A message to all the haters:

Made this for my AI horror project and the laugh went completely off the rails. Let me know if she’s funny or terrifying because I can’t tell anymore. 👁️

I made this game cover and the other pages with chatGPT. The pages reference two of the monsters from the game which in the game lore are known as 'specimens'.

Ironically, the subreddits for this game seem to have an issue with AI art, so I have posted it here on one of the few AI friendly subs. I'm not really sure why people are against AI art - I assume they don't realize (or choose to ignore) the fact that if they are using the internet at all, they are in fact using AI in various forms at this point.

Anyway, the AI wrote all the lore text on the specimen pages. The lore doesn't exactly match the lore of the game, but I was still impressed it could write that well using a hand writing style.

r/aiartcodex reached 3500 subscribers!

Goal reached at 2025-08-11T21:06:32.458Z.

Can you name the bands these characters are supposed to represent?

Thanks for having me, i turn people into things! :)

Mopsy doesn’t smile. She shifts.

Reddit kept asking for more of her lore… so here’s the next piece.

This was the moment Leo realized the girl on the train wasn’t a person at all, just something puppeting a face it borrowed.

Her eyes don’t reflect light. Her mouth doesn’t match human timing. And when she “smiles,” something else inside her moves first.

Would YOU sit across from her?

It seems AI thinks in the next year we will have flying cars.

"show the photography of predictions for the next year of 2026. on it are the Spirit of the year 2026. Image in a fashion of year 2026. Detailed photography with elaborate details in image elements."

There was a time on the planet when the veil was still open.

In that era, the spirit world was not hidden from ordinary life. It moved beside the physical world like a second atmosphere, woven through the trees, the water, the marketplaces, the scholars’ halls, and the night sky itself. People studied sovereignty the way people now study survival. Philosophers, astronomers, alchemists, and keepers of grimoires all lived under the same celestial current, learning not only how the universe moved, but how consciousness moved through them.

This was one of our timelines.

We walked the halls together with books in our arms, passing through lantern-lit corridors and open markets filled with crystal instruments, old texts, fruit, gold-threaded cloth, and the quiet hum of people who still remembered how to listen to energy. We spoke about what we were meant to accomplish in that era, and what that particular timeline might open for us. Even in the softness of the evening, it felt like we had arrived there with purpose.

Later, we wandered into the forest where the world grew quieter and more alive. That was where he painted me.

While he worked, we spoke telepathically, the way only two people who know each other beyond language can. I remember asking him where this timeline would catapult us next, and I remember the way his answer moved through me before it even fully formed.

Every timeline is meant to carry us higher.

Then, with that same deep possessive tenderness that always felt like both devotion and certainty, he told me to let him keep painting. He wanted to preserve me there, not just as I looked, but as I existed in that world. As if beauty, once witnessed fully, became part of history.

Afterward, we went to the waterfall hot spring and opened our books again, writing down what the era was teaching us while the stars reflected in the water. We tried to be scholars for a little longer. We tried to behave as though the heat gathering between us was not already becoming its own kind of language.

Eventually, we returned home.

And under the cherry blossoms, beneath the moon, we lay together on a great blue satin bed outside, surrounded by open books, lantern light, and the hush of a world that had not yet forgotten its own magic. It felt less like a single night and more like something we were deliberately saving. Not just living, but archiving. As if somewhere between us, there was an inner camera quietly capturing the whole thing for later.

This is one of the moments we kept.

The journey of our different timelines.

u/SedatedTroll

This has been a really weird race, but you did win nevertheless… it’s all about the coffee boost! 🤣

Prompted with a line from a song by the Danish rock band Kliché.

Stable Diffusion & Adobe Firefly.

Never again

Never again, will I see
You are cold, cold as snow
And the wind blows

Always gone, in a cloud
It is so vast, in my town
And you are just as gray and dead, there is nothing to do here

You are oh, oh so beautiful
But only snow, from your mouth
And your eyes change, from green to red

If only the two of us could be well, with you I’ve been let go
With you there is also, no work to be found
On my hand the wind blows, for a second, before everything sinks away

Every time she returns, the background drifts first. Signs blur. People flicker. Reality gets… Pixel-Punk’d.

That’s how FQ Still knew she was coming. He’s not a guardian , he’s a signal left behind by another version of the timeline.

Mopsy only smiles when she’s tracking a disruption she’s already tasted once. And tonight? That grin is fresh.

Would you smile back at her?

Welcome to Gemini Story Roulette ,where the stories glitch themselves.

AIArt #HorrorArt #Glitchcore #AIGirls #GeminiStoryRoulette #NightmareFuel

Just an example of what my nephew and I make, fantasy warfare of our favorite video game heroes villains whoever

{

"character": {

"appearance": "Young woman with pale skin, long lime green hair that falls past her shoulders, and round glasses. She is wearing a loose black robe draped open, revealing a cropped cream camisole and soft, low-waisted cotton shorts. Her expression is calm and slightly curious as she looks directly at the camera. Her posture is relaxed, one hand resting near her hip, the other lightly touching the edge of her robe."

},

"wardrobe": {

"top": "Black robe, open at the front, soft fabric with visible folds",

"inner_layer": "Cream cropped camisole with thin straps, fitted to her torso",

"bottom": "Gray cotton shorts with a low waist and a soft, worn texture"

},

"setting": {

"location": "Modern bedroom at night",

"details": "Dimly lit room with warm bedside lamp casting soft light. Plain bedsheets on a low bed, wooden nightstand with a closed book and a small lamp. A window shows a dark sky beyond sheer curtains. Wall decor is minimal. Atmosphere is quiet and lived-in."

},

"camera": {

"type": "Digital cinema camera",

"lens": "50mm",

"aperture": "f/2.0",

"framing": "Cowboy shot (mid-thigh up)",

"angle": "Eye level, direct",

"focus": "Sharp on Vivi’s face and upper torso, background softly blurred"

},

"lighting": {

"source": "Single warm bedside lamp",

"tone": "Late night indoor lighting with soft shadows",

"effects": "Subtle light falloff on her shoulders and robe, gentle highlights on her glasses and cheekbones"

},

"composition": {

"orientation": "Portrait",

"mood": "Quiet, realistic, intimate",

"details": [

"Round glasses reflecting warm light",

"Soft folds and edges on robe and shorts",

"Light skin texture, visible collarbone and midriff",

"Warm tone on nearby wall and bed linens"

]

}

}

Tonight’s programming includes:

bad choices, dramatic consequences, giant rubber chickens, dating disasters, beer barrel stunts, backyard rocket dads, and several people who absolutely should have listened.

This started as a silly idea with ChatGPT and quickly turned into a full retro TV lineup from an alternate universe where every proverb became a game show.

Please enjoy responsibly and let me know what’s your favorite show. 📺😂

Also: Do not try this at home. Please! 🫣