Placeholder: They won’t control us, we will prevail They won’t control us, we will prevail

Back to Profile

@generalpha

Prompt

They won’t control us, we will prevail

large hands

2 years ago

Generate Similar

Explore Similar

Model

SDXL

Guidance Scale

7

Dimensions

832 × 1248

Similar

[Shepard Fairey] New York City police officers and firemen fighting giant spiders with axes
[Tristan Eaton] New York City police officers and firemen fighting giant spiders with axes
[art by Philippe Druillet] war bombs agony: a large, shattered globe in fire. each fragment of the globe represents a different country, with chess pieces resembling world leaders placed on top of these fragments.
illustration by Moebius for for Heavy Metal magazine cover: Hazbin Hotel
The pulsing beat of the drums throbbed through my body as I pushed my way deeper into the sea of sweaty bodies in the mosh pit. All around me, fans were whipped into a frenzy, headbanging violently to the guitar riffs that screamed of rebellion and darkness. As the lead singer howled about summoning the forces of hell, I could feel the energy of the crowd transforming into something more primal and dangerous. Above it all, the giant screens flashed nightmarish images that blurred the lines betwe
Mil Mascaras vs. Godzilla
The pulsing beat of the drums throbbed through my body as I pushed my way deeper into the sea of sweaty bodies in the mosh pit. All around me, fans were whipped into a frenzy, headbanging violently to the guitar riffs that screamed of rebellion and darkness. As the lead singer howled about summoning the forces of hell, I could feel the energy of the crowd transforming into something more primal and dangerous. Above it all, the giant screens flashed nightmarish images that blurred the lines betwe
[art by Philippe Druillet] BLOOD, PAIN, AGONY: a large, shattered globe in fire. each fragment of the globe represents a different country, with chess pieces resembling world leaders placed on top of these fragments.
[Philippe Caza] God/Deicide
God/Deicide
I dig deeper into my cityscape memories hoping for inspiration, but it's all a bit dystopian in there. Must be the contaminated cityscape air getting to me noodles. What's that rose-tinted sheila gone and gotten herself into in the grubby cityscape this time? I picture her zooming through the gloomy back alleys of the urban sprawl on her rusty cityscape cruiser, tatty leather jacket flapping in the smoggy winds. Nothing but crumpled high-rises and abandoned skyways stretching as far as the blear
What dark visions will they unleash? I hear panting in the shadows, a rumbling beneath the floor. Something is stirring in the netherworld, drawn by the call of pen against paper. A sudden gasp tears through the tense quiet. The monsters are coming, scrabbling against the veil that separates our worlds. I must capture their frenzied essence before they tear through, bring strange terrors spilling out into the night. My pen flies, guided by otherworldly hands. A tale is forming, one that will ke
Terms of Service • Privacy Policy

© 2025 Stablecog, Inc.