Still learning stable diffusion, but here are a few of my gens so far.

Chapter One: Incubator

The constant breeze was humid and warm, felt almost alive. It was too dark to see, but by the way the air touched the more sensitive areas of her body, Libby realized that she was naked. She felt dizzy, disoriented, and she couldn't move. What exactly was going on? A slow, deep drumming rhythm like a giant's heartbeat filled her ears and vibrated in her chest. Libby had been stripped bare against her will, without a clue how she got here, or where "here" was. Had someone spiked her drink at the bar and taken her somewhere?

That possibility reminded Libby of her academy training. The cases were always similar: Woman parties at bar, gets drugged and taken to the perpetrator's hideout… But there was no soreness between her legs. She hadn't been violated. At least not this way… But her throat felt fine too. Then again, her whole body felt kind of numb. A new realization interrupted her train of thought: In her mind, that woman at the bar was some anonymous, theoretical victim she was meant to protect. Now, that Libby instead paid attention to her own naked body, her abstract training instructions met reality in a disjunction of anxiety. Slowly, her eyes adapted to the gloom. Flowing lines appeared and formed patterns of moist reflective, surfaces.

She tried to stay calm, to figure out where exactly she was: Leaning against the wall of a large, circular chamber weakly lit by a surreal bioluminescence she now started to perceive as bluish green. Only it was no chamber: Every surface was glistening like wet skin, translucent even at some places, and fine purple veins spread through the floors and walls. The ceiling looked like a giant mushroom's head viewed from below, lamellae spanning from the outer walls to the center, where what looked like large eggs lined the slimy ground around a mushroom stem like pillar. And everything seemed to be breathing somehow, pulsing in a slow rhythm, like a giant organism. While all of this was disturbing, it played but the smallest role in Libby's discomfort. The actual horror emerged from the sight of all the other women and girls around her, arranged in a large circle in alcoves along the outer wall. Most of them looked younger than Libby's twenty-four years, and none much older. All of them were naked, their arms and legs held in place by what looked like tentacles growing from the organic walls of their prison. A few were moaning, a few sobbing, the tears of some ran in silent fear. Most were still unconscious. Maybe because of her training, maybe just to stay ahead of her growing dread, Libby counted them: two dozen young women, all off them bound, all of them naked.
With quite some effort, her head was all that she was able to move. She felt the warm, moist wall pressing against the skin of her back as well as the rigid tentacles that bound her arms and legs in a degrading X-pose. And while Libby's sense of touch seemed fine, her ability to move was not. The tentacles holding her in place appeared weak enough for a physically fit girl like her to rip free, but when she tried to do just that, her limbs only answered with a slight tingling sensation. Another chill went down her spine as she realized that the women weren't simply bound to the wall. All of them, including herself, were being held in place, their limbs paralyzed. She felt even more violated at the powerlessness.

"Hello?" Only when the wispy voice broke it, Libby realized how pressing the silence had been so far.

Libby whispered an answer and found her jaw to move sluggish at first: "Yes, I hear you".


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Anything missing one or more limbs

Flesh sculptor

Fair-skinned slender woman, sunk deep into a soft black couch, clenching a piece of paper in her hand. olden wavey curls, harmonized perfectly with a red dress, gently flowed down her shoulders. Even pantry is probably luxurious in this place, she thought. Paintings hang from the walls depicted vaguely erotic scenes. Clock quietly counted seconds in hypnotic rhythm. If everything will go smoothly, this clock might be counting last minutes of her life, woman thought. Her hole career of an actress, a singer, splendor of high society and croud calling her name - Virginia, all of it secretly was leading to this moment. She once again unfolded the paper and looked at it. She had a goosebumps every time she read those big calligraphic words.

"Want to donate your body to art? Leonard Luther, sculptor of flesh, will make your beauty eternal with power of dollmaking."

Suddenly, her thoughts was interrupted by opened door. Fancy dressed secretary invited Virginia in. She nodded and walked through the door. After a short corridor she entered small cabinet, almost too modest compared to the rest of the mansion.

