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a pic focused on a strange organic abstract fruit sculpture<focus:0.8> thing that in the <medieval biological armour:0.2>with mud and mold<organic:0.3> with white background< focus on subject.1.2>, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

<lora:LoRA - Star Wars Things - (Trigger is StarwarsThings Artstyle) - v1:1>, swthings artstyle

a tall man, a man alone, hopeful man, looking at the horizon, good things, sunrise, cotton clouds, Drifting on a river blue, sail a winged ship, towards the light, realistic photo, hollywoodian movie, water splashing, little waves.

planted with smooth pattern clothing Jasmine and gardenia flower in a scene of where the wild things are gardenia field : portrait photography by tim walker , surreal

creature rising from blood, when things go bump in the night the creatures of blood will rise to give you a fright, blood spatter, mouth closed, fangs showing, blood dripping from mouth, insane details, insane graphics, masterpiece, extreme details, horror theme, flames

a pic focused on a strange organic abstract fruit sculpture<focus:0.8> thing that in the <medieval biological armour:0.2>with mud and mold<organic:0.3> with white background< focus on subject.1.2>, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

Check out this pic of a girl rockin' some vintage vibes, chillin' in a big fish tank surrounded by coral and seaweed. The colors are all buttery and old-school, giving off that antique feel. The girl's got some realistic details going on, with tentacles and suction cups doing their thing. The tank itself has that muted, yellowed look, adding to the whole retro vibe.
She's just kickin' it, looking all peaceful like she's just checking out the scene. The whole vibe is like stepping back in time, like this pic's been hanging around since way back when. It's got that octopus action going on, keeping it real with a vintage style, soft colors, and a focus on the shape and texture. Vintage vibes all the way!

St_Goth_style, a gothic girl hidden in the shadows on a derelict Victorian mansion, crouching within a rotten wardrobe, , creepy atmosphere, dark, horror, horror scene, bright eyes shining in the shadows below bed, chiaroscuro, low-key, horror things lurking in the shadows, (photorealistic:1.4) , 18 years old, tall, cute, beautiful face, short platinum hair, pale, light blue eyes, mouth slightly open, scared, wearing black leather crop top with straps and buckles, strao slip, chains, torn black thigh-highs with garters, braless, hard erect nipples, ultra detailed, reality, 8k, cinematic photo, dim light, textured skin, (professional lighting) , natural medium hanging breasts, (skinny:1.2) body, gorgeous, eye catchlights, skin pores, imperfections, natural, dark mascara, extremely detailed environment, extremely detailed texture, extremely detailed skin.

real pic of an organic abstract thing that in a medieval<zoom:0.8> village with mud and mold, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

random grasslands, dreamlike, infinite, dreamcore, things out of place, illogical, doesn't make sense

the_trump, an abnormal person doing normal things, perfect composition, masterpiece, best quality, [:cinematic lighting:.75] by style-vienna,

real pic of an organic abstract thing that in a medieval<zoom:0.8> village with mud and mold, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

a pic focused on an organic abstract sculpture thing that in the <medieval armour:0.4>with mud and mold with white background, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

the_trump, an abnormal person doing normal things, perfect composition, masterpiece, best quality, [:cinematic lighting:.75] by style-vienna,

a pic focused on an organic abstract sculpture thing that in the <medieval armour:0.4>with mud and mold with white background, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

a pic focused on an organic abstract sculpture thing that in the <medieval armour:0.4>with mud and mold with white background, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

real pic of an organic abstract thing that in a medieval<zoom:0.8> village with mud and mold, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

real pic of an organic abstract thing that in a medieval<zoom:0.8> village with mud and mold, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

the_trump, an abnormal person doing normal things, perfect composition, masterpiece, best quality, [:cinematic lighting:.75] by style-vienna,

a pic focused on an organic abstract sculpture thing that in the <medieval armour:0.4>with mud and mold with white background, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

a pic focused on an organic abstract sculpture thing that in the <medieval armour:0.4>with mud and mold with white background, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

a pic focused on an organic abstract sculpture thing that in the <medieval armour:0.4>with mud and mold with white background, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

An abstract mutated organic proto things analyzed in every detail <medical book style graphic:0.9>, graphic and text date, real photography, pic, biohacker, organic abstract thing bio hack

the_trump with a sweet mullet, an abnormal person doing normal things, perfect composition, masterpiece, best quality, [:cinematic lighting:.75] by style-vienna,

An abstract mutated organic proto things analyzed in every detail <medical book style graphic:0.9>, graphic and text date, real photography, pic, biohacker, organic abstract thing bio hack

real pic of an organic abstract thing that in a medieval armour:2> medieval<zoom:0.8> village with mud and mold, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

thing

thing

random beach, dreamlike, infinite, dreamcore, things out of place, illogical, doesn't make sense

random beach, dreamlike, infinite, dreamcore, things out of place, illogical, doesn't make sense

mix goths, a gothic girl hidden in the shadows on a derelict Victorian mansion, haunted mansion, creepy atmosphere, dark, horror, horror scene, bright eyes shining in the shadows behind her, chiaroscuro, low-key, horror things lurking in the background behind her, (photorealistic:1.4) , 18 years old, tall, cute, beautiful face, short platinum hair, pale, light blue eyes, mouth slightly open, scared, peeking around a doorstep, full body photo, wearing black leather crop top with straps and buckles, chains, black thigh-highs with garters, braless, hard erect nipples, ultra detailed, reality, 8k, cinematic photo, dim light, textured skin, (professional lighting) , natural medium hanging breasts, (skinny:1.2) body, gorgeous, eye catchlights, skin pores, imperfections, natural, dark mascara, extremely detailed environment, extremely detailed texture, extremely detailed skin.

