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Prompt by f583e81f643

quiet and warm personality prompts

very few results

1 month 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, and she shows her barefeet soles dThe 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.

2 months ago

POV first-person,i am standing by the window, smoking a cigarette, captured from a first-person perspective. only my hand is visible in the frame. i hold the cigarette between my index and middle fingers with a relaxed grip, the lit end glowing faintly in the dim evening light. the cigarette is a standard white filter cigarette, with a thin brown band near the tip. ash has started to form at the end, slightly uneven, with a soft orange ember glowing as i take a slow drag. faint wisps of smoke rise, curling gently into the air before disappearing. my thumb rests near the filter, occasionally flicking the ash away. the view outside the window shows tehran at dusk, with the city lights flickering against the cool evening sky. in the distance, the milad tower stands tall, its distinctive tapered cylindrical body narrowing toward the top before expanding into its iconic multi-tiered head, which houses an observation deck and a glowing ring of lights. the tower's sleek, modern design contrasts with the mix of high-rise buildings and older, traditional structures surrounding it. the city’s streets below are lined with cars, their headlights forming thin, glowing streaks as they navigate through the urban landscape. inside, the atmosphere is moody and contemplative, with the faint glow of streetlights and the subtle reflection of city lights on the window glass. the warm ember of my cigarette pulses slightly as i inhale, adding to the quiet solitude of the moment.

2 months ago

POV first-person,i am standing by the window, smoking a cigarette, captured from a first-person perspective. only my hand is visible in the frame. i hold the cigarette between my index and middle fingers with a relaxed grip, the lit end glowing faintly in the dim evening light. the cigarette is a standard white filter cigarette, with a thin brown band near the tip. ash has started to form at the end, slightly uneven, with a soft orange ember glowing as i take a slow drag. faint wisps of smoke rise, curling gently into the air before disappearing. my thumb rests near the filter, occasionally flicking the ash away. the view outside the window shows tehran at dusk, with the city lights flickering against the cool evening sky. in the distance, the milad tower stands tall, its distinctive tapered cylindrical body narrowing toward the top before expanding into its iconic multi-tiered head, which houses an observation deck and a glowing ring of lights. the tower's sleek, modern design contrasts with the mix of high-rise buildings and older, traditional structures surrounding it. the city’s streets below are lined with cars, their headlights forming thin, glowing streaks as they navigate through the urban landscape. inside, the atmosphere is moody and contemplative, with the faint glow of streetlights and the subtle reflection of city lights on the window glass. the warm ember of my cigarette pulses slightly as i inhale, adding to the quiet solitude of the moment.

2 months ago

POV first-person, I am standing in my kitchen, holding a cup of coffee. Only my hands are visible in the frame. My fingers, stronger and more masculine, grip the cup firmly as I take a sip, feeling the warmth of the coffee in my hand. The soft morning light filters through a nearby window, casting a warm glow on the kitchen countertop. In the sink area, five dirty plates are stacked haphazardly on top of each other, clearly visible in the frame. They’re disorganized, leaning slightly, and the remnants of food on them are obvious. Small bits of leftover food cling to the plates — a mix of dried sauce, bits of bread, and crumbs. Some plates show signs of sticky food that hasn’t been cleaned off yet. The sink looks like it’s waiting to be tackled, but for now, the mess remains untouched. The coffee maker sits quietly in the background, and a small piece of chocolate rests on the counter beside the cup. The contrast between the peaceful moment of sipping coffee and the unwashed dishes creates an authentic snapshot of a simple, imperfect morning. Details: Only my hands, more masculine in appearance, visible in the frame, holding the coffee cup. The kitchen has natural wooden cabinets, simple, with soft light from the window. In the sink, five dirty plates stacked on top of each other, disorganized. The plates show clear remnants of food — bits of sauce, crumbs, and sticky leftovers. The coffee maker and a piece of chocolate rest on the counter.

2 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.

3 months ago

First person POV, Epictetus’ hands rest gently on the worn wooden windowsill of his modest Roman home, rough yet steady, marked by the passage of time and daily toil. His fingers are visible, unadorned, yet carrying the weight of resilience and wisdom. The texture of the aged wood, with small cracks and imperfections, is felt beneath his hands, embodying the simplicity of his Stoic life. Soft morning light filters through the window, casting a warm glow inside the humble dwelling, where stone and clay walls reflect earthy, muted tones. The air carries the faint scent of olive trees and damp soil, while distant echoes of merchants and Latin conversations drift through the streets of Nicopolis. Beyond the window, rolling green hills dotted with olive groves and small stone houses with terracotta roofs stretch into the horizon. A dirt path winds through the landscape, where farmers begin their daily routines—some carrying amphorae of wine or baskets of bread, while others lead donkeys laden with goods. Further in the distance, the shimmering Ionian Sea catches the golden hues of the rising sun, creating a serene and contemplative atmosphere, perfect for philosophical reflection. A light breeze rustles the edges of Epictetus' simple cloak, a small portion of which is visible in the corner of the frame, enhancing the immersive sensation. The interplay of light and shadow adds a cinematic depth, transporting the viewer to 1st-century Rome, as if standing in the philosopher’s place, absorbing the quiet moment of introspection