saffira queen of dragons (yu-gi-oh!) directed by gridanon
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The best Yu-Gi-Oh waifu!

This is Saffira, Queen of Dragons . This image used NovelAI's Character Reference feature on a higher res version of her card art: https://files.catbox.moe/ogchp4.png . The Character Reference feature does have limitations, it seems to work best in solo images and seems to work best when carrying the same style over. Despite that it's impressive how well it can work with a prompt to recreate a character and seems like a good tool for characters that can't otherwise be genned well.

Thanks again to Sparkz for the advice using NovelAI.

Tech Talk

I used NovelAI's unlimited gen membership for $25 a month. Note that "unlimited" is kind of a lie, it's only unlimited if you're under a certain resolution and only if you're not using any of the advanced features. Upscaling and other features cost the on-site currency, which the membership gets you 10000 a month. That should be more than enough for a month, but you can burn through it quickly since NAI gens so quickly.

AI Story - Saffira, Queen of Dragons

In the serene realm of Draconia, where sapphire peaks cradled a luminous valley bathed in perpetual soft twilight, Saffira, Queen of Dragons, began her day as she always did—with the gentle awakening of her domain. The air was alive with the delicate fragrance of celestial lilies unfurling their petals, releasing a sweet, honeyed scent that mingled with the crisp freshness of morning dew on iridescent moss. Rivers of liquid crystal murmured softly as they wound through the landscape, their waters cool and invigorating to the touch, tasting faintly of ambrosial nectar when lapped by thirsty kin. The ground yielded warmly underfoot, a living carpet that pulsed subtly with the queen's own radiant energy, as if the valley itself breathed in harmony with her.

Saffira emerged from her crystalline palace, a grand structure woven from living sapphires that shimmered and hummed with inner light. Her beauty was a breathtaking symphony of grace and majesty: armor of deep azure scales that shifted to brilliant turquoise in the dappled glow, catching the light like polished gems. Her vast wings, edged with glowing feathers, folded elegantly against her back, occasionally unfurling with a soft, silken rustle that stirred gentle breezes carrying the scent of blooming flowers. Long silver hair flowed like a cascade of moonlight, intertwined with threads of ethereal luminescence that pulsed warmly, and her golden eyes held infinite depths of compassion, flecked with starlight that sparkled when she smiled. Her tail swayed with a melodic chime from crystalline spines, a sound like distant wind chimes welcoming the dawn. To simply gaze upon her was to feel a profound warmth envelop the soul, a tingling serenity that soothed every sense.

Though her power was immense—a divine force that could summon hymns of light to nurture the land or shield her realm with effortless barriers—Saffira wielded it with the tender restraint of a mother. Today, as every day, she channeled it into quiet acts of creation and care. With a soft chant, her voice a velvety timbre that resonated like a soothing lullaby through the valley, she invoked a gentle ritual. Beams of warm light cascaded from her outstretched hands, infusing the soil with vitality. Flowers bloomed brighter, their petals unfurling with a faint, audible pop, releasing bursts of sweet perfume. The air grew richer, humming with renewed energy, and the rivers sparkled more vividly, their flow quickening to a joyful babble.

Soon, the young dragons—wyrmlings of varied hues, their scales still soft and gleaming—gathered around her, drawn by her presence like moths to a gentle flame. Little Elara, with pale emerald scales that caught the light like dewdrops, scampered forward first, her tiny wings fluttering with excited whirs. The others followed: a ruby-scaled hatchling named Thorne, bold yet clumsy; a sapphire twin pair, Liora and Lirion, whose giggles tinkled like bells; and several more, their breaths warm puffs scented with innocent curiosity, like fresh rain on stone.

"Mother Saffira," Elara trilled, her voice high and melodic, nuzzling against the queen's leg with a soft, leathery warmth that felt like sun-heated silk. "The lilies smell even sweeter today! Did you make them dance again?"

Saffira knelt gracefully, her armor chiming softly as she lowered herself to their level. She enveloped them in her wings, creating a cozy alcove of radiant warmth that chased away the morning's faint chill. Her touch was feather-light, scales smooth and comforting against their smaller forms, imparting a surge of gentle power that made their own latent energies hum contentedly. "Yes, my precious ones," she replied, her tone a deep, resonant caress that vibrated soothingly through the air, wrapping around them like an embrace. "I sang to them at dawn, sharing a whisper of light so they might greet you with joy. Come, let us tend the garden together."

They moved as a joyful procession to the central meadow, where Saffira guided their tiny claws in planting new seeds—gifts from distant realms, glowing orbs that felt cool and tingling in the palm. As the wyrmlings dug with enthusiastic scratches, sending up puffs of warm earth scented with rich loam, Saffira demonstrated her power subtly. She placed a hand over a barren patch, and light flowed from her fingertips like liquid sunlight, warm and effervescent. The ground responded instantly: sprouts erupted with soft cracking sounds, unfurling into vibrant vines that tasted sweetly of berries when nibbled. The children gasped in delight, their eyes wide, breaths quickening with awe.

"See how the light nurtures?" Saffira said softly, drawing Thorne close when he stumbled, steadying him with a wing that felt like a protective blanket. "My power is not for conquest, but for growth—for you, my dears, to flourish strong and kind."

As midday approached, they retreated to the throne cavern, a vast chamber where crystals refracted light into endless rainbows, filling the air with a kaleidoscope of colors and the faint, comforting aroma of sacred herbs smoldering in braziers. Saffira settled on her sapphire throne, warm and pulsing like a heartbeat, and gathered the wyrmlings in her lap and around her tail. She shared stories of ancient harmonies, her voice weaving tales that painted vivid scenes in their minds—the taste of starlit fruits, the sound of harmonious winds, the feel of eternal peace.

Liora yawned contentedly, curling against Saffira's side, the queen's scales radiating a gentle heat that lulled like a hearth fire. "Mother, will we grow as beautiful and strong as you?" she murmured sleepily.
Saffira smiled, her golden eyes softening as she stroked their heads, each touch imparting a spark of her divine essence—invigorating yet calming. "You already carry my light within, little stars. Beauty blooms from kindness, power from love. Rest now, and dream of the wonders we'll share tomorrow."
The afternoon faded into a feast under the twin moons: tables laden with fruits bursting with juicy sweetness—golden orbs tasting of pure sunlight, berries fizzing delightfully on the tongue. Laughter echoed, mingled with the contented sighs and rustles of wings. Saffira watched over them, her presence a beacon of transcendent beauty, quiet power, and boundless motherly devotion. In Draconia's peaceful embrace, under her nurturing gaze, every day was a gentle affirmation of life's radiant harmony.

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