Post non-fatal guro if you have it. Here's some to get you going.

I want to point out that these examples are diverse for a reason. At the moment I'm not picky; any guro is fine as long as the end result isn't death, even if it's using "magic" to sustain the victim. If it turns out there's actually enough of this to warrant separate categories I'll go from there. I can't be the only one who finds snuff guro to be at best uninteresting and unimaginative and at worst a turnoff.

Does anybody have the archive of images by Cosmogore?

This one is from 6teen, as the show has a number of toilet scenes. Also please refrain from using fanart because I want to keep it official.

Post your ideas or other ideas you found about the strangest ways to execute someone
I was thinking about posting that on /g but maybe it will be more suitable on lit

This manga deserves excusive attention.
How to kill a "senpai"
things you need:
1 a room with elaborate system of wires and pulleys
2 a yandere girl with big boobs. 1 pcs
3 a meathook 1 pcs
procedure: wrap a wire around his neck, make it go though the system of pulleys and attach other end of the wire to the boob of yandere girl using huge steel hook

Requesting a new board where AI Generated content is to be placed.
Just like 3DCG was added when it became needed.

Visit my Pixiv page
username: gurolover

Does anyone know what happened to the Onion hub site? I went there looking for 3d boys and it's gone.

Quick thread for my various drowning stuff, no idea what I'm going to end up doing.

Dark And Lonely Water
=The Strong Swimmer=
(F, drowning, supernatural)

Larissa Caulfield thought herself an explorer, and she braved the depths many a time. For her, there was no greater thrill than being somewhere unknown, over her head, and making it out again.

When she set out this expedition she'd brought several guns, as well as a survival knife. It was the animals and other people she was afraid of. Not spirits, and certainly not the world around her.

Her clothes fit well, and left only enough exposed flesh that they wouldn't constrict her overly. Her average bust was kept well restrained by the sports bra, and her pants tied off around her shapely ankles to prevent anything from getting in. The only thing that was loose enough to catch was her camera, which she kept around her neck like a tourist.

Sensible, but proud; which was a good way to describe Larissa in general. Were she not proud, she never would have come to the temple alone, looking to get pictures of something no one had seen for years. Were she not sensible, she wouldn't have been able to get there, through the jungle and the dangers within.

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Anyone save any art of this character? The original artist vanished, and I haven't seen any of their stuff uploaded elsewhere.

I remember seeing a girl on girl femdom comic on Reddit, it was well drawn and featured a girl, (I think she was a witch) locking her girlfriend in a box at some kind of snuff club.

It was only implied snuff, and I remember it being mostly consensual / reluct. I think she might have used some kind of magic / mind control on her.

Anyone remember what I am talking about?

Hi guys,I can't seem to find an old comic, it was about a group of guys who bet which girls had the heaviest boobs, so they cut them off and weighed them to see who it was ? I think I remember it being in a more western style ? Oh and not to sound picky, but if you have Nhentai links, I can't use them, the site is blocked by my country, so any other source would be very much appreciated :) Thanks a lot :)

Everything that is from a female pov.

The gilding of Ben

I am a dominant male and own three slaves. One is Maria. She’s 25 and a keeper. Submissive to the extreme she takes my dick down her throat like it was the air she cannot breathe at that moment. She likes to get whipped, but she’s no pain slut. In the beginning she was not much to look at, but since I got her I have made her take cosmetic surgery which increased her bust size to a D cup. I also had them remove the protection of her clitoris and let them cut away her labia. Now she is exactly the fuck doll she always wanted to be.
Also, I got Huckleberry, which is 32 and became my first slave. I didn’t get him for sex – in the beginning – but for pleasing my inner sadistic self. We did start with SSC stuff and moved on the RACK, but didn’t stop there. Now he is an eunuch which lives to serve me and his duty is licking Maria and getting stuffed. He is so good with preparing Maria for me, that she has to be gagged. And while my neighbors know about our live style I decided, that it’s a live and let live. So, she gets gagged – which she loves – and then she does not disturb anyone. It’s a nice life, I tell you.
And then there is Ben. Just turned 19 and became my submissive just a few days after his 18th birthday. Yes, I differentiate between submissive and slave. A submissive has to serve at least 6 months before I allow him to be called my slave. It is part of a little celebration where he gets collared with a permanent steel collar. After this the slave truly becomes my property and I insist on the slave understanding what this means. Yet, Ben, which is a slender white boy with brown hair, was willing to become property, even after seeing Huckleberry’s and Maria’s scars and brandings.
I didn’t just have these three slaves. I got several more, but some I sold to interested couples, one died while serving and some just disappeared, one way or the other.
But since it is a special day today, one should not dwell on such thoughts. Especially since it is Ben’s one year anniversary!

ask humbly adout artist about this picture , did someone know about this artist or where can i find most picture about this artist

this is an excerpt from my eBook I just published, "Evil Demon: Bloodlust" … it's a joke story with the focus on gore, dark humor, and sex… (Serial killer dude kidnaps sexy grill and kills her in a bdsm sexual torture kind of way). basically a literary snuff. it's pretty short at 4.6K words.

