Prompt: There were ten of them. But, if you think about it, in fact, only two people were people: their leader and the old magician. The rest were representatives of other races that inhabited this world. The head of this small detachment was a middle-aged man. His entire appearance clearly spoke of his strength: shining armor, a sharply sharpened sword, runes that at times flashed on his shield and blade - all this created the image of a “hero,” as they now began to call him. It looked somewhat false and somehow strange, especially after what the man and his squad had to go through to get to this place. The rest were not so interesting and rather came with it. And, to be honest, they looked rather faded compared to the hero. They all looked at the man sitting on a terrifying-looking throne. Despite all the stories and rumors about the demon lord, he did not look like a monster. On the throne sat a very young man, whose dark short hair was in complete disarray, and whose regular, aristocratic facial features and light blue eyes caused only bewilderment. Everyone imagined him a little differently. It was strange to associate this man with their main enemy, but the situation indicated that they were not mistaken.
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: 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: 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: In the realm of darkness, where shadows thrive,A world of magic reveals itself and never runs out.Known as the Hidden Lights, they are worthy of praiseTo be discovered with the utmost love.Their magic flickers with a brief spark,A luminous jewel within the dark tenebre.Your light may be soft, but it's attractive and bright,Guiding us through the darkness with great countenance.The Hidden Lights, they dance and play,Whirling with colour in a show that rhymes.Graceful and free, they move with elegance,A symphony of tones with a resonance that sways.Their stories are shrouded, their secrets unrevealed,As they wander through the night, bold and daring.Their magic hangs in the air,A power beyond compare.The Hidden Lights, they call us close,A sight that fills us with wonder and comfort.Their magic touches our soul,A feeling beyond any calamity that soothes.In the realm of darkness, where shadows rule,The Hidden Lights must always shine and rule.Their magic flickers with a gentle spark,A luminous pulse within the dark that saves.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: dungeons \u0026 dragons character, full-body art, mediveal fantasy, alchemist, grimdark, potions, colored vapors, high detail, cell shading
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: dungeons \u0026 dragons character, full-body art, mediveal fantasy, alchemist, grimdark, potions, colored vapors, high detail, cell shading
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: dungeons \u0026 dragons character, full-body art, mediveal fantasy, alchemist, grimdark, potions, colored vapors, high detail, cell shading
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: An antagonist character. A young boy had to fight in a war because he wanted to provide for his family. Unfortunately, his mother has died when he was in the middle of the war -need a way that make sense that fits with that distribution-, which leaves his younger sister alone. He wanted to return home as fast as possible, but he was in the middle of the war. He was collapsing on the battlefield.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: This character, draped in the fashion-forward ethereal armor, embarks on the epic quest to... wait for it... \"cross the river of time and space\" – groundbreaking, really. Apparently, weak hours have enemies, and fear not, our protagonist is here to bravely slice through the existential threats with the subtlety of a temporal sledgehammer.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: ：Create a full-length portrait of a Song Dynasty general from the front, with an upright and firm posture, holding a long sword, resolute and thick eyebrows, deep and sharp eyes, a square face, a thick beard, a tall nose, decisive and resolute The corners of his mouth were majestic yet kind. The attire is a maroon war robe, armor, a Tang Dynasty military commander's helmet, and a jade belt. Around 35 years old. Super Quality, HD seed:1254659055
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: ：Create a full-length portrait of a Song Dynasty general from the front, with an upright and firm posture, holding a long sword, resolute and thick eyebrows, deep and sharp eyes, a square face, a thick beard, a tall nose, decisive and resolute The corners of his mouth were majestic yet kind. The attire is a maroon war robe, armor, a Tang Dynasty military commander's helmet, and a jade belt. Around 35 years old. Super Quality, HD seed:1254659055
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: In a distant land of myth and lore,Where ancient tales are told once more,There lived a wise and powerful Sage,Whose magic flowed like a fiery blaze.The Bronze Sage, they called her then,For her skin was brown like burnished tin,And her eyes glowed with a golden light,That shone like the sun, so warm and bright.Her wisdom was vast, her knowledge deep,And through her spells, she could make hearts leap,For she had the power to heal and mend,And the gift to guide lost souls to the end.Her magic flowed like a mighty stream,And those who sought her guidance, could only dream,Of the strength and courage she bestowed,And the peace of mind that forever glowed.The Bronze Sage, a master of the art,Could bend reality with her powerful heart,And through her words, she could create,A world of wonder and endless fate.For she knew the secrets of the universe,And the mysteries that lay beyond the hearse,And in her presence, all would see,The great magic of the Bronze Sage, free.