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AI art 'Workout 2.0' with user description 'Bringing back a classic. 😏🔥 @peterco @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @varcolac @goobygubby @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @murcie @doggomage @ranmafan @valtek'
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Workout 2.0

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AI art '🚇 Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 7-10' with user description 'We last saw Lyra, a blue-haired emo girl, who never wears panties, before Christmas. It was so long ago that many of you weren't even born yet... here on BW 😆 I never finished her story though. Maybe now is the right time to do it, as my contribution to the "Alter Ego" Challenge 😏 (And I have no credits to generate anything new 🙈) @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @parda @cro_bo @terror2 @barry915 @bad77 @thoughtzi @candylover @gildenstein @reptorn @artfx85 @kendarfulgrim @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @casca_kirei-onna @a_casual_prompter So... At the next interchange, Lyra rises with the crowd and slips out just before the doors close behind her. She changes lines. Onto an older branch of the subway, where the stations are smaller, the lights dimmer, and the trains rattle through tunnels that seem to belong to another age. Twenty minutes later, she emerges onto a quiet dark street. Night has settled over the city. Lyra walks three blocks beneath flickering streetlamps until she reaches an old apartment building squeezed between two newer towers. Its stone façade is stained by decades of rain, its entrance narrow and unremarkable. She pushes through the heavy door and crosses the deserted lobby, presses the highest button... The elevator groans upward. Four. Seven. Ten. Twelve. With every floor, something in her changes. The shy girl who spent the afternoon avoiding people's gazes seems to disappear somewhere between the floors. Ding. The elevator stops. Lyra steps into a narrow service corridor, climbs the final flight of stairs, and pushes open a steel door. Cold night air rushes toward her. The rooftop stretches beneath a black sky, surrounded by a glittering wilderness of windows, antennas and distant neon. Far below, traffic flows through the streets like rivers of red and white light. Lyra walks toward the little maintenance shed beside the elevator machinery. Hidden behind a loose panel is a narrow metal case. She opens it. Black fabric. Gloves. A mask. Cat ears... Lyra smiles. Only slightly. A sleek black superhero outfit hugs her silhouette, practical and almost entirely matte, broken only by subtle dark-blue details that catch the city lights. Her dark-blue ponytail spills freely behind her now, dancing in the wind. She walks to the edge of the roof. The girl who couldn't look a stranger in the eye stands twelve floors above the street and calmly looks down at the entire city. A siren wails somewhere in the distance. Her eyes narrow behind the mask. By daylight, she is Lyra — the quiet emo girl in the back of the room, hood up, headphones around her neck, hoping nobody will notice her. But night belongs to someone else. Someone bolder. Someone dangerous. Lyra places one boot on the parapet. The wind catches her ponytail. A tiny grin appears on her lips. “Okay,” she whispers. Then she pulls the mask firmly into place. “Let’s see who needs me tonight.”'
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🚇 Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 7-10

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AI art 'Yor Briar' with user description 'Just a random Yor's pics @parda @octavian Like her?'
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Yor Briar

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My Waifus are avid gooners

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Self Care

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WTF ! She´s my neighbor

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AI art '🦈 Shark hoodies' with user description 'Why is the model adding shark tails to them? 🤔 @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @parda @cro_bo @terror2 @barry915 @bad77 @thoughtzi @candylover @gildenstein @reptorn @artfx85 @kendarfulgrim @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @casca_kirei-onna @a_casual_prompter'
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🦈 Shark hoodies

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AI art 'Take a Hike' with user description 'A little adventure, a lot of bare skin and enough bad trail decisions to make every step worth it. 😏 @peterco @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @artfx85'
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Take a Hike

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AI art 'Isla cosplays BWAI faves' with user description 'Isla wanted to spend some time cosplaying some of her favourite posts on BWAI Obviously I do not claim any of these ideas, I'm just a fan of what others have done and wanted to participate - there's so many incredible OCs on the platform, Isla and I are constantly in awe of what gets put out there The original posters are listed below and go check out the originals (love your work guys, please don't be mad) @cef_ultra - "Cherry Bomb: The Joyride" @goobygubby - "Introducing Pip the Mime!" @peterco - "📖 Library, 2nd Book" @parda - "Nasty bee girl" @jlixard - "succubus" @warmicestudios - "Chapter 9: "Lady from FIRST POST"" @octavian - "Not like the other girls" @zuzul - "An angelic demon"'
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Isla cosplays BWAI faves

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AI art '🍂 Summer is (almost) over' with user description 'I won't be here for a few days 🥹 Don't forget about CATurday if I can't make it 😽 @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @narillia @cro_bo @terror2 @barry915 @bad77 @thoughtzi @candylover @gildenstein @reptorn @artfx85 @ninonakano @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @casca_kirei-onna @a_casual_prompter'
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🍂 Summer is (almost) over

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AI art '🥳 blackhairedstudent's 3000 followers!' with user description 'Congrats on hitting 3000 followers, @blackhairedstudent 🥳🥳🥳 Let's go party! 🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼 @octavian @warmicestudios @zuzul @cef_ultra @parda @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @a_casual_prompter @hollenwulf and all BW are invited 🎉🎉🎉'
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🥳 blackhairedstudent's 3000 followers!

