Portrait of a beautiful red fox in the forest, phantasie
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Artistic 2
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1152 X 896
(1.03 MP)
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Prompt: Full body portrait of the most beautiful magical mysterious sleeping red fox, ever surrender by a magical forest with birch trees and extremely clouds on a starry night in the style of van Gogh Arthur Rackham and Brian Froud and Klee and Rothko
Landscape, farm house, stormy clouds, sunshine, wildflowers, art van Gogh
Model:
Artistic 2
Size:
1152 X 896
(1.03 MP)
Used settings:
Prompt: A doodling style farm landscape. Uses a continuous line of ink pen and watercolor stormy clouds, kurved sand path, little wildflower, sunlit, sunshine, sunrise, postbox on the way, art van Gogh
Prompt: Frivolous joy
She dances in the morning sunshine, carefree,
Hair blown by the wind, swirls like golden strands.
Her laughter is a melody, which echoes with her,
Joyful steps leave a trace in the summer mist.
In a dress as light as a breath of summer wind,
She runs through the meadow, enjoying every moment.
She knows no boundaries, her heart beats to the rhythm of life,
The world for her is a dance, full of color and brilliance.
Her eyes shine like stars in the night silence,
Everything is new, in every corner a discovery.
Joy burns in her like the fire of youth,
Frivolous, full of hope, in the midst of dreams she walks.
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Prompt: A red-haired girl among fields wide,
With pigtails sticking up at her sides,
In colourful stockings that laugh with fate,
In a mini-skirt, sewn on easily with a square voice.
By the haystack, with sling in hand,
Pipi stands, with a smile on her thin lips.
Freckled face, full of playful power,
The world belongs to her, for she has the gleam of night in her eyes.
Oversized shoes, from mud and adventures written,
They step proudly, in a dance in fields unknown.
In the background the forest, the mill, and the wind whispers softly to her,
‘Pipi, girl, your spirit is like an echo.’
She knows no fear, no boredom of the day,
Pipi knows that freedom is her game.
Prompt: A red-haired girl among fields wide,
With pigtails sticking up at her sides,
In colourful stockings that laugh with fate,
In a mini-skirt, sewn on easily with a square voice.
By the haystack, with sling in hand,
Pipi stands, with a smile on her thin lips.
Freckled face, full of playful power,
The world belongs to her, for she has the gleam of night in her eyes.
Oversized shoes, from mud and adventures written,
They step proudly, in a dance in fields unknown.
In the background the forest, the mill, and the wind whispers softly to her,
‘Pipi, girl, your spirit is like an echo.’
She knows no fear, no boredom of the day,
Pipi knows that freedom is her game.
Prompt: A red-haired very old woman among the wide fields,
With pigtails standing out at the sides,
In colorful stockings that laugh at fate,
In a mini-skirt, sewn with an easy square voice.
By the haystack, rose in hand,
Pipi stands, with a smile on thin lips.
Freckled face, full of playful strength,
The world belongs to her, as she has a glimmer of night in her eyes.
Oversized shoes, from mud and adventures written,
They step proudly, in a dance across fields unknown.
In the background, the forest, the mill and the wind quietly whispers to her,
“Pipi, girl, your spirit is like an echo.”
She knows no fear, she knows no boredom of the day,
Pipi knows that freedom is her game.
Qqpin
Prompt: On a summer morning as the rain falls quietly,
A golden android woman sits in the arms of a man.
Her eyes like the sky, blue and clear,
They stare deeply, golden sparks in their gaze.
Warm raindrops run down her face,
The world around falls silent, in whispers of dreams.
A sweet smile lifts the corners of their lips,
Time has stopped, it's a loving taste.
Their hands entwined, in tenderness they tremble,
Each whisper is a secret, what only he knows.
In the light of the morning, in the rain's gentle glow,
They dream of the future, in the everlasting scent of them.
Golden android, in love's warmth,
Amidst the raindrops, in this moment of dumbness.
Together they whisper dreams, in this morning's silence,
Happiness envelops them, as the rain descends on them.
Prompt: A drop of rain runs down the petals of a rose,
Gentle as a woman's hand in a moment of sensuality,
Tenderness permeates every movement and glance,
And desire creeps in quietly, like the night wind.
