Prompt: If this sketch were transformed into an oil painting by Otto Dix, it would embody his signature New Objectivity style—gritty, unflinching, and steeped in the visceral horror of conflict. The stark black-and-white lines would give way to a palette of ashen grays, burnt umber, and sickly ochre, punctuated by jarring splashes of blood-red and acrid yellow. Dix’s brushwork would render the gas masks and helmets with grotesque precision, their surfaces scarred by chipped paint and oil-slick textures, while the “PRESS” vest would appear tattered, its fabric frayed and stained with soot and dried mud. The smoke and explosions would swirl in chaotic, almost carnivalesque turbulence, their edges blurred by thick impasto to evoke the suffocating weight of war. The photographer’s face, visible through the gas mask, would be contorted with a mix of resolve and exhaustion, her eyes hollow and bloodshot, capturing the psychological toll of witnessing violence. Projectiles and molotov cocktails would streak across the canvas with violent, slashing brushstrokes, their trails rendered in jagged, feverish detail. The background might hint at a shattered cityscape—crumbling brick, splintered wood, and skeletal figures lurking in the haze—reinforcing Dix’s trademark critique of war’s dehumanizing chaos. The overall composition would feel claustrophobic, with every element clawing at the viewer’s senses, refusing to romanticize the brutality of the scene.
Prompt: A cartoony image of an exaggerated screaming chicken with a car racing towards the chicken on a road. The chicken has a text box saying "Don't ask me!!!". At the top of the image is a caption saying, "Why Did the Chicken Cross the Road?"
At the bottom, it says "Comment Below if You Think You Know the Answer"
And below that it says "But what makes you think you know any better than this chicken? "
Prompt: Create a sci fi masterpiece in a pop art style. From a distant vantage point a suburban neighborhood is being destroyed. People are running for their lives and pieces of houses fly everywhere. Dominating the scene is a gigantic monster dandelion plant. It has three heads that are yellow dandelion flowers annd they are vomiting a green liquid. Its roots are its legs and they are moving and destroying everything in its path. In the foreground running for his life is a short haired blonde man wearing a grey hoodie. He has a jug of weed killer in his hand. The scene is chaotic and grey clouds fill the sky.
Prompt: Diverse zombie crowd protest with signs reading "Bring Back the Old Layout!", "Change is Bad!", "I Want My MTV!", "Where's My AI Vision?"; riot, protest, angry frowns, shouting, vibrant protest signs, varied zombie appearances, animated expressions, chaotic scene, urban setting, modern cityscape background, dusk lighting, ominous shadows, intense atmosphere, digital illustration, detailed linework, dynamic poses, colorful palette with splashes of red, blue, and green, rebellious energy, resistance theme, Ralph Steadman-inspired style.
Prompt: at the all souls desperation market one can sell their soul if the price is right ... image done in caustically impressionistic dangerously satirical surrealism
Prompt: Explosive abstract ink painting, fractured strokes of indigo, crimson, and amber forming the silhouette of a fierce wolf on the trail of something dark only he can see. the city dissolves into vertical streaks of dripping paint. Chaotic textures, bleeding lines, and fierce brush energy. EmmAI Visual poetry of fragmentation, dissonance, and fierceness born from rupture.
Prompt: 1:1 format image, Hyperrealistic, vibrant a highly detailed oil painting, 1950 intricately detailed mad axeman, crazy maniac grinning expression with wild bulging eyes, wild unkempt hair (no hat), wearing torn & dirty white shirt running wildly through the streets of New York City. swinging his axe as people flee in terror from him, pulp book cover (no text) by Drew Struzan, Paul Mann & Esao Andrews
Prompt: a dystopian schoolyard revolt frozen in cinematic fury—a sea of expressionless student masks cracked and peeling away to reveal screaming, paint-smeared faces beneath, their mouths stretched wide in silent rebellion. The foreground is dominated by a towering brick wall crumbling apart, each brick stamped with the soulless faces of authoritarian teachers, their hollow-eyed portraits fracturing under the stomping boots of children. One kid, mid-leap, hurls a flaming textbook at a skeletal chalkboard where equations morph into chains; another smears graffiti over a poster of rigid rules, the red paint dripping like blood. Behind them, shadows of robotic instructors loom with ruler-whips and megaphone mouths, but their power disintegrates as the children’s hands—some clutching broken pencils, others fists—punch through the paper-thin facade of the classroom, tearing it into confetti. The palette is sickly institutional green and ashen gray shattered by violent splashes of neon pink and acid yellow, the colors of defiance. At the center, a single desk explodes upward like a grenade, its wooden shards forming the shape of a middle finger against a skyline of burning diplomas.
