The poor poet lying in bed and playing x-box Prompts

In the style of Carl Spitzweg, the poor poet lying in bed and playing x-box, oil on canvas, Biedermeier period, 1839

A bright lit, cozy bedroom scene at day, featuring a young person with long dark hair lying sprawled out on a light wooden floor, resting on their stomach. They are wearing comfortable light grey shorts. The lighting is soft . , there is a large, plush white bean bag chair and other soft, light-colored objects, suggesting a casual, relaxed setting. A smartphone is visible on the floor near the person's head, glowing faintly. The video should have a slow, almost imperceptible drift/zoom-out motion to reveal more of the surrounding environment, emphasizing the intimate and tired atmosphere after a long gaming session. Cinematic, low-light, slightly grainy quality, shallow depth of field. extra Curvaceous hips, pose, torso lower than legs, knees touching floor

Lovelilahflux laying on bed

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

looking at me,a sloppy snapshot. Sitting on a couch at night teasing, home bra and white socks

A bright lit, cozy bedroom scene at day, featuring a young person with long dark hair lying sprawled out on a light wooden floor, resting on their stomach. They are wearing comfortable light grey shorts. The lighting is soft . , there is a large, plush white bean bag chair and other soft, light-colored objects, suggesting a casual, relaxed setting. A smartphone is visible on the floor near the person's head, glowing faintly. The video should have a slow, almost imperceptible drift/zoom-out motion to reveal more of the surrounding environment, emphasizing the intimate and tired atmosphere after a long gaming session. Cinematic, low-light, slightly grainy quality, shallow depth of field.extra Curvaceous hips,pose,torso lower than legs,knees touching floor

gigachad on bed and reading book

a trabslator d«falling in despair over books

a trabslator d«falling in despair over books

A book worm guy doing his job in his bed with his laptop and a handphone in one of his hand, disney style

: Vain Alone again, under a dome of judgement he thought was for the banned only. Imprisoned in flesh so heavy with guilt that angels of light sorrow feel. The sum of his thoughts cannot bring light to a darkness of three am nor a breeze of strawberry summer to a winter's cold inside. "Look for the person in the words, not the shell from where they were born" He said in vain to the rhythm of music almost divine, urging him to get up and go on. All music dies out with time, beauty as well but time, which enjoyed borrowing herself to him, no traces of guilt show because only forward her wheels go.

lone gamer alone playing battle Royale games in his gaming computer. must have creepy aesthetics.

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).

Oh the burden bleed, it was the world on fire. No-one eating bodies so I was wrong to leave to avoid the perfect one more time. Still (when they kicked me out of jail next morning I was on my knees, dogs barking:1.9). (In the style of Joao Ruas:1.9).