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6 months ago

cinematic, overhead whip-pan capturing F1 machine, full-shot, burst past, night, motion blur, tail light, dust particles kicked into glowing stripes, high-energy composition, realistic, detailed --ar 9:16 --raw --stylize 500 --v 7

3 months ago

overhead whip-pan capturing blue car, vertical central composition, burst past checkpoint, radial motion blur, sand particles kicked --ar 9:16 --quality 2 --raw

4 months ago

A vibrant, photorealistic, full-body street style portrait of a trendy young Japanese woman in Harajuku, Tokyo. She is crouching on the pavement, looking directly at the camera while eating a gourmet waffle cone topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. She has a stylish short bob with blonde and pink two-tone hair, adorned with a large pink bow headband. Her makeup is playful, featuring cute freckles and subtle glitter under her eyes. Her outfit consists of a denim vest, ripped boyfriend jeans, and white sneakers. The focus is on the incredible detail of her elaborate, colorful, and glittery decora nail art. Shot on a Sony A7R IV with a 50mm f/1.2 GM lens for a shallow depth of field, capturing the bustling street background with soft bokeh. The lighting is bright and natural, and the colors are rich and saturated, embodying the energetic and fashionable spirit of Harajuku.

4 months ago

(A hyper-realistic, masterpiece-level color photograph:1.3) of a woman in a Soviet-style retrofuturistic spacesuit (Soviet retrofuturism:1.5) standing in the icy expanse of the Arctic during a fierce blizzard (blizzard in the Arctic:1.4). The woman’s suit, weathered and bulky, bears the clear red insignia of CCCP across the chest (CCCP insignia:1.5), adding to the harsh, militaristic aesthetic of the scene. The spacesuit has a Cold War-era design, with bold red accents and a heavy, utilitarian build, blending the futuristic with the gritty, industrial style of the Soviet Union. Surrounding her, several small, glowing stars float tethered by thick industrial chains (tethered glowing stars in a blizzard:1.4). These stars cut through the blizzard, casting yellow light that glows eerily against the swirling snow. The stars, connected to the icy ground by chains, sway violently in the wind, their light creating dynamic volumetric beams as they fight against the storm. The woman’s helmet visor reflects the glowing stars and the chaos of the blizzard around her, casting intricate patterns of light across her suit, which is half-covered in snow and ice. The volumetric lighting from the stars pierces the thick snowstorm, illuminating the drifting snowflakes and casting long, dramatic shadows across the snowy landscape. The environment is harsh and unforgiving—her spacesuit is covered in frost, and the cold, biting wind whips at her, while snow drifts build up around her legs. The blizzard creates an intense sense of motion, with the snow swirling around in unpredictable patterns, making it feel as though the woman is standing in the heart of a Soviet Arctic research mission gone wrong. Amidst the storm, the CCCP insignia glows faintly under the light of the stars, a symbol of the lost Soviet expedition. The glowing stars and industrial chains are tethered to the icy ground, creating a surreal, otherworldly scene in the middle of this brutal landscape. The scene is a combination of retrofuturistic design and gritty realism, with the harshness of the blizzard contrasting against the surreal glow of the stars. The intense lighting from the stars and the complex shadows they cast against the swirling snow create a dramatic, cinematic atmosphere. The overall mood is cold, brutal, and haunting, capturing a moment of isolation and survival in the Soviet retrofuturistic Arctic wasteland

20 days ago

Flash photography freezes her movement but casts sharp contrast — her hair is caught mid-whip, skirt billowing, skin glowing She's barefoot, crouched low, gripping the board — showing a mix of power, youth, and fearlessness The background is fully black — suggesting nighttime street photography, with the flash isolating the subject completely

7 months ago

Warrior woman in a chrome-plated corset, her hair whipping in the wind as neon sword glows. The camera pans across, capturing the fierce stance against a cold, futuristic cityscape. Dramatic lighting and fast-paced cuts enhance the intensity,

