
Rob your local Bank!
Theft pays, crime is awesome! Be crime, do gay! When you're badass witches with power a plenty, nobody can stop you!
Thanks to u/KatsumiAndFriends for assisting me in these devious crimes!

Theft pays, crime is awesome! Be crime, do gay! When you're badass witches with power a plenty, nobody can stop you!
Thanks to u/KatsumiAndFriends for assisting me in these devious crimes!
Meet Wally the Werewolf
"Hi everyone, I’m Cláudio Factum, a screenwriter, author, and film director based in Salvador, Bahia, Brazil.
I’ve published four books so far, and this is my second project blending comics with AI. As a huge fan of Antoine de Saint-Exupéry’s work, I decided to take a bold step: a cinematic, hyper-realistic adaptation of The Little Prince.
I handled the script adaptation, design, lighting, and cinematography, focusing on maintaining the soul of the original story while giving it a unique visual identity through AI. The results are quite stunning, with subtle refinements that I believe bring a fresh perspective to this classic.
I’d love to hear your thoughts on the visual flow and the overall atmosphere. Here is the trailer featuring animated scenes from the graphic novel!
The sky seethed in hues of fire and blood, an apocalyptic vault that swallowed the pale light of the Misty Mountains. Izz'thin stood motionless at the apex of the stone overlook, his lithe, hooded silhouette carved against the celestial chaos and the gargantuan crimson moon. Below him, rising like an obsidian claw tearing through the belly of the fog-choked valley, lay the castle Lor'har. The fortress's jagged spires and gothic arches defied the heavens, a bastion of arcane and profane magic where Kart'lah, the self-proclaimed Bearer of Power, spun the webs of her oppressive domain. It was no mere structure of stone and mortar; Lor'har was a monument to sorcerous hubris, a slumbering leviathan that exuded a palpable aura of drow peril and extraplanar horrors.
A frigid wind, as biting as the edge of a mithral dagger, swept through the gorge and brushed against the warrior's body. The chill pierced the worn fabric of his dark cloak, not to freeze him, but to rouse him from his contemplative trance. Izz'thin exhaled slowly, watching the mist dance around his supple leather boots. That icy breath was the undeniable prelude, the clarion call every veteran fighter recognizes just before the steel begins to sing. His gloved fingers, marked by calluses forged through decades of a deadly dance, tightened around the twin hilts of his swords. He knew the legends of Kart'lah—the devastating spells at her command and the abyssal monstrosities that patrolled her halls. He knew, with the deadly precision of a well-struck blow, that there, within those blackened walls, lay his doom.
Yet, hesitation was a lethal luxury Izz'thin had discarded long ago. In a fluid, instinctive motion, born of flawless muscle memory and absolute combat focus, he leaned his weight forward. The cold metal of his blades caught the sickly light of the firmament, gleaming with a reflection eager for release. He was no paladin on a quest for righteousness, but a wanderer forged in the bowels of an unforgiving world, perfectly aware that every encounter was just another roll of the dice against fate. With his eyes locked on the corrupted fortress, Izz'thin took a step toward the edge of the precipice, embracing the cruel weight of his own mortality as he marched, in absolute silence, into the heart of the storm.
Happy Explosions Day! This is how I'm spending it at the moment C:
Sending you all tons of love ❤️
Working really hard to tweak some stuff art wise, and IRL be getting BUSY! Apologies if im not as chatty as usual. Just life being busy!
With love,
~ Chrissy ~
Whenever I stop by and read comments in Anti AI subs, I always try to understand the other party's perspective on things. But usually just leave more confused and with a weird knot in my balls, as I read comments after comments seeing them bash people for using AI. But that's not why I walk away feeling weird and dazed.
It's the comments centered around harassment, and not the ones Anti's do to pro AI people, but... The comments they make saying that WE harass artists...
And that's the problem there, and why I feel weird and confused when leaving Anti spaces. They all agree on mass that we hate and down vote, and harass artists on the daily because...
