Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune, the notes hanging in the air like memories refusing to fade. The old man took a slow sip, feeling the burn slide down his throat. He glanced at the clock above the bar — its ticking echoed in the quiet of the room. A woman entered, the doorbell chiming softly. She had the look of someone who had seen her share of storms but had weathered them all. The old man's eyes met hers, and for a moment, time stood still. She approached the bar, the worn wooden stools creaking under her weight. The bartender nodded in recognition, pouring her a drink without a word. She took the glass in her hands, the amber liquid reflecting in her eyes. \"Long time,\" she said, her voice carrying the weight of years gone by. The old man nodded, a silent acknowledgment of a shared history. They spoke in fragments, words hanging in the air, heavy with unspoken truths. The jukebox changed its tune, the music now a slow dance of shadows on the walls. Outside, the rain began to fall, a soft patter on the windowpane. The old man and the woman sat in silence, listening to the rhythm of the storm. The whiskey warmed them, and the room held the secrets of a thousand stories. As the night deepened, they paid their tabs and rose from their stools. The doorbell chimed again as they stepped into the wet streets. The rain soaked through their clothes, but they walked together, side by side, the echoes of their footsteps mingling with the fading notes of the jukebox behind them. In the quiet of the night, they disappeared into the mist, two figures in the vastness of the city, carrying the weight of their shared history into the darkness.
Prompt: The old man sat alone at the worn-out bar, nursing his whiskey in the dim glow of the hanging bulbs. The air was thick with the smell of stale smoke and the murmur of distant conversations. The bartender, a heavyset man with a face marked by years of hard living, wiped a glass with a rag that had seen better days. The old man's eyes, weathered and tired, stared into the depths of his drink. His hands, calloused and worn, traced the rim of the glass absentmindedly. He wore a faded hat pulled low, casting a shadow over his lined face. In the corner, a jukebox played a melancholic tune,
Prompt: As the man stepped into the tavern, the lighting transformed from the neon-lit streets to a dim, cozy interior. Warm, golden hues bathed the wooden furniture, casting gentle shadows across the room. The ambiance exuded a relaxed, subdued feel, a stark departure from the vibrant city outside. The visual style shifted to a more intimate setting, focusing on the man sitting at the bar. The camera framed him against the backdrop of the tavern, emphasizing his contemplative demeanor amidst the murmurs of conversation and clinking glasses. The scene's proportion accentuated his isolation within the bustling establishment, underscoring his introspective mood. He ordered a drink and, with a quiet sigh, immersed himself in deep thought. The lighting, a blend of warm tones and soft shadows, created an aura of secrecy around him, enhancing the sense of mystery that enveloped this unassuming man amidst the rustic charm of the tavern. seed:4069322568
Prompt: As the man stepped into the tavern, the lighting transformed from the neon-lit streets to a dim, cozy interior. Warm, golden hues bathed the wooden furniture, casting gentle shadows across the room. The ambiance exuded a relaxed, subdued feel, a stark departure from the vibrant city outside. The visual style shifted to a more intimate setting, focusing on the man sitting at the bar. The camera framed him against the backdrop of the tavern, emphasizing his contemplative demeanor amidst the murmurs of conversation and clinking glasses. The scene's proportion accentuated his isolation within the bustling establishment, underscoring his introspective mood. He ordered a drink and, with a quiet sigh, immersed himself in deep thought. The lighting, a blend of warm tones and soft shadows, created an aura of secrecy around him, enhancing the sense of mystery that enveloped this unassuming man amidst the rustic charm of the tavern. -seed 4069322568
Prompt: /The homeless man, a figure clad in worn-out, faded attire, his clothes bearing the wrinkles of hardship and stains of mud. His beard is disheveled and unkempt, a stark contrast to the profound fatigue emanating from his weary eyes. Once sparkling, the light in his eyes has now dulled and fallen silent, seemingly lost in the passage of time. His facial features are gaunt, his skin weathered and tanned, revealing the traces of prolonged wandering in the elements. The burdened frame conveys a wearisome heaviness, with each step accompanied by a slight tremor, as if bearing the weight of life's hardships. Between his dirty fingertips, he holds a burnt-out cigarette butt, and wisps of smoke rise, diffusing an intangible sense of regret into the air. His receding hairline and disheveled, frizzy hair no longer exhibit the neatness and luster they once might have. Despite the visibly exhausted exterior, a resilient and survivalist spirit is discernible on his fatigued face. The homeless man's appearance exudes a sense of helplessness and loneliness, as if life has abandoned him, leaving behind a lost soul adrift on the fringes of the world. antient babylon style
Prompt: At night time, blurred dark background, beautiful black shiny sports Lamborghini getting washed with water hose, parked in driveway of a beautiful single family house
Style: Photographic
Prompt: maximum realism - emerald tree absolute beauty luxury class.HD, 3D photorealism wow magically made with love
Prompt: There was an old man named John, who lived in a world that moved rapidly around him. His beautiful memories took him back to the days of his youth, when he had a dream and smiling hopes.