9 months ago

(A hyper-realistic, cinematic photograph in the style of 1970s Soviet sci-fi:1.3), depicting a lone Soviet Arctic explorer struggling through an intense blizzard (flying snow particles:1.7) as the setting sun (setting sun through blizzard:1.5) tries to pierce through the swirling storm. The explorer is clad in a bulky, worn, and weathered retro-futuristic spacesuit, with faded red and white accents and a prominently displayed CCCP insignia across the chest (CCCP insignia:1.5). His suit is covered in frost and ice, battered by the harsh Arctic conditions, with snow clinging to the edges and joints. The blizzard is fierce, with snow and ice particles violently flying through the air (flying snow particles:1.7), obscuring the landscape and making the explorer’s journey even more treacherous. The air is thick with whipping snow, which interacts with the faint light from the setting sun (sunlight piercing through storm:1.5), casting dim, golden beams that struggle to penetrate the storm. The light creates fleeting, volumetric shafts through the blizzard, catching on the swirling snowflakes and illuminating the scene in brief, ghostly flashes. Despite the fading light and harsh conditions, the explorer presses on toward a barely visible nuclear generator (nuclear generator:1.4), half-buried under the snow. His steps are slow and heavy, with snow building up around his legs as he fights against the wind. The worn spacesuit shows signs of prolonged use, with cracks in the visor fogging over, and his breath visible inside the helmet. Snow particles whip violently around him, catching the last of the day’s light, while patches of golden sunlight filter through the blizzard, giving a surreal and fleeting glow to the harsh, frozen landscape. The setting sun casts long, dramatic shadows across the snow-covered ground, but the intensity of the storm continually threatens to snuff out the light, making the environment feel overwhelming and unforgiving. The blizzard is relentless, with snow and ice clinging to the explorer’s spacesuit, and the setting sun adds a feeling of urgency, as if time is running out. The last beams of sunlight interact with the flying snow particles, creating a flickering effect, with the light constantly shifting and fading as the explorer marches forward.

3 months ago

Wednesday Addams, now a commanding gothic warrior queen, dominates a storm-lashed battlefield, her presence both haunting and regal. Her signature long, jet-black braids—thick and intricately woven—whip violently in the gale, framing her pale, sharp-featured face. Her slender yet toned figure is clad in sleek, black bikini armor, its surface adorned with jagged silver spikes that glint ominously under the storm’s flickering light. A voluminous, tattered cape billows behind her, its edges frayed as if torn by the winds of countless battles. In her grasp, a towering scythe hums with dark energy, its blade etched with eerie runes. Around her, skeletal warriors claw their way from the blood-soaked earth, their hollow eyes fixed on ghostly knights whose spectral armor shimmers like fractured moonlight. The battlefield is a maelstrom of clashing steel and swirling mist, illuminated by dramatic, cinematic lighting that casts long, shifting shadows. Every detail is hyper-realistic, from the texture of her armor to the chaos of the undead legions, creating a scene both terrifying and majestic.

5 months ago

apunzel as a wild, battle-scarred warrior queen. Her impossibly long golden hair is braided into thick, weaponized whips, studded with metal rings and sharpened crystal tips. She wears an asymmetrical leather combat bodysuit—torn and wrapped in strands of her glowing hair like golden armor. Her deep green eyes burn with rebellion, framed by soot and sweat. She swings from tower ruins as explosions erupt behind her, using her hair like grappling ropes. Gorgeous, fierce, and untamed—she’s not waiting for a prince. She’s here to tear the tower down with her own hands, one strand at a time.