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: a compelling visual portrayal of the spiritual leader within the polar nomadic tribe, envisioning a woman of distinguished age whose weathered features speak to a life intertwined with the elements, her eyes reflecting the depth of spiritual insight and adorned with a gaze that transcends the physical world, adorned in ceremonial robes intricately patterned with symbols representing the tribe's spiritual essence and imprints of Arctic animals or celestial motifs, exuding a harmonious blend of cultural tradition and spiritual significance, embellished with symbolic jewelry crafted from precious materials found in the Arctic, including amulets, bracelets, or a headdress, each carrying its own spiritual weight and reflecting the leader's connection to the tribe's mythology, conveying a profound link to nature by illustrating symbolic elements around her, such as animals holding spiritual significance for the tribe or representations of celestial forces guiding her spiritual journey, situated in a setting that magnifies her spiritual role, perhaps within a sacred space, surrounded by elements of the Arctic landscape, or bathed in the soft glow of the Northern Lights, with tools of her spiritual trade, such as a ceremonial staff, a drum, or other items used in rituals, intricately detailed and reflecting the craftsmanship and spiritual power they hold, all while capturing her expressions with nuance, conveying a sense of serenity, wisdom, and a connection to unseen forces, creating a visually captivating representation that encapsulates not only the physical appearance of the spiritual leader but also the essence of her spiritual wisdom and connection to the Arctic environment
Negative: bad art, badly drawn hands, badly drawn faces
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Behold, the Holy Nemesis has come to stay,His golden-dark power holds sway,A wondrous force that commands respect and awe,His presence, strong and burning like a star.With every step he takes, the earth does quake,His power radiates in the night,A dark and golden burning light,Transforming all in his wake,As darkness descends and strength it takes.He wields the power of the universe,An ancient force that's dark and diverse,And with a single word or thought,He brings about all he has sought.The Holy Nemesis, a being of great might,His magic a wonder to behold in sight,For his power is beyond compare,And all who see it cannot help but stare.Therefore, let us bow down to the Holy Nemesis,For his power and strength we cannot dismiss,And let us always remember his name,For he is the keeper of the eternal fate.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The knights and lords of the time, fascinated by the promise of wealth and power, strove to control this living treasure. They coveted the harvest of the fruits of the Benerubus to strengthen their kingdom and their influence. However, as time passed, strange events began to occur.
Style: Fantasy 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 captivating visual representation of the spiritual leader of a polar nomadic tribe, envisioning a person of distinguished age with weathered features that speak to a life intertwined with the elements, their eyes reflecting the depth of spiritual insight and adorned with a gaze that transcends the physical world, dressed in ceremonial robes adorned with intricate patterns representing the tribe's spiritual symbols and imprints of Arctic animals or celestial motifs, exuding a harmonious blend of cultural tradition and spiritual significance, decorated with symbolic adornments such as unique jewelry made from precious materials found in the Arctic, including amulets, bracelets, or a headdress, each carrying its own spiritual significance and reflecting the leader's connection to the tribe's mythology, conveying a profound connection to nature by illustrating symbolic elements around them, such as animals holding spiritual significance for the tribe or representations of celestial forces guiding their spiritual journey, and situated in a setting that amplifies their spiritual role, perhaps within a sacred space, surrounded by elements of the Arctic landscape, or bathed in the soft glow of the Northern Lights, with tools of the spiritual leader's trade, such as a ceremonial staff, a drum, or other items used in rituals, intricately detailed and reflecting the craftsmanship and spiritual power they hold, all while capturing the leader's expressions with nuance, conveying a sense of serenity, wisdom, and a connection to unseen forces, creating a visually compelling representation that encapsulates not only the physical appearance of the spiritual leader but also the essence of their spiritual wisdom and connection to the Arctic environment
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: In the dark and mysterious nightThe Night Poet flies triumphant and powerfulHis glowing soul, charged with flameFlaming art, spectacle of fantasyHis verses glow, his words burnStrong flames, desires that eternally igniteHe evokes spells and enchantmentsForgotten legends, curses and sufferingsHis fire lights the ancient runic symbolsAnd the dead awaken from their lethargic slumberSpectres and souls dance in the flaming glowWhile the Night Poet conjures his screaming flameHe cries out about love, loss and painSorrows that will never fade, like odourless soresHis verses weave a magic spellThat attracts both the living and the tragic deadThe flame of the Night Poet burns strongIn the morbid night, a divine spectacle in his courtHis words, a sombre and profound chorusBewitched by the magic of his nocturnal fire.So the Night Poet takes his flightHis burning pen, his flame burning nakedWhile the dark sky lights up in flames of lightHis art emanates magic, transforming the world into seduction and flux.
