Satan’s Gorgeous Bride

I took a couple of the images I’d created for the ‘Beautiful Demon’ series, and added the prompt ‘satan’s gorgeous bride’ to them…

… these are some of the wonderful results…

… it often takes days, sometimes longer, of disappointing results, lots of them, before Mj starts to produce the imagery I am going for…

… but this time, the seed images I’d created were so strong that Mj turned out results like these right from the start, something that is also not always guaranteed…

… for instance, I am still absorbed in creating these beautiful, demonic babes, and am currently trying to give them black lipstick… do you think Mj can grasp what that means?… hell, no! If I put ‘black lipstick’ in the prompt line, Mj blithely gives them beautiful, lush, ruby red lips, and a piece of black cloth stuck on their face, or black patterns around their eyes… it clearly has no comprehension of what ‘black lipstick’ is… I tried ‘black lips’, and got the same, gormless results… I even uploaded an image of beautiful, black lipstick (on beautiful lips, of course), and it still struggled with the concept!…

… anyway, it totally ran with ‘satan’s gorgeous bride’ (:

Beautiful Demon

From the gorgeous images of my burning ‘witches’…

… it wasn’t, for me, a huge step to imagine them transmogrifying into ‘demons’…

… which would really have given the swaggering, blustering, cowardly ‘men of god’ who had raped and tortured these innocent woman…

… the biggest shock of their pathetic fantasy lives, the lives where they were protected by an imaginary man in the sky, who allowed them to pursue their sick interests in ‘his’ name, without any recourse…

… a man in the sky they had never seen, nor ever seen any indication of ‘his’ awesome power, but were perfectly happy to be a part of ‘his’ control over medieval life, and medieval woman in particular…

… imagine their squeaking reaction when one of their victims transformed into an actual, incredibly powerful ‘demon’…

… a demon who was not particularly amused, nor given to letting this little ‘misunderstanding’ go unpunished…

… of course, in my pantheon, ‘demons’, like Fae, are actually extra-terrestrial beings, nothing to do with the religious imaginings of men…

… but, even if they don’t come from ‘hell’, they still have powers beyond human comprehension…

… and, should they choose…

… are as capable of turning a particularly loathsome mortal and his equally repulsive followers, inside out, as they are of turning them to stone. Or not, depending on how annoyed they are. Either way, they will always look stunning, doing it (:

Burn Her

I have often fantasised about what would have happened if the cowardly, misogynistic thugs, and their unattractive, bitter, finger-pointing enablers, who burned bright, independent young woman as ‘witches’, had accidentally burned someone who was, perhaps even unknowing, actually some kind of powerful creature…

… and instead of screaming and begging, the flames caused her to sigh in delight…

… as they transmogrified her mortal shell into her actual, elemental body, her real powers suddenly blossoming…

… would she look at the her feeble-minded accusers with wrathful, power-filled eyes, before giving them a taste of their own punishment?…

… or would she look down of their fear-drenched, grovelling forms with the distain they deserved…

… and, with a flick of her mind, turn the flames into gorgeous raiment?

Plasmic Evolution

I recently pursued evolving this gorgeous, gossamer/fluid-like substance…

… which I quickly began calling ‘plasma’, for want of a better name…

… and while, technically, it isn’t, artistically, and close-enough-for-me…

… it totally is! Gorgeous space-substance…

… drifting through the vastness of interstellar space…

… slowly evolving…

… into space flowers (:

Pure Gorgeousness

I kind of hit the wall, with my satisfaction with my Mj output, about a month ago…

… admittedly, I also drastically reduced the intensity of my addiction…

… to the the point where it is now September, and I have yet to run out of ‘fast’ render time from August…

… for the first time, ever… usually I have blasted through my fast time, half way through the month…

… so, whether I hit a wall, or I just haven’t been putting in the grind, I have felt the standard of my recent output has been pretty mediocre…

… right up until a few days ago…

… when I just got on a roll (still at a newly casual pace) and started producing these absolute beauties…

… I am in love with them all…

… pure gorgeousness (:

Earendel Rising

The first thing that struck us, when we arrived at Earendel Rising, was the brobdingnagian scale of the place…

… this ‘building’ is like some Third Reich lunatics acid dream… we hardly saw any other avi’s here, but the ones we did see were always huddled around the few actual people-scaled places…

… the upper levels are vaguely places a living being might feel comfortable…

… but, historically, and certainly psychologically…

… this kind of architectural scale is designed to awe, if not to straight out intimidate…

… this is a place for giants and megalomaniacs…

… not for tiny beings…

… I’m not running it down…

… it’s a wonderful build…

… but the size is overwhelming…

… it’s not really a ‘building’…

… it’s more of a massive, tiered plaza…

… multiple, stacked, pseudo-classical/brutalist spaces…

… where people go…

… to feel small, and insignificant. Still, as I said, it’s a spectacular build, and definitely worth a visit, so you can make up your own mind about whether you feel comfortable, or irrelevant, here.