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Arte de IA 'Dancing in the Rain 🌦️' com descrição do usuário 'Some people run from the rain. Some people dance in it. Life is usually more fun when you're the second kind. 🌧️✨😏 @octavian @peterco @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @cef_ultra @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778'
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Dancing in the Rain 🌦️

reptorn
33
Arte de IA '🍂 Summer is (almost) over' com descrição do usuário 'I won't be here for a few days 🥹 Don't forget about CATurday if I can't make it 😽 @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @narillia @cro_bo @terror2 @barry915 @bad77 @thoughtzi @candylover @gildenstein @reptorn @artfx85 @ninonakano @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @casca_kirei-onna @a_casual_prompter'
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🍂 Summer is (almost) over

peterco
34
Arte de IA 'Workout' com descrição do usuário 'The music starts. The mirrors light up. And suddenly everyone remembers why early 2000s workout videos became legendary. Just sweat, determination, and a little bit of showing off. Some call it exercise. Some call it cardio. The rest of us call it motivation. 😏'
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Workout

reptorn
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Arte de IA 'Whisper of Ink' com descrição do usuário 'Have you ever jerked off to a fountain pen? You can try it now...'
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Whisper of Ink

shorty_hunter
7
Arte de IA 'Ankha & Tara as inspired by YOU TOO!' com descrição do usuário 'About 3 weeks ago, Octavian made a post honoring 10 of the most creative minds on BetterWaifu. I was very honored to be included in that list and after I made a post to honor them back, I decided to share the love even further and feature 10* more creators who inspire me on BetterWaifu. I went through everybody's accounts and picked out my personal favorites to pay tribute to. I adhered to the 3 golden rules originally set by Octavian: 1) If there was a remix, I remixed it. 2) If there was no prompt, I made my own interpretation. 3) NO REFERENCE SHOT. Last time I only picked out 1 image per creator. This time I wanted to include as much material as possible, so now it's 3 different posts per person! 🤯 I randomized the order, so it's not from best to worst or anything like that. If you see anything you like, please check out the original creator's account and give them a follow! #1 - 3: @thoughtzi - A Small Show of Gratitude - Eye Candy - A Wild Waifusaurus I really enjoy your posts about the internationally celebrated days of [insert thing to celebrate]. I love how random they can get! International Tiara Day? World Thick Shake Day!? Who even decides these things!? 😂 #4 - 6: @shoon1234 - outdoor showering (shower show) - naked library - no locker room The world you create inside your posts always makes me laugh! It's very funny to think about how these 'What if...?' scenarios would turn out in the real world! #7 - 9: @smut317 - Warmicestudios Congrats on Getting 2K Followers - Introducing Annie - 100 Followers Anything involving your OC Ouka always gets my complete attention! She gives off such a nice and sweet vibe, but she also isn't afraid of using her body to get what she wants! 😍 #10 - 12: @usagi77 - When the love potion works a little too well… - Level Grinding - Fruit Girls Your recent series in which we got to date all your OC's was phenomenal and criminally underviewed! Of course I also enjoyed your previous posts but I think these dates were all pulled off tremendously! ❤️❤️❤️ #13 - 15: @gildenstein - Cyberpunk Hana Backstory Part 5 - Just calling a good friend - Neon light Hana You've allowed me the honor of working with some of your OC's before and I'm truly grateful to you! I'm generally not really a big fan of cyberpunk, but your 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD' series actually got me interested in a cyberpunk story for once. If that's not a sign of greatness, I don't know what is! #16 - 18: @grumshanks_bigman - Untitled - Untitled - Untitled I think I'm allowed to call myself the No.1 Ankha appreciater on BetterWaifu, but you are definitely the biggest Shantae fan on this platform! You upload images of her almost daily and I think they are all very high quality! Recently you've started creating videos as well and I don't think there's a single bad one in there! I do think it's unfortunate you don't name your posts though. Maybe you could name them like like: 'Shantae fellatio (1)' and 'Shantae & Rottytops tentacle fucked (4)'. They don't all have to be original names. Just a way for viewers (like me) to tell them apart. 😉 #19 - 21: @deathmask123 - Furries - Love is War- War over - Drowzee Hunting- *series in general* For the longest time I had been trying to recreate the style in your posts without any luck. I was so jealous of how your 'dark rooms' looked like, well... actually dark rooms! 😂 That is, until I finally found the secret sauce when putting this post together! I love all your 'Drowzee Hunting' posts! They can be very hot, creepy and funny at the same time! #22 - 24: @eric_pulgar - cant hold anymore! (1) - selfie! - beach day (4) I don't think you've shared your OC's names yet, but I love all the little scenes you put the two pink haired girls in! It's all very vanilla, but you prove that this doesn't have to mean that it's boring! #25 - 27: @doggomage - Miki The Punk - Miki Strikes Again - Mind Controlled Girl Miki's posts are some of my favorites on the entirety of BetterWaifu! I just had to dedicate more than one of the images to her story! I also wanted to pay honor to Hana, but neither Ankha's nor Tara's bodies were a good representation of her, eh... completeness? 😅 #28 - 30: @ririfake - Untitled - Untitled - Hidden sex? Wow! Just wow! So many wonderful pieces to choose from! Your posts always immediately stand out from the rest because of their colorful and artistic nature! You've introduced me to so many girls inspired by animals and monsters I didn't even know existed! While you title some of your posts, most of them are still untitled unfortunately. Like I mentioned before, a title helps a lot in differentiating your posts from one another. They don't all have to be completely different names. Just number them if you don't want to think up a lot of different titles for your monster girls! *My stupid monkey brain screwed up, because I actually planned to include 1 more creator in here. @happo's images will be in a separate post. I'm very sorry! 😖'
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Ankha & Tara as inspired by YOU TOO!

