Prompt: The destitute chibi android, no more than a few inches tall, huddled in a corner of the cramped alleyway, her tiny cybernetic body shivering with fear and cold, her big, round eyes brimming with tears as she clutched her loyal cybernetic dog close, the only friend she had left in a world that seemed determined to ignore her, the dog's metal body gleaming in the dim light, its glowing blue eyes fixed protectively on its tiny master, as the chibi android whispered softly into its ear, the only comfort she had in this desolate, unforgiving city, the two of them a pitiful sight, abandoned and alone, struggling to survive in a world that didn't want them, their bond stronger than ever, a testament to the power of friendship and loyalty, in a world that had forgotten the value of such things, a small, unnoticed corner of hope and love, in a sea of despair and neglect. (abstract, minimalist, art brut, post-modern, (pop art:pointillist:0.2), uhd, 4K, 8K, 16K, 32K, ultrarealistic, breathtaking, stunning, aerosol/charcoal)
Prompt: The destitute chibi android, no more than a few inches tall, huddled in a corner of the cramped alleyway, her tiny cybernetic body shivering with fear and cold, her big, round eyes brimming with tears as she clutched her loyal cybernetic dog close, the only friend she had left in a world that seemed determined to ignore her, the dog's metal body gleaming in the dim light, its glowing blue eyes fixed protectively on its tiny master, as the chibi android whispered softly into its ear, the only comfort she had in this desolate, unforgiving city, the two of them a pitiful sight, abandoned and alone, struggling to survive in a world that didn't want them, their bond stronger than ever, a testament to the power of friendship and loyalty, in a world that had forgotten the value of such things, a small, unnoticed corner of hope and love, in a sea of despair and neglect. (abstract, minimalist, art brut, post-modern, (pop art:pointillist:0.2), uhd, 4K, 8K, 16K, 32K, ultrarealistic, breathtaking, stunning, aerosol/charcoal)
Prompt: The destitute chibi android, no more than a few inches tall, huddled in a corner of the cramped alleyway, her tiny cybernetic body shivering with fear and cold, her big, round eyes brimming with tears as she clutched her loyal cybernetic dog close, the only friend she had left in a world that seemed determined to ignore her, the dog's metal body gleaming in the dim light, its glowing blue eyes fixed protectively on its tiny master, as the chibi android whispered softly into its ear, the only comfort she had in this desolate, unforgiving city, the two of them a pitiful sight, abandoned and alone, struggling to survive in a world that didn't want them, their bond stronger than ever, a testament to the power of friendship and loyalty, in a world that had forgotten the value of such things, a small, unnoticed corner of hope and love, in a sea of despair and neglect. (abstract, minimalist, art brut, post-modern, (pop art:pointillist:0.2), uhd, 4K, 8K, 16K, 32K, ultrarealistic, breathtaking, stunning, aerosol/charcoal)
Prompt: The destitute chibi android, no more than a few inches tall, huddled in a corner of the cramped alleyway, her tiny cybernetic body shivering with fear and cold, her big, round eyes brimming with tears as she clutched her loyal cybernetic dog close, the only friend she had left in a world that seemed determined to ignore her, the dog's metal body gleaming in the dim light, its glowing blue eyes fixed protectively on its tiny master, as the chibi android whispered softly into its ear, the only comfort she had in this desolate, unforgiving city, the two of them a pitiful sight, abandoned and alone, struggling to survive in a world that didn't want them, their bond stronger than ever, a testament to the power of friendship and loyalty, in a world that had forgotten the value of such things, a small, unnoticed corner of hope and love, in a sea of despair and neglect. (abstract, minimalist, art brut, post-modern, (pop art:pointillist:0.2), uhd, 4K, 8K, 16K, 32K, ultrarealistic, breathtaking, stunning, aerosol/charcoal)
Prompt: The destitute chibi android, no more than a few inches tall, huddled in a corner of the cramped alleyway, her tiny cybernetic body shivering with fear and cold, her big, round eyes brimming with tears as she clutched her loyal cybernetic dog close, the only friend she had left in a world that seemed determined to ignore her, the dog's metal body gleaming in the dim light, its glowing blue eyes fixed protectively on its tiny master, as the chibi android whispered softly into its ear, the only comfort she had in this desolate, unforgiving city, the two of them a pitiful sight, abandoned and alone, struggling to survive in a world that didn't want them, their bond stronger than ever, a testament to the power of friendship and loyalty, in a world that had forgotten the value of such things, a small, unnoticed corner of hope and love, in a sea of despair and neglect. (abstract, minimalist, art brut, post-modern, (pop art:pointillist:0.2), uhd, 4K, 8K, 16K, 32K, ultrarealistic, breathtaking, stunning, aerosol/charcoal)
