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AI art 'Nami Cosplay'

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Nami Cosplay

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AI art "Summoning"

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Summoning

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AI art 'Frieren has 1000 years of experience' with user description 'I see so many good close-up for @blackhairedstudent that i had to try one too.

STILL DON'T KNOW HOW YOU PLAY WITH LIGHTING LIKE THAT
but it's fine i kinda enjoy the results, especially this first shot

Enjoy guys'

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Frieren has 1000 years of experience

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AI art 'TCG Madness 🃏✨' with user description 'Some cards are made to be played.
Some are made to be collected, admired and maybe stared at for a little too long. 😏

Inspired by @azariel and his awesome TCG idea.
Special shoutout to @ririfake for adding even more card fever to the madness. 🖤✨

@octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @bad77 @a_casual_prompter @parda @terror2 @hollenwulf @varcolac @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @saltymajor778 @zesoul'

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TCG Madness 🃏✨

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AI art "Mona ass shoots"

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Mona ass shoots

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AI art "More of my girls doing D&D things 2"

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More of my girls doing D&D things 2

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AI art 'Rianne' with user description 'When an enemy appears who can be defeated by neither holy power nor demonic magic alone, Jeanne and Rias suddenly find themselves standing side by side.
Jeanne raises her sacred banner, while immense amounts of Rias’s Power of Destruction gather around her.
“Then we’ll simply unite heaven and hell.”
Holy light and deep crimson demonic energy merge — and from the two of them, Rianne is born.
In one hand, she carries Jeanne’s banner, while black and white wings spread out behind her. Her attacks combine holy energy with Rias’s destructive power: glowing red flames that do not merely burn, but utterly annihilate everything they touch.
With Jeanne’s unshakable will and Rias’s confident smile, Rianne points her banner toward the enemy.
“Whether angel or demon doesn’t matter — today, both fight on the same side.” 🔥⚜️'

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Rianne

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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 "Frieren and Maomao experimenting"

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Frieren and Maomao experimenting

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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 'Goblins enjoying Frieren' with user description 'Well to be honest with you guys if i were one of those goblins i would have taken some too 🙄'

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Goblins enjoying Frieren

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AI art 'Cata Lisa 🖼️' with user description 'Congratulations on your 4K dear @peterco , I've checked twice 😂😘💋🥳😸🥂🍾🎁🎁🎁🎁🎂🎆🎉👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻🥰

@octavian @warmicestudios @smut317 @gildenstein @casca_kirei-onna @heihund @a_casual_prompter @terror2 @zerogroupe21 @goobygubby @cro_bo @reptorn @bad77 @barry915 @candylover @ririfake @doggomage @cef_ultra'

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Cata Lisa 🖼️

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AI art "Vanessa changes your fate"

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Vanessa changes your fate

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AI art 'Farewell, my friend 🪦' with user description 'Before I start with the story, I feel like I have to get this important notice out of the way first:
⚠️ This post does not mean anyone has died in real life. It's just for funsies! ⚠️
Also, I'm sorry for using (mostly) unrelated clickbait as the thumbnail! 🙇‍♂️

— Story time —

The weather couldn’t have been more fitting.
Dark clouds blanketed the sky as rain poured down in relentless sheets, turning the cemetery paths into slick rivers of mud.
Though it was midday, the world felt trapped in cold, grim twilight.

A group dressed in black gathered around a modest tombstone.
Some leaned on one another for comfort, while others stood in rigid silence.
The heavy rain nearly drowned out the soft whimpers of a pregnant young woman wearing a black veil.
Even a few higher beings had come to mourn the loss of BetterWaifu’s greatest close-up artist.

They were saying goodbye to BlackHairedStudent.

His death was an unfortunate accident during the latest police raid on his basement—his stuffing had to be collected from throughout the entire building’s air ducts.

One lonely figure watched from afar beneath an old oak, disappointment clear on her face.
“Stupid Black,” she muttered.
“You were supposed to bring me ultimate despair.
I was a fool to think you could succeed where so many others failed.”
She turned and disappeared into the shadows.

The group lingered until a blinding flash lit up the sky, followed by roaring thunder.
A muffled sound came from the grave.
Suddenly a blue flame erupted from the soil, growing into wild cackling laughter.
Black’s ghost emerged from the flames, floating above his tombstone.