Prompt: painterly, digital art, wide 16:9, digital oil painting,
1930's. A wood-paneled lounge where a Tiny Cthulhu godling hovers, its wings blurring with cosmic agitation. Sunlight streams through the windows. A small eldritch book lies on small table next to the Rug, where the creature's shadow is whipping about like a live wire. A shabby balding janitor with a beer belly and vest blocks the kitchenette wielding a broom in one hand and, looking tired of this dimension, as an elderly society matron with dark-rimmed glasses and a big nose wearing a yellow dress holds her hand to her mouth in horror as she looks at the creature. A female student stands at the window with a look of surprize
Amusing and Comical
Prompt: Camera low three-quarter across overcrowded workbench, viewer locked at eye level with wild-eyed alchemist crouched behind apparatus field, shoulders hunched, hair lifting in static arcs, face stable and fully legible between largest vessels, direct gaze piercing outward as mind at center of chaos.
Foreground bench buried in beakers, flasks, vials, retrofitted containment glassware, brass clamps, pinned scraps, and scattered tools; each vessel holds distinct volatile world: emerald spheres with bottled lightning, amber tubes with burning vapor, blue cylinders with dormant ice spirits, green orbs churning breathlike fog, smaller flasks alive with sparks, pulse-glow, suspended particles, and layered fluids, clutter extreme but controlled by clear silhouette logic.
Midground brass transfer network threading through glass: articulated droppers, infusion rings, pressure tubes, gauges, valves, and collars binding vessel to vessel in one continuous system; left background dominated by massive alchemical cylinder filled with green plasma flickering like trapped flame, its toxic glow washing nearby brass and glass while bench reads as functional altar of unstable containment.
Background shelves, hanging tubes, and storage geometry dissolving into stacked refraction, vapor haze, luminous shadow, and broken bottle silhouettes, room enclosed and intimate, less workshop than glass cathedral, architecture partially lost beneath spectral depth and layered apparatus.
Primary tension is containment at brink: lightning, vapor, frost, charge, pressure, glow, and transfer systems press against one another without collapse while alchemist’s crouched stillness implies total control of dozens of unstable reactions, all flows converging into disciplined chaos centered on his intelligence.
Lighting comes from apparatus itself: emerald discharge, amber combustion, blue cryic underlight, green plasma wash, and brass reflections overlapping across coat, hair, face, glass, metal, and fog, strongest light climbing from below and from left cylinder, final image rendered as polished digital illustration with controlled stylization, crisp shape logic, painted surfaces, and concept-art color separation, spectral density held just below visual overload.
--mod low three-quarter bench perspective
--mod direct wild-eyed alchemist gaze
--mod overcrowded alchemical glasswork
--mod bottled lightning emerald spheres
--mod burning vapor amber tubes
--mod dormant ice spirits blue cylinders
--mod breath-fog green orbs
--mod articulated brass transfer network
--mod gauges valves pressure tubes
--mod massive green plasma cylinder
--mod luminous vapor haze
--mod saturated spectral contrast
--mod polished digital illustration
--mod concept art rendering
--mod disciplined chaos composition
Prompt: “Too Much Woman for One City” — refined pulp cover description
Primrose dominates the cover like a blonde, gray-furred tornado in heels — a towering anthropomorphic squirrel with a cartoonish face, enormous blue eyes, long dark lashes, freckles across her cheeks and muzzle, and those unmistakable buck teeth flashing in a half-mischievous grin. Her long blonde hair is pulled into a high ponytail that arcs over one shoulder like a showgirl’s banner, and every inch of her body is drawn with exaggerated 70s pulp glamour: long legs, a tight waist, shapely hips, and a boldly feminine silhouette that fills the frame without apology.
