Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Prompt: There are no Kings in this world. Crushed crowns fade to soil and dirt.Crumbling castles wander like spurned lovers,into the fast, and forgiving sea.Law is snuffed by a lithesome handthat leans from out the voiceless wind.Nature waits, with roving eye,to welcome back the bones, at last,of the madness that is man.
Prompt: There is another wonder in the world: The sea will swell violently, It will boil, it will howl, It rushes onto the empty shore, Will spill in a noisy run, And they find themselves on the shore, In scales, like the heat of grief, Thirty-three heroes All the handsome men are daring, Young giants Everyone is equal, as if by selection, The guy is with them. There is a princess beyond the sea, What you can't take your eyes off: During the day the light of God is eclipsed, At night it illuminates the earth, The moon shines under the scythe, And in the format:
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: There is another wonder in the world: The sea will swell violently, It will boil, it will howl, It rushes onto the empty shore, Will spill in a noisy run, And they will find themselves on the shore, In scales, like the heat of grief, Thirty-three heroes All the handsome men are daring, Young giants Everyone is equal, as if by selection, Uncle Chernomor is with them. High detail..
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The well-defined ashes gracefully float on the condensed ripples, brushing over the wrinkled eyes of the drowned sailors, preserved in an unforgettable surrealistic style, passing through an invisible void, and the brief remnants of the submerged smoke stumbling through shallow graves intertwined with swaying kelp forests and forgotten ship wreckage, Rotting and touching in the cool isolation without sunlight.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: In ancient times, when kings fought wars,There was a lady, beautiful and without equal,Whose magic performed great deeds,A divine power beyond the mortal world.The Virgin Lady of Ivory, pure and chaste,With blood and tears, her magic intertwined,And all who came to her marvelled,For kingdoms rose and fell to the sound of her singing.Her beauty was a jewel to behold,Her grace and power, something to be worshipped,Those who knelt before her,Her presence was to be treasured forever.With just one word, she made the heavens split,And all the world heard her call,For in her magic was the power to reinvent,She made the greatest nations crumble.So let's sing the glories of the Ivory Virgin,Of the Great Magic she brings with her,For in her presence, thrones rise and fall,And the world becomes grander and more inimical.In her blood and tears, magic was embedded,A divine grace, beyond human comprehension,And all who saw their beauty bowed down,They bowed, lords, servants, all, in her sovereign presence.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: make an image of these lyrics : A state of crisis is declared Whatever we say, whatever we do We get bogged down, we fade away, in the face of the threat FACE OF THE THREAT Who is lounging and little by little becomes clearer Like a punch in the gum From nuclear accidents to open-air platforms, We have always had the art and the way To slowly smear our atmosphere Take a look around you Can you tell me what you see there? Can you tell me what you're breathing? Can you tell me what that inspires you? No pain no fear No clever thing from the hate My city's on fire Cholera miasma Opening up to the ashes, walking through the dark Look around you No pain no fear What do you seek in my head I never had a little chance Can we really talk about the future? The worst is yet to come A max in the gore Let's stop making circus faces at our kids and making them believe it. That tomorrow everything will be better, Our world is a bomb, a bomb, between every minute, every second, the gong of slaughter resonates
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Oh, in the elder magic of ages lost,Two lovers found, at great cost,Life, a dark and quiet king,Death, a bright and wise queen.Their love, a mystery to behold,Of opposites, their hearts enfold,Ebony and ivory in sweet embrace,Their love a haunting, the purest grace.For life, a force of passion deep,Finds solace in death's eternal sleep,And death, in life's enduring flame,Finds peace in love's eternal game.Together they dance, these lost souls,In a world of shadows and ghouls,Their love, a testament to the macabre,A beacon shining, a lover's sabre.For where life and death doth intertwine,A beauty of darkness, so divine,In hues of ebony and ivory,A love that's true and never weary.So let us marvel at this sight,Of life and death in sweet delight,In the elder magic of ages gone,Where love and darkness doth enthrone.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: It's a fantasy world with a lot of ruins, some forests with lots and lots of trees. There are some poor villages and only a few rich villages.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Generate a captivating and immersive medieval dark fantasy artwork with a grainy texture. Highlight ominous castles shrouded in mist, eerie forests with twisted trees, and mysterious figures cloaked in shadows. Enhance the atmosphere with subdued lighting, emphasizing the mystique and otherworldly elements of the scene.
Negative: ugly, blurry, tiling, blended together, deformed, unclear, not grainy, light, happy, logical.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The sea will swell violently, It rushes onto the empty shore, Will spill in a noisy run, And they find themselves on the shore, In scales, like the heat of grief, Thirty-three heroes All the handsome men are daring, Young giants Everyone is equal, as if by selection, Uncle Chernomor is with them. High detail...
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: On the shores of the forgotten sea, where the waters whisper secrets, ancient ruins loom. Their stones are worn by time and tide, yet they stand resilient, guardians of histories submerged beneath the waves, where every tide brings a tale, and every wave sings of bygone eras.
Prompt: Eunha_in_a_school uniform_on a distant planet firing a sonic blaster rifle at a spacemonster style of Alex Ross
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: Its cobbled streets, cracked and overgrown with weeds, wind through the village, leading travelers past dilapidated houses and abandoned storefronts. A sense of eerie stillness pervades the air, punctuated only by the distant echoes of rustling leaves and the occasional creaking of decaying wooden structures. Broken remnants of a once-proud fountain in the town square stand as a melancholic testament to Conyberry's faded glory.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: the sea suddenly Will flutter around Splashed in a noisy run And left it on the shore Thirty-three heroes; In scales, like the heat of grief, The knights walk in pairs, And, shining with gray hair, The guy is walking ahead And he leads them to the city...
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.
