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AI art 'Fern needs stronger buttons' with user description 'Looks like her magic power is not the only strong thing in the room :)'
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Fern needs stronger buttons

herlin
AI art "Frieren new spell : growth"
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Frieren new spell : growth

zuzul
AI art "The Hunger: Consumption [4 of 4]"
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The Hunger: Consumption [4 of 4]

dreamerofdreams
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

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

warmicestudios
AI art "🧝‍♀️ Elven Catgirl, Night 2"
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🧝‍♀️ Elven Catgirl, Night 2

peterco
AI art 'Fate/ Stay Isla' with user description 'Between my DnD challenge I issued out, and the Fate stuff that spun off it with @zesoul, I got the thought in my mind "I wonder what Isla would look like as each of the Fate servant classes?" so I couldn't resist. I've not done enough of this stuff but I'm really loving fantasy Isla these past few days 💘 For those who don't know the servant classes, in order its: Saber, Archer, Lancer, Rider, Caster, Assassin, Berserker As interesting as it would to see everyone else's OCs, I think its too similar to the DnD challenge in terms of themes (and we're probably all spent for credits after these back to back with the pirate stuff onwards😅 ). There's been some absolute gems posted this last week and its been awesome to be part of it 🤩'
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Fate/ Stay Isla

cro_bo
AI art 'Fern - 4k' with user description 'Again i'm testing how to get higher quality images, It's more "soft" than my usual because i want you guys to focus more on the quality 🙂‍↕️​ If you have any question or need some help don't hesitate and ask me down here in the comments ❤️ Also if you have any idea or request of something you want to see just ask and if i like the idea i will realize it for you, post it and tag you on the post ❤️ ENJOY ❤️❤️❤️'
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Fern - 4k

herlin
AI art "Wrath of the Princesses"
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Wrath of the Princesses

octavian
AI art '!!!THE HOLIDAYS!!!: Kalyra's Appearance. Final Part.' with user description 'While Kalyra was having fun with the girls from the Club, a magical circle appeared beneath her, giving her a dose of her own trap. Tantacles emerged and began groping the succubi. It seems another unknown entity had grown tired of Kalyra's antics. After receiving their punishment, the girls were freed from the spell, and thus ended their vacation. Thank you so much for reading, I hope you enjoyed it. Note: For the moment, I'm going to put the "PARANORMAL CLUB" story on hold to continue with other short stories that I'll show you later. It's not the end; I just don't want to overwhelm you with the same story and make it monotonous. Thank you very much.'
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!!!THE HOLIDAYS!!!: Kalyra's Appearance. Final Part.

crow-7w7
AI art "Superheroes 2"
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Superheroes 2

zuzul
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

kendarfulgrim
AI art "You're a wizard, Liz!"
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You're a wizard, Liz!

octavian
AI art "BJ Collection 1"
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BJ Collection 1

onlyyouprod
AI art "Catgirl + Elf = 🫠"
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Catgirl + Elf = 🫠

zuzul
AI art 'Extra Capte: A GIRL WITH A TRAGIC PAST.' with user description 'Mireya and Neli were enjoying their day off when suddenly they heard a terrifying scream coming from an alley. There they found a demon attacking a girl. Neli quickly attacked the demon with a flying kick, while Mireya cast a spell that engulfed the demon in flames. The badly wounded demon ran off. Once they had calmed down, they asked the girl what had happened, and she told them her story. My name is Elena Duboys; my mother recently died of an illness, and my father fell into a rage. I try to take my mother’s place with the housework so my father can recover from the loss. My father couldn’t bear the loss of his wife and was consumed by a demon that attacked him while he slept. Thanks to the fact that you happened to be passing by, you rescued her, but her father ended up being consumed by the demon. After hearing the story, Mireya invited her to the club, which led Elena to decide to live there, and she ended up cleaning up the mess left by the group members—mostly Neli, who is a disaster. The end.'
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Extra Capte: A GIRL WITH A TRAGIC PAST.

crow-7w7
AI art "10 points for Gryffindor!! 🦁"
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10 points for Gryffindor!! 🦁

bad77
AI art "Wooden Elf"
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Wooden Elf

zuzul
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

octavian
AI art 'Wrath of the Princesses 1 - Ariel' with user description 'The depths of the ocean were silent, heavy, and intimate. Ariel moved through the glowing kelp forest, her long, fiery red hair floated around her naked body in silken waves, brushing against her breasts and the curve of her hips. The water caressed her like a lover—she had always loved this feeling. Tonight, it felt like foreplay before violence. She reached the hidden coral vault where the Sea King’s relics waited. With a flick of her wrist, the enchanted clamshell doors opened. Inside lay her armor. Ariel ran her fingers along the cold metal, feeling it warm to her touch. She smiled, sharp and hungry. Last, she took the trident. The weapon hummed with ancient power as her webbed fingers closed around its shaft. She spun it once, cutting the water with a low thrum that sent schools of fish fleeing in terror. “Time to play,” she whispered, voice distorted beautifully underwater. With a surge of her power, Ariel shot upward. She broke the surface at the exact moment the sun kissed the horizon. The beach was empty—pristine white sand stretching toward the distance. Perfect. Saltwater streamed down her body, tracing the deep valley between her breasts, sliding over the muscles of her stomach, and dripping from the hem of her scandalously short armored skirt. She tilted her head back, eyes glowing an unnatural aquamarine. Then she activated her water magic. The sea answered with savage joy. She threw her head back and screamed into the tempest, voice carrying over the thunder with raw, seductive power: “I am Ariel, daughter of the sea! The tides rise for me. The lightning bends to me. Come, sisters… Come and drown with me!” The massive storm rolled toward the ruined coliseum like a living thing—rain turning the ground to mud, wind tearing at distant banners, lightning promising that the first blood of the war would be drawn in water and fury. Ariel lowered the trident, a dark, aroused smile curving her lips as rain streamed down her face and between her breasts. The war had begun.'
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Wrath of the Princesses 1 - Ariel

octavian
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