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cold liquid FLUX prompts

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6 months ago

A woman stands still in the dim light, her head tilted slightly as a small, ornate vial of poison is pressed to her lips (1.5). Her eyes are closed tightly, her expression steeped in sorrow and regret, as though haunted by memories of lost love. A single tear rolls down her cheek, catching the faint green glow of the poison as it trails across her face. Her lips part slightly, trembling as she drinks the bitter, cold liquid, her body tense with the weight of her decision. The vial is delicate, crafted from glass that glows faintly with an ominous greenish light. Its liquid swirls unnaturally, casting faint reflections on her pale skin and trembling fingers. She wears a flowing, sheer white robe (1.4), its translucent fabric clinging softly to her body, revealing faint outlines of her figure beneath. The robe ripples gently around her arms and waist, as though stirred by an invisible breeze, and the poison’s green glow reflects faintly off its delicate folds. Beneath her skin, a smoky, luminous green line is visible, beginning at her throat and trailing downward in a diffused, ethereal path (1.5). The line pulses softly, its edges hazy and shifting like luminous smoke, yet remaining unified as it flows through her body. The glowing trail brightens subtly as it descends, coiling delicately around her heart in a soft, radiant glow. The eerie green light from the poison interacts with the translucent robe, casting faint shadows and glowing highlights across her chest, amplifying the surreal beauty of the scene. Her free hand rests lightly against her chest, as though feeling the poison’s icy presence as it travels through her. The other hand holds the delicate vial, her fingers gripping it tightly, the tension in her body underscoring her resolve and the bitter pain of the moment. She stands upright, her figure illuminated by the glowing green line and the faint light of the vial. The dark, minimal background fades into shadows, ensuring the glowing poison and her tear-streaked face remain the focal points. The atmosphere is suffused with emotional tension, the glowing green line serving as both a visual and symbolic representation of the poison’s cold, invasive power. Her sheer robe, trembling posture, and closed eyes convey a haunting mix of regret, sorrow, and the inevitability of her choice.

ElectricL
12 990

6 months ago

A woman stands still in the dim light, her head tilted slightly as a small, ornate vial of poison is pressed to her lips (1.5). Her eyes are closed tightly, her expression steeped in sorrow and regret, as though haunted by memories of lost love. A single tear rolls down her cheek, catching the faint green glow of the poison as it trails across her face. Her lips part slightly, trembling as she drinks the bitter, cold liquid, her body tense with the weight of her decision. The vial is delicate, crafted from glass that glows faintly with an ominous greenish light. Its liquid swirls unnaturally, casting faint reflections on her pale skin and trembling fingers. She wears a flowing, sheer white robe (1.4), its translucent fabric clinging softly to her body, revealing faint outlines of her figure beneath. The robe ripples gently around her arms and waist, as though stirred by an invisible breeze, and the poison’s green glow reflects faintly off its delicate folds. Beneath her skin, a smoky, luminous green line is visible, beginning at her throat and trailing downward in a diffused, ethereal path (1.5). The line pulses softly, its edges hazy and shifting like luminous smoke, yet remaining unified as it flows through her body. The glowing trail brightens subtly as it descends, coiling delicately around her heart in a soft, radiant glow. The eerie green light from the poison interacts with the translucent robe, casting faint shadows and glowing highlights across her chest, amplifying the surreal beauty of the scene. Her free hand rests lightly against her chest, as though feeling the poison’s icy presence as it travels through her. The other hand holds the delicate vial, her fingers gripping it tightly, the tension in her body underscoring her resolve and the bitter pain of the moment. She stands upright, her figure illuminated by the glowing green line and the faint light of the vial. The dark, minimal background fades into shadows, ensuring the glowing poison and her tear-streaked face remain the focal points. The atmosphere is suffused with emotional tension, the glowing green line serving as both a visual and symbolic representation of the poison’s cold, invasive power. Her sheer robe, trembling posture, and closed eyes convey a haunting mix of regret, sorrow, and the inevitability of her choice.

ElectricL
9 280

3 months ago

A close-up, bust-framed portrait of a powerful, malevolent sorcerer. Half of his face is human—sharp, angular, and etched with deep lines of age and dark knowledge, his piercing eyes glowing faintly with a malevolent light. The other half of his face is unnatural: a swirling mass of dark smoke and searing, glowing purple energy that crackles and flickers like an unstable flame. The energy pulses through the smoke, faint streaks of violet light cutting across his shadowy form like veins of raw power. His expression is one of cold, focused determination, with a hint of cruel satisfaction, as though he’s reveling in his sinister dominance. In his gnarled hands, twisted with dark veins and adorned with intricate rings of blackened metal, he holds a swirling, seething mass of glowing souls. The souls appear as countless ghostly faces—translucent and writhing, their expressions frozen in anguish and despair. They swirl chaotically in his grasp, glowing with spectral purples, blues, and faint streaks of white light. The souls drift outward in thin wisps, curling and dissipating like smoke, as though barely contained by his immense power. Subtle tendrils of the energy connect the souls to his smoke-covered half, as if he is drawing strength from them. The sorcerer’s appearance is dark and regal, clad in ornate, shadowy robes adorned with arcane symbols and glowing runes that pulse faintly in rhythm with the energy in his face. His shoulders are draped in tattered black fabric that flows like liquid shadow, blending seamlessly into the surrounding darkness. The background is ominous and blurred, a void of shadows and faint, drifting smoke illuminated only by the violent purple light emanating from his form and the souls he controls. The lighting is dramatic and cinematic—sharp contrast between deep shadows and the searing violet glow. The light spills across his human half, casting sharp lines across his features, while the glowing energy and souls illuminate the smoke on his other side, creating a chaotic dance of light and shadow. Small embers and particles of energy drift around him, hinting at the immense power radiating from his being.

