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You are worth the wait

AI art 'White jeans: extra' with user description 'extra at the request of @shinsenkyo232'

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White jeans: extra

AI art 'Ling-Xiu: Happy Lunar New Year!' with user description 'Wishing you a prosperous and joyful Lunar New Year! 🥂🏮
May the Year of the Horse bring you incredible fortune and the success you’ve been working so hard to achieve. Ling-Xiu joins me in wishing you a life filled with 'Gong Xi Fa Cai'—abundance in every sense of the word.
May your days be as bright as the festival fireworks and your path be paved with gold and good luck. Cheers to new beginnings, great achievements, and a year that exceeds all your expectations. Happy New Year to you and your loved ones!'

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Ling-Xiu: Happy Lunar New Year!

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“Don’t stop believing"

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Poo poo pee doo

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Virgin Killer Towa

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Ideas for a new character?

AI art '1000 followers! Thank you again!' with user description 'Thank you once again everyone who has liked, viewed, and followed my posts. I appreciate every one of you <3
As per the tradition, here are the girls in golden dresses to commemorate the occasion.

Thank you to everyone for all the support <3
Please look forward to my upcoming posts :)'

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1000 followers! Thank you again!

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The party

AI art '💍Catgirl Wedding, Part 1' with user description 'What happens after the bride and groom leave the wedding? 😺😏'

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💍Catgirl Wedding, Part 1

AI art 'Noir City - The Black Book' with user description 'I was so surprised when I read your letter... All the feelings from the past flooded back.

How many years had it been... I thought you'd forgotten about me. But in your letter, you still spoke to me with affection, just like in the past. I could almost smell your perfume in the letter. You told me that someone had tried to assassinate you.

My heart skipped a beat. You kept saying that you thought it was because of a book, an old book, that you'd acquired at an auction, hoping it would increase in value. In the end, you asked me to come to your nightclub. You asked me "for old times' sake." I poured myself a whiskey and read your letter at least five times.

Finally, I decided to accept your invitation that very night. And I did. I was so excited inside that I barely felt the chill of the early morning. A quick subway took me to your street, and soon I saw the bright red entrance of your club.

As I approached, your security guard, without me having to say a word, led me through another door, a back door, armored. I went in, my heart pounding, and after a couple of hallways and a beautiful oak door, there you were.

You were wearing your favorite red stilettos. And a red dress that seemed tailor-made for your beautiful figure.

You seemed sad, smoking, staring into space... until you saw me. Then you regained your confident smile, the one I longed for for so long. You tried to make me believe you were relaxed, but you were nervous. I can sense these things; I'm a detective, it's my job. I decided to force a smile and sit down without kissing your cheeks or hugging you as I longed to.

I thought I detected a hint of sadness in your eyes when you saw the distance between us. But you understood; you always understood everything the first time. It was a distance to protect us from each other. And you restored your confident smile. You told me about the book, how you got it, what your plans were, and much more.

I asked you to be extra vigilant and give me the book so I could investigate it. I would do it. I would find out who would kill for it.

I carefully hid it in my trench coat and prepared to leave. Almost at the exit, I heard you get up hurriedly and felt you hug me tightly from behind. You abandoned your confident tone and whispered, "Alice... take good care of yourself... please..." Trying to hide my joy and my love for you, I whispered back, "Don't worry...".

I went back to my office and racked my brains researching that book. I read it from cover to cover; it was like drawings and strange words, a fabulous jumble of gibberish.

I noticed that as I read, my mind... began to understand things I never thought I could understand. To think things I shouldn't be thinking. The atmosphere changed, fluctuated. What had happened to me? I even thought you had drugged the book with some kind of substance to try to reach me...

Then, I felt the tentacles. I knew it as soon as I felt them tighten around my body. It was one thing to buy the book and have it on display, another to flip through the pages without a care. I'm sure you did that. But I "wanted" to absorb its information. And that changed everything.

My mind was working at 200% while my body couldn't move. The tentacles, the physical power of the book, pulled my breasts out. They positioned themselves between my clothes, violating my body and mind. I soon lost track of time. Was it day? Was it night? Pleasure overwhelmed me. The tentacles had already stripped me bare, body and mind, penetrated me.

I began to have orgasms. Multiple orgasms. They grew in intensity. A normal orgasm paled in comparison to this overwhelming sensation that my mind would explode from pleasure. On the floor, I could only drool and melt with pleasure. My last conscious thought was of you. Thank goodness it wasn't her the book caught.

When I thought I would die, I saw you!

You were there among the tentacles! They were trapping you too, tearing you apart with pleasure, but somehow, you managed to reach me. You spoke to me, but I couldn't hear you. You shook me. Very hard. You slapped me, crying.

Suddenly, I woke up. You were beside me, in bed, crying, relieved to see me awake.

"I came to see why you weren't coming back... I didn't know what was wrong with you, you were just trembling and crying, I didn't know how to wake you up..."

I whispered, "thank you..." When I woke up again, an hour had passed. You just looked at me and said one sentence: "Burn it. It has to be you, and it has to be now."

I nodded. We got up naked, and although it was difficult, I set it on fire. We watched it burn. When the lights went out, we were left in darkness. You hugged me, and I felt that it had all been worth it.

"If you hadn't come and saved my life. The police would have found a body. And they would have found a body. And they would have said an aneurysm, or a heart attack, but the reality would have been much more horrific..." You silenced me with a finger and hugged me even tighter...'

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Noir City - The Black Book

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Idea for next character

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hestia,

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Ideas for a new character?

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Calendar Year Class VII explicit

AI art 'Elsa stands against Ariel' with user description 'The private bathing chamber deep within the frozen spires of Arendelle Castle as Elsa bathed.
"This is nice and peaceful," she whispered to herself.

She stepped out of the pool without bothering with a towel. The cold never bothered her anyway.

A single gesture and shimmering ice crystals formed around her body, swirling like affectionate hands. They wove themselves into the fabric of her battle-ready dress: a sleek, high-slit gown of deepest midnight blue and crystalline white. The bodice was tight, almost corset-like, pushing her breasts upward into a breathtaking, icy display while leaving her shoulders and a daring expanse of cleavage bare.

Then the lightning flashed.
Through the tall arched windows of ice, the horizon lit up in violent electric blue. A massive storm was rolling in from the sea—unnaturally fast, unnaturally furious. Thunder rolled like distant war drums. Rain began to hammer against the frozen walls.

Ariel.

Elsa’s ice-blue eyes narrowed, a slow, dangerous smile curving her lips. The little mermaid had finally made her move. The signal was unmistakable: the war had begun.

She turned away from the window and extended her hand. From the frost-covered pedestal rose her magic ice staff—taller than she was, crowned with a cruel, multifaceted spire of diamond-hard ice that pulsed with contained power.

“Rapunzel,” she whispered into the cold air. “Moana. Merida. Tiana. Belle.” Names of the newer spirits, the wild ones, the ones who chafed under the old order of the “classic” princesses. “It’s time.”

She planted the ice staff into the ground. A ring of jagged ice spikes erupted outward, claiming the courtyard as her first territory.

“If it’s war you want, Ariel,” she called out into the howling wind, her voice carrying across the fjord with crystalline clarity, “then I will let it all go.”'

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Elsa stands against Ariel

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Earlier that day...

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