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In the grand hall of the magic academy, a place where walls shimmered with shifting constellations and floors gleamed like polished obsidian, a young student stood at the center of a captivating scene. The air around him pulsed with latent energy, swirling with motes of glowing dust and spirals of iridescent magic. Towering columns stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, which depicted an ever- changing tapestry of cosmic wondersâstars, galaxies, and ancient runes that glowed faintly, casting the room in a mystical light. At the heart of this magical splendor stood the boy, a vision of youthful curiosity and untamed potential. His outfit was a vibrant tapestry of turquoise and purple, a kaleidoscope of colors that danced in the interplay of light and shadow. The tailored jacket he wore bore a striking resemblance to a suit coat, but its attached hood, pushed back slightly, hinted at a blend of elegance and practicality. The jacketâs fabric shimmered faintly, as though infused with magical threads, and its edges were trimmed with delicate white lines and symbols that seemed to shift subtly, as if alive with arcane power. Beneath the jacket, a matching vest echoed the same rich colors, perfectly tailored to his frame, and layered over a sleek black shirt that added depth to his ensemble. Around his waist flowed a long dress- like garment, split open in the front to reveal checkered trousers that alternated between deep turquoise and vivid purple. The intricate pattern seemed to ripple like water under the ethereal light, a mesmerizing detail that caught the eye. His boots, crafted from supple leather, were practical yet stylish, their dark sheen grounding the outfit with an air of quiet confidence. Perched atop his head was a cowboy- style hat, its wide brim shading his curly brown hair that tumbled in unruly waves. The hat bore the same turquoise and purple hues as his clothing, its brim adorned with white glyphs that glowed faintly like starlight. It lent him a playful, adventurous charm, blending the mystique of the arcane with the rugged flair of a wanderer. His satchel, slung casually over one shoulder, was well- worn but sturdy, its multiple compartments hinting at a life filled with endless exploration and discovery. Additional satchels and pouches hung from his belt, each intricately stitched with the same white symbols, bulging with scrolls, small artifacts, and magical trinkets. They jingled softly as he shifted, the sound blending seamlessly with the gentle hum of magic that permeated the hall. His youthful face was framed by his untamed curls, his blue eyes sparkling with both mischief and wonder. They darted around the hall, drinking in every detail of the grand space, from the floating chandeliers made of enchanted crystal to the ornate archways etched with ancient runes. His expression was one of quiet determination mixed with aweâa boy on the cusp of greatness, standing at the threshold of a world brimming with possibilities. The ambient magic in the hall seemed to respond to him, swirling around his figure like a living thing, wrapping him in a cocoon of shimmering light. Trails of glowing dust followed his slightest movement, forming fleeting shapesâglyphs, stars, and abstract patternsâthat dissolved into the air moments later. He moved with a youthful grace, his every step and gesture imbued with an unintentional charisma that drew the eye and held it. Though he carried no weapon, his very presence spoke of potential, of a latent power yet to be fully realized. He didnât need blades or staves; the air of magic surrounding him was weapon enough, a silent promise of what he might one day become. In this moment, however, he was simply a boy, a student at the start of his journey, filled with questions, dreams, and the boundless energy of youth. The magical hall seemed to embrace him, its swirling light and shadow framing him as the centerpiece of a living painting. The interplay of turquoise, purple, and white created a harmony of color that was both striking and serene, a perfect reflection of the world of magic and wonder he inhabited. He was the heart of the scene, a dynamic figure poised on the edge of the extraordinary, and the hall around him seemed to whisper: Here stands a boy destined for greatness. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX- daubrez- DB4RZ- v2:0. 8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0. 15>, <lora:artisketchyfs- v02:0. 2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0. 15>

