CarbonatedDan
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gold and grey, ้ ใใฆใ้ ใใฆใ้ ใใฆใ่ฆใใฆใ ใฏใฟใงใฆใใใใฃใฆใใใชใใฏ็ใฃใฆใ ใใใงใใใใงใใใใงใใใฃใฑใ ใพใฃใใไฝใใใชใใฏใใใใ ใผใใฏใใคใใใชใใๅคฑใใ ใใ ใใชใใฏใใคใใฉใใใธๆถใใใ ใใ ใใใงใใใใงใใใใงใๅคงไธๅคซใ ใชใซใใชใใฃใใใใซ็ฌใใใ ใใใใฎใชใซใ ใงๅใๅใใใฆใใฃใจ ใใใชใใซๆฅฝใใใใฃใฆใใใ ใใใงใใใฃใฑใ๏ทฟใใใใชใใ ใใชใใฎๅฃฐใใใ ใใชใ่ฉฑ ็ใฃใ้ ญใงใใใใ่ใใฆ ไธๅฎใๆฑใใฆ่ใใผใใฆใใใใ ใใ ใใใงใใใใงใใใใงใใใฃใฑใ ใพใฃใใไฝใใใชใใฏใใใใ ใใ ใใฃใจใใฃใจใใใใใฃใจ. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The planet Eyjensul, you are here. A frozen tundra for much of its 250 year orbit around Elias. In the decades closest to the supergiant the planet transforms into a desert. As water is drawn from the sands the planet experiences its only weather. Vast storms surge into existence. And the shifting sands reveal their treasure. You are part of the Salvage Union, the backbone of the abandoned world's sputtering economy. When the tundra begins to stir for a few brief months between frost and storm you will seek your fortune on the long road to Perihelion, the last true city and the only shelter. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
Blurry photo of a young girl riding a huge armored polar bear at midnight. She rides him like a horse, but without reins or saddle, instead clutching tightly to his fur. The camera's flash provides the only light, and we cannot see more than a few meters in the dark. The girl is an inuit, pale but rosy cheeked. She is short and wiry, dressed in ancient leathers. She has dark hair beneath the fur-lined hood. Her clothes are dark leather, dirty and stained. She is looking away from the camera, at something out of shot, and there is an expression of steely determination on her face. She is riding hard, clinging on tightly, her head slightly down, braced against the wind. The bear is enormous, dwarfing the child on his back. He wears crude metal plates strapped to his head and chest. The plates are irregular, each one an individual, angular, charcoal-black sheet of metal. The armour is cracked and dented from battle. The bear's fur is creamy white, visible in the gaps between the plates. His fur is long, thick and shaggy, matted and yellowing with dirt, streaked with moss and dried blood. The bear is charging in the direction the girl is looking, but has turned his head to snarl fiercely at the camera. It is a misty night and very very dark. The sky is black withou. There is thick snow on the ground but it is not snowing. The bear's feet sink into the snow and kick it up behind him as he runs. aidmaimageupgrader
This is a polaroid of The sky above the port was the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel. All the speed he took, all the turns he'd taken and the corners he'd cut in Night City, and still he'd see the matrix in his sleep, bright lattices of logic unfolding across that colorless void. A seamless universe of self. Night City was like a deranged experiment in social Dar- winism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button. His eyes were unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming web of delicate glass spines. And in the bloodlit dark behind his eyes, silver phosphenes boiled in from the edge of space, hypnagogic images jerking past like a film compiled of random frames. Symbols, figures, faces, a blurred, fragmented mandala of visual information. Rain woke him, a slow drizzle, his feet tangled in coils of discarded fiberoptics. The arcade's sea of sound washed over him, receded, returned. Rolling over, he sat up and held his head. Iโm not Wintermute now. So what are you. He drank from the flask, feeling nothing. Iโm the matrix. A man running for his life Cyber, Punk, cyberpunk, near future, busy, ((dirty)), ((Smog)), Near Future, The Sprawl, Skyscrapers, Grey, Black, Pink, Red, White, bustling, criminal, graffiti, disrepair, wealth, squalor, cyberspace, port, harbour, tankers, acid rain, pollution, the fringe aidmaimageupgrader, PLRD, anime
This is a polaroid of a close up of half of a woman's face. She has been heavily augmented with advanced electronics. Behind the woman is an industrial cyberpunk port vista, seen from a dozen stories up. The sky is grey. The port is described like this: The sky above the port was the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel. The woman is dark haired with shining mirrored chrome lenses installed where her eyes should be. She looks like a killer. She looks like a victim. In the bottom right corner of the screen is a timer. The timer is composed of bright red liquid crystal, displaying a count down in 7 segment digital font. Cyber, Punk, cyberpunk, near future, busy, ((dirty)), ((Smog)), Near Future, The Sprawl, Skyscrapers, Grey, Black, Pink, Red, White, bustling, criminal, graffiti, disrepair, wealth, squalor, cyberspace, port, harbour, tankers, acid rain, pollution, the fringe aidmaimageupgrader, PLRD, anime
