Prompt: The cavalcade quickly closed the distance, and the mercenary commander jumped off his horse, which had not yet stopped, to approach me. Too revealing, but it made the right impression on some. Meanwhile, the rest of the squad members managed to dismount and also got down on one knee. Everyone was waiting for my decision. Kneeling down, he pulled out a sword and held it out to me with outstretched arms. - Please accept my service and my squad.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The cavalcade quickly closed the distance, and the mercenary commander jumped off his horse, which had not yet stopped, to approach me. Too revealing, but it made the right impression on some.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: There were ten of them. But, if you think about it, in fact, only two people were people: their leader and the old magician. The rest were representatives of other races that inhabited this world. The head of this small detachment was a middle-aged man. His entire appearance clearly spoke of his strength: shining armor, a sharply sharpened sword, runes that at times flashed on his shield and blade - all this created the image of a “hero,” as they now began to call him. It looked somewhat false and somehow strange, especially after what the man and his squad had to go through to get to this place. The rest were not so interesting and rather came with it. And, to be honest, they looked rather faded compared to the hero. They all looked at the man sitting on a terrifying-looking throne. Despite all the stories and rumors about the demon lord, he did not look like a monster. On the throne sat a very young man, whose dark short hair was in complete disarray, and whose regular, aristocratic facial features and light blue eyes caused only bewilderment. Everyone imagined him a little differently. It was strange to associate this man with their main enemy, but the situation indicated that they were not mistaken.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Visualize a tropical lagoon at dusk, where bioluminescent organisms in the water create a soft, otherworldly glow, and the palm trees along the shore cast long, mysterious shadows under the fading light of the day
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Blonde girl wearing sexy black leather jacket on the streets of Los Angeles, 8k
Style: Photographic
Prompt: In ancient times, when kings fought wars,There was a lady, beautiful and without equal,Whose magic performed great deeds,A divine power beyond the mortal world.The Virgin Lady of Ivory, pure and chaste,With blood and tears, her magic intertwined,And all who came to her marvelled,For kingdoms rose and fell to the sound of her singing.Her beauty was a jewel to behold,Her grace and power, something to be worshipped,Those who knelt before her,Her presence was to be treasured forever.With just one word, she made the heavens split,And all the world heard her call,For in her magic was the power to reinvent,She made the greatest nations crumble.So let's sing the glories of the Ivory Virgin,Of the Great Magic she brings with her,For in her presence, thrones rise and fall,And the world becomes grander and more inimical.In her blood and tears, magic was embedded,A divine grace, beyond human comprehension,And all who saw their beauty bowed down,They bowed, lords, servants, all, in her sovereign presence.
Style: Fantasy 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: The knights and lords of the time, fascinated by the promise of wealth and power, strove to control this living treasure. They coveted the harvest of the fruits of the Benerubus to strengthen their kingdom and their influence. However, as time passed, strange events began to occur.
Style: Fantasy 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 will 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, Uncle Chernomor is with them. High detail..
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: The swordsmen managed to kill one monster and seriously wound the second, but the last one turned out to be the most agile and somehow managed to dodge, and then even hit one of the brothers with its spiked tail. It’s good that he managed to substitute his sword and the main force of the attack fell on him, throwing the man aside and taking him out of the fight for a while
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: a huge hall in which only a few rays of sunlight dispelled the darkness, but because of this it seemed even gloomier. The statues on the sides stood like guards, standing guard of honor. Grotesque monsters seemed to be gloomily watching the violators of their peace. They were made so skillfully and realistically that at first one could mistake them for living people, but the magicians quickly dealt with this obsession. After that, everyone took a breath of relief - no one would want to clash with these creatures. And even if the sight of the statues was terrifying, it’s scary to imagine what would have happened if they were really alive.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: a huge hall in which only a few rays of sunlight dispelled the darkness, but because of this it seemed even gloomier. The statues on the sides stood like guards, standing guard of honor. Grotesque monsters seemed to be gloomily watching the violators of their peace. They were made so skillfully and realistically that at first one could mistake them for living people, but the magicians quickly dealt with this obsession. After that, everyone took a breath of relief - no one would want to clash with these creatures. And even if the sight of the statues was terrifying, it’s scary to imagine what would have happened if they were really alive.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: painting of a godly woman of purple skin, wearing a white long heavenly dress being prayed by commoners, religious, classical, detailed, vivid, urban, scenes, by fra angelico , the woman has purple skin and is in a flying saucer
Negative: normal
Prompt: Generate a captivating and immersive medieval dark fantasy artwork with a grainy texture. Highlight ominous castles shrouded in mist, eerie forests with twisted trees, and mysterious figures cloaked in shadows. Enhance the atmosphere with subdued lighting, emphasizing the mystique and otherworldly elements of the scene.