Fuck civitai!! Now it has taken about 100 buzz in exchange for JSON errors, images weren't even generated and no refund given. Since implimenting buzz for generation the ai has declined drastically, the only thing it seems to know how to produce consistently is pron now. We have to try many more times than before to generate anything resembling the prompts. Don't be a sucker, don't pay for a product that's getting worse. They need to show that it works and gets better , then we will pay. Complain. They need to refund this month and then try again with a still functional buzz for generation program.

thing

The Most Obtuse Thing That Could Be Thought Of.

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if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.

(art definition The powers of The THING -The female version of the THING: The Fantastic Four Style:0.9), covered with the same orange space rocks rocks and powers of Ben Grimm (artist design by Marvel Universe:1.1), (kind young lightskin biracial feminine woman as lowly prostitute, character maiden of light, magical prowess, glowing auras, pristine skin, detailed bright pupils, supple body:1.4), (in a garden with her girlfriends:1.5), (change pose each iteration:2)

cinematic atmosphere, romantic movie scene, photograph, arthouse film, Pov from above, Erotica, sensual, intimate, a very thin yet muscular tanned bald German bavarian grandpa bodybuilder strongman, massive neck, thing waist, wearing a tight Speedo, huge broad neck, double chin, broad shoulders, huge veins on tanned muscles, Sixpack, Abs, hairy chest, old tanned bald super muscular athletic granddad,lying in the water at the beach, looking up directly at viewer, shy, adorable, flirty, head in water, sunny day, closeup, dynamic calm shot closeup, ((extremely manly round broad face))

Fuck civitai!! Now it has taken about 100 buzz in exchange for JSON errors, images weren't even generated and no refund given. Since implimenting buzz for generation the ai has declined drastically, the only thing it seems to know how to produce consistently is pron now. We have to try many more times than before to generate anything resembling the prompts. Don't be a sucker, don't pay for a product that's getting worse. They need to show that it works and gets better , then we will pay. Complain. They need to refund this month and then try again with a still functional buzz for generation program.

if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.

An aquarium facing a window on a beautiful night where the Milky Way lights things up.
Wide range of colors., Dramatic,Dynamic,Cinematic,Sharp details
Insane quality. Insane resolution. Insane details. Masterpiece. 32k resolution.
<lora:add-detail-xl:0.95> <lora:dvr-lnds-sdxl:0.3> dvr-lnds-sdxl <lora:MJ52:0.25> <lora:ral-apoctvisn-sdxl:0.3> ral-apoctvisn <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.35> dark, chiaroscuro, low-key <lora:zavy-rmlght-sdxl:0.41> zavy-rmlght <lora:SDXLFaeTastic2400:0.225>

âI have come to think that life is a far more limited thing than those in the midst of its maelstorm realize. That light shines into the act of life for only the briefest moment-perhaps only a matter of seconds. Once it is gone and failed to grasp its offered revelation, there is no second chance. One may have to live the rest of one's life in hopeless depth of loneliness and remorse. In that twilight world, one can no longer look forward to anything. All that such a person holds in his hands is the withered corpse of what should have been.â

if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.

if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.

if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.

if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.

if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.

if people lived forever - if they never got any older - if they could just go on living in this world, never dying, always healthy - do you think they'd bother to think hard about things the way we're doing now? i mean, we thing about just about everything, more or less - philosophy, psychology, logic. religion. literature. i kinda think, if there were no such thing as death, that complicated thoughts and ideas like that would never come into the world...people have to think seriously about what it means for them to be alive here and now because they know they're going to die sometime. right? who would think about what it means to be alive if they were just going to go on living forever? why would they have to bother? or even if they should bother, they'd probably just figure, 'oh, well, i've got plenty of time for that. i'll think about it later.' but we can't wait till later. we've got to think about it right this second...nobody knows whats going to happen. so we need death to make us evolve...death is this huge, bright thing, and the bigger and brighter it is, the more we have to drive ourselves crazy thinking about things.

A life without pain: it was the very thing I had dreamed of for years, but now that I had it, I couldnât find a place for myself within it. A clear gap separated me from it, and this caused me great confusion. I felt as if I were not anchored to this world - this world that I had hated so passionately until then; this world that I had continued to revile for its unfairness and injustice; this world where at least I knew who I was. Now the world ceased to be the world, and I had ceased to be me

A life without pain: it was the very thing I had dreamed of for years, but now that I had it, I couldnât find a place for myself within it. A clear gap separated me from it, and this caused me great confusion. I felt as if I were not anchored to this world - this world that I had hated so passionately until then; this world that I had continued to revile for its unfairness and injustice; this world where at least I knew who I was. Now the world ceased to be the world, and I had ceased to be me

A life without pain: it was the very thing I had dreamed of for years, but now that I had it, I couldnât find a place for myself within it. A clear gap separated me from it, and this caused me great confusion. I felt as if I were not anchored to this world - this world that I had hated so passionately until then; this world that I had continued to revile for its unfairness and injustice; this world where at least I knew who I was. Now the world ceased to be the world, and I had ceased to be me

action shot, style of Edvard Munch, eye catching, great lighting, (cosmic scientific horror art style:1.3), The Thing(1982) movie, At a remote (research station in Antarctica:1.3), scientists discover that an extraterrestrial entity can perfectly imitate any living being, sowing paranoia and chaos as they try to identify who is still human.

