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    Harlem Renaissance Art Style, Dark Moody Atmosphere, breathtaking cinematic film still of A beautiful dark and twisted Chaos-corrupted Sister of Night Battle-Sister, power armor warped and jagged, infused with purple glowing pulsating runes of Chaos. her face twisted by the taint of the Warp, her eyes glowing a sinister purple. hair purple in a ponytail style, her armor is now twisted into unholy sigils, andd dark tendrils of chaos energy swirl around her form. In one hand she grips a corrupted plasma pistol crackling with dark energy while the other holds a serrated blade oozing with warp-tainted blood. The background is a desolate chaotic battlefield engulfed in flames and dark warp-storm clouds. The atmosphere is oppressive and malevolent, capturing the terrifying fall of a once-devoted warrior now consumed by the power of Chaos. Intricate, highly detailed textures emphasize the corruption with a sense of dark chaotic energy radiating from the scene. Hyper detailed in the artistic styles of Adrian Smith, Mark Gibbons, and Paul Dainton highly detailed background <lora:aidmaGLOWV4wc:0.55> aidmaglow <lora:Aura_Flux:0.55> auralora < <lora:Sisters-of-Battle-FLUX:0.8> sororitas, power armor , dramatic, mysterious, dark moody atmosphere, dynamic, dramatic, 1920s African American culture, Harlem Renaissance art style
    In the heart of a sprawling, enchanted library, where the air is thick with the scent of ancient parchment and the soft hum of magical energy, a figure moves with the grace of a scholar. She is a **High Elf**, her immortal form radiating an innate connection to arcane magic, her skin glowing with a faint, golden hue, as if touched by the light of a thousand stars. Her hair, a cascade of silken silver, falls freely down her back, each strand shimmering like moonlight on water. Her eyes, a piercing emerald green, glow with an inner light, reflecting the boundless knowledge of the arcane. Her face is sharp and elegant, with high cheekbones, a narrow jawline, and full lips painted a deep, regal purple. Her nose, slightly aquiline, flares as she inhales the scent of ancient tomes, and her ears, long and pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the library. She is an **Arcane Wizard**, a scholar of the mystical arts, and her presence is both commanding and enigmatic. Her outfit, a blend of flowing robes and delicate fabric, is both practical and alluring, designed to allow for maximum mobility while still accentuating her lithe form. Her top, a form-fitting robe made from shimmering silk, clings to her torso, accentuating her curves while leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. The fabric is dyed in shades of purple and gold, adorned with intricate patterns of arcane symbols that seem to shift and move as if alive. Her arms are wrapped in delicate, translucent sleeves that float around her like wisps of mist, their edges glowing faintly with magical energy. Around her neck hangs a necklace of small, glowing crystals, each one containing a fragment of arcane power, and a small pouch at her hip holds scrolls and potions for her spells. Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered fabric, each layer dyed in shades of purple and gold, allowing for maximum movement while still providing some protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, shimmering hue, blending seamlessly with the shadows of the library. Her boots, made of supple leather, are laced up to her knees, the soles soft and silent as she moves through the stacks. Her hands, delicate yet powerful, grip a staff of polished wood, the top adorned with a glowing crystal that pulses with the energy of the arcane. The scene around her is one of breathtaking beauty and ancient power. The library is bathed in a soft, golden light, the shelves towering overhead, their surfaces covered in countless tomes that glitter like stars. The air is thick with the scent of parchment and the faint tang of ink, and the faint sound of rustling pages echoes through the halls. The High Elf stands at the center of it all, her staff raised high, her body glowing with arcane energy, a beacon of power amidst the knowledge. The overall color palette is a blend of deep purples, golds, and greens, evoking the essence of the arcane. The light, emanating from the crystals, casts a soft, golden glow over the scene, highlighting the High Elf’s features and the breathtaking beauty of the library. The atmosphere is one of both awe and mystery, a place where the line between the mortal and the magical blurs, and where the Arcane Wizard stands as a conduit for the ancient power of the arcane. This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of an enchanted library, a testament to the power and grace of the Arcane Wizard and her connection to the arcane. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between the mortal and the magical blurs, and where the radiant beauty of the High Elf comes alive in the form of a powerful, enigmatic spellcaster. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    ((on the right a 100 year old, very frail looking, petite granny is wearing (a white nylon track suit with a pink stripe down the side of each leg and a matching pink stripe down the side of each sleeve) , (a thick 1980's style/ (terry cloth) headband with a pink horizontal stripe in the middle), (and matching thick 1980's style/ (terry cloth) wrist bands, both have a pink stripe in the center), (she is facing left and punching left towards the face of a mugger)), <<BREAK>> (On the left a strong male mugger (wearing all black) is facing right (towards the 100 year old granny) (but he is falling backwards to the left away from the granny, after being punched by her) , (his left arm is raised and, in the air above and left of his raised left hand his well defined hand gun is flying left, away from his hand)), <<BREAK>> ((two onomatopoeia caption cards)(/ jagged speech or explosion bubbles with bold colorful fonts) include the easily seen text and legible words "POW!" and another with the word "BAP!") are seen overlayed between the mugger and the granny's fist)) <<BREAK>> [ (Outdoor, ultradynamic, intense action photographic film still), (Filmed on (35mm film) using an (Arriflex 35 camera), (colorized using early 1960's Technicolor), ((the overall theme and mood are a combination of campy aesthetics, with exaggerated sets, and action sequences, described as "pop art" due to its bright colors, dynamic compositions, and playful tone))]
    In a tranquil mesage made entirely of blooming wild roses, in the stillness. A meadow stands tall with a gentle waterfall falling down. Inside, two tall, glowing flowers emerge from deep red and white petals. The words of Uher of souls have come alive against the tranquil meadow, their bold letters spellbound out by gentle waves that flow gently inward through their shadows.
    Ethereal mountain lake scene at dawn with soft morning mist rising from translucent turquoise waters. Delicate wet-on-wet technique creating bleeding edges where distant peaks meet the luminous sky. Pastel washes of lavender and gold blend seamlessly across the horizon, pigment settling naturally into textured cotton paper. Foreground features luminous white birch trees with bleeding bark details and gentle watercolor splatter suggesting falling leaves. Reflections in the still water demonstrate controlled watercolor diffusion, creating perfect mirror images with subtle ripples. Transparent layers build depth through the scene, each wash allowing previous colors to glow through. Masterful negative space technique preserves the paper's natural luminance for highlights on water. Atmospheric perspective achieved through diluted pigment application, colors becoming more transparent toward the horizon. Delicate brushwork details in shoreline vegetation with dry brush texture creating organic patterns. <lora:openart_Surreal_Anime_III_20250104_025344:0.1> <lora:FluxMythAn1meL1nes:0.4> <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.8> <lora:Anime v1.3:0.2> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    ck-sl0thmas,, a high quality digital image of sloth santa sitting a in a sleigh surrounded by presents, he's wearing a big white beard and dressed as santa but it's obvisouly still a cute little sloth, they are on the roof of a house in the dead of night and some snow is falling, the scene is lit by christmas lights on the house
    A surreal, dreamlike scene set high above a dense cloud cover. A small, floating rocky sphere hovers in the sky, where a monk dressed in traditional robes sits cross-legged in deep meditation. The monk exudes calmness and stillness, contrasting with the dynamic, otherworldly landscape. In the vast sky around him, several asteroids streak downward, their fiery trails cutting across the scene as they fall towards the clouds below. The warm, ethereal lighting and gentle colors of dawn or dusk cast a soft glow over the entire composition, evoking a sense of tranquility amid cosmic chaos. <lora:flux_sparklycism.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:ancient.safetensors:0.6>, <lora:Elden_Ring_-_Yoshitaka_Amano.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:The_Dark_Side_Of_The_Future.safetensors:0.33>, <lora:aiai-Glimra-Flux-Dev-v2.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:Engel-Retro-FLUX-Wave-000001.safetensors:1.0>, <lora:Ethereal Grace - s1 g4.safetensors:0.5>, <lora:DarkCore-000003.safetensors:1.0>,
    A dead tree, big dead tree, it's still maintain its composure but there are branches falling and broken, in the middle of that tree there is a sign that says: "Buzz for Life", near the tree there is a squirrel dead body, the background is sun set, the sky is red coloured with orange gradient, An1meL1nes, score_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, source_anime, masterpiece, best quality, skindentation, anime artwork, intricately detailed photorealism, very detailed, highly detailed texture, cinematic illumination, volumetric lighting, detailed face, detailed skin, detailed eyes, rating_explicit, concept art, absurdres, highres, hd, ultra hd quality details, solo focus
    It was an endless network of tree-trunks, broken stone, and tangled brushwood. Here and there through openings in the wood could be glimpsed great cliffs and slopes falling steeply down into the shadows. The air was still, heavy with the smell of moss and decay, and beneath the trees was a silence, unbroken save for the rustling of leaves high overhead.
    That sad day send you off, What am I waiting for? Silently sucking clouds in the sky, Sad afternoon, rain, cry goodbye. Know what to say at the moment of parting? Half earnest love half change, Half of summer fades on the street, yellow autumn half of this feeling. Leaves are always whispering words of leaves, Sadness still reminds me, Smoke lingers in the cold late night, Floating back to a faraway land. Tonight the rain falls silver moon fade, The deep heart of the street suddenly becomes long, The endless wind blows on the shoulders, Does the rain miss someone? 🌧️🌙 ink painting, ink art, splash, traditional media, classic painting, colorful, scenery, very aesthetic, epic, majestic, fantasy art, dreamy, perspective, moody, magical, intricate details, highly detailed, ultra-detailed, absurdres, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, vivid, vibrant, aidmamj6.1
    aidmaMJ6.1, aidmaimageupgrader, Prompt: A humoristic prehistoric jungle scene where a caveman, rugged with messy hair, a scruffy beard, and dressed in tattered animal skins, has crash-landed into a tall tree using a futuristic jetpack. The caveman is tangled in the branches, his expression a mix of panic and shock, with one arm dangling and the jetpack still sputtering small bursts of smoke and fire. Two small aliens, with large eyes and panicked expressions, are falling from the tree, their tiny hands flailing as they tumble toward the ground. The jungle is lush and vibrant, with towering trees, vines, and startled animals watching the chaos unfold. In the background, a sleek alien spaceship lies crashed, its metallic surface glowing faintly amid the smoke. (Extremely detailed and ultra quality. In fantasy cartoonish style)
    aidmaimageupgrader, a high quality digital image of they glow at night, a snowy field on the edge of a forest, it's a clear night and several stars are visible but there's a little bit of snow falling still, a very small and solid five pointed glowing cyan shooting star has crashed violently one point down in the field, a small wisp of smoke is coming from the star and the surrounding snow has melted a little
    Single cherry blossom branch suspended in negative space, embodying mono no aware - the pathos of impermanence. Delicate pink petals falling gracefully against minimalist misty background. Subtle sumi-e ink technique with varied brush pressure creating elegant line quality. Asymmetrical composition embracing fukinsei principle. Vast emptiness (mu) surrounding the branch, suggesting profound quiet. Interplay of presence and absence through carefully balanced negative space. Subdued palette with gentle pink gradients against charcoal grey tones. Masterful brush control revealing both precision and spontaneity. Weathered texture suggesting wabi-sabi appreciation of transience. Meditative stillness captured in the moment between attachment and release. Ethereal quality with soft edges blending into nothingness. Refined artistic execution honoring traditional Japanese aesthetics. <lora:Anime realistic V2:0.4> <lora:reedy-art-style:0.2> <lora:MysticFantasy:0.2> <lora:dreadmirth-art-style:0.6> <lora:风格化-超现实:0.1> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    A dramatic close-up shot of a futuristic soldier’s helmet, showcasing a sleek, elegant design in a smooth white finish with subtle angular details. The helmet's visor is dark and reflective, partially obscuring the soldier’s face. His uniform, primarily in light grey and white tones, appears advanced yet functional, featuring reinforced armor plating with a streamlined, minimalist aesthetic. The soldier is aiming a high-tech pistol forward, its surface slick with raindrops. The scene is set in a wet, stormy environment, with heavy rain falling, droplets clinging to the gun and helmet, and streaking down the visor. The shallow depth of field focuses on the helmet and firearm, while the blurred background suggests a tense, futuristic battlefield or urban war zone. The lighting is moody and cinematic, with a mix of cool blue and white highlights reflecting off the wet surfaces, contrasted by faint ambient city lights or distant explosions in the out-of-focus background. The composition is tight and immersive, emphasizing the soldier’s precision and intensity. <lora:Cinematic_style_2:1> Cinematic style, High quality, Beauty, Realism, Chiaroscuro, Photorealism, Film still
    A hyper-realistic portrait of a woman with light tan skin and soft, rounded facial features, her oval face framed by loose curls of rich chestnut-brown hair falling just past her shoulders. Her almond-shaped green eyes are steady and impassive, her expression unreadable. She wears a casual gray oversized hoodie paired with slim-fit black joggers and chunky white sneakers, blending urban style with comfort. The background and floor are a seamless smoky gray, creating a subdued, contemporary atmosphere. Sitting gracefully in front of her is a sleek black cat, its fur shimmering faintly under the diffused lighting. The cat stretches one paw forward, lightly tapping at her shoelace as if seeking attention. Her hands rest calmly in her lap, her posture relaxed, yet her expression remains unaffected, her gaze fixed beyond the frame. The cat's subtle, deliberate movements contrast with her stoic stillness, creating a delicate tension within the minimalist setting.
    aidmaMJ6.1, aidmaimageupgrader, Prompt: A humoristic prehistoric jungle scene where a caveman, rugged with messy hair, a scruffy beard, and dressed in tattered animal skins, has crash-landed into a tall tree using a futuristic jetpack. The caveman is tangled in the branches, his expression a mix of panic and shock, with one arm dangling and the jetpack still sputtering small bursts of smoke and fire. Two small aliens, with large eyes and panicked expressions, are falling from the tree, their tiny hands flailing as they tumble toward the ground. The jungle is lush and vibrant, with towering trees, vines, and startled animals watching the chaos unfold. In the background, a sleek alien spaceship lies crashed, its metallic surface glowing faintly amid the smoke. (Extremely detailed and ultra quality. In fantasy cartoonish style)
    ,From the knees up, a fallen angel emerges from a lake of liquid fire in the heart of the Inferno. The viewer's perspective captures the upper body in dramatic detail, emphasizing the angel's powerful stance and upward gaze. The angel's torso, once gleaming with celestial light, now bears an unholy, metallic sheen. Intricate patterns of corruption swirl across its skin, telling the story of its fall from grace. The being's face, still hauntingly beautiful yet marred by pride, is turned upward, its eyes fixed on something beyond mortal comprehension in the hellish sky above. Wings of living flame extend from its back, partially visible in the frame. They flare outward and upward, mirroring the angel's gaze and creating a striking silhouette against the blood-red firmament. Embers and sparks dance off these fiery appendages, adding to the dynamic energy of the scene. In one hand, gripped tightly and raised high, the fallen angel holds a sword of pure, white-hot fire. The weapon cuts through the suffocating air, its tip extending beyond the upper edge of the view. The other hand is clenched into a fist at its side, conveying defiance and determination. The background, visible from this knees-up perspective, showcases rivers of molten rock and jagged obsidian cliffs. Chains of ethereal energy can be seen crisscrossing the sky behind the angel's upturned face and raised sword. This composition, focusing on the upper body and upward gaze, captures the fallen angel's mix of power, defiance, and tragic beauty in the midst of infernal surroundings.
