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Arte de IA 'Rin Toesaka'
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Rin Toesaka

a_casual_prompter
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iiyama6122
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Arte de IA 'Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.7: The Chang Case Part 8' com descrição do usuário 'Case File 2.7: The Chang Case Part 8 Classified: For Official Use Only Three weeks have passed since Irene's death. A lot has happened since then. Last week, a military Boomer went berserk; there were many casualties—both among the AD Police and the civilian population. Mason—that slick, smooth-talking asshole! He covered his tracks too well; I can't pin anything on him—not the body of the man who tortured me, the lab explosion, the contract killing of Irene, or the Boomer attack... yet I know for a fact he’s behind it all. I need to take another look at the Desouses—the place Akiko and I were during the attack. The owner... I’ve seen her before, but where? The alarm I set for 6 AM reminds me that I don't have much time left before the night shift hands over to the day shift. I stare into the open locker in front of me... there it hangs... my stomach turns... I haven't worn it since... my arms and hands ache... as it all plays out again in my mind's eye... the broken bones... the amputation... my heart starts racing, and I feel like I can't breathe. I force myself to use the meditation technique Akiko taught me and calm down. I have to face this; I won't let it control me. So, I stand up and take the black uniform out of the locker. After a few minutes, I have it on, even though it took a great deal of effort to bring myself to do it. I stride through the empty corridors toward my office; I want to review the data again before the meeting the Chief has scheduled begins. At this hour, I don't have to worry about anyone seeing me. Lost in thought, I search for the connection—the single detail that ties everything together. I don't notice my office door opening until an officer walks in. It’s Officer Romanova. Nene: Good morning, Detective. I’m here to... She breaks off mid-sentence as she seems to recognize my uniform. Shock is written all over her face. The existence of the special unit is an open secret, but usually, no one knows who belongs to it. I can practically see the lump forming in her throat. Nene: I... I... She just stammers incoherently. Hana: Officer Romanova, you’re here quite early. When does your shift start? 8 AM? That’s an hour and a half away. Nene: Le... on... I mean, Detective McNichol... asked me to look into something. Hana: And that would be? Nene: Uh... I’m supposed to look for connections between the victims of the lab explosion... and other crimes... Connections between the explosion victims and other crimes? Hana: How exactly does that lead to me? Nene: Roy Chang. I wanted to look at the evidence in his murdered wife's case, but I was told the evidence was under seal because a piece was missing. The realization hits me like a slap in the face. Irene’s husband was among the victims. Hana: Listen—Nene, that’s your name, right? Tell Leon to let it go. Irene wasn’t what she seemed; she was the daughter of a Triad family. Nene: Are you sure about that? Hana: Absolutely. And it won’t end well if he keeps digging into this. Now go. I have a meeting to get too. Nene: Okay, thanks. I nod in acknowledgment and watch her leave. I wait a few more minutes before heading out myself. I need to be more careful; she caught me off guard, and that can’t happen again. This time, I make sure the hallway is empty before heading to the meeting room. I’m not the last one there—the Chief is still missing—but the others are already waiting for me. Parda, our sniper, is sitting on one of the tables, along with the twins—Warm and Ice—our heavy weapons specialists. Then there’s Terror2, the explosives expert, and Gildenstein, the pilot and hacker. Together we are the AD Polices Shadow Squad. Linna is sitting on her sofa, lost in thought, when the doorbell rings. She finds nothing at the door but a letter with no return address. She picks it up and goes back inside. The letter contains a personal message and something else—something falls out of the envelope onto the table. Linna: That’s Irene’s wedding ring? You reached the end of this file. Don't forget to close it if you are finished. This is the end of File 2, the Story will continue in File 3: The Shadow Squad @warmicestudios @ririfake @reptorn @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @artfx85 @a_casual_prompter @peterco @smut317'
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Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.7: The Chang Case Part 8

gildenstein
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Arte de IA 'New Anima Model ain't Bad🤔' com descrição do usuário 'Just decided to do some reruns of some prompts I've done in the past 🙌'
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New Anima Model ain't Bad🤔

a_casual_prompter
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Arte de IA "...Belly dancing scorpion girl anyone?"
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...Belly dancing scorpion girl anyone?