Prompt: Masterpiece, best quality, (very detailed CG unified 8k wallpaper), (best quality), (best illustration), (best shadow), glowing sprites, with glowing Chinese dragons, drinking water in swimming pools, natural elements in forest themes. Mysterious forest, beautiful forest, nature, surrounded by flowers, exquisite leaves and branches surrounded by fireflies (natural elements), (jungle theme), (leaves), (branches), (fireflies), (particle effects) and other 3D, octane rendering, ray tracing, ultra detailed
Prompt: Logotype lion dance, combining market elements, black and white logo, illustration style, simplicity and modernity, minimalist lines
Prompt: At the end of the bridge, a sad boy sat alone, holding a bottle of wine in his hand. The night was getting darker, and he looked particularly lonely under the street lamp. There was deep sadness in his eyes, as if he was recalling some unbearable past event. He took a gentle sip of the wine, and the bitter taste seemed to echo the pain in his heart. Everything around seemed so quiet, only the occasional passing vehicle broke the tranquility.
Prompt: One day, he walked into a coffee shop hidden in a busy street, hoping to find some solace in the tranquility.
Prompt: Within the hallowed halls of a time-worn library, ancient books with weathered spines line towering shelves that seem to reach the heavens. Dim candlelight flickers, casting a warm glow on dusty manuscripts and forgotten knowledge. The scent of aged parchment lingers in the air, and the silence is broken only by the occasional creak of wooden floors. The scene exudes a sense of wisdom and the timeless allure of knowledge hidden within the pages of history.
Prompt: As time passed, Alice walked into another store and saw a strange man standing in the corner. His eyes emitted an evil light that made Alice feel uneasy. The man approached her and offered a mysterious item under extremely harsh conditions. Alice couldn't believe her ears. She firmly refused the deal, but the man didn't seem to be giving up.
Prompt: A conversation was a dance of dark secrets and ominous promises, leaving a man with an eerie sense of foreboding that would haunt him long after the encounter ended.
Prompt: This night went well for me, I escaped from that woman's window just in time. Of course I would have told the husband that I was just keeping his lady company while he was busy spending his time in the town tavern. But I don't think he would have thanked me for my service to his better half. I always prefer women with whom I can agree on a price. This is why they know me as Shadow, the Prince of Thieves and Brothels
Prompt: The desolate cabin stood as a forgotten relic in the heart of the ancient forest, its timeworn façade a testament to the mysteries it held within. Braving the eerie silence, I stepped into the dimly lit room, where a lone candle flickered, casting unsettling shadows that seemed to dance in anticipation. My gaze was drawn to a mirror tucked away in the corner, a neglected relic concealed by layers of dust. As I wiped it clean, the glass revealed a reflection that defied the laws of nature. My features contorted into a grotesque, malevolent grin that seemed to ripple with an otherworldly energy. Panic set in as I attempted to break free from the mirror's sinister grasp, but the reflection held me captive, mocking me in the dim candlelight. The room itself seemed to respond to the unholy presence. The air grew thick with an unnatural tension, and the temperature plummeted as though the very essence of the cabin recoiled from the malevolence that had been unleashed. Shadows twisted and warped, and the walls seemed to pulsate with an unseen heartbeat. Just as I considered fleeing, the candle extinguished with a spectral gust of wind. The cabin plunged into an abyssal darkness, leaving me vulnerable to the sinister forces at play. In the oppressive blackness, the distorted laughter echoed, each chilling note resonating with a cacophony of malevolent voices. Fumbling for my phone, I sought the comfort of light, but it remained stubbornly inert. The air constricted around me as an icy breath whispered through the void, \"You shouldn't have disturbed me.\" With a disorienting jolt, the cabin's reality shifted. Walls twisted and contorted, and I stumbled forward into a nightmarish abyss. The malicious laughter intensified, a symphony of malevolence that clawed at my sanity. The unseen force played with my senses, weaving tales of ancient curses and forgotten sins. In the suffocating darkness, I realized I was ensnared in a realm between worlds, trapped in a malevolent dimension that fed on the fear it instilled. The mirror, now a pulsating gateway, radiated an ominous energy. The malevolent grin in the reflection began to morph into something more grotesque. Its features twisted and elongated, revealing a monstrous visage that seemed to materialize from the very fabric of the shadows. As the mirror's surface shattered, a guttural wail echoed through the void, and the grotesque entity emerged into the cabin. It was a nightmarish amalgamation of shifting shadows and contorted limbs, its form ever-changing and impossible to comprehend. Eyes gleamed with an unholy light, and serrated tendrils extended towards me, reaching from the depths of its formless existence. I felt a paralyzing fear as the eldritch entity closed in, its presence overwhelming and suffocating. The darkness itself seemed to cling to its monstrous form, and the very air pulsed with malevolence. In the final moments, the grotesque entity enveloped me, and I became one with the shadows, lost to the eldritch horrors that lurked within the accursed cabin. The once-silent forest absorbed the echoes of my demise, concealing its malevolent secrets until the next unsuspecting soul would awaken its dormant terrors.