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Under a vast, velvety night sky, where the moon hangs like a luminous pearl and countless stars twinkle like scattered diamonds, a medieval fantasy tower rises majestically from the edge of a gently flowing river. The scene is bathed in an ethereal blue glow, as if the heavens themselves have cast a spell over the land. The tower, a marvel of ancient craftsmanship, is a labyrinth of stone, wood, and magic, its silhouette a jagged yet harmonious blend of heights and angles against the backdrop of towering mountains and a dense, shadowy forest.
At its base, the structure begins with a sturdy house-like section, its first story sunken into the earth like a hidden cellar or storage space, its secrets buried deep within. Stone stairs, worn smooth by time and weather, curve gracefully upward to the second story, where the main living quarters begin. The house section boasts multiple levels, each with its own unique height and character, crowned by steep, pointy roofs adorned with shimmering blue shingles that catch the moonlight like scales of a mythical sea creature.
From the heart of this architectural wonder rises the central tower, a colossal cylindrical structure that pierces the night sky. Its stone walls, weathered yet unyielding, are punctuated by numerous windows framed in rich, dark brown wood. Warm, golden light spills from these windows, creating a stark yet beautiful contrast to the cool blue tones of the night. The towerâs roof is a sharp, pointed spire, reaching toward the stars as if aspiring to touch the heavens themselves. Smaller turrets and towers branch off from the main structure, each with their own pointed roofs and windows, adding to the buildingâs intricate and fantastical design.
The river, a ribbon of silver in the moonlight, flows gently past the tower, its surface reflecting the stars and the soft glow of the windows. The waterâs gentle murmur blends with the rustling of leaves in the forest behind, creating a symphony of natureâs whispers. The dense forest looms in the background, its ancient trees standing like silent sentinels, while beyond them, the jagged peaks of mountains rise into the night, their snow-capped summits glinting faintly under the celestial light.
Above, the sky is a canvas of deep indigo, streaked with wispy clouds that drift lazily across the moonâs face. The stars seem to pulse with a life of their own, their light casting a mystical aura over the entire scene. The air is cool and crisp, carrying the faint scent of pine, river water, and the earthy aroma of the forest.
This is a place where magic feels tangible, where the boundaries between the mundane and the extraordinary blur. The tower, with its warm, inviting light and intricate design, stands as a beacon of mystery and wonder, a testament to the ingenuity and artistry of a bygone era. The overall color compositionâshades of blue, silver, and goldâcreates a dreamlike, otherworldly atmosphere, as if the scene exists in a realm where time itself bends to the will of the stars. It is a moment frozen in the night, a glimpse into a world where fantasy and reality intertwine, and where every stone, every beam of light, tells a story of enchantment.
DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt
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In the heart of a desolate, windswept tundra, where the snow falls in endless sheets and the air is sharp with the bite of frost, a lone figure trudges through the icy expanse. He is a **Frost-Born**, a warrior whose very essence is intertwined with the cold. His towering frame is clad in armor forged from ice and steel, each plate shimmering with an iridescent sheen of blue and silver. His eyes, a piercing shade of glacial blue, burn with an intensity that speaks of centuries of survival in the harshest of environments. His face is rugged and scarred, with a strong jawline and a nose that bears the faintest hint of frostbite. His expression is one of grim determination, his lips set in a hard line as he grips a massive, two-handed axe, its blade glowing faintly with a cold, blue light.
His armor is a masterpiece of both craftsmanship and elemental blessing. The pauldrons are shaped like jagged ice shards, their edges glinting in the dim light. His chest plate is adorned with the symbol of a snowflake, surrounded by a circle of runes that pulse faintly with a blue light. His gauntlets are reinforced with steel, their surfaces etched with patterns of swirling snow, and his boots are heavy and solid, designed to anchor him against the fiercest blizzards. Around his waist, a belt of dark leather holds an array of small pouches filled with herbs, tools, and other survival gear. In his hands, he carries a massive, two-handed axe, its head forged from a metal that seems to hum with latent power. The haft is wrapped in leather, worn smooth by years of use, and the pommel is shaped like a snowflake, its surface crackling with faint sparks of frost.
His cloak, a deep, midnight blue fabric edged with silver thread, billows behind him in the wind, the edges frayed and scorched as if it has weathered the fury of countless storms. Beneath the armor, his body is a testament to his strength and endurance, his muscles coiled like springs, ready to unleash devastating force at a momentâs notice. His hair, a wild mane of silver streaked with black, is whipped into a frenzy by the wind, adding to his air of untamed power. Around his neck, he wears a pendant of polished sapphire, its surface etched with the symbol of a snowflake, a reminder of his elemental calling.
The Frost-Born stands atop a rocky outcrop, the wind and snow lashing at his form as he raises his axe to the sky. The tundra stretches out before him, a sea of white that ripples like waves under the relentless wind. In the distance, the faint outline of an ancient fortress rises from the snow, its stone walls weathered and cracked, yet still standing as a testament to the resilience of those who built it. The sky above is a vast expanse of gray, broken only by the occasional wisp of cloud, and the snow falls in endless sheets, casting a blanket of silence over the land.
In his hand, the axe crackles with energy, the runes along its surface flaring to life as he channels the power of the frost into the weapon. His eyes glow brighter, and his voice rises above the howl of the wind, a deep, resonant chant that seems to echo through the very fabric of reality. The storm responds to his call, the snow whipping into a frenzy, and the air is thick with the scent of ice and ozone.
The scene is one of epic grandeur, a moment frozen in time as the Frost-Born stands alone against the fury of the tundra. The colors of the tundra are muted and dark, the whites and blues of the snow contrasting with the gleaming silver of his armor and the faint, electric blue of his eyes. The air is thick with the promise of power, of battles yet to be fought and legends yet to be written. This is a moment of defiance, a testament to the unyielding spirit of the Frost-Born, his strength and courage shining as brightly as the frost itself.
Let this image be a masterpiece of fantasy art, a tribute to the raw power of the tundra and the fierce, unyielding spirit of those who walk the path of the warrior. Let it capture the essence of the Frost-Born, his power, his resolve, and his unbreakable bond with the elements. Let it be a scene that inspires awe and wonder, a glimpse into a realm where the tundra is not just a place of hardship, but a proving ground for heroes.
soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ

The central focus of the image is a stunning female warrior standing in the midst of a grand medieval fantasy battlefield. She is a human with a commanding presence, her features radiating both beauty and strength. Her height is 5'11" (180 cm), with a statuesque and athletic build, showcasing her prowess in battle and her life of rigorous training. Her skin is fair and smooth, with a healthy, radiant glow that suggests a life spent under the open sky. Her face is strong and symmetrical, with a sharp jawline, a straight nose, and full, rose-colored lips that contrast beautifully with her complexion. Her eyes are large and almond-shaped, a deep, sapphire blue that seems to hold the intensity of a stormy sea. Her eyebrows are bold and slightly arched, adding to her commanding expression.
Her hair is a cascade of golden blonde, long and straight, reaching down to her mid-back. It is partially tied up in a high, intricate braid that wraps around her head like a crown, while the rest flows freely, catching the light like spun gold. A few strands escape to frame her face, adding a touch of softness to her otherwise fierce appearance. Her hair is adorned with small, metallic beads and charms shaped like stars, emphasizing her noble bearing.
She wears a sexy yet practical battle outfit that combines allure with functionality. Her top is a sleek, form-fitting steel breastplate with intricate engravings of vines and flowers, dyed in silver with blue accents. The breastplate leaves her toned arms and midriff exposed, showcasing her muscular yet feminine physique. Over the breastplate, she wears a flowing, sleeveless cape made of dark, weathered fabric, lined with fur at the edges, which billows dramatically behind her. Her lower body is clad in a pair of high-waisted, thigh-length leather pants, reinforced with steel plates at the knees and thighs for protection. The pants are tucked into knee-high, steel-toed boots made of black leather, adorned with intricate engravings of stars and moons.
Her weapons are as striking as her appearance. She wields a massive, two-handed greatsword with a hilt wrapped in blue leather and a blade etched with runes that glow faintly with a icy light. The sword rests casually on her shoulder, its weight seemingly effortless for her to bear. At her hip, she carries a short, curved sword in a black leather sheath, its hilt wrapped in blue leather and studded with a single sapphire. Her hands are protected by fingerless gauntlets made of blackened steel, allowing her dexterity while providing ample protection.
The scene is set in the aftermath of a fierce battle on a rocky, windswept plateau. The ground is littered with broken weapons, shattered shields, and the remnants of fallen enemies. The sky above is a tumultuous mix of dark storm clouds and streaks of fiery orange and red, as if the heavens themselves are reflecting the chaos of the battle. In the distance, the silhouettes of jagged mountains rise against the horizon, their peaks shrouded in mist. A cold wind blows across the plateau, carrying with it the scent of smoke and blood.
The character stands atop a large, flat rock, her posture confident and victorious. Her expression is one of fierce determination, her sapphire blue eyes scanning the battlefield with a mix of pride and vigilance. The interplay of light and shadow highlights her features, with the fiery hues of the sky casting a warm glow on her skin and hair, while the cool tones of the stormy clouds create a striking contrast. The overall atmosphere is one of power, resilience, and triumph, perfectly complementing her commanding and alluring presence.
soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ

Nestled on a sunlit glade beside a gently flowing river, a medieval fantasy-style house stands as a masterpiece of architectural elegance and natural harmony. The house, a sprawling structure of stone and timber, exudes a sense of timeless beauty and quiet grandeur. Its main section rises three stories high, with an additional level tucked beneath a steeply pitched roof, creating a striking silhouette against the clear blue sky. At each corner of this central structure, a tower rises, each one unique in height and design, their forms adding a sense of whimsy and majesty to the building. The towers are crowned with light red shingled roofs that gleam in the sunlight, their peaks adorned with delicate finials that catch the light like jewels.
The houseâs faÃ§ade is a tapestry of textures and colors, blending seamlessly with the surrounding landscape. The ground floor is constructed from light grey and light red stone, its surface weathered and solid, giving the house a sturdy, grounded presence. From the second story upward, the walls transition to a mix of white-painted timber and red brick, accented with light brown stone details that add warmth and depth. Bay windows and dormer windows punctuate the walls, their frames crafted from dark wood and their panes glinting in the sunlight. These windows offer glimpses into the houseâs interior, suggesting cozy, sunlit rooms filled with life and light.
Additional wings and rooms extend from the sides of the main structure, their heights more modest but their designs equally intricate. These extensions are adorned with the same light red shingled roofs and feature charming details like flower boxes filled with blooming roses and ivy creeping up the walls. The house is surrounded by lush greeneryârose bushes, hydrangeas, and other flowering plantsâthat add bursts of color and fragrance to the scene. A small cobblestone path, bordered by a low stone wall, winds alongside the river and the house, inviting exploration and offering a peaceful route through the glade.
The river, a ribbon of sparkling blue, flows gently past the house, its surface reflecting the sunlight and the vibrant colors of the landscape. The air is filled with the soft murmur of the water and the gentle rustle of leaves, creating a symphony of natural sounds that enhances the sense of tranquility. The glade itself is a patch of open sunlight, its grass lush and green, while the surrounding forest looms in the background, its dense canopy of trees providing a dramatic contrast to the brightness of the clearing.
The sky above is a vast expanse of clear blue, dotted with a few wispy clouds that drift lazily across the heavens. The sunlight bathes the scene in a warm, golden glow, highlighting the textures and colors of the house and the landscape. The overall color composition is a harmonious blend of light greys, soft reds, warm browns, and vibrant greens, creating a peaceful and mystical atmosphere that feels both inviting and enchanting.
This is a place of quiet beauty and profound serenity, a sanctuary where the natural and the crafted exist in perfect harmony. The house, with its towers, bay windows, and lush surroundings, stands as a testament to the artistry and reverence for nature that define its builders. The absence of people only enhances the sense of tranquility and wonder, as if this place exists outside the bounds of time, a hidden gem waiting to be discovered by those who seek the extraordinary. It is a vision of a world where magic and nature are one, where every stone, every beam of light, tells a story of creation, harmony, and the enduring allure of the mystical. The scene is a beacon of light and beauty, a place where the boundaries between the real and the imagined blur, and where the impossible becomes possible.
(There are no visible people anywhere!:1.2)
DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt
<lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>

In the heart of a volcanic wasteland, where rivers of molten lava carve their way through the cracked earth and the air is thick with the scent of sulfur and ash, a figure emerges from the haze. She is a **Magma Child**, her humanoid form infused with the essence of molten rock, her skin glowing with a faint, reddish-orange hue, as if the fires of the earth itself burn within her. Her hair, a wild cascade of flowing lava, falls freely down her back, each strand shimmering with an inner heat, flickering like the flames of a forge. Her eyes, a smoldering amber, glow with an intensity that matches the volcanic fires, reflecting the unyielding power of the earthâs core. Her face is fierce and commanding, with sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and full lips painted a deep, fiery red. Her nose, slightly aquiline, flares as she inhales the scorching air, and her ears, slightly pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the rumbling earth.
She is a **Rune Knight**, a warrior who channels the primordial magic of the earth through ancient symbols of power, and her presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Her outfit, a blend of heavy, volcanic armor and flowing fabric, is both practical and majestic, designed to protect her in battle while still allowing for the freedom of movement needed to wield her runic powers. Her chest plate, forged from blackened volcanic rock, is adorned with glowing runes etched into its surface, each one pulsing with the energy of the earth. Her shoulders are protected by pauldrons shaped like molten boulders, their edges crackling with heat. Around her neck hangs a pendant in the shape of a fiery rune, its surface glowing faintly with the power of the earth.
Her arms are encased in gauntlets of the same volcanic rock, their surfaces etched with runes that pulse with a soft, orange light. Her hands, strong and calloused from years of wielding a weapon, grip a massive warhammer, its head forged in the shape of a molten boulder, the metal glowing with heat. Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered metal plates, each one dyed in shades of black and orange, allowing for maximum movement while still providing protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, shimmering hue, blending seamlessly with the volcanic landscape. Her boots, made of reinforced volcanic rock, are laced up to her knees, the soles thick and sturdy, grounding her against the scorching heat.
The scene around her is one of raw power and destruction. The volcanic wasteland stretches endlessly in every direction, the ground cracked and broken, with rivers of molten lava carving their way through the earth. The air is thick with the scent of sulfur and ash, and the faint sound of rumbling earth echoes across the landscape. The Magma Child stands at the center of it all, her warhammer raised high, her body glowing with the energy of the earth, a beacon of power amidst the desolation.
The overall color palette is a blend of deep blacks, oranges, and reds, evoking the essence of fire and earth. The light, emanating from the molten lava, casts a harsh, orange glow over the scene, highlighting the Magma Childâs features and the raw power of the volcanic wasteland. The atmosphere is one of both awe and terror, a place where the line between the mortal and the elemental blurs, and where the Rune Knight stands as a conduit for the primordial magic of the earth.
This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of a volcanic wasteland, a testament to the power and grace of the Rune Knight and her connection to the earthâs core. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between the mortal and the elemental blurs, and where the molten beauty of the Magma Child comes alive in the form of a powerful, awe-inspiring warrior.
soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ

A young but wise female alchemist stands confidently in the heart of a bustling fantasy medieval town, bathed in the golden glow of the morning sun. Her slender figure is clad in a long, open alchemistâs coat, an intricate blend of supple leather and rugged cloth in shades of deep brown and muted blue. The coatâs voluminous hood rests around her shoulders like a scarf, its edges weathered yet well-kept, hinting at years of travel and study. Beneath, practical pants and sturdy boots complete her attire, built for both comfort and resilience in her craft.
Her long hair, the color of rich chestnuts, is neatly gathered into a ponytail, a few loose strands framing her youthful face. Though young, her sharp, perceptive eyesâone glinting with the faintest hint of mischiefâcarry a depth of knowledge beyond her years. Her lips curve into a faint smile, suggesting a friendly but determined personality.
Around her belt hangs a collection of satchels, pouches, and intricately crafted vials filled with vibrant liquids in shades of green, purple, and crimson. Each container is meticulously fastened, hinting at the importance of every substance. A small, leather-bound journal and an ornate quill are tucked into her side pouch, ready to record her findings or sketch new formulas. A few curious charms dangle from her gearâtiny glass orbs and metallic symbols that clink softly with her movements, their purposes known only to her.
She stands in a sunlit alley, just outside a quaint alchemist's supply store. The wooden sign above the shop swings gently in the breeze, adorned with painted images of herbs, flasks, and mystical runes. The storeâs shelves, visible through the open window, are crammed with rare ingredients, jars of powders, and tools of the trade. The cobblestones beneath her feet glisten faintly, still damp from the morning dew, while the air is rich with the mingling aromas of herbs, baked bread from nearby stalls, and a hint of alchemical smoke drifting lazily from a nearby chimney.
The alley around her is alive with subtle detailsâ colorful laundry strung above, and faint chatter from townsfolk in the distance. The sunlight catches her features in a way that emphasizes her presence, illuminating the fine craftsmanship of her coatâs stitching and casting soft highlights on the glass vials at her hip. Shadows from the surrounding buildings frame her figure, drawing the viewerâs focus entirely on her as she reaches for a flask at her belt, as if mid-thought about her next concoction.
This is a portrait of a rising alchemistâa figure who bridges youthful curiosity with seasoned expertise, standing poised to unlock the secrets of both science and magic in a vibrant medieval world.
DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt
<lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>

In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, where the trees stretch endlessly toward the heavens and the air hums with primal energy, a figure emerges from the shadows. She is a Wildborn, her human form subtly touched by the essence of the wild, her lithe frame adorned with faint, tiger-like stripes that shimmer in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. Her eyes, a piercing amber, glow with an inner fire, reflecting the untamed spirit of the wilderness. Her hair, a cascade of dark chestnut waves, falls freely down her back, interwoven with small feathers and beads that speak of her deep connection to nature. Her face is fierce yet alluring, with high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and full lips painted a deep, earthy red. Her ears, slightly pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the forest, and her nose, small and slightly upturned, flares as she inhales the scent of the earth.
She is a Beast Master Ranger, a master of the wild, and by her side strides a massive, sleek panther, its fur as black as midnight, its eyes glowing with the same primal energy that courses through her veins. The panther moves with silent grace, its muscles rippling beneath its dark coat, a perfect extension of her will. She wears a revealing yet practical outfit, a blend of leather and fur, designed for both mobility and protection. Her top, a form-fitting leather corset, is laced tightly across her torso, accentuating her curves while leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. The leather is dyed a deep forest green, adorned with intricate patterns of vines and leaves that seem to shift and move as if alive. Her arms are wrapped in leather bracers, etched with runes that glow faintly with primal magic. Around her neck hangs a necklace of animal teeth and claws, trophies from her hunts, and a small pouch at her hip holds herbs and potions for healing.
Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered leather strips, each one dyed in shades of brown and green, allowing for maximum movement while still providing some protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, earthy hue, blending seamlessly with the forest floor. Her boots, made of supple leather, are laced up to her knees, the soles soft and silent as she moves through the underbrush.
The scene around her is alive with the sounds and scents of the forest. The trees, ancient and towering, their bark rough and gnarled, stretch endlessly in every direction. The air is thick with the scent of moss and damp earth, and the faint rustle of leaves whispers secrets of the wild. A small stream winds its way through the forest, its waters crystal clear, reflecting the dappled sunlight that filters through the canopy. Birds chirp in the distance, their songs a symphony of life, while the occasional growl of a predator echoes through the trees, a reminder of the untamed nature of this place.
The overall color palette is a rich tapestry of greens, browns, and golds, evoking the essence of the forest. The light, filtered through the leaves, casts a soft, golden glow over the scene, highlighting the Wildbornâs features and the sleek form of her panther companion. The atmosphere is one of both danger and beauty, a place where life and death are intertwined, and where the Wildborn reigns supreme.
This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of the wild, a testament to the power and grace of the Beast Master Ranger and her bond with the natural world. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between human and beast blurs, and where the primal energy of the forest comes alive in the form of a fierce, untamed warrior.
soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ

A striking assassin strides gracefully through the bustling streets of a medieval fantasy town, her ethereal presence both captivating and inconspicuous. She is cloaked in a tight, sleeveless white jumpsuit that clings to her agile frame, the material sleek and smooth, reflecting the sunlight like liquid pearl. Her outfit whispers of elegance and lethal precision, designed for fluid movement and subtlety. On her right arm, a long white glove stretches up to her elbow, adorned with delicate silver ornaments that shimmer faintly with every step. Her left arm is bare, but the opposite shoulder is guarded by a simple, gleaming silver armor piece that hints at her profession.
A plain white cape flows behind her, catching the golden sunlight and creating an almost angelic silhouette. Her impossibly long, bright white hair cascades down her back, blending seamlessly with her attire, as if she herself is carved from sunlight. Her face, youthful and hauntingly beautiful, betrays no hint of her deadly nature. She walks with confidence, her silver high-heels clicking softly against the cobblestones, their minimalist design emphasizing function over flair.
The crowded town around her is alive with color and noiseâvendors shouting their wares, children darting through the streets, and townsfolk bustling about their day. The sunlight bathes everything in a warm glow, casting long shadows and highlighting the textures of stone walls and wooden stalls. Yet, the assassin moves among them unnoticed, her serene demeanor and radiant appearance blending into the lively scene.
Despite her otherworldly aura, her sharp gaze scans the surroundings, every movement calculated, every step purposeful. She is a ghost among the living, her presence both soothing and unsettling, like a hidden blade cloaked in the guise of peace.
The scene radiates warmth, the soft whites and golds of her outfit and hair blending harmoniously with the vibrant, sunlit tones of the bustling town, creating a composition that is both serene and subtly charged with tension.
DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt
<lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>

In the heart of a serene, otherworldly garden, where time seems to stand still and the air is filled with the delicate fragrance of blooming flowers, stands a warrior of ethereal beauty and quiet strength. The garden is a sanctuary of pure whiteâwhite flowers carpet the ground, their petals soft and luminous, while a majestic white-leafed tree towers above, its branches stretching toward the heavens like the arms of a benevolent guardian. The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting a gentle, golden glow over the scene, creating an atmosphere that is both peaceful and mystical.
She is a warrior, her presence a blend of grace and power. Her light blue hair falls in soft waves, its color reminiscent of a clear summer sky, its strands catching the light and shimmering with an almost supernatural glow. Her clear blue eyes, sharp and piercing, seem to hold the wisdom of the ages, their gaze both serene and commanding. Her face, framed by her flowing hair, is a picture of elegance and determination, her expression one of quiet confidence as she stands amidst the garden's beauty.
She is dressed in a light blue dress inspired by the style of a kimono, its fabric soft and flowing, its surface adorned with golden flower patterns that catch the light with every movement. The dress is short, its hem ending just above her knees, its sleeves reaching only to her elbows, leaving her lower arms bare. The chest of the dress features a daring opening, revealing the white shirt she wears beneath. The shirt, with its puffy sleeves and deep cleavage, adds a touch of refinement to her ensemble, its fabric crisp and clean.
Her lower arms are protected by white leather bracers, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns, their design both practical and stylish. Her hands, encased in black fingerless gloves, rest on the guard of a long and broad sword, its blade a harmonious blend of white and light blue, its surface gleaming with a faint, otherworldly light. The sword, though a weapon, seems almost like an extension of her being, its presence as commanding as the warrior who wields it.
Beneath the dress, she wears black leggings, their fabric sleek and supple, their design both comfortable and practical. Her knees are protected by white metal guards, their surfaces polished to a mirror sheen, their edges etched with delicate patterns. Her dark brown knee-high leather boots, their surfaces adorned with subtle golden accents, grip the ground with a firmness that speaks of her connection to the earth, their design a blend of practicality and artistry.
Around her waist, she wears a black belt, its surface adorned with black leather satchels and bags, their contents no doubt holding the tools and treasures of her trade. The belt, though simple in design, adds a touch of ruggedness to her otherwise elegant appearance.
The focus of this composition is the warrior, her upper body and face capturing the essence of her character. The interplay of light and shadow highlights her features, the intricate details of her attire, and the graceful grip on her sword. The background, though rich in detail, remains secondary, ensuring that she remains the centerpiece of this peaceful and mystical tableau.
The overall color palette is a harmonious blend of light blues, whites, and golds, accented by the soft pastels of the garden and the warm hues of the sunlight. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light, as if the very essence of the garden has come alive to illuminate her presence. This is not just a portrait; it is a journey into a world where strength and beauty reign, and the line between warrior and nature blurs, a testament to the timeless allure of the warrior who stands as a beacon of grace and power in the heart of the garden.
Let this image be a masterpiece of fantasy art, a tribute to the elegance and mystery of the warrior who commands the blade and the hearts of all who behold her.
DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt
<lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>

