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(in Otomo Katsuhiro style:1.4), high-quality, masterpiece, a Female BlackT40k warrior dragging a massive sword behind her, sparks flying as the sword scrapes the ground, Her face shows exhaustion but determination, Low-angle tracking shot, high contrast, set in a burning village with embers and ash swirling in the wind, The sword leaves a trail of fire in its wake, (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)

$This image is a striking and intense piece of digital art featuring an anime-style character in a futuristic, possibly cyberpunk setting. The character has long, flowing white hair that appears to be glowing with a bright light, adding a supernatural or otherworldly quality to the scene. Her eyes are closed, and her expression is serene, despite the dramatic and somewhat ominous context. The character is dressed in a dark, form-fitting suit that seems to be made of a high-tech material, with red accents and glowing elements that suggest advanced technology or cybernetic enhancements. Her hands are outstretched, with red energy or light emanating from them, creating a sense of power and intensity. The background features a metallic, industrial environment with red lighting that casts a dramatic glow over the entire scene. The floor is covered in what appears to be blood or some other red substance, adding to the overall sense of danger and urgency. The character's position, lying on the ground with her arms extended, suggests that she might be in a state of exhaustion, defeat, or perhaps even death. The overall mood of the image is one of tension and mystery, inviting the viewer to wonder about the story behind this powerful and enigmatic character. The combination of the glowing hair, the advanced suit, and the red lighting creates a visually stunning and memorable piece of art. BREAK anime, d13s3lp2nk, bboil artist style, OBdonman, <lora:FLUX\Synesthesia:0.2>, <lora:FLUX\RetroAnimeS1.1:0.4>, <lora:FLUX\Flux-jijia:0.1>, <lora:FLUX\It's a LoRA for portraits, BUT! actually specialized in backgrounds. v1.0:0.1>, <lora:FLUX\GLSHS:0.2>, <lora:FLUX\Dieselpunk Delight - s0_9 g4:0.4>, <lora:FLUX\OBdonman, anime0style portrait:0.1>$

A formidable tank designed to resemble a massive hen rolls across the battlefield. The body of the tank is heavily armored, with its turret shaped like the rounded torso of a chicken, covered in thick, metal "feathers" that provide both protection and a menacing look. The front of the tank features a sharp, beak-like cannon, capable of firing high-powered shells, while smaller weapons are mounted along the sides, where mechanical "wings" fan out to shield the vehicle. The tracks, disguised as powerful, clawed feet, dig into the ground as the tank advances, leaving deep impressions behind. At the top, the rotating turret mimics the hen’s head, with small, glowing red "eyes" scanning the surroundings for threats. The tank's exhaust pipes extend from the rear, giving the impression of tail feathers as they spew smoke. Despite its comical shape, this chicken-inspired war machine exudes an intimidating presence on the battlefield.

an image of a technologically advanced data center teeming with multiple lines of robust GPU racks. Within this environment, the tops of the servers are on fire, the exhaust behind the server racks is smoking. Showcase a courageous little blue robot reacting promptly with a red fire extinguisher spraying white foam trying to put out the GPU fires.
Text across the top that says: "Maintenance Mode"
A sign on the floor that says:"Firefighter robot to the GPU rescue!"

A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In the heart of a smoldering battlefield littered with the broken weapons of fallen soldiers, a once-noble knight kneels before a shimmering, spectral figure dressed in black armor. The knightâs own armor is battered and scorched, his hands bloodied and shaking as he reaches for the obsidian sword offered to him by the ghostly figure. The sword pulses with a deep crimson light, as though it carries the essence of all the lives taken by it, and the air around it hums with dark energy. The battlefield is eerily silent, the cries of the dying and the clash of steel long gone, replaced by the low, seductive voice of the figure promising the knight endless victory, vengeance, and power. The knightâs face is gaunt and exhausted, his eyes hollow from the weight of the war, and yet thereâs a flicker of hope, a dangerous desire for the strength to end his enemies once and for all. Above, storm clouds gather, swirling ominously as lightning flickers in the distance, casting the scene in harsh, flickering light. Behind the knight, the bodies of his comrades lie forgotten, their sacrifices fading from his mind as he is drawn deeper into the figureâs chilling offer. The sword is so close now, and with one simple choice, the knight knows he will either save or damn his soul forever. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), MythP0rt<lora:DnDDarkestFantasy:0.5><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.75><lora:Dever_Flux_Enhancer:0.5><lora:Aura_Flux-000010:0.6>

