3 months ago Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master. ElectricL 0 28
3 months ago Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse. ElectricL 3 51
3 months ago woman, (chiaroscuro:1.2) modelshoot style, (extremely detailed CG unity 8k wallpaper), full shot body photo women, professional majestic oil painting by Ed Blinkey, Atey Ghailan, Studio Ghibli, by Jeremy Mann, Greg Manchess, Antonio Moro, trending on ArtStation, trending on CGSociety, Intricate, High Detail, Sharp focus, dramatic, photorealistic painting art by midjourney and greg rutkowski<hyperrealistic repin artstation painting, detailed character design concept art, matte painting, ElectricL 3 120
3 months ago Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master. ElectricL 0 27
3 months ago Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master. ElectricL 0 25
3 months ago Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master. ElectricL 0 25
3 months ago Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master. ElectricL 0 29
3 months ago Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more. ElectricL 0 21
3 months ago En man vars själ är större än hans yttre, stor blå måne i bakrunden. e spöken som flyger runt månen, mannen är rädd och ser en stor figur ElectricL 0 24
3 months ago En man vars själ är större än hans yttre, stor blå måne i bakrunden. e spöken som flyger runt månen, mannen är rädd och ser en stor figur ElectricL 0 13
3 months ago an outline of a woman that has a halo and wings,, in a dimly lit room in a soft yellow-orange light make her wings long,majestic, her hair long and luscious, make her pose majestically ElectricL 0 38
3 months ago A radiant, sensual Arabian enchantress (1.8) reclines gracefully atop layers of velvet cushions and patterned silks in a lavish desert pavilion. Her bronze skin glows in the dim amber candlelight, and sheer fabrics cling to her voluptuous curves (1.6), revealing more than they conceal. Gold bangles coil around her wrists and ankles, and delicate filigree chains drape across her bare hips (1.5), catching the soft flicker of the torchlight. A monstrous shadow demon, its form ever-shifting like living smoke, lurks within the abyss. Its large, crooked grin glows faintly, stretched wide with eerie amusement, reminiscent of the Cheshire Cat, but far more sinister. Twin orange eyes burn like molten embers, piercing through the darkness, radiating pure malice. It moves within the shadows, slithering unseen through the night, feeding on fear, greed, and the darkest desires of those who dwell in the void. Tonight, however, it does not feast—it fights. Before it, the divine light pierces through the darkness, burning away its form like flame licking through parchment. The forces of light—radiant celestial beings, armored warriors of divine energy—stand firm, their glowing weapons carving through the swirling black mist that shapes the demon’s body. Golden rays of holy power clash against tendrils of shadow, forming a battlefield suspended between dimensions, where the war of purity and corruption wages endlessly. ElectricL 0 79
3 months ago Glorious pride lifts you high into crimson skies. Eyes can't see light of reality, less than God more than man; with your pride conquer all ElectricL 1 20
3 months ago Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master. ElectricL 1 29
3 months ago Perfectly Human A lifetime of wishing doesn’t make it so, for this painting of yours doesn’t capture me. Yes, I am perfectly human, flawed with what only the God-like lack. So let me cast promises aside and stand tall. Look not to me for inspiration but let yourself be captivated by emotions endless, offering themselves as a forever changing muse. ElectricL 3 34
3 months ago Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master. ElectricL 0 25
3 months ago ("the moon eats its lovers":1.4) // rain that doesn’t fall // bones growing from orchard roots // unseasonal frost kissing summer’s skin // masterpiece, 8k, cinematic, surreal ritual haze ElectricL 1 28
3 months ago "Carbon Beneath the Divine":1.45), cinematic portrait of a beautiful Indian woman with warm umber skin and glowing amber-yellow eyes // delicate, precise fissures along her cheekbone, temple, and collarbone expose the subtle inner layer: tightly woven, matte-black carbon fiber with a diagonal checker pattern — identical to aerospace or racecar composite // the texture glints faintly in light, sharp and clean, set just beneath translucent skin as if the body is healing over machinery // her expression is serene and timeless, surrounded by drifting strands of hair in soft motion blur high realism, 85mm lens depth, carbon fiber weave visible beneath skin (2x2 twill pattern), no scales, no armor, flat material logic, cinematic portrait, volumetric light, 8k, no symmetry, no distortion ElectricL 0 38
