head in the crook of her arm, facing up so that she could see him kneeling in front of her still-twitching body. “You couldn’t get enough of shit-testing me, so you went and shit-tested Fate.”

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7 - Stacy, seductive selector and single mother

Stacy put down the phone, frustrated. Surely, if she didn’t have the kids to factor in, she could pull the man she so desperately needed. This one had been so promising, too: he had not instantly ghosted her when she told him she was a single mother, and had seemed like the type to treat another man’s children well. He had a hot voice that she had loved roleplaying with over the phone. Then she had made the mistake of linking him the court case to prove her innocence in the divorce. He had not agreed with the jury, and that was the end of that.

And now, as she always did when she was frustrated and alone yet again, she went to the barn, where despite everything, she had kept her first husband’s woodcraft projects. It had been his favorite place, built by his own hands, and she had taken it from him. She had once seen it as an act of conquest. In a way she still did. His old land was hers, and he lived in a tiny, sparse apartment that she could make tinier and sparser if she so desired by citing inflation and inadequate payment to the judge and selling it with a few tears for the jury. She felt no guilt for it. As her first husband himself had said, it was a woman’s role to select the worthiest man and drive him to greatness. He had not been sufficient … but she had never found anyone quite like him.

She opened the doors to find the lights on and the smell of wood tainted by something else.

Stacy’s first husband had been a masterful woodworker. She had wanted to destroy his life’s work out of a petty sense of vengeance, but with a lit match in hand, she had found herself unable to destroy what he had made. Especially the centerpiece: the replica guillotine, on which she had spent dozens of lonely nights engrossed in lurid fantasy.

The guillotine’s blade was all the way down. Stacy could not recall ever hearing it. Heart suddenly racing, she approached the contraption.

The headless female body which lay there was functionally naked, large, soft breasts exposed beneath a pulled-up shirt and bikini top. Her panties and shorts were bunched up around one ankle, and otherwise her pure, beautiful white skin was completely exposed, slick with sweat and slimy with juices, especially down her perfect thighs. The body on the guillotine was a perfect image of Stacy in her late-teens. She dreaded looking in the basket because she knew what she would find.

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8 - Stacy’s lust and Becky’s body

She looked, and found two big, shocked green eyes staring into hers. Sightless. Becky’s face was pale, spattered with her own blood. A little book from Stacy’s collection rested in the basket beside her daughter’s beautiful severed head, partly covered with her hair.

It was the sort of thing Becky and Stacy both loved to read. Her little girl, her perfect reflection, had gone and gotten herself killed in the exact same way her mother so often fantasized about. The perfect, final act of submission. The ultimate punishment.

Stacy felt herself growing wet. Behind the shock that she was certain would collapse into grief at any moment, this was the hottest thing she had ever seen. Becky's body was flawless, utterly gorgeous even without her head, her skin glossy with a coating of sweat and juices.

She looked at her daughter's headless body with a rapidly growing desire. The body was still twitching out its last tiny vestiges of energy, a reflexive dance of death that was strangely erotic. Stacy felt a pull, a dark fascination that she couldn't ignore. Her daughter had died very recently. Her body, when Stacy placed a hand on her chest, was still warm.

She looked at the door. She had seen Ben go to bed, so she was alone in the barn with her daughter, who had just died in the most erotic way Stacy could imagine. It was an opportunity she would never get again. If she waited, her shock would settle into grief, and she would never feel this way again.

She plucked her daughter’s severed head from the basket and hugged it to her breasts, careless of the blood now staining her camisole.

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9 - Stacy’s bad idea

But was it?

Becky had died in precisely the way Stacy had always fantasized about, and Stacy was still alive. She wasn't about to get herself killed on purpose, but she wanted to feel what her daughter had. She wanted to feel even closer to Becky than she already was, with their bare, wet pussies pressed together. She had to feel the pain of the guillotine ... without letting it kill her.

Shimmying forward on Becky's body, she set the girl's head back on the table, then lifted the guillotine's blade in both hands. It was fairly heavy, definitely easier to hold up with a pulley and rope. But she managed it. She shifted it into one hand, then raised the lunette with the other, awkwardly slipped her own neck into the crescent, and barely managed to set the blade down gently on the back of her neck. The blade kissed her flesh, and then bit. She moaned, legs kicking against the table, chest heaving against Becky's.

"Fuck ... this might have been a bad idea ..."

