Daily Prompting Package - 15 May 2025 dutch angle soaked in vigilante noir vibes

Flux PRO v1.1 Ultra, Prompt Magic OFF

A cinematic film still of a dust-coated westernpunk revenant riding a decayed biomechanical jackalope across a salt-flat necropolis, trench coat torn by static wind, the scene tilted in a dutch angle soaked in vigilante noir vibes. Faint necrotech glyphs glow beneath cracked leather, and a skeletal chapel looms in the distance, wires coiled like rosaries around its steeple. Flickering bone lanterns cast erratic shadows across cracked gravestones and rusted circuitry, as thunder rolls above a violet ashstorm sky. Hyperrealistic, dramatic lighting, rendered in 8K with cinematic tension and quiet vengeance.

Juggernaut Flux Lightning, Prompt Magic OFF

Comic book poster of a gravedust-slicked westernpunk revenant riding on the back of a rotting biomechanical jackalope, galloping through a wind-swept western village under a red moon, dutch angle soaked in vigilante noir vibes, hyperdetailed necro-steel grit and sin-eater aesthetic. Tattered wanted posters flutter past glowing bone lanterns and haunted circuitry embedded in rusted saloon façades, with pale glyphlight slicing through fog like ghost-fire.

Flux + GlitchFlux MJ6-1, Prompt Magic OFF

<lora:GlitchFlux MJ6-1:1.0> A glitched humanoid silhouette formed from corrupted shadows and static fuzz, framed in a dutch angle soaked in vigilante noir vibes, represented in smeared chrome linework and CRT distortion bands. The scene features a late-night city crawl aesthetic, with sodium vapor lighting and fractured urban overlays, text-based animation fluttering like evidence files too damaged to read.

Google Imagen 3.0 Fast, Prompt Magic OFF

Slick concrete cracking, canted fragmentation into a graphic novel mosaic of a vengeful figure with a flickering HUD visor, suspended against a gutter-lit skyline, evoking the abstract, chaotic essence of neo-noir collapse, reminiscent of the works of Alex Ross, Jessica Rossier, and Simon Stålenhag, with smudged reflections and rain-distorted geometry and a sense of coiled momentum, as if the streets themselves are tilting, releasing a burst of raw suspicion and neon righteousness into the atmosphere of a city that’s too tired to care.