Prompt: You may write me down in historyWith your bitter, twisted lies,You may tread me in the very dirtBut still, like dust, I’ll rise.Does my sassiness upset you?Why are you beset with gloom?’Cause I walk like I’ve got oil wellsPumping in my living room.Just like moons and like suns,With the certainty of tides,Just like hopes springing high,Still I’ll rise.Did you want to see me broken?Bowed head and lowered eyes?Shoulders falling down like teardrops.Weakened by my soulful cries.Does my haughtiness offend you?Don’t you take it awful hard’Cause I laugh like I’ve got gold minesDiggin’ in my own back yard.You may shoot me with your words,You may cut me with your eyes,You may kill me with your hatefulness,But still, like air, I’ll rise.Does my sexiness upset you?Does it come as a surpriseThat I dance like I’ve got diamondsAt the meeting of my thighs?Out of the huts of history’s shameI riseUp from a past that’s rooted in painI riseI’m a black ocean, leaping and wide,Welling and swelling I bear in the tide.Leaving behind nights of terror and fearI riseInto a daybreak that’s wondrously clearI riseBringing the gifts that my ancestors gave,I am the dream and the hope of the slave.I riseI riseI rise.
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: Digital Art
Prompt: Distant times have come and past it seems that joy can never last, Delving through my darkest thought becomes a nightmare of what I've wrought,How do we know what's good or bad is it times that make us sad ,All the fun joy and glee always end in misery ,It seems the moments that bring us pain chose to leave a lasting stain,Wanna reboot with a fresh new start perhaps this time I'll get a heart.3d digital fantasy art
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer weaves a path of purity through the untamed wilderness, the land’s humble Lazarus, its presence a silent witness to the world’s unspoken truths. It carries on, undaunted, a living embodiment of the truth of perception: that every creature, every moment, is a vital thread in the tapestry of life. Serene, Beatnik, Funky Seasons, portrait
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer weaves a path of purity through the untamed wilderness, the land’s humble Lazarus, its presence a silent witness to the world’s unspoken truths. It carries on, undaunted, a living embodiment of the truth of perception: that every creature, every moment, is a vital thread in the tapestry of life.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer weaves a path of purity through the untamed wilderness, the land’s humble Lazarus, its presence a silent witness to the world’s unspoken truths. It carries on, undaunted, a living embodiment of the truth of perception: that every creature, every moment, is a vital thread in the tapestry of life. Serene, Beatnik, Funky Seasons, simulation
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I essentially do the work of multiple complex fields alone so my progress is slow and I don’t know who could help me nor do I have any easy means to make it up for them. I feel it's impossible to get anyone onboard for a complex long-term project unless I have money to pay them with or a functioning prototype as a shining beacon of potential to show them and get them enticed that way. Problem is, said prototype for the particular game design I do still require an advanced framework so I can’t just push one out that easily.
Negative: watermark, text, out of frame, signature, tiling, worst quality, low resolution, low quality, grainy, logo, blurred, cropped
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: A Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, stands At Prudence’s Fall, where wisdom once stood, Fool’s gold glimmers, a deceptive good. Nothing left but echoes of the past, A haven vast. Emptiness unobstructed, a clear view, A landscape stark, yet somehow true. Magnificent, Cyberghetto, Frutiger Aero, portrait
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Lights go out and I can't be savedTides that I tried to swim againstHave brought me down upon my kneesOh, I beg, I beg and plead, singingCome out of things unsaidShoot an apple off my headAnd a trouble that can't be namedA tiger's waiting to be tamed, singingYou are, you areConfusion never stopsClosing walls and ticking clocksGonna come back and take you homeI could not stop that you now know, singingCome out upon my seasCursed missed opportunitiesAm I a part of the cure?Or am I part of the disease? SingingYou are, you areYou are, you areYou are, you areAnd nothing else comparesOh, nothing else comparesAnd nothing else comparesYou are, you areHome, home where I wanted to go,
