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sitting on rock

sitting on rock

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Sans titre

valtek
AI art 'A Date With “The Lady of the Woods”' with user description 'Today’s date partner is the enigmatic and alluring Lady of the Woods. Look, I’m not gonna sugar coat this, you might want to reconsider this one. It’s not that she isn’t lovely in her own right, it’s that there’s just something… off about her. She’s run the flower shop down the street as long as you can remember. But despite that no one seems to know her name. It’s like she doesn’t have one, or has somehow avoided giving it out. Some would call her deep eyes and mature demeanor charming. Others might say devilish. And every now and then, someone claims to have seen something truly strange when they look at her. Still, as far as we know, she’s never done anything nefarious to anyone. But if you decide to ask her out anyway, do keep an eye on her. And whatever you do, don’t give her your name unless she gives you her own first.'
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A Date With “The Lady of the Woods”

usagi77
AI art 'Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 2b' with user description '(This post continues from the part 1 - Refuse the flower - decision) The lady seems surprised by your refusal. For a brief moment, her mask falters and a look of genuine surprise softens her features. You feel a brief rush of victory. As if you had gotten one over on her. But as her composure returns and her elegant smile returns, that glee sours into a strange sense of guilt. There was a genuine kindness in her eyes now. Was it there before? Had you missed it, or was it new? “Interesting. Tell me your name, human.” Human? An odd way to address you. Wasn’t she a person too? Despite this, your lips move without you really thinking about it and you answer her question almost automatically. She stands, her breasts bouncing slightly as you become aware she isn’t wearing a bra. You noticed her beauty when you first entered, but now you couldn’t help but notice every little detail. The soft floral scent of her perfume. The smooth silky skin that her dress seemed to hug so closely. The way her hips swayed just the right way to draw your eyes a little lower. She smiled, as though she could see every thought you had just had and had been hoping you’d feel that way. Something tingled in the back of your mind. This was too perfect. She was too beautiful, too seductive in a way that felt tailored to peak your interest without giving you too much. The perfect tease. There was a lingering dread that you were a fly getting a bit too close to the flytrap, but at the gentle tone of her next words that dread vanished like a daydream. “Follow me.” She turned to leave and your feet obeyed without you asking anything of them. “You are wise not to trust first appearances. The Woods are not kind, nor are they vicious. But they are hungry, and nothing walks beneath these boughs that can’t become prey if they aren’t careful.” You ask her if that includes herself, and she chuckles. Your eyes keep wandering down her back as you go, and each time she turns to look back at you, you feel the need to snap your eyes back up, as though afraid to get caught staring. Though, she never seems to mind, nor correct you. “We’re going to a special place.” She says. “The heart of the Woods. If it accepts you, you might find the promise of the flower wasn’t made in vain.” She stops suddenly, leaning against an overgrown tree. “I thought I saw in your eyes the same reckless greed that most humans have. It’s hard to think I was wrong, but perhaps you’re plagued by a different sin.” See leans forward, letting her cleavage show in a way that feels very intentional. She stares into your eyes one more time and this time you feel a blush rushing to your cheeks. Something stirs inside you and a strong desire wells up. You want to reach out and grab her breasts, to steal a kiss as you run your hands down her hips or across her back, To play with her hair and slip your fingers beneath her hem of her skirt. But something also tells you that doing so right now would be very unwise. You can’t hide your arousal, but you somehow manage to stay your hands and she finally pulls back. Her smile feels a little more confident now and you can’t help but feel that everything you just felt was some sort of cruel joke. “Come along, we’re almost there.” She says with a flirty tone. You follow to the entrance to a large cave with a cool breeze flowing from within. She is silent for this stretch of the journey, and she also doesn’t turn around to check on you. Your guilt has started to ebb, and just as you are fantasizing about taking hold of her rear, a shrill voice catches your attention. “Help me!” It cries. It’s a soft, femine voice, more a whimper than a shout. If the lady hears it, she gives no sign. She continues to walk into the cave. As you look around for the voice, you spot it down a small side path. There, a fairy girl, completely nude, lays tangled helplessly in vines that seem to wrap themselves around her of their own accord. The vines are pulling her slowly but surely into the darkness. The fairy looks up at you with tired hopeless eyes. “Help me, please!” <Decision Point - Do you help the fairy or follow after the Lady?>'
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 2b

usagi77
AI art "Bulma"
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Bulma

