
@generalpha
Prompt
muscle viking woman with dragon back tattoo that extends down her arms, it is the blood eagle: a method of ritual execution
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
1 year ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024
![[tattooed Barbarella warrior] Old runes crumble near a wall, near-lost to time - but in them she sees echoes of fates endured by this barren city's forgotten wardens. Did hardship and hardship alone forge these battlements against some nameless horror stirring 'neath the dunes? Did their defenses crumble at last when even valor and will broke upon its dreaded sands? Ah, riddles crowd the mind this gloaming. Yet one truth stands stark: a Warden's vigil holds while yet one stone stands upon anothe](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYThlNjYwMjQtZTJkZi00N2JkLThiZTAtODUxYTI3YmUwZmMxLmpwZWc.webp)



![[Endor, tattooed Tori Black warrior] On the city's edge a darkness gathers, seeking entrance where vigilance has flagged. But it has not reckoned on the ink-spelled sentinel whose fate is bound to these groves. As a sigh, Tori Black lifts her hands. Vined flesh seems to ripple and come alive as magic called since time immemorial answers her will. Sparks dance between fingers bearing tales of wars past, spells to shield and strike. With grim purpose she turns them on the encroaching night, unleas](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNmYxNGQ5MTgtMjk2OC00NjYwLTk1ZjQtNzg5NmRmMGE3YzMwLmpwZWc.webp)



![[tattooed Barbarella warrior] Old runes crumble near a wall, near-lost to time - but in them she sees echoes of fates endured by this barren city's forgotten wardens. Did hardship and hardship alone forge these battlements against some nameless horror stirring 'neath the dunes? Did their defenses crumble at last when even valor and will broke upon its dreaded sands? Ah, riddles crowd the mind this gloaming. Yet one truth stands stark: a Warden's vigil holds while yet one stone stands upon anothe](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYjIxNzQ5ODMtNjQxOC00OTRmLWFmN2ItZDMxY2JhMDk4MmMwLmpwZWc.webp)


