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: I wandered lonely as a cloudThat floats on high o'er vales and hills,When all at once I saw a crowd,A host, of golden daffodils;Beside the lake, beneath the trees,Fluttering and dancing in the breeze.Continuous as the stars that shineAnd twinkle on the milky way,They stretched in never-ending lineAlong the margin of a bay:Ten thousand saw I at a glance,Tossing their heads in sprightly dance.The waves beside them danced; but theyOut-did the sparkling waves in glee:A poet could not but be gay,In such a jocund company:I gazed—and gazed—but little thoughtWhat wealth the show to me had brought:For oft, when on my couch I lieIn vacant or in pensive mood,They flash upon that inward eyeWhich is the bliss of solitude;And then my heart with pleasure fills,And dances with the daffodils.
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: 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: 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: ((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: 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: 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: In the realm of beauty, there is a woman who embodies perfection. Her figure is a masterpiece, a symphony of curves and grace that captivates the eye. Her eyes sparkle like stars in the night, reflecting the depths of the ocean and radiating a profound and captivating light. Her lips are painted with a subtle hue, inviting and alluring like the morning dew. But it's not just her face that captivates, her figure is a work of art. Her full breasts are a testament to femininity, captivating hearts with their allure. With every step, she exudes confidence and poise, her graceful movements akin to the ebbing tide. Her silhouette lingers in the mind, a mosaic of beauty that is rare to find. Her hair flows like silk, a mesmerizing river that is a sight to behold. She is a work of art, a celebration of elegance that is woven into the very fabric of beauty itself. In the poetry of life, she is a stanza that stands out, a living, breathing masterpiece that will forever be etched in my mind.
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: Love, like a Love, like a captivating melody, plays the notes of passion, understanding, and companionship. It's not just a destination; it's a thrilling journey where two hearts synchronize in perfect harmony. Buckle up for a rollercoaster of emotions—the exhilarating highs, the comforting lows, and the breathtaking twists that make love a breathtaking adventure.
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: 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: Overly detailed, convoluted, extravagant, nonspecific, vague artistic direction, conflicting requirements, contradictory elements, lack of creative constraints, unrealistic expectations, excessively intricate, excessively demanding, imprecise vision, unattainable perfection, conflicting visual styles.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: From childhood’s hour I have not been As others were—I have not seen As others saw—I could not bring My passions from a common spring— From the same source I have not taken My sorrow—I could not awaken My heart to joy at the same tone— And all I lov’d—I lov’d alone— Then—in my childhood—in the dawn Of a most stormy life—was drawn From ev’ry depth of good and ill The mystery which binds me still— From the torrent, or the fountain— From the red cliff of the mountain— From the sun that ’round me roll’d In its autumn tint of gold— From the lightning in the sky As it pass’d me flying by— From the thunder, and the storm— And the cloud that took the form (When the rest of Heaven was blue) Of a demon in my view—
Prompt: Underneath the moonlit glow, we find, A symphony of love, our souls entwined. Your laughter, a melody, so kind, In your arms, a sanctuary, we unwind. Through the seasons, our love remains, A canvas painted with joy and gentle strains. Together we dance in life's sweet refrains, Our love, an eternal melody that sustains.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a vivid and introspective piece of art or writing with a focus on the theme of a female Scavenger Adventurer Loner Explorer, scissors, anemic, days of deliverance, and the mystical notion of entering through the sun. Encapsulate the journey of transformation and renewal, weaving a narrative or visual representation that explores the delicate interplay between vulnerability and the promise of brighter days.\"
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: create vivid image depicting Bible scripture Revelation 22 verses 12 through 13, Behold, I am coming soon, bringing my recompense with me, to repay each one for what he has done. 13 I am the Alpha and the Omega, the first and the last, the beginning and the end, in the style of Christian art, photo realistic, religious, biblical drama, emancicore, christcore
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: 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: Bathed in the golden hues of a benevolent sun, a female Scavenger, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer traversed the landscape, where perception painted every contour with hues of possibility. In the realm of days of deliverance, the scenery revealed its vibrant tapestry, though anemic shadows hinted at the delicate balance between light and the unseen.
