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Any one here have a saved copy of a pic of Lara Croft beheaded by two assassins, her body and head fucked at the same time? I believe it was here on gurochan years ago. Thanks. :)
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if this doesnt exist we need to make it exist
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New Beheading picture!

3D CGI
Post your Guro of Miss Croft Below!
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Scat
Post a scat image, then write a little story about it! (I debated whether to put this in /lit/, but since it's scat based and has images, it goes here.)

The teenage girl walked hurriedly towards the bathroom, derriere obviously clenched in fecal desperation. As she came in view of the door, I saw her freeze and a look of panic cross her face; she had obviously let a spurt of feces escape into her panties. However, she regained control and went into the bathroom. I followed.

In her urgent desperation, she had not even stopped to lock the stall door. I opened it just as she lifted her skirt, about to pull down her white panties. Well, they had been white once, but now they were soiled, stained brown by liquid shit. As I flipped her around, bending her over the yellow-faded plastic toilet toilet seat, I wondered what was the cause of her digestive disturbance. Dodgy food? Another virus going around the high school? Some allergy or chronic malady? Or maybe she was one of those girls who abuse laxatives, thinking it will make them thin and pretty. If she was, that was foolish of her–anal purging causes more vitamin deficiencies than weight loss, and often swells the stomach–but she would richly deserve what I was about to do to her.

"I have a knife," I whispered in her ear. "Don't scream." Pulling aside her stained panties, I thrust my erection into her leaking anus, already lubricated by her liquid shit.

She did not scream, but she couldn't help but moan as my cock slid into her shithole. Her anus had already relaxed in preparation to release its long-held diarrhea, but she was still tight around me as I began to thrust into her inflamed rectum. Her bowels felt impossibly slick; retaining her acid slurry for so long had caused them to produce great globs of rich anal mucus, far surpassing any sour wetness a pussy can produce.

I drove my penis into that slick, stinking tunnel. With every thrust, I felt her shit splash in waves against the head of my dick. Every time I pulled out, my length was smeared, and each return deposited that smear on her raped asshole. The girl gripped the edge of the toilet seat, staring back at me as she cried softly.

I could only imagine the pain she must have been in. Goodness knows how long she must have been holding in that urgent shit–perhaps an entire class period–and then, just when she expects release, a stranger anally rapes her and plugs the sickness' peristaltic exit from her body. Indeed, that body shuddered around me, not with pleasure or sobs, but with what must have been excruciating cramps. The pressure against my glans would increase, and a small spurt of brown effluvia would escape from her stretched ring and drip down my balls. No matter her body's efforts, though, my cock plugged the escape of her pain. Instead, it had to rumble and gurgle through her squittering bowel, backwashing it with darmic agony.

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But I wasn't done yet. There was a reason I'd even seen the girl as she walked to the restroom. Softening, but still half-hard, I relaxed my cock's sphincter and pissed, hard and voluminously, into the girl's anus.

She began to scream, feeling the sudden stretching influx, but immediately muffled it with one hand, remembering my warning. I continued to piss, filling her up to bursting, my hot yellow salt mingling with her diseased brown. At last, emptied, I withdrew, and her panties snapped back over her cockblasted ring, trapping her now-cold first spurt of filth against it.

Of course, there was no way she could have held her bowels now, even for a second. Mingled diarrhea and piss fountained out of her asshole, drenching her already-ruined panties and running down her legs, soaking her cute kneesocks and school shoes before it puddled on the tiled floor. For a few minutes I watched her sobbing over the toilet bowl, defeatedly expelling waves of what was now pure liquid shit into her panties, but I was too spent to get it up again. Eventually, I retreated into another stall to clean myself up. However, before I left, I made sure to take some pictures of her soiled, ravaged ass. It's not often I get a fuck like this!

Scat
Thread for /s/-qualifying scenes in otherwise sfw/non-fetish media like games, TV shows/anime, movies, or even books.

I'll start (emeto): In the free-to-play browser game Fallen London, there's a card called <a href="https://fallenlondon.fandom.com/wiki/A_gathering_of_gourmets">A Gathering of Gourmets</a>, where one of the choices will make you sick to your stomach ('Plums and Custard'), while another (Sometimes You Just Can't Help Yourself) makes all the other diners throw up all over the room. The text isn't very explicit, but the vomit content is undeniable.

Role-playing
Yeah the title says it all.