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: A female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, roam this borderless land, seekers of the arcane and rare, They sift through the echoes of parallel lives, in an interdimensional affair. Each discovery a piece of the puzzle, a story waiting to be told, In the interdimensional summit’s embrace, where mysteries unfold. Explorer In a realm where dimensions converge, a summit stands grand and tall, A nexus of worlds, a meeting of minds, where the curious come to call. “One” echoes through the cosmic halls, a mantra of unity and grace, A reminder that in this vast expanse, every soul has its place. The landscape breathes with memories, repeating yesterday’s silent song, Where time loops in an endless dance, and moments stretch long. A ghost never fades in this spectral light, its presence forever cast, A whisper of what once was, in a future that mirrors the past. magical, Angelcore, Matte Painting, low angle
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Night comes, I disappear in visionsOver fields and in quiet forestsDissolving in places where there is no timeWhere the wind is in my hairThere is only a moment and it will immediately melt awayIt's easy to missThe silk slips between my fingersAnd now he's very far awayI don't want to go backI knowThat I'm standing in the thunderstorm rainThese dreams are covered with snowAnd the veil loses its smokeThere in the darkness of cold embracesWhere are these worlds born?Pushes me back to realityAnd the lights are getting closer to dawn
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?Thou art more lovely and more temperate.Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,And summer’s lease hath all too short a date.Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,And often is his gold complexion dimmed;And every fair from fair sometime declines,By chance, or nature’s changing course, untrimmed;But thy eternal summer shall not fade,Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,Nor shall death brag thou wand’rest in his shade,When in eternal lines to Time thou grow’st.So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Within these halls I dare to stand, cuz from behind I feel a hand, it grips me tight with all its might, I'll try to run I cannot fight, it's holding strong sure and fast, struck with fear will I last ,dawn is breaking I see the light please let loose and end this night
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Within these halls I dare to stand, cuz from behind I feel a hand, it grips me tight with all its might, I'll try to run I cannot fight, it's holding strong sure and fast, struck with fear will I last ,dawn is breaking I see the light please let loose and end this night
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer a symbol of rebirth akin to Lazarus—roams freely. In a realm where purity reigns, he moves beneath the shadow of the cross, a testament to enduring faith and the cycles of nature. Here, the truth of my perception is laid bare, revealing a landscape that transcends the mundane, a tableau of life’s resilience and the sanctity of existence. Serene, Beatnik, Funky Seasons, portrait
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: ((masterpiece)), ((best quality)), Close your eyes, touch me, You smell of temptation and honey. The dirt of the fragments of the day will disappear, Nature will strike the gong. The night creeps like a black beast, Vibrating in the moonlight. Scratching at the door, knocking on the window, She's cold alone, cold alone. Caressing the night, touch me, Your name is temptation. Give me More than just love, Give me more than passion That passes like pain. I will burn in the fire, I will burn in you, let me, I can become ashes only by knowing your paradise. - bright colors, dramatic light, photorealistic image of the whole body in the style of fantasy art (wide-angle lens, panoramic:1.2), a beautiful face, portrait, the painting is painted in a soft watercolor style, a woman is depicted in moonlight, her features are flooded with a soft diffused radiance that emphasizes the subtle nuances of her expression. The artist, relying on Sargent's accuracy, captured every delicate contour of her face, the intricacies of her gaze and the cascading strands of her hair. In this mysterious setting, the artist uses da Vinci's skill in the field of shadow and light, creating a seductive game that emphasizes the mysterious aura surrounding the woman, Shadows dance on her features, emphasizing the depth of her gaze and adding a touch of mystery to Yukisakura's composition, very detailed
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Stage art design manuscript, sketch-style, Pamela Howard style, complete with props and backgrounds, with notes detailing the narrative meaning of each element
Style: Digital 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: While you and I are alive among blood and ice, Among the oblivion of love in the weariness of labor. On our torn sleeves the swastika has decayed, It would be better to look at the clouds like fools. A transparent butterfly soul in the pollen of hopes He will rise, hurrying home, above the blackness of his clothes. Only the body spilled a glass of milk into the ground, He had so little time to look at the clouds. On pain of our own deaths in the desire to be, We are ready to shed the tears of future children over the edges. Forgive us for the weakness of our souls, for what is deep The sadness of bloody puddles, beyond the clouds...
