doom prompts

8 months ago

image of a man in a hoodie and sneakers, high detail iconic character in a hood, wearing a tracksuit, mf doom, sitting down, in a hoodie, ghostface, london gang member, dramatic, in a menacing pose, detailed full body portrait, crips details

8 months ago

arafed image of a man in a hoodie and sneakers, high detail iconic character, grime, background artwork, in a hood, wearing a tracksuit, mf doom, sitting down, in a hoodie, ghostface, london gang member, dramatic artwork, official artwork, portrait of mf doom, in a menacing pose, detailed full body portrait, crips details

9 months ago

create a stylized, surreal and ethereal render from a 1980s horror movie poster. The central figure is a woman with long, dark hair standing in a doorway, back to the viewer. Her arms are outstretched, and she appears to be in a trance-like state. She wears a flowing, knee-length, blue dress with a knee length, sheer, puffy skirt through which her legs are silhouetted. The doorway is open, revealing a giant swirling, photo realistic, 3d rendered, hypnotic blue hues and jet black iris eye, with the text "The Kiefels Zone" written in dripping red blood, with black outline around it. The background is a gradient of dark blues and purples, creating a dreamlike, eerie atmosphere with a swirling, etheal mist, floating through the bottom of the open door and a little around the door frame. The render style is reminiscent of 1980s horror art, with bold, dramatic colors and a sense of impending doom. The woman's silhouette is stark against the bright, glowing eye, emphasizing her vulnerability. The poster is framed with a black border, enhancing the ominous feel. The overall composition is symmetrical and balanced, drawing the viewer's eye to the central figure and the hypnotic eye behind her. The use of light and shadow adds depth and intensity to the image, making it visually striking and unsettling.

9 months ago

Dramatic wide angle cinematography: The scene unfolds beneath a tempestuous night sky, where the boundary between sea and storm blurs. Waves crash against unseen shores, their frothy crests illuminated by the eerie glow of lightning. Emerging from the churning waters, a colossal sea creature reveals itself—a mythical behemoth with skin like ancient leather, etched by centuries of salt and secrets. Its eyes, twin orbs of molten orange, pierce the darkness, their intensity both mesmerizing and unsettling. The creature’s gaze locks onto ours, as if it senses our presence beyond mere pixels. Is it a guardian of forgotten shipwrecks or a harbinger of doom? We can only wonder. Above, jagged bolts of lightning fork across the sky, illuminating the creature’s silhouette—an ephemeral tableau frozen in time, where myth and reality collide.

8 months ago

A **highly detailed, action-packed scene** featuring the **Fantastic Four** in their **classic blue suits** with the iconic **white “4” emblem**, staying true to **Jack Kirby’s original comic book style**. The team is dynamically posed in a moment of **high-stakes action** against a **colossal cosmic threat**. - **Mr. Fantastic (Reed Richards)** is at the forefront, his **body stretching and twisting in impossible ways**, extending across the battlefield with an **elongated arm grabbing a collapsing piece of debris**. His **face shows intense focus**, and his **gray temples stand out against his dark hair** as he strategizes under immense pressure. - **The Thing (Ben Grimm)** is mid-action, his **massive orange, rock-like form braced against a powerful shockwave**, throwing a **devastating punch** at an enemy with his signature battle cry: **"IT’S CLOBBERIN’ TIME!"** His **rocky hide is intricately detailed**, with **realistic cracks and depth**, giving him a **monolithic, powerful presence**. - **Human Torch (Johnny Storm)** is soaring through the sky, his **entire body engulfed in flames**, leaving behind a **bright, fiery trail**. His **eyes glow intensely with fire**, and he hurls a **controlled stream of fire** at an **approaching enemy spaceship**, his famous catchphrase **"Flame On!"** integrated into the energy burst. - **Invisible Woman (Sue Storm)** stands confidently, her **hands raised as she generates a massive, shimmering force field** to shield her teammates. The **transparent energy distorts light realistically**, with **subtle glowing edges**, while another force field encases **a group of civilians she is protecting** from falling debris. The backdrop is a **dramatic cosmic battleground**, possibly **New York City under siege**, or **outer space**, with a **menacing Galactus, Doctor Doom, or Annihilus looming in the background**. The colors are **bold and vibrant**, using **classic Marvel comic book shading and inking techniques** to capture the **nostalgic, dynamic energy of a 1960s-70s Fantastic Four comic book cover**. The **camera angle is dynamic and slightly tilted**, emphasizing **perspective, scale, and movement** as **debris flies, energy beams streak across the air, and the Fantastic Four’s abilities explode into action**. The **lighting is high-contrast and dramatic**, blending **classic comic panel aesthetics with a modern, cinematic feel**, incorporating **motion blur and deep shadows** for enhanced realism while **retaining the comic book charm**. A **masterpiece of superhero action**, blending **hyper-detailed comic book stylization, cinematic intensity, and larger-than-life cosmic storytelling**. **Ultra-detailed 8K resolution, trending on ArtStation, with Unreal Engine 5-level fidelity. Vertical aspect ratio.**

