Angel cat?
LordOfTheKarps
Laughing
Mostra parametri
- Immissione richiesta originale
- Elara gripped the splintering wood of her hand-me-down broom, her knuckles pale with fierce concentration. At sixteen, she was desperately tired of being the smallest in her coven. Her petite frame was practically swallowed whole by the standard-issue obsidian robes that draped clumsily off her narrow shoulders, and she often felt entirely invisible next to the imposing, statuesque witches in her advanced charms class. While her peers were busy manifesting dramatic thunderstorms and conjuring thick, brooding shadows to prove their maturity, Elara was just trying to get a basic animation hex to work without accidentally setting the headmistress’s prized begonias on fire. She stood alone in the overgrown academy greenhouse, the humid evening air thick with the scent of night-blooming jasmine and damp earth. She took a deep breath, adjusting her grip on the worn ash handle. "Focus on the intent, not the aesthetic," she reminded herself, echoing her grandmother’s favorite piece of advice. She closed her eyes, channeling the restless, anxious energy buzzing in her chest down through her arms and into her fingertips. (huge breasts:3.0) With a sharp, decisive flick of her wrist, she pointed her free hand toward a stack of heavy terracotta pots. She muttered the incantation under her breath, bracing herself for the usual fizzle of disappointing grey smoke. Instead, the quiet greenhouse was instantly bathed in a blinding, effervescent light. A sudden burst of cotton-candy pink exploded from her palm. Swirling ribbons of glowing pink sparkles danced into the air, illuminating the shadows with a warm, neon incandescence. The magical stardust cascaded around her in a glittering, chaotic vortex, clinging to the stiff bristles of her broom and turning the ancient wood a shimmering, iridescent rose. It wasn't the fierce, intimidating violet hue her instructor demanded, and it certainly wasn't traditional. The terracotta pots didn't just animate; they sprouted delicate, glowing wings made of pure pink light, hovering playfully around her head like curious moths. As her broom hummed with pure, vibrating energy and gently lifted her three feet off the stone floor, Elara couldn't help but laugh out loud. Her magic was vibrant, unapologetically bright, and entirely her own. She leaned forward, the pink stardust trailing behind her like a brilliant comet, and zipped straight through the open glass roof into the starry night.
- Dimensione
- 960 x 1280
- Passaggi di campionamento
- 8
- Metodo di campionamento
- DDIM
- Scala CFG
- 4.5
- Negativo
- human, multiple tails, modern, recent, old, oldest, graphic, cartoon, text, painting, crayon, graphite, abstract, glitch, deformed, mutated, ugly, disfigured, long body, lowres, bad anatomy, bad hands, missing fingers, extra digits, fewer digits, cropped, very displeasing, (worst quality, bad quality:1.2), sketch, jpeg artifacts, signature, watermark, username, simple background, conjoined, bad ai-generated
