unnatural body prompts

5 months ago

A woman stands still in the dim light, her head tilted slightly as a small, ornate vial of poison is pressed to her lips (1.5). Her eyes are closed tightly, her expression steeped in sorrow and regret, as though haunted by memories of lost love. A single tear rolls down her cheek, catching the faint green glow of the poison as it trails across her face. Her lips part slightly, trembling as she drinks the bitter, cold liquid, her body tense with the weight of her decision. The vial is delicate, crafted from glass that glows faintly with an ominous greenish light. Its liquid swirls unnaturally, casting faint reflections on her pale skin and trembling fingers. She wears a flowing, sheer white robe (1.4), its translucent fabric clinging softly to her body, revealing faint outlines of her figure beneath. The robe ripples gently around her arms and waist, as though stirred by an invisible breeze, and the poison’s green glow reflects faintly off its delicate folds. Beneath her skin, a smoky, luminous green line is visible, beginning at her throat and trailing downward in a diffused, ethereal path (1.5). The line pulses softly, its edges hazy and shifting like luminous smoke, yet remaining unified as it flows through her body. The glowing trail brightens subtly as it descends, coiling delicately around her heart in a soft, radiant glow. The eerie green light from the poison interacts with the translucent robe, casting faint shadows and glowing highlights across her chest, amplifying the surreal beauty of the scene. Her free hand rests lightly against her chest, as though feeling the poison’s icy presence as it travels through her. The other hand holds the delicate vial, her fingers gripping it tightly, the tension in her body underscoring her resolve and the bitter pain of the moment. She stands upright, her figure illuminated by the glowing green line and the faint light of the vial. The dark, minimal background fades into shadows, ensuring the glowing poison and her tear-streaked face remain the focal points. The atmosphere is suffused with emotional tension, the glowing green line serving as both a visual and symbolic representation of the poison’s cold, invasive power. Her sheer robe, trembling posture, and closed eyes convey a haunting mix of regret, sorrow, and the inevitability of her choice.

5 months ago

A woman stands still in the dim light, her head tilted slightly as a small, ornate vial of poison is pressed to her lips (1.5). Her eyes are closed tightly, her expression steeped in sorrow and regret, as though haunted by memories of lost love. A single tear rolls down her cheek, catching the faint green glow of the poison as it trails across her face. Her lips part slightly, trembling as she drinks the bitter, cold liquid, her body tense with the weight of her decision. The vial is delicate, crafted from glass that glows faintly with an ominous greenish light. Its liquid swirls unnaturally, casting faint reflections on her pale skin and trembling fingers. She wears a flowing, sheer white robe (1.4), its translucent fabric clinging softly to her body, revealing faint outlines of her figure beneath. The robe ripples gently around her arms and waist, as though stirred by an invisible breeze, and the poison’s green glow reflects faintly off its delicate folds. Beneath her skin, a smoky, luminous green line is visible, beginning at her throat and trailing downward in a diffused, ethereal path (1.5). The line pulses softly, its edges hazy and shifting like luminous smoke, yet remaining unified as it flows through her body. The glowing trail brightens subtly as it descends, coiling delicately around her heart in a soft, radiant glow. The eerie green light from the poison interacts with the translucent robe, casting faint shadows and glowing highlights across her chest, amplifying the surreal beauty of the scene. Her free hand rests lightly against her chest, as though feeling the poison’s icy presence as it travels through her. The other hand holds the delicate vial, her fingers gripping it tightly, the tension in her body underscoring her resolve and the bitter pain of the moment. She stands upright, her figure illuminated by the glowing green line and the faint light of the vial. The dark, minimal background fades into shadows, ensuring the glowing poison and her tear-streaked face remain the focal points. The atmosphere is suffused with emotional tension, the glowing green line serving as both a visual and symbolic representation of the poison’s cold, invasive power. Her sheer robe, trembling posture, and closed eyes convey a haunting mix of regret, sorrow, and the inevitability of her choice.

