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In my boredom, I've been trying to explore the limits of how NovelAI understands guro content.
This research may be critical when SkyNet takes over, because I want it to be creative when it ends humanity.
I'll just be posting pretty clean renders here, I'd imagine AI content would quickly become spammy. The number of posts under the NovelAI tag on Pixiv is growing by almost 10,000 images a day. Ew.

Anyone know any good gta 5 mods for guro and ryona?

Any guro art of the MOTHER series?

Life for an Eye (M/f, free use, dytopia, butchering, beating)

Beatrice presented her ID to the clerk -- a mid 20s lady with a pixie cut -- and was given a nod and a smile, and maybe a "go ahead" but Bea wasn't too sure. It was routine, and had begun to lose all meaning. She'd been a volunteer for two years at this point, ever since she left college. She never finished her degree, and was left with a fair bit of debt -- a surmountable debt, but debt.

Debt, for Beatrice, or for anyone with a hole between the legs, meant volunteering one day a week at a local stress relief center. There was little room to those who couldn't earn their keep, who took more than they gave. The world was starving, Bea knew this, and understood her position. But it was just a little debt. She'd known others who had worked their way out of more. She could give a day of her week until she paid it off.

Then a year ago, she didn't look both ways before running a red light and she was consequently pulled over. She sucked her way out of having her head scattered across the windshield, but was fined. More debt. A new threshold, and now she wasn't allowed to wear tops of any fashion -- no shirts, no dresses, no brassieres. She also lost her right to report people for molesting her.

It was odd at first. For one, the cold. She had underestimated how much a simple cotton tee did to break the wind or cover from a chill, but she got used to it. For two, changing how she carried her purse. Before, she always wore it across the shoulder and over her chest, cradling the bag between her waist and arm. With a bare chest, though, Bea found no matter what kind of material the bag was made out of, she could always feel it, so she swapped to simply hanging it on her shoulder. The catcalling and groping weren't new, they were at least 12 years old, nearly half her life ago. They simply increased in frequency.

Bea sat her bag down in her cubby and turned to May, a young, ample (and bare) chested brunette who was in the process of untying her sneakers.

"How'd you do on your test?" Bea sat next to her on the bench and began to unlace her platform shoes.

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I love editing scat pictures using photoshop to make the shit bigger. You can post your requests and I'll edit them.

-The graphics are like the old OVA(Guessing Devilman, not sure)
-Shows a succubus girl caught by two tentacles on a river
-The succubus girl coughs blood and the tentacle rips her body apart by the waist and her two body falls into the river leaving silhouette.

NotaBene: This is her first work, so the very first pictures are a bit weak. But the work below will get better, you get see it yourself

Been play'n Blade & Sorcery. Damn its fun. I liked stabbing them between the legs so here's this.

It looks like the same artist who did a comic called "termination training."

Everybody's favorite holiday, Halloween, is almost upon us. Can't speak for everyone, but it's definitely the one and only holiday I indulge in, lighting candles in every corner, and watching my favorite goreflicks. Which brings us to today's topic: horror movies.
What are some of GC's favorite horror movies, or horror anthologies? Hell, even horror literature or games? I'm willing to bet a lot of gurochanners got their first 'awakening' from a piece of horror media.
My top 5 horror films would definitely be The Stuff, Evilspeak, Ebola Syndrome, Microwave Massacre & Scanners. What are some of yours?

This thread is for collecting guro scene excerpts from published novels.

Please site the title and author, so that the source material can be easily found and purchased by those interested.

I would like to roleplay a story where I play dom to Elliot Page. He’s cute, he’s so, so cute, I can’t stand it. I love him so much, the tiny, baby faced goofball. He’s so vulnerable, so sweet, and I love how much happier he has been this past year. He’s pretty much my favorite celebrity.

We could take this a lot of different ways. I could be the more assertive friend who he confides in, without it being anything more formal. I could even be Emma Portner, before the divorce.

It could also be more severe. A world where he was sold into my slavery to pay off gambling debts, or as part of a studio contract. Or a world where girls are property and transitioning doesn’t get him out of it. I have posted in less dark places and I’m fine with more sweet and cute scenarios, or darker and with fewer rights. I could play a man, a woman, a fellow celebrity, heck I could play a vampire (no futa).

It could be current Elliot, or pre transition. What I would love most of all is him being with this dom partner type and eventually transitioning in the game.


Basically I want to play with Elliot, I want it to be cute and very emotional, definitely with some sex eventually. Open to lots of kinks, lots of details, all that good stuff, I just want to find my Canadian munchkin. <3

If interested, comment the best way to reach you. I have Discord (best) kik, reddit

WIP Misty Garrote Snuff animation

Not much!

Got more like this?

Looking for a collection of works by this author.

"You were supposed to bring her in alive." Vulture store blankly at a dark, blood caked hole drilled through the forehead of her delivery.

"She is alive." Guerilla was still holding up his catch by the head with a heavy-duty mechanical 3rd arm. The catch, Plum, side eyed the giant carrying her while displaying as much disgust as was possible on her cherubic, chubby face. Despite the blacklit blood streaming down from the hole in the center of her forehead, over the bridge of her nose and past gummy, bubblegum pink lips, she sputtered to life and groaned in a staticky voice.

"Get f-f-fucking... off me..." Her entire face flexed in glitchy, sputtering flashes of anger when she stuttered. Her hands scratched at the mechanical wrist above her head with clumsy, de-clawed swipes.

