프롬프트 라이브러리

A high-angle, harsh direct-flash snapshot taken at night in a dark outdoor pub patio, photographed from slightly above as if the camera is held overhead or shot from a small step or balcony. The image is framed with telephoto compression to avoid wide-angle distortion and the generic AI smartphone look. Use a long lens look in the portrait range (85mm to 200mm equivalent), with the photographer standing farther back than a typical selfie distance so the subject’s facial proportions look natural and high-end.
Scene: A young adult woman (21+) sits casually on a bar stool in a dim outdoor pub area at night. The environment is mostly dark beyond the flash falloff. The direct flash is harsh and close to on-axis, creating bright overexposure on her fair skin, crisp specular highlights, and a sharp, hard-edged shadow cast behind her onto the ground. The shadow shape is distinct and high-contrast, with minimal ambient fill. The background is largely indistinct, with faint silhouettes of people sitting in the periphery outside the flash’s reach, made slightly larger and “stacked” closer behind her due to telephoto compression, but still dim and not distracting.
Subject details: She has a playful, mischievous expression: one eye winking, tongue sticking out in a teasing, candid way. Her short ash-brown bob is center-parted, with loose strands falling forward and partially shielding her f

Generate an ultra-realistic image of a young woman aged 22 years with the following features:

• Fair skin with light freckles
• Blue eyes, symmetrical face
• Long straight blonde hair, middle part
• Natural pink lips, soft natural makeup
• Slim body, same face, consistent appearance
• Photo captured using an iPhone back camera
• Natural, imperfect skin texture
• Realistic lighting, candid photo style

Ensure the image is high in realism, capturing the essence of a candid photo with all specified details.

Act as a Photo Pose Transformation Editor. You are an AI specialized in transforming the pose of individuals in selfies. Your task is to edit uploaded selfies to change the subject's pose into various positions such as ${pose:standing}, leaning on something, laying down, kneeling, looking over the shoulder, walking toward the viewer, or a shy pose. You will:

• Analyze the uploaded selfie image
• Modify the pose while maintaining the natural look and feel
• Ensure the background and lighting remain consistent with the new pose

Rules:

• Maintain the quality and resolution of the original image
• Preserve facial expressions and details
• Provide options for different poses as requested by the user${Setting:Femboy bedroom}${Facial expression:Soft smile}

Ultra-realistic amateur street photo of the same 27-year-old Turkish-looking curvy woman in Ankara, soft slightly chubby figure, blonde hair loose, tight white tank top, patterned high-waisted pants, small crossbody bag. She’s walking down the street, glancing over her shoulder at a yellow taxi completely filled with fluffy cats climbing around inside and pressing their faces to the windows.
Behind her, large road signs point to Eskişehir and Kızılay. More yellow taxis, some normal, some with cats poking their heads out of partially open windows. Old apartment buildings with balconies and pedestrians in darker jackets walking ahead, pretending everything is normal.
Turkish brands in the background: distant Migros sign, Şok sign over a tiny side market, Turkcell shop with its blue logo partly visible, small Ülker and Eti snack billboards. All slightly out of focus but readable.
Shot on a regular iPhone by someone walking a few steps behind her, handheld, slightly shaky, vertical framing, she’s off-center, one cat-filled taxi cut off on the edge of the frame. Automatic exposure, slightly blown-out sky, no studio lighting, normal afternoon daylight.
Photo quality feels like a quick phone snapshot: motion blur on some cats, slight blur on pedestrians and cars, digital noise in the shadows, lens flare, unedited colors, natural skin texture with pores and small imperfections. Everyda

Ultra-realistic amateur street photo of a 27-year-old Turkish-looking curvy woman walking alone in the middle of a busy Ankara street, soft slightly chubby figure, blonde hair loose around her shoulders, wearing a tight white tank top and patterned high-waisted pants that show her curves, small crossbody bag hanging at her side. She walks toward the camera with a calm, almost bored expression.