random rooms, randomly segmented, dark, shadows, gloom, ominous, photo taken with flash, flooded, bizarre architecture, illogical architecture, unexplained phenomena, things out of place

random rooms, randomly segmented, dark, shadows, gloom, ominous, photo taken with flash, flooded, bizarre architecture, illogical architecture, unexplained phenomena, things out of place

random rooms, randomly segmented, dark, shadows, gloom, ominous, photo taken with flash, flooded, bizarre architecture, illogical architecture, unexplained phenomena, things out of place

random rooms, randomly segmented, dark, shadows, gloom, ominous, photo taken with flash, flooded, bizarre architecture, illogical architecture, unexplained phenomena, things out of place

random rooms, randomly segmented, dark, shadows, gloom, ominous, photo taken with flash, flooded, bizarre architecture, illogical architecture, unexplained phenomena, things out of place

(Running jumping leaping attacking action shot)(Antarctica snow drifts daylight)BREAK(Imposter possessed by shap changer alien)BREAK((daytime USA Antarctica station 1882))BREAK(Shape changing alien creature from the Wes Craven movie 'The Thing')
highest quality), hyperrealistic,((dodge and burn, corner edge darken vignette)((exposure POP!!! hdr extremely intricate, High (Detail:1.1), Sharp focus, dramatic cinematic light, (8k textures, elegant, ((((cinematic look))))breathtaking, insane details)) <lora:back-front_lighting:1.8> <lora:Better_Details:0.4> <lora:epiC35mm:0.4> epiC35mm <lora:HDhelper:0.5> <lora:LCM_1-5:0.6> <lora:up-down_lighting:-1.6> <lora:HDR:0.5>
<lora:bokeh:0.2> <lora:last:0.2> <lora:horror_slider_v7:1.8> <lora:Film-Grain:0.6> <lora:Panning:1>

(Running jumping leaping attacking action shot)(Antarctica snow drifts daylight)BREAK(Imposter possessed by shap changer alien)BREAK((daytime USA Antarctica station 1882))BREAK(Shape changing alien creature from the Wes Craven movie 'The Thing')
highest quality), hyperrealistic,((dodge and burn, corner edge darken vignette)((exposure POP!!! hdr extremely intricate, High (Detail:1.1), Sharp focus, dramatic cinematic light, (8k textures, elegant, ((((cinematic look))))breathtaking, insane details)) <lora:back-front_lighting:1.8> <lora:Better_Details:0.4> <lora:epiC35mm:0.4> epiC35mm <lora:HDhelper:0.5> <lora:LCM_1-5:0.6> <lora:up-down_lighting:-1.6> <lora:HDR:0.5>
<lora:bokeh:0.2> <lora:last:0.2> <lora:horror_slider_v7:1.8> <lora:Film-Grain:0.6> <lora:Panning:1>

(Running jumping leaping attacking action shot)(Antarctica snow drifts daylight)BREAK(Imposter possessed by shap changer alien)BREAK((daytime USA Antarctica station 1882))BREAK(Shape changing alien creature from the Wes Craven movie 'The Thing')
highest quality), hyperrealistic,((dodge and burn, corner edge darken vignette)((exposure POP!!! hdr extremely intricate, High (Detail:1.1), Sharp focus, dramatic cinematic light, (8k textures, elegant, ((((cinematic look))))breathtaking, insane details)) <lora:back-front_lighting:1.8> <lora:Better_Details:0.4> <lora:epiC35mm:0.4> epiC35mm <lora:HDhelper:0.5> <lora:LCM_1-5:0.6> <lora:up-down_lighting:-1.6> <lora:HDR:0.5>
<lora:bokeh:0.2> <lora:last:0.2> <lora:horror_slider_v7:1.8> <lora:Film-Grain:0.6> <lora:Panning:2>

swthings artstyle <lora:LoRA - Star Wars Things - (Trigger is StarwarsThings Artstyle) - v1:1> plushie toy doll, soft, cuddly

<lora:LoRA - Star Wars Things - (Trigger is StarwarsThings Artstyle) - v1:1>, swthings artstyle

swthings artstyle , <lora:LoRA - Star Wars Things - (Trigger is StarwarsThings Artstyle) - v1:1>

swthings artstyle , <lora:LoRA - Star Wars Things - (Trigger is StarwarsThings Artstyle) - v1:1>

swthings artstyle , <lora:LoRA - Star Wars Things - (Trigger is StarwarsThings Artstyle) - v1:1>

A life without pain: it was the very thing I had dreamed of for years, but now that I had it, I couldnât find a place for myself within it. A clear gap separated me from it, and this caused me great confusion. I felt as if I were not anchored to this world - this world that I had hated so passionately until then; this world that I had continued to revile for its unfairness and injustice; this world where at least I knew who I was. Now the world ceased to be the world, and I had ceased to be me

Concept Photo, A picture of That Thing That Scares You, 3D Game Cinematic Feel, Epic 3D Videogame Graphics, Intricately Detailed, 8K Resolution, Dynamic Lighting, Unreal Engine 5, CryEngine, Trending on ArtStation, HDR, 3D Masterpiece, Unity Render, Perfect Composition

(1985, photo), alien thing in a field, natural light, outdoors, detailed, barn, eerie

core_9, score_8_up, score_7_up, score_6_up, solo, solo, 1 man, with beard, in red shirt, winter, axe lying next to, felled trees, forest, shot from behind, ((space)), (night), many shining stars, woodcutter, thinking about important things, beautiful space, muted colors , open space in the sky , 70 Ð¼m, fadet,
contour light ,
realistic render, 4k,
Lumenis, universe

