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    A whimsical recruiting poster for 'Hogwarts: School of Magic for Hogs,' featuring a proud, noble hog in a wizard's robe, holding a glowing wand with sparks of magic swirling around it. The hog stands atop a hill, with a majestic castle in the background, complete with turrets and banners flapping in the breeze. The sky is filled with enchanted flying books, broomsticks, and shimmering spell runes. The slogan across the top reads, 'Unleash Your Inner Magic! Join the Ranks of the Wise and Warty!' Below, the text encourages young hogs to 'Enroll Today and Master the Mystical Arts.' The poster is filled with vibrant colors, from the rich greens of the landscape to the sparkling gold of the magical effects, creating an enchanting and humorous invitation to a world where hogs harness the power of wizardry. Hyper-detailed, playful, fantasy-inspired, 16k resolution, enchanting and humorous, masterpiece.
    ne0nfant4sy, A ghoulish lich, his decayed face hidden beneath a hood of tattered black robes, stands with his skeletal hands clutching a glowing, crimson gemstone. His fleshless fingers are adorned with rings, each one glowing faintly with dark magic, while his sunken, glowing red eyes peer out from the shadows of his hood. The gemstone pulses with dark energy, casting a sickly red light over his hollow, skeletal features. Around his neck hangs an ancient amulet, inscribed with runes of forbidden magic. Behind him, a crumbling tower rises into the night, its stone walls etched with countless years of arcane symbols. The sky above is dark and starless, save for a blood-red moon that casts an eerie glow over the desolate landscape. The faint whispers of spirits echo in the air around him, and the ground beneath his feet is cracked and lifeless. His expression, though devoid of flesh, is one of sinister glee, a master of death holding unimaginable power. The crimson glow from the gemstone illuminates his skeletal grin, casting long shadows across the tattered remnants of his robes.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    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>
    A lone figure in dark, storm-weathered armor stands on the edge of a towering, wind-battered plateau, overlooking a vast, rolling landscape of stone and chasms. Shards of glowing, crystalline plants scatter the landscape below, illuminating the scene with an ethereal light. The winds whip around, carrying faint echoes of distant thunder. The figure grips a massive, ancient blade etched with runes, its surface glinting as if reflecting unseen storms. Lightning arcs in the distance, and shadows dance across the stone beneath their feet, hinting at the unseen forces swirling around them. <lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    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 bustling port city teems with life as a wave of newcomers disembarks from towering wooden ships. Families clutch their few belongings as they step onto the cobbled docks, their faces filled with a mix of exhaustion and hope. A weary mother holds her child’s hand tightly, while merchants and city officials oversee the influx with ledgers in hand. In the background, grand buildings rise, promising a new life, while street vendors offer food to the hungry travelers. <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 A ghost samurai with long, flowing black hair and pale, ethereal skin stands on the surface of a dark, reflective ocean, her translucent form shimmering faintly in the pale moonlight. She is young, no more than 25, but her spectral presence radiates an ancient power. Her haunted eyes glow a soft blue, and she wields a katana made of pure, condensed mist that drips like water. At her side floats her companion, a ghostly fox with nine glowing tails, each tail swaying slowly in the still air. The ocean beneath them seems endless, but strange, floating islands hover in the sky above, with twisted trees growing upside down. The fox's eyes shine a deep blue, matching its master, and ghostly wisps of energy swirl around its form. Both samurai and pet are enveloped in a mist that hovers over the water, and the moon above them is broken into jagged pieces, as if shattered long ago, casting fragmented beams of light.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), MythP0rt<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image oA hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of Within the decaying remains of an old, abandoned mansion, a ghostly figure with hollow, glowing green eyes floats silently above a broken grand piano, its keys worn and covered in dust. The figure is dressed in an elegant, old-fashioned suit, his translucent form flickering as he slowly drifts through the dark, cobweb-strewn room. The faded wallpaper peels from the walls, and the once-opulent chandelier above sways gently, its glass crystals clinking faintly in the stillness. Moonlight streams in through the cracked, dirt-streaked windows, casting faint shadows across the tattered rugs and broken furniture scattered throughout the room. The air is thick with the musty scent of decay and the faint echoes of forgotten music, as though the ghost is trapped in a moment of the past, forever repeating his final performance. His fingers hover just above the piano keys, as if poised to play, but no sound emerges from the long-silent instrument. The mansion creaks and groans with age, its forgotten grandeur crumbling around the lone, spectral musician. The atmosphere is heavy with the weight of lost memories and unfinished melodies, as the ghost lingers, bound to his eternal concert. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt (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 radiant aasimar cleric, her silver hair flowing in waves down her back, holds a staff aloft as golden light pours from her open hands. Her pale, alabaster skin glows with an otherworldly aura, and her celestial blue eyes burn with divine purpose. Her flowing robes, white and gold with intricate celestial designs, billow around her as if caught in a breeze that only she can feel. A pair of ethereal wings spread behind her, shimmering with soft light, casting a warm glow on the stone floor beneath her. Her staff is adorned with glowing sigils that pulse in rhythm with the light from her hands, amplifying the healing energy that radiates outward. Around her, faint, ghostly images of long-passed warriors appear, their spirits lifted by her divine magic, their translucent forms glowing with renewed strength. The walls of the temple around her are lined with ancient, golden mosaics, and beams of sunlight pierce through the high, arched windows, illuminating the dust-filled air. Her expression is one of serene concentration, eyes closed as she channels the power of the heavens. In this moment, she is the embodiment of light, peace, and holy retribution. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    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 hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a vast canyon, the sound of war pipes echoes off the red stone walls as a clan of warriors marches in unison across the dusty ground. The piper, a tall, lean figure with bronze skin and glowing green eyes, stands atop a boulder, his instrument wailing a high, eerie tune that sends shivers through the hearts of all who hear it. His wild, flame-colored hair whips in the wind, and his eyes gleam with fierce determination as he directs the army below. The pipes themselves are carved from bone, and each note seems to carry the weight of ancient battles long since forgotten. Around him, the canyon is alive with the sound of marching feet, the rhythmic beat of drums, and the metallic clang of weapons being prepared for battle. Dust rises in great clouds as the army moves forward, their faces set in grim determination, following the haunting call of the pipes. Above, vultures circle lazily in the blue sky, waiting for the battle to begin. The sound of the pipes weaves through the canyon like a living thing, rising and falling with the wind, a call to arms that cannot be ignored. (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 close-up of a woman with eyes made of pure liquid gold, their surface smooth and reflective, catching the light with an otherworldly shimmer. Her skin is a deep, velvety black, so flawless that it almost absorbs the light around her, creating a striking contrast with her glowing eyes. Delicate gold leaf patterns are etched into her cheeks and forehead, shimmering softly with each movement. The background is a blurred, abstract swirl of deep blues and purples, creating a dreamy, celestial atmosphere. Realistic highlights emphasize the liquid quality of her eyes, with subtle reflections on their glossy surface. Her lips are a soft, muted gold, glossy and perfectly shaped, catching the light with subtle reflections. One hand, adorned with intricate golden rings, rests gracefully on her shoulder, the metal gleaming against the dark velvet of her skin.<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    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.
    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 bright yellow duck, wearing oversized mirrored sunglasses and a tropical flower necklace, balances expertly on a surfboard, cutting through the crest of an enormous wave. The water is a swirling mix of blues and greens, foamy spray frozen in time as it arcs around the duck’s outstretched wings. A small crowd of bewildered seagulls watches mid-flight, their heads tilted in disbelief. The horizon stretches endlessly in the background, where the setting sun casts a golden glow across the ocean’s surface.<lora:XRSTYLE_FLUX:0.5><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.5><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    A professional photograph of At the heart of a neon-lit megacity, a sorceress with iridescent, silver hair and pale lavender skin hovers in the air, her robes flowing as they pulse with intricate circuitry woven into the fabric. Below her, the city streets are a mix of towering skyscrapers and floating platforms, with holographic advertisements flickering amidst ancient stone ruins that have been built into the very fabric of the futuristic metropolis. In one hand, she holds a staff made of sleek chrome and ancient runes, its tip glowing with a swirling orb of raw energy. Across from her, a squadron of heavily-armored cyber-soldiers moves in unison, their glowing visors scanning her as they raise their energy rifles, ready to strike. Above, flying drones buzz through the sky, casting long shadows over the city’s underbelly where slums and tech debris create a labyrinthine maze. The air is thick with the hum of machinery and the low murmur of distant engines, but a sudden gust of wind, infused with the sorceress’s arcane power, causes the city’s power grid to flicker. The scene is a tense standoff between the arcane and the technological, where ancient magic confronts the cold precision of a cybernetic army.<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a female, with short, spiked white hair and pale, almost translucent skin, belonging to a mysterious race of ice witches. She appears to be in her early 30s, her gaze cold and calculating beneath a sinister, horned mask. The mask is carved from ancient, enchanted ice, with jagged, crystalline horns that protrude from either side, each one glistening with frozen shards. The surface of the mask is smooth, but faint blue runes pulse with a chilling light, spreading an aura of cold that seems to seep from the mask itself. Her lips are blue and slightly parted, revealing sharp, icicle-like teeth, and her icy blue eyes glow with a dangerous, arcane power. The background is a swirling mist of frosty whites and cool blues, with hints of silver that shimmer like the Northern Lights, creating a scene that is both beautiful and terrifying. The combination of the horned mask and the icy backdrop gives her the appearance of an ancient, powerful witch, commanding the frozen forces of her homeland. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:Anime v1.3:1.2>
    A fiery-haired fire elemental, her skin a molten bronze that seems to ripple with heat, stands with her hands ablaze, flames licking up her arms. Her bright red hair, made entirely of flickering fire, dances wildly around her sharp, angular face, casting a warm, orange glow over her features. Her eyes, glowing embers of gold and crimson, burn with an intensity that matches the inferno she commands. Her body, covered in swirling, molten patterns, radiates heat, and the air around her shimmers with waves of intense heat. Behind her, a landscape of molten lava flows, bubbling and churning as sparks fly into the sky. The distant, jagged silhouette of volcanoes looms, their peaks spewing ash and fire into the night sky. Her expression is one of fierce, unbridled power, her lips curved into a dangerous smile as she revels in her element. The flames that consume her seem alive, wrapping around her like a second skin, ready to unleash destruction. The glow of the lava reflects in her eyes, making them burn even brighter, full of wrath and wild beauty.<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>
    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>
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