![Placeholder: [colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] One by one, they emerge from their hiding places, their faces pale with terror. Surpanakha's eyes blaze with demonic fury, her twisted form casting an ominous shadow over the trembling figures before her. "You thought you could destroy me?" Surpanakha's voice drips with venom. "You thought you could erase me from existence? Well, you have failed miserably." The fear in their eyes intensifies as they realize the gravity of their mistake. Surpanakha](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/64w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNThkZTVmODAtYjk4Zi00ZWQyLTg1NGMtOWVhOGEwNTBlOTBkLmpwZWc.webp)
![[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] One by one, they emerge from their hiding places, their faces pale with terror. Surpanakha's eyes blaze with demonic fury, her twisted form casting an ominous shadow over the trembling figures before her. "You thought you could destroy me?" Surpanakha's voice drips with venom. "You thought you could erase me from existence? Well, you have failed miserably." The fear in their eyes intensifies as they realize the gravity of their mistake. Surpanakha](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/1920w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNThkZTVmODAtYjk4Zi00ZWQyLTg1NGMtOWVhOGEwNTBlOTBkLmpwZWc.webp)
@generalpha
Prompt
[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] One by one, they emerge from their hiding places, their faces pale with terror. Surpanakha's eyes blaze with demonic fury, her twisted form casting an ominous shadow over the trembling figures before her. "You thought you could destroy me?" Surpanakha's voice drips with venom. "You thought you could erase me from existence? Well, you have failed miserably." The fear in their eyes intensifies as they realize the gravity of their mistake. Surpanakha
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
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
1024 × 1024
Similar
![[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] As the night wears on, Surpanakha's vengeance knows no bounds. The forest becomes a stage for her savage dance, a symphony of pain and terror. She staggers back, her legs giving way as she finds herself a seat on a nearby rock. With trembling hands, she wipes away the tears that stream down her face, her heart heavy with despair. How could this have happened? How could something so cherished be torn apart by the merciless hands of fate? The weight](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vODM5ZGIwYTctODdlZi00MzI3LWIyOTUtNDUyOWE1NGRhYWMwLmpwZWc.webp)
![[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] As the night wears on, Surpanakha's vengeance knows no bounds. The forest becomes a stage for her savage dance, a symphony of pain and terror. She staggers back, her legs giving way as she finds herself a seat on a nearby rock. With trembling hands, she wipes away the tears that stream down her face, her heart heavy with despair. With a deep breath, she steadies herself, her gaze fixed on the wreckage before her. The tears still stain her cheeks,](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMzUzYzQzNzUtYjVmMS00ZWVhLTgyODQtMmI0YTFkY2NiOGQ0LmpwZWc.webp)
![[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] As the night wears on, Surpanakha's vengeance knows no bounds. The forest becomes a stage for her savage dance, a symphony of pain and terror. With a deep breath, she gathers what little remains of her belongings. Her dress, tattered and stained, serves as a reminder of the life she once had. Her dagger, a symbol of her resilience and self-defense, feels reassuring in her grip. And her magic rod, a conduit of her power and creativity, pulses with](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNTUwMDQxMTMtNGY3My00YjRlLWJiNDktNWE0NzQ0MjMxYjY4LmpwZWc.webp)
![[Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] In the heart of a bustling Gypsy encampment Svetlanathe charismatic Gypsy Leader, sits beneath a brightly colored canopy. Her dark eyes, filled with wisdom and authority, scan the surrounding commotion. As the Gypsy Guide, Raul, approaches her with a determined stride, she senses his urgency and beckons him to join her.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMWIyY2UxZDctZjE3Ni00YTQ4LWI4OGMtNTFkYmM1NWFmNDljLmpwZWc.webp)
