horror, lady, scream, full body shot, weird, yoga

horror, lady, fat, scream, full body shot, weird, yoga

horror, babe, fat, scream, full body shot

A babe in a swimsuit at a dark, ominous and haunted pool, with a ghostly face staring back from the water

horror, babe, swimsuit, dark, ominous, jumpscare

horror, babe, swimsuit, dark, ominous, jumpscare

acrobatics in the sewers

A ugly plump woman in a neon suit dancing acrobatically like a maniac in the sewers

A ugly plump woman in a neon swimsuit dances like a maniac in the sewers

A ugly plump woman in a neon swimsuit dances quickly in in shadowy water, ominous shapes visible below

A woman in a dark swimsuit stands waist-deep in shadowy water, ominous shapes visible below

horror, babe, swimsuit, dark

Plump lady sunbathing in a vibrant tropical oasis, next to a cool pool of crystal clear water

plump lady, swimsuit

plump lady, full body shot

plump lady

A figure meditating atop a rugged mountain peak, surrounded by vast serene landscapes

emotional resilience meets a quest for higher understanding, blending earthy tenacity with the grand vistas of exploration and wisdom

A ghostly geisha against a blackground with waves of red ink, surrounded by flowing flowers

An ink wash-style painting of a ghostly geisha in a surreal garden inspired by Noh theater and featuring a stylized moon

An ink wash-style painting of an eldritch geisha in a garden of surreal flora, with striking contrast and minimal color

An eldritch geisha stands in a garden of otherworldly flora, her kimono flowing like smoke in the surreal atmosphere

An eldritch geisha surrounded by haunted, ethereal flowers in an abstract garden

An eldritch geisha in an abstract, phantasmagoric garden, surrounded by twisted, alien-looking flora

An eldritch geisha in an abstract, phantasmagoric garden, surrounded by twisted, alien-looking flora

eldritch geisha in dark room

eldritch geisha

sewer landscape, ominous

sewer landscape

A neopagan performing a ritual by the sea, surrounded by standing stones as waves crash nearby

A neopagan performing a ritual ceremony in a mystical landscape surrounded by ancient standing stones

neopagan

hauntology

Lone figure riding a steed under the glowing copper moon

Riding down the road at evening with the stars or steed and shoon I have heard an old man singing underneath a copper moon; "God, who gemmed with topaz twilights, opal portals of the day, "On "our amaranthine mountains, why make human souls of clay? "For I rode the moon-mare's horses in the glory of my youth, "Wrestled with the hills at sunset-- till I met brass-tinctured Truth. "Till I saw the temples topple, till I saw the idols reel, "Till my brain had turned to iron, and my heart had turned to steel. "Satan, Satan, brother Satan, fill my soul with frozen fire; "Feed with hearts of rose-white women ashes of my dead desire. "For my road runs out in thistles and my dreams have turned to dust. "And my pinions fade and falter to the raven wings of rust. "Truth has smitten me with arrows and her hand is in my hair-- "Youth, she hides in yonder mountains -- go and see her, if you dare! "Work your magic, brother Satan, fill my brain with fiery spells. "Satan, Satan, brother Satan, have known your fiercest Hells." Riding down the road at evening when the wind was on the sea, I have heard an old man singing, and he sang most drearily Strange to hear, when dark lakes shimmer to the wailing of the loon, Amethystine Homer singing under evening's copper moon.

Riding down the road at evening with the stars or steed and shoon I have heard an old man singing underneath a copper moon; "God, who gemmed with topaz twilights, opal portals of the day, "On "our amaranthine mountains, why make human souls of clay? "For I rode the moon-mare's horses in the glory of my youth, "Wrestled with the hills at sunset-- till I met brass-tinctured Truth. "Till I saw the temples topple, till I saw the idols reel, "Till my brain had turned to iron, and my heart had turned to steel. "Satan, Satan, brother Satan, fill my soul with frozen fire; "Feed with hearts of rose-white women ashes of my dead desire. "For my road runs out in thistles and my dreams have turned to dust. "And my pinions fade and falter to the raven wings of rust. "Truth has smitten me with arrows and her hand is in my hair-- "Youth, she hides in yonder mountains -- go and see her, if you dare! "Work your magic, brother Satan, fill my brain with fiery spells. "Satan, Satan, brother Satan, have known your fiercest Hells." Riding down the road at evening when the wind was on the sea, I have heard an old man singing, and he sang most drearily Strange to hear, when dark lakes shimmer to the wailing of the loon, Amethystine Homer singing under evening's copper moon.