Taaplari

Pixarized face. Let's not focus on symmetry lol

• Model: Stable

• Size: 1128 X 929 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: female portrait
  • Using base image: Yes

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• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1643 X 1278 (2.10 MP)

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  • Prompt: a room full of many different fruits
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Candyish scene

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: cotton candy landscape
  • Using base image: Yes

Painting? Whimsical?

• Model: Realismo

• Size: 1920 X 1080 (2.07 MP)

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  • Prompt: Painting of a whimsical cottage near the water.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

• Model: FluX

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: (Sound: Distant church bells ringing, not the old warning clang, but… different. Lighter? The ragged breathing of a child just stopped running.) Her Thoughts (Racing, fragmented): Bells? ...Not the run-to-the-cellar bells. Not the hide-under-the-table bells. Sweaty hands... sticky on the wall. Mama’s spoon... dropped it. Clattered loud, so loud... scared me. But... the shouting outside... it’s... happy? Laughing? Not the bad shouting. The other kind. Like... before? (A deep, shaky breath) Look. Up the alley. Old Man Petro... crying? But... smiling? Waving his stick like a flag? "Over!" Someone yelled it. Right past me. "It’s over!" Over... like... finished? Done? Like... dinner done? But... war? Can it be... done? The sky... it’s just grey. Same grey. But... the birds? (Listens) Hear them? Really hear them? Not drowned out by... by the nothing sound? The waiting sound? That’s gone? Just... birds. And bells. And... laughing? Real laughing? My belly... still pinches. Empty. Always empty. But... maybe... maybe now? The trucks... the ones with sacks... maybe they come here again? Like before... remember? The flour sacks? White dust on Papa’s nose... (A tiny, hesitant smile flickers) Beans? Maybe... beans tonight? Papa... (The thought stutters, a familiar ache) ...He was going for wood. When the big boom... (Shakes head violently, fists clench) No. No thinking that. Not now. Now is over. The man said. OVER. So... maybe... maybe Papa finds his way back? Roads are safe now? Safe... (Tests the word) Safe. Like... no boots stomping? No windows shaking? Just... birds. And bells. My shoe... (Looks down at the broken shoe, toe poking out) Mama said... when it’s over... maybe... new shoes? Not maybe. Will. She will say it. Later. When she knows. When I tell her. "Mama! Mama, it’s OVER!" (Imagines running home, the words bursting out) She’ll drop the mending. Her eyes... they’ll get big. Then wet. Then... maybe she’ll laugh? That sound... her real laugh... like sunshine in a cup... School? The broken place... with the hole in the roof? Will Teacher Maria come back? With the book... the one with colours? Maybe... maybe I can learn the big words? The ones that mean things? Not just "run" and "hide" and "quiet"? Chickens! (The thought bursts bright) Granny’s chickens! The fox... or the soldiers... took them. But... maybe now? A little chick? Yellow. Fluffy. Like a dandelion puff. We could keep it safe. Feed it scraps. Watch it grow... not afraid. Just... grow. (A long, slow breath. The frantic energy settles slightly. A fragile hope blooms, sharp and sweet.) Over. It’s really... over. The big dark thing... the monster under the whole town... it’s... gone? Slinked away? No more hiding. No more shaking. Just... bells. Birds. And maybe... maybe tomorrow... isn’t just another hungry, scared day? Maybe... maybe it’s... beans? And sunshine? And quiet? (Leans her forehead against the cool brick wall. Lets the bells wash over her. A single tear traces a clean path through the dust on her cheek. It’s not a sad tear. It’s... different. Like rain after a long, long drought.) Just... quiet.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

First one using 'random' -option instead of ...

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: Vivid colorful portrait of an Ancient Persian priestess.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Sliding thing and potentially land fishes too

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1792 X 1024 (1.84 MP)

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  • Prompt: Whimsical illustration of a small cottage surrounded by nature. Illustration should be detailed.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Autumn

• Model: Realismo

• Size: 1920 X 1080 (2.07 MP)

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  • Prompt: Autumn. It doesn't arrive. It was always here, waiting. A guest in the house of summer, silent in the attic, polishing its knives of cold air. The first sign is not a color. It is a change in the light's grammar. The sun, once a loud orator, now speaks in short, golden sentences and sets before it has finished its point. The second sign is an absence. The mosquito's high, thin sermon is over. The water holds its breath, turning its surface to dark glass no longer willing to reflect your lies of permanence. Then the trees. They stop pretending. The frantic, exhausting green gives way to the brief, brutal honesty of yellow and red— a last, violent confession before the silence. And you, you feel it in your teeth. The body, that old animal, remembers the contract. The mind begins to clear its clutter, throwing out the cheap souvenirs of July. There is work to be done. Wood to be stacked. Thoughts to be sharpened. Autumn is not a season of dying. It is a season of seeing things for what they are.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape_wide

Neural net didn't obey 100% lol

• Model: Stable

• Size: 1449 X 1449 (2.10 MP)

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  • Prompt: a pipe between a tree stump and a large rock
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Charming Cabin in a Serene Forest Retreat

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Pencil drawing of a hut in the forest, sketchy lines.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Things

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: Imagine a quaint treehouse nestled on the fringe of a small, serene meadow. This unique abode is adorned with an eclectic collection of objects, each with its own story, meticulously gathered by the owner over many years. These treasures range from the whimsical to the practical, creating a tapestry of memories and imagination. Surrounding the treehouse, on the lush grass, lie some of the more substantial finds - intriguing devices and artifacts, each inviting curiosity and wonder. This scene is a harmonious blend of nature and nostalgia, where every item adds to the narrative of this magical retreat.
  • Using base image: No
  • Aspect Ratio: square