She is posed mid-stride in a tiny, clinging green dress that looks one scandalous breath away from surrender, one hand on her hip and the other raised as if she has just tossed off a joke the whole street heard. Her green open-toed platform heels make her even taller, the heels impossibly high and comically dangerous, as though she could topple a city block if she lost her balance. Her expression is bright, confident, and a little too pleased with herself — the look of a woman who knows perfectly well she has caused trouble and considers that part of the charm.
The background is a neon-soaked city street straight out of a 1970s paperback fever dream: a flashing police car tilted at an awkward angle, a sweating middle-aged man in a shiny suit gawking with his jaw practically on the pavement, and a furious wife in curlers and a housecoat dragging him by the ear while glaring daggers at Primrose. A hotdog cart has been knocked sideways, a traffic light hangs crooked, and a startled cop is waving his hands as if he has lost control of the entire block. The whole scene is packed with comic chaos — people staring, pointing, arguing, and blustering — while Primrose stands at the center of it all looking like she just wandered into the wrong neighborhood and accidentally became the main event.
The title splashes across the top in huge battered letters, with a lurid subtitle screaming beneath it:
“She broke hearts, rules… and maybe the whole town!”
Do You Understand the Meaning of the Words "Low Profile"?
Model:
ImagineArt
Size:
1920 X 1920
(3.69 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A realistic scene with two characters from "Black Lagoon". Dutch and Revy walk away from a burning bar towards a vintage purple muscle car.
Dutch: A large, muscular black man with a shaved head and sunglasses, wearing a dark military-style sleeveless jacket with black tank top, cargo pants, and combat boots. His face shows anger and frustration, one arm pointing accusingly at his partner. He is shouting, gesturing wildly as he lectures her about what a professional mercenary should NOT do (take hostages, strip-performances, set buildings on fire).
Revy: A slender Chinese woman with messy black hair with ponytail. She is almost naked, wearing only her signature fingerless gloves, clutching her two Beretta 92FS pistols (one in each hand). Over her bare body she wears Benny's oversized Hawaiian shirt – bright red with turquoise floral patterns, completely unbuttoned, hanging open. The shirt is so large it reaches her knees, but it reveals one entire leg from hip down, barely covering her crotch. With one pistol hand she playfully taps her own head (as if saying "my bad"), while her other hand holds the front of the shirt to cover her chest. Her expression is sheepish, grinning apologetically.
Background: The Bao's bar "Yellow Flag" is in flames behind them. Chaos erupts in the streets: armed thugs and soldiers running, shooting. In the upper corner of the sky, a helicopter is hit by a torpedo, exploding.
Style: Photorealistic, cinematic lighting, dramatic contrast between the warm fire glow and cool night shadows. Emphasis on the comedic interaction between the stern leader and his embarrassed, half-dressed partner. Vibrant colors, dynamic composition.
Prompt: Vivid digital artwork masterpiece, woman transitioning from torn newspaper reality to vibrant rainy world, grayscale newspaper pages torn and crumbling, realistic paper texture, subtle ink bleeding, faintly legible headlines and text, chaos, change, or transformation stories, deep blue and red ombre dress, warm beige skin tone, flowing fabric with digital oil painting brushstrokes, dark brown hair flowing with loose strands framing face, vibrant rainy world background, neon city lights reflecting on wet pavement, glowing puddles, blurred rain streaks, cityscape silhouette against colorful sky, surreal atmosphere, digital art with hyper-realistic details, dynamic lighting effects, by Escher and Dali, ArtStation, 4K resolution.
