Started with a sketch from a reference image, pen and brush tip marker on paper, and then #Midjourney using it's --cref function, and then #DrawingbotV3 for editing the line work and CMYK conversion. Then Magnific..
Transform your bathroom into a whimsical wonderland with this vibrant shower curtain featuring an enchanting garden of colorful flowers and butterflies. A perfect gift for yourself or someone special.
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DJT - the presidential scent, taste and feel of Rikers. Now 20 bucks off at commissary in your local jail with code: #stinkyorangefuck .
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Don’t Drop the Soap!
DJT - the presidential scent, taste and feel of Rikers. Now 20 bucks off at commissary in your local jail with code: #stinkyorangefuck .
34 counts!
Don’t Drop the Soap!
DJT - the presidential scent, taste and feel of Rikers. Now 20 bucks off at commissary in your local jail with code: #stinkyorangefuck .
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The Last Crusaders are coming home. Defeated, if you believe what everyone say. They did lost Holy Land, but not empty handed. They have treasure beyond imagination in their hands, and They'll use it to pay for the for the spectacle that will mark the end of their order. They have a mission: protect the knowledge of the future they found in a cave. They know where other parts of that treasure are, and They'll make sure it is found when the right time comes… #WritingPrompt
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It was just a misunderstanding--"grail," for us, is a kind of breakfast roll--but suddenly we're neck-deep in knights with long lines at breakfast.
Sir Galahad is learning to bake breakfast rolls, which is charming, and Sir Gawain is providing scholarly insights into angels dancing on pinheads. However, several haven't returned from their side-quest to Liberate the Sun, and the rest are quite rowdy.
Might you perchance consider recalling your knights? #MicroFiction
Unleash your creativity with this spiral notebook featuring my vibrant AI creation of an office supply sprint. Perfect for capturing all your ideas on the go.
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Captain Stewart hated the new company rules. "We will celebrate every memorial day, no matter how ridiculous. Think of the children". Hence today's uniform. Who had the idea of a Day of Pirates? Here he was, in charge of the entire operation of the ship, while the rest of the bridge crew was entertaining the passengers. But that let him keep his true mission in secret. The cargo would be safely delivered. A working cold fusion drive. Then he would be free… #WritingPrompt
Browns makes the best boots, but they're ugly. If one wanted to change the situation, one would need to blend with the Kowloon ship traffic, like so. Then slip into their factory control, like so. One would--oops! avoid those cameras, perhaps by (carefully) walking across the beam they hang from. Then update the design... and everyone gets nicer boots. With (ding!) a special delivery for oneself.
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The first test of the weapon was successful beyond the development team's wildest dreams. Way, way beyond. They used the experimental reactors meant for the ISS-2, and they used them without permission. It'd have take years to get the authorization. They wouldn't live to see the paperwork done, so they did it "by their guns", as one of the scientists likes to say. The weapon created a tornado that destroyed half of the state, by the way. That was by design… #WritingPrompt
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Dr. Janice T. had desperately tried to find her first subject. A young woman had been treated with various substances during her pregnancy, but she was afraid the scientist wanted to take away her child. Before giving birth to her son, she left the hospital and moved out of the state.
The family lived in a small municipality in the Midwest, and the boy was considered an freak. Since he and his mother had moved in, several unexplainable incidents had occurred.
Although there was no proof, people suspected him of being the cause of dying cattle, a fire at the school, mysterious car accidents, and more. When he turned 16, they gave him a cruel present. A car ran over his dog; he found the animal’s body in the garden.
"Marla, I have to talk to you and your son," Dr. T. shouted through the closed door. "Please, let me talk to you!"
Rain was pouring down and the wind began to howl. "Please, open the door, there is something you need to know!"
The door remained closed. She was soaking wet as she tried to get back to her car.