![[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] As the night wears on, Surpanakha's vengeance knows no bounds. The forest becomes a stage for her savage dance, a symphony of pain and terror. Her sobs echo through the desolate landscape, a mournful melody that speaks of both loss and resilience. But amidst the tears, a fire burns within her. A determination to rise from the ashes, to create something even more extraordinary. The tears may fall, but they will not extinguish her spirit. She wipes](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNDUyM2QxOTMtY2M0NS00ODBjLTlhYjAtYzdiYjMwY2FmYjQ2LmpwZWc.webp)
![[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] As the night wears on, Surpanakha's vengeance knows no bounds. The forest becomes a stage for her savage dance, a symphony of pain and terror. With a deep breath, she gathers what little remains of her belongings. Her dress, tattered and stained, serves as a reminder of the life she once had. Her dagger, a symbol of her resilience and self-defense, feels reassuring in her grip. And her magic rod, a conduit of her power and creativity, pulses with](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZTRlOWYzMGQtYWU0MS00ODQ3LWJjYTgtOGE0MjU4NDAzNWNkLmpwZWc.webp)
![[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] As the night wears on, Surpanakha's vengeance knows no bounds. The forest becomes a stage for her savage dance, a symphony of pain and terror. She stands before a burnt camp, the remnants of what was once a place of solace and safety. The destruction is evident, the charred remains serving as a painful reminder of what has been lost. And in this moment, she can no longer hold back the tears. The burnt camp, the tears, they are but a fleeting momen](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYmMyYTNlYmMtZjE3Mi00MDBkLTgxZTgtMzVmNDczZDcxZGYzLmpwZWc.webp)
![[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] As the night wears on, Surpanakha's vengeance knows no bounds. The forest becomes a stage for her savage dance, a symphony of pain and terror. She staggers back, her legs giving way as she finds herself a seat on a nearby rock. With trembling hands, she wipes away the tears that stream down her face, her heart heavy with despair. With a deep breath, she steadies herself, her gaze fixed on the wreckage before her. The tears still stain her cheeks,](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMDdmNDA3YWQtMDk0YS00OWEwLTlhMTAtNThjNjU2YzQxNzg1LmpwZWc.webp)
![[Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] In the heart of a bustling Gypsy encampment Svetlanathe charismatic Gypsy Leader, sits beneath a brightly colored canopy. Her dark eyes, filled with wisdom and authority, scan the surrounding commotion. As the Gypsy Guide, Raul, approaches her with a determined stride, she senses his urgency and beckons him to join her.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNThiZTNmYmYtZmRjNC00ZGQwLWE3YjgtOTg3OGNlNWExMjQ5LmpwZWc.webp)
![[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] Surpanakha, she has a twisted form and a ferocious demeanor. Her appearance is ominous, bearing the marks of her demonic lineage. Her alluring features reflect the darkness that resides within her. Surpanakha's eyes are filled with a fiery intensity. she sits on her throne in the temple](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMjg1YWY3NGMtNjc1NC00M2VmLWE1YzEtMjNhODU3N2ZlMzJiLmpwZWc.webp)
![[Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] In the ruined North Pole, she stands like a dark deity of destruction, her sharp heels crushing shattered remnants of a forgotten festivity. A muscular faerie, her stripped leather armor stained with blood, her lithe frame wrapped in frayed crimson velvet, the edges dripping with viscous green sludge. Her glowing emerald eyes, full of malice, survey the wasteland as she grips a broad sword in one hand and a jagged candy cane in the other, both weapons dripping](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vNjdiZTU1MzItNzA5OC00YzgwLWJkMGMtYjZjZTQ2OTM0YWE1LmpwZWc.webp)
![[colour picture: Jason and the Argonauts (1963)] Surpanakha, with her twisted form and ferocious demeanor, presents a stark contrast. Her appearance is more ominous, bearing the marks of her demonic lineage. Her once alluring features have been distorted, reflecting the darkness that resides within her. Surpanakha's eyes, filled with a fiery intensity, convey a sense of danger and aggression. Her twisted form, with sharp claws and teeth, symbolizes her predatory nature and the ferocity with whic](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vMzVlYmY0OWMtMmI1Yy00MDVkLWFmY2ItNDU1YTNmNmY3OWEzLmpwZWc.webp)