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed
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: a vivid and introspective piece of art and landscape with a focus on the theme of a female Scavenger Adventurer Loner Explorer, perception, anemic, days of deliverance, and the mystical notion of entering through the sun. Encapsulate the journey of transformation and renewal, weaving a narrative or visual representation that explores the delicate interplay between vulnerability and the promise of brighter days.\\\"
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed
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: The sun of the full moon rises high,Casting a spell on the darkened sky.Its golden light and lunar grace,Enchanting all in its warm embrace.The magic of the sun of the full moon,Is a sight that will leave you swoon.As its rays of light reach down below,The world awakens with a radiant glow.The trees and flowers, they all dance,As the sun of the full moon takes its chance.To paint the world in hues of gold,And leave us breathless, young and old.The creatures of the night, they hide,As the sun of the full moon takes its pride.Its warmth and light a stark contrast,To the chill of the night that has passed.And so we bask in its celestial glow,As it brings forth a beauty we've yet to know.The magic of the sun of the full moon,A fleeting moment that will end too soon.But in that moment, we feel alive,As if we've been touched by the divine.The sun of the full moon, a sight to behold,A wondrous magic that will never grow old.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: A captivating sense of wonder and awe, standing in the foreboding as the world awaits an unknown threat, capturing the anticipation and suspenseful uneasiness preceding the looming and imminent disaster, as suggested by “Awaiting What Comeths”
Negative: low detail in depth field
Prompt: It's a place where fairies live，Fairy spirit，Inside consists of a lot of xiao'd fawns, birds, butterflies, and small squirrels .Summer solstice, scorching heat, golden sunshine, sultry heat, colorful summer flowers, melodious cicadas, blue sky, refreshing ponds, fiery sunset, golden fields, lush greenery, estilo caricatura, painted by Monet, 4K Full HD，A tranquil, misty forest with lots of beautiful small flowers, tall trees and tranquil rivers, shades of green and blue, Tyndall light, inspired by the work of Ivan Shishkin and Albert Bierstadt, with mid-range perspectives, natural light and soft brushstrokes, in an impressionist, headquarters, ultra-high-definition style,Bright brilliance, blooming flowers, small petals, highest quality, masterpiece, crystal clear crystal petals, dreamy flowers, round and delicate, vines wrapped around the fence, bright oblique soft light, noble and cold, dreamy, highest quality, 8K HD, high image quality, smooth and smooth, depth of field, Tyndall effect..
Negative: Large flowers
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: In twilight's tender, shifting hue, There walks a soul, both rare and true, Aeliana Aurora, her name held dear, Ethereal Observer, without peer.Her eyes, like opals in moonlight's gleam, Unveil the universe as in a dream, Behind iridescent sunglasses, they tell, Aeliana Aurora, where mysteries dwell.She's a guardian of secrets, a cosmic seer, Whispering to the heavens, stars draw near, Between this world and the cosmic ridge, Aeliana Aurora, her essence, a bridge.In her presence, time seems to slow, As constellations in her gaze aglow, With grace and wonder, she takes her flight, Aeliana Aurora, the bearer of light.A being of beauty, intrigue, and grace, A celestial muse in this boundless space, Aeliana Aurora, a legacy evermore, Ethereal Observer, that the stars adore.
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: It is a very beautiful painting, and this painting is made up of three colors. The ratio of the three colors is 6:3:1, and the colors present cold and warm contrasts and light and dark contrasts, as well as saturation contrasts, and the color matching is very soft, giving people a very comfortable visual feeling.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: \"In the heart of the tranquil farmland, surrounded by the soft symphony of swaying crops and the gentle caress of the breeze, she, a figure of quiet grace and keen intellect, stood with an unmistakable air of tranquility. The sun, in its descent, bathed the scene in warm, amber tones, casting long shadows that danced along the landscape. Her presence, marked by a certain understated elegance, seemed to blend seamlessly with the surroundings. A straw hat adorned with a delicate ribbon shielded her eyes from the sun, allowing only glimpses of her focused gaze. Cascading waves of chestnut hair framed a face illuminated by the warm hues of the setting sun, and her eyes, a shade of deep hazel, reflected both curiosity and determination. Attired in practical yet elegant clothing, she wore a weathered leather jacket over a faded denim shirt, hinting at a blend of adventure and practicality. A leather satchel, worn at the edges, hung by her side, a repository of tools and notes that spoke of countless explorations. In her hands, delicate yet strong, she cradled the rare mineral. Long, nimble fingers moved with a precision that bespoke a deep familiarity with the subject of her study. The nails, while bearing traces of earthy stains, showcased a hands-on approach to her endeavors. As her gaze delved into the intricate details of the mineral, the subtle lines on her face hinted at a history of exploration and discovery. The play of light and shadow accentuated the contours of her features, narrating a story of resilience and passion etched into the fabric of her being. In this tranquil moment, the farmland became a backdrop to a portrait of a woman deeply connected to both the earth beneath her feet and the rare wonders she cradled. Her presence, a fusion of grace, intellect, and an unyielding spirit, created a tableau that whispered tales of extraordinary endeavors in the midst of the ordinary.\"
