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    An ((octopus, anthropomorphized as a master glassmaker)), works in a glowing, artisanal workshop. With eight tentacles delicately manipulating tools, it expertly shapes molten glass into intricate pieces—vases, sculptures, and decorative objects. Each tentacle moves with precision and fluidity, performing multiple tasks at once—one holding a heated glass rod, another adjusting the furnace, and others shaping delicate patterns in the glowing material. The octopus wears a protective apron and goggles, its focus intense as it works. The workshop around it is filled with shelves of colorful glass creations, and the air hums with the heat of the furnace. Golden light from the furnace dances across the room, highlighting the translucent beauty of the glasswork, creating a harmonious balance between the octopus' artistry and its workshop environment cinematic lighting, 8k resolution, digital painting, detailed, fine detail, hyper-detailed,
    At the heart of a high-tech workshop, a ridiculously good-looking man with tousled auburn hair and striking green eyes sits hunched over a sleek metal workbench, a soldering iron in one hand and a half-assembled circuit board in the other. His rolled-up plaid sleeves reveal toned arms dusted with bits of wire and solder, while his safety goggles rest slightly askew on his nose. Around him, shelves overflow with robotic limbs, disassembled drones, and half-finished inventions, illuminated by the flickering blue glow of holographic schematics projected above his workspace. A tangle of neon wires snakes across the table, connecting to a glowing AI core that pulses like a heartbeat beneath his fingertips. His smirk is subtle but unmistakable, the confidence of a genius who knows exactly what he’s doing. A well-loved sci-fi novel sits open on a nearby stool, next to an energy drink that’s long since gone warm. The room hums with the quiet buzz of machines, and the faint scent of metal and ozone lingers in the air. He leans back for a moment, running a hand through his messy hair, as if contemplating whether to build the next great invention or simply charm the universe with his effortless cool. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:aesthetical-000003:0.15><lora:aidmaNSFWunlock-FLUX-PonyStyle-v0.1:0.15><lora:Flux-jijia:0.1><lora:GLSHS:0.6>
    A clockwork automaton with glowing eyes sits at a brass table in a steampunk workshop filled with gears and mechanical creations. Tarot cards engraved with intricate glowing circuits float slightly above the table, each pulsing with golden light. The dimly lit room hums with the sound of ticking clocks and whirring machinery <lora:dvr-smoke-flux:1> dvr-smoke-flux
    A ((octopus, anthropomorphized as a master glassmaker)), works in a glowing, artisanal workshop. With eight tentacles delicately manipulating tools, it expertly shapes molten glass into intricate pieces—vases, sculptures, and decorative objects. Each tentacle moves with precision and fluidity, performing multiple tasks at once—one holding a heated glass rod, another adjusting the furnace, and others shaping delicate patterns in the glowing material. The octopus wears a protective apron and goggles, its focus intense as it works. The workshop around it is filled with shelves of colorful glass creations, and the air hums with the heat of the furnace. Golden light from the furnace dances across the room, highlighting the translucent beauty of the glasswork, creating a harmonious balance between the octopus' artistry and its workshop environment. cute scene. cinematic lighting, 8k resolution, digital painting, detailed, fine detail, hyper-detailed,
    Eustace Bagge, reimagined as a photorealistic Adeptus Mechanicus tech-priest, tinkers with a cybernetic Courage in a grim, gothic workshop steeped in industrial dread. Eustace wears a tattered, rust-red robe with cogwheel motifs, his mechanical arm whirring, a glowing red ocular implant piercing through his grumpy scowl, and cables trailing from his back. Courage lies on a cold, metallic operating table, his wide, nervous eyes unmistakable despite his bionic transformations—glowing blue energy cores, a sleek mechanical tail, and patchwork cybernetic limbs. The workshop is a photorealistic chaos of towering shelves packed with spare parts, hovering servo-skulls with glowing green eyes, and sparking tools, illuminated by flickering red light, rising steam, and the ominous hum of machinery. The scene blends the quirky fear of Courage the Cowardly Dog with the oppressive, dystopian grit of Warhammer 40K