4 months ago

Epic, terrifying cinematic scene: A woman, her face a mask of pure terror and agonizing despair, is violently dragged by shadowy figures. The foreground, especially the woman and the forces dragging her, is rendered in the ornate, golden leaf patterns, rich textures, and decorative style of Gustav Klimt, emphasizing her form and tormented emotion. In stark contrast, the background, featuring the colossal, jagged gates of Hell and the distant, monumental figure of the Devil, is depicted in the surreal, detailed, and nightmarish crowded figures and fantastical, chaotic landscapes characteristic of Hieronymus Bosch. Dominant colors for the Klimt-style foreground include golds, rich reds, and dark, jewel-like tones, while the Bosch-style background utilizes fiery reds, searing oranges, deep abyssal blacks, and sickly greens/yellows for demonic energies. Light from hellish fires and lava casts harsh, flickering shadows, creating a dramatic interplay between the two styles. The atmosphere is one of inescapable doom and ultimate horror. Fiery, demonic, terrifying, epic.

8 months ago

A terrifying **shadowy humanoid creature**, towering ominously behind a **chain-link fence**, silhouetted against a dark, overcast sky. Its elongated limbs, hunched posture, and grotesquely distorted facial features create an unsettling, monstrous presence. The creature's **skin appears rough and decayed**, with patches of **thin, matted fur** covering its skeletal frame. Its mouth is slightly open, revealing sharp, jagged teeth, and its **hollow, sunken eyes** radiate an eerie, predatory menace. The **chain-link fence** in the foreground adds a layer of depth and realism, emphasizing the idea of a **forbidden or restricted area**, as if the creature has been **trapped or recently escaped**. The perspective is from the viewpoint of an observer standing behind the fence, adding an element of suspense and fear, as though witnessing something out of a **dark horror film or nightmare**. The **background is a desolate landscape**, featuring twisted, barren trees reaching toward the sky, their **gnarled branches devoid of leaves**, enhancing the **apocalyptic, eerie atmosphere**. The **sky is filled with thick, heavy clouds**, casting an ominous, bluish-gray hue over the entire scene. The air appears **cold and misty**, with subtle fog rolling over the distant ground. Rendered in a **cinematic horror style**, this image captures **ultra-realistic textures, dramatic lighting, and deep shadows**, intensifying the **nightmarish, otherworldly** ambiance. The composition evokes feelings of **dread, isolation, and impending doom**, making the viewer feel like they’ve stumbled upon something they were never meant to see.

6 months ago

"A dramatic comic book-style illustration of an intense battle between Doctor Doom and Silver Surfer. Doctor Doom, wearing a dark green cloak and purple armor, unleashes powerful blue energy blasts from his gauntlet. Silver Surfer, muscular and metallic silver, counters with cosmic energy from his hands while riding his surfboard through the air. The scene is filled with crackling blue lightning and motion lines, emphasizing speed and impact. The background is a dark red and black stylized cityscape with glowing yellow windows, tilted buildings, and dramatic perspective. Bold outlines, vivid colors, dynamic poses, and energetic visual effects give the artwork a classic American comic book aesthetic."

