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Iris Lux (polyvalent prototype/realistic/sfw/art/nsfw/porn/no refiner needed)

Her face seemed to belong to another era, yet it was undeniably present, vividly real amid the surreal backdrop of the music festival. Her cheekbones were naturally prominent but softened by the youthful fullness of her skin. Her nose was straight and narrow, a subtle but defining feature that grounded her ethereal presence. Her lips were a soft pink, natural and unadorned, yet utterly captivating. But it was her eyes, silver and clear, that rendered me speechless. They were not the warm browns or cool blues that often define the archetypal European visage. Instead, they were a striking, almost otherworldly silver, like the color of a clear winter sky just before the snow begins to fall. When she locked eyes with me, the sensory overload of the festival—the booming bass, the swirling lights, the sea of dancing bodies—faded into obscurity. Her gaze felt like a direct connection to my very soul, a pathway that bypassed all worldly concerns and touched something eternal within me. Her eyes didn't just look; they delved and searched. I felt exposed yet comforted, as if she saw not just who I was, but who I had the potential to be. The weight of her gaze was both a question and an answer, a mystery and a revelation. In that ephemeral moment, as we stood amidst the revelry and chaos, her eyes offered a sanctuary of clarity and understanding. Her European features, devoid of any artistic metaphor, were compelling in their own right, but it was her gaze that transformed the encounter into something transcendent. It was as if the goddess Iris had taken form, not as an idealized concept, but as a living, breathing embodiment of the divine, deeply rooted in her European ancestry yet universal in her spiritual significance.
the fire of souls rage in the dark crisp ambers mourning the tarnished sky flourishing with the hopes of dead dream, an eye staring with iridescent flames be sure through the ethereal onirical nightmare of beauty that is this abstract thought, the will is there
the iridescent universe seen through a drop of rain distorting the explosion of reality in shattered fractals
the divine colorful eye of an iridescent marble stone statue, splattered with iridescent colors and specks of gold, color contrast
a wave shaped like a xenomorph flowing like nightmare smoke in a special context where everything is imaginary
Dive into a realm where the boundaries between dreams and nightmares shatter, giving birth to a vivid tapestry of surreal wonders. Unleash your AI's creative prowess to conjure images that straddle the thin line between awe-inspiring beauty and spine-chilling shock. Picture celestial beings dancing in cosmic nightmares, or crystalline structures emerging from the ashes of surreal landscapes. Let your imagination run wild, creating visuals that echo the transient beauty found in the midst of the extraordinary. Share the most breathtaking and disconcerting moments your AI can envision, where the surreal and the unsettling collide in an ephemeral dance. Brace yourselves for a journey into the unknown, where each image tells a story that lingers long after the initial shock has subsided.
close view on a rainbow ethereal toad
On a desolate moonscape beneath two dead suns, swathes of organic materials heave and retract, as if breathing the thin atmosphere. Giant fungi and fleshy towers coated with eyes undulate in the dim reddish twilight. A sect of cultists dressed in filthy robes and bone masks worship at a monolith crowned with writhing tendrils. British surrealist Chris Baker depicts the ghastly scene with lush detail, drawing visual inspiration from the biological horrors of H.R. Giger as well as the alien vistas imagined by Lovecraft. Within the panoramic frame, one acolyte collapses, overwhelmed by the maddening revelations imparted by the unfathomable carvings. As fragmented thoughts invade their mind, their mask slips off to reveal a face twisted in agony. Through the colossal biomechanical forms and twisting perspectives that emphasize mankind's insignificance, Baker's grotesque vision evokes raw existential terror at humanity's position in a cosmos ruled by irreducible laws and beings beyond comprehension. The surreal style blends science, spirituality and unknowable terrors in a tableau to unsettle the imagination.
forest, storm, rain, rainy, (raindrops:1.1), water, (puddle:1.1), (reflection:1.1), (colorful glowing lights:1.1), colorful, nature, glow, night, dark, shadowy, magic
picture taken in a basement of a dirty bedroom with a dirty bed and an old computer, vhs, classic footage, moire effect, disposable camera photo
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Her face seemed to belong to another era, yet it was undeniably present, vividly real amid the surreal backdrop of the music festival. Her cheekbones were naturally prominent but softened by the youthful fullness of her skin. Her nose was straight and narrow, a subtle but defining feature that grounded her ethereal presence. Her lips were a soft pink, natural and unadorned, yet utterly captivating. But it was her eyes, silver and clear, that rendered me speechless. They were not the warm browns or cool blues that often define the archetypal European visage. Instead, they were a striking, almost otherworldly silver, like the color of a clear winter sky just before the snow begins to fall. When she locked eyes with me, the sensory overload of the festival—the booming bass, the swirling lights, the sea of dancing bodies—faded into obscurity. Her gaze felt like a direct connection to my very soul, a pathway that bypassed all worldly concerns and touched something eternal within me. Her eyes didn't just look; they delved and searched. I felt exposed yet comforted, as if she saw not just who I was, but who I had the potential to be. The weight of her gaze was both a question and an answer, a mystery and a revelation. In that ephemeral moment, as we stood amidst the revelry and chaos, her eyes offered a sanctuary of clarity and understanding. Her European features, devoid of any artistic metaphor, were compelling in their own right, but it was her gaze that transformed the encounter into something transcendent. It was as if the goddess Iris had taken form, not as an idealized concept, but as a living, breathing embodiment of the divine, deeply rooted in her European ancestry yet universal in her spiritual significance.
the fire of souls rage in the dark crisp ambers mourning the tarnished sky flourishing with the hopes of dead dream, an eye staring with iridescent flames be sure through the ethereal onirical nightmare of beauty that is this abstract thought, the will is there
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This model can do anything ranging from any art style/photorealism/nsfw/porn/moderate text with ease without having any bias. It is the result of months of experiments.

