Oh, wow. This is some hot stuff! I love your style and subject matter, please keep it up!!

Nice to have you back, i know your work from baraag, do you happen to know where and if we could find more dolcett pics from the now gone humblr?

You work is gorgeous! I remember your thread from olf gurochan, please, keep it up and post more!

Unfortunately your thread got affected by the wipe badly, can you please re-post missing images?

>>84768
Does anyone have the rest of this guy's stuff?

For those who are worried that some of the pictures are gone. Don’t worry, I know what is gone and what remains.
And I will reupload anything missing.
Once this is all sorted out. I’ll put a few more of M00zg artwork.

This thread is locked due to vast corruption

FREAK

There's a download link for all of Dino Velvet's work in /dis/.

http://puu.sh/o9iJe/b9a364c6f5.zip

>>277
What happen to him？

woo I love it, welcome back ^^

Man Ive been following this since the off beatr days,I'd gladly pay for a new set.

clean cuts ^_^

Posting another few, this one's a bit more subtle...

Boom, headshot! (This was a birthday present for someone.)

Some sad girl vibes

...and a sketch on a classic Dolcett theme to finish off!

M2H! is that you?

I was supporting you on Fanbox until the site rejected my card! I'll try to keep supporting you soon! You're one of my favorite artists!

2/3

3/3

Your body has warning signs of danger and should rarely be ignored. Panic, pain, difficulty acting, moving or even breathing. Your body has these warning signs to help keep you alive and to warn you of danger, but for some this is just a hinderance for a spell.

It had taken months of practice and play to get to the point she was at. To iron out that annoying panic signal her brain always gave off the moment she started to run out of air. To ignore the light headedness the lack of air brought for the sweet release that came after. To ignore the pain that was washed away the moment that warmth flooded her body.

She thought she was safe; she had practiced for months, used something thin and flimsy that could be easily rendered with her teeth, and /knew/ her limits. Well, the problem with limits is you never know what they are until you push them over the edge, and until you break through those limits. Only then are you truly capable of knowing what you can or can not do, but for some that is too little too late.

This had become her almost daily pattern now after coming home from work. Flop on her bed with a toy or not, slip a thin bag over her head and tuck it into her collar before securing the collar. Normally what took her thirty minutes or more to accomplish was done in mere seconds once her air ran out. That though had an inverse affect in it slowly taking longer and longer to accomplish her peak. The more she did it the longer it took, or that much more effort it took just to peak.

After a while of doing this she had learned to ignore her brain’s panic symptoms. She had rid herself of the panic that made her shred so many of the thin plastic bags. She had learned that the release that came after her head became clouded and blank was strong. She had learned to ignore the pain in her lungs since once the release hit her that pain would fade. All she had to do was tear the flimsy bag with a claw, tooth, or even her hand and she would be able to breathe again.

The problem was with every session the time it took grew seconds longer in what used to take mere seconds to peak. Now it was taking her nearly two minutes without air for her body to peak, but it was the only alternative now. She had trained her body in such a way that it was impossible to peak without the danger, and no matter what she used or how hard she tried she could not achieve that release.

Tonight, she had again covered her head, tucked in the bag, taken a deep breath, and secured her collar to her neck. She had opted to simply use her fingers instead of a toy as well since she saw now difference in time required, and her fingers felt that much better to her. As she lied there holding her breath as long as she could she played with herself, working on her labia at first and not touching her passage until the next breath. Always slowly escalating the pleasure with each practiced breath.

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Chatin slipped her dress on getting ready for her date tonight, and tonight being Valentine’s Day. She had met a feline several months back and what had started out as a simple friendship had evolved into that much more. Although they were both a predator and a female it mattered little to her, and had long since ignored warnings from others on their relationship. What fears she had long since disappeared once their relationship became intimate.

For the night she had opted for a dress that was fancier than her normal attire, being lined with lace around the edges and across the shoulders. The dress covered her torso entirely down to her thighs, but left her back completely exposed down to her tail. With the fabric hugging her form it left enough visible to be attractive while hiding enough to make one wonder. She had worn nothing passed the dress assuming in advance that it wouldn’t be staying on her for too long anyway.

