The nightly/daily floods of images to get blue buzz is a reality these days. It's neither good or bad but it is. I sometimes pick up challenge and throw a few images in for fun but rarely even go to the 10. I did for the ScribbleRay showcase challenge because of what is below. I decided to write a small story, generate a bunch of images using the challenge LoRA of ScribbleRay (SDXL) - ScribbleRay by Squeej and my own Creepy Cute Magical Impressions for color and magic.
Enter the story of a Goblin named Scratch and his travels in the scribble filled under dark.
A small goblin, hunched and cautious, emerges from a cavern of absolute darkness. The background is a tangled labyrinth of roots and stone, fading into inky blackness. The only light comes from bioluminescent mushrooms scattered along the ground, glowing in shades of eerie blue, purple, and green. The goblin’s wide eyes reflect the glow, filled with fear and wonder. The air feels thick with mystery, as if ancient creatures are watching from the unseen depths. Dramatic black-and-white inked sketch style, high contrast, selective bursts of color from the glowing fungi.
The goblin stands at the mouth of a massive cave, looking out at an unfamiliar world. The entrance behind him is jagged and foreboding, curling inward like the teeth of a beast. The sky is a swirling, chaotic mix of inked lines, a storm of uncertainty. The ground is littered with small glowing spores, faint embers of blue and violet illuminating the goblin’s feet. A sense of eerie beauty fills the scene, like the first step of a grand adventure into the unknown.
Deep within the cavern, the goblin follows a narrow, winding path lit only by clusters of glowing mushrooms. The light flickers on his ragged clothes, his tiny frame appearing fragile against the looming rock formations. Dark, shifting figures seem to move just beyond the reach of the light, hinting at unseen dangers. The contrast between darkness and the cool neon glow of the mushrooms gives the scene an otherworldly effect.
A rickety wooden bridge hangs over a vast, swirling abyss. The wood is cracked, the ropes frayed, as if time itself has worn it down. Below, an infinite void stretches into nothingness, tendrils of mist rising ominously. The goblin stands at the edge, his small hands gripping the ropes, his glowing eyes the only source of color, flickering with fear and determination. The high-contrast ink style makes the bridge look even more fragile, every stroke emphasizing decay and uncertainty.
The goblin steps cautiously onto the bridge, each plank creaking under his weight. Ethereal blue flames flicker along the ropes, as if spirits guard the passage. Below, shadows twist and move, forming ghostly hands that reach up toward him. The scene is intensely high-contrast, with the bridge itself almost blending into the darkness. The only color is the unnatural glow of the flames, casting an eerie blue light on the goblin’s frightened face.
From the goblin’s perspective, the bridge stretches endlessly into the fog. The other side is obscured, a mystery waiting to be revealed. The sky is chaotic, jagged ink lines swirling like a storm overhead. As he hesitates, a single plank ahead crumbles away, vanishing into the abyss below. A sense of impending doom fills the frame, heightened by the extreme contrast of the monochrome sketch style.
A massive bat, wings outstretched like a nightmarish specter, descends upon the goblin. Its eyes glow a piercing crimson, the only color in the scene. The goblin, barely a speck in comparison, scrambles over jagged rocks, desperately trying to escape. Inked strokes emphasize movement, with chaotic lines radiating from the bat’s wings, creating a terrifying sense of speed and power.
The goblin cowers in the shadows as a monstrous bat perches above, its claws digging into a ruined stone archway. Its body is a mass of dark, swirling strokes, almost blending into the sky. Its glowing red eyes scan the darkness, searching. The goblin clutches a tiny glowing charm—a weak, flickering gold light against the overwhelming black-and-white void.
The goblin runs, his feet kicking up dust and debris as the bat screeches behind him. Its wings cut through the air like ink slashes, jagged and violent. The entire scene feels like a feverish sketch, chaotic strokes adding to the tension. A blur of movement, desperation, and fear.
Towering trees with gnarled, twisting limbs loom over the goblin. Their bark is carved with eerie, distorted faces, their hollow eyes following his every step. Shadows flicker unnaturally, moving independently from the light. The goblin clutches a tiny lantern, its golden glow the only break in the darkness. High-contrast ink strokes make the trees look alive, their branches curling like claws.
The goblin stands frozen as a tree trunk splits open like a monstrous mouth, jagged wood forming teeth. Shadows spill out, forming inky tendrils that stretch toward him. His only weapon is a small rune, glowing faintly in blue—his only defense against the consuming darkness.
A whispering wind howls through the trees as shadowy figures dance between the trunks. Their forms are indistinct, like smudges of ink on the paper of reality. The goblin’s footsteps glow faintly, a mystical energy marking his path, the only color in the grayscale horror.
A massive stone golem towers over the goblin, its body carved from obsidian-like rock. Across its chest, glowing runes pulse in shades of deep violet, shifting like living words. The goblin hesitates, staring up at the creature’s blank, unmoving face. The scene feels ancient and imposing, the heavy ink strokes emphasizing the golem’s sheer weight and power.
The goblin places a hand on one of the glowing runes, and instantly, a shockwave of violet light bursts outward, illuminating the darkness for a split second. The golem’s eyes flicker open, two brilliant white-hot lights burning in its sockets. The goblin steps back, realizing he may have awakened something ancient and dangerous.
The golem moves, slow but unstoppable, its body cracking with each massive step. The glowing runes shift as if speaking in an unreadable language. The goblin’s eyes narrow—he must decipher their meaning before it’s too late. A high-contrast, inked battle of wisdom and strength begins.
Overcoming the rune challenge, a shimmering silver river winds before the goblin, its currents revealing ghostly images of past and future selves. Some show him victorious, others fallen. He reaches out, but the water distorts around his fingers. He must choose: step in and change fate or turn back and accept destiny. The scene is ink-heavy, but the glowing river shines with ethereal silver, a surreal contrast.
Who knows what happens next.
Hope you enjoyed my scribble walk through a creepy, cute, and magical goblin tale.