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Close up depiction of the head of a massive red dragon wreathed in flames about to breath fire. Backdrop is vast snowy mountain range

Close up depiction of the head of a massive red dragon wreathed in flames about to breath fire. Backdrop is vast snowy m...

An angel of music conducting a choir of celestial beings, their harmonies shaping the very essence of creation.

An angel of music conducting a choir of celestial beings, their harmonies shaping the very essence of creation.

Anime wizard with lots and lots of stars and make it a girl

Anime wizard with lots and lots of stars and make it a girl

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying beauty — Spaz Thearezial was once heir to the Thearezial Line, an ancient house of planar nobility whose influence spanned multiple dimensions. In this otherworldly aristocracy, power was measured not in gold or steel, but in pacts, promises, and the depth of one’s arcane bloodline. Spaz, from birth, was a marvel: his infernal lineage twisted into something elegant and volatile, like a storm trapped in a glass orb. He had the talent — wild, uncontrollable, and insatiable. But with talent came temptation. When offered a shortcut to mastery by the enigmatic Patron Thalmera, Spaz eagerly accepted, too arrogant or naïve to read the fine metaphysical print. Thalmera was not a devil, nor a fey queen — but a living concept: the Embodiment of Balance Through Control. She offered him limitless magical power, but anchored it to her will. Now, every spell Spaz casts pulls a thread of control tighter around his soul. With every invocation, he dances to her rhythm — and he hates it. Spaz, ever the chaos-born prodigy, chose exile over obedience. Tearing through the veils between realms in a desperate bid for freedom, he crash-landed in the Material Plane — raw, scorched, and half-mad from the effort. Here, he seeks forbidden rituals, lost arcana, and maddened sages — anything to unbind himself from Thalmera.

Born in the swirling courts of the Opaline Reverie — a realm of mirrored skies, infinite stairways, and logic-defying be...

A all black girl with only a spec of white in her pupils and white plant tattoos

A all black girl with only a spec of white in her pupils and white plant tattoos

A all black girl with only a spec of white in her pupils and white plant tattoos

A all black girl with only a spec of white in her pupils and white plant tattoos

Daughter of Robert Baratheon

Daughter of Robert Baratheon

The game of thrones inspired in ark survival ascended Loona

The game of thrones inspired in ark survival ascended Loona

The game of thrones inspired in ark survival ascended Loona

The game of thrones inspired in ark survival ascended Loona

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dilated like those of a predator assessing its prey. Shirtless, he displays a body honed by discipline, every muscle a testament to his strength, rippling beneath his pale skin like waves in a stormy sea. Loose white pants, cinched at the waist by a vibrant red belt that matches the eerie glow around him, drape over his lean hips, a stark counterpoint to his pale skin. A crimson necklace, bearing a pendant shaped like the letter "V," rests against his collarbone, a touch of defiant individuality, pulsing faintly in time with his heartbeat. Leaning back, he throws his head back in laughter, a sound that is both carefree and predatory, echoing with a low, guttural rumble that sends a shiver down one's spine. His stance is that of a predator at rest, radiating an aura of effortless power, a being utterly unconcerned with the dangers that may lie ahead. Two crimson horns, tipped with obsidian, sprout from his head, adding an otherworldly touch to his already striking appearance, their points catching the light and casting dancing shadows across his pale features. The red glow intensifies, illuminating his figure with an almost demonic beauty, as if he were a creature of myth and legend come to life.

g of pale peach fuzz. A pair of intense crimson eyes, glinting with mischief, burn with an inner fire, their pupils dila...

A luchador in the style of Baki

A luchador in the style of Baki

Realistic, kissing pair of two highschool pupil

Realistic, kissing pair of two highschool pupil

Make a chracter of a bread funny but looks mad named “true loaf”

Make a chracter of a bread funny but looks mad named “true loaf”

Make a chracter of a bread funny but looks mad named “true loaf”. Make him a bread row instead

Make a chracter of a bread funny but looks mad named “true loaf”. Make him a bread row instead

Make a chracter of a bread funny but looks mad named “true loaf”. Make him a bread row instead

Make a chracter of a bread funny but looks mad named “true loaf”. Make him a bread row instead

Make a chracter of a bread funny but looks mad named “true loaf”. Make him a bread row instead

Make a chracter of a bread funny but looks mad named “true loaf”. Make him a bread row instead

A couple of young men in their 30s chatting, in the rococo period. The first man is shorter, he has black long curly hair and is wearing a white shirt, brown breeches and a brocade vest. He has a walking stick. The second man is taller, he is wearing a white rococo short wig, he is wearing yellow breeches and a yellow waistcoat.

