steady FLUX prompts

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s 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 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 boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. Tall 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

Sarah maintains a steady rhythm as she jogs along the palm-lined beach path, her athletic frame moving with purpose as the morning sun casts long shadows through the swaying fronds above. Her dark hair, pulled back in a practical high ponytail, catches the tropical breeze, while a few loose strands frame her face. She's wearing a moisture-wicking turquoise sport bra that reveals her toned midsection, paired with low-waisted black compression leggings with subtle geometric patterns. Her lightweight lavender zip-up jacket, earlier tied around her waist, now flows with her movement. Her pristine white running shoes with teal accents strike a perfect tempo against the weathered wooden planks of the beachwalk, as morning light dances between the palm trees. Her cheeks are flushed from exertion, and her silver fitness watch tracks her progress. A reusable water bottle is secured in her running belt as she maintains her pace, passing by awakening beachfront cafes and other early risers enjoying the peaceful morning paradise.

7 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

6 months ago

A dramatic, concept art–style scene of a lone figure ascending a jagged, snow-covered mountain in the midst of a raging blizzard. Their silhouette is nearly lost amid the swirling snow and roaring wind, barely visible against the violent, frostbitten landscape. The figure's clothing is torn, their body bruised and weary, but their posture is firm and unbroken — each step deliberate, steady, unstoppable.

9 months ago

A colossal battle-hardened dragon, its shiny black scales glowing faintly with pulses of purple, fiery orange, and ember-red light (2.0) from beneath, moves with terrifying energy, exhaling a fluid torrent of molten fire. The dragon’s massive head is tilted to the side, its jaws wide open, revealing razor-sharp teeth through which liquid fire flows like less viscous lava (2.0). The molten fire glows intensely with intertwined hues of purple, orange, and ember-red, streaming from its mouth in a steady, glowing cascade. The fire pools and flows across the scorched earth, creating glowing rivers that hiss and crackle as they spread, leaving molten patches in their wake. Around its open jaws, the air ripples and distorts visibly (1.9) from the immense heat, creating a mirage-like effect that warps the surrounding light. The dragonrider, a commanding figure in a deep purple cloak with aquamarine embroidery (1.8), leans back in her battle-worn saddle, gripping the reins tightly with both hands as the dragon thrashes in anticipation of battle. Her posture is strained but determined, her golden eyes glowing softly like embers (2.0), perfectly mirroring the molten hues of her mount. Her tattered cloak flutters wildly in the storm-like wind created by the dragon’s immense, muscular movements, adding drama to the scene. The dragon’s massive wings, veined with glowing patterns of fiery purple and orange, beat with immense power, scattering ash and embers in chaotic swirls. Its claws, jagged and scarred from countless battles, tear into the cracked and glowing earth, sending shards of molten rock flying. The glow beneath its scales pulses in rhythm with its breath, emphasizing the sheer energy coursing through the beast. The environment is dark and ominous, lit only by the steady, glowing flow of molten fire and the faint beams of sunlight piercing the smoke-filled sky. The battlefield is alive with detail: swirling ash, glowing embers, and molten rivers that snake through the scorched earth (1.9). The surrounding forest is shrouded in shadow, its twisted trees silhouetted against the faint purple and orange glow of the fiery cascades. The scene is brought to life with volumetric lighting, highlighting the interplay of fiery tones against the muted darkness of the environment. The fluid fire transitions smoothly between its glowing hues, with anti-banding measures ensuring seamless gradients and realistic color blending. This moment captures the raw, untamed power of the dragon and the unyielding resolve of its rider, united against the chaos of battle

