Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic.
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (magritte, de lempicka, gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: The wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (headshot, hyperrealistic, magritte, de lempicka, gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe)
Prompt: The cheeky wizard's apprentice stumbled through the bustling market fayre, his pointy hat askew and a bewildered expression on his face. He desperately clutched at the hem of his master's robes, trying to keep up with the frenzied pace of the eccentric old wizard as he darted from stall to stall. The apprentice's eyes widened as he saw strange and wondrous objects on display - a device that claimed to predict the weather using worms, a potion that promised to grant its drinker the ability to speak to animals, and a hat that sang a merry tune when worn. As his master cackled with glee and haggled with the vendors, the apprentice wondered if he would ever grow used to this eccentric and unpredictable world of magic. (hyperrealistic, magritte, de lempicka, gerald brom, tim burton, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, dark fantasy, conceptual art)
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The mage was a leprous spectacle, his body pitted with sores and boils, his robes tattered and stained with blood. His eyes, though once sharp and keen, were now filmy and rheumy, and his hair, once black and glossy, hung in greasy tangles around his face. His voice, when he spoke, was hoarse and rasping, seeming to emerge from the depths of his broken body. Yet, despite his afflictions, there was an undeniable power about him, a sense of ancient magic and knowledge that radiated from his very being. It was as if his sickness had become his strength, each sore and scar a testament to the toll that centuries of arcane study had taken on his flesh. To be in his presence was to feel the weight of his history and the depth of his power, and to know that he was no mere mortal man, but a mage beyond understanding. ((headshot:2.0), rodney matthews, neil blevins, gerald brom, Tjalf Sparnaay, Joshua Miels, Liu Bolin, Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen)
Prompt: With the spell and powder in hand, Alan sets forth to the eastern woods, bolstered by the elf's encouraging smile and warning about the sprites' cunning nature. Leaving the wizard's cabin, he navigates deeper into the forest, where the ambiance grows increasingly ominous, punctuated by eerie noises. Soon, he discovers a concealed entrance marked by peculiar symbols and stones, likely the sprites' hideout. Approaching cautiously, he tightly grips the shimmering powder, ready to chant the spell at a moment's notice.
Prompt: The baby wizard was a damn criminal, the type of little punk that would go around breaking windows and casting spells just for the thrill of it. He was barely old enough to talk, but he already had a rap sheet as long as my arm - theft, vandalism, and even a few cases of jinxing unsuspecting bystanders. There was something twisted and unnatural about the way he glared at the world with those beady little eyes, like he had a dark and powerful magic coursing through his veins. The authorities were completely baffled - this wasn't the kind of trouble they knew how to deal with. They tried to take him in for questioning, but he just laughed maniacally and vanished into thin air. For all we knew, he was out there somewhere, ready to unleash his hellish brand of baby wizardry on the unsuspecting masses. God help us all. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio, tim burton, uhd, ultradetailed, breathtaking, warm dynamic lighting)
Prompt: The baby wizard was a damn criminal, the type of little punk that would go around breaking windows and casting spells just for the thrill of it. He was barely old enough to talk, but he already had a rap sheet as long as my arm - theft, vandalism, and even a few cases of jinxing unsuspecting bystanders. There was something twisted and unnatural about the way he glared at the world with those beady little eyes, like he had a dark and powerful magic coursing through his veins. The authorities were completely baffled - this wasn't the kind of trouble they knew how to deal with. They tried to take him in for questioning, but he just laughed maniacally and vanished into thin air. For all we knew, he was out there somewhere, ready to unleash his hellish brand of baby wizardry on the unsuspecting masses. God help us all. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio)
Prompt: The baby wizard was a damn criminal, the type of little punk that would go around breaking windows and casting spells just for the thrill of it. He was barely old enough to talk, but he already had a rap sheet as long as my arm - theft, vandalism, and even a few cases of jinxing unsuspecting bystanders. There was something twisted and unnatural about the way he glared at the world with those beady little eyes, like he had a dark and powerful magic coursing through his veins. The authorities were completely baffled - this wasn't the kind of trouble they knew how to deal with. They tried to take him in for questioning, but he just laughed maniacally and vanished into thin air. For all we knew, he was out there somewhere, ready to unleash his hellish brand of baby wizardry on the unsuspecting masses. God help us all. (mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio, tim burton)
Prompt: Alan, meeting the gaze of the elder elf, senses the gravity of the situation. Recognizing the potential advantages of acquiring a magical talisman, he nods in agreement. \"I understand,\" Alan says with determination. \"Guide me, and together we'll retrieve your magical box and ensure that the special talisman finds its rightful place with me.\" With mutual respect established, Alan prepares to embark on a quest that promises not only to aid the elder elf but also to equip him with valuable protection for future challenges.