My likes include paws, water sports, non con

My dislikes are scat, overly gory stuff, soft/unrealistic vore, futa

My kik is Genericerword, and my Discord is Vice Dark Lord#0926
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>>4900
Im sorry i didnt notice this earlier. You can ask me anything, if you still need to
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>>4909 is there a way I could have an old thread of mine delated? I posted an updated version, and the original is just taking up space, messing with my OCD or something of that nature
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>>4910
Ofcourse

To have a thread deleted, simply go to the original post and click on the small check box next to the subject. Then, scroll to the bottom of the page and find the report button. Enter a reason and click "report." Reportd do not get you in trouble and moderators check the context of each request.

Thanks
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If you created a thread with a password you remember, you can also click "delete" to delete a thread yourself.
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I'd be interested to rp

Scat
Who else collects this sort of art?
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Forgot to crop the border off the last one. Oh well.
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https://www.gurochan.cx/s/res/22236.html

have some in the middle of the first comics toilet thread

a lot harder to find this post tumblr

Freakshow
Photomanips suck, and sadly petrification specifically has too much of it. DX
So much, in fact, that I was afraid that the first image for this would have to be one.
1/2
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THIS one's genuine. By Sleepy Maid
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Requests
Is anyone willing to write a series and or a few short stories that involves Naruto having sex with dead women and girls with little to no gore in it? Please?
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I'm open for commissions right now. It's $20/1000 words, minimum 2000 words usually, but if you're interested in a few different stories, I'd be willing to do 1000-1500 word installments on a kind of pay-as-you-go thing. Email me at [email protected] if you're interested.
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Yeah I may be
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Requests
Pic unrelated.

The video from what I remember had a girl in a blue mask willingly get beheaded with an axe. Afterwards there were a number of girl beheading each other in kind of a line while a man fucked and snuffed a girl in a red mask. The animation did have some voice acting and music (Oddly, the instrumental to Cars by Gary Numan). This was on Motherless but the file name was a gibberish string of numbers and letters. Anyone know the video I'm talking about?
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>>11555
Amazing, thank you!

I know this artist has done other work, is there some place to find their stuff? What do they go by online?
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>>11557
they did post on thedarkspot.com. Unfortunately they disappeared 10 years ago, that video is by far their best work.
This is all their threads: http://thedarkspot.com/forum/search.php?searchid=419653

You can find a few more videos on my MEGA, in Animations>3D Animations>Reaper4u
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Requests
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Hello guys, in the old gurochan i remeber a game about scaring girls and making them piss and shit themselfs, but i dont see it here anymore, any diea about the names?
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You can find last one of them on omorashi.org.
Not great games, imho, due to bad audio and too much trial and error.

Literature
This story is a collaborative effort between PogueMahone and myself. If you like it, you might enjoy some of our other work, which can be found here:

http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/JestInPieces
http://www.hentai-foundry.com/stories/user/Melatonin

You'll probably need to adjust your filters (in the top left corner) to make sure you can see all the stories.

There are more chapters to come. Enjoy!

ZomBFFs


written by JestInPieces and PogueMahone



Chapter 1: Once shy, twice bitten



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Checking in for the season: this story is still my nut fuel. I do hope y'all are still working on stories, either on HF or somewhere else (do tell if you do lol)
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We are; in fact, we are currently working on the next chapter to this story. However, PogueMahone is on vacation at the moment and I will be too in a few weeks, so unfortunately I expect the next installment won't be finished until late November or early December.
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Apparently chapter 5 was released during gurochan's downtime, so here it is for the sake of continuity. For those who follow us on hentai-foundry and have already read it, the new chapter 6 is down below.

Chapter 5: Mall to themselves

The two girls walked through the city streets hand in hand, occasionally commenting on a zombie they passed. When they were within a couple of blocks, Clara looked up at the sky.

“Looks like it’s around noon,” she said. “Seems like a waste to spend the rest of the day sitting in the apartment. Is there anything you’d like to do before we head back?”

“Hm, good question. It’s not like we can go catch a movie or anything anymore. I don’t know, I guess we could go window shopping?”

“Ooh, good, idea. If I’m not mistaken, I think there’s a mall around here somewhere. Let’s see, I think it was…”

She turned around a few times, trying to orient herself.

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Chapter 6: Having a ball

Clara and Janet walked past a series of deserted store fronts before climbing another broken escalator. The scenery was much the same as on the lower two levels: broken glass, smashed furniture and the odd mauled body as far as the eye could see. While Clara looked around, scanning the signs for anything interesting, Janet walked over to a fallen bookcase that had been pushed through the window of a bookstore. Careful not to step on any of the scattered shards of glass, she picked up one of the books. The book was called ‘No pun intended – Volume tree’, and the cover featured a squid saying ‘Are you squidding me right now’ and a seal saying ‘That’s the sealiest thing I’ve ever heard!’