Polaroid of the golden gate bridge after an apocalypse. The photo is taken from the top of one of the golden gate bridge's towers. The bridge is covered in a dense multistory shanty town made of plywood and corrugated iron. The bridge itself is almost completely obscured by the improvised buildings of the shantytown. it is nighttime, the sky is pitch black. it is raining. The waters of the bay are rolling, angry, white topped, big waves. Chevette felt very strange, seeing this: the concrete tank traps, beyond them the impossible shape of the bridge itself. Atop the nearest cable tower, way up a cube of plywood there. The tendons of the bridge groan all in secret. cyberpunk, anime, aidmaimageupgrader, drkfnts style, anime
Polaroid of Into this wild Abyss, The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed, Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain, His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild Abyss the wary Fiend, Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering her voyage, for no narrow frith, she had to cross. aidmaimageupgrader, PLRD, drkfnts style
Impressionism, DIGITAL PAINTING, FLUORESCENT, GLOW, oil paint style, wet blending, painting depicting a close up of half of a woman's face. She has been heavily augmented with advanced electronics. Behind the woman is Night City, seen from street level. It is midnight and the sky is black. Night City is described like this: Night City is like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button. The woman is dark haired with shining mirrored chrome lenses installed directly into her eyesockets instead of eyes. She looks like a killer. She looks like a victim. Cyber, Punk, cyberpunk, near future, busy, ((dirty)), ((Smog)), Near Future, The Sprawl, Skyscrapers, Grey, Black, Pink, Red, White, bustling, criminal, graffiti, disrepair, wealth, squalor, cyberspace, port, harbour, tankers, acid rain, pollution, the fringe, pink, mauve, cream, navy, sky blue, magenta, crimson, pale yellow, anime
safe_pos, Black and white image dark red blood highlighted. The image depicts a vampire woman in the middle of a killing frenzy. The camera is close to her face and captures a moment of steely determination in the midst of her brutal revenge. Her hair is lank, tussled, and matted with blood. Her mouth is pinched tight and her lips are stained with blood. Blood drips from the corner of her mouth and down her chin. Her high society dress is damaged and torn, showing she has overcome resistance. Her eyes are narrowed, focused on her next target somewhere off behind the camera. The woman is a vampire, an undead fiend, a creature of darkness and terror whose entire existence depends on the consumption of human blood. She is a murderer, a remorseless and powerful killer. She has no interest in men, she does not wish to be beautiful or attractive to men in any way. She is not sexually appealing: she is a cruel and uncaring monster. oil painting, traditional media, realistic, VtmArt, levitating, full body, HOVERING, revelling in power, dangerous, night time, new moon, moonlight, shafts of light,
a humanoid grey cat samurai with long fur and wearing samurai armour, samurai, furry, anthro, bare feet, cat paws, furry human hands, anthro hands, anthro face, grey fur with white patches, cat fur, ((long fur)), (tousled fur), stoic expression, black and gold samurai armour, black and gold o-yoroi, samurai greatsword, odachi sword, large fangs, claws, long fur on cheeks, (fur covered body), furry body, furry face, cat face, fluidartstyle, VtmArt, sketch, c0l0urc0r3, noble, proud, bright colours, dynamic angle, cherry tree background, mt fuji background, cherry blossom, strong, small ears. well defined outlines, sharp claws, defined muscles, shading, shadows, proud stance, hands on hips,
