Platypus of Truth

 Coup de grace.

  Sans tete a'jourdhui.

 Tete a tete. Yoga was made for holding the heads of your enemies in interesting ways. The problem, of course, is that ballerinas rely on having as little body fat as possible, while a gladiatrix should have a good cushion of fat for protection. Which is it, Games Workshop?

 

 The Sisters of Battle may have given up their kinks, but Lelith Hesperax wore more clothes when I was playing. Here, we have the picture colored, corrected, and filtered. 

 La Triumph du Lilith Hesparax

 Where is my Super Suit? Always be specific that you want "Power Suit Samus" when dealing with AI. After a few wasted credits, I got muh "Super Suit". Don't mess. A little more like Iron Man, but love the computer screens and eyes. I like the guarded expression and dark lighting here. All images were created using Starryai and are enhanced for a 50 iteration prompt: Power Suit Samus Aran in Ridley's Lair.

In later years, did Bedwyr unclose his heart unto an aged brother as 'neath a smoking yew tree the twain reclined in the hour before the Vesper Bell would ring. And that good brother made record of all he learned that bards in after-years wrought into song and story. But one tale did he by word impart unto the father of Aenerin, whose son sang it thus when the the fires were lit in the high halls of Din Eiden, that Saxon fires made a name, and nothing more.  I There was in Gwynedd Vivian, enchantress. Born in battle was she- Blood born- In the sword-storm, in the raven’s feast Bold- she came to Arthur’s high hall. Spell-weaver, she joined with Medraud, King’s bane, unweaver, unnamer. Bold will I make to tell the tale. Bold will I make before the court. Bold will I make before the fire. Bold will I make to sing the song. When in time Vivian went wandering Down hidden paths Seeking secret knowledge, Merlin-masteries, She came, for her steps led her, Unto that tree-fast-prison. Wind. 

and again... (Glorfindel fights the Balrog in Starryai: Studio Ghibli style enhanced to Illustration)

Glorfindel in anime style Glorfindel in Studio Ghibli style And again. Except the Balrog might be Calcifer with, um, limbs...

Pleasant are the meads of Oxenford in Spring where clerks in ancient robes tell tales and dream. And one, whose fathers had been kings, sang this song to deer that grazed. In idle hour, an old Phoenician listening wrote it down, 'twixt thoughts of swaying cedars that are no more. Twelve are the hours of the Day and Night, Twelve the Months of the rounded Year. Twelve are the Apostles of our Christ, and Twelve the Battles of the King.  On Badon's hill did Arthur wear The Queen of Heaven on his shield, Forth in the front of war until "They break," quoth he and Glorious Dawn blazed her corona O're his head: a terror to the sons of Horse Who from the Maiden's image fled. The Cymry ruled for fifty years the Isle of the Britons bless'd, Till Medraud raised his banner 'i the North, and then the Bear came charging forth, to fight and die and live once more When Saxon dragons thunder. These words did Talliesin sing, Wrapped in the splendor of his Dream, While L

In Fall, the trees from Lyonesse to Logres burn in Autumn flashes. So did the heart of Tristram as singing songs of Lancelot and the Queen he rode, thinking of Fair Isolt who late from Eire did come to Mark, the Cornish King. In the woodland glade at fragrant evening he met Dagonet, Arthur's Fool, skipping as a leaf to the burning music of his addled thought. "Skip ye then to my music, Sir Fool", he cried. And Dagonet did not but listen as the leaves waved and danced. "Like ye not my music," smiled the errant knight. "Ye skip well enough to music half as good." "Oh, thy music is fair enough", quoth the Fool, "But I can make a song as well as thou." And from the broken music of his mind, Dagonet echoed back a shadow of the song that Tristram made: In the pl ume of foaming splendor, past the fecund water reads, Shot the bark of fair Ettaine, Lilly-lady-fair Elaine, Whom the people of that region, Where the lady lost her reason, And ne

  Pen and marker with and without filter.

 Classic Anime style courtesy of Starryai: It's in the style of "Ghost in the Shell," but I'm getting definite "Evangelion" vibes. I can see why artists worry about these AI programs. Enough tooling around with even the free version can produce quality images to cover a host of basic needs. Now, if you want something with fingers... not so much.

  The name "Naugladur" cries out for a little Chaos Dwarf influence. The beard should be imagined to go down to his belt.

 Samus Aran in the style of Ghost in the Shell, courtesy of Starryai.

Cover idea for "The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue" by V.E. Schwab.

Addie LaRue and her sea of stars, courtesy of Starryai. "Oh how should I not lust for Thee, Eternity, and for the wedding ring of rings, The Ring of Recurrence. Never did I meet the [man] by whom I wanted children, unless it be this [man] that I love. For I love Thee, oh Eternity. For I love Thee, oh Eternity." Beware the gods who come at night! Who looks into the Darkness may find the Darkness looking back. Beware the Sons of Slave Morality and the avoid the Sorcerer. Your life should be a work of Art. If you've read Nietzsche, you've read Addie LaRue; right down to the disconcerting whiff of antisemitism.

  Liriel Silverlocks, a stock Reaper Miniatures miniature. Lizzie too, from an abandoned novel.

  Elwing.

 Chibi Luthien and Huan courtesy of Starryai.

  Metroid 

  Beren.

  Olenya in Rothko Orange.

  Becoming Beren, courtesy of J.R.R. Tolkien and Starryai.

  Luthien, courtesy of Starryai and starting image of Edith Bratt Tolkien.

  Luthien. 

  Brave Saint Lizzie. 

 The Drowning of the Sun II, courtesy of Starryai

 Nienori's Jump courtesy of Starryai.

The Idol of Nan Dungortheb The trees of Nan Dungortheb. All courtesy of Starryai.

 Connecticut would like you to get off its lawn before it has to tell you, moron. StarryAI says this is what the average person from Connecticut looks like. The facial expression is perfect.

 Neinori at the Silver Basin 

 Turin, son of Urin a la Sutton Hoo.

 Turin Turambar as an outlaw.

 The Foaloke.

  The Doom of Urin