I don't know prompts

8 months ago

Sci-fi, hotmodel, metallic shiny blue and white nightwear, an alluring woman standing in a breathtaking futuristic alien landscape. A woman with long, bronze, shimmering cyber-enhanced hair stands by a luminous viewport overlooking a glowing nebula, her cybernetic blue eyes meeting the viewer with a warm, knowing smirk. She wears a sleek, metallic, form-fitting, off-the-shoulder nightwear accented with holographic patterns and adaptive nanotech materials that glisten with a mix of electric blue and iridescent white. The nightwear’s futuristic design includes embedded energy circuits and soft luminescent panels, merging elegance with advanced functionality. The setting is an ultramodern, minimalist starship lounge bathed in diffused light from nearby stars, casting intricate reflections and soft shadows on the room’s metallic surfaces. Beyond the window, the vibrant alien landscape features floating crystalline structures, radiant space phenomena, and swirling clouds of gas illuminated by nearby suns, enhancing the ethereal and advanced aesthetic. The atmosphere combines cutting-edge sci-fi artistry with photorealistic rendering techniques, creating an ultra-detailed and futuristic composition. The use of ray tracing, Unreal Engine 5 rendering, and AI-enhanced detailing ensures that every element—from her radiant expression to the intricate textures of her outfit—is brought to life in UHD resolution, presenting an enchanting and alluring sci-fi figure in a stunning intergalactic environment.

8 months ago

In the summer. Two adult female friend, in summer dress, from Brazil, at the air port. Waiting for their flight, killing time playing with their phones and resting their bare feet on their suitcase. They look at you and are amused because of your physical reaction. One look directly at you with a knowing smile. Another woman take a shot of your lower abdomen.

8 months ago

In the summer. One adult female friend, in summer dress, from Brazil, at the air port. Waiting for their flight, killing time playing with their phones and resting their bare feet on their suitcase. They look at you and are amused because of your physical reaction. One look directly at you with a knowing smile. Another woman take a shot of your lower abdomen.

6 months ago

(Full-body shot, dramatic film-noir lighting, vintage 1960s aesthetics, ultra-detailed fabric and skin rendering, cinematic depth, alluring yet enigmatic presence) The femme fatale stands with her back to the camera, exuding an air of refined mystery. She is enveloped in a luxurious fur boa, its plush texture draping over her shoulders and cascading down her arms, concealing just enough to leave an aura of intrigue. She gazes toward an antique vanity mirror, her reflection revealing a captivating expression—lips slightly parted, eyes shadowed with a knowing intensity. The dim, amber glow of a mid-century bedside lamp casts long, seductive shadows, accentuating the contours of her poised figure. A sleek silk slip peeks through the embrace of the fur, tracing the lines of her form in soft highlights. Stockings shimmer subtly in the low light, held in place by delicate garters, adding a touch of elegance. In one hand, she holds a vintage cigarette holder, its unlit tip resting between her fingers as a thin wisp of smoke lingers in the air—a remnant of past indulgences. The room is an opulent mid-century dream, with a velvet chaise lounge partially visible behind her. An old rotary phone, its receiver off the hook, lies beside an untouched glass of whiskey on the vanity—silent witnesses to an untold story. The atmosphere is thick with timeless intrigue—she is a woman of untold secrets, a vision of vintage glamour and quiet power. With each carefully placed shadow, she remains an enigma—captivating, untouchable, and forever etched in the lingering haze of a noir dream.

9 months ago

A hyper-realistic portrait of a female sand spirit with granular, shifting sand skin and long, flowing desert-toned hair, styled like dunes in a constant state of flux. She has large, mesmerizing golden eyes that seem to hold the secrets of the desert and a calm, knowing gaze. Her facial expression is serene yet wise. She wears a loose-fitting, sleeveless, earth-toned robe that reads "DESERT WHISPER" across the chest. Her body has a slender, fluid build, with gentle curves, and her hands are positioned as if manipulating sand. The sand spirit has small, intricate sand dune markings on her body, adding to her elemental appearance. The background is a vast desert with shifting dunes and sand-sculpted crowns. The texture of the robe should be rough and textured, resembling woven natural fibers. Her skin and hair display a grainy, shifting texture.

