ElectricL

1.5k

Followers

100

Following

Most used models

FLUX Stable Diffusion epiCPhotoGasm

Favorite AI tools

AUTOMATIC1111 DALL-E

A vast surreal desert landscape stretching infinitely, dotted with futuristic monoliths and abandoned retro-tech, drawn in precise lineart. Above, the sky mirrors the terrain perfectly, but with shifting seasonal layers—lush spring forests bloom upside-down in one quadrant, golden autumn meadows flicker in another. Floating satellites orbit between the mirrored sky and ground. The color palette is clean pastel tones, infused with dreamlike light. Wide-angle perspective, soft haze, minimalist but emotionally resonant — masterpiece, 8k, extremely detailed, mirrored seasons, Moebius lineart x Stålenhag tone.

1 58

Intricate Art Nouveau tableau in the style of Alphonse Mucha::1.6 A stylized couple connected from across the room by a glowing crimson heartstring::1.5 He embraces her from behind, their chests aligned, the heartstring a luminous ribbon pulsing with life::1.6 Her flowing auburn hair cascades in sinuous golden lines, his dark curls entwined with ornate floral and vine motifs::1.4 She wears a diaphanous jade-green gown, he dons a tailored midnight-blue coat with gilded embroidery::1.3 Background of swirling lilies, peacock feathers, and stained-glass window patterns::1.2 Dynamic diagonal composition with swirling drapery and geometric frames::1.4 Soft pastel palette of emerald, rose, and amber accented with gold-leaf highlights::1.3 Delicate linework and ornamental borders, volumetric light filtering through colored glass::1.3

0 16

Lakes that reflect nothing. A garden where hands bloom instead of flowers. // Statues hold their own heads, weeping silk. // The air smells like stories that were never told. // A staircase leads into the side of a crow. (emotional hallucination, post-temple trauma, slow motion decay, asymmetric architectural

1 34

Lakes that reflect nothing. A garden where hands bloom instead of flowers. // Statues hold their own heads, weeping silk. // The air smells like stories that were never told. // A staircase leads into the side of a crow. (emotional hallucination, post-temple trauma, slow motion decay, asymmetric architectural

1 37

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

0 32

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. 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.

0 27

("Wastelands: The Jade Collapse":1.4), a towering megalith of ancient concrete split by earthquakes and vines, shattered bridges hanging over mist-swallowed rice terraces, faded red banners flutter across cracked monsoon roads, high-altitude ruins draped in quiet fog, wild dogs roam under fallen sky-trams // east-asian ruin logic, deep DOF, full terrain visibility, planar lens only, cinematic haze, Wangjie Li realism ,

1 74

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.

1 37

Pride 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

0 18

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.

0 39

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.

0 25

: ("Dark Minds, Deep Wells":1.4), I dwell in the echo of minds that never stopped screaming // shadow blooms in my chest like cold flame // there is no direction here, only the soft pressure of regret // eyes do not see—they dissolve masterpiece, shadowcore surrealism, nonlinear face logic, flux-optimized dread sculpt, asymmetric posture, dream bleed

3 66

A man holding a sign that says "placeholder"

0 17

diaphanous ivory robe slipping off one shoulder::1.4 dramatic chiaroscuro with deep shadow enveloping half her form and a single candlelit god-ray grazing her face::1.6 oil on canvas in the style of Caravaggio::1.7 fine yet bold brushwork capturing glint on the camera lens, rich ochres and burnished umbers in the background::1.5

