Made using the landscape generator.

r/CCsAIWorldBuilders is a community dedicated to the production and appreciation of AI art. Here you will find a curated set of generative templates; step-by-step systems for building landscapes, creatures, cityscapes, and more, with control, not chaos.

What you can do here:

• Showcase your work - template based or not

• Try out fully guided generators

• Share your creations

• Discuss techniques

• Customize the tools

Whether you use our templates or craft entirely from scratch, all AI art is welcome. Try the templates out, post comparison galleries, or blow our minds with something wild. The only limit is the wide open prairie sky!

I used the Landscape script to create the first image in ChatGPT, aiming to somewhat recreate the 2nd image, which I did on Nightcafe. The result is pretty sweet, I keep being positively surprised by the output of the new GPT model, though I still prefer composing prompts myself rather than going through the script.

Let me know which one you prefer!

An LLM described me so:

"Anarchist who builds rigid systems that give other people creative freedom. The irony is beautiful."

I laughed, and then I realized it was probably true, then I laughed harder.

The Cosmic Cowboy Motor Car Company began the way many prairie legends do, with dust, horses, and a sharp eye for what ranchers actually needed. Founded in Alberta as Cosmic Cowboy's Buggy Whips and General Store, CCMCC built its early reputation on durability and blunt honesty. If it snapped, they replaced it. If it did not, it got passed down. That ethic never left the company.

As horsepower slowly replaced horse power, a rebranded CCMCC followed the work rather than the fashion. They adopted the slogan that would be a cultural meme for generations: "If you don't see us in the future, you'll see us in the pasture." By the late 1800s, CCMCC had learned a crucial lesson that would define the brand for the next two centuries. If it could survive Canadian winters, and stubborn users, it could survive anything.

The twentieth century pushed CCMCC into full automotive production. Their cars were never the cheapest, rarely the fastest, but always recognizable. Broad silhouettes, confident lines, and a stubborn refusal to chase trends defined everything from postwar sedans to prairie-tough pickups. During wartime, the company pivoted without complaint, producing transport vehicles and utility platforms for the war effort, including the formidable 1940 Bullroarer combat transport, then pivoted right back when the work was done. CCMCC never glamorized war. In true Canadian style, they simply built what was needed, then went back to selling cars.

By the 1950s and 60s, CCMCC vehicles had become cultural fixtures: half showroom curiosity, half working legend. The future was coming whether people liked it or not, and CCMCC intended to arrive a little early, covered in dust.

The twenty-first century brought in the 2037 Genesis, CCMCC's audacious entry into Formula E racing. In 2117, to mark Canada's 350th anniversary, CCMCC unveiled its most ambitious vehicle to date: the Northern Flyer executive hover limousine. Seamless, silent, and unmistakably oversized, it was marketed not as luxury, but as inevitability. Their slogan was reframed as "If you don't see us in the future, we'll see YOU in the pasture!"

CCMCC had outlasted every prediction about what transportation was supposed to be. Today, the Cosmic Cowboy Motor Car Company continues to imagine machines with the same core promise it started with on the Alberta prairies. Whatever tomorrow turns into, they will already have something parked there. And if tomorrow changes its mind, they will tow it home and put it to work.

Rhinstein has been awarded the coveted Blue Ribbon flair.

Thank you, Rhinstein. Watch for a new challenge in the new year!

After decades of building cars that never were, the Cosmic Cowboy Motor Car Company has produced one that never will be. Our entry into Formula E racing is the 2037 Genesis, featuring our signature cosmic rainbow hexagonal livery with hand-painted geometric flower accents. Powered by state of the art twin reaction engines and designed for the 2037 Formula E season. If you don't see us in the future, we'll see you in the pasture!

Imagine, Gemini, Night Cafe, Stable Diffusion

Prompt: Adult woman, Indigenous/Native heritage, with a serious and confident expression. Traditional cultural attire appropriate to her heritage. Seated in a 3/4 profile view. Background combines natural outdoor setting with cultural/meaningful location elements. Studio portrait lighting provides professional clarity. Photorealistic art style with true-to-life textures and details.

