Prompt: hd 3d 32k photo cute 🦉☃️🥷🏻🐨 🐳🦈🐢🐯🦊 character creation cool animals, excellent color
Negative: ugly, badly drawn hands, weirdness, missing body parts
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: hd 3d 32k photo cute 🦉☃️🥷🏻🐨 🐳🦈🐢🐯🦊 character creation cool animals, excellent color
Negative: ugly, badly drawn hands, weirdness, missing body parts
Style: Low Poly
Prompt: hd 3d 32k photo cute 🦉☃️🥷🏻🐨 🐳🦈🐢🐯🦊 character creation cool animals, excellent color
Negative: ugly, badly drawn hands, weirdness, missing body parts
Style: Sticker
Prompt: hd 3d 32k photo cute 🦉☃️🥷🏻🐨 🐳🦈🐢🐯🦊 character creation cool animals, excellent color
Negative: ugly, badly drawn hands, weirdness, missing body parts
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: hd 3d 32k photo cute 🦉☃️🥷🏻🐨 🐳🦈🐢🐯🦊 character creation cool animals, excellent color
Negative: ugly, badly drawn hands, weirdness, missing body parts
Style: Line Art
Prompt: hd 3d 32k photo cute 🦉☃️🥷🏻🐨 🐳🦈🐢🐯🦊 character creation cool animals, excellent color
Negative: ugly, badly drawn hands, weirdness, missing body parts
Style: Pixel Art
Prompt: hd 3d 32k photo cute 🦉☃️🥷🏻🐨 🐳🦈🐢🐯🦊 character creation cool animals, excellent color
Negative: ugly, badly drawn hands, weirdness, missing body parts
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: Creating 3D Characters is one of the most exciting and rewarding parts of our job. Every character has it's own story to tell and part of that story \"leaks out\" from the first moment you lay eyes upon it. The body, face, clothing, hair all give the viewer some clues about the back story and the nature of the character.
Style: Analog Film
Prompt: Creating 3D Characters is one of the most exciting and rewarding parts of our job. Every character has it's own story to tell and part of that story \"leaks out\" from the first moment you lay eyes upon it. The body, face, clothing, hair all give the viewer some clues about the back story and the nature of the character.
Style: Pixel Art
Prompt: Creating 3D Characters is one of the most exciting and rewarding parts of our job. Every character has it's own story to tell and part of that story \"leaks out\" from the first moment you lay eyes upon it. The body, face, clothing, hair all give the viewer some clues about the back story and the nature of the character.
Prompt: A beautiful extra-terrestrial female researcher is sent down to a remote island to observe earth and beam her findings back to her planet. She’s strictly forbidden to make any human contact. She detests everything about earth.A research scientist, in a small boat fitted out with equipment is dispatched to investigate monitored, unusual signal activity emanating from this island.Alas, a storm causes his boat to be shattered on rocks with loss of all equipment. His life is ebbing away as he is washed ashore.And so the saga begins… ~~~~~~~~~~~In a palette of shimmering shades I dreamed Of moons circling moons within a celestial frameAnd scintillating stars that flickered through the day As melodious echoes sweetly called my nameMy thoughts of home are just nostalgic images that tarry Oh Earthling how I detest your Earth and its sustenance Through parted shrubs with bated breath your progress I observe To beings of my planet so dissimilar your semblanceUndertaking this mission I realized a challenge it would be In truth your species to my world kindles an obsessive passionTo secretly observe - make no association – my strict instruction Till finding you fading fast evoked these feelings of compassionOur paths were linked when I discovered you washed ashore Have you not wondered how you survived your sunken craft?Sensations of when our lips first touched cavort through my mind Breathing my life into you else it slipped forever aftYour countenance paler than before - will you arise today? Oh beating heart - my bond to you grows stronger by the daysNatheless your harsh world would to me be a misplaced acceptance Despite my ‘ought’ to transmit a recall cue forestalls and strays\u003c~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~\u003eStrange visions overwhelmed me in deepest slumberCould this be heaven? Yet all is familiar, I've seen this beforeBlue sky o'er head, chimerical cumulus clouds without numberSandy beach below, the sound of gentle waves crashing, crashingMy head, my head! Was I but for a moment dead?Throbbing, aching as though caught in some cosmic viseReal or unreal? Fantasy or truth? What ethereal dreams bledInto my brain in my hour of demise? And yet...Eyes of lemon-jade staring into my own. Translucent skin of topaz blueAgainst my battered and naked torso, tenderly caressing me, stroking my hairA face, a face not like my own, her teardrops as the morning dewYet the vision keeps phasing, like daylight into dusk and then back againSoft lips of hyacinth pressing gently against my own,The sweet taste of honey as a healing zephyr fills my lungsIn and out - in and out - flesh of my flesh bone of my boneO saviour, soul mate from the stars, from whence have thou come... Wait! A stirring in amongst the trees - footfall sounds I can't dismissAm I being watched? - Who's there? I rise to my feet, unsteadilyAnd turn to face my benefactor - Or is he/she/it my nemesis?Am I standing in a holy place, or my own private purgatory?Head spinning, body feeling heavy – a sudden need to rest, to sleepDarkness encroaches like malevolent shadows greedy to overtakeCrescent moon appears in southern sky - my soul to keep, my soul to keepAs dim fades to black a face suddenly hovers, a tender kiss upon my cheekMy Celestial Angel returns …
Prompt: PERIHELION BY TOBY MACNUTT For this comet’s path I chose it, carved itto be our temporary castle. In the act of openingI let its secrets leak out into the starlight,exposing this pocked and hissing water-iceas blue as your seven elder sisters.I shaped it to us till it shone. It is not terraformed(this is no earth) but transfigured: a chiselled, burnished fluid.You descend, shimmering darkly.The scent of you, of alien metals, diffusesinto my atmosphere of breath and frozen dust.And of desire: you, nebula-born, you empyrean beauty,I would see you nova-bright and radiant,pulsing, brilliant with every cosmic hue.Yet I have tumbled through so many skies,and found none to be your match. I have no stars to give.I hold out my empty hands. As solar wind strokes the ice-wallinto light, into life, my reaching fingers glitter with their gift:We are the void. (I touch your cheek.)We hold the stars already,and we burn, we burn.