3 56

cinematic photograph, medium-format film aesthetic (1.6), high-end film photography (1.8), low-key photography (2.0), raw and unfiltered (1.9), visible grain (1.7), natural imperfections, detailed skin texture, subtle blemishes, realistic skin pores with a natural matte finish (2.0), dramatic highlights and shadows (2.0), fine art photography (1.8), inspired by Helmut Newton (1.9), petite French woman, 151 cm tall (1.9), slender hourglass figure (1.8), long dark messy hair flowing naturally to the small of her back (1.8), seated gracefully on a full-scale dark brown leather Chesterfield sofa, its iconic tufted leather design accentuated by the warm, golden light of a directional antique floor lamp (1.9), minimalist wall behind the sofa with neutral desaturated tones, avoiding yellow hues (1.7), large abstract art mounted above the sofa, subtle and proportional (1.7), illuminated by a single directional light source, the antique floor lamp positioned to the right of the subject (2.0), soft warm golden light casting volumetric beams through the textured air (1.9), dramatic sculptural shadows falling across her figure, the leather sofa, and the rustic hardwood floor (2.0), moody and intimate ambiance with shadowy corners fading into darkness (2.0), black sheer stockings, semi-transparent, clinging lightly to her thighs and calves, accentuating her figure (1.8), natural pubic hair explicitly visible, full and thick, 1980s-style, fully covering her genital area (2.0), pubic hair blending naturally with the lighting, realistic texture and density (2.0), confident yet relaxed seated posture with back straight and hands lightly resting on the sofa’s edge (1.8), cinematic sculptural light interplay between her skin, the sofa leather, and the hardwood floor textures (2.0), timeless fine art aesthetic (2.0), cinematic elegance with warm directional lighting (2.0), moody and intimate atmosphere (2.0).

3 150

A beautiful, ethereal feminine android howers a few meters in the air above a smoky battlefield at dusk s Her body is crafted from molten glass-like material, perfectly smooth and seamless, flowing like warm mercury under soft light. Her outer surface glows subtly, reflecting hues of iridescent pink, lavender, and amber, with gentle liquid movement across her curves. Beneath the surface, a faint golden lattice glows from within, like divine circuitry seen through water. Her form is elegant and non-mechanical—no armor, no plating, no cables or joints, just flowing, synthetic grace. A single soft amber-gold energy line runs up the outer sides of her legs, over her hips, along her arms and shoulders like a sacred trace. Her face is covered by a translucent golden visor, smooth and radiant, reflecting the light and sorrow of the battlefield. Draped over her figure is a sheer, weightless fabric, hovering gently with her motion, caught in the strong breeze of nearby flames. Above her head floats a painterly, radiant halo, glowing with divine brilliance—like sunlight diffused through amber glass. Around her, a broken battlefield is bathed in volumetric light from the setting sun behind her. Ash falls softly. Flowers bloom in the footprints she leaves. Her posture is serene and emotional, her gesture reverent—a divine vision bringing peace to the dying. Rendered in the style of an impressionist oil painting with renaissance lighting, soft brush texture, warm golden tones, and deep chiaroscuro contrast. A surreal mix of sacred myth and futuristic elegance.

0 40

A statuesque, nude woman (1.6) stands with quiet dominance in a sharply lit Parisian apartment. Her body is toned and curvaceous, clad only in glossy black stilettos (1.3) and a loose, open trench coat draped off her shoulders. One leg is slightly forward, hip cocked, exuding both elegance and power. In one hand, she holds a lit cigarette, the smoke rising in soft curls (1.2). Her face is stern, sensual, framed by slicked-back, wet-look hair, her lips painted a deep, commanding red. The atmosphere is steeped in voyeuristic tension, captured with a slightly low angle for dominance (1.2). Harsh, directional lighting creates deep shadows and angular highlights, revealing every curve and muscle with brutal clarity. Volumetric haze softens the background slightly, with neon glows bleeding in from a window across the room. The room is minimally decorated — polished floors, sharp furniture, large black-and-white fashion prints hanging behind her. The scene is raw yet luxurious, charged with a sense of forbidden glamour. Stylistic Additions: (Helmut Newton:1.6), cinematic grain (1.5), high ISO realism, analog Leica 35mm look, black and white or desaturated tones, hard flash lighting (1.3), chiaroscuro shadows (1.3), voyeuristic composition (1.4), fine art nude photography (1.5), volumetric haze and ambient dust.