You don't need any lora for porn or whatever.

The provided examples are "what you see is what you get" 24-30 steps with dpmpp3m sde/unipc.

Patreon link: extraltodeus. I don't lock anything behind it so do subscribe to keep it that way!

WHY A PROTOTYPE?

My goal is to create a balanced and poly-capable model.

Let's say you have the salaries of 30 people.

But among them there are 4-5 that makes from 50k to 2M per month: The average value is not going to be representative of most of the people within your group.

How can you determin then what does the majority makes?

Well lets say that for each salary you take the "distance" to each other point (so subtract and just keep it as a positive number). You keep the average.

Now for each point you have their average distance from each other.

Subtract to each of these the smallest of them. Now for sure the smallest distance is 0.

Divide them all by the biggest value. Now for sure the biggest is 1 and all the proportions are the same. 1 being the furthest to the others, 0 the closest.

Now for each do 1 minus the value. Uno reverse: 0 becomes the furthest, 1 the closest to the others.

What if you multiply them by themselves now? For example 0.5 squared is 0.25.

Power 4? 0.5 becomes 0.0625. Neat!

Now divide them all by their sum. For sure your sum is now 1.

Use each of these final scores and multiply the original values. Sum them: You obtain the consensus that has eliminated what was the furthest from the others.

Now imagine that a models layer is a simple grid of numbers, take the same layer for 30 models for example. Do the same computation for each individual value. That's how this model can write better and overall can be coherent througout any subject.

I don't clame Iris Lux to be perfect at all but that is as close as I could get.

