the beginning and the end FLUX prompts

8 months ago

Fufufafa manifests as a glitching, digital specter, his form constantly shifting like a corrupted computer file. His face is a pixelated mask that changes expressions unpredictably—sometimes laughing, sometimes mocking, sometimes unreadable. His body is shrouded in distorted static, making it hard to tell where he begins and ends. His hands are long, clawed digits made of shifting code, capable of hacking into minds and manipulating perceptions. His entire presence flickers, as if he exists between realities, a ghost of the digital realm.

9 months ago

POV first-person, i am standing by the window, smoking a cigarette, captured from a first-person perspective. only my hands are 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. my thumb rests near the filter as i occasionally bring it to my lips. a few wisps of smoke curl into the air, dissipating near the window. the view outside the window shows tehran at dusk, with a mix of modern high-rise buildings and older, traditional structures stretching into the distance. the city lights begin to flicker on, creating a warm contrast against the cool, bluish hues of the evening sky. the milad tower stands tall in the far distance, its silhouette partially softened by the hazy atmosphere. a few moving car headlights trace lines along the streets below, capturing the quiet yet restless energy of the city. inside, the scene is intimate and moody, illuminated by the faint light filtering through the window. the atmosphere feels unmistakably iranian, a mix of nostalgia and solitude, as i take a slow drag from my cigarette and watch the embers glow against the backdrop of the city.

8 months ago

Fufufafa manifests as a glitching, digital specter, his form constantly shifting like a corrupted computer file. His face is a pixelated mask that changes expressions unpredictably—sometimes laughing, sometimes mocking, sometimes unreadable. His body is shrouded in distorted static, making it hard to tell where he begins and ends. His hands are long, clawed digits made of shifting code, capable of hacking into minds and manipulating perceptions. His entire presence flickers, as if he exists between realities, a ghost of the digital realm.

5 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.

8 months ago

Fufufafa manifests as a glitching, digital specter, his form constantly shifting like a corrupted computer file. His face is a pixelated mask that changes expressions unpredictably—sometimes laughing, sometimes mocking, sometimes unreadable. His body is shrouded in distorted static, making it hard to tell where he begins and ends. His hands are long, clawed digits made of shifting code, capable of hacking into minds and manipulating perceptions. His entire presence flickers, as if he exists between realities, a ghost of the digital realm.

9 months ago

A weary vegetable vendor, drenched in sweat, struggles to push his heavy wooden cart along a dusty, sun-scorched road. His frail body, wrapped in tattered, faded clothes, moves sluggishly under the unbearable heat. His feet, cracked and covered in dust, step cautiously on the burning ground as the harsh sunlight casts deep shadows on his worn-out face. His eyes, filled with exhaustion, reflect years of hardship, yet he keeps moving forward. Behind him, an eerie mist begins to rise, swirling and twisting in the air. Within this dense smoke, a faint yet powerful silhouette of Lord Shiva emerges. His divine presence is not completely visible, but his form takes shape within the shifting haze—his flowing hair merging with the mist, his trident barely distinguishable in the shadows. The vendor does not see Shiva, but he unknowingly draws strength from the unseen force behind him. The dust from the road and the shimmering heat waves blend with the mystical smoke, making it unclear where reality ends and divinity begins. The entire scene is hyper-realistic—every wrinkle on the vendor’s skin, every drop of sweat on his forehead, and every grain of dust on his feet is vividly detailed. The background captures the heat of the Indian summer, with a distant blurred marketplace, dry trees, and the shimmering mirage of the scorching road stretching into the horizon. The image is filled with raw emotion, highlighting both struggle and divine support in a way that feels almost tangible, as if this moment was captured by a high-resolution camera in real life.

8 months ago

Сюрреалистический prompt по мотивам: "A surreal, dreamlike landscape where time is slipping away — giant melting clocks float in the sky, a faceless figure walks through an endless hallway made of paper sheets covered in half-finished scribbles. The sky is a swirl of twilight colors, pierced by towering hourglasses leaking stars instead of sand. In the background, a quiet English town sits frozen in time. Leaves fall upward. The atmosphere is filled with silent desperation and a sense of something unsaid, a song ending before it begins."

5 months ago

a figure in a ragged, hooded cloak stands at the beginning - in the foreground-of a distant, circular tunnel of swirling smoke, from the luminous end of which - smoke and fire emerge.The figure is enveloped in pale, bright light, emphasizing the smooth, shiny and ultra-detailed face with the appearance of a mask with clear cracks and depressions-the sad atmosphere is enhanced by the cool, gray-black tones and realistic textures of the material-painting-oil paints ultra-detail

9 days ago

*"A cozy winter dinner scene: 18 people (7 men, 11 women) seated around a large rustic wooden dining table, ready to eat — all illustrated in a warm, hand-drawn sketch style (clean black ink lines, soft shading, no color fill). The setting is intimate and inviting: soft indoor lighting, steamed rain-streaked windows showing a dark, rainy winter evening outside. At the head of the table: an elderly woman with long gray hair, wearing a knitted beanie, smiling beside a large steaming pot. Men (7): 2 with long hair past shoulders: one blond, one dark-haired — both wear round glasses. 2 identical Peruvian twin men (indigenous features, warm brown skin, short dark hair). 2 with short black hair: one clean-shaven, one with light/goatee beard. 1 with thick black mustache and short black hair. Women (11 total, including the elderly woman): 1 with short blond hair. 1 Ecuadorian woman (light brown skin, straight dark hair). 6 with long dark/black hair (2 curly, 3 straight — one with blunt bangs — and 1 newly added: straight dark hair, mid-back length, gentle smile). 1 with curly blond hair. 1 redhead with long wavy hair. 1 elderly woman (long gray hair, beanie, at table end). Composition: circular or oval table, all figures facing inward, engaged, utensils set, plates with steam rising — everyone is present, seated, and ready to begin the meal. Style: expressive doodle/line art, warm atmosphere, high clarity, no photorealism, no distortion. Whimsical yet respectful diversity. Background softly blurred to emphasize table and people."*