a humanoid grey cat samurai with long fur and wearing samurai armour, samurai, furry, anthro, bare feet, cat paws, furry human hands, anthro hands, anthro face, grey fur with white patches, cat fur, ((long fur)), (tousled fur), stoic expression, black and gold samurai armour, black and gold o-yoroi, samurai greatsword, odachi sword, large fangs, claws, long fur on cheeks, (fur covered body), furry body, furry face, cat face, fluidartstyle, VtmArt, sketch, c0l0urc0r3, noble, proud, bright colours, dynamic angle, cherry tree background, mt fuji background, cherry blossom, strong, small ears. well defined outlines, sharp claws, defined muscles, shading, shadows, proud stance, hands on hips,
ArsMovieStill, 50s Noir Movie Still of a woman in a pleated cocktail dress performing a stunning pirouette and staring unsmiling at the camera as her skirt spins out. The woman's hair spills out behind her. Black and white. The only colour in the image is a rich ochre ised for the dress and the woman's hair. The woman is standing infront of a church. It is nighttime and raining. aidmaimageupgrader
The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The planet Eyjensul, you are here. A frozen tundra for much of its 250 year orbit around Elias. In the decades closest to the supergiant the planet transforms into a desert. As water is drawn from the sands the planet experiences its only weather. Vast storms surge into existence. And the shifting sands reveal their treasure. You are part of the Salvage Union, the backbone of the abandoned world's sputtering economy. When the tundra begins to stir for a few brief months between frost and storm you will seek your fortune on the long road to Perihelion, the last true city and the only shelter. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. A woman swings a blade with cold fury. The theme of the woman is white and grey. The theme of the blade is pink and black. The woman is dark haired, slender and athletic. Parts of her body have been augmented with cybernetics. Her eyes have been replaced with solid chrome lenses. Her forearm is mechanical and the sword blade emerges directly from the forearm. The woman is an assassin and a bounty hunter, but also a victim of tremendous exploitation and abuse. She did not choose this life, but is a very talented bounty hunter and she does find satisfaction in her work. The woman's fashion is a mix of second world war us airforce jackets, 1980s goth, and 2000s emo. The background is a narrow, crowded marketplace filled with arcades and tiny food stalls. The marketplace is extremely poor, has a somewhat japanese aesthetic, and futuristic technology. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
Gold and Grey the sky above the port was the colour of television tuned to a dead channel but here the mirrored ziggurats down Lรกzaro Cardenas flow with the luminous flesh of giants shunting out the night's barrage of dreams to the waiting avenidas business as usual world without end, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
Gold and Grey billowing veil of the salute to the sphere that gives the idea of the figures that swim in the fountain by the placards bending to the full force of things like the capillaries burried in muscle or the chalk pearls now materialising and incising a perceptible perforation with uniforms by kennel and keep with hessian died right from the curtain suspended now wet and abject alongside the dwelling with the arches and pits or the bronze of history that remains without access to documents that construct a charge for the imagination and goes on waiting like the sentinel of a dozen dimensions for the spire where we sheltered for another night, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, ne0nfant4sy
dark purple bronze and grey, tis not alone my inky cloak good mother Nor customary suits of solemn black Nor windy suspiration of forced breath No nor the fruitful river in the eye Nor the dejected behavior of the visage Together with all forms moods shapes of grief That can denote me truly these indeed seem For they are actions that a man might play but I have that within which passeth show These but the trappings and the suits of woe. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
