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realism ltx23

realism ltx23

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LTX2 · LoRA

By phool - Adds some realism / amateur recording style. A bit out of focus, mid lighting, slightly shaky camera, less makeup. Trigger: realism

realism A woman in her late 20s with wavy blonde hair and a light dusting of freckles smiles directly at the camera, holding a smartphone close to her face; she wears a simple blue t-shirt and subtle gold earrings. She frowns. Beside her, a man in his early 30s with short dark hair and a neatly trimmed beard grins playfully at the camera, wearing a gray button-down shirt. The background is slightly blurred, showing a glimpse of a bright, sunny living room with a comfortable couch. Soft, natural lighting illuminates their faces. The woman is angry with a furrowed brow and shouts at the man "STOP RECORDING ME! WHY ARE YOU RECORDING ME?! EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!"

realism at night, shimmering eyes, close-up, upper body, vertical video, orbiting camera, the camera orbits her to a side view, foreshortening, fisheye lens, grim dark, chiaroscuro. A witch, medieval, stands in a dimly lit stone chamber—a single shaft of light illuminates her from above. She wears a flowing purple robe and a pointed purple witch hat adorned with a silver crescent moon. Gold rings adorn her fingers, and a delicate chain hangs around her neck. She blinks. The camera orbits her until a back-side view of her dancing. The beat drops—a driving break beat rhythm with a heavy bassline—as the wizard girl raps: "Every pally in the kingdom on my tail / They be questing for me, like the holy grail / I'm a wizza with a warrant on my head / In this county is a bounty for me dead." Ambient sounds of dripping water and distant wind fill the chamber alongside the beat. She blinks.

Medium shot from a slightly low angle captures a blonde woman in her late 20s with sun-kissed skin and light freckles, wearing a wide-brimmed straw hat, a black cotton blouse with a ruffled cream lace collar, and a patterned brown paisley shawl draped over her shoulders. She sits sideways in a ladylike posture atop a brown horse, her body angled toward the left while she looks slightly toward the right. As the camera slowly dollies out, the horse's head enters the foreground from the left, its dark muzzle twitching. The woman turns her head toward the lens, her torso and shoulders rotating naturally with the movement of her neck, and a subtle smirk pulls at the corner of her mouth. She leans forward slightly, her hands tightening around the leather reins, and says in a low, melodic Italian accent, "You know? Once Upon a Time in the West, life was really hard..." The horse suddenly shifts from a slow walk to a powerful gallop, its muscles rippling beneath a dusty coat. The woman grips the reins firmly, her knuckles whitening as she stabilizes her seated position against the sudden motion. A thick cloud of golden dust erupts from the dry ground behind the galloping horse, swirling into the air and catching the bright, harsh midday sun. The camera pulls back rapidly to a wide shot, revealing the vast, arid landscape and distant mountains under a clear, pale blue sky. Harsh sunlight creates deep shadows in the folds of her clothing and the creases of the horse's neck. The soundscape consists of the rhythmic, heavy thudding of horse hooves on dry earth, the woman's steady breathing, and the whistling of wind rushing past the camera, cinematic, ultra-detailed, sharp focus, photorealistic, masterpiece, maintains realistic human anatomy and natural joint rotation throughout.

(dynamic cinematic camera movement with cinematic hardcuts for diaoluge changes:2), Scene: A nerdy photo-real realistic human is standing in a cartoon world with a 2d-animated-studio-ghibli-style-woman dressed in a latex bodysuit with black latex gloves. The animae woman makes sexy poses leaning on the wall, making her breasts jiggle slightly. The man says, "Nyeh-heh— Eye kyant buh-leev id! Ah’m ihn Toon-Town! Eye thawt thith playth wath juhsth uh mith! Eye nevuh thawt Eye’d akshully ged hee-uh!" He says excitedly. The cartoon woman walks up close to him and slowly runs her hands ontop of his shirt, up his stomach to his chest and says in a kawaii voice: Well.. now that you're here big boy... want to have some toon town pussy?" He gets super nervous and yelps: "..Ohh! Uh..." while getting super sweaty. She then giggles and says, "That is... if you've got the toon-cash for it... Goofy gets mad when I give it away for free..." He giggles and says: “Nyeh… jutht uh thek. Eye godda cawl my mawm weel kwick... ...fuh munney. heh.." The animated woman rolls her eyes and says: "ugh.. figures...”