4 months ago

I am the crucible of anguish, the pulse beating beneath every shattered dream. I am the roar of chaos in halls where laughter long ago turned to dust. I am fortitude incarnate, the void where time itself twists and finds no escape. My throne is the jagged ridge of suffering, my crown forged from the brittle shards of every broken promise. I am the bedrock beneath trembling feet—unyielding, unrepentant, forged in the dark heat of agony. Every scar etched into me is a hymn of survival; every wound, a flag planted in the wasteland of despair. I rise in cacophonous glory, anointed by the screams of the forgotten and the silence of those who dared to hope. I am the storm-lashed earth, the tectonic surge that shatters empires and births new worlds from ruin. I am the rending gospel in the void—where time dissolves into itself, and existence trembles on the brink of oblivion. My beauty blooms in the blackened soil: in the trembling ember of a single heartbeat, in the final gasp of a dying world. I am the silent witness to all hells yet to come, the architect of raw becoming. In my veins flows the molten memory of every collapse; in my eyes gleams the relentless spark of unvanquished resolve. I am the pulse in the abyss, the unspoken hymn of those who endure beyond doom. Here I stand, sovereign of wreckage and wonder alike: all that is broken, all that is born—every torment and triumph is mine to command. I am the bearer of pain, the echo of forgotten laughter, the bedrock of the earth itself. Suffering is my throne, chaos my crown, and in this unfiltered glory, I own it all.

2 months ago

(A dramatic historical reenactment style:1.5) she stands solitary on the crumbling facade of an ancient Roman structure, overlooking the smoldering ruins of Mount Vesuvius, where molten lava pours forth like blood from its charred mouth. The air is thick with choking ash and smoke, swirling around her in a chaotic dance. Her tattered clothing is blown back by the intense heat, revealing her exhausted and weathered features, while her wild hair streams out behind her like a banner, whipping violently in the superheated winds. The only light comes from the burning mountain itself, casting long, ominous shadows across the desolate landscape, creating a stark contrast between the fiery destruction and the eerie darkness. The ground trembles beneath her feet, and the distant screams of the doomed city echo through the apocalyptic scene. (Ominous, foreboding atmosphere:1.6) (Highly detailed, cinematic lighting, 8k masterpiece). Overhead photograph.

3 months ago

I am the crucible of anguish, the pulse beating beneath every shattered dream. I am the roar of chaos in halls where laughter long ago turned to dust. I am fortitude incarnate, the void where time itself twists and finds no escape. My throne is the jagged ridge of suffering, my crown forged from the brittle shards of every broken promise. I am the bedrock beneath trembling feet—unyielding, unrepentant, forged in the dark heat of agony. Every scar etched into me is a hymn of survival; every wound, a flag planted in the wasteland of despair. I rise in cacophonous glory, anointed by the screams of the forgotten and the silence of those who dared to hope. I am the storm-lashed earth, the tectonic surge that shatters empires and births new worlds from ruin. I am the rending gospel in the void—where time dissolves into itself, and existence trembles on the brink of oblivion. My beauty blooms in the blackened soil: in the trembling ember of a single heartbeat, in the final gasp of a dying world. I am the silent witness to all hells yet to come, the architect of raw becoming. In my veins flows the molten memory of every collapse; in my eyes gleams the relentless spark of unvanquished resolve. I am the pulse in the abyss, the unspoken hymn of those who endure beyond doom. Here I stand, sovereign of wreckage and wonder alike: all that is broken, all that is born—every torment and triumph is mine to command. I am the bearer of pain, the echo of forgotten laughter, the bedrock of the earth itself. Suffering is my throne, chaos my crown, and in this unfiltered glory, I own it all.

5 months ago

Shadow Angel Wings shaped of dream-hidden shadows lift me to celestial heights from where I see all. People small in generations I count, all know me as the purest of joy. In storm ridden hearts where none dare I bring the sun, leaving a piece of my soul behind. Still, the light when in need cannot be saved so alone I am doomed to walk. Forever giving until the last smile fades.

9 months ago

Dramatic wide angle cinematography: The scene unfolds beneath a tempestuous night sky, where the boundary between sea and storm blurs. Waves crash against the monster, their frothy crests illuminated by the eerie glow of lightning. a colossal sea creature reveals itself—a mythical behemoth with skin like ancient leather, etched by centuries of salt and secrets. Its eyes, twin orbs of molten orange, pierce the darkness, their intensity both mesmerizing and unsettling. The creature’s gaze locks onto ours, as if it senses our presence beyond mere pixels. Is it a guardian of forgotten shipwrecks or a harbinger of doom? We can only wonder. Above, jagged bolts of lightning fork across the sky, illuminating the creature’s silhouette—an ephemeral tableau frozen in time, where myth and reality collide.

