Suppressor
    0 Followers

    shot on Nikon F2 Camera, sexy 18yo white girl blonde, narrow waist, wide hips, wide thigh gap, sexy detailed face, bangs, wearing a bikini top, cinematic, <lora:add_detail:. 8>, wants to get fucked, horny, <lora:JuggerCineXL2:. 5>, <lora:epiCPhoto:. 76>, <lora:labiaplasty_pussy_2_sdxl:. 59>, <lora:epiCRealismHelper:. 7>(god rays, subliminal sexual gratification, light leak, bokeh:1. 1) <lora:sydneyroper :. 4>, Girls- Next- Door_Stephanie:. 5, E- Girls_Mansion_Funkee:. 5, <lora:Best_Jean_Shorts_SDXL_1. 5:0. 65> bestj3an5, laying down on a bed, showing off her pussy, legs spread, legs up, wearing detailed cutoff jean shorts, pussy lips, gaping pussy

    Copy

    duplicate, worst quality, bad anatomy, unreal, cgi, plastic, mutated vagina, distorted vagina, sfw, ugly, old, unattractive, unnatural ass, elongated butt, disproportional

    8
    Safe
    Private

    Comments

    More prompts from Suppressor

    A dramatic shot captures a chimpanzee standing proudly on the deck of a luxury speedboat, gripping the wheel as the boat slices through crystal-clear waters at high speed. The chimp is dressed in a tropical shirt and captain’s hat, its smile wide as salty spray kicks up around it. In the co-captain’s chair, a flamingo in aviator goggles stretches out its long neck, holding binoculars, scanning the horizon with a serious expression. The midday sun beams down, reflecting off the water, creating sparkling light trails that dance around the boat. A vibrant lens flare arcs across the horizon, adding to the tropical cinematic flair of the open sea adventure. n30nfilm, flmft style
    chr1stm4st1m3 a deer and cardinal birds in the snow, surrounded by trees covered in a blanket of snow. The trees are adorned with holly leaves and fruits, and the sky is visible in the background. <lora:christmas-time:0.8>
    A submerged metropolis lies in the depths of an oceanic planet, its skeletal towers of corroded steel and glass rising from a seabed carpeted in swaying fields of bioluminescent kelp in shades of green and crimson. Bubbles rise lazily from fissures in the cracked streets, catching the faint turquoise light filtering from the surface far above. Patrolling the ruins is AQ-72 "Depthstalker," a droid engineered for aquatic salvage. Its streamlined frame is a fusion of sleek, hydrodynamic curves and matte-black ceramite, streaked with barnacle-like growths of calcified algae. Its head is a tapered wedge, crowned with a dorsal fin of articulated sensors that ripple like a living thing, while its optic array consists of four bulbous, glowing orbs arranged in a diamond pattern, pulsing with a deep amber hue. Its arms are webbed with retractable membranes, ending in trident-like claws etched with glowing runes, and its lower body tapers into a coiled, serpentine tail studded with propulsion vents. Swimming in its wake are its companions—sleek, eel-shaped droids with translucent bodies revealing churning currents of silver nanites, their surfaces rippling with faint electric arcs as they dart through the kelp. 0r0105, Chiaroscuro Lighting Style, partially covered in shadows
    In a 0y5top1a8e subterranean military command center, a beautiful but exhausted woman in a dirt-streaked uniform coordinates the defense against an overwhelming enemy. The cool light bloom from emergency lighting casts stark shadows across the room, highlighting the lines of fatigue etched into her face. Her hands move deftly across the holographic map, directing troops with the precision of someone who has seen too many battles. Around her, the command center is a chaotic mess of sparking consoles, flickering screens, and the persistent hum of failing systems. A gas mask, its lenses fogged with sweat, lies discarded on the floor, while a sidearm rests within arm’s reach, ready for the moment when the enemy breaches the final line. The distant sound of collapsing tunnels fills the air, as the underground fortress prepares for its last stand.
    chr1stm4st1m3 a deer and birds in the snow, surrounded by trees covered in a blanket of snow. The trees are adorned with holly leaves and fruits, and the sky is visible in the background. <lora:christmas-time:0.8>
    A blizzard rages across the icy plains of a long-abandoned colony planet, where a lone exploration droid trudges through snowdrifts beneath a sky split by auroras. Model EX-44 "Frostbite" is a marvel of endurance engineering—its four-legged frame a lattice of reinforced carbon nanotubes, coated in a shimmering thermal sheath that pulses with faint orange heat signatures. Its torso is a squat, armored dome studded with retractable sampling drills and atmospheric probes, each tipped with crystalline sensors that gleam like frost. The droid’s head is a rotating turret, crowned with a halo of articulated antennae that twist and flex against the wind, while its faceplate boasts a single panoramic lens banded with micro-LEDs that shift from green to violet as it maps the terrain. Frost clings to its joints, where tiny vents exhale plumes of steam from its liquid-nitrogen cooling system. Trailing behind, tethered by a glowing umbilical cable, is a swarm of palm-sized scout droids—teardrop-shaped shells of translucent polymer, their interiors alive with swirling nanite clouds that glow faintly gold. They fan out, burrowing into the ice to extract core samples, as Frostbite’s deep, resonant voice module intones a log entry: “Day 1,472. No organic signatures detected. Hypothesis: extinction event, category unknown.” 0r0105, Chiaroscuro Lighting Style, partially covered in shadows
