#fearsome

Trick-or-Treating Buddy

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 4344 X 2472 (10.74 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: Me and my demon friend wander in the woods at night, harvest moon | horror by Dan Seagrave Burne Hogarth Bernie Wrightson
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 30%)
  • Base image resolution: 1MP
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0

Majestic Serpent at Dusk

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: A brown snake in attack mode in the Australian outback, surrounded by dust and red sand, with a dramatic sunset sky in the background. The snake's scales should be very detailed and its eyes should glow intensely. The overall atmosphere should be intense and threatening, with hints of a post-apocalyptic world. Trending on Artstation and featuring a mix of traditional and digital art techniques.
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Palisade of Confrontation

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 2958 X 1690 (5.00 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: Create an image of a lone figure standing at the edge of a towering cliff or facing a fearsome creature, embodying courage. Highlight the contrast between the imposing challenge and the figure's determined stance, illuminated by a divine light suggesting inner strength and divine presence.
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 5
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Leviathan - Iteration 1

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Leviathan - Iteration 22

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Leviathan - Iteration 12

• Model: MirageMaker

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: I will not fail to speak of Leviathan’s limbs, its strength and its graceful form. Who can strip off its outer coat? Who can penetrate its double coat of armor? Who dares open the doors of its mouth, ringed about with fearsome teeth? Its back has rows of shields tightly sealed together; each is so close to the next that no air can pass between. They are joined fast to one another; they cling together and cannot be parted. Its snorting throws out flashes of light; its eyes are like the rays of dawn. Flames stream from its mouth; sparks of fire shoot out. Smoke pours from its nostrils as from a boiling pot over burning reeds. Its breath sets coals ablaze, and flames dart from its mouth. Strength resides in its neck; dismay goes before it. The folds of its flesh are tightly joined; they are firm and immovable. Its chest is hard as rock, hard as a lower millstone. When it rises up, the mighty are terrified; they retreat before its thrashing. The sword that reaches it has no effect, nor does the spear or the dart or the javelin. Iron it treats like straw and bronze like rotten wood. Arrows do not make it flee; slingstones are like chaff to it. A club seems to it but a piece of straw; it laughs at the rattling of the lance. Its undersides are jagged potsherds, leaving a trail in the mud like a threshing sledge. It makes the depths churn like a boiling caldron and stirs up the sea like a pot of ointment. It leaves a glistening wake behind it; one would think the deep had white hair. Nothing on earth is its equal— a creature without fear. It looks down on all that are haughty; it is king over all that are proud.
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Flaming Fury

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

• Used settings:

  • Prompt: Dead pool male a deadly assassin villain or brings fear to his enemies. Flame background.
  • Face enhance: No
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape