moths prompts

8 months ago

A **breathtaking, ultra-detailed macro photograph** capturing the **sheer majesty of the Atlas moth (Attacus atlas)**, the **largest moth in the world**, resting gracefully on a **rugged, moss-covered tree branch** deep within the **lush, tropical rainforests of Southeast Asia**.

7 months ago

1. Main subject: (Synthwave-infused stylized moth emblem wings unfurled majestically encased by textured 3D raised metallic encirclement :2.8). Crisp geometric angles inlaid alongside smoothly curving silky textured sheen creating enticing tactile-visceral appeal. 2. Background/ Setting: Futuristic minimalist backdrop where digital glitch dance across pristine metallics creating neon light infusion in abstracts as hues pulse :1.3. 3. Style /Mood: Mysterious, dramatic, yet strangely enticing. Refractive gleams add enticing appeal under dimly illuminated yet pulsating atmosphere of electric aura and tantalizing beats :1.9 4. Detailed features: Pristine digitally perfected lines encasing main feature. 5. Lighting/ Effects: Monochromatic infusions interlaced by vivid neon accents in striking yet tasteful juxtaposition. Perfectly blends glistening reflective

3 months ago

A maiden with soft eyes like funeral tapers, And face that seemed wrought out of moonlit vapours, And a sad mouth, that fear made tremulous As any ruddy moth, looked down on us; And she with a wave-rusted chain was tied To two old eagles, full of ancient pride, That with dim eyeballs stood on either side. Few feathers were on their dishevelled wings, For their dim minds were with the ancient things.

12 days ago

lazypos, <lora:lazypos:1>, masterpiece, best quality, full body portrait, surreal fantastical monster girl, fusion of moth, crocodile, and cosmic ballerina automaton, massive layered moth wings glowing with constellations and arcane diagrams, elongated reptilian limbs with celestial scales and jointed doll hinges, crocodilian tail with embedded gemstones and golden inlays, porcelain faceplate with hollow starlight eyes and no mouth, crown of broken astrolabes and fractured timepieces orbiting her head, asymmetrical baroque corset carved from ivory and crystal, limbs wrapped in torn velvet ribbons inscribed with glowing runes, four arms posed mid-spin, two grasping long silk banners that dissolve into cosmic dust, floating mid-dance with spine twisted unnaturally, one leg outstretched, toes barely touching a floating marble fragment, extreme dutch angle, ultra low-angle POV, intense foreshortening, telephoto portrait lens compression, divine rim lighting in violet starlight and burning silver, background of an infinite void ballroom with shattered planetary rings and drifting cathedral ruins, glowing symbols rotating in the distance, ambient celestial fog and drifting embers, palette of iridescent obsidian, deep sapphire, holy gold, and spectral orchid, cel-shaded with glowing painterly highlights, hyper-detailed ink linework, cosmic horror-ballet aesthetic, divine relic-dancer of a dead star, hauntingly beautiful, tragic motion frozen in divine time