6 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water, Nine years worth of breakin' my back. There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard. See how he glides, why he's lighter than air. Oh, I see his face. Where is your star? Is it far? When do we leave? I believe, yes, I believe In the heat and the rain. With whips and chains. To see him fly. So many died. We build a tower of stone. With our flesh and bone. Just to see him fly. But don't know why. Now where do we go? Hot wind moving fast across the desert. We feel that our time has arrived. The world spins while we put his dream together. A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky. All eyes see the figure of the wizard. As he climbs to the top of the world. No sound, as he falls instead of rising. Time standing still, then there's blood on the sand. But why, In all the rain With all the chains Did so many die Just to see him fly? Look at my flesh and bone. Look at his tower of stone I see a rainbow rising Look there on the horizon. And I'm coming home. Time is standing still, He gave back my will My eyes are bleeding, And my heart is leaving here. The place I've known, But it's not home, Take me back. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

8 months ago

a professional photo of a exceptionally of the most beautiful girl in the world, (age 7), Kailani (futuristic),(masterpiece), (realistic), (perfect anatomy), flawless skin, lightly sun tanned, large beautiful brilliant Forest Tea golden-blue-silver-brown eyes, black eye liner, light pink blush, dark black eye shadow, small dimples in cheeks very long blonde hair, (dressed in the style of an amazon warrior), with a wonder women whip, on her hip walking on a beach, a jungle in the background, ninja sword strapped to her back, (8k), (high res),ultra-detailed, photo-realistic, front view, highly detailed, volumetric, dramatic light Perfect graphics, ultra-detailed, photo-realistic, full image view, full body view, front view

9 months ago

Frozen Fray: A barbarian warrior, encased in battered black chrome armor, stands confidently amidst a blustery snowy forest. Her fur-lined cloak billows behind her in the wind, the wind whipping her long, braided red hair into a frenzy. full lips and blackout eyeshadow accentuate her intense gaze, 4 fingers and 1 thumb, an iron tiara crowns her triangular face. Braids cascade down her back as she brandishes a massive glowing red sword, its skull-engraved hilt glinting in the pale light. The snow-covered trees tower above, their branches etched against the grey sky like skeletal fingers, as our armored heroine unleashes a fierce battle cry into the frozen wilderness.

3 months ago

A vibrant, photorealistic, full-body street style portrait of a trendy young Japanese woman in Harajuku, Tokyo. She is crouching on the pavement, looking directly at the camera while eating a gourmet waffle cone topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. She has a stylish short bob with blonde and pink two-tone hair, adorned with a large pink bow headband. Her makeup is playful, featuring cute freckles and subtle glitter under her eyes. Her outfit consists of a denim vest, ripped boyfriend jeans, barefoot (((show foot))). The focus is on the incredible detail of her elaborate, colorful, and glittery decora nail art. Shot on a Sony A7R IV with a 50mm f/1.2 GM lens for a shallow depth of field, capturing the bustling street background with soft bokeh. The lighting is bright and natural, and the colors are rich and saturated, embodying the energetic and fashionable spirit of Harajuku.

7 months ago

A powerful fully topless with, her breasts painted with blood, (witch:1.5) with (jet-black hair:1.4), her hair whipping violently in the chaotic winds, stands at the center of a (vertical spiraling vortex of fire:1.5), rising from the ground like a colossal (upright Twister ice cream:1.4). The unholy flames are (blue:1.3) and (purple:1.3), twisting and crackling as they encircle her in dense, spiraling coils, their glow casting intense, flickering shadows across her form and the scorched ground beneath her feet. Her eyes glow faintly white, rolled subtly back in her head, adding a terrifying and otherworldly aura to her appearance. The glow is faint, almost as if the light emanates from deep within her, intensifying her connection to the destructive forces she wields. Her expression is one of intense focus, her furrowed brows and parted lips showing the strain of channeling such immense power. She wears a (sheer black dress:1.6) with (oversized, flowing sleeves:1.5) that billow dramatically in the vortex’s winds. One side of her dress has come undone, sliding down her shoulder in the frenzy, revealing a subtle hint of one breast, as though the raw energy of her power has caused her appearance to become as chaotic as the firestorm she commands. The fabric clings lightly to her body in places, accentuating her curves while maintaining a sense of mystery and elegance. The dress flows dynamically in the swirling wind, twisting and fluttering as if alive, amplifying the sense of motion and intensity. She grips a (wand carved from a human femur:1.6), the handle adorned with (skeleton fingers:1.4) gripping the bone tightly, as though channeling her unholy power. Around her waist, a (rope belt:1.4) hangs loosely, adorned with (shrunken heads:1.7), their leathery faces twisted in agony, their grotesque forms reminiscent of the ceremonial work of Jivaroan tribes. The heads sway slightly in the vortex, their eerie stillness contrasting with the wild motion of the flames. The ground beneath her feet is scorched and cracked, glowing faintly with embers. Scattered (withered skulls and incomplete bones:1.3) lie among the charred earth, blending seamlessly into the apocalyptic scene. The (vertical vortex of fire:1.5) rises around her, twisting upward in a dense, hypnotic spiral. The flames pulse with chaotic energy, their intertwined hues of purple and blue casting (volumetric light:1.4) through the smoky, ash-filled air. The atmosphere is alive with glowing embers, drifting ash, and the faint echoes of crackling flames, creating a scene of raw, unrelenting power and destruction.