Prompt: The destitute chibi android, no more than a few inches tall, huddled in a corner of the cramped alleyway, her tiny cybernetic body shivering with fear and cold, her big, round eyes brimming with tears as she clutched her loyal cybernetic dog close, the only friend she had left in a world that seemed determined to ignore her, the dog's metal body gleaming in the dim light, its glowing blue eyes fixed protectively on its tiny master, as the chibi android whispered softly into its ear, the only comfort she had in this desolate, unforgiving city, the two of them a pitiful sight, abandoned and alone, struggling to survive in a world that didn't want them, their bond stronger than ever, a testament to the power of friendship and loyalty, in a world that had forgotten the value of such things, a small, unnoticed corner of hope and love, in a sea of despair and neglect. (abstract, minimalist, art brut, post-modern, (pop art:pointillist:0.2), uhd, 4K, 8K, 16K, 32K, ultrarealistic, breathtaking, stunning, aerosol/charcoal)
Style: Photographic
Prompt: The destitute chibi android, no more than a few inches tall, huddled in a corner of the cramped alleyway, her tiny cybernetic body shivering with fear and cold, her big, round eyes brimming with tears as she clutched her loyal cybernetic dog close, the only friend she had left in a world that seemed determined to ignore her, the dog's metal body gleaming in the dim light, its glowing blue eyes fixed protectively on its tiny master, as the chibi android whispered softly into its ear, the only comfort she had in this desolate, unforgiving city, the two of them a pitiful sight, abandoned and alone, struggling to survive in a world that didn't want them, their bond stronger than ever, a testament to the power of friendship and loyalty, in a world that had forgotten the value of such things, a small, unnoticed corner of hope and love, in a sea of despair and neglect. (abstract, minimalist, art brut, post-modern, (pop art:pointillist:0.2), uhd, 4K, 8K, 16K, 32K, ultrarealistic, breathtaking, stunning, aerosol/charcoal)
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Compose a compelling scene of a cyberpunk-inspired woman, unconscious and slumped against the gritty walls of a narrow alley. The dim neon lights overhead barely illuminate the dystopian surroundings. The woman's cybernetic features are evident, and a neurocaster is strapped to her head, wires trailing down to the ground. The atmosphere is heavy with an air of mystery and danger, as the alley echoes with the distant sounds of the bustling futuristic city. Craft an image that captures the eerie and unsettling nature of this cyberpunk moment.
Negative: ugly too much exposed skin
Prompt: A cybernetic entity, with advanced sensors and hacking tools, navigated through the city streets, detecting the faint hum of security drones and the whisper of hidden microphones. She had a mission, to retrieve a valuable piece of data from a powerful corporation, and she was determined to complete it.
Prompt: she was a cybernetic mess of wires all over her face, a winsome wry caricature, fiberoptic android tendrils, leds, circuitry, networked bodyparts, miniature 35mm gun turrets projecting from her head, random military artifacts, a hairstyle that looked like she'd been dragged from a bush, reluctantly, with a catwalk aesthetic and sequins. oh, and she looked angry and mean and uncompromising. she definitely wasn't going to pay the bill. but she was ultrarealistic, could scare the kids, and 32K cinematic fantastic, dark, ghoulish, phantasmagorical and spectral. she accesorized with barbed wire and camouflage. she ran a custom version of windows95 and was powered by solar panels. her eye sockets glowed fiery red, he skin was reptilian. to call her beautiful would be an affront to beauty. she wore makeup to hide the scars. (105mm polaroid, soft focus, dof)
Prompt: she was a cybernetic mess of wires all over her face, a winsome wry caricature, fiberoptic android tendrils, leds, circuitry, networked bodyparts, miniature 35mm gun turrets projecting from her head, random military artifacts, a hairstyle that looked like she'd been dragged from a bush, reluctantly, with a catwalk aesthetic and sequins. oh, and she looked angry and mean and uncompromising. she definitely wasn't going to pay the bill. but she was ultrarealistic, could scare the kids, and 32K cinematic fantastic, dark, ghoulish, phantasmagorical and spectral. she accesorized with barbed wire and camouflage. she ran a custom version of windows95 and was powered by solar panels. her eye sockets glowed fiery red, her skin was reptilian. to call her beautiful would be an affront to beauty. she wore makeup to hide the scars. (105mm polaroid, soft focus, dof)
