turned on Ideogram prompts

30 days ago

Michael Jackson, captured in a pensive and somewhat vulnerable pose. His body is turned slightly to the left, while his head is bowed and tilted forward, with his gaze directed downwards.

5 months ago

meyoco anime art style, fairy wings translucent , mini dress with corset straight A-line skirt , long gloves pink color, stands in half turn, brown long straight hair, without bangs, stands in half turn, interesting pose

2 months ago

Watercolor art, A minimalist fashion portrait of a woman in a white wide-brimmed hat with a grey band, wearing a white outfit, standing in front of a large orange and brown circular gradient background resembling a halo. The woman is partially turned away, her face partly covered by the hat, with red lips and smooth lighting. Editorial, high-fashion style, elegant composition, soft shadows, modern art aesthetic.

2 months ago

Watercolor art, A minimalist fashion portrait of a woman in a white wide-brimmed hat with a grey band, wearing a white outfit, standing in front of a large orange and brown circular gradient background resembling a halo. The woman is partially turned away, her face partly covered by the hat, with red lips and smooth lighting. Editorial, high-fashion style, elegant composition, soft shadows, modern art aesthetic.

7 months ago

With a soft metallic hiss, the turbo shaft doors slide open, revealing COMMODORE YVONNE ELLISON—a battle-hardened Starfleet officer in her 50s, radiating authority with every step. Her uniform is pristine yet worn with experience, adorned with the insignia of her rank. Her gaze is sharp, calculating, and her posture is rigid with discipline. As she strides forward, the camera follows her purposeful movement, framing her against the sleek, futuristic corridors of the starship's bridge. The CAPTAIN awaits, turning to meet her with an air of anticipation. The atmosphere is thick with unspoken tension, illuminated by the soft glow of bridge consoles and the distant hum of the ship’s systems. The lighting is cool, with subtle reflections dancing along the metallic surfaces. Ellison’s expression is unreadable, her presence alone enough to command attention.

7 months ago

You'll take my life, but I'll take yours too You'll fire your musket, but I'll run you through So when you're waiting for the next attack You'd better stand, there's no turning back The bugle sounds, the charge begins But on this battlefield, no one wins The smell of acrid smoke and horses' breath As I plunge on into certain death The horse, he sweats with fear, we break to run The mighty roar of the Russian guns And as we race towards the human wall The screams of pain as my comrades fall We hurdle bodies that lay on the ground And the Russians fire another round We get so near, yet so far away We won't live to fight another day We get so close, near enough to fight When a Russian gets me in his sights He pulls the trigger and I feel the blow A burst of rounds take my horse below And as I lay there gazing at the sky My body's numb and my throat is dry And as I lay forgotten and alone Without a tear, I draw my parting groan