Prompt: Staline with hitler on a late night talk about they will ruled the world, they are hand in hand and about to kiss
Prompt: tall Adolf Hitler headpatting a shorter Benyamin Netanyahou, cartoonish, natural coloring, natural light,
Negative: bad anatomy
Prompt: A pact in the shadows. By candlelight in an austere room, two figures huddle close in conference. Furtive hands mix powder into liquid as a bargain is struck beyond all witness. Hitler bares his arm as his physician wields the needle, an oath performed in the dead of night. What promises were made under this shroud of secrecy? What debts will come due as the sun rises, witness to the acts performed when good men look aside? Their faces are obscured by shadow and choice, but some pacts will outlive even the reckoning of history. The image aspect is 16:9 and the style is cinematic.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: \"In a dimly lit war room, Adolf Hitler paces back and forth, his mind clouded by the effects of cocaine addiction. His eyes dart frantically as he tries to focus, but his thoughts remain scattered. With a mix of paranoia and determination, he clutches a map, his finger tracing the lines as he contemplates his next move. The room is filled with an air of chaos, a reflection of Hitler's inner turmoil. The scene captures the distorted decision-making process fueled by cocaine, as the dictator's judgment becomes increasingly erratic and unpredictable.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: In his private study, Hitler sits stoically as Dr. Morell attaches a small nasal pump. Streetlights outside reflect hauntingly off the Führer's pale face. With a controlled inhale, he squeezes the pump, dosing himself discretely. A glint of something dark crosses his eyes, though his expression remains stony. Morell makes his notes then bows out, leaving Hitler alone in the dim room. He sits motionless for a long while, the only sound his steady breathing feeding his addiction, fueling the engines of his depraved ambition, sending the world further down the road to ruin. The soft whirring of the pump is a whisper in the dark that will echo through history.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Around the conference table, generals pause in muted disbelief. At the head, the Führer throws back his head in hearty laughter - a rare, resonant sound that causes more than one aide to start. \"Mein Führer, the situation in Stalingrad...\" ventures one advisor hesitantly. But Hitler waves away concerns, eyes dancing with mirth.\"Let the Russians freeze their britches off this winter!\" he chuckles. \"Come spring, we shall feast on their corpses!\" Despite battered reports strewn before them, the mood is lighthearted - as if for a moment the cares of empire have lifted. Victory, the Führer insists, will come; until then, let others despair. As he grins, a foreign emotion flashes across hard eyes - the simple joy of camaraderie in strife, and faith that through will alone all obstacles must yield. In his confidence, others find respite, tension ebbing as plans are resumed under sunnier auspices. Even in war, it seems, some light may yet be found. The meeting proceeds in good humor under an unprecedentedly smiling Führer. For now, all is well.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: zooming in, original Dungeons and Dragons art, in the style of Clyde Caldwell, in the style of Larry Elmore, in the style of Jeff Easley, in the style of Keith Parkinson, in the style of Daniel R Horne
Prompt: In the dim candlelight of his study, Hitler paces restless as a caged animal. Sweat soaks through his uniform. Yet no amount of movement relieves the itching beneath his skin. Documents lie scattered where they fell; his war machine grinds to a halt without its commander. Beyond the window, the night seems to close in, mirroring the cells of his own ravaged body. Once an empire writ large across the map, now a microcosm of wreckage. From the first hypodermic needling ambition, his fall was foretold. But in oppression's echoes down the years, may some discern: no matter the heights, nothing borne of poison lasts. Somewhere in the city, the ghost of Morell watches and weeps.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: \"In a dimly lit chamber, Adolf Hitler stands alone, his eyes wide with a mix of terror and exhilaration. The room pulsates with an eerie energy as he clutches a small vial of cocaine in his trembling hand. With a sudden surge of courage, he raises the vial to his lips and takes a deep inhale. Instantly, a whirlwind of emotions engulfs him. Fear grips his heart, yet a twisted sense of excitement courses through his veins. The scene captures the dangerous dance between terror and ecstasy, as Hitler succumbs to the intoxicating power of cocaine.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Norman Rockwell illustration of close up of a dish of different cheeses, light blue empty background, vintage pulp style, vintage pulp illustration, Norman Rockwell illustration, 4k
Negative: any Character, any Human being
Prompt: A tight close-up focuses on the intense discussion between two figures. Adolf Hitler sits behind a large wooden desk, his pale eyes fixed intently on the man before him. Doctor Ernst-Robert Grawitz stands with hands clasped behind his back, detailing the Fuhrer's worsening health issues with a somber yet direct tone. Beads of sweat gather on Hitler's hairline as he takes in the grave prognosis. Though only in his mid-50s, the dictator appears much older—his signature mustache unable to hide the deep lines marking his drawn face. After a long tense pause, Hitler dismisses the physician with a curt nod, reaching instead for papers requiring his signature. As Grawitz exits, concern is etched on his face, knowing the demands of war leadership are hastening his patient's decline.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Robotic humanoid body formed entirely by white spirograph vortex of Fibanacci sequence with complex topology of glowing nodal RGB light network dark deep by Gerald Brom focused lighting in space ship control room
