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    A nightmarish scene in a dimly lit, decaying hallway. Peeling wallpaper and cracked plaster walls drip with an unsettling, viscous substance. Flickering, sickly green fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows. At the far end, a monstrous silhouette looms, its proportions grotesquely distorted. The creature's massive, oil-stained chainsaw gleams dully, easily twice the size of a normal human. Its blade drips with dark, congealed fluid. The monster's skin is a patchwork of rotting flesh and exposed muscle, with random mechanical parts fused to its body. Glowing red eyes pierce the gloom, filled with malevolent hunger. Torn and bloodied scraps of clothing litter the floor, hinting at previous victims. Rust-covered pipes line the walls, occasionally releasing bursts of foul steam. The air is thick with the scent of decay and motor oil. Shadows seem to writhe and reach out as the creature slowly advances, the menacing growl of its chainsaw echoing off the walls. Hyper-detailed textures emphasize the grime, rust, and decay throughout the scene.
    A gritty yet oddly charming scene of Melissa O'Neil sitting in a dimly lit medieval prison cell, her expression a mix of frustration and amusement. She is dressed in simple, tattered clothing, her hair slightly disheveled but still retaining a hint of her natural elegance. Beside her sits a goose, its feathers ruffled but its demeanor oddly calm, as if it’s used to the situation. The two share a bond of camaraderie, their unlikely friendship evident in the way they sit close together. The cell is small and damp, with rough stone walls and a floor covered in dirty straw. A few rats scurry around, nibbling at scraps of food from cracked clay bowls left forgotten in the corner. The air is thick with the smell of mildew and decay, and the only light comes from a small, barred window high above, casting faint rays of sunlight into the gloom. Melissa leans back against the cold wall, her arms resting on her knees, while the goose waddles around, occasionally pecking at the straw or honking softly. Despite the grim surroundings, there’s a sense of humor and resilience in the scene, as if Melissa and the goose are making the best of their predicament. The art style is detailed and atmospheric, capturing the textures of the stone walls, the straw, Melissa’s clothing, and the goose’s feathers. The lighting is moody, with deep shadows and subtle highlights that emphasize the contrast between the bleak setting and the lively personalities of the characters. This artwork tells a story of friendship, resilience, and finding light even in the darkest places
    cyberpunk, dynamic angle, extremely detailed, vivid and bright, bright red skies, black clouds, gigantic, massive ceramic fountain, cracks in the ceramic fountain, intricate ornament, hi-tech fountain with wires and pipes, scrap on the floor, robot hands, robot parts on the ground, maze like pattern on the ground getting filled with liquid, above the fountain huge full moon, purple stream tar, melting purple moon, epic clouds circular clouds gathering around, dense cdark clouds, detailed clouds, melting purple moon dripping purple liquid into the fountain, moon melting, moon flows into the fountain, horizon is blurry, horizontal line - white ground meets the red sky. UHD, sense of scale,
    A heartwarming, cozy scene of a little mouse living in its underground burrow. The mouse, with soft brown fur and a tiny pink nose, is sitting comfortably on a small, patchwork bed made from leaves and soft moss, with a tiny acorn pillow under its head. The burrow is circular, with earthen walls lined with roots and small pebbles. A wooden bookshelf, carved from a tree root, stands against one wall, filled with miniature books, tiny trinkets, and a small lantern glowing softly. In one corner, a tiny wooden wardrobe holds the mouse’s clothes, which are made from scraps of fabric and dried leaves. There’s a small round table in the center of the burrow, set with a thimble-sized cup of tea and a plate of crumbs. A small, worn rug, made from woven grass, lies on the floor, adding to the warmth of the space. The mouse’s burrow is lit by a soft, warm light coming from glowing mushrooms that grow along the walls, casting gentle shadows and creating a peaceful, inviting atmosphere. The scene feels like a fairy tale, with every detail meticulously crafted to convey a sense of comfort and charm. Hyper-detailed, cozy, fairy tale, tiny mouse, underground burrow, warm lighting, glowing mushrooms, intricate details, heartwarming, inviting atmosphere. <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.8> MythP0rt,
    In a grand and opulently decorated salon, illuminated by the soft flickering of candlelight, sits a proud French aristocrat woman, enveloped in her lavish, intricately designed gown. The dress, made from exquisite silk and adorned with delicate embroidery of golden flora, lavishly spreads around her, casting shadows on the marble floor. Her delicate fingers, painted with a deep crimson hue, delicately cradle a fine crystal wine glass, filled with a rich, ruby-red Bordeaux that glimmers invitingly. The scent of ripe berries wafts through the air as she takes a slow, measured sip, her expression a mix of pleasure and indifference to the world around her. In stark contrast, through the tall, ornate windows, the scene shifts dramatically. Beyond the glimmering chandeliers and intricate tapestries lies the grim reality of 17th-century European life—a shantytown inhabited by the desperate and destitute. Ragged children with dirt-smudged faces play in the dirt, their laughter mingling with the distant cries of a mother haggling for scraps of food at the market stall. The smell of smoke from a nearby cooking fire lingers heavily, blending with the dampness of the cobbled streets. This tableau evokes a tender yet poignant juxtaposition; the aristocrat is the embodiment of grace and luxury, blissfully unaware, or perhaps willfully ignoring, the plight unfolding just beyond her sheltered existence. With a delicate curl of her auburn hair framing her porcelain face, she gazes absently out of the window, the glint of her diamond-studded necklace catching the light, seemingly lost in thought, fully immersed in her own world of indulgence and privilege. <lora:oil_test3_flux:1> ggg
