Mel sighed through her lips. Arian was uncertain if it was a tired, an exasperated or an angry sigh. Despite sharing one body, they did not share one body language. “It's only fair. They would want it. They do want it. That is why they come, that is why they allow us to...wield them.” “Want it for what?” “A weapon.” Mel said bluntly. Arian was quiet. There were many things she did not understand. She did not fully understand who, or what, Mel was. She did not fully understand their quest, despite Mel's attempts to explain it. She did trust in her, explicitly, but she also felt there were areas she could not venture. Things she could not ask. Normally, the two inhabiting the same space was casual and comforting. She hated the thought of being alone, of being left alone. Sharing everything in a wordless manner was often enough. Sometimes she was even uncertain if the smile on her face was hers or Mel's, the laughter on her lips coalescing with hers. They were one, sometimes. But sometimes, they were not.

opill, an oil painting of a beautiful 19th century bride, framed by a window, at night, staring into the darkness in fear and expectation. fallen leaves, blowing wind, gothic, dramatic light, at night, framed by window, shadows, extremely high quality

masterpiece, best quality, very awa, absurdres, detailed eyes, detailed face, detailed skin, simple background, BREAK (cute character:1.5), 1girl, green Qipao, snake decorations, at night, moon, sharp focus, looking at viewer, depth of field, (intricate:1.2), (green tone:1.1), (black tone:0.7), (green atmosphere:1.1), (anime coloring:1.1), high contrast, (masterpiece:1.2), (best quality:1.2), (very aesthetic:1.2), (absurdres:1.2), (detailed background), newest, ai-generated, (intricate details:1.2),,, BREAK <lora:ponyv6_noobV1_2_adamW-000017:0.9> <lora:748cmSDXL:0.8> <lora:DetailedEyes_V3:1> <lora:FINALE:0.5> <lora:noobai_vpred_1_masterpieces_v1:1>_v1:1>

a massive world-shaper, a terraforming engine the size of a planet, has been covered in grass and greenery. a drone crawls on top of a hill that is actually a machine, the innards of the machine, rusted and useless, showing between moss and lichen. everything looks natural at the surface, but just below is a vast mechanism, just out of sight. in the andalusian hills.

A humanoid alien with large black eyes, wearing a space suit and hanging out in the engine room of a starship. dirty, grungy, realistic, detailed background, smiling slightly,

safe_pos, score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, 1girl, 20 years old, thigh-high boots, ((one-piece little strapless white suit dress)), (black hip sash), pearl necklace, blonde hair (hime cut), purple eyeshadow, narrow waist, bare arms, bare neck, ((no choker)), perfect breasts, beautiful, in the middle of a storm, dramatic, hair flapping in wind, art by mooncryptowow, zPDXL3

score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, 1girl, solo, 20 years old, brown cropped vest, unbuttoned, white collar shirt, rolled sleeves, black ponytail, pencil skirt, beautiful, mixed race, flawless skin, beautiful eyes, medium breasts, shirt tied around waist, KZKST

anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, NeoPigma, in the style of cksc, “What’s wrong?” He asked after her sobs had subsided. Instead of answering, she squeezed him again, almost desperately. He waited for a little while longer, until her grip loosened and she could finally lean back. In the dark, he couldn’t see how red or puffy her face was, but he could see the wetness reflecting the pale moonlight. “Can I come sleep next to you again? Even though we don’t…” She trailed off, perhaps because she couldn’t get anything else out. “Of course.” What else could he say? “Okay. In a moment.” “Sure.” She leaned against the wall, her head against his shoulder. He waited for a bit, and then when she pulled up her knees he brought his blanket around the both of them. He wondered if the Gods up in the City ever looked down on the Earth, and if they did, what they thought.