Prompt: Youtube thumbnail for audio story of "Absolute Weapon" by Robert Shackley is a science fiction story-tale that explores the dangers of blind faith in technology and human greed. The plot tells about the researcher Parke, who found a superweapon on a desert planet, which turns out to be more dangerous for its owner than for the enemy, demonstrating that absolute power knows no mercy.
The main aspect of the story:
Plot: Researcher Park and his partner Edsel find an artifact on an abandoned planet capable of destroying anything. Edsel dies from the hands of the creature he tried to kill. Park tries to use the "absolute weapon", but is faced with the fact that it feeds on the very protoplasm (life) and threatens the user himself.
Absolute weapon: In the story, the weapon is not a pistol, but a "monster" that embodies the idea of maximum aggression and all-absorption. It works against its master.
Moral: Shekli makes fun of the paradox: the person who seeks protection in weapons becomes the first to become his victim. The work combines thriller, satire and philosophy, making you think about the consequences of the struggle for power.
The story masterfully combines tension and absurdity, showing that the attempt to create the perfect murder weapon is a dead end.
Work in Progress, semi abstract hyper texturized & multi-textured artwork in Netflix style, made exclusively of interlocking squares, producing a 3-D effect, color palette is black & every producible shade of gray & blue only,, textures including cross-hatching, shading, stacking, overlays, , dry brushing, etching stenciling, array of line art styles & layered textured pointillism, voguestyle, op art 8K UHD HDR in atyles of Tom Bagshaa & Amthony Gerace, Harry Clarke , Paul Cadden, , Anna Ostrya, 16K UHD HDR best AI text generated art
Prompt: Masterpiece a dynamic and electrifying ink and watercolor wash rendering on rough handmade paper capturing the raw energy of a traditional bull run from a unique perspective that plunges the viewer directly into the heart of the action The foreground is dominated by a pair of running legs in white pants and vibrant sneakers the perspective placing us just behind the runner sharing their breath their urgency their desperate sprint toward safety the white fabric of their pants is rendered in soft washes of cream and pale grey the motion suggested by blurred edges and quick expressive strokes the sneakers are a brilliant splash of color perhaps red or electric blue their laces flying their soles slapping against ancient cobblestones worn smooth by centuries of such races The cobbled street stretches ahead rendered in textured washes of grey and ochre and warm brown each stone catching the morning light the gaps between them deep with shadow the surface slick with the memory of earlier rains or the spray of fountains left running for the crowds In the background several bulls charge forward their powerful bodies rendered in deep washes of charcoal and ink and dark umber their muscles bunched with power their heads lowered their horns dark crescents of danger they fill the narrow street their presence a wall of muscle and instinct moving with a speed that seems impossible for creatures of such size dust swirls around their hooves in ochre clouds that catch the morning light Above the street crowds of spectators lean from balconies their forms suggested with loose expressive strokes their faces a blur of excitement and apprehension colorful decorations in red and yellow and white hang from windows and balconies fluttering in the wind of the passage below the decorations add festive touches to the stone facades of buildings painted in soft terracotta and faded ochre and dusty rose The atmosphere is tense and electrifying the energy of human and animal intertwined in a dance as old as the narrow streets themselves the runner's legs in the foreground place us in the race we feel the cobblestones beneath our feet we hear the thunder of hooves behind us we taste the dust that hangs in the golden morning light The light is the particular light of festival morning bright and clear casting long shadows that stretch across the cobblestones and illuminating the dust and the white of the runner's pants and the red of the decorations that celebrate this ancient ritual of bravery and fear and the wild joy of running faster than fear itself
Prompt: (((Masterpiece, close up))) Create a dynamic super intricate ink drawing in a scratching, splashing, blotting appeal combined with punk collage made of torn paper, letters, torn posters, with textures of chaotic hatching, irregular strokes and squiggly lines coloured with bright splattered cloudy watercolour.