terror2
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Arte de IA "Welcome to the Jungle"
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Welcome to the Jungle

octavian
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Arte de IA '⛈️ It's raining' com descrição do usuário 'Sometimes girls are sad... and soaking wet'
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⛈️ It's raining

peterco
2
Arte de IA 'Primordial Ink and the Inkblight' com descrição do usuário 'From the setting of Storia. ——— This post was made at the request of @heihund to know more about the world, and of @casca_kirei-onna to know more about the black hand girl from the post: https://betterwaifu.com/post/jh6djf4 ——— Primordial Ink. It is found in a place called "the Inkwell", a large pit or a well at the heart of a crystal mountain. Said to have been used in the making of the world of Storia and the Great Story, the ink was put on the white space of the world and was shaped into letters and meaning. Letters became words. Words became lines. Lines became chapters. And eventually, a story was written. The ink a powerful a substance that can be used to change a story or even make a new one. It is a very valuable substance that has to be held with great care and responsibility. Ink exists in all things, making up the core essence and narrative identity of all things as stories. All stories have some level of influence and even power on the world around them, though most are too weak or small to have any effect. But they are an important part of one's identity and sense of self. However, the ink is also dangerous if mishandled, as any character that comes into direct contact with the primordial ink runs the risk of blotting a part of their story. The order that is harvesting the ink from the Inkwell are known as the Whitehands — named for their all white clothing. In order to prevent a serious staining by the ink, they wear all white so as to notice the stains quickly. Additionally, they are all light or paled skinned and have hair colors that are bright, all to detect and spot any stains if they have any. This of course had caused a divide and prejudice by the Whitehands against other groups of people that did not fit into the requirements, while others have viewed the dark skinned people as blessed by the ink and the narritive. But that is a story for another time. Inkblight can cause narritive gaps in their story, which if severe enough can result in the lose of memory, confusion, losing parts of one's identity, and the loss of the self. This is not an uncommon condition among the Whitehands, and one or two can be spotted in any group. Those that have learned how to handle, use, and apply the ink safely are known as Scribes, with a large group of them known as the Order of Scribes. The scribes are professionals who are capable of reading a story of something directly and apply the ink at the right layers without causing more damage. They are the ones most capable of treating Inkblight, changing details in a story, or creating a new one. The scribes restore stained stories by relying on previous records of their story and being, retellings of their story, in order to fill or add to the lacunae properly. Scribes have to make sure their work does not cause more narritive gaps in the story either, as it can again cause some confusion, sometimes forced to add details about their own connection to how the restoration was done to create coherence in the story. But, it's not a perfect solution. Their restoration cannot restore what was implied or unsaid between the lines. They cannot restore any information that wasn't told in their story or mentioned. Not all details about someone are said outright, but are infered. Not all moments about their lives are recorded, and only portions of them is, whatever was necessary for the Narrative of the story. The worse the staining and the Inkblight, the harder it is to restore it to what it was before. Unfortunately, some stories are too ruined to be restored in the same way. And such cases, eventually, a scribe isn't restoring a person anymore. They use records, testimony, journals, legends, and surviving passages to write a story about someone who should plausibly be that person. They become constructed from the story of themselves rather than the self that produced their story. Such people are referred by scribes as Textbound — somebody restored so extensively that they can no longer meaningfully exist beyond their documented narrative. Their personality, memories, and identity are largely reconstructed from surviving text and testimony. They are bound to what was written about them.'
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Primordial Ink and the Inkblight

narillia
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Arte de IA 'Noir City - The Black Book' com descrição do usuário '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
11
Arte de IA 'Fallout 69, Episode 6' com descrição do usuário 'S01E06. RadAway anyone? Or Rad-X? 💙☢️☣️ Please help! 🙏 Riley got into real trouble this time. Glowing now like those f*cking ghouls! Ghouls, who have absorbed radiation and emit a green glow 😏'
8

