Finally got around to making my first snuff thing using HoneySelect. This is a condensed version to go along with the text (the full version will be on my pixiv). Curious to see what people think about the writing and the pictures both. Is it good? Does it suck? What could be done better? Give me your thoughts!

(first part is intro, doesnt match image)

 Mary couldn’t believe what was happening. Less than an hour ago, she’d been sitting in class, listening to her U.S. History teacher drone on about their lecture. Now, it looked like she wasn’t going to see tomorrow. She, along with two of her classmates, received a note asking her to come to room C458 immediately. The note said it was to clear up a system error with her grades. Instead, she and the others walked straight into a trap with two Black Cats. She’d heard about them before, when her dad watched the news after work. The people on the TV called them a sex-positive, racial terrorist group, operating in various cities in the United States. All black, all female, with only one goal: killing white women. The TV people blamed the police, and the president, for not doing enough to stop the attacks, but her dad disagreed. He said it was almost impossible to find them. They didn’t riot, they didn’t make signs or hold protests, they didn’t make videos or give demands. They were completely indistinguishable from any other black woman you’d see. They loved to target young girls like her, her dad said, so be careful. Don’t go into any back rooms in restaurants, don’t wander off down an alley. Be safe, be smart. And that’s exactly what she thought she was doing. The doors were locked, their clothes had been ripped off by the already naked Black Cats, and the process started. The same process that young girls and women were always disposed of…

My friend gifted me this shirt, but was unable to tell me who the artist was, or where he got it. Does anyone know the source?

Also, does anyone know where to buy any other good gore shirts?

Does anyone know where this is from? Maybe a movie or music video?

Doesnt have to be diarrhea or anything, only stomcha

Basically just any pic with a bloated chick with farts, feces or fart with implied desperation

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Anyone got the pass of「　」's latest two works? There is no information on his posts. Links below

https://www.patreon.com/posts/16a08a-20215558
https://www.patreon.com/posts/p001-20099900

All Thx

Johann Strauss was born to a prostitute, who lived in one of the many whorehouses in the city of Concor, capital of the Kingdom of Concorro. As a child, he grew up with dreams of living a successful life, taking care of his mother, and maybe even raising his own family in a small house outside the city. He knew it would be difficult, but he wanted to try regardless if only to prove his pessimistic mother wrong.

As he grew up, he began to learn. He learned how to earn money through street games and scams and theft. He scavenged through the garbage and brought home books and scrolls to teach himself how to read and write. He learned how to act and speak in a way that made others pity him enough to give him spare change.

He made acquaintances (no friends for there was no friendship to be found in the streets), made enemies (desperation was motive enough to drive anyone to do something stupid), found love (it wasn’t a crush god fucking damn it!), and a hundred and one other things besides.

He also learned that innocence was a fool’s word. And that he was better off without it.

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When he was twelve years old, Johann Strauss took his first life.

He had been part of a gang at the time, a polite term for a group of street urchin. The motley ensemble was led by a particular piece of work, with the inability to accept failure and a sword sharp enough that no-one dared cross or defy his commands. Under his leadership, the ‘gang’ had made a plan to rob the Adventurer’s Guild, seizing the monthly gold earnings just as it was to be transported in the late hours of the night and making off with it before any of the Adventurers could rally and put up a fight.

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Never managed to find any decent ones
Example: This scene is from Blood Royale episode 2. One girl is suspended and is forced to shit while another girl is forced to eat it.

Looking for art of girls with guns pointed at their pussies, ready to be fired or being shot between their legs. Binus point if it's suicide

Anyone know where I could find more of this artist? Original post was on darkfetishnet's amazon combat group.

I'm sitting and waiting for her to make a loud noise, I look at her slender body, spidery limbs lazily bound to the chair at the wrists and ankles, her head drooping aimlessly about, too heavy for her to carry so that all she can do is sway back and forth, dragging along her golden waterfall of sweat frizzed hair.

I wait for her to make a loud noise, but it doesn't come. When I first put the tape over her mouth, she had so much screaming she tried to let out. I thought her parents might've been able to hear it up stairs if they weren't already well on their way up to heaven. She would stomp and tense, and her chair shuffled along randomly on the floor, I had to hold it down to keep her from kicking herself over. She had so much energy then, that was about 16 minutes ago. But now I wait for her to make the same noise, and I don't think she can.