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a black and white painting of a little girl red dress, side view, giving a red balloon to an adult army soldier holding a rifle, with red paint splatters, , with a black and white background, Carne Griffiths, incredible art, graffiti art, modern european ink painting
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a black and white painting of a little girl red dress, side view, giving a red balloon to an adult army soldier holding a rifle, with red paint splatters, , with a black and white background, Carne Griffiths, incredible art, graffiti art, modern european ink painting
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hypnotic and perfect 22yo girl, facing the camera with a calm yet hypnotic gaze. Her dark and colorful eyes trigger extreme arousal. The place is a red and black detailed boudoir bedroom. At night. Shadows. The girl is perfect and beautiful. Film grain. Micro skin details. Detailed face. Dark.
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hypnotic and perfect 22yo girl, facing the camera with a calm yet hypnotic gaze. Her dark and colorful eyes trigger extreme arousal. The place is a red and black detailed boudoir bedroom. At night. Shadows. The girl is perfect and beautiful. Film grain. Micro skin details. Detailed face. Dark.
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Unhinged tornado tearing through a cityscape with chaotic storm clouds, fiery debris, shattered buildings, terrified people running for their lives, and a vibrant color palette of reds, oranges, and yellows inspired by the artwork of Jackson Pollock and the emotional intensity of Van Gogh's "Starry Night".
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Unhinged tornado tearing through a cityscape with chaotic storm clouds, fiery debris, shattered buildings, terrified people running for their lives, and a vibrant color palette of reds, oranges, and yellows inspired by the artwork of Jackson Pollock and the emotional intensity of Van Gogh's "Starry Night".
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Ah, you wouldn't believe it, mate! There I was, knee-deep in the pulsating heart of the music festival, a kaleidoscopic wonderland of sound and color. The bass was a seismic force, reverberating through my bones, as I swayed amidst a sea of euphoria and glittering lights. The air was thick with the mingling scents of sweat, earth, and freedom. And then, she materialized—like a nebula coalescing into a star—the embodiment of the Goddess Iris herself. Draped in gossamer fabrics that refracted light into prismatic explosions, she was a walking tapestry of rainbows. Her eyes, oh man, her eyes! They were a swirling tempest of colors you've never even heard of—azure blending into a sublime shade of periwinkle, speckled with flecks of molten gold. The moment our gazes locked, time hiccuped. The music paused for an infinitesimal breath, as if the universe held its own in reverence. It felt as if I had been caught in the undertow of a cosmic riptide. There was a silent conversation, an ethereal exchange that defies language. She looked at me and I saw galaxies being born and dying, the cycle of the seasons, the blooming of iridescent flowers on some far-off exoplanet. It was like she whispered secrets of the cosmos directly into my soul. Man, I felt like I was levitating, floating on a cloud woven from her iridescent aura. She bestowed a wink, a slight curvature of her lips—so subtle yet so profound—before dissolving into the crowd, her form fracturing into a cascade of colors, leaving only a glowing afterimage on the canvas of my consciousness. You might call it a hallucination, a figment of overstimulated imagination, but mate, I was touched by divinity. I was seen by the Goddess Iris in the ephemeral cathedral of that music festival, and nothing—nothing will ever be the same again.
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Ah, you wouldn't believe it, mate! There I was, knee-deep in the pulsating heart of the music festival, a kaleidoscopic wonderland of sound and color. The bass was a seismic force, reverberating through my bones, as I swayed amidst a sea of euphoria and glittering lights. The air was thick with the mingling scents of sweat, earth, and freedom. And then, she materialized—like a nebula coalescing into a star—the embodiment of the Goddess Iris herself. Draped in gossamer fabrics that refracted light into prismatic explosions, she was a walking tapestry of rainbows. Her eyes, oh man, her eyes! They were a swirling tempest of colors you've never even heard of—azure blending into a sublime shade of periwinkle, speckled with flecks of molten gold. The moment our gazes locked, time hiccuped. The music paused for an infinitesimal breath, as if the universe held its own in reverence. It felt as if I had been caught in the undertow of a cosmic riptide. There was a silent conversation, an ethereal exchange that defies language. She looked at me and I saw galaxies being born and dying, the cycle of the seasons, the blooming of iridescent flowers on some far-off exoplanet. It was like she whispered secrets of the cosmos directly into my soul. Man, I felt like I was levitating, floating on a cloud woven from her iridescent aura. She bestowed a wink, a slight curvature of her lips—so subtle yet so profound—before dissolving into the crowd, her form fracturing into a cascade of colors, leaving only a glowing afterimage on the canvas of my consciousness. You might call it a hallucination, a figment of overstimulated imagination, but mate, I was touched by divinity. I was seen by the Goddess Iris in the ephemeral cathedral of that music festival, and nothing—nothing will ever be the same again.