En lieu of a restaurant for the evening Aisha had opted that she come to their house for dinner, as she apparently had something special in mind. However, dinner wasn’t at the front of her thoughts currently, and it made her twitch thinking about the feline. Every time they had grown intimate, she was always left hanging and forced to solve the problem later. She was hoping tonight would be different after finally being invited to the cat’s home and on Valentine’s to boot.

She arrived at Aisha’s home in short order with her house not being too far away, though she had no idea of this fact until recently. Her claws clacked against the pathway as she walked to the door before rasping against it with her hand. Chatin was quickly met with the smiling feline wearing a red corset and matching skirt that blended well with their mostly pink fur. Aisha ushered her in with a kiss against her cheek before waving her off to sit down. “Have a seat dinner will be ready soon.” She said before disappearing from view.

Chatin flopped against the leather couch abruptly, not bothering to sit down normally. Immediately stretching out and relaxing, she waited on the feline to return. She closed her eyes waiting and thinking forward to the night, squirming lightly as her thoughts drifted straight into the gutter. It did not help her thoughts in the least when she suddenly felt claws dragging along her inner thigh. The sensation making her groan softly, she opened her eyes to the feline hovering above her purring. A second later that gaze was met with a kiss against her lips as the claws raked their way higher up her thigh.

Her groan quickly turned into a moan from the sensation, muffled with her lips pressed against the other girl’s. Those claws worked higher and higher while avoiding flesh, testing seemingly at her boundaries while quickly learning there was nothing beneath that dress. The sounds of her moaning and Aisha’s purring quickly filled the room before coming to a halt as the claws along with lips pulled away. Those claws, those sharp feline claws, however drug away with far more force than before leaving marks on her skin. The action however simple and quick earned a sharp moan from the skunk, making her shake in place while the feline only pulled away. “Food’s done.” Aisha said simply while walking away with her tail flicking idly behind her.

With a disappointed groan she drug herself from the couch on legs that were already shaking, and headed into the dining room to join the cat. Although she had no clue what had been prepared beforehand the sight of what looked like a steak with an assortment of vegetables made her mouth water. She knew most of what had been prepared was for her alone with Aisha primarily eating meat, and with their plate being sparse of anything but a steak of their own. Along with her long since getting used to Aisha being a predator, she had also grown used to the feline eating like one, so she paid no mind to it as she sat down.

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Dinner was over at this point and she was almost literally drug from the dining room to bedroom only to be shoved down onto the bed. Her legs dangled off the side while she struggled to sit up before falling backwards once she felt a tongue against her folds. The noise that came from her muzzle was nothing short of bliss as her back arched and thighs parted widely for the feline. After having been teased each and every time by Aisha only to be left at the edge, and even at the start of the night, she utterly melted at the feeling. The teasing had gone on for the entirety of their dating and as that warm tongue met her damp folds she nearly peaked from that alone.

Reluctantly, Aisha pulled away after only a few moments of the pleasure, earning a groan from the skunk as she looked down confused. That confused look quickly disappeared, noticing the very bright and very hard erection protruding from the herm’s body. “Fuck…” Chatin said in bewilderment at the sight while Aisha quickly leveled herself with the well lubricated entrance. No words were shared as the feline pressed forward penetrating the skunk and spearing her folds apart slowly. The feline’s anatomy was different and resembled an equine more than anything, and as such that broad head took a moment to stretch her opening before popping inside. The moment it popped in, however, a sharp gasp could be heard from the skunk followed by a drawn out moan as it only slid its way deeper into her.

Aisha moved slowly at first, taking her time to hilt inside Chatin before even beginning to thrust. Each movement was methodically slow while gradually building speed until their bodies slapped against each other. Both moaned in unison for a time while Aisha grew in speed until Chatin grew quieter and sluggish. The skunk would peak suddenly without warning, squeezing at the thick shaft buried in her before falling slack entirely against the bed. Aisha paid no mind to this even as the skunk began to pass out and only continued to thrust into that passage until meeting her peak, filling the motionless body with her seed.

