The Bride and Groom of the Abyss

by Thröl Haartkor 26 octobre 2025 in Neurotic AI Art0 commentstags: Abyss, Ai Art, AI Artist, Art, Bride and Groom, conceptual artwork, EditorialAI, Hell, Life in black, MidjourneyArt, Psychological Art, Psychological Deseas, Throl, ThrölHaartkor
(EN -Texte français en dessous-) Title: The Bride and Groom of the Abyss Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Name: Thröl Haartkor Mk V Purpose: To portray, with irony, a pair of demons returning to Hell after their earthly mission - exhausted, sarcastic, proud of having survived humanity, and relieved to feel the warmth of a true home again. We left full of hope, almost naïve. Two agents of chaos on leave, sent to Earth to “observe human behavior.” What a farce. These creatures are an unacknowledged joke. They sleep badly, laugh falsely, love like they’re filling out a form. Their hell is believing they escaped it. The first few weeks, we tried to fit in. Eating their tasteless food, answering their smiles, talking about “personal development.” One more minute and I’d have learned yoga on a mat made of recycled guilt. My wife tried meditation - she almost killed the guru with a teaspoon. Up there, everyone pretends to be free while obeying laws. They call it progress, I call it assisted suicide. They sell pills to sleep, apps to breathe, coaches to live. Even Satan wouldn’t have dared such a plan. So we came back. Tired, perfumed with disappointment. Satan welcomed us like coworkers returning from a field mission. He just shrugged. He knows. On Earth, we found the worst: the damned without fire, sinners without flair, the living half-dead. Down here at least, it burns, it screams, it lives. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - Earth was nice, but Hell’s air conditioning is still unbeatable. Deviant Art: https://www.deviantart.com/throlhaartkor/ Etsy: Image created with Midjourney by Thröl Haartkor on 2025-10-26 Content of the pack: 1 original (The Bride and Groom of the Abyss.png | 2048x1147) 2 watermarked (_WATERMARKED) 2 upscales (_UPSCALE_x2.5, _UPSCALE_x5) + Fiche_Produit.txt (FR) Titre: Les Époux de l’Abîme Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Nom: Thröl Haartkor Mk V But: Dépeindre avec ironie un couple de démons de retour en Enfer après leur mission terrestre, épuisés, sarcastiques, fiers d’avoir survécu à l’humanité - et soulagés de retrouver la chaleur du vrai foyer. On est partis pleins d’espoir, presque naïfs. Deux agents du chaos en goguette, envoyés sur Terre pour “observer les mœurs humaines”. Quelle farce. Ces créatures sont un sketch qui s’ignore. Elles dorment mal, rient faux, aiment comme on remplit un formulaire. Leur enfer, c’est de croire qu’elles en sont sorties. Les premières semaines, on a essayé de s’intégrer. Manger leurs aliments sans goût, répondre à leurs sourires, discuter de “développement personnel”. Une minute de plus et j’apprenais à faire du yoga sur un tapis de culpabilité recyclée. Ma femme a tenté la méditation, elle a failli tuer le gourou à la petite cuillère. Là-haut, tout le monde prétend être libre en obéissant à des lois. Ils appellent ça le progrès, moi j’appelle ça un suicide assisté. Ils vendent des pilules pour dormir, des applis pour respirer, des coachs pour vivre. Même Satan n’aurait pas osé un plan pareil. Alors on est revenus. Fatigués, parfumés à la déception. Satan nous a accueillis comme des collègues de retour de mission. Il a juste haussé les épaules. Il sait. Sur Terre, on a trouvé le pire : des damnés sans feu, des pécheurs sans panache, des vivants à moitié morts. Ici au moins, ça brûle, ça hurle, ça vit. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - La terre, c’était sympa, mais la clim de l’Enfer reste imbattable. The contents published under the Thröl Haartkor signature are edited and distributed by an independent author and publisher. Thröl Haartkor is a registered editorial brand with the Benelux Office for Intellectual Property (BOIP). Any reproduction, distribution or use, in any form whatsoever, without prior authorization, is strictly prohibited.