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amateur photo of a UFO in the sky above a plain and the text "I WANT TO BELIEVE" written below, vhs, classic footage, moire effect, disposable camera photo
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amateur photo of a UFO in the sky above a plain and the text "I WANT TO BELIEVE" written below, vhs, classic footage, moire effect, disposable camera photo
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Alien ships hovering over cityscape at night, panicked individuals running on the foreground, red color palette with high contrast, dramatic lighting direction with low intensity and horror quality, asymmetrical off-balance composition and depth of field, distorted perspective and scale emphasizing the overwhelming power of the ships, rough texture and high level of detail, cropped framing centering on the chaos and framed with glitches and pixels, with visual hierarchy honoring the theme of the work, inspired by the Sci-Fi films from the 1950s like War of the Worlds and Invasion of the Body Snatchers but with a touch of horror
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Alien ships hovering over cityscape at night, panicked individuals running on the foreground, red color palette with high contrast, dramatic lighting direction with low intensity and horror quality, asymmetrical off-balance composition and depth of field, distorted perspective and scale emphasizing the overwhelming power of the ships, rough texture and high level of detail, cropped framing centering on the chaos and framed with glitches and pixels, with visual hierarchy honoring the theme of the work, inspired by the Sci-Fi films from the 1950s like War of the Worlds and Invasion of the Body Snatchers but with a touch of horror
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A PC game being held in a game shop. The game logo says "Dark Soup 3" using the Dark Souls 3 font. The artwork on the case shows the main character of Dark Souls 3 preparing soup in a cooking pot.
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A PC game being held in a game shop. The game logo says "Dark Soup 3" using the Dark Souls 3 font. The artwork on the case shows the main character of Dark Souls 3 preparing soup in a cooking pot.
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a small robot holding a sign with the text "(almost) BETTER THAN DALLE" written on it
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a small robot holding a sign with the text "(almost) BETTER THAN DALLE" written on it
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a phantasmagoric nightmare plagued by eldritch echoes, an nebula-walking muse emerges, a fusion of styles echoing the works of H.R. Giger, adorned in vibrant folkloric flowers reminiscent of Kahlo. Within this exhibition of the uncanny, the artist's palette draws inspiration from the impressionistic serenity of Monet, crafting a symphony of impossible geometries. This array of mystical personas span the artistic spectrum, from the delicate elegance of traditional Japanese ink wash paintings. Each stroke and texture is an homage to the great masters, creating a narrative that blurs the line between the sublime and grotesque.
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a phantasmagoric nightmare plagued by eldritch echoes, an nebula-walking muse emerges, a fusion of styles echoing the works of H.R. Giger, adorned in vibrant folkloric flowers reminiscent of Kahlo. Within this exhibition of the uncanny, the artist's palette draws inspiration from the impressionistic serenity of Monet, crafting a symphony of impossible geometries. This array of mystical personas span the artistic spectrum, from the delicate elegance of traditional Japanese ink wash paintings. Each stroke and texture is an homage to the great masters, creating a narrative that blurs the line between the sublime and grotesque.
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In the enigmatic realm of a nightmarish hallucination, an mad scientist emerges, a fusion of styles echoing the works of Salvador Dalí, adorned in shimmering ethereal robes reminiscent of Pablo Picasso. Within this abyss of absurdity, the artist's palette draws inspiration from the dark biomechanical visions of Giger, crafting a symphony of colors that defy the spectrum. The canvases within this mosaic of memories span the artistic spectrum, from the abstract expressionism of Pollock. Each stroke and texture is an homage to the great masters, creating a narrative that blurs the line between the classic and avant-garde. As melancholy melodies echo through the fabric of existence, the observer is transported through the diverse landscapes of art history. The mind-bending composition pays homage to the visionary works of H.R. Giger's biomechanical nightmares, inviting contemplation of unseen horrors lurking within the chaotic masterpiece.
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In the enigmatic realm of a nightmarish hallucination, an mad scientist emerges, a fusion of styles echoing the works of Salvador Dalí, adorned in shimmering ethereal robes reminiscent of Pablo Picasso. Within this abyss of absurdity, the artist's palette draws inspiration from the dark biomechanical visions of Giger, crafting a symphony of colors that defy the spectrum. The canvases within this mosaic of memories span the artistic spectrum, from the abstract expressionism of Pollock. Each stroke and texture is an homage to the great masters, creating a narrative that blurs the line between the classic and avant-garde. As melancholy melodies echo through the fabric of existence, the observer is transported through the diverse landscapes of art history. The mind-bending composition pays homage to the visionary works of H.R. Giger's biomechanical nightmares, inviting contemplation of unseen horrors lurking within the chaotic masterpiece.