7 months ago

Abstract Full-Body Portrait of a Prostitute – Salvador Dalí (Late-Life Style, Singular Focus & Pure Surrealism) (Surrealism:1.7, Salvador Dalí late-life style:2.0, Dreamlike distortion:1.6, Hyperreal textures:1.5, Chiaroscuro contrast:1.4, Oil-painting brushstrokes:1.5, Organic fluidity:1.6, Metaphysical realism:1.4) A full-body surrealist portrait of a prostitute, painted in the unmistakable late-life style of Salvador Dalí, where dream logic dictates form and reality bends into its own subconscious reflection. She stands alone in the void, a lone figure frozen in motion yet melting into time itself. Her body is elongated but coherent, her limbs refined into one singular, fluid, organic motion, as if she is a sculpture made of half-formed candle wax, melting at the edges but never fully dissolving. Her face remains untouched by distortion, hyperreal and melancholic, eyes darkened with kohl, staring directly outward, unblinking, as if confronting time, fate, and the fabric of reality itself. A single strand of jet-black hair escapes from her carefully pinned curls, swaying in an invisible breeze. Her lips—painted a deep, blood-red—drip slightly at the edges, as if smeared by unseen hands, caught between seduction and sorrow. Her dress, a relic of the past, is a contradiction of luxury and decay, the hem transforming into thin wisps of smoke, curling and dispersing into the canvas. The fabric is stretched unnaturally, its folds elongating like the melted forms of Dalí’s classic clocks, one shoulder slipping in an eternal descent, never quite falling. The setting is an infinite, surreal landscape—a lonely street with no visible end, where shadows stretch longer than their owners, and the cobblestones appear to melt into liquid mercury. In the background, a large, antique pocket watch, twisted and partially submerged in the air, hangs frozen at an uncertain hour, its hands warped into elongated spirals. A single red rose, impossibly large and impossibly alive, hovers just behind her, its petals peeling away like fragments of forgotten love letters. The air feels thick, painted with visible brushstrokes, where light and shadow do not obey the laws of physics—instead, they bleed into one another, wrapping around her body in soft, liquid chiaroscuro, mimicking the curvature of a dream. She is not merely a woman but a symbol—of desire, of loss, of something slipping through time like sand through Dalí’s own fingers.

7 days ago

The uploaded woman stiing on the edge of the bed, wearing just a white bath towel, after having a shower. She is checking messages on her iphone. hyper-realistic, photorealistic with no cartoon, anime, CGI, or painted effect.background. The subject is quarter turned, and is talking to a woman. The warm sunlight casts a distinct shadow on the bridge wall, creating a summer and sporty atmosphere. hyper-realistic, photorealistic with no cartoon, anime, CGI, or painted effect. Camera is 10 meters away so we can see the whole body of the subject. high ISO film grain, slight motion blur, shallow depth of field (35mm f/1.8 look), soft warm color grading, cinematic photorealistic skin texture, detailed fabric and hair strands, natural highlights and reflections, spontaneous candid vibe, high detail, photorealistic no watermark, no text, no logos, no extra limbs, no deformed face, no unnatural teeth, no oversmoothing, no heavy or theatrical makeup, no cartoonish features, avoid over-sharpening. warm string-lights bokeh, blurred crowd, low light, film grain, motion blur, shallow depth of field, cinematic photorealistic --ar 2:3 --v 5 --q 2 photo taken with an early 2016s compact digital camera, washed out colors, flash photography, grainy texture, overexposed light, ethereal mood, low resolution, vintage y2k aesthetic, pinsterest, nostalgic atmosphere.

5 months ago

create From the stormy twilight sea, a mesmerizing black-haired mermaid rises. Her endless waves of ink-black hair glisten with ocean spray, framing hypnotic sapphire-blue eyes that seem to pierce the soul. Her body is adorned with shimmering crimson scales, each edged in silver, and her skin is studded with brilliant-cut diamonds that sparkle under the ghostly light of a full moon. The ocean itself seems to bow in reverence, its waves flattening in unnatural stillness before such breathtaking, forbidden beauty. Painted in a cinematic, dark fantasy style, with hyperrealistic textures and emotional intensity