7 months ago

A lavish, cinematic digital painting reimagining mythic cyberpunk opulence through the lens of a bioluminescent Noh theater—fusing ultra-detailed Ghibli fantasy, neo-Japanese surrealism, and Arcane-inspired sci-fi spectacle. At the heart, a mysterious, androgynous muse—part AI-oracle, part celestial performer—stands en pointe within a gravity-defying, holographic lotus stage. Their skin: glassy moonstone, veined with shimmering turquoise and sunset-gold light, electric magenta circuitry blossoming into fluid sakura fractals drifting across their visage. Their wide, uncanny eyes—mirrored galaxies of swirling emerald, sapphire, and orchid—reflect an endless, refraction-bent city teeming with animated avatars and endless procession, with digital rain and neon kirin stampeding in their irises. Cascading obsidian hair erupts in a swirling mandala, threaded with superconductive ribbons, micro-LED plum petals, and kinetic origami masks—each mask radiating emotive AR expressions, fluttering and dissolving into spectral code. An ethereal crown of phonon crystals hovers above, flanked by infinite AR kanji sigils and orbiting fractal petals, casting intricate prismatic shadows across their poised silhouette. Adorned in a kimono of starlit charcoal and burning lapis, intricate with animated brocade: koi dragons leap between rivers of golden circuitry; holographic wisteria streams intertwine with hologram smoke-spirits and calligraphic moths, trailing spell-script that drifts into the night air. Futurist armor fans flicker at their shoulders, projecting ephemeral spirit-foxes and writhing nebula tendrils that ripple around their gestures. The stage hovers within a mountainous enclave of gleaming jade and liquid onyx, flooded under a fractured digital sakura moon—its glow split by pixel storms and drifting spectral gears, beams of programmable light diffusing through vapor and nanogel rain. Ghostly reflections pool on lacquered obsidian, animated petals dissolving into iridescent fog as glitched cranes and jellyfish-drones spiral overhead. Atmosphere suffused with living myth: every element pulses between ancient artisan motifs and morphing quantum filigree, tradition re-forged as sentient fractal data. The emotional current is at once haunting and transcendent—post-human radiance, elegiac longing, and digital divinity in ultra-high-definition, with soft cinematic skimming light and luminous, surreal details.

6 months ago

A gritty, darkly comedic comic panel featuring elderly versions of Harley Quinn and the Joker crashing a somber funeral. Harley, now in her late 70s, wears a wildly inappropriate red-and-black mourning dress with combat boots, smudged rouge, and a cane she clearly doesn’t need — she’s dancing on a tombstone with a lit firecracker in hand. Old Joker is hunched, sharp-eyed, with wild white hair and cracked face paint over deep wrinkles, wearing a moth-eaten purple suit and grinning as he tips over the casket mid-eulogy. He holds a balloon that reads "You’re Next!" in jagged lettering. The mourners — dressed in black — are frozen in comic-style horror, some ducking, some weeping, others chasing after the chaos. Rain pours down dramatically, umbrellas flipping in the wind, adding visual flair. The color palette is muted with splashes of bright, jarring tones around Harley and Joker — like their madness refuses to fade with age. Text boxes add their sarcastic quips. High-detail, graphic novel aesthetic, with dark humor, expressive ink lines, and stylized comic sound effects like “THUD,” “SPLASH,” and “GRANNY’S GOT GAME!”

1 month ago

a realistic emotional fantasy portrait of a woman born of living flame, her face woven from firelight and shadows, eyes alive with fluttering fiery moths — tiny burning souls dancing in her gaze, veins of molten fire glowing beneath her skin, thin cracks of bright lava light tracing across her face and neck, her skin almost unable to contain the blaze within, radiant heat shimmering in the air around her, embers drifting, a mythic aura of power and desire, her radiance eclipses the sun while her shadow freezes the heart, cinematic lighting, glowing reds, oranges, and golds, hyper-realistic painterly fantasy realism, poetic legend, 8k masterpiece, emotionally intense, ethereal and powerful

5 months ago

A cubist painting, characterized by fragmented geometric shapes and multiple viewpoints, depicts a bone courtesan in a crimson velvet gown standing on a cobblestone street outside a bayou cabaret. Her gown's fabric is rendered in fractured planes of rich red and deep burgundy, with shimmering gold accents. Her face is a mosaic of angular planes, with gold-leaf lined eyes that gleam with a knowing smirk. Raven feather curls cascade around her head, their shapes disrupted and reassembled in a cubist fashion. She wears thigh-high stockings adorned with death's-head moths, a motif that is both beautiful and unsettling in the cubist context. In her hand, she holds a bat-wing fan, its delicate structure juxtaposed against the sharp lines of the scene. The street is a chaotic arrangement of geometric shapes, with buildings and trees fractured and reinterpreted through a cubist lens. The bayou, a dark and mysterious element, frames the cabaret in the background, its shadowy forms contributing to the cubist atmosphere.

