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The Grimm Reaper stands as a haunting figure cloaked in shadows and whispers of ancient tales. Draped in a tattered, ethereal robe that seems woven from the night itself, his form flickers between solid and spectral, as if caught between the mortal realm and the afterlife. His hood, deep and shadowed, reveals nothing but a pair of cold, otherworldly eyes—pale, glowing orbs that pierce the soul with the weight of eternity. Wisps of smoke and phantom mist coil around him, giving the impression of a being formed from darkness and lost memories.
In his bony, skeletal hands, he grips a massive scythe, its blade impossibly sharp and shimmering with a ghostly light, as if it drinks in the moonlight. The handle, adorned with runes of forgotten languages, thrums with a quiet power, pulsating in time with the steady, measured steps of the Reaper. Every movement is soundless, each glide forward a ripple in the fabric of time, as he moves with the inevitability of death itself.
Around him, the air feels colder, heavier, like the breath of winter or the final sigh of a dying star. His presence is not just seen but felt, a chilling whisper in the mind that speaks of finality, destiny, and the great unknown that lies beyond. The Grimm Reaper is not merely a harbinger of death, but a collector of stories, a silent witness to the endless cycle of beginnings and endings, an eternal shadow that looms at the edge of every life.

The shimmering hush of the cosmic abyss stretched endlessly before the beholder, an expanse of inky blackness speckled with a myriad of celestial jewels. A solitary spaceship, its sleek metallic form glinting ethereally under the distant twinkle of faraway stars, hung suspended in the cosmic ballet, its engines humming with a faint whir, like a lullaby whispered to the void. In the command deck, a trio of intrepid astronauts awaited the commencement of their daring mission. Captain Amelia West, with her fiery red hair cascading down her back, stood tall with an aura of determination, her piercing emerald eyes reflecting both the infinite possibilities and the unfathomable dangers that lay beyond the ship's protected walls. Beside her, Lieutenant Samuel Rivers, a seasoned and rugged explorer, scanned the pulsating control panels diligently, his hands poised over the holographic interface with a grace honed through countless journeys into the unknown. Completing the trio was Dr. Kieran Matthews, a brilliant scientist whose mind was a vibrant tapestry of endless hypotheses and discoveries, his keen intellect and relentless curiosity encapsulated in his thoughtful gaze. As if whispered by the universe itself, a gentle breeze caressed the astronauts' faces, singing fragments of ancient knowledge carried across galaxies untold. The ship's navigational system, a marvel of advanced technology, projected a mesmerizing holographic depiction of a distant and mysterious planet on the main view screen. It was a world veiled in enigmatic haze, torrents of iridescent gases dancing upon the surface, concealing secrets waiting to be unearthed. With a resolute step forward, Captain West initiated the launch sequence, her gloved hand carefully activating a series of buttons and switches. The massive engines roared to life, emitting a pulsating surge of celestial energy that propelled the ship forward with a gentle rumble, as if cuddled in the embrace of destiny itself. The spacecraft sliced through the cosmic mist like a solitary comet, leaving behind a trail of shimmering stardust in its wake. The electric hum of technological marvel resonated through the ship's corridors, signifying the beginning of an extraordinary odyssey and the dawn of an epic narrative yet to be told. And so, our intrepid explorers, enveloped in the dazzling embrace of the infinite, delved into the cosmic abyss, venturing into the heart of the unknown, where science, wonder, and the unyielding spirit of human ingenuity converged amidst the boundless possibilities that awaited in the depths of the universe.

With a righteous love, take your steps forward. Burn yourself to illuminate others and turn into a ray of light.
No matter it's night or dawn, no matter how stormy it is. I will never be afraid of evil and power. I will stand upright in the storm and face the future.
Shining space warrior in the firelight, show your courage. Fight demons and put smiles on people's faces.
Warriors, a group of shining warriors. Justice surges in your blood.
FHD, Rich in details, masterpiece.