Prompt: Alan decides to explore the dilapidated cabin, discovering it as a wizard's abode with an unfinished divination map and potion bottles on an ancient desk. Suddenly, a frantic green elf emerges from a corner, questioning Alan's presence and intentions.
Prompt: /Alan decides to explore the dilapidated cabin, discovering it as a wizard's abode with an unfinished divination map and potion bottles on an ancient desk. Suddenly, a frantic green elf emerges from a corner, questioning Alan's presence and intentions.
Prompt: Technology Company, Logo, Simple, Minimalist, A Tree, Just a few strokes, Abstract.simple, meaningful image, simple sketch， minimalist Logo design, simple,
Prompt: Infinite Mirrors' reflection of an ancient oak tree, creating an endless maze of reflections in earthy brown and forest green
Prompt: You approach the blue elf. His eyes shimmer with a wise glint, looking remarkably friendly. As you draw near, he speaks, 'Hi, brave one! Welcome to this mystical place. I'm a member of the Magic Academy, specializing in ancient magic. Would you like to learn new magic?' Your choice is elemental magic. The elf smiles, nodding gently. His finger traces the air, and suddenly, a flame materializes in his hand, forming a small fireball, which he then hands to you. 'Elemental magic is a powerful and diverse field. This fireball can assist you in burning enemies or provide light and warmth. Remember, magic is both power and responsibility. Good luck, brave one!' As you depart from the elf's side and head towards the castle, you feel the warmth brought by the fireball.\"
Prompt: Create an image that hilariously captures the essence of the Intrusive Wizard, a whimsical fantasy character donned in a pitch-black hood concealing a face that's probably too bizarre to reveal. Imagine glowing eyes that shimmer with an absurd malevolence. This mischievous wizard has a knack for popping up at the most awkward moments, whether it's high noon or the dead of night. Picture his comically penetrating gaze materializing during moments of supposed serenity, accompanied by utterly inappropriate and downright absurd thoughts. Infuse the image with a sense of absurdity and comic grotesqueness, ensuring that the constant and ridiculous intrusion of the Intrusive Wizard into the subject's psyche is depicted with a lighthearted touch. Make it a visual carnival of weirdness, emphasizing the wizard's whimsical influence and the hilariously negative impact on emotional stability.
Negative: too much serious image, half bust
Prompt: Alan's heart raced with anticipation as he approached the concealed entrance, his every sense heightened. The warning of the elder elf echoed in his mind, reminding him of the cunning tricks the sprites might employ. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, he readied himself. With one hand firmly gripping the vial of shimmering powder and the other clutching the map, Alan cautiously stepped closer to the entrance. As he neared the threshold, he whispered the ancient incantation he had been taught, the words flowing from his lips like a protective melody. The moment was tense, with the forest seeming to hold its breath in anticipation of what would unfold next. Armed with the magical powder and the power of the spell, Alan stood ready to confront the mischievous sprites and retrieve the treasured box for the elder elf.