The feline pulled out slowly with a groan and left her on the bed to begin gathering things needed for dinner. After a few minutes, she returned to grab the skunk and tossed the female over her shoulder before heading for the kitchen. She had much to do before the initial drugs wore off and her girlfriend awoke hours later. Although part of her wondered how much she could accomplish while her partner was incapacitated, as it took time to prepare a full size anthro.

Chatin would awaken some time later with an audible groan as her limbs throbbed along with her head, and as hard as she tried, she couldn’t move. Everything was blurry as she opened her eyes and she felt like she had been drinking as she looked about. It was confusing what she was seeing, being that her arms were outstretched away from her towards the ceiling and something was tied tight around her upper arms. Her lower arms throbbed heavily as well as her lower legs, but she couldn’t see them past her torso that was being held up by her arms. She had been secured to a rack with her limbs tied off above each joint and pulled outward away from her body, leaving her quite immobile and defenseless.

Another thing she couldn’t see or feel was the IV protruding from her neck, feeding her a slow drip of heavy pain killers that was causing the drunken sensation. It wasn’t until she tried to open her muzzle to speak, and fail to do so, that she knew something was wrong. Granted her partner had been sitting by, watching and waiting for her to wake up the entire time, sitting just out of view of the skunk while playing with an oddly curved knife. “Morning, sweetheart.” She said in a tone the skunk didn’t recognize, but made her turn towards the sound regardless.

“Sorry, but I tied your muzzle shut. At this point your moans will be enough, and I don’t want to hear any pleading.” She said in a tone that sounded almost disgusted to Chatin which only made her wonder what was wrong. “Remember when you asked how I made your dinner? Well, I meant it when I said I’d show you.” Aisha continued while still out of view before Chatin felt a sharp sting at the base of her neck dragging downward. The sting almost felt like a claw raking down her spine and admittedly drew a lustful moan from her in her delirious state.

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Chatin moaned lewdly from the sensation as Aisha began to thrust immediately while the feline’s claws dug into her back. The pain from the claws only aroused her further making her tighten around that shaft until she felt something wrong. That wrong feeling was Aisha slowly separating Chatin’s pelt from the cuts she had made just prior. Aisha used her claws to get in under that layer of flesh and fur, getting purchase on it before tugging slowly away from the spine. Although flooded with drugs, the pain of what was happening was still intense and made her writhe against her bindings while immediately screaming in response. Though the screaming was muffled from her muzzle being tied shut, her pelt was slowly torn from her body while the feline rutted into her.

The pain was unlike anything she had felt before and no matter how she moved it wouldn’t stop. She tried to plead for Aisha to stop, but it was just as muffled as her screams as Aisha suddenly slammed into the skunk. Chatin felt warmth flood her passage as cold began to wash across her back and shoulders. That cold brought unimaginable stinging that only continued to spread with the cold, moving towards her chest now. It was at this time that the feline pulled free of the skunk, letting their joining drip to the drain below as she focused on the work at hand now.

She could now see what was happening as she looked down, as much as she didn’t believe it and as much as her brain was screaming. Aisha was tearing her fur literally from her body in one piece, and it was excruciatingly painful as well as slow. It wasn’t until she actually saw it happening that she heard the sickening sound caused by it as well, but that sound only lasted a few more seconds as the remainder of her pelt tore free from her body. She screamed until she had no air left in her lungs as her entire torso had been rendered furless, skinless and leaving only patches on her body. Her neck, upper arms, lower arms, tail and pelvic area were the only things still covered in fur at this point.

Tears rolled down her face from both the emotions flooding her brain and the pain that was beyond anything she had experienced before. She was confused as to how she was still awake during all this, and further why Aisha was doing this. The feline offered no explanation though as she methodically moved on to the next task, grabbing a fine-toothed saw after setting the pelt down. “Honestly, I don’t skin everyone I bring home for dinner, but your pelt was far too beautiful to simply shave off and waste. You are however one of the few I’ve drugged enough to keep you alive during this part… well, until your body goes into shock at some point.” Aisha said as she lined up the saw with one of the skunk’s joints.

