6 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. shehabelkadi 4 200
2 months 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 MAAL 3 68
7 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 Mental Surreal 3 90
3 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 ERH PRO 2 63
7 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? ERH PRO 0 42
7 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? ERH PRO 0 37
8 months ago Woman with black and reddish hair, blue eyes with a traditional mexican day of the dead black and white paint on face like catrina, flowers in hair Giancarlosoler 0 130
3 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 ERH PRO 0 34
6 months ago A deadly Demon Hunter, clad in midnight-black leather armor, crouches atop a ruined cathedral, her piercing crimson eyes locked onto her next prey. Twin crossbows gleam with lethal precision as she draws them, her cloak billowing in the eerie glow of distant flames. Smoke rises from shattered structures, and the night air is filled with an electric tension—she is the relentless hunter, the unseen predator in the darkness. Gothic, cinematic, dramatic contrast, highly detailed, 4K resolution JH_LEE 0 81
3 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 ERH PRO 0 50
3 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 ERH PRO 0 30
3 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 ERH PRO 0 45
3 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. ERH PRO 0 37
6 months ago A deadly and elusive Hashashin, a phantom in the vast desert, his movements swift and silent like shifting sands. Twin curved blades gleam under the relentless sun, reflecting its scorching intensity with razor-sharp brilliance. A violent sandstorm coils around him, a tempest born from his presence, concealing his approach in a haze of golden dust. His piercing eyes, filled with hidden knowledge and ruthless precision, lock onto unseen targets. Volumetric lighting casts dramatic, high-intensity highlights, deepening the cinematic interplay between searing light and engulfing shadow. Immersive depth of field draws focus to his imposing form, accentuating the hyper-detailed textures of battle-worn garments and desert-forged weaponry. Ultra-high-definition, photorealistic rendering in stunning 8K resolution, an awe-inspiring masterpiece, trending on ArtStation JH_LEE 0 60