Negative: ugly, blurry, tiling, blended together, deformed, unclear, not grainy, light, happy, logical.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: This character, draped in the fashion-forward ethereal armor, embarks on the epic quest to... wait for it... \"cross the river of time and space\" – groundbreaking, really. Apparently, weak hours have enemies, and fear not, our protagonist is here to bravely slice through the existential threats with the subtlety of a temporal sledgehammer.
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer fought for scraps, for survival, for dominance. The city was a graveyard, a deconstructing destruction of civilization. The only living beings were the scavengers, the strangers, the hellions. They were the of the dead, the remnants of humanity. They had no hope, no mercy, no future. Serene, Cyberparadism, low angle, Unreal Engine rendering
Style: Fantasy 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: Disaster struck as orcs, a relentless force from the North, descended upon a once-thriving city. The invaders, armed with brutal pragmatism, laid waste to everything in their path. The clash of weapons and the acrid scent of burning buildings mingled with an otherworldly energy, as if the very air resonated with the dark magic that fueled the orcs' onslaught. The once-bustling streets transformed into a battleground, with the flicker of enchanted flames casting an eerie glow on the chaos. As the orcs advanced, their brutal efficiency clashed with the city's ordinary structures, creating a scene where the mundane and the magical collided in a harrowing dance of destruction. The aftermath left the city scarred, its essence forever altered by the brutal incursion of the marauding horde.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Bikini dieselpunk Girl, Most sexy 23 year old red headed Woman, dieselpunk Bikini, wet body, Ultra sexy, sexy pose, beautiful and hot, hot pose, sweat, low cut,
Style: Neon Punk
Prompt: The nykur dwells in water; at the bottom, down in the depths, he has his lair; from here he often goes onto land and it is not good to meet him. Sometimes he is like a beautiful little horse which seems to be good and tame, and thus he lures people to draw near to him to pat him and stroke him along the back. But when they come to touch the tail, they become stuck fast to him, and then he releases no-one, but he drags them with him to the bottom of the water. Sometimes he encounters people in human form, as a handsome youth, to lure young women to himself, and promises them joy and gladness in his hall if they want to go along with him. But if they get a suspicion of who he is, when they are giving themselves away, such that they can call him by his true name — nykur — then he loses the power over them and must release them and go along into his waters. It is said that the nykur can equally well change itself into the form of all quadrupedal animals, except that he does not know how to create the horn-points of a ram or a male lamb on himself.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: monochrome silhouette of a model, minimalism, intricate details, negative space, water ink, ink water, ink cloud, loose painting style, black and white, Jarek Kubicki
Style: Cinematic
Prompt: Imagine an intense digital landscape where a lone player, armed with a formidable gun, navigates through a complex narrative. Within this virtual world, the player possesses the unrestrained power to shoot anyone, including pivotal NPCs crucial to the overarching story. Picture the game as a dynamic experience, weaving a tale that accommodates the unpredictable activation of a player-controlled \"kill-field,\" capable of randomly eliminating characters at the player's whim. The image encapsulates the essence of a morally unbounded gaming universe, challenging traditional narrative constraints. Visualize the potential chaos as players, driven by capricious motives, reshape the storyline by terminating canonically critical characters.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Loki, the mischievous deity of lies and deception in Norse mythology, also presided over fire, despite being born a giant.
