Placeholder: [sadness, alcoholism, toxic forest] The weirder the better. Alcohol, a dangerous elixir, only worsened Tinkerbell's struggles. Her once radiant wings dulled, her spirit withered. Lost and disconnected, her emerald eyes now reflect profound sadness. Clutching the stolen glass, she seeks solace in its warmth. The forbidden vessel mirrors her desires. Longing and hesitation dance in her gaze. The amber liquid sways, casting a glow upon her face, mirroring the flickering flame within. The weight of [sadness, alcoholism, toxic forest] The weirder the better. Alcohol, a dangerous elixir, only worsened Tinkerbell's struggles. Her once radiant wings dulled, her spirit withered. Lost and disconnected, her emerald eyes now reflect profound sadness. Clutching the stolen glass, she seeks solace in its warmth. The forbidden vessel mirrors her desires. Longing and hesitation dance in her gaze. The amber liquid sways, casting a glow upon her face, mirroring the flickering flame within. The weight of

Back to Profile

@generalpha

Prompt

[sadness, alcoholism, toxic forest] The weirder the better. Alcohol, a dangerous elixir, only worsened Tinkerbell's struggles. Her once radiant wings dulled, her spirit withered. Lost and disconnected, her emerald eyes now reflect profound sadness. Clutching the stolen glass, she seeks solace in its warmth. The forbidden vessel mirrors her desires. Longing and hesitation dance in her gaze. The amber liquid sways, casting a glow upon her face, mirroring the flickering flame within. The weight of

statue, doubles, twins, entangled fingers, Worst Quality, ugly, ugly face, watermarks, undetailed, unrealistic, double limbs, worst hands, worst body, Disfigured, double, twin, dialog, book, multiple fingers, deformed, deformity, ugliness, poorly drawn face, extra_limb, extra limbs, bad hands, wrong hands, poorly drawn hands, messy drawing, cropped head, bad anatomy, lowres, extra digit, fewer digit, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, watermark, missing fingers, cropped, poorly drawn

7 months ago

Generate Similar

Explore Similar

Model

SSD-1B

Guidance Scale

7

Dimensions

1024 × 1024

Similar

[sadness, alcoholism, toxic forest] The weirder the better. Alcohol, a dangerous elixir, only worsened Tinkerbell's struggles. Her once radiant wings dulled, her spirit withered. Lost and disconnected, her emerald eyes now reflect profound sadness. Clutching the stolen glass, she seeks solace in its warmth. The forbidden vessel mirrors her desires. Longing and hesitation dance in her gaze. The amber liquid sways, casting a glow upon her face, mirroring the flickering flame within. The weight of
With a graceful flourish, faerie Fiona's fingers moved to the clasps of her gown, and in a moment of fluid motion, the fabric fell to the ground like leaves gently parting from a tree in autumn. She stood there, her luminous wings catching the moonlight, her essence a blend of moonbeams and starlight. Deery, enchanted by the magic of the moment, felt a sense of liberation that mirrored Fiona's own. They, too, shed their usual caution, allowing the enchantment of the forest to guide
[faerie] In this moment, Fiona is the very embodiment of the forest's joy and magic. Her laughter, her playfulness, and her connection with the world around her are all reflections of the boundless wonder that resides within her. As she rolls amidst the ferns, she's not just a faerie; she's a living testament to the beauty of surrendering to the magic of the moment.
As faerie Fiona swam back to the bank, water droplets glistening like diamonds upon her skin, she emerged with the grace of a water nymph rising from the depths. Her wings unfurled, water droplets cascading from them like liquid stars, and she stood before Deery, her presence a blend of moonlight and water's embrace. Deery approached, their hooves barely making a sound on the soft earth. They lowered their head, their opalescent nose nuzzling Fiona's cheek in a gesture of affection
Fiona's lithe form strains now in silken attire hugging supple curves, the fabric lush green leaves clothing nature's bounty. Breath speeds fair songbirds' wings, copper locks coil wild as briars . Her eyes too hold mysteries, beckoning watchers. Each lunge and thrust presses the silk yet closer, her magic spins a fog of fertility binding all who gaze upon the sacred exercices she does in her thigh sportswear
With a graceful flourish, faerie Fiona's fingers moved to the clasps of her gown, and in a moment of fluid motion, the fabric fell to the ground like leaves gently parting from a tree in autumn. She stood there, her luminous wings catching the moonlight, her essence a blend of moonbeams and starlight. Deery, enchanted by the magic of the moment, felt a sense of liberation that mirrored Fiona's own. They, too, shed their usual caution, allowing the enchantment of the forest to guide
Fiona's lithe form strains now in silken attire hugging supple curves, the fabric lush green leaves clothing nature's bounty. Breath speeds fair songbirds' wings, copper locks coil wild as briars . Her eyes too hold mysteries, beckoning watchers. Each lunge and thrust presses the silk yet closer, her magic spins a fog of fertility binding all who gaze upon the sacred exercices she does in her thigh sportswear
Fiona's lithe form strains now in silken attire hugging supple curves, the fabric lush green leaves clothing nature's bounty. Breath speeds fair songbirds' wings, copper locks coil wild as briars . Her eyes too hold mysteries, beckoning watchers. Each lunge and thrust presses the silk yet closer, outlining secrets mortal eyes drink deeper than any mead or mirrormere's revelations. Her magic spins a fog of fertilitybinding all who gaze upon the sacred rites reborn. Though walls hem this dance, he
Aye, there she stood before me now, this wild wood nymph in mortal form. At my request she'd posed center-stage under the studio lights, a quiet stillness falling over her. Gone was the slip-away slyness of before; now she granted me her full visage. Head held high she stood, proud and true as an ancient oak. Her twilight braids near reached her hips, leaves and vines and forest spoils twined within. One arm wrapped herself as if in contemplation, whilst the other balanced upon a jutting hip. Th
[faerie] In this moment, Fiona is the very embodiment of the forest's joy and magic. Her laughter, her playfulness, and her connection with the world around her are all reflections of the boundless wonder that resides within her. As she rolls amidst the ferns, she's not just a faerie; she's a living testament to the beauty of surrendering to the magic of the moment. Marilyn Monroe is a funny faerie.
For where my sprite once rested weary, now lies vision to shame the rosy dawn. Fiona reclines 'mid emerald shadows and bronze, swaddled but in whispers of silk begging exploration's caress. One braid yet clings fierce as briar 'long her breast, dark ribbon winding 'gainst skin fine as forest moss. Wild contrast to blooms now bared where light and gloom conspire, sweeter fruits than my penance dares dream to taste or name. Eyes of peridot pin this wretch like any hunter's prize, daring the fainte
As faerie Fiona swam back to the bank, water droplets glistening like diamonds upon her skin, she emerged with the grace of a water nymph rising from the depths. Her wings unfurled, water droplets cascading from them like liquid stars, and she stood before Deery, her presence a blend of moonlight and water's embrace. Deery approached, their hooves barely making a sound on the soft earth. They lowered their head, their opalescent nose nuzzling Fiona's cheek in a gesture of affection
Terms of Service • Privacy Policy

© 2024 Stablecog, Inc.