(score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up), 1girl, 18 year old, blonde, bobcut, ((black tubetop)), ((red plaid ((skirt)))), choker, ((red bra straps)), beautiful, red lipstick, purple eyeshadow, earrings, cowboy shot, in the club bathroom, graffiti, empty drinks, grungy, Expressiveh, KRKNK,g0th1c, glowing, neon lights,

What is known is that of all the gods, only two remained. One was the Willow God, who so loved the animals of Tersa he gave up his name and voice to become one with the Willows, and through them gift the animals of Tersa their etmen through the waters of wisdom that flow through the willow tree’s roots. The other was the Moon Goddess, Louksna. Louksna the Dark Crescent, the Deceiver, the False Beacon. Louksna who is to blame for all the evil that happened after the Gods left. To speak of Louksna among the last enclaves of civilization in Tersa is to invite yourself to be hanged by the neck until death. To wear her symbols or to frequent her shrines marks you as one of her cultists, opposed in every way to the will of the Gods. A digital painting in the style of ck-js,

8k, masterpiece, best quality, highly detailed, score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, BREAK, 1girl, 20 years old, thigh-high boots, white pencil suit dress, black short tie, two-tone blonde-black hair (hime cut), narrow waist, beautiful, posing on street, streetwear, g0thicPXL, glowing, neon,

(score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up), 1girl, solo, 20 yrs old, pink halterneck top with rose stitching, big black belt, black miniskirt with frills,, bare shoulders, long straight blonde hair, beautiful, cowboy shot,

(score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up), 1girl, solo, 20 yrs old, pink halterneck top with rose stitching, big black belt, black miniskirt with frills,, bare shoulders, long straight blonde hair, beautiful, cowboy shot,

safe_pos, score_9, score_8_up, 1girl, solo, 20 years old, brown cropped vest, unbuttoned, white collar shirt, rolled sleeves, black ponytail, pencil skirt, beautiful, mixed race, flawless skin, beautiful eyes, medium breasts, shirt tied around waist, sun setting, posing on top of wall, at archeological dig, frowning in concentration, sweaty, backlit, detailed background, ruins, desert, sand, tents, camp, not looking at viewer, (((wiping sweat))),towel

score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, beautiful, goth girl, baggy pants, bare midriff, black top, fingerless elbow gloves, chain body harness, choker, dark red hair, heavy makeup, very pale, beautiful, frowning, hand in pocket, half-body shot, face focus, at night, intimate light, posing in doorway, gothic club, graffiti, detailed background, outline of crowd,

masterpiece,best quality,amazing quality,very aesthetic,absurdres,newest, 1girl, green knee-high dress, bare shoulders, white fringes, knee-high black boots, santa hat, shoulder-length brown hair, smiling and waving, next to christmas ornament

(score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up), 1girl, 18 year old, gradient hair, tubetop dress to knees, black fishnet tights, beautiful, immaculate makeup, thin waist, smirk, holding tiny handbag, ((ready to party))

(score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up), 1girl, solo, 20 yrs old, pink halterneck top with rose stitching, big black belt, black miniskirt with frills,, bare shoulders, long straight blonde hair, beautiful, cowboy shot,

“Do you ever listen to music when you walk home?” Eiza asked. He still wasn’t quite used to seeing her out of her coverall. Underneath it she had revealed some frayed jeans, a striped long-sleeved t-shirt that seemed far too cold considering the weather, and – of all things – a bomber jacket with an oversized fluffy collar. Still, it suited her oddly well, even though he could see her nose turn red and her breath condense in the cold evening air. “I used to. Haven’t recently.” He replied. Despite being somewhat preoccupied, he also felt a little heartbeat of anticipation. Eiza had not hesitated a second when he’d invited her to come home with him.

score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, 1girl, solo, 20 years old, tubetop ((grey dress)), short dress, bare shoulders, bare neck, high ponytail, black hair, arms folded, smirking, hair falling in front of eyes, beautiful eyes, green eyes, on rooftop, cyberpunk city, dynamic angle,

a scientist is floating inside a ((bubble)) over the serene landscape of an alien planet, during midday. she is recording what she is seeing (alien plants, alien grass, alien trees) on a screen that is lighting up her face. she is beautiful, and the world is beautiful, and empty cozy ambient lighting, a masterpiece, award winning, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, NeoPigma, in the style of cksc, anime, cyberpunk,

(score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up), 1girl, 18 year old, gradient hair, tubetop dress to knees, black fishnet tights, beautiful, immaculate makeup, thin waist, smirk, holding tiny handbag, ((ready to party))

