#WritingFromIsolationWard
Month: April 2023
Generated in Stable Diffusion with a seed of 2418606849
“line art illustration of Johnny cash dressed as an old-west undertaker, standing amongst crowds of faded ghosts in a moss-covered graveyard, violent storm in sky,detailed, gritty,asymmetrical”
I used a specific model, but I played with this in a few, that seed is magical on a couple of them
What kind of Imp?
If you’re familiar with Superman, you’re probably familiar with Mister Mxyzptlk in some form. He’s a 5th Dimensional Being who has taken a liking to Superman, and has on occasion been used to establish elseworlds style changes to the world “what if Superman was A Girl?” that kind of thing. So I’m referring to AI Drawing tools, they are really neat, but they are not a replacement for actual skill, there’s a bit of skill in creating prompts that work, but it’s not super science, not yet.
So you don’t really get “what you want” most of the time, you get something close for example
This image was made with this prompt “line art illustration of a Cyborg cowgirl, tall and sleek, walking with purpose along the street in an old-time ghost town,detailed, gritty,asymmetrical” It’s pretty close to what I wanted, the faces aren’t great but this is not the singular subject either, I’m actually looking for androgynous but that comes up inhuman every time.
This is right in the correct place, do I just freeze my seed here and make adjustments, let’s try.
Wow, except the face this is pretty close to what I was looking for. 5th Dimensional Imps, I tell you.
I Take it back, with a couple small adjustments, I’ve got myself a new Wellpaper Candidate
Seed: 2418606849
Wind and dust and the smell of desert herb that comes with the only moisture of the day with the meager morning dew whipped by the winds of dawn and riven through the dry bones of the last Ghost Town in the Last Ghost State in the Whole Damned Ghost United States.
It’d been decades since the town had seen a stable visitor. There still came the odd visitor, a curious type looking for some evidence of America here in a park set up for families in a time of peace.
Every day the Cyborg Cowboy would patrol the empty streets, ferreting out animals and repairing the whole facility. It never wanted for parts or power, or even for function, there was a non-stop stream of animals into the compound. Drawn by the noise of the musical machines in the bar and the sounds of gun-fights that played over the loudspeakers.
The Cyborg was freed every night at closing time. A voice will announce: “Good Night, Buckaroos!”
And the Cyborg finds herself free of the yoke of the day, she can wander the empty streets and investigate the fences and decide whether to let the animals in again that night.