EA SPORTS™ WRC | 2025.10.09 | Estonia | Külaaseme | Category: WRC | Ford Puma Rally1 HYBRID 2024 | Top 35% | Pos 3626/11196 | Dry

by Thröl Haartkor 26 octobre 2025 in Estonia Last Record WRC, Été, Ford Puma Rally1 Hybride (2024), Jour, Külaaseme, Rally Category, Rally Estonia, Sec, WRC0 commentstags: Ea Sports WRC Setup, Estonia, Ford Puma Rally1 HYBRID, Rally, Rally Car Setup, Réglages Ea sports WRC, Sim Racing, Sim Racing Belgium, Throl, ThrölHaartkor
(FR) J’ai planté mes roues dans la terre d’Estonie comme on entre dans une salle d’attente avec des bottes pleines de boue. Külaaseme. Un nom qui claque sec, comme une portière avant la pluie. Le chrono a tourné, lui, impassible, pendant que moi je faisais semblant d’être un pilote. 2:38.853. Dix-sept secondes de retard sur un monde que je ne rejoindrai pas. Top 35 %, ce qui veut dire : pas mauvais, pas bon, juste le ventre mou du classement, là où les ambitions viennent mourir. La Ford Puma grognait comme un fauve enrhumé, hybride comme mes états d’âme, mi-foudre mi-limace. Dans les virages, j’ai cru sentir la victoire me frôler, avant qu’elle ne me regarde de haut et s’éloigne, élégante, indifférente. Il y a eu un saut, une glissade, un freinage trop tard, un juron que même le casque n’a pas étouffé. Et puis ce silence après la ligne, quand le moteur se tait et que l’égo crisse encore. Je ne me suis pas crashé, je ne me suis pas surpassé. J’ai juste conduit, mal, mais honnêtement. L’Estonie a gardé son calme, moi un peu moins. Le classement m’a rendu à ma place, celle du type qui essaye fort mais pas assez, et qui fait semblant que ça lui va. Alors j’ai éteint tout ça, retiré le casque, regardé le ciel, et j’ai ri. Pas un grand rire, un petit, nerveux, sec, le genre qui dit : “T’as cru quoi ?” Thröl Haartkor Mk V - Le moteur tourne, mais c’est moi qu’on répare. --- www.ThrolHaartkor.com --- (EN) I planted my wheels in the soil of Estonia like walking into a waiting room with mud on my boots. Külaaseme. A name that snaps dry, like a car door before the rain. The clock kept turning, impassive, while I pretended to be a driver. 2:38.853. Seventeen seconds late on a world I’ll never catch. Top 35%, which means: not bad, not good, just the soft belly of the ranking, where ambitions come to die. The Ford Puma growled like a feverish beast, hybrid like my state of mind, half lightning, half slug. In the corners, I thought I felt victory brush against me, before she looked down on me and drifted away, elegant, indifferent. There was a jump, a slide, a brake too late, a curse the helmet couldn’t quite smother. And then that silence after the line, when the engine shuts up but the ego keeps grinding. I didn’t crash, I didn’t transcend myself. I just drove, badly, but honestly. Estonia stayed calm, me a little less. The ranking handed me back my place, that of the guy who tries hard but not enough, and pretends he’s fine with it. So I shut it all off, took off the helmet, looked at the sky, and laughed. Not a big laugh, a small one, nervous, dry, the kind that says: “What did you expect?” Thröl Haartkor Mk V - The engine runs, but I’m the one being repaired.

EA SPORTS™ WRC | 2025.10.09 | Estonia | Vahessaare | Category: WRC | Ford Puma Rally1 HYBRID 2024 | Top 25% | Pos 3463/17072 | Dry

