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Art IA « Ochaco Playmate »
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Ochaco Playmate

zuzul
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Art IA « New DLC just dropped »
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New DLC just dropped

octavian
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Art IA « Sailor Jupiter rides the lightning. »
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Sailor Jupiter rides the lightning.

varcolac
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Art IA « Sailor Moon »
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Sailor Moon

varcolac
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Art IA avec la description : « Cats for the win »
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Sans titre

iiyama6122
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Art IA « Lingerie Love: Pink »
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Lingerie Love: Pink

kendarfulgrim
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Art IA « The Otaku's Dress-Up »
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The Otaku's Dress-Up

thoughtzi
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Art IA « The waifu bathwater edition » avec la description : « The Ultimate Collector’s Item: Bottled Bathwater from Your Favorite Waifu Imagine an anime waifu deciding to sell her used bathwater in tiny glass jars. After a relaxing bath, she carefully bottles it, seals each jar with a cute logo, and puts them up for sale online. Within minutes, the entire stock sells out. For her loyal followers, the jar isn't just water—it’s an exclusive, personal collector's item straight from their favorite character. She plays it off with a playful wink: taking an ordinary everyday element and, simply through her character's charm, turning it into a prized treasure for fans to display in their collection. »
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The waifu bathwater edition

mikunakano07
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Art IA « The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤 » avec la description : « The final bell rang hours ago. The hallways are ghosts, the janitor’s keys are jingling three floors down, and the smell of floor wax and old books is the only thing left in the air. Or so the school thinks. ​Nana-cha was never one for following the syllabus, and tonight, she’s teaching a very different kind of subject. Locked in the back of the lecture hall, the distance between 'classmates' and 'something more' has completely evaporated. ​They’ve sat two seats apart all semester, exchanging nothing but notes and the occasional lingering glance during the afternoon slump. But now, the pretense is gone. Every muffled breath is a gamble against the silence; every creak of a desk feels like a siren. She’s turned the most boring room in the building into a high-voltage sanctuary. Nana-cha: (Whispering close to his ear) "Listen... do you hear that? The janitor’s keys, at the far end of the hall." ​Classmate: "We should go, Nana. If we get caught here..." ​Nana-cha: (With a playful, defiant smirk) "That’s exactly what makes it fun, isn't it? Just stay still. If you keep quiet, I promise this will be the most important lesson you learn all semester... And trust me... it’s not on the exam."" »
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The Bell Can't Save You Now. 🕰️🖤

cef_ultra
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Art IA « The big-titty goth lost a bet »

The big-titty goth lost a bet

andysaturn
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Art IA « My favorite waifu is a bunny girl? »
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My favorite waifu is a bunny girl?

octavian
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Art IA « Cyndel Vale needs money 14 (ft. @azariel's Sera) »
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Cyndel Vale needs money 14 (ft. @azariel's Sera)

octavian
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Art IA « Kawaii maid »
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Kawaii maid

ririfake
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Art IA « 🥳 @warmicestudio's 1000 followers »
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🥳 @warmicestudio's 1000 followers

peterco
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Art IA « Sailor Jupiter struts her stuff »
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Sailor Jupiter struts her stuff

varcolac
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Art IA « FF7 babes making me wanna replay rebirth »
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FF7 babes making me wanna replay rebirth

varcolac
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Art IA « Elf chara design »
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Elf chara design

ririfake
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Art IA « Next vote »
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Next vote

chainny
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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 « Mifl? Pokémon »
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Mifl? Pokémon

mrka1
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