In the heart of a forgotten, moonlit glade, where the trees stand tall and silent like ancient sentinels, a solitary figure kneels amidst a circle of glowing runes. She is a **Dream Walker**, a mystic whose very presence seems to blur the line between reality and dreams. Her form is slender and ethereal, her movements fluid and deliberate, as if she is one with the shadows and the moonlight. Her skin is a pale, almost translucent white, with faint, silvery patterns that shimmer like starlight. Her eyes, a deep, endless black, seem to hold the mysteries of the cosmos within them, reflecting the faint light of the moon. Her face is delicate yet strong, with high cheekbones and a narrow, pointed chin. Her lips are painted a soft, iridescent silver, and her expression is one of serene focus, as if she is in constant communion with the dream realm.
Her outfit is a blend of ethereal elegance and mystical design, crafted from shimmering fabrics that seem to shift and change with the light. She wears a robe of deep, midnight blue, its surface embroidered with intricate patterns of stars and constellations. The fabric is so fine it appears almost translucent, blending seamlessly with the night. Over this, she wears a cloak of silver thread, its edges frayed and tattered, as if it has weathered the passage of countless dreams. Around her waist, a belt of woven moonlight holds an array of small pouches filled with herbs, crystals, and other mystical reagents. Her arms are adorned with delicate, transparent sleeves made from spider silk, their surfaces etched with faint, glowing runes. In her hands, she holds a staff of polished silver, its surface carved with intricate patterns of moons and stars, and its tip adorned with a glowing, crescent-shaped crystal.
Her hair is a cascade of silver, streaked with strands of black and blue, as if the night sky itself has kissed her locks. It falls freely around her shoulders, framing her face and adding to her air of otherworldly beauty. Around her neck, she wears a pendant of polished moonstone, its surface etched with the symbol of a crescent moon, a reminder of her connection to the dream realm.
The Dream Walker kneels in the center of the glade, surrounded by towering trees and thick, overgrown vines. The air is cool and still, and the faint sound of rustling leaves echoes through the silence. The ground beneath her is covered in a thick layer of moss and fallen leaves, and the faint outline of an ancient altar can be seen in the distance, its surface covered in strange, arcane symbols that pulse faintly with a dark, otherworldly light.
She raises her staff, the crystal at its tip glowing brighter as she channels her magic into the runes around her. The runes respond to her call, their surfaces glowing faintly as they twist and shift, forming a barrier of shimmering light around her. Her eyes glow brighter, and her voice rises above the rustle of leaves, a soft, melodic chant that seems to echo through the very fabric of reality. The air around her shimmers and distorts, as if the very fabric of reality is bending to her will.
The scene is one of quiet power, a moment frozen in time as the Dream Walker stands alone in the heart of the glade. The colors of the glade are muted and dark, the blues and silvers of the moonlight contrasting with the deep blacks and greens of the trees and underbrush. The air is thick with the promise of dreams, of battles yet to be fought and mysteries yet to be unraveled. This is a moment of unity between the Dream Walker and the dream realm, a testament to her power and her unbreakable bond with the forces of the subconscious.
Let this image be a masterpiece of fantasy art, a tribute to the enigmatic beauty of the dream realm and the fierce, unyielding spirit of those who walk the path of the mystic. Let it capture the essence of the Dream Walker, her power, her grace, and her unbreakable connection to the forces of the subconscious. Let it be a scene that inspires awe and wonder, a glimpse into a realm where the line between reality and dreams blurs, and where the night is not just a place of rest, but a source of power and mystery.
soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ

In the grand hall of the magic academy, a place where walls shimmered with shifting constellations and floors gleamed like polished obsidian, a young student stood at the center of a captivating scene. The air around him pulsed with latent energy, swirling with motes of glowing dust and spirals of iridescent magic. Towering columns stretched toward the vaulted ceiling, which depicted an ever-changing tapestry of cosmic wondersâstars, galaxies, and ancient runes that glowed faintly, casting the room in a mystical light.
At the heart of this magical splendor stood the boy, a vision of youthful curiosity and untamed potential. His outfit was a vibrant tapestry of turquoise and purple, a kaleidoscope of colors that danced in the interplay of light and shadow. The tailored jacket he wore bore a striking resemblance to a suit coat, but its attached hood, pushed back slightly, hinted at a blend of elegance and practicality. The jacketâs fabric shimmered faintly, as though infused with magical threads, and its edges were trimmed with delicate white lines and symbols that seemed to shift subtly, as if alive with arcane power.
Beneath the jacket, a matching vest echoed the same rich colors, perfectly tailored to his frame, and layered over a sleek black shirt that added depth to his ensemble. Around his waist flowed a long dress-like garment, split open in the front to reveal checkered trousers that alternated between deep turquoise and vivid purple. The intricate pattern seemed to ripple like water under the ethereal light, a mesmerizing detail that caught the eye. His boots, crafted from supple leather, were practical yet stylish, their dark sheen grounding the outfit with an air of quiet confidence.
Perched atop his head was a cowboy-style hat, its wide brim shading his curly brown hair that tumbled in unruly waves. The hat bore the same turquoise and purple hues as his clothing, its brim adorned with white glyphs that glowed faintly like starlight. It lent him a playful, adventurous charm, blending the mystique of the arcane with the rugged flair of a wanderer.
His satchel, slung casually over one shoulder, was well-worn but sturdy, its multiple compartments hinting at a life filled with endless exploration and discovery. Additional satchels and pouches hung from his belt, each intricately stitched with the same white symbols, bulging with scrolls, small artifacts, and magical trinkets. They jingled softly as he shifted, the sound blending seamlessly with the gentle hum of magic that permeated the hall.
His youthful face was framed by his untamed curls, his blue eyes sparkling with both mischief and wonder. They darted around the hall, drinking in every detail of the grand space, from the floating chandeliers made of enchanted crystal to the ornate archways etched with ancient runes. His expression was one of quiet determination mixed with aweâa boy on the cusp of greatness, standing at the threshold of a world brimming with possibilities.
The ambient magic in the hall seemed to respond to him, swirling around his figure like a living thing, wrapping him in a cocoon of shimmering light. Trails of glowing dust followed his slightest movement, forming fleeting shapesâglyphs, stars, and abstract patternsâthat dissolved into the air moments later. He moved with a youthful grace, his every step and gesture imbued with an unintentional charisma that drew the eye and held it.
Though he carried no weapon, his very presence spoke of potential, of a latent power yet to be fully realized. He didnât need blades or staves; the air of magic surrounding him was weapon enough, a silent promise of what he might one day become. In this moment, however, he was simply a boy, a student at the start of his journey, filled with questions, dreams, and the boundless energy of youth.
The magical hall seemed to embrace him, its swirling light and shadow framing him as the centerpiece of a living painting. The interplay of turquoise, purple, and white created a harmony of color that was both striking and serene, a perfect reflection of the world of magic and wonder he inhabited. He was the heart of the scene, a dynamic figure poised on the edge of the extraordinary, and the hall around him seemed to whisper: Here stands a boy destined for greatness.
OBxiaoxiang, aidmafluxpro1.1, drkfnts style,
<lora:lora:0.7>, <lora:aidmaFLuxPro1.1_v0.3:0.4>, <lora:sxz-Dark-Fantasy-v2-Flux:0.6>, <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.3>