cream and grey, seasons do not fear the reaper nor do the sun the wind or the rain do not fear the reaper came the last night of sadness and it was clear she couldn't go on the door was open and the wind appeared the candles blew and then disappeared the curtains flew and then he appeared she had started to fly they looked back and said goodbye she had taken his hand do not fear the reaper, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a doberman prowling with his ears flat back to the ground. The theme of his body is black and ochre. His body is cyborg with mechanical parts integrated into it. His legs and torso are fully mechanical. He is wearing a black futuristic, cybernetic, high-tech suit with ruddy ochre panelling, reminiscent of military or space gear. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), blue tones dominate the background, with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The planet Eyjensul, you are here. A frozen tundra for much of its 250 year orbit around Elias. In the decades closest to the supergiant the planet transforms into a desert. As water is drawn from the sands the planet experiences its only weather. Vast storms surge into existence. And the shifting sands reveal their treasure. You are part of the Salvage Union, the backbone of the abandoned world's sputtering economy. When the tundra begins to stir for a few brief months between frost and storm you will seek your fortune on the long road to Perihelion, the last true city and the only shelter. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, ne0nfant4sy
white pink and buttercup yellow, kiss me hard before you go summertime sadness i got my red dress on tonight dancing in the dark in the pale moonlight done my hair up real big beauty queen style oh my god i feel it in the air telephone wires are sizzling like a snare honey i am on fire got that summertime sadness like the stars miss the sun in the morning sky, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
luminous red and luminous green and luminous blue and luminous purple and luminous yellow and black and black and black, When I was done dying my conscience regained So I began my struggle a nothingness strained Well I woke up to see them these two mighty steeds With their mouths grinning wildly expressing my needs As they stood there above me being flanked on each side I felt no need to fear them no reason to hide So I reached up to touch but they faded too soon Yet their mouths still remained and stacked up towards the moon How that ladder of mouth waved so soft in the night And I looked up in awe at that beautiful sight And I dreamt about climbing into the night sky But I knew had I touched them they'd mouth back bye bye So I got up and walked down the path in the dark And there deep in the distance, my eye caught a spark Of a HORSE twice my size with incredible strength Oh it greeted me kindly and then we all drank, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
luminous red and luminous green and luminous blue and luminous purple and luminous yellow and black and black and black, When I was done dying my conscience regained So I began my struggle a nothingness strained Well I woke up to see them these two mighty steeds With their mouths grinning wildly expressing my needs As they stood there above me being flanked on each side I felt no need to fear them no reason to hide So I reached up to touch but they faded too soon Yet their mouths still remained and stacked up towards the moon How that ladder of mouth waved so soft in the night And I looked up in awe at that beautiful sight And I dreamt about climbing into the night sky But I knew had I touched them they'd mouth back bye bye So I got up and walked down the path in the dark And there deep in the distance, my eye caught a spark Of a HORSE twice my size with incredible strength Oh it greeted me kindly and then we all drank, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
This is a polaroid of a close up of half of a man's face. He is crudely augmented with primitive electronics. Behind the man is an industrial cyberpunk port vista, seen from a dozen stories up. From behind the man's head a matrix of glowing filaments emerge and spread across the port. The port is described like this: The sky above the port was the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel. The man is described like this: His eyes were unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming web of delicate glass spines. The Matrix is described like this: Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts... A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding... Cyber, Punk, cyberpunk, near future, busy, ((dirty)), ((Smog)), Near Future, The Sprawl, Skyscrapers, Grey, Black, Pink, Red, White, bustling, criminal, graffiti, disrepair, wealth, squalor, cyberspace, port, harbour, tankers, acid rain, pollution, the fringe aidmaimageupgrader, PLRD, anime