Style: Sticker
Prompt: PERIHELION BY TOBY MACNUTT For this comet’s path I chose it, carved itto be our temporary castle. In the act of openingI let its secrets leak out into the starlight,exposing this pocked and hissing water-iceas blue as your seven elder sisters.I shaped it to us till it shone. It is not terraformed(this is no earth) but transfigured: a chiselled, burnished fluid.You descend, shimmering darkly.The scent of you, of alien metals, diffusesinto my atmosphere of breath and frozen dust.And of desire: you, nebula-born, you empyrean beauty,I would see you nova-bright and radiant,pulsing, brilliant with every cosmic hue.Yet I have tumbled through so many skies,and found none to be your match. I have no stars to give.I hold out my empty hands. As solar wind strokes the ice-wallinto light, into life, my reaching fingers glitter with their gift:We are the void. (I touch your cheek.)We hold the stars already,and we burn, we burn.
Style: Neon Punk
Prompt: PERIHELION BY TOBY MACNUTT For this comet’s path I chose it, carved itto be our temporary castle. In the act of openingI let its secrets leak out into the starlight,exposing this pocked and hissing water-iceas blue as your seven elder sisters.I shaped it to us till it shone. It is not terraformed(this is no earth) but transfigured: a chiselled, burnished fluid.You descend, shimmering darkly.The scent of you, of alien metals, diffusesinto my atmosphere of breath and frozen dust.And of desire: you, nebula-born, you empyrean beauty,I would see you nova-bright and radiant,pulsing, brilliant with every cosmic hue.Yet I have tumbled through so many skies,and found none to be your match. I have no stars to give.I hold out my empty hands. As solar wind strokes the ice-wallinto light, into life, my reaching fingers glitter with their gift:We are the void. (I touch your cheek.)We hold the stars already,and we burn, we burn.
Style: Line Art
Prompt: PERIHELION BY TOBY MACNUTT For this comet’s path I chose it, carved itto be our temporary castle. In the act of openingI let its secrets leak out into the starlight,exposing this pocked and hissing water-iceas blue as your seven elder sisters.I shaped it to us till it shone. It is not terraformed(this is no earth) but transfigured: a chiselled, burnished fluid.You descend, shimmering darkly.The scent of you, of alien metals, diffusesinto my atmosphere of breath and frozen dust.And of desire: you, nebula-born, you empyrean beauty,I would see you nova-bright and radiant,pulsing, brilliant with every cosmic hue.Yet I have tumbled through so many skies,and found none to be your match. I have no stars to give.I hold out my empty hands. As solar wind strokes the ice-wallinto light, into life, my reaching fingers glitter with their gift:We are the void. (I touch your cheek.)We hold the stars already,and we burn, we burn.