They refuse to use AI. And as you can see here, this post from this sub, isn't being met with mass down votes or anger. But getting decent views and good reception. Not to mention I mod for a sub that allows both AI and non-AI work to be uploaded there, and many of the pro AI users could give a shit if the art is AI or not.
Again, I just... Don't get it? They lie so easily about stuff that's not true all just to create some... Imaginary divide. When many pro AI users don't care if the art is AI or not. Sadly when you view yourself as victim... You need a villain to justify your oppression...
Love, when cornered by absolute despair, often twists into the deadliest of curses. When madness consumed the Golden Automaton—the once-noble Prince Ghristan, now a golem of fury imprisoned in the abyss of Kaelen-Goth—Mirha refused to let her consort wander alone through eternity. She sought neither the fleeting light nor the silent peace of death; she prostrated herself before King Khallade and demanded that the same arcane, profane arts that had doomed her beloved be turned upon her. To share Ghristan's damnation, the devoted wife surrendered her flesh, her mind, and her very soul to the furnace of black sorcery, accepting to be torn apart and remade solely to exist on the same plane as the cold, metallic carcass that housed the ghost of her husband.
What emerged from that excruciating ritual was no longer a woman, but an atrocity of pale, predatory beauty, a succubus bathed in the blood of her own excised humanity. Her wings tore through her skin like jagged, crimson blades, and her muscles grew taut with the profane strength of the demons that now shared her essence. With her sword dripping the ichor of her victims and the skull of the unwary hanging from her grasp, Mirha became the embodiment of a relentless, carnal war. She was no longer a grieving consort, but an abyssal predator whose darkened eyes radiated a thirst for destruction as voracious as that of the gleaming monster she had sworn to protect.
Within the putrefying bowels of Kaelen-Goth, amidst the abominations that crawled in the shadows, the monstrous couple reigned in their lethal tragedy. Mirha patrolled the ruined halls and gray courtyards of the fortress like a vengeful angel of death, reaping the lives of foolish adventurers and mercenaries with a barbaric ferocity that mocked any notion of mercy. When the blind fury of the Golden Automaton shattered the walls in its voiceless despair, it was she who danced at his side, a storm of torn wings and stained steel, slaughtering anything that dared draw near. Together, they were a macabre ballet of cold metal and demonic flesh, orchestrating a symphony of pain in the deepest reaches of hell.
Yet, the true cruelty of the spell lay not in the woman's monstrous new form, but in the morbid silence of her mind. Centuries of carnage and the crushing weight of chaos had corroded Mirha's memories, erasing the smiles, the warmth of a bygone touch, and the very reason for her monumental sacrifice. She no longer remembered Ghristan's face before the golden mask, nor the affection that had driven her to embrace absolute darkness. All that remained inside her hollow chest was an eternal, brutal, and inexorable desire that chained her to that silent, gleaming figure. It was a fierce instinct of protection and possession, the dark and twisted shadow of a pure feeling, consecrating them forever as the forgotten protagonists of the most perverse of loves.
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‼️‼️ Here’s the first serious fan fiction about the legendary Tournament of Power. See how the cosmic protector Snapperzaff steps into the scene instead of Frieza and drastically changes the course of events. ‼️‼️
👀🪄 Read the WHAT-Snapperzaff-IF Webcomic Special for free here: https://dragonball-snapperzaff.com/whatif.php?mode=whatif&page=005 🪄👀
The story keeps going! Stay tuned to see what happens next!
Check out the official soundtrack for this WHAT-Snapperzaff-IF! 😎 Soon on Spotify, Apple, Amazon & more! ‼️
🎶🎧 Harmony Rise x Everybody 🎶🎧
English version on SUNO: https://suno.com/s/hKXddh8tYmXlGEiv
Japanese version on SUNO: https://suno.com/s/7YnzBiNW22nu4EFA