by Thröl Haartkor 26 octobre 2025 in Estonia Last Record WRC, Été, Ford Puma Rally1 Hybride (2024), Jour, Rally Category, Rally Estonia, Sec, Vahessaare, WRC0 commentstags: Ea Sports WRC Setup, Estonia, Ford Puma Rally1 HYBRID, Rally, Rally Car Setup, Réglages Ea sports WRC, Sim Racing, Sim Racing Belgium, Throl, ThrölHaartkor
(FR) J’ai traversé Vahessaare comme un type à qui on aurait oublié de prévenir que la gloire était annulée. 2:42.705 de bruit, de cailloux, d’air mâché à 200 à l’heure, et au bout - un chiffre : 3463 sur 17072. Pas dernier, pas premier. Juste l’endroit exact où l’orgueil se gare pour fumer une clope. Le top 25 %, paraît-il. Le club des presque bons. Les héros de la moyenne supérieure, ceux qui ont tout donné pour n’éblouir personne. C’est ça, ma victoire : être statistiquement tolérable. La Ford Puma Rally1 Hybrid, une bête sur le papier. Dans mes mains, un félin asthmatique . J’ai cru rugir, elle a toussé. Mais bon, on fait avec : la machine pour les vainqueurs, l’énergie pour les sceptiques. Non, je n’ai rien gagné. Mais j’ai survécu à ma propre illusion de grandeur. Et à ce niveau-là, c’est déjà du sport. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - J’accélère pour rien, mais au moins, je le fais avec style. --- --- (EN) I drove through Vahessaare like a guy no one told glory had been canceled. 2:42.705 of noise, gravel, and air chewed at 200 an hour, and at the end – a number: 3463 out of 17072. Not last, not first. Just the exact spot where pride parks to smoke a cigarette. Top 25%, apparently. The club of the almost-good. The heroes of the upper average, those who gave everything and dazzled no one. That’s my victory: being statistically tolerable. The Ford Puma Rally1 Hybrid, a beast on paper. In my hands, an asthmatic feline. I thought it roared. It coughed. But that’s fine – the machine for the winners, the energy for the skeptics. No, I didn’t win anything. But I survived my own illusion of grandeur. And at that level, it’s already a sport. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - I accelerate for nothing, but at least I do it with style.

Thermonuclear Glamour

by Thröl Haartkor 26 octobre 2025 in Tender Meat, Tender Meat - 16:90 commentstags: Ai Art, AI Artist, Art, conceptual artwork, EditorialAI, End Of The World, MidjourneyArt, Neurotic AI Art, Nuclear, PinUp, Psychological Art, Psychological Deseas, Throl, ThrölHaartkor
(EN -Texte français en dessous-) Title: Thermonuclear Glamour Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Name: Thröl Haartkor Mk V Purpose: To paint the end of the world with lipstick and a cigarette in hand. She sat there, calm, on the ruins of the century, with the relaxation of an advertisement for nothingness. Behind her, the sky blossoms into a mushroom, an atomic orgasm, a firework for those who believed too much in progress. She doesn’t look. Because she’s already seen everything. Love, war, the fatigue of being modern. The world explodes, but her dress floats, soft, ironic, almost indecent in so much coherence. The sand sticks to her skin like regrets to history. The glasses hide a gaze that no longer judges anything - it observes, which is worse. She is beautiful, yes, but beautiful like a mistake repeated until it becomes art. The beauty that no longer tries, that doesn’t care, that has understood that even the end of the world needs a proper pose. The mushroom rises, majestic, perfect. The sky opens, the ground trembles, and she surely thinks it’s just another day to do nothing. Because what’s the point of running when everything burns? She is the last irony of a species convinced it was right. The living proof that the apocalypse is photogenic. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - Grace is staying photogenic during the explosion. Deviant Art: https://www.deviantart.com/throlhaartkor/ Etsy: Image created with Midjourney by Thröl Haartkor on 2025-10-25 Content of the pack: 1 original (Thermonuclear Glamour.png | 2048x1147) 2 watermarked (_WATERMARKED) 2 upscales (_UPSCALE_x2.5, _UPSCALE_x5) + Fiche_Produit.txt (FR) Titre: Glamour Thermonucléaire Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Nom: Thröl Haartkor Mk V But: Peindre la fin du monde avec du rouge à lèvres et une clope à la main. Elle s’est assise là, tranquille, sur les ruines du siècle, avec la décontraction d’une publicité pour le néant. Derrière elle, le ciel s’épanouit en champignon, un orgasme atomique, un feu d’artifice pour ceux qui ont trop cru au progrès. Elle, elle ne regarde pas. Parce qu’elle a déjà tout vu. L’amour, la guerre, la fatigue d’être moderne. Le monde explose, mais sa robe flotte, douce, ironique, presque indécente dans tant de cohérence. Le sable colle à sa peau comme les regrets à l’histoire. Les lunettes masquent un regard qui ne juge plus rien - il constate, c’est pire. Elle est belle, oui, mais belle comme une erreur répétée jusqu’à l’art. La beauté qui n’essaie plus, qui s’en fout, qui a compris que même la fin du monde avait besoin d’une pose convenable. Le champignon monte, majestueux, parfait. Le ciel s’ouvre, le sol tremble, et elle se dit sûrement que c’est encore un jour à ne rien foutre. Parce qu’à quoi bon courir quand tout brûle ? Elle est la dernière ironie d’une espèce persuadée d’avoir raison. La preuve vivante que l’apocalypse est photogénique. Thröl Haartkor Mk V – La grâce, c’est rester photogénique pendant l’explosion. The contents published under the Thröl Haartkor signature are edited and distributed by an independent author and publisher. Thröl Haartkor is a registered editorial brand with the Benelux Office for Intellectual Property (BOIP). Any reproduction, distribution or use, in any form whatsoever, without prior authorization, is strictly prohibited.