Prompt: Generate an image depicting the Intrusive Wizard, a fantasy character with a black hood concealing the face and luminous eyes filled with malevolence. This wizard manifests constantly, emerging from the shadows at the most inconvenient moments. Visually represent his persistent presence in the subject's life, both day and night, with his penetrating gaze materializing during moments of tranquility. The inappropriate and disturbing thoughts evoked by the Intrusive Wizard must be clearly portrayed, creating an atmosphere of unease and oppression. Ensure that the image reflects the constant and disturbing intrusion of the Intrusive Wizard into the subject's psyche, emphasizing his sinister influence and negative impact on emotional stability
Negative: bad composition, bad lights
Prompt: Generate an image depicting the Intrusive Wizard, a fantasy character with a black hood concealing the face and luminous eyes filled with malevolence. This wizard manifests constantly, emerging from the shadows at the most inconvenient moments. Visually represent his persistent presence in the subject's life, both day and night, with his penetrating gaze materializing during moments of tranquility. The inappropriate and disturbing thoughts evoked by the Intrusive Wizard must be clearly portrayed, creating an atmosphere of unease and oppression. Ensure that the image reflects the constant and disturbing intrusion of the Intrusive Wizard into the subject's psyche, emphasizing his sinister influence and negative impact on emotional stability
Negative: too much serious image, half bust
Prompt: Welcome to the hallowed halls of Unseen University, a haven for wizardry that boasts an air of sublime chaos. Picture the scene: bumbling wizards with mismatched robes and pointy hats scuttle along the archaic corridors, while the Librarian, an orangutan transmogrified by a wayward spell, rolls his eyes in exasperation. Sparks dance in the air as magical experiments go awry, creating harmless mayhem and temporary vistas into improbable dimensions. The scent of ancient books wafts through the air, mingling with the aroma of potions bubbling in cauldrons. Goblins lurk in the shadows, drawn to the University's eccentric energy, their eyes gleaming with a mischievous, almost endearing curiosity. Welcome to Unseen University, a place where wizardry and mayhem meld in a symphony of absurdity and intellectual pursuit.
Prompt: Welcome to the hallowed halls of Unseen University, a haven for wizardry that boasts an air of sublime chaos. Picture the scene: bumbling wizards with mismatched robes and pointy hats scuttle along the archaic corridors, while the Librarian, an orangutan transmogrified by a wayward spell, rolls his eyes in exasperation. Sparks dance in the air as magical experiments go awry, creating harmless mayhem and temporary vistas into improbable dimensions. The scent of ancient books wafts through the air, mingling with the aroma of potions bubbling in cauldrons. Goblins lurk in the shadows, drawn to the University's eccentric energy, their eyes gleaming with a mischievous, almost endearing curiosity. Welcome to Unseen University, a place where wizardry and mayhem meld in a symphony of absurdity and intellectual pursuit.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: /Alan considers the elf's proposition carefully, realizing the potential benefits of securing a magical talisman. \"I accept your quest,\" Alan replies with determination, eyeing the gleaming box in the corner. \"Lead the way, and together we'll reclaim your magical box from those mischievous sprites.\" With a newfound alliance formed, Alan prepares to venture forth, eager to complete this task and gain a powerful ally in his upcoming adventures.
Prompt: Father Marius Benedictine monk, resides in a secluded tower within the heart of a Wizards' covenant in Prague during the 13th-century Mythic Europe. His humble appearance is adorned with the traditional Benedictine robe, cinched with a simple rope belt. A hood conceals much of his face, but his eyes emanate a deep, unwavering faith. The tower, weathered by time, stands tall and solitary, surrounded by mystical energies and ancient runes that blend seamlessly with the architecture. The stones of the tower seem to absorb the wisdom of centuries, reflecting a sense of tranquility and spiritual power. Within Father Marius' austere chamber, a small desk holds an illuminated manuscript, its pages filled with intricate calligraphy detailing religious scriptures and miracles. A flickering candle casts warm light, creating dancing shadows that play upon the stone walls. Father Marius himself is often seen in prayer, his hands clasped in devotion, surrounded by an aura of divine energy. Miracles unfold around him—a healing touch, a radiant glow, or a subtle breeze that carries with it a sense of the sacred. The atmosphere is a blend of mysticism and religious fervor, as the tower serves as a bridge between the magical and the divine, with Father Marius acting as the conduit for these extraordinary forces in the heart of 13th-century Mythic Europe.
