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    A dark-skinned, freckled woman with short, coiled hair grips the jaws of a massive alligator, pressing down with impressive strength as the beast thrashes beneath her. Her black dress is splattered with mud, but her straw hat remains perfectly in place. Her expression is unshaken while wrangling a ferocious reptile. The murky swamp stretches behind her, Spanish moss hanging low from the twisted trees.,in the style of cksc,anime, cyberpunk, DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting <lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.3><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 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>
    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 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  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>
    a title screen of a computer game called "Grand Clam Tennis". A clam playing tennis is pictured. In the bottom there is a button captioned "START SINGLE" below it there is a button captioned "START CAREER" and below it there is a button captioned "OPTIONS" and below it there is a button captioned  "QUIT GAME" and below that there is a clam holding a tennis racket.
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A chalice forged from molten lava, its surface perpetually shifting and flowing like a living, fiery river. The body of the chalice is smooth, with glowing orange and red patterns resembling ancient runes, constantly appearing and disappearing as the lava moves. The rim is edged with a blackened, obsidian-like material that contrasts sharply with the molten liquid within. Inside the chalice, a swirling vortex of liquid fire dances, its heat palpable even from a distance. The base is heavy, with veins of glowing magma coursing through the stone, grounding the otherwise fluid object in the physical world. The chalice stands on a wooden medieval table (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 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>
    Ghostlystyle,A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of  Beneath the surface of a still, fog-covered lake, the faint outline of an ancient, sunken church can be seen, its spires jutting up from the water like ghostly fingers. The lake is deathly quiet, its waters unnaturally calm, with not a single ripple disturbing its glassy surface. At the water’s edge, a lone rowboat sits half-submerged in the mud, its wood rotting and covered in moss, as though it has been abandoned for centuries. Above the lake, thick tendrils of mist swirl slowly, illuminated by the pale light of a full moon that hangs low in the night sky. The church’s windows, now broken and dark, seem to glow faintly from within, casting an eerie, pale light that flickers like a dying candle. The air is thick with the smell of damp earth and decaying vegetation, and the faint sound of distant, mournful bells can be heard echoing from the depths of the water. The surface of the lake shimmers slightly, as though something stirs just beneath, but no movement can be seen. The sense of something old and forgotten lingers in the air, as though the lake itself is haunted by the spirits of those long drowned in its depths. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.)<lora:FluxGhost-000001>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a neon-lit alley deep within the city’s underbelly, Action Boy presses his back against a graffiti-covered wall, his breath coming in short, sharp gasps. His jet-black suit, now torn and smeared with grime, reflects the soft glow of the buzzing neon signs above, casting him in shades of purple and green. The alley is tight and shadowy, with flickering streetlights and the distant sound of a bustling city that seems a world away from this hidden corner. Action Boy's green eyes dart from side to side, listening intently as heavy footsteps approach, the sound of metal boots clanging against the wet pavement. Rain drips from the edge of his hood, and his fists crackle with faint energy as he prepares for the inevitable confrontation. Above, the towering skyscrapers loom, their windows glowing like stars in the night sky, and the faint hum of distant hovercars fills the air. The alley’s walls are covered in posters of fallen heroes, their faces faded and torn, a grim reminder of the stakes. Action Boy inhales deeply, steadying his nerves, as the shadows around him grow darker, signaling the arrival of his pursuers. (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 trade ship shaped like a giant mechanical dragonfly skims across a lake of liquid crystal. Its wings are made of stained glass and thin metal filaments that shimmer with rainbow light, while its segmented body houses different levels of markets and living quarters. The liquid crystal below forms into temporary islands where the ship stops to trade, each island a different color and geometric pattern. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp,<lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>
    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.
    ne0nfant4sy, A fallen angel, her once-white wings now charred and tattered, crouches on the edge of a crumbling stone temple. Her once-radiant skin, now a pale, ashen gray, glows faintly in the dim light of a burning sky, and her golden hair falls in disheveled waves around her face. Her silver eyes, now dull with sorrow and rage, stare out over the broken world below, her hands gripping a twisted, blackened sword. Her armor, once gleaming and pristine, is now scorched and shattered, hanging in pieces from her slender frame. The dark clouds above swirl ominously, lit from below by the fires of a world consumed by chaos. Behind her, the remnants of a holy city lie in ruins, its once-grand spires reduced to rubble, bathed in an eerie red glow. Her expression is one of deep anguish, her jaw clenched as if she’s fighting back tears, while a single, blackened feather drifts from her wing, falling slowly to the ground. The air is thick with the scent of smoke and ash, and the faint echo of distant screams lingers in the background.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    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 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>,
    High in the mountains, nestled between jagged peaks, lies a lake that is also a colossal eye, its icy blue iris glimmering with a cold, unearthly light. The surrounding cliffs are covered in snow, and frozen waterfalls hang like crystal curtains around the lake, their sharp edges catching the light and reflecting it in myriad directions. The lake’s surface is perfectly smooth, like a mirror, with the eye staring unblinking at the stormy sky above, its pupil dilated as if in deep concentration. Occasionally, cracks form on the surface of the lake, spreading out like spiderwebs from the pupil, only to heal themselves as quickly as they appeared. Snowflakes drift down from the sky, but they melt before they can touch the surface, creating tiny puffs of steam that rise and vanish into the thin mountain air. The cold is intense, yet there is a sense of profound stillness here, as if time itself has frozen around this all-seeing eye. It is a place of stark, surreal beauty, where the very elements seem to be in thrall to the gaze of the lake-eye. (high-resolution, dynamic, energetic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer<lora:Adventure_Comic_Book><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    A captivating fantasy elf portrait set in a surreal, floating garden in the sky. The elf, with iridescent, translucent wings like those of a dragonfly, sits gracefully on a floating crystal lily pad. Her flowing hair shimmers with every color of the rainbow and cascades down, merging with the floating flora around her. Her eyes are deep pools of starlight, and her delicate, silver gown is adorned with tiny, twinkling constellations. The garden is filled with glowing, bioluminescent flowers and whimsical, hovering orbs of light. The backdrop features a swirling nebula sky with vibrant hues of pink and purple, creating a dreamlike, cosmic atmosphere. The portrait combines elements of ethereal beauty and celestial wonder, blending fantasy with a touch of otherworldly magic.
    A blind oracle mermaid resting on crystal-encrusted rocks by the shore. Her scales shift colors with each prophecy she speaks, and ancient runes float in the water around her. Her white eyes reflect visions of possible futures..Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:FluxMythR3alisticF>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image ofA close-up portrait of a miniature forest ecosystem thriving inside an ordinary glass jar on a cluttered office desk. The jar, usually reserved for holding pens or paper clips, now houses a tiny, self-sustaining world. Inside, towering trees made of moss rise from a lush, green undergrowth, with delicate ferns and tiny, colorful flowers blooming in the corners. The ecosystem is complete with a small, glimmering waterfall cascading over miniature rocks, creating a pool that reflects the fluorescent office lights above. The jar is positioned among mundane office supplies—staplers, sticky notes, and coffee mugs—creating a stark contrast between the bustling life inside the jar and the lifeless objects around it. The vibrant greens and blues within the jar pop against the neutral tones of the office, drawing the eye and inviting curiosity. This image evokes a sense of wonder, as if nature has reclaimed a small piece of the sterile, corporate world. (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>
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