8 months ago

Well, no one told me about her, the way she lied Well, no one told me about her, how many people cried But it's too late to say you're sorry How would I know, why should I care? Please don't bother tryin' to find her She's not there Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looked The way she'd act and the colour of her hair Her voice was soft and cool Her eyes were clear and bright But she's not there Well, no one told me about her, what could I do? Well, no one told me about her, though they all knew But it's too late to say you're sorry How would I know, why should I care? Please don't bother tryin' to find her She's not there Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looked The way she'd act and the colour of her hair Her voice was soft and cool Her eyes were clear and bright But she's not there But it's too late to say you're sorry How would I know, why should I care? Please don't bother tryin' to find her She's not there Well, let me tell you 'bout the way she looked The way she'd act and the colour of her hair Her voice was soft and cool Her eyes were clear and bright But she's not there

7 months ago

I've got you under my skin I've got you deep in the heart of me So deep in my heart that you're really a part of me I've got you under my skin I tried so not to give in I said to myself, 'this affair never will go so well' But why should I try to resist when, baby, I know so well I've got you under my skin I'd sacrifice anything, come what might For the sake of having you near In spite of a warning voice that comes in the night And repeats, repeats in my ear "Don't you know little fool, you never can win? Use your mentality, wake up to reality" But each time that I do, just the thought of you Makes me stop before I begin 'Cause I've got you under my skin, stylish, glamorous, high-fashion, dynamic poses, shot with a portrait lens, photorealistic, editorial fashion

8 months ago

In the summer. Three adult female friend, in summer dress, from Brazil, at the air port. Waiting for their flight, killing time playing with their phones and resting their bare feet on their suitcase. They look at you and are amused because of your physical reaction. One look directly at you with a knowing smile. Another woman take a shot of your lower abdomen.

6 months ago

(Full-body shot, fine art noir photography, 1950s–1960s vintage setting, cinematic chiaroscuro lighting, ultra-realistic rendering, moody and atmospheric, sensual yet elegant, masterful composition, soft film grain, rich textures, timeless erotica aesthetic) A seductive nude woman stands in a dimly lit 1950s boudoir, her back to the camera, the curve of her spine accentuated by the flickering glow of a single vintage table lamp. A lush black fur boa drapes across her bare shoulders, cascading down her arms, its luxurious texture framing the smooth, radiant skin beneath. Silk stockings hug her legs, their delicate sheen catching the ambient light, a subtle garter barely visible. Her posture is both effortless and deliberate, hips slightly tilted, her weight shifted onto one foot, evoking a raw yet refined sensuality. A hazy mirror reflects just enough of her face in profile, lips painted a deep red, parted slightly as she gazes at her own reflection—lost in thought, desire, or a silent secret only she knows. The room exudes mid-century allure—a velvet chaise lounge, a half-empty glass of whiskey on a dark wood vanity, soft shadows stretching across plush drapes and antique furniture. The atmosphere is thick with desire, erotic yet sophisticated, a scene torn from the golden age of film noir where temptation lingers in the air, and every detail whispers luxury, mystery, and seduction.

9 months ago

4 adults female students chatting and studying in a living room. Asians students. College uniforms but cozy. Feet teasing the male viewer. High resolution. Sassy look. Knowing smiles. Pedicures. One wears stockings. Another is removing her socks. Tsugomomo style. They look down a you, you just made a puddle of white slime on their feet.

2 months ago

t: Master I was of blood never denied, knowing me was never easy. Is this why endless nights, weary of your company awaited the release of dawn? Drawing your shiny sword will surely blind me but nothing more. The truth you shared as you pleased, thinking honour was for the foolish. What respect I had is now departed as I await the mother of all betrayal to stand witness. Your hours were my days and finally years as my life was spent. When nothing else mattered I kissed your hand, when with a head held low, I called you master.

9 months ago

4 adults female students chatting and studying in a living room. Asians students. College uniforms but cozy. Feet teasing the male viewer. High resolution. Sassy look. Knowing smiles. Pedicures. One wears stockings. Another is removing her socks. Tsugomomo style. They look down a you (right at the camera), you just made a little puddle of white and mocking slime on their feet.