9 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 in a professional and natural grip, nestled between my index and middle fingers, with my thumb resting lightly against the side for control. my fingers are slightly curved, and the lit end of the cigarette glows faintly as i take a slow drag. the smoke rises in thin, swirling trails, dissipating near the open window. outside, the cityscape of tehran stretches into the distance. the sky is darkening, transitioning into night with a deep blue hue. streetlights and apartment windows begin to illuminate, creating a warm contrast against the cool evening tones. far in the background, the milad tower stands tall but blurred, its silhouette faintly visible with the observation deck’s lights subtly glowing through the atmospheric haze. inside, the lighting is dim, mainly illuminated by the soft glow from outside. the scene carries a moody, introspective tone. my grip on the cigarette remains steady, experienced, as i take another slow, deliberate inhale, the ember briefly intensifying before fading again.

6 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out full body view High resolution photography, beautiful succubus fighting a Mexican female Brujos exorcist. The succubus is from an ancient temple. She is rising from the flames of an ancient fire, as the beautiful succubus rises from the flames she begins to take shape. The succubus is angry and is she is wearing an Incan designed beaded headband with colorful feathers, she is wearing a feather top, bare midriff, and short feather skirt, with gold choker, wrist, and ankle bracelets. She has colorful ancient Incan tattoos. She has dark blue eyes with long beautiful lashes, dark eyeshadow, pouty red lips, long black hair and bangs in a single braid hanging in the front with colorful feathers at the end of the braid, her is blowing in the turbulent air around the fire, there are small demons emerging from the flames with her. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Purple, and orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

6 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out full body view High resolution photography, beautiful succubus fighting a Mexican female Brujos exorcist. The succubus is from an ancient temple. She is rising from the flames of an ancient fire, as the beautiful succubus rises from the flames she begins to take shape. The succubus is angry and is she is wearing an Incan designed beaded headband with colorful feathers, she is wearing a feather top, bare midriff, and short feather skirt, with gold choker, wrist, and ankle bracelets. She has colorful ancient Incan tattoos. She has dark blue eyes with long beautiful lashes, dark eyeshadow, pouty red lips, long black hair and bangs in a single braid hanging in the front with colorful feathers at the end of the braid, her is blowing in the turbulent air around the fire, there are small demons emerging from the flames with her. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Purple, and orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

6 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out full body view High resolution photography, beautiful succubus fighting a Mexican female Brujos exorcist. The succubus is from an ancient temple. She is rising from the flames of an ancient fire, as the beautiful succubus rises from the flames she begins to take shape. The succubus is angry and is she is wearing an Incan designed beaded headband with colorful feathers, she is wearing a feather top, bare midriff, and short feather skirt, with gold choker, wrist, and ankle bracelets. She has colorful ancient Incan tattoos. She has dark blue eyes with long beautiful lashes, dark eyeshadow, pouty red lips, long black hair and bangs in a single braid hanging in the front with colorful feathers at the end of the braid, her is blowing in the turbulent air around the fire, there are small demons emerging from the flames with her. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Purple, and orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

6 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out full body view High resolution photography, beautiful succubus fighting a Mexican female Brujos exorcist. The succubus is from an ancient temple. She is rising from the flames of an ancient fire, as the beautiful succubus rises from the flames she begins to take shape. The succubus is angry and is she is wearing an Incan designed beaded headband with colorful feathers, she is wearing a feather top, bare midriff, and short feather skirt, with gold choker, wrist, and ankle bracelets. She has colorful ancient Incan tattoos. She has dark blue eyes with long beautiful lashes, dark eyeshadow, pouty red lips, long black hair and bangs in a single braid hanging in the front with colorful feathers at the end of the braid, her is blowing in the turbulent air around the fire, there are small demons emerging from the flames with her. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Purple, and orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

6 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out full body view High resolution photography, beautiful succubus fighting a Mexican female Brujos exorcist. The succubus is from an ancient temple. She is rising from the flames of an ancient fire, as the beautiful succubus rises from the flames she begins to take shape. The succubus is angry and is she is wearing an Incan designed beaded headband with colorful feathers, she is wearing a feather top, bare midriff, and short feather skirt, with gold choker, wrist, and ankle bracelets. She has colorful ancient Incan tattoos. She has dark blue eyes with long beautiful lashes, dark eyeshadow, pouty red lips, long black hair and bangs in a single braid hanging in the front with colorful feathers at the end of the braid, her is blowing in the turbulent air around the fire, there are small demons emerging from the flames with her. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Purple, and orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

6 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out full body view High resolution photography, beautiful succubus fighting a Mexican female Brujos exorcist. The succubus is from an ancient temple. She is rising from the flames of an ancient fire, as the beautiful succubus rises from the flames she begins to take shape. The succubus is angry and is she is wearing an Incan designed beaded headband with colorful feathers, she is wearing a feather top, bare midriff, and short feather skirt, with gold choker, wrist, and ankle bracelets. She has colorful ancient Incan tattoos. She has dark blue eyes with long beautiful lashes, dark eyeshadow, pouty red lips, long black hair and bangs in a single braid hanging in the front with colorful feathers at the end of the braid, her is blowing in the turbulent air around the fire, there are small demons emerging from the flames with her. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Purple, and orange sunset in the background. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

5 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.