Here’s some stunningly gorgeous Fae princesses, because…
… hell, why not!?…
… I have yet to tire of using Mj to create such fabulous eye-candy…
… and, of course, these sweet creatures are, if you follow and are familiar with me/my work, central themes in my various fantasy musings…
… reality needs more exposure to such other-worldly, pure, guileless beings…
… like the ones I populate my fantasy realms with. Of course, if you know me, you’ll also know these cuties, though innocent, can turn you to a pile of embers if you piss them off (:
The Travellers are members of an ancient, highly secretive order…
… they are chosen from all the humanoid races in the galaxy…
… always female, they are recruited from the ranks of the brightest young things, usually, though not always, when they are still quite young…
… their mission is to visit all the inhabited worlds in the galaxy…
… they travel between these worlds in suspended animation, in ships whose technology is known only to their order…
… as a result of these long spans in transit stasis, they are, chronologically, extremely old. They usually spend decades on a planet, carefully observing every aspect of that places culture and development…
… then return to their hidden home-world to report what they have observed, where that knowledge is stored in a vast archive that contains the greatest collection of such data anywhere in the known universe…
… though they always operate alone, they are far from unprotected, or defenceless… they are trained in the most efficient fighting techniques from all the worlds, and protected by invisible nanotech devices which are basically armoured space suits, so they are impervious to most physical threats, though they are also highly skilled in the arts of diplomacy and threat assessment, so generally avoid physical altercations…
… though their order is secretive, it is also known to the ruling elites of most planets, who buy the services of the orders data analysts, hence the Travellers are generally treated as ambassadors. Their lives are long, and exciting, fascinating, and glamorous.
When a Daemon loses control of the colossal power she has wielded for so long…
… that energy rips her Daemon shell apart…
… she explodes across the sky of whatever primordial world she was working on, often creating one last world in her dying, pyrotechnic paroxysm…
… but it is only her Daemon shell that is destroyed…
… she is transmogrified, in those cathartic seconds of atomic annihilation… she becomes something else. She finds herself on one of the nascent worlds she built. She is no-longer Daemon, she is made of nearly indestructible star-matter…
… she is now a World Guardian, her aeons of building work are over, she can now rest for a while. Eventually this world will have other, mortal inhabitants, who she will care for. To them, of course, she will be a god.
We hung my latest work in our Artemis gallery, the other day. I put one downstairs, and five upstairs. The downstairs one now means my newest Mj work is now sharing space with my oldest Mj work. Though my Mj work has definitely matured since I first begun playing with it, nearly a year ago, now, I still really like those first works, and feel they nicely compliment my latest work…
… I absolutely love these latest images…
… not only are they exactly what I wanted Mj to depict…
… but I also seem to have perfected getting Mj to give me consistent, relevant backgrounds…
… as I said in a recent post, I achieve what I want to get from Mj by actually not doing what everyone else seems to do! I’ve found I get my best results from constant reiteration of promising images with very limited prompts…
… and by liberal use of ‘re-rolling’, and the ‘Vary-Strong’ tool…
… it has all payed off with these gorgeous, rich images…
Bambi was all set for a night of fun in Virtual Vegas, but she found herself here, instead…
… she’s not sure where ‘here’ is, only that it sure as hell isn’t Vegas, and that everything keeps changing, even her avatar…
… she’s been here for months, now. She never gets tired, or thirsty, and she has to admit, it’s kinda pretty here. She’s not sure what to do. None of her verbal, or mental commands to her VR rig seem to work, and, even weirder, she can not feel, or even really remember her physical body, so can’t even manually disconnect…
… what Bambi doesn’t know is that, milliseconds after she logged in to her VR rig, her house was hit by lightning. Millions of volts killed her body…
… and her mind got blasted into virtual reality… but not her cheap VR rigs virtual reality, she got blasted through that, into the virtual reality that underlies holographic reality. She is here forever.
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