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    Oil painting, 17th century art, graphic novels illustration, level. A young woman who looks like Jessica Alba is held by a muscular male thug in a balaclava. The thug grabs her from behind. ((((The man is pressing a small soaked rag over her mouth pressing it firmly with his palm)))). The palm that holds the rag, completely blocks her mouth, preventing her from talking. Her arms are behind her back. The woman is caught by surprise and her eyes are wide and show great surprise. She tries to look at the man. The man is way more powerful and forces her to breathe through the rag. The woman has black straight long hair, wears a red turtleneck sweater, a charcoal pencil skirt with a belt, and fishnet pantyhose over knee high boots. Dark alley background. bleach bypass.
    A striking woman stands poised, clad in a shimmering metallic silver jumpsuit that hugs her form, reflecting the vibrant lights around her. Her voluminous platinum blonde hair cascades in soft waves, partially obscuring her face, where lime yellow heart-shaped sunglasses with mirrored lenses conceal her focused gaze. In her hands, a sleek silver bow is drawn back, an arrow nocked and aimed with precision. Large, translucent lime yellow angel wings extend from her back, glowing faintly as they catch the surrounding light. Her high-heeled cowboy boots, rugged in texture and matching lime yellow, press firmly against the smooth ground. The background is a swirling fusion of electric blue and deep violet, filled with fragmented reflections and scattered floating heart shapes, creating a surreal and otherworldly atmosphere. The scene exudes a sense of poised intensity, blending futuristic fantasy with bold, fashion-forward aesthetics. mythp0rt, anime_d4rk, alone, fantasy painting
    <lora:Flux_-_Renaissance_art_style:1> In a striking cinematic widescreen shot, an American frontiersman of the 1800s stands boldly in the heart of a dense American woodland, exuding rugged confidence and an untamed spirit. Dressed in a thick, weathered fur coat, stitched together from pelts of wolf and deer, he braves the crisp autumn air. A raccoon fur hat, its striped tail draped down the back of his neck, sits atop his unkempt, windblown hair. His chiseled face, partially shadowed by the golden light filtering through the towering oak and maple trees, bears the hard-earned grit of a man who has lived by his wits and his rifle. He grips a well-worn flintlock musket, the polished wooden stock gleaming subtly in the dappled sunlight. The long barrel catches the warm hues of the afternoon sun, a tool of both survival and mastery. His worn leather boots press firmly into the earth, one foot resting atop a moss-covered fallen log, giving him a stance of quiet dominance over the wilderness. The forest around him is alive with the rich, untamed beauty of the American frontier. The golden and fiery-red leaves of autumn rustle in the wind, some drifting to the ground in a slow, graceful descent. A distant hawk circles overhead, its piercing cry echoing through the trees. The earthy scent of damp soil, pine, and woodsmoke lingers in the crisp air, hinting at a nearby camp where embers still smolder. In the background, a meandering creek glistens in the fading light, its surface occasionally broken by the leap of a trout. A set of fresh deer tracks in the soft mud hints at prey nearby, yet the hunter remains still, scanning the horizon with the practiced gaze of a seasoned outdoorsman. His expression is both wary and determined—a man shaped by the land, bound to the untamed wilds of early America. The moment is frozen in time, capturing the essence of a frontier hunter’s life—solitary, unforgiving, yet undeniably majestic.
    The cybernetic warrior stood atop a massive stone sphere, its surface carved with glowing ancient runes. His face was hidden behind a sleek cybernetic mask, its surface pulsing with neon patterns. Tubes ran across his armored suit, filled with fluorescent energy in shades of blue, magenta, and green. His body was powerful, enhanced with biomechanical implants that fused seamlessly with his form. A bright energy core glowed at his chest, pulsing in sync with the distant stars. The night sky stretched endlessly above, filled with swirling nebulas and a blazing comet streaking through the void. In his right hand, he gripped a plasma sword, its neon-green glow crackling against the darkness. Thick cables snaked across his back, their ends flickering with raw energy, connecting him to unseen forces. His reinforced boots pressed firmly against the sphere, unshaken, as he stood between the past and the future, ready for whatever came next.