15 1.4k

A statuesque, nude woman (1.6) stands with quiet dominance in a sharply lit Parisian apartment. Her body is toned and curvaceous, clad only in glossy black stilettos (1.3) and a loose, open trench coat draped off her shoulders. One leg is slightly forward, hip cocked, exuding both elegance and power. In one hand, she holds a lit cigarette, the smoke rising in soft curls (1.2). Her face is stern, sensual, framed by slicked-back, wet-look hair, her lips painted a deep, commanding red. The atmosphere is steeped in voyeuristic tension, captured with a slightly low angle for dominance (1.2). Harsh, directional lighting creates deep shadows and angular highlights, revealing every curve and muscle with brutal clarity. Volumetric haze softens the background slightly, with neon glows bleeding in from a window across the room. The room is minimally decorated — polished floors, sharp furniture, large black-and-white fashion prints hanging behind her. The scene is raw yet luxurious, charged with a sense of forbidden glamour. Stylistic Additions: (Helmut Newton:1.6), cinematic grain (1.5), high ISO realism, analog Leica 35mm look, black and white or desaturated tones, hard flash lighting (1.3), chiaroscuro shadows (1.3), voyeuristic composition (1.4), fine art nude photography (1.5), volumetric haze and ambient dust.

10 390

Portrait of a young (shyly:0.8) (smiling:0.8) nude woman with flowing long (messy:1.1) blonde hair that (cover:1.3) her breasts, 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>

13 1.3k

diaphanous ivory robe slipping off one shoulder::1.4 dramatic chiaroscuro with deep shadow enveloping half her form and a single candlelit god-ray grazing her face::1.6 oil on canvas in the style of Caravaggio::1.7 fine yet bold brushwork capturing glint on the camera lens, rich ochres and burnished umbers in the background::1.5

4 100

diaphanous ivory robe slipping off one shoulder::1.4 dramatic chiaroscuro with deep shadow enveloping half her form and a single candlelit god-ray grazing her face::1.6 oil on canvas in the style of Caravaggio::1.7 fine yet bold brushwork capturing glint on the camera lens, rich ochres and burnished umbers in the background::1.5

7 240

Intricate Art Nouveau tableau in the style of Alphonse Mucha::1.6 A stylized couple connected from across the room by a glowing crimson heartstring::1.5 He embraces her from behind, their chests aligned, the heartstring a luminous ribbon pulsing with life::1.6 Her flowing auburn hair cascades in sinuous golden lines, his dark curls entwined with ornate floral and vine motifs::1.4 She wears a diaphanous jade-green gown, he dons a tailored midnight-blue coat with gilded embroidery::1.3 Background of swirling lilies, peacock feathers, and stained-glass window patterns::1.2 Dynamic diagonal composition with swirling drapery and geometric frames::1.4 Soft pastel palette of emerald, rose, and amber accented with gold-leaf highlights::1.3 Delicate linework and ornamental borders, volumetric light filtering through colored glass::1.3

0 46

Intricate Art Nouveau tableau in the style of Alphonse Mucha::1.6 A stylized couple connected from across the room by a glowing crimson heartstring::1.5 He embraces her from behind, their chests aligned, the heartstring a luminous ribbon pulsing with life::1.6 Her flowing auburn hair cascades in sinuous golden lines, his dark curls entwined with ornate floral and vine motifs::1.4 She wears a diaphanous jade-green gown, he dons a tailored midnight-blue coat with gilded embroidery::1.3 Background of swirling lilies, peacock feathers, and stained-glass window patterns::1.2 Dynamic diagonal composition with swirling drapery and geometric frames::1.4 Soft pastel palette of emerald, rose, and amber accented with gold-leaf highlights::1.3 Delicate linework and ornamental borders, volumetric light filtering through colored glass::1.3

0 41

Blackened night I am but re-used, gently purified but still weak as I see my ending walking in front of me still. Breathe me you did and I was air, coolest of elements, abundant of life. Now scattered flesh amongst stone, trampled by all, hold my temple. One image live, unreachable for time, unimaginable for the Gods themselves, will witness of love, forever in the face of the blackened night.

2 34