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torn clothes FLUX prompts

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4 months ago

((gritty, hyperrealistic painting:1.5)), ((Hulk and Superman locked in a brutal power struggle:1.5)), both hands clasped, fingers interlocked in a violent test of strength, muscles straining, tendons stretched to the limit. Superman, bruised, grounded, is down on one knee, his body twisting with resistance, arms trembling as he holds back the massive force bearing down on him. His blue suit is torn, his face bloodied, hair matted with sweat and soot, but his gaze is clear and defiant—no glowing eyes, only human resolve. The Hulk towers over him, full height—3 meters tall, 500 kilograms of brute muscle, drenched in sweat, skin streaked with grime and ash. His monstrous body looms with dominance, feet planted wide, both arms pressing down, veins bulging, face twisted in a roar of exertion. His skin cracks around his fists from the sheer pressure, saliva flying from his mouth as he snarls through clenched teeth. The ground beneath Superman’s knee is shattered, pressed inward by the weight. Shockwaves ripple through the dust, small stones hover in midair. The scene is dense with smoke, ash, and heat distortion, the ambient firelight casting flickering shadows over their bodies. Style: painted like an epic oil tableau—Caravaggio-like lighting, Repin’s anatomical drama, Beksiński’s apocalyptic ambiance. Every detail captured: grit on skin, blood at the lip, wrinkles in fabric, cracked stone, drifting embers, clenched fingers locked in struggle. Lighting: heavy chiaroscuro—low directional light from fires around them, long shadows falling across Superman’s face, rim lighting highlighting Hulk’s upper body, emphasizing the scale difference without diminishing the tension. Camera angle: low and close, from Superman’s left side, showing his knee pressed into shattered ground, arms lifted to hold off Hulk’s crushing weight. Hulk fills the vertical space, Superman dominates the emotional weight—a visual of pressure and refusal to yield. Art direction for Flux: – Hulk is 3m tall, 500kg, physically overwhelming, rendered with full weight and scale – Superman is human-scale, on one knee, but braced and locked in—the underdog with unbreakable resolve – Style: dark painterly realism, anatomical accuracy, no stylization, no superpowers shown – Textures: bruised flesh, torn cloth, cracked stone, sweat, grit, tension in the hands and faces – Environment: scorched battlefield, ambient smoke, sparks, fractured terrain, faint firelight – Theme: mythic struggle, physical scale vs inner will—no victor yet, only raw contest

9 months ago

Mareth stands as a fierce and enigmatic figure, her presence commanding yet mysterious. Her features are striking, with strong, angular lines that reflect her heritage and untapped power. Her eyes are deep and intense, a unique shade of green with gold flecks, hinting at her magical abilities and the wild energy that courses through her. Her dark brown hair is long and tousled, falling in loose waves around her shoulders, with a few strands falling haphazardly across her face, adding a sense of untamed freedom to her appearance. She wears a practical yet striking outfit that balances both the ruggedness required by the world of Shannara and her mysterious, magical nature. Mareth’s ensemble consists of a dark, fitted tunic made of leather and cloth, designed for movement and survival in the wild. The tunic is adorned with subtle, ancient markings that glow faintly, hinting at her connection to the magic of the Elves. Over the tunic, she wears a light, weathered cloak, which is both functional and symbolic of her journey—its edges frayed and torn from constant use in the harsh terrain. Around her neck, Mareth wears a simple but significant pendant, a small crystal or rune that serves as a focal point for her magical abilities. Her hands are adorned with subtle rings and bracelets, each one linked to her magical prowess and personal history. On her forearms, leather bracers are tightly bound, providing protection and practicality as she navigates the dangers around her. Her expression is calm yet resolute, hinting at both her strength and her inner turmoil. There’s an air of wisdom and determination in her gaze, reflecting her complex nature as both a survivor and someone deeply connected to the ancient magic that shapes her world. The background is a lush, verdant forest, with towering trees and thick underbrush, bathed in the soft, dappled light of a setting sun. The forest is alive with ancient energy, and the air is thick with both magic and mystery. Mareth stands confidently in the foreground, her posture strong yet subtly tense, as if ready to confront the challenges that lie ahead. The light catches the edges of her cloak and the intricate details of her attire, creating a sense of contrast between the natural world and the magical force that she embodies.