Prompt: she was a cybernetic mess of wires all over her face, a winsome wry caricature, fiberoptic android tendrils, leds, circuitry, networked bodyparts, miniature 35mm gun turrets projecting from her head, random military artifacts, a hairstyle that looked like she'd been dragged from a bush, reluctantly, with a catwalk aesthetic and sequins. oh, and she looked angry and mean and uncompromising. she definitely wasn't going to pay the bill. but she was ultrarealistic, could scare the kids, and 32K cinematic fantastic, dark, ghoulish, phantasmagorical and spectral. she accesorized with barbed wire and camouflage. she ran a custom version of windows95 and was powered by solar panels. her eye sockets glowed fiery red, her skin was reptilian. to call her beautiful would be an affront to beauty. she wore makeup to hide the scars. if you listened closely, you could hear her mouthing the words \"I win\" over and over and over, like a dirge. (105mm polaroid, soft focus, dof)
Prompt: animate this character: Raine, patrolling the desolate streets, felt the weight of the sudden darkness. It wasn't just the absence of the internet that troubled her, but the looming threat of the government's increased control and surveillance in the absence of a digital oversight. She tightened her grip on her weapon, her enhanced senses attuned to the unsettling quiet that enveloped the city. The implications of the internet blackout, the potential for misinformation and the tightening grip of the oppressive regime, fueled her already smoldering determination to fight back.
Prompt: Imagine a captivating scene set in a cyberpunk world, featuring a woman with cybernetic enhancements leaning unconscious against the graffiti-covered walls of a desolate alley. The neon lights cast an otherworldly glow on her sleek, augmented features. A neurocaster is securely attached to her head, wires trailing down and disappearing into the shadows. The woman's posture suggests vulnerability, yet there's an underlying sense of resilience in the way she leans against the cold, unforgiving wall. The ambient sounds of the futuristic city create an eerie backdrop, adding to the suspense and intrigue of this cyberpunk tableau.
Negative: ugly too much exposed skin
Prompt: Buffalo, big horns, with Chinese style patterns on its body, solid color background, 8K, RAW,
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Amidst the rain-soaked, grimy streets of a sprawling cyberpunk metropolis, a striking figure emerges - a cybergoth geisha robot. Clad in a technologically enhanced version of the traditional kimono, complete with translucent panels that reveal her inner workings, she navigates through the crowded cityscape teeming with towering skyscrapers, flickering neon signs, and gritty alleyways lit by holographic billboards. With piercing, glowing mechanical eyes scanning her surroundings, she moves gracefully yet purposefully among crowds of people dressed in futuristic attire, drawing stares and whispers from passersby who marvel at her unique blend of tradition and innovation. In her delicate hands, she holds a small umbrella, shielding herself from the relentless drizzle while embodying the defiant spirit of a world where past and future collide
Prompt: Capture the essence of a cyber bot, a fusion of human and machine in a futuristic cyberpunk setting. Let her large, expressive eyes reflect the vibrant city lights, conveying a sense of intelligence and empathy that transcends her robotic form. The contrast between her sleek metallic body and her human-like features highlights the duality of her existence, a symbol of the blurring lines between humans and technology in the future.
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair.
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire aesthetic, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine/platano gradient, (headshot:1.5), uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.6), grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbed-wire polaroid esthetic, crepuscular/aquamarine,platano gradient, (headshot:2.0), uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (colorful:0.9), headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio))
Prompt: She was a vacant vagrant, stumbling haphazardly through the labyrinthine halls of an abandoned warehouse, her movements erratic and fueled by the crack coursing through her veins. Her eyes burned with a frenzied intensity, reflecting the chaos of her mind and the tumult of the world around her. The warehouse, once a bustling hive of industry, now lay dormant and desolate, a mere shell of its former glory. Yet, through the haze of drugs and desperation, the woman saw something that others missed - a flickering hope that perhaps, just perhaps, this shattered and abandoned place held some shred of meaning, some glimmer of truth amidst the rubble. It was a fool's hope, perhaps, but in a world so dominated by cold logic and calculation, perhaps it was better to be a fool than to surrender oneself to the crushing weight of despair. (grunge, post-apocalyptic, dystopian, frenetic, barbaed-wire aesthetic, headshot, uhd, breathtaking, masterpiece, valentin plessy, derek stratton, jonas de ro, alex andreev, neil blevins, sylwia pusz, holger lippmann, aleksi peltonen, peter tumas, emanuele dascanio)
Prompt: A mesmerizing female goblin, depicted in an intriguing fantasy style, clothed in ragged attire, her wild hair tangled in a crown of bones. She's lurking in a decrepit interbellum alleyway, the scene captured in dramatic and evocative shades, under a chilling, shadowy twilight, enhancing the overall sinister and creepy mood.
