I'M NOT STOPPING GUUUYS

I used wambo dream to make apes

Just some AI generated art from Wambo Dream app when plugging various Jhin key words in. This shit is so relaxing and kind of inspiring would def recommend if you're bored ]

What do you think of Wambo Dream and other ai generated art sites?

It's amazing what AI is capable of these days, though it'd be incredibly disingenuous for someone to generate an image and take full credit for it. "Wow, I put so much of my heart and soul into this piece" like no, dude. You entered some keywords and pressed a button.

Making art creation this stupidly easy kinda cheapens the years of labor it takes for artists to reach a professional skill level. However, as our eyes grow more accustomed to AI images, I'm sure the average person will be able to tell the difference between lazy frauds and the real deal more quickly.

This drawings are made by Wambo Dream AI. I wanted to see that this AI'll draw by my nickname, and the result is interesting! There are some pics in different artstyles.

Hiii there’s an app Dream by WAMBO

And it’s an AI that takes prompts and paints a picture.

So I did Eric and Dylan

E- I did two bc I really didn’t like how the first one turned out

D.K- I really liked this one <3

Day 19: Shadow

(I like these prompts so much; I never know where they’re going to go. Have a strange piece that wrote itself, featuring a previously minor character from Tezal’s crew)

Tyen, Gei called her. Shadow, or something like it. She liked it. It was a good sound, heavy and light on his tongue. She could not make it, but she had little use for sounds anyway. But it made good shapes when Gei wrote it for her. Tyen wrote it over and over with little splashes from the temple’s pools, watching the water dry and the markings fade away. 

Temple. That was another good sound, or many sounds. Tezal had taught it, a heavy rattling in the Avian high-speech and a clicking screech in the low. Better than the leaden syllables of the common tongue, which left it weighing on the mind like a dream half-forgotten. Tyen did not like the shape of the word, which did not capture the beauty of the strange stone place that Gei and Tezal brought her to after they pulled her from the ruined lab. The lights here were always soft, muted fire-glow or shielded by thin stones, and tasted smooth and fine. And no one here complained when she pulled colors from the flowers that Gei planted just for her, in any color she asked for. 

It was a strange place, yes. The sky was so bright, so near, so changeable from her old, dark home. She could count just two stars at the brightest times. It was lonely and still, and the water that dripped down stung at her shell and pierced the shadestuff that formed her hands and feet. But at night, the whole spray of lights danced above her, somehow more beautiful than at home. Wambo would join her in the dark sometimes, and teach her all the shapes and names those stars wore. Tyen liked the big Floran second-best of all her new friends. They were as ancient as she, but unchanged by time, unburdened by all the scars. In the still hours before dawn, Tyen waited by their side, watching the dark grow darker and relishing the smooth colors of their carapace, hidden here where no one would see her take them. Wambo never minded, never complained, even offered their great leafy head so she could feel the shades of petals from time to time. Unchanging as Wambo was, their petals never held the same taste twice. 

And when the sun rose high, Tyen would pull back into the dark arches, watching the world shift and roil in new light and shadow. This bright, this day, it frightened her at first. She envied Wambo’s power to sleep, so they could bury themself in an inner dark and know nothing of the painful brightness overhead. But day was… not bad, not all bad. Yang was awake during the day. And his company was best. Fleeting, human, time-worn and time-wearing. But silent as Tyen herself, gentle and unafraid of her. He had been first to offer his hand. He was first to defend her when raiders attacked out of fear. And he was first to see how terrifying shadows could become, when defending those they loved. When all the dark of the temple writhed to life, singing her anger at the sight of his broken flesh and red, red, red- High and lonely song, stained by all Tyen’s loss. He held her hands tight when all was still again, when she had bandaged his wounds. And his hands curled into words, like-unlike the words Gei and Tezal would write for her, words that Tyen would learn and use so many times in the years to come. “I am here. I will not go. I am here for you.”

I put in Ancano as a prompt for the WAMBO Dream. It came out so pretty. ✨

The Fool, Strength, and Justice!

thank you :3 !!!!!

the fool: do you have any nicknames?

yes i do for example wini and then there are a lot of abstract nicknames from my family (like wiwi, windi, wi) and friends (wambo, wanda, won, wynn)

strength: what is your dream occupation?

answered this here :>

justice: favorite color of rose?

black or red :]

This wambo dream AI art generator app is weird and I love it