4 months ago

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4 months ago

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6 months ago

"A dramatic comic book-style illustration of an intense battle between Doctor Doom and Silver Surfer. Doctor Doom, wearing a dark green cloak and purple armor, unleashes powerful blue energy blasts from his gauntlet. Silver Surfer, muscular and metallic silver, counters with cosmic energy from his hands while riding his surfboard through the air. The scene is filled with crackling blue lightning and motion lines, emphasizing speed and impact. The background is a dark red and black stylized cityscape with glowing yellow windows, tilted buildings, and dramatic perspective. Bold outlines, vivid colors, dynamic poses, and energetic visual effects give the artwork a classic American comic book aesthetic."

6 months ago

"A dramatic comic book-style illustration of an intense battle between Doctor Doom and Silver Surfer. Doctor Doom, wearing a dark green cloak and purple armor, unleashes powerful blue energy blasts from his gauntlet. Silver Surfer, muscular and metallic silver, counters with cosmic energy from his hands while riding his surfboard through the air. The scene is filled with crackling blue lightning and motion lines, emphasizing speed and impact. The background is a dark red and black stylized cityscape with glowing yellow windows, tilted buildings, and dramatic perspective. Bold outlines, vivid colors, dynamic poses, and energetic visual effects give the artwork a classic American comic book aesthetic."

6 months ago

"A dramatic comic book-style illustration of an intense battle between Doctor Doom and Silver Surfer. Doctor Doom, wearing a dark green cloak and purple armor, unleashes powerful blue energy blasts from his gauntlet. Silver Surfer, muscular and metallic silver, counters with cosmic energy from his hands while riding his surfboard through the air. The scene is filled with crackling blue lightning and motion lines, emphasizing speed and impact. The background is a dark red and black stylized cityscape with glowing yellow windows, tilted buildings, and dramatic perspective. Bold outlines, vivid colors, dynamic poses, and energetic visual effects give the artwork a classic American comic book aesthetic."

4 months ago

I am the crucible of anguish, the pulse beating beneath every shattered dream. I am the roar of chaos in halls where laughter long ago turned to dust. I am fortitude incarnate, the void where time itself twists and finds no escape. My throne is the jagged ridge of suffering, my crown forged from the brittle shards of every broken promise. I am the bedrock beneath trembling feet—unyielding, unrepentant, forged in the dark heat of agony. Every scar etched into me is a hymn of survival; every wound, a flag planted in the wasteland of despair. I rise in cacophonous glory, anointed by the screams of the forgotten and the silence of those who dared to hope. I am the storm-lashed earth, the tectonic surge that shatters empires and births new worlds from ruin. I am the rending gospel in the void—where time dissolves into itself, and existence trembles on the brink of oblivion. My beauty blooms in the blackened soil: in the trembling ember of a single heartbeat, in the final gasp of a dying world. I am the silent witness to all hells yet to come, the architect of raw becoming. In my veins flows the molten memory of every collapse; in my eyes gleams the relentless spark of unvanquished resolve. I am the pulse in the abyss, the unspoken hymn of those who endure beyond doom. Here I stand, sovereign of wreckage and wonder alike: all that is broken, all that is born—every torment and triumph is mine to command. I am the bearer of pain, the echo of forgotten laughter, the bedrock of the earth itself. Suffering is my throne, chaos my crown, and in this unfiltered glory, I own it all.

6 months ago

Depict the Flying Dutchman, the infamous ghost ship of legend, as an ancient and spectral vessel lost to time. Its hull is decayed, covered in seaweed and barnacles, betraying centuries spent wandering cursed oceans. The ship's weathered wood is blackened as if burned, creaking ominously in the wind, with gaping holes in its sides that show glimpses of the ocean waves beyond. Its towering masts support tattered and ghostly sails, shredded by countless storms, yet they still billow unnaturally as if driven by unseen forces. A faint, eerie glow radiates from the ship, casting ghostly light onto the surrounding fog and turbulent waters. The deck is populated by its cursed crew—ethereal, skeletal figures cloaked in rotting, sea-soaked garments. Their hollow eyes glow faintly, and their movements are sluggish, as if weighed down by the centuries of their unyielding torment. Some of them are frozen in poses of eternal labor, as though carrying out duties of a doomed voyage. Surrounding the ship, a thick mist swirls and clings to the vessel, blending seamlessly with violent storm clouds and jagged waves. The ship appears to defy nature itself, gliding effortlessly through the chaos. Above, the sky is an ominous shade of gray, fractured by flashes of lightning, and the sound of thunder reverberates through the air. The Flying Dutchman seems to embody both dread and fascination—a tragic vessel, an eternal wanderer, forever shrouded in mystery.