“Hey, look what I found,” said Janet.

Clara walked over to her and read the cover.

“Seriously?” she said, arching an eyebrow. “Oh well, I guess a little entertainment as we walk around this place can’t hurt. Alright, hit me.”

Janet turned to a random page as they continued on.

“What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?”

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Literature

Downtime



The young soldier grips her rifle, heart pounding in terror. The cries and moans of the wounded and dying are drowned out by the thunder and crack of gunfire and artillery. The CO walks along the trench, shouting. The girl doesn't hear the exact words, but knows that it will lead to her death. She hears a sudden silence, a break in the fighting.

Then the whistle pierces the air, commanding her to leave the safety of her trench, to expose her young body to the enemy. Despite her immense fear, she feels her body reacting on autopilot, pulling herself up top then breaking into a sprint alongside her brothers and sisters. The enemy opens fire, cutting them down. The girl winces at the crack-crack-crack of supersonic rifle rounds flinging past her, but her run never ceases. She yells, a battle cry for her country.

Something rocks the world, turning it upside down. The girl is left weightless and the ground leaves her. She glimpses (in brief flashes) the yellow-red ground, the bright blue sky, and a blossoming flower of dust and fire. Then gravity catches up to her, bringing her down. She sees the ground rushing up to meet her and then nothing.

The young man (boy really, having reached his 18th year last week), advances cautiously through the pockmarked landscape of no man's land. Fellow soldiers walk alongside, rifles at low ready, bayonets attached. Bodies lay scattered amongst the craters and debris, twisted and torn. Most are months old, nothing more than skeletons with tattered pieces of leathery flesh, picked apart by the packs of wild dogs and swarms of rats grown fat off of the slaughter.

His commanding officer signals the platoon to halt for a break, and the soldiers sigh and begin to sit down. What was once waist deep mud in the spring had turned to dry soil and dust in the summer. The boy sat down, and places his rifle beside him. He feels his hand brush against something soft. He looks, and gasps in shock.
The face of a young girl about his age stares back, blue eyes half lidded, lips parted slightly. The boy recoils back. His gaze wanders down the rest of the body. The uniform was of the enemy, although this one seemed a size too small for the girl, hugging her curvy form tightly.


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I was expecting rape, then oh dear, the feels. All aboard the feel train!!
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The Foxhole: Part 1

It was about 0900 with the sun just beginning to break up the heavy grey cloud cover that had been rolling overhead during the night. Private First Class Patricia Reinhart is talking to her best friend, PFC Emily Barnes about the care package and letters they had gotten from relatives back home. This is their first deployment after basic training, and the two girls are as fresh as fresh could be.

Patricia was 18, the daughter of an upper class merchant family from the capital. Blonde haired and blue eyed, she had the delicate facial features of a porcelain doll with long, slender legs and arms. The other recruits in boot camp called her "Princess" for her fair looks and demure personality, which embarrassed her mightily (although that reaction only caused her nickname to stick even harder).

Emily was a year younger, having lied to the recruiter about her age. She was the polar opposite of Patricia. Where Patricia was tall and graceful, Emily was short and stocky. Her hair was a curly brunette mess, her skin was tanned from years of working in the fields, and her eyes were a sharp emerald green. The daughter of a poor sharecropper family, she had run away to join the Army in search of a better life. She was rough around the edges, had a dirty sense of humor, and a no nonsense way of talking.

Despite the massive differences in their personality and upbringing, the two girls had gravitated towards each other from the first week at boot. Despite the differences they had things in common. Both had joined up to escape a strict, preordained path in life, and both respected each other's grit. The pair had quickly become sisters in arms, confidants, and simply close friends.

Patricia munched sedately on a biscuit from her breakfast ration pack as Emily wrote a letter with all the intensity of a physician operating on a patient. The blonde smiled at the sight, then shifted her attention to the tool they were tasked with operating. Ensconced in a foxhole, the two young soldiers were in charge of an Imperial Arsenal Model 1918 machine gun, a "light" recoil operated, air cooled automatic weapon that weighed about 11 lbs. Patricia grimaced as she remembered the countless failures and malfunctions she had experienced on the cursed thing back in boot camp. If the machine gun failed, the two girls had two ancient single action revolvers that had been converted from black powder about a decade before they had been born. There were six shots available before needing to laboriously push the empty casings out one by one, and shoving fresh rounds in, manually indexing the cylinder each time. It would be quicker to use their shovels as weapons than to reload, she often grumbled.

