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Zoe D&D

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AI art 'Steel, Silk & Sin ⚔️🌸' with user description 'History has never looked this indecent. 😏

@peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @murcie @doggomage'

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Steel, Silk & Sin ⚔️🌸

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AI art 'ATLA'

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ATLA

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AI art "Rias messing around"

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Rias messing around

AI art "The Shadow of the Frontier - Prologue: Born from the Ashes"

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The Shadow of the Frontier - Prologue: Born from the Ashes

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AI art 'Magic Potions (Chapter 4)' with user description 'Hi everyone! Here's chapter 4 in Ankha & Tara's story!

— Story time —

Tara finally got hold of her old friend, who might be able to help with Ankha’s nightmares. She lives far away, but she offered them to stay at her dorm room for the weekend once exams were finished.

“Hey, Ankha—wake up. We’re almost there.”

Ankha stirred in the passenger seat and blinked at the coastal city spreading across the horizon.

“Whoa. She lives THERE? Why have we never visited?”

“Because it took ten hours,” Tara said, voice teasing. “Not that you noticed. You were dead to the world the whole way.”

“Sorry. First decent sleep I’ve had in weeks. Credit to your driving, I guess.”

Just before they reached the city limits the car's navigation started acting up.

“Connection lost? Great. Please help me look, Ankha. She said the academy has a huge clock tower.”

After more than an hour of circling, they finally spotted it. They parked and walked toward the imposing building, stopping under the carved sign.

“College of the Magical Arts,” Ankha read. “That explains why you never told me what she studies. You sure this is a good idea?”

“No turning back now.”

Inside they found a vast library hall. Ankha looked around, disappointed.

“I expected something more… magical? This just looks like a regular library.”

Tara ignored the comment and asked for directions to the dorms. Soon they stood in front of a red door marked 'R. Caldwell'.

Tara knocked. The door drifted open. “Runie? We’re here!”

No answer. They stepped inside. Shelves full of glass bottles with brightly colored liquids lined the walls.

“Are all of these magic potions?” Ankha whispered.

“Don’t touch anything. We have no idea what they do.”

Ankha wandered anyway—until a small green slime bounced into view on a desk.

“Tara, look! He’s adorable!” She poked it gently. The slime jiggled happily.

“I JUST said don’t touch anything! It could be dangerous!”

“Dangerous? This cutey?” Ankha kept poking.

“Maybe we should leave a note and come back later.”

As Tara reached for a pen, the door creaked again. A girl in a purple witch outfit stood in the doorway.

“RUNIE!”

“TARA!”

They collided in a tight hug.

“How were exams?”

“Mostly fine—I’ll explain later. You’re over an hour late. I thought you’d gotten lost inside the acadamy, so I went looking.”

“My navigation died the second we hit the city. We had to find this place the hard way.”

“That tracks. Tech’s been acting weird lately. Something in the air, maybe.” Runie turned to Ankha with a bright smile. “And you must be Ankha. Nice to meet you! I see you’ve already made friends with Gooey. He’s usually shy around strangers.”

“Hi, Runie. Thanks for having us. So the little guy's name is Gooey, huh?”

At the sound of his name the slime launched itself off the desk. Ankha yelped, stumbled backward, and crashed into a shelf. A purple bottle tipped and poured its contents over her.

Purple smoke exploded outward. When it cleared, Ankha’s ears and tail were gone. Her fur had vanished. She stared at her suddenly smooth, human hands in horror.

“What—where are my ears? My tail? My FUR?”

Runie clapped a hand over her mouth. “Don’t panic! I have a reverse potion somewhere—Oh, why don’t I ever label these?” She scrambled through bottles. “Orange? No, that's for underwater breathing… Maybe this white one?" She snifs at the bottle and her face quickly sours. "Nope! That's the milk I forgot to finish last week—ugh—aha!” She grabbed a round yellow flask and spun around.

As she started to walk over to Ankha, her foot caught the carpet and she pitched forward. The bottle flew from her hand and smashed square in Tara’s face.

Yellow smoke bloomed. When it faded, Tara stood transformed into a full lioness-girl—mane, tail, claws, and all.

Ankha took one look and burst into helpless laughter, tears streaming down her face. “It even took your clothes! That expression when the bottle hit your face was priceless!”

