Seedance 2.0 Tanıtımı
Topluluktan başarılı kamu üretimlerini göz atın ve istemi, ayarları ve çıktıyı incelemek için herhangi bir öğeyi açın.
um homem adulto minusculo cai dentro de um pote de doces em cima da mesa enquanto grita "Amanda me ajuda eu estou pre...
um homem adulto minusculo cai dentro de um pote de doces em cima da mesa enquanto grita "Amanda me ajuda eu estou preso aqui!" De repente uma mulher adulta chamada Amanda aparece é a prima arrogante do homem logo apos isso ela simplismente ri e começa a zombar dele ela então pega o pote e começa a balançalo com o homem ainda dentro ela entao enfia a mão e agarra o homem e o engole! da para ouvir o estomago dela rocando no final ela deve dize algumas provocaçoes arrogantes E ele deve falar oque voce acha que ele deve falar no final a camera deve focar na barriga de amanda roncando e ela deve soltar um arroto ela deve fazer piadas sobre digerir o primo
rhythmic close-ups of an anime girl's focused expression, her hands gripping the steering wheel, and her feet pumping...
rhythmic close-ups of an anime girl's focused expression, her hands gripping the steering wheel, and her feet pumping the pedals. These shots are edited to the beat of the music, building anticipation before transitioning to a wide shot of a black Ferrari Barracuda and a red Audi R8 at the starting line. Amidst a cheering desert crowd, a flag girl signals the start, and the cars tear down the track, leaving behind a cloud of tire smoke as they anime girl shifts gears with precision.
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characte...
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characters are typical white Americans, realistic and natural in appearance. Close-up: Captain Rourke—a man in a crisp City Guard uniform—pours beer directly onto the head and face of a janitor in gray coveralls who stay in front of him. Beer streams down the janitor's face, dripping from his hair and chin. Rourke then kicks a metal mop bucket sitting next to the janitor, sending dirty water splashing across the floor. The janitor stands still, water dripping from his face, mop in hand. Around them, a crowd of people bar patrons watches in tense silence, phones lowered, bodies frozen. The janitor slowly wipes beer from his eyes, his expression shifting from calm to cold. He remains standing and pulls a small velvet box from his back pocket, opening it to reveal a medal with ten stars. Close-up on Rourke's face as recognition dawns—his smirk collapses into horror. The janitor says quietly but with absolute authority: "You just poured beer on the Supreme Commander." No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays, no subtitles. Cinematic, realistic, grounded tone, no subtitles.
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characte...
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characters are typical white Americans, realistic and natural in appearance. Close-up: Captain Rourke—a man in a crisp City Guard uniform—pours beer directly onto the head and face of a janitor in gray coveralls who stay in front of him. Beer streams down the janitor's face, dripping from his hair and chin. Rourke then kicks a metal mop bucket sitting next to the janitor, sending dirty water splashing across the floor. The janitor stands still, water dripping from his face, mop in hand. Around them, a crowd of people bar patrons watches in tense silence, phones lowered, bodies frozen. The janitor slowly wipes beer from his eyes, his expression shifting from calm to cold. He remains standing and pulls a small velvet box from his back pocket, opening it to reveal a medal with ten stars. Close-up on Rourke's face as recognition dawns—his smirk collapses into horror. The janitor says quietly but with absolute authority: "You just poured beer on the Supreme Commander." No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays, no subtitles. Cinematic, realistic, grounded tone, no subtitles.
{ "video_type": "ultra_realistic_micro_trottoir", "duration_seconds": 15, "aspect_ratio": "9:16", "style": "documenta...
{ "video_type": "ultra_realistic_micro_trottoir", "duration_seconds": 15, "aspect_ratio": "9:16", "style": "documentary_street_interview", "location": "French city street, late afternoon", "camera": { "type": "smartphone_handheld", "framing": "medium_full_shot_level", "movement": "stable with slight human shake" }, "subject": { "appearance": "man, mid-40s, confident posture, weathered face", "behavior": "natural posture, spontaneous reaction, authentic" }, "interviewer": { "visibility": "not visible", "detail": "male hand holding a small black microphone" }, "audio": { "environment": "street noise", "music": "none", "speech_style": "enthusiastic french" }, "dialogue": { "question": "Quel est votre métier et votre salaire net ?", "answer": "Je suis grutier. Je suis vers quatre mille cinq net." }, "constraints": ["no cinematic effects", "maximum realism"] }
A cinematic close-up of a stylish anthropomorphic fox with vibrant orange fur, wearing a luxurious oversized fur coat...
A cinematic close-up of a stylish anthropomorphic fox with vibrant orange fur, wearing a luxurious oversized fur coat and several gold and silver chains around its neck. The fox is standing in a snowy forest clearing. It is holding a stack of traditional Russian pancakes (blini) and taking a bite. The fox looks directly into the camera with a charismatic expression. Its lips move perfectly in sync with the Russian speech: "Да да, масленица совсем скоро. Жду тебя в пансионате Театральный, мест осталось совсем немного." The fox speaks slowly and calmly. After finishing the sentence, the camera pulls back to a full-body shot as the fox turns around and walks into the deep pine forest with a playful, rhythmic dancing gait, wagging its tail. High detail, 8k, photorealistic, cinematic lighting, soft bokeh background. on a river at night, captured in cinematic style. Лиса остается у здания этого на протяжении всего ролика!