This is a polaroid of a close up of half of a woman's face. She has been heavily augmented with advanced electronics. Behind the woman is Night City, seen from street level. It is midnight and the sky is black. Night City is described like this: Night City is like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button. The woman is dark haired with shining mirrored chrome lenses installed where her eyes should be. The lenses are installed directly into her eye sockets and have no frames. She looks like a killer. She looks like a victim. Cyber, Punk, cyberpunk, near future, busy, ((dirty)), ((Smog)), Near Future, The Sprawl, Skyscrapers, Grey, Black, Pink, Red, White, bustling, criminal, graffiti, disrepair, wealth, squalor, cyberspace, port, harbour, tankers, acid rain, pollution, the fringe aidmaimageupgrader, PLRD, anime
open_Impressionism,DIGITAL PAINTING,FLUORESCENT, GLOW,pointillist tetradic color dot technique,D4rch,fluidart style, scattered white dots, painting depicting Into this wild Abyss, The womb of Nature, and perhaps her grave, Of neither sea, nor shore, nor air, nor fire, But all these in their pregnant causes mixed, Confusedly, and which thus must ever fight, Unless the Almighty Maker them ordain, His dark materials to create more worlds, Into this wild Abyss the wary succubus, Stood on the brink of Hell and looked a while, Pondering her voyage, for no narrow frith, she had to cross. pink, mauve, cream, navy, sky blue, magenta, crimson, pale yellow,
Impressionism, DIGITAL PAINTING, oil paint style, wet blending. ((Limited pallette)) using only Grey, Black, Red, White, brown. Zorn palette. Painting of the golden gate bridge after an apocalypse. The photo is taken from the top of one of the golden gate bridge's towers. The bridge is covered in a dense multistory shanty town made of plywood and corrugated iron. The bridge itself is almost completely obscured by the improvised buildings of the shantytown. it is nighttime, the sky is pitch black. it is raining. The waters of the bay are rolling, angry, white topped, big waves. Chevette felt very strange, seeing this: the concrete tank traps, beyond them the impossible shape of the bridge itself. Atop the nearest cable tower, way up a cube of plywood there. The tendons of the bridge groan all in secret. Cyber, Punk, cyberpunk, near future, busy, ((dirty)), ((Smog)), Near Future, The Sprawl, Skyscrapers, Grey, Black, Red, White, brown, Zorn palette, bustling, criminal, graffiti, disrepair, wealth, squalor, cyberspace, port, harbour, tankers, acid rain, pollution, the fringe, anime
The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
Rebecca Guay, Seb Mckinnon, Gold and Grey dappled in moonlight and the mother of runes sipping bitterblossom and cradling swords and ploughshares on the path of exile beside the leyline of the void, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
Gold and Grey billowing veil of the salute to the sphere that gives the idea of the figures that swim in the fountain by the placards bending to the full force of things like the capillaries burried in muscle or the chalk pearls now materialising and incising a perceptible perforation with uniforms by kennel and keep with hessian died right from the curtain suspended now wet and abject alongside the dwelling with the arches and pits or the bronze of history that remains without access to documents that construct a charge for the imagination and goes on waiting like the sentinel of a dozen dimensions for the spire where we sheltered for another night, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, ne0nfant4sy
Gold and Grey She was a real royal lady true patron of the arts said if i ever got too hungry for a headstone or black star and I keep looking for that blindfold faith lighting candles to a cynical saint who wants the last laugh at the die cast by the penitent slave you can go right out of your mind trying to escape from the panicked paradox of day to day if you can't understand something then it's best to be afraid and they keep moving at a glacial pace turning circles in a memory maze I made a new cast of the death mask thats gonna cover my face I had to change the celebration of the saints hide it all behind a wall let people wait and never trust a heart that's so bent it can't break, ne0nfant4sy
Rebecca Guay, Seb Mckinnon, Gold and Grey dappled in moonlight and the mother of runes sipping bitterblossom and cradling swords and ploughshares on the path of exile beside the leyline of the void, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer
gold and grey, ้ ใใฆใ้ ใใฆใ้ ใใฆใ่ฆใใฆใ ใฏใฟใงใฆใใใใฃใฆใใใชใใฏ็ใฃใฆใ ใใใงใใใใงใใใใงใใใฃใฑใ ใพใฃใใไฝใใใชใใฏใใใใ ใผใใฏใใคใใใชใใๅคฑใใ ใใ ใใชใใฏใใคใใฉใใใธๆถใใใ ใใ ใใใงใใใใงใใใใงใๅคงไธๅคซใ ใชใซใใชใใฃใใใใซ็ฌใใใ ใใใใฎใชใซใ ใงๅใๅใใใฆใใฃใจ ใใใชใใซๆฅฝใใใใฃใฆใใใ ใใใงใใใฃใฑใ๏ทฟใใใใชใใ ใใชใใฎๅฃฐใใใ ใใชใ่ฉฑ ็ใฃใ้ ญใงใใใใ่ใใฆ ไธๅฎใๆฑใใฆ่ใใผใใฆใใใใ ใใ ใใใงใใใใงใใใใงใใใฃใฑใ ใพใฃใใไฝใใใชใใฏใใใใ ใใ ใใฃใจใใฃใจใใใใใฃใจ. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
But here the mirrored ziggurats down Lรกzaro Cardenas flow with the luminous flesh of giants, shunting out the night's barrage of dreams to the waiting avenidas - business as usual, world without end. aidmaimageupgrader, PLRD
This is a polaroid of a close up of half of a man's face. He has been sparsely augmented with primitive electronics. Behind the man is an industrial cyberpunk port vista, seen from a dozen stories up. The sky is grey. From behind the man's head a matrix of glowing filaments emerge and spread across the port. The port is described like this: The sky above the port was the colour of television, tuned to a dead channel. The man is described like this: His eyes were unstable crystal, vibrating with a frequency whose name was rain and the sound of trains, suddenly sprouting a humming web of delicate glass spines. The Matrix is described like this: Cyberspace. A consensual hallucination experienced daily by billions of legitimate operators, in every nation, by children being taught mathematical concepts. A graphic representation of data abstracted from banks of every computer in the human system. Unthinkable complexity. Lines of light ranged in the nonspace of the mind, clusters and constellations of data. Like city lights, receding. In the bottom right corner of the screen is a timer. The timer is composed of bright red liquid crystal, displaying a count down in 14 segment digital font. Cyber, Punk, cyberpunk, near future, busy, ((dirty)), ((Smog)), Near Future, The Sprawl, Skyscrapers, Grey, Black, Pink, Red, White, bustling, criminal, graffiti, disrepair, wealth, squalor, cyberspace, port, harbour, tankers, acid rain, pollution, the fringe aidmaimageupgrader, PLRD, anime
Impressionism, DIGITAL PAINTING, FLUORESCENT, GLOW, oil paint style, wet blending, painting depicting a close up of half of a woman's face. She has been heavily augmented with advanced electronics. Behind the woman is Night City, seen from street level. It is midnight and the sky is black. Night City is described like this: Night City is like a deranged experiment in social Darwinism, designed by a bored researcher who kept one thumb permanently on the fast-forward button. The woman is dark haired with shining mirrored chrome lenses installed directly into her eyesockets instead of eyes. She looks like a killer. She looks like a victim. Cyber, Punk, cyberpunk, near future, busy, ((dirty)), ((Smog)), Near Future, The Sprawl, Skyscrapers, Grey, Black, Pink, Red, White, bustling, criminal, graffiti, disrepair, wealth, squalor, cyberspace, port, harbour, tankers, acid rain, pollution, the fringe, pink, mauve, cream, navy, sky blue, magenta, crimson, pale yellow,
Impressionism, DIGITAL PAINTING, FLUORESCENT, GLOW, oil paint style, wet blending, Grey, Black, Red, White, brown, Zorn palette, painting of the golden gate bridge after an apocalypse. The photo is taken from the top of one of the golden gate bridge's towers. The bridge is covered in a dense multistory shanty town made of plywood and corrugated iron. The bridge itself is almost completely obscured by the improvised buildings of the shantytown. it is nighttime, the sky is pitch black. it is raining. The waters of the bay are rolling, angry, white topped, big waves. Chevette felt very strange, seeing this: the concrete tank traps, beyond them the impossible shape of the bridge itself. Atop the nearest cable tower, way up a cube of plywood there. The tendons of the bridge groan all in secret. Cyber, Punk, cyberpunk, near future, busy, ((dirty)), ((Smog)), Near Future, The Sprawl, Skyscrapers, Grey, Black, Red, White, brown, Zorn palette, bustling, criminal, graffiti, disrepair, wealth, squalor, cyberspace, port, harbour, tankers, acid rain, pollution, the fringe, anime