Prompt: close up shot of an iridescent egg laying on the ground of the enchanted forest,
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In the dimly lit tent of the mercenary camp, a deformed figure is shrouded in mystery: Markus, the enigmatic wizard of Captain Black's company. His appearance is marred by grotesque malformations, evidence of a curse inflicted on him by meddling demonologists during an interrupted summoning ritual. Markus bears the scars of nightly torment, both physical and spiritual, as malevolent demons relentlessly tear at his flesh and psyche. Despite his monstrous appearance, he plays a crucial role in the mercenary company as both a cashier and a wizard. The weight of his curse is hidden beneath dark, tattered robes that hide the extent of otherworldly afflictions. The origins of Markus' deformities remain shrouded in secrecy, known only to the Captain. The curse, a constant reminder of a broken summoning, drives Markus on a relentless quest for knowledge. , He is in the incessant search for ancient tomes and scrolls to find a solution to his difficult situation. Aware of the wizard's desperate search for serenity, Captain Black allows the group's mutual funds to be used to finance Markus' acquisition of books and information. His quest for redemption meshes perfectly with the group's shared adventures. Markus is constantly reminded of the cost that must be paid to defend the world from evil.
Prompt: Master of Ceremonies - Barnabé \"The Suzail Jester Barnabé is an energetic and charismatic gnome, always dressed in extravagant costumes. He handles humor with impressive dexterity and can transform himself into various animals thanks to his druid skills.
Prompt: Welcome to the Giggling Goblins' Gala, a riotous carnival where wizardry and foolishness intertwine in a dizzying display of mirth and mayhem. Picture a grand tent filled with glittering lights, the air alive with the cacophony of laughter and gasps of amazement. Wizards, their robes swirling brightly, engage in slapstick magical tricks that defy reason and logic. Jaw-dropping illusions and uproarious spells cascade through the air, as goblins, their bellies full of mischief, join the revelry with infectious glee. Jesters cartwheel between the stalls, juggling flaming objects with abandon, while the crowd marvels at the absurd and applauds the inexplicable. The Giggling Goblins' Gala invites you to lose yourself in a whirlwind of delight and revel in the enchanting chaos of a world where anything, even the most ludicrous, becomes possible.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: The boy's eyes widened in disbelief as his character, whom he had painstakingly leveled up for hours, suddenly met an unforeseen and unfair demise. A surge of rage coursed through his veins, and he slammed his fists on the desk, letting out an infuriated roar that echoed through the room. Swearing vengeance, he clenched his teeth and vowed to annihilate every virtual enemy standing in his way, fueled by an uncontrollable fury that burned hotter with every passing second.\"
Prompt: The passageway leading to Nearly Headless Nick's party had been lined with candles, too, though the effect was far from cheerful: These were long, thin, jet-black tapers, all burning bright blue, casting a dim, ghostly light even over their own living faces. The temperature dropped with every step they took. As Harry shivered and drew his robes tightly around him, he heard what sounded like a thousand fingernails scraping an enormous blackboard.[hogwarts core. Glitters. Bokeh.. backlighting. Translucide bioluminescence. Art by Odd Nerdrum. touch of Loish and Craig mullins . Sparkle core. ]
Prompt: Alan's determination surged as he delved deeper into the forest, guided only by the dim light filtering through the thick canopy above. Each step was taken with caution, the whispering winds carrying tales of mischievous sprites that lurked within these woods. His senses heightened as he approached the concealed entrance, his eyes scanning the area for any signs of movement or deception. The symbols etched around the entrance seemed to pulse with an eerie glow, hinting at the magical defenses the sprites had set up. Taking a deep breath to steady his nerves, Alan prepared himself. With the vial of luminous powder tightly gripped in his hand and the ancient incantation at the forefront of his mind, he took a tentative step closer to the entrance. The weight of the task ahead pressed upon him, but with the elder elf's guidance and his own bravery, Alan was ready to face whatever challenges lay ahead.