2 months ago

A masked cowgirl clings to the side of a speeding steam train under moonlight, wind whipping her hair and coat. Her outfit is a daring mix of lace and gunmetal — garter holsters, high-slit skirt, and fingerless gloves. Sparks fly from the rails below as she prepares to leap to the next car. Motion blur on the train, intense moonlight, dramatic perspective, cinematic tension, photorealistic textures, Flux style.

5 months ago

Ultra-cinematic, hyper-realistic close-up of Seraphina, the Viper Queen, standing in a wind-swept desert at golden hour. Her sculpted body is wrapped in a sleek, sand-colored tactical bodysuit, partially unzipped to reveal bronzed, sweat-slicked skin. Golden armor plates hug her curves, snake motifs etched along her thigh holsters and collarbone. Her dark eyes are lined in kohl, piercing with predator calm, lips slightly parted. Behind her, a sandstorm brews, casting dramatic shadows across her face. A curved blade drips with venom in one hand, the other resting on her hip. Her long black braid whips in the wind. Every detail is rich, cinematic — dust particles glowing in the light, fabric textures alive with motion. She is power incarnate.

8 months ago

First person POV, the Sultan’s hands, adorned with intricately designed Ottoman rings, grip the hilt of a majestic saber as he rides through a battlefield. The camera focuses on his hands, firmly holding the sword’s handle as his steed gallops forward. His fingers, strong and poised, are wrapped around the hilt, prepared for action, while the gold and gemstone rings shimmer in the light of battle. The battlefield stretches out before him—Ottoman soldiers in shining armor and elite Janissaries form disciplined ranks, ready for the clash. The wind whips through the Sultan's velvet cloak as his boots press into the stirrups, his steed charging forward into the heart of the combat. The roar of soldiers and the sound of clashing steel fills the air as the Sultan leads his forces into battle. His eyes are focused on the chaos ahead, his hands ready to wield the sword that symbolizes his power. The sky above is filled with the smoke of cannon fire, and the field is dotted with Ottoman banners, fluttering proudly in the wind. The Sultan, undeterred by the ferocity of the conflict, remains poised, a true commander on the field. --ar 9:16 --s 250

6 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water, Nine years worth of breakin' my back. There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard. See how he glides, why he's lighter than air. Oh, I see his face. Where is your star? Is it far? When do we leave? I believe, yes, I believe In the heat and the rain. With whips and chains. To see him fly. So many died. We build a tower of stone. With our flesh and bone. Just to see him fly. But don't know why. Now where do we go? Hot wind moving fast across the desert. We feel that our time has arrived. The world spins while we put his dream together. A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky. All eyes see the figure of the wizard. As he climbs to the top of the world. No sound, as he falls instead of rising. Time standing still, then there's blood on the sand. But why, In all the rain With all the chains Did so many die Just to see him fly? Look at my flesh and bone. Look at his tower of stone I see a rainbow rising Look there on the horizon. And I'm coming home. Time is standing still, He gave back my will My eyes are bleeding, And my heart is leaving here. The place I've known, But it's not home, Take me back. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

