Prompt: The only other illumination was from a green-shaded lamp on the big glass-topped desk across the room, so that the Great Man was mostly in shadow, hands in the pockets of his crisply tailored suit jacket as he gazed broodingly out at the skyline.
Prompt: The only other illumination was from a green-shaded lamp on the big glass-topped desk across the room, so that the Great Man was mostly in shadow, hands in the pockets of his crisply tailored suit jacket as he gazed broodingly out at the skyline.
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: 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: The gentleman embraced the horizon with his elbows, his gaze stitching buttons to the clouds, wearing a hat made of sunset whispers and a coat woven with the laughter of ancient typewriters.
Prompt: That day, the sunset slowly disappeared on the horizon, and the stars twinkled one by one. Lily sat by the window waiting. Eddie saw the small lamp in the distance, and a strange feeling surged in his heart, as if he was attracted by a mysterious force.
Prompt: Prompt: Scene Description: Against the backdrop of the Tehran skyline, a powerful male figure emerges from the shadows, embodying the essence of Frank Miller's graphic novel style. This 50-year-old multi-millionaire is not just an influential figure in the criminal underworld, but also an oligarch with significant political influence. The towering skyscrapers and shimmering lights of Tehran create a juxtaposition of power and corruption. Modifiers: Dark, gritty, ominous, towering skyline, neon lights, smoky atmosphere, intense, dangerous, sophisticated Artist/Style Inspiration: Inspired by the works of Frank Miller, with a touch of Art Deco influence Technical Specifications: Incorporate Tehran skyline, high resolution, night scene, city lights reflection, dynamic composition, strong perspective, detailed architecture, moody atmosphere, --v 5 --q 2
Prompt: Title: Classic Rayquaza's Soaring Majesty Recommended aspect ratio: 4:3 Prompt: (Masterpiece artwork, official art style, high resolution: 1.2), presenting the iconic Rayquaza from the classic Pokémon series, meticulously rendered to stay true to its original design, (a magnificent emerald green scales that shimmer like precious jewels under the sun: 1.1), (an awe-inspiring serpentine body with dragon-like features, embodying immense power and speed: 1.1), a pair of piercing yellow eyes that glow with an otherworldly radiance: 1.1), (large, majestic wings spread wide for flight through the clouds: 1.1), (sharp, jagged fins running down its back and tail adding to its imposing presence: 1.1), depicted soaring high in the sky amidst a fierce storm or breaking through the clouds, surrounded by lightning bolts and atmospheric effects (dragon energy aura: 1.2). Set against a backdrop of celestial skies or turbulent weather patterns, this artwork boasts vivid, electrifying colors, capturing the essence of Rayquaza's dominance over the elements and its role as a Sky High Pokémon, as it locks onto the viewer with a regal, yet formidable gaze.
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: Characters stand in the opulent executive suite of the Tyrell Corporation, overlooking the sprawling cityscape. The panoramic view from the towering building offers a glimpse into a world of corporate power, with holographic projections accentuating the grandeur of the metropolis.
Prompt: In easy state upon this couch there sat a jolly Giant, glorious to see; who bore a glowing torch, in shape not unlike Plenty's horn, and held it up, high up, to shed its light on Scrooge as he came peeping round the door. The man was clothed in one simple deep green robe, or mantle, bordered with white fur. This garment hung so loosely on the figure, that its capacious breast was bare, as if disdaining to be warded or concealed by any artifice. Its feet, observable beneath the ample folds of the garment, were also bare; and on its head it wore no other covering than a holly wreath, set here and there with shining icicles. Its dark brown curls were long and free; free as its genial face, its sparkling eye, its open hand, its cheery voice, its unconstrained demeanour, and its joyful air. Girded round its middle was an antique scabbard; but no sword was in it, and the ancient sheath was eaten up with rust. Heaped up on the floor, to form a kind of throne, were turkeys, geese, game, poultry, brawn, great joints of meat, sucking-pigs, long wreaths of sausages, mince-pies, plum-puddings, barrels of oysters, red-hot chestnuts, cherry-cheeked apples, juicy oranges, luscious pears, immense twelfth-cakes, and seething bowls of punch, that made the chamber dim with their delicious steam
Prompt: In an extremely realistic manner, visualize a skyscraper in the heart of a metropolis, where only one floor of this majestic building glows with light. Through the illuminated window, the silhouettes of a woman and a man can be distinguished in the dimness of the urban night.