6 months ago

A terrified woman stares downward at a swirling black vortex in the center of her stomach, her face frozen in an expression of fear and despair. The vortex distorts the surrounding flesh and fabric, pulling her inward with immense gravitational force. Her torso begins to twist and spiral unnaturally toward the vortex, her arms and head subtly warped as though drawn into an invisible event horizon. Skin and clothing fragment into streaks of light and shadow, trailing around the pull. Her hair is swept into the void, strands unraveling and disintegrating mid-air. Around her body, gravitational ripples warp the air, bending light and forming ghostly echoes of her disintegrating figure. The environment is dark and minimal, as if erased by the void, with surreal, dreamlike lighting—faint, cold illumination highlighting the curvature of her distorted form. Her terrified eyes reflect the infinite abyss within her, a haunting mix of desperation and acceptance. The scene captures a surreal emotional collapse—haunting, dreamlike, and deeply evocative. --v 1.1 --style ultra --quality 2 --ar 3:4

7 months ago

Create a double-exposure image capturing the terrifying transformation of a werewolf mid-change, blending two intense layers: Foreground: A human figure—eyes wide with pain and primal rage—as their body twists and contorts in unnatural ways. Their skin is ripping, stretching, and growing fur, their hands elongating into clawed paws, and their mouth opening in a scream that shifts into a feral snarl. Their expression is a mix of terror, agony, and the inevitable pull of the beast within. Background: The fully transformed werewolf—a towering, monstrous creature with glowing eyes, powerful limbs, and fur bristling in the moonlight. Its snout is curled in a savage growl, and its claws glisten, ready to strike. The backdrop features a dark, misty forest under a full moon, its eerie light cutting through the swirling fog. The double exposure effect should blend the two figures together—the human dissolving into the beast, as if caught in the nightmarish in-between state of transformation. The moonlight casts an eerie glow, highlighting the tension between man and monster. The colors should be a mix of cool blues, grays, and silvers, contrasted with the deep shadows of the forest. This image should capture the horror, power, and inevitability of the werewolf’s curse, evoking both fear and fascination.

6 months ago

In a forgotten corner of a dimly lit room, a hyper-realistic puppet rests against a worn-out armchair. Its face is intricately crafted from porcelain, with a serene expression that hides an underlying tension. Its eyes are large and glassy, almost too real, reflecting faint, distant lights. The puppet's clothes are tattered, yet once were rich with vibrant colors. A faded floral dress clings to its body, stained with age. The air in the room is still, and a gentle draft rustles the curtains, sending a shiver through the otherwise stagnant air. Shadows dance along the walls, stretching and warping as if the room itself holds a secret. Despite its lifelike appearance, the puppet's stillness feels unnatural, and the room gives the impression that it is waiting for something.

7 months ago

A stunning anime-style portrait of a seductive young female character with long, flowing violet-tinted hair and deep mesmerizing purple eyes with intricate reflections. One side of her face and body is that of a gorgeous, alluring woman, with soft anime shading, flawless skin, and a revealing futuristic outfit with glowing neon violet accents. The other half is overtaken by the symbiote, forming the monstrous, inky black texture of Venom, with sharp white veins pulsating across her body. Her left eye glows ominously as the symbiote side features a wide, menacing grin with razor-sharp teeth, and a long, slick, snake-like tongue emerges from the darkness. The fusion of beauty and terror is striking—her human side looks seductive, while the Venom side exudes raw power and danger. The background is a dark cyberpunk-inspired cityscape with neon purple and blue lights reflecting off the rain-soaked streets, adding a moody, cinematic feel. Ultra HD, hyper-detailed, 8K resolution, perfect face symmetry, cinematic lighting, photorealistic textures, anime aesthetic meets Marvel's dark symbiote horror." Negative Prompt: "blurry, pixelated, low resolution, distorted face, extra limbs, extra fingers, deformed hands, unnatural anatomy, asymmetrical features, unrealistic eyes, poor lighting, overexposed, underexposed, grainy texture, plastic skin, unrealistic shading, exaggerated proportions, low detail, cartoonish, bad anatomy, missing details, artifacts, jagged edges, oversaturated colors, unnatural colors, unnatural reflections.

