blade's edge and surface prompts

2 months ago

Wednesday Addams, now a commanding gothic warrior queen, dominates a storm-lashed battlefield, her presence both haunting and regal. Her signature long, jet-black braids—thick and intricately woven—whip violently in the gale, framing her pale, sharp-featured face. Her slender yet toned figure is clad in sleek, black bikini armor, its surface adorned with jagged silver spikes that glint ominously under the storm’s flickering light. A voluminous, tattered cape billows behind her, its edges frayed as if torn by the winds of countless battles. In her grasp, a towering scythe hums with dark energy, its blade etched with eerie runes. Around her, skeletal warriors claw their way from the blood-soaked earth, their hollow eyes fixed on ghostly knights whose spectral armor shimmers like fractured moonlight. The battlefield is a maelstrom of clashing steel and swirling mist, illuminated by dramatic, cinematic lighting that casts long, shifting shadows. Every detail is hyper-realistic, from the texture of her armor to the chaos of the undead legions, creating a scene both terrifying and majestic.

7 months ago

n a crumbling sanctuary built at the end of time, open to the sky and flooded with wild overgrowth, a solitary figure stands on a plinth of fractured obsidian—a synthetic angel, both artifact and oracle, mid-transmission. Her body is constructed from a dual-layered material: an outer shell of liquid mirror-glass, always in motion, bending light in surreal ripples—beneath it, a lattice of golden memory circuits, softly pulsing, like script woven from heat and purpose. She is not human. She is not machine. She is the last interface between meaning and forgetting. Her posture is both exalted and worn. One hand raised in silent benediction, the other buried in the tangle of flowering vines wrapping around her legs—life clinging to light, as though nature itself refuses to let go of what she remembers. Etched across her glass-like surface are thin veins of glowing amber: pathways of forgotten prayers, tracing up her legs, over her spine, across her collarbones like fading constellations. Her face is concealed behind a split golden visor, semi-open like the petals of a mechanical flower—revealing only light. From her back, two vast wings made of layered crystalline blades curve upward like collapsed architecture—part cathedral, part ruin. They shimmer not with fire, but with reflected memory, like a sky that forgot how to storm. Around her, broken statuary and shattered machines lie half-swallowed by roots and blossoms. In the distance, a forest made of circuitry burns without smoke—slowly, beautifully. Above, stars pulse in unnatural constellations, forming sigils from before language. Hovering just above her head spins a halo unlike any known form—a fractured ring of refracted glass, filled with flowing text that no longer aligns with any living tongue. It does not glow—it remembers. Rendered in the style of an impressionist-Renaissance hybrid painting, layered with visible brush textures, fog-softened edges, and gold-split chiaroscuro. Warm dusk tones dominate the palette: blood-orange, dusk-lavender, rusted copper, soft pollen white. She is the Benediction Engine—not worshipped, not feared, not obeyed. She simply remains, bearing witness to everything we were, and everything we failed to become.

5 months ago

The masseter muscle (Latin: musculus masseter) is a powerful masticatory muscle of the manducatory apparatus. It is made up of two parts : a superficial part, a deep part formed They are separated into four fascicles: a superficial, an intermediate, a deep and a coronoid[1],[2] . Origin The superficial fascicle inserts on the anterior 2/3 of the zygomatic arch, including an insertion on the posteroinferior edge of the zygomatic bone, via an aponeurotic blade joining the lateral surface of the muscle; The intermediate fasciculus inserts slightly more posteriorly to the superficial fasciculus; The deep fasciculus arises on the lower edge of the zygomatic arch, including the zygomatic process of the temporal bone; The coronoid fasciculus inserts on the medial surface of the zygomatic process of the temporal bone. Trajectory The superficial fasciculus is oblique downwards and posteriorly; The intermediate fasciculus is slightly more vertical. It is almost completely covered by the superficial bundle; The deep bundle is vertical and descending; The coronoid bundle is oblique. Insertion The masseter ends on the lateral surface of the mandible: The superficial fasciculus terminates on the lower part of the ascending ramus of the mandible, covering the gonion (angle of the mandible); The deep fasciculus terminates on the lateral surface of the ascending ramus of the mandible, above the superficial fasciculus, going up to the front of the mandible. Translated with DeepL.com (free version)