6 months ago

Grey alien, though small in stature, is anything but simple. It navigates the cosmos with grace, moving through the stars with an otherworldly elegance, a creature shaped by the infinite darkness that surrounds it. Let’s begin by describing the Grey alien’s daily existence, its interactions with the stars, and the somewhat intimate aspects of its biology. Life in Space The Grey alien is a solitary being, with no immediate sense of community. It floats alone through the expanse of space, a creature adapted to survive in the vacuum without any need for conventional sustenance or shelter. The void is both home and playground to it, and it is not bound by the limitations that govern organic life on planets. Its body is perfectly evolved for this environment. The alien breathes in the form of a faint, almost imperceptible exchange of gases that occurs at a molecular level, a form of respiration suited for the low-pressure environment of space. It has no need for food, relying instead on the energies of nearby cosmic phenomena: the radiation of distant stars, the magnetic fields of planets, and the energy flows of cosmic dust. It absorbs these into its body, where they sustain it without requiring ingestion in the traditional sense. Though its existence is quiet, there is a profound intelligence behind its stillness. This alien has a deep understanding of the universe’s rhythms, navigating by the pulses of starlight and the waves of gravity that ripple through the cosmos. It has witnessed the birth and death of stars, the collisions of comets and asteroids, and the slow, steady drift of forgotten worlds. Time, to the Grey alien, is less linear and more like a vast, ongoing cycle—endless, stretching from one horizon to the next.

5 months ago

Post apocalypse, In the thick fog of a dilapidated city, in the middle of a dilapidated street, a lot of piece of robot, a samurai woman, with black robe, black long hair, barefoot, full body view, clutching a long samurai knife Her gaze is fixed on the camera lens, the wind blowing through her long hair flutters around her. the samurai woman is in a steady pose, firm, in a determined stance. the wind heightens the sense of anticipation. A charged atmosphere of emptiness, despair and tiredness, A dim, dystopian background with a warm, industrial tone, robot scrap on the ground - soft lighting,

8 months ago

High resolution photography intFirst person POV, President Anwar Sadat’s hands grip the steering wheel of his military jeep as he rides through the desert battlefield during the Yom Kippur War in October 1973. The camera focuses on his hands, steady and firm on the wheel, as the jeep moves swiftly through the terrain. His fingers, strong and determined, are wrapped around the wheel, while his military uniform and gold epaulettes shimmer in the harsh sunlight. The desert stretches out before him—Egyptian soldiers in fatigues and tanks advance across the battlefield, moving in synchronized formation, ready to reclaim territory. The wind blows through the jeep’s open windows, and the sound of radio communications and distant artillery fire fills the air. President Sadat’s eyes remain fixed on the horizon, focused on the success of the operation. The sky above is clouded with the smoke of battle, and the Egyptian flags wave proudly in the distance as his forces push forward. Undeterred by the fierce battle, President Sadat remains resolute, a calm and commanding presence leading his forces to victory."erior design, dreamy sunken living room conversation pit, wooden floor, small windows opening onto the garden, bauhaus furniture and decoration, high ceiling, beige blue salmon pastel palette, interior design magazine, cozy atmosphere; 8k, intricate detail, photorealistic, realistic light, wide angle, kinkfolk photography, A+D architecture

6 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s 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 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 boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. Tall 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

6 months ago

A legendary warrior in luxurious white and gold armor, captured in a dramatic falling moment in a fantastical desert sandstorm. His flowing white cape billows in the wind as, with unwavering determination, he plants his magnificent golden sword—adorned with intricate Pharaonic engravings—into the ground to steady himself and resist the fall. His revealed face exhibits strong Arab features: wheat-toned skin, sharp eyes, a short beard, and a defined nose, reflecting his resolute and unyielding spirit. In the background, distant planets and cosmic nebulae fill a mysterious celestial sky, while warm, cinematic lighting accentuates the epic, futuristic atmosphere.

7 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

6 months ago

A dramatic, concept art–style scene of a lone figure ascending a jagged, snow-covered mountain in the midst of a raging blizzard. Their silhouette is nearly lost amid the swirling snow and roaring wind, barely visible against the violent, frostbitten landscape. The figure's clothing is torn, their body bruised and weary, but their posture is firm and unbroken — each step deliberate, steady, unstoppable.