When she looks up to me, it's only for a moment before she gets too tired holding up her head and her neck cranes back down, dropping it. When she looks up at me, her eyes just flit across mine and lose focus, finding nothing of interest in the ceiling and slowly rolling up into her head before she lets it drop again. When she looks up at me, I get a little rush of pleasure, waiting for that big sound, the anticipation grows higher as I realize it won't come. I look at her face, soaking hair matted to her forehead. The red color slowly running from her cheeks. The tape from the beginning of our play date pushed over her mouth. It's become a little loose, and when she breathes in the loose flap is sucked up to block her nose. She's starting to shake, she looks cold, I go to her.

She's nearly glistening under the warm cellar light, the smokey dust of the unused basement flirts with her form like the aura of a dream. She tries to look up at me and doesn't make it all the way, her head drops back down before she can raise up to met even my chest, so she just shivers. When I'm this close, I can hear her wheezing against the wrinkled grey tape as she tries to breathe in. I can see her back heave and drop randomly. I help her, I take my hands to her cheeks and lift her face gently. Now she can make eye contact with me.

Dialated eyes focus on random parts of my face, they don't look like they're taking in any more than a blur. They're blue, they're bigger than ever, and more beautiful than ever as well. I can see them focus and null out and repeat and repeat, I see her eyebrows wrinkle with fear and worry and pai

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Disclaimer: This is more for sharing an idea than a full story for now. Feel free to spin this further as you please. Main focus is "her" experience and fascination with her own guts coming out.

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Lisa sat down, after she had recovered from the first shock of falling from her bike and hurting her belly on the sharp corners of some farming equipment that had been left on the field road. Now she looked at the red, bubble like thing that bulged out of her belly. She was only wearing shorts and a bikini top, so her belly had been free. Oddly enough It barely bled and looked almost pinkish, so she wondered what it was. At first she thought it was a piece of plastic. It shifted slightly as she pushed against her belly skin next to it. The sight was mesmerizing as it bulged a tiny bit further out as her skin shifted. Almost like some kind of balloon. Curiously she touched the pinkish bulge. It was sticky, and she felt a numb poke somewhere inside her belly. She pressed on the other side and saw it slide out a tiny bit further. Oddly curious she squeezed her belly muscles and put a bit of pressure in her belly. Not much, after all the wound was painful. With the added pressure it bulged further, sliding ever so slowly, until suddenly, with a relief of tension and a jiggely jerk, the bubble popped free and somewhat unraveled. Gasping, she gaped at what was now clearly a loop of her entrails, coming out of the hole in her belly - coiled once on itself around her bellybutton, and then went back inside of her. It even moved slightly on its own, like a worm. It was mesmerizing. Gross and fascinating at the same time. She should have been panicing or afraid, but all she felt was curiousity and fascination and maybe a bit of arousal. Hesitantly she touched the loop with a finger, felt the loop of digestive-tract-muscle clench and propel its contents through itself as if it was an animal on its own. Playfully she squeezed it with two fingers, halting the progress of whatever she had eaten for breakfast that was in process of being digested...

Lisa hesitated for a bit, playing with the part that was supposed to be inside herself, but it did not particularly hurt. Not more than doing nothing. Feeling increasingly aroused she decided to be a bit bolder and gently tugged on it. It was the weirdest feeling in her belly, like someone was sucking on her insides. Slowly but without much resistance, more of her colon came out. In school she had learned her colon would be over two meters long, if it were to be stretched out straight. She was somewhat hesitant to pull further and relieved the tension, which prompted her entrails to slowly suck themselves back in - although still more remained outside than there had originally been. Could she stuff it back in?

Pushing slightly with two fingers, this time she did the opposite and instead of pushing her belly she made it hollow. That however was pretty uncomfy. There was a sting from where she had hurt herself and she let go of it and grimaced.

Would she be able to stand up?

Lisa was still pondering that when she heard happy barking. She knew the curious black dog. It belonged to one of the farmers and was very playful - although not well trained. She sometimes played fetch with it and the animal recognized her when she drove by. Usually it was running free...


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Lucy heartfillia

Recursive thread?

No specific gender, just the number of eyes.

who is the artist

Its hard to find good gore pics of the dragon loli. Anyone have?

There's been a decent thread in the freak show section but being no "gore" puts a damper on that. Any one have girls in magic/illusion acts (preferably failed ones) to share here, gory or not.