3 months ago Once more the silence speaks to me, unforgiving and harsh like daggers of truth through what's real. Once I begged to be spared, but heaven lies beyond the gate of lies and through it I must walk. Once love flowed over me and pain could not be felt, when tears kissed away by lips oh so soft comfort gave. Once every breath loves ally until hatred killed her smile and dimmed her eyes. Once, I loved, no more. ElectricL 1 40
3 months ago Portrait of a young (shyly:0.8) (smiling:0.8) woman with flowing long (messy:1.1) blonde hair that (cover:1.3) eyes covered by hair, (volumetric:1.1) (chiaroscuro:1.2) lighting, analog color film photograph, 50mm F1.2L lens (shallow:1.2) depth of field, close-up, emotions, sensual pose, high dynamic range, HDR, low key, subsurface scattering, (moody:0.9) shadows and (complex:1.1) lighting. (Green:0.8) radiant eyes, RAW photography. <lora:OpenJourney-LORA> ElectricL 1 46
3 months ago They come and they go, layer upon layer, hiding what lies beneath. I wonder sometimes, will they withstand the rain of truth, or will the colour of lies shine through? I am no angel, no ideal man, nothing great but still happy. Since lie is truth, tainted is pure, should I abandon all hope? Should I question my ideas, dreams and above all my love? No, never back down on what's been said. My ideas may not be great, but they are mine alone. My dreams for others seem tiny and pale, but they kept my head high. My love no one understands, throughout my life it will keep me warm. A simple man, that is all I am. , ElectricL 2 21
3 months ago half (naked:1.6), woman wearing sheer robe Oriental style,dark flowing cape with intricate Middle Eastern patterns (1.4), dynamic pose with one foot forward, body slightly angled, cape billowing in the wind. Starlit Arabian night, narrow dark alley bathed in soft moonlight (1.5), streets lined with old Arabian architecture (1.5) â intricate arches, ornate stone walls with faint Arabic patterns (1.4). Volumetric haze and ambient fog (1.5) illuminated by stars and dimly lit brass lanterns (1.3) hanging from buildings, dusty cobblestone ground reflecting the warm lantern glow. cape with hints of gold embroidery (1.2), adding a mystical, exotic aura. Golden threads visible under soft starlight, with subtle designs inspired by 17th-century Arabian armor, powerful and graceful stance, glowing eyes piercing through haze, calm and resolute. Cinematic ambiance: volumetric smoke (1.6) from a nearby brazier, moonlight, and soft lantern glow (1.4), intricate Arabic architecture (1.5), arches and detailed carvings forming a striking background. ElectricL 2 96
3 months ago ("the moon eats its lovers":1.4) // rain that doesn’t fall // bones growing from orchard roots // unseasonal frost kissing summer’s skin // masterpiece, 8k, cinematic, surreal ritual haze ElectricL 0 29
3 months ago (Fine art photography:1.5, Cinematic portrait:1.4, Intimate close-up:1.4, High-resolution 8K:1.5, Soft natural lighting:1.3, Warm skin tones:1.3, Sharp details:1.5, Shallow depth of field:1.3, Freckles enhancement:1.3, Dreamlike atmosphere:1.2) A strikingly freckled woman with flowing auburn hair, lying on soft white sheets in a dimly lit bedroom. Her piercing green eyes lock onto the viewer with an intensity that is both vulnerable and powerful. The soft glow of window light gently kisses her skin, accentuating the delicate contours of her face, the texture of her freckles, and the curve of her lips. Her arms are wrapped around her legs, drawing them close to her chest in a protective yet sensual pose. The warmth of her body contrasts with the cool tones of the background, creating a beautiful juxtaposition between warmth and isolation. Loose strands of coppery hair cascade onto the sheets, forming intricate, natural patterns that add depth and movement to the composition. The bokeh-rich background fades into soft shadows, enhancing the sense of intimacy and personal connection. Her skin glows naturally, tiny beads of moisture visible on her collarbones, giving the impression of a warm summer evening or a moment caught between sleep and waking. Her expression is soft yet piercing, inviting the viewer into a moment of quiet introspection. The setting is minimalist yet atmospheric, with subtle grain and soft highlights reminiscent of classic film photography. There is an unmistakable sense of presence and emotion, where every detail—from the way her fingers graze her skin to the diffused lighting spilling in through an unseen window—feels deliberate, artistic, and timeless., ElectricL 5 190
