felt FLUX prompts

7 months ago

A barren, sun-scorched world stretches before you, its landscape dotted with the skeletal remains of a once-thriving civilization. Crumbling stone structures, half-buried in dust, hint at a forgotten people whose voices have long since faded into the silence of time. The twin suns cast an eerie golden glow over the ruins, creating long shadows that dance across the cracked earth. At the heart of the desolation, a single artifact remains untouched—a delicate wooden flute, resting on a worn stone pedestal, its surface smoothed by the passage of centuries. The wind carries a ghostly echo of music, a melody that no living soul has played in a thousand years. Faint spectral figures flicker in the distance, their outlines shimmering like heat mirages—glimpses of the past, moments frozen in time. This is a place where history lingers, unseen yet deeply felt. The silence is deafening, yet the weight of an entire civilization’s hopes, dreams, and love is imprinted in every grain of sand. This is not just a ruin; it is a graveyard of memory, a testament to the fleeting nature of existence. Depict the melancholy beauty of this forgotten world, emphasizing the contrast between the endless march of time and the fragile permanence of a single, cherished melody.

2 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.

7 months ago

First-person POV, Loki’s hand presses against the cold stone of Asgard’s vault walls, the rough surface beneath his fingertips barely registering as his form flickers between reality and illusion. His palm glows softly, magic pulsing through his veins as he shifts into the shadows. Footsteps echo behind him—Heimdall. Loki’s smirk is unseen, but felt. He moves swiftly, hands adjusting the folds of his cloak as he peeks around the corner. The grand vault doors loom ahead, golden engravings shimmering under torchlight. A flick of his wrist, and the locks click open, unnoticed. His fingers trail along the intricate carvings of the ancient relic within, a hum of power vibrating through his palm. The game is set. Now, let them chase.

8 months ago

Art illustration, sports minimalism style, fuzzy form, black wolf and white wolf, solid color background, close-up, pure flat illustration, extreme high-definition picture, wolf's eyes depict clear and meticulous, high aesthetic feeling, graphic, fuzzy, felt, minimalism, blank space, artistic conception, advanced, masterpiece, minimalism, fuzzy fur texture. --ar 9:16 --quality 2 --stylize 750 --v 6.1

2 months ago

In Innocence and sin When it was air I was breathing I cannot remember, for it was at the beginning of time itself or so it seems. For every feeling there was disgrace, for every thought remorse. So come, come listen to the sound and read the signs before I fade beyond grey into black. Above what's underneath maggots crawl in the half-light of an underground dawn. Scared and with all this dirt staining my skin, going deep within, until I rise again to meet the face of the one that I knelt before. Now in silence I stand for words are dead and nothing but love can be felt as time ends and forever I will remain the same in innocence and sin.

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.

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.

3 months ago

ethereal female bust, wide brim felt hat, marble skin, ghostly, long neck, high fashion gothic, monochrome, high contrast, motion blur trails, cinematic lighting, 4k

2 months ago

A cozy garden gnome wearing a brown felt hat and a leafy vest, surrounded by pumpkins, corn stalks, and falling leaves, holding a miniature pumpkin pie, warm golden light, illustrated in a detailed autumnal fantasy style

6 months ago

Mr. and Mrs. Adams meander through the market, selecting the finest felt ingredients for their dinner. They pause at a stall showcasing felt-baked goods, admiring the craftsmanship of felt baguettes and pastries. At the vegetable stand, they choose a variety of felt vegetables, appreciating the texture and detail of each piece. Their basket fills with felt cheese, felt herbs, and a bottle of felt wine, promising a delightful --ar 9:16

6 months ago

Selecting Ingredients Mr. and Mrs. Adams meander through the market, selecting the finest felt ingredients for their dinner. They pause at a stall showcasing felt-baked goods, admiring the craftsmanship of felt baguettes and pastries. At the vegetable stand, they choose a variety of felt vegetables, appreciating the texture and detail of each piece. Their basket fills with felt cheese, felt herbs, and a bottle of felt wine, promising a delightful --ar 9:16

6 months ago

Mr. and Mrs. Adams meander through the market, selecting the finest felt ingredients for their dinner. They pause at a stall showcasing felt-baked goods, admiring the craftsmanship of felt baguettes and pastries. At the vegetable stand, they choose a variety of felt vegetables, appreciating the texture and detail of each piece. Their basket fills with felt cheese, felt herbs, and a bottle of felt wine, promising a delightful --ar 9:16

6 months ago

Mr. and Mrs. Adams meander through the market, selecting the finest felt ingredients for their dinner. They pause at a stall showcasing felt-baked goods, admiring the craftsmanship of felt baguettes and pastries. At the vegetable stand, they choose a variety of felt vegetables, appreciating the texture and detail of each piece. Their basket fills with felt cheese, felt herbs, and a bottle of felt wine, promising a delightful --ar 9:16

