Placeholder: In the shadows of a dark street, two figures emerge, their presence commanding attention. Misty exudes a dangerous aura, her eyes sharp and calculating, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. She moves with a fluid grace, every step deliberate and filled with a raw energy that sends a shiver down your spine. Beside her walks Maureen, radiating confidence like a beacon in the night. Her gaze is unwavering, a silent challenge to anyone who dares underestimate her. With each stride, she exudes In the shadows of a dark street, two figures emerge, their presence commanding attention. Misty exudes a dangerous aura, her eyes sharp and calculating, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. She moves with a fluid grace, every step deliberate and filled with a raw energy that sends a shiver down your spine. Beside her walks Maureen, radiating confidence like a beacon in the night. Her gaze is unwavering, a silent challenge to anyone who dares underestimate her. With each stride, she exudes

Back to Profile

@generalpha

Prompt

In the shadows of a dark street, two figures emerge, their presence commanding attention. Misty exudes a dangerous aura, her eyes sharp and calculating, a hint of mischief dancing in their depths. She moves with a fluid grace, every step deliberate and filled with a raw energy that sends a shiver down your spine. Beside her walks Maureen, radiating confidence like a beacon in the night. Her gaze is unwavering, a silent challenge to anyone who dares underestimate her. With each stride, she exudes

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

2 months ago

Generate Similar

Explore Similar

Model

SSD-1B

Guidance Scale

7

Dimensions

1248 × 832

Similar

he lost voices echo in the wind, their cryptic words a haunting melody that beckons the unwary to listen and heed their warnings. "Feelin' everybody there's gone every dope," the shadows murmur, their enigmatic message hinting at a truth buried deep within the fabric of reality, waiting to be unveiled by those brave enough to decipher its meaning. From the darkness emerges a group of machines, their metallic forms glinting malevolently in the dim light, their red eyes gleaming with a cold, calcu
a figure emerges from the mists, cloaked in divine radiance. She is the Goddess of Vaccination, her presence a beacon of protection and healing in a world plagued by uncertainty and fear. Her form shimmers with an otherworldly light, her gaze steady and compassionate, as she bestows her blessings upon those in need.
The silken sheets writhe and coil around her, their movement almost alive, a sinister dance that mirrors the malevolent presence in the room. The dark aura fills the space, suffocating and oppressive, pressing against her very soul as it looms above, a specter of unknown terror. a macabre caress that awakens a primal mix of fear and desire within her.
streetlight effect, It's dark everywhere except for one spot where there's a bright streetlight. The streetlight helps you see things clearly and find your friends easily in that small area.
streetlight effect
In the dimly lit room, she stood in nothing but Agent Provocateur, the air heavy and suffocating. Panic gripped her as she struggled for breath, the tantalizing thought of escape teasing her mind. Unseen monsters clawed at her, the room blazing with infernal heat against her exposed skin. With wide eyes filled with fear and defiance, she challenged the encroaching darkness. The delicate lace barely concealing her dangerous beauty, she faced a treacherous dance between desire and danger in a worl
And who's to blame you for wanting rest, after leading this body and soul such merry dances through steam and shadow? My hands have scarce stopped fluttering over shutter and film in fevered efforts to lock your magic onto light. But the equipment lays idle now as I watch your steady breaths, heaving bosom stilled at last beneath clinging sleeves. One hand trails idle upon the padded planks, tracing shapes and sigils that stir memories of moonlit revels beneath the trees. And though wild joys ma
In the bustling streets of the city, a group of individuals clad in black attire creates a captivating scene. Their shared passion for hard rock music unites them, forming a tight-knit community of like-minded souls. Men and women alike, they stand out from the surrounding crowd with their distinctive style and edgy appearance. The women exude a powerful aura, challenging stereotypes with their fierce expressions and unique fashion choices. Leather jackets, black mini skirts, fishnet stockings,
Shadows twisted and contorted, taking on sinister forms that seemed to beckon me closer. The warning in the signal grew louder, a primal scream of danger and impending doom.
And who's to blame you for wanting rest, after leading this body and soul such merry dances through steam and shadow? My hands have scarce stopped fluttering over shutter and film in fevered efforts to lock your magic onto light. But the equipment lays idle now as I watch your steady breaths, heaving bosom stilled at last beneath clinging sleeves. One hand trails idle upon the padded planks, tracing shapes and sigils that stir memories of moonlit revels beneath the trees. And though wild joys ma
Wash away my troubles Wash away my pain With the rain in Shambala Wash away my sorrow Wash away my shame With the rain in Shambala Ah ooh yeah
streetlight effect
Terms of Service • Privacy Policy

© 2025 Stablecog, Inc.