#AI generated image
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eretzyisrael · 25 days ago
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higherentity · 2 years ago
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sigelfire · 4 months ago
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spikey-fudger · 1 year ago
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He wonders if the same tapestry of constellations is reflected in her eyes in this same moment. He's aware enough to recognize the absurdity of the thought. Unimaginable distance stands between them two, they might as well be on opposite ends of the galaxy.
Still, he continues to look up and imagines that the stars that he sees are hers. And the secret place in his heart whispers that tonight, maybe she, millions of miles away, is gazing back at his.
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the-proship-playhouse · 3 months ago
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Shout out to that time I was playing with an AI image generator, was trying to get cute images of lolis in cute dresses, and randomly the generator was like
"you like lolis ey? Then how about THIS"
and proceeded to give me images of lolis lifting their skirts to show their panties, and [what I can interoperate as] the perspective of someone getting their face sat on by a loli.
Like- damn boi why are you teasing meXD
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meiplays · 29 days ago
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Title: My Little Crow
Pairing: Crowley x Reader
Warnings: Pure fluff, soft!Crowley, pet names, mild possessiveness, emotional intimacy, Hell imagery, throne cuddles
Word Count: ~850
Summary: In the heart of Hell, Crowley lets down his guard for the only soul who ever made him feel human. His little crow.
A/N: Because we all deserve to be pampered on the King of Hell’s lap. He might rule with fire, but for you? He melts.
꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚꒷︶꒷꒥꒷‧₊˚
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(The ai generated image of Crowley & Reader - Chefs Kiss)
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The throne beneath you is stone and shadow, carved from pride and centuries of sin. But none of that matters—not when you’re curled up in Crowley’s lap, your body draped across his like you were made to rest there.
His hand strokes slow patterns on your back, the other tangled in your hair, knuckles brushing lightly behind your ear. His touch is gentle in a way that almost feels dangerous. As if softness, in this place, is the most forbidden thing of all.
“Settle in, my little crow,” he murmurs, voice all gravel and velvet. “The kingdom can wait.”
You sigh against him, your nose tucked beneath the edge of his collar, breathing in the scent of smoke, scotch, and something only you get to know. Something warm.
He presses a kiss to the crown of your head.
And then another.
And another.
“My precious little crow,” he whispers between kisses, each one like a litany. “My secret. My softness. My damnation.”
You smile, eyes half-lidded. “That’s dramatic, even for you.”
Crowley chuckles, low and fond. “Don’t mock me when I’m being sentimental, love.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it.”
You shift, nuzzling closer, your legs draped over his thigh and your fingers lazily tracing the buttons of his shirt. His gaze drops to your hands—delicate, familiar, his—and for a moment, the weight of Hell, the politics, the games… it all vanishes.
“You make me forget what I am,” he murmurs. “What this place made me.”
“You don’t have to forget,” you say quietly. “Just… let me see the rest of you.”
He kisses you like an answer—slow, deep, and reverent. Not hungry. Not impatient. Just his little crow in his arms, his throne no longer cold, no longer empty.
“You’re the only creature who’s ever perched here without trembling,” he says against your mouth, and you laugh into the kiss.
“Maybe because I know you’d never drop me.”
His brows lift. “Never. I’d tear this place down first.”
There’s a flicker in his eyes then—something fierce, something feral—but it softens the moment you press your forehead to his. You can feel his breath against your lips, his hand cradling the back of your head like you’re the most delicate, most dangerous thing he’s ever touched.
“You’re mine,” he murmurs, not like a command—but like a prayer.
You nod, whispering, “Yours.”
Crowley tilts his head, lips ghosting over your cheek, your jaw, your throat. “My little crow,” he says again, like the name alone is sacred. “I should be punishing a traitor right now. Or at least brokering some ridiculous deal. Instead…”
“Instead, you’re pampering me,” you tease.
He smiles against your skin. “As if you don’t deserve every drop of it.”
You melt into him, the firelight flickering in the corners of the throne room. His hand roams from your waist to your shoulder, slow and languid, his thumb sweeping gentle strokes over your arm. Each movement says mine in a language older than words.
You wonder if any demon watching would even recognize him like this—crowned in shadows, but holding you like a star fallen into his lap. You wonder if they’d dare speak of it, the way the King of Hell becomes something else when his little crow is near.
He presses a kiss just below your ear. “I’d burn this whole bloody pit to keep you safe.”
“I know.”
“And if anyone touches a feather on my little crow’s head…”
“They won’t,” you interrupt, smiling softly. “No one gets close enough.”
Crowley leans back, watching you with something dangerously close to awe. His fingers find your hand, threading through your fingers with unexpected tenderness.
“Stay,” he whispers. “Just like this. A little longer.”
You settle against him again, the beat of his heart beneath your ear, his hand wrapped securely around yours.
“I’ll stay as long as you’ll have me.”
Crowley’s voice is quiet. “Forever, then.”
In the heart of Hell, its king sits on his throne—not alone, not cold—but with his little crow curled in his lap, kissed soft and worshipped quiet.
And for once, the fires do not roar.
They glow.
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blake078 · 7 months ago
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Pics of women in tuxedo generated by AI
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mijamija1234 · 5 months ago
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Dave in the moving image
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dbergantin · 3 months ago
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Entrambe le opere/Both works:
© Devis Bergantin, Faccia felice, 2025, immagine generata dall'intelligenza artificiale, databending e fotoritocco, 400 x 401 pixel © Devis Bergantin, Happy face, 2025, AI generated image, databending and photo editing, 400 x 401 pixels
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clouds-of-wings · 4 months ago
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Another amazing AI generated advertisement. Featuring a dignified older gentleman with the latest innovation in robot fashion:
THE FLYTIE!
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heartofmuse · 2 years ago
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You always guide me;
Your soul,
A pathway among the stars.
e.v.e.
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leam1983 · 9 days ago
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That Mesopotamian Bastard...
Messing around with ChatGPT's image generation capabilities...
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higherentity · 2 years ago
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e-bird-online · 1 month ago
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AI Design Tools: The New Era
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Midjourney (for generating images and illustrations)
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Demonstrate how these tools can automate tedious tasks like generating design concepts, color schemes, and layouts.
Offer a glimpse of how AI is changing the role of designers: from manual execution to creative direction.
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Good design is obvious. Great design is transparent.
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Visuals as a Language
Design communicates through color, typography, layout, imagery, and other visual elements. Good design translates complex thoughts into simple, understandable visuals.
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graphicalartandesign990 · 1 month ago
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Contrast and Emphasis: Creating Visual Impact
The use of contrasting colors in ancient Indian art: How bright hues like red and yellow are juxtaposed with cooler tones for emphasis. The role of negative space in Indian sculptures and paintings: How empty areas create a sense of depth and enhance the impact of the subject. Understanding the use of scale and size to create visual hierarchy: How central figures and objects are emphasized through their size.
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Visual Communication
Purpose: To convey information visually rather than through text alone.
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Working Principle: Use of imagery, typography, and layout to quickly attract and inform the viewer.
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