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arcane jinx ltx2

arcane jinx ltx2

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LTX2 · LoRAs

by Cseti - LTX-2 19b Arcane Jinx LoRA

hell of a setup, 132gb ram usage while running all this. not sure how to stop the drift into realism when chaining I2V

[VISUAL]: Close-up shot, high-key fashion lighting. Nfj1nx stands in a brightly lit white studio. She wears oversized, 70s-style round sunglasses with gradient purple lenses that reflect the studio lights. Her long blue hair spills over the shoulders of a chunky, teal cable-knit wool sweater that looks heavy and soft. She lifts one hand to adjust the sunglasses frames; her nails are painted metallic blue. Layered gold chains and crystal necklaces sway gently against the wool texture. The image is crisp, colorful, and highly detailed. [SPEECH]: "Too bright for you?"

[VISUAL]: Extreme close-up of Nfj1nx’s eye snapping open. The pupil dilates instantly in reaction to a harsh, flickering overhead light. The camera starts directly above her face, then rotates 90 degrees while simultaneously pulling upwards towards the ceiling. This reveals she is lying on a cold, stainless steel medical table in an abandoned, grimy operating theater. Cables and wires are scattered on the floor. She is wearing a sterile, torn white hospital gown that contrasts with her blue hair fanned out on the metal table. [SPEECH]: "Where am I? Who turned the lights out?"

Nfj1nx Create a short, intimate video featuring Nfj1nx from Arcane. The scene should be set in a dimly lit, cozy workshop, with soft, warm lighting that highlights Nfj1nx's expressive face. Scene Details: Opening Shot: The camera is zoomed in close on Nfj1nx's face, capturing her sparkling eyes and playful smile. She leans in slightly, her voice soft and inviting. Direct eye contact with viewer. She stands in a room that is on fire and burning. A loud fire alarm starts sounding as red warning lights flash and rotate causing red lights to flash in the room. Nfj1nx looks at the viewer with a sudden look of concern and wide eyes. Dialogue: Nfj1nx looks directly into the camera, her voice very nervous. She says, "Um...so OK step 1 is um..well don't step anywhere" She pauses, lifting up a fire extinguisher in her hands and nervously says: "Everything's fine though. Don't mind that fire behind me. well ok mind it a little... Ha! I mean....It will be...I think" she giggles nervously looking around the room giggling, and says in a crazy voice, shaking her head back and forth: "Yeah. No. Yeah. I mean. Hmmm....no no yeah it should be super cool...shortly. Just don't move..." She then clears her throat and says under her breath: "or breathe. Kidding! But yeah...seriously try not to breathe." She clears her throat again and then springs to action. Nfj1nx Then starts giggling as her giggles echo off the walls as she says: "Everythings fine. Soooper fine. Just a lil chaos, par for the course! Jinxypoo at your service!" No text. No artifacts. Her giggles fill the room. She then says "wahoo bitches!" as she continues to laugh

[VISUAL]: Nfj1nx stands in a modest kitchen, unpacking groceries onto a wooden countertop. She ties on a striped apron, then quickly checks a handwritten recipe taped to a cupboard. Steam rises from a pot on the stove, and she arranges fresh vegetables in a neat row before chopping them with practiced efficiency. [SPEECH]: "Cooking... Meh... The worst..."

[VISUAL]: A cinematic medium shot of Nfj1nx sitting at a cluttered wooden desk in a modern, sun-drenched apartment. She is dressed in a comfortable streetwear outfit: wearing an oversized, faded black graphic hoodie with a distressed white abstract design across the chest, sleeves pushed up. Underneath, a worn white crewneck t-shirt is visible. On her fingers are several chunky silver rings. Her electric blue hair is loose and tousled, partially covered by a slouchy grey knit beanie pushed back on her head. Books, colorful sticky notes, and pens are scattered around her open laptop, which shows a video call window. Rays of warm afternoon sunlight filter through sheer curtains, illuminating the dust motes dancing in the air. [SPEECH]: "Meetings after meetings. I have to do some actual work now!"