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Prompt: In the chilling realm of dark command, Anthropomorphic king in siege, Golden goblets filled with coffee grand, To serve the steampunked league. Through corridors of dread and fear, Where shadows dance with gargoyle's might, In gothic gears and enchantments drear, The king awaits the coming fight. His regal cape of crimson hue, Amidst the storm and lashing rain, Anthropomorphic bats, in crescent swoon, Crossbows poised with deadly aim. Upon the battlements they stand, Dracula’s gaze, a chilling sight, In steampowered grace, a dark demand, His realm aglow with eerie light. Machinery groans with dark intent, Metal entwines with magic's bane, As trebuchets in darkness, bent, Prepare to breach the domain. Through the whirling storm they press, Defenders tense, the siege at hand, In a Gothic tale of dark distress, Where steampunk and dread command. In the clash of bronze and copper gleam, Gothic horrors meet the day, A macabre symphony, a darkened dream, In the realm where shadows play. So unfolds the king's dark verse, Steeped in steampunk's cursed allure, Anthropomorphic sovereign's curse, In a gothic saga, dread and pure.
Nicholas Marazoff

Nicholas Marazoff

Model: Caricature XL

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In the chilling realm of dark command, Anthropomorphic king in siege, Golden goblets filled w...Show more
Width: 1024
Height: 576
Scale: 14
Steps: 100
Seed: 888545609
Sampler: DPM++ 2M SDE Karras

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