Fallout 69, Episode 6

peterco
Arte de IA

Sem título

elric7472
Arte de IA 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.4: The Chang Case Part 5' com descrição do usuário 'Case File 2.4: The Chang Case Part 5 Classified: For Official Use Only Note: For Full experience playback this File: https://youtu.be/5dNP-a-XXx0?si=pyc3EIw8yG8XyEEX There’s the alley—I have to hurry; if Amber is really going after Irene, every second counts. Back on the street: God, Irene... where’s my phone? I... I need to call Sylia. My fingers are still shaking; I can't manage to dial her number. I use the voice command to start the call. It rings, and what feels like an eternity later, Sylia answers. Linna: Sylia, I urgently need help... Sylia: Linna, catch your breath first. What happened? Are you okay? Linna: No, the Boomer bodyguard shot at me and is now going after Irene. Sylia: LINNA! Are you hurt? Linna: No, just a graze. Please, you have to send Priss to me right away. Nene needs to track my smartphone so Priss knows where to go. I’m switching to my earpiece. Sylia: Okay. I’ll contact Priss immediately. I rush from the sofa into the study; the holographic interfaces spring to life. A password prompt lights up on one of them. Sylia: Knights Errant. Establish contact with Priss and Nene immediately. The system pings in confirmation, and two windows open. Sylia: Priss, Nene—we have an emergency. Linna has been shot, and Irene’s life is in danger. Nene, track Linna’s smartphone and relay the coordinates to Priss. Priss: Understood. I’m getting ready for deployment. Nene: On it. A third window opens, and Linna joins the call. Linna: I’m chasing her on foot! Priss, you have to hurry—it’s the Boomer bodyguard from the Genom building. It’s a matter of life and death! Priss: I’m already on my way. Nene, the coordinates! Nene: Sending them now; they should appear on your interface any second. Meanwhile, in the side alley: A lovely evening. I hope Linna gets home safely. What is that sound? A clacking noise like high heels—but who would walk through this alley in high heels? I turn around and freeze; it’s *her*. The laughter on her face comes straight from hell. Screams escape me and tears stream down my face as I run away from her. The clacking of her shoes grows louder; she’s chasing me. I... I... I’m panicking, I can’t breathe... I stumble and fall to the ground. Panic completely takes hold of me; desperately, I roll onto my back. Too late—she’s already over me... In another alleyway: That scream—that was Irene’s voice... Damn it... Hana: This is Detective Amano; I need immediate backup at my coordinates! A Boomer attack! I repeat, a Boomer attack! I draw my weapon. Please hang in there, Irene. At the AD Police Tower: Nene: Linna, Detective Amano is near you; she just called for backup. Linna: God, that can't be... A scream blares from the speakers. Linna: Priss! For the love of God, hurry! Priss: I’ll be there in two minutes! Back in the alleyway: Just around the corner now. I ready myself to fire instantly, then round the bend. The sight before me makes my blood run cold. Irene lies lifeless on her back; her eyes are vacant. Amber is covered head to toe in her blood. Her gaze holds absolute madness. Linna comes running from another alley; she freezes in her tracks and claps a hand over her mouth. Amber: Excellent—you’re coming to me. That saves me the trouble. Hana: Linna, take cover—now! I whip my weapon up and fire! The bullets ricochet off her skull. Damn... My eyes land on something approaching from behind Amber. A figure in a blue power suit? It’s closing in at incredible speed. A metallic sound rings out every time its foot hits the ground. Without slowing down, it attacks Amber and hurls her to the ground. ???: I'm gonna finish you off, bitch! You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished.'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.4: The Chang Case Part 5

gildenstein
22
Arte de IA '🌸 Interesting seated pose sketches' com descrição do usuário 'When I come across a pose that really catches my eye — something remarkable and incredibly sexy — I’ll draw it multiple times, almost obsessively, trying to get the absolute best version possible... or until I’ve perfected it 😏'
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🌸 Interesting seated pose sketches

peterco
14
Arte de IA 'Fallout 69, Episode 2' com descrição do usuário 'S01E02. No, rats are not the meat 💙☢️☣️ But Riley will soon meet meat in the next episode 😏'
8