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philippe druillet,moebius inspired euro comics art The Cosmic Scream: "In the dim void, a lone astronaut floats, helmet removed, face twisted in an eternal scream. Behind, an abyssal maw of a black hole stretches open, its depths filled with ghostly, wailing faces that mirror the astronaut's terror. The whole scene is consumed in shades of pitch black, cold blue, and suffocating gray. Oil on canvas, heavy and rough textures." Inspired by and John Berkey Style, john berkey style, Weird, creepy, disturbing, nightmarish, unsettling. Sharp contrasts, deep shadows., the contrast in colors and textures should be distinct highly detailed,dramatic lighting,vibrant yet slightly desaturated,sense of motion,retro-futuristic,surreal,grainy texture
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philippe druillet,moebius inspired euro comics art The Cosmic Scream: "In the dim void, a lone astronaut floats, helmet removed, face twisted in an eternal scream. Behind, an abyssal maw of a black hole stretches open, its depths filled with ghostly, wailing faces that mirror the astronaut's terror. The whole scene is consumed in shades of pitch black, cold blue, and suffocating gray. Oil on canvas, heavy and rough textures." Inspired by and John Berkey Style, john berkey style, Weird, creepy, disturbing, nightmarish, unsettling. Sharp contrasts, deep shadows., the contrast in colors and textures should be distinct highly detailed,dramatic lighting,vibrant yet slightly desaturated,sense of motion,retro-futuristic,surreal,grainy texture
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Her face seemed to belong to another era, yet it was undeniably present, vividly real amid the surreal backdrop of the music festival. Her cheekbones were naturally prominent but softened by the youthful fullness of her skin. Her nose was straight and narrow, a subtle but defining feature that grounded her ethereal presence. Her lips were a soft pink, natural and unadorned, yet utterly captivating. But it was her eyes, silver and clear, that rendered me speechless. They were not the warm browns or cool blues that often define the archetypal European visage. Instead, they were a striking, almost otherworldly silver, like the color of a clear winter sky just before the snow begins to fall. When she locked eyes with me, the sensory overload of the festival—the booming bass, the swirling lights, the sea of dancing bodies—faded into obscurity. Her gaze felt like a direct connection to my very soul, a pathway that bypassed all worldly concerns and touched something eternal within me. Her eyes didn't just look; they delved and searched. I felt exposed yet comforted, as if she saw not just who I was, but who I had the potential to be. The weight of her gaze was both a question and an answer, a mystery and a revelation. In that ephemeral moment, as we stood amidst the revelry and chaos, her eyes offered a sanctuary of clarity and understanding. Her European features, devoid of any artistic metaphor, were compelling in their own right, but it was her gaze that transformed the encounter into something transcendent. It was as if the goddess Iris had taken form, not as an idealized concept, but as a living, breathing embodiment of the divine, deeply rooted in her European ancestry yet universal in her spiritual significance.
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Her face seemed to belong to another era, yet it was undeniably present, vividly real amid the surreal backdrop of the music festival. Her cheekbones were naturally prominent but softened by the youthful fullness of her skin. Her nose was straight and narrow, a subtle but defining feature that grounded her ethereal presence. Her lips were a soft pink, natural and unadorned, yet utterly captivating. But it was her eyes, silver and clear, that rendered me speechless. They were not the warm browns or cool blues that often define the archetypal European visage. Instead, they were a striking, almost otherworldly silver, like the color of a clear winter sky just before the snow begins to fall. When she locked eyes with me, the sensory overload of the festival—the booming bass, the swirling lights, the sea of dancing bodies—faded into obscurity. Her gaze felt like a direct connection to my very soul, a pathway that bypassed all worldly concerns and touched something eternal within me. Her eyes didn't just look; they delved and searched. I felt exposed yet comforted, as if she saw not just who I was, but who I had the potential to be. The weight of her gaze was both a question and an answer, a mystery and a revelation. In that ephemeral moment, as we stood amidst the revelry and chaos, her eyes offered a sanctuary of clarity and understanding. Her European features, devoid of any artistic metaphor, were compelling in their own right, but it was her gaze that transformed the encounter into something transcendent. It was as if the goddess Iris had taken form, not as an idealized concept, but as a living, breathing embodiment of the divine, deeply rooted in her European ancestry yet universal in her spiritual significance.
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