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: 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: 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: Within these halls I dare to stand, cuz from behind I feel a hand, it grips me tight with all its might, I'll try to run I cannot fight, it's holding strong sure and fast, struck with fear will I last ,dawn is breaking I see the light please let loose and end this night
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Within these halls I dare to stand, cuz from behind I feel a hand, it grips me tight with all its might, I'll try to run I cannot fight, it's holding strong sure and fast, struck with fear will I last ,dawn is breaking I see the light please let loose and end this night
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: 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: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I wanna be your slave, I wanna be your master, I wanna make your heartbeat run like rollercoasters, I wanna be a good boy, I wanna be a gangster, Cause you could be the beauty and I could be the monster, I love you since this morning, not just for aesthetics, I wanna touch your body, so fucking electric, I know you're scared of me, you say that I'm too eccentric
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: dream prompt:In shadows cast by moon's soft light,A girl stands, lost in the lonely night.Heartbroken whispers, a silent cry,A piece of her heart lost, a tear-stained sky.Alone she wanders through the echoing gloom,A ghost of love, consumed by the tomb.No solace found in words so sweet,For in her shattered heart, pain's cruel defeat.No one comprehends the depth of her despair,Echoes of laughter, a love once so rare.Yet, they speak of healing, of time's gentle mend,But she knows her heart's wound won't easily transcend.In the quiet corners where her tears often flow,She mourns a love that ceased to grow.No warmth in assurances, no comfort in the day,For the love she lost will forever hold its sway.So she walks through the shadows, her spirit torn,A lonely symphony of a heart forlorn.In the silence, she bears the weight of the cost,A girl undone, with a heart forever lost.wings appearing from her back, holding a heart in her hand , blood dripping from the heart.
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: In solitude I wander.... Through the vast enchanted forest The surrounding skies are one Torn apart by the phenomenon of lightning Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders In the rain my tears are forever lost The darkened oaks are my only shelter Red leaves are blown by the wind An ebony raven now catches my eye Sitting in calmness Before spreading his black wings Reaching for the skies by odd Nerdrum, Beksinski, Michael Whelan
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Oh, no, I seeA spider web is tangled up with meAnd I lost my headAnd thought of all the stupid things I'd saidOh, no, what's this?A spider web and I'm caught in the middleSo I turned to runAnd thought of all the stupid things I'd doneAnd I, I never meant to cause you troubleAnd I, I never meant to do you wrongAnd I, well, if I ever caused you troubleAnd oh, no, I never meant to do you harmOh, no, I seeA spider web, and it's me in the middleSo I twist and turnBut here am I in my little bubbleSinging that I never meant to cause you troubleI never meant to do you wrongAnd I, well, if I ever caused you troubleOh, no, I never meant to do you harmThey spun a web for me,
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In solitude I wander, Through the vast enchanted forest The surrounding skies are one Torn apart by the phenomenon of lightning Rain is pouring down my (now) shivering shoulders In the rain my tears are forever lost The darkened oaks are my only shelter Red leaves are blown by the wind An ebony raven now catches my eye Sitting in calmness Before spreading his black wings Reaching for the skies In this forest Where wolves cry their agony unto the moon My spirit is hidden In the form of wisdom carved on a black stone The only way to follow
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: 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: 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: I kinda hope there's something wrong with me I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be) I pray to god it's not normal Crying on the floor I don't wanna do this anymore
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I kinda hope there's something wrong with me I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be) I pray to god it's not normal Crying on the floor I don't wanna do this anymore
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I kinda hope there's something wrong with me I kind hope this isn't how it's supposed to be (Supposed to be) I pray to god it's not normal Crying on the floor I don't wanna do this anymore
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a peacock is carved on a rock wall, ancient style, looks menacing, the peacock's tail has a lot of details. we see the wall that is carved on from right across format: art work photo
Prompt: Holding on to broken dreams:1.3 transcending time by fickle means:1.5 patterned worms with yellow veins:0.5 shattered souls of misty gas:1.5 sublimated frosty faces drifting through a turbulent sky:1.8 disembodied and broken crowns faithfully return into the ground:1.3 turning left four times brings us back to where it began:1.1 withered petals turning red:1.8 in the style of fantasy displaced reality:1.5
