Image: Finetuned Blackforest Labs Flux Model, Text: ChatGPT, Master of Prompts and Ideas: Me

In a desert where the sun seemed to mock the cracked earth, there lived a peculiar being known only as Hesitant Hera. Hera had once been a goddess, or so the story went, but her ambitions had outgrown her wisdom. In an ill-conceived attempt to prove her superiority, she’d struck a bargain with an unknown force: “Make me powerful beyond compare,” she’d said, and that force, with a wry chuckle, had obliged.

Now, Hera was stuck. Quite literally. Her torso jutted out of the barren ground, her once-graceful arms twisted into horns that curled like question marks. She couldn’t move, couldn’t rise. The desert was her prison, and the bright orange sky her relentless overseer. Her face remained beautiful—irritatingly so—but beauty wasn’t much of a consolation when you were part statue, part shrub.

Image: “The Book of Tree” Blackforest Lab Flux Model, Text: ChatGPT, Weird ideas and Master of Prompts: Me, and for 21 more monsters check this gallery >>

In the Land of Misfit Monsters, three unlikely creatures lived side by side, each more monstrous than the next.

First, there was Prickly Pugalope, a purple, spiky monster with an alarming knack for accidentally stabbing himself on his own monstrous appendages. “Monster meetings are exhausting,” he often muttered, rubbing his sore monster knees. Despite his monstrous flaws, Pugalope had a talent for planting flowers, even though his monstrous claws often crushed more seeds than they sowed.

Picture: Midjourney, Text: ChatGPT, Master of Prompts: Me

Well, hello there! Welcome to my cozy little corner of the world—an abandoned sewage treatment plant! Yes, you heard me right. I’m Walter the Whale, mural extraordinaire, and I’ve got prime real estate on the grungiest, most delightfully forgotten wall in the whole city. Some might think it’s an odd spot for a whale, but let me tell you, this place has charm!

I mean, who needs the ocean when you’ve got all this character? Sure, the walls are cracked and the floor is mostly puddles of mysterious water, but those puddles? They give me my very own reflection pool! I get to look down and see my lovely painted face every day, rippling and stretching in that murky water. Some whales have the vast blue sea—I have this cozy little sludge puddle. Unique, right?

Bild: Midjourney basierend auf meinen Fotos, Text: ChatGPT, Master of prompts: Me

Eines Morgens tauchten in Venedig fünf kleine Gummienten auf. Ach, wie süß, dachten die Leute. Ein niedlicher Streich, vielleicht von einem gelangweilten Künstler. Doch diese Enten hatten einen anderen Plan im Kopf. Nichts Großartiges, natürlich. Sie wollten einfach nur… Venedig in Gummi verwandeln.

Am ersten Tag merkten die Venezianer kaum etwas. Eine kleine Brücke, die plötzlich elastisch wurde und leicht nachgab, wenn man darauf trat. “Ist doch sicher irgendeine moderne Kunstinstallation”, lachten die Touristen und sprangen fröhlich darauf herum. Ja, Kunst. Oder eben das unschuldige Werk der Enten. Denn während alle noch die süßen, kleinen Tierchen fotografierten, schwammen diese fröhlich weiter – direkt auf den Markusplatz zu.