    A moment of quiet intensity, framed by the interplay of light and shadow. A person sits in a chair, their posture relaxed yet thoughtful, as if caught in a moment of introspection or contemplation. The lighting is warm and golden, streaming through a barred window above, casting sharp geometric patterns across the scene. These shadows create a dynamic contrast against the soft, muted tones of the room, adding depth and texture to the composition. The individual’s hair is tousled, falling loosely around their shoulders, giving an air of casualness that contrasts with the structured lines of the bars and the stark geometry of the light. Their expression is serene, almost enigmatic, as they look directly at the camera, their gaze steady and unflinching. This direct engagement invites the viewer into the scene, creating a sense of intimacy despite the distance suggested by the framing. Dressed in a simple outfit—a tank top layered beneath a loose-fitting denim jacket—the person exudes a sense of effortless style. The denim jacket, slightly faded and worn, adds a touch of rugged charm, while the tank top underneath hints at comfort and ease. The overall aesthetic is understated yet striking, emphasizing natural beauty over artificial embellishment. The background is minimalistic, dominated by the play of light and shadow. The barred window suggests confinement or restriction, yet the warmth of the sunlight filtering through imbues the space with a sense of hope or resilience. The wooden chair on which the person sits grounds the scene in a tangible reality, its sturdy form contrasting with the ethereal quality of the light. The atmosphere is one of quiet reflection, as though time has slowed within this small, sunlit corner. There is a subtle tension between the stillness of the pose and the dynamic energy of the light, creating a harmonious balance between movement and calm. The image evokes a story of solitude, strength, and inner peace, inviting the viewer to linger and ponder the emotions and thoughts that might be swirling beneath the surface of this tranquil moment. j_art, anime, anime art, <lora:FLUX\jul\J_Anime:0.7>, <lora:FLUX\RealAnime:0.7>
    A whimsical and surreal image depicts a cigarette butt coming to life, seemingly running through a rain-soaked city street. The cigarette, with a lit ember still smoldering at its tip, has been anthropomorphized with thin, stick-like legs in a dynamic stride, as if in mid-sprint. Wisps of smoke trail from the burning end, curling into the misty, rain-filled air. The street is wet and reflective, with blurred lights from distant cars and street lamps adding a touch of urban atmosphere to the scene. The background is softly out of focus, emphasizing the tiny, animated cigarette butt as the central figure. Raindrops fall around it, creating ripples in the puddles, adding a sense of motion and urgency to this playful, imaginative composition. The overall mood is a blend of humor and melancholy, evoking a fleeting moment in a damp, quiet city.
    A hyper-realistic, close-up portrait of a woman whose face is a haunting blend of beauty and scars. One side of her face is flawless—smooth, porcelain skin, high cheekbones, and a soft, radiant glow. Her eye on this side is a piercing green, framed by long, dark lashes, and her lips are full, painted a deep crimson. The other side of her face is a stark contrast—a landscape of scars and disfigurement. The skin is rough and uneven, with deep, jagged lines cutting across her cheek and brow. Her eye on this side is clouded, a milky white, yet it still holds a glimmer of life and resilience. Her lips on this side are slightly twisted, a faint scar running through them, but they still curve into a subtle, defiant smile. Her hair is a cascade of dark waves, falling over her shoulders and partially obscuring the scarred side of her face. The background is absolute darkness, a void that isolates her completely, drawing all attention to her features. The interplay of light and shadow highlights the contrast between her beauty and her scars, creating a powerful, emotional impact.
    A magical winter night unfolds beneath the breathtaking dance of the aurora borealis. A woman with very long, wavy dark-brown hair stands in a snow-blanketed clearing, her soft, feminine features illuminated by the swirling lights above. Her grey eyes shimmer, reflecting the vibrant ribbons of green, pink, and purple as they ripple across the sky, while a faint, bright smile adds warmth to her awe-struck expression. The frost-kissed air catches in the gentle rise and fall of her breath, forming wispy clouds. She is wrapped in a luxurious, fur-lined cloak, its deep charcoal tones edged with ivory fur, perfectly complementing her figure. Beneath the cloak, a flowing dress in a rich midnight blue cascades gracefully to her boots, its fabric sparkling as though catching fragments of starlight. Her gloved fingers brush through the chilled air, outstretched toward the celestial display as if trying to touch its otherworldly glow. Around her, tall evergreen trees rise like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with frost and snow, framing the cosmic show overhead. The ground glistens with icy crystals under the soft hues of the auroras, which cast ethereal, shifting shadows. A stillness fills the scene, broken only by the faint crunch of her boots in the snow as she steps forward, tilting her head to admire the endless expanse of colors. The world around her feels untouched, timeless, and utterly serene—an enchanting union of nature and light
    A photo-realistic scene of a cloud shaped like a man walking on a rainy day. The cloud figure, with well-defined human-like features but still fluffy and ethereal, is holding an umbrella. The setting is a typical rainy day with dark clouds overhead, falling raindrops, and wet streets. The cloud-man's umbrella is open, protecting him from the rain, which lightly passes through parts of his cloud body. The scene captures the everyday realism of a rainy day, with the unusual cloud figure blending seamlessly into the natural environment
    High-resolution anime-style illustration with painterly textures, cinematic morning lighting, and a cozy, atmospheric mood. A young woman leans against the kitchen counter in satin pajamas, her long, wavy chestnut-brown hair loosely tied back, a few strands falling over her tired yet serene face. She holds a freshly brewed cup of coffee in both hands, steam rising as the warm aroma fills the air. The soft golden light of the early morning sun filters through the large window, casting long shadows over the wooden floor and reflecting off the sleek espresso machine still hissing on the counter. Outside, the quiet city skyline stretches in the distance, blurred by the condensation on the glass. The kitchen is minimalistic yet inviting, with a few scattered coffee beans, a sugar jar, and a half-read newspaper beside her. The painterly textures blend warm sunlight with cool morning hues, creating a peaceful and intimate start to the day <lora:illustration:0.5> <lora:Vibrantly_Dark_style_v.1:0.7000000000000001> <lora:Vintage_comic_book:0.8>
    A richly detailed sumi-e painting depicting a tranquil night temple garden illuminated by paper lanterns emitting ethereal glow. Ancient stone pagoda stands partially obscured by flowering magnolia branches, their petals captured mid-fall through negative space. Misty mountains rendered with diluted ink wash technique create depth through gradations of gray and black. A solitary monk figure sits in zazen meditation posture before a moss-covered stone basin with still water reflecting the crescent moon. Delicate bamboo stalks frame the composition with asymmetrical balance. The scene embodies yugen—mysterious profundity—through the interplay of light and shadow. Executed on handmade washi paper with visible fiber texture, traditional inkstone-ground sumi ink applied with varying brush pressure. The atmosphere conveys mono no aware—poignant awareness of impermanence—through the ephemeral moonlight and falling blossoms. Minimal calligraphy characters suggesting 'mindful stillness' appear in the upper corner using ancient tensho script style. <lora:Anime v1.3:0.2> <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.8> <lora:flux_floralizer:0.3> <lora:Rainbow_on_black_style-000003:0.7> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    I am the breath, neither seen nor held, but always felt. I exist in the delicate space between nothingness and life, a bridge between stillness and motion. I am the invisible force that enters with quiet insistence, filling voids with my presence, only to retreat moments later, leaving room for silence to follow. I am transient, yet infinite. I am the rhythm of existence, rising and falling in an endless cycle, a perpetual wave that never truly begins or ends. I carry the weight of moments—joy, despair, calm, and chaos—within my formless self, yet I am unburdened, always moving, always free. I slip through cracks and crevices, shaping the world in my subtle passage. I stir leaves, ripple waters, and touch skin with the gentlest caress or the fiercest gust. I am both fleeting and eternal, the intangible presence that sustains life, whispers across time, and fills the void where nothing else can exist. I am breath, the essence of motion, the soul of the unseen.
    A dramatic image representing falling in love, depicted through the imagery of a drowning figure. At the center is a woman submerged in deep, turbulent water, her long, flowing gown entangled in swirling seaweed and debris. Her arms reach upward toward the faint surface, fingers just outstretched as if she’s grasping for air. Her hair, dark and wild, floats around her in a chaotic halo. Despite the struggle, her expression is eerily calm, with closed eyes and a soft, resigned smile, as though she’s accepted the pull of the tide. The background shows an ocean in turmoil, the water dark and heavy with waves crashing above, but beneath the surface, there is an eerie stillness. Sunlight filters weakly through the water, casting fragmented beams that illuminate her figure. Around her, fish and sea creatures drift by, unbothered by her descent. Farther into the background is a shadowy male figure, staring at the women with an unnaturally wide grin on his face. Blue-green and silver accents highlight the sense of being consumed by the deep, while faint bubbles rise from her lips, symbolizing the final surrender to the depths. conceptual, impressionistic
    In the heart of a dense, ancient forest, where the trees stretch endlessly toward the heavens and the air hums with primal energy, a figure emerges from the shadows. She is a Wildborn, her human form subtly touched by the essence of the wild, her lithe frame adorned with faint, tiger-like stripes that shimmer in the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy. Her eyes, a piercing amber, glow with an inner fire, reflecting the untamed spirit of the wilderness. Her hair, a cascade of dark chestnut waves, falls freely down her back, interwoven with small feathers and beads that speak of her deep connection to nature. Her face is fierce yet alluring, with high cheekbones, a sharp jawline, and full lips painted a deep, earthy red. Her ears, slightly pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the forest, and her nose, small and slightly upturned, flares as she inhales the scent of the earth. She is a Beast Master Ranger, a master of the wild, and by her side strides a massive, sleek panther, its fur as black as midnight, its eyes glowing with the same primal energy that courses through her veins. The panther moves with silent grace, its muscles rippling beneath its dark coat, a perfect extension of her will. She wears a revealing yet practical outfit, a blend of leather and fur, designed for both mobility and protection. Her top, a form-fitting leather corset, is laced tightly across her torso, accentuating her curves while leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. The leather is dyed a deep forest green, adorned with intricate patterns of vines and leaves that seem to shift and move as if alive. Her arms are wrapped in leather bracers, etched with runes that glow faintly with primal magic. Around her neck hangs a necklace of animal teeth and claws, trophies from her hunts, and a small pouch at her hip holds herbs and potions for healing. Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered leather strips, each one dyed in shades of brown and green, allowing for maximum movement while still providing some protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, earthy hue, blending seamlessly with the forest floor. Her boots, made of supple leather, are laced up to her knees, the soles soft and silent as she moves through the underbrush. The scene around her is alive with the sounds and scents of the forest. The trees, ancient and towering, their bark rough and gnarled, stretch endlessly in every direction. The air is thick with the scent of moss and damp earth, and the faint rustle of leaves whispers secrets of the wild. A small stream winds its way through the forest, its waters crystal clear, reflecting the dappled sunlight that filters through the canopy. Birds chirp in the distance, their songs a symphony of life, while the occasional growl of a predator echoes through the trees, a reminder of the untamed nature of this place. The overall color palette is a rich tapestry of greens, browns, and golds, evoking the essence of the forest. The light, filtered through the leaves, casts a soft, golden glow over the scene, highlighting the Wildborn’s features and the sleek form of her panther companion. The atmosphere is one of both danger and beauty, a place where life and death are intertwined, and where the Wildborn reigns supreme. This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of the wild, a testament to the power and grace of the Beast Master Ranger and her bond with the natural world. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between human and beast blurs, and where the primal energy of the forest comes alive in the form of a fierce, untamed warrior. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    A dimly lit room, where the only source of light comes from the glow of a computer monitor. The screen displays a striking image of a woman. Her expression is mysterious, or even haunting. The room itself is shrouded in shadows, with faint outlines of cluttered desks, tangled cables, and shelves filled with tech equipment barely visible in the background. The monitor's glow casts subtle reflections on nearby surfaces, like a glass of water and a keybord, adding depth and texture to the scene. The color palette is dominated by cool tones with the warm, faint amber glow of a distant desk lamp adding a touch of contrast. The overall composition feels cinematic, like a still from a cyberpunk thriller, blending technology, mystery, and human emotion into a single, captivating frame. The second monitor, positioned nearby, displays crisp, text reading: 'Browsing civitai and accidentally falling in love.' The text is clean and modern, contrasting sharply with the shadowy atmosphere of the room.
