Dead to all Stable Diffusion prompts

6 months ago

day of the dead, in the style of Unreal Engine 5, caricature-like illustrations, exaggerated facial expression, close up --ar 1:2 --personalize yruxpc2 --stylize 750 --v 6. 1

9 months ago

(((dark background))), (((main light is backlit))), (natural lighting that blends in with the character), 1 beautiful girl, full body, warrior of darkness: An unforgettably beautiful warrior with long, bright pink-gold hair that sparkles, adorned with delicate chainmail, her presence radiates all sorts of fierce power. Her eyes are piercing, and she seems to move with spiritual fluidity. She is dressed in a white dress and golden plate armor, with a halo that sparkles with light, (and wears a long, transparent veil). Her movements are dynamic yet deadly. She is surrounded by fog and dark light, and feels both powerful and murderous. Her expression is melancholic yet compassionate, and her presence radiates dark energy. Her design feels inspired by delicate anime.

2 months ago

Seven Deadly forrce, Ink illustration with monochromatic sepia tones, comic book style, likely modern era (late 20th century to 21st century), expansive use of hatching and cross-hatching for texture, and dynamic shading for depth and form.

8 months ago

"A haunting, faceless figure dressed in a decayed, aristocratic 18th-century coat with intricate gold embroidery marches forward. Its tall, powdered wig is stained and disheveled, and beneath it, there is no face—only an empty void of pure darkness. In one skeletal hand, it holds a rusted guillotine blade, still dripping with black ichor. The Hollow Marquis’ coat flutters unnaturally, as if moved by an invisible force, and its knee-high boots echo eerily on the cracked marble floor. Behind it, the ruins of a grand château smolder under an eerie blood-red sky, twisted shadows of long-dead nobles frozen in eternal screams along the walls."

5 months ago

realistic creepy spider, natural light, high detailed textures, creepy setting, horror, open mouth with large sharp teeth, black dead eyes, scars, dark background, large fangs.

6 months ago

A humanoid man with crocodile-scale skin, gleaming with wet textures and armored ridges, stands on a cracked, waterlogged forest path under spectral blue moonlight. He wears a haunting smile, looking directly into the camera, as a single glistening teardrop falls from his eye — in hyper-real focus. Behind him, shrouded in mist and shadows, a distant silhouette of a woman is seen crying in anguish, her hands covering her face, her sorrow blending with the eerie forest gloom. The setting is a twisted magical forest: dead trees, glowing mushrooms, reflective puddles, heavy fog. Cinematic lighting with sharp contrasts and ghostly ambient hues. Typography “CROCODILE TEARDROP” in bold gothic font, semi-transparent and glowing faintly through the mist —ar 3:4 –v 6 –style raw –q 2 –s 750 –no cartoon, clutter, soft blur, text glitch

8 months ago

"A towering, mummified pharaoh wrapped in ancient, bloodstained bandages walks forward with unnatural grace. His golden burial mask is cracked, revealing glimpses of the decayed skull beneath. Blackened hieroglyphs glow faintly across his tattered wrappings, pulsating with a forgotten curse. In one hand, he clutches a massive, corroded ankh, dripping with black sand that seems to dissolve into the air. The desert behind him is twisted and unnatural, swirling with violent sandstorms that whisper in an ancient, dead language. The ruins of an abandoned pyramid loom in the background, half-buried in the cursed sands."

9 months ago

"A massive, cylindrical underground silo carved into a desolate, toxic wasteland under a hazy orange sky. The exterior is industrial and imposing, with heavy metal doors, riveted walls, and ventilation shafts. Inside the silo, show spiraling staircases spanning hundreds of levels, cramped living quarters, flickering fluorescent lights, and residents in utilitarian clothing. Outside, a barren landscape with dead trees and cracked earth, viewed through a cracked camera feed or a surveillance monitor. Include subtle dystopian details like faded 'Rules of the Silo' posters, a guarded central server room, and a mysterious janitorial closet hiding secrets. Moody, gritty, and atmospheric."

5 months ago

There was a famine so great, the sun turned away. (Rivers stagnated:1.7). The wind carried the cries of the starving. The people of the Hollow Lands had to obey the Edict: "Winnow away the heads. Preserve the bodies.". The sacred ritual raised whispers from beneath the earth. Their bodies changed, their scent thickened, musky and metallic, and the hunger inside them turned into something powerful. They grew stronger, faster. They no longer feared the creatures that lurked in the dark, the ancient Morimo, whose (long fingers crept into their dreams:1.9), nor the Great Manes, the restless dead who wailed from the vast pit in the North. As the ritual spread, the ground trembled. The bodies, headless, preserved, waiting, became altars of transformation. And the deeper they dug, the more they found. The soil was not empty; it was filled with bones, with old hunger, with something watching from beneath. Were they consuming power, or was something consuming them? In the style of Joao Ruas.

1 month ago

photorealistic woman, half in shadow, half in flame, born, of sorrow, bound in darkness, death and silence, sister to wolf, to serpent sworn, hunger her knife and famine is her plate, she shall march with the fallen dead, exists between realms, her skin revealing the unknown universe. flowing hair defies gravity, transforming into streams of blood and light at its edges. her eyes hold entire galaxies, gazing into infinite void. red, teal, gold, and red rose hues create an otherworldly glow as sacred tattoo overlay her form. parts of her porcelain-like skin appear cracked, revealing blooming red flowers beneath. multiple perspectives of her face is covered with mask showing fangs create a dreamlike quality where reality fractures and reforms, while light emanates from within her core, casting impossible shadows in all directions

2 months ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

9 months ago

oil painting, cardboard like silhouette of a sad wolf, head down, low tail, inside wolf silhouette, outline of majestic oak forest with dawn colors, graded top to bottom. dramatic background, painting pollock style, large brush strokes, dramatic scenery, hazy, dead trees, dead nature, shades of gray, big factories, big chimneys, hunters, urban traffic, nuances of grey, paint stripes, big and small paint drops.

