twice prompts

9 months ago

"A colossal, armored Oni Warlord emerges from the thick mist of a torii gate, its towering form twice the height of any man. Its crimson skin glows faintly under the flickering torchlight, revealing deep cracks that pulse with molten veins. Its demonic, jagged teeth stretch into a bloodthirsty grin, while two massive, curved horns spiral from its skull, crowned with golden metal rings. The Oni wears tattered samurai armor, engraved with ancient runes, each plate cracked and battle-worn. In one clawed hand, it wields an oversized kanabō, a brutal spiked club dripping with black ichor. The setting is a dark, moonlit battlefield covered in swirling embers, with ancient, broken banners flapping in the wind. Its piercing, glowing yellow eyes stare directly ahead, as if hunting its prey."

9 months ago

"A colossal Rakshasa demon emerges from a burning battlefield, its skin ashen gray and covered in deep scars from ancient battles. Its piercing golden eyes radiate a supernatural glow, locked onto its prey. Towering twice the height of a man, the beast’s muscular frame is adorned with golden armor inscribed with forbidden Sanskrit runes, pulsating with cursed energy. Its tusk-like fangs protrude from a monstrous grin, dripping with the ichor of past victims. Long, clawed fingers extend outward, twitching as if eager to tear through the veil of reality. Behind it, an infernal storm swirls, sending embers and ashes into the night sky, while distant temple ruins crumble in its presence. The air itself seems to tremble as this divine terror marches forth."

8 months ago

"A colossal, armored Oni Warlord emerges from the thick mist of a torii gate, its towering form twice the height of any man. Its crimson skin glows faintly under the flickering torchlight, revealing deep cracks that pulse with molten veins. Its demonic, jagged teeth stretch into a bloodthirsty grin, while two massive, curved horns spiral from its skull, crowned with golden metal rings. The Oni wears tattered samurai armor, engraved with ancient runes, each plate cracked and battle-worn. In one clawed hand, it wields an oversized kanabō, a brutal spiked club dripping with black ichor. The setting is a dark, moonlit battlefield covered in swirling embers, with ancient, broken banners flapping in the wind. Its piercing, glowing yellow eyes stare directly ahead, as if hunting its prey."

9 months ago

An 80s senior portrait photo with a side-view double exposure in the top left. Subject: Blonde woman in her senior year of high school, with her hair in a high ponytail. She has blue eyes and a friendly smile. In the main photo she is saluting the viewer. In the double exposure she is in a side-view, looking upward. Clothing: The individual in the image is wearing a black and white color-blocked blouse with a sharp collar, paired with a high-waisted, gingham-patterned skirt in shades of black, white, and possibly gray. The blouse has an oversized fit, while the skirt is fitted at the waist and flares out slightly. The individual is also holding a black handbag with a structured design. She is wearing large dangling black and white earrings. In the double exposure image she is wearing a letterman's jacket for Adams High School and holding a tennis racket. In this double exposure her hair is down. Photographic Features Double exposure: The image includes a side view of the woman as a double exposure that is large and overlapping the main image and should fill the upper left quadrant. In traditional film photography, double exposure involves exposing the same frame of film twice. The photographer would first take the main portrait shot. Then, without advancing the film, they would take a second shot of the subject’s face, often with a different lighting setup to create a softer, ethereal look. This would result in both images being superimposed on the same frame. This photo should be feathered to allow the backgrounds still blend together without a harsh background outline. Lighting: The lighting in these photos was typically studio lighting, which was bright and even, minimizing shadows. The superimposed face often had a soft, diffused light to give it an ethereal, almost heavenly glow. Depth of Field: The main image usually had a sharp focus, capturing the details of the subjects. The superimposed face, however, was often slightly blurred or softened to create a dreamy effect and to distinguish it from the main image. Color Grading: The colors in these photos were often vibrant and saturated, typical of the film used during that era. The superimposed face might have a slightly different color tone, often with a bluish or purplish tint to enhance the dreamy, otherworldly effect. Camera Used: These portraits were typically taken with medium-format or 35mm film cameras, which were common in professional photography studios at the time. Film Used: The film used was usually color negative film, which was popular for its ability to capture vibrant colors and fine details. Brands like Kodak and Fujifilm were commonly used. Age of Photo: These types of portraits were particularly popular in the late 70s and throughout the 80s. The fashion styles, hairstyles, and overall aesthetic are strong indicators of this time period. Overall Impression These portraits have a nostalgic charm and are often remembered fondly for their unique and somewhat whimsical style. They capture a moment in time and reflect the photographic trends and techniques of the era.

7 months ago

A dramatic 1970s-style heavy metal album cover, a close-up of a hand holding a giant razor blade with sharp, angular cuts. The razor blade has the words "Uncommerce" in bold, metallic gothic font, and "70s Rock" written twice in smaller, engraved style. Lighting is high contrast with strong red and black tones, realistic hand texture, intense metal gleam, stylized like classic Judas Priest "British Steel" album cover --v 6 --style raw

9 months ago

**"Photo of a scraggly rooster, twice as tall as a man, walking on two legs, wearing a crumpled, tattered suit, confidently approaching the camera. Next to the rooster stands a 45-year-old man in a wrinkled, disheveled presidential-style suit, unshaven and holding a bottle, looking like a down-and-out alcoholic. Both are walking confidently toward the camera on Red Square, with St. Basil's Cathedral visible in the background. The rooster's height is emphasized, making it clearly twice the size of the man."**