6 months ago

Depict the Flying Dutchman, the infamous ghost ship of legend, as an ancient and spectral vessel lost to time. Its hull is decayed, covered in seaweed and barnacles, betraying centuries spent wandering cursed oceans. The ship's weathered wood is blackened as if burned, creaking ominously in the wind, with gaping holes in its sides that show glimpses of the ocean waves beyond. Its towering masts support tattered and ghostly sails, shredded by countless storms, yet they still billow unnaturally as if driven by unseen forces. A faint, eerie glow radiates from the ship, casting ghostly light onto the surrounding fog and turbulent waters. The deck is populated by its cursed crew—ethereal, skeletal figures cloaked in rotting, sea-soaked garments. Their hollow eyes glow faintly, and their movements are sluggish, as if weighed down by the centuries of their unyielding torment. Some of them are frozen in poses of eternal labor, as though carrying out duties of a doomed voyage. Surrounding the ship, a thick mist swirls and clings to the vessel, blending seamlessly with violent storm clouds and jagged waves. The ship appears to defy nature itself, gliding effortlessly through the chaos. Above, the sky is an ominous shade of gray, fractured by flashes of lightning, and the sound of thunder reverberates through the air. The Flying Dutchman seems to embody both dread and fascination—a tragic vessel, an eternal wanderer, forever shrouded in mystery.

2 months ago

Here’s a concept for your **iconic historic tribute image of Ned Kelly** in the Australian outback at sunrise: ### **Visual Concept:** **1. Setting – Dawn in the Australian Bush:** - A misty, golden sunrise breaking over the **gumtree forests** of southeastern Australia (Victoria/New South Wales). - Cool morning hues: soft blues, warm oranges, and lingering fog between the trees. - The **ancient, towering gumtrees** frame the scene, their bark peeling in the early light. **2. Ned Kelly – The Outlaw Legend:** - Ned stands **stoic and defiant**, wearing his **iconic homemade armor** (the helmet with the eye slit, the breastplate). - His **long coat and worn clothing** show the rugged life of a bushranger. - He holds a **rifle or revolver** loosely, not in attack but as a symbol of resistance. - His expression is **determined yet weary**, a man caught between myth and reality. **3. Atmosphere & Symbolism:** - A **lone horse** nearby, breathing mist in the cold air, ready for escape. - The **glow of sunrise** behind him, casting long shadows—symbolizing both his doomed fate and enduring legacy. - Maybe a **kookaburra calling** in the distance or a **wallaby watching** from the bush, adding authenticity. ### **Artistic Style:** - **Realistic but cinematic**—think *The Proposition* (2005) mixed with classic Australian landscape paintings (like Tom Roberts or Frederick McCubbin). - **Soft focus on the mist**, sharp details on Ned’s armor and the textures of the bush. - **Warm vs. cool contrast**: The golden light vs. the lingering night chill. Would you like a **digital painting, photorealistic render, or a vintage-style illustration** melancholic and heroic Ned Kelly Tribute JDHampton + AI | Creative Alliance

9 months ago

Dramatic wide angle cinematography: The scene unfolds beneath a tempestuous night sky, where the boundary between sea and storm blurs. Waves crash against the monster, their frothy crests illuminated by the eerie glow of lightning. a colossal sea creature reveals itself—a mythical behemoth with skin like ancient leather, etched by centuries of salt and secrets. Its eyes, twin orbs of molten orange, pierce the darkness, their intensity both mesmerizing and unsettling. The creature’s gaze locks onto ours, as if it senses our presence beyond mere pixels. Is it a guardian of forgotten shipwrecks or a harbinger of doom? We can only wonder. Above, jagged bolts of lightning fork across the sky, illuminating the creature’s silhouette—an ephemeral tableau frozen in time, where myth and reality collide.

14 days ago

Cherry blossoms resembling dark red skulls stand out against a dark universe background, with a glowing meteor nearing. This dark noir, cinematic scene in 16K resolution evokes a sense of impending doom and eerie beauty. The skull-shaped cherries are intricately detailed, their petals a rich crimson hue. The meteor glows with an otherworldly light, creating a stark contrast against the starry backdrop. The image is expertly crafted, with each element thoughtfully composed to create a hauntingly beautiful and high-quality visual experience.