At the center of a vast, crumbling amphitheater, an arena champion stands victorious over a defeated, robotic beast, her chest heaving as the crowd roars above her. Her armor, battered and scorched, gleams faintly in the harsh sunlight as she raises her spear toward the sky. Behind her, the massive, mechanical carcass of her opponent lies in pieces, sparks still flying from its shattered core. The championâs gaze sweeps over the crowd, a mix of triumph and exhaustion in her eyes, while the ancient, stone walls of the arena crack and shift, as though the structure itself is awakening. The scene is filled with the energy of a grand, gladiatorial battle, blending the futuristic intensity of The Hunger Games with the mythic, brutal grandeur of Gladiator.<lora:black_fantasy_1.0>

A high-resolution scene captures an astronaut in mid-flight, soaring through space away from a massive, impending supernova explosion. The explosion’s shockwave is vibrant, rippling through space with bright, fiery oranges and reds, tearing apart nearby asteroids in a violent blast of cosmic energy. The astronaut, in a sleek, futuristic spacesuit, is barely escaping the destruction, trailing a glowing exhaust from his jetpack. Behind him, stars and nebulae blur in a burst of chaotic motion as the supernova's energy expands, lighting up the void like a massive, surreal fireball. The astronaut’s visor is cracked, reflecting the explosion’s flames as he races against time to escape the blast radius.

Norman Rockwell Style, An Angry tired, exhausted and drunk Santa, sitting on a couch with one leg draped over the armrest, drinking a bottle of Guinness Beer and eating a large pretzel, behind him the chimney decorated for Christmas is lit with firewood and a slow burning fire, A Christmas tree decorated with lights and beer ornaments stands off in a corner, vibrant glow

(in Otomo Katsuhiro style:1.4), high-quality, masterpiece, a Female BloodA40K space marine dragging a massive sword behind her, sparks flying as the sword scrapes the ground, Her face shows exhaustion but determination, Low-angle tracking shot, high contrast, set in a burning village with embers and ash swirling in the wind, The sword leaves a trail of fire in its wake, (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)

top down tilt shift image of tiny cute felt anthropomorphized axolotls with pink frilly gills and round black eyes, In the midst of a desperate retreat, an axolotl officer makes a final stand at a narrow bridge, holding back the enemy forces to allow its comrades to escape. The perspective is from the side, showing the officer standing alone at the center of the bridge, with its sword drawn and eyes blazing with determination. The bridge is old and crumbling, spanning a deep, fog-filled chasm, with the enemy forces massing on the far side, their silhouettes barely visible through the thick mist. The officer's uniform is torn and bloodied, its frills fluttering in the wind as it prepares to fight to the death. Behind the officer, a small group of axolotl soldiers scrambles across the bridge, their faces pale with fear and exhaustion. The painting captures the heroism and tragedy of the moment with a style that emphasizes the stark contrast between the lone, defiant figure of the officer and the overwhelming odds it faces, using bold, sweeping brushstrokes and a limited color palette to convey the sense of impending doom and the unyielding courage of the officer.<lora:Axomodel_Flux_V2.safetensors:1.0:1.0> <lora:felt.safetensors:1:1>

A lanky Australian apprentice tradesperson stands casually in a backyard his posture slightly hunched exuding the exhaustion of a long day’s work. His disheveled mid-length hair peeks out from under a worn bucket hat strands sticking awkwardly to his sunburned forehead. His high-visibility workman’s shirt loose and stained with a streak of tomato sauce hangs untucked over a pair of faded footy shorts. Oversized well-worn boots encase his hairy legs scuffed from countless days on the job. He holds a dirt-smeared shovel slung over one shoulder the other hand loosely clutching a black energy drink condensation dripping down the can. His face sun-kissed and reddened around the nose carries a mix of tiredness and mild confusion his brows furrowed and lips slightly parted as if caught mid-thought. The background is minimal yet suggestive of a garden or backyard workspace. A wheelbarrow tipped on its side lies nearby and a few potted plants rest unevenly along a dusty path. Behind him the faint outline of a half-finished wooden deck is visible planks scattered haphazardly while tools like a hammer and a saw glint faintly in the sun. These elements fade into abstract washes of muted greens and browns. The composition is raw and candid capturing an unpolished distinctly Australian moment of labor and fatigue. Anime style.

exaggerated, dynamic-pose action, High-quality, saturated backlit well-lit-eyes piercing-eyes, natural-lighting, light reflected in eyes,
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The subject is a cosmic Saint Seiya style superhero with a blaster, metal face, fierce expression, power armour in at deco style, armor clad warrior man, ornamented, lean but muscular, clenching teeth in exhaustion, flying in space above planet earth, behind him is a dark and ominous space station,
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detailed background, great lighting, atmospheric lighting,
the background features a greenish but mostly dead mountainous landscape.