Prompt: In the lavish expanse of the casino, elegant elves adorned in resplendent silks and intricate jewelry saunter gracefully among the crowd. Their ethereal features—graceful pointed ears, luminescent eyes, and flowing, iridescent garments—mesmerize alongside the goblins' charismatic presence. These goblins sport eccentric ensembles, their suits a riot of colors and patterns, each reflecting their individual flair. The elves' poise contrasts with the goblins' animated gestures and mischievous expressions, creating a vivid tableau of diverse personalities. Elven nobility, with their regal bearing and serene smiles, engage in games with an air of refined amusement, while the goblins' animated antics and spirited banter infuse an infectious energy into every roll of the dice. As the casino hums with excitement, the elves' subtle magic weaves through the air, adding a touch of enchantment to the games. The goblins' flair for cunning strategies and impromptu tricks adds a whimsical edge to the proceedings, making each interaction a delightful spectacle. This detailed and character-rich scene is brought to life in a digital painting by Rossdraws and Lois van Baarle, showcased on ArtStation. With meticulous attention to character intricacies, expressions, and attire, the artists capture the essence of each individual, ensuring that every glance, smile, or flicker of mischief is palpable within the vibrant, magical casino setting.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: cold kitchen, empty, with a drum washing machine on the floor, bright, HD, front view, 3D rendering, OC renderer,
Negative: clutter, lots of objects
Style: 3D Model
Prompt: As the malformed hordes of chaos swarm from the misty mountains, seeking only blood and ruin, the armies of men must stand in their defense and wage an epic, hyperrealistic battle at the mountain passes that will push the limits of flesh and spirit in its surreal and organic chaos.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: Hero using its own body to protect an ally. Dark colors.
Negative: no sphere, no moon, no magic background
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: When the moon turns blood red and the cries of wolves can be heard echoing throughout the land, a young woman must be sacrificed to appease the ancient god who lays dormant under your village. Otherwise, this being from a time before men will rise and decimate the world. You wake up in the middle of the night to find the villagers binding your hands and feet before dragging you out of your bed. You have been chosen as the next sacrifice. Although you beg for your life, the villagers ignore your pleas for mercy. You are carried to the pit, a chasm where, deep within, the beast resides. As you are held over the pit, with a void of pure darkness beneath you and sulfur permeating your nostrils, you realize that you will have but one chance to escape. You wrench your head to one side and whisper an incantation to a villager who is holding you. He places you gently on the ground and walks over to another villager to whisper the same spell into that villager's ear before walking into the pit. The second villager whispers into the ear of another villager, walks to the pit, and falls in as well. The pattern repeats over and over again as one by one the confused mob sacrifices themselves. Finally, you are by yourself, tied up on the edge of a pit with an angry ancient god digesting an unvirginal meal that he never wanted.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: k-pop girls group, 4 members, different hair style and color, different poses,full body,cinematic, 24 fps
Negative: low quality, cartoon, same face,anime,3D rendering
Prompt: Paranoia, a state of intense or irrational fear of persecution or threat, Distrust and suspicion ,Hypervigilance: Constantly on guard, Obsessive thoughts, Isolation and withdrawal: Fearing betrayal and persecution,
Prompt: he shouted that he saw small boats appearing in the sea, then I was even a little late with the signal. Milkh and I agreed that when the boats appeared, I would give him a signal by waving a burning torch, which I had specially wrapped in advance with the rags left over after the people dressed as guards. Everyone was alarmed and instantly prepared to do what I had told them to do before. My torch activated the people of Milch, and even here their screams and cries could be heard. The distance from the fire was quite large; it took us a long time to choose it, doubting that Nat would want to be distracted from the intended landing site
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: {\"prompt\":\"Create a detailed character reference sheet for William Ptunck, a man who has undergone a transformation into a horse-man hybrid. He stands tall and muscular, combining human athleticism with equine features. His upper body is that of a well-built man, with defined muscles and a strong chest. He wears a blue tank top that fits snugly, highlighting his physique. His face has morphed into that of a horse, with a proud muzzle, flared nostrils, and sharp, alert ears. His hair is a mane that starts dark at the roots and gradually lightens to a chestnut brown, flowing down his neck and back. His lower body transitions into that of a powerful horse, with muscular hindquarters covered in a smooth coat of the same chestnut color. He sports green pants that are modified to accommodate his horse form, with a tail protruding from the back. The pants are partially unzipped to reveal the beginnings of his horse features. His forearms are human, but his hands are starting to show signs of hoof-like changes. The reference sheet should include front, side, and back views, along with close-ups of his face, hands turning into hooves, and the tail. The mood is a mixture of strength and uncertainty, capturing the essence of his transformation.\",\"size\":\"1792x1024\"}
Style: Fantasy 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: Fantasy Art
Prompt: the sea suddenly Will flutter around Splashed in a noisy run And left it on the shore Thirty-three heroes; In scales, like the heat of grief, The knights walk in pairs, And, shining with gray hair, The guy is walking ahead And he leads them to the city...