2 months ago

Hermione Granger stands before a towering library shelf, her bushy chestnut hair tumbling in wild curls that frame her sharp features, and her slender yet determined frame giving her a presence impossible to mistake. She wears a deep burgundy velvet bustier edged in ornate gold trim, paired with delicate yet practical lace knickers, the outfit contrasting her usual studious seriousness with a touch of elegance. A Time-Turner glows faintly at her neck, casting subtle golden light across her chest. In one hand, she holds her wand with quiet authority, while the other steadies the heavy volume of *Hogwarts: A History*, open to her latest pursuit of knowledge. Around her, floating candles lend a warm amber radiance that dances across ancient tomes stretching high into shadowed alcoves, evoking the magical grandeur of the Hogwarts library. Beyond the tall windows, Peeves’ fleeting shadow darts past, hinting at mischief concealed within the stillness of the enchanted setting.

7 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

5 months ago

A hyper-realistic close-up portrait of two close friends in their late 30s to 50s, sitting shoulder to shoulder, eyes looking in different directions, one quietly emotional with a subtle tear, the other steady and calm, hands resting between them, visible signs of a shared difficult past — weathered skin, scars, stubble, worn clothing. Soft golden-hour lighting brushing their faces, out-of-focus background suggesting an urban rooftop or quiet landscape. Deep emotional connection, subtle storytelling through expression, cinematic realism, modern album cover aesthetic --v 6 --ar 4:5 --style photographic --q 2 --style raw

7 months ago

Prompt: Close-up of a nest in a luminous tree, camera pulling back as the man gazes at it, sparrows circling above a canopy of green. Mystical State: Eyes soft, breath steady, a gentle joy in his stillness.

9 months ago

A somber funeral unfolds under an overcast sky, the air heavy with grief and the distant rumble of thunder. A slow, steady camera movement captures mourners dressed in black, their faces etched with sorrow as they gather around a freshly dug grave. Raindrops patter softly against umbrellas, mixing with muffled sobs and the quiet rustling of leaves in the cold breeze. A priest’s solemn voice echoes as he reads from a weathered book, his words barely audible over the weight of silence. The camera lingers on a single rose slipping from a trembling hand, falling in slow motion onto the polished casket below. The muted color palette, soft depth of field, and cinematic lighting enhance the emotional gravity, creating a deeply immersive and poignant atmosphere.

8 months ago

High resolution photography intFirst person POV, President Anwar Sadat’s hands grip the steering wheel of his military jeep as he rides through the desert battlefield during the Yom Kippur War in October 1973. The camera focuses on his hands, steady and firm on the wheel, as the jeep moves swiftly through the terrain. His fingers, strong and determined, are wrapped around the wheel, while his military uniform and gold epaulettes shimmer in the harsh sunlight. The desert stretches out before him—Egyptian soldiers in fatigues and tanks advance across the battlefield, moving in synchronized formation, ready to reclaim territory. The wind blows through the jeep’s open windows, and the sound of radio communications and distant artillery fire fills the air. President Sadat’s eyes remain fixed on the horizon, focused on the success of the operation. The sky above is clouded with the smoke of battle, and the Egyptian flags wave proudly in the distance as his forces push forward. Undeterred by the fierce battle, President Sadat remains resolute, a calm and commanding presence leading his forces to victory."erior design, dreamy sunken living room conversation pit, wooden floor, small windows opening onto the garden, bauhaus furniture and decoration, high ceiling, beige blue salmon pastel palette, interior design magazine, cozy atmosphere; 8k, intricate detail, photorealistic, realistic light, wide angle, kinkfolk photography, A+D architecture