“Funny thing about bones. They’re actually pretty hard to cut through neatly, as they’re quite hard… not to mention arteries… but if you tie off just above the joint... and separate there… then it’s easy.” The feline continued to monologue as the blade dug into the skunk’s flesh, tearing through it with ease despite the sickening noise. The pain was somehow worse than the last experience, making her writhe violently against her bindings while screaming once again. The screaming didn’t last much longer though as her voice gave out from the severity, falling to only muted noises as her body was dismembered. Aisha worked quickly to sever each limb at the joint, having already tied off above the joint to prevent her partner from bleeding out.

After a few more excruciating moments the skunk was rid of her lower arms and legs, leaving her with just her torso and the upper portions of her limbs. The next thing she felt was another sharp bite, along with a snapping sound, as her tail was literally torn from her body, leaving only another aching wound as she began to shake violently. “Oh dear… can’t have that…” The feline said while increasing the drip rate on the IV until the shaking slowly subsided. “I didn’t think removing your tail would be the tipping point… but I’ll remember it if I ever bring a skunk home again.” She said casually as she tossed the lifeless tail onto the skunk’s pelt.

“I was truly hoping to keep you alive for the finale… but it looks like you won’t last much longer. Such a frail thing.” Aisha said mostly speaking to herself at this point as she began to lower the skunk from the rack, and carry her to a nearby metal table. “Granted you’re likely too drugged to appreciate this next part… but…” She only continued to say before dragging another knife down the torso of the skunk, severing the flesh but only earning a muffled groan from her partner. Slowly Aisha began to cut open and separate the flesh, revealing the abdominal cavity beneath it.

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As always comments and criticism are appreciated. Lewdness is also welcome ;p

You can find me by my name easy enough elsewhere >.>

The main hallway is a buffet of babes to snuff. You creep along the wall, crouching behind every plant, vending machine, and bench. You ambush and kill eight girls along the way. You bare the breasts of anyone who isn’t already topless before moving on. You try to gun down two Asian girls who seem to be twins, but your guns are empty and they sprint away, screaming, as you reload. “Damn it!” They are nowhere in sight as you scan the hall.
You dive under a bench as footsteps echo from the stairwell three meters away. You lift the gun as a woman with copper side buns emerges, dressed in a black tank-top and black tactical pants. You want to watch her melons jiggle as you empty a magazine into them. She’s wearing a headcam and armed with two Glocks and an AK-12, with daggers sheathed on her hips. You aren’t allowed to kill another hunter.
You duck as a door opens. A black-haired girl and a brunette run out. You raise your gun, but the redhead opens fire before you can aim. The girls dance as the AK-12 obliterates their chests.
“Goddamnit!”
She laughs. “What’s the matter? Couldn’t get it up?”
You grumble as she steps over the twitching bodies of her prey.
“You wanna fuck me on their corpses?”
You would like to, but you can have sex any old day; probably not on the bodies of dead girls. You don’t want to spend time doing something else when you could be gunning down teenagers.
“It’s a tempting offer, but I’ll have to call a rain check. Maybe we can meet up after I win the Dead Cunt?”
“Ha! Do you mean when I win?”
You scowl. “We’ll see. You have to suck my cock if you lose.”
She smiles. “Only if you eat my pussy when you lose.”
“Deal!”

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The two Asian twins you lost earlier are coming up the stairs as you come out of the bathroom. Their eyes bulge as you aim your gun. Click! You forgot to reload. They run, screaming, as you grab your M9s. You chase them down the stairs. You fire at one turning the corner, grazing her black hair as she disappears. You run down the stairs after them. They’re joining a blonde and a Latina with pink hair at the bottom. Another shot misses.
You hit the bottom. The twins are running with six other girls. They scream as bullets fly past them and you give chase. They run onto a short hall ending at a double door. They run in as you reload your guns.
You go through the doors into a library. A black girl is sitting on one of the tables near the front desk, naked and fapping in front of a camera mounted to a beam. Two girls, a busty brunette and a flat-chested blonde, watch the girls you’re chasing running to a double door on the other side. Before they can reach the door it barges open and four more screaming girls enter. A black man clutching an AK-47 comes up behind them. The girls clump around the tables, crying and screaming as you close in on them.
“How shall we divide this?” He asks.
You count heads. “There’s fifteen girls. Why don’t we even the numbers together?” You point at the fapping black girl.
She strokes faster and sobs as you two aim. You pull the trigger first. She screams as thirty rounds shred her hand and womanhood. She clutches her bleeding crotch and dances around, wailing. He fired thirty rounds into her perky breasts, ending her screams. She writhes on the floor as you turn to the remaining girls.
“Now there’s fourteen: seven each.”
You point at the twins. “I get them.”
“Alright.” He points at a shelf on the far end of the opening. “My girls line up over there.”
“And mine line up behind these two.”

