null plates with numbers

    The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
    The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
    game poster "Need For Flux" written with aggressive red letter on top of the image , at the center is a front view of a blue sports car with text "civitai" on number plate entering turn , on the hood text "34" painted wuth white paint , night city road
    A gigantic 90 foot tall futuristic old iron jelly fish floating diesel killer manned stretch thin hydrolic pins and feelers heavily armored colossus floating and feeling over the tattered landscape. It has sharp weapons pointing out with thin pipes and cooler hoses vent with exposed wires and hydraulic hoses and electric panels on the underbelly and looks menacing. Its paint is chipped and is funky colored has bullet holes where it has been shot. The iron is riveted armor plates. Small numbers are painted on the side. It has a platoon of rough looking soldiers with bald heads and colored mohawks and funky goggles manning the over powered guns high up top pointed in all directions. It is hunting the punk rocker soldiers. The punk rock soldiers are scared of what it will do. It floats pointing its guns downward. The punk rock soldiers are huddled close to the wall looking wide eyed up hoping not to be seen almost frozen from fear clenching their teeth. The wind and the dust are kicking up all around from the long stretched thin pin sensors almost like a jelly fish floating across the dry land. Off in the distance you can see a destroyed city smoking. Dead bodies are splattered about. This is an oil painting by Ismail Inceoglu
    A gigantic 50 foot high futuristic water tower size diesel killer manned stretch spider legged heavily armored vehicle crawling over the tattered landscape. It has duel machine guns with pipes and a cooler vent with exposed wires and hydraulic hoses and electric panels on the underbelly and looks menacing. Its paint is chipped and it has bullet holes where it has been shot. The iron is riveted armor plates. Small numbers are painted on the side. Digital grey camouflaged paint. It has a platoon of rough looking soldiers with black goggles manning the guns high up top pointed in all directions. It is hunting the punk rocker soldiers. The punk rock soldiers are scared of what it will do. It crawls pointing its guns downward. The punk rock soldiers are huddled close to the wall looking wide eyed up hoping not to be seen almost frozen from fear clenching their teeth. The wind and the dust are kicking up all around from the diesel beetle moving across the dry land. Off in the distance you can see a destroyed city smoking. This is an oil painting by Ismail Inceoglu
    An engineering project on blue paper for the development of a futuristic off-road military buggy. The off-road buggy is equipped with armored plates with numbers and storage boxes. Detailed dimensions are provided with various links
    A gigantic 90 foot tall futuristic old iron jelly fish floating diesel killer manned stretch thin hydrolic pins and feelers heavily armored colossus floating and feeling over the tattered landscape. It has sharp weapons pointing out with thin pipes and cooler hoses vent with exposed wires and hydraulic hoses and electric panels on the underbelly and looks menacing. Its paint is chipped and is funky colored has bullet holes where it has been shot. The iron is riveted armor plates. Small numbers are painted on the side. It has a platoon of rough looking soldiers with bald heads and colored mohawks and funky goggles manning the over powered guns high up top pointed in all directions. It is hunting the punk rocker soldiers. The punk rock soldiers are scared of what it will do. It floats pointing its guns downward. The punk rock soldiers are huddled close to the wall looking wide eyed up hoping not to be seen almost frozen from fear clenching their teeth. The wind and the dust are kicking up all around from the long stretched thin pin sensors almost like a jelly fish floating across the dry land. Off in the distance you can see a destroyed city smoking. Dead bodies are splattered about. This is an oil painting by Ismail Inceoglu
    microworldlora. Image of a miniature tall, slender robot stands partially buried in the desert sand, its rusted metal legs covered in layers of dust and debris. Its body is a tarnished shell of metal, with missing or exposed parts revealing intricate gears and damaged circuits within. The robot’s thin, jointed arms hang loosely at its sides—one hand, with broken fingers, dangles uselessly, while the other still clutches an ancient repair tool. The robot’s head, oval-shaped and scarred by time, features a single glowing eye that emits a faint, flickering blue light. Cracks run through the glass of the lens, giving the impression of a being that once had purpose but now stands as a relic of a forgotten past. On its chest, a faded and rusted serial number plate is barely visible, a reminder of a long-extinct civilization. Surrounding the robot, small details enhance the scene: frayed cables trail into the sand, fragments of other machines and pieces of technology scattered like remnants of a long-past war or disaster. The robot appears frozen in time, a lonely and silent figure observing the apocalyptic desert as if waiting for a command that will never come
