Prompt: Male anti-hero on a building in combat attitude. He has long white hair, with gray facial skin, no eyebrows and red eyes without pupils. He does not wear any kind of costume, the skin on his shoulders and pectorals is reticulated and red, the rest of his skin is reticulated and black.
Negative: suits, armors, deformed,
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Male anti-hero on a building in combat attitude. He has long white hair, with gray facial skin, no eyebrows and red eyes without pupils. He does not wear any kind of costume, the skin on his shoulders and pectorals is reticulated and red, the rest of his skin is reticulated and black.
Negative: deformed hands, deformed
Style: Photographic
Prompt: It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Negative: deformed, author's signature
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Negative: deformed, author's signature
Style: Pixel Art
Prompt: It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Negative: deformed, author's signature
Style: Line Art
Prompt: perfect Impasto oil technique abstract image... It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Negative: ugly, deformed, author signature
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: perfect Impasto oil technique abstract image... It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Negative: ugly, deformed, author signature
Style: Tile Texture
Prompt: Amazing impasto oil painting technique. It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: Amazing impasto oil painting technique. It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Amazing impasto oil painting technique. It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Amazing impasto oil painting technique. It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Style: Line Art
Prompt: antihero with long white hair, non-human face with gray skin, no eyebrows, no pupils but flaming red eyes. athletic body, shoulders with red reticulated skin, chest with red reticulated skin, rest of the body with black reticulated skin, in position ready for action, the context is a combat scene against alien beings.
Negative: deformed
Style: Photographic
Prompt: full body view of a male antihero with long white hair, human/reptilian face with gray skin, flaming red eyes. athletic body, shoulders with red reticulated skin, chest with red reticulated skin, rest of the body with black reticulated skin, in position ready for action, the context is a combat scene against alien beings.
Negative: eye pupils, nose, deformed
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Amazing mix technique oil painting abstract image, perfect focus, perfect contrast. high definition. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Origami
Prompt: Amazing mix technique oil painting abstract image, perfect focus, perfect contrast. high definition. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Style: Origami
Prompt: Amazing mix technique oil painting abstract image, perfect focus, perfect contrast. high definition. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Prompt: Amazing mix technique oil painting abstract image, perfect focus, perfect contrast. high definition. There is a contemplative lustrum behind the glass, which is a mute consort of the boiling joy that cries out to it with arms upraised and crowned in a fist, to the twin that looks out through that window. It is a small victory dressed in time won, and that the first conscience jealously guards in the memory of a child born into the world for the second time. And I ask myself at every instant: How long will the memory last? That one that assaults the head every time a doubt arises, every time it takes refuge in the moment that celebrates being alive; The one that becomes the shadow of your own Cronos! In the guardian of the Ego, that dresses you before the gaze of God... Forever and ever.
Prompt: Amazing impasto oil painting technique. It never rests, It lashes out against time, undaunted and haughty; scornful in the smile, the inquisitive gaze of those who, with the fire of shame, wants to feel at least at least on his level. The swaying at her waist reaches his soul, intoning a melody, invitations to the parsimonious one who looks at her; to all that pack that make the leash of dreams that binds them forever in their life without colours, let alone passion. It's you, beautiful! You know it! And if you know it, What's the use of shouting it? Drag it across the square, This woman's verve is not to be left at home!
Style: Sticker