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Holding on to broken dreams:1.3 transcending time by fickle means:1.5 patterned worms with yellow veins:0.5 shattered souls of misty gas:1.5 sublimated frosty faces drifting through a turbulent sky:1.8 disembodied and broken crowns faithfully return into the ground:1.3 turning left four times brings us back to where it began:1.1 withered petals turning red:1.8 in the style of fantasy displaced reality:1.5
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Introduce a solitary wanderer navigating through the remnants of civilization, shrouded in mist and darkness. Describe their weathered appearance, and delve into the emotions evoked by the traveler's exploration of a forgotten gas station, where every step is guided by the dim glow of a flickering flashlight.kness.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: A female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer roaming this borderless land, seeking the arcane and rare In the interdimensional summit, where mysteries unfold, echoing through the cosmic halls, repeating yesterday’s silent song, as ghost never fades in this spectral light. magical, Angelcore, Matte Painting, low angle
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Create an image portraying the outbreak of war on 'Île d’Azural,' enveloped in a somber and ominous atmosphere. Illustrate the island plunged into chaos, featuring darkened skies, ominous clouds, and an aura of impending conflict. Show tribal warriors mobilizing, wielding traditional weapons amidst the turmoil, with scattered signs of destruction, such as smoldering structures or battle scars across the landscape. Emphasize the tension, despair, and turmoil as rival factions clash, symbolizing the tragic onset of war amidst the once serene beauty of the island
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I’d like you to describe a room filled with the traditional instruments of Hausa culture include the algaita, the kakaki, the kalangu, the gangan, and any other instruments you feel are appropriate, I’d like the room to feel warm and inviting, with the instruments positioned in a way that makes them feel like they are being played.
Negative: The sun’s ray stream through the window, casting a warm glow on the instruments in the room and the floor is covered with a colorful traditional design
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Generate an image depicting the onset of war on 'Île d’Azural.' Show a once-idyllic paradise now marred by turmoil and conflict. Illustrate the transformation from serenity to chaos as rival tribes clash amidst the island's beauty. Display tense gatherings, armed factions facing off, and skirmishes breaking out along the shores or within tribal territories. Emphasize the abrupt shift from peace to chaos, showcasing the abrupt disruption of tranquility by the eruption of hostilities, symbolizing the heartbreaking escalation towards conflict in this once harmonious land
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a peacock is carved on a rock wall, ancient style, looks menacing, the peacock's tail has a lot of details. we see the wall that is carved on from right across format: art work photo
Prompt: Create an image depicting the downfall of 'Île d’Azural' due to Babidi's betrayal, plunging the island into darkness. Show an island once vibrant and lush, now shrouded in ominous clouds and an eerie, darkened sky. Illustrate the landscape marred by destruction, with buildings in ruins and nature desolated. Depict the people in despair, their faces reflecting anguish and sorrow, symbolizing the aftermath of Babidi's treachery. Emphasize the transformation from a once-thriving paradise to a bleak, desolate land enveloped in darkness, signifying the island's descent into turmoil and despair
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I’d like you to describe a room filled with the traditional instruments of Hausa culture include the algaita, the kakaki, the kalangu, the gangan, and any other instruments you feel are appropriate,The sun’s ray stream through the window, casting a warm glow on the instruments in the room and the floor is covered with a colorful traditional design
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Holding on to broken dreams:0.5 transcending time by fickle means:0.8 patterned worms with yellow veins:1.8 shattered souls of misty gas:1.5 sublimated frosty faces drifting through a turbulent sky:1.8 disembodied and broken crowns faithfully return into the ground:1.3 turning left four times brings us back to where it began:0.5 withered petals turning red:1.5 in the style of fantasy displaced reality:1.8
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Create a series of abstract images that convey the emotional impact and complexities of war. Use shapes, colors, and textures to explore the themes of conflict, loss, resilience, and the human experience amidst tumultuous times.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: \"Create an image portraying the devastating moment of Babidi's betrayal on 'Île d’Azural.' Depict a scene of treachery and upheaval, showcasing the shift from hope to despair. Show Babidi's ascension to power, with a backdrop of conflicted emotions among the resistance fighters. Illustrate the once-trusted ally's betrayal, perhaps featuring Babidi in a position of authority, betraying Tapion and the resistance, symbolizing the moment where justice is eclipsed by treachery. Capture the atmosphere of betrayal, shock, and despair as the hope for liberation is shattered by the actions of a former comrade.\"
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: If you're a coder, artist, marketer, publisher or anyone else of skill where you see an opportunity to help make the below projects become a reality, then I'd love to work with you too. I don't care about IP or ownership - it's only important that the game gets properly done with proper care and that it will bring about permanent financial freedom to everyone involved that made it a reality.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer roamed the barren fields, looking for scraps of metal and food. The landscape was a bleak reminder of the war that had ravaged the land. The only guardians of the seasons were the ancient trees, whose leaves changed color with the passing of time. Death was defined by the bones and ruins that littered the ground. Fear and wonder mingled in his heart , as he hoped for a better future. highly detailed, natural lighting, forest environment, Unreal engine
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer roamed the barren fields, looking for scraps of metal and food. The landscape was a bleak reminder of the war that had ravaged the land. The only guardians of the seasons were the ancient trees, whose leaves changed color with the passing of time. Death was defined by the bones and ruins that littered the ground. Fear and wonder mingled in his heart , as he hoped for a better future. gloomy, Clockpunk, graffitti, upper body shot
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer roamed the barren fields, looking for scraps of metal and food. The landscape was a bleak reminder of the war that had ravaged the land. The only guardians of the seasons were the ancient trees, whose leaves changed color with the passing of time. Death was defined by the bones and ruins that littered the ground. Fear and wonder mingled in his heart , as he hoped for a better future. gloomy, Clockpunk, graffitti, Rigging
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer roamed the barren fields, looking for scraps of metal and food. The landscape was a bleak reminder of the war that had ravaged the land. The only guardians of the seasons were the ancient trees, whose leaves changed color with the passing of time. Death was defined by the bones and ruins that littered the ground. Fear and wonder mingled in his heart , as he hoped for a better future. gloomy, Clockpunk, graffitti, Rigging
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: :”In the beginning, when light first appeared from darkness, the universe appeared as a fantastical place, with stars and nebulae and black holes. And strange beings were created. Celestial beings came and went until they found their homes within their solar systems, on planets. What did these beings look like? They knew the many wonders of this place. They were great mystics, show a few of them closeup. So,where did they go? And were they happy?