8 months ago

an ultra-realistic, full-body portrait of a captivating demon warrior woman, radiating dark power and terrifying grace. Her pose is menacing yet elegant, exuding raw strength and demonic authority. She wears a modern, spiked armor forged from black obsidian and molten metal, interwoven with demonic sigils and dark leather straps. The armor is accented with fiery hues of deep red and orange, with subtle touches of molten gold and polished obsidian, creating a striking and powerful contrast. The armor’s design is both functional and otherworldly, featuring intricate demonic patterns, flexible plating for mobility, and glowing energy conduits that pulse with infernal power. Her photorealistic face is fierce and commanding, with sharp, angular features, piercing red eyes that burn with hellish fire, and an expression of unwavering determination. Her long, black hair is styled into wild, braided tendrils, writhing as if alive, adorned with sharp metallic spikes and molten gold hairpins that shimmer with infernal energy. Ethereal, glowing tattoos in vibrant red and black patterns swirl across her arms and face, adding an alluring yet menacing charm to her demonic aesthetic. She wields a massive, spiked greatsword, its blade crackling with demonic energy, and its surface etched with glowing infernal runes, emphasizing her destructive potential. The fiery weapon is a focal point, radiating chaos and raw power. The background is a vivid, hellish landscape, with rivers of molten lava, jagged blackened rocks, and swirling abstract energy currents in shades of deep red, black, and molten gold. The environment amplifies her commanding presence, with billowing smoke and fiery embers creating a sense of motion and intensity. Dramatic cinematic lighting enhances the scene, casting stark shadows and fiery highlights that accentuate the sharp edges of her armor, the glow of her tattoos, and the dynamic movement of her wild hair. Every detail, from the molten energy in her armor to the textures of the hellish landscape, is rendered with hyper-realistic precision in UHD resolution. The composition blends gothic fantasy and futuristic realism, showcasing her as a powerful, elegant, and fearsome demon warrior. Using advanced digital artistry techniques—V-Ray tracing, Unreal Engine 5 rendering, and Substance Painter texturing—the image delivers a visually breathtaking, emotionally powerful masterpiece that embodies strength, darkness, and fiery beauty.

3 months ago

n a crumbling sanctuary built at the end of time, open to the sky and flooded with wild overgrowth, a solitary figure stands on a plinth of fractured obsidian—a synthetic angel, both artifact and oracle, mid-transmission. She is not human. She is not machine. She is the last interface between meaning and forgetting. Her posture is both exalted and worn. One hand raised in silent benediction, the other buried in the tangle of flowering vines wrapping around her legs—life clinging to light, as though nature itself refuses to let go of what she remembers. Etched across her glass-like surface are thin veins of glowing amber: pathways of forgotten prayers, tracing up her legs, over her spine, across her collarbones like fading constellations. Her face is concealed behind a split golden visor, semi-open like the petals of a mechanical flower—revealing only light. From her back, two vast wings made of layered crystalline blades curve upward like collapsed architecture—part cathedral, part ruin. They shimmer not with fire, but with reflected memory, like a sky that forgot how to storm. Around her, broken statuary and shattered machines lie half-swallowed by roots and blossoms. In the distance, a forest made of circuitry burns without smoke—slowly, beautifully. Above, stars pulse in unnatural constellations, forming sigils from before language. Hovering just above her head spins a halo unlike any known form—a fractured ring of refracted glass, filled with flowing text that no longer aligns with any living tongue. It does not glow—it remembers. Rendered in the style of an impressionist-Renaissance hybrid painting, layered with visible brush textures, fog-softened edges, and gold-split chiaroscuro. Warm dusk tones dominate the palette: blood-orange, dusk-lavender, rusted copper, soft pollen white. She is the Benediction Engine—not worshipped, not feared, not obeyed. She simply remains, bearing witness to everything we were, and everything we failed to become.