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AI art "The Otaku's Dress-Up"

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The Otaku's Dress-Up

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AI art 'Work Adventures - Emma: Biomedical Scientist' with user description 'Testing growth; skipping the guinea pigs.'

Work Adventures - Emma: Biomedical Scientist

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AI art 'DnD Girls Night - Session 0' with user 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.

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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?"

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"I've been reading up," Isla continued, warming to it, "and I think I want to try an artificer. Like, cool potions an—"

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"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—"

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"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.

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"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.

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Isla tapped her chin, glasses catching the lamplight. "Actually," she mused, "being a dancer would be fun too."

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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?"

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"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."

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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."

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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.

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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

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Something I tried with a little inspiration from @jimbobimbo

Something I tried with a little inspiration from @jimbobimbo

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AI art 'Just a little mor fun with the glass prompt' with user description 'I have my fun with the glass prompt and there beautiful results with it that i like to share. If you like them that's ok, if not that's ok too 😋'

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Just a little mor fun with the glass prompt

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AI art 'Magic Potions (Chapter 4)' with user 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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AI art 'Evelyn' with user description 'From a little personal narrative project — Aethelgard
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This is Evelyn.
She is one of the founders of Aethelgard, and is a survivor of the World Shift. She is a brilliant alchemist and artificer, a front liner and mid-range fighter, and is a capable warlock who can use infernal and abyssal magic (though she seldom does). She is 128 years old, and has been a close friend and ally of the First Witch from even before the World Shift. That's right. She too lived through the end of the world and lived to tell the tale (though there's hardly ever a need to do so).
Most people in Aethelgard simply know her as Evelyn, but when humanity was still fighting back against demons and monsters, she was known by another name — The Warlock. She armed the people with weapons and armor in their fight, and taught them how to make them. She is a pioneer of alchemy in the new world post-shift. She also someone who supported Ray throughout the years, even when sometimes it was to hard to do so. She knew if she did not, Ray would still do what she believed necessary, even at the cost of her own life. Evelyn made sure it never truly came to that.

She is a capable woman who has left her mark in the new history. But much like Ray, she saw a lot, experienced a lot. One can usually tell if someone is from that generation. There's a sort of weariness that suffuses their being. Her body covered in many scars she has gained over the year. One could mistake it for the marks of her long fight — it would surprise many to know that most of her scars she got in a single night, during a blasphemous union. One she would not share. No wonder she smokes.

But there was once a time where she wasn't who she is now. 100 years ago, when modern-day society still thrived. She was an outgoing woman who enjoyed the night life. She was also a chemist and an engineer. Evelyn and Ray still wonder how they ended up as friends at times.
She still reminisces about those days, and still remembers what came after...

The ruins of the old world still stand, a monument of a bygone era, beneath a wounded sky.'

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Evelyn

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AI art "Glass Challenge: Leftovers"

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Glass Challenge: Leftovers

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AI art "@Cro_bo's challenge - D&D party"

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@Cro_bo's challenge - D&D party

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AI art 'Fun with Potions (Chapter 5.5)' with user description 'Apparently Ankha and Tara really enjoyed the effects of Runie’s transformation potions.
They quickly made up and continued experimenting.
They even dragged Runie into the fun! 😲

This was intended as kind of a mental flex to see if I could come up with enough different transformations to fill an entire 30-image post.
This was never meant to be a full chapter in the story, so sorry if I got your hopes up. 😖
I think I did a pretty good job of making these all feel unique, though!
This post will also serve as my final post using the artstyle @waonaolmao as the basis, because it's getting auto-flagged way too often for my liking. 😅

I’d like to thank @usagi77 once more for letting me work with his OC Runie!
This post wouldn’t have been possible without her involvement!

Also, @zesoul, I finally get to show you the Jiangshi I made!
I hope you like her!

The next part in Ankha and Tara’s story will be a full chapter again!'

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Fun with Potions (Chapter 5.5)

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AI art 'Miler's Potion Adventure: Part 3' with user description 'There's still a bit left, but I'm going to take a break because my subscription is about to expire. Thanks, and see you soon.'

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Miler's Potion Adventure: Part 3

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AI art '"Miler" provisional. parte 1.' with user description '!!Miler!! is his provisional name, I couldn't think of a good one, if anyone has a suggestion I will listen I read the comments.'