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: POEM-ROCKET BY ALLEN GINSBERG I am another Star.Will you eat my poems or read themor gaze with aluminum blind plates on sunless pages?do you dream or translate \u0026 accept data with indifferent droopingsof antennae?do I make sense to your flowery green receptor eyesockets? do youhave visions of God?Which way will the sunflowers turn surrounded by millions of suns?This is my rocket my personal rocket I send up my message BeyondSomeone to hear me thereMy immortalitywithout steel or cobalt basalt or diamond gold or mercurial firewithout passports filing cabinets bits of paper warheadswithout myself finallypure thought
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: POEM-ROCKET BY ALLEN GINSBERG I am another Star.Will you eat my poems or read themor gaze with aluminum blind plates on sunless pages?do you dream or translate \u0026 accept data with indifferent droopingsof antennae?do I make sense to your flowery green receptor eyesockets? do youhave visions of God?Which way will the sunflowers turn surrounded by millions of suns?This is my rocket my personal rocket I send up my message BeyondSomeone to hear me thereMy immortalitywithout steel or cobalt basalt or diamond gold or mercurial firewithout passports filing cabinets bits of paper warheadswithout myself finallypure thought
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: When you think about poetry, you might be used to exploring themes of romantic, deep, complex emotions, mythology, self-love, identity and the like. But sometimes these explorations of the self or the world can be expressed through an otherworldliness lense: Science Fiction. As Wallace Stevens said, “All poetry is experimental poetry.” Aliens, astronauts, the vastness of space, monsters, and clones can all have their place in poetry and still keep us connected to the human condition—poems that blur the line between speculation and reality. The experience of reading poetry can even feel risky, like entering another world, even if just for a few moments. If you value diversity, weirdness, contradiction and outer space in your reading, check out these out-of-this-world poems for science fiction fans. ANIARA BY HARRY MARTINSON We’re slowly coming to suspect that the spacewe’re traveling in is of a different sortfrom what we thought whenever that word “space”was decked out by our fantasies on Earth.We’re coming to suspect now that our driftis even deeper then we first believed,that knowledge is a blue naivetéwhich with a measured quantity of insightimagined that the Mystery has structure.We now suspect that what we claim is spaceand glassy clarity around Aniara’s hullis spirit, everlasting and impalpable,that we have strayed in spiritual seas.
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: /dream prompt: I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.🦖🐬🐰🐤🦉🦕🐳🐊👽 hd 3d 32k amazing perfect photo realistic scene fantasy
Negative: weird, ugly, badly drawn hands, extra legs, extra arms
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: /dream prompt: I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.🦖🐬🐰🐤🦉🦕🐳🐊👽 hd 3d 32k amazing perfect photo realistic scene fantasy
Negative: weird, ugly, badly drawn hands, extra legs, extra arms
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;Or else, departing dream, and shadowy formOf midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;By night star-veiling, and by dayDarkening the light and blotting out the sun;Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.\" 🌞🏄🏼♂️🌊🐳🐬🐟🐠🦈🦞🦐🦕🦖🦎👩🚀
Negative: 🌞🏄🏼♂️🌊🐳🐬🐟🐠🦈🦞🦐🦕🦖🦎👩🚀
Style: Neon Punk
Prompt: Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;Or else, departing dream, and shadowy formOf midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;By night star-veiling, and by dayDarkening the light and blotting out the sun;Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.\" 🌞🏄🏼♂️🌊🐳🐬🐟🐠🦈🦞🦐🦕🦖🦎👩🚀
Negative: 🌞🏄🏼♂️🌊🐳🐬🐟🐠🦈🦞🦐🦕🦖🦎👩🚀
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: Light-winged Smoke, Icarian bird,Melting thy pinions in thy upward flight,Lark without song, and messenger of dawn,Circling above the hamlets as thy nest;Or else, departing dream, and shadowy formOf midnight vision, gathering up thy skirts;By night star-veiling, and by dayDarkening the light and blotting out the sun;Go thou my incense upward from this hearth,And ask the gods to pardon this clear flame.\" 🌞🏄🏼♂️🌊🐳🐬🐟🐠🦈🦞🦐🦕🦖🦎👩🚀
Negative: 🌞🏄🏼♂️🌊🐳🐬🐟🐠🦈🦞🦐🦕🦖🦎👩🚀
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: the first becomes the last, upside down is right side up, the reflection of a mirror is a portal to another land of animals 🦉🦍🦏🙈🐌☃️🐗🦆🐆🦁 with ar 15s hd 3d 32k
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: the first becomes the last, upside down is right side up, the reflection of a mirror is a portal to another land of animals 🦉🦍🦏🙈🐌☃️🐗🦆🐆🦁 with ar 15s hd 3d 32k
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: the first becomes the last, upside down is right side up, the reflection of a mirror is a portal to another land of animals 🦉🦍🦏🙈🐌☃️🐗🦆🐆🦁 with ar 15s hd 3d 32k
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: the first becomes the last, upside down is right side up, the reflection of a mirror is a portal to another land of animals 🦉🦍🦏🙈🐌☃️🐗🦆🐆🦁 with ar 15s hd 3d 32k
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: the first becomes the last, upside down is right side up, the reflection of a mirror is a portal to another land of animals 🦉🦍🦏🙈🐌☃️🐗🦆🐆🦁 with ar 15s hd 3d 32k
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: the first becomes the last, upside down is right side up, the reflection of a mirror is a portal to another land of animals 🦉🦍🦏🙈🐌☃️🐗🦆🐆🦁 with ar 15s hd 3d 32k
Style: Photographic
Prompt: a journey beyond a point where the start is the same as the finish, with esoteric alien mobsters doing activities in another world where everything is green and white hd 3d photo
Style: Origami
Prompt: a journey beyond a point where the start is the same as the finish, with esoteric alien mobsters doing activities in another world where everything is green and white hd 3d photo
Style: Digital Art
