![[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] a halloween fruit driving a motorbike in a gigantic creamy cake](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/1920w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vODhiY2UyMmEtOWUzZC00YzgzLWE2ZGUtMTNiYTEwYWMyOGIyLmpwZWc.webp)
@generalpha
Prompt
[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] a halloween fruit driving a motorbike in a gigantic creamy cake
distorted image, malformed body, malformed fingers
5 months ago
Model
SSD-1B
Guidance Scale
7
Dimensions
832 × 1248
![[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] a halloween fruit driving a motorbike in a gigantic creamy cake](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vYTRlOWM2Y2MtZmYzMy00MmNiLWE2N2ItNjI0Y2M2NGMxZDIwLmpwZWc.webp)



![[very impressive high res masterpiece in Kodak Eastman 5247, scene by László Krasznahorkai] a halloween fruit driving a motorbike in a gigantic creamy cake](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZmViNTRjMmUtNzJlNS00ZTc3LTlkODAtYzQwMDRjNzQ0ZDlmLmpwZWc.webp)

![The Dark Lord's Granddaughter is a witch with her bloody fangs, covered by tattoos and lace agent provocateur dress [vintage style noisy scratches glitches, Shot the texture and then rewound the film and double exposed from a 1970 B series movie] in the forest in front of her Hutt with her pointed hat](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vODZmNDlhYzUtY2ZhNy00N2U1LWFmOTQtZTRlMzcxNzM0NThlLmpwZWc.webp)
![[He-Man] Mixing the iconic character of Skeletor with the solemn attire of a Catholic priest creates a strange and intriguing image. The clash of heroic strength and spiritual reverence embodied in a skeletal form is both eerie and captivating.](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vZWZkZTg4ZjgtMDU2OC00M2QxLWJkNTUtZDdiN2I0ZTNlODFmLmpwZWc.webp)


![[she is waiting with a smile on the doorstep] The old house at the end of the street looked as though it had stepped out of another century. Orange lights flickered along the porch railing, and carved pumpkins glowed with crooked grins beneath the autumn dusk. She was perhaps in her forties, poised and self-assured, the kind of presence that drew attention without asking for it. Her costume was unmistakably that of a witch—though there was nothing cartoonish about it. A deep black dress clung el](https://img.stablecog.com/insecure/256w/aHR0cHM6Ly9iLnN0YWJsZWNvZy5jb20vN2JlZjM3OGMtMjQxMC00OTA0LWJjMGMtODc5YTg4NmJiMjhjLmpwZWc.webp)
