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Tác phẩm AI “100 followers milestone! Thank you all for the support! ❤️🎉✨” với mô tả “You guys are amazing! It's unbelievable! I'm so happy to see so many love the work I'm putting and showing their support! I have no words! This was only possible because of you guys! @a_casual_prompter @azariel @barry915 @beelzudude @casca_kirei-onna @cerebru @doggomage @thoughtzi @warmicestudios @wanderlike @ririfake @reptorn @parda @peterco @gildenstein @poly7 @marupisuki777zaza @necronomico @snomme @tinglingdick”
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100 followers milestone! Thank you all for the support! ❤️🎉✨

narillia
34
Tác phẩm AI “🏴‍☠️ The Great Credit Heist” với mô tả “I have enough! 🤬 After burning through all my credits like a drunken sailor on shore leave, I decided it was time for a new adventure. So I assembled the most dangerous crew of 16 hentai pirate girls the seas have ever seen. Armed with nothing but seductive smiles, skimpy outfits, and overwhelming lewd energy, they set sail to “borrow” credits from every poor soul they encounter: @octavian @warmicestudios @zuzul @cef_ultra @warmicestudios @parda @bad77 @terror2 @barry915 @blackhairedstudent @zesoul @kendarfulgrim @onlyyouprod @smut317 @gildenstein @reptorn @hollenwulf @casca_kirei-onna @zerogroupe21 Beware, mateys… the "Sirens of Solvency" have arrived to plunder your harbors! 1. Captain Scarlet "Booty" Rackham 2. Anne "Double A" Bonny 3. Black Bella Pearl 4. Red Velvet Read 5. Princess Pegleg 6. Long Jane Silver 7. Mad Moxie Sparrow 8. Isabella "Deep Throat" Drake 9. Lusty Lizzy the Lash 10. Kinky Keira Kidd 11. One-Eyed Ellie 12. Crazy Carla "Mad Moans" Morgan – Beautiful but completely unhinged 13. Naughty Nell Roberts 14. Siren Selina 15. Daisy "Titty" Jones 16. Pinkie Pearl – Sweet pink shirt, big doe eyes, suspiciously pure, until, yeah....”
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🏴‍☠️ The Great Credit Heist

peterco
34
Tác phẩm AI “Primordial Ink and the Inkblight” với mô tả “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
17
Tác phẩm AI “Mega Tokyo 2032 AD File 2.7: The Chang Case Part 8” với mô tả “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
38
Tác phẩm AI “Introducing Veronica, the cheating Housewife” với mô tả “Veronica’s life is perfect: she has a hardworking fiancé, a stunning apartment, and rare beauty. Yet, she is deeply unsatisfied. Every time her fiancé leaves for work, she turns to her neighbors to fulfill her secret desires. It is only a matter of time before she is caught—and when the truth comes out, what will she do?”
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Introducing Veronica, the cheating Housewife

classyrestrain
Tác phẩm AI “Masterful Strokes”
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Masterful Strokes

thoughtzi
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Tác phẩm AI “Princess Inspector”
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Princess Inspector

sweetcake027
Tác phẩm AI “Emma” với mô tả “Emma heads out looking for clues. Instead, finds someone....Was it him? Someone else? Guess she'll never know. Short story and character inspired by a simple question from @warmicestudios. Hey @peterco, was that you or not?”
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Emma