“Who gave you permission to throw such a boring funeral for me?!” he boomed with a wide grin.
“Was it you, my sweet little Nagatoro?”
She stared back in shock.
“If my funeral is going to be made into a post, it should at least feature panty shots!”
He snapped his ghostly paws.
A strong wind tore through the cemetery.
The centipede girl tried to hold her dress down in vain as it flew up.
Nagatoro didn’t even resist—the wind revealed she wore nothing underneath, exposing her pregnant belly and bare pussy.

Black’s expression softened.
“Y-you remembered our promise?”
“Of course, you stupid bear!” A tearful smile broke through her sorrow.
“I just never thought I’d have to honor it at your funeral.
How could you leave me after promising so much, you dummy?”
Black looked taken aback, then furious as his eyes landed on Terror2.
“You!! This is all your fault! You wrote me into this awkward position and how dare you use my precious Sakura as clickbait for your stupid post!”

His ghostly form lunged forward and latched onto his back.
“Feel the wrath of the dead, you backstabbing bastard!”
Blue flames erupted around them.
“Wait—what’s happening?” Black yelped.
“This power… it’s coming from your crown?! Stop! I’m in contr—”

Silence.

When I opened my eyes, I floated in an endless void.
No light, no sound—yet I could see my own body clearly.
A spotlight clicked on ahead.
Black sat there with his back turned.
“I never meant for any of this to happen,” he said quietly.
“I only wanted to create cute and sexy images of my favorite anime girls.”
He stood and turned toward me, tears streaming down his face.
“For a while everything was perfect.
I’d invite girls, pay them well, film scenes, and tease them a little.
But then I discovered the Close-up Bubble.”
A deep red glowing orb appeared in his hands, a tiny heart pulsing inside.
"It made those perfect shots effortless, but the power grew too strong.
It clouded my judgment.
I broke the rules despite the frogman’s warnings.
You know how it ended.”

His story left a lump in my throat.
“Don’t be too sad,” Black said with a weak smile.
“It was my own choice.
To prove it I’m passing the Close-up Bubble onto you now.
Be better than I was.
Don’t let it consume you.”

He pushed the bubble forward.
Immense power surged through me as it touched my chest, filling my mind with vivid close-up visions.
“Hahaha… that takes me back.”
Wings sprouted from his shoulders and he started to rise.

As I felt our time grew short, I finally managed to speak.
“Thank you for everything, Black!
I’ll never forget your sacrifices.
I promise to keep this power in check!”

“Don’t think of this as goodbye, my friend.
I’ll be watching from above—keep everyone entertained!
Please tell Nagatoro I’m sorry I couldn’t keep my promise.
Watch over her for me. She cared more than she let on.
Oh, and if you ever meet the frogman, tell him I'm sorry as well.
I'm very grateful to him for giving me a final chance."

He faded into the light as my consciousness slipped away.

“…you guys! I think he’s waking up!”
I opened my eyes to Ankha’s tear-streaked face hovering above mine.
She burst into fresh tears of relief.
“Please never scare us like that again!!”

— The End —

@blackhairedstudent, you will forever remain in our hearts. ❤️

(Also, thank you @gildenstein for letting me use Akiko even though I didn't ask. 😅)'

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Farewell, my friend 🪦

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AI art "Pokemon Easter Eggs"

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Pokemon Easter Eggs

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AI art "Fucking Final Fantasy"

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Fucking Final Fantasy

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AI art 'Dungeons & Islas' with user description 'Isla wants to try playing some DnD with friends, but she wasn't sure what class to pick. Luckily, she had a thought: "What if I cosplay some and see which feels most comfortable for me?"

In order, she tried: Barbarian, Monk, Wizard, Rogue, Paladin, Sorcerer, Druid, Bard
What did she wear best?

Its my turn to issue a challenge guys, you've bled me dry enough trying to keep up with all the tags this week!
If your OC's going to party up with Isla for some adventures, we want to see you cosplaying the class they'd pick

@peterco @goobygubby @cef_ultra @terror2 @parda @warmicestudios @octavian @hollenwulf @zuzul @artfx85'

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Dungeons & Islas

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AI art 'Storia' with user description 'From a world setting I had in mind years ago — a world based on stories. Here's a little taste of that world.'

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Storia

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AI art 'Delicious! In Dungeon (her asshole)' with user description 'Marcille should have considered not having such a delicious anus if she didn't want to get her asshole plundered. Oh well! What can you do.'

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Delicious! In Dungeon (her asshole)

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AI art 'Am i posting too much? probably yes' with user description 'Do i care? absolutely not

Enjoy'

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Am i posting too much? probably yes

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