6 months ago

A deconstructed Black Forest gateau, presented in the style of a Michelin-star restaurant's haute cuisine. On a dark, minimalist slate plate, the individual components of the classic cake are artfully arranged. There is a smear of rich chocolate ganache, perfectly placed kirsch-infused cherries, delicate dollops of whipped cream, a sprinkle of 'chocolate soil' for texture, and thin, elegant shards of dark chocolate standing vertically. A single, smooth quenelle of deep red cherry sorbet sits to one side. The plating is clean and precise, and the dish is captured with dramatic, focused lighting that emphasizes the different textures and colors. The image should evoke a sense of modern culinary artistry applied to a traditional German dessert.

4 months ago

(A hyper-realistic, masterpiece-level color photograph:1.3) of a woman in a Soviet-style retrofuturistic spacesuit (Soviet retrofuturism:1.5) standing in the icy expanse of the Arctic during a fierce blizzard (blizzard in the Arctic:1.4). The woman’s suit, weathered and bulky, bears the clear red insignia of CCCP across the chest (CCCP insignia:1.5), adding to the harsh, militaristic aesthetic of the scene. The spacesuit has a Cold War-era design, with bold red accents and a heavy, utilitarian build, blending the futuristic with the gritty, industrial style of the Soviet Union. Surrounding her, several small, glowing stars float tethered by thick industrial chains (tethered glowing stars in a blizzard:1.4). These stars cut through the blizzard, casting yellow light that glows eerily against the swirling snow. The stars, connected to the icy ground by chains, sway violently in the wind, their light creating dynamic volumetric beams as they fight against the storm. The woman’s helmet visor reflects the glowing stars and the chaos of the blizzard around her, casting intricate patterns of light across her suit, which is half-covered in snow and ice. The volumetric lighting from the stars pierces the thick snowstorm, illuminating the drifting snowflakes and casting long, dramatic shadows across the snowy landscape. The environment is harsh and unforgiving—her spacesuit is covered in frost, and the cold, biting wind whips at her, while snow drifts build up around her legs. The blizzard creates an intense sense of motion, with the snow swirling around in unpredictable patterns, making it feel as though the woman is standing in the heart of a Soviet Arctic research mission gone wrong. Amidst the storm, the CCCP insignia glows faintly under the light of the stars, a symbol of the lost Soviet expedition. The glowing stars and industrial chains are tethered to the icy ground, creating a surreal, otherworldly scene in the middle of this brutal landscape. The scene is a combination of retrofuturistic design and gritty realism, with the harshness of the blizzard contrasting against the surreal glow of the stars. The intense lighting from the stars and the complex shadows they cast against the swirling snow create a dramatic, cinematic atmosphere. The overall mood is cold, brutal, and haunting, capturing a moment of isolation and survival in the Soviet retrofuturistic Arctic wasteland

6 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out side view full body HD Photo High noon, oh I'd sell my soul for water, Nine years worth of breakin' my back. There's no sun in the shadow of the wizard. See how he glides, why he's lighter than air. Oh, I see his face. Where is your star? Is it far? When do we leave? I believe, yes, I believe In the heat and the rain. With whips and chains. To see him fly. So many died. We build a tower of stone. With our flesh and bone. Just to see him fly. But don't know why. Now where do we go? Hot wind moving fast across the desert. We feel that our time has arrived. The world spins while we put his dream together. A tower of stone to take him straight to the sky. All eyes see the figure of the wizard. As he climbs to the top of the world. No sound, as he falls instead of rising. Time standing still, then there's blood on the sand. But why, In all the rain With all the chains Did so many die Just to see him fly? Look at my flesh and bone. Look at his tower of stone I see a rainbow rising Look there on the horizon. And I'm coming home. Time is standing still, He gave back my will My eyes are bleeding, And my heart is leaving here. The place I've known, But it's not home, Take me back. No poorly formed fingers, no extra arms, no extra legs, no extra fingers, no poorly formed hands, no poorly drawn body, no poorly drawn teeth, no bad anatomy.