Prompt: \"In the heart of the tranquil farmland, surrounded by the soft symphony of swaying crops and the gentle caress of the breeze, she, a figure of quiet grace and keen intellect, stood with an unmistakable air of tranquility. The sun, in its descent, bathed the scene in warm, amber tones, casting long shadows that danced along the landscape. Her presence, marked by a certain understated elegance, seemed to blend seamlessly with the surroundings. A straw hat adorned with a delicate ribbon shielded her eyes from the sun, allowing only glimpses of her focused gaze. Cascading waves of chestnut hair framed a face illuminated by the warm hues of the setting sun, and her eyes, a shade of deep hazel, reflected both curiosity and determination. Attired in practical yet elegant clothing, she wore a weathered leather jacket over a faded denim shirt, hinting at a blend of adventure and practicality. A leather satchel, worn at the edges, hung by her side, a repository of tools and notes that spoke of countless explorations. In her hands, delicate yet strong, she cradled the rare mineral. Long, nimble fingers moved with a precision that bespoke a deep familiarity with the subject of her study. The nails, while bearing traces of earthy stains, showcased a hands-on approach to her endeavors. As her gaze delved into the intricate details of the mineral, the subtle lines on her face hinted at a history of exploration and discovery. The play of light and shadow accentuated the contours of her features, narrating a story of resilience and passion etched into the fabric of her being. In this tranquil moment, the farmland became a backdrop to a portrait of a woman deeply connected to both the earth beneath her feet and the rare wonders she cradled. Her presence, a fusion of grace, intellect, and an unyielding spirit, created a tableau that whispered tales of extraordinary endeavors in the midst of the ordinary.\" 16:9
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: Can a relationship truly flourish without the nurturing touch of tenderness and the balm of compassion? The answer, my friends, is an unequivocal no.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: The Importance of Regular Backups : Data is backed up regularly in the virtual cloud, highlighting the importance of regular backups. Clean, delicate and clear image, fantastic colors, dynamic and exciting, rich in details, visual spectacle, creative composition, rich colors, delicate animation, dazzling image, visual feast, sharp eyes, professional cinematic lighting, cinematic universe crossing, cinematic sense, 8K, --ar 16:9 --q 5 -s 5 --gs 20 -fps 30 -motion 10 Translated with www.DeepL.com/Translator (free version)
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a vivid and introspective piece of landscape with a focus on the theme of a female Scavenger Adventurer Loner Explorer, perception, anemic, days of deliverance. Encapsulate the journey of transformation and renewal, weaving a narrative or visual representation that explores the delicate interplay between vulnerability and the promise of brighter days.
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: By watery carillons and will-o-wisping weirs dreams a demoiselle of her beloved’s return, bosomed bodiced in pastels laid lightly as leaf-shadows dancing by lantern-light upon liquid pages
Negative: nudity
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: and a lame flea from that shore of the sea, which a hare cannot fly over, an eagle cannot run across, even though the sea is not a sea, but just like a puddle in the middle of the city, where the shadow of a flea fell on the hare and killed him, and a sheepskin coat came out of the hare’s skin and went where the eyes look, and then the hare jumps
Prompt: Dances sunlight, carves pathways, weaves dreams, ignites fires, paints horizons, orchestrates mornings, sculpts silhouettes, harvests hope, captains adventures, spins tales, nurtures blooms, forges destinies, charts stars, kindles laughter, anchors tempests, composes symphonies, crafts wonders, pilots reveries, engineers bridges, blossoms fiercely.
Prompt: Exquisite at 18 Graceful elegance Luminous gaze Youthful radiance Moonlit charm Enchanting eyes Ethereal beauty Tranquil allure Shining youth Elegance in moonlight Radiant gaze Lunar luminosity Captivating charm Serene presence Youthful grace Illuminated eyes Elegant enchantment Clear winds and bright moon
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In the beginning God created the heavens and the earth. 2 Now the earth was formless and empty, darkness was over the surface of the deep, and the Spirit of God was hovering over the waters. 3 And God said, “Let there be light,” and there was light. 4 God saw that the light was good, and he separated the light from the darkness. 5 God called the light “day,” and the darkness he called “night.” And there was evening, and there was morning—the first day. 6 And God said, “Let there be a vault between the waters to separate water from water.”
Prompt: Constance de Chassegnac/Edouard de Chassegnac/Arlette (la bonne) /Louis(le frère de Constance)/Lise (l'amie de Constance) /Mme Dulac (mère de Lise) /Victor Dumissel(l'huissier) Paul(employé efféminée de Constance)/Lucien(le concierge),Tu peux rajouter le chien... '' Beaux frisé du Chambort '' Les rôles principaux... Constance et Arlette. Juste que Édouard (jacky) ne doit pas être chauve puisqu'il porte une moumoute.... Peut être la difference de taille entre le couple Nadia petite et Jacky très grand cela peut être interressant à montrer.....Louis est un baroudeur.... Lise exentrique.... La mamie a une canne, le concierge a un tablier, Arlette est sans gêne et porte une tenue colorée, l'huissier est très classique je vois bien un noeud de papillon et enfin Paul porte une chemuse rose il est légèrement efféminé.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Bathed in the warm glow of the sun, a female female Scavenger Adventurer Loner Explorer entered the landscape where perception painted the surroundings with hues of introspection, and the days of deliverance unfolded like a tranquil symphony. Yet, beneath the beauty, an anemic stillness whispered a subtle reminder of the delicate balance within this enchanting realm.
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Bathed in the warm glow of the sun, a female explorer entered the landscape where perception painted the surroundings with hues of introspection, and the days of deliverance unfolded like a tranquil symphony. Yet, beneath the beauty, an anemic stillness whispered a subtle reminder of the delicate balance within this enchanting realm.
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: most handsome young prince, dark skin, green eyes, attractive beard, long dreadlocks hair, medieval, extremely attractive, professional eyes design, magnificent islander black royal clothing, beach castle in the background, purple sunset, stary sky
Negative: ugly, unattractive, uncreative, morbid, deformed, low resolution, poor details, old, kid
Style: Digital Art