    mythp0rt, vista, dynamic angle, extremely detailed, vivid and bright, bright red skies, black clouds, gigantic, massive ceramic fountain, cracks in the ceramic fountain, intricate ornament, hi-tech fountain with wires and pipes, scrap on the floor, robot hands, robot parts on the ground, maze like pattern on the ground getting filled with liquid, above the fountain huge full moon, purple stream tar, melting purple moon, epic clouds circular clouds gathering around, dense cdark clouds, detailed clouds, melting purple moon dripping purple liquid into the fountain, moon melting, moon flows into the fountain, horizon is blurry, horizontal line - white ground meets the red sky. UHD, sense of scale,
    extremely detailed, vivid and bright, bright red skies, black clouds, gigantic, massive ceramic fountain in a vast red desert, cracks in the ceramic fountain, hi tech fountain with wires and pipes, scrap on the floor, robot hands, robot parts on the ground, above the fountain huge full moon, purple stream tar, melting purple moon, epic clouds circular clouds gathering around, dense cdark clouds, detailed clouds, melting purple moon dripping purple liquid into the fountain, moon melting, moon flows into the fountain, horizon is blurry, horizontal line - white ground meets the red sky. UHD, sense of scale,
    Wolverine stands behind a small, brightly lit shawarma stand in the middle of a bustling, neon-lit city street at night. His adamantium claws are extended, swiftly and precisely slicing through layers of juicy meat on the rotisserie, sending pieces flying onto the counter with flair. He's wearing a stained apron over his usual leather jacket, a gruff expression on his face as he expertly carves the meat. In the background, customers watch in awe, while a tiny kitten playfully bats at a scrap of shawarma on the floor, adding a cute touch to the scene.
    In a dimly lit, cluttered workshop, a group of mischievous gremlins scurry about, their tiny hands busying themselves with the chaotic task at hand. With wide, gleaming eyes and wiry limbs, these small creatures exude an air of playful energy as they tip over paint cans, sending vibrant splatters of red and blue cascading onto the floor. The room is filled with the pungent smell of turpentine and freshly cut wood, creating a chaotic blend that tantalizes the senses. As one gremlin, adorned with a tattered, colorful cap, swings from a workbench, he lets out a gleeful shriek, while another, balancing precariously on a stack of discarded tools, giggles mischievously, clutching a spanner twice his size. The old clock on the wall ticks laboriously, adding to the whimsical pandemonium as scraps of paper flutter about, carried by the excited gusts of air stirred up by their antics. Spools of thread, once neatly stored, are untangled, and bright balls of yarn roll wildly, creating a vibrant, tangled mess across the dusty floor. The sound of clanging metal and high-pitched laughter fills the workshop, underscored by the distant rumble of thunder outside, hinting at an approaching storm. The atmosphere is electric with mischief and delight, as the gremlins continue their chaotic play, leaving a trail of delightful disorder in their wake. <lora:amateurphoto-6version:1> <lora:Weird_Animals:1>
    <lora:amateurphoto-version5-gm:1> Hack Forums scrapped posted to WhatsApp r/me_irl r/pics Shot on iPhone Bad Quality Sharp photo of Early 2000s, party scene, living room with sofas, balloons, beer bottles on the floor, a wizard middle of the crowd dancing, holding a wood staff, pointy hat, long white beard,
    A dark, damp medieval dungeon, where the air is thick with the scent of mold and decay. The stone walls are slick with moisture, and the only light comes from a flickering torch mounted high on the wall. The room is small and oppressive, its ceiling low and its corners shrouded in shadow. Behind a set of rusty iron bars sits Nixie Deerstalker, her fur a mix of soft grays and whites. Her ears are flattened against her head, and her tail flicks angrily behind her. She grips the bars with her clawed hands, her sharp nails digging into the metal as she snarls at the viewer. Her teeth are bared, her eyes glowing with a fierce, almost feral light. Her outfit is tattered and dirty, a once-elegant dress now torn and stained. Despite her dire situation, her beauty is undeniable, her features sharp and striking. Her expression is a mix of defiance and desperation, as if she’s ready to fight her way out at any moment. Behind her, the cell is a grim reflection of her captivity. A thin layer of straw covers the floor, its golden color long faded to a dull brown. A rusty iron bowl sits in the corner, its contents spilling out as a pair of rats nibble at the scraps. Puddles of water dot the floor, reflecting the dim torchlight, and a wooden bucket serves as a makeshift toilet. The atmosphere is heavy with despair and tension, a perfect blend of beauty and brutality. The catgirl’s presence is both captivating and unsettling, a reminder of the harsh realities of a world where even the most graceful creatures can be caged
    A sapling erupts from a cracked marble floor, its branches twisting into textbook pages and surgical tools. Nestled in its roots, a clockwork sparrow feeds parchment scraps to a swarm of glowing aphids. The tree’s trunk bears a face mirroring the woman’s tense expression, while shadowy figures in lab coats pour liquid moonlight into its roots. Style: Art Nouveau-meets-steampunk, with gilded botanical gears and iridescent insect wings, rendered in oxidized copper and jade

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