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bruh190
Art IA « Cumming on Stockings Booty »
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Cumming on Stockings Booty

freelight99
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Art IA « My Waifus are avid gooners »
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My Waifus are avid gooners

varcolac
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Art IA « DnD Girls Night - Session 0 » avec la description : « Isla's been playing DnD for a while (see our original challenge set - https://betterwaifu.com/post/jen7biz ) and she wanted to get her friends in on it too. Image 1 The lamp glowed amber against the dark window, city lights scattered below like fallen dice. Isla set the campaign folder on the table, dice clattering as chip bowls and character sheets found their places. "Okay ladies, thanks for joining me tonight" she said, tucking a stray pink curl behind her ear, "before we roll anything — what classes are you guys thinking?" Image 2 "I've been reading up," Isla continued, warming to it, "and I think I want to try an artificer. Like, cool potions an—" Image 3 "I WANT TO BE A PIRATE!" Erin cut in, already halfway out of her seat, eyes blazing. "A swashbuckling one! With a cool sword and maybe even a flintlo—" Image 4 "Erin!" snapped Isla, massaging her temple to calm herself down. "Pirate isn't a class. Did you even open the rulebook I lent you?" She flipped it open, spinning it across the table. Image 5 "You could be a barbarian or something. That's basically pirate-adjacent, minus the boat." Erin slumped back, muttering, but her grin didn't fully fade — an axe-swinger wasn't the worst consolation prize. Image 6 Isla tapped her chin, glasses catching the lamplight. "Actually," she mused, "being a dancer would be fun too." Image 7 The table shook. "You just SAID I couldn't be a made-up class," Erin bellowed, palms slamming the wood so hard the dice bowl jumped, "and now YOU'RE going to be a dancer?!" "Erin, breathe—" Amelia raised both hands, caught between the two of them, cheeks pink with secondhand embarrassment. Isla, deflating slightly, held her hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay — no pirates, no dancers." She turned to Amelia with a hopeful smile. "So what did you land on?" Image 8 "I think druid would actually suit you," Isla offered before Amelia could answer. "You're always going on about loving nature, and druids are usually so gentle and peaceful." Image 9 Amelia's fingers twisted together. "Um — actually," she said, not quite meeting their eyes, "I was thinking it might be fun to try playing a paladin." Image 10 Silence. Then Isla and Erin both lost it, doubling over the character sheets in a fit of laughter that had Erin wheezing and Isla wiping her eyes. "Why not?!" Amelia flushed scarlet, hands flying to her hips. "What's wrong with that?" "Nothing's wrong with it," Isla managed between giggles, "it's just — it's really not you, Amelia." "I could be a paladin!" Amelia insisted, though the stammer undercut her a little. "I can be brave when it matters. Okay yeah I get it, shields and swords — but looking after people... that's a me thing!" Erin, still grinning, threw an arm around her shoulders. "Sure it is, Sir Amelia." They settled eventually, dice sorted, character sheets smoothed flat, and the laughter faded into the easy quiet of a plan finally taking shape. Image 11 So there it was: a paladin who flinched at her own reflection in polished armour, a barbarian who couldn't wait to swing first and ask questions never, and an artificer who'd already mapped out four contingency plans nobody had asked for. Not the party any of them expected to build — but somehow, exactly the one they wanted to play. »
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DnD Girls Night - Session 0

cro_bo
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Art IA « Isla cosplays BWAI faves » avec la 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

cro_bo
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Art IA « 🥳 blackhairedstudent's 3000 followers! » avec la 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!

peterco
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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)

terror2
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Art IA « 📖 Library, 2nd Book » avec la description : « She likes reading in the library... alone 😏 »
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📖 Library, 2nd Book

peterco
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Art IA « Cassie Vale in Terror's Rain »
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Cassie Vale in Terror's Rain

octavian
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Art IA « 😻 Kittens, No. 2/2 » avec la description : « Mirror selfie 📱 So, this is where it all started two weeks ago... with this kitten taking selfies (Kittens, No. 2/1), but I couldn't figure out how to create a prompt that worked (maybe there were to much info for a prompt limited to 62 characters), so I started to experiment with a reference image, but the results were "rigid". Until @zesoul came along and created a prompt that works like a charm. So, finally, as the last one, I made my own mirror selfie with hands hooked under knees, and completed the set 🥹 »
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😻 Kittens, No. 2/2

peterco
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Art IA « Part 1 Innocent » avec la description : « Before the red-haired woman met her, she was a shy bookworm; she used to spend her time in the library until, one day, she came across a book on bondage—and through that book, the red-haired woman found her. @eroking69er the first Part of requests. »
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Part 1 Innocent

gildenstein
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Art IA « Part 3 You are so cute and shy » avec la description : « The redhead kisses her neck and plays with her breasts as a blush rises to her face. "Come, lie down on the sofa, my dear," the redhead whispers in her ear. Confused, she follows the instruction and lies down; her heart is pounding with excitement, yet her body is still resisting. The redhead studies her closely, desire in her gaze, and gently strokes her face. "Don't be afraid, my dear." She places her hand on the button of her jeans and undoes it. The blonde girl looks at her anxiously, but the redhead gives her a reassuring smile before continuing. @eroking69er next Part. »
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Part 3 You are so cute and shy

gildenstein
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Art IA « 📖 Library, 7th Book » avec la description : « Has she finished reading yet? 😁 »
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📖 Library, 7th Book

peterco
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Art IA « 📖 Library, 3rd Book » avec la description : « She loves to read... all alone 😏 »
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📖 Library, 3rd Book

peterco
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Art IA « Sera Waking Up and Afterwards, Once She Got Dressed » avec la description : « #1Sera has just woken up and freshened up. #2 And here’s the result. I have no idea where she got that outfit from—it was probably a package from a fan. @gildenstein @hollenwulf @octavian @peterco @warmicestudios @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @goobygubby @cro_bo @varcolac @smut317 @narillia @zerogroupe21 @saltymajor778 @zesoul @reptorn »
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Sera Waking Up and Afterwards, Once She Got Dressed

azariel
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jlixard
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Art IA « A Day Out »
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A Day Out

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Art IA « 🥳 octavian's 3000 followers! » avec la description : « Thank you guys! @warmicestudios @cef_ultra @bad77 @ririfake @gildenstein @blackhairedstudent @parda @barry915 @noxiii and all others! Congrats on hitting 3000 followers, @octavian! 🥳 I’ve finally gathered enough panda girls to throw the biggest, fluffiest, and kinkiest panda girl party this platform has ever seen… and it’s all for you, buddy! 🐼😏 Well deserved! Keep being awesome! 🎉 🥳🥳🥳 So, come on panda, let's go party! 🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼🐼 Oh, and I have heard that there might be a private after party 😏 »
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🥳 octavian's 3000 followers!

peterco
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Art IA « 😿 Take good care of my kitties » avec la description : « Two weeks off! No posts, no comments, no likes from me... I'm so sorry I'll miss your 1000, 2000 or 3000 followers celebrations 😥 Please take care of my girls while I'm gone. They are so sad! 😏 »
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😿 Take good care of my kitties

peterco
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Art IA « cat onesie »
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cat onesie

jlixard
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