Negative: skin, bad art, badly drawn hands, badly drawn faces, plastic skin texture
Style: Photographic
Prompt: In a dimly lit room, Adolf Hitler sits on a plush chair, his face etched with exhaustion and desperation. A trusted personal physician stands before him, their eyes locked in a shared understanding. The camera captures the weight of the moment, the air thick with secrecy and urgency.The physician carefully prepares a syringe, drawing up a measured dose of cocaine. Their gloved hands move with precision, as if performing a delicate dance. The camera zooms in on the vial, the white powder shimmering under the muted light, before focusing on the syringe, the liquid inside reflecting a dangerous allure.In this intimate setting, the physician approaches Hitler, their eyes mirroring a mixture of compassion and duty. With a gentle touch, they find a suitable vein on Hitler's arm, their expertise evident in their steady hand. The camera captures the fleeting exchange of glances, a silent pact forged in this hidden corner of history.As the needle pierces Hitler's skin, his face tightens momentarily with discomfort. But the anticipation of relief soon replaces any pain. The camera moves in closer, capturing the moment as the cocaine enters his bloodstream, its effects coursing through his veins like a surge of invigoration.A subtle transformation takes place before the camera's lens. Hitler's weariness dissipates, replaced by a growing sense of vitality. His eyes regain their focus, shimmering with a newfound intensity. The camera follows him as he rises from the chair, his movements more assured, his posture straightened.With renewed vigor, Hitler takes center stage. The camera captures the grandeur of the hall, the audience eagerly awaiting his presence. As he begins to speak, his voice carries an electric energy, each word punctuated with conviction. The camera moves fluidly, capturing the crowd's rapt attention and the intensity emanating from Hitler's every gesture.The scene concludes with a sweeping shot of Hitler, his voice resonating through the hall, his eyes burning with an almost mesmerizing charisma. The camera fades out, leaving behind an eerie sense of the power that lies within the secret alliance between Hitler and his physician.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: a red robot in Art Deco style, painting by Tamara de Lempicka,
Negative: a robot, not a girl
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: ：The atmosphere of battle between the two armies is strong, and the generals charge forward on horseback.
Prompt: \"In a dimly lit command center, Adolf Hitler sits at a large table, surrounded by top military advisors. However, his once sharp and focused gaze is now glazed and unfocused. As he attempts to discuss the intricacies of the war strategy, his words become muddled and incoherent. The room is filled with a palpable sense of unease as his advisors exchange worried glances. The scene captures the devastating impact of Hitler's cocaine addiction on his ability to make sound decisions, as his once brilliant mind is clouded by confusion and impaired judgment.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: side view of a sika deer, standing in orange orchard, yellow leaves and oranges on trees, warm sunlight
Style: Watercolor
Prompt: young woman made of wood, short, petite, very curly hair, hairlocks, dark blond hair, freckles, round face, realistic
Prompt: Dr. Morell studies Hitler's fatigued face as he rubs his reddened nose. In a drawer Morell finds a novelty - a small nasal pump dispenser curiously engraved with cocaina. He explains its intended use for local anesthesia but Hitler sees greater potential. That evening, alone in his study, Hitler affixes the delicate golden device and presses the plunger experimentally. A rush floods his mind as if jet fuel in his veins. Hitler works through the night energized, pages filling with manic plans in spidery hand. Dawn light reveals Hitler grasping the empty pump, eyes bloodshot but resolute behind his papers, fueled for the challenges that lay ahead.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Night blankets Berlin as a lone flashlight beam cuts the dark inside the Führerbunker. Hitler sits hunched at his desk, spectral in its glow. Maps and documents swell around him like a tide, strategies scrawled in frantic hand offset only by deep worry lines on his brow. Outside, the fury of battle nears yet within these walls another war rages—a losing fight against his own demons as addiction takes its toll. He rubs tired eyes, squinting through the shadows for answers that will not come. All his dreams now seem so far away, the future looming as a specter that will not leave his thoughts in these long lonely hours. The world above holds only enemies while below, even solace flees his grasp.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: In his private quarters, Hitler sits at his desk, rubbing his temples. Morell enters quietly and opens his leather medical bag. He removes a small nasal pump, priming its tiny syringe with a precious few milligrams of cocaine solution. Morell gently takes Hitler's face in his hands and inserts the pump's thin tip into his right nostril. A soft hiss, and Hitler gasps, eyes blinking rapidly. Morell withdraws the pump, watches Hitler anxiously awaiting its ephemeral effects. After a moment, Hitler straightens, clarity returning to his stare. He nods dismissal to Morell, who departs with the used device, leaving Hitler to his work, buoyed for a time by the stimulant's artificial vigor.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Amelia Mary Earhart soaring through the skies over the Pacific in her aircraft. The dream captures the vast expanse of the ocean below, the limitless sky above, and wisps of clouds, illustrating the awe-inspiring journey of this pioneering aviator.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Frogs on lily pads and around the log, bowing with hopeful anticipation, portraying reverence to the silent log symbolizing authority.