Tara’s ears flattened. She turned to Runie, who was still searching the floor for her glasses.

“Runie, are any of these potions dangerous?”

“N-no! We’re not allowed to keep harmful ones in the dorms, but—”

“That's all I needed to know.”

Tara seized an open red potion and flung it at Ankha. Red smoke erupted. Ankha emerged as a scarlet demongirl. And now her clothes were gone too.

“Hey! That was on purpose!”

“You think? Not so funny now, is it?” Tara grabbed another bottle and dumped it over herself. Blue smoke swirled; she became a sleek water sprite.

The two of them stalked toward each other, already arguing about whose fault the whole mess was. Runie finally found her glasses, stood up, and surveyed the chaos of the spilled potions, and the two furious, transformed girls in the middle of her dorm room.

She let out a long, weary sigh. This wasn't how she'd envisioned reuniting with her dear friend after such a long time...

— To be continued —

A big thank you to @usagi77 for allowing me to work with his OC Runie! ❤️'

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Magic Potions (Chapter 4)

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AI art '😼 Cat fight' with user description 'Stop arguing and fighting, kitties! I am back home! 🐱

@cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @parda @cro_bo @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @zesoul @onlyyouprod @candylover @gildenstein @reptorn @artfx85 @varcolac @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @hollenwulf'

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😼 Cat fight

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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🌟

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AI art 'Farewell, my friend 🪦' with user description 'Before I start with the story, I feel like I have to get this important notice out of the way first:
⚠️ This post does not mean anyone has died in real life. It's just for funsies! ⚠️
Also, I'm sorry for using (mostly) unrelated clickbait as the thumbnail! 🙇‍♂️

— Story time —

The weather couldn’t have been more fitting.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky as rain poured down in relentless sheets, turning the cemetery paths into slick rivers of mud.
Though it was midday, the world felt trapped in cold, grim twilight.

A group dressed in black gathered around a modest tombstone.
Some leaned on one another for comfort, while others stood in rigid silence.
The heavy rain nearly drowned out the soft whimpers of a pregnant young woman wearing a black veil.
Even a few higher beings had come to mourn the loss of BetterWaifu’s greatest close-up artist.

They were saying goodbye to BlackHairedStudent.

His death was an unfortunate accident during the latest police raid on his basement—his stuffing had to be collected from throughout the entire building’s air ducts.

One lonely figure watched from afar beneath an old oak, disappointment clear on her face.
“Stupid Black,” she muttered.
“You were supposed to bring me ultimate despair.
I was a fool to think you could succeed where so many others failed.”
She turned and disappeared into the shadows.

The group lingered until a blinding flash lit up the sky, followed by roaring thunder.
A muffled sound came from the grave.
Suddenly a blue flame erupted from the soil, growing into wild cackling laughter.
Black’s ghost emerged from the flames, floating above his tombstone.

“Who gave you permission to throw such a boring funeral for me?!” he boomed with a wide grin.
“Was it you, my sweet little Nagatoro?”
She stared back in shock.
“If my funeral is going to be made into a post, it should at least feature panty shots!”
He snapped his ghostly paws.
A strong wind tore through the cemetery.
The centipede girl tried to hold her dress down in vain as it flew up.
Nagatoro didn’t even resist—the wind revealed she wore nothing underneath, exposing her pregnant belly and bare pussy.

Black’s expression softened.
“Y-you remembered our promise?”
“Of course, you stupid bear!” A tearful smile broke through her sorrow.
“I just never thought I’d have to honor it at your funeral.
How could you leave me after promising so much, you dummy?”
Black looked taken aback, then furious as his eyes landed on Terror2.
“You!! This is all your fault! You wrote me into this awkward position and how dare you use my precious Sakura as clickbait for your stupid post!”

His ghostly form lunged forward and latched onto his back.
“Feel the wrath of the dead, you backstabbing bastard!”
Blue flames erupted around them.
“Wait—what’s happening?” Black yelped.
“This power… it’s coming from your crown?! Stop! I’m in contr—”

Silence.

