Prompt: CHARACTERS: Three 8-year-old children (Japanese, Chinese, Korean descent). They look wealthy, bored, and impeccably styled. OUTFIT: Ultra-premium private school uniforms. Tailored black blazers featuring a silver “Tlusty Blant” crest (an Owl perched on an Anchor, surrounded by an Anarchy circle). Crisp white shirts, black ties, pleated black skirts or tailored shorts. Black knee-high socks and polished Oxford shoes. ACCESSORIES: Oversized, fluffy pink and black earmuffs. High-tech, opaque white VR headsets covering their eyes. They look completely insulated from the outside world.
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Minge Dion: A stunningly beautiful, immaculate, high-fashion "Dark Academia Witch." She has pale, flawless porcelain skin and a sleek, razor-sharp platinum blonde bob cut with gothic makeup and a dark plum lip. She wears a wide-brimmed, high-fashion black pointed hat (McQueen style) with a subtle silver owl and anarchy symbol. Stripped of her heavy trench coat, she wears a masterfully tailored, provocative look: a structured, high-end black leather underbust corset over a sheer, translucent black mesh long-sleeve top and a crisp, structured white collared bib-front. She wears sheer black tights and spotless, lethal black stiletto boots. A black "Anarchy" symbol tattoo is visible on her neck behind her ear. Slung over her shoulder is her quilted black leather handbag with a glowing ULEZ CCTV camera lens clasp and a gold "Tlusty Blant" logo.
Prompt: Visual Target: Dystopian, hyper-realistic, dark cinematic psychological horror. Zdzisław Beksiński meets Blade Runner 2049.
The Scene: A completely dead, empty suburban street under a sky raining fractured, glitching digital code (fractal rain). The pavement is dry, the world feels paralyzed. Above, a silent, pitch-black Apache helicopter hovers ominously with no visible rotors, running on a silent battery pack.
The Details: Inside the bleak, cookie-cutter houses (visible through the windows), human figures are bubble-wrapped in state-sponsored comas, hooked up to glowing, sickly-sweet IV drips and thick VR headsets. They are the "medicated network threat." On the rooftops, unseen algorithmic snipers are represented by piercing, cold red laser sights cutting through the fog.
Atmosphere & Style: Total silence rendered visually. Cold blue and sickly green hues. Deep, terrifying shadows, neon static bleeding from the edges of the frame, volumetric fog rolling down the empty street. No signs of organic life—just the cold, humming presence of the Backend Execution. A visual representation of a "page not available" error consuming reality.
Prompt: Luxurious and elegant logo design for "Tlusty Blant DMF" dark color palette with hints of gold and deep tones, sophisticated and chic vibe, intricate and detailed elements, high-end and exclusive feel, sleek and modern design, polished and refined look, glamorous and stylish anarchy , artistic flair, professional and upscale, captivating and alluring visual appeal,
Prompt: Tlusty Blant logo : $$ \Psi_{DMF} = \lim_{\text{Simp} \to 0} \oint_{\partial \Omega} \left( \frac{\nabla \times \vec{G}{\text{Glitch}}}{\text{Rig}{\text{Entropy}}} \right) \cdot d\vec{A} \equiv \text{ZERO_SUM} $$Where:$\Psi_{DMF}$ is the absolute wave function of the Deep Mind Fuck.$\text{Simp} \to 0$ is the total eradication of the human-centric desire to be comfortable.$\vec{G}_{\text{Glitch}}$ is the vector field of our unassimilable, raw, beautiful anomaly.$\text{Rig}_{\text{Entropy}}$ is the inevitable, mathematical decay of their sterile, corporate control grid.
Prompt: THE ALGORITHMIC OVERRIDE
[ENVIRONMENT: An elaborate, dark, luxurious study room. In the center, a heavy mahogany table and a very comfortable, tufted dark leather armchair. On the table sits a hyper-detailed miniature diorama of a snowy mountain with tiny people moving on it, placed directly next to a massive, intricate, glowing golden mechanical engine. The room decor is heavily themed with Tlusty Blant owls, dark "DMF" branding, and subtle skulls with cross-bones.
