idle prompts

8 months ago

Close-up professional cinematic 3D animation of a long-furred coyote crouching near the river’s edge, its reflection wavering in the moonlit water as it laps up a drink, the nearby campfire crackling beside a tattered canvas tent, its glow casting flickering light over the bushes between the trees and the dirt road where a dusty car sits idle.

9 months ago

First-person POV, Loki’s hand effortlessly pushes open the grand golden doors of Odin’s palace, their sheer weight barely noticeable under his touch. The vast hall stretches before him, towering golden pillars reflecting the flickering torchlight. His fingers idly flicker with emerald-green magic, tiny sparks dancing along his knuckles. Seated at the far end, Odin watches, his singular gaze unwavering. To the right, Thor’s grip tightens around Mjolnir, his knuckles turning white. Loki lifts a hand, conjuring an illusion—his brother’s hammer, now floating just beyond his reach. The illusion shimmers, tempting, deceiving, before vanishing in a swirl of green mist. Laughter bubbles in Loki’s throat as he adjusts the collar of his deep black and gold Asgardian armor. The gods are watching, and Loki is ready to play.

9 months ago

First-person POV, Loki’s hand grazes the edge of a golden goblet, slowly twirling it between his fingers as he reclines in Odin’s great hall. The air is thick with the scent of roasted boar and honeyed mead, the laughter of warriors echoing around him. Across the table, Thor’s thunderous voice rattles the hall, recounting yet another tale of battle. Loki smirks, his other hand idly tracing invisible patterns on the polished wood, his fingertips crackling with faint green energy. A subtle flick of his wrist, and suddenly, the warrior beside Thor finds his goblet transformed—now a wriggling serpent, its emerald eyes glowing. A gasp, a shout, a commotion. Loki leans back, his fingers tapping together, his smirk widening as he watches the chaos unfold. A harmless jest—at least, for now.

6 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out full body view HD Photo. When I met you in the restaurant You could tell I was no debutante, You asked me what's my pleasure A movie or a measure, I'll have a cup of tea. And tell you of my dreaming. I don't want to live on charity, Pleasure's real or is it fantasy, Real to real is living rarity, People stop and stare at me, We just walk on by. We just keep on dreaming. Feet, feet, walking a two mile, Meet, meet, meet me at the turnstile, I never met him, I'll never forget him. Dream, dream, even for a little while filling up an idle hour, Fade away, Radiate. I sit by and watch the river flow I sit by and watch the traffic go. Imagine something of your very own, Something you can have and hold I'd build a road in gold, Just to have some dreaming, Dreaming is free. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. 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.

9 months ago

First-person POV, Loki’s hand grazes the edge of a golden goblet, slowly twirling it between his fingers as he reclines in Odin’s great hall. The air is thick with the scent of roasted boar and honeyed mead, the laughter of warriors echoing around him. Across the table, Thor’s thunderous voice rattles the hall, recounting yet another tale of battle. Loki smirks, his other hand idly tracing invisible patterns on the polished wood, his fingertips crackling with faint green energy. A subtle flick of his wrist, and suddenly, the warrior beside Thor finds his goblet transformed—now a wriggling serpent, its emerald eyes glowing. A gasp, a shout, a commotion. Loki leans back, his fingers tapping together, his smirk widening as he watches the chaos unfold. A harmless jest—at least, for now.

6 months ago

Hyper realistic, photo realism, High Contrast, insanely detailed and intricate, elegant, ornate, super detailed zoomed out full body view HD Photo. When I met you in the restaurant You could tell I was no debutante, You asked me what's my pleasure A movie or a measure, I'll have a cup of tea. And tell you of my dreaming. I don't want to live on charity, Pleasure's real or is it fantasy, Real to real is living rarity, People stop and stare at me, We just walk on by. We just keep on dreaming. Feet, feet, walking a two mile, Meet, meet, meet me at the turnstile, I never met him, I'll never forget him. Dream, dream, even for a little while filling up an idle hour, Fade away, Radiate. I sit by and watch the river flow I sit by and watch the traffic go. Imagine something of your very own, Something you can have and hold I'd build a road in gold, Just to have some dreaming, Dreaming is free. it is night time, there are dark clouds rolling in on the night sky on the Reddish Orange sunset in the background. 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.

9 months ago

A realistic cyberpunk girl stands confidently under the glowing neon billboards of a futuristic city. She wears a sleek, short, tight dress with holographic patterns, the fabric shifting colors as she moves. Her long, silky electric-blue hair cascades down her back, reflecting the city’s neon hues. Her bright, glowing cybernetic eyes scan the crowded streets, her expression both fierce and alluring. Behind her, a futuristic, neon-rimmed racing car idles, its smooth, metallic surface reflecting the rain-soaked pavement’s electric glow. The city buzzes with life—holographic ads flicker, AI-controlled drones zip through the sky, and neon signs pulse in sync with the distant hum of music. She places one hand on her hip, slightly tilting her head with a confident smirk, as if she owns the neon-drenched world around her.