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AI art 'Hoodies' with user description 'Some people wear hoodies because they're comfortable. Some people wear hoodies because they're cozy. And some people somehow turn an oversized hoodie into an entire personality. @octavian @peterco @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @cef_ultra @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2'
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Hoodies

reptorn
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AI art '🚇 Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 7-10' with user description 'We last saw Lyra, a blue-haired emo girl, who never wears panties, before Christmas. It was so long ago that many of you weren't even born yet... here on BW 😆 I never finished her story though. Maybe now is the right time to do it, as my contribution to the "Alter Ego" Challenge 😏 (And I have no credits to generate anything new 🙈) @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @parda @cro_bo @terror2 @barry915 @bad77 @thoughtzi @candylover @gildenstein @reptorn @artfx85 @kendarfulgrim @doggomage @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @ririfake @casca_kirei-onna @a_casual_prompter So... At the next interchange, Lyra rises with the crowd and slips out just before the doors close behind her. She changes lines. Onto an older branch of the subway, where the stations are smaller, the lights dimmer, and the trains rattle through tunnels that seem to belong to another age. Twenty minutes later, she emerges onto a quiet dark street. Night has settled over the city. Lyra walks three blocks beneath flickering streetlamps until she reaches an old apartment building squeezed between two newer towers. Its stone façade is stained by decades of rain, its entrance narrow and unremarkable. She pushes through the heavy door and crosses the deserted lobby, presses the highest button... The elevator groans upward. Four. Seven. Ten. Twelve. With every floor, something in her changes. The shy girl who spent the afternoon avoiding people's gazes seems to disappear somewhere between the floors. Ding. The elevator stops. Lyra steps into a narrow service corridor, climbs the final flight of stairs, and pushes open a steel door. Cold night air rushes toward her. The rooftop stretches beneath a black sky, surrounded by a glittering wilderness of windows, antennas and distant neon. Far below, traffic flows through the streets like rivers of red and white light. Lyra walks toward the little maintenance shed beside the elevator machinery. Hidden behind a loose panel is a narrow metal case. She opens it. Black fabric. Gloves. A mask. Cat ears... Lyra smiles. Only slightly. A sleek black superhero outfit hugs her silhouette, practical and almost entirely matte, broken only by subtle dark-blue details that catch the city lights. Her dark-blue ponytail spills freely behind her now, dancing in the wind. She walks to the edge of the roof. The girl who couldn't look a stranger in the eye stands twelve floors above the street and calmly looks down at the entire city. A siren wails somewhere in the distance. Her eyes narrow behind the mask. By daylight, she is Lyra — the quiet emo girl in the back of the room, hood up, headphones around her neck, hoping nobody will notice her. But night belongs to someone else. Someone bolder. Someone dangerous. Lyra places one boot on the parapet. The wind catches her ponytail. A tiny grin appears on her lips. “Okay,” she whispers. Then she pulls the mask firmly into place. “Let’s see who needs me tonight.”'
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🚇 Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 7-10

peterco
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AI art '🥳 octavian's 3000 followers!' with user 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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sweetcake027
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Tanpa Judul

notforhire
AI art "Trap/Futa"
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Trap/Futa

zanbato
AI art 'Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 5' with user description 'Lyra roams empty streets, unnoticed like a shadow. She turns into a narrow alley that promises escape but narrows into a dead-end subway entrance 🚇🙂'
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Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 5

peterco
AI art 'Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 4' with user description 'Where is Lyra going now? Looks like the breeze just kicked in a little 🚇😏 Yes, she changed her outfit 🙂 Actually, it was this Friday, when I saw a girl in the black hoodie and these black thigh-high stockings with garter straps walking in front of me, no wind though 😎'
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Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 4

peterco
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ririfake
AI art "Nerd-emo'ish #1"
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Nerd-emo'ish #1

burhart
AI art 'alt'
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alt

hotgej2
AI art 'Easy Living ♥'
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Easy Living ♥

theinfamousillusionist
AI art "Bulma at sunset"

Bulma at sunset

waterbahamut
AI art 'Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 6' with user description 'Lyra slips into the subway station, weaves between the crowd like a ghost no one notices — hood up, dark blue ponytail tucked inside, eyes fixed on the floor — and boards the packed train just as the doors hiss shut. Around her, strangers sway with the motion, absorbed in phones or empty stares, none sparing her a glance. She finds one of the last empty seats near the end of the car and sinks into it, thighs pressed together under her short skirt, garter straps hidden. No one notices — no one ever does — and that’s what makes her quiet yet brazen rebellion feel so perfectly alive: the secret thrill of bare skin against the world, a private protest in a crowd that never sees her anyway. And that’s exactly how she likes it.🚇🖤'
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Lyra's Underpass Diary, Entry 6

peterco
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