I started developing a concept of albino-esque, warrior beauties. It took about a week to start getting this level of results… Mj doesn’t understand ‘albino’, with the same, unfathomable reasoning that it can’t grasp the concept of ‘black lipstick’. Anyway, after many prompt experiments, it started giving me these beauties…
… I’m sure you’ve gathered, by now, I adore this kind of imagery of strong, even fiercely, beautiful woman…
… non-conventional beauty, and all-the-more alluring for the fact…
… my mind spins entire narratives around these wonderful images…
… whole stories of unbroken loyalty and eternal love.
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’ (:
… 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 (:
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?
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.
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