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AI 画作「Are you a guest ?」，用户描述为「Are you a guest? If so, come in and choose either the main hall or one of our rooms.」
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Are you a guest ?

valtek
17
AI 画作「The Hunger: Walpurgis Night [1 of 4]」
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The Hunger: Walpurgis Night [1 of 4]

dreamerofdreams
36
AI 画作「Veil」
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Veil

ririfake
7
AI 画作「Rias messing around」
4

Rias messing around

drmundotanks
AI 画作「More of my girls doing D&D things」
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More of my girls doing D&D things

zesoul
4
AI 画作「House of the fallen - chapter 1」，用户描述为「Sister Selina sat at the chapel praying when the skies turned red and she heard a demonic voice. "YOU PRAY TO NO ONE. IN THIS HOUSE, YOU PRAY TO ME." Her mind was invaded she fought as best she could. "What are you?" "I AM LUST AND I WILL SHOW YOU." The demon took over her mind and body. She could do nothing but give in. And give in she did as it took her body. When he was finished she stopped it. "More....I need more." Selena said. "One down...now on to the other sisters."」
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House of the fallen - chapter 1

octavian
5
AI 画作「Join the CAThedral」
11

Join the CAThedral

zuzul
7
AI 画作「👗 Ooops! Moment」，用户描述为「Another bunch of pussy peek moments... If I only worked so hard as I am productive here 😁 @zuzul @cef_ultra @octavian @warmicestudios @bad77 @parda @onlyyouprod @blackhairedstudent @dreamerofdreams @barry915 @terror2 @herlin Algorithm test results: Posts with people tagged, had impressions over a million, within hours or days: Car Girls - 1.3 million Grim Reaper Girl - 3.5 million Oops Moment - 6.6 million May the Cats Be with You - 1.6 million so far So, regular posts had impressions in the thousands, tens of thousands or hundreds of thousands. Reaching a million is not impossible, but it is much easier with people tagged in the description. Impressions do not guarantee likes though 😁」
30

👗 Ooops! Moment

peterco
43
AI 画作「My Lord」，用户描述为「Are you men of faith?」
2

My Lord

cef_ultra
7
AI 画作
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无标题

the_derp_cubed_prime
AI 画作「Farewell, my friend 🪦」，用户描述为「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. 😅)」
30

Farewell, my friend 🪦

terror2
41
AI 画作「Girls of Fire Force」
10

Girls of Fire Force

octavian
10
AI 画作「Storia」，用户描述为「From a world setting I had in mind years ago — a world based on stories. Here's a little taste of that world.」
26

Storia

narillia
26
AI 画作「😻 Meow-slim catgirls」，用户描述为「40 catgirl virgins in Paradise? 🤔 Maybe I will abandon my CATholic faith and become a MEOWslim 😻 The Purrphet has spoken 🌙😺」
16

😻 Meow-slim catgirls

peterco
3
AI 画作「House of the Fallen - Chapter 3」
18

House of the Fallen - Chapter 3

octavian
1
AI 画作

无标题

halhhh
AI 画作「Medieval roleplay」
30

Medieval roleplay

ririfake
8
AI 画作「😻 CAThedral」，用户描述为「I am not a sinner anymore! I am CATholic now! Hell yeah! As I, for no reason, continue lingering in beautiful CATalonia, I recently visited stunning CAThedral of St. CATharine. The architecture? PURRfect! Butt, under the deep impression from this sacred spot, I officially converted to CATholicism. No more heresies — just PURRe devotion, CATnip incense and dim PURRple candle light 🐱⛪ #CatPuns #CATholic #CAThedral #CATalonia」
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😻 CAThedral

peterco
6
AI 画作「Nun Fern」
5

Nun Fern

siroboker
AI 画作「Primordial Ink and the Inkblight」，用户描述为「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.」
30

Primordial Ink and the Inkblight

narillia
17