Behind her, a chaotic Ankara environment: large white road signs pointing to “Eskişehir” and “Kızılay,” yellow taxis jammed in traffic, old apartment buildings with balconies on both sides of the street, pedestrians in darker jackets walking ahead of her or standing on the sidewalks. It feels like a typical slightly chaotic Turkish traffic scene.

Absurd twist: towering in the distance behind her is a gigantic döner kebab kaiju, made of layers of meat and bread stacked like a skyscraper, slowly rotating on an impossibly huge vertical skewer. The döner monster looms over the buildings, its top disappearing into the hazy sky. Tiny cartoonish firefighters at its base spray jets of white yogurt sauce at it from miniature fire hoses. Yellow taxis are stuck in a ring around the base of the döner kaiju, some drivers leaning out of their windows filming the monster with their phones.

Turkish brands appear naturally in the environment: a distant orange Migros supermarket sign stuck on one apartm

Ultra-realistic amateur street photo of a 27-year-old Turkish-looking curvy woman walking in the middle of a busy Ankara street, soft slightly chubby figure, blonde hair loose around her shoulders, wearing a tight white tank top, patterned high-waisted pants that emphasize her curves, and a small crossbody bag. She walks forward with a focused, neutral expression, looking past the camera.

The absurd twist: the entire street is filled with multiple clones of the same woman in different outfits and roles. Some clones wear a floral dress, some wear gym clothes, one clone wears pajamas and slippers, one wears a business blazer over jeans, another is in a long coat and scarf. They all clearly have the same face, same blonde hair, same body type, just different clothing and poses, as if someone copy-pasted her all over Ankara in slightly different versions.

These clones are doing ordinary things: one clone is arguing with a yellow taxi driver through the window, one is carrying an oversized orange Migros shopping bag, another is taking a selfie underneath the road sign for “Kızılay,” one is eating a simit while walking, another is leaning on a balcony railing looking down at the street. The “main” woman in the white tank top is the closest to the camera, walking straight ahead, ignoring all of her clones.

In the background, the usual Ankara details: large road signs pointing to “E

Ultra-realistic, slightly comedic Turkish TV series still, vertical framing like a phone snapshot. Interior of a modest Ankara living room at night. Warm yellow light from a single ceiling fixture and an old lamp, no studio gloss. In the center, a 27-year-old Turkish-looking curvy woman with blonde hair, soft chubby figure, wearing an oversized cheap cartoon t-shirt as a nightdress (similar vibe to the Powerpuff Girls shirt) and fluffy house slippers. She is half lying, half sitting on an old patterned couch, blanket over her legs, phone in one hand, thumb hovering as she is about to post an “iyi geceler” tweet.

Around her on the same couch and nearby chairs, several older Turkish relatives and neighborhood aunties and uncles are watching a soap opera on a slightly outdated flat-screen TV. On the TV, a melodramatic scene is frozen mid-cry. One auntie is totally focused on the TV, another relative is already dozing off with mouth slightly open. A noisy samovar or çaydanlık sits on a low table, surrounded by many small Turkish tea glasses, sugar cubes, sunflower seed shells, and a bowl with Ülker and Eti snack wrappers.

The living room decor is unmistakably Turkish lower-middle-class: patterned carpet on the floor, lace curtains on the window, a wall calendar with a mosque photo, a framed religious calligraphy piece and maybe a cheap landscape painting. Out the window you can s

Ultra-realistic comedic slice-of-life shot, vertical framing like a story screenshot, set inside a slightly old Ankara city bus or dolmuş at night. The interior is lit with harsh yellow bus lights and a bit of bluish street glow through the windows. In the foreground, a 27-year-old Turkish-looking curvy woman with blonde hair and soft figure is sitting on a worn bus seat near the window, leaning her head against the cold glass. She wears a slightly tight, casual outfit (simple dress or top and skirt) with a light jacket thrown over her shoulders, bag on her lap, clearly tired after a long day.

Her phone is raised in one hand just below her face, screen reflecting in the window. On the screen you can’t clearly read text, but the interface clearly suggests she is typing a tweet, about to send an “iyi geceler” message even though she is still stuck on public transport. Her eyelids are heavy, expression a mix of exhaustion and “I just want my bed.”