Prompt: In the dimly lit chamber of the mercenary camp, a monstrous figure is shrouded in mystery: Markus, the enigmatic wizard of Captain Black's company. His appearance is marred by grotesque malformations, evidence of a curse inflicted on him by meddling demonologists during an interrupted summoning ritual. Markus bears the scars of nightly torment, both physical and spiritual, as malevolent demons relentlessly tear at his flesh and psyche. Despite his monstrous appearance, he plays a crucial role in the mercenary company as both a cashier and a wizard. The weight of his curse is hidden beneath dark, tattered robes that hide the extent of otherworldly afflictions. The origins of Markus' deformities remain shrouded in secrecy, known only to the Captain. The curse, a constant reminder of a broken summoning, drives Markus on a relentless quest for knowledge. Every evening, haunted by demonic forces within, he searches ancient tomes and scrolls in search of a solution to his predicament. Only the company captain, Captain Black, witnesses Markus' silent struggle. Aware of the wizard's desperate quest for redemption, Captain Black allows the group's mutual funds to be used to finance Markus' acquisition of elusive books and information. It's a burden shared between the brothers, an unspoken understanding that their enigmatic companion is on a quest to sever the chains of his demonic affliction. Markus, the tortured wizard with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, bears witness to the bonds forged within the mercenary company. His quest for redemption is seamlessly woven into the tapestry of the group's shared history, and as the company faces new challenges, Markus' presence is a constant reminder of the fragile balance between the corporeal and the supernatural.
Prompt: As time passed, Alice walked into another store and saw a strange man standing in the corner. His eyes emitted an evil light that made Alice feel uneasy. The man approached her and offered a mysterious item under extremely harsh conditions. Alice couldn't believe her ears. She firmly refused the deal, but the man didn't seem to be giving up.
Prompt: Step into the eclectic Goblin Market, where the stalls overflow with peculiar trinkets and curiosities that defy conventional logic. Imagine a kaleidoscope of grinning, green-skinned goblins who proudly display their wares - enchanted rocks that whisper secrets, pocket-sized whirlwinds, and potions that tickle the palates with colors unseen by mere mortals. The air is filled with the lively hum of bartering and the smell of spicy, sizzling street food. Goblins with crooked teeth and mischievous glints in their eyes beckon passersby to sample the bizarre fruits of their labors. This market, ever-changing and full of surprises, invites you to join the dance of enchantment and absurdity, where the boundary between the ordinary and extraordinary is tantalizingly blurred.
Prompt: Step into the eclectic Goblin Market, where the stalls overflow with peculiar trinkets and curiosities that defy conventional logic. Imagine a kaleidoscope of grinning, green-skinned goblins who proudly display their wares - enchanted rocks that whisper secrets, pocket-sized whirlwinds, and potions that tickle the palates with colors unseen by mere mortals. The air is filled with the lively hum of bartering and the smell of spicy, sizzling street food. Goblins with crooked teeth and mischievous glints in their eyes beckon passersby to sample the bizarre fruits of their labors. This market, ever-changing and full of surprises, invites you to join the dance of enchantment and absurdity, where the boundary between the ordinary and extraordinary is tantalizingly blurred.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Revered as a wise figure of around fifty years, tall, and one-eyed, he donned a dark gray cloak adorned with sparkling stars and a broad-brimmed, sky-blue hat reflecting the sun's glow
Prompt: Feeling fully prepared, the warrior decides to use the incantation and enter the hidden entrance. Taking a deep breath, you stand before the entrance, ensuring you are ready to face the mischievous sprites. The warrior carefully sprinkles the powder into the air and then begins to chant the spell taught by the old elf in a soft voice. As your voice grows louder, the powder begins to shimmer and drift towards the entrance. Suddenly, you hear a burst of giggles and laughter. A group of sprites flies out from the entrance, seemingly affected by your spell. Their movements slow down, and eventually, they all collapse to the ground, entering a deep slumber. Seizing this opportunity, the warrior quickly passes through the entrance, ready to locate the magical box and complete the mission.