Prompt: \"In a dimly lit study, Adolf Hitler sits behind a mahogany desk, his face pale and worn. A trusted personal physician stands before him, holding a small vial of cocaine. The room is filled with tension as the doctor carefully explains the potential benefits of the drug. Hitler, desperate for relief from his ailments, reluctantly extends his trembling hand to receive the prescription. The scene captures the desperation and vulnerability of the dictator, as he seeks solace in the form of a controversial medication.\"
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: image d’un petit garçon antillais déguisé pour le carnaval en joueur de golf avec du tissus madras photorealiste
Prompt: In a dimly lit room hidden away from prying eyes, Adolf Hitler sits in a plush chair, his face weary and drained. A trusted personal physician stands beside him, their expressions masked by a shared secrecy. The camera captures the tension in the room as the physician carefully prepares a syringe filled with cocaine, the substance that will provide Hitler with a temporary escape from his troubled reality.Their movements are precise and deliberate, as if performing a clandestine ritual. The camera focuses on the vial of cocaine, the white powder shimmering under the dim light. With steady hands, the physician injects the drug into Hitler's arm, their eyes locking for a fleeting moment filled with unspoken understanding.As the cocaine takes effect, a surge of energy courses through Hitler's veins. The weariness in his face fades, replaced by a newfound vitality. The camera captures the transformation in his demeanor as a spark ignites in his eyes and a sly smile graces his lips.With renewed vigor, Hitler rises from the chair, his movements fluid and confident. The camera follows him as he strides purposefully towards a grand hall, where a crowd eagerly awaits his presence. As he steps onto the stage, the camera pulls back, capturing the magnitude of the moment.Hitler's voice resonates with a commanding power, his words flowing effortlessly as he delivers an impassioned speech. The camera moves dynamically, capturing the crowd's reaction as they hang onto his every word, their faces reflecting a mix of admiration and fervor.The scene crescendos as Hitler's energy reaches its peak. His gestures become grander, his voice booming with unwavering conviction. The camera cuts to close-ups of individuals in the crowd, their expressions filled with awe and devotion, inspired by the force of Hitler's words and the influence of the cocaine coursing through his veins.The scene ends with a final shot of Hitler, basking in the adulation of his followers, their applause echoing through the hall. The camera fades out, leaving behind a lingering sense of the dark forces at play, fueled by the secret alliance between Hitler and his physician.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: In a dimly lit room hidden away from prying eyes, Adolf Hitler sits in a plush chair, his face weary and drained. A trusted personal physician stands beside him, their expressions masked by a shared secrecy. The camera captures the tension in the room as the physician carefully prepares a syringe filled with cocaine, the substance that will provide Hitler with a temporary escape from his troubled reality.Their movements are precise and deliberate, as if performing a clandestine ritual. The camera focuses on the vial of cocaine, the white powder shimmering under the dim light. With steady hands, the physician injects the drug into Hitler's arm, their eyes locking for a fleeting moment filled with unspoken understanding.As the cocaine takes effect, a surge of energy courses through Hitler's veins. The weariness in his face fades, replaced by a newfound vitality. The camera captures the transformation in his demeanor as a spark ignites in his eyes and a sly smile graces his lips.With renewed vigor, Hitler rises from the chair, his movements fluid and confident. The camera follows him as he strides purposefully towards a grand hall, where a crowd eagerly awaits his presence. As he steps onto the stage, the camera pulls back, capturing the magnitude of the moment.Hitler's voice resonates with a commanding power, his words flowing effortlessly as he delivers an impassioned speech. The camera moves dynamically, capturing the crowd's reaction as they hang onto his every word, their faces reflecting a mix of admiration and fervor.The scene crescendos as Hitler's energy reaches its peak. His gestures become grander, his voice booming with unwavering conviction. The camera cuts to close-ups of individuals in the crowd, their expressions filled with awe and devotion, inspired by the force of Hitler's words and the influence of the cocaine coursing through his veins.The scene ends with a final shot of Hitler, basking in the adulation of his followers, their applause echoing through the hall. The camera fades out, leaving behind a lingering sense of the dark forces at play, fueled by the secret alliance between Hitler and his physician.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Tea room ，Japanese style tea table, modern and minimalist, with people drinking tea next to the table, realistic photography