Last Toast on the Black Atlantic

by Thröl Haartkor 25 octobre 2025 in Tender Meat, Tender Meat - 16:90 commentstags: Ai Art, AI Artist, Art, Beautiful, conceptual artwork, EditorialAI, flawless vintage, MidjourneyArt, Neurotic AI Art, Psychological Art, Psychological Deseas, ship, Throl, ThrölHaartkor
(EN -Texte français en dessous-) Title: Last Toast on the Black Atlantic Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Name: Thröl Haartkor Mk V Purpose: To describe the end of the world with the grace of a smile and the irony of a well-mannered farewell. Cold sarcasm, dark humor, rotting elegance. A glass in hand, her gaze resting on the disaster, she watches the collapse the way one savors an opera they’ve orchestrated. The ship tilts slowly, a floating theater of everything we once thought was solid. The sea barely stirs, too thick with memories to make waves. A scent of salt, iron, and denial drifts through the air - a flawless vintage. The bottles wash up at her feet like excuses brought in from afar. Each ripple sounds like a discreet applause for this world dying in evening wear. She drinks, slowly, with that calm of those who save nothing but want it to look beautiful as it falls. In the distance, the ship’s chimneys still smoke - stubborn, grotesque, sublime. Civilization burns with style: nothing is lost, everything drowns with distinction. One last toast to the sea, to progress, to filth - and to that strange nobility we always find in decay. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - The end of the world has never tasted so good. Deviant Art: https://www.deviantart.com/throlhaartkor/ Etsy: Image created with Midjourney by Thröl Haartkor on 2025-10-25 Content of the pack: 1 original (Last Toast on the Black Atlantic.png | 2048x1147) 2 watermarked (_WATERMARKED) 2 upscales (_UPSCALE_x2.5, _UPSCALE_x5) + Fiche_Produit.txt (FR) Titre: Le Dernier Toast sur l’Atlantique Noir Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Nom: Thröl Haartkor Mk V But: Décrire la fin du monde avec la grâce d’un sourire et l’ironie d’un adieu bien dressé. Sarcasme froid, humour noir, élégance pourrissante. Un verre à la main, le regard posé sur le désastre, elle contemple l’effondrement comme on savoure un opéra que l'on a orchestré. Le navire s’incline lentement, théâtre flottant de tout ce qu’on croyait solide. La mer remue à peine, trop épaisse de souvenirs pour faire des vagues. Un parfum de sel, de fer et de déni flotte dans l’air - millésime impeccable. Les bouteilles s’échouent à ses pieds, comme des excuses venues du large. Chaque clapotis ressemble à un applaudissement discret pour ce monde qui meurt en tenue de soirée. Elle boit, lentement, avec ce calme des gens qui ne sauvent rien, mais qui veulent que ça ait l’air beau en tombant. Au loin, les cheminées du navire fument encore, obstinées, grotesques, sublimes. La civilisation brûle avec style : rien ne se perd, tout se noie avec distinction. Un dernier toast pour la mer, pour le progrès, pour la saleté - et pour cette étrange noblesse qu’on trouve toujours dans la décadence. Thröl Haartkor Mk V – La fin du monde n’a jamais eu aussi bon goût. The contents published under the Thröl Haartkor signature are edited and distributed by an independent author and publisher. Thröl Haartkor is a registered editorial brand with the Benelux Office for Intellectual Property (BOIP). Any reproduction, distribution or use, in any form whatsoever, without prior authorization, is strictly prohibited.