(score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up), 1girl, solo, 20 yrs old, pink halterneck top with rose stitching, big black belt, black miniskirt with frills,, bare shoulders, long straight blonde hair, beautiful, cowboy shot,

a photograph of eiza de armas, closeup, mirror selfie. posing. wearing a brown cardigan and thigh-high boots.<lora:flux_realism_lora>

score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, KWNTN, MSMLN, 1girl, solo, a beautiful, young warrior nun, wearing black tunic with black leather kevlar armor, black leather tight pants, army boots, a cowl leaning on castle rampart at night, looking wistfully at a distant forest. cinematic camera angle.

score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, score_5_up, score_4_up, conceptart,multiple views,white background,simple background, a beautiful red hair femme fatale character, 1930s gangster, little black dress, heels, broad-rimmed hat, cigarillo, dramatic,

In the dimly lit offshoot room of a sewer, a makeshift fantasy laboratory awaits exploration. Faint light filters through grates, illuminating a wooden table adorned with mysterious experiments. Illustrated in a dynamic comic book style reminiscent of "Mouse Guard," this scene comes to life with dark, greenish, malevolent colors and intricate details. Each object in the laboratory tells a story of horrific experimentation, inviting viewers to immerse themselves in a world of lovecraftian science.

score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, score_5_up, <lora:HiroyukiTakahashiXLP:1> hiroyukitakahashi, 1girl, 20yo, 20 years old, beautiful, sexy, cute, crop top white collar shirt, lose black tie, blonde hair (hime cut), thigh-high brown patterned socks, high heels, black miniskirt,

In the dimly lit offshoot room of a sewer, a makeshift fantasy laboratory awaits exploration. Faint light filters through grates, illuminating a wooden table adorned with mysterious experiments. Illustrated in a dynamic comic book style reminiscent of "Mouse Guard," this scene comes to life with dark, greenish, malevolent colors and intricate details. Each object in the laboratory tells a story of horrific experimentation, inviting viewers to immerse themselves in a world of lovecraftian science.

a photograph of eiza de armas, close up of her face. smirking invitingly. nation.<lora:flux_realism_lora>

In the dimly lit offshoot room of a sewer, a makeshift fantasy laboratory awaits exploration. Faint light filters through grates, illuminating a wooden table adorned with mysterious experiments. Illustrated in a dynamic comic book style reminiscent of "Mouse Guard," this scene comes to life with dark, greenish, malevolent colors and intricate details. Each object in the laboratory tells a story of horrific experimentation, inviting viewers to immerse themselves in a world of lovecraftian science.

(score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up), 1girl, 18 year old, gradient hair, tubetop dress to knees, black fishnet tights, beautiful, immaculate makeup, thin waist, smirk, holding tiny handbag, ((ready to party))

score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, score_5_up, score_4_up, conceptart,multiple views,white background,simple background, a beautiful red hair femme fatale character, 1930s gangster, little black dress, heels, broad-rimmed hat, cigarillo, dramatic,

zydInk “Come on. Play me something else.” She said when he finally finished. “Try me. I know all the lyrics to everything.” He very nearly did – that would’ve been perfect. Just spend the evening jamming out songs, drinking tea, maybe ordering some takeout…but as accidentally romantic as the whole scenario had turned out, he had taken her here for another reason. He put the guitar down. Her disappointed expression almost made him back out, and perhaps in a weaker moment he would’ve. “Sorry. I got carried away. This wasn’t my plan for tonight.” She looked around at the candles, the tea, then raised an eyebrow. “Oh really? Well plan successfully derailed, as far as I’m concerned. If this is your accidental game, I’d hate to see what happens when you actually plan it.”