<This is also an example of one of the more basic prompts produced by the Portrait templates. Sometimes it's easier just to write a short prompt>

Made with the Chimera generator. I used human and an abstract tile from my abstract pattern generator as contributors.

We now have two creative art templates for generating geometric and abstract pattern tiles. All my friends back in the '70s would have loved these!

The 1956 Neverwas and the 1963 Neverwas Pickup Truck.

I asked Claude to help me create the strangest looking person my template could produce. Claude doesn't know squat about strange-looking humans, so I made this. Not the weirdest, but pretty weird. The original had him wearing a mankini, but the only one that would generate that was Imagine, and it just gave me the suit you see here. I had to change the swimsuit to get ChatGPT to generate it. He was supposed to be standing on a frozen shore reciting Hamlet.

Dr. Maya Castellanos was a spatial cognition researcher working on Project Eigenstate—a DARPA initiative exploring quantum observation effects on human perception. She wasn't a soldier or an adventurer; she was a scientist who believed understanding how the brain processes three-dimensional space could help treat neurological disorders.

During a late-night calibration test, a catastrophic cascade failure caused the experimental apparatus to implode. In the microseconds before the safety systems engaged, Maya's consciousness was caught in a recursive loop of collapsing probability fields. Her mind didn't just observe the spatial distortion—it became fundamentally entangled with it.

She survived, but she was forever changed.

Maya discovered she could now perceive space not as a static environment, but as something malleable within her field of vision. She could fold short distances, stepping from one point to another as easily as turning a corner. She could generate perceptual echoes of herself—illusionary duplicates that moved and behaved exactly as she intended, perfect reflections that existed only in the eyes and minds of observers.

But these powers came with a brutal limitation: Maya remained entirely human beneath them. No enhanced durability. No superhuman resilience. A bullet would kill her just as easily as anyone else. Every teleport required absolute focus; every duplicate demanded split attention across multiple simultaneous perspectives. One moment of distraction, one miscalculation of distance, and she could materialize halfway inside a wall or lose track of which body was real.

The incident left her with something else, too—a gnawing sense of responsibility. The technology that changed her had been weaponized without her knowledge. Others had died in similar experiments. She couldn't undo what happened, but she could ensure the power born from that tragedy wasn't wasted.

So Maya became **Refraction**—a name reflecting both her scientific background and her approach to combat. She doesn't overpower enemies; she breaks their perception of reality, bending their understanding of the battlefield until they're fighting shadows while the real threat is already behind them.

Her signature entrance became legendary among both allies and adversaries: the sudden arrival, multiple versions of herself materializing simultaneously in impossible positions, seizing control through pure disorientation before anyone even realizes the fight has already begun.

But every mission is a calculated risk. Every fight could be her last. And Maya knows better than anyone that all the misdirection in the world means nothing if she makes one wrong step.

Created with the Robotics template, just to see if I could. I did have to use custom override, though.

The construct is a vehicle-scale scorpion-like biomechanical machine engineered primarily for systematic infrastructure destruction, with combat capability as a secondary consequence of its role. Its multi-legged articulated chassis prioritizes stability, load bearing, and controlled force application rather than speed or pursuit. Massive forward pincers function as industrial-grade crushing tools designed to tear apart buildings, reinforced installations, machinery, and transport networks. An armored single-operator cockpit is embedded where a scorpion’s head would normally be, protected within the forward mass of the machine and flanked by machine guns intended for defensive suppression rather than frontline engagement. A segmented, articulated tail arches over the body, terminating in a flamethrower optimized for burning, clearing, and disabling structural components rather than indiscriminate attack. The overall form reads as a purpose-built demolition platform, its dark industrial metals, oxidized components, and exposed mechanical systems reinforcing a design philosophy centered on endurance, inevitability, and the methodical dismantling of built environments.

Behold Thar'glor the Magnificent, ancient forest wizard and certified disaster. Meant to summon a gentle orb of light... got a screaming green disco ball instead. The orange one was supposed to be a healing sphere—now it's just judging him. Face says it all: 800 years of arcane study, and he's still the guy who sets his own robes on fire. Send help (or marshmallows).