tattered and translucent Stable Diffusion prompts

4 months ago

Gothic horror romantic fashion for young women, translucent white dress tinged with dust and earth, high lace collar and puffed sleeves, cinched with a faded corset belt, layered skirts torn at the hem, bare feet with ivy creeping over toes, delicate wings made of tattered gauze, soft curls wet with dew, eyes glossy with sorrow, abandoned overgrown greenhouse filled with dying roses and broken stained glass, hauntingly fragile and otherworldly

5 months ago

A dramatic, romanticized oil on canvas portrait in the style of late 19th-century German painters, depicting three spectral figures resembling Blackbeard's ghosts on a tropical Caribbean island at dusk. The central figure, a gaunt, weathered Black man of indeterminate age, with piercing eyes and a sorrowful expression, is clad in tattered, dark-brown 18th-century sailor's garb, his spectral form partially translucent, revealing the lush vegetation behind. His pose is melancholic, hands clasped loosely, leaning against a gnarled, ancient tree. Two other figures, similarly ethereal and attired, flank him, their faces obscured by shadow and mist. The island's lush vegetation—palms, ferns, and vibrant tropical flowers—is rendered with thick impasto brushstrokes, contrasting with the smoother depiction of the ghostly figures. The dusky light bathes the scene in warm oranges, deep reds, and cool blues, casting long shadows that accentuate the dramatic chiaroscuro. The overall mood is one of wistful longing and otherworldly mystery, with a focus on atmospheric perspective to create depth and distance. The canvas's texture is palpable, a mixture of smooth and rough areas mimicking the texture of both skin and tropical foliage. A wide shot from a slightly low angle emphasizes the ghostly figures' height and dominance over the landscape. The style evokes a sense of brooding romance and supernatural mystery.

8 months ago

"A towering, skeletal wraith wrapped in tattered, rotting plague doctor robes looms over the abandoned streets of a fog-covered London. Its long, leather beak mask is cracked and twisted, leaking black smoke that coils unnaturally in the air. Beneath its robes, its emaciated, rotting torso is barely visible, the remnants of rib bones protruding through the fabric. The lantern it carries in its bony hand glows with an eerie green light, casting unnatural, flickering shadows across the cobblestone streets. Behind it, the outlines of suffering figures stretch toward it, their bodies translucent and trapped between worlds."