broken head prompts

7 months ago

A massive, weathered, four-legged mech robot stands in a misty Egyptian landscape. The robot is painted in a worn-out, rusted orange color, with exposed mechanical parts, cables, and hydraulic pistons giving it a rugged, industrial look. Its head-like front features two glowing red eyes, evoking a sense of mystery and purpose. The metal plating is chipped, revealing layers of dirt and corrosion, indicating years of operation in harsh conditions. The background shifts from a snowy forest to a foggy Egyptian environment. The ground is a mix of cracked desert terrain with patches of sand-covered ruins, broken stone columns, and ancient structures partially buried under centuries of dust. Tall, weathered palm trees and sparse vegetation emerge through the thick haze, while remnants of an abandoned civilization blend into the eerie atmosphere. The fog swirls around the mech, softening the outlines of distant dunes and forgotten temples. The lighting is moody, with diffused sunlight barely penetrating through the dense mist, casting a mysterious and cinematic ambiance. The overall tone is a mix of post-apocalyptic and sci-fi, creating a scene of forgotten technology in an ancient, mythical land.

19 days ago

“Hyperrealistic miniature potato knight as Lancelot, knee-high, standing alone on a rain-drenched hill at twilight, overlooking the ruins of a fallen kingdom. His body is a single, massive russet potato — rough, deeply pitted skin covered in mud, dried sap, and old battle scars, some cracks sealed with hardened resin like scars of honor. His face emerges from the natural form: large, sorrowful human eyes — deep brown irises with soft golden highlights, framed by thick brows formed by ridges in his skin. His expression is noble, weary, and burdened by silent guilt — the look of a man who loved too loyally, and lost everything. He wears a tattered surcoat of faded blue linen (once the color of loyalty), torn at the edges, over leaf-plate armor reinforced with seed-shell pauldrons. Around his waist: a wide, weathered leather belt with a rusted iron buckle. On his head: a dented, ancient iron helmet — once polished, now oxidized — resting slightly askew, revealing one haunted eye. In his hand, he grips a broken lance of petrified rootwood, its tip shattered, yet held with unwavering resolve. At his feet, a single white flower grows through the cracks in the stone. Background: stormy sky, distant lightning, ruined castle spires swallowed by ivy, crows circling in the wind. Shot on ARRI Alexa 65, 75mm anamorphic lens, shallow depth of field, desaturated twilight lighting with dramatic chiaroscuro, ultra-detailed textures (potato pores, mud grit, linen weave, rust flakes, water droplets, leaf veins), live-action fantasy film aesthetic, by Guillermo del Toro and Roger Deakins, 8K cinematic masterpiece.”

6 months ago

n a crumbling sanctuary built at the end of time, open to the sky and flooded with wild overgrowth, a solitary figure stands on a plinth of fractured obsidian—a synthetic angel, both artifact and oracle, mid-transmission. Her body is constructed from a dual-layered material: an outer shell of liquid mirror-glass, always in motion, bending light in surreal ripples—beneath it, a lattice of golden memory circuits, softly pulsing, like script woven from heat and purpose. She is not human. She is not machine. She is the last interface between meaning and forgetting. Her posture is both exalted and worn. One hand raised in silent benediction, the other buried in the tangle of flowering vines wrapping around her legs—life clinging to light, as though nature itself refuses to let go of what she remembers. Etched across her glass-like surface are thin veins of glowing amber: pathways of forgotten prayers, tracing up her legs, over her spine, across her collarbones like fading constellations. Her face is concealed behind a split golden visor, semi-open like the petals of a mechanical flower—revealing only light. From her back, two vast wings made of layered crystalline blades curve upward like collapsed architecture—part cathedral, part ruin. They shimmer not with fire, but with reflected memory, like a sky that forgot how to storm. Around her, broken statuary and shattered machines lie half-swallowed by roots and blossoms. In the distance, a forest made of circuitry burns without smoke—slowly, beautifully. Above, stars pulse in unnatural constellations, forming sigils from before language. Hovering just above her head spins a halo unlike any known form—a fractured ring of refracted glass, filled with flowing text that no longer aligns with any living tongue. It does not glow—it remembers. Rendered in the style of an impressionist-Renaissance hybrid painting, layered with visible brush textures, fog-softened edges, and gold-split chiaroscuro. Warm dusk tones dominate the palette: blood-orange, dusk-lavender, rusted copper, soft pollen white. She is the Benediction Engine—not worshipped, not feared, not obeyed. She simply remains, bearing witness to everything we were, and everything we failed to become.