7 months ago

(Surrealism:1.7, Salvador Dalí late-life style:2.0, Dreamlike distortion:1.6, Hyperreal textures:1.5, Chiaroscuro contrast:1.4, Oil-painting brushstrokes:1.5, Organic fluidity:1.6, Metaphysical realism:1.4) A full-body surrealist portrait of a prostitute, painted in the unmistakable late-life style of Salvador Dalí, where dream logic dictates form and reality bends into its own subconscious reflection. She stands alone in the void, a lone figure frozen in motion yet melting into time itself. Her body is elongated but coherent, her limbs refined into one singular, fluid, organic motion, as if she is a sculpture made of half-formed candle wax, melting at the edges but never fully dissolving. Her face remains untouched by distortion, hyperreal and melancholic, eyes darkened with kohl, staring directly outward, unblinking, as if confronting time, fate, and the fabric of reality itself. A single strand of jet-black hair escapes from her carefully pinned curls, swaying in an invisible breeze. Her lips—painted a deep, blood-red—drip slightly at the edges, as if smeared by unseen hands, caught between seduction and sorrow. Her dress, a relic of the past, is a contradiction of luxury and decay, the hem transforming into thin wisps of smoke, curling and dispersing into the canvas. The fabric is stretched unnaturally, its folds elongating like the melted forms of Dalí’s classic clocks, one shoulder slipping in an eternal descent, never quite falling. The setting is an infinite, surreal landscape—a lonely street with no visible end, where shadows stretch longer than their owners, and the cobblestones appear to melt into liquid mercury. In the background, a large, antique pocket watch, twisted and partially submerged in the air, hangs frozen at an uncertain hour, its hands warped into elongated spirals. A single red rose, impossibly large and impossibly alive, hovers just behind her, its petals peeling away like fragments of forgotten love letters. The air feels thick, painted with visible brushstrokes, where light and shadow do not obey the laws of physics—instead, they bleed into one another, wrapping around her body in soft, liquid chiaroscuro, mimicking the curvature of a dream. She is not merely a woman but a symbol—of desire, of loss, of something slipping through time like sand through Dalí’s own fingers.

7 months ago

A monstrous, armored demon knight stands at the edge of a ruined gothic cathedral, its body wrapped in black, cracked plate armor covered in ancient infernal etchings. Its face is hidden beneath a horned, iron helmet, but behind the visor, two eerie red slits glow like dying embers. Chains dangle from its arms and shoulders, dragging across the ground as it moves, emitting an unholy rattling sound. Its clawed gauntlets grip a massive zweihänder sword, blackened with centuries of cursed energy. The ruined cathedral behind it is engulfed in an eerie crimson mist, as twisted statues of weeping angels watch in silent agony. A trail of burned earth follows in its wake, as if the very ground rejects its existence. Shadows stretch unnaturally toward it, bending in its presence, as if trying to escape the abyss that spawned it."

4 months ago

"A hyper-realistic, cinematic scene of Alina Dreymore, a mysterious noblewoman dressed in elegant tribal-inspired attire. She wears a fitted leather bodice with braided details and shoulder straps, paired with a long, asymmetrical wrap skirt made of dark, weathered fabric that flows naturally as she moves. Her outfit is adorned with intricate tribal patterns, leather straps, and metal accents that hint at both her noble origins and her connection to the wild. Her long raven-black hair flows wildly down her back, catching subtle blue highlights in the warm sunlight filtering through the dense jungle. She stands in a lush jungle clearing, surrounded by towering trees and cascading vines, with the golden light of the setting sun casting dynamic shadows across her form. Her expression is intense and confident, with piercing eyes that exude strength and determination. The cinematic atmosphere is enhanced by subtle film grain and vintage color grading, creating the look of a timeless adventure film. The textures are rich and lifelike, capturing the details of the fabric, leather, and natural elements around her." 💡 Prompt Negativo Ottimizzato "extra fingers, distorted hands, bad anatomy, missing body parts, malformed limbs, unnatural poses, extra eyes, deformed face, cartoonish style, unrealistic textures, stiff pose, low resolution" 🛠️ Parametri Tecnici Consigliati --ar 2:3 (vertical for a cinematic full-body shot) --v 5.1 (for better realism and anatomy) --q 2 (high-quality rendering) --s 750 (balanced creativity and precision) --stylize 750 (cinematic flair) --film grain (for a classic adventure film texture) --warm sunlight (to enhance the jungle atmosphere) --dynamic shadows (for a dramatic and realistic effect)

