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AI art "Magazine Cover: Shade"
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Magazine Cover: Shade

cef_ultra
AI art 'Magazine Cover: The White Raven' with user description 'Ice ice baby... Last but not least, The White Raven. She still doesn't have a name, let me know how should we call her.'
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Magazine Cover: The White Raven

cef_ultra
AI art 'Introducing Shade: Rock, Leather & Dust' with user description 'Stage is her home and the microphone is her weapon. Officially introducing Shade, our ultimate rockstar frontwoman. 🤘✨ Leather pants, a cowboy hat, and an attitude that never takes 'no' for an answer. This character is a tribute inspired by a character I saw navigating in social media, designed for those who love danger and great music. Shade isn't here to ask for permission; she’s here to give you the show of a lifetime. Welcome the new queen of the stage!'
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Introducing Shade: Rock, Leather & Dust

cef_ultra
AI art "Goth and pastel goth"
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Goth and pastel goth

talist13
AI art 'Finding the Light: The Creation of White Raven 🕊️🎨' with user description 'Designing her wasn’t about choosing colors; it was about capturing a feeling. I wanted to create someone who felt like a ghost of the morning—a presence that was both fragile and piercing. The process started with a single concept: 'The reverse of the night.' I spent several attempts perfecting those tattoos. She was meant to be the counterpoint to the darkness I usually explore. This set is the result of that obsession with detail. This is White Raven, is several models and styles.'
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Finding the Light: The Creation of White Raven 🕊️🎨

cef_ultra
AI art 'Tribal' with user description 'While working on White Raven, this girl made an unexpected apparition. What do you think of her? Should I continue bringing her to life? Let me know what version is your favorite.'
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Tribal

cef_ultra
AI art '🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟' with user description 'HEEEEEEEELLO GUYS 🌟🌟🌟🌟 THIS IS MY 100th POST!!! For this special occasion i made a compilation with some of my favorite posts i made along the way! You can find here all yours (and mine) favourites and most iconic waifus! ❤️​ Nakano Miku, Raphtalia, Nagatoro, May, Frieren, Fern, Boa Hancock, Jasmine, Hinata, Asui, Toph and many more! Thank you guys for always supporting me i hope you will keep enjoy my content everyday ❤️​ Please share some love in the comment section of this post ❤️​'
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🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟

herlin
AI art "Shade: Static-Charged Neko. 🐈‍‍♀️⚡️🎸"
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Shade: Static-Charged Neko. 🐈‍‍♀️⚡️🎸

cef_ultra
AI art "My own belly dancer"
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My own belly dancer

cef_ultra
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Sin título

wesley33
AI art 'goth girl 2'
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goth girl 2

john332
AI art "Too much volume, not enough clothes. ⚡🎸"
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Too much volume, not enough clothes. ⚡🎸

cef_ultra
AI art "Waking Up with Iommi"
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Waking Up with Iommi

dreamerofdreams
AI art "Eye Candy"
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Eye Candy

thoughtzi
AI art 'Angie Casting' with user description 'The humid, sterile air of the public train station bathroom was the first thing to hit my senses, smelling of industrial bleach, old rust, and the sharp, musky scent of unwashed bodies. My head lolled to the side, my silver pigtails messy and sticking to my damp neck. As consciousness trickled back into my brain, I felt a heavy, dull ache—a sensation of being stretched far beyond my limits. *Ah... Atua is so generous today,* I thought, a dazed smile spreading across my face even before my eyes fully opened. I remembered talking to Tenko earlier about the divine joy of being a vessel—how the physical body is just a tool for Atua’s will, and how I craved the sensation of being used until there was nothing left of me but spirit. Tenko had looked so flustered, but then she remembered it was my birthday and handed me a cup of coffee. It was bitter... and then the world had dissolved into a beautiful, velvety black. Now, I was awake. My wrists were cold, held tight by heavy steel handcuffs that rattled against a rusted plumbing pipe. My ankles were shackled, forced wide apart to frame the entrance of my sanctuary. And in that sanctuary, there was a presence. A black, gigantic member was buried deep within my anus, rhythmic and relentless. The man behind me was a titan, his dark skin slick with sweat as he claimed me with a primal, wordless hunger. To my left, resting on the grimy tile floor, sat a plastic bucket. It was overflowing with condoms, a mountain of latex meant to facilitate a marathon of devotion. "Nyahaha! Atua, you really outdid yourself with this birthday party!" I chirped, my voice echoing off the graffiti-covered stalls. The men were already lined up. I could hear their footsteps, their impatient breathing, the clinking of belts. They were the "unclean" of the world—hobos with matted hair and clothes that smelled like the gutter, stinking men with calloused hands, and wide-eyed teenagers. One after another, they stepped forward. The titan behind me finished, a deep groan vibrating through my spine as he withdrew. Immediately, the next man took his place. Some were quick, driven by a frantic need. Others were slow and cruel. Every few turns, a man would ignore the bucket of condoms entirely. I felt the raw, searing friction of skin on skin, the hot, slick sliding of natural fluid as they bypassed the latex and drove themselves into the very depths of my core. My anus was a burning ring of fire, but I welcomed the heat. I welcomed the filth. But then, the ritual shifted. A man, smelling of cheap cigarettes and desperation, didn't aim for the back. He guided his length into my pussy. The moment he slid inside, the thin veil of my composure finally shattered. I wasn't just a vessel; I was a participant in the divine ecstasy. My hips began to move of their own accord, meeting every thrust with a rhythmic, desperate grind. I was loving each and every one of them. I was cherishing the grit, the sweat, and the overwhelming scent of a dozen different lives converging inside of me. "Thank you, Atua! Thank you for this glorious day of service!" I screamed toward the cracked ceiling, my eyes rolling back as a wave of pleasure crashed over me. This was the best day of my life. My body was being claimed by the world, and in that total surrender, I felt closer to the divine than I ever had. The hours bled into one another. The sun must have set outside the station, leaving only the buzzing fluorescent lights to witness the carnage. For six hours, the line never stopped. At least sixty random men—each one a different flavor of desire—had used me. I was a map of their release, my skin painted in various shades of white and grey. Finally, the heavy door of the bathroom creaked open. The last man, a scruffy teenager who looked like he was about to faint, finished inside my pussy and stumbled away, leaving me slumped against the pipes. Tenko walked in. She looked around at the wreckage—the empty condom wrappers, the spilled bucket, and me. I was a mess. My silver hair was matted with fluids, my face flushed a deep, feverish pink. My entrances were gaped wide, raw and red, struggling to close after the constant assault. I was literally full of cum, the excess leaking out of me to pool on the cold, dirty tiles. "Angie!" Tenko shouted, her voice a mix of horror and a strange, hidden pride. "Happy birthday! I... I hope Atua provided everything you asked for." I looked up at her, my vision blurry but my heart soaring. I gave her a wide, toothy grin, my tongue darting out to lick a stray drop from my lip. "It was perfect, Tenko," I whispered, my voice hoarse from six hours of praising the heavens. "Atua is so, so good."'
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Angie Casting

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Konan: Behind Paper-thin Walls"
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Konan: Behind Paper-thin Walls

thoughtzi
AI art "Welcome, you sinners !"
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Welcome, you sinners !

zuzul
AI art 'Danganronpa 3 glass pt2'
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Danganronpa 3 glass pt2

blackhairedstudent
AI art "Iommi Opens Up to You!"
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Iommi Opens Up to You!

ftfarmer
AI art "Getting Dressed and Going on Dates with Iommi"
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Getting Dressed and Going on Dates with Iommi

dreamerofdreams
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