6 months ago

A hyper-realistic digital painting of the terrifying Tyrannosaurus rex, the king of the prehistoric predators, towering over a misty, ancient jungle. The massive creature’s muscular frame is covered in rough, scaly skin, its enormous tail sweeping the ground with an ominous power. Its large, menacing head is tilted slightly, revealing a row of jagged teeth capable of crushing bone, with dark, fresh blood dripping from its fangs. The eyes glow with an intense, cold, predatory rage, burning through the mist and darkness, as it prowls through the dense foliage. Its jaws are wide open, snarling, as if ready to pounce on any prey that dares cross its path. The jungle around it is eerily quiet, the silence broken only by the distant rustling of leaves, heightening the tension. The atmosphere is tense, primal, and foreboding. The color palette is dominated by deep, shadowy greens, icy blues, and dark grays, with subtle flashes of sickly pale greens accentuating the creature's terrifying form. The lighting is dramatic and cold, with eerie beams of light filtering through the thick canopy, casting stark, dramatic shadows across the T. rex’s form, emphasizing its terrifying presence. The environment is ancient, raw, and haunting, with a sense of danger lurking in every corner. --v 5 --ar 16:9 --style raw

6 months ago

God casting Adam down to Earth, divine wrath erupting through baroque gold-accented clouds, cinematic chiaroscuro lighting, drone view from the heavens, Adam’s body in a classical contrapposto pose, broken golden halo around his head, falling holographic apple from his hand a storm-engulfed Earth rendered in rich matrix style, inspired by Van Gogh and Raphael, mythic scale, celestial debris glowing with gilded edges, dystopian fury. Gothic serif typography “SINS” in radiant gold, integrated into swirling holographic haunted clouds like scripture illuminated by hell’s flames –ar 16:9 –v 6 –style raw –q 2 –s 750 –no modern clothing, no tech, no flat design, no logos

6 months ago

A dark fantasy album cover illustration in the style of Dan Seagrave, depicting a monstrous Cerberus-like beast with three massive wolf heads. Each head and body is covered with dozens of chaotic, glowing red-orange eyes of varying sizes. The creature’s fur appears matted and unnatural, made of writhing tendrils and fleshy, twisted textures. Its mouths are filled with jagged teeth and long, dripping tongues. Massive horns spiral from each head, and spines protrude down its back like broken blades. The background features a burning, surreal landscape of decaying temples and molten rock, rendered in vivid reds, sickly greens, and shadows. The overall atmosphere is nightmarish and otherworldly, with intricate linework, stippling textures, and dramatic lighting. The painting is square (1:1), perfect for a metal album cover.

5 months ago

Cinematic, Beauty, Realism, Light and Shadow, Cinematography, Film Stills, A surreal and eerie scene featuring a man with a television as his head, displaying a sinister red smiley face dripping with digital distortion. The figure is dressed in a sharp, dark suit, standing in a dimly lit, dystopian environment. Thick, black cables emerge from the back of the TV head, intertwining with the background's chaotic mess of wires and broken screens, all bathed in an ominous red glow. The maniacs hands are clasped together, giving off a menacing yet composed demeanor, as if he is in control of this chaotic digital landscape. The atmosphere is dark, unsettling, and charged with a sense of looming danger