ElectricL
1 62

9 months ago

A **dimly lit bedroom at night**, shrouded in an **eerie, unsettling glow** as **moonlight filters through the window**, casting **elongated, warped shadows** across the walls. A **small nightlight flickers weakly**, its feeble glow unable to banish the **darkness that seeps into every corner**, thick with an **unnatural, suffocating dread**. From the **half-open closet**, a pair of **glowing, predatory eyes peer out**, their **unblinking stare filled with malice**. **Elongated, clawed fingers**, impossibly thin and grotesque, **curl around the doorframe**, the very fabric of reality seeming to **twist and distort where they touch**. Beneath the bed, **something slithers**—a presence barely visible **except for its impossibly wide, sharp-toothed grin**, stretching far beyond what should be humanly possible. Its form is **fluid yet unnatural**, shifting with **shadowy tendrils that coil and retract** in the gloom. A **young adult lies frozen in terror**, gripping their **blanket like a lifeline**, their **wide, paralyzed eyes locked on the horrors surrounding them**. Their body is bathed in the **cold, blue-tinted moonlight**, which **flickers unnaturally as though the nightmare itself distorts reality**. The **room appears slightly warped**, as if the very air is **bending under the weight of the nightmare**. The furniture tilts at subtle, impossible angles, and the shadows **move with an unsettling sentience**, creeping ever closer. The **monsters are grotesque yet amorphous**, shifting between **skeletal, insectoid, and abyssal forms**, an **amalgamation of fear given shape**. Their **bodies ripple with an eerie, liquid darkness**, their **faces obscured by shifting voids or twisted, elongated grins**. The **color palette is dominated by deep, muted blues, sickly purples, and spectral grays**, punctuated by the **faint, malevolent glow of spectral eyes and unholy grins**. The **cinematic, atmospheric lighting** enhances the **balance between horror and surrealism**, evoking the **primal fear of what lurks unseen in the night**. Rendered in **ultra-high-definition, hyper-detailed dark fantasy realism**, the composition immerses the viewer in a **waking nightmare**, a place where **fear takes physical form, and the boundary between dream and reality is terrifyingly thin**.

Pulsar212121
0 170

7 months ago

(Primary Subject: Gigantic Bone-Crafted Spider-God in Subterranean Temple, 1.7 weight) — far below the known world, past layers of ash-fossil and silence, lies the Cathedral of Hollow Depths—a vast, bone-built cavern where a titanic arachnid creature, assembled entirely from the skeletal remains of extinct giants, sleeps in stillness. This is the Bone Spider: part deity, part weapon, part grief embodied. Its body spans a cathedral in width—eight skeletal legs twist like ribcages fused into spires, with joints of fossilized ivory and sinew-bound marrow. Its thorax is a tomb of whispering skulls, and from its open ribbed abdomen hangs a vast, silken tapestry woven from spinal cords and ghost threads. Ancient monastic figures have spent lifetimes adding to the tapestry, recording a single question: why does it still wait? A lone knight now descends the spiral bone stairway, their lantern casting flickering light through columns of femurs and vaulted ceilings made of petrified jawbones. Clutched in their gauntlet: a relic carved from the tooth of the first world-eater. This knight is not here to slay. They are here to ask the spider something. Something no one dares speak aloud. The atmosphere is hushed and holy. From the spider’s unmoving fangs drips liquid memory, collecting in stone basins etched with prayers. The air hums faintly, filled with psalms sung by deep-buried bone choirs. The architecture is Giger-esque fused with ancient cathedral design—organic, sacred, horrifyingly beautiful. Soft beams of bioluminescent green and faded amber pour from fractures in the cavern ceiling, creating volumetric shafts of sacred decay. The knight’s figure is dwarfed beneath the weight of silence and shadow, the Bone Spider looming like a sleeping god, its massive eye sockets hollow but aware. Rendered in dark cinematic realism, with richly detailed textures: bone porosity, decayed velvet, wet stone, silk-strand threads catching subtle glints of cold light. Subtle film grain, shallow depth-of-field, and burned edge vignetting evoke the look of forbidden 70s horror photography (sacred horror + visual dread, 1.4 weight).

ElectricL
0 88