    microworldlora. Image of a miniature tall, slender robot stands partially buried in the desert sand, its rusted metal legs covered in layers of dust and debris. Its body is a tarnished shell of metal, with missing or exposed parts revealing intricate gears and damaged circuits within. The robot’s thin, jointed arms hang loosely at its sides—one hand, with broken fingers, dangles uselessly, while the other still clutches an ancient repair tool. The robot’s head, oval-shaped and scarred by time, features a single glowing eye that emits a faint, flickering blue light. Cracks run through the glass of the lens, giving the impression of a being that once had purpose but now stands as a relic of a forgotten past. On its chest, a faded and rusted serial number plate is barely visible, a reminder of a long-extinct civilization. Surrounding the robot, small details enhance the scene: frayed cables trail into the sand, fragments of other machines and pieces of technology scattered like remnants of a long-past war or disaster. The robot appears frozen in time, a lonely and silent figure observing the apocalyptic desert as if waiting for a command that will never come
    a rust metal plate where the rust forming a number "177"
    microworldlora. Image of a miniature tall, slender robot stands partially buried in the desert sand, its rusted metal legs covered in layers of dust and debris. Its body is a tarnished shell of metal, with missing or exposed parts revealing intricate gears and damaged circuits within. The robot’s thin, jointed arms hang loosely at its sides—one hand, with broken fingers, dangles uselessly, while the other still clutches an ancient repair tool. The robot’s head, oval-shaped and scarred by time, features a single glowing eye that emits a faint, flickering blue light. Cracks run through the glass of the lens, giving the impression of a being that once had purpose but now stands as a relic of a forgotten past. On its chest, a faded and rusted serial number plate is barely visible, a reminder of a long-extinct civilization. Surrounding the robot, small details enhance the scene: frayed cables trail into the sand, fragments of other machines and pieces of technology scattered like remnants of a long-past war or disaster. The robot appears frozen in time, a lonely and silent figure observing the apocalyptic desert as if waiting for a command that will never come
    The image is a digital illustration in a detailed, vibrant, high contrast, semi-realistic art style with 90s retro futuristic anime elements without noise or comic halftone effect. The subject is a Crawler chugging through a desert. The theme of the crawler is pale teal, from its weathered copper hull. The crawler is a vast, 2 mile landship, a battleship with no guns. The crawler is an industrial exploratory vessel. The crawler moves on enormous tank tracks and a number of short fat legs. The bow of the crawler is asymmetrical, one side juts forward to house a large mech bay. The hull of the crawler is formed of irregular copper plates, tarnished and worn from aeons, weathered to a pale streaky teal. The hull has manmy mechanical parts integrated into it. A lance of relatively tiny mechs patrols near the crawler. The background features an abandoned oil refinery at dusk, ((dark)), with a crack of pink sunset on the horizon, industrial setting with metallic pipes and machinery, creating a sense of a dystopian or sci-fi environment. The landscape is otherwise a barren, rolling desert from horizon to horizon. The theme of the oil refinery is black and orange. The theme of the mechs is silver and grey. The theme of the desert is cream and ochre. The theme of the sky is blue and pink. The compostition and the poses are dynamic. The composition is dominated by cool tones, with a muted, slightly gritty texture that enhances the gritty, futuristic atmosphere. ne0nfant4sy
    Cover of a comic book titled “Your Pal Guts" labeled as issue number 17 in the style of Archie Comics. It features three characters: a muscular male character with short black hair in the center, flanked by one female character and a horse. The male character has muscular arms, wears a black cape with shoulder armor, and carries multiple weapons including what appears to be a hammer on the back, a sword at the waist, and possibly more gear attached to the belt. The female character has blonde hair styled into two buns on either side of the head, wears a detailed suit of armor with a pinkish-purple cape and accents. The armor appears to be made of metal, featuring intricate designs and floral motifs on the shoulder plates and chest. The horse has large, bulging eyes, an oversized mouth with teeth bared in a grimace, and pointed ears