Prompt: a couple being intimate in an eastern European block building during a warm summer night, cinematic, kissing, French kiss
Prompt: A futuristic frozen swamp, in a dense, thick, cloudy smog, where a festival went wrong, painted by Frederic Edwin Church and Caspar David Friedrich, under a cloudy winter morning sky, foreboding atmosphere. A torn apart large futuristic mechanical mobile factory is the focal point on the side
Negative: vibrant, summer, relaxed
Prompt: In a chilling scene set in Hitler's underground bunker, the atmosphere is laden with tension. The dimly lit, claustrophobic space captures the haunting essence of a moment marked by interrogation and torment. Adolf Hitler, subjected to the harsh reality of his actions, endures the psychological weight in this stark and foreboding underground chamber.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Within the confines of the Situation Room, tension hangs thick as foul air. Maps and files lay scattered - remnants of a strategy now in tatters. Hitler stands rigid at the head of the table, staring unseeingly at a point in the distance as generals drone reports of defeat. His expression betrays nothing, but a phantom itch works its way up aging limbs. How long they've been at this, he wonders. How many meetings like this has he endured? An iron will that forged an empire now threatens to fracture, its edges worn down by responsibilities too vast even for his indomitable spirit. As arguments rise among his men, lost possibilities flickering in the corners of his gaze, somewhere a small voice whispers - was it all for naught? The Führer shakes himself, straightening to renewed attention. Retreat is not in his nature. Through force of will alone he has come this far. There must be, there will be, another path to victory. His word is law; the war goes on.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: photograph of two 22-year old Ukrainian girls kissing passionately in a night club. 35mm canon.
Prompt: In a secluded room, dimly lit and draped in secrecy, Adolf Hitler sits in a plush armchair, his face pale and drawn. A trusted personal physician stands beside him, a syringe filled with cocaine in hand. The camera captures the tension in the room as the physician carefully approaches Hitler, his movements deliberate and calculated.Hitler's eyes meet the physician's gaze, a mixture of anticipation and desperation in his expression. The camera moves in closer, capturing the beads of sweat forming on Hitler's forehead. The physician's gloved hand trembles slightly as he prepares to administer the drug.With a gentle touch, the physician finds a vein on Hitler's arm, his eyes never leaving Hitler's face. The camera focuses on their intertwined hands, the needle piercing Hitler's skin, and a small rush of blood mixing with the clear liquid in the syringe.As the cocaine enters his bloodstream, Hitler's eyes widen, a surge of energy and euphoria coursing through his veins. The camera captures the subtle change in his demeanor as a smile tugs at the corners of his mouth. Colors become more vibrant, and the room seems to come alive with a renewed sense of purpose.The camera pulls back, revealing Hitler and the physician in the room, their secret alliance sealed by this clandestine act. The scene ends with a lingering shot of Hitler, his eyes filled with a dangerous determination, ready to face the world with the enhanced confidence that only cocaine can provide.
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Dr. Morell finishes fitting the small nasal pump onto Hitler's face. Plunger extended, it delivers cocaine directly into each nostril. Hitler squeezes the device, inhaling sharply with eyes closed as the alkaloid takes effect. Soon a detectable dilation of his pupils and elevated respiration indicate its rush. Morell makes another note. This new automated method of delivering the stimulant promises to be far more discreet and efficient for Hitler's schedule of rallies and late-night war briefings. Though Morell warns of addiction risks, Hitler is already dependent on the pump's restorative powers. He departs energized for his next appointment.
Style: Cinematic