    In the heart of a vast, snow-covered expanse under a sky strewn with glittering stars, a figure of regal defiance and unyielding strength stands, her presence commanding and otherworldly. She is the warrior queen of a cold and untamed land, a living embodiment of the fiery spirit that burns within her people, even amidst the harshest winters. Her long black fur cape billows gently in the icy breeze, its voluminous puffs framing her form like a shadowy mantle of power. The cape wraps around her shoulders, open in the front to reveal a sleek black shirt beneath. Over the shirt lies a finely embroidered tabard, its intricate white ornaments glowing faintly in the moonlight, contrasting against the dark fabric. Her legs are clad in striking orange leggings that bring a vibrant warmth to her otherwise shadowy ensemble, symbolizing the fierce heart that beats within her. Her feet are protected by sturdy leather boots, their fur-lined tops offering warmth and a touch of rugged elegance. Her shoulders and hands bear iron armor plates, their dull sheen reflecting the cold light of the snow. Every piece of her attire is designed for both battle and royalty, merging practicality with a noble aesthetic. Around her waist, a leather belt holds several satchels and pouches, filled with tools and relics of her rule and survival. Her head bears a heavy crown, its ornate design symbolizing the immense burden and strength required to lead her kingdom. The crown's weight does not bow her head; instead, it elevates her presence, her long black braids cascading down her back like a river of night, woven with beads that tell the story of her elvish lineage. Her pointed ears, a hallmark of her heritage, peek through the strands, adding a touch of mystique to her regal appearance. In her gloved hands rests a colossal fiery sword, its blade alive with an inner blaze that casts flickering shadows across the snow. The flames pulse with a rhythmic energy, as though echoing the queen's heartbeat, a reminder of her indomitable spirit. The sword's hilt is adorned with intricate carvings, its glow matching the fiery essence of the blade. Its tip sinks slightly into the snow at her feet, the surrounding frost melting away in a small, circular radius. Her hands rest firmly on the guard, a pose that exudes both authority and readiness. Beside her stands a massive black bear, its imposing figure a symbol of raw power and unshakable loyalty. The beast’s fur is thick and gleaming, its sheer size dwarfing even the queen. Its amber eyes glow with an intelligence that mirrors her own, and its heavy paws press silently into the snow, the bond between them evident in their shared stillness. The snowy landscape stretches endlessly around them, the moonlight painting the ground in silvery hues. A dense forest looms in the background, its dark, towering trees forming a stark contrast to the open expanse. The sky above is alive with a tranquil brilliance, the stars and faint auroras adding a magical vibrancy to the scene. The queen’s expression is serene yet fierce, her piercing gaze fixed on an unseen horizon, as if contemplating the trials ahead while drawing strength from the present moment. Her pose is dynamic, embodying a perfect balance of grace and power, of a ruler who has endured countless storms and emerged stronger. The composition weaves an interplay of contrasting elements: the dark tones of her attire against the fiery glow of her sword, the cold blues and whites of the snowy landscape against the vibrant warmth of her leggings, and the serene tranquility of the night juxtaposed with the raw power of her and her bear’s presence. It is a scene of peaceful intensity, where the queen stands as both protector and sovereign, an unbreakable force in a frozen world. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    Hanging from the sheer face of a jagged mountain, an imperial officer grips onto the rocky surface with one gloved hand, their boots pressed firmly against the stone. Their uniform is only slightly dirtied by the climb, and their expression remains completely neutral, as if ascending a warship ladder rather than a treacherous peak. The wind howls around them, as they glance up toward the summit, calculating their next move. Below, a vast valley stretches into the distance, but they show no sign of concern.<lora:IMPOFF_FLUX>

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