She may be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day

(a jar with an organic virus, laboratory biohazard in the background). As the aids hiv virus mutated with covid, it created a new zombie virus similar to the T-virus. This new virus, called the C-virus, makes people like gore, clowns, colorful things, aliens, feminization and vampire demons, etc. This makes people believe that cosmic horrors are real, however, they are just zombies of consumerism, resident evil in the style of David Cronenberg.
Wide range of colors., Dramatic,Dynamic,Cinematic,Sharp details Insane quality. Insane resolution. Insane details. Masterpiece. 32k resolution.
<lora:add-detail-xl:0.95> <lora:dvr-lnds-sdxl:0.3> dvr-lnds-sdxl <lora:MJ52:0.25> <lora:ral-apoctvisn-sdxl:0.3> ral-apoctvisn <lora:zavy-cntrst-sdxl:0.35> dark, chiaroscuro, low-key <lora:zavy-rmlght-sdxl:0.41> zavy-rmlght <lora:SDXLFaeTastic2400:0.225>

Visualize an ancient pocket watch floating in an endless expanse of swirling mist. The watch's face is partially transparent, revealing intricate gears made of delicate crystal, slowly turning in a rhythm that syncs with the heartbeat of the universe. Each tick releases a ripple in the mist, creating patterns that resemble constellations and galaxies, flickering with soft, ethereal light. The watch's hands, instead of numbers, point to abstract symbols that change fluidly, representing concepts like memory, dreams, and forgotten time. Surrounding the watch, faint echoes of past moments and future possibilities shimmer briefly before dissolving into the mist. The entire scene is a blend of the mechanical and the mystical, evoking a sense of timelessness and the interconnectedness of all things.

She may be the face I can't forget A trace of pleasure or regret May be my treasure or the price I have to pay She may be the song that summer sings May be the chill that autumn brings May be a hundred different things Within the measure of a day

