dry Stable Diffusion prompts

6 months ago

A **battle-worn T-800 Terminator** stands **menacingly in a dark, smoke-filled urban warzone**, illuminated by the **eerie red glow of its exposed cybernetic eye**. Its **face is partially damaged**, with **torn synthetic flesh revealing the gleaming metallic endoskeleton beneath**. The **right side of its skull is stripped of skin**, exposing the **intricate mechanical framework**, while the **left side retains a rugged, battle-hardened human-like appearance**, streaked with **dirt, grime, and dried blood**.

7 months ago

Here is a high-end bohemian celestial sanctuary featuring your mystical, cosmic-themed artwork in a warm, earthy setting. The space includes macramé wall hangings, woven textiles, dried flowers, and soft candle lighting, making it a perfect retreat for spiritual seekers and luxury collectors.

8 months ago

Eve sits on a jagged rock near a dried-out pond, her gaze fixed on the horizon. Her posture is slumped, and her hands are clasped over her knees. Her dark, tattered dress contrasts against her pale, hyper-realistic skin. The atmosphere is hauntingly calm, with a soft wind moving her hair slightly. Shadows from the nearby ruins create a fractured pattern on her figure.highly detailed”, “HDR”, “4K resolution”, “8K resolution”, “hyperrealistic”, “photorealistic”, “cinematic lighting”, “professional”, "perfect composition"

3 months ago

Create an atmospheric dystopian futuristic scene in which a solitary figure dressed in ragged clothes stares across a dry desolate desert landscape. A hundred yards away hundreds of identical people in dirty black clothing walk in single file in a line across the desert. Behind them are two derelict and decaying old abandoned power station cooling towers.

4 months ago

Create an abstract, surreal, dystopian disturbing image showing the fear of nightmares returning. Include things never been seen before. Grim, terrifying. Chaotic scenes. Broken skin. Splashes of drying blood. But using double exposure, the top of the image depicts a benign Buddha like presence spreading light and compassion.

6 months ago

A red rose shines in front of an immense rose bush that creates a surreal wall of more various colors roses between a big creeper, which branch off at the foot as if they were pink roots hanging downwards as when they are put to dry, mysteriously under everything a carpet of rose petals varied between bright and more degenerate has been created, behind the wall of the rose bush shadows of people, Throughout the image there are jets of light blue and pink paint spilled, drops...

6 months ago

A red rose shines in front of an immense rose bush that creates a surreal wall of roses of the most varied colors between a large vine, which branch out at the foot as if they were roots that are really roses down to dry, mysteriously beneath everything a carpet of rose petals has been created, between bright and more degenerate, behind the wall of the rose bush shadows of people,

6 hours ago

Antonio Mora and Jarek Kubicki and Andy Warhol style. REBELLION, (((wide dry brush strokes reveal color underneath))), ((fonts 2d & 3d)), peeling paint, mosaic, (((monochrome photograph of numerous faces roughly torn apart and reconstructed to create new face))), crinkled aluminum foil & gold leaf shiny metallic design details, ((cut out images of random objects pasted onto artwork)), (((alcohol ink washes))), oil paint, ((artist markers with wide strokes creating intricate patterns)), (((avant-garde theatrical vibrant eyeshadow eyeliner and lipstick))), ((dried pressed vibrant wildflowers)), black marker tracing details & shapes, (((intricately illustrated hand colored images of tropical sea creatures))). Hyper detailed, hyper realistic, super sharp focus, (((monochromatic))) with (((vibrantly colored details))).

4 months ago

Windswept silence fills a vast white desert, where a woman stands with her back to the viewer, in the style of Richard Dadd, framed in a close-up perspective. Rendered in the textured brushwork of an old master oil painting on canvas, her loose white robe flutters in the dry wind, sand swirling softly around her ankles. Fine subliminal mycelium patterns subtly interlace with both her figure and the shifting dunes beneath her. Her hair, tangled and windblown, partially veils her face, mirroring the tension of the stormy atmosphere. Overhead, the sky is layered in muted greys and off-whites, with a dim sun barely breaking through the haze. The setting recalls the sparse landscapes of Simon Stålenhag, blended with the intricate monochrome fine defined line detail of Aubrey Beardsley and the cinematic tension found in Ash Thorp’s compositions. A visual study in solitude, depth, and restrained surrealism, presented with raw texture and contrasts of surreal-realism. --v 5 --ar 3:4 --q 2 --style raw

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

4 months ago

Create an abstract, surreal, dystopian disturbing image showing the fear of nightmares returning. Include things never been seen before. Grim, terrifying. Chaotic scenes. Broken skin. Splashes of drying blood. But using double exposure, the top of the image depicts a benign Buddha like presence spreading light and compassion.