8 months ago

A cinematic scene of Alina Dreymore, a noblewoman in her early thirties, positioned gracefully on her hands down and knees in a reflective and composed pose, viewed in front, breast 150. She is dressed in a violet, fitted shirt with refined lace details, elegantly accentuating her silhouette. Her raven-black hair flows down her back in soft waves, with subtle blue highlights catching the ambient light from above. The scene is set in a grand gothic hall, with towering stone pillars and diffused lighting creating a dramatic contrast of light and shadow. The soft illumination emphasizes the texture of the stone floor and the intricate details of her attire, while casting delicate shadows that enhance the depth and realism of the composition. Her pose conveys quiet confidence and calm reflection, capturing a cinematic moment of timeless gothic elegance." --- Prompt Negativo: extra fingers, extra arms, extra legs, distorted hands, bad anatomy, missing body parts, malformed limbs, bad proportions, unnatural poses, extra eyes, deformed face, unrealistic clothing textures --- Dettagli Tecnici: --ar 9:16 --v 5 --q 2 --stylize 750 --s 1000 --textured skin --dynamic shadows --high contrast --soft lighting --dark fantasy --gothic elegance --fix anatomy --no extra limbs --realistic proportions --natural fabric movement :

7 months ago

A **dark and twisted Wonderland** unfurls, transformed into a **haunting nightmare** where every corner pulses with malevolent energy. The once whimsical landscape is now warped, twisted, and drenched in an unsettling, nightmarish atmosphere. The ground beneath your feet is cracked, like the skin of some ancient beast, with dark roots curling through the earth like sinister veins, pulsating with an eerie life force. The air is thick with a palpable tension, a heavy weight that presses against your chest. Above, the sky churns in a swirling maelstrom of deep **purple** and **blood-red** hues, the colors constantly shifting, as though the heavens themselves are in torment. These ominous clouds swirl with an unnatural force, casting shifting shadows and strange, ghostly lights that dance across the land below. The air crackles with the whispers of long-forgotten creatures, their voices an unsettling mix of laughter and cries of anguish. The trees, once delicate and enchanting, now writhe in grotesque forms, their gnarled branches twisted into horrific shapes, reaching like skeletal fingers towards the sky. Their leaves are dark, almost black, with sharp edges, resembling jagged claws. Strange, glowing eyes peer out from the darkness between the trees, watching, waiting. The familiar figures of Wonderland are no longer innocent and playful. The **Mad Hatter's** hat is tattered, his grin more menacing than ever, his eyes glowing with madness. The **White Rabbit** scurries past with a twisted, skeletal form, its fur matted and stained, leaving a trail of blood behind it as it vanishes into the shadows. The **Cheshire Cat** grins wider, its smile stretching unnaturally across its face, revealing sharp, jagged teeth, its body flickering in and out of existence like a ghost in the fog. A crooked, decaying mansion looms in the distance, its windows shattered, leaking an eerie greenish light that pulses with each beat of the land's dark heart. The walls of the mansion seem to breathe, expanding and contracting, as if it is alive with some ancient malevolent force. The sound of dripping water echoes through the air, but it’s not water—it's blood, flowing in a slow, rhythmic stream that stains the cracked ground red. In the distance, the sound of distant bells tolls—deep, mournful chimes that reverberate through the land, signifying the passage of time in this nightmarish realm. The landscape seems to pulse and shift, an ever-changing labyrinth of fear, madness, and decay, drawing you deeper into its twisted heart. The entire scene is bathed in an unnatural light, as if the moon itself has been swallowed by the madness of Wonderland, leaving only an unsettling, shifting glow that amplifies the nightmarish nature of this once-innocent world. This is no longer Wonderland. It is a place of horror, a **haunting nightmare** under the oppressive weight of a **swirling purple and blood-red sky**, where the laws of reality have been bent and broken, and only darkness and fear reign.; 8k, intricate detail, photorealistic, realistic light, wide angle