Here's a detailed image prompt for "A Nightmare About Being Trapped": **Title:** "Caged In" **Scene:** A dark, eerie forest at night. The trees are twisted and gnarled, with thick vines and thorny branches that seem to reach out like skeletal fingers. **Protagonist:** A young adult (18-25 years old), dressed in casual clothing (e.g., jeans, t-shirt, sneakers). They're standing in the center of a clearing, surrounded by the forest's darkness. Their face is contorted with fear and panic. **The Trap:** The protagonist is trapped in a massive, ancient tree stump that has been transformed into a giant cage. The bars are thick, rusty iron, and they seem to be made from the very trees themselves. The cage is covered in vines and moss, making it almost invisible at first glance. **Nightmarish Elements:** 1. **Spiders:** Thousands of tiny, glowing spiders (bioluminescent) are crawling all over the tree stump, their eyes fixed on the protagonist with an unblinking stare. 2. **Thorns:** The cage is covered in thick, barbed thorns that seem to be reaching out to grab the protagonist's skin. They're a deep, blood-like red color and appear to be pulsing with a malevolent energy. 3. **Shadows:** Dark, twisted shadows writhe across the ground, as if the very forest itself is alive and trying to consume the protagonist. 4. **The Prison:** The tree stump has become a prison cell, with thick, gnarled bars that seem to be slowly closing in on the protagonist like a vise. The walls are cracked and crumbling, as if they're being eaten away by some unseen force. 5. **The Protagonist's Desperation:** The protagonist is shown trapped within the cage, their face contorted with fear and desperation as they try to escape from the crushing nightmare. Image Prompt: Imagine a dark, eerie forest at night, with tall trees looming above like skeletal fingers. In the center of this foreboding landscape stands an ancient tree stump, its bark twisted and gnarled like the roots of some malevolent force. The stump has become a prison cell, with thick bars that seem to be slowly closing in on our protagonist. The protagonist, a figure shrouded in shadows, is trapped within the cage. Their face contorted with fear and desperation, their eyes wide with terror as they realize they're stuck, unable to escape the crushing nightmare. The air around them is thick with mist, like the breath of some ancient beast that's watching from the darkness. In the foreground, the ground is overgrown with thorny vines and dead leaves, like a grave yard for forgotten dreams. In the distance, the trees seem to be closing in, their branches reaching out like grasping fingers, as if trying to snatch our protagonist back into the nightmare. The sky above is a deep, foreboding crimson, like the glow of embers from a dying fire. The moon, if it exists at all, is hidden behind a veil of dark clouds, leaving only an eerie, flickering light to cast long shadows across the ground. In the center of the image, our protagonist stands frozen in terror, their face contorted into a mask of despair as they gaze out at the oppressive landscape. Their arms are raised above their head, as if trying to reach for something just out of grasp, while their legs are splayed wide, as if rooted to the spot. The ground beneath them is dry, cracked earth, like the surface of a long-abandoned well. The air around them seems to vibrate with an otherworldly energy, as if the very fabric of reality is distorted and warped by the nightmare's dark power. In the background, twisted, gnarled trees loom like skeletal fingers, their branches grasping for the trapped individual like bony claws. The sky above is a sickly shade of yellow-green, with clouds that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. Lightning cracks across the sky, casting an eerie glow over the entire scene. In the foreground, the ground seems to be pulling inward, as if it's trying to suck the trapped individual down into some dark, abyssal void. The air is thick with a noxious, choking fog that makes it hard to breathe, and the sound of distant screams and wails echoes through the mist like a chorus of tormented souls. The trapped individual is shown in mid-desperation, their arms flailing wildly as they try to escape the crushing weight of the collapsing ground. Their face contorts in a mixture of fear, panic, and despair as they realize that there's no way out - they're trapped forever in this waking nightmare. In the background, twisted, gnarled trees loom like skeletal fingers, their branches grasping for victims to ensnare them in a never-ending cycle of terror. The sky above is a sickly shade of green, with clouds that appear to be made of writhing, pulsing tendrils that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. In the foreground, the ground itself appears to be shifting and buckling underfoot, like a living thing trying to crush the protagonist. The air is thick with an otherworldly fog that obscures all sense of direction or escape, making it impossible for the dreamer to find their way out of this waking horror. Additional details: * The nightmare takes place in a desolate, post-apocalyptic landscape where crumbling buildings and twisted metal scraps dot the horizon like skeletal remains. * The protagonist finds themselves trapped in a labyrinthine maze of twisted steel beams and shattered concrete, with no visible exits or escape routes. * As they struggle to free themselves, the walls begin to close in on them, the cold darkness pressing down like an invisible force. * Flickering fluorescent lights cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem as though the nightmare itself is watching their every move. * Every attempt to find a way out only leads to more confusion and disorientation - corridors loop back on themselves, doors lead to dead ends, and stairwells seem to vanish into thin air. * The atmosphere is heavy with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to unravel. * In the distance, a faint glow hints at some unknown source of light - but it's always just out of reach. Image Prompt: Imagine yourself trapped in a never-ending labyrinth of dark corridors, crumbling walls, and twisted stairwells. The air is thick with the stench of decay and neglect, as if the very fabric of reality has begun to unravel. You're surrounded by flickering fluorescent lights that cast eerie shadows on the walls, making it seem like the walls themselves are twisting and writhing in agony. Every step you take leads only to more twists and turns, with no escape in sight. In the distance, a faint glow hints at some unknown source of light - but it's always just out of reach. You can almost taste the sweet promise of freedom, only to have it snatched away as you're forced to turn back into the darkness. As you stumble through the maze, the walls begin to close in around you like a vise. The air grows thick with an oppressive heaviness, making every breath feel like a struggle. Shadows writhe across the ground like living things, taunting you with their elusiveness. In this hellish labyrinth, every door you open leads only to more doors, each one slamming shut behind you like the sound of a trap snapping shut. The farther you go, the more lost you become in a sea of identical corridors and dead-end alleys. Your own reflections stare back at you from the darkness, their eyes glowing with an otherworldly light that seems to pulse in sync with your racing heartbeat. Every step you take feels like a desperate bid for freedom, only to be met with another dead end or a door that refuses to budge. The walls seem to press in on you, their cold, damp stone exuding a malevolent energy that seeps into your very bones. You can't shake the feeling that you're being slowly squeezed to death, trapped in this endless labyrinth of shadows and terrors. In the distance, you see flashes of darkness coalescing into grotesque forms: grasping hands, snapping jaws, and unblinking eyes. The air is heavy with the stench of rot and decay, and every breath you take feels like a desperate attempt to fill your lungs with something other than the stench of your own despair. As you twist and turn through the darkness, the walls seem to shift and writhe around you, like some malevolent entity trying to confine you. You can't shake the feeling that you're being herded towards some terrible fate, like a rat in a maze, with no escape from the abyss of terror that awaits. The image should evoke a sense of claustrophobic dread, as if you're trapped in a never-ending nightmare from which there's no awakening. The darkness itself seems to have taken on a life of its own, twisting and contorting around you like some living, sentient thing. Some possible visual elements to include: * A narrow, winding corridor or tunnel that stretches out before you, with no visible exit * Walls made of dark, damp stone or rusty metal bars that seem to close in on you as you move forward * Flickering torches or distant lights that cast eerie shadows and make the darkness seem even more oppressive * A sense of perpetual motion, as if you're trapped in a never-ending cycle of walking, running, or crawling through the dark passage * A feeling of claustrophobia or ent