5 months ago

A serene and breathtaking landscape unfolds before us, as a woman stands silhouetted against a kaleidoscope of colors that dance across the sky. The horizon is ablaze with vibrant oranges and pinks, as though the sun has dipped below the water's edge, leaving behind a trail of radiant light. Above, the sky transitions into softer shades of lavender and purple, dotted with faint stars that begin to emerge as twilight deepens. The solitary figure stands on a weathered wooden pier that extends out over a calm body of water, its surface mirroring the colors of the sky like a perfect mirror. Her dark hair flows loosely around her shoulders, adding a touch of movement to the otherwise still scene. She wears a coat that drapes gently over her frame, suggesting a quiet contemplation or perhaps a moment of reflection. The water beneath her is serene, its surface undisturbed except for the gentle ripples that reflect the changing colors of the sky. The pier itself is worn and rustic, its planks showing signs of age and exposure to the elements. Each board tells a story of time passing, its texture rough and uneven, yet it holds steady under her weight, connecting her to the vast expanse before her. The horizon stretches endlessly, meeting the water at a point where reality seems to blur into dream. Her posture is relaxed yet deliberate, her gaze fixed on the horizon as if she is lost in thought or simply basking in the tranquility of the moment. The interplay of light and shadow creates a sense of depth, drawing the eye toward the distant horizon and the infinite possibilities it holds.

6 months ago

(colossal skull forged from thousands of anguished, contorted skulls:1.3) looms in a storm-darkened, apocalyptic sky, its empty eye sockets glowing with malevolent crimson light, casting eerie illumination across a shattered, barren landscape. From its gaping maw, a torrent of molten fire flows slowly—white-hot at the core, surrounded by searing orange and blood-red streaks, alive with humanoid spectral figures writhing in torment, their ghostly forms reaching, stretching as if trying to escape the flames. As the fire cascades down, it strikes the earth with molten impact, forming creeping rivers of lava that crack the ground, igniting rock fractures, and causing violent tremors. Sparks, embers, and ash spiral into the air amid flickers of volumetric heat distortion. Overhead, dark clouds churn, reacting to the infernal blaze, while faint lightning pulses in the distance. Ambient audio: the low rumble of distant thunder rolls continuously in the background, punctuated by occasional sharp lightning cracks. Beneath it, an unsettling layer of whispering voices drifts with the embers—inaudible yet unmistakable—hinting at lost souls and forbidden knowledge. Camera motion: slow dolly-in toward the burning skull, steady tension-building pace; low tracking shot across crumbling lava-riven terrain, passing through drifting ash and smoke. Spectral figures swirl within the fire, some gliding upward, others consumed. Shot in IMAX format, using Leica Summilux-C lenses, shallow depth of field, ultra-contrast lighting, film grain, rendered in 8K photorealism, dark high-fantasy cinematic tone.

8 months ago

Steady female Viking warrior with complex helmet and braided white hair, oil paint, impasto, short, textured brushstrokes painting by Edward Robert Hughes --v 6

7 months ago

Post apocalypse, In the thick fog of a dilapidated city, in the middle of a dilapidated street, a black skin samurai woman, with withe robe, barefoot, full body view, clutching a long samurai knife with both hands. Her gaze is fixed on the camera lens, the wind blowing through her long hair flutters around her. the samurai woman is in a steady pose, firm, in a determined stance. the wind heightens the sense of anticipation. A charged atmosphere of emptiness, despair and tiredness, A dim, dystopian background with a warm, industrial tone, robot scrap on the ground - soft lighting,

7 months ago

First-person POV, i grip the curved dagger tightly in my right hand, its sharp edge glinting under the faint moonlight. My left hand steadies the flickering torch, casting eerie, shifting shadows on the large canvas tent ahead. The night is cold and silent, the only sound coming from the distant rustling of fabric and the hushed breathing of my companions. Four Persian soldiers, clad in traditional robes of Nader Shah Afshar’s era, move cautiously around me. Their loose, earth-toned garments, cinched with thick fabric belts, billow slightly as they step forward. Their heads are wrapped in cloth turbans, much like those of ancient desert warriors, partially concealing their expressions. Their leather sandals press lightly into the dirt, their movements careful and deliberate. The tent’s entrance sways in the breeze, revealing only darkness inside. Every muscle in my body tenses as I inch closer, the weight of the moment heavy on my chest. The firelight flickers against the fabric of the tent, painting dancing shadows of soldiers poised for action. I tighten my grip on the dagger. The night is about to change.

8 months ago

First person POV, the female 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 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 boots are firmly planted in the stirrups, the soft breeze rustling the edges of his richly embroidered velvet robe, which flutters behind him. Tall 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