barry915
3
Tác phẩm AI “Aftershocks [Stardust Crossing - Episode 2]” với mô tả “Runie had spent most of her day with a growing sense of unease. Something had woken her up in the middle of the night. A voice, of some kind. She thought at first that someone was shouting outside her dorm room or worse, outside the window. But as she looked around the dark room, all was quiet. Even Gooey was sound asleep, and the little slime would jump at any little thing. To be honest, it had felt like something was wrong for a little over two weeks now. She had felt the star again that night, that strange light in the sky that felt so important though she couldn't say why. It appeared every so often, just another part of living in this weird and wonderful city. But it never felt… wrong before. That nagging feeling had kept her from focusing on her studies and that was perhaps a bigger problem than her sleep schedule. That quiz in Arcane Metallurgy wasn't going to pass itself even if she could enchant the pencil. Then the whispered voice hit her dreams like an ASMR line beamed directly into her head. There was only one thing to do at a time like this and that was call the old Andromeda High School Occult Club President, Valerie. Though, she went by a nickname these days. Sweetheart picked up before the first ring even finished. “You heard it too?” Runie paused. That confirmed her suspicions, but raised several more questions. “The voice? The other night. I can't get it out of my head, I was just about to call you about it.” “So we both heard it. Do you think everyone did or just us?,” Runie said, her voice low and trembling just a bit from her nerves. “I don't hear anyone freaking out next door, at least. Given how calm it is outside, I’d wager only some people could hear it.” Runie turned her ears to the world outside her dorm room, but the night was quiet. “Good point. Umm… what did it say to you?” Sweetheart was quiet for a moment. “It said… ‘Can you hear me?’, plain as day. You heard the same words?” Runie affirmed that she had. They went over a few more details until they were satisfied their stories aligned. It reminded Runie of their high school days, before they went off to separate colleges. “So, what do we do about it?” Sweetheart laughed softly to herself. “What else? Meet up tomorrow at the park and we start investigating. Consider the case of the Midnight Voice officially open.” +++ SC-009 watched Subject 002 pace around her bedroom on the thermal cam while her audio bug tapped the entire phone call. This was interesting. 001 and 002 knew each other. That wasn't in the briefing, which meant it was either a new development (unlikely, given the familiar tone of the call) or the briefing was missing intel. She added this development to her notes, but frowned as she wound up staring at the transcript of the call. ‘Can you hear me?’ They heard it too. The Subjects known to be under the effect of this site’s anomaly. Did that mean she was already under its spell too? She tapped her pen against the page as she mulled her options. The anxiety was still an unfamiliar feeling and it made these choices harder than they needed to be. Her training said to ask for more intel. Her operation guide said to proceed as planned and report the incident, which she still hadn't done. Because her heart was telling her she had to talk to these two. She was scheduled to watch Subject 003 tomorrow. It would have to wait, she’d be paying the park a visit. +++ SC-009 watched the two Subjects approach from the discreet location of a nearby park bench. She had extrapolated the most likely spot in the park for the two of to meet, judging by their respective routes to get here from their homes, and was pleased that she had picked a spot to stake out close enough to spot them meeting. Subject 001 and Subject 002. Or, rather, Runie Caldwell and Valerie "Sweetheart" Estarosa. In some ways, those two were where the entire investigation began. Their interaction with the wishing star was simply too big to ignore. She watched the two girls carefully from her safe distance, looking for a good opportunity to approach them without being too suspicious. The two were here to interview passerbys after all, to see if anyone else heard the strange voice. It would be best to let them start interviewing, then approach a few minutes later after they had talked to a few people. "I know why you're here~" a jubilant voice teased from behind her. SC-009 didnt jump. Her nerves were stronger than that. She turned slowly, regarding to newcomer curiously even though she already recognized the voice. Subject 005, Vega Astrid, stood behind her in her full fortune teller costume, a knowing smile on her lips and her finger raised teasingly. SC replied calmly, "Did you predict this with your gift?" Vega's smile didn't budge. "You could say that. You want to go talk to those two over there. But that wont be necessary. Because I heard the voice too, and I know what it means."”
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Aftershocks [Stardust Crossing - Episode 2]

usagi77
2
Tác phẩm AI “Diplomat”
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Diplomat

-bpm
2
Tác phẩm AI “naked library”
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naked library

shoon1234
1
Tác phẩm AI “200 @narillia” với mô tả “Congrats again @narillia 🥳”
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200 @narillia

valtek
5
Tác phẩm AI “yoshizawa kasumi-nurse”
16

yoshizawa kasumi-nurse

chris789456
Tác phẩm AI “Street inspectors”

Street inspectors

sweetcake027
Tác phẩm AI “Hermione surprised!” với mô tả “She Always study so hard, but the library sometimes Is not a safe Place for lonely girls”
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Hermione surprised!