So lost in reverie was she that faint whistle almost escaped her attention. The whistle sounded again, louder this time. Patricia perked up and scrambled over to the machine gun, all drowsiness forgotten. Emily was right beside her, dragging a case of ammunition belts. Patricia unlatched the feed cover, opened it up, grabbed the proffered belt from Emily and stuffed it into the feed tray. She slammed the top cover down and yanked the charging handle back. Their ears picked up the unmistakable sound of gunfire further down the line, and soon they saw enemy soldiers running towards their position. Patricia squeezed down on the trigger, and the gun burst into action. It ripped into the charging group, cutting them down in large swathes. Patricia kept the trigger down, sweeping the land in front of her position with lead, her world vibrating as the gun recoiled, the awful din reverberating in her ears. There was a click and Patricia finally let go of the trigger.

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The Foxhole: Part 2

The assault lasted for most of the day and into the evening.

Wave after wave of the enemy had rushed headlong into the Imperial machine gun nests and trenches, their sprawling corpses piling up in the wet earth of the battlefield. Patricia and Emily had repelled by their estimate at least 150 soldiers, and were halfway through their last 200 round belt.

The shadows grew long as the sun set, and Patricia wondered when they would get resupplied. After hours of combat, the girls were exhausted and their nerves frayed. Emily had taken one of the "go pills" they had been issued with at midday, and now she was beginning to crash hard from the high. Patrica had to gently shake her every time Emily's head nodded forward. Patricia let her mind begin to wander. She looked at the bodies scattered in front of her and felt a wave of nausea. She had snuffed out hundreds of lives, and the girl felt the gravity of that begin to settle over her. Patricia looked down at her pale, slender fingers and shivered. The hands that had once elegantly embroidered fancy dresses and gracefully played the piano were covered in blood.

Lost in thought, the teenager didn't notice the dark forms slowly crawl past the bushes surrounding the foxhole. Nor did she notice them slowly pad behind her and Emily. It was only when rough, gloved hands clamped over her mouth did she snap back to reality.

By then, her fate was sealed. Her blue eyes shot wide open as her hands clawed at the muscular arms restraining her. She saw the cold gleam of a knife and felt raw terror flood her heart. Animal instincts took over. She thrashed furiously, but the arms were far too strong to slip out of. The knife struck, slamming into her breast and penetrating between her upper ribcage, the tip of the blade slicing open her aortic arch.


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Scat
I hope someone else is into this.
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Literature
Joanna giggled as we walked through my front door. My parents had left an hour ago for the night on a trip, and I had pounced on the opportunity. Joanna had agreed to my proposal immediately, and got a ride over under the pretense of a school project. I smiled devilishly at her as I pulled her into my room and closed the door.

She kissed me, wrapping her arms around my neck and I ran my hands down my back to her ass. I gave her ass a squeeze as I kissed her, then pushed her onto the bed. She looked up at me, her face flushed, and I marvelled at her beauty. She had soft brown hair, firm perky tits and a beautiful ass. I pulled her shirt off and undid her bra. She pulled me onto her and I kissed her, fondling her breasts.

She got up and crawled towards me, pulling down my pants to reveal my hard cock. She twirled her tongue around the tip, then put it in her mouth. She blew me hard, taking only occasional breaks for air. She looked into my eyes as she sucked my dick, making me even more aroused. I moaned softly as I felt the cum welling up inside me and I grabbed her head, pulling her onto my dick. She didn't even flinch as I came into her throat, closing her eyes and swallowing. I let go, and she looked up at me. "Your cum tastes so good, daddy," she said, and I pushed her over, pulling off her sweatpants. Her panties were already wet, and I rubbed her clit through them, then pulled them down around her ankles and fingered her. She rubbed her clit while I stroked her g-spot, and her pussy started making wet noises as she moaned. After a while, I felt her pussy clench, and she squirted on my hand, soaking the sheets in her cum.

She moaned loudly, then relaxed. I pulled my fingers out of her pussy and they dripped her juices on the bed. I stood up beside the bed and she followed suit, dripping cum onto the floor. I bent her over the bed and slowly plunged my dick into her wet pussy. "Yes daddy," she moaned, 'Fuck my horny pussy." She pushed back into me as I started thrusting into her. She moaned as I pounded her from behind, and I grabbed her hair and fucked her harder. She was twitching on my dick. "Choke me daddy," she moaned, and I grabbed her throat with both hands and squeezed. Her pussy started sloshing as she got wetter and wetter.

She was turning blue from lack of oxygen, and I was about to cum. I fucked her faster and faster and squeezed harder and harder until I shot cum into her pussy. She shuddered against me, cumming from being choked and cummed inside, and I finally let go of her neck. She gasped for air, still in the throes of her orgasm, then collapsed onto the bed. Her neck was red and looked painful, and her breathing was uneven and short. Her eyes began to glaze over and cum poured out of her pussy onto the floor. I decided I couldn't let her pass out just yet.