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characte...
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characters are typical white Americans, realistic and natural in appearance. Close-up: Captain Rourke—a man in a crisp City Guard uniform—pours beer directly onto the head and face of a janitor in gray coveralls who stay in front of him. Beer streams down the janitor's face, dripping from his hair and chin. Rourke then kicks a metal mop bucket sitting next to the janitor, sending dirty water splashing across the floor. The janitor stands still, water dripping from his face, mop in hand. Around them, a crowd of people bar patrons watches in tense silence, phones lowered, bodies frozen. The janitor slowly wipes beer from his eyes, his expression shifting from calm to cold. He remains standing and pulls a small velvet box from his back pocket, opening it to reveal a medal with ten stars. Close-up on Rourke's face as recognition dawns—his smirk collapses into horror. The janitor says quietly but with absolute authority: "You just poured beer on the Supreme Commander." No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays, no subtitles. Cinematic, realistic, grounded tone, no subtitles.
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characte...
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characters are typical white Americans, realistic and natural in appearance. Close-up: Captain Rourke—a man in a crisp City Guard uniform—pours beer directly onto the head and face of a janitor in gray coveralls who stay in front of him. Beer streams down the janitor's face, dripping from his hair and chin. Rourke then kicks a metal mop bucket sitting next to the janitor, sending dirty water splashing across the floor. The janitor stands still, water dripping from his face, mop in hand. Around them, a crowd of people bar patrons watches in tense silence, phones lowered, bodies frozen. The janitor slowly wipes beer from his eyes, his expression shifting from calm to cold. He remains standing and pulls a small velvet box from his back pocket, opening it to reveal a medal with ten stars. Close-up on Rourke's face as recognition dawns—his smirk collapses into horror. The janitor says quietly but with absolute authority: "You just poured beer on the Supreme Commander." No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays, no subtitles. Cinematic, realistic, grounded tone, no subtitles.
real video. static nightvision view of door in an apartment complex corridor. real video. then one unique real scary ...
real video. static nightvision view of door in an apartment complex corridor. real video. then one unique real scary evil demonic hollow pale evil zombie evil witch with no head but creepy smiling face in her belly moves out of corridor and past our view. real. real nightvision illumination. real natural movement. no talking. still view. real video. movie quality and realism
um homem adulto minusculo cai dentro de um pote de doces em cima da mesa enquanto grita "Amanda me ajuda eu estou pre...
um homem adulto minusculo cai dentro de um pote de doces em cima da mesa enquanto grita "Amanda me ajuda eu estou preso aqui!" De repente uma mulher adulta chamada Amanda aparece é a prima arrogante do homem logo apos isso ela simplismente ri e começa a zombar dele ela então pega o pote e começa a balançalo com o homem ainda dentro ela entao enfia a mão e agarra o homem e o engole! da para ouvir o estomago dela rocando no final ela deve dize algumas provocaçoes arrogantes E ele deve falar oque voce acha quno final a camera deve focar na barriga de amanda roncando e ela deve soltar um arroto ela deve fazer piadas sobre digerir o primo
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characte...
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characters are typical white Americans, realistic and natural in appearance. Close-up: Captain Rourke—a man in a crisp City Guard uniform—pours beer directly onto the head and face of a janitor in gray coveralls who stay in front of him. Beer streams down the janitor's face, dripping from his hair and chin. Rourke then kicks a metal mop bucket sitting next to the janitor, sending dirty water splashing across the floor. The janitor stands still, water dripping from his face, mop in hand. Around them, a crowd of people bar patrons watches in tense silence, phones lowered, bodies frozen. The janitor slowly wipes beer from his eyes, his expression shifting from calm to cold. He remains standing and pulls a small velvet box from his back pocket, opening it to reveal a medal with ten stars. Close-up on Rourke's face as recognition dawns—his smirk collapses into horror. The janitor says quietly but with absolute authority: "You just poured beer on the Supreme Commander." No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays, no subtitles. Cinematic, realistic, grounded tone, no subtitles.
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characte...
A dimly lit American dive bar at night, harsh overhead lights casting shadows across worn wooden floors. All characters are typical white Americans, realistic and natural in appearance. Close-up: Captain Rourke—a man in a crisp City Guard uniform—pours beer directly onto the head and face of a janitor in gray coveralls who stay in front of him. Beer streams down the janitor's face, dripping from his hair and chin. Rourke then kicks a metal mop bucket sitting next to the janitor, sending dirty water splashing across the floor. The janitor stands still, water dripping from his face, mop in hand. Around them, a crowd of people bar patrons watches in tense silence, phones lowered, bodies frozen. The janitor slowly wipes beer from his eyes, his expression shifting from calm to cold. He remains standing and pulls a small velvet box from his back pocket, opening it to reveal a medal with ten stars. Close-up on Rourke's face as recognition dawns—his smirk collapses into horror. The janitor says quietly but with absolute authority: "You just poured beer on the Supreme Commander." No logos, no brand names, no signage, no watermarks, no text overlays, no subtitles. Cinematic, realistic, grounded tone, no subtitles.
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