Negative: fire, roof, nice, beauty
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The village stands as a haunting tapestry of devastation, marked by the stark aftermath of relentless ruin. Once a thriving community, it now echoes with the somber whispers of desolation. Buildings, some mere skeletal frames, bear the scars of merciless flames that consumed them, while others surrender to the weight of collapsed walls. Vacant structures, bereft of roofs, expose their interiors to the elements. Amidst the wreckage, a sense of abandonment prevails, telling a silent tale of a once-vibrant hamlet now rendered silent by the unforgiving hand of destruction.
Negative: fire, nice, beauty
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Where the winds do howl,And the sand dunes shift with each passing scowl,There lies a power, ancient and wise,The Elder Magic of the Demon Queen's guise.She walks the desert with such grace,Her hair like ice, her eyes ablaze,With power that could move the stars,And stir the land with her fierce memoirsHer power flows like the sands of the land,Unyielding and fierce, yet under command,With a flick of her wrist, she can summon a storm,Or still the winds and bring peace to the norm.Her voice echoes like a haunting melody,Calling forth spirits from realms unseen,And with her magic, she weaves a spell,That can take you to places you've never befell.The Demon Queen is feared, yet also revered,For her knowledge and power, unchallenged and clear,Her magic is old, from a time long gone,But it still holds sway, as it has for eons.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Where the winds do howl,And the sand dunes shift with each passing scowl,There lies a power, ancient and wise,The Elder Magic of the Demon Queen's guise.She walks the desert with such grace,Her hair like ice, her eyes ablaze,With power that could move the stars,And stir the land with her fierce memoirsHer power flows like the sands of the land,Unyielding and fierce, yet under command,With a flick of her wrist, she can summon a storm,Or still the winds and bring peace to the norm.Her voice echoes like a haunting melody,Calling forth spirits from realms unseen,And with her magic, she weaves a spell,That can take you to places you've never befell.The Demon Queen is feared, yet also revered,For her knowledge and power, unchallenged and clear,Her magic is old, from a time long gone,But it still holds sway, as it has for eons. Black and White painting. Savage queen.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: detailsIn the silence that followed, the people, frozen in tense silence, stared at each other, their unspoken words hanging in the air.Meanwhile, the figurative emotional projection of the heart and soul of unresolved conflicts and unspoken grievances loomed over them with an ominous shadow.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: sunken crown, tilted sideways old worn damaged simple broken crown, the is crown tilted over onto its side, the crown is buried in sand, the crown is partially buried in sand, half of the crown is sticking out of the sand, there is sea life near the crown, crown buried in uneven sand, the crown is under the ocean, underwater scene, night time underwater, darkness, dark, dim, tall seaweed, night time, dark, low light
Negative: fish, rocks
Style: Photographic
Prompt: couple portrait of crazy cool girl and boy addicted to drugs, addicted girl is holding medical drug pills, boy has medical drug icon on his t-shirt, there is a hospital in the background, contains medical drug pills and xanax icons flying in the air, cartoon art style, happy tone
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: Blonde girl wearing sexy black leather jacket on the streets of Los Angeles, 8k
Style: Photographic
Prompt: When the moon turns blood red and the cries of wolves can be heard echoing throughout the land, a young woman must be sacrificed to appease the ancient god who lays dormant under your village. Otherwise, this being from a time before men will rise and decimate the world. You wake up in the middle of the night to find the villagers binding your hands and feet before dragging you out of your bed. You have been chosen as the next sacrifice. Although you beg for your life, the villagers ignore your pleas for mercy. You are carried to the pit, a chasm where, deep within, the beast resides. As you are held over the pit, with a void of pure darkness beneath you and sulfur permeating your nostrils, you realize that you will have but one chance to escape. You wrench your head to one side and whisper an incantation to a villager who is holding you. He places you gently on the ground and walks over to another villager to whisper the same spell into that villager's ear before walking into the pit. The second villager whispers into the ear of another villager, walks to the pit, and falls in as well. The pattern repeats over and over again as one by one the confused mob sacrifices themselves. Finally, you are by yourself, tied up on the edge of a pit with an angry ancient god digesting an unvirginal meal that he never wanted.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Along terraced cliffsides flaking into the surf, brazen tortoises kept watch through aeons of empires rising and falling, bearing silent witness to invasions come and gone across the ages from their lonely perches high above conquered shores.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: askew tilted sideways old worn damaged simple broken crown, the is crown tilted over onto its side, the crown is buried in sand, the crown is partially buried in sand, half of the crown is sticking out of the sand, there is sea life near the crown, crown buried in uneven sand, the crown is under the ocean, underwater scene, night time underwater, darkness, dark, dim, seaweed, there is a boutonniere off to the side,
Negative: fish, rocks
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Paint a treacherous scene of the journey towards the Isle of Azural. The sea is a tumultuous canvas, adorned with menacing reefs that lurk just below the surface, threatening to tear apart any vessel that dares to navigate too close. Among these treacherous waters lie mini-islands, each seemingly inhospitable, with rocky shores and jagged cliffs, creating a labyrinthine path to the coveted Isle of Azural. Use vivid language to convey the looming danger, the crashing waves, and the sense of isolation amidst this chaotic and unforgiving seascape
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: he shouted that he saw small boats appearing in the sea, then I was even a little late with the signal. Milkh and I agreed that when the boats appeared, I would give him a signal by waving a burning torch, which I had specially wrapped in advance with the rags left over after the people dressed as guards. Everyone was alarmed and instantly prepared to do what I had told them to do before. My torch activated the people of Milch, and even here their screams and cries could be heard. The distance from the fire was quite large; it took us a long time to choose it, doubting that Nat would want to be distracted from the intended landing site
Style: Fantasy Art
