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Art IA « Congratulations Cef for 4k!!🎉 » avec la description : « Congratulations @cef_ultra on joining the 4 Thouie Club with @zuzul !! Very much well deserved💛🥳🎉 @zerogroupe21 @peterco @gildenstein @zesoul @zuzul @bad77 @octavian @onlyyouprod @reptorn @terror2 @cro_bo @parda »
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Congratulations Cef for 4k!!🎉

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Art IA « Magic Potions (Chapter 4) » avec la 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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Art IA « 🌟100th POST SPECIAL COMPILATION🌟 » avec la 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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Town favourite's new relationship

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There are certain benefits to being a dragon rider ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

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Cloud girl

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Art IA « What reference could that be? » avec la description : « Who of you may know the reference to this picture? Hint that i give you is, it's from a videogame realesed in 1995 😘 and now 🤔 @zerogroupe21 @terror2 @warmicestudios @ririfake @reptorn @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @hollenwulf @goobygubby @cro_bo @zesoul @artfx85 @peterco @smut317 @a_casual_prompter »

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Can AI create art? Responses

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Art IA « Give us strength, oh gracious Mother of the Gods. » avec la description : « The Female Spartans warriors march to war. Custom dictates that, on the eve of battle, they seek the aid of the gods. Yet it is not Zeus whose protection they invoke; each of them has left behind husband and child. Hera—Mother of the Gods and protector of family, women, and children—hears their plea. Hera: Do not lose heart, my children. The women of Sparta are strong; freedom has a price. To those willing to pay it, I grant my aid. Rise, warrior, and fulfill your duty to Greece. Warrior: I thank you, gracious Hera. The battle has raged for days, and the warriors of Sparta are paying the price of freedom with their lives. The Mother of the Gods herself stands by their side. After the battle, the survivors recount seeing the Mother of the Gods fighting alongside them—and shedding a tear for each fallen warrior in a gesture of compassion. @warmicestudios @parda @peterco @blackhairedstudent @barry915 @bad77 @octavian @reptorn @zuzul @cef_ultra @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @smut317 @a_casual_prompter @onlyyouprod @hollenwulf @terror2 @lupacal »
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Give us strength, oh gracious Mother of the Gods.

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Art IA « Frieren » avec la description : « Check my profile :) Comments and questions are really appreciated <3 »

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Art IA « Burning Passion »
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Burning Passion

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Art IA « The guild leader is a MILF » avec la description : « The guild leader went out to hunt some goblins; she didn't remember them being so difficult to defeat. In the end, she decided to finish them off using her own charms. »
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The guild leader is a MILF

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The Framed Canvas Challenge

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Art IA « Blowing off steam - The Legend of Dalia » avec la description : « After two long weeks of hard travel across the scorching Desert of Anima, Dalia and Athena finally arrived at the sprawling city of Nightvale. The moment they passed through the gates, Dalia’s sharp eyes spotted a curious little magic shop tucked between two larger buildings. “I want to check in there,” she said. “There might be records or rumors about the other Vicars.” Athena rolled her shoulders, her massive breasts straining against white lace. “Go ahead. I need to blow off some steam. I’ll be at the tavern.” They split up. Athena had barely sat down before she started drawing every eye in the place. The muscular, busty was impossible to ignore with both her body, rowdy demeaner and drinking ability. An older, burly blacksmith named Jace approached her with clear hunger in his eyes. Inside the dimly lit magic shop, Dalia approached the counter where a stunning mage with an absurdly large, heart-shaped ass stood organizing glowing crystals. Her name was Madeline. “Excuse me,” Dalia said politely. “I’m looking for information about the Vicars.” Madeline let out a soft laugh. “The Vicars? Those are just old children’s stories, sweetie. Ancient legends.” Dalia smiled confidently as she skimmed through a spell book. “They’re not myths. Two of them exist right now.” She let a small pulse of her Pleasure Vicar aura radiate outward. “And I am one of them.” Madeline’s eyes widened with sudden fascination. “Wait… you’re serious?” She leaned in, her massive ass jiggling slightly. “You have to tell me more. Bring your friend and meet me at my wizard tower tonight. Top floor of the Silver Spire.” Meanwhile, at the rowdy tavern, Athena and Jace retired to a cozy whore room where she let Jace suck her tits while she stroked him to get his cock ready. Soon, Jace was underneath her, groaning loudly as Athena rode him hard in cowgirl position, her powerful thighs flexing as she slammed down on his cock. She then switched to Amazon position — planting her feet on either side of him and squatting aggressively, fucking him senseless until the older blacksmith cried out and pumped her full of cum. By the time Dalia arrived an hour later to fetch her, the scene was glorious chaos. Half the men in the tavern had already been serviced. Several were slumped in chairs with blissed-out expressions, their cocks spent after receiving sloppy titjobs, blowjobs, or having their loads drained between Athena’s enormous breasts. Dalia stood in the doorway watching the debauchery with an amused smile. Athena gave Dalia a satisfied grin as cum rained on her from every direction. "I could get used to adventuring with you, Dalia!" Dalia just shrugged and laughed. “I guess a break was in order. You look like you had fun.” Athena wiped strands of cum from her breast and smirked. “Very necessary. I’m recharged now.” The two Vicars shared a laugh as the tavern patrons stared in awe at the pair of legendary beauties. The two of them left the tavern together, heading toward Madeline’s wizard tower with the promise of new answers… and possibly more trouble. @warmicestudios @peterco @gildenstein @cef_ultra @reptorn @terror2 @barry915 @casca_kirei-onna @onlyyouprod, @smut317 @parda, @bad77 @kendarfulgrim @murcie, @a_casual_prompter, @zesoul, @ririfake, @zerogroupe21 @dreamerofdreams »
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Blowing off steam - The Legend of Dalia