$<lora:DonMX3n0T3chXL:0.8> DonMX3n0T3chXL A stunning young woman, with dark, flowing red hair and warm, golden-brown skin, steps forward in a flowing, long-sleeved blue dress, her eyes cast downward at the intricate, colorful mosaic floor of an ancient Roman villa. A solitary, sleek black lens covers her right eye, reflecting hints of a desolate, war-torn future, with fractured, x-ray-like images of crumbling columns and rubble flashing intermittently, juxtaposed against the villa's grandeur. Inspired by the cinematic style of Denis Villeneuve, the scene is bathed in warm, golden light, with soft, diffused sunlight streaming in through the villa's arched windows, casting gentle, high-contrast shadows on the walls, as if shot on 35mm film stock with a subtle grain, and graded with a muted, earthy color palette, evoking a sense of timelessness and wonder. <lora:DoubleExposure:0.8> Jed-dblexpsre, Jed-dblexpsre effect, double exposure, merged <lora:S1_Dramatic_Lighting_v2:1>$

score_9, score_8_up, score_8_up, saturated color hi res, Russian, <lora:RussianDoll6:0.5>, (best quality, ultra high res, raw photo, masterpiece, extremely detailed photograph), (realistic, photorealistic:1.4), 1girl, 18 years old, solo focus, sharp chin, high cheekbones, (((long blonde straight hair +bangs))), looking at viewer, serious cold expression, dynamic angle, <lora:eyeLora_eyesV10:0.4>, natural blue eyes, long blonde hair,
A dark and sensual scene unfolds at a stable. A woman, her face flushed with desire, stands before a majestic stallion. She is dressed in riding gear, but her clothing is disheveled, her hair wild, as if she has been fighting a internal battle between passion and societal norms. The stallion, with a massive and proud horse cock, stands proudly, its muscles rippling, unafraid and unashamed of its raw masculinity.
The woman's gaze is fixed on the stallion's cock, her eyes glittering with forbidden desire. She steps closer, her breath quickening, one hand reaching out as if to touch the throbbing member, her lips parting slightly as she imagines worshipping it, giving into her most primal urges.
The scene captures the moment just before she succumbs, the tension and lust hanging heavy in the air. Her fingers are poised to caress the stallion cock, gigantic veiny horse cock, horse penis, thick horse penis, wet penis, her body leans forward, and her expression is one of pure, unadulterated want.

In the dimly lit corridor, shadows lurk ominously, obscuring any semblance of safety or comfort. The air hangs heavy with a stale, musty odor, sending a shiver down your spine as you tread cautiously through the oppressive darkness. Each step echoes eerily, bouncing off the cold, unyielding walls like whispers of unseen specters. The floor beneath your feet feels uneven and treacherous, hinting at hidden dangers lurking just beyond the reach of your feeble flashlight. With every passing moment, a sense of foreboding intensifies, weighing heavily on your mind like a suffocating blanket of dread. As you press forward, the darkness seems to close in around you, suffocating any hope of escape, leaving you trapped in a labyrinth of despair and uncertainty

4k, masterpiece, Whimsical, soft lighting, wide-angle lens, low camera angle. A angry-faced, white rabbit dressed in a vintage floral dress walks confidently through an enchanted forest filled with trees, vibrant flowers. The forest is bathed in soft, warm light, with whimsical details like fluttering butterflies and winding paths that disappear into the greenery. The rabbit's posture is energetic yet determined, with one foot stepping forward and its large ears perked up, absorbing the magical surroundings.,, In the center of a vibrant and otherworldly scene, a group of people, dressed in vibrant and energetic clothing, engage in a symphony of movement and otherworldly energy. The ground beneath them is a deep, ethereal blue, surrounded by bold red accents that seem to pulse and throb with energy.

As the sun began to set over the horizon, casting a warm golden glow across the vast expanse of an otherworldly landscape, the protagonist found themselves standing on the edge of a precipice overlooking a gaping abyss. The sheer magnitude of the view took their breath away as they looked down into the abyss, an impossibly deep chasm that seemed to stretch into eternity. A gentle breeze rustled through the protagonist's hair, carrying with it the faint scent of ancient woods and ethereal whispers, adding an eerie undertone to the scene. The edges of the abyss were jagged and treacherous, reminiscent of the teeth of a ferocious dragon, ready to devour anyone who dared to challenge it. In the distance, across the abyss, lay an imposing fortress built into the side of a towering mountain. It was cloaked in shadows, seemingly weathered by centuries of trials and tribulations. The fortress appeared almost alive, its walls seemingly pulsating with an energy that resonated deep within the protagonist's very core. Suddenly, a storm began to brew overhead, darkening the already ominous sky. Thunder crashed and lightning illuminated the landscape, revealing a labyrinth of ancient ruins and forgotten secrets surrounding the protagonist. Whispers of a forgotten language filled the air, as if the very elements were conspiring to bring forth an impending battle, an epic confrontation of forces beyond human comprehension. With each clap of thunder, the protagonist's determination grew. Clutching a weapon forged with the tears of fallen heroes, their grip tightened, their knuckles turning white. The time had come to embark on an arduous journey and face unimaginable challenges in order to bring peace to a world on the brink of chaos. Summoning every ounce of courage, the protagonist stepped forward, their foot hovering in the air for a moment before descending toward the first treacherous ledge leading into the abyss. With a resolute heart, they took a leap of faith, their silhouette blending into the fierce storm as they began their descent into the unknown. As the protagonist descended deeper into the abyss, battling gales of wind and shards of lightning, their determination remained unyielding. Each step brought them closer to the fortress, their purpose driving them forward against all odds. In that moment, the protagonist became the embodiment of hope, a beacon of light amidst the encroaching darkness, poised to face the ultimate test of their willpower and strength. This, my dear reader, was the beginning of an epic scene that would forever etch itself into the annals of their world's history. A scene that would define the protagonist's heroic journey and pave the path to a destiny intertwined with the fate of the universe itself.