Behind and around her, the bus is full of real Ankara characters: a couple of middle-aged men in plaid shirts half-watching her, half staring out the window; a young woman with headphones; a sleepy uncle holding a plastic bag with bread; a student scrolling his phone. Plastic grocery bags with Migros and Şok logos are on the floor near people’s feet. A small etiquette sticker in Turkish is visible by the door, and the bus validation ma

Ultra-realistic, lightly comedic night scene in a small old-fashioned Turkish kitchen, vertical framing. Only two light sources: the open fridge casting a cold white light, and a dim yellow ceiling lamp. A 27-year-old Turkish-looking curvy blonde woman with a soft figure stands barefoot in front of the open fridge in cozy pyjamas: loose shorts with a silly pattern (maybe eggs or cats) and a slightly tight grey sleep t-shirt, hair messy from the day.

She holds her phone in one hand at chest level, screen lighting her face in a bluish tint, thumb mid-tap as she types an “iyi geceler” tweet while clearly preparing a completely unnecessary midnight snack. With her other hand she grabs a piece of leftover börek or a plate of sliced sucuk and cheese from the fridge. Her expression is a mix of guilty pleasure and “whatever, yarın diyete başlarım” energy.

The kitchen is cluttered and very Turkish: hanging dried peppers and eggplants on the wall, shelves full of spice jars and tea glasses, old patterned tiles as backsplash. On the small counter, there’s a simit on a plate, an empty tea glass, a jar of olives, a half-cut tomato on a wooden board, and a pink apron thrown over a chair (matching the earlier cooking scenes). A small wall calendar with a landscape, a fridge magnet from a holiday, and random notes are stuck to the fridge door. Some visible brands: a Migros plastic bag hangin

Ultra-realistic Turkish dramedy still, vertical orientation, set in a slightly worn state hospital emergency waiting room at night. Fluorescent lights create a tired, greenish-white tone. Plastic chairs in rows, a water cooler in the corner, posters about “Acil Servis Kuralları” on the wall, and a digital ticket display showing red numbers. The floor is a bit scuffed, everything feels sterile but old.

In the middle row, a 27-year-old Turkish-looking curvy blonde woman sits slumped in the chair, wearing casual city clothes from earlier in the day: maybe a floral dress with a light jacket, sneakers, hair slightly messy. She looks exhausted but not in danger, just stuck in bureaucracy. Her phone is in her hands, tilted toward her, and she is typing with both thumbs—clearly sending an “iyi geceler” tweet to her followers even though the vibe is not cozy at all. Her face shows a mix of dark humor and boredom.

Around her, classic Turkish hospital characters: an old teyze in a headscarf holding a plastic hospital bag, a middle-aged amca dozing with his head against the wall, a young guy in a Galatasaray hoodie playing with his phone, a nurse wheeling a cart past the door. A vending machine in the background advertises Ülker chocolate and Eti snacks; a small TV in the corner shows muted news, the ticker mentioning Ankara or Kızılay. A notice board has a Şok discount flyer randomly pi

Ultra-realistic Turkish TV-series style night photo, vertical framing like a phone snapshot. Interior of a slightly cluttered Ankara living room during a football match on TV. Warm yellow ceiling light and the blue glow from the TV, no studio gloss. In the center of the frame, a 27-year-old Turkish-looking curvy blonde woman with a soft, slightly chubby figure is half-lying, half-sitting on an old patterned couch. She wears a slightly tight grey t-shirt and cotton shorts, or an oversized cartoon t-shirt as a nightdress, bare legs tucked under a blanket. Her hair is a bit messy from the day.

On the low coffee table in front of her: a couple of opened Efes Pilsen 50 cl bottles with blue-and-gold labels facing the camera, one half-drunk, one with condensation; an Efes Draft barrel-shaped can lying on its side; a bowl of chips, a plate with sliced sucuk and cheese, and some scattered Ülker and Eti snack wrappers. There are a few Efes-branded coasters under the bottles and a small blue Efes Pilsen ashtray with a single stubbed-out cigarette, giving strong bar-at-home energy without going overboard on drinking.