2 months ago

A dark, decayed factory steeped in dampness and neglect. Rows of broken, lifeless androids hang from chains and diagnostic cables, their battered forms suspended like relics of a forgotten era. Each android faces forward, their heads slumped and limbs dangling limply, as if gravity alone holds them in place. The androids are diverse—some humanoid with slender frames and fragmented synthetic skin, others industrial with exposed hydraulics, rusted plating, and shattered components. Many are missing limbs, their wires and cables hanging loosely, sparking faintly in the oppressive gloom. Among the rows, two androids stand out—their hands intertwined in a final act of connection before their power cells died. One is humanoid, its delicate features cracked and weathered, its synthetic skin peeling to reveal intricate, rusting frameworks. The other is industrial, bulkier, with heavier plating and exposed joints, its arm barely holding on by a tangle of wires. Their clasped hands emit a faint glow, flickering like dying embers, the last remnant of their shared existence. The factory is drenched in atmosphere. Thick haze and mist cling to every surface, illuminated by the weak, flickering glow of malfunctioning CRT screens and sparking cables. Dim red light spills from a cracked overhead lamp, casting diffuse shadows across the room. A faint, rhythmic drip echoes through the cavernous space, the sound amplified by the oppressive silence. A flickering sign above the rows reads: “ANDROID MULTI-PURPOSE FOUNDRY.” The foundry walls are lined with rusted, obsolete machinery and control panels. Pools of stagnant water collect on the floor, reflecting the faint, scattered light in jagged, broken patterns. Dust and smoke swirl in the air, cutting through the faint godrays that streak through shattered skylights, further obscured by the thick haze. The shadows of dangling chains and lifeless androids create eerie silhouettes on the mist-covered walls. The atmosphere is suffocatingly gritty, a testament to the decay of innovation. The androids stand as silent witnesses to a bygone era, their shattered forms a chilling reflection of the hubris and failure of their creators. The two holding hands, surrounded by rows of decaying machines, remain a quiet, haunting symbol of connection amidst the ruin.

20 days ago

“Hyperrealistic miniature corn mage, knee-high, standing in a misty field at dawn, surrounded by withered corn stalks. His face is formed entirely from the natural structure of an ancient ear of maize — golden-yellow kernels weathered to amber, some missing or cracked, husk leaves dry and frayed like tattered robes. His eyes are large, deep-set, and intensely human — dark brown irises with soft white highlights, framed by thick, furrowed brows formed by the natural ridges of the cob. His mouth is a subtle, firm line suggested by a gentle crease between kernels, conveying quiet wisdom and weary power. He wears layered robes of dried corn husks and burlap, stained with soil, ash, and herbal stains, cinched with a belt of braided roots. On his head: a ceremonial iron circlet — rusted, thin, wrapped in faded silk cords — resting gently over his husk crown. In his hands, he cradles a glowing seed pod pulsing with soft amber light. Mist curls around his feet; dew clings to every fiber. Background: abandoned cornfield, broken scarecrow, distant storm clouds, golden light piercing through fog. Shot on ARRI Alexa 65, 75mm anamorphic lens, shallow depth of field, desaturated golden-hour lighting, ultra-detailed textures (kernel pores, husk fibers, rust flakes, mud splatter, water droplets), live-action fantasy film aesthetic, by Guillermo del Toro and Roger Deakins, 8K cinematic masterpiece.”

6 months ago

A towering, otherworldly figure standing amidst misty, broken ruins. He has smooth, deep violet skin and the refined, sharp features of a dark elf: high cheekbones, an angular jawline, and elongated pointed ears. His long, flowing black hair streams and ripples in the cold misty wind, moving as if alive. His ancient blackened armor is veined with glowing violet sigils. Two massive, curved horns rise from his crownless head, etched with runes of sorrow. His eyes burn with deep purple fire. Embedded at the center of his chest is a shattered mirror encasing a grinning skull, radiating with violet energy. His clawed gauntlets seem woven from mist and shadows. The atmosphere around him is dark, gothic, and dreamlike. Color palette: deep violet, black, ethereal silver mist.

5 months ago

In the heart of a desolate, post-apocalyptic world, a fierce female warrior known as Black Fury stands resolute amidst the chaos. The stormy skies above her are filled with dark, brooding clouds, casting an eerie light on the ruined cities that stretch out into the distance. The remnants of once towering buildings now lie in crumbled heaps, their skeletal structures barely standing against the relentless winds. The air is thick with the scent of rain and destruction, a testament to the world that once was. Black Fury herself is a vision of strength and determination, her presence commanding attention. Her hair, a striking shade of silver, is styled in intricate braids that weave around her head, making her instantly recognizable even from afar. It flows partially down her back, catching the faint light and adding a touch of ethereal beauty to her fierce demeanor. She is clad in minimal yet revealing black armor that accentuates her formidable physique. The armor is sleek and form-fitting, designed for both protection and agility. Intricate patterns are etched into the metal, hinting at a craftsmanship lost to the old world. Her outfit includes a fitted corset that highlights her toned torso, paired with armored gauntlets that cover her forearms, each adorned with sharp, menacing spikes. Her legs are partially covered by armored greaves, leaving just enough skin exposed to showcase her battle scars, each one a story of survival and triumph. Her boots are sturdy and knee-high, built for traversing the treacherous terrain of this broken world. Her expression is one of unwavering resolve, her eyes sharp and focused, reflecting the countless battles she has endured. In her hand, she wields a weapon that glints ominously, ready for the next fight. Despite the devastation around her, Black Fury stands as a beacon of hope and strength, a warrior unbroken by the desolation of her world.