Prompt: [With a whispered realization of rebirth, the protagonist feels an unceasing surge of power within.] [He stands amidst the vastness of a vibrant landscape, understanding that this world offers a fresh start, devoid of the pain of the previous existence.] [His determined footsteps echo as he heads toward the distant city, a place of former dominion and impending revenge.] -ar 16:9 --seed 3402537896
Prompt: The man who thought he was wearing a suit sat quietly at the window with his legs crossed and looked out the window
Prompt: The man who thought he was wearing a suit sat quietly at the window with his legs crossed and looked out the window
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: 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: In a dystopian metropolis, a mysterious figure emerges, clad in an avant-garde suit that seamlessly merges technology and organic elements. Standing atop a decaying skyscraper, their lithe frame exudes both strength and vulnerability. Their eyes emit an ethereal glow, reflecting a mixture of determination and melancholy. The wind billows their cloak, which bears symbols of forgotten hope and faded dreams. Adorned with intricate machinery and futuristic gadgets, the enigmatic hero embodies the clash between progress and decay in a world plagued by rampant corruption and crime. The artist's hand expertly combines charcoal and aerosol techniques, creating a mesmerizing composition that accentuates the sharp architectural lines of the cityscape. The color palette, ranging from puce to aquamarine, evokes a sense of unease and mystery, while a touch of gold hints at the glimmers of hope that persist amidst the darkness. This hyperrealistic masterpiece, reminiscent of Zdzislaw Beksinski's haunting style, invites viewers to contemplate the complexities of society and the potential for redemption.
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Prompt: A mature and stable 30-year-old male, handsome face, not outstanding, perfect as a work of art, hey short hair, wearing a boundless frame, extraordinary aura, giving a strong sense of pressure, standing on a tall building overlooking the scenery outside, the scenery outside the window because of the fall of night dyed a layer of dark color, 32K, the best quality, masterpiece, super detail, High detail Makoto Shinkai
Prompt: Like every day the sun goes down and I wake up to experience a new night but this one is different after the events that led to the change of leadership of the capital's vampiric community. The Prince who governed the Praxis of the City chose voluntary exile... and after a long night the representation of the Camarilla passed into the hands of Badalamenti, a young woman of the Brujah clan. A woman who will undoubtedly bring innovation to the Eternal City, a sister who brings with her the resolve of years gone by when the mortal country was led by their leader who praised words like Nation, Identity and Strength but also to a war and a hatred for the different that had divided the country and pushed some to fight against it in a civil war. Curious that even in the mortal world a woman from the same culture will lead the country. This is what I read in the newspapers that Vera makes me find when I wake up every day. I see my True very happy after I gave her eternal life, an honor that she earned with all the nights spent by my side for many years, becoming my eyes, hand and mouth. During this time I tried to make her understand that we must never \"meddle\" in the affairs of mortals but rather use them, directing their actions, something I have always done since Rome dominated the known world. I hope that the night just passed was also useful in making it clear that our clan of Kings, which has become numerically the largest thanks to the union of all its members, will continue to advise and support the Prince's task. He also clarified that we Elders have our own deviant power from our thick blood and we don't need charges to prove it. We will always guide and supervise the Dominion alongside its representatives. I felt great joy in seeing my old friend Talea, at my side in various moments of the life of the City and of the entire vampiric community, before the Camarilla and the Sabbat were born. Sometimes I think about how it would have gone if I had followed the Brothers who lead the Sword of Cain. Maybe now that Talea has returned to enlighten us with her beauty and grace we will be able to meet these old friends remembering the times gone by and maintain peace in the city as we have kept watch for all these centuries. I cannot forget the big excited eyes of the young Narni, when I met her to tell her that even though she was embraced by the Elder of the Clan Nosferatu runs the blood of my family in its veins and that this is an indelible bond, so it always brings me and the whole family's support. Here comes Vera with a crystal glass where as usual she has mixed the blood of my family with some excellent Chianti wine, on the tray there is also a rose...\"which I called Talea\" like the one who made me understand the importance of \"beauty\", in fact, after your suggestion I decided to dedicate some of my land to the cultivation of roses of rare varieties... which make me very economically
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist filled the air outside the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned the desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of flipping pages echoed in the silent night. Handprints on the window were visible in the moonlight, resembling ghostly outlines. The notes of applause wafted through the classroom, transforming into a string of eerie blue lights that flickered in the air. Text above the image read in an ancient font: \"Ghostly Applause in the Moonlit Night School.\" The entire scene was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, with the ancient window seemingly reflecting a blurry face, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mystical elements in this cover convey the traditional Chinese ghostly theme and a sense of horror, arousing the reader's curiosity about supernatural tales.
Prompt: In the night classroom of the evening school, a thin mist filled the air outside the window. Moonlight penetrated through the glass, casting a pale glow on the classroom. A faintly lit candle adorned the desk, where an ancient book rested. The sound of flipping pages echoed in the silent night. Handprints on the window were visible in the moonlight, resembling ghostly outlines. The notes of applause wafted through the classroom, transforming into a string of eerie blue lights that flickered in the air. Text above the image read in an ancient font: \"Ghostly Applause in the Moonlit Night School.\" The entire scene was shrouded in a mysterious atmosphere, with the ancient window seemingly reflecting a blurry face, sending shivers down the spine. The deep hues and mystical elements in this cover convey the traditional Chinese ghostly theme and a sense of horror, arousing the reader's curiosity about supernatural tales.