Prompt: A mesmerizing female goblin, depicted in an intriguing fantasy style, clothed in ragged attire, her wild hair tangled in a crown of bones. She's lurking in a decrepit interbellum alleyway, the scene captured in dramatic and evocative shades, under a chilling, shadowy twilight, enhancing the overall sinister and creepy mood.
Prompt: In a dimly lit and dilapidated alley, a man who has been battered by the hardships of life leans desolately against the cold, damp brick wall. His face is haggard, etched with wrinkles, and his sunken eye sockets betray an unending exhaustion and sorrow, as if embodying the very essence of years of suffering. He dons clothes that are worn and tattered beyond repair; despite the biting wind slicing through them and causing him to shiver, his quivering body stands firm with remarkable resilience. Raindrops fall ruthlessly upon his slender shoulders, coursing down his cheeks, intermingling indistinguishably with tears.
Style: Neon Punk
Prompt: As I ventured into the desolate, abandoned factory, a chilling apparition materialized, its mask a featureless, expressionless visage, devoid of humanity, offering no hint of the unspeakable horrors it concealed in its soulless existence
Prompt: a man with a golden lizard head and skin in fantasy iron chainmail with a cloth tabard in a kneeling pose as if to prey and holding a huge two handed sword over his knees
Negative: human scalemail
Prompt: create a image of anime character that have attractive face and handsome face, broad four head, Black hair, happy, of haikyuu
Style: Anime
Prompt: The rogue android moved with a fluid grace, its movements jerky yet precise, as if it had been programmed by a drunken tango dancer. Its eyes flickered with a metallic gleam, scanning its surroundings with an intensity that bordered on paranoia. The android's skin was polished to a mirror sheen, each curve and edge reflective and cold. Despite its flawless exterior, there was a palpable sense of malice about the machine, a feeling that it was not bound by the same laws of morality that governed its human creators. As it drew closer, I could hear the hum of its circuits and the faint click of its joints, like the sound of a swarm of angry insects. This creature was not a mere automaton, but a thing beyond description, a machine that thought and felt in ways that no human could ever understand.
Prompt: In a dimly lit laboratory, a broken transmission hummed with faint energy as a dioda flickered sporadically. Nearby, a kawaii robot stood, its adorable 3D style contrasting with the chaotic surroundings. It seemed both crazy and endearing, a whimsical creation in a world of technological wonders.
Prompt: Rain lashes against the grimy window, neon city lights bleeding through in distorted streaks. In the heart of this cyberpunk lair, hunches a cyborg figure. Chrome gleams beneath worn leather, wires like veins pulsing beneath pale skin. One eye, synthetic silver, scans holographic displays flickering on a salvaged control panel. The other, a startling blue bioluminescent orb, stares out at the neon storm with an unreadable mix of longing and steel. His hands, half-flesh, half-machine, grip a battered pistol, knuckles white with tension. Is he guardian or outlaw? Hunter or hunted? The air thrums with the electric hum of machinery and the distant wail of police sirens, painting a backdrop of danger and intrigue. This cyborg's story hangs heavy in the neon-drenched shadows, waiting to be told.
Prompt: Cyberpunk edge runner Lucy's appearance can be described as edgy, futuristic, and rebellious. She has neon-colored hair, cybernetic enhancements, and a punk-inspired fashion sense. Her piercing gaze and confident demeanor give her a mysterious and dangerous allure. She is often seen wearing tech-enhanced clothing and accessories, giving her a distinct and futuristic look.