You and your fellow hunter pick out your girls. The girls, most of them sobbing, fall in their respective lines.
“Alright,” the black guy approached his girls, “I want you to strip.”
One of the twins, chestnut hair with streaks of pink, steps forward. “Please show mercy.”
The other group strips as the hunter paces in front of them. When the last girl pulls her pants off and stands with her hairy pussy, covering her giant tits, he stops. “I want you all to masturbate for me. You better hurry if you want an orgasm before you die, because I’m only giving you five minutes. Then you all are going to fucking die.”
“I’ll suck your dick.” The twin gropes your crotch. “Just show some mercy.”
You sit on the table. “I won’t spare your life, but you can suck my dick.” You whip out your cock, slapping her in the face with the head. “How much mercy I show depends on if you can win.”
“Win?”
“Am I right to assume that you’re actual sisters? Or do you two just happen to look alike?”
“We-we’re sisters.”
You grin. “I want your sister to lick your pussy while she sucks me off. If she has an orgasm before I do I will shoot her in the pussy. If she can make me come first I’ll shoot her in the head.”
The sisters look at each other and nod. The other one grabs her sister’s blue jeans shorts and pulls them off. Her Charmander panties follow. She spits on your dick and takes in her mouth as her sister kneels between her legs. Her sister’s tongue laps her pussy while her head bobs up and down your shaft, slurping each time she comes up. She squirms and clenches her legs around her sister. She comes, her squeals muffled by your cock. Cunt juices spill down her sister’s chin and throat. You pull out and stroke your cock. She closes her eyes as you ejaculate onto her face.
She tugs as you pull her onto the desk. “Please don’t shoot me in the pussy. Just shoot me in the head, I don’t want my pussy destroyed. Show me some mercy.”
“I’m sorry, but we had a deal.”

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You enter the lobby.
“Welcome!” You shake the hand of Roy Long, the host of High School Murder Spree. Two girls, the only survivors of the night’s massacre, gossip on a bench with each other and their parents.
The redhead waves as you join your fellow hunters.
“Did you satisfy your bloodlust?”
“Yep. I think so.”
“Alright, if I can get your attention,” Roy booms, “the winners of tonight’s High School Killing Spree are,” he looks at his phone, “Ashley Miller, and Kelsey Rodriguez!” He hands each of them a check.
“Thank you!” They grin.
He turns to your group. “The winner of the Dead Cunt is Joseph Lucero with thirty kills.”
“Well,” you whisper in the redhead’s ear, “I guess we both lose.”
“Does that mean you eat me and I blow you?”
You grin. “That sounds fair.”
“My hotel after this.”
A bald man comes out of an office carrying the Dead Cunt; a bronze statue of a vagina with a knife in it. He hands it to the black man.

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Also, I'm Zion Marshall. I used the wrong name by accident; it's one I use for something else on another site.

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Love your art

You are an inspiration <3

>>27241
Good to have you back!
What's going on Pixiv? I'm not aware of anything, always thought they basically have no problems with guro

>>27341

Not op, but a bunch of chinese artists have been deleting their guro works and/or accounts lately. Idk if it's related but there was also a debacle where some people were calling for JM to be arrested for drawing art degrading women. Also he deleted his pixiv account.

Also, being a Japanese site you have to put up with their weird genital censorship laws. Like, クロニ for example apparently got reported or something an now all the genitals in their work are censored in their pixiv gallery.

Really good to see you back! :)

wow

nice work!

Do you happen to have an image by the name of light and darkness or some such?

У меня много всякого есть. По названию не вспомню сейчас

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22-pg "Moral support"

original to https://subscribestar.adult/art-of-bloodotaku or https://bloodart20.fanbox.cc/