7 months ago

A colossal, shadowy figure looms over a surreal, neon-lit underworld, its horns spiraling into infinity like fractal vortexes. Its body is composed of shifting cosmic voids, speckled with burning red stars and glowing sigils of forgotten knowledge. Its eyes are liquid gold, hypnotic and all-consuming, drawing souls into its boundless gaze. Below, two astral-bound figures kneel, shackled by chains of molten silver, yet upon closer inspection, the chains are loose—revealing that their imprisonment is a self-imposed illusion. Their bodies flicker between human and shadow, caught between desire and liberation. The Devil’s outstretched hands weave luminous strings of manipulation, controlling floating tarot cards, shifting golden coins, and burning forbidden books, symbols of temptation and earthly distractions. Around them, melting architectures of hedonistic palaces and warped neon cityscapes twist and collapse, representing the ephemeral nature of false power. Above, a crimson moon drips molten silver, forming a cascading river of lost souls, forgotten dreams, and abandoned ambitions, eternally flowing into the abyss. The air crackles with chaotic, surreal energy, embodying the raw force of passion, obsession, and the choice between enslavement and awakening. Salvador Dalí surrealism, hyper-detailed, haunting yet mesmerizing, celestial and infernal contrast, glowing sigils, cinematic 4K surrealism, fractal horns, neon shadows, liquid reality, ultra-sharp, dreamlike fantasy. --avoid: malformed, extra limbs, distorted anatomy, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated, stretched features, exaggerated distortions, cartoonish, low-poly, noisy, CGI look, unnatural lighting, bad proportions, poorly drawn hands, floating objects, watermark, text artifacts, random artifacts, generic horror elements.

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.

1 month ago

Full body view: A luminous golden female guardian, her form woven from celestial silk and cosmic energy, stands barefoot, perfect feet, atop a levitating ladder made of liquid gold. In one hand, they offer six radiant pentacles, which coalesce into streams of luminous energy that flow into the hands of dark seekers below. The balance between giving and receiving shifts like a cosmic scale, dictated by the divine flow. Contrite gems orbit them, stabilizing the scene with grounding energy. Ethereal surrealism inspired by Salvador Dalí, hyper-detailed, radiant neon highlights, cosmic energy exchange, dreamlike floating ladder, cinematic 4K. Avoid: misshapen anatomy, extra limbs, distorted proportions, blurry, low-resolution, pixelated images, unnatural reflections, stretched lines, floating artifacts, oversaturated hues, cartoonish, low-poly images, watermarks, text artifacts.

8 months ago

"A cinematic scene of Alina Dreymore, a fair-skinned noblewoman in her early thirties, positioned gracefully on her hands and knees in a thoughtful and composed pose, viewed from the front. Her complexion is pale and smooth, with a soft, natural glow. Her raven-black hair flows down her back in silky waves, with subtle orabge highlights catching the soft light from above. She wears a fitted deep dark green lingerie set with refined lace details, elegantly accentuating her silhouette, breast 150. The scene is set in a grand gothic hall with towering stone pillars and ambient lighting that creates a dramatic contrast of light and shadow. The soft illumination highlights the textures of the stone floor, the intricate embroidery of her attire, and her graceful posture. Her pose conveys quiet confidence and calm reflection, capturing a cinematic moment of timeless gothic elegance, with natural fabric movement and realistic proportions."8k 🛠️ Prompt Negativo: extra fingers, extra arms, extra legs, distorted hands, bad anatomy, missing body parts, malformed limbs, bad proportions, unnatural poses, extra eyes, deformed face, unrealistic clothing textures ⚙️ Dettagli Tecnici: --ar 9:16 --v 5 --q 2 --stylize 750 --s 1000 --textured skin --dynamic shadows --high contrast --soft lighting --dark fantasy --gothic elegance --fix anatomy --no extra limbs --realistic proportions --natural fabric movement

8 months ago

A terrified, slim-faced young man stares downward at a void in the center of her stomach (1.4), his face frozen in an expression of fear and despair (1.2). The void is a swirling black vortex (1.5), its edges distorting the surrounding flesh and fabric of his body, pulling him inward with immense force. His form begins to twist and spiral, his torso stretching unnaturally toward the vortex, his arms, and head subtly warping as though being drawn into an invisible event horizon. His skin and clothes fragment and streak like thin trails of light and shadow, curving around the gravitational pull of the void. The man’s long black hair is swept toward the vortex, strands unraveling and disintegrating as they spiral inward. Around the edges of her body, faint ripples of gravitational distortion warp the air, bending the light and creating ghostly echoes of her disintegrating form. The scene is suffused with a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere—his figure suspended in darkness, illuminated by faint, cold light that accentuates the curvature of his distorted body. His terrified eyes reflect the infinite darkness of the void, his expression both a plea for escape and the inevitability of collapse. The background is abstract and minimal, as though the void has erased all sense of space and time around him. The only remaining focus is the man, his twisting, spiraling body and the endless pull of the vortex consuming his form. The image is haunting, surreal, and emotional, capturing the slow, inevitable collapse of self into nothingness.