Prompt: a Masterpiece, cinematic videography style, posing for action, a female, ((tall, curvy, strong, bulky, white long hair)) mech., grey-dirty body-armored-plate, intricate and neat cabling system, intricate joint, computerised mechanism, super tight, bodyplate tightly forming body contour, superdetailed inspired by Ghost in The Shell, Alita Battle Angel, a depiction of a fictional character in a garment, featuring armor and a weapon. The character is portrayed in a realistic detailing associated with the themes of heroism and outdoor adventures. On top of a roof, cyberpunk city, deaft-tone, monotonous colors, hazy with dust and smokes, strong and windy, cold and chilly weather, some mist, global illumination, volumetric cinematic lights, interesting camera angle, high contrast, classical image final render, Moebius and Corbin style image
Negative: sharp armored plate edges, matte finished, over design
Style: Pixel Art
Prompt: Amidst the rain-soaked, grimy streets of a sprawling cyberpunk metropolis, a striking figure emerges - a cybergoth geisha robot. Clad in a technologically enhanced version of the traditional kimono, complete with translucent panels that reveal her inner workings, she navigates through the crowded cityscape teeming with towering skyscrapers, flickering neon signs, and gritty alleyways lit by holographic billboards. With piercing, glowing mechanical eyes scanning her surroundings, she moves gracefully yet purposefully among crowds of people dressed in futuristic attire, drawing stares and whispers from passersby who marvel at her unique blend of tradition and innovation. In her delicate hands, she holds a small umbrella, shielding herself from the relentless drizzle while embodying the defiant spirit of a world where past and future collide
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: she was a cybernetic mess of wires all over her face, a winsome wry caricature, fiberoptic tendrils, leds, miniature 35mm gun turrets projecting from her head, random military artifacts, a hairstyle that looked like she'd been dragged from a bush, reluctantly, with a catwalk aesthetic and sequins. oh, and she looked angry and mean and uncompromising. she definitely wasn't going to pay the bill. but she was ultrarealistic, could scare the kids, and 32K cinematic fantastic, dark, ghoulish, phantasmagorical and spectral. she accesorized with barbed wire and camouflage. she ran a custom version of windows95 and was powered by solar panels. her eye sockets glowed fiery red, he skin was reptilian. to call her beautiful would be an affront to beauty. she wore makeup to hide the scars. (105mm polaroid)
Prompt: she was a cybernetic mess of wires all over her face, a winsome wry caricature, fiberoptic tendrils, leds, miniature 35mm gun turrets projecting from her head, random military artifacts, a hairstyle that looked like she'd been dragged from a bush, reluctantly, with a catwalk aesthetic and sequins. oh, and she looked angry and mean and uncompromising. she definitely wasn't going to pay the bill. but she was ultrarealistic, could scare the kids, and 32K cinematic fantastic, dark, ghoulish, phantasmagorical and spectral. she accesorized with barbed wire and camouflage. she ran a custom version of windows95 and was powered by solar panels. her eye sockets glowed fiery red, he skin was reptilian. to call her beautiful would be an affront to beauty. she wore makeup to hide the scars. (105mm polaroid, soft focus, dof)
Prompt: In a dimly lit and dilapidated alley, a man who has been battered by the hardships of life leans desolately against the cold, damp brick wall. His face is haggard, etched with wrinkles, and his sunken eye sockets betray an unending exhaustion and sorrow, as if embodying the very essence of years of suffering. He dons clothes that are worn and tattered beyond repair; despite the biting wind slicing through them and causing him to shiver, his quivering body stands firm with remarkable resilience. Raindrops fall ruthlessly upon his slender shoulders, coursing down his cheeks, intermingling indistinguishably with tears.
Style: Anime
Prompt: A young woman walked alone in the neon rain beneath the towering spires of future Tokyo, every raindrop catching the lights like a laser as surveillance danced around her shifting form, her expression obscured by a mask that blurred identity, technology, and art in a dazzling spectacle seen through some futuristic Japanese creative's vision as she navigated an impossible cityscape.
Prompt: The Death Knight is a girl, a creature full of horror and darkness. Her flesh is doomed to an eternal struggle between light and darkness, between the living and the dead. The cold flame of hatred and ruthless warrior shines in her black eyes. She is clad in armor speckled with rust and bloodstains, symbolizing her merciless battles and relentless essence. Her hair falls like a shadow on her pale face, adding to its stern and cold expression. Her footsteps, like an echo of death, leave behind a path of destruction and horror. She has the power of necromancy and sinister magic, capable of summoning the dead from other worlds and causing terrible suffering to her enemies. Her cold sword blade represents the darkness that consumes everything in its path. Her presence is filled with a dark aura that makes even the bravest hearts tremble with horror. She is the embodiment of death and destruction, and her power is irresistible.