Prompt: An enigmatic, yet whimsical hero perches atop a skyscraper, overlooking a vibrant cityscape below. Sporting an unconventional suit adorned with playful, curvilinear designs, this youthful character embodies the spirit of quixotic adventure and boundless imagination. Their form-fitting attire accentuates their lithe frame, while their eyes sparkle with mischievous determination. A cape, painted with a riot of colors in a wildstyle graffiti fashion, dances in the wind, adding an element of kinetic energy to the scene. The hero's body is embellished with cutting-edge gadgets crafted from a medley of unconventional materials, showcasing their resourcefulness and creativity. The artist's oil painting technique creates a rich texture, with thick bold lines and outlines that give the composition a sense of whimsy and vibrancy. The palette, ranging from cerise to mauve, bursts with energy, evoking a playful and optimistic atmosphere. This minimalist yet breathtaking artwork, reminiscent of Camille Rose Garcia's style, celebrates the power of imagination and the joy of embracing one's unique abilities to make a difference in the world.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: There the thick darkness argues with the water; Or the sun's rays shine, Leaning through the thick air towards us; Or the tops of the fat mountains are burning; Or the zephyr stopped blowing into the sea, And smooth waves hit the air.
Prompt: The young man looked back and found a figure more than two meters tall standing in the distance, quietly under the streetlights now, Christopher Gans movie style
Prompt: The soldier watched on from the hilltop, his eyes flickering with a mixture of fear and excitement as the city lay in ruins before him. The deafening sounds of destruction and chaos filled his ears, each explosion setting off a chain reaction in his mind. He couldn't help but feel a sense of satisfaction in witnessing the downfall of yet another symbol of oppressive authority, as the city turned to rubble beneath his feet. The smoldering remnants of buildings and the acrid stench of smoke were a reminder of the inherent flaws in the capitalist system, and the futility of any effort to maintain law and order. As he took in the scene before him, the soldier couldn't help but think that there was a certain beauty in the destruction - a beauty born out of the flames of rebellion, anarchy, and revolution. (alex andreev, emanuele dascanio, ilya kuvshinov)
Prompt: Certainly. In \"The Little Match Girl,\" the gentleman cuts a striking figure in a sleek black suit with a refined demeanor. He sports a gentleman's hat that complements his attire. The grand hall around him gleams in shades of gold, exuding opulence amidst the wintry night outside. His noble yet warm presence contrasts starkly with the cold, invoking a sense of deep empathy within the little match girl.
Prompt: In a room scene, people are lying in bed, and there is a desk lamp on the bedside table. The uniqueness of this desk lamp is like a central control system. When it is turned on, the aurora shines everywhere in the room, which brings romance to the moment when the lights are turned on in a dark room, so that people who can't see the real aurora can also lie in bed, as if they are there. The shape of this product is simple and compact.
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: steampunk goth hardcore raven anthropomorphic creature with wings, with real feel texture feathers, Boondock Saints style, dark emocore, hardcorecore, metal, incredible abstract, deep feeling, steampunkcore ultimate clockworkcore, shriek
Negative: blurry, dim, badly lit, mutations, matte
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: it's night time the stars twinkle, Einstein sits at his office desk, s lamp on the desk the light is on
Prompt: The tall and handsome CEO, wearing this decent formal suit, leaned on the black luxury car and waited for his companions, which also attracted many girls to watch.
Prompt: As the sun dipped below the horizon, the Joker emerged from the shadows, his twisted grin illuminated by the faint glow of the city lights. A DSLR captured the enigmatic figure with a prime lens, emphasizing every detail of his chaotic persona. The resulting digital image exuded an air of mystery, with a high realism level bringing the Joker's manic laughter to life in a dark and dramatic portrayal. The low key lighting added depth to the scene, casting eerie shadows that underscored the character's enigmatic nature. The 16:9 aspect ratio perfectly framed the Joker, creating a wallpaper that embodied the darkness and allure of the iconic character.
Prompt: As the sun dipped below the horizon, the Joker emerged from the shadows, his twisted grin illuminated by the faint glow of the city lights. A DSLR captured the enigmatic figure with a prime lens, emphasizing every detail of his chaotic persona. The resulting digital image exuded an air of mystery, with a high realism level bringing the Joker's manic laughter to life in a dark and dramatic portrayal. The low key lighting added depth to the scene, casting eerie shadows that underscored the character's enigmatic nature. The 16:9 aspect ratio perfectly framed the Joker, creating a wallpaper that embodied the darkness and allure of the iconic character.
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)
Style: Photographic
