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    A hyper- realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close- up image of On the deck of a towering, floating citadel above the clouds, a regal airship captain gazes out at the horizon as an armada of enemy ships approaches from the distance. Her uniform, immaculate and adorned with gold trim, gleams in the soft glow of the setting sun. Her gloved hand rests firmly on the hilt of her saber as she issues silent commands to the crew below, preparing for battle. The air around the citadel crackles with the hum of arcane energy, and the cloudscape beneath them glows with a surreal, warm light. The scene combines the swashbuckling adventure of Treasure Planet with the high- flying fantasy of Final Fantasy, blending the grandeur of steampunk airships with the awe- inspiring beauty of the open sky. (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>

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    a giant is sea monster snake dragon is emerging from the waves holding a ship in its jaws.<lora:XRSTYLE_FLUX:0.5><lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.4><lora:MoriiMee_Gothic_Niji_Style_FLUX:0.3>
    The Matrix, but All Characters are Cats – In the stark, green-tinged office hallway, a sleek black cat in a tiny trench coat leaps gracefully into the air, dodging bullets that streak past in slow motion. Its feline body twists with impossible precision, each bullet leaving a rippling distortion in the air behind it. The suited agents—tall, imposing tabby cats with dark sunglasses perched on their whiskered noses—stand at the end of the hall, their paws gripping tiny pistols with perfectly steady aim. The walls are a sterile, fluorescent-lit white, but faint scratch marks and tufts of fur litter the floor, revealing the battle that has already taken place. As the airborne cat completes its mid-air spin, its emerald-green eyes flash with defiance, reflecting the binary code subtly scrolling across the glassy floor beneath it. The scene is frozen in time, a moment of impossible elegance and absurd feline grace. , detailed background 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>
    ne0nfant4sy, A techno-priestess, her emerald-green skin marked with glowing runes, stands atop a floating platform that levitates in a cavernous, alien cathedral. Her silver robes shimmer with thousands of nanotech particles, adjusting with her movements, while her bald head is crowned with a floating halo made of spinning, luminous data rings. Her hands are raised high, summoning a vast array of translucent digital screens, each displaying ancient symbols and futuristic code simultaneously. The staff she wields hums with both tech energy and eldritch power, its tip an orb of shifting energy, flickering between solid and ethereal states. Behind her, towering statues of forgotten gods, part machine, part stone, loom in the shadows, their eyes glowing faintly with residual energy. Floating drones, engraved with holy symbols, hover around her, chanting in synthetic voices. Her violet eyes are closed, deep in concentration, as she bridges the digital and divine realms. The air is heavy with both incense and the sharp tang of electric ozone, creating an atmosphere of reverence and technological wonder.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    Bugs Bunny stands confidently in a world filled with a cascading wall of green Matrix code, but here, the code is replaced by tiny, glowing carrots. He’s dressed in a sleek black trench coat, the fabric swaying as he moves, and wears the iconic black sunglasses that complete his Matrix look. In his hands, Bugs holds two large carrot guns, ready for action. The green carrot code flows endlessly behind him, creating a vibrant, digital landscape that contrasts with the orange of the carrot guns and the dark black of his outfit. The scene blends the humorous charm of Bugs Bunny with the iconic, futuristic atmosphere of The Matrix, creating a quirky and unforgettable visual. (high-resolution, dynamic, energetic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer<lora:Videogame_Cartoon_Flux><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>
    In the dim light of a rustic kitchen, a small, determined mouse stands atop a massive wheel of cheese, its tiny paws gripping the hilt of a miniature sword embedded deep within the golden surface. The cheese is cracked and aged, its texture rough and uneven, with curls of rind peeling away. A soft glow reflects off the polished blade as the mouse strains to pull it free, its whiskers twitching with effort. In the background, towering kitchen utensils loom like ancient monuments, casting long shadows across the wooden countertop. <lora:FluxMythR3alisticF:0.4><lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.4><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:Movie_Portrait:0.4><lora:Flux DetailerV2:0.4>
    A hyper-realistic close-up of an enchanted quill, its feather shimmering with a soft, pearlescent glow in shades of blue and silver. The quill’s tip is made of fine crystal, sparkling as it hovers just above a parchment covered in glowing, golden runes. The background is a blurred, dimly lit study filled with ancient books and scrolls, creating a warm, scholarly atmosphere. Semi-transparent wisps of magical energy coil around the quill, enhancing its ethereal quality. Realistic shading and highlights emphasize the softness of the feather, with subtle variations in color that catch the light. The crystal tip of the quill refracts light, creating a delicate prism effect on the parchment. One glowing rune pulses faintly as the quill hovers, poised to continue writing its mystical script.<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
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    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.), 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>
    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 young womanwith short, light brown hair adorned with a large, dark green witch's hat decorated with a pink flower. Her large, expressive green eyes are wide with a hint of curiosity or surprise. She wears a dark green dress with puffed sleeves and a high collar, accessorized with a large, golden medallion around her neck.In her right hand, she holds a glowing, green, magical potion in a small glass bottle, which emits a soft, luminescent light. The potion appears to be swirling and bubbling, suggesting it is enchanted. The background is a gradient of dark, muted colors, transitioning from black at the top to a warm, amber hue at the bottom, with swirling, abstract patterns that add a sense of motion and magic to the scene. The woman's skin is fair, and her expression is one of focused concentration. The overall atmosphere of the image is mystical and enchanting, with a strong emphasis on the magical elements. ,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 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 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 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>
    everything you always wanted to be and you are not. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp <lora:OBInstant camera portrait photography V2.0:1.0>, <lora:Dark side of light:0.55>, <lora:aidmaFLUXPro1.1-FLUX-v0.3:1.0>, <lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.8>,
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In 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>
    In a shadowy, cobweb-filled attic, a tall, elegant witch with deep ebony skin and silver tattoos lounges on an antique velvet chaise, sipping from a teacup made of bone. Her long, flowing black dress is adorned with glittering stars and crescent moons, and her pointed hat is tilted stylishly to one side. Surrounding her, shelves are filled with dusty spellbooks, strange trinkets, and jars of preserved creatures, all casting eerie shadows in the dim candlelight. A large, ornate mirror behind her reflects a ghostly image, as if something unseen is watching from another world. Perched on her lap, a sleek raven with intelligent, glowing blue eyes preens its feathers while keeping a watchful eye on the room. The window behind her shows a view of the full moon, its light casting soft beams through the dusty glass. The scene is a blend of gothic elegance and dark magic, with a sense of timeless mystery surrounding the witch’s secretive world.<lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Witchcore>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of A close-up portrait of a male, with short, silver hair and pale, alabaster skin, belonging to a cursed race of undead knights. He appears to be in his late 30s, his eyes hollow and sunken beneath a cracked, horned mask. The mask is forged from ancient bone, with two large, twisted horns that jut out menacingly from either side, each one marked with the scars of countless battles. The surface of the mask is covered in deep cracks and chips, as if it has been worn through centuries of combat, and from within, faint whispers of the dead can be heard. His mouth is slightly open, revealing sharp, decayed teeth, and his eyes, visible through the mask’s hollow sockets, glow with a sickly green light. The background is a swirling fog of dark greens and grays, with ghostly figures emerging from the mist, creating a scene that is both eerie and unsettling. The combination of the horned mask and the ghostly background gives him the appearance of a haunted, undead warrior, cursed to wander the battlefield for all eternity. (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>
    R3alisticF,A desert mercenary wielding a curved falchion wreathed in sand magic. Her blade leaves trails of crystallized glass with each strike. The weapon was forged from a fallen star. Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp<lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0.35>
    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 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>
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