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Prompt by Ignis_Tempestas

ashen black prompts

very few results

9 months ago

An ultra-realistic, full-body portrait of a blood-soaked Valkyrie woman, exuding a chilling ferocity with a dark and brutal palette. She wears battered and bloodstained metal armor, with subtle bronze and crimson accents, creating a terrifying and captivating contrast. The armor features intricate battle damage and tribal markings, designed with a sense of war-like brutality and ancestral rage. Her photorealistic face radiates a fierce beauty, with sharp features and eyes that burn with an unquenchable thirst for vengeance. Her long, matted black hair is styled with jagged cuts and adorned with feathers and bone trinkets. Ethereal tattoos in glowing blood-red patterns swirl along her arms and face, hinting at her warrior heritage. She holds a massive, bloodied axe, now grounded and menacing, reflecting the dim, torch-lit lighting around her. The background is a chaotic and ghastly mix of battle-scarred landscapes and burning ruins in hues of deep crimson, ashen black, and smoky gray, emphasizing her vengeful and relentless presence. Harsh, flickering lighting casts sharp, macabre shadows and muted highlights, accentuating the powerful lines of her imposing stance. The image combines advanced digital artistry techniques, including ray tracing and displacement mapping, with mixed-media digital painting. Every element is brought to life in UHD resolution, showcasing her as a powerful yet terrifying warrior, blending the aesthetics of Viking horror and dark fantasy realism in one extraordinary full-body composition. A single, severed head lies at her feet.

8 months ago

Ultra-photorealistic cinematic film still of Alicia Vikander reimagined as the Grim Reaper, blending her natural beauty with an aura of haunting power and timeless authority. Her face is ethereal and striking, her sharp cheekbones and soft jawline accentuated by the cold, spectral glow of the surrounding light. Her skin is an ashen, porcelain hue, smooth yet unnervingly flawless, with faint, silvery veins visible just beneath the surface. Her deep brown eyes glow faintly with an otherworldly silver light, exuding both wisdom and an unrelenting inevitability. Her lips, slightly parted, are a dark, muted plum, adding to her haunting yet elegant appearance. Her hair is raven black, cascading in long, flowing waves that shimmer faintly as if touched by a supernatural breeze. Wisps of silvery mist weave through the strands, catching the dim light and creating an almost halo-like effect. Around her head hovers a faint, incorporeal crown of glowing runes, shifting and flickering like dying embers, signifying her dominion over life and death. She is dressed in an avant-garde interpretation of the Reaper’s cloak: a sleek, black, floor-length robe with intricate textures resembling flowing smoke and shadows. The fabric seems almost alive, shifting subtly as though it’s a part of the darkness itself. The edges of the cloak are frayed and dissolve into ethereal mist, giving her an otherworldly, intangible quality. Beneath the robe, glimpses of silvery armor etched with ancient, cryptic symbols are visible, hinting at her role as a celestial enforcer. Her hood is drawn back, revealing her face, but the shadows of the hood frame her features in a dramatic, gothic contrast. In her right hand, she wields a scythe unlike any other: its massive blade is forged from a gleaming black metal that reflects faint, ghostly images of souls. The staff is carved from a dark, polished wood entwined with glowing silver runes that pulse faintly, as though alive. Her left hand hovers slightly, trailing a faint mist of spectral energy that curls and dissipates into the surrounding air. The background is a surreal, otherworldly landscape: a vast, barren expanse shrouded in mist, with jagged, obsidian-like rock formations rising into the sky. The horizon glows faintly with an eerie, greenish-blue light, as if it’s the border between the world of the living and the dead. Shadowy silhouettes of wandering souls drift aimlessly in the distance, their faint whispers almost audible in the stillness. Above, the sky is a chaotic swirl of dark clouds, pierced by occasional streaks of ethereal light that illuminate the scene in fleeting bursts. The lighting is dramatic, with cold, pale blue and green tones dominating the scene, casting Alicia’s figure in sharp relief. The glowing runes on her armor and scythe cast subtle, shifting light patterns on her robes and the ground. Her face is illuminated by a soft, ghostly glow, emphasizing her beauty while adding an unnerving edge to her expression. Shadows play dynamically across her figure, enhancing the ethereal, otherworldly atmosphere. Her expression is calm and resolute, with a faint, enigmatic smile that suggests she understands the inevitability of her role. Her eyes convey both compassion and an uncompromising sense of duty, embodying the dual nature of the Grim Reaper as both a harbinger of death and a guide for lost souls. There’s a sense of timeless authority in her posture, as though she has walked the boundary between life and death for eternity. This ultra-photorealistic image is indistinguishable from a professional cinematic film still, with every detail—from the textures of her cloak and scythe to the eerie, atmospheric backdrop—rendered in breathtaking precision. The mood is chilling, majestic, and steeped in gothic gravitas.

5 months ago

An award-winning oil painting masterpiece of gothic horror, drenched in dread and decay, depicting a deeply disturbing, broken antique doll abandoned in the rotting attic of a long-forgotten house. The doll sits slumped against a crumbling wooden beam, its body shattered in places—one arm missing, porcelain skull cracked wide open to reveal the hollow black within. Jagged fractures run down its face like veins, and from its single remaining eye, a glassy stare glints with unnatural awareness. Its dress, once delicate lace, hangs in tatters—stained with water damage, soot, and something darker. Mold creeps across the fabric in blotches of sickly green and grey. Strands of coarse hair cling to its scalp, damp and matted. A faint trail of something red and dry streaks down its chin, and its grin—half-formed, half-split—is too wide, too human. The room around it is soaked in dampness and decay. The wallpaper peels in curled sheets, revealing blackened, mold-covered boards beneath. The ceiling sags with rot, and rainwater drips slowly from a rusted pipe in the corner, pooling into a warped floorboard that has split open like a wound. The light is minimal—just a faint, sickly greenish glow leaking through a broken window veiled with grime, casting long shadows that twist unnaturally. The palette is dank and heavy—deep, desaturated hues of mildew green, rotting wood brown, ashen grey, and blood-maroon. The brushwork is thick, expressive, and moody, every stroke enhancing the feeling of moist air, silence, and a presence just beyond the frame. The overall effect is suffocating and magnetic—a visual whisper from the darker corners of memory and imagination. A chilling, unforgettable oil masterpiece—where the doll doesn’t just sit, but lingers