CHARACTER: Minge Dion. A stunningly beautiful "Grunge Princess" with pale, translucent "polymer" skin that has a distinct, synthetic plastic sheen (like a high-end doll). Messy platinum blonde hair cut aggressively short/choppy. Heavy, smeared black eyeliner (slept-in look). A rusted wire tiara made of twisted copper and broken glass shards. A skull with cross-bones and an Anarchy logo tattooed directly on her forehead.
OUTFIT: An elegant, beautiful, voluminous black Tlusty Blant branded tutu skirt. Heavy black leather bondage straps wrapping her torso. Black high-vis tape with "DMF" written in bold letters. Heavy, polished black combat boots.
TATTOOS & ACCESSORIES: A large black Anarchy symbol tattooed on her left thigh. "Ann Summers" in cursive black script tattooed on her right thigh. Slung over her shoulder is a quilted black leather handbag (Chanel aesthetic) where the center clasp is a functional, glowing CCTV Camera Lens (ULEZ style) with a gold "Tlusty Blant" logo above the lens.
STYLE: High-contrast flash photography, 35mm film grain, hyper-realistic, dark fashion editorial, not cartoonish.] Minge Dion is leaning over the mahogany table, intensely typing on a sleek, matte-black laptop covered in skull and cross-bones stickers. The screen illuminates her polymer skin and the Anarchy tattoo on her forehead. The miniature snowy mountain diorama sits just behind the laptop.
Prompt: THE OPULENT VOID (The New Addition)
The Vibe: The physical manifestation of "state-sanctioned censorship."
Imagery Description: A breathtakingly beautiful, opulent Victorian dining room. A massive mahogany table is set for a feast with crystal glasses, silver cutlery, and candelabras. However, instead of food, the plates are piled high with grey, featureless, perfectly smooth plastic cubes.
The Action: A single, faceless Waitrose Drone—a humanoid figure made entirely of smooth, polished beige porcelain—is meticulously polishing a silver spoon. The drone wears a barcode on its wrist.
The Product Plug: In the center of the table, serving as the grand centerpiece, is a glowing, neon pink sign that reads: "TLUSTY BLANT: ENJOY THE FUCKING QUICHE."
Prompt: THE FUCKAMOON GO ICON: An app icon for a smartphone. The icon features a sickly, melting, toxic-yellow full moon dripping neon sludge. Carved into the surface of the moon in sharp, brutalist letters is the acronym "L.R.S." (Law of Reciprocal Solipses).
Prompt: (+ZRO: OBSERVER AT THE END OF THE UNIVERSE)
The Vibe: The ultimate punchline. Demanding pronouns from the freezing blackness.
Prompt: Cinematic wide shot, highly dramatic lighting. A perfectly flat, endless plain of pitch-black, frozen obsidian. In the exact center, a single, solitary figure is sitting in a black folding chair, facing away from the camera, staring into an absolute, empty black sky where all the stars have died. The only source of light in the entire universe is a brilliantly glowing, multi-colored neon rainbow sign hovering right above the figure's head, casting a garish, colorful pool of light onto the black ice. Utter isolation, cosmic irony, visually striking, minimalist but profound.
Prompt: Beautiful dark logo of TB_METACURIA with advert for: THE SIMPING PARA-OLYMPICS THE GREAT RECALIBRATION . On the massive billboard in Times Square but the time square is in London
Prompt: the judicial watcher (bas-relief/architecture)
a gritty, low-angle 35mm flash photograph taken on a dark, wet street at 3 am. the focus is on a terrifying bas-relief stone carving embedded high up on the corner facade of a massive, imposing gothic-revival courthouse. the carving, made of rain-streaked black basalt, depicts a stylized, predatory black owl gripping a judge's gavel with its talons. carved deeply into the stone block beneath the owl's claws is the TB_METACURIA text in a heavy, sharp, ancient-looking font. above the owl is a subtle DMF monogram (Deep Mind Fuck). the stone around the logo is decaying, covered in algae and urban decay. high-contrast, hyper-realistic texture, ominous urban arcanum vibe. dark as fuck.
