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    A photorealistic image of a bowl of cereal with tiny, comically fierce faces on each piece, as a spoon looms over them like a horror movie villain. The cereal pieces are "running" away in panic, spilling milk everywhere. Photography, humorous, hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a grand library filled with towering shelves of ancient, leather-bound books, a scholar with glowing blue eyes and softly crackling skin pores over a tome, his hands carefully turning the delicate pages. The other scholars in the room, with their parchment and quills, move in silence, their robes rustling softly as they go about their work, but they give the glowing figure a wide berth. His skin, faintly illuminated by an inner light, is too bright for the dim, candlelit room, and the gentle crackling sound of his energy disrupts the otherwise peaceful atmosphere. The knowledge in the room is vast, ancient, but the scholar knows he will never truly belong among these humans, who look at him with a mixture of awe and fear. He understands the languages of the books better than anyone else here, but his very presence is a reminder that he is something other, something unnatural. The scholars around him, with their quiet whispers and hushed movements, are a world away, even though they are in the same room.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    On the windswept plains of an endless desert, a tiefling with deep crimson skin and spiraling, golden horns builds towering sand sculptures that shimmer with trapped starlight. Her hands move with a dancer’s grace, shaping the fine, magical sand into intricate castles, creatures, and mythical scenes. Each finished piece glows faintly in the moonlight, their surfaces rippling as if alive. The desert wind carries a faint, melodic hum that seems to harmonize with the tiefling’s soft singing, her golden eyes reflecting the endless expanse of the starry sky above. Around her, glowing dunes stretch as far as the eye can see, their shifting shapes catching the light of the twin moons. A small, mischievous dust spirit flits around her sculptures, adding tiny flourishes to her work and giggling softly. The air is cool and dry, carrying the faint scent of jasmine that blooms from her enchanted satchel. The tiefling’s tail sways rhythmically as she steps back to admire her work, the joy of creation evident on her face. Despite the vastness of the desert, her art brings a sense of warmth and connection to the space. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, High resolution, high detail. Highly detailed. , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    A close-up of a warrior’s hand gripping an ancient, enchanted sword. The blade glows faintly with a blue, mystical light, and intricate runes are etched along its edge, pulsing with power. The hilt is adorned with a large, brilliant sapphire that reflects the light from the sword, casting a soft glow on the warrior's weathered fingers. In the background, blurred but visible, is the shadowy entrance of a foreboding castle. The atmosphere is tense, with the air around the sword crackling with magical energy.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A young dragonborn man with scales of shimmering gold and piercing blue eyes is tending to a field of glowing, red poppies on the edge of a massive, floating island. He wears a long, flowing robe made from the woven feathers of phoenixes, and a golden circlet encrusted with rubies rests on his brow. The poppies, each one glowing with a soft red light, sway gently in the breeze as he carefully waters them from a jug of liquid fire. The floating island is surrounded by a vast, starry sky, with distant planets and moons visible on the horizon. As he tends to the poppies, their glow intensifies, and the air around them begins to shimmer with heat. The dragonborn’s scales catch the light, reflecting the red glow of the poppies in a dazzling display. The scene is a vivid blend of the fantastical and the serene, where the dragonborn’s strange attire and the glowing poppies create a powerful image of life flourishing in a surreal, otherworldly environment. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a young female Dark Eldar Succubus with long, sleek black hair and smooth, pale blue skin. Her piercing, violet eyes are narrowed as she grasps a glowing, crimson blade that seems to pulse with a life of its own. She’s in the middle of a dark, twisted arena deep within Commorragh, the air thick with the scent of blood and the sounds of distant screams. Her lithe, armored form is adorned with spikes and barbs, each piece of her blood-red armor designed to instill fear and pain. A strange, spiked headpiece made of dark metal encircles her head, framing her face with a sinister elegance. The blade in her hand vibrates with dark energy, its surface covered in shifting, runic symbols that glow faintly in the dim light. She holds the blade close to her face, her lips curling into a predatory smile as the weapon hums with anticipation. The arena around her seems to pulse in time with the blade’s energy, as if the entire place is alive with the dark power of the weapon. Her gaze is fixed on the blade, her eyes reflecting its crimson glow as she prepares to unleash its deadly power. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    ne0nfant4sy,  Amidst the ruins of a once-great city, now overrun with creeping vines and shattered skyscrapers, a lone scavenger with dirt-streaked skin and sun-bleached blonde hair stands on a crumbling highway overpass. Her torn, patchwork clothing is cobbled together from scavenged armor, rusted metal plates, and worn leather, while a shotgun slung over her shoulder glints faintly in the fading light. Below her, a horde of the undead shuffles aimlessly through the decaying streets, their rotting limbs dragging across the pavement, but her sharp, green eyes are locked on a distant figure in the wreckage—a survivor, barely moving. The sky above is an angry swirl of storm clouds, tinged with a sickly green hue, while ash falls gently from the sky like snow. Twisted remnants of vehicles litter the streets below, overgrown with vines and rust, the skeletal remains of civilization long gone. In the distance, the faint hum of an old, broken-down generator echoes through the wasteland, providing the only sound other than the occasional groan from the undead below. Her fingers flex around the hilt of her machete, the blade stained with both rust and blood, ready for the chaos that’s bound to follow her next move. The scene is tense, filled with the weight of survival in a world where death lurks in every shadow.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    a closeup of a young female Dark Eldar Succubus with long, sleek black hair and smooth, pale blue skin. Her piercing, violet eyes are narrowed as she grasps a glowing, crimson blade that seems to pulse with a life of its own. She’s in the middle of a dark, twisted arena deep within Commorragh, the air thick with the scent of blood and the sounds of distant screams. Her lithe, armored form is adorned with spikes and barbs, each piece of her blood-red armor designed to instill fear and pain. A strange, spiked headpiece made of dark metal encircles her head, framing her face with a sinister elegance. The blade in her hand vibrates with dark energy, its surface covered in shifting, runic symbols that glow faintly in the dim light. She holds the blade close to her face, her lips curling into a predatory smile as the weapon hums with anticipation. The arena around her seems to pulse in time with the blade’s energy, as if the entire place is alive with the dark power of the weapon. Her gaze is fixed on the blade, her eyes reflecting its crimson glow as she prepares to unleash its deadly power. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:XRSTYLE_FLUX:0.5><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.4><lora:MoriiMee_Gothic_Niji_Style_FLUX:0.3>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a vast, open battlefield under the light of a waning moon, a lone figure with alabaster skin and hair as white as snow stands amidst a sea of broken skulls and shattered bones. His eyes, glowing with a faint, silver light, scan the horizon as a cold wind whips through the battlefield, sending clouds of dust and ash swirling around him. The ground beneath his feet is littered with the remains of warriors from ages past, their skulls cracked and broken from the brutality of battle. His armor, once gleaming, is now battered and streaked with blood and dirt, but the massive, bone-handled axe in his hands still shines with an eerie, white glow. Behind him, the skeletal remains of a giant beast rise from the ground, its massive skull half-buried in the earth, casting a long, ominous shadow across the field. The sky above is a dull gray, with dark clouds gathering on the horizon, and the faint rumble of thunder can be heard in the distance. The air is heavy with the scent of death and smoke, and the quiet stillness of the battlefield is broken only by the occasional clatter of bones shifting in the wind. The scene is one of desolation and aftermath, where the skulls of the fallen warriors bear silent witness to the horrors of war. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A towering wall of blazing, magical fire stretches across a battlefield, its molten embers licking the air like living serpents. On one side, an army of shadowy figures halts just before the inferno, their weapons reflecting the crimson glow. A lone mage stands before the flames, their cloak billowing, hands raised as glowing runes spiral around them, feeding the barrier with raw energy. Behind them, the last remnants of a city’s defenders take a breath of relief, knowing that, for now, the fire will hold. The sky above is darkened with storm clouds, the red glow of the firewall casting eerie, flickering silhouettes on the stone walls behind.<lora:OBInstant camera portrait photography V2.0:1.0>, <lora:Dark side of light:0.55>, <lora:aidmaFLUXPro1.1-FLUX-v0.3:1.0>, <lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.8>,