2 months ago

The scene is a dystopian planet 500 years in the future. A bleak desert in the distance beyond a wild grey ocean. (Masses of people are crowded into shanty towns on a steep island like flies on dead meat:1.9). Broken chair blistering green paint, bare wood. The old man has caught a gigantic whale like creature which is deformed, with a twisted mouth and residual fins. The Chinese man goes into a Butcher's shop where strange unrecognisable meat is hanging from rusty hooks. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic

7 months ago

A deeply meditative and calming Zen mandala with intricate yet fluid swirling patterns, sacred geometry, and a hypnotic circular flow. Each detail encourages mindfulness and relaxation, with balanced symmetry and smooth transitions within the center of the Grateful Dead’s iconic steal your face logo,Black and white, bold outlines, high resolution, no shading, print-ready at 8.5x11 inches, 300 DPI,die cut sticker design,transparent background

2 months ago

Perform a hyper-realistic, cinematic edit on the provided photograph, ensuring a perfect, photorealistic likeness of the subject is the central anchor. Re-imagine him as a powerful master of a blood art. Instead of exploding chaotically, the crimson blood threads emerge gracefully from his outstretched hand (just out of frame). These threads are not wild, but are being actively woven by him into a complex, beautiful, and deadly object in the air before him—perhaps a glowing katana made of hardened blood, or an intricate, spinning defensive shield of crimson energy. His expression is not one of shock, but of calm, intense focus and concentration. The lighting is still dominated by the glowing red of the blood construct, but it is a more controlled, focused light, creating a clean, powerful silhouette and sharp highlights. The final image should be a portrait of immense, quiet power and deadly elegance.

2 months ago

Imaginations of their eyes, For one that was like woman made Before their sleepy eyelids ran And trembling with her passion said, ‘Come out and dig for a dead man, Who’s burrowing somewhere in the ground, And mock him to his face and then follow him on with horse and hound, For he is the worst of all dead men.’ Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene.

5 months ago

I was the sly fox feigning death to catch me a buzzard. As Heck and Cordonnier knew I was a sinner trapper. And only I defined sin. I saw an Ostrich saving its young with the blood of an Asp and the Giant Snails of Calonak, a dragon and a Kurnai, a Yenjin, the impression made by a body lifted from the sand, blinding a man by throwing the dried cones of casuarina quadrivalvis into his eyes just as black flowers grow in my eyes and the smoke of a dead man carries his being and I knew how the bukin of the Woiwurong secretly drew the fat from their dead to be eaten and to give them strength and the Wirajuri would twitch when a bukin was fat hunting. Fat was always taken from the right side so I have learned to fear the yulo, charcoal and magic fire. Myself, I have a lesser magic and can only kill myself but maybe just maybe partake of my own fat before...a little plan I will keep secret. Well, who wouldn't?

2 months ago

Now could I raise Her dead, dark body to my own And hear the joyous rustle of her bone And in her eyes see deathly blaze; Now could I wake 10 To passion after death, and taste The rapture of her hating, tear the waste Of body. Break, her dead, dark body, break. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

5 months ago

I was the sly fox feigning death to catch me a buzzard. As Heck and Cordonnier knew I was a sinner trapper. And only I defined sin. I saw an Ostrich saving its young with the blood of an Asp and the Giant Snails of Calonak, a dragon and a Kurnai, a Yenjin, the impression made by a body lifted from the sand, blinding a man by throwing the dried cones of casuarina quadrivalvis into his eyes just as black flowers grow in my eyes and the smoke of a dead man carries his being and I knew how the bukin of the Woiwurong secretly drew the fat from their dead to be eaten and to give them strength and the Wirajuri would twitch when a bukin was fat hunting. Fat was always taken from the right side so I have learned to fear the yulo, charcoal and magic fire. Myself, I have a lesser magic and can only kill myself but maybe just maybe partake of my own fat before...a little plan I will keep secret. Well, who wouldn't?

2 months ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The grafters of cats’ heads on chickens’ trunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

2 months ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The grafters of cats’ heads on chickens’ trunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

9 months ago

A futuristic cyberpunk ‘WANTED’ poster glowing on a cracked digital billboard. The holographic image distorts slightly, showing a masked, hooded figure with the alias ‘Ghost_404’. The bounty price flashes in glitching red letters: ‘50,000 Crypto Units – DEAD OR ALIVE’. Beneath the image, a warning message reads: ‘HACKER LEVEL OMEGA – SYSTEM INFILTRATION THREAT’. The neon city background flickers behind the projection, adding to the sense of urgency and danger.

2 months ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The grafters of cats’ heads on chickens’ trunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene

5 months ago

Scene: A grayscale forest clearing in ancient Britain, surrounded by twisted, moss-covered trees and blanketed in mist. The ground is covered with dead leaves. In the center of the scene are several white feathers and a (few) red droplets of blood. Focus: The white feathers and red blood are the only elements in color, creating a vivid contrast. Mood: Haunting, solemn, and mysterious. Lighting: Soft, diffused, overcast light. Style: Realistic, high detail, cinematic composition, shallow depth of field, ethereal grayscale palette with selective color. Elements: No people or animals. No modern objects.