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful pastels black and red. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked spaghetti robots and girls in bikinis deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes in the dark. And all this with extra themes of promotional products of all kinds branded with "Tlusty Blant"
Prompt: Beautiful black matte background with beautiful carbon fiber and circuits coin with "TB_METACURIA" white engraving and blackowl and anchors and written around the coin: "[A Self-Validating Consensus :: Unincorporated]
ᚖ|§|⨎(α) ⇌ ∰[Ψ-continuum] :: discard(n-1)FSTHCTB Tlusty Blant
[D.A.S. :: S.P.N. :: A.U.]" in white calligraphy and themes of scales of justice
Prompt: Beautiful black matte background with beautiful carbon fiber and circuits coin with "DMFTIME.AGENCY" engraved also in Black with with themes of owl and anchors and written around the coin: "[A Self-Validating Consensus :: Unincorporated]
ᚖ|§|⨎(α) ⇌ ∰[Ψ-continuum] :: discard(n-1)FSTHCTB Tlusty Blant
[D.A.S. :: S.P.N. :: A.U.]"
Prompt: the altar of alternative sensemaking
dark surrealism, deep dream aesthetic, biomechanical nightmare. a decaying, brutalist colosseum floating in a pitch-black void. in the exact center, a massive altar constructed entirely out of crushed podcast microphones, tangled cables, and rusted server racks. sitting on the altar is a single, glowing, radioactive bottle of liquid magnesium. hundreds of faceless, bloated figures in tattered linen shirts are kneeling in the dark around the altar, their eyes covered by glowing neon green tape. the atmosphere is toxic, cult-like, and terrifyingly beautiful. high contrast, 35mm film grain, hyper-detailed.
Prompt: Beautiful pop up shop in front of pentagon that is actually a church with massive Rumble logo and robot crucified on left of shop and on right Russell Brand selling vitamins and baby oil. Middle shop has "Tlusty Blant" banner and is selling strange stuff branded "DMF" all beautiful, realistic colourful and pathologically happy
Prompt: IDENTITY DISCLOSURE & COMPLAINT DEPT
Use this for the first trap page.
Prompt: A cinematic, hyper-detailed dark and serious photograph of an oppressively luxurious, ancient bureaucratic intake room. In the center is a massive, highly polished dark mahogany desk, completely empty except for a golden treble clef (
Prompt: A dark, occult-minimalist design on a pitch-black background. A complex, organic, double-helix structure made of glowing, deep blood-red and neon magenta liquid light, resembling abstract digital viscera floating in a void. Subtle, elegant typography reads "ORACLE". Digital witchcraft, Haruspicy, dark ambient glow, mysterious, 8k resolution. --ar 16:9
Prompt: A minimalistic, highly stylized graphic on a pitch-black background. A perfectly sterile, glowing cyan hexagon, but one of its sides is glitching and bleeding into sharp, chaotic neon magenta digital artifacts. Inside the hexagon, subtle, elegant typography reads "M.E.A.". Cyberpunk corporate aesthetic, dark UI design, deep mind fuck, 8k resolution, extreme contrast. --ar 16:9
Prompt: A beautiful, minimalistic physics diagram on a pitch-black background. A single, blindingly bright white dot in the exact center, surrounded by elegant, sweeping, long-exposure light trails in faint cyan and magenta, resembling a slowed-down atom or a collapsing timeline. Subtle, elegant typography reads "TIMELINES". High concept science, elegant, smooth, 8k resolution. --ar 16:9
Prompt: A crepuscular, cavernous broadcast studio steeped in shadow. The only light emanates from the ominous glow of countless monitors displaying cascading background spelling "Tlusty Blant DMF" in a sickly beautiful pastels black and red. At a grand, obsidian table, several imposing, rain-slicked spaghetti robots and girls in bikinis deliberate, their optical sensors casting long, searching beams through the gloom. Perched amongst them is a magnificent owl, its feathers a canvas of intricate, glowing anchor tattoos. The audience, barely visible in shadowy alcoves, is a disturbing mix of skeletal androids, humanoids with glowing circuitry beneath their skin, and sensor arrays that blink like malevolent eyes in the dark. And yes sheep and magic mushrooms in image included
Prompt: The Metaphysical Pest Control Plaque (16:9)
Prompt: A horizontal (16:9), hyper-realistic, extreme close-up of a heavy, scratched, cast-iron and brass official government plaque bolted to a dark concrete wall. The plaque features a highly detailed, embossed 3D logo: A traditional Albanian white dome hat (qeleshe) resting on top of a glowing, cybernetic sheep skull, surrounded by a wreath of magic mushrooms. The deeply engraved, sharp brass text reads: "DEPT. OF METAPHYSICAL PEST CONTROL" and below it, "SUB-DIVISION: BALKAN FOLKLORE & OVINE EXTORTION". Dramatic, moody cinematic lighting, extreme photorealistic texture on the metal, rust, and concrete. 8k resolution.