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist wafted over the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned a desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of pages turning echoed in the silent night. The entire scene was enveloped in a mysterious atmosphere. On the ancient window, a vague face seemed to be reflected, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mysterious elements in this imagery convey the eerie ambiance of the story.
Prompt: In a tranquil town frozen in a moment of serene simplicity, a small cafe stands frozen in time. The soft glow of antique lamps spills onto the cobblestone street, casting a warm embrace over the scene. Outside, an elderly couple shares a quiet moment at a wrought-iron table, hands clasped and gazes locked. The man, with silver hair and crinkles around his eyes, sits across from his lifelong companion. His weathered hand cradles a cup of steaming coffee, a gesture of familiarity and comfort. The woman, her smile etched with the passage of countless seasons, sips from her own cup, their eyes reflecting shared laughter and shared sorrows On the table, a single red rose stands in a slender vase, a symbol of enduring love. The air is filled with the aroma of freshly baked pastries, a testament to the countless mornings spent in this quiet corner of the world, savoring the simple joys of life together. As if caught in a delicate pause, the scene exudes an air of romance and sincerity. It is a moment frozen in the amber of nostalgia, where the ordinary becomes extraordinary, and love, in its purest form, radiates from the quietude of shared silences and the gentle touch of intertwined hands
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, alex russell flint, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, alex russell flint, botero, naoto hattor, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes on a porcine head darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, alex russell flint, botero, naoto hattori, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)
Prompt: Amidst this scene stands a mature figure, perhaps an elder from the village or a reflection of one's former self, reminiscing about days gone by. Their demeanor is reflective and composed, filled with nostalgic remembrance and contemplation, with eyes that bear the weight of years and the depth of life experiences. The visual style adopts warm tones, tinged with a hint of nostalgia, reminiscent of the gentle touch of passing years. Sunlight filters through the leaves, bathing the figure in a comforting warmth, evoking a sense of tranquility and peace. Lighting effects are soft and warm, imparting a feeling of coziness akin to cherished memories. Perhaps a gentle breeze rustles the leaves, causing dappled patterns of light to dance upon the ground, painting an image of the tender embrace of passing time. The entire scene resembles a nostalgic painting, capturing the quiet contemplation and wistfulness that comes with the passage of time. The character's personality serves as the heart of this tableau, carrying the imprints of time and fragments of cherished memories.
Prompt: The mage was a leprous spectacle, his body pitted with sores and boils, his robes tattered and stained with blood. His eyes, though once sharp and keen, were now filmy and rheumy, and his hair, once black and glossy, hung in greasy tangles around his face. His voice, when he spoke, was hoarse and rasping, seeming to emerge from the depths of his broken body. Yet, despite his afflictions, there was an undeniable power about him, a sense of ancient magic and knowledge that radiated from his very being. It was as if his sickness had become his strength, each sore and scar a testament to the toll that centuries of arcane study had taken on his flesh. To be in his presence was to feel the weight of his history and the depth of his power, and to know that he was no mere mortal man, but a mage beyond understanding. ((headshot:2.0), rodney matthews, neil blevins, gerald brom, Tjalf Sparnaay, Joshua Miels, Liu Bolin, Henrik Aarrestad Uldalen)
Prompt: lonely elderly gentleman, faded plaid scarf, tired eyes filled with memories, sipping black coffee by the window, evening shadows flickering across wrinkled hands, captured by rafael albuquerque, moody atmosphere, film noir cinematography, warm vintage tones, intricate details from a life well lived, 16K masterpiece of solitude and reflection.
Prompt: In a small town, a shy musician found an old book in a shop. This book, unusual in its condition, was said to hold magic within its worn pages. With curiosity driving him, this musician took it to his attic, curious about its validity. As dusk fell, a soft glow radiated from its cover, enchanting him. His hands shook as he flipped through its aging papers. A world of music and color sprang forth, swirling around him in a wondrous display. Entranced, his timid chords soon morphed into a symphony that brought joy to all who heard it. And so, a solitary musician found a way to paint a world in sound, thanks to a mystical book that found its way into his hands.