4 months ago

(Full-body shot, fine art noir photography, 1950s–1960s vintage setting, cinematic chiaroscuro lighting, ultra-realistic rendering, moody and atmospheric, sensual yet elegant, masterful composition, soft film grain, rich textures, timeless erotica aesthetic) A seductive nude woman stands in a dimly lit 1950s boudoir, her back to the camera, the curve of her spine accentuated by the flickering glow of a single vintage table lamp. A lush black fur boa drapes across her bare shoulders, cascading down her arms, its luxurious texture framing the smooth, radiant skin beneath. Silk stockings hug her legs, their delicate sheen catching the ambient light, a subtle garter barely visible. Her posture is both effortless and deliberate, hips slightly tilted, her weight shifted onto one foot, evoking a raw yet refined sensuality. A hazy mirror reflects just enough of her face in profile, lips painted a deep red, parted slightly as she gazes at her own reflection—lost in thought, desire, or a silent secret only she knows. The room exudes mid-century allure—a velvet chaise lounge, a half-empty glass of whiskey on a dark wood vanity, soft shadows stretching across plush drapes and antique furniture. The atmosphere is thick with desire, erotic yet sophisticated, a scene torn from the golden age of film noir where temptation lingers in the air, and every detail whispers luxury, mystery, and seduction.

7 months ago

A mesmerizing, oil-on-canvas portrait of a young, stylish Sherlock Holmes, rendered in the opulent, detailed style of John William Waterhouse, the moody, atmospheric lighting of Zdzisław Beksiński, and the intricate, symbolic ornamentation of James Gurney. Set against a dark, gritty, crime scene, complete with police officers, red and white tape, flashing police lights, and intricate details that hint at a sinister mystery. A warm, golden glow illuminates Sherlock's chiseled features, while cool, cerulean shadows dance across his hat, adding depth and nuance to the image. Dressed in a rich, jewel-toned velvet coat with subtle, textured folds, a worn, distressed leather vest, and grasping a polished, ornate wooden cane, Sherlock exudes an air of confident, rakish charm, his eyes glinting with knowing intelligence as he tips his hat at a jaunty, rakish angle, inviting the viewer to share in his secrets. The artist's signature "LT" is discreetly integrated into the design, accompanied by elegant, hand-drawn typography, and subtle, painterly textures that evoke the feel of traditional illustration and painting.

3 months ago

A striking woman stands alone in a worn wooden railing of an old town outdoor cafe covered by an awning - the soft light of an overcast day seems to diffuse the color around her, giving off a sense of muted tones and subtle nuances creating a slight silhouette around her. Wearing a white denim jacket with no shirt underneath with the sleeves rolled up to reveal toned arms, she leans against the railing in a way that's both relaxed and carefree - as she looks away from you, her head is turned at an angle, giving off a sense of quiet contemplation. Black denim shorts seem to cling to her hips in a way that's both sensual and intimate, while shoulder-length light-brunette hair frames a face that's both delicate and fragile. Light blue eyes seem to gleam with a quiet intensity, as if they're holding a secret that only this woman knows - as she stands there, lost in thought, the world around her seems to fade away, leaving nothing but the two of you, locked in a moment of perfect understanding. Behind her, rain pours down on the street like a thousand tiny fingers - the sound is muted and distant, barely audible over the hum of the cafe itself. Every detail seems to whisper a sense of quiet introspection and contemplation, as if this woman is caught up in some private world of her own creation: one where anything is possible, and nothing can ever be quite the same again.

7 months ago

Love month is nearly here, and for many, this understandably induces panic. After all, Valentine's Day gifts are a chance to show that special someone how well you know them. Do you listen when they talk? Have you considered their needs? Are you attuned to their taste for little treats? Combatting the stress of gift-giving starts by first releasing the notion that there is such a thing as the "perfect" present. At their best, Valentine's Day gifts leave the recipient feeling cared for. They don't have to be exorbitant grand gestures or life-changing experiences. The key to a winning token of appreciation is a sense of intention — not a last-minute anxiety-driven purchase. Unlike a box of chocolates, you should know what you're going to get., Fashion photography, surrealistic, hyper-realistic, photorealism, high resolution, shot using a Canon EOS R5 F2 ISO300

7 months ago

The long and winding road That leads to your door Will never disappear I've seen that road before It always leads me here Lead me to you door The wild and windy night That the rain washed away Has left a pool of tears Crying for the day Why leave me standing here? Let me know the way Many times I've been alone And many times I've cried Anyway, you'll never know The many ways I've tried And still they lead me back To the long winding road You left me standing here A long, long time ago Don't leave me waiting here Lead me to your door But still they lead me back To the long winding road You left me standing here A long, long time ago Don't keep me waiting here Lead me to your door, intricate details, breathtaking, amazing, award-winning

9 months ago

4 adults female gothic style students chatting and studying in a living room. Gothic style Asians students. Feet teasing the male viewer. High resolution. Sassy look. Knowing smiles. Pedicures. One wears stockings. Another is removing her socks. Tsugomomo style. They look down a you (right at the camera),