Impressionism, DIGITAL PAINTING, FLUORESCENT, GLOW, oil paint style, wet blending. ((Limited pallette)) including only Grey, Black, Red, White, brown. Zorn palette. Painting of the golden gate bridge after an apocalypse. The photo is taken from the top of one of the golden gate bridge's towers. The bridge is covered in a dense multistory shanty town made of plywood and corrugated iron. The bridge itself is almost completely obscured by the improvised buildings of the shantytown. it is nighttime, the sky is pitch black. it is raining. The waters of the bay are rolling, angry, white topped, big waves. Chevette felt very strange, seeing this: the concrete tank traps, beyond them the impossible shape of the bridge itself. Atop the nearest cable tower, way up a cube of plywood there. The tendons of the bridge groan all in secret. Cyber, Punk, cyberpunk, near future, busy, ((dirty)), ((Smog)), Near Future, The Sprawl, Skyscrapers, Grey, Black, Red, White, brown, Zorn palette, bustling, criminal, graffiti, disrepair, wealth, squalor, cyberspace, port, harbour, tankers, acid rain, pollution, the fringe, anime
open_Impressionism, OIL PAINTING. An impressionist oil painting using a very Limited palette consisting primarily of Grey, Black, Red, White, and brown, with very small amounts of blue and yellow. The painting uses wet blending to achieve a highly stylised and metaphorically meaningful depiction of its subjects. The painting depicts a noblewoman with diaphanous skin and pale white hair. The woman is a vampire and blood stains her hands and mouth. The background contains hints of luxury alongside the suggestion that the woman likely grew up in extreme poverty.
a humanoid black tortoishell cat woman with long fur and wearing yoga pants grinning, ninja, sleeveless, furry, anthro, bare feet, cat paws, furry human hands, anthro hands, anthro face, black and grey fur, tortoiseshell cat fur, ((long fur)), (tousled fur), wicked grin, baggy ninja clothes, large fangs, claws, long fur on cheeks, (fur covered body), furry body, furry chest, furry face, cat face, fluidartstyle, VtmArt, sketch, c0l0urc0r3, cute, bright colours, action pose, karate pose, dynamic angle, simple background, ((lean)), supple, slender, small ears. well defined outlines, sharp claws, defined muscles, toned body, shading, shadows, woman, female, feline,
Stable_Yogis_PDXL_Positives, core_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, photorealism, realistic, perfect, 50s Noir Movie, realistic, woman in a pleated cocktail dress performing a stunning pirouette and staring unsmiling at the camera as her skirt spins out. The woman's hair spills out behind her. Black and white. Goth, vampire, fangs, snarling, showing off, intimidating, lipstick, proud, ((goth makeup)), goth fashion. The woman is infront of a church. It is nighttime and raining. VtmArt, vampire,
Stable_Yogis_PDXL_Positives, core_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, photorealism, realistic, perfect, 50s Noir Movie, realistic, woman in a pleated cocktail dress performing a stunning pirouette and staring unsmiling at the camera as her skirt spins out. The woman's hair spills out behind her. Black and white. Goth, vampire, fangs, snarling, showing off, intimidating, lipstick, proud, ((goth makeup)), goth fashion. The woman is infront of a church. It is nighttime and raining. VtmArt, vampire, (pointed teeth), vampire fangs
Gold and Grey billowing veil of the salute to the sphere that gives the idea of the figures that swim in the fountain by the placards bending to the full force of things like the capillaries burried in muscle or the chalk pearls now materialising and incising a perceptible perforation with uniforms by kennel and keep with hessian died right from the curtain suspended now wet and abject alongside the dwelling with the arches and pits or the bronze of history that remains without access to documents that construct a charge for the imagination and goes on waiting like the sentinel of a dozen dimensions for the spire where we sheltered for another night, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
Rebecca Guay, Seb Mckinnon, Gold and Grey dappled in moonlight and the mother of runes sipping bitterblossom and cradling swords and ploughshares on the path of exile beside the leyline of the void, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy
Rebecca Guay, Seb Mckinnon, Gold and Grey dappled in moonlight and the mother of runes sipping bitterblossom and cradling swords and ploughshares on the path of exile beside the leyline of the void, vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, detailmaximizer, ne0nfant4sy