Bad idea, yes. Very hot, also yes. Stacy could see droplets of her own blood falling into the basket, onto the cover of that spicy book Becky had somehow got a hold of. Moaning through her closed lips, she wrapped her arms around Becky's soft, helpless figure and hugged her tight. She managed to wrap both of her legs around one of Becky's and began to grind. The thrill made her wet, but humping her daughter's wet thigh was so arousing in itself that it made her move faster, despite the pain in her neck. That pain was good. It was a fraction of what Becky must have felt, just the tip of the sharp metal that had turned Becky from a beautiful young lady into a quivering, pretty pile of meat. It was pain and pleasure, life and death, and she was on the precipice of it all, a beautiful middle ground with Becky's soft young body as a mattress.

As she felt her orgasm begin to bubble again, she also heard a long, wooden groan from high above. It was probably just the wind against the barn, and she couldn't bring herself to stop anyway. She grinded harder, faster, against Becky's thigh, coaxing her juices out, moaning the dead girl's name over and over.

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10 - The death she always wanted

Back in the present, Stacy turned her head, enduring the cut of the blade, just enough to see the model spaceship, bolted down all those years ago, groaning and tilting down and further down, little by little as the bolts popped out, one by one.

She froze.

Becky's body in her arms, her pussy tight against the girl's thigh, Stacy could only watch as, in the space of two seconds, the model's nose slipped neatly between the scaffolding of the guillotine and came down hard, like a gigantic wooden hammer, on the top of the blade.

Schunk.

Pain filled her neck, sensation vanished beneath it, and Stacy felt herself falling.
Her nose bonked the spicy novel, and her head rolled until she was facing up. Thoughts fled, and all that went through her mind was exactly what she saw and heard: two bright streams of blood sailing over the blade, splashing against the nose of the model ship, then past it and all around as Stacy's naked, sweat-soaked figure sat up. She could see her own large breasts bounce as her hands groped feverishly where her head should be. Blood splashed her fingers and squirted left, then right as her body swayed and shuddered.


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You can find some more in reddit and in kemono

>>17866
That's a beautiful necksnap. Seems that artist has a lot of great drawings. Thanks for helping me discover them!

>>17855
I create thred before, but nobody knows anything. You say that you find some works on Reddit, how?

>>17868
they are on r/guro
I just searched 'tragic_clown hentai' on Google. There's some more there you can find that I didn't have downloaded

>>84544
>>87382
Sources? Many thanks if you’ve got them.

>>105504 >>87382 is a user that used to be called Squidbiscuit, now FungusFangs :)

>>105512
Thank you! 🙏

Figured I’d contribute a find.

>>105820 Actually, I'd like to know who this character is

naked amazon version
illustrious

the fact people still use and train for pony is stupid and insane. illustrious and noobai just shit all over it in terms of quality and output.

would you be cool with posting the dataset? i'd be willing to train it on chroma (i trained the sagittal lora on chroma in the other thread)

>>12908
sorry, missed that you posted the dataset too. i'll play around with it and see what i can do

>>12868

Nice! Thanks for sharing! :)

>For next I'm considering various impalement LoRA but I'm not sure whether it will ever happen.

I've still got the datasets that I've prepared in collaboration with Entropy. Sadly he has gone dark, so the Lora was never finalised, but I think we were very close back then, at least for vertical impalements, but I had also collected stuff for horizontal impalement variants. If you're interested in the datasets please feel free to hit me up on pixiv (user id: 15925390) :)

>>12868
Really amazing model, great job! The output is very clean, and tags are clear and responsive. This was done with just t2i, no other lora, only some quality embeddings.

Wow, and awesome story! Thank you so much for writing it.

I would love to hear what his full fantasy included

damn this is awesome!

>>11681

Lovely! :3

May I ask, did you use the pussy stab Lora, or does your model just do it on its own?

Great thread! Is there any scholarship on the veracity of these stories?

>>24255

Wikipedia has a page on cannibalism, with a section dedicated to skepticism, but it seems that scholars find a lot of accounts to be pretty credible.

https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_cannibalism#Skepticism