"Virgina, I presume? I can't say I'm a fan of your music, but I enjoy your movies." Young but dandy man behind the table looked up at Virginia.

"Thank you, sir. And you… must be Leonard?"


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Can someone please share some of killerfemdom's stuff? In particular, these two stories from gumroad would be nice but I'd really appreciate anything from his/her patreon/boosty/gumroad!

https://killerfemdom.gumroad.com/l/vocsu?layout=profile

https://killerfemdom.gumroad.com/l/lzypl?layout=profile

Silly question I know, but wanted to know your opinions cuz I always feel guilty when I do lol.

This thing on? Alright the green light is blinking so it should be.

David you better appreciate this, your big brother is gonna record everything I do while deployed so you can learn what it’s like to be God’s soldier.

If you are not David, then let me introduce myself – Spc. Ishmael Calhoun, of the 5th ‘Samsons Seraphim’ Power Armor division. If you’re watching this, I hope you enjoy, little brother or otherwise. I gotta document all the fun stuff.

So, where to begin?

I remember when it first started. I was a little young’un of twelve years when the fifth wave feminists started their revolution. I remember my pa getting into an argument with my elder sister. The feminists had just laid a siege on the capitol, and it was apparent an insurrection was on the horizon. My sister had been completely taken in by the femme propaganda, so taken that she blew a hole in pa’s head.

She tried to kill me too, but I was a strong kid- she was four years older than me, but I played football, and she didn’t.

I still remember the sight of it. Rebecca in her pink polka dot pjs, lying on the linoleum floor of the family kitchen. Her messy auburn hair tussled about, her blue eyes staring emptily into the ceiling, tongue out since she was trying to catch breathe as I strangled her. Her budding breasts and slightly hairy snatch were exposed during the struggle (she hated underwear because it was a patriarchal imposition on women). She looked beautiful. I won’t lie, my first fap was over my sister’s corpse, that probably explains why my sexual inclinations are so fucked ha ha!

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i look for two stories that i cant find anymore
can you upload them plz if you have them plz
But why me mommy?
A psychopath and his toys
thx

Hey, am looking for a comic in pixie, it's about a boy decapitated his mother then sister and dress the bodies but first he as fun. The image not sure it's from that comic

There was a Jav video I found many times for a while, but kinda dissapeared and I have never seen It again. It was about 2 schoolgirls getting out of school, but then a gang of boys (pressumably from the same school) get them from their arms, and drag them to an abandoned park surrounded with ruined buildings. They lay the Girls in 2 different benchs and start raping them. Nothing extraordinary until the guys start deepthroating one of those girls and she starts out puking and foaming, they keep raping her as she collapses and eventually remains still, dead, probably because she drowned in her own puke or something. After a while the guys leave and the girl remaining approaches the dead girl still with her mouth covered in puke and fluids, then the video ended. Anyone has seen it?

Has anyone here been a part of a ryona/guro game like the ones in the Games thread in /g/ ? If not, please read the story and gameplay ideas - would you be interested in playing this?

I am in the ideation phase of making a game myself -- and would like to know from others about the process... if it's even a feasible undertaking for one developer... I am a programmer by heart, so not an artist - that's why I would probably commission the artwork and voiceover or seek collaborators and split the proceeds. I hope I can get pretty far with a few thousand euros, because that'd be the most I'm willing to spend for a passion project.


Story: Somewhat simple. You are fighting some evil wizard that has an army of zakos, from which he derives his power via blood magic. The enemy zakos are mind controlled and can be set free for the good ending, while you can also use the wizard's blood magic to drain them of their power (i.e. kill them) so you become more powerful yourself. Sprinkle in some non combat girls for guaranteed satisfaction.

Gameplay: I'm thinking that it should be a platformer with a few levels where you combat enemy girls. You can perform finishers on them once they're downed, free them from the wizard's spell or capture them for yourself. There'll be a dungeon section with the captured zakos where you can have more fun with them (aka brutally rape and kill them and absorb their souls for your own maniacal power trip).