    The scene is bathed in a soft, golden glow that filters through the warm ambiance of what appears to be a cozy café or indoor space. The lighting is gentle yet inviting, with hanging filament bulbs casting a warm, diffused light that highlights the subject while leaving the background slightly blurred and dreamlike. A young woman stands at the center of the frame, her presence both serene and engaging. Her long, wavy hair cascades loosely around her shoulders, catching the light in its natural waves. The sunlight streaming through the windows behind her adds a subtle shimmer to her hair, giving it a luminous quality that enhances her delicate features. Her expression is calm and thoughtful, as though she is lost in quiet contemplation or simply enjoying the moment. She is dressed in a crisp white button-down shirt, which falls loosely over her frame, adding an air of casual elegance. The fabric of the shirt catches the light, creating soft shadows that accentuate its texture and the graceful lines of her posture. A small, delicate necklace adorns her neck, its simple design complementing her understated style without drawing attention away from her natural beauty. The background is softly out of focus, suggesting a relaxed, intimate setting. Warm-toned wooden furniture and additional hanging lights create a sense of depth and warmth, while hints of greenery and artwork on the walls add layers of color and character to the environment. The overall atmosphere feels inviting and tranquil, as though this is a place where time slows down, allowing for moments of quiet reflection or connection. The interplay between the natural light coming through the windows and the artificial warmth of the bulbs creates a harmonious balance, emphasizing the peaceful mood of the scene. The woman’s gaze is directed slightly off-camera, as if she is observing something just beyond the viewer’s perspective, adding an element of mystery and intrigue to the image. This moment captures a blend of simplicity and sophistication, where the subject’s quiet confidence and the warm, inviting surroundings come together to create a scene that feels both personal and universal. It is a snapshot of stillness amidst the everyday, a reminder of the beauty found in the smallest, most ordinary moments. j_art, anime, anime art, <lora:FLUX\jul\J_Anime:0.7>, <lora:FLUX\RealAnime:0.7>
    An enigmatic composition bathed in soft, diffused light, blending whispers of surrealism and melancholia. The scene unfolds in a cinematic atmosphere where subtle textures and delicate grains add depth, while the interplay of light and shadow enhances the quiet intensity of the moment. A subdued color palette merges with ethereal haze, evoking a dreamlike quality and timeless stillness. The central subject –From an extreme low angle, a single droplet of ink falls from a shadowy ceiling, captured mid-motion as it splashes onto a white surface. The droplet morphs into a growing swarm of shadow puppets, their shapes spreading outward in intricate detail, casting an ominous aura over the frame– is delicately framed, their presence balanced between mystery and intimacy. Surrounding elements, rich in symbolic undertones, anchor the narrative in an otherworldly context. Organic details like softly swaying flora or faintly glowing surfaces contrast with stark, haunting figures, creating a juxtaposition that is both poignant and surreal. The composition invites introspection, with negative space amplifying the mood's resonance. Every detail, from the atmospheric depth to the muted highlights, serves to craft an image that feels suspended in an emotional, poetic realm, steeped in quiet nostalgia. surreal style
    Imagine a haunting black and white photograph of a woman's face, captured in a moment of eerie disintegration. Her face, once serene, is now wrecking apart, with cracks and fractures spreading across her skin and falling like a fragile porcelain doll breaking. Her lips are slightly parted, as if caught mid-breath or in a silent gasp, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. From one side of her face, a viscous black oil seeps and melts down, distorting a lot her features as it flows. The contrast between the smooth, flowing liquid and the cracked, breaking skin creates a striking visual tension. Her eyes are particularly arresting—completely black with only a stark white iris, giving her gaze an unnatural, otherworldly intensity. The monochromatic palette enhances the mood, with deep shadows emphasizing the contrast between the broken, oozing elements and the still-intact parts of her face. The overall effect is a powerful image that blends beauty and horror, capturing a moment of haunting transformation.jitostyle
    cinematic film still historical fantasy art, , photorealistic image of a dangerous beautiful blindfolded sorceress with an air of mystery and dominance. Her face is delicate and angular, her pale skin illuminated by moody, dramatic lighting that casts deep shadows on one side. Sharp cheekbones, high-arched brows, and a knowing smirk. lips painted in deep crimson, Her eyes are concealed beneath an intricately embroidered black blindfold, adorned with faint magical runes that subtly glow with an eerie, enchanted energy. Her chestnut-brown hair is styled in a tousled, choppy bob with uneven bangs framing her face, strands falling carelessly over the blindfold ,we cannot see her eyes,( covered eyes:1.3) she casts a spell, She wears a deep crimson corset and gown with ornate embroidery, laced tightly to accentuate her figure, paired with a high-collared black lace choker. The intricate detailing of her outfit blends gothic and regal aesthetics, emphasizing her dangerous allure. in the background fantastical powerful winds of magic swirl, The winds of magic whirl around her and in the background with ferocity, crackling with danger,<lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.5> <lora:Sinfully_Stylish_.02_for_FLUX:0.7> <lora:aidmaFLuxPro1.1_v0.3:0.65> aidmafluxpro1.1 . shallow depth of field, vignette, highly detailed, high budget, bokeh, cinemascope, moody, epic, gorgeous, film grain, grainy
    (analog grainy film still taken on polaroid film, vhs footage low quality, Analog distortion effect, Retro video quality) A chicken ventures forth on a slender, trembling beam, its heart racing as it navigates the perilous path. Enormous, menacing pendulums with sharp, gleaming spikes swing menacingly around it, each swing bringing them closer to the fragile bird. Below, a bed of deadly spikes protrudes from the ground, ready to impale anything that falls. The air is thick with danger, every movement of the chicken echoing the tension, as the pendulums crash down with an ear-piercing clang, ensuring the stakes are higher than ever. (analog grainy film still taken on polaroid film, vhs footage low quality, Analog distortion effect, Retro video quality)
    A girl wanders through the dim aisles of a forgotten bookstore, her fingertips skimming across the dusty spines of books untouched years. A single, pale shaft of light filters through a hole in the ceiling, illuminating the floating dust in the stagnant air. Her oversized, off-the-shoulder sweater hangs loosely over a sleek bodysuit, paired with thigh-high stockings and worn leather boots. Her shoulder-length, silver-blue hair is tousled, a stray lock falling over one eye as she turns the brittle pages of a book, its words faded with time. The wooden floor beneath her creaks softly, the scent of aged paper and ink lingering in the air. Shelves lean precariously, their contents spilling onto the floor, some books forever trapped beneath collapsed displays. A forgotten café corner in the back still holds empty cups and chairs frozen in a moment long past.
    A super close-up of a small mushroom house, resembling a red-and-white lighthouse, standing at the edge of a tiny snow-covered clearing in the forest. The mushroom’s cap is dusted with a layer of fresh snow, with a thin wisp of smoke rising from a tiny chimney on top. Its translucent, wet surface softly glows, casting a warm, inviting light over the snow-blanketed forest floor. The surrounding trees are heavy with snow, their branches bending under the weight. The cold winter air feels still, except for the soft fall of snowflakes, and the mushroom’s light gently illuminates the frosty, magical scene, offering a cozy refuge in the heart of the frozen forest. Floating particles, dense snowfall,
    masterpiece, high-quality, A mystical elven queen stands beneath a luminous archway of crystalline vines, captured from a tilted side view that highlights the dynamic interplay of light and shadow across her shimmering emerald and gold gown. Her short, golden hair is crowned with radiant ornaments resembling falling stars, and her serene expression radiates quiet power. Around her, glowing moths drift lazily through the misty air, their wings leaving faint trails of light that ripple through the hyperdetailed reflections on the crystalline ground. Behind her, an endless meadow of bioluminescent flowers stretches toward a surreal twilight horizon where two massive, glowing moons hover in perfect stillness., <lora:FLUX\FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3> <lora:FLUX\ArcaneFGTNR:0.5> <lora:FLUX\VividlySurrealApex:0.6> <lora:FLUX\DarksunRiddV4:0.6> <lora:FLUX\Anime v1.3:0.5>
    "Lilith & Azrael," demon queen and her fallen angel consort, locked in a forbidden embrace, hyperdetailed, 8k resolution concept art, WLOP, H.R. Giger, Royo, deep crimson and obsidian hues, hyperrealism, digital painting, their faces inches apart, Lilith’s smirk teasing against Azrael’s lips, his once-golden halo cracked and shattered, molten embers flickering in his abyssal black eyes. Lilith’s clawed fingers trail along his jaw, her crimson-tipped nails drawing thin, glowing lines of celestial blood, his massive blackened wings curling protectively around them, their textures a mix of scorched feathers and molten gold. Her onyx horns frame her regal, infernal beauty, the glow of hellfire reflecting off her flawless, porcelain skin marked with delicate infernal sigils. His bare chest is marred with glowing runes of exile, his silver armor broken and tarnished, his body still sculpted in divine perfection despite his fall. Shadows coil around them as embers rise like dying stars, the last remnants of a love both cursed and eternal, rendered in stunning, ethereal lighting by Pablo Amaringo.
    Hollywood Cinematic Film style, epic photography, dramatic light, Kodak film style, A hyperrealistic cinematic portrait of a young woman standing in a vast, snow-covered expanse, her deep brown eyes holding a quiet intensity as the wind carries fresh snowflakes around her. Her wavy black hair, tousled and weightless, moves with the icy gusts, individual strands catching the soft ambient light. She is wrapped in a heavy, dark olive winter coat speckled with frost, its intricate fabric creases adding realism, layered over a plush orange fleece lining that peeks through the collar and hood, its fur trim catching the falling snow. A black hoodie beneath, adorned with vibrant embroidered patterns, subtly contrasts against the muted color palette of her outerwear. The blurred background of an endless winter field, coated in frost, stretches behind her, creating an ethereal and melancholic atmosphere, where the soft flurries of snow add an element of quiet motion to the frozen stillness. <lora:Dreamy_Korean_Style_Illustration_FLUX_LoRA:0.5>
    Eye of the Beast A zoomed-in shot of Seraena€™s face, half-lit by the eerie glow of her arcane amulet, as she stares down a mutated cursed beast emerging from the shadows. Her sandy blonde hair is slightly disheveled, falling over her brow as she remains motionless, trying to gauge the creature '™s next move. The close-up captures the intensity in her eyes, the beads of sweat on her forehead, and the faint scars on her cheek. Her armor, dented and weathered, speaks of countless encounters with the dangers of these wilds. The background is a blur of dark, crumbling shapes, hinting at the ruined interior of an ancient temple. Shot on a 4k cinematic film-still, the scene channels the suspenseful, close-quarters tension of "Lord of the Rings; Rings of Power". The still conveys a moment of quiet, desperate caution.
    Imagine a haunting black and white photograph of a woman's face, captured in a moment of eerie disintegration. Her face, once serene, is now wrecking apart, with cracks and fractures spreading across her skin and falling like a fragile porcelain doll breaking. Her lips are slightly parted, as if caught mid-breath or in a silent gasp, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. From one side of her face, a viscous black oil seeps and melts down, distorting a lot her features as it flows. The contrast between the smooth, flowing liquid and the cracked, breaking skin creates a striking visual tension. Her eyes are particularly arresting—completely black with only a stark white iris, giving her gaze an unnatural, otherworldly intensity. The monochromatic palette enhances the mood, with deep shadows emphasizing the contrast between the broken, oozing elements and the still-intact parts of her face. The overall effect is a powerful image that blends beauty and horror, capturing a moment of haunting transformation.
    Delicate interplay of transparent watercolor pigments depicting a luminous avian sanctuary nestled among ancient willow trees, their trailing branches creating misty veils over still pond waters. Soft-edged brushwork captures iridescent plumage of herons in graceful poses, their reflection bleeding into rippled surfaces below. The scene features wet-on-wet transitions between cerulean sky and golden afternoon light, with granulating textures suggesting moss-covered stones. Paper grain visible through translucent washes, creating atmospheric depth and sun-dappled shadows. Masterful color bleeds between ultramarine blue and burnt sienna create purple-gray transition zones. Ethereal mist rises from water's edge, edges deliberately undefined where avian forms merge with environmental elements. Delicate splatter techniques suggest falling willow catkins and dancing insects. A contemplative composition showcasing watercolor's unique ability to capture both precise details and dreamlike ambiguity. <lora:Fluxartis 28.11A:0.6> <lora:Sinfully_Stylish_1.0_Flux:0.1> <lora:MysticFantasy:0.6> <lora:Bonafida.Studio:0.4> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    cinematic still ass focus, black jeans, Young brunette woman wearing a cozy, pink kirby-themed hat, standing in a snowy parking lot at night. Snowflakes gently fall around her, glistening under soft streetlights, casting a peaceful ambiance. Her expression is calm and slightly contemplative, small smiles forming as she watches the falling snow. She faces away, showing off a massive ass in her black jeans, with her head looking over her shoulder back at the viewer. The background shows parked cars, dim streetlights, and a faint glow from nearby buildings, all softened by the snowfall. The scene is cool-toned, with a subtle, reflective shimmer on the snowy ground adding depth and atmosphere. <lora:so7ass:1.20><lora:Winter_Toque_Threader_FLUX:1> <lora:FLUX_PAWG:1>, detailed skin texture, (blush:0.5), (goosebumps:0.5), subsurface scattering . emotional, harmonious, vignette, highly detailed, high budget, bokeh, cinemascope, moody, epic, gorgeous, film grain, grainy
    Midjourney style, Pastel, Dry Chalk, Crayons, Midjourney, Cinematic, High Fidelity, Realism, Chiaroscuro, Still Film, "Side profile of a young woman with delicate features, captured in a dramatic low-key lighting style. The light falls softly on her face, highlighting the contours of her cheeks and collarbone, while leaving the background in deep shadow. She is wearing an off-the-shoulder lace dress, with intricate details visible in the soft lighting. The atmosphere is intimate and serene, with a cinematic focus on the play of light and shadow on her skin, creating a mood of quiet introspection and elegance." Style by Greg Rutkowski Studio Ghibli Genshin Impact
    A fern-shrouded Japanese tea garden nestled beside a natural hot spring, where ancient moss-covered stone lanterns illuminate winding gravel paths. Steam rises gently through bamboo thickets, creating ethereal veils across miniature arched bridges. Weathered copper wind chimes sway in the gentle breeze, their patina matching the aged cedar beams of a small meditation pavilion. Vibrant autumn maples reflect in perfectly still koi ponds, their crimson leaves occasionally falling to create rippling circles. Scattered ceramic tea bowls rest on rough-hewn granite benches, gathering morning dew. The atmosphere is bathed in golden afternoon light filtered through paper umbrellas, casting honeyed shadows across textured stone walls draped with climbing hydrangeas. Intricate details captured in photorealistic 8k resolution, masterful composition with natural depth of field, serene contemplative mood. <lora:NeonFantasyPrimeFLUX-000049:0.2> <lora:RM_Enhancer_v1.0_bf16:0.4> <lora:Niji B:0.4> <lora:Illustration concept Variant 3A:0.1> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    monochromatic art by William Kentridge and Elaine de Kooning, slim and lithe woman and In a surreal landscape, an unexpected sight unfolding in this captivating spectacle. The orange storm rages on, swirled with fiery red light, as the massive figure of Santa Luna takes shape on its body, with his eye stone, which has just been revealed to have taken root. As she walks past, we see the magnificent gaze of the Russian giant that created it before us, Cathode tube, extremely beautiful, Cartelcore, Cande lightsoft bounced lighting, Photogravure, Sun Rays, Cibulak Porcelain, Monochrome, hard light, Pixabay, Palette Knife Drawing, Still Life, Polished Navy Blue and Olive ("The bird that dares to fall is the bird that learns to fly.":1.3) , Demoscene, by GLaDOS, copper neon hue, studio lighting, Provia, Black lighting, Agfacolor, Beautifully Lit, Pixel Art, Gilded, Motion blur, Gloomcore, UHD, Contemporary drawing, charcoal animation, exploration of politics, history, and memory, Abstract Expressionism, figurative art, dynamic brushwork, exploration of movement and form
    Imagine a haunting black and white photograph of a woman's face, captured in a moment of eerie disintegration. Her face, once serene, is now wrecking apart, with cracks and fractures spreading across her skin and falling like a fragile porcelain doll breaking. Her lips are slightly parted, as if caught mid-breath or in a silent gasp, adding to the unsettling atmosphere. From one side of her face, a viscous black oil seeps and melts down, distorting a lot her features as it flows. The contrast between the smooth, flowing liquid and the cracked, breaking skin creates a striking visual tension. Her eyes are particularly arresting—completely black with only a stark white iris, giving her gaze an unnatural, otherworldly intensity. The monochromatic palette enhances the mood, with deep shadows emphasizing the contrast between the broken, oozing elements and the still-intact parts of her face. The overall effect is a powerful image that blends beauty and horror, capturing a moment of haunting transformation.