Prompt: Maine Coon Huge cat anthropomorphic gangster hoodie in the hood, hd 3k photo hip hop styling with a Wutang Clan Patch on the back of the hoodies incredible art character design
Negative: blurry, ugly, missing limbs, extra limbs imperfections
Style: Craft Clay
Prompt: In the dimly lit chamber of the mercenary camp, a deformed figure is shrouded in mystery: Markus, the enigmatic wizard of Captain Black's company. His appearance is marred by grotesque malformations, evidence of a curse inflicted on him by meddling demonologists during an interrupted summoning ritual. Markus bears the scars of nightly torment, both physical and spiritual, as malevolent demons relentlessly tear at his flesh and psyche. Despite his monstrous appearance, he plays a crucial role in the mercenary company as both a cashier and a wizard. The weight of his curse is hidden beneath dark, tattered robes that hide the extent of otherworldly afflictions. The origins of Markus' deformities remain shrouded in secrecy, known only to the Captain. The curse, a constant reminder of a broken summoning, drives Markus on a relentless quest for knowledge. Every evening, haunted by demonic forces within, he searches ancient tomes and scrolls in search of a solution to his predicament. Only the company captain, Captain Black, witnesses Markus' silent struggle. Aware of the wizard's desperate quest for redemption, Captain Black allows the group's mutual funds to be used to finance Markus' acquisition of elusive books and information. It's a burden shared between the brothers, an unspoken understanding that their enigmatic companion is on a quest to sever the chains of his demonic affliction. Markus, the tortured wizard with an insatiable thirst for knowledge, bears witness to the bonds forged within the mercenary company. His quest for redemption is seamlessly woven into the tapestry of the group's shared history, and as the company faces new challenges, Markus' presence is a constant reminder of the fragile balance between the corporeal and the supernatural.
Prompt: Maine Coon Huge cat anthropomorphic gangster hoodie in the hood, hd 3k photo hip hop styling with a Wutang Clan Patch on the back of the hoodies incredible art character design
Negative: blurry, ugly, missing limbs, extra limbs imperfections
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: A dwarf duelist for the warhammer fantasy wfrp4 role-playing game, he must have a long beard, a hat, leather armor, a knitted wool cape. he must be on a street. The style should be rather realistic
Prompt: As the moon weaves its silver threads across a velvet sky, the Witching Hour descends upon a dimly lit wizard's chamber. In this bewitched sanctum, surrounded by tomes of ancient magic and crooked grimoires, incantations dance on the tongue of a wizard diligently summoning spirits. Wisps of smoke rise from bubbling cauldrons, carrying the scent of exotic herbs and enchanted potions. Pixies flutter by, their wings leaving trails of ethereal sparkles. Goblins, with misaligned teeth and twitching fingers, lurk on the fringes, eager to catch a glimpse of conjured wonders. This mystical muddle, a delicate balance of whispered spells and whispered secrets, casts a spell of mystery and enchantment upon all who dare to linger.