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Here's a detailed image prompt for "a horrifying nightmare": **Title:** "The Unending Descent into Madness" **Setting:** A dark, twisted forest with gnarled trees that seem to writhe and twist like living serpents. The air is thick with the stench of decay and death. **Main Character:** A lone figure (perhaps a young adult or older) who appears to be in their late teens or early twenties. They are dressed in tattered, worn-out clothing that seems to have been ripped apart by some unseen force. Their face is contorted in a mixture of fear, despair, and desperation. **The Nightmare:** * The character's eyes are wide open, staring at something just out of frame (perhaps a monstrous creature lurking in the shadows). * They are running or trying to run, but their legs seem stuck in place, as if they're trapped in quicksand. * Their arms are flailing wildly, as if trying to ward off an unseen attacker. * A dark, misty fog is swirling around them, obscuring any details beyond a few feet. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot. * In the distance (perhaps just out of frame), a hulking figure looms, its features indistinct due to the mist. This could be a grotesque creature, a demon, or some other monstrous entity. * Strange, glowing symbols etch themselves across the character's skin, pulsing with an otherworldly energy. These may be words, runes, or hieroglyphs that seem to shift and writhe like living things. * The ground beneath the character is spongy, uneven, and seems to writhe and twist in ways that defy gravity. This could be a twisted, nightmarish version of a familiar landscape (e.g., a haunted forest, a ravaged cityscape, or some other unsettling environment). * Aspects of the dreamer's own psyche seem to seep into the nightmare world: fragments of their memories, thoughts, and emotions are manifesting as twisted, grotesque creatures that lurk in the shadows, watching with cold, calculating eyes. * The air is thick with an eerie, pulsating mist that seems to carry the stench of decay and rot. This noxious fog obscures the details of the nightmare world, making it impossible for the dreamer (or any observer) to fully comprehend what's happening. Here are some specific visual elements you could include in your artwork: * A dark, twisted forest with gnarled branches that seem to reach out like skeletal fingers * A figure in the distance, perhaps a distorted version of yourself or someone you love, being chased by a horde of grotesque creatures (e.g. giant spiders, razor-toothed bats, etc.) * The ground is cracked and barren, with strange symbols etched into the stone that seem to pulse with a malevolent energy * In the sky above, there's a sickly yellow haze that casts an eerie glow over everything, making it hard to distinguish what's real and what's just a product of your fevered imagination * The air is thick with the stench of rotting flesh and decay, and you can hear distant screams or moans that seem to be coming from all directions * A figure looms in the background - perhaps a giant, twisted version of someone you know, or something entirely monstrous. Its eyes glow with an otherworldly light, as if it's watching you with cold calculation. * The ground beneath your feet is slick and treacherous, like ice, but covered in a fine layer of dust that makes every step feel like a betrayal. You can't shake the feeling that at any moment, the earth will give way beneath you, sending you tumbling into some abyssal void. **Image prompt:** Imagine yourself standing at the edge of a dark, mist-shrouded forest, the trees looming above you like skeletal fingers. The air is heavy with the scent of decay and rot. In front of you, a twisted, gnarled path stretches out like a serpent, its surface cracked and fissured like the earth's own skin. As you gaze down this eerie thoroughfare, you notice that it seems to be... shifting. The cracks are spreading, the very ground beneath your feet appearing to writhe and contort like a living thing in agony. You can feel the darkness emanating from the path, a palpable malevolence that makes your skin crawl. Above, the sky is a sickly shade of green, like bile or pus, and it seems to be... dripping. Yes, droplets of some viscous substance are falling from the heavens like a ghastly rain, each one landing with a wet, squelching sound on the forest floor. The air is thick with the stench of rot and corruption. As you gaze upon this horrific scene, you notice that the trees themselves seem to be... twisted. Their branches are long and sinuous, like grasping fingers, and their leaves are a deep, bloodless crimson. The trunks of the trees appear to be... melting, like wax in a furnace, revealing dark, glistening cavities within. In the distance, you see a figure emerging from the darkness. It's tall and gaunt, with eyes that glow like embers from a dying fire. Its skin is deathly pale, with veins that seem to pulse with a malevolent life of their own. The figure moves with an unnatural gait, as if it's being pulled through the shadows by some unseen force. As you watch in frozen terror, the figure begins to... change. Its features stretch and contort, like rubber being pulled taut. Its eyes grow larger, its skin turns a sickly shade of green, and its mouth opens into a maw of razor-sharp teeth. The air around it seems to distort and ripple, as if reality itself is being warped by the creature's presence. In the background, the dreamer's bedroom appears to be... melting away. The walls seem to dissolve like wax in a furnace, revealing twisted metal beams and exposed wiring that writhe like living serpents. The bed sheets are stained with dark crimson blotches, as if the dreamer has been bleeding out their very soul. The nightmare creature, now fully formed, towers over the bed, its eyes glowing like hot coals as it reaches out with long, bony fingers to claim the dreamer's screaming form. The air is thick with the stench of rot and decay, and the sound of screams and shattering glass fills the air. In the distance, the walls of the bedroom seem to stretch on forever, a never-ending maze of twisted metal and dripping wet stone that appears to be... swallowing the entire scene whole. The darkness seems to pulse with a malevolent life of its own, as if it's feeding off the fear and terror emanating from the nightmare creature. The atmosphere is heavy with an sense of dread and hopelessness, as if the very fabric of reality is tearing apart at the seams. The dreamer's screams are drowned out by the cacophony of sounds: shattering glass, crunching bone, and the distant howling of... something else, lurking just beyond the edge of perception. **Visual Elements:** 1. **The Nightmare Creature:** A twisted, elongated figure with multiple limbs, each one ending in a grasping, claw-like hand. Its body is a mass of writhing, pulsing tendrils that seem to shift and writhe like living serpents. The creature's face is a grotesque parody of human features: sunken eyes, a twisted mouth, and skin that appears to be stretched taut over its skull. 2. **Darkness and Shadows:** The nightmare takes place in a dark, foreboding environment with long shadows cast by the flickering light of candles or lanterns. The air is thick with an unseen, palpable malevolence that seems to seep from every crevice and corner. 3. **The Nightmare's Setting:** A decrepit, abandoned asylum or hospital, with peeling paint, rusty medical equipment, and a general sense of decay and neglect. Walls are cracked, floors creak beneath your feet, and the overall atmosphere is one of dread and unease. 4. **The Nightmare's Imagery:** Imagine yourself standing in the center of this forsaken place, surrounded by an eerie silence. The walls seem to be closing in on you, as if the very fabric of reality is unraveling. Every creak of the floorboards sounds like a scream, every flicker of the candles' flames like a mocking laugh. In the distance, the figure of a woman (or man, or child - it's up to your imagination) begins to take shape. Her face is deathly pale, her eyes black as coal, and her skin gray as the stone walls that surround you. Her mouth is twisted into a grotesque grin, revealing jagged teeth stained with rust. Her arms are outstretched, like skeletal fingers reaching for you. The air around her seems to distort, as if reality itself is warping and bending to accommodate her monstrous presence. Her eyes glow with an otherworldly light, illuminating the dark surroundings in a sickly yellow hue that makes your skin crawl. In the background, dark clouds churn with an eerie, pulsing light, like a living thing devouring the stars above. The air is thick with the stench of decay and rot, making your stomach turn. Every so often, a faint whisper echoes through the darkness: "You'll never wake up..." or "I've been waiting for you..." The nightmare's protagonist (you) lies in a tangled mess of twisted sheets