A couple of young men in their 30s chatting, in the rococo period. The first man is shorter, he has black long curly hai...

A couple of young men in their 30s chatting, in the rococo period. The first man is shorter, he has black long curly hair and is wearing a white shirt, brown breeches and a brocade vest. He has a walking stick. The second man is taller, he is wearing a white rococo short wig, he is wearing yellow breeches and a yellow waistcoat.

A couple of young men in their 30s chatting, in the rococo period. The first man is shorter, he has black long curly hai...

A couple of young men in their 30s, in the rococo period. The first man is shorter, he has black long curly hair and is wearing a white shirt, brown breeches and a brocade vest. He has a walking stick. The second man is taller, he is wearing a white rococo short wig, he is wearing yellow breeches and a yellow waistcoat.

A couple of young men in their 30s, in the rococo period. The first man is shorter, he has black long curly hair and is ...

the city of gold and lead bye John Christopher

the city of gold and lead bye John Christopher

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

Soldier, black armor, lots of tech gadgets

A dark silhouette of a blonde girl wearing an orange jacket and a red scarf

A dark silhouette of a blonde girl wearing an orange jacket and a red scarf

Goliath Barbarian of Stone Giant ancestry who loves music

Goliath Barbarian of Stone Giant ancestry who loves music

The outline of a star made of notes and clefs

The outline of a star made of notes and clefs

Half-elven male, son of Aragorn and Arawen in Gondor, training to be a hunter, dual wielding short swords and having a bow to shoot from afar

Half-elven male, son of Aragorn and Arawen in Gondor, training to be a hunter, dual wielding short swords and having a b...

All the characters from shows all of them movies, any of them fighting

All the characters from shows all of them movies, any of them fighting

A boy at the age of nine years old with messy blonde hair, blue eyes holding a basketball in his hands with a zip up grey Hoodie

A boy at the age of nine years old with messy blonde hair, blue eyes holding a basketball in his hands with a zip up gre...

Realistic picture of a sick with pneumonia man with dark beard inside rundown cabin writing in a journal on the desk candlelight guns in the background fireplace with a pot of stew cooking outside the window, zombies and a blizzard is going on and full blue moon

Realistic picture of a sick with pneumonia man with dark beard inside rundown cabin writing in a journal on the desk can...

Realistic CGI of man with 5 o’clock shadow and raggedy clothes. Writing at desk under candle light with guns and bullets on desk, crossbow on his back in rundown cabin with blood on walls and bullets holes in walls with shards of glass in the windows and spiderwebs and dust all over the cabin and outside night full moon with blizzard and one zombie in the distance

Realistic CGI of man with 5 o’clock shadow and raggedy clothes. Writing at desk under candle light with guns and bullets...

A fairy bard playing a harp made of spider silk, her music bringing forest plants to life in a swirling dance.

A fairy bard playing a harp made of spider silk, her music bringing forest plants to life in a swirling dance.

A fairy bard playing a harp made of spider silk, her music bringing forest plants to life in a swirling dance.

A fairy bard playing a harp made of spider silk, her music bringing forest plants to life in a swirling dance.

A fairy bard playing a harp made of spider silk, her music bringing forest plants to life in a swirling dance.

A fairy bard playing a harp made of spider silk, her music bringing forest plants to life in a swirling dance.

Realism portrait of a weathered lighthouse keeper, wrinkled face, salt-and-pepper beard, steely gaze, oil lamp in hand, stormy sea and lighthouse visible through window behind, dramatic lighting

Realism portrait of a weathered lighthouse keeper, wrinkled face, salt-and-pepper beard, steely gaze, oil lamp in hand, ...