A rose blooms, like a heart that longs for touch,
And a woman's laughter sounds, like a melody of joy.
In her eyes flash - it's fire, it's intimacy,
Every gesture is a dance of love, full of beauty.
The rain paints tiny drops on her skin,
Cool, but warm in the feelings it awakens,
A woman, like a flower, in the fullness of her radiance,
Laughs, lighting up the sky with her gaze.
Desire is a whisper, which is born in the rain,
Beauty is dew, which on the lips will stop,
Joy, intimacy, sensuality - all in it,
As in a rose, which in the rain blooms quietly.
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Prompt: When the time comes and you look back.
What will you see, what will your soul focus on.
Depression, despair, fear, Your brother will be.
Conscience like a fire burns, it forces you to settle accounts.
Perhaps joy, love Your sister beloved.
Will soothe the energy that is deposited in the heart.
Maybe the feeling hot as lava?
Snatched by the wind light as a feather compassion.
Prompt: Colors of Feelings
Love is a red glow, like embers in the heart burning,
Wraps you in warmth when the quiet evening comes.
Joy is the colors of the sun, in golden rays,
It dances in the wind, laughing in the footsteps of the shadow.
Beauty with blue blossoms in calm eyes,
Like a cloudless sky, which surrounds my soul.
A woman with a green leaf, what with the wind swirls,
Full of life and strength, her mystery enchants.
The leaf falls in the brown of autumn, in a warm breeze,
The wind carries it away, whispering of past existence.
Colors intertwine in the soul, creating harmony,
Feelings colorful reflections in the heart will stay for eternity.
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Prompt: Do you perhaps have a handful of time?
Mine has slipped through my fingers.
I stand and think how little of it I have left.
How much more I could do.
A pinch or two would perhaps be enough.
The less of it left, the faster it runs away.
It chases madly without rest.
And when the last second flies by....
Prompt: Retrospection of memories, everyone has it,
Some warm, others we'd like to lose.
Conscience, like lightning, which illuminates them,
Slides of life on the canvas of the soul drawn.
Most of them are already fog, but still alive,
A slide captured in space-time.
Only feelings remain, like old black and white clichés,
Through the memory projector played over and over again.
And among them that love, long lost,
Like the warmth of hands, which is long gone.
The longing in the heart, which will never be extinguished,
Because the echo of memories still carries it in a whisper.
Prompt: A crystal clear lady, water or rain.
On the bank of a river she gazes into the depths.
The sun reflected with a thousand reflections.
From a soul as sweet as a rose flower.
On the bend of a wild river.
She will swim and forget like sisters.
How beautiful and simple this world is.
Fallen from the sky, a pure gift.
Pity it is temporary and fleeting.
Prompt: Purple, red, blue.
A young flower can be a magic rose.
Golden, beige, light brown.
It's desert sand glazed in the sun.
Black, white, yellow.
It's a flying peregrine falcon.
Orange, blue, grey.
It's the sun in the sky among the clouds.
Green, brown, emerald.
A mirage or perhaps an oasis?
Prompt: Stupidity raised to the power.
Cook up a pinch of irony.
Top it off with joy.
Smash stoicism to a pulp.
No regrets and add curiosity.
Cover with patience and wait.
Inject love under pressure.
And to the sharpness add excitement.
Prompt: A man hangs over a precipice held by his hand.
By the woman whose heart you broke.
When her fingers loosen, you fall into the abyss.
Words will no longer help, for she is ready.
The weight of your guilt will decide everything.
Whether she will give you a chance or lower you into darkness.
The terror in your eyes.
No longer moves her.
Prompt: What brings greater joy, Giving or taking? Is it to enjoy a moment of my own delight, Or to give joy to others, unexpectedly?
It is beautiful to receive a gift, But I see greater beauty in the smile of a loved being, When it is I who can bring them happiness, Than to reap only for myself.
As I ponder more deeply, How gray would my life be, without splendor, If I only chased my own pleasures, Without giving joy to others in gratitude, Without grace.
That's why I prefer to look into Your eyes, When they sparkle with joy, beaming like an aurora, For it is in Your happiness that I find The purest source of my happiness, my Love.
Prompt: A golden earring lost in the mundane of life,
A piece of metal, though joy hidden in it.