When I opened my eyes, I floated in an endless void.
No light, no sound—yet I could see my own body clearly.
A spotlight clicked on ahead.
Black sat there with his back turned.
“I never meant for any of this to happen,” he said quietly.
“I only wanted to create cute and sexy images of my favorite anime girls.”
He stood and turned toward me, tears streaming down his face.
“For a while everything was perfect.
I’d invite girls, pay them well, film scenes, and tease them a little.
But then I discovered the Close-up Bubble.”
A deep red glowing orb appeared in his hands, a tiny heart pulsing inside.
"It made those perfect shots effortless, but the power grew too strong.
It clouded my judgment.
I broke the rules despite the frogman’s warnings.
You know how it ended.”

His story left a lump in my throat.
“Don’t be too sad,” Black said with a weak smile.
“It was my own choice.
To prove it I’m passing the Close-up Bubble onto you now.
Be better than I was.
Don’t let it consume you.”

He pushed the bubble forward.
Immense power surged through me as it touched my chest, filling my mind with vivid close-up visions.
“Hahaha… that takes me back.”
Wings sprouted from his shoulders and he started to rise.

As I felt our time grew short, I finally managed to speak.
“Thank you for everything, Black!
I’ll never forget your sacrifices.
I promise to keep this power in check!”

“Don’t think of this as goodbye, my friend.
I’ll be watching from above—keep everyone entertained!
Please tell Nagatoro I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise.
Watch over her for me. She cared more than she let on.
Oh, and if you ever meet the frogman, tell him I'm sorry as well.
I'm very grateful to him for giving me a final chance."

He faded into the light as my consciousness slipped away.

“…you guys! I think he’s waking up!”
I opened my eyes to Ankha’s tear-streaked face hovering above mine.
She burst into fresh tears of relief.
“Please never scare us like that again!!”

— The End —

@blackhairedstudent, you will forever remain in our hearts. ❤️

(Also, thank you @gildenstein for letting me use Akiko even though I didn't ask. 😅)'

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Farewell, my friend 🪦

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AI art "Girls of Fire Force"

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Girls of Fire Force

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AI art 'Armored Elegance ⚔️' with user description 'Some armor is made for battle.
Some armor is made to make victory look dangerously beautiful. ✨🖤

@octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel'

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Armored Elegance ⚔️

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AI art "Ankha's Class on Prompting - Lesson 2 (ft. Tara)"

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Ankha's Class on Prompting - Lesson 2 (ft. Tara)

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AI art '🍑 Pocahont-ass' with user description 'Since the native American girl sets are now up and gainining popularity, here are my old sketches from when I was testing the new Arthemy Comics Illustrious v8.0 model back then, just random pictures, exploring prompts, weapons, colors, outfits or boobs, but I hope you will enjoy 😏'

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🍑 Pocahont-ass

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AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 6' with user description 'Case File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 6
Classified: For Official Use Only

The power suit knocked Amber to the ground with a single blow. The force of the impact sent her skidding meters across the ground. I study the suit; it has a feminine build. Whoever is piloting it arrived not a second too soon.

Amber: Not bad, Knight Saber, but that alone won't stop me.

Knight Saber? The mysterious mercenary group that fights rogue Boomers? This is my first time seeing them, but to whom do they owe their allegiance? Those questions will have to wait; Amber is already back on her feet. Patches of her synthetic skin are missing from her neck, arms, and legs. Despite everything, she can still laugh—and it sounds truly diabolical. Where are the reinforcements? There’s no time; she’s preparing to attack. Sprinting with superhuman speed, she engages the power suit in combat. No, this has to end here! I sprint forward and unleash a hail of bullets at Amber. She parries a kick from the power suit and charges at me. I block her claws with my left arm while swinging my pistol toward her head with my right. Sparks fly where she struck my arm; I aim the pistol at her skull and fire. She staggers backward, and the power suit's pilot seizes the chance to knock her off her feet. We both back away from Amber as she rises from the ground once more. The pilot fires an energy beam from a weapon integrated into the suit's arm. It hits Amber and sets her ablaze; she freezes in place and smiles. Flames completely engulf her.

Pilot: That was very reckless, Ms. AD Police.
Hana: Excuse me?

