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    ne0nfant4sy, A fae assassin, her pale violet skin bathed in moonlight, crouches low on a twisted tree branch, her delicate wings shimmering like a dragonfly's. Her sharp, angular features are masked by a hood of black silk, only her glowing, lavender eyes visible beneath the shadow of the cowl. Her silver hair, cut short and wild, catches the light as her slender fingers caress the hilt of a dagger, its blade engraved with ancient runes. Around her waist, a belt of poisons and throwing knives clinks softly as she shifts, blending seamlessly into the shadows. The trees around her, twisted and ancient, seem almost sentient, their gnarled branches reaching out like claws. The faint scent of night- blooming flowers mingles with the damp earth beneath her. Her wings twitch silently, ready to propel her into the darkness, and the tension in her coiled form suggests a lethal strike is imminent. Her eyes are narrowed in focused determination, a silent predator in the night. The ethereal glow of the moonlight casts a ghostly sheen over her form, highlighting the deadly elegance of her figure. <lora:RetroAnimeFluxV1:0. 5><lora:NeonFantasyFLUX:0. 3>

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    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>
    In the dim light of a rustic kitchen, a small, determined mouse stands atop a massive wheel of cheese, its tiny paws gripping the hilt of a miniature sword embedded deep within the golden surface. The cheese is cracked and aged, its texture rough and uneven, with curls of rind peeling away. A soft glow reflects off the polished blade as the mouse strains to pull it free, its whiskers twitching with effort. In the background, towering kitchen utensils loom like ancient monuments, casting long shadows across the wooden countertop. <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>
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    A vibrant and action-packed movie poster titled "Ocean's Eleven-ish," featuring an all-star cast of Spongebob Squarepants, Pikachu, Deadpool, Bender from Futurama, and a Minion from Despicable Me in the middle of an epic heist. The characters are gathered together in a dramatic, stylized pose, each showcasing their unique personalities and quirks. In the center, Spongebob, dressed in a slick black suit and tie, holds a briefcase filled with Krabby Patties, grinning confidently. To his right, Pikachu wears a tiny black hat, sparks of electricity surrounding him, ready to short-circuit any security system. Deadpool, with his iconic red-and-black suit, wields a combination of weapons and gadgets, including a taco in one hand, adding his trademark irreverence. Bender, sporting a fedora and a cigar, has his extendable arm reaching into a high-tech safe, his face lit up with greed. The Minion, dressed in a thief’s outfit with a black beanie and eye mask, clutches a large sack marked with a dollar sign, struggling to keep it upright as he gives a mischievous wink. The background shows a futuristic cityscape under the cover of night, with neon lights reflecting off the sleek buildings. In the distance, a towering vault door glows ominously, hinting at the high-stakes target of their heist. The sky is lit with bright city lights and a full moon, adding a dramatic atmosphere to the scene. The title "Ocean’s Eleven-ish" is splashed across the top in bold, gold lettering, with the tagline beneath it reading, "Five Misfits. One Impossible Job. ZERO CLUE." The credits at the bottom are filled with humorous nods, like "Directed by Heisty McHeistface". The overall vibe of the poster is a mix of comedy, action, and absurdity, perfectly capturing the chaotic energy of this unlikely team of characters teaming up for the most outrageous heist the world has ever seen.