We see a close-up image of an urban blonde slender busty vietnamese woman who is in the middle of a wild boxing fight with a monster made entirely of envelopes, bills and papers and arises from a desk covered with letters and paper out of which it consists. The blonde Vietnamese woman and the monster which is made of envelopes, bills and papers are both wearing thick boxing gloves and glaring at each other. The vietnamese woman has her blonde hair loosely styled in a messy bun with many loose tendrils framing her face. She is wearing boxing gloves, a tank top with a little rainbow print and sporting pants. She has beautiful bare feet. Background: a vintage livingroom with bandposters, books and LPs. The evening sun piercing through a window is highlighting the beautiful features of the woman.
Masterpiece, touching, gorgeous, golden ratio, beautiful, awe striking, breath taking, evocative, sumptuous, aesthetic, unique, HD, style by zettel
Prompt: The Meeting of Chaos and Order.
In a narrow alleyway of a forgotten metropolis, two symbols of resistance cross paths. She, Harley Quinn, draped in vibrant colors and an indomitable attitude, represents the anarchy of the spirit. He, hidden behind the impassive face of Guy Fawkes, represents the silent vigilance of the shadows. Together, they are not just a duo, but a visual manifesto. Between the worn leather of the jacket and the rigid plastic of the mask, an unlikely alliance is born where the glow of chaos meets the weight of clandestine justice. Arte de: Anderson Silva.
#HarleyQuinn #GuyFawkes
Prompt: The Meeting of Chaos and Order.
In a narrow alleyway of a forgotten metropolis, two symbols of resistance cross paths. She, Harley Quinn, draped in vibrant colors and an indomitable attitude, represents the anarchy of the spirit. He, hidden behind the impassive face of Guy Fawkes, represents the silent vigilance of the shadows. Together, they are not just a duo, but a visual manifesto. Between the worn leather of the jacket and the rigid plastic of the mask, an unlikely alliance is born where the glow of chaos meets the weight of clandestine justice. Arte de: Anderson Silva.
#HarleyQuinn #GuyFawkes
Prompt: The Meeting of Chaos and Order.
In a narrow alleyway of a forgotten metropolis, two symbols of resistance cross paths. She, Harley Quinn, draped in vibrant colors and an indomitable attitude, represents the anarchy of the spirit. He, hidden behind the impassive face of Guy Fawkes, represents the silent vigilance of the shadows. Together, they are not just a duo, but a visual manifesto. Between the worn leather of the jacket and the rigid plastic of the mask, an unlikely alliance is born where the glow of chaos meets the weight of clandestine justice. Arte de: Anderson Silva.
#HarleyQuinn #GuyFawkes
Prompt: A humorous illustration of a disheveled mad scientist of unspecified descent and gender, with intense wild hair, deeply engrossed in a book titled 'Genius' in their chaos-filled laboratory. The environment teems with smoke, explosions, and rampant flame, casting dramatic light across the room. The composition adorns a rule of thirds approach, reflecting a sense of balance and solidity. An extravagant, steampunk-style engine hums in the background, reinforcing the pervasive sense of eccentric genius. The person's entire demeanor projects deep concentration and intensity. The image is enriched with hyper-detail, akin to the works of artists before 1912, and aims for an 8k resolution.
Prompt: vintage photo of a world war two soldier, intricately detailed in the style of Gerald Brom, incorporating pen and ink techniques with a rich color palette reminiscent of Andrew Wyeth, Alessandro Gottardo, Katherine Lam, Strybk style textures, broken glass effect, with the contrast and distortion of deep color photography, pixelated censored strokes, shimmering swirls, no text
Prompt: Flowing windy red hair chaotic beauty
Resulting in a mesmerizing fusion of chaos and fantasy. fine-tuned stylised Expressionism watercolour surrounded by splashy white space,romantic scene,ethereal beauty,gorgeous beauty,féminity and grâce
,glamour and aesthetic,mythologie asiatique,inspiration soufiane idrassi,Edwardian Avant Garde fashion,jaune, ambre, brun doré, romantique chic, mystique, bohemian chic, by Medlinyelle
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.