"Fuck, really?" Vulture uncrossed her arms. "Well she's not going to stay alive if you keep fucking manhandling her. Give me that." She snapped her gaudy black and neon green respirator off her chin and over her mouth before standing to hug the little street-rat and pluck her from Guerilla's grip. "Awww, was the big bad man mean to you?" Vulture spoke in a playfully warm tone as though speaking with a newborn pet. Plum and Guerilla both recoiled and spoke in sync.

"Creepy!"

"Oh, let me have fun with it!" Vulture spat back as she laid Plum down onto the cold and firm plastic bed. That bed was the only thing there was room for in the miniscule, dark storage unit. That, a secretary chair, and a wide, blacklit ice tray under the bed that also served as the biggest light source in the room. Guerilla sighed, but Plum stayed infected with a fright she couldn't shake off. Who treats a bloodied stranger like that? What did she mean by fun? She honestly prefered her life earlier when she was being beat to shit by the bastard next to her. It was better than wondering what this wirey goth chick was planning. Plum's bright, gold eyes were wide like spotlights and shook in their sockets as she store at Vulture. She couldn't tell if it was purely nerves or if the concussion the 'big bad man' gave her was worsening-- she hadn't seen the gaping hole in her head and had no idea of her condition, but whatever the case, her words caught in her throat and all she could do was tremble violently and wet the cheap, stolen hospital bed below her.

Guerilla scooped a mechanical hand under her top and pulled it up with a finger, revealing subtle, pair sized breasts below that he leared out while nearly salivating. Plum welcomed the distraction from the fear, her eyes stuttered slowly into contact with his and pleaded for him to do something. He was to distracted by pushing his hand down into her shirt and clutching at her plush breasts.

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please explain who the fuck this straitjackit mf is

Adventuring with a party didn’t quite sit well with Sahja, but she figured that it would be much better than having to compete with the group while hunting an elite ogre. During her long career of adventuring she had learned that fellow adventurers were as much as a danger as the monsters they slay, and this particular group had individuals much more experienced than herself. She was not about to give up on the hefty reward however— even a portion of it would set her straight for months. It was easy enough, convincing them to take her, a shifty rogue, into their party. Seeing as they were all males, all it took was a shake of her hips and a rough night of cocksucking and the from the next day onwards, Sahja was traveling in style.

It didn’t take the catgirl and her new party members too long to find the ogre’s territory. It was hard to miss the scattered remains— both adventurers and village folk alike— littering its perimeters. Sahja spotted some relatively fresh remains of an elven party, the females stripped down and their nethers covered with the telltale signs of rape. She muttered a silent prayer for them before proceeding to loot the corpses blind of what valuables they still possessed. She had been in the process of relieving a particularly busty elven corpse off its bracelets when she heard her other party members call out for their wayward thief. From the urgency of their voice, they seemed to have found their quarry.

The ogre, standing over twice as tall as their gorilla of a paladin, shook the forest with its battlecry. Hefting its battleaxe, it charged the elite party without regards to its own safety. The momentum didn’t last long. Within moments the party had set up their positions and were relentlessly bearing down on the lone creature, teaching it to go on the defensive. Unfortunately for them, it had on it some thick armor, dwarven-made from the looks of it. And so the party had trouble scratching its green hide even as they took turns attacking it. Sahja arrived just in time to see their wolfish barbarian try to parry a downward swipe from the ogre’s battleaxe. The man was cloven in two for his efforts. Before the other members could mourn the loss, the paladin of the group charged in to avenge his fallen ally. As he jumped to drive his longsword into the ogre’s forehead, a fist slapped him down which, weighed down by his armor, made f

or a fatal impact.

Sahja didn’t quite much care for her companions, but seeing the ogre start slaughtering them made her not want to face it alone. She fought bravely alongside her remaining companions, darting in and out while avoiding the ogre’s slow swipes. She had speed on her side and was feeling pretty good about her odds but soon found out that it didn’t amount to shit. The tricky dwarven armor repelled most of her precise attacks, breaking a dagger in the process. Adrenaline kept her blood pumping and it soon gave way into frustration and that gave way to carelessness. As Sahja tried for the umpteenth time to pierce the giant’s hide, she cried in triumph as it sunk into flesh. However, her joy was short lived as she realized that her blade was stuck. Not quite thinking clearly, the catgirl tried to pull it out, not noticing the pike head barreling straight to her skull. Sahja didn’t even get to feel her death, instantly losing her life as the spike skewered her brain. Her body flopped around at the battleaxe’s head before the ogre shook it off its weapon. She fell unceremoniously on the ground, her brain leaking through a huge wound, as the ogre continued to butcher the rest of her party.

The ogre huffed a steamy breath as it took stock of its surroundings. Five dead adventurers— including one sexy catgirl. Feeling a throb on its manhood, the ogre shuffled over to the fallen thief girl to gawk at the sexy corpse it left behind. Brain matter spilled from its skull, on which the catgirl’s pained expression was imprinted. Her skirt flaps were hiked up, revealing a pair of rich thighs. The ogre’s erection painfully nuzzled against his codpiece at the sight. Knowing that the battle is won, he rushed over and slung the dead catgirl over his shoulder before making a beeline towards the comfort and privacy of his home, spilling more grey matter in the process.

The large codpiece containing his erection had been removed way before the ogre even entered his lair. Her ran with his stiff cock swinging against his thighs. Upon setting foot on what passed for his bed, the ogre wasted no time in slamming poor Sahja on his waiting erection. The catgirl swung listlessly before slamming face first into the hard meat stick, her limbs comically wrapping around it while her face kissed it rounded tip. Moving his fingers to Sahja’s wide hips, the ogre gripped the corpse before rubbing her body on its cock. A small whimper of satisfaction escaped the ogre’s lips along with a shiver coursing through his body. His last encounter had been a few days ago, and the elven onaholes didn’t last long after that.

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