(in Otomo Katsuhiro style:1.4), high-quality, masterpiece, a Female SpaceW40K space marine dragging a massive sword behind her, sparks flying as the sword scrapes the ground, Her face shows exhaustion but determination, Low-angle tracking shot, high contrast, set in a burning village with embers and ash swirling in the wind, The sword leaves a trail of fire in its wake, (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)

A lone biker rides through a post-apocalyptic wasteland at full speed, kicking up dust and debris behind them. The biker, clad in a worn leather jacket adorned with spikes and patches, grips the handles of a heavily customized, jet-black motorcycle with roaring exhausts that spit flames. The bike’s tires, thick and rugged, tear through the cracked and desolate terrain. Strapped across the biker's back is a massive, saw-toothed machete, glinting under the harsh, setting sun. The sky above is a chaotic swirl of fiery orange and deep purple clouds, while distant ruins of crumbled skyscrapers loom in the background. Around the bike, trails of glowing embers follow in the wake of its blazing speed, giving the whole scene a sense of intense heat and unstoppable momentum. The biker’s helmet reflects the ominous glow of a distant firestorm, and despite the harsh world around them, they ride with an aura of unshakeable confidence and total badassery, ready to conquer whatever challenges lie ahead.

(in Otomo Katsuhiro style:1.4), high-quality, masterpiece, a Female ImperialF40k space marine dragging a massive sword behind her, sparks flying as the sword scrapes the ground, Her face shows exhaustion but determination, Low-angle tracking shot, high contrast, set in a burning village with embers and ash swirling in the wind, The sword leaves a trail of fire in its wake, (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)

*A busty, ultra-fit female Tour de France rider stands in the French Alps, next to her sleek, high-performance racing bike lying on the sunlit asphalt. She wears a skin-tight, ultra-thin biking jersey, accentuating her toned physique, with its fabric slightly wrinkled from the wind. Her long, golden blonde hair flows freely, framing her striking face. Her gaze is confident and intense, with a hint of exhaustion and determination from the grueling race.
The majestic Alpine landscape stretches behind her—towering peaks, winding mountain roads, and lush green valleys bathed in crisp afternoon light. The cool mountain breeze lifts strands of her hair. The road beneath her is slightly worn, with faint tire marks and dust from the race. In front of her, clearly painted on the street in bold white letters, is the word "BUZZ", standing out against the dark asphalt.
The atmosphere is cinematic and hyper-realistic—the sharp contrast of bright sunlight and soft shadows emphasizes every detail, from the fine texture of her jersey to the smooth metal of the bicycle frame. The image captures the essence of speed, endurance, and beauty, set against the breathtaking scenery of the Tour de France’s most legendary climbs. ultra-realistic, Tour de France, fit and athletic woman, tight cycling jersey, no helmet, long blonde hair, Alps, mountain road, racing bike, cinematic lighting, sports photography, high-performance cycling, endurance athlete, stunning landscape

illustration, Ace Ventura driving his vintage modified junket Hot Rod Rat Rod street machine, leaving behind a trail of thick black exhaust smoke in his wake along with his enemies wanting him stopped, his ((Hot Pursuit Chase towards Victory)), positioned seated leaning out overhanging the armrest of car door, leaning top half of his body outside his car, his arm fully stretched so he can reach the steering wheel and still drive, dark retro sunglasses, his hair unaffected by wind, fearless, charismatic, outrageously ridiculous, Tim Burton, hyper-realistic, very detailed, micro pen art, dark vignette, film grain, sharp lines, high dynamic range, light sepia, Gray, Red And Gold Color Scheme, Pet Detective style, ink art,
hyp3rd3tail style

