{"submission_id":"2492634","keywords":[{"keyword_id":"77855","keyword_name":"bolt gun","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"12"},{"keyword_id":"4659","keyword_name":"crying","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"8467"},{"keyword_id":"123","keyword_name":"female","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"747417"},{"keyword_id":"78595","keyword_name":"imminent death","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"207"},{"keyword_id":"52438","keyword_name":"implied snuff","contributed":"f","submissions_count":"146"}],"hidden":"f","scraps":"f","favorite":"f","favorites_count":"4","create_datetime":"2021-07-19 01:58:49.361339+02","create_datetime_usertime":"19 Jul 2021 01:58 CEST","last_file_update_datetime":"2021-07-19 01:55:16.711483+02","last_file_update_datetime_usertime":"19 Jul 2021 01:55 CEST","username":"SkillfullyUnskillful","user_id":"855375","user_icon_file_name":"214771_SkillfullyUnskillful_avatar.png","user_icon_url_large":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/usericons/large/214/214771_SkillfullyUnskillful_avatar.png","user_icon_url_medium":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/usericons/medium/214/214771_SkillfullyUnskillful_avatar.png","user_icon_url_small":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/usericons/small/214/214771_SkillfullyUnskillful_avatar.png","file_name":"3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji.png","file_url_full":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/full/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji.png","file_url_screen":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji.png","file_url_preview":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji.jpg","thumbnail_url_huge_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji.jpg","thumbnail_url_large_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji_noncustom.jpg","thumbnail_url_medium_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji_noncustom.jpg","thumb_medium_noncustom_x":"120","thumb_medium_noncustom_y":"109","thumb_large_noncustom_x":"200","thumb_large_noncustom_y":"182","thumb_huge_noncustom_x":"300","thumb_huge_noncustom_y":"273","files":[{"file_id":"3662632","file_name":"3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji.png","file_url_full":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/full/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji.png","file_url_screen":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/screen/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji.png","file_url_preview":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji.jpg","mimetype":"image/png","submission_id":"2492634","user_id":"855375","submission_file_order":"0","full_size_x":"1079","full_size_y":"982","screen_size_x":"920","screen_size_y":"837","preview_size_x":"300","preview_size_y":"273","initial_file_md5":"14d1e0e1e608aab121213879f77f6e1b","full_file_md5":"cacd19e9fe440ff667f2533d51430350","large_file_md5":"c82daa54b319598febc51edaba23adb0","small_file_md5":"86dcd611743033d6bc8c8a55321cd5f3","thumbnail_md5":"f84847d2522102472b2e4bcc0a27e9f5","deleted":"f","create_datetime":"2021-07-19 01:55:16.711483+02","create_datetime_usertime":"19 Jul 2021 01:55 CEST","thumbnail_url_huge_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/files/preview/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji.jpg","thumbnail_url_large_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/large/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji_noncustom.jpg","thumbnail_url_medium_noncustom":"https://nl.ib.metapix.net/thumbnails/medium/3662/3662632_SkillfullyUnskillful_2190ji_noncustom.jpg","thumb_medium_noncustom_x":"120","thumb_medium_noncustom_y":"109","thumb_large_noncustom_x":"200","thumb_large_noncustom_y":"182","thumb_huge_noncustom_x":"300","thumb_huge_noncustom_y":"273"}],"pools":[],"description":"[i]...His leafy hands clenched the once cool metal grips, now moistened with sweat. The Pikachu trembled and sobbed, whispering disbelief and pleas that had no effect aside from adding to the sound of soft panting above. The machine was ready. The grass type flicked his tail and shifted his eyes between the rodent below on the other side of the small barrier and to the metallic death device in his hands, all while atop his little platform for better access.\n\n\"Um, this is gonna hurt... alot.