zesoul
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Arte de IA "Color test, heart queen"
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Color test, heart queen

ririfake
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Arte de IA "1500!? Anya's morning routine"
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1500!? Anya's morning routine

zesoul
Arte de IA "Anal plug"
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Anal plug

jlixard
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Arte de IA "Birthstones"
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Birthstones

thoughtzi
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Arte de IA "Eeveeloutions"
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Eeveeloutions

larrrryy
Arte de IA 'Seven Deadly Sins' com descrição do usuário 'Pride, Lust, Greed, Envy, Gluttony, Sloth, Wrath. Best that came out - i tried 😅'
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Seven Deadly Sins

iiyama6122
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Arte de IA '無題'
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無題

mineasahi
Arte de IA 'Echora – The Tenth Soul' com descrição do usuário 'Echora was never born. She came into being at the very moment Seraphine’s forbidden ritual failed. As the nine resonance crystals shattered, a tenth crystal gathered the lost memories, suppressed emotions, and magical remnants of the ritual. For centuries, it lay hidden in the depths of the destroyed Sky Palace. Slowly, a consciousness developed within it. This new being could perceive the memories of other souls without having a past of its own. It knew love, grief, joy, and longing—but only through the experiences of others. When the crystal finally shattered, the being created a body for itself. Echora awoke. She looked like a beautiful adult woman whose skin was crisscrossed with fine crystalline cracks. Black obsidian structures formed her clothing, and nine gemstones of different colors floated around her body. But her perfect outward appearance could not hide the fact that something was missing. A soul of her own—one that was permanent. Echora discovered that by absorbing resonance energy, she could feel genuine emotions for a short time. The more crystals she absorbed, the longer these feelings lasted. Thus, her longing for a life of her own developed into a dangerous craving. When she learned of the nine companions and their Pokémon resonances, she recognized in them the possible key to her completion. Ever since then, she has been manipulating Seraphine from the shadows, making her collect the crystals for her. Echora doesn’t simply want to destroy the world. She wants to finally understand what it feels like to live, to be loved, and to make her own decisions. But to do so, she is willing to devour eighteen souls. Her motivation: To attain a complete soul and genuine human emotions. Her powers: Absorbing resonance energy, copying others’ abilities, manipulating crystals, and creating soul reflections. Her greatest weakness: She understands emotions only through the memories of others. Her own identity is still incomplete. @mikunakano07 @peterco @azariel @heihund @gildenstein @reptorn'

Echora – The Tenth Soul

ninonakano
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ririfake
Arte de IA
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apoloch33
Arte de IA "Princess carry"
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Princess carry

ririfake
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Arte de IA 'Dark Elf on a throne' com descrição do usuário 'The throne room was silent except for the faint crackle of violet flames burning within iron braziers. Upon an obsidian throne sat the Dark Elf Queen. She appeared carved from moonlight and shadow, her midnight skin contrasting against the silver filigree woven through her regal attire. A crown of black crystal rested upon her brow, while long white hair cascaded over her shoulders like flowing silk. She ruled without raising her voice. She never needed to. Nobles, warriors, and sorcerers alike stood in respectful silence as she surveyed her court. Her crimson eyes moved slowly across the gathered crowd, confident and unreadable. Yet there was something dangerous beneath her elegance. A subtle smile. A knowing glance. The effortless way she rested her chin against one hand while listening to those who sought her favor. Many had crossed oceans hoping to gain an audience with her. Few left unchanged. The queen possessed a rare gift. She understood people completely. Ambition, desire, fear, pride—she saw them all with a single look. Some found the experience unsettling. Others found it intoxicating. A visiting prince approached the throne, prepared to negotiate an alliance between their kingdoms. The speech he had rehearsed for weeks vanished from his mind the moment she focused her attention upon him. The queen smiled. Not mockingly. Amused. "You've traveled very far," she said. Her voice was smooth as velvet, carrying easily throughout the chamber. The prince managed a nod. "I have, Your Majesty." "And yet," she replied, leaning forward slightly, "you seem to have forgotten what you wished to say." Soft laughter echoed among the court. The prince felt his face warm. The queen's smile widened only slightly. She had defeated armies, outwitted rival monarchs, and commanded ancient magic older than most civilizations. Yet her greatest weapon remained her presence. She never demanded attention. She simply possessed it. As the evening continued, diplomats, nobles, and generals found themselves drawn toward her throne. Some sought wisdom. Others sought influence. Many simply wished to remain in her orbit a little longer. The Dark Elf Queen welcomed them all with the same poised confidence. Elegant. Mysterious. Unreachable. And perhaps that was what made her so captivating. For beneath the crown and power, behind every smile and measured word, lingered the promise of secrets that only the worthy would ever discover.'
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Dark Elf on a throne

user_3_10
Arte de IA "Angel"
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Angel

ririfake
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Arte de IA
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iiyama6122
Arte de IA
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ririfake