knockoutboi22
AI art 'Choose your own adventure: Lady of the Woods 3a' with user description '< this post continues from the 2a "yes" path > You do your best to nod an affirmation to the lady's question. Of course you deserve a second chance. You didn't ask for any of this, right? This wasn't your fault. It couldn't be. But the lady doesn't seem to agree. Her smirk deepens into something closer to contempt as her glowing eyes seem to peer directly into your thoughts. "You would say that. As always, greedy. Self absorbed. Deflecting blame. Humans rarely surprise me, but I was hoping you might be different." The formless world around you reverberates as though disturbed by some distant impact and the smoke closes in around you. "Unlike your kind though, I do keep my word. I offered you a choice. You decided. I would not make an offer if both outcomes weren't possible." She leans forward, magic beginning to gather in her palms like balls of green fire. "You shall have your second chance. But, I'll leave you fate in the hands of your own kind. Let us see if they choose to spare you, shall we?" The magic surges forth and you can feel yourself diminishing. The lady grows taller, or perhaps you are growing smaller, as what little sensation you still had of your body begins to fade away. When you regain consciousness, the world suddenly looks normal again. No smoke, no strange lights, no shimmering auras. But your mind still feels cloudy. Airy, even. Like you aren't thinking so much as drifting in a small pool of ideas and feelings. You try to move but you can no longer feel your limbs. Your arms feel thin and wiggly and you can't make them move at all. Your legs feel like they are bound together and you try in vain to wiggle them. You realize, to your horror, that you can't even look around. Your entire world is this single image of the forest clearing. And suddenly, the lady is here too. Sitting and singing just as she was when you first entered. You call for her, but you aren't sure if your mouth still works and she doesn't respond. After some time of this, maybe hours, maybe weeks, your hear footsteps approaching. A new human has entered the clearing, a man not so different from yourself. The lady greets him just as she had you. She gives him the same speech, and makes him the same offer of the magical flower. But then she turns to you. With only a hint of knowing in her eyes, she reaches out and grabs your stem, plucking you from the ground. Your legs have been severed. No, not your legs. Your roots. You scream internally, but to the outside world you are simply a flower and nothing more. The man has accepted the gift, just as you had. And in so doing, he has sealed your fate. She hands you over to the man, as your consciousness gives into the pain and begins to fade away. Your last sight, before your mind vanishes completely, is the lady's sad, but unwavering smile. Not looking at the new man, but at you, at your unseen eyes, perhaps truly wishing things had turned out differently. < Ending A - The Cycle of Nature - Reached >'
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Choose your own adventure: Lady of the Woods 3a

usagi77
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fern

jlixard
AI art 'Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 1' with user description '(Testing this, let’s see if it works out! Post your chosen option in the comments.) Part 1 The woods were eerily silent today. This hike was normally peaceful. But the silence unsettled you just a bit and as you pondered the reasons why it occurred to you that you were lost. The path before you was unfamiliar, but so was the path behind you. It should have been impossible, you are certain you never made a turn or approached a fork in the trail. In fact, you hiked this trail because it was a simple loop, impossible to lose your way on. And yet, you had no idea where you were. All you could do was wander. It seemed like hours of silent walking. But then, the silence broke. A soft and warm tone caressed your ears. A voice. A woman was singing from somewhere in the woods. Somewhere off the trail. You couldn’t understand the words, but somehow you felt like you understood the meaning anyway. It was an invitation. Entranced, you stumbled your way off the trail and into the undergrowth. Thorns and branches poked and claws at your skin, but as you followed the song the path opened up before you into a peaceful and sunny meadow. And there, seated upon a rock, was the singer. She noticed you as soon as you exited the woods. The singing stopped and you felt a bang of regret. It was your fault that it stopped, and you would have preferred it to go on forever. But with the song no longer pulling you forward, your feet were suddenly frozen under the weight of the enchanting woman’s stare, “Come, let me take a look at you.” She said. You approach without consciously telling your legs to move. It seemed unwise to refuse her. Something on a subconscious level told you so. “I see,” she said after staring for several long, silent, moments. “You are here for this, yes” She produced a strange flower with a flash of strange magic. “This flower will cure any illness. A single sip from its nectar promises a long and happy life.” Her smile had shifted subtly. There was something concerning in her eyes. It was as if she were unhappy with whatever she had seen in your eyes. “You can have a sip, if that’s what you want.” <Decision Point> Do you sip the nectar or refuse the flower? The choices are yours, and yours alone.'
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Choose Your Own Adventure: Lady of the Woods 1

usagi77
AI art 'Red M cooling in stream'
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Red M cooling in stream

dolmic1
AI art "Mermaid Sighting"

Mermaid Sighting

thoughtzi
AI art "Winged girl"
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Winged girl

ririfake
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ririfake
AI art "Sunset at the beach"

Sunset at the beach

padrepokemon88
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sindelith1
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Sunbathing

devcole91
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vankkaankka
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aleda
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necronomico
AI art "A private beach all to herself!"
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A private beach all to herself!

chrizzyboi
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jessecolton
AI art 'Priscilla (oc)' with user description 'Gone for a darker vibe this time around. Read below Priscilla was once a very happy very normal, well as normal as a mermaid can be, mermaid. Despite being a few centuries old she was one of the more beautiful mermaids. However she was scorned and betrayed by men too many times. A darkness festered within her heart. Slowly over the next few centuries it turned her beautiful blond hair to be like seaweed. Her once gorgeous and flawless skin turned green, her teeth became razor sharp. Now she stalks various area, appearing anywhere there is water and waiting for unsuspecting adventurers, usually males, to get close before she springs devouring their flesh and bones'
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Priscilla (oc)

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