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Prompt: Xaden’s dragon is a Blue Daggertail, the rarest of the blues, named Sgaeyl. According to Professor Kaori: “Ruthless does not begin to describe her, nor does she abide by what we assume to be what the dragons consider law.”; sticker style art
Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw
Prompt: photorealistic photojournalistic 8K photo of this transwoman dressed in a suit of armour as she does a “come at me bro” gesture to her opponents. She’s standing in a beautiful corn field and has a big trans coloured flag behind her
Prompt: the toad's slime does not reach the white dove cartoon style decade 1950's
Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw
Prompt: elon musk does omg face
Prompt: A woman with her hair curled, facing the camera, standing in her quaint beach styled kitchen with house plants in the background. She is modeling a plain sport grey heathered colored crewneck sweatshirt. The sweatshirt does not have any design on it --v 6.0 --s 250
Prompt: a cute pink teddy bear with large doe eyes. photorealistic. super cute. white background
Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw
Prompt: elon musk does omg face
Prompt: red anime 2d sad girl-demon does not look at the screen
Prompt: a cute pink teddy bear with large doe eyes. photorealistic. super cute. white background
Prompt: In the heart of time's relentless churn, A period stark, with lines so stern, Mid-century modernity, a phase discerned, Yet, in its essence, poets yearn For more than what its bounds returned. The Banality of Mid-Century Modernity, Sleek lines stretch, reaching far, Empty spaces, devoid of war. A chair, a table, nothing more, In rooms where silence does implore The minds to seek, yet oft ignore. In this era, form meets function's embrace, A minimalist creed, space does chase. But where, oh where, is passion's place? In clean designs, it leaves no trace, A sterile hunt for beauty's base. Geometric shapes in repetition's bind, A visual echo, leaving soul behind. The poets weep for what they find, A world so measured, yet unkind To whimsy's flight, the heart's outlined. They long for chaos, for life's mess, For love's embrace, for sweet excess. In cluttered corners, truths confess, Beyond the order, lives express The vibrant hues of human stress. Yet, in this modernity's reign, A silent whisper does remain. A call to see beyond the plain, To find the beauty, break the chain, And in the banal, seek the arcane. So poets delve, with pen in hand, To uncover life's vibrant strand. In the mundane, they take a stand, Crafting verses, bold and grand, To celebrate what's truly bland. For in simplicity, a tale untold, Of lives within these lines enfold. The poets sing, with courage bold, Of beauty in the banal, stories old, A timeless dance, forever retold. --ar 16:9 --s 50 --v 6.0 --style raw
Prompt: a manager with a bullhorn telling everyone on the Scrum Team what to do. The Scrumm team is standing around the office with confusion. Business Cartoon --ar 16:9
Prompt: the toad's slime does not reach the white dove cartoon style decade 1950's
Prompt: a cute pink teddy bear with large doe eyes. photorealistic. super cute. white background