Does anyone know where i can find the rest of his artwork?

someone asked in another thread if i could make an art thing so they could see some of my work!
i'm gonna post some of the things i draw here periodically if you guys don't mind
feedback would be nice!

>i'm terrible so pls be gentle

Another short story I wrote after watching a movie with my girlfriend. No, its not the one you might think of, though I did use the names of the two characters after I realized that the base idea was so similar.

I won't post tags for this one as it would spoil the surprise, so you will have to trust me on this one. If you like it, let me know, and if you don't let me know too (I am afraid gurochan is not the best place for a story like this, gruesome as it is).

Also, if you like it and want to read more, check out my website at www asstr org/~Eficient/


disclaimer: This story is entirely fictional, along with all characters and events described in it. Any resemblance with real life is just a coincidence. Harming another human being is wrong and in no way I am trying to convey the opposite. Please, don't do anything like this!

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Clicking from one picture to the other, he kept searching for that one perfect picture as he masturbated listlessly. He had been close to cumming for the past 10 or 15 minutes, but he wanted to stretch it for as long as he could. Whenever he approached the point of no return, he slowed down for a few minutes, cooling off before he continued once more.


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On the old Gurochan a set of pics from the same author was posted, each pic was a loli vomiting and the drawing of what she ate before, with a lot of japanese text descriptions.
It was a kind of "before & after" loli puke.

There's no gore in this first post.

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"I hate them. I want them to suffer." Aron, my friend and coworker, had just witnessed his lab vandalized.

"You want to kill them?" I poured him more wine.

"Ha! I wish I could! I want to hurt them forever and ever!"

"I know how it is. I've been beaten, violated, lied to and about." I downed another glass. Drunk tongues speak sober thoughts. "Yeah, you're not the only one."

"You boys need to get over yourselves." Eli the redhead cuddled with her raven-haired girlfriend, Shenaa, who was also Aron's girl. Both lean and curvy, with firm asses and big tits.

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Seems the thread I started before the site went down is gone. It was mostly just rough sketches of Sly Cooper stuff and some Digimon art.
Here is one of the sketches I posted from then inked and colored. No shading yet though.
Based on a story written by someone else.

While some people self-insert as the killer, others imagine themselves on the receiving end or like being either. I've always wondered why I prefer to be the victim so here are some unscientific guesses.

1) As the victim you receive pity and attention. In fiction, people even pity antagonists who die horribly.
2) It's an incredibly submissive act to surrender your life to someone else.
3) An even darker rape fantasy. The extreme taboo nature makes it an appealing forbidden fruit fantasy.

I also enjoy the human cattle fetish. Breeding, milking and slaughter for meat gives meaning to my life. I'm not required to think anymore but I can live a very productive life as a female, fulfilling my duty by birthing the next generation in addition to providing food for society.

Ever feel like something will happen? Or like it did happen or is happening?
Or just any weird feeling?

Something always does happen, because things happen. But does it mean anything to have a weird feeling?

I've heard a lot about people feeling dead inside. Empty. Devoid of sadness and any other emotion, rather than being so sad. Unaccomplished.

Honestly, this is one reason I love myself so much: I have a lot of feelings.
Gay in the lamest sense, I know. Feelings suck right? But do they?

Happiness is possible in many forms, each worthwhile in their own right.

The joy of sexual pleasure is unique from both the pleasure of a tasty taste and a full belly, and each of the latter are unique from each other. Or how about love?

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The title says it all, pretty self explanatory

if you are interested, email me at [email protected]

thanks

youtu.be/b8R-eVW996g
Does anyone know the name of this movie?
I want more context to what is happening, as the scene and the girl look super sexy to me.

So I've noticed this artist has been deleting some of their own work over the past year or so... anyone happen to have anything from this person?

What would you think of a freeuse thread over in the lit board? Is freeuse guro something you all think would be worthwhile to read?

This is one of my favorite images. Im super into guro medical stories and art. Stuff like that is hard to find. I would love it if someone could write a detailed story on the LIT page based on this artwork. I think it could make something really great.

Hey, I'm looking for Megumin ryona that I don't already have. I downloaded all her R-18g content on pixiv, so if somebody has something new please share it with me!

((I'll be posting a story soon hope you enjoy :D ))

Happy Birthday

(m/f, consensual, suicide, necrophilia, gore)

Edgar was having a terrible birthday. He kicked rocks with the toe of his boot as he trudged home but these small acts of violence did little to cheer him up. He was twenty nine years old that day and, as he reflected on his current situation, he was not pleased with where his life was.

The day actually hadn’t been that much worse than normal but since moving to the small farming town of Shadyvale, all of his days seemed terrible. Edgar was a cleric and served as a healer and spiritual guide to the people of Shadyvale. But it was always “Praise Pelor” this and “Blessings to Pelor” that whenever he mended a broken leg or cured a minor illness. The stupid bumpkins never acknowledged that fact that it was Edgar who actually worked all of this magic. No, there was never a “Praise Edgar” or even so much as a “Thank you Edgar” to be heard. He was a faithful servant of the sun god and he supposed that the dirt-farming simpletons thought that that meant that he wasn’t even a person in his own right.

The kicker to all of this was that Edgar wasn’t really a cleric of Pelor at all. His magic was granted to him by Hextor, the ruthless god of war and slaughter. And for a good number of years, he had been a model follower of this tyrannical god--he served his kingdom in times of war as a combat medic and, when that war was over, he lived as a mercenary adventurer doing any odd jobs that required his skills in tortuous pain-giving or mending of wounded flesh.

But he was forced to give all of that up when he had a falling out with the city’s local Adventurer’s Guild. He and a group of fellow “adventurers” had cleaned out a tomb just outside of town that had become infested with undead. Edgar had taken it for granted that any treasure in the possession of these monsters was part of the reward for their destruction but his partners had balked at this, claiming that it was “grave robbing”. What use does the ruined corpse of a long-dead noblewoman have for a wedding ring anyway? He had thought they had reached an agreement but one of his teammates had ratted him out to the guild. He barely escaped the city with his life but managed to stumble upon the small community of Shadyvale soon thereafter.

Which brought him to his current situation of patching up the boo boos suffered by the ignorant locals. At least the job came with a small cottage, although it had lain abandoned for several years and was basically falling apart. It was on the outskirts of town, which meant privacy but also meant a long walk between home and the “temple”, which was basically just a small room dedicated to that purpose on the ground floor of the inn.


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i remember having a flashgame, where you could do anything to a girl. does anybody know its name or some other stuff? it was japanese or something

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=7ziggF0f27o

"I miss Yalsi." Sister Izka spoke of the Sister Repentia who slept just outside the window. "I hope I get to see her again."
It had been a rough week. The process of stripping and shaving Sister Yalsi was tiring and confusing. Speaking of her like she was dead, Izka knew her former Battle Sister could still hear her, but she reasoned it as being like a spirit or ghost.
Yaski, for her part, stayed quiet. Was she sleeping? Izka wanted her to hear her.

'Always the sweetest one, how'd she become such a badass?' Yalsi wondered, eyes wide open and glued to the stars above her. So few could ever be lucky enough to have a home under the open sky. This was her last night like this.

The rest of the planet's citizens lived within miles of skyscrapers, never seeing direct sunlight. Her week of penitence as human being was over. She had been whipped and made to crawl through boiling water. Her skin was bruised everywhere. Bandages covered her.

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Zaz woke. 'Alley way in Commorragh' He thought to himself 'And I'm still alive. Man I'm just too awesome to die.'

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What is this from? Anyone know? (Or at least have a bigger picture)

Found it on e-hentai then paheal, but no artist.