Forgot to crop the border off the last one. Oh well.

https://www.gurochan.cx/s/res/22236.html

have some in the middle of the first comics toilet thread

a lot harder to find this post tumblr

THIS one's genuine. By Sleepy Maid

I'm open for commissions right now. It's $20/1000 words, minimum 2000 words usually, but if you're interested in a few different stories, I'd be willing to do 1000-1500 word installments on a kind of pay-as-you-go thing. Email me at [email protected] if you're interested.

Yeah I may be

You can find last one of them on omorashi.org.
Not great games, imho, due to bad audio and too much trial and error.

Checking in for the season: this story is still my nut fuel. I do hope y'all are still working on stories, either on HF or somewhere else (do tell if you do lol)

We are; in fact, we are currently working on the next chapter to this story. However, PogueMahone is on vacation at the moment and I will be too in a few weeks, so unfortunately I expect the next installment won't be finished until late November or early December.

Apparently chapter 5 was released during gurochan's downtime, so here it is for the sake of continuity. For those who follow us on hentai-foundry and have already read it, the new chapter 6 is down below.

Chapter 5: Mall to themselves

The two girls walked through the city streets hand in hand, occasionally commenting on a zombie they passed. When they were within a couple of blocks, Clara looked up at the sky.

“Looks like it’s around noon,” she said. “Seems like a waste to spend the rest of the day sitting in the apartment. Is there anything you’d like to do before we head back?”

“Hm, good question. It’s not like we can go catch a movie or anything anymore. I don’t know, I guess we could go window shopping?”

“Ooh, good, idea. If I’m not mistaken, I think there’s a mall around here somewhere. Let’s see, I think it was…”

She turned around a few times, trying to orient herself.

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Chapter 6: Having a ball

Clara and Janet walked past a series of deserted store fronts before climbing another broken escalator. The scenery was much the same as on the lower two levels: broken glass, smashed furniture and the odd mauled body as far as the eye could see. While Clara looked around, scanning the signs for anything interesting, Janet walked over to a fallen bookcase that had been pushed through the window of a bookstore. Careful not to step on any of the scattered shards of glass, she picked up one of the books. The book was called ‘No pun intended – Volume tree’, and the cover featured a squid saying ‘Are you squidding me right now’ and a seal saying ‘That’s the sealiest thing I’ve ever heard!’

“Hey, look what I found,” said Janet.

Clara walked over to her and read the cover.

“Seriously?” she said, arching an eyebrow. “Oh well, I guess a little entertainment as we walk around this place can’t hurt. Alright, hit me.”

Janet turned to a random page as they continued on.

“What lies at the bottom of the ocean and twitches?”

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I was expecting rape, then oh dear, the feels. All aboard the feel train!!

The Foxhole: Part 1

It was about 0900 with the sun just beginning to break up the heavy grey cloud cover that had been rolling overhead during the night. Private First Class Patricia Reinhart is talking to her best friend, PFC Emily Barnes about the care package and letters they had gotten from relatives back home. This is their first deployment after basic training, and the two girls are as fresh as fresh could be.

Patricia was 18, the daughter of an upper class merchant family from the capital. Blonde haired and blue eyed, she had the delicate facial features of a porcelain doll with long, slender legs and arms. The other recruits in boot camp called her "Princess" for her fair looks and demure personality, which embarrassed her mightily (although that reaction only caused her nickname to stick even harder).

Emily was a year younger, having lied to the recruiter about her age. She was the polar opposite of Patricia. Where Patricia was tall and graceful, Emily was short and stocky. Her hair was a curly brunette mess, her skin was tanned from years of working in the fields, and her eyes were a sharp emerald green. The daughter of a poor sharecropper family, she had run away to join the Army in search of a better life. She was rough around the edges, had a dirty sense of humor, and a no nonsense way of talking.

Despite the massive differences in their personality and upbringing, the two girls had gravitated towards each other from the first week at boot. Despite the differences they had things in common. Both had joined up to escape a strict, preordained path in life, and both respected each other's grit. The pair had quickly become sisters in arms, confidants, and simply close friends.

Patricia munched sedately on a biscuit from her breakfast ration pack as Emily wrote a letter with all the intensity of a physician operating on a patient. The blonde smiled at the sight, then shifted her attention to the tool they were tasked with operating. Ensconced in a foxhole, the two young soldiers were in charge of an Imperial Arsenal Model 1918 machine gun, a "light" recoil operated, air cooled automatic weapon that weighed about 11 lbs. Patricia grimaced as she remembered the countless failures and malfunctions she had experienced on the cursed thing back in boot camp. If the machine gun failed, the two girls had two ancient single action revolvers that had been converted from black powder about a decade before they had been born. There were six shots available before needing to laboriously push the empty casings out one by one, and shoving fresh rounds in, manually indexing the cylinder each time. It would be quicker to use their shovels as weapons than to reload, she often grumbled.

So lost in reverie was she that faint whistle almost escaped her attention. The whistle sounded again, louder this time. Patricia perked up and scrambled over to the machine gun, all drowsiness forgotten. Emily was right beside her, dragging a case of ammunition belts. Patricia unlatched the feed cover, opened it up, grabbed the proffered belt from Emily and stuffed it into the feed tray. She slammed the top cover down and yanked the charging handle back. Their ears picked up the unmistakable sound of gunfire further down the line, and soon they saw enemy soldiers running towards their position. Patricia squeezed down on the trigger, and the gun burst into action. It ripped into the charging group, cutting them down in large swathes. Patricia kept the trigger down, sweeping the land in front of her position with lead, her world vibrating as the gun recoiled, the awful din reverberating in her ears. There was a click and Patricia finally let go of the trigger.