1girl, 20 years old, white miniskirt with red string decorations, white leather thigh-high boots, black-and-red croptop, medium-length black hair, parted middle, exquisite eye makeup score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, masterpiece, best quality, official art, extremely detailed:1.5, CG unity 8k wallpaper, high definition:1.5, photorealism:1.6, detailed shading:1.3, high contrast:1.2, ambient occlusion, vivid colors:1.5, saturated colors:1.6, soft light, expressiveh, g0thicPXL,

In the dimly lit offshoot room of a sewer, a makeshift fantasy laboratory awaits exploration. Faint light filters through grates, illuminating a wooden table adorned with mysterious experiments. Illustrated in a dynamic comic book style reminiscent of "Mouse Guard," this scene comes to life with dark, greenish, malevolent colors and intricate details. Each object in the laboratory tells a story of horrific experimentation, inviting viewers to immerse themselves in a world of lovecraftian science.

Lo; the bone clocks. Every living thing around her turning inside out. “Our bones.” She gibbered. “They’re dying.” Clocks and wheels, gyrating into themselves as time squeezed harder and harder. Ticking and rolling, towards the Watcher. The Bone Watcher, with his bony hands, and his bony scythe. Lauren, post-fact, decided shrooms were not her thing.

A computer. A recording. Not a person. You slow down your breathing, close your eyes and attempt understanding. You can't. You can't: she is stating numbers, and words like anthropometric examination results, audiometry test, cardiovascular check, de-vitrification process. You don' know what they mean. This brings about another emotion: despair. A flash of understanding, despite everything: you are trapped inside some kind of metal tomb, with nothing but a blue light and a recorded voice speaking nonsense for company. This is not where you are supposed to be, this is not right. You are not supposed to be here. The absolute certainty of this weighs down on your chest, making it hard to breathe. You sit stock still, the same thought bouncing around the void of your consciousness. The voice goes quiet. The light grows dimmer, slowly, almost imperceptibly. You blink into the descending darkness, still holding on to the plastic edges of your tub. You are not where you are supposed to be. You feel your muscles shake, at first subtly, then with increased force. Holding on is all you can do. Breathing is all you can do. You close your eyes again and try again, grabbing on to this tiny sliver of understanding. You are not where you are supposed to be. You must get out. If you do not get out, you will die. Then it hits you – the reason understanding will not come. You open your eyes again, gasping. Who am I?

score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up BREAK (close up), dynamic angle, korean girl, long black hair, red sweater dress, pink fluffy ankle socks, bare toes, beautiful, curled up by fireplace on fluffy carpet, winter, snowing through window, engrossed in book, ((reading book)), head tilted, elbow lean, bedroom eyes, mouth slightly open, ((not looking at viewer)), candid photo, golden hour light, dramatic light, comfortable, dreamlike, inviting, intimate,

a mezzotint cover art for The Monk: A Romance, a Gothic novel by Matthew Gregory Lewis, published in 1796, about a devoted monk, Ambrosio, who is tempted to break his sacred vows when a young man, Rosario, reveals that he is a woman, also known as "Matilda," and comes to the monastery and disguises herself as a nun to become closer to him. Caught between two strong plotlines—one being a struggle between sexual desire and religious integrity—Ambrosio soon succumbs to the temptations he has sought his entire life to shun.

Lo; the bone clocks. Every living thing around her turning inside out. “Our bones.” She gibbered. “They’re dying.” Clocks and wheels, gyrating into themselves as time squeezed harder and harder. Ticking and rolling, towards the Watcher. The Bone Watcher, with his bony hands, and his bony scythe. Lauren, post-fact, decided shrooms were not her thing.

the most gothic, mystic semi-realistic fantasy painting in the world, OBxiaoxiang, G0thicL1nes, R3alisticF, MythR3tr0

A dramatic image from the top of a ruined tower, looking out across a fantasy landscape from high above. There are mountains in the distance and clouds in the sky and dotted ruins, settlements, dungeons and other points of interest. In the foreground there flaps a big flag with a symbol of the sun on it, slightly tattered and old. The title screen of an epic fantasy RPG. In a comic book style.

a cinematic shot of a young woman 20 years old hispanic beautiful sitting in a coffee shop waiting for her date. she's wearing a casual summer dress and has a handbag and her phone out. her nails are carefully done and she has perfect makeup. hair in a bun. seen from outside through a window looking in. coffee shop in background, street in foreground. cinematic lightning, soft lightning, high quality. <lora:flux_realism_lora>