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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 "Vee in Dreamland"
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Vee in Dreamland

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AI art '📖 Library, 2nd Book' with user description 'She likes reading in the library... alone 😏'
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📖 Library, 2nd Book

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AI art 'Would You Like Thighs With That? 🍟😏' with user description 'Drive-thru trouble, topless cooks, messy milkshakes and several girls taking “extra sauce” far too seriously. 🤤😏 @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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Would You Like Thighs With That? 🍟😏

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Liz: The morning after

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Cute Devil kittys (Genshin Impact edition)

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AI art 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.6: The Chang Case Part 7' with user description 'Case File 2.5: The Chang Case Part 7 Classified: For Official Use Only A notification appears on the holographic interface, bathing the dark room in a red glow. ???: Sir, Amber has been destroyed. Brian: Really? What a waste; I’m going to miss her perfect little asshole. ???: One of the Knight Sabers and the detective with the cybernetic arms defeated her. Brian: How is that possible? Even if Amber wasn't the latest model, she should have had the upper hand. ???: She did, but the detective doesn't have ordinary cybernetic arms; she possesses an EMP that doesn't affect her own limbs. Brian: They exploited her weakness. Clever—but how did they know? ???: She was contacted just before they used the EMP; I can't trace it. It’s an intelligence-grade encryption. Brian: The old man won't like this. Ruby, compile a database and then come here. Ruby: Done. A slender young woman with an expressionless face looks up from the interface. She stands and slips off her black dress; she looks exactly like Amber, except for her red eyes and hair, and she shares the same diabolical laugh. Ruby moves toward Brian. Brian: Ruby, you and Sapphire will take care of the Knight Sabers. Understood? Ruby: Yes, Sir! Brian looks down into two sapphire-green eyes while his cock is buried deep in her throat. She is bound with red ropes—not to restrain her, but simply as part of the act—as she lets Brian fuck her throat. Her gaze mirrors Ruby's. Brian slowly withdraws his cock from her throat and rubs it across her face. That same diabolical smile now plays across her features as well. Sapphire: Yes, Sir! And the detective? Brian: Ruby, contact the space station. Ruby: Establishing the connection. Brian: Crystal! I have a mission for you! Come back to Earth! Ruby: Crystal is coming back to us? A woman appears on the interface who looks exactly like the other two, yet she has silver hair and eyes that look even more dangerous. The grin on her face makes one's blood run cold. Crystal: As you wish, sir! That was close—too close. I rise from my crouch and stare at Amber’s burning remains. The pilot of the power suit does the same. I can hear the sirens of the reinforcements approaching and look in the direction they are coming from. When I turn back to the power suit, I realize it has vanished. Then it occurs to me that Linna must be here, too. Hana: Linna, where are you? She steps out from behind a dumpster. Hana: Linna, are you hur... I don't get any further; she rushes toward Irene. I grab her arm and hold her back, gently but firmly. Hana: Linna, please don't—this is a crime scene now. Linna: I have to help Irene... Hana: I'm so sorry... There's nothing more that can be done for Irene... Linna: No... She's... ali...ve... I pull Linna into an embrace as the undeniable truth crashes down on her and she begins to weep uncontrollably. I only vaguely register the arrival of the reinforcements—the concerned faces of Leon, Delay, and even Captain Tanaka. After a friend named Sylia picks Linna up and assures me she’ll look after her, we begin securing the evidence. A few hours later, Captain Tanaka sends me home. I can't deny that the night's events have taken a heavy toll on me. On the way home, I try to reach Akiko; I need someone to talk to. But she’s working tonight... Dejected, I open my apartment door, wanting nothing more than to go to bed. The tension of the evening drains away, and I begin to cry. We who survived—we who tried everything to save Irene’s life—must now accept, with heavy hearts, that she is no longer among us. Some suffer because there was nothing they could do; others, because they weren't strong or fast enough. Genom will pay for this; those who do not value a human life will feel the full force of the law—even if it is the last thing I ever do. I feel so alone... Ryu... where... are you? I need you... so... much... 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 2.6: The Chang Case Part 7

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Weekend Getaway with Michelle

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