8 months ago

a cinematic portrait of a mysterious noblewoman in her early thirties, seated gracefully on a grand medieval chair carved from dark oak, adorned with intricate gothic symbols and iron accents. She wears a fitted, deep red ensemble with elegant lace details, subtly accentuating her silhouette and exuding an air of refinement. Her posture is confident yet relaxed, her hands resting gently on the armrests of the chair, while her legs are naturally parted in a poised and commanding manner. Her gaze is direct, with a subtle, knowing smile that conveys quiet confidence and mystery. Her long raven-black hair flows down her back and over her shoulders, creating a striking contrast with her pale, flawless skin and the rich tones of her attire. The dim, dramatic lighting highlights the textures of her clothing and the ornate carvings of the medieval chair, casting soft shadows that enhance the depth and gothic elegance of the scene. The background features a grand gothic hall, with flickering candles casting a warm, flickering glow and heavy velvet drapes adding to the haunting and majestic ambiance. The atmosphere is darkly enchanting, blending elements of gothic fantasy with a cinematic composition. The scene emphasizes proper anatomy, realistic proportions, and intricate textures, focusing on her elegant posture, expressive gaze, and the fine lace patterns of her outfit.

9 months ago

A woman with long, vibrant pink hair, styled in loose waves and adorned with tiny holographic clips, wearing a high-cut swimsuit with holographic details that shift and shimmer with movement, standing with a playful pose, her hands behind her head, a knowing smile on her lips, with studio lighting making her skin appear smooth and flawless, in the style of hyperrealism and photorealism, UHD image, blurred realism, bright, saturated colors, a futuristic beach setting with glowing sand and futuristic structures.

6 months ago

A breathtaking, hyper-realistic first-person perspective of Cleopatra VII reclining on an opulent, silk-covered chaise aboard a gilded royal barge, her regal beauty illuminated by the golden sunlight. Her smooth, bronzed legs are elegantly crossed, resting on a plush silk cushion, her body draped in sheer, flowing linen with delicate gold embellishments. Her kohl-lined eyes gleam with intrigue as she gazes at the viewer, a subtle, knowing smile playing on her lips.

3 months ago

A woman stands alone in a dimly lit room, surrounded by the subtle nuances of muted sunlight filtering through a nearby window - as the light casts shadows across her body, she seems to be bathed in an air of quiet mystery and intrigue. Wearing a loose tunic top with a muted color pattern, the neckline is open to her waist giving off a sense of delicate sensuality - long brunette hair cascades down her back like a waterfall of night itself, with bangs pushed to one side adding a touch of subtle nuance to her overall look. Dangling silver earrings seem to swing gently from her ears, while multiple long necklaces add a touch of carefree abandon to her figure - as she stands there, the light around her seems to fade away, leaving nothing but a soft and muted glow that's barely perceptible. Light sapphire eyes seem to gleam with a quiet intensity, as if they're holding a secret that only this woman knows - every detail appears to whisper a sense of quiet contemplation and introspection: one where anything is possible, and nothing can ever be quite the same again.

8 months ago

In the summer. Two adult female friend, in summer dress, from Brazil, at the air port. Waiting for their flight, killing time playing with their phones and resting their bare feet on their suitcase. They look at you and are amused because of your physical reaction. One look directly at you with a knowing smile. Another woman take a shot of your lower abdomen.

9 months ago

A small but intimidating humanoid hamster, dressed in a classic 1920s mafia-style suit. His fur is light brown with darker shades around his cheeks, and his eyes gleam with sharpness, exuding an air of authority and streetwise confidence. His face is adorned with a permanent scowl, his tiny but powerful paws tucked into his waistcoat, giving him a tough, no-nonsense look. He wears a slick, tailored pinstripe suit, complete with a fedora hat perched slightly askew on his head, a symbol of his gangster persona. A cigar is clenched between his teeth, adding to his rough, rebellious character. His small, yet muscular frame gives him an unexpected presence of power, and his quick, precise movements are calculated like a seasoned mobster. Around his neck, a gold chain gleams, and he sports sharp, polished shoes that click menacingly with every step. This hamster, though tiny in size, carries himself like a mafia don, oozing confidence and danger as he navigates through the underworld. His squeaky voice, when he speaks, is filled with authority, and anyone who crosses his path knows not to mess with him.