saw Stable Diffusion prompts

3 months ago

Their brows were white as fragrant milk, Their cloaks made out of pale yellow silk, And trimmed with many a crimson feather: And when they saw (the cloak I wore Was dim with mire of a mortal shore:1.9), They fingered it and gazed on me And laughed like murmurs of the sea; But Niam with a swift distress Bid them away and hold their peace; And when they heard her voice they ran And knelt them, every maid and man And kissed, as they would never cease, Her pearl-pale hand and the hem of her dress. She bade them bring us to (the hall Where Aengus dreams, from sun to sun:1.9), A Druid dream of the end of days When the stars are to wane and the world be done.

6 months ago

I was the sly fox feigning death to catch me a buzzard. As Heck and Cordonnier knew I was a sinner trapper. And only I defined sin. I saw an Ostrich saving its young with the blood of an Asp and the Giant Snails of Calonak, a dragon and a Kurnai, a Yenjin, the impression made by a body lifted from the sand, blinding a man by throwing the dried cones of casuarina quadrivalvis into his eyes just as black flowers grow in my eyes and the smoke of a dead man carries his being and I knew how the bukin of the Woiwurong secretly drew the fat from their dead to be eaten and to give them strength and the Wirajuri would twitch when a bukin was fat hunting. Fat was always taken from the right side so I have learned to fear the yulo, charcoal and magic fire. Myself, I have a lesser magic and can only kill myself but maybe just maybe partake of my own fat before...a little plan I will keep secret. Well, who wouldn't?

6 months ago

I was the sly fox feigning death to catch me a buzzard. As Heck and Cordonnier knew I was a sinner trapper. And only I defined sin. I saw an Ostrich saving its young with the blood of an Asp and the Giant Snails of Calonak, a dragon and a Kurnai, a Yenjin, the impression made by a body lifted from the sand, blinding a man by throwing the dried cones of casuarina quadrivalvis into his eyes just as black flowers grow in my eyes and the smoke of a dead man carries his being and I knew how the bukin of the Woiwurong secretly drew the fat from their dead to be eaten and to give them strength and the Wirajuri would twitch when a bukin was fat hunting. Fat was always taken from the right side so I have learned to fear the yulo, charcoal and magic fire. Myself, I have a lesser magic and can only kill myself but maybe just maybe partake of my own fat before...a little plan I will keep secret. Well, who wouldn't?

8 months ago

« Epic, photorealistic full-body shot of Billy, Jigsaw’s puppet from Saw, seated ominously on an old-fashioned tricycle. Clearly defined details of the black tuxedo, white gloves, and shiny red shoes, meticulously rendered with realistic textures. Puppet positioned in a dim, industrial setting featuring rusted metal, worn concrete walls, and subtle chains hanging loosely. Dramatic lighting casting eerie shadows to enhance the disturbing, chilling atmosphere. »