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Mcfluff The Fluffiest

Mcfluff The Fluffiest

Model: Stable Diffusion XL 1.0 (1024)

Prompt:

God of lightning and thunder and sea, in the style of Jordan Grimmer, deviantart, gouache, hyperr...Show more

Negative prompt:

lowres, error, cropped, worst quality, low quality, jpeg artifacts, out of frame, watermark, sign...Show more
Scale: 4
Steps: 25
Seed: 1492328016
Width: 1024
Height: 1024
Sampler: Euler A

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