    famous artwork, award-winning hyper-realistic digital illustration, highly aesthetic, gorgeous, stunning, beautiful, high resolution, uhd, 8k, dramatic, epic, meticulous, accurate, at night, dim lighting, low angle of view, dynamic, perfect symmetry, turning elder keys, latches unlock, stare upon visions of dread, faces of istehar, pieces falling from patterned skies, countless patterns forming, myriad, prospects shaped from stygian lies, lies segmenting slowly, myriad, shifting forms, cryptic inscriptions, galactic nebula, cyclopean tomb, star-born entity, ancient beyond time, endless chasm, lurking shadows, lovecraftian, cthulhu mythos, ovg, arsmoviestill, 80s fantasy movie still, r3alisticf, <lora:style-skooldaze_fantasy_portrait-flux-by_skylar1023:0.56> <lora:style-80s_fantasy_movie-v3-flux-by_arsmachina:0.88> <lora:mythic_fantasy-realistic-flux-by_velvets:1.0> A stark, monochromatic scene of a vast, barren desert. The sky is an oppressive shade of black, devoid of celestial bodies, except for three towering, fiery letters spelling "NIHIL!" in an archaic font. These letters stand like skyscrapers, crafted from the void, their flaming edges casting a sinister glow over the ash-like dunes. In the foreground, a solitary figure in a tattered cloak stands with their back to the viewer, motionless against the nihilistic backdrop. Their shadow stretches dramatically, merging with the darkness beneath the letters, a physical manifestation of the Latin exclamation of nothingness.
    In the heart of a volcanic wasteland, where rivers of molten lava carve their way through the cracked earth and the air is thick with the scent of sulfur and ash, a figure emerges from the haze. She is a Magma Child, her humanoid form infused with the essence of molten rock, her skin glowing with a faint, reddish-orange hue, as if the fires of the earth itself burn within her. Her hair, a wild cascade of flowing lava, falls freely down her back, each strand shimmering with an inner heat, flickering like the flames of a forge. Her eyes, a smoldering amber, glow with an intensity that matches the volcanic fires, reflecting the unyielding power of the earth’s core. Her face is fierce and commanding, with sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and full lips painted a deep, fiery red. Her nose, slightly aquiline, flares as she inhales the scorching air, and her ears, slightly pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the rumbling earth. She is a **Rune Knight**, a warrior who channels the primordial magic of the earth through ancient symbols of power, and her presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Her outfit, a blend of heavy, volcanic armor and flowing fabric, is both practical and majestic, designed to protect her in battle while still allowing for the freedom of movement needed to wield her runic powers. Her chest plate, forged from blackened volcanic rock, is adorned with glowing runes etched into its surface, each one pulsing with the energy of the earth. Her shoulders are protected by pauldrons shaped like molten boulders, their edges crackling with heat. Around her neck hangs a pendant in the shape of a fiery rune, its surface glowing faintly with the power of the earth. Her arms are encased in gauntlets of the same volcanic rock, their surfaces etched with runes that pulse with a soft, orange light. Her hands, strong and calloused from years of wielding a weapon, grip a massive warhammer, its head forged in the shape of a molten boulder, the metal glowing with heat. Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered metal plates, each one dyed in shades of black and orange, allowing for maximum movement while still providing protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, shimmering hue, blending seamlessly with the volcanic landscape. Her boots, made of reinforced volcanic rock, are laced up to her knees, the soles thick and sturdy, grounding her against the scorching heat. The scene around her is one of raw power and destruction. The volcanic wasteland stretches endlessly in every direction, the ground cracked and broken, with rivers of molten lava carving their way through the earth. The air is thick with the scent of sulfur and ash, and the faint sound of rumbling earth echoes across the landscape. The Magma Child stands at the center of it all, her warhammer raised high, her body glowing with the energy of the earth, a beacon of power amidst the desolation. The overall color palette is a blend of deep blacks, oranges, and reds, evoking the essence of fire and earth. The light, emanating from the molten lava, casts a harsh, orange glow over the scene, highlighting the Magma Child’s features and the raw power of the volcanic wasteland. The atmosphere is one of both awe and terror, a place where the line between the mortal and the elemental blurs, and where the Rune Knight stands as a conduit for the primordial magic of the earth. This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of a volcanic wasteland, a testament to the power and grace of the Rune Knight and her connection to the earth’s core. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between the mortal and the elemental blurs, and where the molten beauty of the Magma Child comes alive in the form of a powerful, awe-inspiring warrior. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    Ahah, swift arrow vanishes vainseeker first, Loos'd premature ere squareness met is metered; Then verily were Parthian shaft wing-whirring Swift-crossbow bolt fired true from unseen bowman, Piercing Hamtaro's heroic heart clean through; Hero-kneels before Death's uncaring gaze then falls, Great Sword still gripped tight 'fore quavering arm yields ... impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, Oil Painting, surreal, concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, volumetric lighting,
    Let go I’ve still got a hold on you I rip through the oceans between us Covered in white dust You’re pulling me in, pulling me in every direction But if I disappear Doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be near you again, one day Give in There’s nobody listening To every crack in between us If you’re tongue tied in terror I’m stretching my arms into the dark hoping you’d fall But if I disappear Doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be near you again If I disappear doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be near you again One day, one day, one day If I disappear Doesn’t mean that I don’t want to be near you again, one day
    Midjourney style, Pastel, Dry Chalk, Crayons, Midjourney, Cinematic, High Fidelity, Realism, Chiaroscuro, Still Film, "An emotional and dramatic scene depicting the final moments of Anna Karenina from Leo Tolstoy's novel. Anna stands on the edge of a train platform, her face illuminated by the glow of the distant train headlights approaching through a misty, cold Russian night. Her expression is a mix of despair and resolution, as the wind tugs at her elegant yet disheveled dress, symbolizing her inner turmoil. Snow gently falls around her, adding to the melancholic atmosphere. The world behind her fades into a blur, reflecting the isolation and sorrow of her decision. Dark, moody tones with soft lighting evoke the tragic beauty of her fate." style of Jean Baptiste Monge,
    High-resolution anime-style illustration with painterly textures, cinematic morning lighting, and a cozy, atmospheric mood. A Black woman, afro airdo, leans against the kitchen counter in satin pajamas, her curly, soft chestnut-brown hair loosely tied back, a few strands falling over her tired yet serene face. She holds a freshly brewed cup of coffee in both hands. The soft golden light of the early morning sun filters through the large window, casting long shadows over the wooden floor and reflecting off the sleek espresso machine still hissing on the counter. Outside, the Paris city skyline stretches in the distance, blurred by the condensation on the glass. The kitchen is minimalistic yet inviting, with a few scattered coffee beans, a sugar jar, and a half-read newspaper beside her. The painterly textures blend warm sunlight with cool morning hues, creating a peaceful and intimate start to the day <lora:illustration:0.5> <lora:Vibrantly_Dark_style_v.1:0.7000000000000001> <lora:Vintage_comic_book:0.8>
    In the heart of a volcanic wasteland, where rivers of molten lava carve their way through the cracked earth and the air is thick with the scent of sulfur and ash, a figure emerges from the haze. She is a Magma Child, her humanoid form infused with the essence of molten rock, her skin glowing with a faint, reddish-orange hue, as if the fires of the earth itself burn within her. Her hair, a wild cascade of flowing lava, falls freely down her back, each strand shimmering with an inner heat, flickering like the flames of a forge. Her eyes, a smoldering amber, glow with an intensity that matches the volcanic fires, reflecting the unyielding power of the earth’s core. Her face is fierce and commanding, with sharp cheekbones, a strong jawline, and full lips painted a deep, fiery red. Her nose, slightly aquiline, flares as she inhales the scorching air, and her ears, slightly pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the rumbling earth. She is a **Rune Knight**, a warrior who channels the primordial magic of the earth through ancient symbols of power, and her presence is both awe-inspiring and terrifying. Her outfit, a blend of heavy, volcanic armor and flowing fabric, is both practical and majestic, designed to protect her in battle while still allowing for the freedom of movement needed to wield her runic powers. Her chest plate, forged from blackened volcanic rock, is adorned with glowing runes etched into its surface, each one pulsing with the energy of the earth. Her shoulders are protected by pauldrons shaped like molten boulders, their edges crackling with heat. Around her neck hangs a pendant in the shape of a fiery rune, its surface glowing faintly with the power of the earth. Her arms are encased in gauntlets of the same volcanic rock, their surfaces etched with runes that pulse with a soft, orange light. Her hands, strong and calloused from years of wielding a weapon, grip a massive warhammer, its head forged in the shape of a molten boulder, the metal glowing with heat. Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered metal plates, each one dyed in shades of black and orange, allowing for maximum movement while still providing protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, shimmering hue, blending seamlessly with the volcanic landscape. Her boots, made of reinforced volcanic rock, are laced up to her knees, the soles thick and sturdy, grounding her against the scorching heat. The scene around her is one of raw power and destruction. The volcanic wasteland stretches endlessly in every direction, the ground cracked and broken, with rivers of molten lava carving their way through the earth. The air is thick with the scent of sulfur and ash, and the faint sound of rumbling earth echoes across the landscape. The Magma Child stands at the center of it all, her warhammer raised high, her body glowing with the energy of the earth, a beacon of power amidst the desolation. The overall color palette is a blend of deep blacks, oranges, and reds, evoking the essence of fire and earth. The light, emanating from the molten lava, casts a harsh, orange glow over the scene, highlighting the Magma Child’s features and the raw power of the volcanic wasteland. The atmosphere is one of both awe and terror, a place where the line between the mortal and the elemental blurs, and where the Rune Knight stands as a conduit for the primordial magic of the earth. This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of a volcanic wasteland, a testament to the power and grace of the Rune Knight and her connection to the earth’s core. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between the mortal and the elemental blurs, and where the molten beauty of the Magma Child comes alive in the form of a powerful, awe-inspiring warrior. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    In the heart of a forgotten, moonlit glade, where the trees stand tall and silent like ancient sentinels, a solitary figure kneels amidst a circle of glowing runes. She is a **Dream Walker**, a mystic whose very presence seems to blur the line between reality and dreams. Her form is slender and ethereal, her movements fluid and deliberate, as if she is one with the shadows and the moonlight. Her skin is a pale, almost translucent white, with faint, silvery patterns that shimmer like starlight. Her eyes, a deep, endless black, seem to hold the mysteries of the cosmos within them, reflecting the faint light of the moon. Her face is delicate yet strong, with high cheekbones and a narrow, pointed chin. Her lips are painted a soft, iridescent silver, and her expression is one of serene focus, as if she is in constant communion with the dream realm. Her outfit is a blend of ethereal elegance and mystical design, crafted from shimmering fabrics that seem to shift and change with the light. She wears a robe of deep, midnight blue, its surface embroidered with intricate patterns of stars and constellations. The fabric is so fine it appears almost translucent, blending seamlessly with the night. Over this, she wears a cloak of silver thread, its edges frayed and tattered, as if it has weathered the passage of countless dreams. Around her waist, a belt of woven moonlight holds an array of small pouches filled with herbs, crystals, and other mystical reagents. Her arms are adorned with delicate, transparent sleeves made from spider silk, their surfaces etched with faint, glowing runes. In her hands, she holds a staff of polished silver, its surface carved with intricate patterns of moons and stars, and its tip adorned with a glowing, crescent-shaped crystal. Her hair is a cascade of silver, streaked with strands of black and blue, as if the night sky itself has kissed her locks. It falls freely around her shoulders, framing her face and adding to her air of otherworldly beauty. Around her neck, she wears a pendant of polished moonstone, its surface etched with the symbol of a crescent moon, a reminder of her connection to the dream realm. The Dream Walker kneels in the center of the glade, surrounded by towering trees and thick, overgrown vines. The air is cool and still, and the faint sound of rustling leaves echoes through the silence. The ground beneath her is covered in a thick layer of moss and fallen leaves, and the faint outline of an ancient altar can be seen in the distance, its surface covered in strange, arcane symbols that pulse faintly with a dark, otherworldly light. She raises her staff, the crystal at its tip glowing brighter as she channels her magic into the runes around her. The runes respond to her call, their surfaces glowing faintly as they twist and shift, forming a barrier of shimmering light around her. Her eyes glow brighter, and her voice rises above the rustle of leaves, a soft, melodic chant that seems to echo through the very fabric of reality. The air around her shimmers and distorts, as if the very fabric of reality is bending to her will. The scene is one of quiet power, a moment frozen in time as the Dream Walker stands alone in the heart of the glade. The colors of the glade are muted and dark, the blues and silvers of the moonlight contrasting with the deep blacks and greens of the trees and underbrush. The air is thick with the promise of dreams, of battles yet to be fought and mysteries yet to be unraveled. This is a moment of unity between the Dream Walker and the dream realm, a testament to her power and her unbreakable bond with the forces of the subconscious. Let this image be a masterpiece of fantasy art, a tribute to the enigmatic beauty of the dream realm and the fierce, unyielding spirit of those who walk the path of the mystic. Let it capture the essence of the Dream Walker, her power, her grace, and her unbreakable connection to the forces of the subconscious. Let it be a scene that inspires awe and wonder, a glimpse into a realm where the line between reality and dreams blurs, and where the night is not just a place of rest, but a source of power and mystery. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    In the heart of a moonlit glade, where the silver light of the moon filters through the dense canopy of ancient trees, a figure moves with the grace of a shadow. She is a Shadar-kai, her elven form touched by the essence of the Shadowfell, her pale, almost translucent skin glowing faintly in the moonlight. Her hair, a cascade of silken black, falls freely down her back, interwoven with small, shimmering threads of silver that catch the light like stars in the night sky. Her eyes, a deep, endless void of black, seem to absorb the light around them, reflecting the infinite darkness of her homeland. Her face is sharp and angular, with high cheekbones, a narrow jawline, and full lips painted a deep, blood red. Her nose, slightly aquiline, flares as she inhales the cool night air, and her ears, long and pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the forest. She is a Shadow Rogue, a master of stealth and deception, and her presence is both alluring and dangerous. Her outfit, a blend of dark leather and flowing fabric, is both practical and seductive, designed to allow for maximum mobility while still accentuating her lithe form. Her top, a form-fitting leather corset, is laced tightly across her torso, accentuating her curves while leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. The leather is dyed a deep, midnight black, adorned with intricate patterns of shadowy vines that seem to shift and move as if alive. Her arms are wrapped in leather bracers, etched with runes that glow faintly with shadow magic. Around her neck hangs a necklace of small, dark crystals, each one containing a fragment of shadow energy, and a small pouch at her hip holds tools for lockpicking and traps. Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered fabric, each layer dyed in shades of black and gray, allowing for maximum movement while still providing some protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, shimmering hue, blending seamlessly with the shadows of the forest. Her boots, made of supple leather, are laced up to her knees, the soles soft and silent as she moves through the underbrush. Her hands, delicate yet deadly, grip a pair of daggers, their blades forged from a dark, shadowy metal that seems to absorb the light around them. The scene around her is one of serene beauty and hidden danger. The glade is bathed in the soft, silver light of the moon, the trees towering overhead, their leaves whispering secrets to the night. The air is thick with the scent of moss and damp earth, and the faint rustle of leaves whispers secrets of the wild. A small stream winds its way through the glade, its waters crystal clear, reflecting the moonlight like a mirror. The Shadar-kai moves with the grace of a predator, her form blending seamlessly with the shadows, her daggers glinting in the moonlight as she prepares to strike. The overall color palette is a blend of deep blacks, silvers, and grays, evoking the essence of the night. The light, filtered through the leaves, casts a soft, silver glow over the scene, highlighting the Shadar-kai’s features and the serene beauty of the glade. The atmosphere is one of both tranquility and danger, a place where the line between light and shadow blurs, and where the Shadow Rogue reigns supreme. This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of a moonlit glade, a testament to the power and grace of the Shadow Rogue and her connection to the shadows. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between the mortal and the shadow blurs, and where the shadow-touched beauty of the Shadar-kai comes alive in the form of a deadly, enigmatic assassin. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    Cinematic scene Capitol resident attending a winter gala in a stylishly cold environment. The ensemble features a long, tailored coat made from luxurious grey wool, with a double-breasted design and oversized lapels that convey elegance and warmth. The coat is adorned with intricate silver embroidery along the seams, adding a touch of Capitol opulence. Underneath, the resident wears a fitted turtleneck dress in a lighter shade of grey, crafted from a soft, knitted fabric that provides both comfort and sophistication. The dress falls just below the knees and features a subtle pattern that echoes the coat’s embroidery, creating a cohesive look. Footwear consists of knee-high, heeled boots in rich charcoal suede, with textured detailing that adds dimension and interest. Accessories include a thick, statement scarf in a contrasting silver hue, wrapped stylishly around the neck, and a pair of elegant gloves made from soft leather, lined with plush fur. The resident’s hair is styled in a sleek bob, with a metallic headband that reflects the winter theme, and makeup includes a frosty eyeshadow palette complemented by a soft nude lip. A chic, structured handbag in matching grey leather completes the ensemble, ensuring the look is both warm and fashion-forward, perfectly embodying the Capitol’s unique winter flair. Captures the immerse wealth and fashion of the resident in this dystopian city. background dystopian city with authoritarian architecture. <lora:Cinematic_style_2:1> Cinematic style, High quality, Beauty, Realism, Chiaroscuro, Photorealism, Film still
    In the heart of a forgotten, moonlit glade, where the trees stand tall and silent like ancient sentinels, a solitary figure kneels amidst a circle of glowing runes. She is a **Dream Walker**, a mystic whose very presence seems to blur the line between reality and dreams. Her form is slender and ethereal, her movements fluid and deliberate, as if she is one with the shadows and the moonlight. Her skin is a pale, almost translucent white, with faint, silvery patterns that shimmer like starlight. Her eyes, a deep, endless black, seem to hold the mysteries of the cosmos within them, reflecting the faint light of the moon. Her face is delicate yet strong, with high cheekbones and a narrow, pointed chin. Her lips are painted a soft, iridescent silver, and her expression is one of serene focus, as if she is in constant communion with the dream realm. Her outfit is a blend of ethereal elegance and mystical design, crafted from shimmering fabrics that seem to shift and change with the light. She wears a robe of deep, midnight blue, its surface embroidered with intricate patterns of stars and constellations. The fabric is so fine it appears almost translucent, blending seamlessly with the night. Over this, she wears a cloak of silver thread, its edges frayed and tattered, as if it has weathered the passage of countless dreams. Around her waist, a belt of woven moonlight holds an array of small pouches filled with herbs, crystals, and other mystical reagents. Her arms are adorned with delicate, transparent sleeves made from spider silk, their surfaces etched with faint, glowing runes. In her hands, she holds a staff of polished silver, its surface carved with intricate patterns of moons and stars, and its tip adorned with a glowing, crescent-shaped crystal. Her hair is a cascade of silver, streaked with strands of black and blue, as if the night sky itself has kissed her locks. It falls freely around her shoulders, framing her face and adding to her air of otherworldly beauty. Around her neck, she wears a pendant of polished moonstone, its surface etched with the symbol of a crescent moon, a reminder of her connection to the dream realm. The Dream Walker kneels in the center of the glade, surrounded by towering trees and thick, overgrown vines. The air is cool and still, and the faint sound of rustling leaves echoes through the silence. The ground beneath her is covered in a thick layer of moss and fallen leaves, and the faint outline of an ancient altar can be seen in the distance, its surface covered in strange, arcane symbols that pulse faintly with a dark, otherworldly light. She raises her staff, the crystal at its tip glowing brighter as she channels her magic into the runes around her. The runes respond to her call, their surfaces glowing faintly as they twist and shift, forming a barrier of shimmering light around her. Her eyes glow brighter, and her voice rises above the rustle of leaves, a soft, melodic chant that seems to echo through the very fabric of reality. The air around her shimmers and distorts, as if the very fabric of reality is bending to her will. The scene is one of quiet power, a moment frozen in time as the Dream Walker stands alone in the heart of the glade. The colors of the glade are muted and dark, the blues and silvers of the moonlight contrasting with the deep blacks and greens of the trees and underbrush. The air is thick with the promise of dreams, of battles yet to be fought and mysteries yet to be unraveled. This is a moment of unity between the Dream Walker and the dream realm, a testament to her power and her unbreakable bond with the forces of the subconscious. Let this image be a masterpiece of fantasy art, a tribute to the enigmatic beauty of the dream realm and the fierce, unyielding spirit of those who walk the path of the mystic. Let it capture the essence of the Dream Walker, her power, her grace, and her unbreakable connection to the forces of the subconscious. Let it be a scene that inspires awe and wonder, a glimpse into a realm where the line between reality and dreams blurs, and where the night is not just a place of rest, but a source of power and mystery. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    A bustling city square filled with life and celebration. Colorful balloons and flowers decorate the scene, while flags wave gently in the breeze. Merchants line the edges of the square, enthusiastically offering their goods—fresh fruits, handmade trinkets, and steaming street food. The air is filled with the sounds of laughter, chatter, and the occasional strum of a lute from a wandering bard. In the center of the square stands a large, iron cage, drawing the attention of passersby. Inside the cage sits a catgirl (furry), her ears drooping and her tail wrapped around herself. Her expressive eyes are downcast, and her fur is slightly disheveled, clearly showing she’s in trouble. A sign is planted firmly next to the cage, its bold letters clearly reading: 'THIEF.' People walk by, casting judgmental glances her way. Some stop to point and whisper, their faces twisted in disapproval. A group of children gathers nearby, giggling and teasing her, throwing small pebbles or bits of food at the cage. The catgirl shrinks back, her pride wounded but her spirit still flickering with defiance. The contrast between the festive atmosphere of the square and the somber, humiliating scene in the cage creates a striking and emotional image. The catgirl’s predicament raises questions about justice, mercy, and the way society treats those who fall from grace style_of_RS7fn0G75R
    A realistic, intimate close-up of the last cyborg animals—a once-fluffy black cat and a once-soft, clumsy dog. Their synthetic fur is patchy, revealing aged mechanical joints, frayed wires, and corroded circuits beneath. The cat’s round, glassy eyes, flickering weakly, hold a trace of their former curiosity, while the dog’s dim, artificial pupils reflect quiet, fading warmth. Snow falls gently around them, melting against the exposed metal, sending tiny, flickering sparks into the cold air. Faint red light drifts like dying embers, catching in the cat’s fractured whiskers and the dog’s static-ridden ears, as if the world itself mourns their fading existence. The background, blurred and distant, suggests the remnants of a ruined, frozen forest—nature long abandoned, its beauty now a ghostly memory. Yet in this silent, desolate moment, there is something achingly beautiful—the way they lean into each other, instinctively seeking warmth they no longer feel, their broken bodies still yearning for connection. The last of their kind, staring forward into the endless snowfall, as if searching for something lost—a past they can never return to, or a future that will never come.
    In the hushed stillness of a temperate forest awash in silken rainfall, a diminutive avian ambassador presides regally amidst the undergrowth. Sheltering beneath the flared umbrella of a burnished russet agaricus, the petite owlet surveys its aqueous kingdom with a gaze equal parts wise and winsome. Downy plumage of tawny and ivory hues ruffles subtly in the breeze-borne kisses of precipitation, each filament dewdrop-laden and luminous. Gossamer wisps of vapor curl sensually around the fungal pedestal, softening edges and lending an ethereal nimbus to the tableau. Beyond the immediate sanctuary, the woodland murmurs with the susurrus of falling water, leaves and needles acting as thousands of percussive instruments in a symphony composed by the elements themselves. impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, surreal, digital artwork, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, vibrant, volumetric lighting, aidmaMJ6.1
    A Hungover Muppet stands before a porcelain throne, its Muppet eyes squinting in agony as it struggles to remember the previous night's events. A faint aura of yesterday's party haze still clings to the air, and a telltale drool stains the corner of its mouth. As the Muppet slowly raises its hand to its forehead, a wave of nausea washes over them, followed by a spectacular eruption of Rainbow Yarn that bursts forth from their mouth like a psychedelic vomit. The yarn swirls through the air in shimmering loops and spirals, leaving trails of glittering confetti-like strands as it falls into the toilet with a soggy splash. Water rushes up to meet it, creating a swirling vortex of color and chaos within the bowl. Confetti, balloons, and streamers still cling to the walls and ceiling, while a discarded party hat lies crumpled and forgotten nearby. The sound of distant music and laughter echoes through the space, but it's clear that the party is now over...and the Muppet has found the perfect place to flush away its evidence.