6 months ago

Mr. and Mrs. Adams meander through the market, selecting the finest felt ingredients for their dinner. They pause at a stall showcasing felt-baked goods, admiring the craftsmanship of felt baguettes and pastries. At the vegetable stand, they choose a variety of felt vegetables, appreciating the texture and detail of each piece. Their basket fills with felt cheese, felt herbs, and a bottle of felt wine, promising a delightful --ar 9:16

6 months ago

Mr. and Mrs. Adams meander through the market, selecting the finest felt ingredients for their dinner. They pause at a stall showcasing felt-baked goods, admiring the craftsmanship of felt baguettes and pastries. At the vegetable stand, they choose a variety of felt vegetables, appreciating the texture and detail of each piece. Their basket fills with felt cheese, felt herbs, and a bottle of felt wine, promising a delightful --ar 9:16

6 months ago

Selecting Ingredients Mr. and Mrs. Adams meander through the market, selecting the finest felt ingredients for their dinner. They pause at a stall showcasing felt-baked goods, admiring the craftsmanship of felt baguettes and pastries. At the vegetable stand, they choose a variety of felt vegetables, appreciating the texture and detail of each piece. Their basket fills with felt cheese, felt herbs, and a bottle of felt wine, promising a delightful --ar 9:16

3 months ago

Mr. and Mrs. Adams meander through the market, selecting the finest felt ingredients for their dinner. They pause at a stall showcasing felt-baked goods, admiring the craftsmanship of felt baguettes and pastries. At the vegetable stand, they choose a variety of felt vegetables, appreciating the texture and detail of each piece. Their basket fills with felt cheese, felt herbs, and a bottle of felt wine, promising a delightful --ar 9:16

6 months ago

Mr. and Mrs. Adams meander through the market, selecting the finest felt ingredients for their dinner. They pause at a stall showcasing felt-baked goods, admiring the craftsmanship of felt baguettes and pastries. At the vegetable stand, they choose a variety of felt vegetables, appreciating the texture and detail of each piece. Their basket fills with felt cheese, felt herbs, and a bottle of felt wine, promising a delightful --ar 9:16

6 months ago

Waverly Earp is a Nephilim and the younger sister of Wynonna and Willa Earp. Raised by Ward Earp, Waverly never felt the love of her father, only understanding later in her life when she learns that she is in fact not an Earp, being a product of her mother Michelle's affair with the angel Julian. Waverly is the wife of Nicole Haught.

4 months ago

Our Time A rare gentleness lies over her, as if molding clay to her wish when she strokes my face. Her tiny hands tell of a delicate feminine beauty that can be felt like bittersweet kisses under a resigning sun. My senses, a dry lake, now filling to its limit as I close my eyes, ready to drown. Death no longer frights me but to live for only this moment in our time.

6 months ago

Waverly Earp is a Nephilim and the younger sister of Wynonna and Willa Earp. Raised by Ward Earp, Waverly never felt the love of her father, only understanding later in her life when she learns that she is in fact not an Earp, being a product of her mother Michelle's affair with the angel Julian. Waverly is the wife of Nicole Haught.

2 months ago

In Innocence and sin When it was air I was breathing I cannot remember, for it was at the beginning of time itself or so it seems. For every feeling there was disgrace, for every thought remorse. So come, come listen to the sound and read the signs before I fade beyond grey into black. Above what's underneath maggots crawl in the half-light of an underground dawn. Scared and with all this dirt staining my skin, going deep within, until I rise again to meet the face of the one that I knelt before. Now in silence I stand for words are dead and nothing but love can be felt as time ends and forever I will remain the same in innocence and sin.

7 months ago

A whimsical and enchanting illustration featuring four gold-rimmed black polka dot felt mugs, each displaying a motivational phrase. 'María Jose' 'Qué tengas' and 'Un bonito día' float gracefully in mid-air, defying gravity. The background is a captivating blend of black and white hues, reminiscent of an abstract painter's palette, creating a dreamy atmosphere. The mugs are adorned with vibrant flowers, hearts, and roses, adding charm and playfulness. They rest on a striking black and white striped surface, emphasizing the visual impact and balance. This typography-inspired artwork exudes an uplifting and dreamy mood, designed to inspire positivity and motivation. The piece showcases the artist's mastery in painting, typography, and illustration, resulting in a captivating and imaginative composition, typography, painting, illustration

8 months ago

A whimsical and enchanting illustration featuring four gold-rimmed black polka dot felt mugs, each displaying a motivational phrase. 'Have' 'A' 'Great,' and 'Day!' float gracefully in mid-air, defying gravity. The background is a captivating blend of black and white hues, reminiscent of an abstract painter's palette, creating a dreamy atmosphere. The mugs are adorned with vibrant flowers, hearts, and roses, adding charm and playfulness. They rest on a striking black and white striped surface, emphasizing the visual impact and balance. This typography-inspired artwork exudes an uplifting and dreamy mood, designed to inspire positivity and motivation. The piece showcases the artist's mastery in painting, typography, and illustration, resulting in a captivating and imaginative composition., typography, painting, illustration