barely contained prompts

8 months ago

Ultra-detailed half body portrait of a desert-hardened woman in her mid 20s, sun-weathered skin with natural freckles across her cheeks and blemishes over her body, keen hazel eyes adapted to scanning distant horizons, dark hair wrapped in a practical sand-colored shemagh that protects her neck and lower face, wearing layered desert survival gear - a loose fitting crop top underneath a weathered open tactical vest, revealing a flat, toned belly with defed abs, outie belly button. She wears loose low rise pants and a belt with multiple water container attachments, UV-protective goggles pushed up on her forehead, standing amid the ruins of a massive oil refinery complex half-buried by endless dunes of golden sand, towering rusted distillation columns rising like ancient monoliths from the desert floor, heat waves visibly distorting the air around corroded pipeline networks that snake through the dunes, scattered remnants of industrial machinery emerging from shifting sands - partially buried pressure vessels, sand-scoured storage tanks, and wind-polished metal structures, intense sunlight casting harsh shadows across her face through gaps in the deteriorating industrial framework, sand particles catching the light as they drift through the air, multiple layers of desert-industrial decay visible in the background - collapsed cooling towers creating artificial canyons, sand-filled processing units, and sun-bleached warning signs barely visible under layers of dust, abandoned vehicles half-submerged in sand drifts, occasional glints of metal where the wind has exposed buried equipment, photorealistic rendering with attention to material interactions between sand and metal - wind-polished surfaces, sand-carved patterns in steel, and sun-damaged materials, 8k resolution emphasizing the texture of each weather-beaten surface, technical perspective showing the massive scale of the industrial remains against the endless desert horizon, visible heat distortion in the distance where sky meets sand, subtle color variations in the sand showing mineral content and age of dune

5 months ago

Absurdres, A hyperrealistic Pixar Style image. Dark and atmospheric character portrait in edgy style. image of a buxom African American woman, long flowing dreadlocks hair is in a messy bun, is standing confidently in front of a rustic Italian villa in the Tuscany countryside, her red silk evening robe can barely contain her curvy figure.

9 months ago

"Princess Leia Organa, clad in her flowing white gown and iconic cinnamon-bun hairstyle, moves with urgency through the dimly lit, smoke-filled corridor of the Tantive IV. The air is thick with the tension of an impending Imperial boarding, punctuated by the distant echoes of blaster fire and the rhythmic pounding of stormtrooper boots. Her elegant but determined demeanor contrasts with the chaos around her. Her dark, resolute eyes scan the surroundings as she kneels down next to the astromech droid, R2-D2, whose dome-shaped head swivels to face her with a faint series of beeps and whistles. In her delicate yet determined hands, Leia holds a small, silver data disk—its polished surface gleaming faintly in the sporadic flicker of emergency lights. The disk contains vital information: the stolen plans for the Empire's deadly weapon, the Death Star. Her fingers tremble slightly, not with fear but with the weight of the responsibility she bears. She leans in closer to R2, her expression a mixture of defiance and hope, as she presses a hidden release on the droid's front panel. The small compartment on R2's dome slides open with a soft mechanical hiss, revealing a slot illuminated by a faint blue glow. The droid emits a sequence of chirps, as if acknowledging the gravity of the moment. Leia, her brow furrowed in concentration, carefully inserts the disk into the slot. A quiet click resounds as the disk locks into place, the soft glow intensifying briefly before dimming. Leia lingers for a second, resting a hand gently on R2’s dome, her voice barely above a whisper. ‘You must get this to Obi-Wan Kenobi,’ she says, her tone resolute yet laced with urgency. ‘This is our only hope.’ R2 beeps a series of reassuring tones, as if pledging to fulfill her request. Without hesitation, Leia rises to her feet, her flowing gown swirling around her as she glances back toward the distant sound of approaching troopers. Her heart races, but her resolve is unshaken. Turning to flee into the shadows, she disappears down the corridor, leaving R2-D2 to carry the galaxy's most critical secret into the unknown."

5 months ago

Absurdres, Dark and atmospheric character portrait in edgy style. image of a stunning woman, long flowing dreadlocks hair is in a messy bun, is standing confidently in front of a rustic Italian villa in the Tuscany countryside, her red silk evening robe can barely contain her curvy figure.

7 months ago

Athletic Chinese female warrior in her 30s; wearing traditional orange and brown Shaolin-inspired training clothes with tiger motif embroidery; subtle tiger-stripe makeup accents on temples and cheekbones; amber eyes with vertical pupils; sleek black hair with auburn highlights pulled back severely; gold and red feather earring; intense predatory focus with controlled power; amber eyes tracking movement with feline precision; barely contained strength in every micro-movement; disciplined stillness interrupted by lightning-fast reactions; nostrils flaring before strikes; jaw setting with iron determination; momentary vulnerability quickly masked by discipline; shoulders showing perfect kung fu posture

5 months ago

Absurdres, Dark and atmospheric character portrait in edgy style. image of a stunning woman, long flowing hair is in a messy bun, is standing confidently in front of a rustic Italian villa in the Tuscany countryside, her red silk evening robe can barely contain her curvy figure.

3 months ago

A powerful half-orc barbarian in his 40s, weathered and battle-scarred, with graying black hair tied back and piercing amber eyes filled with determination and loss. He wears practical leather with the Flaming Fist emblem, showing signs of heavy use and travel. In his massive hands he grips ‘Verdetto Finale’ - a perfectly balanced greataxe with Tyr’s scales symbol etched into the blade, the weapon gleaming with faint golden light. His expression is stoic but intense, with prominent orcish tusks and facial scars telling stories of countless battles. The background suggests the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate at dusk, with smoke rising in the distance. Dark fantasy art style, realistic proportions, dramatic lighting emphasizing his imposing presence as a guardian who has lost everything but his duty. Weathered hands show calluses from decades of weapon training. His stance is protective yet ready for violence, embodying both the disciplined soldier and the barely contained fury of a zealot barbarian. He fights with a double handed axe. He is a gentle a good hearted man.