We don't get to say anything else; the flames consuming Amber reveal her true form. It no longer resembles a woman—it is a machine. Its glowing eyes lock onto us; it is a figure out of a nightmare, and it attacks immediately. We narrowly dodge its attack, and it lunges at the Power Suit like a berserker. Damn—my gear is useless against that thing; I can only watch the two of them trading blows. My earpiece suddenly comes to life, snapping me back to reality.

Chris: Hana! Listen closely! The Chief has ordered the removal of the limiters on your arms. There’s a micro-EMP generator built into them; you can use it to weaken the Boomer enough for the energy beam to take it out. The generator should be available in your arm systems now. Quick!
Hana: What the— Chris...
Chris: I’ll explain later, but first you all have to survive.

The connection cuts out. Okay, I activate the generator; waves of energy ripple across my arms as it charges up. A message appears in my field of vision: EMP Ready! I take a deep breath and charge at the machine.

Hana: Hey, you piece of junk—I’m still here!

Its vocal mechanism seems to have failed; all that comes out is a low growl. But it seems to work—it breaks off its attack on the Power Suit and turns on me. I drop into a defensive stance, ready to block the strike and counterattack.

Pilot: Have you lost your mind?

The words burst out of her, and I have to admit—it *is* madness. The attack comes from the left, and I manage to parry it with my right arm. At the same time, the EMP charge focuses in my left fist; I strike its chest, and the charge transfers on impact. It staggers, its movements sluggish—it’s WOUNDED.

Hana: Quick! Fire the energy beam straight into its chest!

I scream as I dive for cover. The pilot wastes no time; she fires and scores a hit. The machine crashes to the ground. Its eyes go dark, and it begins to burn from the inside out.

You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'

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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 6

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AI art 'Dungeons & Islas' with user description 'Isla wants to try playing some DnD with friends, but she wasn't sure what class to pick. Luckily, she had a thought: "What if I cosplay some and see which feels most comfortable for me?"

In order, she tried: Barbarian, Monk, Wizard, Rogue, Paladin, Sorcerer, Druid, Bard
What did she wear best?

Its my turn to issue a challenge guys, you've bled me dry enough trying to keep up with all the tags this week!
If your OC's going to party up with Isla for some adventures, we want to see you cosplaying the class they'd pick

@peterco @goobygubby @cef_ultra @terror2 @parda @warmicestudios @octavian @hollenwulf @zuzul @artfx85'

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Dungeons & Islas

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AI art 'Delicious! In Dungeon (her asshole)' with user description 'Marcille should have considered not having such a delicious anus if she didn't want to get her asshole plundered. Oh well! What can you do.'

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Delicious! In Dungeon (her asshole)

AI art 'Generation History Leftovers'

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Generation History Leftovers

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AI art 'Cyndel Vale needs to escape (ft. Captain Nemesis)' with user description 'Previously on "Cyndel Vale needs the money".....

Cyndel recovered more gold than she could possibly imagine from the enemy. Then she felt it - two soft, but firm hands on her breasts and the chilling voice of someone in her ear.

"Well, well, well.....Looks like I have a new playmate." Then blackness as she was knocked unconscious.

"Welcome to my playpen, Cyndel," Nemesis laughed. "Let's see how much you can take before dealing with the likes of me."

Cyndel just laughed defiantly.

"Clearly, you haven't seen what I've been dealing with for the last eight episodes. Do your worst." For the next 72 hours, Cyndel was tied to every type of device Nemesis had and inserted with all manner of objects. But Cyndel was trained to resist this types of torture.

"Please," Cyndel scoffed. "I've been pounded harder at McDonald's."

Nemesis grew anrgy. "You talk to much. Private Peterco, get the gag." The poundings continued until Nemesis was ready to play herself. Nemesis tried to break Cyndel, but underestimated how insatiable Cyndel's sexual appetite was. In the end, Cyndel exhausted her foe and simply walked out the door with a parting message.

"Nice try, Captain, but if you take a swing at the queen, bring some bigger equipment next time."'

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Cyndel Vale needs to escape (ft. Captain Nemesis)

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AI art 'Magazine Cover: Mika' with user description 'Next in the line -> Mika

Savage and sassy, cars and fire.

I don't think this girl will ever use lingerie.'

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Magazine Cover: Mika

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AI art "“Don’t you dare close your eyes!!”"

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“Don’t you dare close your eyes!!”

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