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Sans titre

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Just a Warlock and his fairy c: (His patron is the Dark Fae)

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Art IA « Realms in shadow »
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Realms in shadow

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Art IA « First try, fantasy cliff city »
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First try, fantasy cliff city

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Art IA « The Archangel of Passion - The Captain's Quest - Part II » avec la description : « Part 1: https://betterwaifu.com/post/gbc7gab After a week of marching the Captain and his small army that set out in the quest to bring back Lady Maria, had arrived in the capital of the country, a big thriving city. Here they would need to visit the Grand Cathedral, known as the Temple of Passion, to attain an anointed Holy Symbol of the Archangel of Passion, that would work as a conduit for the ritual to open the gateway that would connect to the world Lady Maria ended up to. Maria and her dear friend, the Captain, as well as their men and women working for them, have been disciples of this faith dedicated to the Archangel of Passion, one of the primary patron deities of their world. In the Temple they would need to converse with the High Priestess, explain the situation and persuade her to give the anointed symbol. And so they entered the Cathedral, bowing in reverence and praying, before meeting the High Priestess, a woman with covered, veiled face and uncovered breasts. The Captain knelt before her and started explaining what have happened in detail. The Priestess heard him and they talked a bit about how this was an issue all over, people falling into portals, ending who knows where, all because of this abomination, the Psionic Horror, that lied in a far away continent. She explained to the Captain and his men, who were there kneeling as well, that to anoint a Holy Symbol of the Archangel of Passion, they would need to do two things. The first would be a physical act of passion, to give all their love and sperm to the High Priestess's body. The second would be a spiritual thing. Before, during and after the sexual ritual, they would be measured by the divine essence of the Archangel, permeating within the temple, whether their love and dedication to Lady Maria was true. Did they truly care for her, did they love her or where they simply driven by simplistic craving of flesh? Was there true passion or only carnal desire? To succeed in the anointment they would need to be true. They all remained silent, contemplating the Priestess words. But there was no hesitation, they loved Maria and they knew that she loved them, each and every one of her men and women, that have spent day after day, for years, enjoying each others body and desires. The Captain focused every thought and feeling he had for Maria and he felt his dick getting hard. He took the High Priestess first thrusting as hard as he could while moaning and whispering Maria's name. After he finished the men took turns as well, all 100+ of them. They all had passionate orgasms, each of them thinking that it was Maria they were fucking and not the veiled Priestess, while she was letting out extremely loud sensual moans. Surprisingly the High Priestess was showing no fatigue at all, despite getting pounded non stop by the men. While everyone was finished, she stood up, cum on her breasts and dripping from her pussy and ass. She looked at all of them, who after being done were kneeling before her and the altar and said: "You have been measured by the Passion of her Light." Put this song on YT on repeat for better experience before continuing reading! https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=mOxXX1OTUP0 They all felt a pull within their body, within their soul. The earth trembled, the temple was shaking and they fell face down on the temple's floor and when they looked up again, the Priestess was not there. Instead something otherworldly transpired: The temple's ceiling, the walls, they were all gone! Clear blue sky and clouds were above and the bright sun. Through the clouds a golden form, with 4 wings descended, radiating blinding light. The men all on their knees, screamed in both pleasure and agony seeing her visage. "THE SUN! THE SUN!" Tears flowing from their eyes they looked at the Archangel of Passion floating above them. There was no voice from her, only a powerful warm feeling washing over all of them. They felt love and determination. The Archangel descended further down and went over the Captain, embracing him tightly. The Captain felt strong emotions within him but also a reassuring thought. "Your feelings are truthful. You will succeed. You will smite the darkness and bring back your love. My Light will guide you. Go forth, my Knight of Passion." The Captain looked up at her with respect but before he could say or think anything else a flash of blinding light washed over everyone, knocking them down. When they stood up everything was back to normal, the Priestess was back again and bowed to them. As they all stood up they felt power surging through them. The priestess presented to the Captain a golden symbol carved with a heart with 4 wings, 2 on each side, telling him that they had what they needed to continue their quest. The Captain, his eyes having a radiant golden glow, held tight the symbol, thinking about Maria. They would move out the next morning, for the next task. They now had the blessings of the Archangel of Passion. »
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The Archangel of Passion - The Captain's Quest - Part II

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Art IA « Pokemon Nurses pt.1 »
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Pokemon Nurses pt.1

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