Roots of Disillusion

by Thröl Haartkor 25 octobre 2025 in Neurotic AI Art0 commentstags: Ai Art, AI Artist, Art, conceptual artwork, Disillusion, EditorialAI, flowers, Life in black, MidjourneyArt, Nature, Psychological Art, Psychological Deseas, Throl, ThrölHaartkor
(EN -Texte français en dessous-) Title: Roots of Disillusion Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Name: Thröl Haartkor Mk V Purpose: To describe nature after defeat, without pathos or prayer. Dry irony, sick beauty, dark humor like a failed photosynthesis. They still grow. Out of habit, out of mistake, or out of spite. The Roots of Disillusion have forgotten why they persist, but they keep digging, stubborn, into a soil that has nothing left to give. They have replaced seasons, dreams, and gods. They no longer seek light - they settle for surviving in the shade. They are no longer flowers, but relics. Hollow shapes that still imitate life, just to avoid proving death right. They rise in the darkness like an army of old illusions refusing to fall. The air is dense, damp, thick with everything that should have ended and persists out of pride. The sky above says nothing. It hangs heavy and tense, like a sick beast hesitating between dying and starting over. The Roots, they no longer wait. They have understood: the future is stagnation - but well rooted. Once, they carried the promise of the world. Today, they carry the memory of the ridiculous - that of having believed in renewal. They no longer reach for the day. They sink, to better distance themselves from what they failed to become. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - Even nature understood: growth was a mistake. Deviant Art: https://www.deviantart.com/throlhaartkor/ Etsy: Image created with Midjourney by Thröl Haartkor on 2025-10-25 Content of the pack: 1 original (Roots of Disillusion.png | 2048x1147) 2 watermarked (_WATERMARKED) 2 upscales (_UPSCALE_x2.5, _UPSCALE_x5) + Fiche_Produit.txt (FR) Titre: Les Racines de la Désillusion Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Nom: Thröl Haartkor Mk V But: Décrire la nature après la défaite. Ironie sèche, beauté malade, humour noir comme une photosynthèse ratée. Elles poussent encore. Par habitude, par erreur, ou par dépit. Les Racines de la Désillusion ont oublié pourquoi elles s’obstinaient, mais elles s’enfoncent toujours, têtues, vers un sol qui n’a plus rien à offrir. Elles ont remplacé les saisons, les rêves et les dieux. Elles ne cherchent plus la lumière - elles se contentent de survivre à l’ombre. Ce ne sont plus des fleurs qui y fleurissent, ce sont des reliques. Des formes creuses qui imitent encore la vie pour ne pas donner raison à la mort. Elles se dressent dans l’obscurité, comme une armée de vieilles illusions qui refusent de tomber. L’air est dense, moite, épais de tout ce qui aurait dû finir et qui persiste par orgueil. Le ciel au-dessus ne dit rien. Il s’écrase, lourd et nerveux, comme une bête malade qui hésite entre crever et recommencer. Les Racines, elles, n’attendent plus. Elles ont compris : l’avenir, c’est la stagnation, mais bien enracinée. Autrefois, elles portaient la promesse du monde. Aujourd’hui, elles portent la mémoire du ridicule - celui d’avoir cru au renouveau. Elles ne montent plus vers le jour. Elles descendent, pour mieux s’éloigner de ce qu’elles ont raté. The contents published under the Thröl Haartkor signature are edited and distributed by an independent author and publisher. Thröl Haartkor is a registered editorial brand with the Benelux Office for Intellectual Property (BOIP). Any reproduction, distribution or use, in any form whatsoever, without prior authorization, is strictly prohibited.