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>>16076
The Foxhole: Part 2

The assault lasted for most of the day and into the evening.

Wave after wave of the enemy had rushed headlong into the Imperial machine gun nests and trenches, their sprawling corpses piling up in the wet earth of the battlefield. Patricia and Emily had repelled by their estimate at least 150 soldiers, and were halfway through their last 200 round belt.

The shadows grew long as the sun set, and Patricia wondered when they would get resupplied. After hours of combat, the girls were exhausted and their nerves frayed. Emily had taken one of the "go pills" they had been issued with at midday, and now she was beginning to crash hard from the high. Patrica had to gently shake her every time Emily's head nodded forward. Patricia let her mind begin to wander. She looked at the bodies scattered in front of her and felt a wave of nausea. She had snuffed out hundreds of lives, and the girl felt the gravity of that begin to settle over her. Patricia looked down at her pale, slender fingers and shivered. The hands that had once elegantly embroidered fancy dresses and gracefully played the piano were covered in blood.

Lost in thought, the teenager didn't notice the dark forms slowly crawl past the bushes surrounding the foxhole. Nor did she notice them slowly pad behind her and Emily. It was only when rough, gloved hands clamped over her mouth did she snap back to reality.

By then, her fate was sealed. Her blue eyes shot wide open as her hands clawed at the muscular arms restraining her. She saw the cold gleam of a knife and felt raw terror flood her heart. Animal instincts took over. She thrashed furiously, but the arms were far too strong to slip out of. The knife struck, slamming into her breast and penetrating between her upper ribcage, the tip of the blade slicing open her aortic arch.


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Just a short story I wanted to share. My first story! Criticism welcome

Damn, this is hot!

Vol.2

And Vol.3

Anyone got these sets?

Bump

I guess why not?

(For future reference, this sort of thing is really easy in paint.net with the Clone Stamp tool. Seriously, if I can do that, anyone can.)

>>11947
Thanks so much!

>>11947
The problem is that I'm using an Apple computer and I can't seem to find a download link that works with it.

>>11955

PDN unfortunately doesn't exist for Mac, since it's based on Windows software. Try searching for art programs with a clone stamp tool.

What a clone stamp does is it repeatedly c/ps the pixels from one location onto another, maintaining x/y difference between your cursor and the anchor point. Say you set the anchor point to (0,0) and then click on (20, 20). Then you draw a line from there to (50, 50). A copy of the line of pixels from (0,0) to (30, 30) will be copied onto where you just drew. So look for a tool that does that. Good luck!

>>7238

Alright Ian, it's been a year! Let's see that story!

Anybody else want to try and tackle this idea?

bump

I'm open for story commissions right now! I also will get it done inside a week if it's the first thing in my commissions queue.

Portfolio: https://archiveofourown.org/users/whydoihavethiskink/works
Email: [email protected]
Rates: $20/1000 words, minimum 2000 words (short story).

Use the clonestamp tool in paint.net (a free art program) to paint over the head. Then draw blood or whatever on the neck stump if you like. Or, pay someone to do it. This is actually simple enough that I could do it myself, but I've done one of these requests already tonight and that's enough for when it's not my kink.

I do a lot of writing about it, plus some photo edits and art commissions.



Mostly I post about it over on my blog at FrictionByBill DOT blogspot DOT com.



But, you can also find posts & stories from me here if you dig around a bit.



Cheers,

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Bump! I'd like to know as well. Happy and eager for beheading is my fav. Willing/consensual all the way!

Nothing better than girls eager about being snuffed. Have you seen this thread? https://www.gurochan.cx/g/res/13049.html

If you want stories, AO3 is a very well organized archive and has nearly 5000 fatal gore works, some of which are going to be victim POV (victim POV isn't a supported Archive tag, unfortunately): https://archiveofourown.org/works?utf8=%E2%9C%93&work_search%5Bsort_column%5D=revised_at&include_work_search%5Bwarning_ids%5D%5B%5D=18&work_search%5Bother_tag_names%5D=&work_search%5Bexcluded_tag_names%5D=&work_search%5Bcrossover%5D=&work_search%5Bcomplete%5D=&work_search%5Bwords_from%5D=&work_search%5Bwords_to%5D=&work_search%5Bdate_from%5D=&work_search%5Bdate_to%5D=&work_search%5Bquery%5D=&work_search%5Blanguage_id%5D=&commit=Sort+and+Filter&tag_id=Gore

I'm also currently open for story commissions. Email me at [email protected] if you're interested.

Bump with something

https://www.imagefap.com/photo/776842259/

I'm open for story commissions right now, if you're interested in stories about this topic as well as pictures. (It would be nice to get a commission for a kink I really enjoy!)

Portfolio: https://archiveofourown.org/users/whydoihavethiskink/works
Email: [email protected]
Rates: $20/1000 words, minimum 2000 words (short story) unless the request is extremely simple.

Are you willing to commission something? I've got some guro works here: https://archiveofourown.org/users/whydoihavethiskink/works

I don't have any works with f-on-m snuff (people haven't requested it yet), but it's a perspective I can write. My commission rates are $20/1000 words, usually minimum 2000 words (it's usually difficult to fill a typical client prompt in enough detail otherwise; 2000 words is a pretty average short story). Email me at [email protected] for more details!

Don't post links faggot.

I hope you know we already have a thread for OLs

Here

do we have anymore nintendo charcters

Bump

Anyone have any of Mia fey? I saw one a while back and cant find it anymore.

>>67187

this is all I've ever seen of her, I think