1girl, 20 years old, white miniskirt with red string decorations, white leather thigh-high boots, black-and-red croptop, medium-length black hair, parted middle, exquisite eye makeup score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, masterpiece, best quality, official art, extremely detailed:1.5, CG unity 8k wallpaper, high definition:1.5, photorealism:1.6, detailed shading:1.3, high contrast:1.2, ambient occlusion, vivid colors:1.5, saturated colors:1.6, soft light, expressiveh, g0thicPXL,

an impossibly beautiful version of venus stepping out of the water, rendered in a lush oil painteirly style, OBxiaoxiang

The light drizzle never changed, but did stop for hours at a time, before continuing again. By the time he could see the lights of the town in the distance, he was decisively damp. It was twilight, that liminal period between night and day, and everything was bathed in a surreal, purple light. Jacob had no idea how it came to be, but purple was the best description he could think of. The clouds were light and dark and covered the whole sky. The wind didn't blow very strongly. The final approach to the town was a boring and long one. Jacob was tired from walking, tired of the rain, and had gotten hungry again. He wanted to be there already, he didn't want to walk any longer. But there was nothing else to it but to walk. So he walked, dodging puddles on the road, trying to keep himself distracted from the hurt in his knees and hip and legs and shoulders. The streetlights around him started lighting up, even though it was still far from dark. Perhaps it was the clouds. In this part of the country, the lights were white, not yellow, but in the gloom they mostly looked anaemic and lifeless. Jacob noticed several lights that had gone out down the road, but he had no way of telling if they had been dead only for a few weeks, or a few months. In the distance, he could see the lights of the town itself, the billboards, the highrises, the streets.

The bar was the kind of place that worked hard to look worse than it was. It was busy with signs, bright colours, cramped tables and chairs, and big TV screens showing some game or other. But the drinks were expensive and the drink list extensive, the bartenders young and hip, and the music selection a little too smooth. Ben didn’t really know who this kind of place was for, but when he arrived and started looking around for Tessa, it very much felt like her kind of place. What is that supposed to mean? Less rough around the edges than she appears? Hard on the outside, soft on the inside? Or just fake? She was sitting in one of the booths by herself, poking idly on her phone. When he approached, she looked up. She looked both entirely different and very much the same. She had her hair up in a do, she’d revamped her style completely, and she looked like she’d lost a few pounds. But she was still as beautiful as ever, and when she smiled at him he felt his heart skip a beat. anime artwork comic fantasy art by Makoto Shinkhai, horror art by John Kenn Mortensen, , Post-it note art, dark and whimsical illustrations, 2D flat anime, spiritual themes, colorful, picturesque landscapes . graphic illustration, comic art, graphic novel art, vibrant, highly detailed . anime style, key visual, vibrant, studio anime, highly detailed

masterpiece, high quality, Oil Painting, Hyper-realistic, overhead view, hyper-detailed wide-angled painting of Dina, the young and determined survivor from The Last of Us, stands amidst a desolate, post-apocalyptic urban landscape, surrounded by crumbling buildings and overgrown vegetation, backlit by a faint, eerie light that casts an otherworldly glow on her face, which is the central focus of the image, with her strong jawline, piercing brown eyes, and tousled, curly brown hair illuminated in striking contrast to the dark, ruined environment, her facial expression a mix of determination and vulnerability, her skin tone a warm, earthy brown, with a smattering of freckles across the bridge of her nose, her eyebrows slightly furrowed, as if deep in thought or concern. Focus on the girl, shadow and light, Masterpiece, intricate lines, intriguing atmosphere, sharp magnificent details, delicate features, elaborate details, (2/3 rule composition:0.5), ultra detailed, romantic, Rembrandt lighting, brush stroke, lovely, novuschroma, in the style of Rembrandt. FS, vantablack <lora:style_of_Rembrandt_FLUX_135:.3> <lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:.6> <lora:neeeg_f1:-1> <lora:113_novuschromaFLX_1:.3> <lora:Midjourney_Whisper_Minimal:.4> <lora:FS_v2:.3> <lora:s1n0z1ck-flux-test-lora:2.3>