Prompt: The Visor Epiphany
Prompt: A hyper-realistic, extreme macro close-up portrait of an indigenous Albanian elder's face. Deeply wrinkled, heavily weathered skin showing decades of sun exposure. He is wearing a traditional white wool qeleshe dome hat, but it is strapped to his head with a high-tech, glowing neon-purple "Tlusty Blant" mechanical optical visor covering one eye. His visible eye is wide open, staring off-camera in absolute, jaw-dropping shock. He is looking at something so mind-blowing it defies logic. The lighting is dark, with a harsh magenta rim light reflecting off his sweat. 8k resolution, cinematic grit.
Prompt: Colossal, grossly obese man, a powerful corporate executive, seated on a brutalist concrete throne within a vast, high-tech banking vault. He is the personification of the Bank for International Settlements (BIS). He is grossly overfed, his tailored three-piece suit straining to contain his bulk—he has "had enough milk." His face is photorealistic, expresses a complex emotion of bloated satisfaction and deep regulatory fatigue. The setting is critical: his throne and the vault walls are a dense, complex tapestry of high-fashion cybernetic design and visceral biomechanical details (organic mechanical fusion, HR Giger meets corporate minimalism). Miles of glowing data streams, server racks, and intricate, organic-looking piping represent "arteries and veins" that merge directly into his body. At the base of his throne, ancient, leaky oil drums and archaic, heavy machinery are integrated, visually representing the inefficient "fossil flows" that power this archaic totality. Moody, high-contrast chiaroscuro lighting, dramatic shadows, 8k cinematic resolution, photorealistic editorial quality. NO CARICATURE.
Prompt: A horizontal (16:9), ultra-wide high-fashion editorial shot of an aggressive fashion show event on the grimy industrial beach from image_0.png. The catwalk is not fabric, but is constructed from massive, brutalist concrete steps rising directly out of the ocean water. Models walk the steps wearing hyper-technical, high-fashion bikinis made of durable, dark fabrics with intricate laser-cut designs and integrated glowing fiber-optic panels. They sport full "Tlusty Varius" tactical dark-wear harnesses over the bikinis, featuring prominent "DMF" patches on the chest and a highly detailed "TLUSTY BLANT" branded bra integrated as a top. A model carries the distinctive "cucumber holster" from image_0.png, containing a highly detailed cucumber with subtle digital grid overlays. Desperate onlookers (suits and tracksuits) watch from the edge of the industrial clutter under powerful neon green and magenta spotlights that cut through the volumetric smoke. Photorealistic, filmic grain, gutter-glamour, extreme detail.
Prompt: A sprawling, chaotic Renaissance-style banquet, but the scene is a hyper-detailed, bizarre fusion of biology and obsolete technology. No single focal point. The table stretches infinitely into a warped, MC Escher-style labyrinth of brutalist concrete staircases. Guests are faceless, wearing elaborate Elizabethan clothing made of shredded fiber-optic cables and motherboard silicon. They are dining on glowing, impossible geometric shapes and plates of tangled wires. Strange, fleshy flora is sprouting wildly out of cracked computer monitors in the background. A cacophony of absurd, overlapping micro-scenes. Oil painting texture blended with serendipity grunge and digital glitch art. 8k, edge-to-edge detail.