    An elderly gnome inventor, with deep-set wrinkles etched into her pale, blue-tinted skin, peers intently through a set of copper goggles, her wide, sparkling eyes glowing with excitement. Her wild, snow-white hair is tied back in a chaotic bun, with strands escaping in every direction. In her hands, she holds a small, mechanical device—half clockwork, half magic—that crackles with bright blue electricity. Her nimble fingers, despite their age, work deftly to adjust a tiny lever, sparks flying as she fine-tunes her creation. Her face is lit up with pure joy, the kind of unbridled excitement that only comes from invention. Behind her, a cluttered workshop is filled with gears, tools, and half-finished contraptions, all glowing with various forms of magical energy. The air smells faintly of ozone and metal, and the room hums with the low buzz of enchanted machinery. Her expression is one of intense focus, with a glimmer of childlike wonder in her eyes, as if she’s on the verge of unlocking some grand discovery. <lora:Vintage comic book:1.5>
    A ((octopus, anthropomorphized as a master glassmaker)), works in a glowing, artisanal workshop. With eight tentacles delicately manipulating tools, it expertly shapes molten glass into intricate pieces—vases, sculptures, and decorative objects. Each tentacle moves with precision and fluidity, performing multiple tasks at once—one holding a heated glass rod, another adjusting the furnace, and others shaping delicate patterns in the glowing material. The octopus wears a protective apron and goggles, its focus intense as it works. The workshop around it is filled with shelves of colorful glass creations, and the air hums with the heat of the furnace. Golden light from the furnace dances across the room, highlighting the translucent beauty of the glasswork, creating a harmonious balance between the octopus' artistry and its workshop environment. cute scene. cinematic lighting, 8k resolution, digital painting, detailed, fine detail, hyper-detailed,
    A close-up of a young gnome woman with short, spiky pink hair and pale, freckled skin as she peers through thick, multi-lensed goggles at a tiny, metallic triangle floating just above her palm. Her bright blue eyes are filled with curiosity and excitement as the triangle emits tiny sparks of electricity in her cluttered workshop filled with strange, half-finished machines and gadgets. She wears a long, patchwork coat made of various materials, some metallic and others organic, with odd tools and gears sewn into the fabric. A wide-brimmed metal helmet, equipped with additional lenses and tiny antennae, rests on her head, completing her eccentric look. As she leans in closer, the triangle begins to spin faster, sending out tiny arcs of electricity that dance around her fingers. The workshop around her hums with life, every machine and contraption buzzing in sync with the triangle’s movements. Her expression shifts from excitement to deep concentration as she tinkers with the triangle’s mechanisms, trying to unlock its hidden potential. detailmaximizer<lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.8>
    A close-up of a young gnome woman with short, spiky pink hair and pale, freckled skin as she peers through thick, multi-lensed goggles at a tiny, metallic triangle floating just above her palm. Her bright blue eyes are filled with curiosity and excitement as the triangle emits tiny sparks of electricity in her cluttered workshop filled with strange, half-finished machines and gadgets. She wears a long, patchwork coat made of various materials, some metallic and others organic, with odd tools and gears sewn into the fabric. A wide-brimmed metal helmet, equipped with additional lenses and tiny antennae, rests on her head, completing her eccentric look. As she leans in closer, the triangle begins to spin faster, sending out tiny arcs of electricity that dance around her fingers. The workshop around her hums with life, every machine and contraption buzzing in sync with the trianglea€™s movements. Her expression shifts from excitement to deep concentration as she tinkers with the trianglea€™s mechanisms, trying to unlock its hidden potential. detailmaximizer<lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65><lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.8>
    In the style of ck-sfc. Close up on the pair. In the center of a bustling cyberpunk district, SchizoNomad is upgrading his cyberdeck in a cramped, cluttered computer shop. The shop is tightly packed with wires, blinking lights, and shelves filled with various tech components, screens flickering with digital chaos. SchizoNomad, a good-looking korean man, 24 years old, with a thin mustache and beard, is hunched over a workbench, his hands deftly assembling his sleek cyberdeck. He got his hair in a bun. His long pink coat is slightly disheveled, adding a splash of color against the dim, neon-lit backdrop of the shop. Beside him, (((a woman cyborg, - stands with a warm, welcoming smile:1))) Her mechanical limbs are covered in aging plates, worn yet functional, and her human. She's handling a small circuit board, helping with the upgrade process in a relaxed, manner. The atmosphere is lighthearted and fun. The workshop is mess, cluttered, scattered, various electronics and tech objects. Cables hang overhead, some running across the walls, others coiling like snakes on the floor, while the shop is filled with the hum of computers and distant voices from the cyberpunk district outside. Neon light filters through the windows, casting colorful reflections on the worn wooden surfaces of the workbench. The scene feels like a moment of calm in a world full of tension