    chr1stm4st1m3 a deer and birds in the snow, surrounded by trees covered in a blanket of snow. The trees are adorned with holly leaves and fruits, and the sky is visible in the background. <lora:christmas-time:0.8>
    A blizzard rages across the icy plains of a long-abandoned colony planet, where a lone exploration droid trudges through snowdrifts beneath a sky split by auroras. Model EX-44 "Frostbite" is a marvel of endurance engineering—its four-legged frame a lattice of reinforced carbon nanotubes, coated in a shimmering thermal sheath that pulses with faint orange heat signatures. Its torso is a squat, armored dome studded with retractable sampling drills and atmospheric probes, each tipped with crystalline sensors that gleam like frost. The droid’s head is a rotating turret, crowned with a halo of articulated antennae that twist and flex against the wind, while its faceplate boasts a single panoramic lens banded with micro-LEDs that shift from green to violet as it maps the terrain. Frost clings to its joints, where tiny vents exhale plumes of steam from its liquid-nitrogen cooling system. Trailing behind, tethered by a glowing umbilical cable, is a swarm of palm-sized scout droids—teardrop-shaped shells of translucent polymer, their interiors alive with swirling nanite clouds that glow faintly gold. They fan out, burrowing into the ice to extract core samples, as Frostbite’s deep, resonant voice module intones a log entry: “Day 1,472. No organic signatures detected. Hypothesis: extinction event, category unknown.” 0r0105
    A wide-angle shot captures Julius Caesar sitting at a desk in a chaotic modern office, surrounded by stacks of paperwork. He’s dressed in his iconic toga, but now sports a Bluetooth headset and taps away at a keyboard, clearly overwhelmed by an endless stream of emails. His expression is serious, as if he’s planning his next political maneuver—except this time, it’s managing spreadsheets. The fluorescent office lights cast a harsh, cool glow over the scene, while subtle lens flare effects. Behind him, co-workers carry on with their day, oblivious to the historical titan's struggle in a world of corporate monotony. ArsMovieStill, 80s Fantasy Movie Still
    photograph, cinematic still, a grotesque undead figure rises from a desolate, fog-covered graveyard, its decayed body draped in tattered, rotting robes. Its pale, corpse-like skin stretches tightly over skeletal limbs, with patches of flesh missing, revealing bones underneath. Hollow, glowing eyes flicker faintly in its gaunt, sunken face, while jagged teeth protrude from its partially decomposed jaw. Its long, bony fingers extend outward, clutching a rusted, bloodstained weapon. The ground around the figure is cracked and barren, littered with the remnants of broken tombstones and skeletal remains. The background is a haunting, moonlit sky, obscured by swirling clouds, casting an eerie, greenish hue over the scene. The trees in the distance are twisted and dead, their black branches reaching out like claws. Shadows dance across the landscape, adding a sense of dread and unease to the composition. The air is thick with the smell of decay, and mist swirls around the ghoul’s feet, giving the scene a ghostly, otherworldly vibe. The overall atmosphere is chilling and nightmarish, with an emphasis on grotesque details, decayed textures, and haunting light. The style blends dark fantasy and horror, creating a perfect visual for an undead monster emerging from the abyss. Bleach bypass, udnz
    chr1stm4st1m3 a deer and birds in the snow, surrounded by trees covered in a blanket of snow. The trees are adorned with holly leaves and fruits, and the sky is visible in the background. <lora:christmas-time:0.8>
    In a 0y5top1a8e subterranean military command center, a beautiful but exhausted woman in a dirt-streaked uniform coordinates the defense against an overwhelming enemy. The cool light bloom from emergency lighting casts stark shadows across the room, highlighting the lines of fatigue etched into her face. Her hands move deftly across the holographic map, directing troops with the precision of someone who has seen too many battles. Around her, the command center is a chaotic mess of sparking consoles, flickering screens, and the persistent hum of failing systems. A gas mask, its lenses fogged with sweat, lies discarded on the floor, while a sidearm rests within arm’s reach, ready for the moment when the enemy breaches the final line. The distant sound of collapsing tunnels fills the air, as the underground fortress prepares for its last stand.
    Tron-LitRner a scene depicting a futuristic vehicle that slightly resembles a 2024 Porsche 911 made entirely of light, racing along a neon race track, digital binary code integrated into the lines of the road
    In a 0y5top1a8e underground bunker, a maintenance droid, covered in dirt and grime, works tirelessly at a flickering command console. The cool light bloom from malfunctioning screens casts a harsh, ghostly light on its dented chassis, emphasizing the wear and tear from years of continuous operation. The room around it is filled with the remnants of a long-abandoned military operation: maps with coffee stains, broken radios, and the persistent hum of failing generators. A discarded gas mask lies next to a pile of scrap metal, while the droid’s manipulator arm clutches a sparking wire, attempting to revive the dying systems. The distant sound of explosions shakes the walls, as the last vestiges of civilization crumble above, with the droid continuing its mission in the depths.
    View more from Suppressor