*A ultra busty, ultra-fit female Tour de France rider stands in the French Alps, a high-performance racing bike lying on the sunlit asphalt next to her. She wears an partially unzipped, skin-tight, red ultra-thin biking jersey, accentuating her toned physique, with its fabric slightly wrinkled from the wind. Her long, golden blonde hair flows freely, framing her striking face. (((In front of her, clearly painted on the street in bold white letters, is the word "BUZZ", standing out against the dark asphalt))). Her gaze is confident and intense, with a hint of exhaustion and determination from the grueling race. The majestic Alpine landscape stretches behind her—towering peaks, winding mountain roads, and lush green valleys bathed in crisp afternoon light. The cool mountain breeze lifts strands of her hair. The road beneath her is slightly worn, with faint tire marks and dust from the race. The atmosphere is cinematic and hyper-realistic—the sharp contrast of bright sunlight and soft shadows emphasizes every detail, from the fine texture of her jersey to the smooth metal of the bicycle frame. The image captures the essence of speed, endurance, and beauty, set against the breathtaking scenery of the Tour de France’s most legendary climbs.

Photo of Moomintroll sitting at a dimly lit bar, nursing a tall glass of frothy beer. His pale, soft features look visibly exhausted, with drooping eyes and a slightly hunched posture, emphasizing his massive hangover. The bar has a rustic charm with wooden stools and faint, golden lighting reflecting off glass bottles lined up on shelves behind him. A small, handwritten sign reads "Last Call," adding a sense of solitude to the scene.

(in Otomo Katsuhiro style:1.4), high-quality, masterpiece, a Female BlackT40k space marine dragging a massive sword behind her, sparks flying as the sword scrapes the ground, Her face shows exhaustion but determination, Low-angle tracking shot, high contrast, set in a burning village with embers and ash swirling in the wind, The sword leaves a trail of fire in its wake, (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)

neon noir She is seated in an abandoned warehouse with peeling paint and cracked concrete floors. The lighting is dim, casting shadows on the walls and creating a somber mood. Her long hair is pulled back from her face in a messy bun. She wears ripped jeans and a plaid flannel shirt that has been washed so many times it is faded almost beyond recognition. In her hand, she holds a dirty stuffed rabbit with matted fur and torn ears. The room around her is sparse, with only a few pieces of furniture, mostly worn and broken.
This image captures a moment in time that seems to be frozen in history. A life lived hard and full of struggle. The young woman appears exhausted, as if she has been through too much to even attempt to smile. Her posture is slumped, her shoulders hunched forward in defeat. The dirty stuff bunny in her hand looks like it belongs more on the floor than in her lap.
The image has a dark and moody feel to it, with shadows casting long shapes on the wall behind her. The lighting is low and warm, giving everything a glow that seems to emanate from within. The subject matter itself is somber, but the composition, lighting, and artistic style create a cohesive image that is both haunting and beautiful.
This final prompt has been created using the combined elements of mood, lighting, composition, color palette, depth of field, texture, and material. The result is an image that retains all of the technical qualities of the original source while creating something new and aesthetically pleasing. . cyberpunk, dark, rainy streets, neon signs, high contrast, low light, vibrant, highly detailed

ne0nfant4sy, A battle-worn knight, his silver armor tarnished and cracked, stands tall with a sword held high in the glow of a blood-red moon. His dark brown skin is streaked with blood and dirt, his strong, weathered face framed by short-cropped, salt-and-pepper hair. His deep-set brown eyes blaze with determination, despite the exhaustion that lines his face. His cape, torn and frayed at the edges, flutters in the wind as he stands upon a hill, overlooking a battlefield strewn with the bodies of the fallen. His sword, still glowing faintly with the light of an enchantment, drips with the blood of his enemies. Behind him, the shattered ruins of a once-grand castle rise against the night sky, the last remnants of a long-fought war. The wind carries the scent of smoke and iron, mixing with the quiet murmur of distant battle cries. His expression is grim, but his posture remains unbroken, the embodiment of a soldier who refuses to yield. The dark, ominous sky above is lit only by the eerie glow of the moon, casting long, sinister shadows across his battered armor.<lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0.5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0.3>

(in Otomo Katsuhiro style:1.4), high-quality, masterpiece, a Female NightL40K space marine dragging a massive sword behind her, sparks flying as the sword scrapes the ground, Her face shows exhaustion but determination, Low-angle tracking shot, high contrast, set in a burning village with embers and ash swirling in the wind, The sword leaves a trail of fire in its wake, (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)

Concept photo in style of “The Incredible Shrinking Man”, a miniature man stands barefoot atop a colossal U.S. quarter, which dominates the foreground. He wears a makeshift short toga made from threadbare burlap, belted with a scrap of blue thread tied in a knot. He appears exhausted and unkempt, with a long beard and long hair (some up in a messy bun). He holds a towering nail (as if a staff, emphasizing his reduced size). A spool of blue sewing thread towers behind him, giving us the impression that he has shrunk in a basement among discarded objects and crumbs.