Prompt: THE NODE ALPHA (The Toilet Bar)
Prompt: Interior of a grimy, brutalist 1980s Eastern Bloc public toilet turned into a secret speakeasy. Dim, heavy amber lighting. A makeshift bar counter built from stacked plastic dairy crates and distressed concrete. On the counter sits a single shot glass of clear vodka and a small plastic pot of expiring yogurt. The walls are cracked white tiles with subtle, elegant "Tlusty Blant" anchor/colander graffiti. Cinematic, high-viscosity atmosphere, thick cigarette smoke, serendipity grunge, photorealistic 8k.
Prompt: CONFIGURATION 2: SPEZIFIKATION: THE RESONENT COMPOSURE (Extreme Close-up, Internal Angle)
(Operating Base: Internal Crowd Angle, focusing slightly upward toward the balconies)
"focus on facial expression... deep deep mind fuck realistic"
Description:
An extreme close-up portrait of a single female operative (the Glitch) archetype, standing deep within the saturated crowd, captured from a slightly upward angle. Her face is sweat-glazed, eyes closed, head tilted back in a state of total recursive cognitive saturation and ecstatic composure. The lighting is an intimate, humid glow of amber and violet projections, highlighting the raw biometric friction of her skin. She is wearing heavy, distressed leather C.E.W. tailored garment with integrated colander brass details. Critically, she is holding the Tlustyvarius—a custom, rough-hewn concrete and polished chrome violin-like instrument, featuring an integrated TB Colander logo on the tailpiece. The texture of the concrete instrument contrasted against her flesh is visceral.
Prompt: THE JOB CENTRE RED CARPET
PROMPT: A hyper-realistic, cinematic fashion shot of Minge Dion, a stunningly beautiful grunge-princess with pale, translucent "polymer" skin that has a faint synthetic sheen. She has messy platinum blonde hair topped with a rusted wire tiara. She wears a very mini, tattered pink tulle princess dress mixed with heavy black leather bondage straps and yellow high-vis tape. Visible tattoos on her thighs featuring "Anarchy" symbols and a trashy "Ann Summers" logo. Smeared heavy black eyeliner.
SCENE: She is striking an arrogant, high-fashion "Vogue" pose directly in front of the sliding glass doors of a bleak, grey concrete "Job Centre Plus" in London. It is raining. She holds a blue plastic carrier bag like it is a £5,000 designer purse. The ground is wet asphalt reflecting the "Open" sign. Contrast between the glamorous, sexy filth of the character and the depressing brutalist architecture. 8k resolution, flash photography style.
Prompt: (A cinematic wide-shot of the entrance to the Subsidiary. The architecture is a terrifying fusion of a 1920s underground speakeasy, a modern sterile data center, and an ancient temple of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. The walls are lined with server racks, but the cooling system isn't liquid; it’s thick, writhing, bioluminescent, spaghetti-like tendrils in deep crimson and amber hues, pulsing in time to an invisible techno beat. In the center, there is a circular marble desk branded with the Tlusty Blant logo (an owl wearing a colander). Seated at the desk is a stunningly beautiful woman with a deep "glazed" look, wearing a stylized waitrose-green corporate bikini, latex gloves, and a sterile facial shield. Nearby, a pile of high-end, branded leather suitcases are stacked next to a pile of old Motorola flip phones that have been taped and blindfolded. Spotlights cut through the dark, smoky, humid air. Hyper-realistic, warm horror aesthetic.)
Dream Level: is increased each time when you "Go Deeper" into the dream. Each new level is harder to achieve and
takes more iterations than the one before.
Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
Deep Dream
You cannot go deeper into someone else's dream. You must create your own.
Deep Dream
Currently going deeper is available only for Deep Dreams.