Fallout 69, Episode 2

peterco
5
Arte de IA 'Happy 500 Followers my Friend 🥳' com descrição do usuário 'Wow, I can't believe how lucky I was to win this diamond. What should I do with it? I'll go shopping—that's it. I stroll through the market and the shopping streets; it’s so different here compared to Mega Tokyo—no violence or crime, and people live together peacefully. I’m so glad Ankha invited me to her hometown. Oh, what’s that? An Ankha costume? I have to have it; it’ll be fun if we walk around in matching outfits. I go into the shop and trade the diamond for the outfit. It fits perfectly; I look so cute in it—almost like her. The shopkeeper was even nice enough to paint my skin to match hers, even though he kept staring at my boobs the whole time... Oh well. Now, I’d better hurry back to Ankha; I’m so excited to see what she says. I think I need to go down that alley up ahead—if I’m not mistaken. This city is so big, and the streets are so winding. It wouldn't surprise me if I got lost. Oh, what a cute dog; it comes closer and lets me pet it for a moment before moving on. Maybe I should get one myself when I’m back in Mega Tokyo. Lost in thought, I stroll further down the alley and realize too late that I’m tripping over my own feet. I try to grab onto something; I manage to get a hold of something, but it doesn't offer any support. I fall to the ground and... something... slides past my lips and deep into my throat. Dazed, I feel it pulsing in my throat as a hot liquid pours into me. When I open my eyes, I see a young blond man with his cock buried deep inside me—right to the hilt. My hands are on his pants. ???: What... the... hell was... that? That was just like Tamaki’s "Lucky Loot" from *Fire Force*. You tripped, pulled my pants down in the process, and landed with your mouth right on my... He stammers, breathing heavily. What on earth just happened here? Wait... I won't pretend that doesn't turn me on. Slowly, I pull his cock out of my mouth and swallow his cum. Delicious... His face looks familiar—where have I seen it before? Then it clicks. Akiko: It’s you, isn't it? That guy @terror2 from Betterwaifu? Right? Didn't you just hit the 500-follower mark? Terror2: Uh, yeah, that's right... Akiko: Really? Oh man, I can't believe it—first Annie, and now him. I’m grinning from ear to ear, and my pussy is so wet I can't help but want him right here, right now... Terror2: Wait, you know Annie? He doesn't get any further before I pounce on him, knock him to the ground, and guide his hard cock into my dripping pussy. God, I haven't had this in so long... Visibly surprised, he moans—which triggers an orgasm for me. I love it when they moan. His hands find my ass, and he thrusts hard inside me. This vacation just keeps getting better. His stamina is impressive, and his throbbing cock sends me soaring to new heights of ecstasy. We both climax at the same time. He slowly pulls out, stands up, and helps me to my feet. Then he puts his pants back on and hands me a tissue. Terror2: Here, so you can clean yourself up. I'm still not sure what just happened here... but it looks like you had fun. Akiko: You could say that. I grin at him. He still looks a bit confused. Terror2: What's your name, by the way? Akiko: I'm Akiko. Terror2: You mean Gildenstein Akiko? Akiko: You know him? It's a small world. But I have to get going now—Ankha is already waiting for me, and I can't wait to tell her about this. Terror2: Wait, you know Ankha too? Akiko: Yeah, take care. I grin at him again over my shoulder and head off. Terror2: Oh, that can't be true... if any of them let something slip to Arazni, I'm done for...'
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Happy 500 Followers my Friend 🥳

gildenstein
18
Arte de IA
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Sem título

ririfake
2
Arte de IA "Poker"
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Poker

miomio123
Arte de IA 'Fallout 69, Episode 8' com descrição do usuário 'S01E08. No pregnancy and less radioactive 💙☢️☣️ Riley somehow managed to flush most of the radioactivity out of her pussy. The rest will be removed by meds in a nearby town 😏 It's also time to get some serious sleep 😴'
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Fallout 69, Episode 8

peterco
5
Arte de IA "A Study In Asses: Painterly"
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A Study In Asses: Painterly

dreamerofdreams
10
Arte de IA 'Chapter #03 THE MANSION OF FETISHES. Part 3.' com descrição do usuário 'Neli, went to check the parde outside and the surroundings, since she left the farmhouse several ghosts wanted her, that's when she was careless they knocked her out and began to rub on her, they are obsessed with her thighs, rumors say that these ghosts used to come to this mansion when they were alive and they made the craziest fisetas of all. Thanks for reading, I hope you like it.'
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Chapter #03 THE MANSION OF FETISHES. Part 3.

crow-7w7
4