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: When you try your best, but you don't succeedWhen you get what you want, but not what you needWhen you feel so tired, but you can't sleepStuck in reverseAnd the tears come streaming down your faceWhen you lose something you can't replaceWhen you love someone, but it goes to wasteCould it be worse?Lights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youAnd high up above or down belowWhen you're too in love to let it goBut if you never try, you'll never knowJust what you're worthLights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix youTears stream down your faceWhen you lose something you cannot replaceTears stream down your faceAnd ITears stream down your faceI promise you, I'll learn from my mistakesTears stream down your faceAnd ILights will guide you homeAnd ignite your bonesAnd I will try to fix you
Style: Anime
Prompt: As night falls and mist thickens, incorporate the unsettling presence of the broken, creepy humanoid robot in the traveler's journey. Describe the flickering lights emanating from its fractured shell, casting eerie reflections in the mist. Explore the silence interrupted only by the traveler's footsteps and the distant hum of malfunctioning machinery.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In a timeless and ethereal landscape that seamlessly merges traditional Chinese aesthetics with a touch of the surreal, envision a stunning woman adorned in the elegance of Tang dynasty attire. The air is filled with a soft, golden glow, casting a warm ambiance on the scene. This beautiful woman, her attire adorned with intricate embroidery and flowing sleeves, stands gracefully in a mythical realm. She is surrounded by an otherworldly grove where willow trees, their branches adorned with cascading silk ribbons that dance in an invisible breeze, stand in silent splendor. The ground beneath her feet is a mosaic of vibrant colors, each tile representing the tapestry of Chinese culture and history. Small, glowing orbs hover around, emitting a soft radiance that highlights the details of her ornate Tang costume. The focal point of this enchanting tableau is the majestic willow tree rooted in the surreal soil. The woman, with a determined yet serene expression, delicately places her hands on the trunk, channeling a harmonious connection with the mystical energy of the land. The roots of the willow tree respond to her touch, entwining with her fingers as if engaged in an ancient dance. As she gently pulls the willow tree from the ground, it unfurls like a scroll, revealing not only its roots but also the rich tapestry of Chinese history and stories within. Small, ethereal figures representing mythological characters and historical events emerge, adding a layer of narrative to the unfolding scene. The delicate balance between reality and fantasy is beautifully expressed as the roots transform into silk threads that weave through the air, connecting the past with the present. The overall atmosphere is one of reverence, where the act of uprooting the willow becomes a metaphor for unearthing the cultural heritage embedded in the land. As Midjourney's artificial intelligence interprets this prompt, anticipate a mesmerizing and evocative image that captures the essence of this surreal moment, where history, nature, and the ethereal converge in a tapestry of beauty and storytelling.
Style: Photographic
Prompt: Amidst the ethereal glow of lights out, a female Scavenger, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer embarked on a mysterious journey, guided by the faint luminescence that danced around ancient gates. The air hung with anticipation as she ventured into the unknown, each step resonating with the echoes of an enigmatic passage.
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Amidst the ethereal glow of lights out, a female Scavenger, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer embarked on a mysterious journey, guided by the faint luminescence that danced around ancient gates. The air hung with anticipation as she ventured into the unknown, each step resonating with the echoes of an enigmatic passage.
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed, tiling, poorly drawn hands, poorly drawn face, extra limbs, body out of frame, bad anatomy, cut off, underexposed, overexposed, bad art, beginner, amateur, distorted face
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Amidst the ethereal glow of lights out, a female Scavenger, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer embarked on a mysterious journey, guided by the faint luminescence that danced around ancient gates. The air hung with anticipation as she ventured into the unknown, each step resonating with the echoes of an enigmatic passage.
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed,
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Amidst the ethereal glow of lights out, a female Scavenger, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer embarked on a mysterious journey, guided by the faint luminescence that danced around ancient gates. The air hung with anticipation as she ventured into the unknown, each step resonating with the echoes of an enigmatic passage.