pappina
Tác phẩm AI “New Assignment [Stardust Crossing Episode 1]” với mô tả “// MISSION BRIEFING Location: Site 117-A Timeframe: Indefinite Operation Start: 6/27/XXXX Objectives: 1. Establish visual identification of Subjects 001 - 010. 2. Log daily routines of Subjects noting any anomalous behaviors or incidents. 3. Maintain cover story (Story #6 - "Travel Vlogger") 4. Do NOT make contact with Subjects outside of necessary interactions to maintain cover story. 5. Report any anomalous incidents immediately. // END BRIEFING SC-009 carefully read the screen before her. It was the same method they always used to contact her, a sudden ping on her secured connection. The only proof that she was still needed. But this one was different. No assassination target, no secure vault to breach, no strange object to recover or creature to capture. Just a place to investigate. A recon mission, with very little strings attached. She frowned, what little displeasure she was capable of feeling exaggerated as much as possible on her face for the sake of feeling her cheek muscles move. No defined end goal. No exfill date. Just indefinite parameters. It wasnt her style. The one thing she could pride herself on was getting the job done as quickly and efficiently as possible. The listed timeframe was less an expectation and more a high score to beat. She wanted to know more but she wasnt allowed to ask questions. From the moment her terminal beeped, the mission had already begun. Her approval was nothing more than a formality. --- The briefing was as short as the e-mail. This wasnt her first assignment, and it certainly wasnt her handler's. She was handed a cover story pamphlet to study on the plane, a satchel full of low-tech gear to fit the cover story, a bodysuit, a single change of clothes (more would be acquired on site), a credit card with fake credentials attached, a key card to access the on-site facility, and a dossier of her observation targets. Then she was loaded onto a plane like any other piece of military hardware and transported to Site-117-A. 12 hours of settling in later, as she was already staking out rooftops, camera in hand, looking for any sign of her targets. No time for anything but the mission. No time, even, to consider the effects of the anamolous zone she found herself in. She carried on like this for three days. Working out of a tiny apartment, she spent every waking moment scanning the crowds for her targets. And in so doing, began to wonder why her targets were so special. There were all sorts in this city, and that was putting it mildly. On her first day, she spied a girl with a centipede tail exiting a local convenience store. Last night, she had seen a literal fairy flitting about near the edge of the woods. Just this morning, a lavender furred cat had wandered through her apartment wall like it wasnt even there and kept on going through the opposite wall. Compared to things like this, what made the college student, the race car driver, or the mechanic girl interesting enough to pick them as targets? Perhaps part of her job was to answer that very question. --- It was the night of her seventh day in the city of Stardust Crossing when everything changed. The night was particularly clear and the summer heat had waned just enough to make her bodysuit bearable. She was pearched in a tall tree near the edge of the local park, keeping an eye on the main road into the nearby suburban neighborhood. She had already clocked Subject 002 and Subject 005 as both living nearby and was looking to refine her notes on their schedules. Then, suddenly, the air shifted and the world fell quiet. The wind ceased all movement. The pedestrians seemed to find somewhere else to be. Even the animals scurried away or held still as the grave. It was like the whole world was holding its breath. She felt it then, like warm honey dripping across her mind. Four simple words whispered directly into her soul. "Can you hear me?" She hadn't realized she had closed her eyes. She opened them to see the night sky aglow with light and color. The Shimmer. She had recorded it once, on the first night she arrived, but hadn't seen it again until now. It felt so much closer now. Like it wasnt far up in the sky, but merely just above her head. Then, it was gone. An unfamiliar feeling welled up inside of her. It took her several minutes to realize it was anxiety. She wasnt supposed to be able to feel that anymore. Not after Geas Conditioning. But the whispered words had knocked something loose in the back of her mind. A rattling piece that wouldn't let her forget about it. Yes, she thought, to herself or to the voice she couldn't say. I can hear you. Sleep didnt come easy that night. She went over everything in her dossier five times over, looking for any explanation but finding none. By the time morning came, she had barely slept a wink. She was supposed to report incidents like this. But that new feeling told her that would be a bad idea.”
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New Assignment [Stardust Crossing Episode 1]

usagi77
2
Tác phẩm AI “Teacher’s Pet”
30

Teacher’s Pet

toujinator
Tác phẩm AI “The Girls Of Doggo Gulch” với mô tả “It's the Doggo Girls in an old west setting 'Singing' Gina the Sheriff 'Two Guns' Miki the Deputy 'Rowdy' Sam the Bounty Hunter Julie the Doctor and Undertaker Hana the Saloon Girl”
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The Girls Of Doggo Gulch

doggomage
9
Tác phẩm AI
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sweetcake027
Tác phẩm AI “Hard homework” với mô tả “The whole band is truggling on this one”
5

Hard homework

caccaculo