7 months ago

Camera: Slow tracking shot from behind. Movement: The man walks with no rush. Hands in his pockets, head down. Environmental Details: Broken branches, cracked mud-brick walls, soft soil. Lighting: Overcast sky diffuses the light; everything is soft, without contrast. Sound: Only the sound of footsteps. A sudden flutter as a bird escapes from a bush. Emotion: It feels like he’s returned after a long time. He’s not looking for anything—just observing.

6 months ago

God casting Adam down to Earth, divine wrath erupting through baroque gold-accented clouds, cinematic chiaroscuro lighting, drone view from the heavens, Adam’s body in a classical contrapposto pose, broken golden halo around his head, falling holographic apple from his hand a storm-engulfed Earth rendered in rich matrix style, inspired by Van Gogh and Raphael, mythic scale, celestial debris glowing with gilded edges, dystopian fury. Gothic serif typography “SINS” in radiant gold, integrated into swirling holographic haunted clouds like scripture illuminated by hell’s flames

5 months ago

Cinematic, Beauty, Realism, Light and Shadow, Cinematography, Film Stills, A surreal and eerie scene featuring a man with a television as his head, displaying a sinister red smiley face dripping with digital distortion. The figure is dressed in a sharp, dark suit, standing in a dimly lit, dystopian environment. Thick, black cables emerge from the back of the TV head, intertwining with the background's chaotic mess of wires and broken screens, all bathed in an ominous red glow. The man’s hands are clasped together, giving off a menacing yet composed demeanor, as if he is in control of this chaotic digital landscape. The atmosphere is dark, unsettling, and charged with a sense of looming danger

2 days ago

anime style female soldier WITH DONALD'S TRUMP HEAD standing in a post-apocalyptic swamp village, detailed ruined orthodox church with broken domes in the background, reflective water puddles, overgrown reeds and fog, tactical outfit with modern military vest, knee pads, pouches and rifle slung across chest, serious expression, short brown hair with a hairclip, blue eyes, cinematic lighting, moody overcast sky, ultra-detailed textures, wet ground reflections, atmospheric depth, painterly anime rendering, volumetric light rays through mist, realistic fabric folds, subtle raindrops on armor, highly detailed environment, concept art quality, 8K resolution, dynamic composition

7 months ago

A horrifying, dark fantasy scene of rotting skulls and decomposing faces grotesquely fused into the bark and roots of a cursed forest tree. The figures are twisted with pain and rage, their hollow eyes glowing with eerie golden light, their mouths agape with jagged, broken teeth. Vines and roots pierce through their flesh and skulls, wrapping around their heads like serpents. Moss and ivy grow from their gaping wounds and hollow sockets, blending the undead forms with the ancient, gnarled wood.

7 months ago

A beautiful, ethereal feminine android suspended a few meters up in the air above a smoky battlefield at dusk . her pose is dynamic, sensual and strong, s Her body is crafted from molten glass-like material, perfectly smooth and seamless, flowing like warm mercury under soft light. Her outer surface glows subtly, reflecting hues of iridescent pink, lavender, and amber, with gentle liquid movement across her curves. Beneath the surface, a faint golden lattice glows from within, like divine circuitry seen through water. Her form is elegant and non-mechanical—no armor, no plating, no cables or joints, just flowing, synthetic grace. A single soft amber-gold energy line runs up the outer sides of her legs, over her hips, along her arms and shoulders like a sacred trace. Her face is covered by a translucent golden visor, smooth and radiant, reflecting the light and sorrow of the battlefield. Draped over her figure is a sheer, weightless fabric, hovering gently with her motion, caught in the strong breeze of nearby flames. Above her head floats a painterly, radiant halo, glowing with divine brilliance—like sunlight diffused through amber glass. Around her, a broken battlefield is bathed in volumetric light from the setting sun behind her. Ash falls softly. Flowers bloom in the footprints she leaves. Her posture is serene and emotional, her gesture reverent—a divine vision bringing peace to the dying. Rendered in the style of an impressionist oil painting with renaissance lighting, soft brush texture, warm golden tones, and deep chiaroscuro contrast. A surreal mix of sacred myth and futuristic elegance.