I am thinking about how to balance things so freeing the girls isn't the least picked option, but maybe freeing them allows them to join your campaign as secondary fighters - whereas killing them makes you the player more powerful. Maybe the wholesome "free the poor victims" of the evil wizard angle is also popular?

Making it 3D would imply much more development time and assets need to look better if you're controlling a character FPS or over the shoulder.

Hey all. Hope this is the right place for it. I was thinking about one of the symbiote characters from marvel (scream, to be exact) and it got me thinking, her death in the comics was pretty tame (stabbed), how would you kill a symbiote with its host?

I know how to find deleted works' IDs, what to do with it?

Does anyone know who drew this?

Bringing an old RP thread over to here. Scenario is as follows:

You must murder a sleeping or unconscious girl without waking her up. How would you do it? How would you turn her peaceful slumber into a permanent one.

Post a picture of a sleeping/unconscious victim yourself too.

I guess I'll start off with this: it's a hot summer day and you find that one of the farm hands is sleeping on the job.

Inspired by the excellent Darkestdark, a celebration of America’s national pastime!

Thread for huge Dick destroying the character

The last thread was erased due to software bugs (I think), so here's a new one! MacFarlane/Groening gore. Despite both of them having very simplistic styles, the teams that work on their double digit seasoned shows do a superb job at directing gore scenes when they try. Family Guy in particular had a really good gory fight scene when they were spoofing Tarantino, and it shows that even the shittiest, ToonBoom-rigged, American animation beats Japan at their own game.

FOX is currently trying to find a new line-up of shows, so if there's a new show that isn't afraid to show some blood, by all means, post examples of gore from those shows as well. I just mentioned Seth MacFarlane and Matt Groening because they're both the creators of the only shows on FOX that aren't afraid to show some blood.

Reposted by request. I might go back and add more if I feel like it, but for now here's what was in the thread before.

The Business Trip

Day 1

“Welcome to Risa 12.1, one of the shining jewels of the Risa system! Here you can find an introduction to what this beautiful moon has to offer as well as its rich history and culture.
History:
Risa 12.1 was actually colonized long before its sister world Risa 9, but in our case the world didn’t really open up to tourism on a large scale until much more recently. It was first settled 200 years ago by what is technically a cult, founded upon a belief that many of the modern world’s problems come from humans’ isolation of themselves from our world through covering up our bodies, especially the parts which would contact it most intimately - the feet.
The settlers developed a belief system centered around finding happiness in the world and in each other through going barefoot, and as is often the case with small societies, to protect their beliefs they grew more radical over time. Before long they had reached a point where all members had both of their arms removed at the shoulder in order to maximize the interactions of their feet with the world and with each other, a tradition which has been proudly continued on Risa 12.1 to this day.
For a while, the unusual policies of our founders largely minimized interest in tourism, but after Risa 9’s re-terraforming to make it into the beach world it is now, the entire Risa system received renewed attention from the travel industry, and now 12.1 has become nearly as popular a destination itself.
Culture:
As you most likely are aware, all residents born on Risa 12.1 have their arms removed at birth, and all immigrants are required to submit to a double shoulder disarticulation on arrival, coupled with a NanoBlock injection. In recent decades, the rules have been relaxed somewhat, and visitors are allowed to wear a pair of cybernetic arms, although you’ll likely find little use for them during your stay!
Shoes do not exist on Risa 12.1, and consequently for the duration of your visit we strongly encourage you to follow suit and keep your feet bare. Don’t worry about this, as heated floors and clean, plush carpets await you everywhere you go.
It may seem odd at first, but 12.1’s barefoot policies have been shown through professional studies to have contributed vitally to its present happy and peaceful culture. People on the moon have some of the strongest and happiest relationships anywhere in the known universe: they communicate better, work better together, and rarely have fights or fallings out. This is both due to the psychological benefits of constantly touching and sensing the outside world and the increased incentive for teamwork and trust among people who go barefoot together and lack the unnecessary convenience of hands. We’re confident that after a few days here, you’ll agree!
Attractions:

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