    Under a vast, star-strewn sky, where the moon hangs like a radiant guardian casting its silvery light over the land, an ancient and overgrown archway stands atop a small, verdant hill. This archway, a relic of a forgotten age, is a fusion of manmade artistry and natural wonder, its light grey stones weathered by time and embraced by the earth itself. Some of its elements are meticulously carved, bearing the marks of skilled hands, while others seem to have grown organically from the landscape, as if the very rocks and cliffs conspired to shape this mystical gateway. The archway is nearly a ruin, its stones cracked and crumbling, yet it exudes an aura of enduring power. Massive rocks and boulders, both at its base and atop its structure, appear to anchor it to the hill, as though the earth refuses to let it fall. Thick ivy snakes across its surface, weaving through the cracks and crevices, while lush green bushes and moss blanket the ground around it, softening the edges of the ancient stones. The air is thick with the scent of damp earth and wildflowers, and the faint sound of rustling leaves adds to the sense of quiet mystery. At the center of the archway, the portal shimmers with an otherworldly light blue glow, its surface rippling like liquid starlight. Through its translucent veil, glimpses of a medieval town can be seen—narrow cobblestone streets, timber-framed houses with glowing windows, and the faint outlines of townsfolk moving about their nightly routines. The portal seems to hum with energy, a bridge between worlds, inviting yet enigmatic. Rudimentary stone stairs, worn smooth by countless footsteps, wind their way up the hill to the archway. Each step is uneven, as if carved by hands that understood the land’s natural contours. The surrounding area is a vast, open steppe, its rolling grasses swaying gently in the midnight breeze. Beyond the steppe, steep cliffs rise dramatically, their jagged edges illuminated by the moon’s glow. Waterfalls cascade down the cliffs, their waters catching the starlight as they plunge into serene lakes and winding rivers below. The sound of rushing water mingles with the stillness of the night, creating a symphony of nature’s contrasts. The sky above is a masterpiece of midnight blue, dotted with countless stars that seem to pulse with life. The moon, full and radiant, casts its light over the scene, bathing everything in a silvery sheen. A few wispy clouds drift lazily across the heavens, their edges glowing faintly as they pass before the moon. The overall color composition is a harmonious blend of cool blues, silvers, and greens, creating a magical and mystical atmosphere that feels both timeless and otherworldly. This is a place where the boundaries between realms blur, where the ancient and the eternal converge. The archway, with its shimmering portal and overgrown stones, stands as a testament to the mysteries of the universe, a gateway to worlds unknown. The scene is alive with the whispers of the past and the promise of the future, a moment frozen in the stillness of the night, waiting for those brave enough to step through and discover what lies beyond. It is a vision of enchantment, a glimpse into a world where magic and nature are one, and where every stone, every beam of light, tells a story of wonder and awe. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    aidmaimageupgrader, a high quality digital cartoon styled image of they glow at night, a snowy field on the edge of a forest, it's a clear night and several stars are visible but there's a little bit of snow falling still, a very small and solid five pointed glowing white shooting star has crashed violently one point down in the field, a small wisp of smoke is coming from the star and the surrounding snow has melted a little, the sstar has a big smile
    cyborg, exosuit, mech, futuristic, Off-center composition, right-aligned dynamic composition, A person is wearing a white exosuit. The costume has a clear plastic covering the head and shoulders. There is a silver bar on top of the head, solo, very long hair, looking at viewer, wearing a helmet, transparent raincoat, multiple wires, cables, smile, wet, black background, In a Shinto Shrine: The once-sacred grounds are now overrun with neon holograms and augmented reality advertisements. The torii gates flicker with electric blue light, and robotic lanterns line the path, humming with energy. Synthetic cherry blossom petals fall slowly from cybernetic trees, mixing tradition with the high-tech present., cinematic film still glamorous photo figurativism art by Nigel van Wieck, painting, detailed art by Grayson Perry, ceramics, vibrant, provocative, humorous, narrative, cultural critique, Figurative, narrative, cinematic, dreamlike . high fashion, luxurious, extravagant, stylish, sensual, opulent, elegance, stunning beauty, professional, high contrast, detailed . shallow depth of field, vignette, highly detailed, high budget, bokeh, cinemascope, moody, epic, gorgeous, film grain, grainy
    digital art by Adam Martinakis, Goro Fujita and Filip Hodas, Illustration, A cinematic still from a dark fantasy movie featuring the menacing head of a dragon emerging from pitch-black darkness. The dragon’s anatomy is intricate and fearsome, with overlapping, armor-like scales that shimmer faintly where the light touches. Spikes extend from the sides of its head, dark and smooth like polished ebony, while smaller spines trail along its jawline. Its eyes, pierce through the darkness with an intense glare. The light falls dramatically on its face, highlighting the jagged edges of its fangs and the textured scales around its cheeks and forehead. The body, neck, and background are engulfed in impenetrable shadow, creating a stark contrast that emphasizes the dragon's imposing visage. The atmosphere is foreboding and mythical, like a climactic reveal in a fantasy epic. Fantasy painting, art, detailed art, Surrealism, digital manipulation, ethereal landscapes, Concept art, VR painting, imaginative worlds, whimsical characters, digital illustration, dystopian landscapes, surreal compositions, vibrant colors, dynamic dramatic atmosphere, dynamic cinematic color, flowing, best, unique
    A majestic river gorge bathed in sunlight stretches through a rugged landscape, with towering rocky cliffs framing the scene. Multiple waterfalls cascade gracefully down the cliffs, their waters shimmering in the bright light as they tumble into the river below. The Hudson River School’s grand, expansive approach captures the vastness of the scene, emphasizing the beauty of nature’s raw power and scale. The sunlight filters through the trees lining the gorge, casting dappled shadows on the cliffs and sparkling in the water, creating a sense of depth and vastness. Michael James Smith’s hyperrealistic precision enhances the beauty of the scene, with the reflections of the waterfalls and surrounding landscape perfectly mirrored in the still pools of water below. Each droplet of water is meticulously rendered, creating a lifelike sense of movement as the falls crash into the river. The rocks glisten with moisture, while the textures of moss, stone, and foliage are so finely detailed they seem almost tangible. David Kassan’s inclusion of human elements, perhaps hikers pausing to take in the awe-inspiring view or distant figures walking along the gorge, adds a layer of realism and scale to the scene. These subtle human touches remind the viewer of nature’s immensity and our place within it, while the warm sunlight bathing the entire landscape evokes a sense of peace and serenity. pay special attention to natural true colors.
    gold and blue and grey and grey and grey, So can you understand That I want a girl while I'm still young I want to hold her hand And show her some beauty before this damage is done But if it's too much to ask Then send me a boy Under the overpass In the parking lot we're still waiting it's already passed So move your feet from hot pavement and into the grass you always seemed so sure that one day we would be fighting in a suburban war your part of town against mine i saw you standing on the opposite shore but by the time the first bombs fell we were already bored the kids want to be so hard but in my dreams we are still screaming and running through the yard when all of the walls that they built in the seventies fall it meant nothing at all sometimes i cannot believe it i am moving past the feeling and into the night. vantablack, ArsMJStyle, dnddarkestfantasy, aidmaimageupgrader, ne0nfant4sy, detailmaximizer
    Comic book style scene of a serene, mystical woman standing on the edge of a jagged cliff in snowy mountains at dusk. She wears flowing robes of deep indigo with shimmering silver constellations layered over sleek, light power armor. Pouches at her waist and legs add practicality to her ethereal presence. Her hood casts shadows over her face, but glowing, pupil-less eyes pierce through with calm strength. Beside her, a sleek white panther stands poised, its body faintly illuminated with glowing, intricate patterns mirroring her robes. Its piercing eyes scan the snow-covered trees below, exuding vigilance. The bond between the two is unmistakable, their stillness contrasting the swirling snow. The eerie, dim blue light from above casts long shadows over the cliffside, blending the snowy landscape into the jagged, dark mountains. Snow falls gently, muffling the wilderness below, where tall evergreens rise like shadowy sentinels. The angle is dynamic, slightly low, emphasizing the woman and her panther as figures of quiet strength in the desolate, mystical expanse. comic book style, dynamic angle, dynamic viewpoint, cyberpunk.
    In the heart of a serene, otherworldly garden, where time seems to stand still and the air is filled with the delicate fragrance of blooming flowers, stands a warrior of ethereal beauty and quiet strength. The garden is a sanctuary of pure white—white flowers carpet the ground, their petals soft and luminous, while a majestic white-leafed tree towers above, its branches stretching toward the heavens like the arms of a benevolent guardian. The sunlight filters through the leaves, casting a gentle, golden glow over the scene, creating an atmosphere that is both peaceful and mystical. She is a warrior, her presence a blend of grace and power. Her light blue hair falls in soft waves, its color reminiscent of a clear summer sky, its strands catching the light and shimmering with an almost supernatural glow. Her clear blue eyes, sharp and piercing, seem to hold the wisdom of the ages, their gaze both serene and commanding. Her face, framed by her flowing hair, is a picture of elegance and determination, her expression one of quiet confidence as she stands amidst the garden's beauty. She is dressed in a light blue dress inspired by the style of a kimono, its fabric soft and flowing, its surface adorned with golden flower patterns that catch the light with every movement. The dress is short, its hem ending just above her knees, its sleeves reaching only to her elbows, leaving her lower arms bare. The chest of the dress features a daring opening, revealing the white shirt she wears beneath. The shirt, with its puffy sleeves and deep cleavage, adds a touch of refinement to her ensemble, its fabric crisp and clean. Her lower arms are protected by white leather bracers, their surfaces etched with intricate patterns, their design both practical and stylish. Her hands, encased in black fingerless gloves, rest on the guard of a long and broad sword, its blade a harmonious blend of white and light blue, its surface gleaming with a faint, otherworldly light. The sword, though a weapon, seems almost like an extension of her being, its presence as commanding as the warrior who wields it. Beneath the dress, she wears black leggings, their fabric sleek and supple, their design both comfortable and practical. Her knees are protected by white metal guards, their surfaces polished to a mirror sheen, their edges etched with delicate patterns. Her dark brown knee-high leather boots, their surfaces adorned with subtle golden accents, grip the ground with a firmness that speaks of her connection to the earth, their design a blend of practicality and artistry. Around her waist, she wears a black belt, its surface adorned with black leather satchels and bags, their contents no doubt holding the tools and treasures of her trade. The belt, though simple in design, adds a touch of ruggedness to her otherwise elegant appearance. The focus of this composition is the warrior, her upper body and face capturing the essence of her character. The interplay of light and shadow highlights her features, the intricate details of her attire, and the graceful grip on her sword. The background, though rich in detail, remains secondary, ensuring that she remains the centerpiece of this peaceful and mystical tableau. The overall color palette is a harmonious blend of light blues, whites, and golds, accented by the soft pastels of the garden and the warm hues of the sunlight. The scene is bathed in a warm, golden light, as if the very essence of the garden has come alive to illuminate her presence. This is not just a portrait; it is a journey into a world where strength and beauty reign, and the line between warrior and nature blurs, a testament to the timeless allure of the warrior who stands as a beacon of grace and power in the heart of the garden. Let this image be a masterpiece of fantasy art, a tribute to the elegance and mystery of the warrior who commands the blade and the hearts of all who behold her. DB4RZ, g0thicPXL, mythp0rt <lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ-v2:0.8>, <lora:gopFLUX:0.15>, <lora:artisketchyfs-v02:0.2>, <lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.15>
    A magical winter night unfolds beneath the breathtaking dance of the aurora borealis. A woman with very long, wavy dark-brown hair stands in a snow-blanketed clearing, her soft, feminine features illuminated by the swirling lights above. Her grey eyes shimmer, reflecting the vibrant ribbons of green, pink, and purple as they ripple across the sky, while a faint, bright smile adds warmth to her awe-struck expression. The frost-kissed air catches in the gentle rise and fall of her breath, forming wispy clouds. She is wrapped in a luxurious, fur-lined cloak, its deep charcoal tones edged with ivory fur, perfectly complementing her figure. Beneath the cloak, a flowing dress in a rich midnight blue cascades gracefully to her boots, its fabric sparkling as though catching fragments of starlight. Her gloved fingers brush through the chilled air, outstretched toward the celestial display as if trying to touch its otherworldly glow. Around her, tall evergreen trees rise like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with frost and snow, framing the cosmic show overhead. The ground glistens with icy crystals under the soft hues of the auroras, which cast ethereal, shifting shadows. A stillness fills the scene, broken only by the faint crunch of her boots in the snow as she steps forward, tilting her head to admire the endless expanse of colors. The world around her feels untouched, timeless, and utterly serene—an enchanting union of nature and light
    ((on the right a 100 year old, very frail looking, petite granny is wearing (a white nylon track suit with a pink stripe down the side of each leg and a matching pink stripe down the side of each sleeve) , (a thick 1980's style/ (terry cloth) headband with a pink horizontal stripe in the middle), (and matching thick 1980's style/ (terry cloth) wrist bands, both have a pink stripe in the center), (she is facing left and punching left towards the face of a mugger)), <<BREAK>> (On the left a strong male mugger (wearing all black) is facing right (towards the 100 year old granny) (but he is falling backwards to the left away from the granny, after being punched by her) , (his left arm is raised and, in the air above and left of his raised left hand his well defined hand gun is flying left, away from his hand)), <<BREAK>> ((two onomatopoeia caption cards)(/ jagged speech or explosion bubbles with bold colorful fonts) include the easily seen text and legible words "POW!" and another with the word "BAP!") are seen overlayed between the mugger and the granny's fist)) <<BREAK>> [ (Outdoor, ultradynamic, intense action photographic film still), (Filmed on (35mm film) using an (Arriflex 35 camera), (colorized using early 1960's Technicolor), ((the overall theme and mood are a combination of campy aesthetics, with exaggerated sets, and action sequences, described as "pop art" due to its bright colors, dynamic compositions, and playful tone))]
    Floating in the dark expanse of a storm-laden sky, an enormous, ancient hand emerges from the clouds, its rough, stone-like skin cracked with glowing veins of molten gold. Cradled in its palm, a tiny, self-contained thunderstorm rages—a miniature world of swirling black clouds, streaking lightning, and crashing waves no larger than a teacup. The rain falls in reverse, droplets rising back into the clouds instead of descending. Occasionally, flashes of tiny figures can be seen within the storm—sailing ships braving the waves, winged creatures riding the gales, and shadowy silhouettes standing on impossibly small islands. The giant’s hand remains still, as if offering the storm to an unseen force, while above, an even greater eye—large enough to eclipse the sky—watches with silent curiosity. The wind howls through the heavens, forming ghostly shapes that dissolve into mist as quickly as they appear. Lightning streaks across the giant’s knuckles, illuminating the swirling tempest in its palm. The storm does not escape, nor does it grow—it simply exists, a raging world contained within a titan’s grasp. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <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>
    ne0nfant4sy,A feral werewolf, mid-transformation, with thick, dark fur sprouting from his skin as his glowing yellow eyes burn with primal fury. His face, still half-human, twists in agony as sharp fangs emerge from his snarling mouth, his features caught between man and beast. His muscular arms, covered in bristling fur, bulge with barely contained power, claws extending from his hands as they grip the ground beneath him. His skin, pale beneath the growing coat of fur, shimmers in the eerie light of a full moon that hangs low in the sky behind him. His ragged clothing clings to his form, torn at the seams as his body contorts with the transformation. His dark hair, wild and matted, falls into his glowing, animalistic eyes as his body trembles with a feral hunger. Behind him, a mist-covered forest looms, the twisted trees silhouetted against the moonlight. The air is thick with tension, and the faint sound of his labored breathing mixes with the distant howls of other creatures of the night. His expression is one of rage and torment.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>
    ,From the knees up, a fallen angel emerges from a lake of liquid fire in the heart of the Inferno. The viewer's perspective captures the upper body in dramatic detail, emphasizing the angel's powerful stance and upward gaze. The angel's torso, once gleaming with celestial light, now bears an unholy, metallic sheen. Intricate patterns of corruption swirl across its skin, telling the story of its fall from grace. The being's face, still hauntingly beautiful yet marred by pride, is turned upward, its eyes fixed on something beyond mortal comprehension in the hellish sky above. Wings of living flame extend from its back, partially visible in the frame. They flare outward and upward, mirroring the angel's gaze and creating a striking silhouette against the blood-red firmament. Embers and sparks dance off these fiery appendages, adding to the dynamic energy of the scene. In one hand, gripped tightly and raised high, the fallen angel holds a sword of pure, white-hot fire. The weapon cuts through the suffocating air, its tip extending beyond the upper edge of the view. The other hand is clenched into a fist at its side, conveying defiance and determination. The background, visible from this knees-up perspective, showcases rivers of molten rock and jagged obsidian cliffs. Chains of ethereal energy can be seen crisscrossing the sky behind the angel's upturned face and raised sword. This composition, focusing on the upper body and upward gaze, captures the fallen angel's mix of power, defiance, and tragic beauty in the midst of infernal surroundings.