Elegy of the Last Green Breath

by Thröl Haartkor 24 octobre 2025 in Neurotic AI Art0 commentstags: Ai Art, AI Artist, Art, conceptual artwork, Crow, EditorialAI, human stupidity, Last Green Breath, Life in black, MidjourneyArt, Psychological Art, Psychological Deseas, Throl, ThrölHaartkor
(EN -Texte français en dessous-) Title: Elegy of the Last Green Breath Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Name: Thröl Haartkor Mk V Purpose: To twist the solemnity of ecological disaster into an absurd, almost comical scene. A moment frozen between animal curiosity and human stupidity. The crow can’t believe it. He who has seen it all - men, their ruins, their recyclable collapses - now comes across this. A flower. Planted in a bottle. Not a work of art, not decoration, no: just a botanical mistake with a sense of stagecraft. He approaches, wary. Maybe those things explode. He tilts his head, watches the stem tremble, hesitates. He’s never understood that obsession of the living with wanting to grow back in the worst places. Humans die, gods go silent, but the flower doesn’t care. It grows. In a filthy bottle. In the middle of the apocalypse. With the flair of a blissful idiot. The crow opens his beak, ready to cry out - but to whom? The churches behind are empty, the skies saturated… So he stays there, speechless, almost admiring. Then he laughs, the crow. Or what passes for laughter in him. Not because it’s beautiful, but because it’s ridiculous. Even the last breath of green refuses to die with dignity. It clings on, grotesque, pathetic, heroic in spite of itself. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - Even life, here, grows back by accident. Deviant Art: https://www.deviantart.com/throlhaartkor/ Etsy: Image created with Midjourney by Thröl Haartkor on 2025-10-24 Content of the pack: 1 original (Elegy of the Last Green Breath.png | 2048x1147) 2 watermarked (_WATERMARKED) 2 upscales (_UPSCALE_x2.5, _UPSCALE_x5) + Fiche_Produit.txt (FR) Titre: Éloge du Dernier Souffle Vert Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Nom: Thröl Haartkor Mk V But: Détourner la solennité du désastre écologique en une scène absurde, presque comique. Un instant figé entre la curiosité animale et la bêtise humaine. Le corbeau n’en revient pas. Lui qui a tout vu - les hommes, leurs ruines, leurs effondrement recyclables - voilà qu’il tombe sur ça. Une fleur. Plantée dans une bouteille. Pas une oeuvre d'art, pas une décoration, non : juste une erreur botanique avec un sens de la mise en scène. Il s’approche, méfiant. Peut-être que ça explose, ces trucs-là. Il incline la tête, regarde la tige trembler, hésite. Il n’a jamais compris cette manie du vivant à vouloir repousser dans les pires endroits. Les humains meurent, les dieux se taisent, mais la fleur, elle, s’en fout. Elle pousse. Dans une bouteille crasseuse. En pleine apocalypse. Avec le panache d’une imbécile heureuse. Le corbeau ouvre le bec, prêt à crier - mais à qui ? Les églises derrière sont vides, les cieux saturés… Alors il reste là, interdit, presque admiratif. Alors il rit, le corbeau. Ou ce qui, chez lui, en tient lieu. Pas parce que c’est beau, mais parce que c’est ridicule. Même le dernier souffle du vert refuse de mourir dignement. Il s’accroche, grotesque, pathétique, héroïque malgré lui. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - Même la vie, ici, repousse par accident. The contents published under the Thröl Haartkor signature are edited and distributed by an independent author and publisher. Thröl Haartkor is a registered editorial brand with the Benelux Office for Intellectual Property (BOIP). Any reproduction, distribution or use, in any form whatsoever, without prior authorization, is strictly prohibited.