Prompt: close up shot of an iridescent egg laying on the ground of the enchanted forest,
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: The Buddha statue faces the camera, and a devout believer kneels in front of the Buddha, with his back to the camera, his eyes closed, and his hands holding rosary beads. Illuminated with a soft, devotional light, it captures the essence of unwavering devotion and rhythmic chanting of the Great Compassion Mantra. pixar disney style
Negative: deformed, ugly, mutilated, disfigured, text, extra limbs, face cut, head cut, extra fingers, extra arms, poorly drawn face, mutation, bad proportions, cropped head, malformed limbs, mutated hands, fused fingers, long neck
Style: Anime
Prompt: He walked on the street in the rainy night, his clothes were soaked, and the cold wind was biting. He didn't know where he was going, nor where he came from. He only knew that he had lost everything, his home, his lover, his dream. He felt like a walking dead, without a goal, without hope, without meaning.He looked up at the sky, only to see dark clouds, without a trace of starlight. He looked down at the street lamp, only to see the light was dim, flickering. He felt like that street lamp, about to go out, about to disappear. He couldn't help but think of her, she used to be his light, his warmth, his everything. But she had left him, forever.He didn't know how long he could walk, nor how long he could live. He only knew that he had nothing to lose, his life had no value. He was just waiting, waiting for that moment to come, that moment, he could reunite with her, that moment, he could end it all.
Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.
Prompt: Disheveled hair, sweaty, smiling, drunken, and With a torn shirt, singing, the jug in hand Narcissus loudly laments, on his lips, alas, alas! Last night at midnight, came and sat right by my bed-stand Brought his head next to my ears, with a sad song Said, O my old lover, you are still in dreamland The lover who drinks this nocturnal brew Infidel, if not worships the wine's command Go away O hermit, fault not the drunk Our Divine gift from the day that God made sea and land Whatever He poured for us in our cup, we just drank If it was a cheap wine or heavenly brand The smile on the cup's face and Beloved's hair strand Break many who may repent, just as Hafiz falsely planned.
Prompt: Four walls, a refuge moulded by her character, shaped by her restless mind, toned by her relentless fervour. A sharp scent of incense welcomed the guest, embosoming him in opulent fumes that caressed his eyelids, naturally drawing thoughts and focus on resting upon the pillowed bed propped against the wall, on the opposite end of the room from the entrance. Four additional pillows, decorated with warm red and orange oriental patterns, seemed to burst out from the deep blue wall behind them, advancing even further the proposal of dozing away in a kaleidoscopic dream. Above the bulky bed (the size of which appeared even larger, in the minuscule room), a chromatic dance of red shades decorated the cobalt tinted wall: a wide number of psychedelic posters, adorned with writings and evocative images, depicted the spirituality that characterised her, and outlined the desire for exotic travels that she has been preserving deep within her mind for many years. A timid, bluish, pale light peeped from a window to his left, and it almost instantly blended with the diffuse lighting that was flooding the room, coming from the numerous festive lights tingling and hanging from the ceiling, fixed from wall to wall and around the window. Slightly to the left of it, a night table held her computer and, behind it, stood an enigmatic little jewel box embellished with an exotic bas relief. Almost concealed, lying on the floor under the bedside stand, a pile of books and magazines served as emergency provisions for her thirst of knowledge. A hazy rock’n’roll song about mermaids, echoing directly from the sixties, came from an unidentified source, hinting to the musical spiced taste she enjoyed.
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio, tim burton)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton, breathtaking, vivid, uhd)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity. (jarek kubicki, santiago caruso, richard corben)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, henry asencio, tim burton)
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.
Prompt: The corpulent banker slumped in his armchair, his bulging belly straining against the buttons of his bespoke suit. He exuded a noxious fume of greed, corruption and entitlement that filled the boardroom like a noxious gas. His piggish eyes darted around the room, seeking out potential marks for his next swindle. He was the very embodiment of capitalist excess, a grotesque caricature of a man who had lost all sense of decency and morality in his blind pursuit of profit. His hands, soft and bloated, were stained with the blood of the working class, while his insatiable appetite for power and influence left a trail of destruction in his wake. He was a monster, a modern-day Caligula, and he reveled in his own depravity.(caricature, grotesque, stephen gammell, mark ryden, gerald scarfe, gerald brom, ian miller, alex russell flint, henry asencio, tim burton)
Prompt: oldman drunk drinking at a bar called methadone skies, vintage sci-fi art, Jim burned, Emperor Harkon
Prompt: an enigma of a man, sitting on stool bar, head down, cigar on right hand, tattoos on halfbody, steaming hot, dense and tense air, a bartender serving him a glass of water, other customers looking at him in curiosity, gloomy mood, inside the bar there are few wooden windows, outside is at dawn, a mist of rain pouring, some dust from a horse passing by filled the air
Prompt: an enigma of a man, sitting on stool bar, head down, cigar on right hand, tattoos on halfbody, steaming hot, dense and tense air, a bartender serving him a glass of water, other customers looking at him in curiosity, gloomy mood, inside the bar there are few wooden windows, outside is at dawn, a mist of rain pouring, some dust from a horse passing by filled the air