I placed Nicole on her knees and stood up, holding the back of her head with my left hand, and moved her hair so she could see. Her gaze stayed fixed on the wall to her right, even as I pressed my cock into her left eye. She tried closing it but her eyelid wasn’t exactly an effective barrier. The bones sticking out of her shoulders swiveled around in the air and she growled viciously as I pushed my cock deeper in her eye socket. Blood and other fluids seeped out, sliding down her face and dripping off her chin. A moment before I reached the back wall, her mashed eyeball oozed out around my cock. I pressed firmly against it for good measure. Then, I went to one of the bags and obtained a cherry bomb and a lighter.

Introducing "The Beheading of Ember"

Hi my name is Shemshemet,
I'm into guro almost as long as I can remember. A long time lurker finally decided to contribute to the community :)

Feel free to contact me under
[email protected]
or pm me on reddit u/shemshemet7
I might consider doing commissions

[Castration] [Non-consensual]

I felt the thrill rise in my chest as I heaved his limp muscular frame out the truck and onto the motel bed. The courtyard was deserted, the only light from the buzzing sign and the swinging of headlights from the distant freeway. It was all planned, of course, and he wasn't even nearly my first, but it was always a very different thing planning as to doing. The flimsy plastic dust sheets rustled and crinkled and clung as I hauled him onto that pedestal, but they never tore. He lay still now, his breathing slow and shallow, his body bound by the gentle ropes of the powder I'd so innocently dusted into his drink. I looked over him, and I felt that familiar rush. That excitement of the predator looking on its prey, ready to pluck him at its leisure.

I tugged and pulled at his jeans and his flannel before finally surrendering to the ENT scissors, lazy but effectively slicing until he was as naked as the day his mother born him. How she'd hate to see him now, if she knew what he'd become and what he'd done and what I's about to do to him. But how proud she must be to see her boy all growed up, a big strong man, muscled, making some kind of living for himself off the sweat of those broad shoulders. I got up on that bed, toying with my prey. In that moment I owned him, defenceless, sedated, his powerful arms and his fierce gaze tranquillised, every advantage of his brash maleness deserting him.

I crouched down between his legs, only one piece of clothing not yet in shreds in the trash bag. I put my hand over it, feeling the warm bulge of manhood, bundled it up into my grasp, squeezing and caressing it. I knew it was ridiculous, but it wasn't for him. Heck, he was asleep, he wouldn't know. It was for me. The closer they got to the knife, the closer their manhood came to becoming mine, the more it thrilled me. I sliced open the legs of his underwear, tore the fabric away, almost mesmerised by the gentle bob of his dick as it rolled over his orbs. He was completely hairless down there, bet he thought he was god's gift.

I leaned in closer, took in the smell, his sweat, his musk. Before I knew it I was touching it, holding it to my nose, my tongue, tasting his cock. It filled my mouth and I felt it grow, quivering attentively. Soon it would be soft forever, never giving him another ounce of pleasure, never leading him astray. I pushed my head down, allowing it to stretch my throat as I inhaled his musk. My hands found his balls, one in each palm, and I felt my heart flutter as I imagined taking them from him, taking his manhood, his muscles, his manliness. Leaving his sack empty and his cock limp and turning him into an 'it'. I savoured his taste, the pre-cum automatically oozing from him as his body responded to my touch. I sucked one of those balls, felt its smooth curves against my tongue, nipped at his cords with my teeth before I stopped myself, pulled my attention back to the task at hand.

I gloved my hands and taped his stiff cock to his belly and poured the iodine on, rubbed it into his hot skin with the swabs. I draped his groin with the sterile blue paper sheets, his sack protruding through the hole. I didn't need to rush, he'd be out a good few hours more yet, but it never took me long. Out of habit I injected the lignocaine he didn't deserve into the skin down the middle of his scrotum, held it tight as I sliced through that tough membrane. A little clear fluid leaked out, and there it was: his left ball, nearly mine.

I cut through its pale flesh and muscle envelope, pulled it away from his body and dissected his cords with the outside of my scissors like I'd learned. Tied off those arteries and veins that kept his manhood alive, One, two, three knots, one, two, three ties. I put the blade of my scissors between the second and third ties before I paused. Not yet. I took the scalpel again and cut a neat line through the wall between the two halves of his scrotum, fished out his other testicle, repeated the process. Both his nuts hung out the slit I'd made, his scrotum strangely - excitingly - empty without their bulk. Would anyone else ever see him as intimately as I had? Would anyone else ever touch his cock and feel it grow and glisten as I had? I savoured the moment. I took the scissors in one hand, and his manhood in the other, drawing them away from his body and towards mine. They were already dying, anyway, those tight stitches strangling them, cutting off his testosterone supply. I closed the handles of my scissors. His plucked fruit fell into my specimen pot with a splash of formaldehyde while his pruned cords sprang back into his body.

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Post women with pussies instead of nipples w/ or w/o penetration