A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of Under the cold, steel-gray sky of a war-torn battlefield, a heavily armored knight with bronze skin and a shattered shield stands alone, surrounded by the fallen. His dark, battle-worn armor bears the dents and scars of countless clashes, but his stance is unwavering, his body still strong despite the exhaustion that weighs on him like a cloak. His once-proud banner lies in the mud at his feet, torn and frayed, but his grip on the hilt of his sword remains ironclad. Blood trickles down his temple, mixing with the rain that pours from the heavens, soaking the ground beneath him. The battlefield is littered with the bodies of comrades and enemies alike, their weapons glinting in the dull light of the overcast sky. Above, crows circle ominously, their harsh cries piercing the air, but the knight stands resolute, his steel-blue eyes burning with a quiet fire that refuses to be extinguished. Behind him, the walls of a crumbling fortress loom, a symbol of what has been lost, yet also a reminder of what is worth fighting for. The scene speaks to the relentless endurance of a warrior who has faced the darkest of days, yet remains unbroken in spirit. (photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:midjourney_whisper_flux_lora_v01:0.55><lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.4><lora:FluxMythP0rtr4itStyle:0.4><lora:detailed_flux_ntc:2.2><lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.1:0.65>

$A holographic warrior, blinded by a sleek, metallic headband, leans heavily against a massive, fractured glass skyscraper in a dystopian cityscape. His shimmering projection flickers with instability, the translucent armor riddled with cracks and glowing lines of corrupted data. The faint outline of an energy bolt, lodged deep within his back, pulsates erratically, sending ripples of distortion through his digital form. The building behind him towers ominously, its shattered glass panels reflecting fragmented neon lights from the chaos below—burning vehicles, flying drones, and smog-choked skies illuminated by flashes of electric blue and red. His leaning pose exudes both exhaustion and resilience, one hand clutching a glowing energy blade plunged into the ground for support. Smoke coils upward, mingling with digital static in the air, while faint, glitching embers drift around him. Despite his blinded state and failing projection, the warrior’s stance suggests a relentless determination to hold his ground amidst the crumbling cyberpunk dystopia, embodying both vulnerability and defiance in a cinematic, high-tech tableau.$

A haunting, surreal, cinematic oil painting in artheon style. A thin, disheveled woman sits on the floor of a run-down apartment, her back against a peeling wall, illuminated by cold moonlight streaming through a cracked window. She has large, expressive, sad eyes. Her high forehead and round face, framed by disheveled, dark hair, lend an almost ethereal beauty to her despair. Her soft, rounded features, pale skin, and slightly parted lips convey the weight of her exhaustion. Her sleeve is rolled up, a tightly knotted belt around her arm, her face a mixture of despair and numb resignation. In one hand she holds a syringe. Scattered bottles and debris litter the worn wooden floor, amplifying the sense of neglect. In the shadows behind her, the Angel of Death looms—a dark, ethereal figure with massive, tattered wings and hollow eyes that seem to glow faintly in the dim room. The contrast between the fragile woman and the towering angel creates a striking juxtaposition of vulnerability and inevitability. The overall mood is heavy with sorrow and quiet resignation, rendered with soft, painterly textures and deep, muted tones punctuated by the pale silver of the moonlight.

cpstyle01. A highly detailed, photorealistic scene of a futuristic, steampunk-inspired vehicle racing across a vast, bleached desert. The landscape is barren and desolate, with endless, arid sand dunes stretching into the distance, and swirling dust storms in the background. The vehicle, resembling a large, oversized smiley emoji in shape, is an eccentric blend of steam-powered technology and advanced sci-fi elements, built for the harsh conditions of a dystopian wasteland.
The vehicle’s yellow, faded exterior resembles a worn, weathered smiley face, with the colors heavily desaturated, giving it a faded, almost ghostly look. Massive steam valves and pipes snake around its rounded shape, releasing puffs of thick vapor as it powers through the sand. The oversized wheels, adorned with rusty bronze and copper gears, create an industrial, steampunk aesthetic.
Strange, futuristic exhausts and mechanical arms protrude from the sides, covered in alien symbols and glowing markings. The entire design exudes a sense of chaos and creativity, with jagged edges, exposed steam engines, and a mixture of mechanical and cybernetic components.
The desaturated, faded atmosphere of the desert amplifies the sense of decay and isolation, with steam rising from the vehicle’s vents and a trail of glowing embers following behind.