Prompt: As the moon weaves its silver threads across a velvet sky, the Witching Hour descends upon a dimly lit wizard's chamber. In this bewitched sanctum, surrounded by tomes of ancient magic and crooked grimoires, incantations dance on the tongue of a wizard diligently summoning spirits. Wisps of smoke rise from bubbling cauldrons, carrying the scent of exotic herbs and enchanted potions. Pixies flutter by, their wings leaving trails of ethereal sparkles. Goblins, with misaligned teeth and twitching fingers, lurk on the fringes, eager to catch a glimpse of conjured wonders. This mystical muddle, a delicate balance of whispered spells and whispered secrets, casts a spell of mystery and enchantment upon all who dare to linger.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Philippe is the bearer of Faith in the Black Captain's Company. His face bears the weight of a man who perceives heresies and sin with an unyielding gaze, ever vigilant against perceived transgressions in the realms of the sacred. Cloaked in religious garb, Philippe's demeanor exudes an air of righteousness, a fervent conviction that guides his every step. His eyes, sharp and penetrating, betray an unwavering commitment to eradicating perceived blasphemies and defending what he believes to be the true faith. In his hands he holds sacred texts, a storehouse of divine knowledge that he wields with authority and precision. Despite the clamor of gunfire and the chaos of battle, Philippe remains steadfast in his belief that his service to God makes him immune to evil. The echoes of his fervent prayers intertwine with the thunderous cacophony of the battlefield, creating a haunting symphony that resonates with the dichotomy between faith and war. Far from the fray, Philippe often seeks solace in prayer, finding moments of communion with the divine amid the tumult of mercenary life. His piety, however, is not limited to quiet moments of reflection. When not engaged in spiritual activities, he becomes a zealous crusader against perceived heresies, often clashing with other priests whose beliefs differ from his own. In the taverns that host the Fellowship, Philippe becomes a messenger of divine justice, ready to condemn patrons for their perceived sins. His words of reproach often spark violent confrontations, turning sanctuaries of alcohol and camaraderie into battlefields where the lines between righteous judgment and unholy chaos are blurred. Philippe's presence in the Fellowship is a testament to the intricate dance between faith and conflict, a paradoxical figure whose devotion to God manifests not only in prayers but also in steely clashes and the ferocious punishment he inflicts in the name of divine justice .
Prompt: An chaotic man of a wild west staring at a field of shadowy souls around him, His face smiling with a psychotic evil grin as he was the one who killed them all. His long hair and short beard is silver and unkept just like his scarred face. His trusty coat nd hat ragged as no one who sees him lives to speak the tales of the gravedigger, and so he sits alone on His trusty coffin, smoking, drinking the devils whiskey and watching the souls around him before he burries them all.
Negative: fused fingers, skeletal face, skeletons, comfortable mood, warm smile, pleasing smile, good mood, friendly
Prompt: https://s.mj.run/5PXGctPn4Dg Imagine a digital illustration of a charming young wizard character. This character has soft, silver-grey hair that frames the face with wavy tendrils, and large, round glasses that magnify the character's inquisitive eyes. The wizard dons a floppy, wide-brimmed hat in a muted cream shade, casting a gentle shadow over the serene face. The attire is a flowing cloak in a pale beige, tied at the neck with a decorative knot, suggesting a touch of elegance. The wizard’s expression is soft and contemplative, with one hand outstretched as if to gently coax a spell into being. Surrounding the character is a muted background, washed in soft light and accented with whimsical golden stars that seem to twinkle in an unseen breeze. The image is rendered in a pastel color scheme, with a preference for matte textures that give a storybook quality to the scene. The style is clean and modern, with a blend of 3D modeling's smoothness and the charm of illustrated art.
Prompt: Salma hayek tropical chubby girl, short hair style, synthwave style, looking the window from her bed, sunset falling
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: /dream prompt: 🦋🐯☕️🐲✳️✳️✳️✳️✳️✳️✳️✳️ Tiger holding a sign that says “happy 2024”
Negative: No bad words, bad spelling, bad eyes fingers limbs low quality, blurry, foggy, far away, fuzzy, out of focus
Style: Analog Film
Prompt: create a visually striking depiction of SANABI's main character, a legendary retired veteran. Picture him in a commanding pose, exuding a blend of battle-hardened experience and mystical aura. Envision him wearing a black pointy hat reminiscent of wizards, perfectly complemented by a flowing long black cape that adds an air of mystery to his presence. The focal point of his image is his signature prosthetic arm, seamlessly integrated with advanced technology and designed as a grappling hook. Capture the essence of this iconic character, balancing the elements of battle-worn resilience and otherworldly charm in a visually captivating scene, highly detailed, vivid colors, cyberpunk
