fluttering snow FLUX prompts

9 months ago

First person POV, the male pale hands grip the reins of his majestic white horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman purple rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with silver and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast snowing hunting grounds. The leather of his gloves, though not visible, is implied by the elegant way his hands hold the reins. The sound of hooves pounding on the earth fills the air as the Sultan rides through lush green fields, surrounded by his trusted Janissary soldiers. The Sultan’s red boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. coconut trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the snow rises. The grand palace can be seen in the distance, a symbol of the Sultan's power, as he continues his ride, the reins gently held in his decorated hands, with his beauty wife w him, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

9 months ago

First person POV, the male hands grip the reins of his majestic horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with gold and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast snowing hunting grounds. The leather of his gloves, though not visible, is implied by the elegant way his hands hold the reins. The sound of hooves pounding on the earth fills the air as the Sultan rides through lush green fields, surrounded by his trusted Janissary soldiers. The Sultan’s red boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. coconut trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the sun rises. The grand palace can be seen in the distance, a symbol of the Sultan's power, as he continues his ride, the reins gently held in his decorated hands, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

9 months ago

First person POV, the male pale hands grip the reins of his majestic white horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman purple rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with silver and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast snowing hunting grounds. The leather of his gloves, though not visible, is implied by the elegant way his hands hold the reins. The sound of hooves pounding on the earth fills the air as the Sultan rides through lush green fields, surrounded by his trusted Janissary soldiers. The Sultan’s red boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. coconut trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the snow rises. The grand palace can be seen in the distance, a symbol of the Sultan's power, as he continues his ride, the reins gently held in his decorated hands, with his beauty wife stand up in front of his horse, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

9 months ago

First person POV, the male hands grip the reins of his majestic horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with gold and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast snowing hunting grounds. The leather of his gloves, though not visible, is implied by the elegant way his hands hold the reins. The sound of hooves pounding on the earth fills the air as the Sultan rides through lush green fields, surrounded by his trusted Janissary soldiers. The Sultan’s red boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. coconut trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the rain rises. The grand palace can be seen in the distance, a symbol of the Sultan's power, as he continues his ride, the reins gently held in his decorated hands, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

8 months ago

photography, action sports shooting, dynamic range, professional light skin snowboarder, in the snowboard park, used camera is Canon EOS-1D X Mark III with Canon EF 70-200mm f/2.8L IS III USM lens, depth of field, a clear picture, realism sunlight, fluttering snow, dramatic landscape, rich detail --ar 9:16 --style raw --personalize ue2yzjl --stylize 500 --v 6.1

9 months ago

First person POV, the male pale hands grip the reins of his majestic white horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman purple rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with silver and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast snowing hunting grounds. The leather of his gloves, though not visible, is implied by the elegant way his hands hold the reins. The sound of hooves pounding on the earth fills the air as the Sultan rides through lush green fields, surrounded by his trusted Janissary soldiers. The Sultan’s red boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. coconut trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the snow rises. The grand palace can be seen in the distance, a symbol of the Sultan's power, as he continues his ride, the reins gently held in his decorated hands, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

8 months ago

Lila stands in front of the approaching train. Its headlights glow behind her like a halo. Her scarf flutters gently in the wind. Her eyes shine with held-back tears. Lighting: Strong backlight from the train, snow catching the glow Expression: A final, fragile strength in her eyes

8 months ago

Animation Description: The elven heroine walks through a quiet snowy forest, her golden hair swaying as she moves. Animation Details: Movement: Her cloak flutters in the wind. Snowflakes drift gently. Trees creak. Effects: Light snowfall, mist from her breath, gentle forest wind. Camera: Slow tracking shot from behind, moving forward as she walks. Color Tones: Cool blues and whites. Lighting: Soft morning light filtering through snow-covered branches.

8 months ago

First person POV, the male hands grip the reins of his majestic horse, adorned with intricate Ottoman rings that glint in the sunlight. The camera focuses on his hands as they steady the reins, each finger visible, with gold and gemstone rings reflecting the light as he guides the horse across the vast snowing hunting grounds. The leather of his gloves, though not visible, is implied by the elegant way his hands hold the reins. The sound of hooves pounding on the earth fills the air as the Sultan rides through lush green fields, surrounded by his trusted Janissary soldiers. The Sultan’s red boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. coconut trees line the perimeter of the grounds, casting long shadows as the sun rises. The grand palace can be seen in the distance, a symbol of the Sultan's power, as he continues his ride, the reins gently held in his decorated hands, directing his steed toward the heart of the hunt. --ar 9:16 --s 250

8 months ago

A realistic, candid, full body portrait photo of a tall, striking Japanese man inspired from Suguru Geto from Jujutsu Kaisen working as a Shinto priest, with waist-length black hair—half tied back in a traditional tatemaki priest’s knot—stands before a weathered shrine gate, his dark eyes half-lidded in tranquil authority. He wears immaculate hakama trousers and a snow-white jōe robe, its purity contrasted by the shadowed hollows of his collarbones. A single magatama jewel hangs at his chest, its surface swirling with faint, unnatural darkness. His long fingers cradle a shaku ritual tablet, the wood worn smooth from generations of use—yet his grip suggests something far less reverent. Behind him, the shrine’s torii glows blood-red in the setting sun, its shadow stretching like claws across the gravel path. A handful of devoted parishioners kneel in prayer, unaware of the faint, grinning specters that flicker at the edges of the sacred ropes. His lips move in silent chant—but the ofuda talismans lining the walls flutter without wind. The overall composition is realistically-detailed and cinematic candid shot capturing the subject and the environment, creating a immersive and visually captivating realistic scene. The model should not be looking at the camera.