$The Tower of Babel, an immense spiraling ziggurat of sunbaked bricks and black tar mortar, stretches toward the heavens, its weathered surface covered in intricate carvings. Wooden scaffolding clings to its massive sides as exhausted workers haul materials ever higher. The top of the tower vanishes into swirling storm clouds, crackling with energy—but something unnatural lingers in the sky. Around it, sleek, alien aircraft hover, their metallic surfaces gleaming with eerie, pulsing lights. Unlike anything known to humanity, these hovering crafts emit a low, resonant hum, disrupting the air around them. Some seem to be observing the structure, scanning its unfinished peak, while others glide in synchronized patterns, almost as if orchestrating an unknown purpose. Their presence is both ominous and mesmerizing, an undeniable intrusion into this ancient world. Below, the once-unified workforce descends into chaos—words twist into unfamiliar languages, tools are abandoned, and fear spreads as the sky is filled with the silent, watching machines. The city of Shinar fractures, its people scattering in terror, leaving behind an unfinished monument—one that no longer belongs to them alone. Ultra-detailed, cinematic lighting, ancient-futuristic fusion, dramatic biblical atmosphere, alien spacecraft hovering, moody and epic composition.$

DB4RZ style painting Medium shot of a portrait from knee level. Skinny old man, Catholic priest. He is exhausted after a fight, holds a shotgun in front of him. dark Night. Clouds in the sky. The moon behind the priest's head is like a halo on an icon. In the background Damaged modern houses in the countryside. Blurred background. Black, red, yellow palette. Detailed drawing in comic book style.. <lora:paintart-style-004:0.6> <lora:fantastic-realism:0.35> f4nt4st1c

Soviet propaganda poster. front view of a russian man in work clothes, visibly exhausted and sweating, typing intensely on a keyboard with a glowing monitor. His face shows determination despite his fatigue. Behind him, flames rise high. The slogan "THIS IS FINE!" is placed prominently at the bottom of the illustration in bold red letters, with the dynamic composition.

A lone biker clad in a sleek, black leather jacket with glowing constellations stitched into its surface leans forward on a gravity-defying hoverbike, skimming the edge of a colossal asteroid belt. His helmet, a smooth, reflective void, mirrors the swirling colors of distant nebulae, and the exhaust of his bike leaves behind a shimmering trail of blue stardust. Behind him, the asteroid field twists and bends unnaturally, as if warped by some unseen cosmic force. A colossal gas giant looms in the distance, its swirling storm clouds crackling with violet lightning. The bikerâs gloves are reinforced with metallic plating, and his boots, scuffed from countless light-years of travel, rest lightly on the hovering machine. The dashboard flickers with holographic symbols in an alien language, pulsing rhythmically as if alive. Above, the stars seem to streak slightly, as if the universe itself is stretching around the speeding rider. The scene is a perfect fusion of high-speed adrenaline and the infinite stillness of deep space.<lora:FluxMythR3alisticF><lora:PCB_Image_Enhancer_for_FLUX:0.35>

A vast armada of airships soars majestically over a sprawling Victorian industrial city, their brass and steel hulls glinting in the golden sunlight of a crisp, clear day. The azure sky is streaked with delicate, wispy clouds, framing the fleet in a serene yet awe-inspiring tableau. The airships vary in size and design, from sleek, nimble scouts with canvas wings outstretched, to massive, multi-deck dreadnoughts bristling with riveted turrets and elaborate smokestacks. Billowing steam and occasional puffs of exhaust trail behind the vessels, blending with the thin mist rising from the city's labyrinthine factories and chimneys below.
Beneath the fleet, the industrial city sprawls with intricate detail. Brick chimneys belch dark plumes into the otherwise pristine sky, while iron bridges arch gracefully over winding canals. Clock towers and spired cathedrals rise above the bustling streets, their grandeur contrasting with the gritty machinery and bustling workers that define the city’s lifeblood. Gas lamps line cobblestone avenues, illuminating the city’s unique blend of elegance and industry.
The airships' shadows dance over the rooftops, casting fleeting moments of shade over the teeming streets below. The scene is both a testament to human ingenuity and a harbinger of the sky's growing dominion over the earth, as this fleet represents not just exploration but also the power and ambition of the era's industrial revolution.