3 months ago

A vibrant, photorealistic, full-body street style portrait of a trendy young Japanese woman in Harajuku, Tokyo. She is crouching on the pavement, looking directly at the camera while eating a gourmet waffle cone topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. She has a stylish short bob with blonde and pink two-tone hair, adorned with a large pink bow headband. Her makeup is playful, featuring cute freckles and subtle glitter under her eyes. Her outfit consists of a denim vest, ripped boyfriend jeans, and white sneakers. The focus is on the incredible detail of her elaborate, colorful, and glittery decora nail art. Shot on a Sony A7R IV with a 50mm f/1.2 GM lens for a shallow depth of field, capturing the bustling street background with soft bokeh. The lighting is bright and natural, and the colors are rich and saturated, embodying the energetic and fashionable spirit of Harajuku.

3 months ago

A vibrant, photorealistic, full-body street style portrait of a trendy young Japanese woman in Harajuku, Tokyo. She is crouching on the pavement, looking directly at the camera while eating a gourmet waffle cone topped with whipped cream and sprinkles. She has a stylish short bob with blonde and pink two-tone hair, adorned with a large pink bow headband. Her makeup is playful, featuring cute freckles and subtle glitter under her eyes. Her outfit consists of a denim vest, ripped boyfriend jeans, barefoot (((show foot))). The focus is on the incredible detail of her elaborate, colorful, and glittery decora nail art. Shot on a Sony A7R IV with a 50mm f/1.2 GM lens for a shallow depth of field, capturing the bustling street background with soft bokeh. The lighting is bright and natural, and the colors are rich and saturated, embodying the energetic and fashionable spirit of Harajuku.

9 months ago

(A hyper-realistic, cinematic photograph in the style of 1970s Soviet sci-fi:1.3), depicting a lone Soviet Arctic explorer struggling through an intense blizzard (flying snow particles:1.7) as the setting sun (setting sun through blizzard:1.5) tries to pierce through the swirling storm. The explorer is clad in a bulky, worn, and weathered retro-futuristic spacesuit, with faded red and white accents and a prominently displayed CCCP insignia across the chest (CCCP insignia:1.5). His suit is covered in frost and ice, battered by the harsh Arctic conditions, with snow clinging to the edges and joints. The blizzard is fierce, with snow and ice particles violently flying through the air (flying snow particles:1.7), obscuring the landscape and making the explorer’s journey even more treacherous. The air is thick with whipping snow, which interacts with the faint light from the setting sun (sunlight piercing through storm:1.5), casting dim, golden beams that struggle to penetrate the storm. The light creates fleeting, volumetric shafts through the blizzard, catching on the swirling snowflakes and illuminating the scene in brief, ghostly flashes. Despite the fading light and harsh conditions, the explorer presses on toward a barely visible nuclear generator (nuclear generator:1.4), half-buried under the snow. His steps are slow and heavy, with snow building up around his legs as he fights against the wind. The worn spacesuit shows signs of prolonged use, with cracks in the visor fogging over, and his breath visible inside the helmet. Snow particles whip violently around him, catching the last of the day’s light, while patches of golden sunlight filter through the blizzard, giving a surreal and fleeting glow to the harsh, frozen landscape. The setting sun casts long, dramatic shadows across the snow-covered ground, but the intensity of the storm continually threatens to snuff out the light, making the environment feel overwhelming and unforgiving. The blizzard is relentless, with snow and ice clinging to the explorer’s spacesuit, and the setting sun adds a feeling of urgency, as if time is running out. The last beams of sunlight interact with the flying snow particles, creating a flickering effect, with the light constantly shifting and fading as the explorer marches forward.