    As the sunset falls peacefully across a lone beach, a breathtaking aerial scene unfolds. At the base of it all comes to life in the stillness and tranquility: rolling hilltops, lush foliage that seems to reach out towards the viewer below. A vast, endless expanse surrounds these stunning features. The landscape unfolds in its intricate textures as we approach, with hints and curves of blue, orange, green,
    A realistic close-up of a vibrant yellow bird perched on a moss-covered branch in the heart of a dense rainforest. The bird's feathers are detailed and soft, with delicate droplets of moisture clinging to them, as if it had just rained. Its beady, dark eyes glisten in the soft natural light filtering through the thick canopy above. Surrounding the bird are blurred, deep green leaves and vines, with a few drops of rain still falling, creating a misty, humid atmosphere. The lighting is warm and diffused, highlighting the bird's vivid yellow color against the lush, shadowy backdrop of the rainforest, evoking a serene and natural mood
    mythp0rt, ArsMJStyle, FFAIM, impressionism, style is detailed and epic, A young woman reclines on a floating platform of soft, glowing moss, her body bathed in ambient pink and cyan light. The world around her is a dreamscape—twisting vines with bioluminescent veins curl toward the sky, their colors shifting subtly, as if breathing. The air is filled with tiny drifting petals, illuminated from below by a vast city of distant neon lights, reflected in the smooth, glass-like water beneath her. She holds a delicate glass sphere in her hands, inside which a miniature galaxy swirls, stars flickering as if responding to her touch. Her dress is translucent, catching the surrounding hues like stained glass, making her form seem both solid and ephemeral. Her eyes glow softly, mirroring the cosmic light from the sphere. Above, the sky is a deep, inky purple with a crescent moon that appears to be dripping silver liquid, forming constellations as it falls. There’s a stillness, yet an underlying movement—like the entire scene is on the verge of shifting into something new.
    Sumi-e brushwork depicting sacred cranes wading through misty marshlands at dawn, executed on aged washi paper with traditional sumi ink in varying tonal gradations. Minimalist composition emphasizing negative space (ma) with delicate reed strokes and subtle vermilion seal marks. Cranes rendered with decisive, fluid brushstrokes capturing their elegant necks and meditative posture - embodying the Japanese concept of yūgen (profound grace). Background suggests mountain silhouettes using diluted ink wash technique (tarashikomi), creating depth through atmospheric perspective. Seasonal elements indicate early winter transition with sparse snowflakes falling into still water, illustrated using bokashi gradation method. Compositional balance achieved through asymmetry (fukinsei) with birds positioned according to classical proportions. Fine details in feathers contrast with bold, spontaneous splashes capturing the birds' reflection in water - exemplifying the controlled spontaneity of Zen aesthetics. <lora:New_Fantasy_CoreV4_FLUX:0.3> <lora:ArtNouveau2Flux:0.6> <lora:flux_dev:1>
    A peaceful walk through a city park in the early morning: The park is bathed in the soft, golden light of dawn. A young woman in a light jacket and sneakers walks along a winding path, the grass beneath her feet still dewy from the night. She carries a small tote bag and is deeply absorbed in the peacefulness of the moment. The trees around her are tall and lush, their leaves just starting to turn shades of yellow and orange, hinting at the coming fall. The air is fresh and crisp, with the scent of wet earth and leaves in the breeze. The distant sounds of birds chirping and a nearby fountain add to the serene atmosphere. A few joggers pass by, their feet thumping softly on the path, while an elderly man strolls leisurely with a dog. The park is quiet, with only a few people taking in the calm before the busy day begins. In the distance, the skyline of the city is visible, towering above the greenery, but the park remains an oasis of tranquility. Perfect composition, photorealistic textures, soft lighting with delicate reflections in the pond, vibrant but soothing colors, and a calm, atmospheric feel. A stunning masterpiece, 8k ultra-quality, capturing a serene moment of everyday life. A breathtaking masterpiece, 8k ultra-quality, inspired by DB4RZ style painting, NeoPigma, in the style of cksc, anime, and cultural realism.
    A highly detailed and hyper-realistic cinematic still inspired by the victorious Cleopatra: Cleopatra stands tall and triumphant, her posture exuding power and grace. She is dressed in a flowing, translucent white gown, swirling majestically in the desert wind. Her long, black hair falls over her shoulders as she raises both arms in a commanding gesture, victorious after a hard-fought battle. Behind her, a vast throng of her people follows, their heads bowed in reverence and loyalty, stretching far into the horizon. The pyramids loom in the distance, bathed in the golden glow of the setting sun, casting long shadows across the desert. vivid colors, pop art by night, The battlefield beneath her feet is littered with the remnants of war—broken weapons, fallen banners, and scattered armor, but Cleopatra stands untouched, a symbol of strength. The air is heavy with the dust of battle, illuminated by the dim light filtering through the smoky sky. Her gaze is fixed forward, filled with determination and pride, as her people march behind her in silent respect. The cinematic lighting captures every detail, from the worn, weathered faces of her people to the shimmering fabric of her gown. The scene radiates an overwhelming sense of triumph, with vibrant colors blending into the soft oranges and pinks of the Egyptian twilight, immortalizing Cleopatra as both queen and conqueror.
    In the heart of a crystalline cavern, where the walls shimmer with the reflected light of countless gems and the air hums with the energy of ancient magic, a figure stands amidst the glittering beauty. She is a Crystalline, her humanoid form composed of living crystal, her body refracting light in a dazzling array of colors. Her skin, smooth and translucent, glows faintly with an inner light, each facet catching the light and scattering it in a mesmerizing dance. Her hair, a cascade of crystalline strands, falls freely down her back, each strand shimmering with a different hue, from deep sapphire to vibrant emerald. Her eyes, a piercing violet, glow with an inner light, reflecting the arcane energy that courses through her veins. Her face is sharp and angular, with high cheekbones, a narrow jawline, and full lips painted a deep, iridescent purple. Her nose, slightly aquiline, flares as she inhales the charged air, and her ears, slightly pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the cavern. She is an Arcane Wizard, a scholar of the mystical arts, and her presence is both commanding and enigmatic. Her outfit, a blend of flowing fabric and crystalline armor, is both practical and alluring, designed to allow for maximum mobility while still accentuating her lithe form. Her top, a form-fitting robe made from shimmering fabric, clings to her torso, accentuating her curves while leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. The fabric is dyed in shades of purple and blue, adorned with intricate patterns of arcane symbols that glow faintly with magical energy. Her arms are wrapped in bracers made from polished crystal, etched with runes that pulse with a soft, violet light. Around her neck hangs a necklace of small, glowing crystals, each one containing a fragment of arcane power, and a small pouch at her hip holds scrolls and potions for her spells. Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered fabric, each layer dyed in shades of purple and blue, allowing for maximum movement while still providing some protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, shimmering hue, blending seamlessly with the crystalline walls of the cavern. Her boots, made of supple leather, are laced up to her knees, the soles soft and silent as she moves through the cavern. Her hands, delicate yet powerful, grip a staff of polished crystal, the top adorned with a glowing gem that pulses with arcane energy. The scene around her is one of breathtaking beauty and ancient power. The cavern is bathed in a soft, violet light, the walls towering overhead, their surfaces covered in countless gems that glitter like stars. The air is thick with the scent of ozone and the faint tang of metal, and the faint sound of dripping water echoes through the cavern. The Crystalline stands at the center of it all, her staff raised high, her body glowing with arcane energy, a beacon of power amidst the glittering beauty. The overall color palette is a blend of deep purples, blues, and silvers, evoking the essence of the arcane. The light, emanating from the crystals, casts a soft, violet glow over the scene, highlighting the Crystalline’s features and the breathtaking beauty of the cavern. The atmosphere is one of both awe and mystery, a place where the line between the mortal and the magical blurs, and where the Arcane Wizard stands as a conduit for the ancient power of the crystals. This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of a crystalline cavern, a testament to the power and grace of the Arcane Wizard and her connection to the arcane. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between the mortal and the magical blurs, and where the crystalline beauty of the Crystalline comes alive in the form of a powerful, enigmatic spellcaster. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    Striking and atmospheric scene featuring a woman sitting on the floor in a tiled corridor. The camera is positioned at a low angle, looking up at the subject, which creates a sense of depth and perspective. The angle also emphasizes the expanse of the corridor and the surrounding environment. The lighting in the image is dim and moody, with a greenish-yellow hue that adds to the overall sense of unease and tension. The light type appears to be artificial, likely from overhead fluorescent lights, which create a cold and sterile atmosphere. The light direction is from above, casting shadows that highlight the contours of her face and the texture of her clothing. The woman is leaning against the wall, with one hand resting on her head and the other arm extended outward. Her expression is serious and contemplative, suggesting she might be lost in thought or experiencing some form of distress. She is wearing a dark jacket and pants, which add to the overall sense of seriousness and intensity. Her blonde hair falls loosely around her shoulders, adding a touch of softness to the otherwise harsh setting. The background features a tiled wall and a door labeled "AUFZUG," indicating an elevator entrance. The colors and textures in the background complement the subject's appearance, creating a harmonious and visually appealing composition. The overall mood of the image is one of quiet reflection and introspection, capturing a moment of stillness and emotion in an urban setting. BREAK anime, d13s3lp2nk, bboil artist style, OBdonman, <lora:FLUX\Anime Art V3:0.7000000000000001>, <lora:FLUX\Synesthesia:0.2>, <lora:FLUX\RetroAnimeS1.1:0.4>, <lora:FLUX\Flux-jijia:0.1>, <lora:FLUX\It's a LoRA for portraits, BUT! actually specialized in backgrounds. v1.0:0.1>, <lora:FLUX\GLSHS:0.2>, <lora:FLUX\Dieselpunk Delight - s0_9 g4:0.4>, <lora:FLUX\OBdonman, anime0style portrait:0.1>
    A sensually rebellious woman, her blue eyes highlighted by dark eyeliner. Holding a gleaming longsword with a confident grip, her face fills the frame with an intensity that draws in the viewer. This realistic portrait captures every crease and imperfection in her pale skin, heavily shadowed to add a mysterious depth to her expression. The white hair falls around her face. Overall, this impeccably detailed image evokes a sense of captivating contradiction and intrigue. Scar over her left eye is still fresh and inflammated.
    Create a chilling, hyper-detailed portrait of a vampire queen whose beauty is as mesmerizing as it is terrifying. Her face is the epitome of elegance, with sharp, delicate features and a warm, almost kind smile that hides the darkness within. Her lips are stained a deep crimson, and her eyes glow with a faint, otherworldly light, their color shifting between gold and blood-red as if reflecting her inner hunger. Her long, razor-sharp nails are painted black, their tips glistening with fresh blood, hinting at her recent "activities." She holds a delicate, ornate goblet in one hand, filled to the brim with dark, viscous blood that seems to shimmer under the dim, flickering candlelight. A single drop of blood trails down the side of the goblet, catching the light as it falls. The background is a lavish, gothic chamber filled with opulent details—velvet drapes, antique furniture, and candelabras casting long, eerie shadows. The walls are adorned with portraits of her past victims, their eyes hollow and lifeless, yet somehow still watching. The floor is a mosaic of black and red tiles, with a faint trail of blood leading to a hidden door, slightly ajar, revealing a glimpse of a dark, ominous hallway. The atmosphere is thick with tension, the air heavy with the scent of iron and decay. The lighting is dim and dramatic, with flickering candles casting a warm, golden glow that contrasts sharply with the cold, lifeless shadows. Every detail—from the texture of her porcelain skin and the glint of her nails to the intricate patterns of the gothic chamber—should be rendered with hyper-realistic precision, creating a visceral and haunting image. The overall mood is a blend of beauty and horror, capturing the duality of her nature—a creature of grace and cruelty, whose kind smile hides a thirst for blood and a love for the macabre.
    A hyper-realistic closeup portrait of a medieval woman exuding an ethereal, dreamlike quality, with pale, porcelain skin that contrasts strikingly against her jet-black hair. Her hair, rich in texture and depth, falls softly around her face, its dark strands framing her delicate features. An overhead scarf, intricately adorned with ornate silver embroidery, partially veils her face, leaving only her closed eyes visible, suggesting a serene moment of peaceful contemplation. Her skin glows subtly in the soft light, while the gentle curve of her cheek and the quiet grace of her expression evoke a sense of timeless beauty. She wears a simple yet elegant medieval robe in a deep, rich blue, the fabric's delicate folds catching the light to highlight its texture and depth. The robe’s understated design and smooth, flowing lines accentuate her serene presence. The camera angle is eye-level, capturing the tranquility of her expression in a cinematic frame, drawing the viewer into the moment. Behind her, a field of tall lavender plants stands, their delicate flowers in full bloom, casting a calming, fragrant atmosphere. The purple hues of the lavender plants perfectly complement the blue of her robe, adding harmony to the composition while enhancing the sense of peace and stillness. The background remains soft and slightly blurred, allowing the figure to stand out in quiet contrast, evoking a dreamlike sense of serenity.