5 months ago

A beautiful, ethereal feminine android howers a few meters in the air above a smoky battlefield at dusk s Her body is crafted from molten glass-like material, perfectly smooth and seamless, flowing like warm mercury under soft light. Her outer surface glows subtly, reflecting hues of iridescent pink, lavender, and amber, with gentle liquid movement across her curves. Beneath the surface, a faint golden lattice glows from within, like divine circuitry seen through water. Her form is elegant and non-mechanical—no armor, no plating, no cables or joints, just flowing, synthetic grace. A single soft amber-gold energy line runs up the outer sides of her legs, over her hips, along her arms and shoulders like a sacred trace. Her face is covered by a translucent golden visor, smooth and radiant, reflecting the light and sorrow of the battlefield. Draped over her figure is a sheer, weightless fabric, hovering gently with her motion, caught in the strong breeze of nearby flames. Above her head floats a painterly, radiant halo, glowing with divine brilliance—like sunlight diffused through amber glass. Around her, a broken battlefield is bathed in volumetric light from the setting sun behind her. Ash falls softly. Flowers bloom in the footprints she leaves. Her posture is serene and emotional, her gesture reverent—a divine vision bringing peace to the dying. Rendered in the style of an impressionist oil painting with renaissance lighting, soft brush texture, warm golden tones, and deep chiaroscuro contrast. A surreal mix of sacred myth and futuristic elegance.

7 months ago

A beautiful, ethereal feminine android stands amidst a smoky battlefield at dusk, carrying a fallen soldier in her arms. Her body is crafted from molten glass-like material, perfectly smooth and seamless, flowing like warm mercury under soft light. Her outer surface glows subtly, reflecting hues of iridescent pink, lavender, and amber, with gentle liquid movement across her curves. Beneath the surface, a faint golden lattice glows from within, like divine circuitry seen through water. Her form is elegant and non-mechanical—no armor, no plating, no cables or joints, just flowing, synthetic grace. A single soft amber-gold energy line runs up the outer sides of her legs, over her hips, along her arms and shoulders like a sacred trace. Her face is covered by a translucent golden visor, smooth and radiant, reflecting the light and sorrow of the battlefield. Draped over her figure is a sheer, weightless fabric, hovering gently with her motion, caught in the breeze of nearby flames. Above her head floats a painterly, radiant halo, glowing with divine brilliance—like sunlight diffused through amber glass. Around her, a broken battlefield is bathed in volumetric light from the setting sun behind her. Ash falls softly. Flowers bloom in the footprints she leaves. Her posture is serene and emotional, her gesture reverent—a divine vision bringing peace to the dying. Rendered in the style of an impressionist oil painting with renaissance lighting, soft brush texture, warm golden tones, and deep chiaroscuro contrast. A surreal mix of sacred myth and futuristic elegance.