8 months ago

A terrified, slim-faced young man stares downward at a void in the center of her stomach (1.4), his face frozen in an expression of fear and despair (1.2). The void is a swirling black vortex (1.5), its edges distorting the surrounding flesh and fabric of his body, pulling him inward with immense force. His form begins to twist and spiral, his torso stretching unnaturally toward the vortex, his arms, and head subtly warping as though being drawn into an invisible event horizon. His skin and clothes fragment and streak like thin trails of light and shadow, curving around the gravitational pull of the void. The man’s long black hair is swept toward the vortex, strands unraveling and disintegrating as they spiral inward. Around the edges of her body, faint ripples of gravitational distortion warp the air, bending the light and creating ghostly echoes of her disintegrating form. The scene is suffused with a surreal, dreamlike atmosphere—his figure suspended in darkness, illuminated by faint, cold light that accentuates the curvature of his distorted body. His terrified eyes reflect the infinite darkness of the void, his expression both a plea for escape and the inevitability of collapse. The background is abstract and minimal, as though the void has erased all sense of space and time around him. The only remaining focus is the man, his twisting, spiraling body and the endless pull of the vortex consuming his form. The image is haunting, surreal, and emotional, capturing the slow, inevitable collapse of self into nothingness.

9 months ago

A 29-year-old Croatian man in a modern gym setting, engaged in an intense workout. He has an athletic build, with short dark hair and a no beard. The gym features bright, natural lighting with large windows, showcasing equipment such as barbells, weight plates, and a squat rack. He is wearing a fitted athletic t-shirt and gym shorts in neutral or dark tones that highlight his physique. His expression is focused and determined, with visible effort as he lifts weights. The background includes other gym-goers and gym equipment, blurred slightly to emphasize him as the main subject Avoid features such as unrealistic body proportions, overly exaggerated muscle size, unkempt appearance, cluttered or chaotic gym environment, outdated or broken gym equipment, unnatural or awkward poses, poor lighting, excessive sweat, overly dramatic expressions, or any background distractions like people staring, messy gym spaces, or unnecessary props.

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

A horrifying humanoid creature breaking into a dark bedroom, with extremely long limbs. It stands on its right leg while its left leg dangles uselessly. It does not even touch the floor. Its right arm bends down to touch the floor like a crutch, supporting its weight. Its left arm hangs limply in the air. The creature has pale, slimy skin with visible black veins. Its eyes are pitch black, and its face is stretched into a wide, unnatural smile like ":)))", drawn onto the skin. The creature resembles Tommy from Life of Luxury. Dramatic horror lighting, shadows, realistic horror art style. It has a human body.

5 months ago

Okay, let's craft a detailed appearance for an anime-style "baddie mom" for an AI image generator. This type of character often has a strong, perhaps slightly intimidating presence, and a look that's both stylish and suggests a hint of danger or cunning **Anime "Baddie Mom" Appearance:** Imagine a woman likely in her late 30s to early 40s, possessing a striking and confident demeanor. Her face is sharp and intelligent, with eyes that hold a knowing or even slightly calculating glint. They might be a piercing color like emerald green, sapphire blue, or even a vibrant, unnatural shade like crimson, often with a hint of a smirk playing on her lips. Her hair is a statement. It could be a dramatic, unnatural color like deep purple, electric blue, or stark white, styled in a sharp, asymmetrical cut, a sleek, high ponytail, or a voluminous, perfectly styled bob. It always looks impeccably maintained. Her body type is often slender and athletic, conveying a sense of power and control. She moves with a deliberate grace, and her posture is always upright and confident. Her attire is fashionable and often leans towards darker colors or bold patterns. Think form-fitting dresses or jumpsuits in black, deep red, or jewel tones, perhaps with strategic cutouts or sheer panels. She might favor tailored pantsuits with sharp lines, or a stylish trench coat. Accessories are key – statement jewelry, perhaps a single, striking piece like large earrings or a bold necklace, and stylish, often high-heeled shoes. She might carry a designer handbag. Her overall appearance is one of sophisticated power and a hint of mystery. She looks like someone who is in control, intelligent, and not to be underestimated, embodying the "baddie" archetype with a maternal edge.