Anyone has the rest of these?

Cub gore thread.

This is my continuing collection of stories of fucked up romance. The best stories are gruesome murder out of a deeper love than life could bear. The core of my stories is the absolute extremes of love, horror, empathy and worthlessness mixed together in unrealistically contradictory bundle of emotions. Join me in my search for the ultimate extremity of the human and machine imagination in the realm of macabere romance.

If you have story ideas in this field or just want to chat and get to know me, I'd love to hear from you in my protonmail inbox.

For transparency's sake: these stories are a collaboration between me and a machine.

Disclaimer: these stories are an art project in exploration of imagination. None of this is real and should ever become real. I condone no violence, rape, murder, underage or animal intercourse in real life. If you feel you have any of these urges, go check yourself into a mental facility before it's too late.

(For Onix: realism has no place in my stories, so don't bother starting a discussion about that)

Would it be fine to share all i did with AI on anonymous file sharing like file.io or catbox.moe ,easy upload so on, but it's mostly real photo AI of (semi)real celebrity or person,
i kept losing lots of em when i move from sd cards to sd cards,
so maybe i can store it here or some way, and if there's a growing anonymous gallery of some sort, is also welcome.

Hello all,

I will still be doing animations, but I will be releasing image sets from SFM more often because they are easier to make, and allow me to be more gorey. This one's part one of "Depraved Corsairs" which I will be continuing.

I've some other ideas floating around. Inspired by AC Origins, I thought of a Roman consul supressing a beautiful dark skinned high priestess who is challenging Rome's authority.

A far-right racist rally, invaded by BBC.

Mongol Invasion, Alien invasion, Bank robbery.

Give me your ideas. I listen to all requests, but some are too hard for my skill level. I remember the poster who asked about Nyotengu beheading, but the SBS was just too diffiuct for me. Anyway let me know what you think and gives some ideas. Also if you know of another place to post image sets let me know. Enjoy!

-Shiver out!

I think /fur/ could use a drawthread

Rules:
>someone makes a request

>someone else draws that request for them


Simple as that

Pic completely unrelated

Trying to round up art from Razor3DA, his deviant art account is gone. In case you don't recognize the name, his women look like this.

Why did anyone thought of this?!
We’re in the future. Someone should get the A.I. to make something.
It feels lazy and defeats the whole purpose of viewing hardworking artist everywhere.
But it’s honestly very curious and tempting to see what it can do.
This Picture is just an example that’s found here.
>>100899
If someone here is bold enough to try it.
Post the A.I. Art here.
Make sure it doesn’t get us in trouble.
Modders. If you think this is a bad idea.
I’ll delete this post immediately. Just say the word.

Angels, fairies, demons, etc. getting their wings broken, severed, torn off, or otherwise removed

Dear friend,

First of all, I must say that I’ve been meaning to write to you for a long time. For years, actually. This letter has been in the making since I was a teenager. I'm about to enter the second quarter of my century, and I thought if I didn't do it now, I’d never do it.

I've been feeling very nostalgic lately. Every day I reflect on my life, especially on my art. You know I like to write. And I think about why I write. What is it that moves people to do anything?

I think it's love and pain. I believe that humans were made to escape pain and protect love. I say “protect” and not “seek” because love is inherent in human beings, contrary to what cynics might say. To be alive is to flow with love, and as proof of this I can show you the history of humanity: eras of pure misery, suffering that transcends generations, the worst of the worst. Would we consciously choose to continue an existence plagued with endless evils, if there wasn't a reason to do so? Don't you think we would have decided a long time ago to put an end to all evil forever, that is, to voluntarily extinguish ourselves, if we thought that was the most rational thing to do? What makes our small and insignificant species not choose to self-destruct is what makes it not so insignificant. It’s love for life that moves the world, my friend. It may be subconscious, it disguises itself, it changes shape, but it's there.

But when it comes to art, it doesn't matter what moves the world; an artist is an individual, and the human mind must be analyzed in terms of its uniqueness. What can move an artist who has never loved, or who has never felt pain? Where can his magic… his inspiration come from? Where is an artist's love born?

Art is sensory. We can see it in paintings, movies and novels; we smell and taste it in culinary works; we can touch it on the fabric of a dress; we hear it in orchestras and indie rock bands. But its inspiration is not sensory. It isn’t intellectual either: it doesn’t come from the body or the mind.

There's a book called The War of Art (by Steven Pressfield) that states that all callings of the soul, that is, vocations, come from a single source, a single metaphysical force, separated, but united to us, that indicates the path we must follow to reach happiness. There is a force that wants us to accomplish our mission. They are the angels, the muses, the “inspiration”, whatever you want to call it. When we do what we came to do in the world, we are accompanied by this force.

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Any good combat/battle 3D shit out there? Saw some decent stuff on Deviant art before they went all pg-13 but never saved anything sadly...

Remember these? You know the drill. Drop your requests. If you REALLY want your idea done, message me via discord at Sadkid#2224 for an art trade and your idea will be prioritized.