3 days ago

Ultra-realistic cinematic concept art. A Moroccan man in his late 20s — clean-shaven, sharp jawline, medium taper fade with short buzz cut — sits powerfully on a brutalist throne made from cracked concrete, scorched books, rusted rebar, shattered satellite dishes, and melted tech debris. His gaze is direct, heavy, serious — full of rage, loss, and pride. His posture is grounded, kinglike, a man forged by betrayal, not crowned by privilege. He wears a modern Moroccan warrior-king outfit: a long charcoal-black trench coat made from military fabric, faded gold zellige embroidery lining the cuffs and edges. Beneath, a worn cracked bulletproof vest. His matte-black pants have rugged metal strap accents, and dusty combat boots show battlewear. Over his shoulder, a torn deep red cloak — like a fallen flag turned royal cape. A rusted metallic star medal is pinned to his chest. His fingers are covered with chipped steel rings — no shine, just scars. A fractured crown of gold and iron rests on his head — dented, sharp, powerful. Not ceremonial, but forged from ruin and defiance. It’s heavy, symbolic — a burden earned. Background: Ruined Moroccan cityscape — crumbling domes, broken concrete walls, twisted rebar, burnt-out cars, and collapsed towers. A half-burned Moroccan flag hangs in the back, fluttering from a broken wall. The sky is layered with storm clouds — ash grey, storm blue, deep purples. A golden-orange light pierces the clouds in the distance like hope. Ash particles drift in the foreground, cinematic. Typography: “Trône sur les Ruines” in large cracked metallic gold serif font — clean but weathered. Top left or bottom right. Regal, minimal, poetic. Color Palette: Coal black, ash grey, Moroccan red, storm blue, bronze gold, burnt orange, dusty beige. Mood: Royalty born from survival. Pain turned into power. Cinematic, violent, majestic, tragic. Style: Ultra-detailed, dramatic lighting, high contrast, hyper-realistic rendering. Poster-quality. Influenced by Yeezus, The Blueprint, LiveLoveA$AP, and French war photography. -- full body shot, cinematic composition, wide angle, throne fully visible, Moroccan flag visible in background, apocalyptic setting, dramatic shadows, golden light, storm clouds, ash drifting, rule of thirds framing

8 months ago

A colossal humanoid minotaur-scorpion hybrid, with the muscular body of a bodybuilder, a bull’s head with glowing red eyes, and a gigantic armored scorpion tail dripping with venom. Dressed in a shredded prison jumpsuit, it roars in rage, dragging broken iron chains through the flooded corridors of a maximum-security prison

5 months ago

Epic battle scene::1.6 Back-view of a warrior in stylized 1960s Jason and the Argonauts Greek armor—bronze cuirass with laurel motifs, leather pteruges, bracers & greaves, wind-tousled hair, no helmet::1.5 He wields an authentic Greek xiphos sword from circa 0–100 CE::1.5, double-edged iron leaf-shaped blade with a broad, thick spine—not a thin rod::1.6 Strong, well-defined hands with anatomically detailed knuckles and tendons::1.5 Before him looms a colossal plant-hydra of seven venus-flytrap heads::1.7, each jaw lined with serrated teeth dripping emerald venom::1.6 Thick vine necks twisting like living ivy::1.5 Primordial forest clearing strewn with broken Doric column fragments::1.3 Amber & jade volumetric dusk light piercing misty canopy::1.4 Dramatic chiaroscuro sculpting rippling muscles, moss-clad vines, and gleaming metal::1.5 Ultra-detailed textures, cinematic scale, visceral majestic atmosphere

7 months ago

Ultra-photorealistic cinematic portrait of Keanu Reeves as the Black Crown, Sovereign of the Void Thrones. He stands tall within the fractured remnants of a forgotten universe, stars collapsing around his silhouette. His skin is matte obsidian with veins of slow-moving gold plasma. His cloak is a swirling nebula made real, embroidered with living constellations and event horizon scars. A crown of rotating singularities hovers above his head, each spinning with unnatural gravity. In his right hand: a blade of crystallized silence, glowing faintly with inverted starlight. Behind him, shattered planet rings float like broken halos. Lighting is cosmic — pulsars and dying suns cast flickering shadows. 4K, IMAX-quality film still, captured with deep space lens, ultra-wide frame, apocalyptic grandeur.

2 months ago

There is but one message for the earth, Young men with fallen chests and old men’s breath, dripping from their mouths. Ex-soldiers with horrors for a face, A pig’s snout for a nose, The lost in doubt, the nearly mad, the young who, undeserving, have suffered the earth’s wrong, The living dead left over from the war, Those filled with fear, caught in the cage, the broken winged, The flying loose, albino eyed, white, black, yellow and mulatto From Harlem, Bedlam, Babel, and the Ghetto, The Piccadilly men, the back street drunks, The grafters of cats’ heads on chickens’ trunks, The whole, the crippled, the weak and strong. The Western man with one lung gone. Epic cinematic dramatic dystopian futuristic scene