#leviathan

Attaque de la tour géante - Attack of the Hightower

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: Mixed view underwater and on the surface. A gigantic kraken sows panic among an eclectic fleet under a stormy sky, at the foot of a very tall tower. Medieval fantasy scene.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

The leviathan takes shape...

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1643 X 1278 (2.10 MP)

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  • Prompt: the astral leviathan
  • Upscale & Enhance: 2
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The leviathan rises...

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1643 X 1278 (2.10 MP)

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  • Prompt: the leviathan defends its territory
  • Upscale & Enhance: 2
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Leviathan - Iteration 1

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • 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.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Leviathan - Iteration 22

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • 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.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Phase One XF IQ4 150MP gargantuan punk leviathan

• Model: Stable

• Size: 768 X 768 (0.59 MP)

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  • Prompt: Flamboyant Dariusz Zawadzki pontifical biomechanical Christ-Baphomet, elfenfolk by swashbuckling Tony Sart and Anato Finnstark in cyber style, atomic explosion by Randy Vargas, hallucinogenic ritual by Diego Gisbert Llorens, gargantuan punk leviathan by Johan Grenier, belligerent leprechauns by Bayard Wu, antagonistic lusus naturae by Marc Simonetti, ultrarealistic and exceedingly detailed photography by Phase One XF IQ4 150MP Camera System
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Douay-Rheims Leviathan

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: his teeth are terrible round about. His body is like molten shields, shut close up with scales pressing upon one another. One is joined to another and not so much as any air can come between them: They stick one to another and they hold one another fast, and shall not be separated. His sneezing is like the shining of fire, and his eyes like the eyelids of the morning. Out of his mouth go forth lamps, like torches of lighted fire. Out of his nostrils goeth smoke, like that of a pot heated and boiling. His breath kindleth coals, and a flame cometh forth out of his mouth. In his neck strength shall dwell, and want goeth before his face. The members of his flesh cleave one to another: he shall send lightnings against him, and they shall not be carried to another place. His heart shall be as hard as a stone, and as firm as a smith's anvil. When he shall raise him up, the angels shall fear, and being affrighted shall purify themselves. When a sword
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Canst thou draw out Livyatan with a hook?

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 2958 X 1690 (5.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Gigantic Leviathan emerging from ocean, scales iridescent, reflecting cosmic light, scales detailed like precious gems, serpentine form graceful and powerful, towering waves cascading down, raw energy display, colossal size dwarfs mountains, fantasy creature, mythical beast, digital illustration, high detail, vibrant colors, dynamic lighting, epic scale, by H.R. Giger and Wayne Barlowe, Artstation.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 5
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

ziz, behemoth, and leviathan

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: ziz, behemoth, and leviathan
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Legacy of the Leviathan's Daughter

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: daughter of the Leviathan
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Leviathan

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 1894 X 1109 (2.10 MP)

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  • Prompt: Leviathan floating in cosmos.
  • Using base image: Yes (Effect strength - 60%)
  • Base image resolution: Default
  • Upscale & Enhance: 2

Leviathan - Iteration 12

• Model: MirageMaker

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • 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.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Concrete Leviathan

• Model: Cyberspace (v2)*

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: Moloch Worship
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

A water dragon

• Model: Artistic

• Size: 896 X 704 (0.63 MP)

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  • Prompt: A leviathan jumping out of the water with a dragon shaped body and fury in its eyes
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

The Majesty and Might of the Leviathan

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • 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[b]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.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

Mythical Creatures: Behemoth and Leviathan

• Model: DaVinci2

• Size: 1152 X 864 (1.00 MP)

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  • Prompt: Behemoth, Leviathan, and Zix
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Leviathan

• Model: Artistic 2

• Size: 1152 X 896 (1.03 MP)

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  • Prompt: Create a painting representing a scene from the film Leviathan (2014) The hardest-drinking movie on our list - with some stiff competition - Andrey Zvyagintsev’s anti-Putin polemic is brilliant, ballsy and completely sozzled. Cinematic lighting, intricate details, sharp quality, ultra detailed and hyper realistic 8K Ultra HD art, digital painting, intricate and thoughtful art.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: landscape

Leviathan

• Model: AIVision

• Size: 1024 X 1024 (1.05 MP)

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  • Prompt: Envision an immense, otherworldly ocean that stretches infinitely, its surface shimmering with an ethereal blend of deep blues and silvers under a sky painted with swirling galaxies and nebulae. Rising majestically from the depths, the colossal form of Leviathan dominates the scene, an awe-inspiring fusion of mythic grandeur and primal power. Leviathan’s massive body, covered in scales that reflect a spectrum of iridescent colors, arches out of the water, creating towering waves that cascade down in a breathtaking display of raw energy. Each scale is intricately detailed, gleaming like precious gems under the cosmic light. The creature's serpentine form coils and uncoils with a grace and power that defies comprehension, its sheer size dwarfing even the tallest mountains in the background. Its eyes, twin orbs of blazing gold, shine with an ancient intelligence and an untamed ferocity. As it opens its enormous jaws, rows of glistening, razor-sharp teeth are revealed, and a deep, resonant roar echoes through the heavens, causing the stars to tremble. From its mouth, plumes of steam and fiery breath rise, mingling with the swirling clouds and creating a dramatic interplay of light and shadow.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

The Majestic Power of the Leviathan

• Model: AIVision

• 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[b]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.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square

The Majestic Power of the Leviathan

• Model: AIVision

• 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[b]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.
  • Upscale & Enhance: 0
  • Aspect Ratio: square