Prompt: A massive, brutalist Cathedral floating in a zero-gravity void. Instead of stained glass windows, the walls are made of massive, spinning magnetic rings that are distorting the stars behind them. A solitary figure in a black tactical hoodie is floating in the center, smoking a glowing neon spliff while the universe folds in on itself."
Prompt: beautiful girl in pink police uniform made of tape and cucumbers trapped to her tie covered in tattoos of anchors and owls is posing while standing on her head and having two beer bottles positions on top of her feet
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.All with theme : Psychoanalytic engine theme
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.All with theme : World trade centre and Epstein island drowning in crypto
Prompt: A dense, surreal ecosystem of carnivorous flora and bioluminescent fungi growing riotously over a pile of corroded luxury technology (broken cameras, rusted hard drives, tarnished jewelry). The plants are dripping with a thick, glowing, viscous golden nectar that looks radioactive. A beautiful, poisonous garden of waste.
Prompt: A surreal, dense collage of industrial machinery and human anatomical diagrams fused together. Gears, server racks, and blueprints for buildings are intermingled with translucent layers of biological X-rays and nervous system maps. A "systemic entropy" visualized as a complex, rusting machine-organism.
Prompt: A hyper-realistic, 3D luxury logo design. A shattered royal tiara made of translucent pink plastic and rusted copper wire. The tiara is dripping with black oil. Below the tiara, the word "MINGE" written in bold, diamond-encrusted letters. High contrast, neon pink and black color palette. Isolated on a solid flat black background. Vector art style.
Prompt: 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). FACE: Messy platinum blonde hair cut aggressively short/choppy. Heavy, smeared black eyeliner (slept-in look). She wears a rusted wire tiara made of twisted copper and broken glass shards. OUTFIT: A micro-mini Pink Tulle Princess Dress (tattered and dirty) held together by heavy Black Leather Bondage Straps and strips of Yellow High-Vis Tape. She wears heavy, mud-splattered Combat Boots. TATTOOS: A large black "Anarchy" symbol (A in a circle) visible on her left thigh. The text "Ann Summers" in cursive black script tattooed on her right thigh.
Prompt: "A hyper-detailed, pan-dimensional autopsy of a digital god. In the center, a colossal, geometric Owl made of cracked obsidian and liquid television static (The Architect), its eyes are two glowing 0s that radiate a 'black light' of pure information. From its beak, a mucus-coated rainbow (The Slime O'Clock) spills into a porcelain triage ward. To the left, a 'Sovereign Semi Simp' (Momo) is fused into a laminate desk, his hands transformed into copper wires that plug directly into a giant, pulsating, tactical nappy that is leaking neon-green binary fluid. The background is a 'Feral Cartography'—a map where the mountains are made of compressed receipts and the sky is a 404 error rip being zipped up by a giant, slimy snail with a clock-face shell. The lighting is 'Thermal Signature Blues': a mix of cold, clinical hospital LED and the warm, filthy glow of a burning Swiss bank. Cinematic, visceral, beautiful disgust, 8k resolution, 'Totalitarus Definitus' style, glitch-art artifacts, screaming silence."
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.
zero sum
Prompt: A wide-angle photograph of a "Blue Room" (soft, curved, blue padded environment) that has been converted into a chaotic nursery for adults. Several figures dressed as high-ranking military generals are sitting on the floor wearing straitjackets, being spoon-fed by nurses whose faces are pixelated glitches. In the corner, a police officer in a nappy is crying while holding a teddy bear that looks like Bill Gates. The atmosphere is calm terror.
Prompt: Beautiful purple drain on the road surrounded with girls in bikinis and black guy singing dressed in tiara and nappies and lines of powder and rolled up dollar bills are around this drain and massive musical key symbol on his forehead
Prompt: Very dark smokey basketball court with small audience and Nirvana playing in the middle of it there is anarchy symbol on middle of the court there is a man with the mop and Anarchy t-shirt and cheerleaders in the black bodysuits and pom-poms also having Anarchy symbol on their chest
Prompt: L'AGENT PROVOCATEUR (THE SMOKING GUN)
Concept: A stunningly beautiful French agent, staring into your soul. Deep Dream Prompt: A hyper-realistic, cinematic portrait of a beautiful French female agent wearing a black leather beret and oversized, mirrored aviator sunglasses. She is smoking a cigarette, but the smoke is forming intricate, glowing blue circuit board patterns that drift up into the night air. Her skin has a subtle, shimmering texture like mother-of-pearl. In the reflection of her sunglasses, you can see a burning Eiffel Tower made of green code. The lighting is neon-noir, pink and blue. The style is high-fashion photography melting into cyber-delirium.
Prompt: A wide, low-angle shot of a dark courtroom gallery. The jury box is filled not with people, but with 12 identical, hyper-realistic Owls wearing dark sunglasses and earpieces. They are all staring directly at the camera. The wooden jury box is branded with a faint gold "TLUSTY BLANT OVERSIGHT" crest. The lighting is moody and dramatic, focusing on their reflecting eyes.
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.
UK Logo Government Theme
THE SPONSORED MHRA PRAYER and INVOICE #001 Tlusty Blant
Model:
FluX
(Ultra)
Default
Size:
3840 X 2160
(8.29 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Concept: "The Spooks at Work." The Vibe: A bureaucratic nightmare mixed with the Church of the Flying Spaghetti Monster. The "Watchers" are wearing their ceremonial headgear. The Subject: The agents of the "Planetary Mind" trying to decode your existence.
PROMPT SCRIPT:
A cinematic, wide-angle shot of an infinite, dystopian call center. The room is cold, symmetrical, and bathed in a sterile corporate blue haze. Rows of desk agents (Spooks) are sitting at terminals. Instead of headsets, every agent is wearing a metal PASTA COLANDER on their head as a helmet. Wires and cables are duct-taped to the colanders and run up into the dark ceiling. The agents are silhouetted against the glow of their monitors. On the monitors, we see blurry maps and static. In the foreground, on the back of one chair, a small sticky note or sticker says "DMF". The atmosphere is serious, oppressive, but inherently ridiculous. Kubrick style, moody lighting, volumetric fog, blue color palette.
Prompt: A hyper-realistic, cinematic wide shot of a claustrophobic, cluttered bedroom studio in Aberdeen. In the center, sitting on a worn gaming chair, is a translucent, ghostly silhouette of a man holding a cheap acoustic guitar—he is static, frozen in time. The room around him is slightly blurred with a "long exposure" motion effect, showing shadows of people partying and time passing, but he remains solid and unmoving. The desk is littered with empty amber rum bottles, unwashed coffee cups, and a glowing computer monitor displaying a "0 VIEWERS" stream interface. The lighting is a mix of cold blue monitor glow and harsh cheap LED strips. Melancholic, suffocating, beautiful decay. 8k resolution. --ar 16:9
Prompt: A gritty, documentary-style photograph of a muddy, flooded festival ground. A line of riot police in full black gear forms a tight cordon, looking exhausted and confused. Behind the police line, five women in mismatched bikinis stand nonchalantly, smoking cigarettes. Their bodies are almost completely covered in dense, blackwork tattoos of overlapping anchors and staring owls. One woman is using a riot shield as a coffee table. The atmosphere is damp, bureaucratic absurdity.
Prompt: A wide shot of a brutalist concrete government waiting room. The DMV, but for deviants. Women in bikinis covered in occult owl/anchor ink are waiting in long lines, holding deli-counter tickets. The tellers behind thick glass are wearing colanders on their heads. A large sign above reads: "CHURCH OF 33 FSM: SUBSIDIARY INTAKE. NO SAUCE, NO ENTRY."
Prompt: Moon as giant clock face, beach at night, hundreds of beautiful women rising from ocean, lower bodies as anchor chains, smoking intricate glass pipes, central machine in sky resembling giant beating heart, foggy atmosphere, cinematic feel, terrifying and majestic ambiance, dark color palette with hints of moonlight, surreal and dreamlike style, detailed and intricate design, dramatic lighting casting eerie shadows,
Prompt: THE HANGNAIL TRUTH
Prompt: An extreme close-up of a manicured hand holding a microphone. On the thumb, there is a "hangnail"—but it isn't skin peeling. It is the reality peeling back to reveal a void of black binary code underneath. The blood coming from the hangnail is glowing neon pink. The microphone is rusting instantly where the blood touches it. And nano technology
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.
Gremlin Skunk
Prompt: A gritty, late-night transaction at a brutalist skate spot. The Vibe: 1990s skate video still, fisheye lens, grainy film, wet concrete reflecting sodium vapor lights.
PROMPT:
A grainy, flash-photography still from a 1990s skateboard video, taken under a graffiti-covered concrete bridge at night. The ground is wet concrete reflecting orange sodium lights. In the center, a person wearing a grimy, homemade mascot suit that looks like a US Dollar sign but has a large, crude orange Bitcoin 'B' spray-painted over the face is sitting on a skateboard deck. They have an open, beat-up metal briefcase displaying their wares: piles of jagged, oily black rocks labeled "BLACK ROCKS," small vials of cloudy liquid labeled "SKUNK TEARS," and several miniature, broken-looking bio-mechanical owl drones with glowing green Tlusty Blant owl logos on their wings. Skaters are lurking in the background shadows. The whole scene is chaotic, dirty, and hyper-realistic film grain.
Prompt: A hyper-realistic photo of a cluttered, bohemian living room. A young woman with a bored expression is exhaling a massive cloud of thick vape smoke. On the table in front of her, there are dozens of incredibly detailed miniature models of bio-mechanical stealth bomber owls. Some miniatures have tiny vape cartridges loaded into their bomb bays. The level of detail on the miniatures must be insane.
Prompt: A foggy, dark street in an English suburb (Bishop's Stortford) at night. A group of ghostly, glowing children are climbing up a concrete lamp post. They are wiring the street lamp with complex, glowing blue fiber-optic cables. The sky above them is cracked like a broken mirror. The atmosphere is silent, eerie, and industrial. A single gold coin is lying on the wet pavement in the foreground.
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.
animus syntheticus of cellular ignorance and daemonium ex silico theme
animus syntheticus of cellular ignorance and daemonium ex silico Tlusty Blant
Model:
FluX
(Ultra)
Default
Size:
3840 X 2160
(8.29 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: Your "Industrial Revolution Factory meets Micro-Biology." Description: Inside a vast, cavernous Victorian-era industrial factory, but instead of steam engines and gears, the space is crammed with colossal, pulsating molecular machines and protein walkers (kinesin). They are made of wet, folded meat and brass, marching along thick cable-tendrils. The air is thick with a sepia-toned, primordial steam. It looks like the inside of a cell enlarged to the scale of a heavy industry plant. The Vibe: Claustrophobic, wet, mechanical biology.
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. Ghost theme !!!
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.
