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4 months ago

{ "scene": { "setting": "UFC-style boxing octagon", "lighting": "arena-style spotlights, dramatic and high contrast", "mood": "comedic, intense, exaggerated action" }, "characters": [ { "type": "anthropomorphic snack bag", "name": "Crunchy Taco", "design": { "body": "orange tortilla chip snack bag", "face": "angry expression, cartoon eyes and mouth", "arms": "muscular, human-like", "gloves": "red boxing gloves", "legs": "strong, human-like legs", "shoes": "green boxing boots", "extras": "flying chip debris from bag opening" }, "personality": "aggressive, high energy, animated fighter" }, { "type": "anthropomorphic gelato cup", "name": "Gelato King", "design": { "body": "vanilla gelato cup with branding and crown icon", "face": "furious expression, open mouth yelling", "toppings": ["churros", "stick biscuits"], "arms": "creamy arms with boxing gloves", "legs": "melting gelato forming powerful stance", "gloves": "red boxing gloves", "shield": "waffle cone-inspired arm shield" }, "personality": "determined, proud, comedically intense" } ], "camera": { "angle": "low-angle, ringside view", "depth_of_field": "sharp focus on fighters, blurred crowd", "lens": "wide-angle with slight perspective distortion" }, "style": { "aesthetic": "Pixar-style cartoon realism", "render_quality": "ultra high detail, cinematic lighting", "effects": "crumbs and splashes frozen mid-action", "color_grading": "warm spotlight tones with high contrast", "genre": "food fight comedy, parody sports action" }, "motion": { "action": "mid-punch, crumbs and gelato flying in air", "impact": "implied contact between characters" } }

realportraitlab
4 140

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.

kjc9378
3 180

5 months ago

A stunning and intricate illustration of a lone figure standing before a massive, futuristic central computer core in a dimly lit, cavernous control room. The core is the heart of an ancient, decaying system that governs an entire solar system, its towering structure covered in glowing panels, flickering CRT monitors, and spinning reels of magnetic tape. The design reflects a blend of cassette futurism and retrofuturism: exposed wires snake across the floor like veins, enormous vacuum tubes pulsate faintly with energy, and analog dials twist and click as the system struggles to maintain its colossal operations. The figure, dressed in a tattered yet advanced jumpsuit of metallic fabrics, stands with a posture that conveys awe and hesitation. Their face, partially illuminated by the glowing panels, shows a mix of determination and exhaustion. They are dwarfed by the sheer scale of the computer core, which stretches endlessly upward, disappearing into a haze of smoke and low-hanging cables. The room is filled with atmospheric lighting: dim oranges and greens reflect off the polished yet grimy metal surfaces, while holographic projections of planetary orbits and system schematics flicker erratically in mid-air. The computer core itself is worn and weathered, with signs of neglect—broken panels exposing its intricate inner workings, patches of rust, and vines of alien growth encroaching from the corners of the room. Yet, it exudes power, its central sphere—a rotating gyroscope of light and machinery—glowing with an intense energy, hinting at its still-functioning capacity to control and sustain the planets and stars of the system. The air is dense with particles of dust, illuminated by beams of soft light cutting through the smoke, while faint sparks fly from malfunctioning components. The soundscape is almost tangible: the hum of the core, the rhythmic clatter of mechanical parts, and the faint crackle of ancient speakers. Rendered in a hyper-detailed retrofuturistic style, with an emphasis on the texture of worn-down technology, dynamic lighting, and the overwhelming sense of scale and history.

ElectricL
2 78

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.

ClintD PRO
2 71

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.

ClintD PRO
2 76

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.

ClintD PRO
2 72

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.

kjc9378
1 94

9 months ago

Picture a cozy log cabin nestled deep in a tranquil winter forest, the snow blanketing the ground in a thick, untouched layer. The cabin is made from dark, weathered logs, their rough textures illuminated by the warm glow of a crackling campfire just outside. The fire flickers and dances, sending soft orange and yellow hues that contrast beautifully with the cold, blue-tinted night. Snow gently falls around the cabin, each flake catching the firelight as it drifts down. The windows of the cabin glow warmly from within, the light spilling through the wooden shutters, suggesting the comfort and warmth inside. Thick smoke rises lazily from the chimney, curling against the night sky, merging with the crisp winter air. The surrounding trees are bare and towering, their branches heavy with snow, casting long shadows on the ground as the firelight flickers and shifts. The campfire itself crackles loudly, its embers sending sparks flying into the air, while the sound of the snow crunching beneath the slightest movement fills the air with a soft, serene quiet. A few logs are stacked nearby, some half-burned in the fire, their edges blackened. The whole scene radiates a sense of peace and solitude, a serene contrast between the warmth of the fire and the coldness of the snowy woods around it. The night sky above is clear and full of stars, adding to the magical stillness of the winter wilderness. 8k, intricate detail, photorealistic, realistic light, wide angle, kinkfolk photography, A+D architecture

Slinkychips PRO
1 86