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    a skeleton with green mohawk in a black leather jacket with "PUNKS NOT DEAD" sprayed on the back. Every word is different color. Theere are also a lot of punk badges and patches on the jacket.He is standing in a ruined city. DB4RZ, DB4RZ style painting, NeoPigma, in the style of cksc, anime, cyberpunk, a masterpiece, award winning,<lora:CPA:0.5><lora:FLUX-daubrez-DB4RZ:0.3><lora:NeoPigmaV3:0.35><lora:ck-shadow-circuit-000021:0.35>
    An evocative, narrative illustration shows a cloaked figure standing at the edge of a crumbling cliff, overlooking a sea of thick clouds beneath an enormous, glowing moon. The figure holds a lantern with a flickering, ghostly blue flame, which casts eerie shadows across the jagged rocks. In the distance, ancient, floating ruins can be seen partially obscured by mist, their broken spires and bridges hinting at long-forgotten civilizations. Dark birds circle the floating ruins, and faint, distant lights flicker within the clouds, suggesting life or perhaps something far more spectral. The atmosphere is foreboding and otherworldly, with the moonlight adding an ethereal, almost dreamlike quality to the scene.<lora:FluxMythV2:0.9><lora:s1n0z1ck style FG Flux Lora:0.7><lora:flux.1_lora_flyway_Epic-detail_v2:0.65><lora:detailed_v2_flux_ntc:0.15><lora:- Flux1 - soothing_atmo_V2.0:0.45>
    A richly embroidered tablecloth, covered in celestial patterns, cradles a crisp edition of The Arcane Gazette, its front-page headline flashing with urgent enchantment: ‘ROYAL NECROMANCER FOUND GUILTY OF SOUL FORGERY – UNDEAD PROTESTS SPREAD!’ Beneath the text, a moving ink sketch shows a crowd of skeletal and ghostly citizens marching through the capital, holding banners that read ‘RIGHTS FOR THE RISEN.’ A silver goblet, half-filled with shimmering blue elven wine, rests dangerously close to the edge of the paper, reflecting the dancing words in its surface. Scattered across the table, golden tarot cards lie overturned, their symbols eerily aligning with the chaotic news story. Wisps of green necromantic energy drift lazily from the paper’s edges, a sure sign that the article has been cursed—or blessed—by unseen hands. A raven, its eyes gleaming with unnatural intelligence, perches on the back of a chair, occasionally pecking at a loose parchment as if scrutinizing the news. The scent of old books and alchemical ingredients fills the air, mingling with the faint sound of whispered spells still lingering in the room. Outside, the sound of distant chanting can be heard—perhaps the very undead protesters making their voices known beyond the printed word. , detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
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    a young woman with brown hair, dressed in a white cloak and green tunic, sitting on a rock beside a large, skeletal dragon-like creature. The creature's white bones contrast with its dark, jagged teeth. The background features a lush, green meadow with yellow flowers, and a partially cloudy sky. The style is vibrant and whimsical, with soft shading and detailed textures., detailed background Fantastic lighting. Detailed shadows.intricate details, vivid colors, hyper-detailed, ultra-sharp, , <lora:Luminous_Shadowscape-000016:0.4><lora:black_fantasy_1.0:0.4><lora:Glitchcore_Flux:0.4><lora:- Flux1 - vanta_black_V2.0:0.4>
    A hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a vast canyon, the sound of war pipes echoes off the red stone walls as a clan of warriors marches in unison across the dusty ground. The piper, a tall, lean figure with bronze skin and glowing green eyes, stands atop a boulder, his instrument wailing a high, eerie tune that sends shivers through the hearts of all who hear it. His wild, flame-colored hair whips in the wind, and his eyes gleam with fierce determination as he directs the army below. The pipes themselves are carved from bone, and each note seems to carry the weight of ancient battles long since forgotten. Around him, the canyon is alive with the sound of marching feet, the rhythmic beat of drums, and the metallic clang of weapons being prepared for battle. Dust rises in great clouds as the army moves forward, their faces set in grim determination, following the haunting call of the pipes. Above, vultures circle lazily in the blue sky, waiting for the battle to begin. The sound of the pipes weaves through the canyon like a living thing, rising and falling with the wind, a call to arms that cannot be ignored. (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 hyper-realistic portrait, photorealistic photo close-up image of In a grand library filled with towering shelves of ancient, leather-bound books, a scholar with glowing blue eyes and softly crackling skin pores over a tome, his hands carefully turning the delicate pages. The other scholars in the room, with their parchment and quills, move in silence, their robes rustling softly as they go about their work, but they give the glowing figure a wide berth. His skin, faintly illuminated by an inner light, is too bright for the dim, candlelit room, and the gentle crackling sound of his energy disrupts the otherwise peaceful atmosphere. The knowledge in the room is vast, ancient, but the scholar knows he will never truly belong among these humans, who look at him with a mixture of awe and fear. He understands the languages of the books better than anyone else here, but his very presence is a reminder that he is something other, something unnatural. The scholars around him, with their quiet whispers and hushed movements, are a world away, even though they are in the same room.(photography, high-resolution, dynamic, energetic,hyper-realistic, dramatic lighting, shallow depth of field.), detailmaximizer, MythP0rt<lora:aidmaMJ6.1-FLUX-V0.1:0.6><lora:Movie_Portrait><lora:Flux DetailerV2>
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