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: Blonde girl wearing sexy black leather jacket on the streets of Los Angeles, 8k
Style: Photographic
Prompt: More than five hundred years ago, clans of dwarves and gnomes made an agreement known as the Phandelver's Pact, by which they would share a rich mine in a wondrous cavern known as Wave Echo Cave. In addition to its mineral wealth, the mine contained great magical power.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The formidable warrior, devoid of a helmet, directs a fixed and penetrating gaze directly at the camera, conveying an aura of intensity and determination. His bright alien eyes firmly lock onto the viewer, revealing deep concentration and an almost magnetic connection. The angular facial features, including sharp cheekbones, a slightly hooked nose, and long, serrated ears, contribute to creating a mysterious and imposing appearance. Despite the alien nature, his expression seems to convey an empathetic awareness, suggesting an intelligent being fully conscious of its majesty. NO HELMET. digital art style, art station style, Gabriele dell'Otto style
Negative: cyberpunk, predator, mass effect style
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Returning Blade was a member of the Holy Race whose body was covered with holy patterns. He wore a silver-gray leather jacket, and his gaze was as sharp as a snake. Although he looked no older than thirty, the way he carried himself indicated that he had already reached the Unthinking Realm. If placed among human players, he would be considered a monster among monsters.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Visualize a tropical lagoon at dusk, where bioluminescent organisms in the water create a soft, otherworldly glow, and the palm trees along the shore cast long, mysterious shadows under the fading light of the day
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: The swordsmen managed to kill one monster and seriously wound the second, but the last one turned out to be the most agile and somehow managed to dodge, and then even hit one of the brothers with its spiked tail. It’s good that he managed to substitute his sword and the main force of the attack fell on him, throwing the man aside and taking him out of the fight for a while
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: https://cdn.discordapp.com/attachments/1110167723243229214/1198713770390859958/DSC01409-Edit-3_masolat.jpg?ex=65bfe831\u0026is=65ad7331\u0026hm=e7f1ed07136de39d6890d45f8049311500fcf0b84086256214492d079b063583\u0026 mvm dome hungary, stadium, city of future, enviroment change bladerunner style, flying cars, future, stadium stay, stadium dont change, front of the building dont change, background future, sci-fi, 2k, realistic, cinematic
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: a huge hall in which only a few rays of sunlight dispelled the darkness, but because of this it seemed even gloomier. The statues on the sides stood like guards, standing guard of honor. Grotesque monsters seemed to be gloomily watching the violators of their peace. They were made so skillfully and realistically that at first one could mistake them for living people, but the magicians quickly dealt with this obsession. After that, everyone took a breath of relief - no one would want to clash with these creatures. And even if the sight of the statues was terrifying, it’s scary to imagine what would have happened if they were really alive.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: a huge hall in which only a few rays of sunlight dispelled the darkness, but because of this it seemed even gloomier. The statues on the sides stood like guards, standing guard of honor. Grotesque monsters seemed to be gloomily watching the violators of their peace. They were made so skillfully and realistically that at first one could mistake them for living people, but the magicians quickly dealt with this obsession. After that, everyone took a breath of relief - no one would want to clash with these creatures. And even if the sight of the statues was terrifying, it’s scary to imagine what would have happened if they were really alive.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: An injured hedgehog samurai, leaning against a tree, overlooking a burning battlefield, sunset in the distance, torn armor stained red, hyper detailed environment, by Hayao Miyazaki, by Moebius, peaceful moment amid violence, painterly style, digital painting, art station featured
Prompt: That's right! That's how I've been learning all my life, on specific tasks. With sweat, blood, sleepless nights, megaliters of coffee and kilometers of google queries
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: In the late 15th century DR, Phandalin was a modest and architecturally boring town of hard-working frontiersfolk built atop the ruins of the old Phandalin.[6][2][7] The town quickly grew to about fifty well-maintained structures built of logs and flagstones[6][8] with three deep wells providing water.[4] The town was dominated by an apple orchard on the west side and a ruined manor atop a hill to the east. The townsfolk would congregate in a small town square and an adjacent town green.[8]
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Magical warden, ancient staff, floating elements; ethereal glow, swirling particles, mystical aura; enchanted guardian, arcane symbols, radiant magic; cosmic energy, levitating staff, captivating particles; spellbound protector, crystalline staff, enchanting elements; guardian's gaze, arcane forces, hovering magic; spectral staff, dancing particles, mystical warden; staff's glow, arcane prowess, floating enchantment; magical sentinel, levitated pieces, ethereal staff; warden's power, vibrant particles, mesmerizing display; mystical defender, staff's resonance, magical elements suspended; staff's embrace, cosmic particles, enchantment held
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: show the tongue without it being too weird for people to look at, convey the mesage of the role that a tongue plays in convincing other people, also show how the tonque is sharper than the sharpest of katanas
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: An undead warlock surrounded by shelves of potions is engaged in alchemy with light of candles dark light negative: fingers
Prompt: casino banner with slot machine, girls, gems, chips, in blue and silver colors
Style: Photographic
Prompt: In the depths of night, when hope fades fast,And shadows crawl where light once shone,Appears a crimson ghost, its magic cast,To reignite the flame that long has gone.Its eyes ablaze like coals of fire,A cloak that drapes in endless flow,It conjures secrets to inspire,And makes the heart with hope aglow.This ghostly figure shuns the day,And defies the rules of mortal law,It whispers secrets with a sway,That fills the void with eerie awe.The magic of this spectral host,Is in its crimson blood-like hue,That sends a chill down to the bone,And makes the heart beat black and blue.So when the darkness threatens to consume,And fear and doubt threaten to reign,Call forth the ghost with crimson plume,To light the way and break the chain.
Style: Fantasy Art