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Some things are too terrible to grasp at once. Other things - naked, sputtering, indelible in their horror - are too terrible to really grasp ever at all. It is only later, in solitude, in memory that the realization dawns: when the ashes are cold; when the mourners have departed; when one looks around and finds oneself - quite to one's surprise - in an entirely different world. (color)

Bones, sinking like stones
All that we fought for
Homes, places we've grown
All of us are done for
And we live in a beautiful world
Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
We live in a beautiful world
Bones, sinking like stones
All that we fought for
And homes, places we've grown
All of us are done for (done for)
And we live in a beautiful world
Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
We live in a beautiful world
And we live in a beautiful world
Yeah, we do, yeah, we do
We live in a beautiful world
Oh, all that I know
There's nothing here to run from
'Cause yeah, everybody here's
Got somebody to lean on
So I look in your direction
But you pay me no attention, do you?
I know you don't listen to me
'Cause you say you see straight through me
Don't you?
But on and on
From the moment I wake
To the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side
Just you try and stop me
I'll be waiting in line
Just to see if you care
Oh, did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good
And I want you to know that you'll always get your way
And I wanted to say
Don't you shiver
Don't you shiver
I'll sing it loud and clear
And I'll always be waiting for you
So you know how much I need you
But you never even see me do you?
And is this my final chance of getting you?
But on and on
From the moment I wake
To the moment I sleep
I'll be there by your side
Just you try and stop me
I'll be waiting in line
Just to see if you care, if you care
Did you want me to change?
Well I'd change for good
And I want you to know that you'll always get your way
And I wanted to say
Don't you shiver
Don't you shiver
I'll sing it loud and clear
I'll always be waiting for you
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
Yeah I'll always be waiting for you
For you, I will always be waiting
And it's you I see
But you don't see me
And it's you, I hear
So loud and so clear
I sing it loud and clear
And I'll always be waiting for you
So I look in your direction
But you pay me no attention
And you know how much I need you
But you never even see me
I awake to find no peace of mind
I said, "How do you live as a fugitive down here"
"Where I cannot see so clear?"
I said, "What do I know?"
"Show me the right way to go"
And the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so bad 'cause you know
That the spies hide out in every corner
But you can't touch them, no
'Cause they're all spies
They're all spies
I awake to see that no one is free
We're all fugitives, look at the way we live down here
I cannot sleep from fear, no
I said, "Which way do I turn?"
Oh, I forget everything I learn
And the spies came out of the water
And you're feeling so bad 'cause you know
That the spies hide out in every corner
But you can't touch them, no
'Cause they're all spies
They're all spies
And if we don't hide here
They're gonna find us
And if we don't hide now
They're gonna catch us where we sleep
Ah, and if we don't hide here
They're gonna find us
And the spies came out of the water
But you're feeling so good 'cause you know
That those spies hide out in every corner
They can't touch you, no
'Cause they're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
They're just spies
Did I drive you away?
I know what you'll say
You say, "Oh, sing one we know"
But I promise you this
I'll always look out for you
Yeah, that's what I'll do
I say, "Ohh"
I say, "Ohh"
My heart is yours
It's you that I hold on to
Yeah, that's what I do
And I know, I was wrong
But I won't let you down
Oh, yeah, yeah, yeah, I will, yes, I will
I said, "Ohh"
I cry, "Ohh"
Yeah, I saw sparks
Yeah, I saw sparks
And I saw sparks
Yeah, I saw sparks
Sing it out
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And everything you do
Yeah, they were all yellow
I came along
I wrote a song for you
And all the things you do
And it was called Yellow
So then I took my turn
Oh, what a thing to have done
And it was all yellow
Your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know, you know I love you so
You know I love you so
I swam across
I jumped across for you
Oh, what a thing to do
'Cause you were all yellow
I drew a line
I drew a line for you
Oh, what a thing to do
And it was all yellow
And your skin, oh yeah, your skin and bones
Turn into something beautiful
And you know, for you, I'd bleed myself dry
For you, I'd bleed myself dry
It's true
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine for you
Look how they shine
Look at the stars
Look how they shine for you
And all the things that you do
Oh no, I see
A spider web is tangled up with me
And I lost my head
And thought of all the stupid things I'd said
Oh no, what's this?
A spider web and I'm caught in the middle
So I turned to run
The thought of all the stupid things I've done
And I, I never meant to cause you trouble
And I, I never meant to do you wrong
And I, well if I ever caused you trouble
Oh no, I never meant to do you harm
Oh no, I see
A spider web and it's me in the middle
So I twist and turn
Here am I in my little bubble
Singing out, I never meant to cause you trouble
And I, I never meant to do you wrong
And I, well, if I ever caused you trouble
Oh, no, I never meant to do you harm
They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me
They spun a web for me
In a haze, a stormy haze
I'll be 'round, I'll be loving you always, always
Here I am, and I'll take my time
Here I am, and I'll wait in the line always, always
Can anybody fly this thing
Before my head explodes or my head starts to ring?
We've been living life inside a bubble
We've been living life inside a bubble
Confidence in you
Is confidence in me?
Is confidence in a higher speed?
Can anybody stop this thing
Before my head explodes, before my head starts to ring?
We've been living life inside a bubble
We've been living life inside a bubble
Confidence in you
Is confidence in me?
Is confidence in a higher speed?
In high speed
High speed
High speed, you on
High speed, you on
High speed, you on
High speed
I want to live life and never be cruel
And I want to live life and be good to you
And I want to fly and never come down
And live my life and have friends around
We never change, do we?
No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I want to live in a wooden house
I want to live life and always be true
And I want to live life and be good to you
And I want to fly and never come down
And live my life and have friends around
We never change, do we?
No, no
We never learn, do we?
So I want to live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy
Oh, and I don't have a soul to save
Yes, and I sin every single day
We never change, do we?
We never learn, do we?
So I want to live in a wooden house
Where making more friends would be easy
I want to live where the sun comes out
When I counted up my demons
Saw there was one for every day
With the good ones on my shoulders
I drove the other ones away
So if you ever feel neglected
And if you think that all is lost
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah
Hoping everything's not lost
When you thought that it was over
You could feel it all around
And everybody's out to get you
Don't you let it drag you down
'Cause if you ever feel neglected
And if you think that all is lost
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah
Hoping everything's not lost
If you ever feel neglected
If you think that all is lost
I'll be counting up my demons, yeah
Hoping everything's not lost
Singing out oh, oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Everything's not lost
So come on, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Come on, yeah
And everything's not lost
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
And everything's not lost
Come on, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Come on, yeah
Come on, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Come on, yeah
And everything's not lost
Sing out, yeah
Oh, oh, yeah
Come on, yeah
And everything's not lost
Come on, yeah
Oh, oh yeah
Sing out, yeah
And everything's not lost
Now I never meant to do you wrong
That's what I came here to say
But if I was wrong, then I'm sorry
I don't let it stand in our way
'Cause my head just aches when I think of
The things that I shouldn't have done
But life is for living, we all know
And I don't want to live it alone
Sing out, ah ah
Sing ah ah ah
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(dark (dirty old messy room:1.2), (scattered things books papers, shelves, dirty dishes and mugs, turned off television:1.15), (kerosene lamp:1.25), (Christmas tree:1.25), (old photos on the shelf:1.3), (whiskey bottles:1.2), grey (torn stripped wallpaper:1.1), (dark night:1.25), (night window:1.15), (torn curtains:0.7), light particles, dust, creepy deep shadows:1.1), (depressive hopeless eerie atmosphere:1.2), (slums, ghetto:1.1), BREAK,
(photorealistic:1.3), (rough details, (male focus:1.1):1.2), (desaturated, cold lighting:1.3), (vintage, retro, old photo, vignetting, sepia:1.3), (hyperdetailed, absurdres:1.2), (Clutter-Home:0.9), BREAK,
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a pic focused on a strange organic abstract fruit sculpture<focus:0.8> thing that in the <medieval biological armour:0.2>with mud and mold<organic:0.3> with white background< focus on subject.1.2>, realistic, real, hyper realism, hd, gore, horror, dark, fantasy, splatter, detail