5 months ago

A bone courtesan, adorned in a crimson velvet gown that clings to her skeletal form, stands in the dimly lit doorway of a bayou cabaret. Her thigh-high stockings are intricately decorated with death's-head moths, a chilling contrast to the luxurious fabric. Her raven feather curls shimmer under the flickering gaslight, casting dramatic shadows across her face. A smirk plays on her lips, her eyes outlined with shimmering gold leaf, adding to her enigmatic allure. A fan crafted from bat wings flutters slowly in her hand, a macabre accessory that adds to the gothic atmosphere. The air is thick with the heady perfume of clove and rose, a haunting fragrance that permeates the scene. The rich, shadowed lighting accentuates the gothic mysticism of the scene, highlighting the stark contrast between the courtesan's ethereal beauty and the decadent setting. This luxurious Southern horror glamour is a chilling vision of a dark and alluring underworld

7 months ago

A lavish, cinematic digital painting reimagining mythic cyberpunk opulence through the lens of a bioluminescent Noh theater—fusing ultra-detailed Ghibli fantasy, neo-Japanese surrealism, and Arcane-inspired sci-fi spectacle. At the heart, a mysterious, androgynous muse—part AI-oracle, part celestial performer—stands en pointe within a gravity-defying, holographic lotus stage. Their skin: glassy moonstone, veined with shimmering turquoise and sunset-gold light, electric magenta circuitry blossoming into fluid sakura fractals drifting across their visage. Their wide, uncanny eyes—mirrored galaxies of swirling emerald, sapphire, and orchid—reflect an endless, refraction-bent city teeming with animated avatars and endless procession, with digital rain and neon kirin stampeding in their irises. Cascading obsidian hair erupts in a swirling mandala, threaded with superconductive ribbons, micro-LED plum petals, and kinetic origami masks—each mask radiating emotive AR expressions, fluttering and dissolving into spectral code. An ethereal crown of phonon crystals hovers above, flanked by infinite AR kanji sigils and orbiting fractal petals, casting intricate prismatic shadows across their poised silhouette. Adorned in a kimono of starlit charcoal and burning lapis, intricate with animated brocade: koi dragons leap between rivers of golden circuitry; holographic wisteria streams intertwine with hologram smoke-spirits and calligraphic moths, trailing spell-script that drifts into the night air. Futurist armor fans flicker at their shoulders, projecting ephemeral spirit-foxes and writhing nebula tendrils that ripple around their gestures. The stage hovers within a mountainous enclave of gleaming jade and liquid onyx, flooded under a fractured digital sakura moon—its glow split by pixel storms and drifting spectral gears, beams of programmable light diffusing through vapor and nanogel rain. Ghostly reflections pool on lacquered obsidian, animated petals dissolving into iridescent fog as glitched cranes and jellyfish-drones spiral overhead. Atmosphere suffused with living myth: every element pulses between ancient artisan motifs and morphing quantum filigree, tradition re-forged as sentient fractal data. The emotional current is at once haunting and transcendent—post-human radiance, elegiac longing, and digital divinity in ultra-high-definition, with soft cinematic skimming light and luminous, surreal details.

3 months ago

A maiden with soft eyes like funeral tapers, And face that seemed wrought out of moonlit vapours, And a sad mouth, that fear made tremulous As any ruddy moth, looked down on us; And she with a wave-rusted chain was tied To two old eagles, full of ancient pride, That with dim eyeballs stood on either side. Few feathers were on their dishevelled wings, For their dim minds were with the ancient things. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic

1 month ago

“Hyperrealistic miniature mushroom thief, knee-high, crouched in the shadows of a moonlit medieval alley, one hand gripping a stolen silver locket, the other pressed against a mossy stone wall. His body is a single, mature portobello mushroom — deep brown cap with cracked, leathery skin, gills exposed like tattered cloak folds, stem slightly bent from years of stealth. His face emerges from the cap’s underside: large, hypnotic human eyes — golden-amber irises with vertical slit pupils like a cat’s, glowing faintly in the dark, framed by thick, shadowed brows formed by the mushroom’s natural ridges. His mouth is a subtle, sly curve, barely visible beneath a dusting of spores. He wears a hooded cloak of moth-eaten velvet and dried lichen, patched with stolen silk scraps, cinched with a rope of braided root. On his head: a dented, tarnished iron coif — salvaged from a dead guard — pulled low over his brow, blending into the shadows. Rain mist clings to his cap; his breath fogs the cold air. Background: narrow alley between crumbling stone buildings, hanging laundry, distant torchlight flickering on wet cobblestones. Shot on ARRI Alexa 65, 75mm anamorphic lens, shallow depth of field, chiaroscuro moonlight with cool shadows and warm torch highlights, ultra-detailed textures (mushroom gills, velvet fraying, rust flakes, spore dust, water droplets), live-action fantasy film aesthetic, by Guillermo del Toro and Roger Deakins, 8K cinematic masterpiece.”