A formidable black female warrior stands as an imposing figure, her dark, weathered skin glistening under the golden light of a setting sun. She is clad in massive, intricately designed fantasy armor that speaks of countless battles. The armor is a deep obsidian hue with jagged, blood-red accents and glowing runes etched into its surface, pulsing faintly with an ancient power. Her shoulder plates flare outward like the wings of a phoenix, while her gauntlets are clawed, giving her a predatory air. Scars and battle-worn scratches mark the edges of her armor, each telling a story of survival and strength.
With her hands, she leans heavily onto the guard of a massive, double-edged greatsword plunged into the cracked, rocky ground beneath her feet. The sword, nearly as tall as she is, has a blackened blade with veins of molten orange running through it, as if it was forged in the heart of a volcano. Its hilt is wrapped in leather, and a gem resembling a burning ember is embedded in its crossguard. Her grip is firm, her calloused hands a testament to years of wielding such a weapon.
Her face is etched with grim determination and exhaustion, her piercing dark eyes staring into the horizon with a gaze that speaks of loss, victory, and the weight of her burden. Her braided hair is tied back tightly, streaked with hints of silver, giving her a regal yet war-torn appearance.
The background is a rugged, desolate battlefield stretching into the distance, littered with broken weapons, shattered shields, and the charred remnants of a once-great war. The landscape transitions into distant, jagged mountains shrouded in mist. The sky above is an epic blend of fiery oranges, deep purples, and stormy grays, with clouds swirling ominously, hinting at the relentless chaos that defines her world. A faint wind carries ashes through the air, framing her as a lone survivor and a symbol of unyielding strength.
DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt
<lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>

Inside a grand, lavish shop adorned with polished marble floors and walls lined with intricate wooden shelves, the distinguished merchant and nobleman stands as a commanding figure. His purple-blue outfit, adorned with golden embroidery that spirals like flourishing vines, shimmers under the soft glow of gilded chandeliers. A luxurious cape drapes over his broad shoulders, its fabric flowing with the weight of wealth and dignity.
His short gray beard frames a face etched with years of shrewd dealings, and his sharp, steel-gray eyes scan the room with calculated precision. His shoulder-length hair, brushed back neatly, speaks of a meticulous nature, while his banded collar hints at both sophistication and control.
The shop is filled with treasures of unimaginable luxury: crystal decanters that sparkle like captured starlight, intricately woven silks in vibrant hues, and gilded artifacts resting on plush velvet cushions. Behind him, a mirror reflects his stately figure, amplifying his presence in the opulent setting.
In his hand, he casually holds an ornate ledger, its cover inlaid with gold and sealed with a signet emblem of his house, a symbol of his power and status. His other hand gestures gracefully toward a delicate porcelain vase, clearly worth a fortune, as if explaining its unique history to an unseen patron.
The air brims with a sense of movement: sunlight filters through tall arched windows, casting dynamic patterns of light and shadow across his regal form. Dust motes dance in the beams, adding a surreal quality to the scene. Behind him, attendants bustle discreetly, adding to the atmosphere of activity and commerce.
The merchant stands as the living embodiment of affluence and authority, a man who has mastered the art of turning desires into gold. The overall composition is one of elegance and calculated grandeur, with the character radiating charisma and control, dominating the space through his sheer presence.
DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt
<lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>

$In the heart of a crystalline cavern, where the walls shimmer with the reflected light of countless gems and the air hums with the energy of ancient magic, a figure stands amidst the glittering beauty. She is a Crystalline, her humanoid form composed of living crystal, her body refracting light in a dazzling array of colors. Her skin, smooth and translucent, glows faintly with an inner light, each facet catching the light and scattering it in a mesmerizing dance. Her hair, a cascade of crystalline strands, falls freely down her back, each strand shimmering with a different hue, from deep sapphire to vibrant emerald. Her eyes, a piercing violet, glow with an inner light, reflecting the arcane energy that courses through her veins. Her face is sharp and angular, with high cheekbones, a narrow jawline, and full lips painted a deep, iridescent purple. Her nose, slightly aquiline, flares as she inhales the charged air, and her ears, slightly pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the cavern. She is an Arcane Wizard, a scholar of the mystical arts, and her presence is both commanding and enigmatic. Her outfit, a blend of flowing fabric and crystalline armor, is both practical and alluring, designed to allow for maximum mobility while still accentuating her lithe form. Her top, a form-fitting robe made from shimmering fabric, clings to her torso, accentuating her curves while leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. The fabric is dyed in shades of purple and blue, adorned with intricate patterns of arcane symbols that glow faintly with magical energy. Her arms are wrapped in bracers made from polished crystal, etched with runes that pulse with a soft, violet light. Around her neck hangs a necklace of small, glowing crystals, each one containing a fragment of arcane power, and a small pouch at her hip holds scrolls and potions for her spells. Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered fabric, each layer dyed in shades of purple and blue, allowing for maximum movement while still providing some protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, shimmering hue, blending seamlessly with the crystalline walls of the cavern. Her boots, made of supple leather, are laced up to her knees, the soles soft and silent as she moves through the cavern. Her hands, delicate yet powerful, grip a staff of polished crystal, the top adorned with a glowing gem that pulses with arcane energy. The scene around her is one of breathtaking beauty and ancient power. The cavern is bathed in a soft, violet light, the walls towering overhead, their surfaces covered in countless gems that glitter like stars. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and the faint tang of metal, and the faint sound of dripping water echoes through the cavern. The Crystalline stands at the center of it all, her staff raised high, her body glowing with arcane energy, a beacon of power amidst the glittering beauty. The overall color palette is a blend of deep purples, blues, and silvers, evoking the essence of the arcane. The light, emanating from the crystals, casts a soft, violet glow over the scene, highlighting the Crystallineâs features and the breathtaking beauty of the cavern. The atmosphere is one of both awe and mystery, a place where the line between the mortal and the magical blurs, and where the Arcane Wizard stands as a conduit for the ancient power of the crystals. This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of a crystalline cavern, a testament to the power and grace of the Arcane Wizard and her connection to the arcane. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between the mortal and the magical blurs, and where the crystalline beauty of the Crystalline comes alive in the form of a powerful, enigmatic spellcaster. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ$