I've been struggling with finding friends/partners in my local bdsm scene. I fear my kinks are too extreme for most. even showing up to meet ups i get scared to participate due to extensive self harm scarring/wounds. But i can't get off without it anymore.
Outside of that, since I'm into simulated snuff/autoassassinophilia, i fear choosing the wrong partner and actually being killed. which is… hot but also inconvenient for the things i want outside of sex. I've had several romantic relationships, but they've all been way more vanilla than me. If i bring up the harder stuff they end up disgusted and i don't bring it up again. Not even gore/blood stuff, just like incest or impact or cnc (which i feel is more or less normalized currently)
I have like three friends irl and none are close. Sometimes folks hit on me so i know I'm not completely disgusting to look at. but i shut them down, just knowing dating in the vanilla sphere is a lost cause.
I crave these close relationships everyone else seems to have but i just feel it's impossible for me at this point. I want all the soft stuff too. Cuddling and intimacy and all that. But that requires a level of intimacy that when I've tried to show it, it's put away in a box. I don't know, I'm just venting. But i feel like tar being asked to behave like water. it just doesn't work.
anyone else feel like this?

Impalement thread.

The old thread hit the limit
Post any furry asphyx you got.

Would anyone be willing to translate this full story into English or no anyone who would take on such a task?
Story is here: https://www.pixiv.net/novel/series/9196047

Slammed (updated)
Animation links.. let me know in the comments which you like the most!

1. Partially clothed: https://files.catbox.moe/sarpbn.mp4

2. Naked: https://files.catbox.moe/hkmzuv.mp4

3. Long/short: https://files.catbox.moe/vlorcq.mp4

4. Another nude: https://files.catbox.moe/dchbrm.mp4

The air was thick with anticipation as the crowd roared, their voices echoing off the cold concrete walls. They were gathered here for one reason and one reason only: to witness the ultimate power struggle between two individuals, each with their own unique strengths and weaknesses. In one corner, stood Marcus, a towering figure of dominance and muscle. At 6ft 10in tall and weighing a staggering 275 pounds, he was a force to be reckoned with. His eyes gleamed with a predatory hunger as he scanned the crowd, searching for his next victim. And in the other corner, there was Sandra.

She was just a 13-year-old girl, barely more than a child, with a body that hadn't yet fully matured. Her hair was a tangled mess, her face flushed from fear and embarrassment, and her small frame trembled as she stood there, naked and vulnerable. Sandra was the perfect victim for Marcus. He enjoyed physically dominating girls, and there was no denying that she was going to be an easy target.

The crowd grew silent as the referee, a burly man with a crooked nose, stepped between them. He motioned for them to touch gloves, and Sandra tentatively reached out, her tiny fist making no impression on Marcus' massive hand. The crowd laughed, their cruel amusement only serving to fuel Marcus' desire to hurt her.

He stepped back, bouncing on his toes like a panther ready to pounce. With a powerful thrust, he drove his fist into Sandra's stomach, doubling her over. She let out a sharp gasp, her eyes unfocused with pain. Marcus didn't wait for her to recover; he was on her in an instant, his meaty forearm slamming into her shoulder blades, driving her face-first into the mat. The impact reverberated through her entire body, and she felt a sharp stab of pain in her neck.

She dropped to her knees, gasping for air as Marcus towered over her, his chest heaving with each ragged breath. "Get up," he growled, reaching down to grab her hair in his massive hand. He yanked her to her feet, forcing her to face him again. "You're going to give me a fight, aren't you?" he sneered, his words dripping with contempt. Sandra shook her head, tears streaming down her face. She wanted to fight back, but she knew she couldn't. Marcus was too strong, too big.

"Wrong answer" Marcus hissed as he grabbed Sandra by the throat and lifted her off the ground. Her feet dangled helplessly in the air as he slammed her back-first against the mat with a sickening thud. He let her body slump to the ground, gasping for air. Her vision swam and her head throbbed painfully. But she didn't fight back. She didn't want to provoke him further.

He kicked the small girl's legs apart roughly, spreading her wide. "You're just a little slut, aren't you?" he growled, lowering his face to her crotch. Sandra whimpered as his hot breath brushed against her sensitive flesh. She felt his rough hands roughly part her labia, exposing her helpless, vulnerable sex to his view. He chuckled darkly, his hot breath causing her to tremble. "You're so wet for me, aren't you?" he whispered, his voice vibrating against her tender skin.

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Well, haven't do new works for 10 months.
Here's the new one.

It's about some hot slut agents got brutally tortured.
Enjoy it~

Is there any good critical theory on pornography and gore?
Unfortunately, a lot of work is very sex negative and pathologizing.
For example, I appreciated Klaus Theweleit's "Male Fantasies" but it is obviously problematic.
Basically, "Male Fantasies" psychoanalyses Freikorps (predecessors of the Nazi SA) pulp fiction.
So of course "Male Fantasies" is very flawed.
Pic is mostly unrelated I guess.