\" He informed. It seemed like the right thing to do, to let her know just how dismal her situation was while fueling his need of slight sadism. Her trembling only grew to a near seizure-like state of horror. There was nothing she could do and she knew it too. The pressure of the metal bolt dug into her head as it had been positioned so for the last minute while the machine hissed with compressed air; every second adding more and more fuel to the punch this thing could create. She could smell the sex of the Snivy next to her, her stomach churning in additional disgust. Then, she could hear a harsh blast of air hiss from the device.\n\n\"AUGH!\" She grunted, the Pokemon's eyes shooting wide open along with spurts of blood from the back of her head. The metal rod punctured her without mercy, burrowing itself deep into her flesh and shattering her skull. Her brain, naturally, stood no chance as the thick steel bit stung deep like a mechanical wasp. She could feel an unbearable pressure, and a pain that searing just could not amount towards. Air puffed and hissed out from the hosing at great force while the male watched in interest, his mouth still agape and curling to a little smile while he watched the compressed gasses blow out past him. She stood there, convulsing in place until the device retracted out of her brain with a wet sound that the Snivy would always remember along with the dull thump of the Pokemon's body collapsing to the floor. It was now time for him to just wait for the machine to ready itself again, to gather more pressure for another jabbing to finish her off for good, but she had a full minute to endure what she felt and her horrifyingly abstracted vision from the damage which fluctuated between bright purples, reds, and rapidly distorting shadow-like objects; a fate that would feel like a lifetime with the ever growing agony of her bleeding and gaping wound.[/i]","description_bbcode_parsed":"...His leafy hands clenched the once cool metal grips, now moistened with sweat. The Pikachu trembled and sobbed, whispering disbelief and pleas that had no effect aside from adding to the sound of soft panting above. The machine was ready. The grass type flicked his tail and shifted his eyes between the rodent below on the other side of the small barrier and to the metallic death device in his hands, all while atop his little platform for better access.
"Um, this is gonna hurt... alot." He informed. It seemed like the right thing to do, to let her know just how dismal her situation was while fueling his need of slight sadism. Her trembling only grew to a near seizure-like state of horror. There was nothing she could do and she knew it too. The pressure of the metal bolt dug into her head as it had been positioned so for the last minute while the machine hissed with compressed air; every second adding more and more fuel to the punch this thing could create. She could smell the sex of the Snivy next to her, her stomach churning in additional disgust. Then, she could hear a harsh blast of air hiss from the device.
"AUGH!" She grunted, the Pokemon's eyes shooting wide open along with spurts of blood from the back of her head. The metal rod punctured her without mercy, burrowing itself deep into her flesh and shattering her skull. Her brain, naturally, stood no chance as the thick steel bit stung deep like a mechanical wasp. She could feel an unbearable pressure, and a pain that searing just could not amount towards. Air puffed and hissed out from the hosing at great force while the male watched in interest, his mouth still agape and curling to a little smile while he watched the compressed gasses blow out past him. She stood there, convulsing in place until the device retracted out of her brain with a wet sound that the Snivy would always remember along with the dull thump of the Pokemon's body collapsing to the floor. It was now time for him to just wait for the machine to ready itself again, to gather more pressure for another jabbing to finish her off for good, but she had a full minute to endure what she felt and her horrifyingly abstracted vision from the damage which fluctuated between bright purples, reds, and rapidly distorting shadow-like objects; a fate that would feel like a lifetime with the ever growing agony of her bleeding and gaping wound.","writing":"","writing_bbcode_parsed":"","pools_count":0,"title":"Trembling Anticipation","deleted":"f","public":"t","mimetype":"image/png","pagecount":"1","rating_id":"2","rating_name":"Adult","ratings":[{"content_tag_id":"4","name":"Sexual Themes","description":"Erotic imagery, sexual activity or arousal","rating_id":"2"},{"content_tag_id":"5","name":"Strong Violence","description":"Strong violence, blood, serious injury or death","rating_id":"2"}],"submission_type_id":"2","type_name":"Sketch","guest_block":"t","friends_only":"f","comments_count":"0","views":"83","sales_description":null,"forsale":"f","digitalsales":"f","printsales":"f","digital_price":""}