blurry, low quality, deformed, ugly, bad anatomy, extra limbs, missing limbs, fused fingers, too many fingers, deformed hands, mutated hands, bad hands, lowres, text, watermark, signature, logo, overexposed, underexposed, washed out, grainy, noisy, motion blur, camera shake, tilted frame, bad composition, bad proportions, asymmetrical face, deformed face, bad eyes, wrong anatomy, extra fingers, fused fingers, mutated fingers, , 3d render, cgi, plastic skin, barbie, doll-like, uncanny valley, inconsistent lighting, harsh shadows, flat lighting, over-saturated, color banding, artifacts, glitch, jpeg artifacts, depth of field error, wrong focus, background too sharp, cluttered background, extra objects, floating objects, bad lip sync, silent, no mouth movement, mismatched dialogue, robotic voice, echo, distorted audio, incorrect clothing, torn clothes, nude, naked, exposed breasts, visible nipples, topless, bottomless, extra breasts, mutated breasts, bad breast physics, penis clipping, intersection artifacts, penetration artifacts, tongue clipping, teeth on penis, closed mouth during oral, no saliva, dry oral, censored, mosaic, barcode, singing, song, sing,

realism A selfie close-up handheld of a man in his late 40s with receding dark hair and a slightly rumpled white shirt is running around a large, round mahogany dinner table. He gestures wildly with his arms as he yells in a frantic voice, "Where is the sauce! I need the sauce! Sauce please!!". The table is set for a formal dinner—silverware glints under the soft overhead light, crystal glasses sparkle, and plates hold partially eaten roast chicken. As he runs, he briefly bumps into a chair, causing a gentle scraping sound against the polished wood floor. Background sounds include the quiet ticking of a grandfather clock in the corner and the faint murmur of conversation from another room. He continues circling the table, peering under each plate with a hopeful expression. ...

realism, dark movie scene, horror movie scene, dynamic camera angles. a young emo woman, about 20, sits around a summoning circle with a few of her close friends, all chanting and summoning, trying to summon a demon. chanting some bull like, enter our realm, or something, come up with something good. then a demon appears in the room from a cloud of smoke, terrifying and creepy, he says: "Who has summoned me!" in a loud booming voice. looks around at the women then focuses on the main one. demon says: "Really?! again.. I thought I told you to stop calling me...I told you its over between us!" He grabs his book from her and he says: "No more! bad human!" bonking her on the nose with the book, then he walks out of the room.

realism A close-up selfie shows a woman in her late 20s, with black hair in a ponty tail. She wears a striped black t-shirt and looks directly at the viewer with slightly tired eyes. Her lips are slightly parted as she says in a casual, slightly exasperated voice, "Bruh I've been doom scrolling for twenty four hours straight!" The background is blurred, showing a glimpse of a messy bedroom with computer screens and cables and blinking led. Subtle ambient sounds of a quiet room—a gentle hum of an cpu cooler, a faint ticking of a clock—are present alongside her voice. ...

realism shaky camera A roman slave plebian in her late 30s with straight blonde hair is walking down a ancient roman gravel road in classical rome, then stumbles slightly and loses her balance. She is wearing an ragged toga covered in stitches and stains. As she falls forward, her arms flail to catch herself, and she emits a short "Oof!" sound. She hits the dirt ground with a soft thud, her knees buckling slightly. Then, she writhes in pain on the ground, clutching her left ankle and grimacing—a subtle expression of discomfort crosses her face. Soft ambient sounds of horse carts and distant chatter fill the air, punctuated by the crunch of gravel as she moves and her painful inhales. She lets out a small groan—a low, pained sound—and shifts her position slightly, and she inhales and exhales again. She moans "ouch" and inhales and exhales again and moans again "oww". ...