    Comic book illustration, 2d A breathtaking hyper-detailed cybernetic portrait of a forgotten android abandoned in a dystopian wasteland, her once-perfect synthetic skin now fractured, revealing a complex mesh of exposed wiring, rusted mechanical plating, and embedded data chips flickering weakly with residual power. Her glowing blue eyes, hauntingly expressive, radiate both sorrow and defiance, with coolant streaks running down her porcelain-like face, resembling artificial tears frozen in time. Her heavy, industrial-grade headset, covered in dirt and chipped paint, hums faintly with static interference, remnants of long-lost transmissions still echoing in her fading consciousness. Her battle-worn limbs, adorned with peeling barcodes and faded serial numbers, feature intricate mechanical components, visibly degraded and barely holding together with patches of electrical tape and improvised repairs. The background is dark and chaotic, an abandoned cyberpunk dystopia of corroded metal and flickering neon debris, with sparks occasionally flaring from malfunctioning machinery. The atmosphere is thick with dust and oil, creating an immersive, cinematic realism where every meticulously rendered crack, every worn-out circuit, and every subtle glow of her failing power core tells the story of an AI left to die in a world that no longer remembers her. <lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.3> <lora:Comic_Style_-_FLUX:0.6>
    A detailed portrait of a steampunk-style helmet worn on a person's head, crafted with vintage mechanical elements and technological components. The helmet features a translucent glass visor multiple vintage mechanical gauges with numbered dials, and a network of technical hoses and wires interconnected across its surface. A small, intricate steam engine is mounted on the side, releasing black steam into the air. The helmet's exterior displays ornate Victorian-era mechanical designs and is reinforced with armored plating, creating a rugged appearance. The scene is set against a sunlit desert backdrop filled with rising smoke and dust particles. The entire image exhibits a distinctive pixel-based, voxel-style construction with glitching effects, where the solid forms appear to break apart into geometric dots and shapes. A ethereal neon-mist in white surrounds the helmet, while neon blue accent colors punctuate the predominantly monochromatic composition. High-contrast digital photography combines pixel art and voxel rendering techniques with cinematic lighting. cpstyle01
    microworldlora. Image of a miniature tall, slender robot stands partially buried in the desert sand, its rusted metal legs covered in layers of dust and debris. Its body is a tarnished shell of metal, with missing or exposed parts revealing intricate gears and damaged circuits within. The robot’s thin, jointed arms hang loosely at its sides—one hand, with broken fingers, dangles uselessly, while the other still clutches an ancient repair tool. The robot’s head, oval-shaped and scarred by time, features a single glowing eye that emits a faint, flickering blue light. Cracks run through the glass of the lens, giving the impression of a being that once had purpose but now stands as a relic of a forgotten past. On its chest, a faded and rusted serial number plate is barely visible, a reminder of a long-extinct civilization. Surrounding the robot, small details enhance the scene: frayed cables trail into the sand, fragments of other machines and pieces of technology scattered like remnants of a long-past war or disaster. The robot appears frozen in time, a lonely and silent figure observing the apocalyptic desert as if waiting for a command that will never come
    A vintage black-and-white photograph of a delivery vehicle modeled after a battle tank, rolling across a battlefield. The machine features treads, armor-like plating, and text large number "144", with a turret modified to carry hamburger orders. The design is reminiscent of war machines, captured in the artistic, archival style of Norman Ackroyd.
    photo abstract using palette of cyan blue brown red green, decayed removed holes of negative space, discarded embedded grid removed lettering reads "404", spot-welded, rusted corrugated grid framework pattern, embedded in natural materials, rusted welded iron, lichen, algae stains, house number plate by side of doorway, underneath scratched
    A white Metallic Porsche 964 Carrera RS Equipped with a large black rear wing parked near the KFC store(A clear KFC Illuminated logo,KFC store exterior,A clear white ITC American Typewriter Bold font "KFC" English red background Signboard.) in the gas station at the Tokyo,a yellow car number plate reading "13-14",The scene is captured from directly above, with a frontal side perspective,Day time,with ambient lighting,shot with a Hasselblad H6D-100c camera and Portra film. <lora:Anime_Art_V3_(FLUX):0.5> <lora:FluxMythAn1meL1nes:0.4> <lora:Fluxartis_28.11A_(FLUX):0.4>

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