17 days ago

Make bulge in front of swimsuit hang down twice as far and Make bulge in front of swimsuit twice a wide

5 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early sunrise. Golden hour morning. A large sun breaks the horizon, flooding the open landscape with brilliant, violent colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the earth. The Lamborghini Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not paint, but a warning. The colour of no games. Its scissor doors are closed. Sealed. This silence is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture in the dawn light. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And materializing from the morning haze, the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago. The bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; he is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The new light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. "Tribute Murciélago" — JDHampton

5 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early sunrise. Golden hour morning. A large sun breaks the horizon, flooding the open landscape with brilliant, violent colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the earth. The Lamborghini Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not paint, but a warning. The colour of no games. Its scissor doors are closed. Sealed. This silence is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture in the dawn light. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And materializing from the morning haze, the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago. The bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; he is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The new light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. "Tribute Murciélago" — JDHampton

7 months ago

A massive military carrier in rough seas and a massive wave twice the size of th crarrie approaches

7 months ago

A dramatic 1970s-style heavy metal album cover, a close-up of a hand holding a giant razor blade with sharp, angular cuts. The razor blade has the words "Uncommerce" in bold, metallic gothic font, and "70s Rock" written twice in smaller, engraved style. Lighting is high contrast with strong red and black tones, realistic hand texture, intense metal gleam, stylized like classic Judas Priest "British Steel" album cover --v 6 --style raw

17 days ago

Make bulge at front of swimsuit hang down two times lower and make bulge at front of swimsuit twice as wide

7 months ago

a close up of a woman with long hair holding a microphone, portrait jisoo blackpink, jisoo of blackpink, jisoo from blackpink, portrait of jossi of blackpink, jaeyeon nam, jossi of blackpink, iu, portrait of female korean idol, jia, aesthetic!!!!!! female genie, tzuyu from twice, inspired by Song Maojin, roseanne park of blackpink

5 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early Sunrise, golden hour morning, large sunrise, brilliant colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the open landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a no games. Its scissor doors are not open; they are splayed. A predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre is the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation = Murciélago. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. — JDHampton

5 days ago

**TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE BULL** A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a venomous fish or a dying star. Its scissor doors are not open; they are splayed. A predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. The vast cliff face behind it is the only witness, eroding in its presence. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre, a phantom. A legendary Black fighting bull, rendered in spray paint and soul by an unseen hand upon the cliff wall. It is the ghost of Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. — JDHampton

5 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early Sunrise, golden hour morning, large sunrise, brilliant colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the open landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a no games. Its scissor doors are closed. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre is the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation = Murciélago. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. Text: "Tribute Murciélago" — JDHampton

5 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early Sunrise A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the open landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a no games. Its scissor doors are not open; they are splayed. A predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre is the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation = Murciélago. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. — JDHampton

5 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early sunrise. Golden hour morning. A large sun breaks the horizon, flooding the open landscape with brilliant, violent colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the earth. The Lamborghini Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not paint, but a warning. The colour of no games. Its scissor doors are closed. Sealed. This silence is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture in the dawn light. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And materializing from the morning haze, the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago. The bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; he is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The new light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. "Tribute Murciélago" — JDHampton

7 months ago

a close up of a woman with long hair holding a microphone, portrait jisoo blackpink, jisoo of blackpink, jisoo from blackpink, portrait of jossi of blackpink, jaeyeon nam, jossi of blackpink, iu, portrait of female korean idol, jia, aesthetic!!!!!! female genie, tzuyu from twice, inspired by Song Maojin, roseanne park of blackpink

5 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE BULL Murciélago A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the open landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a no games. Its scissor doors are not open; they are splayed. A predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre is the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation = Murciélago. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. — JDHampton

5 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early Sunrise A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the open landscape. The Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not a paint, but a warning, the colour of a no games. Its scissor doors are not open; they are splayed. A predator's broken jaw frozen mid-snarl. This is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And rising behind this mechanical spectre is the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago, the bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; it is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation = Murciélago. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The last light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. — JDHampton

5 days ago

TRIBUTE: THE SCAR AND THE MOST DANGEROUS BULL Murciélago Early sunrise. Golden hour morning. A large sun breaks the horizon, flooding the open landscape with brilliant, violent colours. A raw still frame. Not a photograph. An artifact of intent. It is a scar on the earth. The Lamborghini Murciélago LP 670-4 SV. Apex predator. Its orange hide is not paint, but a warning. The colour of no games. Its scissor doors are closed. Sealed. This silence is its war cry. Not a sound, but a pressure wave of pure intent. Every line is a fracture in the dawn light. Every vent a gill, breathing violence. The carbon fiber is not a finish; it is exposed muscle and bone. The massive rear wing is a blade, sharpened for a fight that has not yet been ordained. It is not parked. It is interrupted. A single, brutal noun in the sentence of the road. And materializing from the morning haze, the legendary Black fighting bull known as Murciélago. The bull of 1879 who endured 24 swords and earned his immortality. His spirit is not charging; he is standing and preparing to charge. An immovable force meeting an unstoppable object—his own reincarnation. Two legends, separated by centuries, fused in a single moment of defiance. The new light does not gleam; it bleeds on their sharp edges. This is the moment after the roar and before the lunge. The silent, seismic war cry that shatters the air. This is the tribute. To the bull. To the machine. To the day the landscape was scarred by a legend, twice over. "Tribute Murciélago" — JDHampton