William Arens, author of The Man-Eating Myth: Anthropology and Anthropophagy,[35] questions the credibility of reports of cannibalism and argues that the description by one group of people of another people as cannibals is a consistent and demonstrable ideological and rhetorical device to establish perceived cultural superiority. Arens bases his thesis on a detailed analysis of various "classic" cases of cannibalism reported by explorers, missionaries, and anthropologists. He claims that all of them were steeped in racism, unsubstantiated, or based on second-hand or hearsay evidence. Though widely discussed, Arens's book generally failed to convince the academic community. Claude Lévi-Strauss observes that, in spite of his "brilliant but superficial book … [n]o serious ethnologist disputes the reality of cannibalism".[36] Shirley Lindenbaum notes that, while after "Arens['s] … provocative suggestion … many anthropologists … reevaluated their data", the outcome was an improved and "more nuanced" understanding of where, why and under which circumstances cannibalism took place rather than a confirmation of his claims: "Anthropologists working in the Americas, Africa, and Melanesia now acknowledge that institutionalized cannibalism occurred in some places at some times. Archaeologists and evolutionary biologists are taking cannibalism seriously."[37]

Lindenbaum[38] and others point out that Arens displays a "strong ethnocentrism". His refusal to admit that institutionalized cannibalism ever existed seems to be motivated by the implied idea "that cannibalism is the worst thing of all" – worse than any other behavior people engaged in, and therefore uniquely suited to vilify others. Kajsa Ekholm Friedman calls this "a remarkable opinion in a culture [the European/American one] that has been capable of the most extreme cruelty and destructive behavior, both at home and in other parts of the world."[39]

She observes that, contrary to European values and expectations, "n many parts of the Congo region there was no negative evaluation of cannibalism. On the contrary, people expressed their strong appreciation of this very special meat and could not understand the hysterical reactions from the white man's side."[40] And why indeed, she goes on to ask, should they have had the same negative reactions to cannibalism as Arens and his contemporaries? Implicitly he assumes that everybody throughout human history must have shared the strong taboo placed by his own culture on cannibalism, but he never attempts to explain why this should be so, and "neither logic nor historical evidence justifies" this viewpoint, as Christian Siefkes commented.[41]

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>>24640

this quote is a good TLDR:

Though widely discussed, Arens's book generally failed to convince the academic community. Claude Lévi-Strauss observes that, in spite of his "brilliant but superficial book … [n]o serious ethnologist disputes the reality of cannibalism".[36]

>>24255

The quoted book IS a scholarly publication, published by a serious academic publisher who peer-reviews its books. In the introduction the author discusses the veracity of the referenced accounts, noting that while some details may be off, in many cases there are multiple independent accounts written by different people that are in basic agreement with each other, which typically indicates that they are to be taken seriously and likely at least close to the truth.

For more info on historical practices, including links to references, Wikipedia is indeed a good starting point. In addition to
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Human_cannibalism
,
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_incidents_of_cannibalism
and
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Child_cannibalism
are also worth checking out.

>>24665

Africans..
Eugh

Awesome! And it's not too big, thank you!

thanks, glad to see you're still alive

>>2150
Fuck off!

And thanks caterpillar

>>2149
If you ever get worried about me being alive again, feel free to check

https://mangadex.org/group/b8d5399e-8b04-4d27-81a6-662c89c49a82/caterpillar?tab=titles

which is where I do chapter releases now - as well as dumping everything I don't consider "guro".

>>2160
Cool :)

24

Now part of me want you to try Quake 2 and 4 Stroggification.
Kinda resembling this, but aesthetic change and maybe backstory.
Like female marine who got captured by Strogg and turned into Iron Maiden (or female variant fanon version of Strogg units)

Honestly, was just thinking about this earlier today, and it's awesome someone beat me to the idea. Love it!

absolute perfection, praise the omnissiah ♥ I wish this was me every day XD

>>41711
Requesting Samus Aran getting a gas injected into her bowels with a hose up her butthole and, without wanting to, feels pleasure after the initial discomfort, even orgasming solely because of it shortly before perishing of popped innards or her grossly inflated abdomen bursting.

Any news?

>>12850
on kling 2.5 try something like: The head is suddenly decapitated and falls, hitting the ground heavily, rolling bloodied until it stops, resting on its side with the cheek pressed to the floor, while blood flows on the ground. The decapitated head fallen on the floor without the body shows an expression still conscious, eyes wide open in total despair, eyes still alive blinking.

minimax hailuo 02 fast works better with headless body: The woman's head is ripped off and falls heavily to the ground while the dress unravels revealing the lingerie, and the body bleeds profusely from the neck, splattering and dripping blood on the body and surroundings while the headless body continues to bleed from the cut stump of the neck. The headless body wearing only lingerie falls sitting, leaning against the wall with legs spread, contorting with spasms and choking, hands groping the open stump of the decapitated neck.

on fal.ai there is no problem in generating beheadings and blood.

>>12852
thank you! gonna try that the next time my monthly credit comes lol