#veo3

Guys, can we please have a talk about security protocol at Delta Labs? So as I'm sure you know, because he won't stop complaining about it, Tyler from accounting had to move back in with his parents after his rental changed owners, and his younger brother Noah has grown up a lot since he started going to West Growtherton Community College and isn't quite the target for bullying that Tyler fondly remembers. I guess he decided to try and relive the glory days with a growth ray from R&D. And of course, he didn't follow the first rule of ray gun safety: watch out for mirrors. But no, we're not firing Tyler, we're just going to order some bigger uniforms for him.

The Nano Banana generator comes remarkably close to what I really look like! I used to use Phoenix 1.0 with a image and it was sort of OK- Sometimes... For many months now I've been using Flux Dev and Flux Dev 2.0 Pro and I really like them. But no image is allowed with those in Leonardo AI. The last month I've been starting to use Nano Banana(s) and Veo 3.1. This looks just like me with makeup on! Yes! I'm 6'5" with heels on!

Classic photosessions & cosplays come to life

Sunset Fear The school day had ended hours ago, and the path home was bathed in the orange glow of a setting sun. Akari clutched her bag, trying to ignore the uneasy feeling that had been following her since she left the school gates. It started as a whisper, a shift in the air just behind her. She'd glanced back once, seeing nothing but the empty, tree-lined street. But the feeling intensified. Then she heard it—a distinct, measured footstep on the gravel, perfectly timed to match her own, only heavier. She stopped. The sound stopped. Her heart hammered against her ribs. She started walking again, faster. The other footsteps resumed, closer this time. She didn't dare look back again. She just ran. Fear lent her a speed she didn't know she possessed. She sprinted, her mind screaming, her eyes wide with terror. She could feel it, a cold presence just over her shoulder, a shadow stretching in the twilight, gaining on her. The quiet suburban street had become a nightmare, and she was running for her life, fleeing an unseen pursuer she knew, with sickening certainty, was right behind her.