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Introduce a lone wanderer navigating through the mist-shrouded remnants of civilization, where the broken, creepy humanoid robot stands as a silent guardian. Describe the traveler's cautious steps, the mist playing tricks with shadows, and the unsettling presence of the mechanical sentinel, its eyes flickering dimly in the darkness.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer was on journey and The landscape was a silent witness. He walked among the guardians of the seasons, the towering trees that shed their leaves in autumn and grew them back in spring. Death was defined by the absence of life, the emptiness that filled the air. Fear and wonder were his constant companions, as he searched for a reason to live. Vivacious, Bastardcore, Golden Age of Detective Fiction, close-up portrait
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer was on journey and The landscape was a silent witness. He walked among the guardians of the seasons, the towering trees that shed their leaves in autumn and grew them back in spring. Death was defined by the absence of life, the emptiness that filled the air. Fear and wonder were his constant companions, as he searched for a reason to live. Vivacious, Bastardcore, Golden Age of Detective Fiction, 3D modeling
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Killer, Explorer was on journey and The landscape was a silent witness. He walked among the guardians of the seasons, the towering trees that shed their leaves in autumn and grew them back in spring. Death was defined by the absence of life, the emptiness that filled the air. Fear and wonder were his constant companions, as he searched for a reason to live. highly detailed, natural lighting, forest environment, Unreal engine
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a slender young man （around 20, dressed plainly yet neatly, exudes determination and yearning in his deep gaze, showcasing unwavering strength amid life's pressures.） enters the house, and a suffocating atmosphere fills the air. His mother's frail figure leans on the bed, her pale face expressing helplessness.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Consider using a clean and creative design that may contain books, ink drops, or other elements related to reading and literature. Colors could be a warm book brown or a deep inky blue to convey the calmness and depth of literature.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Generate an image symbolizing the devastating moment of Babidi's betrayal on 'Île d’Azural,' where Babidi is only depicted from behind. Show a scene of turmoil and upheaval, highlighting the impact of his treacherous actions. Illustrate Babidi in a position of authority, facing away from the viewer, betraying Tapion and the resistance. Depict the resistance fighters' conflicted emotions, symbolizing the pivotal moment where trust is shattered. Capture the atmosphere of betrayal, shock, and despair, emphasizing Babidi's decisive actions from a perspective where his face remains unseen, echoing the sense of obscured truth and treachery
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: https://raw.githubusercontent.com/blackmatrix7/ios_rule_script/master/rule/QuantumultX/Discord/Discord.list
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Envision an unsettling scene where an old book takes on an eerie and menacing transformation, with sharp teeth that seem to come to life, chopping menacingly. The aged pages of the book, weathered and worn, now reveal a set of razor-sharp teeth that create a surreal and ominous spectacle.The book, suspended in an otherworldly setting, takes on a predatory quality as its teeth gnash and snap, creating an atmosphere of danger and suspense. The imagery invokes a sense of the surreal and supernatural, blurring the lines between the inanimate and the animate.This unexpected transformation challenges the conventional perception of a book, turning it into a surreal entity with a sinister edge. The interplay of shadows and highlights adds to the drama, enhancing the eerie and menacing nature of this imaginative scene.
Style: Digital Art