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"Miler" provisional. parte 1.

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AI art "T Virus removal"

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T Virus removal

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AI art "Wendy gets ready for Halloween"

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Wendy gets ready for Halloween

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AI art 'Miler Potion Adventure: Part 2'

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Miler Potion Adventure: Part 2

AI art 'Blowing off steam - The Legend of Dalia' with user description 'After two long weeks of hard travel across the scorching Desert of Anima, Dalia and Athena finally arrived at the sprawling city of Nightvale.

The moment they passed through the gates, Dalia’s sharp eyes spotted a curious little magic shop tucked between two larger buildings. “I want to check in there,” she said. “There might be records or rumors about the other Vicars.”

Athena rolled her shoulders, her massive breasts straining against white lace. “Go ahead. I need to blow off some steam. I’ll be at the tavern.”

They split up. Athena had barely sat down before she started drawing every eye in the place. The muscular, busty was impossible to ignore with both her body, rowdy demeaner and drinking ability. An older, burly blacksmith named Jace approached her with clear hunger in his eyes.

Inside the dimly lit magic shop, Dalia approached the counter where a stunning mage with an absurdly large, heart-shaped ass stood organizing glowing crystals. Her name was Madeline.

“Excuse me,” Dalia said politely. “I’m looking for information about the Vicars.”

Madeline let out a soft laugh. “The Vicars? Those are just old children’s stories, sweetie. Ancient legends.”

Dalia smiled confidently as she skimmed through a spell book. “They’re not myths. Two of them exist right now.” She let a small pulse of her Pleasure Vicar aura radiate outward. “And I am one of them.”

Madeline’s eyes widened with sudden fascination. “Wait… you’re serious?” She leaned in, her massive ass jiggling slightly. “You have to tell me more. Bring your friend and meet me at my wizard tower tonight. Top floor of the Silver Spire.”

Meanwhile, at the rowdy tavern, Athena and Jace retired to a cozy whore room where she let Jace suck her tits while she stroked him to get his cock ready. Soon, Jace was underneath her, groaning loudly as Athena rode him hard in cowgirl position, her powerful thighs flexing as she slammed down on his cock. She then switched to Amazon position — planting her feet on either side of him and squatting aggressively, fucking him senseless until the older blacksmith cried out and pumped her full of cum.

By the time Dalia arrived an hour later to fetch her, the scene was glorious chaos. Half the men in the tavern had already been serviced. Several were slumped in chairs with blissed-out expressions, their cocks spent after receiving sloppy titjobs, blowjobs, or having their loads drained between Athena’s enormous breasts.

Dalia stood in the doorway watching the debauchery with an amused smile.

Athena gave Dalia a satisfied grin as cum rained on her from every direction. "I could get used to adventuring with you, Dalia!"

Dalia just shrugged and laughed. “I guess a break was in order. You look like you had fun.”

Athena wiped strands of cum from her breast and smirked. “Very necessary. I’m recharged now.”

The two Vicars shared a laugh as the tavern patrons stared in awe at the pair of legendary beauties. The two of them left the tavern together, heading toward Madeline’s wizard tower with the promise of new answers… and possibly more trouble.

@warmicestudios @peterco @gildenstein @cef_ultra @reptorn @terror2 @barry915 @casca_kirei-onna @onlyyouprod, @smut317 @parda, @bad77 @kendarfulgrim @murcie, @a_casual_prompter, @zesoul, @ririfake, @zerogroupe21 @dreamerofdreams'

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Blowing off steam - The Legend of Dalia

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AI art 'Frieren Tries New Potions With Himmel' with user description 'Sorry for being gone for so long, the Twitter/X is popping off and I need to be more consistent just running out of ideas and I don’t like repeating characters often so I’ll be trying to see what I can come up with.

If anyone has suggestions please let me know.'

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Frieren Tries New Potions With Himmel

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AI art 'Liquid Temptation 💧🖤' with user description 'Slime queens on flowing thrones, translucent, neon puddles, living armor, merging lovers and soft tendrils that always seemed to know exactly where they were needed. 😏

@peterco @octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul @azariel @ririfake @poly7 @narillia @artfx85 @murcie @doggomage'

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Liquid Temptation 💧🖤

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AI art "Purple Alien Scientist"

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Purple Alien Scientist