I grabbed her by the hair and pulled her up, then punched her in the stomach with all my might. Her eyes bulged and she doubled over, but I wasn't done yet. I shoved her onto the floor, then stomped on her belly.

She choked and vomited blood, and I pulled her up and dragged her into the bathroom. The toilet was full of piss. I shoved her head into the toilet and rammed my dick into her asshole. She flailed for a moment, then stopped as I began to fuck her ass. "Fuck, Joanna, you're so fucking hot like this," I said as I hammered her ass. She didn't answer but bubbles rose from her face, still in the toilet water. Her ass was very tight, and I was already ready to cum. Just as she was about to pass out, I pulled out and came all over her back and ass, and let go of her head. She choked and spit out piss and water mixed with blood. Her hair was matted and filthy water ran down her chest. She was barely concious. I was ready for the last stage.

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Just a short story I wanted to share. My first story! Criticism welcome
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Damn, this is hot!

Requests
Request for this series.
www.hiccears.com/artist-profile.php?apid=55900
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Vol.2
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And Vol.3
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Anyone got these sets?

Requests
Requesting a headless edit of this plz.
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Bump
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I guess why not?

(For future reference, this sort of thing is really easy in paint.net with the Clone Stamp tool. Seriously, if I can do that, anyone can.)
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>>11947
Thanks so much!
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>>11947
The problem is that I'm using an Apple computer and I can't seem to find a download link that works with it.
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>>11955

PDN unfortunately doesn't exist for Mac, since it's based on Windows software. Try searching for art programs with a clone stamp tool.

What a clone stamp does is it repeatedly c/ps the pixels from one location onto another, maintaining x/y difference between your cursor and the anchor point. Say you set the anchor point to (0,0) and then click on (20, 20). Then you draw a line from there to (50, 50). A copy of the line of pixels from (0,0) to (30, 30) will be copied onto where you just drew. So look for a tool that does that. Good luck!

Requests
I wanted to make a request for someone to write a story for me, and since it says in /lit/ to post writing requests here, I thought I'd give it a shot.

I want somebody to write a story about a quad amputee, totally limbless without any stumps, just a smooth, rounded off torso with a head. In this story, I want the quad amputee to have been an athletic young girl that was working towards some championship, only to end up amputated after going in for a minor procedure, then sold to an underground sex ring. Basically, I want the focus to be on how destroyed her life is and I want every waking moment to be cock after cock as men line up to use her as a public fucklump.

Other than that, feel free to add whatever you want. I'm not picky, so whatever fetishes you feel like throwing into the mix is fine by me, so long as she doesn't end up getting replacement limbs by the end.

I'm a frequent /lit/ reader, so if you do decide to write something for me, post it to /lit/ and I'll be sure to leave you some comments and say something nice!
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>>7238
Alright Ian, it's been a year! Let's see that story!
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Anybody else want to try and tackle this idea?
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bump
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I'm open for story commissions right now! I also will get it done inside a week if it's the first thing in my commissions queue.

Portfolio: https://archiveofourown.org/users/whydoihavethiskink/works
Email: [email protected]
Rates: $20/1000 words, minimum 2000 words (short story).

Requests
Any make a headless edit of this plz? I appreciate it.
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Use the clonestamp tool in paint.net (a free art program) to paint over the head. Then draw blood or whatever on the neck stump if you like. Or, pay someone to do it. This is actually simple enough that I could do it myself, but I've done one of these requests already tonight and that's enough for when it's not my kink.

Requests
I like guro pics and other media with consensual victims. Showing pleasure on being cut, shot or any other way used.

Someone knows where to find such stuff or is willing to post here?

Thanks
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I do a lot of writing about it, plus some photo edits and art commissions.

Mostly I post about it over on my blog at FrictionByBill DOT blogspot DOT com.

But, you can also find posts & stories from me here if you dig around a bit.

Cheers,
Bill
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Bump! I'd like to know as well. Happy and eager for beheading is my fav. Willing/consensual all the way!
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Nothing better than girls eager about being snuffed. Have you seen this thread? https://www.gurochan.cx/g/res/13049.html

Requests
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I'm open for story commissions right now, if you're interested in stories about this topic as well as pictures. (It would be nice to get a commission for a kink I really enjoy!)

Portfolio: https://archiveofourown.org/users/whydoihavethiskink/works
Email: [email protected]
Rates: $20/1000 words, minimum 2000 words (short story) unless the request is extremely simple.

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