Prompt: You'll take my life but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand there's no turning back. The Bugle sounds and the charge begins But on this battlefield no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses breath As I plunge on into certain death. The horse he sweats with fear we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall. We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near yet so far away We won't live to fight another day. We get so close near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below. And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear I draw my parting groan.
Prompt: Depict the tragic and poignant scene of the warrior Tone, lifeless on the battlefield. The environment is somber and the air is thick with the aftermath of combat. Tone lies on the ground, his body still, with a peaceful expression that belies the violence of his final moments. His armor is marred with scorch marks and damage from the fierce confrontation. Around him, the detritus of the battle—shattered technology and the remnants of fallen adversaries—paints a picture of his last stand. The lighting is dim, perhaps the eerie calm of a battlefield at dusk, casting long shadows and highlighting the solemnity of Tone's ultimate sacrifice. Despite the stillness of his form, there's a lingering sense of heroism and determination that marked his final moments.
Prompt: Facing them alone, Napoleon fearlessly challenged, 'If anyone wants to kill your General, your Emperor, here I am.' Loyalty shifted instantly. 8k
Prompt: You walk this earth without a heart You tear the innocent's souls apart You shovel your conscience into the grave You walk this earth without a heart Your uniform couldn't be taken off A tattoo burned into your flesh Your mind, your voice These are your instruments of death How could you dare to be so bold You only did as you were told Marionettes dancing in time To the apologetic lines For all the monsters of our time Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find A city of souls dying for peace Welcome to the belly of the beast One mind, one voice Welcome to the belly of the beast Who hears your voice? Millions, never, never again Madness, never, never again Martyrs, dead that can't die Monsters Insanity, the normal state The left hand a hammer, the right the stake Driven so deep into the heart It's killing love, it's killing faith It's killing 'cause it's from the heart What better way to demoralize When your own children are your spies The things you trust are not the same Trust in death, trust in grief Trust in hope is trust in pain Who is evil, who is blind? In the name of who you'll find You're not supposed to question faith But how do you accept this fate? Millions, you walk this earth without a heart Madness, tear the innocent's souls apart Martyrs, shovel your conscience into the grave Monsters
Prompt: In the morning we will line up our entire army with weapons in hand and with a firm determination to go to the end. They will see it in the eyes of our soldiers. This, I think, will not only scare them, but also make them think. While they are negotiating, one of us will go to negotiations with a white flag.
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: An epic battle between a light brigade and undead horde, misty moor, multitude of volleys erupting, cavalry charge amid towering inferno, burnt umber sky, heroes engulfed in divine glow, glistening armor, billowing banners, valiant steeds rearing, skirmishes all around, desperate last stand, ghosts howling in the mists, sanguine textures, gloomy oil painted ambiance, masterfully rendered intense highlights and shadows, by Maciej Kuciara
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: wake up from your nightmare of death and devastation, hold your breath for i fear, the oath has just begun not end, survival lies in my hands
Prompt: I'm treading water, I need to sleep a while. My lamb and martyr, you look so precious. Won't you come a bit closer, close enough so I can smell you. I need you to feel this, I can't stand to burn too long. Released in this sodomy. For one sweet moment I am whole.
Prompt: Soldiers, loaded with weapons and draped in war uniforms, deploy on the front. Their faces bear the gravity of the mission, their footsteps resonate on land marked by conflict. Heavy weapons and tactical equipment highlight the intense nature of the situation. The landscape resonates with the din of battle, the skies are darkened by the smoke of conflict. Every look, every gesture, carries the weight of duty and responsibility. It is a scene where the reality of war is manifested in the solemn presence of the soldiers and the heavy equipment that accompanies their mission.
Prompt: 2d cartoon characters, full body head and legs, full view, RoboCop, silver armor, standing next to a future police car, halo, glow, midnight, moon, paving sidewalk, against the background street Old Detroit city, cartoon scenes, sci-fi, dynamic action pose, dnd character, Marvel Comics style, 80s, animated TV series, dark light , dark color, high detailed background, high detail, best quality, by Jack Kirby, Boris Vallejo, Giger, Frank Mille
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, anime, superman, ironman, star wars, batman, edged weapon
Style: Comic Book
Prompt: You leave the town walled far and wide For mist-veiled land by riverside. I feel on parting sad and drear, For both of us are strangers here. If you have friends who know your heart, Distance cannot keep you apart. At crossroads where we bid adieu, Do not shed tears as women do!