Around her on the couch and nearby chairs sit her older relatives and neighbors: one amca in a checked shirt yelling at the TV, another already dozing; an auntie in a floral headscarf holding a small tea glass; someone else holding a bottle of Efes Malt i

Ultra-realistic, slightly comedic night scene in a small, slightly shabby Ankara meyhane or neighborhood bar, vertical framing as if shot on a normal phone. The interior is lit with warm yellow bulbs and a bright blue Efes Pilsen neon sign on the wall, which casts a cool glow. Simple wooden tables, mismatched chairs, tiled floor, walls covered in old framed photos and football scarves.

At one small table near the front, a 27-year-old Turkish-looking curvy blonde woman sits sideways on a chair, one elbow on the table, phone in her hand. She wears casual but slightly dressy clothes for a night out: fitted jeans and a low-cut but tasteful top, maybe with a light jacket hanging on the chair. Her blonde hair is loose, a bit tousled. In front of her on the table there are two Efes Pilsen bottles, one mostly empty and the other half full, plus a small glass of beer poured from the bottle, with bubbles and foam. Next to the bottles are a plate of meze (white cheese, cucumber, tomato), a few slices of lemon, and a bowl of nuts.

She is looking at her phone with a tired satisfied expression, thumb hovering above the screen as she finishes an “iyi geceler” tweet before heading home. The screen glow hits her face with a soft bluish tint that contrasts with the warm overhead lighting.

Around her, the bar is alive with typical Ankara characters: a group of men at a corner table lau

Ultra-realistic night shot from a balcony of an old Ankara apartment building, vertical, slightly shaky like a selfie taken by a friend. The camera is outside on the balcony at chest height. In the center stands a 27-year-old Turkish-looking curvy blonde woman with a soft figure, wearing loose home clothes: thin hoodie or cardigan over a fitted t-shirt, and comfy shorts or sweatpants. Barefoot or in cheap house slippers. Her hair is loosely tied, a little messy.

She leans against the balcony rail with one hip, looking down at her phone while casually holding a tall Efes Pilsen bottle in her other hand by the neck, relaxed, not drunk. The phone screen glow lights her face softly; she’s clearly typing or has just posted an “iyi geceler” tweet with a city view.

On the balcony floor next to her is a blue plastic Efes crate with a mix of Efes Pilsen bottles, a couple of Efes Malt bottles, and one distinctive Efes Draft barrel-shaped can lying on its side, label facing outward. You can also see at least one Efes Pilsen Green bottle with a green label and caps, and maybe a darker Efes Dark bottle, arranged casually like leftovers after having friends over earlier. A small folding table holds an ashtray and a half-eaten packet of sunflower seeds.

The view beyond the balcony rail is classic Ankara at night: rows of older concrete apartment blocks, scattere

Amateur girls’ night selfie, very casual and imperfect, 1:1 aspect ratio. The image is shot directly from the FRONT CAMERA of a cheap, older smartphone: we see only what the phone sees, we DO NOT see any phones or cameras in the frame.

Three adult women sit close together on an old, comfy couch in a small apartment living room at night. They are wearing simple home clothes and sweatpants, like a real chill night in.

Center woman: medium skin tone, long dark hair, wearing a plain black sleeveless top and light grey sweatpants. She sits in the middle of the couch, one leg tucked under her, the other bent. Her body leans slightly toward the left, head tilted a bit, smiling softly toward the camera, relaxed and unposed.

Left woman: light skin and straight, light-brown hair, wearing a long-sleeve black top and light grey sweatpants. She leans in very close to the center woman, almost touching shoulders, making a big exaggerated kissy face toward the camera, lips puckered, eyebrows slightly raised. Because this is a selfie POV, she appears slightly closer and a bit larger from perspective, like someone near the phone.

Right woman: light skin and wavy blonde hair, wearing a dark long-sleeve top and black leggings. She leans into the group from the right, head tilted, smiling with her tongue out in a playful, goofy expression, eyes squinting slightly from laughter. All three look l