    cinematic film still (photorealistic:1.9), (full body shot:1.9), UHD, shot on a Sony A7III, realistic, hyper-realistic photography, subsurface scattering, ray-tracing, volumetric lighting, neeeg cinematic film still of a woman falling from a broken high rise window, long messy brunette hair, wearing a black tank top, long black cargo pants, black boots, black fingerless gloves, sunglasses, aiming a pistol, action shot, shattered glass falling from the broken window, smoke . shallow depth of field, vignette, highly detailed, high budget, bokeh, cinemascope, moody, epic, gorgeous, film grain, grainy
    Ahah, swift arrow vanishes vainseeker first, Loos'd premature ere squareness met is metered; Then verily were Parthian shaft wing-whirring Swift-crossbow bolt fired true from unseen bowman, Piercing Hamtaro's heroic heart clean through; Hero-kneels before Death's uncaring gaze then falls, Great Sword still gripped tight 'fore quavering arm yields ... impressionist painting, loose brushwork, vibrant color, light and shadow play, captures feeling over form, Oil Painting, surreal, concept-art, fantasy, beautiful, painterly, detailed, textural, artistic, aesthetic, intricate details, highly detailed, vivid, volumetric lighting, detailed
    looking at viewer, brilliant glitch and noise effect, floating in cyberspace, ultrasound detailed sonogram comprised of detailed vertical cascading streams of glowing blue Matrix-like code matrix of glowing cascading droplets, forming shape of pretty attractive female human of binary machine-code, with wavy flowing hair, slender, non-sexual, gorgeous, stunning, masterpiece, cascading data streams of blue matrix-like code glowing droplets fall in the background, appearance of a holographic mystic wanderer passing through a glitching cyberspace, digital hair, glowing neon code tattoos, digitalisation, holographic AI, cinematic, film still, gentle floating pose,
    a serene winter scene featuring a snowy owl perched on a branch in the foreground, the owl, with its fluffy white feathers and piercing yellow eyes, is positioned directly in the center of the image, looking straight at the viewer with a calm expression, to its left, a small mouse with a mouse tail sits on the branch, positioned slightly off-center to the owl's right, the background is a starry night sky with snowflakes gently falling, creating a peaceful atmosphere, the branch is bare, with no leaves or twigs, adding to the winter theme, the overall effect is one of tranquility and serenity, inviting the viewer to step into the tranquil world of the snowy owl, a snowy owl perched on a branch, the owl is white with dark brown spots and an open mouth showing its teeth, there are small branches of snowflakes falling around it, creating a blanket effect, in the background to the left there's a blurred view of more snow-covered trees, giving a sense of depth, some leaves have fallen onto the ground while others are still visible, overall image has a warm color palette with shades of blue, gray, and gold, masterpiece, best quality, very aesthetic, absurdres
    A magical winter night unfolds beneath the breathtaking dance of the aurora borealis. A woman with very long, wavy dark-brown hair stands in a snow-blanketed clearing, her soft, feminine features illuminated by the swirling lights above. Her grey eyes shimmer, reflecting the vibrant ribbons of green, pink, and purple as they ripple across the sky, while a faint, bright smile adds warmth to her awe-struck expression. The frost-kissed air catches in the gentle rise and fall of her breath, forming wispy clouds. She is wrapped in a luxurious, fur-lined cloak, its deep charcoal tones edged with ivory fur, perfectly complementing her figure. Beneath the cloak, a flowing dress in a rich midnight blue cascades gracefully to her boots, its fabric sparkling as though catching fragments of starlight. Her gloved fingers brush through the chilled air, outstretched toward the celestial display as if trying to touch its otherworldly glow. Around her, tall evergreen trees rise like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with frost and snow, framing the cosmic show overhead. The ground glistens with icy crystals under the soft hues of the auroras, which cast ethereal, shifting shadows. A stillness fills the scene, broken only by the faint crunch of her boots in the snow as she steps forward, tilting her head to admire the endless expanse of colors. The world around her feels untouched, timeless, and utterly serene—an enchanting union of nature and light
    A scout trooper in full armor is plummeting through the sky, arms and legs flailing wildly as he free-falls toward a sprawling landscape below. His parachute pack is still strapped to his back, unopened. The trooper’s helmet reflects the distant horizon, where mountains and rivers stretch endlessly.<lora:SCOUTTROOPER_FLUX>
    A hyper-realistic portrait of a serene woman, her pale skin luminous against a deep black background, her short white hair softly framing her calm expression, evoking the ethereal stillness of Giorgio de Chirico’s metaphysical art. Shadowy, enigmatic figures linger behind her, their vague forms intensifying the atmosphere of mystery. She wears a bold red garment that flows with vibrant energy, each fold rendered with dynamic brushstrokes reminiscent of Jackson Pollock’s abstract expressionism, infusing the scene with motion and vitality. Her elegant arms are raised gracefully, accentuated by long white gloves, their intricate details echoing Egon Schiele’s expressive and dramatic depictions of the human figure, where elongated forms convey raw emotional depth. The soft, diffused lighting falls gently across her face and attire, employing Caravaggio’s chiaroscuro technique to create a delicate balance of realism and intimacy, enhancing the contours of her features. In the periphery, shadowy figures, distorted and ghostly, channel the unsettling presence of Francis Bacon, their forms exuding psychological tension and a haunting surrealism. Together, these influences merge seamlessly to craft a captivating composition of elegance, enigma, and emotive power. HD, 8K quality, ultra-detailed, masterpiece artwork, flawless anatomy.
    Midjourney style, Pastel, Dry Chalk, Crayons, Midjourney, Cinematic, High Fidelity, Realism, Chiaroscuro, Still Film, "Side profile of a young woman with delicate features, captured in a dramatic low-key lighting style. The light falls softly on her face, highlighting the contours of her cheeks and collarbone, while leaving the background in deep shadow. She is wearing an off-the-shoulder lace dress, with intricate details visible in the soft lighting. The atmosphere is intimate and serene, with a cinematic focus on the play of light and shadow on her skin, creating a mood of quiet introspection and elegance." Style by Greg Rutkowski Studio Ghibli Genshin Impact
    A hyper-realistic portrait of a woman with light tan skin and soft, rounded facial features, her oval face framed by loose curls of rich chestnut-brown hair falling just past her shoulders. Her almond-shaped green eyes are steady and impassive, her expression a serene enigma, unreadable and distant. She wears a casual gray oversized hoodie that drapes effortlessly over her frame, paired with slim-fit black joggers and chunky white sneakers, blending urban style with comfort. The background and floor are a seamless smoky gray, creating a subdued, contemporary atmosphere that highlights her quiet presence. In front of her, placed on the floor, is an exaggerated potted plant—a vibrant, oversized bloom of a tropical hibiscus, its fiery red petals so large they seem to stretch toward the edges of the frame. The deep orange and red hues of the flowers are so striking that they almost seem to pulse with life under the soft, diffused lighting. The plant's broad, glossy leaves surround the bold, oversized blossoms, creating a stunning contrast against her calm, minimalist demeanor. Her posture remains relaxed, hands resting in her lap, her gaze fixed beyond the frame, a silent observer to the vibrant life before her. The scene embodies a quiet tension between the stillness of her presence and the overwhelming, almost surreal vitality of the flowers.
    In the heart of a crumbling, ancient citadel, where the walls are etched with the scars of countless battles and the air is thick with the scent of dust and decay, a figure stands amidst the ruins. She is a **Shadar-kai**, her elven form touched by the essence of the Shadowfell, her pale, almost translucent skin glowing faintly in the dim light. Her hair, a cascade of silken black, falls freely down her back, interwoven with small, shimmering threads of silver that catch the light like stars in the night sky. Her eyes, a deep, endless void of black, seem to absorb the light around them, reflecting the infinite darkness of her homeland. Her face is sharp and angular, with high cheekbones, a narrow jawline, and full lips painted a deep, blood red. Her nose, slightly aquiline, flares as she inhales the stale air, and her ears, long and pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds of the citadel. She is a **Void Knight**, a warrior who manipulates the power of negative space and darkness, and her presence is both commanding and ominous. Her outfit, a blend of dark leather and shadowy fabric, is both practical and alluring, designed to allow for maximum mobility while still accentuating her lithe form. Her top, a form-fitting leather corset, is laced tightly across her torso, accentuating her curves while leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. The leather is dyed a deep, midnight black, adorned with intricate patterns of shadowy vines that seem to shift and move as if alive. Her arms are wrapped in leather bracers, etched with runes that glow faintly with shadow magic. Around her neck hangs a necklace of small, dark crystals, each one containing a fragment of shadow energy, and a small pouch at her hip holds tools for combat and survival. Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered fabric, each layer dyed in shades of black and gray, allowing for maximum movement while still providing some protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, shimmering hue, blending seamlessly with the shadows of the citadel. Her boots, made of supple leather, are laced up to her knees, the soles soft and silent as she moves through the ruins. Her hands, strong and calloused from years of wielding a weapon, grip a massive greatsword, its blade forged from a dark, shadowy metal that seems to absorb the light around it. The scene around her is one of ancient grandeur and decay. The citadel, once a place of power, now lies in ruins, its walls cracked and crumbling, its pillars leaning precariously. The air is thick with the scent of dust and decay, and the faint sound of dripping water echoes through the halls. The walls are adorned with faded murals, depicting scenes of battles long forgotten, and the floor, cracked and uneven, is littered with debris. The Shadar-kai stands at the center of it all, her greatsword raised high, her body glowing with the energy of the void, a beacon of power amidst the desolation. The overall color palette is a blend of deep blacks, grays, and silvers, evoking the essence of the Shadowfell. The light, emanating from the faint glow of her runes, casts a soft, silver glow over the scene, highlighting the Shadar-kai’s features and the ancient grandeur of the citadel. The atmosphere is one of both awe and danger, a place where the line between light and shadow blurs, and where the Void Knight stands as a conduit for the power of the void. This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of a crumbling citadel, a testament to the power and grace of the Void Knight and her connection to the Shadowfell. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between the mortal and the shadow blurs, and where the shadow-touched beauty of the Shadar-kai comes alive in the form of a powerful, enigmatic warrior. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    A strikingly elegant woman stands amidst the ruins of a weathered stone archway, partially overgrown with creeping ivy and moss. Her copper-red hair falls in sleek, straight strands, framing her delicate, aristocratic features. Her pale complexion is enhanced by the soft, filtered sunlight streaming through the leaves, casting intricate shadows on the crumbling brickwork around her. She wears a semi-sheer, dark amber lace gown with ornate floral patterns, the fabric flowing delicately to the ground and subtly catching the light. Adorning her neck are layered gold necklaces, with tiny chains and charms that glint faintly in the dappled sunlight. Her fingers, adorned with elegant gold rings, rest softly on her collarbone and the fabric of her gown, adding a touch of vulnerability to her poised stance. The air around her is still, with the soft rustling of leaves hinting at the passage of time. The scene evokes an aura of timeless beauty, mystery, and quiet strength. Art style: photorealistic, rich textures, and a romantic, gothic ambiance.
    In the heart of a frozen tundra, where the icy winds howl like wolves and the snow stretches endlessly to the horizon, a figure stands amidst the glacial expanse. She is a **Frost-Born**, her humanoid form infused with the essence of ice and cold, her pale, almost translucent skin shimmering with a faint, bluish hue, as if the frost itself clings to her. Her hair, a cascade of silvery-white strands, falls freely down her back, each strand glistening like freshly fallen snow. Her eyes, a piercing ice-blue, glow with an inner light, reflecting the unyielding cold of the frozen north. Her face is sharp and elegant, with high cheekbones, a narrow jawline, and full lips painted a deep, frosty blue. Her nose, slightly aquiline, flares as she inhales the frigid air, and her ears, slightly pointed, twitch at the faintest sounds carried by the icy wind. She is a **Storm Druid**, a shapeshifter who commands the power of winter storms, and her presence is both commanding and serene. Her outfit, a blend of fur and leather, is both practical and alluring, designed to protect her from the cold while still accentuating her lithe form. Her top, a form-fitting tunic made from the fur of arctic wolves, clings to her torso, accentuating her curves while leaving her shoulders and midriff bare. The fur is dyed in shades of white and blue, adorned with intricate patterns of snowflakes and icicles that seem to shimmer in the light. Her arms are wrapped in bracers made from polished ice, etched with runes that pulse with a soft, blue light. Around her neck hangs a necklace of small, icy crystals, each one containing a fragment of winter’s power, and a small pouch at her hip holds herbs and potions for her spells. Her lower body is clad in a skirt of layered fur and leather, each layer dyed in shades of white and blue, allowing for maximum movement while still providing protection. Beneath the skirt, she wears tight-fitting leggings of a dark, shimmering hue, blending seamlessly with the icy landscape. Her boots, made of reinforced leather and lined with fur, are laced up to her knees, the soles thick and sturdy, grounding her against the icy terrain. Her hands, delicate yet powerful, grip a staff of polished ice, the top adorned with a glowing crystal that pulses with the energy of winter storms. The scene around her is one of stark beauty and unrelenting cold. The tundra stretches endlessly in every direction, the snow-covered ground glittering like diamonds under the pale light of the winter sun. The air is thick with the scent of frost and pine, and the faint sound of the wind whistling through the icy plains echoes across the landscape. The Frost-Born stands at the center of it all, her staff raised high, her body glowing with the energy of the storm, a beacon of power amidst the frozen expanse. The overall color palette is a blend of deep blues, whites, and silvers, evoking the essence of ice and snow. The light, filtered through the icy air, casts a soft, blue glow over the scene, highlighting the Frost-Born’s features and the stark beauty of the tundra. The atmosphere is one of both awe and tranquility, a place where the line between the mortal and the elemental blurs, and where the Storm Druid stands as a conduit for the power of winter. This is not just a portrait; it is a glimpse into the heart of a frozen tundra, a testament to the power and grace of the Storm Druid and her connection to the icy storms. It is a scene of epic proportions, where the line between the mortal and the elemental blurs, and where the frost-touched beauty of the Frost-Born comes alive in the form of a powerful, enigmatic spellcaster. soft pastel anime, Magic style, mythp0rt, DB4RZ
    A magical winter night unfolds beneath the breathtaking dance of the aurora borealis. A woman with very long, wavy dark-brown hair stands in a snow-blanketed clearing, her soft, feminine features illuminated by the swirling lights above. Her grey eyes shimmer, reflecting the vibrant ribbons of green, pink, and purple as they ripple across the sky, while a faint, bright smile adds warmth to her awe-struck expression. The frost-kissed air catches in the gentle rise and fall of her breath, forming wispy clouds. She is wrapped in a luxurious, fur-lined cloak, its deep charcoal tones edged with ivory fur, perfectly complementing her figure. Beneath the cloak, a flowing dress in a rich midnight blue cascades gracefully to her boots, its fabric sparkling as though catching fragments of starlight. Her gloved fingers brush through the chilled air, outstretched toward the celestial display as if trying to touch its otherworldly glow. Around her, tall evergreen trees rise like silent sentinels, their branches heavy with frost and snow, framing the cosmic show overhead. The ground glistens with icy crystals under the soft hues of the auroras, which cast ethereal, shifting shadows. A stillness fills the scene, broken only by the faint crunch of her boots in the snow as she steps forward, tilting her head to admire the endless expanse of colors. The world around her feels untouched, timeless, and utterly serene—an enchanting union of nature and light
    ck-sl0thmas,, a high quality digital image of a panda, anan_hk, in a sleigh surrounded by presents, he's wearing a big white beard and dressed as santa but it's obvisouly still a cute panda, they are on the roof of a house in the dead of night and some snow is falling, the scene is lit by christmas lights on the house, ck-sl0thmas, , aidmaMJ6.1
    In a dark cellar, a flash photo of a very old, weathered graffiti, the paint is faded, mouldy and wet, individual stones are falling out of the plaster and paint flakes are lying on the floor, but you can still faintly make out the graffiti image of a beautiful garden with dancing women, the colours are still partly rich, in turquoise beige Art Nouveau style

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