Top down view full body Beautiful slim goth cheerleader wearing not a thing under short skirt hand on her inner thigh legs spread open bush arched back in locker room Professional photography, bokeh, natural lighting, canon lens, shot on dslr 64 megapixels sharp focus

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RealVisXL V5.0

V5.0 Lightning (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v50LightningBakedvae.safetensors
V5.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v50Bakedvae.safetensors
V4.0 Lightning (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v40LightningBakedvae.safetensors
V4.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v40Bakedvae.safetensors
V3.0 Turbo (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v30TurboBakedvae.safetensors
V3.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v30Bakedvae.safetensors
V3.0-inpaint (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v30InpaintBakedvae.safetensors
V2.02 Turbo (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v202TurboBakedvae.safetensors
V2.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v20Bakedvae.safetensors
V1.02 Turbo (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v102TurboBakedvae.safetensors
V1.0 (BakedVAE) - realvisxlV50_v10Bakedvae.safetensors

Realistic Vision V6.0 B1

V5.1 Hyper (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v51HyperVAE.safetensors
V5.1 Hyper-Inpaint (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v51HyperInpaintVAE.safetensors
V5.1 (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v51VAE.ckpt
V5.1-inpainting (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v51VAE-inpainting.safetensors
V6.0 B1 (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v60B1VAE.safetensors
V6.0 B1 inpainting (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v60B1InpaintingVAE.safetensors
V5.0 (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v50VAE.ckpt
V5.0-inpainting (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v50VAE-inpainting.ckpt
V4.0 (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v40VAE.safetensors
V4.0-inpainting (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v40VAE-inpainting.safetensors
V3.0 (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v30VAE.safetensors
V3.0-inpainting (VAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v30VAE-inpainting.ckpt
V3.0 (noVAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v30Novae.safetensors
V3.0-inpainting (noVAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v30Novae-inpainting.ckpt
V2.0 (noVAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v20Novae.ckpt
V2.0-inpainting (noVAE) - realisticVisionV60B1_v20Novae-inpainting.ckpt
V1.3 - realisticVisionV60B1_v13.safetensors
V1.3-inpainting - realisticVisionV60B1_v13-inpainting.ckpt
V1.2 - realisticVisionV60B1_v12.ckpt