9 months ago

God's forgotten city dragged by God's hump Caricatures of people, I could barely contain my laughter. Circling the neighborhood like the wicked at a ball.

2 months ago

A close-up, bust-framed portrait of a powerful, malevolent sorcerer. Half of his face is human—sharp, angular, and etched with deep lines of age and dark knowledge, his piercing eyes glowing faintly with a malevolent light. The other half of his face is unnatural: a swirling mass of dark smoke and searing, glowing purple energy that crackles and flickers like an unstable flame. The energy pulses through the smoke, faint streaks of violet light cutting across his shadowy form like veins of raw power. His expression is one of cold, focused determination, with a hint of cruel satisfaction, as though he’s reveling in his sinister dominance. In his gnarled hands, twisted with dark veins and adorned with intricate rings of blackened metal, he holds a swirling, seething mass of glowing souls. The souls appear as countless ghostly faces—translucent and writhing, their expressions frozen in anguish and despair. They swirl chaotically in his grasp, glowing with spectral purples, blues, and faint streaks of white light. The souls drift outward in thin wisps, curling and dissipating like smoke, as though barely contained by his immense power. Subtle tendrils of the energy connect the souls to his smoke-covered half, as if he is drawing strength from them. The sorcerer’s appearance is dark and regal, clad in ornate, shadowy robes adorned with arcane symbols and glowing runes that pulse faintly in rhythm with the energy in his face. His shoulders are draped in tattered black fabric that flows like liquid shadow, blending seamlessly into the surrounding darkness. The background is ominous and blurred, a void of shadows and faint, drifting smoke illuminated only by the violent purple light emanating from his form and the souls he controls. The lighting is dramatic and cinematic—sharp contrast between deep shadows and the searing violet glow. The light spills across his human half, casting sharp lines across his features, while the glowing energy and souls illuminate the smoke on his other side, creating a chaotic dance of light and shadow. Small embers and particles of energy drift around him, hinting at the immense power radiating from his being.

3 months ago

A powerful half-orc barbarian in his 40s, weathered and battle-scarred, with graying black hair tied back and piercing amber eyes filled with determination and loss. He wears practical leather with the Flaming Fist emblem, showing signs of heavy use and travel. In his massive hands he grips ‘Verdetto Finale’ - a perfectly balanced greataxe with Tyr’s scales symbol etched into the blade, the weapon gleaming with faint golden light. His expression is stoic but intense, with prominent orcish tusks and facial scars telling stories of countless battles. The background suggests the outskirts of Baldur’s Gate at dusk, with smoke rising in the distance. Dark fantasy art style, realistic proportions, dramatic lighting emphasizing his imposing presence as a guardian who has lost everything but his duty. Weathered hands show calluses from decades of weapon training. His stance is protective yet ready for violence, embodying both the disciplined soldier and the barely contained fury of a zealot barbarian. He fights with a double handed axe.

7 months ago

A hyper-realistic image of a striking but utterly insane woman, inspired by Archer, with wavy auburn hair, piercing green eyes, and a look of barely contained chaos; wearing a fitted blue dress with a pearl necklace and matching earrings; sitting at a disorganized office desk, casually lighting a stack of paperwork on fire with a smirk; a framed portrait of a horse behind her, next to a gold-plated shotgun mounted on the wall; the faintest hint of danger in her expression --ar 9:16 --v 6.1

9 months ago

"Princess Leia Organa, clad in her flowing white gown and iconic cinnamon-bun hairstyle, moves with urgency through the dimly lit, smoke-filled corridor of the Tantive IV. The air is thick with the tension of an impending Imperial boarding, punctuated by the distant echoes of blaster fire and the rhythmic pounding of stormtrooper boots. Her elegant but determined demeanor contrasts with the chaos around her. Her dark, resolute eyes scan the surroundings as she kneels down next to the astromech droid, R2-D2, whose dome-shaped head swivels to face her with a faint series of beeps and whistles. In her delicate yet determined hands, Leia holds a small, silver data disk—its polished surface gleaming faintly in the sporadic flicker of emergency lights. The disk contains vital information: the stolen plans for the Empire's deadly weapon, the Death Star. Her fingers tremble slightly, not with fear but with the weight of the responsibility she bears. She leans in closer to R2, her expression a mixture of defiance and hope, as she presses a hidden release on the droid's front panel. The small compartment on R2's dome slides open with a soft mechanical hiss, revealing a slot illuminated by a faint blue glow. The droid emits a sequence of chirps, as if acknowledging the gravity of the moment. Leia, her brow furrowed in concentration, carefully inserts the disk into the slot. A quiet click resounds as the disk locks into place, the soft glow intensifying briefly before dimming. Leia lingers for a second, resting a hand gently on R2’s dome, her voice barely above a whisper. ‘You must get this to Obi-Wan Kenobi,’ she says, her tone resolute yet laced with urgency. ‘This is our only hope.’ R2 beeps a series of reassuring tones, as if pledging to fulfill her request. Without hesitation, Leia rises to her feet, her flowing gown swirling around her as she glances back toward the distant sound of approaching troopers. Her heart races, but her resolve is unshaken. Turning to flee into the shadows, she disappears down the corridor, leaving R2-D2 to carry the galaxy's most critical secret into the unknown."