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: An antagonist character. A young boy had to fight in a war because he wanted to provide for his family. Unfortunately, his mother has died when he was in the middle of the war -need a way that make sense that fits with that distribution-, which leaves his younger sister alone. He wanted to return home as fast as possible, but he was in the middle of the war. He was collapsing on the battlefield.
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: a female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer fought for scraps, for survival, for dominance. The city was a graveyard, a deconstructing destruction of civilization. The only living beings were the scavengers, the strangers, the hellions. They were the of the dead, the remnants of humanity. They had no hope, no mercy, no future. Serene, Cyberparadism, low angle, Unreal Engine rendering
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: a female Scavenger, Trespasser, Adventurer, Loner, Explorer fought for scraps, for survival, for dominance. The city was a graveyard, a deconstructing destruction of civilization. The only living beings were the scavengers, the strangers, the hellions. They were the of the dead, the remnants of humanity. They had no hope, no mercy, no future. Serene, Cyberparadism, low angle, Unreal Engine rendering
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: trance, mirage, dream, reverie, fantasy, illusion, vision, medieval style, full body, Medieval knight rides a horse, against the background of the medieval fortress standing on a hill, towers, gates, creek, clouds, halo, aura, game Overlord style, dark colors, colorful, dark light, detailed facial features, detailing, detailed background, quality, by Alex Ross Jack Kirby Fred Warter Frank Mille Boris Vallejo
Negative: low quality, low-grade, twins, ugly, duplicate, deformity, ugliness, morbid, mutilated, fused finger, missing arm, missing leg, extra finger, poorly drawn hand, poorly drawn face, deformed, bad proportion, cloned face, disfigured, extra limb, bad anatomy, gross proportion, malformed limb,extra legs, extra arms, identical positions, duplicates, repeats, ultra realistic, no expression, blurry, 3d, ugly face, low detail, empty background, out of crop, nsfw, nude, photorealism, photo
Style: Digital Art
Prompt: The armor shines at the gate, And stand in the eyes of the king Thirty-three heroes All the handsome men are young, Daring giants Everyone is equal, as if by selection, The guy is with them
Style: Fantasy Art
Prompt: In the realm of darkness, where shadows thrive,A world of magic reveals itself and never runs out.Known as the Hidden Lights, they are worthy of praiseTo be discovered with the utmost love.Their magic flickers with a brief spark,A luminous jewel within the dark tenebre.Your light may be soft, but it's attractive and bright,Guiding us through the darkness with great countenance.The Hidden Lights, they dance and play,Whirling with colour in a show that rhymes.Graceful and free, they move with elegance,A symphony of tones with a resonance that sways.Their stories are shrouded, their secrets unrevealed,As they wander through the night, bold and daring.Their magic hangs in the air,A power beyond compare.The Hidden Lights, they call us close,A sight that fills us with wonder and comfort.Their magic touches our soul,A feeling beyond any calamity that soothes.In the realm of darkness, where shadows rule,The Hidden Lights must always shine and rule.Their magic flickers with a gentle spark,A luminous pulse within the dark that saves.
Style: Fantasy Art