    Inside a cluttered yet charming workshop, a green-skinned female gnome is hard at work, surrounded by an eclectic assortment of mechanical parts, glowing tools, and half-finished contraptions. The room is a vibrant chaos of gears, springs, and small, steaming pipes, with a faint golden glow cast by oil lanterns hanging from beams above. Wooden workbenches are piled high with blueprints, metallic components, and jars filled with tiny screws and bolts. The gnome herself exudes an air of boundless creativity and joy. Her vibrant green skin gleams under the warm light, and her long, floppy green ears twitch slightly as she hums a cheerful tune. Her oversized eyes, glittering like polished emeralds, are filled with wonder and focus as she adjusts a small mechanical device in front of her—a clockwork bird with delicate wings that glint in the light. Her nimble hands, smudged with grease and soot, handle the invention with the precision of a master tinkerer, a tiny wrench in one hand and a glowing screwdriver in the other. Her outfit is practical yet whimsical: a leather apron adorned with various pockets stuffed with tools, over a blouse of patchwork fabric in cheerful colors. Goggles rest atop her tousled, moss-green hair, which is tied back in a loose bun, with a few strands escaping to frame her round, friendly face. The workshop hums with life, with small mechanical constructs bustling about—a tiny steam-powered automaton on wheels carries tools to her, while a clockwork cat perches nearby, tail twitching as it observes her work. Despite the chaos of the workspace, the atmosphere feels warm and welcoming, a place where curiosity and invention thrive. The gnome’s infectious smile and cheerful demeanor make her seem like someone who can turn any problem into an opportunity for creation. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    fantasy stylised illustration, anime style, cinematic composition, stunning, full body shot, masterpiece,best quality, close up dynamic model pose, (tall), perfect composition, 1girl, very pretty, medium breasts, attractive, emotional, intense, dark, gritty, heavily stylised, incredible, awe-inspiring, a scene that tells a story Piper is a cute girl with a prosthetic leg and a keen magitech inventor, Late-Night Innovations, The workshop hummed with energy as Piper tinkered into the early hours, Gizmo’s hulking form crouched patiently under a web of pulsing runes and arcane circuitry. Her face was illuminated by the soft glow of a mana conduit she was rewiring, her fingers darting like tiny dancers between copper filaments and enchanted components. A bead of sweat rolled down her temple, ignored as she mumbled, "Just a little more... almost there..." Her spanner clicked into place, and Gizmo’s eyes flared to life, earning a triumphant grin from her grease-smeared face.
    modernretroanime A breathtaking anime-style illustration featuring a young, weary mechanic girl sitting atop the hood of an old, partially disassembled car, surrounded by the intricate chaos of a sprawling, dystopian auto workshop. Her delicate blonde hair is slightly windswept, framing her thoughtful expression as she idly kicks her legs over the edge, lost in contemplation. She wears a faded olive-green mechanic's uniform, the sleeves pushed up to her elbows, revealing toned arms lightly smudged with grease. A loose-fitting white tank top peeks out from beneath the unbuttoned jumpsuit, and her red sneakers, scuffed and well-worn, rest atop a mess of exposed cables and rusted metal plates. The garage is a labyrinth of machinery, tangled wires, and blinking control panels, every object meticulously detailed with signs of age and wear. Flickering neon lights cast a deep cyan glow over the environment, reflecting off oil-stained concrete floors covered in bolts, diagnostic screens, and mechanical blueprints strewn about haphazardly. The surrounding walls, lined with storage racks stacked high with dusty spare parts, display pinned schematics and old technical manuals, some of which bear cryptic, faded text and red ink annotations. Above, thick industrial pipes and a tangled web of electrical conduits stretch across the steel-plated ceiling, humming faintly as they distribute energy to the flickering lights. The atmosphere is rich with storytelling, evoking a world where the past and future collide in a symphony of metal, grit, and quiet determination. <lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.3> <lora:Modern-Retro_Anime-FLUX:0.8>

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