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the frozen tundra of the northern wastes, a pale-skinned woman with platinum hair, wrapped in thick furs, trudges through waist-deep snow, her breath fogging in the bitterly cold air. Her blue eyes, sharp and fierce, scan the horizon, where towering mountains rise against a sky darkening with an approaching blizzard. Despite the biting wind that cuts through her clothing, her expression remains one of cold determination, her body moving with steady purpose through the harsh environment. The ice clings to her fur-lined cloak, and her face is flushed with the cold, but her pace never falters, even as the storm grows nearer. Her hands grip a wooden staff, its surface worn smooth from years of use, and strapped to her back is a massive, battle-scarred shield that has clearly seen its share of conflict. Around her, the tundra stretches out endlessly, a barren wasteland of ice and snow, but she moves forward with unwavering resolve. Her boots crunch through the frost, leaving a trail behind her, the only sign of life in the desolate landscape. The scene is a testament to endurance in the face of nature’s brutal extremes, a woman whose strength lies not just in her body, but in her unshakable spirit. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A detailed, conceptual painting captures a mystical library suspended within a swirling, cosmic vortex. Rows of ancient, leather-bound books float gently around a central spiral staircase that leads to a golden portal at the top. Ethereal orbs of light hover beside each book, emitting a soft, bluish glow. At the base of the staircase, an elderly librarian in flowing robes stands with one hand raised, as if commanding the floating books to return to their places. The vortex outside is filled with stars and constellations that seem to dance and change shape, and the warm, golden light emanating from the portal suggests an entrance to another realm entirely.<lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.6> <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.75> <lora:aidmaFLUXpro1.1:0.7> <lora:aidmaHyperRealismV0.2:0.4> <lora:Shattered_Void:0.62> <lora:MysticFantasy:0.4> <lora:Magic of Art (FLUX):0.4> <lora:HORROR_lora.TA_trained:0.8> <lora:lorafy_detail_enhancer:0.7>
    ne0nfant4sy, A fae assassin, her pale violet skin bathed in moonlight, crouches low on a twisted tree branch, her delicate wings shimmering like a dragonfly's. Her sharp, angular features are masked by a hood of black silk, only her glowing, lavender eyes visible beneath the shadow of the cowl. Her silver hair, cut short and wild, catches the light as her slender fingers caress the hilt of a dagger, its blade engraved with ancient runes. Around her waist, a belt of poisons and throwing knives clinks softly as she shifts, blending seamlessly into the shadows. The trees around her, twisted and ancient, seem almost sentient, their gnarled branches reaching out like claws. The faint scent of night-blooming flowers mingles with the damp earth beneath her. Her wings twitch silently, ready to propel her into the darkness, and the tension in her coiled form suggests a lethal strike is imminent. Her eyes are narrowed in focused determination, a silent predator in the night. The ethereal glow of the moonlight casts a ghostly sheen over her form, highlighting the deadly elegance of her figure.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    A close-up of a young gnome woman with short, spiky pink hair and pale, freckled skin as she peers through thick, multi-lensed goggles at a tiny, metallic triangle floating just above her palm. Her bright blue eyes are filled with curiosity and excitement as the triangle emits tiny sparks of electricity in her cluttered workshop filled with strange, half-finished machines and gadgets. She wears a long, patchwork coat made of various materials, some metallic and others organic, with odd tools and gears sewn into the fabric. A wide-brimmed metal helmet, equipped with additional lenses and tiny antennae, rests on her head, completing her eccentric look. As she leans in closer, the triangle begins to spin faster, sending out tiny arcs of electricity that dance around her fingers. The workshop around her hums with life, every machine and contraption buzzing in sync with the triangle’s movements. Her expression shifts from excitement to deep concentration as she tinkers with the triangle’s mechanisms, trying to unlock its hidden potential. detailmaximizer<lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.8>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of  Beneath the swirling colors of a nebula in deep space, a lone figure with onyx-black skin and glowing, violet eyes floats weightlessly among the stars, their body encased in a sleek, reflective suit of armor. The nebula’s vibrant hues—shades of electric blue, deep purple, and fiery orange—illuminate the figure’s form, casting a soft, ethereal glow over the endless expanse of stars that stretch out in all directions. Surrounding them, massive, floating chunks of space debris and ancient, crumbling starships drift lazily through the void, remnants of a long-forgotten battle. The figure’s hands are outstretched, fingertips glowing with a soft, golden light as they manipulate the energy of the cosmos, drawing power from the very fabric of space itself. Far below, the faint outline of a distant planet can be seen, its surface a shimmering tapestry of swirling clouds and vast oceans. The air—or lack thereof—is silent, save for the soft hum of the energy that pulses through the figure’s armor, resonating with the distant stars. Above, the nebula continues to swirl and shift, its colors bleeding into one another like a cosmic painting. The scene is one of quiet solitude and infinite wonder, where the mysteries of the universe unfold in the vast, silent expanse of space. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    On a wooden dock that stretches into an endless expanse of shimmering, star-filled liquid, an old man in a wide-brimmed hat sits patiently, holding a fishing rod with an impossibly thin, silver thread. The “water” is not water at all—it is the night sky itself, a vast pool of slowly swirling galaxies and celestial bodies that drift lazily below the wooden planks. Tiny planets bob on the surface like lily pads, their miniature atmospheres glowing softly with distant lightning storms. As the old man reels in his line, a cluster of tiny meteorites break the surface, sending ripples of constellations spiraling outward. His tackle box beside him is filled with glass vials, each containing bottled nebulae and tiny supernovas that pulse with quiet, contained explosions. A small cat made of pure shadow sits at his feet, gazing into the abyss with luminous, crescent-moon eyes. Overhead, the aurora borealis flickers like the reflection of some unseen bonfire, shifting hues in silent conversation with the lake below. The dock itself never seems to end, stretching infinitely into the horizon where the cosmos and water blur into one. , detailed background  Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, ,  DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, NeoPigma, in the style of cksc, anime, cyberpunk, a masterpiece, award winning,<lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:NeoPigmaV3:0.35><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>
    A TV show poster for a parody series titled "Breaking Bread," playing on the name of the famous show Breaking Bad. The poster features a stern-looking baker in a flour-dusted apron, with a rolling pin slung over his shoulder like a weapon. He stands in the middle of a rustic bakery, surrounded by stacks of bread loaves, pastries, and bags of flour, all arranged to mimic the iconic desert backdrop from the original show.

Behind him, the bakery's chalkboard menu lists items like "Cinnamon Swirl Cartel" and "Blueberry Muffin Meth," hinting at the culinary chaos that’s about to unfold. The baker’s expression is intense, yet comically serious, as if he's about to take on the world with nothing but his dough and determination.

The title "Breaking Bread" is displayed in bold, stylized text at the top, with the "Breaking" in a gritty, cracked font, while "Bread" is written in warm, golden letters resembling freshly baked loaves. The tagline beneath reads, "Baking is a Dangerous Game," adding to the pun-filled humor.

The overall color scheme of the poster is a mix of warm, bakery hues with the gritty, dark tones reminiscent of the original show, blending the intense drama of Breaking Bad with the lighthearted, culinary twist of "Breaking Bread."
    A demonic flower with razor-sharp petals emerges from cracked soil, its core pulsating with a fiery, hellish glow. Wisps of smoke rise from its edges as if it has just been scorched by an unseen flame. The background is a swirling mix of deep reds and blacks, giving the impression of an apocalyptic wasteland where only this monstrous bloom survives. Dark silhouettes of twisted trees stand like skeletal sentinels in the distance, their branches resembling grasping fingers., <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    a young woman with brown hair, dressed in a white cloak and green tunic, sitting on a rock beside a large, skeletal dragon-like creature. The creature's white bones contrast with its dark, jagged teeth. The background features a lush, green meadow with yellow flowers, and a partially cloudy sky. The style is vibrant and whimsical, with soft shading and detailed textures., detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    ne0nfant4sy, A techno-priestess, her emerald-green skin marked with glowing runes, stands atop a floating platform that levitates in a cavernous, alien cathedral. Her silver robes shimmer with thousands of nanotech particles, adjusting with her movements, while her bald head is crowned with a floating halo made of spinning, luminous data rings. Her hands are raised high, summoning a vast array of translucent digital screens, each displaying ancient symbols and futuristic code simultaneously. The staff she wields hums with both tech energy and eldritch power, its tip an orb of shifting energy, flickering between solid and ethereal states. Behind her, towering statues of forgotten gods, part machine, part stone, loom in the shadows, their eyes glowing faintly with residual energy. Floating drones, engraved with holy symbols, hover around her, chanting in synthetic voices. Her violet eyes are closed, deep in concentration, as she bridges the digital and divine realms. The air is heavy with both incense and the sharp tang of electric ozone, creating an atmosphere of reverence and technological wonder.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
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