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Amidst the ethereal glow of lights out, a female Scavenger, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer embarked on a mysterious journey, guided by the faint luminescence that danced around ancient gates. The air hung with anticipation as she ventured into the unknown, each step resonating with the echoes of an enigmatic passage.
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: There's a magical place with enchanted trees secrets hide within their leaves, tiny faeries fly around quietly moving without a sound, glowing patches of cosmic grass light the way for those who pass, it's a balanced ecosystem in this magic place where spirits come and go without a trace, iridescent ferns with glitter leaves tiny mice the size of rice, in this place you feel bliss the world around you will not miss
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: I feel a thump and here I am in the darkness where life began.Warm and wet there's not much room within the walls of mother's womb.What's that sound I feel a beat I can't wait til the day we meet.
Negative: loli, child,NSFW
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Amidst the ethereal glow of lights out, a lone female Scavenger, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer embarked on a mysterious journey, guided by the faint luminescence that danced around ancient gates. The air hung with anticipation as she ventured into the unknown, each step resonating with the echoes of an enigmatic passage.
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed,
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Amidst the ethereal glow of lights out, a lone female Scavenger, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer embarked on a mysterious journey, guided by the faint luminescence that danced around ancient gates. The air hung with anticipation as she ventured into the unknown, each step resonating with the echoes of an enigmatic passage.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Amidst the ethereal glow of lights out, a lone female Scavenger, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer embarked on a mysterious journey, guided by the faint luminescence that danced around ancient gates. The air hung with anticipation as she ventured into the unknown, each step resonating with the echoes of an enigmatic passage.
Negative: ugly, disfigured, deformed, duplicate characters
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: In that case, imagine an image of a darkened room with a solitary game developer at a computer, surrounded by screens displaying intense and visually captivating games. The atmosphere should evoke a sense of manipulation, with shadows and eerie lighting accentuating the developer's intense focus on crafting an addictive, Skinner Box-style gaming experience. Perhaps include subtle elements like puppet strings or a reflection of the developer's face on the screens, hinting at a self-centered motive behind the game creation. This image aims to emphasize the darker side of some game developers who prioritize addictiveness over player empowerment.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: If you're a coder, artist, marketer, publisher or anyone else of skill where you see an opportunity to help make the below projects become a reality, then I'd love to work with you too. I don't care about IP or ownership - it's only important that the game gets properly done with proper care and that it will bring about permanent financial freedom to everyone involved that made it a reality.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Introduce a solitary wanderer navigating through the remnants of civilization, shrouded in mist and darkness. Describe their weathered appearance, and delve into the emotions evoked by the traveler's exploration of a forgotten gas station, where every step is guided by the dim glow of a flickering flashlight.kness.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: Holding on to broken dreams:0.5 transcending time by fickle means:0.8 patterned worms with yellow veins:1.8 shattered souls of misty gas:1.5 sublimated frosty faces drifting through a turbulent sky:1.8 disembodied and broken crowns faithfully return into the ground:1.3 turning left four times brings us back to where it began:0.5 withered petals turning red:1.5 in the style of fantasy displaced reality:1.8
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: Each evening, shortly after sunset,darkness covers the land.Having mystified thinkers for millennia,the mechanism for this occurrencehas now been identified: migration.Darkness, it has been found, is composedof an almost infinite number of particles,which roost and reproduce up northwhere they have fewer natural enemies:Forest fires, lampposts, lasers, blazing sunlight,torches, candles, lighthouses, limelight, and electricityare relatively rare in the polar regions.
Negative: blurry
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: 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: envision a funny scene, a ghost on her bare back suddenly spinning only her head facing the camera with a cringe smile, her body facing the other way, her sharp and dirty teeth can be seen, she's wrapped in a dirty Pontianak kebarung inside of deep of the jungle with a very dim lit jungle, perfect balance of low and high lit, eerie scene, scary, the weather is cold and foggy, pouring rain, deep dark night, very low vision, wet floor, hyperealism, ultra realistic photography
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: 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