But it's only a glimmer of openwork, momentary,
Not like love, which lives in the heart, immeasurable.
Come here to me, I will share the feeling,
I'll wrap you in my dreams, with warm, sweet emotion.
I will kiss your eyes and lips gently,
I'll banish the sadness that's written in your heart.
I don't want to see tears on your cheeks anymore,
Only a smile that brightens the world.
Bad thoughts of despair will disappear like a shadow,
Stay with me, where love creates our dream.
Prompt: Meeting a Stranger,
I see you in my dreams, beautiful and graceful,
You walk with elegance, lost in thought,
A sweet smile with a mystery hidden in your eyes.
Majestically, you emerge from the mist,
My imagination knows no end,
You pass by, barely aware of my presence,
"What is your name, beautiful being?" I ask in awe.
"Present!" – you reply,
And vanish, leaving me with a dream of you.
Prompt: A woman with an umbrella painted in crayon.
She is walking in the park on an autumn day.
Her golden skin sun-kissed.
And in her soul with a smile a lazy man wakes up.
Memories of a delightful intoxicating night.
Echoes play when you look into her eyes.
She smiles sweetly, sensually.
Because she doesn't remember everything but vaguely.
She listens to the rustling sound the leaves make underfoot.
Prompt: Like splitting atoms.
Bent by the wave of positive ions.
In fractals mystical power.
Protons gigantic speed.
A well of time torn apart by gravity.
A mirror composed of a billion points.
The forces of the universe create something extraordinary.
In a moment you will see something completely new.
These powers take the form of a woman.
She will establish her parity.
A proud beautiful Goddess of chaos.
Your paths of destiny may depend on her.
Prompt: lovely engraving hand colored of an expansive, fantastic view of a whimsical girl and boy playing in tall grass that has insects jumping and birds flying out of the grass, on one side a rabbit pokes it's head out of the grass to see the children playing. by Enric Cristófor Ricart. in the style of Carl Montford, Joanne Price, William Myers, Toexpansive, fantastic viewny Drehfal, Sylvia Pixley, Dutch pure. precision of mark making. fine lines. exquisite and beautiful. original and beautiful work of art filled with pompous decorations.
Prompt: cute mermaid with long wavy red hair with big googley eyes sitting on a rock a seagull in the sea by a beach with seashells, a seagull stands on the rock next to her. Van Gogh, Catrin Welz Stein, Mark Rydan, kids crayon drawing, haunting colors. abstract curves
Prompt: Melting New York City teenage boy, wearing a baseball-hat, a tee-shirt with graffiti on it, baggy jeans and sneakers, jumping while breakdancing, splash art
Prompt: Colorful acrylic pour art in the shape of a standing female model with flowers. very smooth shiny liquid acrylic colors; hyper-realistic, highly detailed, symmetrical image with subsurface scattering, refraction, anisotropic reflections, raytraced ambient occlusion, caustic lighting, and specular reflections on the liquid paint.
Prompt: Create an incredible image in the Anne Geddes art style with 2 cute baby ruby throated hummingbirds sitting on the nest in a lilac bush branch, next to the baby hummingbirds is a broken shell of one egg, as if it had just hatched from the egg. Mother hummingbird in the nest looking calm at the 2 baby hummingbirds. the nest is inside a beautiful flowering lilac branch. A masterpiece, a high-quality photo taken at exactly the right moment for an award-winning photo.
Prompt: papercut, alcohol ink, a scarecrow above a group of pumpkins at his feet in a corn field S<AI in sunshine, a farmhouse in the background a crow flying overhead, and a maple tree in Autumn colors.
Prompt: The old hippie of the Grateful Dead concert, double exposure old hippie's face formed by the Grateful Dead band on stage playing a concert, watercolor by Jean-Baptiste Monge and Yossi Kotler,
Prompt: white batik outlines, vibrant wet watercolor look on silk, Dee Nickerson Style, picturesque English cottages in autumn, huge pumpkins scattered on the ground, fields, plants, twisted trees, ground fog, mist, vibrant colours, dramatic clouds, fantastical surrealistic, colourful, extremely detailed
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Rare Deep Dream: is any dream which went deeper than level 6.
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