Prompt: colorful dreamtime mural of (midnight voices of the machine elves, Gods becoming toys), thick earth paint and fractal brushstrokes, psychedelic abstract art, manual pattern painting
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: We are legion. The time of our return is coming. Our numbers will darken the sky of every world. You cannot escape your doom.
Prompt: After the ancient mythological battle, the scene is one of both awe and devastation. The earth trembles and the sky crackles with residual energy from the epic clash of gods and mythical creatures. The landscape is scarred by the remnants of powerful spells and divine weapons, and the air is heavy with the lingering scent of magic and power. The survivors, both mortal and immortal, roam the battlefield in disbelief, witnessing the aftermath of the cataclysmic conflict that has reshaped the world. The ruins of ancient temples and the scattered remnants of celestial beings serve as haunting reminders of the price paid in the war between gods and titans.
Prompt: Feeling fully prepared, the warrior decides to use the incantation and enter the hidden entrance. Taking a deep breath, you stand before the entrance, ensuring you are ready to face the mischievous sprites. The warrior carefully sprinkles the powder into the air and then begins to chant the spell taught by the old elf in a soft voice. As your voice grows louder, the powder begins to shimmer and drift towards the entrance. Suddenly, you hear a burst of giggles and laughter. A group of sprites flies out from the entrance, seemingly affected by your spell. Their movements slow down, and eventually, they all collapse to the ground, entering a deep slumber. Seizing this opportunity, the warrior quickly passes through the entrance, ready to locate the magical box and complete the mission.
Prompt: An chaotic man of a wild west staring at a field of shadowy souls around him, His face smiling with a psychotic evil grin as he was the one who killed them all. His long hair and short beard is silver and unkept just like his scarred face. His trusty coat nd hat ragged as no one who sees him lives to speak the tales of the gravedigger, and so he sits alone on His trusty coffin, smoking, drinking the devils whiskey and watching the souls around him before he burries them all.
Negative: fused fingers, skeletal face, skeletons, comfortable mood, warm smile, pleasing smile, good mood, friendly
Prompt: If I run, endless wolves will hunt to devour me. You were laughing in my face so sourly, hiding cowardice behind a fake smile that you tend to change hourly.
Prompt: Create an image that captures the heart-wrenching moment of the fallen hero, Tone, lying dead on the battlefield. The scene is steeped in the gloom of loss, with Tone's body at the center, motionless and draped in the tattered remnants of his once-proud armor. His face, in the repose of death, should reflect the tranquility that contrasts with the chaos of battle that claimed his life. The ground around him is littered with the ruins of combat, evidencing the ferocity of the fight he waged to his last breath. A subdued light casts a somber tone over the scene, highlighting the fallen warrior's eternal stillness. This image should evoke a profound sense of drama, underscoring the tragedy of a hero's end on the cold ground of an alien planet.
Prompt: 🎶 If I run, endless wolves will hunt to devour me. You were laughing in my face so sourly, hiding cowardice behind a fake smile that you tend to change hourly. 🎶
Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegrating into a thousand pieces, disappearing into small particles and turning into thin smokes in the air, the wind blows it away, sadness and sorrow, his body lays motionless on the wet swampy and soily floor, where the thunderstorm falls
Prompt: Through ruin and encroaching ash, bronzed figures stand eternal amid fallen citadels, their metaled flesh creaking hymns to ages past as new boots trod conquering over vanquished bones long smoothed by sighing sands.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegating into a thousand pieces, disappearing into small particles and turning into thin smokes in the air, the wind blows it away, sadness and sorrow, his body lays motionless on the wet swampy and soily floor, where the thunderstorm falls
Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegating into a thousand pieces, disappearing into small particles and turning into thin smokes in the air, the wind blows it away, sadness and sorrow, his body lays motionless on the wet swampy and soily floor, where the thunderstorm falls
Prompt: top a mountain clawed from the clouds, where the wind howls like a tormented beast, Sir Gareth, the Lionheart, stands defiant. His armor, once polished to blinding brilliance, is now dulled and scratched, bearing the scars of a hundred battles. Yet, within his helm, his eyes burn with an unyielding fire, reflecting the crimson dawn spilling over the jagged peaks. Beneath him, the world plummets away in a dizzying spiral of mist and storm-tossed valleys. Across the jagged crown of the mountain, a monstrous shadow stirs. Craggy, obsidian scales glint like malevolent stars in the dying moonlight. A colossal head, horned and adorned with razor-sharp teeth, rises from the swirling mist, its nostrils blasting plumes of flame that ignite the swirling snowdrifts. This is Ignis, the wyrm of winter, his every breath a harbinger of death and desolation. The ground trembles as he drags his immense bulk towards Gareth, the earth splitting under the thunderous crash of his taloned feet.
Prompt: I want to create a picture of the proverb with dogs barking and the convoy passes, to see a convoy of soldiers in khaki uniforms walking and behind them a pack of scary dogs barking, I want them to see the soldiers marching in a long line and behind them the dogs barking towards the soldiers, to see the soldiers and behind them the dogs barking, if possible the soldiers are With a blue Star of David and the dogs will have flags of France, the European Union, Canada, England painted on them
Prompt: After the ancient battle, the scene is one of destruction and desolation. The once bustling city lies in ruins, with smoke still rising from the remnants of buildings. The ground is littered with debris and the remains of fallen soldiers. The sky is dark and ominous, with the sound of distant cries and the smell of burning lingering in the air. The survivors wander the streets in a daze, mourning their losses and searching for any signs of hope amidst the devastation.
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: Soldiers of the time, loaded with weapons, converge towards the sea. Their heavy uniforms bear witness to the weight of war, their determined gazes fixed on the uncertain horizon. The sound of the waves accompanies their presence, a natural symphony that contrasts with the martial rigor. It is an evocative image where militarism confronts the vast expanse of the sea, symbolizing the duality between the power of weapons and the shifting tranquility of the ocean.
Prompt: A BAttle in World War 2, where Germany used Dark Magic to fight off the Allied Forces, many soldiers using firearms and magic, mythical creatures present and used as Shock troops, Style of Frank Frazetta
Prompt: a warrior falls down, loses in a fight, his body disintegrating into a thousand pieces, disappearing into small particles and turning into thin smokes in the air, the wind blows it away, sadness and sorrow, his body lays motionless on the wet swampy and soily floor, where the thunderstorm falls, dramatic effect, cinematic scene, breathtaking scene, unreal world,
Prompt: ：The atmosphere of battle between the two armies is strong, and the generals charge forward on horseback.
Prompt: I breathe in life, where shadows gently borrow,Exalting sorrows, in the dragon's marrow. I am the dragon, a tale to trace,In echoes of sorrow, I find my grace.Inhaling life's whispers, with flames that gleam,I am the dragon, in the river's dream.
Prompt: Deep does one delve amidst dens of depravity when duty drives one to defend the defenseless from villainous vipers in vigil. But any true trooper knows revolutions revel only in raising raised voices against tyranny wherever its toxic tang taints the land and peoples. Our enquiries exact small successes towards the fall of these foul fiends and filth forever.
Negative: nudity
Prompt: Deep does one delve amidst dens of depravity when duty drives one to defend the defenseless from villainous vipers in vigil. But any true trooper knows revolutions revel only in raising raised voices against tyranny wherever its toxic tang taints the land and peoples. Our enquiries exact small successes towards the fall of these foul fiends and filth forever.
Negative: nudity
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
Prompt: a world gripped by war, armored soldiers deployed on chaotic battlefields. The skies reflect the sinister glow of conflict. Terrified civilians flee, their looks betraying uncertainty, the streets echo with the tumult of refugees. The hasty footsteps, the muffled cries, the noise of the explosions form a discordant symphony. A boat on a turbulent watercourse represents the fragile hope of the fugitives. A scene imbued with palpable tension, where the quest for security becomes the common thread of a poignant plot.
Prompt: I've seen things you people wouldn't believe... Attack ships on fire off the shoulder of Orion... I watched C-beams glitter in the dark near the Tannhäuser Gate. All those moments will be lost in time, like tears in rain... Time to die.
