medium in thickness Veo prompts

4 months ago

A medium shot frames an old sailor, his knitted blue sailor hat casting a shadow over his eyes, a thick grey beard obscuring his chin. He holds his pipe in one hand, gesturing with it towards the churning, grey sea beyond the ship's railing. "This ocean, it's a force, a wild, untamed might. And she commands your awe, with every breaking light

2 months ago

A medium selfie-style shot filmed on a wide-angle 24mm lens. A hyperrealistic Neanderthal—broad, muscular, with thick brow and tangled hair—holds a rugged, stone-like vlogging camera at arm’s length, trying his best to imitate modern influencer energy. The handheld frame wobbles slightly as he lumbers forward into a smoky, torch-lit cave. “And this... is the sleeping corner!” he grunts proudly, gesturing to a raised bed of furs and mammoth bones arranged like a throne. He pans the camera to show hand-carved cave paintings glowing in the flicker of firelight. “Custom decor. Very exclusive,” he adds with a crooked, confident smirk. The lighting is warm and raw—torches in stone sconces cast dancing shadows on rough cave walls. The Neanderthal tries to wink awkwardly, mimicking a YouTuber outro. Hints of primitive luxury meet dry comedy, in a darkly hilarious parody of lifestyle vlogs. Shot in hyperrealistic cinematic style, 4K.

2 months ago

8-second realistic video. Medium shot, static shot. In a bright, modern office with sunlight streaming in, a large, cheerful adult hippo with round cheeks, big expressive eyes, a broad friendly smile, and grayish skin wears a light blue dress shirt, striped tie, and black slacks. Glasses perch on his wide snout. He sits at a computer desk, enthusiastically typing on a keyboard with thick fingers, occasionally glancing up and smiling. The hippo has a warm, playful, medium-deep American accent. Sound of keyboard typing and light office ambiance. The hippo says: “Let’s get this project moving!”

2 months ago

A medium shot frames an old sailor, his knitted blue sailor hat casting a shadow over his eyes, a thick grey beard obscuring his chin. He holds his pipe in one hand, gesturing with it towards the churning, grey sea beyond the ship's railing. "Dans cet Ocean on a foutu plein de magrebin pour etre tranquille