9 months ago

A lone desert wanderer, silhouetted against a blazing orange sunset, embodies resilience and ancient wisdom, her dark braided hair dances in the dry wind, her weathered skin illuminated by the fading light, clad in a simple linen tunic, wide trousers, leather sandals and bone bracelets, framed by shifting sand dunes while a distant mirage of a lush oasis appears momentarily, the scene emphasizing the contrast between harsh reality and fleeting hope, with a separate image of that vibrant oasis highlighting the transformative nature of dreams and the ever present power of the desert itself.

6 months ago

A rose shines in front of an immense rose bush that creates a surreal wall of more roses, which branch off at the foot as if they were pink roots hanging downwards as when they are put to dry, mysteriously under everything a carpet of rose petals varied between bright and more degenerate has been created, behind the wall of the rose bush shadows of men and women can be seen. Throughout the image there are jets of light blue and pink paint spilled, drops...

4 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?

6 months ago

A red rose shines in front of an immense rose bush that creates a surreal wall of more various colors roses between a big creeper, which branch off at the foot like roots as if they were pink roots hanging downwards as when they are put to dry, mysteriously under everything a carpet of rose petals varied between bright and more degenerate has been created, behind the wall of the rose bush shadows of people, Throughout the image there are jets of light blue and pink paint spilled, drops...

14 hours ago

an amazing dystopian image depicting A bone whitened and dried in the waves and wind. Crouch upon a stone, Wrapping that foul body up In as foul a rag: (I carry the sun in a golden chalice, the moon in a silver bag:1.9). (in the style of the artist Joao Ruas:1.9).

7 months ago

Undead queen with golden crown and necklaces, golden sunrays headdress, dead white eyes, dead dry skin, dramatic lighting, photorealistic, 8k --ar 9:16 --s 750

6 months ago

A red rose shines in front of an immense rose bush that creates a surreal wall of more various colors roses between a big creeper, which branch off at the foot as if they were pink roots hanging downwards as when they are put to dry, mysteriously under everything a carpet of rose petals varied between bright and more degenerate has been created, behind the wall of the rose bush shadows of people, Throughout the image there are jets of light blue and pink paint spilled, drops...

4 months ago

Create an abstract, surreal, dystopian disturbing image showing the fear of nightmares returning. Include things never been seen before. Grim, terrifying. Chaotic scenes. Broken skin. Splashes of drying blood. But using double exposure, the top of the image depicts a benign Buddha like presence spreading light and compassion.

4 months ago

A dramatic Baroque painting in the style of Caravaggio, depicting a youthful John the Baptist seated alone in a stark, rocky wilderness. He wears a simple, drab brown robe that loosely covers his body, leaving one shoulder and part of his chest exposed. His face is turned slightly toward the viewer, with a solemn, introspective expression, his features partially obscured by deep shadows. He holds a plain, slender wooden staff, devoid of any adornment, resting lightly across his body. The background is dark and minimal, with jagged rocks and sparse, dry vegetation barely emerging from the deep tenebrism. The harsh, directional lighting dramatically highlights his skin, fabric folds, and the texture of the wilderness, creating a powerful contrast of light and shadow. The overall mood is intense, solitary, and sacred, capturing Caravaggio’s raw realism and psychological depth.

2 months ago

Long-sleeve raw silk blouse in faded bone white, open back laced with crumbling cord like unraveling grief, hand-embroidered requiem staves trailing from shoulder to wrist, wrap-style wool skirt in mourning charcoal, frayed hemline suggestive of worn-out vestments, ribboned mourning bonnet with dried flower crown and veil netting

3 months ago

An elderly Indian woman in a worn cotton sari bending over while working in a dry field. In the background, a skinny 13-year-old Indian boy with dark brown skin and messy black hair, wearing a faded light blue shirt and brown shorts, is walking on a dusty path with a cloth school bag over his shoulder. Hot afternoon sun and cracked earth convey harsh rural life.

4 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?

4 months ago

Create an abstract, surreal, dystopian disturbing image showing the fear of nightmares returning. Include things never been seen before. Grim, terrifying. Chaotic scenes. Broken skin. Splashes of drying blood. But using double exposure, the top of the image depicts a benign Buddha like presence spreading light and compassion.