In the heart of a crumbling, ancient citadel, where the walls are etched with the scars of countless battles and the air is thick with the scent of dust and decay, a figure stands amidst the ruins. She is a **Shadar-kai**, her elven form touched by the essence of the Shadowfell, her pale, almost translucent skin glowing faintly in the dim light. Her hair, a cascade of silken black, falls freely down her back, interwoven with small, shimmering threads of silver that catch the light like stars in the night sky. Her eyes, a deep, endless void of black, seem to absorb the light around them, reflecting the infinite darkness of her homeland. Her face is sharp and angular, with high cheekbones, a narrow jawline, and full lips painted a deep, blood red. Her nose, slightly aquiline, flares as she inhales the stale air, and her ears, long and pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the citadel.
She is a **Void Knight**, a warrior who manipulates the power of negative space and darkness, and her presence is both commanding and ominous. Her outfit, a blend of dark leather and shadowy fabric, is both practical and alluring, designed to allow for maximum mobility while still accentuating her lithe form. Her top, a form-fitting leather corset, is laced tightly across her torso, accentuating her curves while leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. The leather is dyed a deep, midnight black, adorned with intricate patterns of shadowy vines that seem to shift and move as if alive. Her arms are wrapped in leather bracers, etched with runes that glow faintly with shadow magic. Around her neck hangs a necklace of small, dark crystals, each one containing a fragment of shadow energy, and a small pouch at her hip holds tools for combat and survival.
Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered fabric, each layer dyed in shades of black and gray, allowing for maximum movement while still providing some protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, shimmering hue, blending seamlessly with the shadows of the citadel. Her boots, made of supple leather, are laced up to her knees, the soles soft and silent as she moves through the ruins. Her hands, strong and calloused from years of wielding a weapon, grip a massive greatsword, its blade forged from a dark, shadowy metal that seems to absorb the light around it.
The scene around her is one of ancient grandeur and decay. The citadel, once a place of power, now lies in ruins, its walls cracked and crumbling, its pillars leaning precariously. The air is thick with the scent of dust and decay, and the faint sound of dripping water echoes through the halls. The walls are adorned with faded murals, depicting scenes of battles long forgotten, and the floor, cracked and uneven, is littered with debris. The Shadar-kai stands at the center of it all, her greatsword raised high, her body glowing with the energy of the void, a beacon of power amidst the desolation.
The overall color palette is a blend of deep blacks, grays, and silvers, evoking the essence of the Shadowfell. The light, emanating from the faint glow of her runes, casts a soft, silver glow over the scene, highlighting the Shadar-kaiâs features and the ancient grandeur of the citadel. The atmosphere is one of both awe and danger, a place where the line between light and shadow blurs, and where the Void Knight stands as a conduit for the power of the void.
This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of a crumbling citadel, a testament to the power and grace of the Void Knight and her connection to the Shadowfell. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between the mortal and the shadow blurs, and where the shadow-touched beauty of the Shadar-kai comes alive in the form of a powerful, enigmatic warrior.
soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ

A lone figure stands atop a jagged cliff, her silhouette outlined by the golden rays of the sun as they flood the valley below. The warriorâs presence dominates the scene, her massive white armor with black accents gleaming in the light. The design is angular and imposing, with hard edges that evoke both protection and precision. A flowing bottom-length skirt, white as new snow, encircles her hips, open at the front to reveal a sturdy, functional stance. Around her waist, a vivid red cloth belt is tied, fluttering gently in the wind like a banner of defiance.
Her face is partly obscured by a strip of black cloth, blindfolding her eyes but lending an air of mystery and heightened purpose. Her features, though hidden in part, speak of strength and calm resolve. Her chin is lifted slightly, as if surveying a battlefield she does not need to see to know.
Both of her gauntleted hands rest firmly on the hilt of a sword, a weapon as futuristic as it is majestic. The blade, almost an extension of her armor, is sleek and radiant, with faintly glowing etchings that hint at advanced craftsmanship or an otherworldly power. The swordâs tip is planted into the rocky ground beneath her feet, anchoring her to the moment like a guardian statue poised for action.
The valley below is an extraordinary sight: a sunlit expanse dotted with hexagonal cliffs that rise like the remnants of an ancient, forgotten civilization. Shadows dance across the natural geometric formations, creating a surreal interplay of light and dark. The wind carries faint echoes of a distant world, and the lush greenery spilling over the cliffs is tinged with gold under the sunlight.
Her cape, stark white and heavy, flows behind her, adding to the dynamic energy of the scene. Every detailâthe folds of her cape, the glint of her armor, the gleam of her swordâcontributes to an epic tableau of power and serenity. She stands resolute, a blind warrior who sees beyond sight, guarding a realm both vast and untamed, her very presence a testament to her unyielding strength.
OBxiaoxiang, aidmafluxpro1.1, drkfnts style,
<lora:lora:0.7>, <lora:aidmaFLuxPro1.1_v0.3:0.4>, <lora:sxz-Dark-Fantasy-v2-Flux:0.6>, <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.3>

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