pop surrealism, pop art, zdyna_pose, In the noir ambiance of a Gotham City alley, shadows play across weathered cobblestones as the dim glow of flickering street lamps paints the scene in muted hues. From the darkness emerges Batman, an imposing figure in Tim Burton's stylized costume. The cape trails behind him like an obsidian shroud, merging seamlessly with the enveloping shadows.
The iconic cowl obscures much of Batman's face, leaving only the sharp silhouette of his jaw visible. White eyes pierce the gloom, a testament to the vigilance that defines the Dark Knight. With each calculated step, the sound of his boots against the cobblestones echoes, drowning out the ambient city noises.
As Batman steps forward, the ambient sounds seem to hush in deference. The Bat-symbol on his chest catches what little light is available, a stark beacon in the darkness. The surreal and gothic elements of Tim Burton's vision seep into the scene, with twisted spires and looming structures creating a haunting backdrop. Batman steps into the moonlit alley, a silent guardian ready to confront the shadows that lurk in the heart of Gotham. <lora:!action-sdxl-V0.5:1> zdyna_pose, <lora:Graphic_Portrait_v2:1> pop surrealism, pop art

DreamShaper XL

v2.1 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_v21TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
Lightning DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_lightningDPMSDE.safetensors
SFW v2 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwV2TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
SFW Lightning DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwLightningDPMSDE.safetensors
v2 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_v2TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_turboDPMSDE.safetensors
SFW Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwTurboDPMSDE.safetensors
alpha2 (xl1.0) - dreamshaperXL_alpha2Xl10.safetensors
alpha1 (xl0.9) - dreamshaperXL_alpha1Xl09.safetensors

DreamShaper

8 - dreamshaper_8.safetensors
8 LCM - dreamshaper_8LCM.safetensors
8-inpainting - dreamshaper_8Inpainting.safetensors
8-diffusers - dreamshaper_8Diffusers.zip
7 - dreamshaper_7.safetensors
7-inpainting - dreamshaper_7-inpainting.safetensors
7-diffusers - dreamshaper_7Diffusers_trainingData.zip
6.31 baked vae - dreamshaper_631BakedVae.safetensors
6.31-inpainting - dreamshaper_631Inpainting.safetensors
6.31 diffusers - dreamshaper_631Diffusers_trainingData.zip
6 baked vae - dreamshaper_6BakedVae.safetensors
6.2 baked vae - dreamshaper_62BakedVae.safetensors
6-inpainting - dreamshaper_6Inpainting.safetensors
6 no vae - dreamshaper_6NoVae.safetensors
6 diffusers - dreamshaper_6Diffusers_trainingData.zip
5 baked vae - dreamshaper_5BakedVae.ckpt
5 pruned (no vae) - train - dreamshaper_5PrunedNoVaeTrain.ckpt
5-inpainting - dreamshaper_5-inpainting.safetensors
5 baked vae diffusers - dreamshaper_5BakedVaeDiffusers_trainingData.zip
4 baked vae - dreamshaper_4BakedVae.safetensors
4-inpainting - dreamshaper_4-inpainting.safetensors
4 baked vae fp16 - dreamshaper_4BakedVaeFp16.safetensors
4 no vae - dreamshaper_4NoVae.safetensors
4 no vae fp16 - dreamshaper_4NoVaeFp16.ckpt
3.32 baked vae (clip fix) - dreamshaper_332BakedVaeClipFix.ckpt
3.31 baked vae - dreamshaper_331BakedVae.ckpt
3.31-inpainting - dreamshaper_331-inpainting.safetensors
3.3 - dreamshaper_33.ckpt
2.52 (safetensors fixed) - dreamshaper_252SafetensorsFixed.ckpt
2.52 (pruned) - dreamshaper_252Pruned.ckpt
2.52 (initial release) - dreamshaper_252InitialRelease.ckpt