#Alien ai Woman

[blademort88]

Alien en glamour

[sandimexicola]

Exploring

Prom: translucent bioluminescent zodiac of extraterrestrial galactic herbivores

[theskoomacat]

M*uthwashing was good, the only things i didn't enjoy lie in the area of writing (but so do some things i enjoyed the most!) - but I expected more from it? kinda?

[nami1990]

Ein so schönes Bild von einem wunderschönen Alien. Ich liebe es so sehr.

[liquidstar]

to be honest wonder egg and to your eternity kind of have the same issue of “throwing too much unnecessary contrived bullshit in the story to spice things up that actually ends up detracting from what made the concept good to begin with”

[woman-with-a-movie-camera]

Love Exposure (2008) /  Ai no mukidashi

[wakaanbaby]

AI images made from some of my rave looks really capture the vibe I try to put off ✨🌸

[depresseddemon69]

First time writing about a lesbian couple so

Part: 1/??

Short story based on AI art I generated.

Anuka ↑ ↑ Serenity

Serenity: I need to meet up with the other troops. We need to do a final sweep of the ship before we can depart.

Anuka: I know I just…

Serenity: It's not fair but there is nothing I can do about it. I have been drafted. If I don't go then we will both be dismantled by the government.

Anuka: Will I ever see you again?

Serenity: I don't know my love but I'll do everything in my power to stop that from happening.

Serenity, cradled the brunette's cheek as she leaned in for a kiss. The world felt as if it was at a stand still. As they both desperately clung onto the fading moment. It wasn't a frantic or lustful kiss, but one that was gentle. With each kiss their passion lingered on one another's lips.

A shout of her name started them both. Serenity silently cursed, she was going to be late to duty. . . Again. She quickly gave Anuka one last hug before running down the hall in the direction of the launch pad.

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Might continue it idk depends what you guys think. Comment if you want more of this couple.

[lordofwought]

“Beautiful Alien Queen.”

Made by Magic Avatars

[stablepics]

I'd prefer more modern aliens looked horrifying. I would def change the lips to look less human but eh

[sandimexicola]

Ticked off alien freakazoid.

[ourrobotculture]

The Ethereal Traveler

In the vast expanse of the cosmos, where stars danced and galaxies twirled, there existed a celestial traveler named Zara. Zara was not like other extraterrestrial beings—no, she was different. Her translucent wings shimmered with iridescent hues, and her eyes held the secrets of a thousand constellations. She hailed from a distant nebula, where kindness and joy were the currency of existence.

One fateful day, as Zara navigated her cosmic vessel, a glitch in the interstellar coordinates sent her hurtling toward an insignificant blue-green planet. Earth. The name echoed through her mind as she descended, her ship’s hull glowing with anticipation. She had heard tales of this place—a world teeming with life, both beautiful and chaotic.

As her spacecraft breached Earth’s atmosphere, Zara glimpsed the vibrant tapestry below. Forests stretched like emerald blankets, rivers snaked through valleys, and cities pulsed with energy. But it was the inhabitants that fascinated her—the humans. Their lives were brief, yet they clung to hope, love, and laughter. Zara longed to understand their existence.

She materialized in a sunflower field, her translucent form blending seamlessly with the petals. A curious farmer named Samuel stumbled upon her, his eyes widening in awe. Zara smiled, her energy resonating with his. Samuel, a man of simple dreams, offered her a sunflower, and she accepted it with grace.

“Who are you?” Samuel asked, his voice trembling.

“I am Zara,” she replied, her words a gentle breeze. “An ethereal traveler.”

Samuel invited her to his humble farmhouse, where they shared stories beneath the moonlight. Zara learned of human struggles—their wars, their heartaches, and their fleeting moments of joy. She marveled at their resilience, their capacity for love despite the brevity of their lives.

Days turned into weeks, and Zara explored Earth. She danced with children in meadows, whispered encouragement to artists, and healed wounded animals with her touch. Her laughter echoed through bustling markets, and her kindness left ripples in the fabric of reality.

Yet, as she witnessed humanity’s complexities, doubt crept into her heart. Earth was a paradox—a place of both beauty and suffering. Zara wondered if her presence disrupted their fragile balance. She observed the scars etched into their souls—the wars, the greed, the loneliness—and questioned her purpose.

One evening, atop a cliff overlooking the ocean, Zara confided in the crashing waves. “Perhaps I should leave,” she murmured. “My joy feels like a cruel jest amidst their pain.”

But the ocean whispered back, “Your light is a beacon, Zara. Even in darkness, it guides lost souls.”

She pondered this, torn between her celestial duty and her newfound empathy. Then, she met Maya—an elderly woman with silver hair and eyes like ancient galaxies. Maya had lost her family, yet her spirit remained unbroken. They sat on a park bench, watching children play.

“Why did you come here?” Maya asked, her voice soft.

“To learn,” Zara replied. “To understand love and sorrow.”

Maya smiled. “You’ve already learned much, dear one. But remember, joy is a gift—even when it hurts.”

As seasons changed, Zara’s wings grew heavier. She watched lovers part, witnessed tears at gravesides, and felt the weight of human existence. Her once-boundless joy dimmed, replaced by a bittersweet ache.

One night, beneath a star-studded sky, Zara stood at the edge of her ship. Samuel, now an old man, approached her. “Will you stay?” he asked.

Zara gazed at Earth—the planet that had both enchanted and wounded her. “I regret stopping,” she confessed. “But I’ll leave a trace of stardust behind.”

And so, with tearful eyes, she soared back into the cosmos, leaving behind whispers of kindness and echoes of laughter. Earth continued its dance, unaware of the ethereal alien who had touched its soul.

And in the hearts of those who remembered her, Zara’s light remained—a reminder that even in regret, there was beauty.

Note: The Ethereal Alien’s tale lives on, whispered among stardust and sunflowers, a cosmic secret shared by those who believe in magic. 🌟🌻

[frozen-banana-guacamole]

Beware alien women...

[lordorlock]

Thinking about posting a ton of my A.I "art" shhh it's actually smut 🤔🫣🤫