<lora:CinematicStyleFlux_v1:1> <lora:detailer_flux_v1:1> detailerlora
A cinematic, photorealistic dieselpunk action scene of a retro-futuristic sports car speeding through a dark, industrial street at night. The car is low and aggressive, inspired by 1940s muscle design but modified with exposed piping, glowing engine components, thick riveted armor plating, and oversized exhausts belching black smoke. Its headlights blaze through dense smog as it barrels down slick cobblestone streets, reflecting city grime and scattered oil puddles.
Surrounding it are towering, soot-stained industrial buildings with crumbling brick, massive steel beams, and glowing orange furnaces visible through grated windows. Smoke and steam pour from rusted vents and chimneys, with pipes and overhead crane tracks looming above the street. Motion blur captures the sense of high speed, while sparks from nearby welding and brief glints of firelight add dynamic contrast.
The lighting is dramatic and moodyâoverhead lamps flicker, casting deep shadows and diffused light through thick smog. The sky is yellow-grey from pollution, and the scene is tinted with grim, mechanical intensity. The camera angle trails slightly behind and low to the ground, emphasizing speed and scale.

(in Otomo Katsuhiro style:1.4), high-quality, masterpiece, a Female WhiteS40k space marine dragging a massive sword behind her, sparks flying as the sword scrapes the ground, Her face shows exhaustion but determination, Low-angle tracking shot, high contrast, set in a burning village with embers and ash swirling in the wind, The sword leaves a trail of fire in its wake, (elaborately detailed attire with extraordinary elements:1.1), (hyperdetailed:1.1), (intricate details:1.0), (Refined details:1.1), (best quality:1.1), (high resolution:1.2)

A fallen knight kneels in the middle of a desolate battlefield, his once-shining armor now battered and bloodstained. A holy cross and sacred seals are emblazoned on his chestplate, glowing faintly as if struggling to retain their divine power. His bloodied sword, crude and worn, is plunged into the ground before him, its hilt gripped tightly in his gauntleted hand. His head is bowed, his face hidden beneath his helmet, but his posture radiates exhaustion and despair.

Behind him stands a horned demoness, her presence both menacing and alluring. Her hands rest gently on his shoulders, and her lips curve into a sly, almost tender smile as she whispers something into his ear. Her horns curve elegantly, and her eyes glow with a mixture of mischief and dark intent. Her figure is draped in flowing, shadowy robes that contrast with the knight’s heavy armor.

The background is a bleak, war-torn landscape: broken weapons, shattered shields, and the remnants of a once-great battlefield stretch into the distance. The sky is dark and stormy, with flashes of lightning illuminating the scene. Every detail—from the texture of the knight’s armor to the demoness’s sinister yet captivating presence—is rendered in hyper-realistic detail. This image captures the tension between redemption and corruption, as the fallen knight teeters on the edge of salvation and damnation

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A young male samurai in a defensive stance, holding a katana in one hand and staring straight ahead with intense red eyes that glow. His long hair flows behind him, and his face is marked with scars and blood. He wears worn, red samurai armor that looks old and battered, and his expression shows exhaustion. In the background, a Japanese castle burns in flames, illuminating the scene with a dramatic light.