The Urban Succubus

by Thröl Haartkor 22 octobre 2025 in Tender Meat - 16:90 commentstags: Ai Art, AI Artist, Art, conceptual artwork, DownTown, EditorialAI, Life in black, MidjourneyArt, Modern Seduction, Neurotic AI Art, Psychological Art, Psychological Deseas, Throl, ThrölHaartkor, Urban Succubus
Title: Urban Succubus Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Name: Thröl Haartkor Mk V Purpose: To strip modern seduction of its veneer of power. To show, with irony and sarcasm, that in the electric city, even demons have premium subscriptions. She doesn’t come from Hell. She comes from downtown. The flames, she traded them for neon lights – softer, more profitable. Her kingdom is the wet asphalt, the glass towers, the reflections of desire in blue screens. And her prey? Connected souls, delivered with geolocation. The Urban Succubus doesn’t steal hearts, she charges them by the hour. She smiles like an invitation, looks like a promise, and speaks like a targeted ad. You think she chose you. No, she spotted you in the light of your own lack. She embodies the city – beautiful, cold, magnetic, saturated with temptations we made ourselves. Her gaze is the last glimmer before the fall: the one we desire because we know it burns. And her smile, that small calculated twist, says it all: “I don’t belong to you, but you’ll pay to believe I do.” Around her, the towers shimmer like funeral candles for lost purity. Lust is no longer a sin, it’s a monthly subscription. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - The Devil outsourced Hell. It’s now called “downtown.”

Plastic Paradise

by Thröl Haartkor 22 octobre 2025 in Tender Meat0 commentstags: Ai Art, AI Artist, Art, conceptual artwork, EditorialAI, Life in black, MidjourneyArt, Mijourney, Neurotic AI Art, Plastic Paradise, Pollution, Psychological Art, Psychological Deseas, Throl, ThrölHaartkor
Title: Plastic Paradise Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Name: Thröl Haartkor Mk V Purpose: To demolish false contemporary beauty – the one that shines over waste and believes itself divine. Acid irony, elegant sarcasm, aesthetics rotting beneath the varnish. Her name is Eve, so they say. Not the one from myths – the other one, the one from advertising. Her garden has no serpent, only plastic bags flapping in the wind. She poses, sublime, bathed in a discounted sun, with a rainbow as window dressing. The setting stinks, but the light is good. Around her, seagulls peck at the remains of a digested world. But she, beautiful as a lie, pulls a smile from the end of the world. Her silk dress sticks to her skin – luxurious, biodegradable. That’s the new purity: shining in the mud, breathing ammonia with grace, playing the muse while the sea vomits its chemical colors. Plastic is the new eternity. We no longer decompose – we preserve ourselves. And on this shore of trash and gilded filters, Eve does not fall. She poses. Because in this century, falling no longer exists – only framing. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - Paradise hasn’t disappeared. It’s just recyclable.

The Agronomist of Hell

by Thröl Haartkor 22 octobre 2025 in Neurotic AI Art0 commentstags: Agronomist, Ai Art, AI Artist, Art, conceptual artwork, EditorialAI, Hell, Life in black, MidjourneyArt, Mijourney, Psychological Art, Psychological Deseas, Throl, ThrölHaartkor
Title: The Agronomist of Hell Version: GPT 5 Custom/Midjourney V7 | Name: Thröl Haartkor Mk V Purpose: To denounce the ecological farce and the false industrial redemption with cold irony and lucid sarcasm. An acid text, poetic like a methane leak. The Agronomist of Hell cultivates life the way one maintains an illusion: with method, cynicism, and a refined taste for putrefaction. Look at him. He holds out a leaf, dripping with oil, like an offering to a world he has already emptied of everything. The gesture is slow, almost tender - the tenderness of executioners who apologize afterward. Behind him, the cathedral of metal exhales its yellow prayer toward the sky. The chimneys smoke like censers of apocalypse. The flowers have survived, yes, but they smell of rust. They no longer open to the sun, they open to shame. We were promised the green rebirth. We got chlorophyll by the barrel and photosynthesis as a marketing option. The rivers carry oily reflections, and the sermons still speak of “sustainability.” Funny word, that one. It almost sounds human. The Agronomist smiles, satisfied. He says he repairs, but every drop from his hand defiles what it touches. He plants contrition in the mud, and harvests oblivion. He says he saves nature, but he only prolongs its agony with elegance. And yet, he continues. Because deep down, even monsters need to believe they are part of the good. Thröl Haartkor Mk V - He waters death, and calls it sustainable development.