3 months ago

"Macro shot of a luna moth resting — translucent green wings glowing in sunlight, shallow depth of field"

8 months ago

Textured and Mixed-Media Art:: 3D relief effect:: sculptural details raised from the canvas:: heavy acrylics, resin, modeling paste:: full cinematic:: full cinematography style:: UHD:: forgotten very old history style:: caricature extreme drawings:: random angle and focus on the motion trail tango projection of legs:: confusion of pencil sketches of figures and faces:: swirls of images:: reflections on fabric:: laminarity of the intangible:: x-ray:: emerald background:: shadow-shining body shape for 3D printing:: x-ray projection:: covered with a veil of gently transparent ivory mother-of-pearl smoky shiny fabric:: repeating its contours and swaying under the breath of a light breeze:: bizarre folds form projections of faces and figures:: flying moths of white ash:: diamart style:: vivid and vibrant colours:: painting on canvas:: vivid atmosphere:: watery ambiance:: Van Gogh style expressive strokes:: Chinese Ink Brush painting mystery:: surreal art style:: hyper-realistic yet dreamlike:: double exposure elements creating layered depth:: shimmering translucent textures:: delicate interplay of light and shadow:: soft luminescence casting an ethereal glow:: flowing movement captured in fabric contours:: soft surrealism:: avant-garde high fashion photography:: striking contrast between fluidity and structure:: intricate detail in sheer fabric revealing hidden shapes:: floating silhouettes merging with the background:: impressionistic rendering of form and motion:: breathtaking visual masterpiece:: signature by "Nanzi"::

1 month ago

“Hyperrealistic miniature mushroom thief, knee-high, crouched in the shadows of a moonlit medieval alley, one hand gripping a stolen silver locket, the other pressed against a mossy stone wall. His body is a single, mature portobello mushroom — deep brown cap with cracked, leathery skin, gills exposed like tattered cloak folds, stem slightly bent from years of stealth. His face emerges from the cap’s underside: large, hypnotic human eyes — golden-amber irises with vertical slit pupils like a cat’s, glowing faintly in the dark, framed by thick, shadowed brows formed by the mushroom’s natural ridges. His mouth is a subtle, sly curve, barely visible beneath a dusting of spores. He wears a hooded cloak of moth-eaten velvet and dried lichen, patched with stolen silk scraps, cinched with a rope of braided root. On his head: a dented, tarnished iron coif — salvaged from a dead guard — pulled low over his brow, blending into the shadows. Rain mist clings to his cap; his breath fogs the cold air. Background: narrow alley between crumbling stone buildings, hanging laundry, distant torchlight flickering on wet cobblestones. Shot on ARRI Alexa 65, 75mm anamorphic lens, shallow depth of field, chiaroscuro moonlight with cool shadows and warm torch highlights, ultra-detailed textures (mushroom gills, velvet fraying, rust flakes, spore dust, water droplets), live-action fantasy film aesthetic, by Guillermo del Toro and Roger Deakins, 8K cinematic masterpiece.”

3 months ago

A maiden with soft eyes like funeral tapers, And face that seemed wrought out of moonlit vapours, And a sad mouth, that fear made tremulous As any ruddy moth, looked down on us; And she with a wave-rusted chain was tied To two old eagles, full of ancient pride, That with dim eyeballs stood on either side. Few feathers were on their dishevelled wings, For their dim minds were with the ancient things.