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This image portrays a female knight walking confidently across a winter battlefield, embodying a mix of strength, determination, and resilience. The setting is grim and chaotic, as the scene unfolds on a snowy and icy battlefield scattered with fallen soldiers and frozen weapons. A white, overcast sky looms above, casting a subdued and somber light over the scene, emphasizing the harsh realities of war. The central figure is a young woman clad in white full medieval armor. Her white steel plate armor is intricately designed, with a polished yet battle-worn finish that reflects both light and shadow. Bloodstains and scratches are visible on the armor, evidence of the brutal combat she has endured. The armor's craftsmanship is evident in the articulated joints, overlapping plates, and white embossed details, which combine both functionality and aesthetic appeal. The white pauldrons (shoulder armor) are large and curved, adding to her imposing appearance, while the white breastplate hugs her form, emphasizing her poise and physical strength. Underneath the white armor, white glimpses of white chainmail can be seen at her white joints, providing additional protection and flexibility. Her lower body armor includes white plated greaves and white knee guards, but her thighs are partially exposed, revealing cuts and bruises on her skin—a testament to the intensity of the battle. Her stance is commanding, with one leg firmly planted and the other slightly forward, as though she is moving through the carnage with purpose. She holds a large, bloodied sword in her right hand, the blade catching the muted light. The weapon is heavy and formidable, suggesting it has been wielded with great skill and force. Her expression is intense and determined, with her brows furrowed slightly and her lips set in a firm line. Her gaze is directed ahead, as if scanning the battlefield for her next challenge or assessing the aftermath of the conflict. Her face, framed by windswept frozen white hair, is striking and unyielding, a mixture of exhaustion and resolve. The strands of her hair are damp and cling to her face, evidence of sweat and exertion. Despite the grime and blood streaked across her features, her beauty and composure remain intact, further highlighting her resilience. Behind her, a group of white knights clad in similar steel armor advances, their faces obscured by closed helmets. They carry swords and other medieval weapons, and their postures suggest readiness for combat or the aftermath of a hard-fought victory. The knights' armor is less detailed than hers, emphasizing her role as a leader or a central figure in this scene. White flags and white banners can be seen in the distance, partially obscured by the white mist and white smoke that drift across the battlefield. The ground beneath her feet is frozen mud, splintered ice with ice cracks and uneven, littered with the bodies of fallen warriors and discarded weapons. The snowy earth is stained with blood, and the trampled ice formations has given way to dirt and chaos. The texture of the ice and snow is detailed, with footprints and splashes adding a sense of realism to the setting. The atmosphere is thick with the weight of battle, and the muted color palette—dominated by grays, whites, and metallic tones—enhances the somber and gritty mood. This image captures the aftermath of a fierce battle, with the central figure standing as a symbol of perseverance and strength amidst the devastation. Her commanding presence, battle-worn appearance, and unwavering expression tell a story of survival, leadership, and unyielding determination in the face of adversity. ice and snow landscape. ice mountains. ice structures. snowflakes. cold. harsh wind. frozen weather. white fog. extreme situation. action and dramatic. ice canyon. massive ice cracks.

A somber and melancholic scene depicting a lone knight, with the head of a white goose prominently visible, clad in intricately detailed black armor, sitting in a field of vivid red poppies. The knight’s head is uncovered, allowing the soft white feathers and graceful contours of the goose’s head to stand out starkly against the dark, ornate armor. Their posture is one of exhaustion and contemplation, with one gauntleted hand resting on their knee and the other hanging loosely. The armor is adorned with engraved patterns and signs of wear, suggesting a history of countless battles. Behind the knight, a massive, two-handed sword is planted firmly into the ground, symbolizing both strength and a moment of rest. The field of poppies stretches endlessly, their vibrant red petals contrasting against the muted tones of the knight’s armor and the overcast sky. Subtle sunlight filters through the clouds, creating a soft glow that illuminates the scene with a muted, ethereal quality. The gentle sway of the poppies in the breeze adds a sense of life and movement to the otherwise still and reflective moment. The composition emphasizes the emotional weight of the knight’s solitude amidst the vibrant beauty of the flowers, blending realism with a touch of fantasy art style.

$masterpiece, high-quality, hyperdetailed, refined details, best quality, high resolution, In the aftermath of a colossal battle, a lone mecha pilot slumps against the charred hull of her fallen robot. Sparks fizz and embers glow in the smoke-filled twilight, illuminating the haunted exhaustion etched across her face. Her cybernetic tattoos pulse dimly, each flicker hinting at her bond with the now-silent machine. Tears and soot streak her cheeks as she clutches a tattered photograph of her loved ones. The camera frames her from a medium-low angle, capturing the staggering size of the mech behind her and the raw emotional weight of loss and duty that radiates from her trembling figure, <lora:FLUX\Anime v1.3:0.5> <lora:FLUX\Emberveil digital painting:0.8>$

A chaotic cityscape bathed in the neon glow of streetlights is torn apart by a wild street race, cars launching off ramps and skidding through intersections at breakneck speed. In the foreground, a tricked-out muscle car with oversized rear tires and flaming exhaust burns rubber, leaving a trail of smoke and sparks. The city skyline behind is shattered, as if the force of the speed has cracked reality itself. A metal skull with a checkered bandana grins wickedly from the hood of the lead car, its empty sockets reflecting the chaos. <lora:aidmaImageUpgrader-FLUX-V0.2:0.5><lora:PinkieFluxProUltraFantasia><lora:FluxDFaeTasticDetails:0.7>

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