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r34 Кафе "У Рю" Секретные разделы порно Dragon Girl нейромазня нейронные сети длинопост секретные разделы
The Good, the Bad and the Ugly
Дубль. Пхнушная нейромазня на Кафе "У Рю".
Надеюсь в этот раз зальется не на главную.
За вдохновлялово вообще попробовать SD (и помощь в ЛС) спасибо vavan502 (За посты с Катиль и Рю - респект)
Обязательно посетите автора Рю.
Дисклеймер:
1) Тут много косяков генерации, пальцы, пропорции тела и тп. Надо играться с чекпоинтом и параметрами + достаточно однотипно, но это по большей части моя вина, пока слишком мало экспериментировал с промтом.
1.1.) Надеюсь, что знающие люди подскажут в комментариях ресурсы и мануалы для редактирования всего этого ( с учётом, что рисовать чукча не умеет) + помогут в теги. В особенности поражает как SD игнорит негативные промты....
2) Ремрочка - Рю, по образу в оригинале, это средних лет женщина, затраханная долгами. Нейронка же в упор пытается нарисовать молодую девушку несмотря на промты. Возможно дело в чекпоинте.
3) Акция с 18+ разовая, чисто сподобить народ потыкаться в нейронки (адекватно потыкатся, а не вот эта вот истерия "я нанейронил - я автор".)
4) Ужаснитесь тем, что ниже.
Итак, наш набор всратостей к моим кривым рукам:
Лора: https://civitai.com/models/67417?modelVersionId=72066
Чекпоинты:
1) разные версии от Meina. Тут по большей части хентайный модуль https://civitai.com/user/Meina/models
Семплинг: Euler a \ DPM++ 2M Karras
Шаг: 40-60 (но в основном 40)
Один из промтов. Игрался от него, играясь с местом, одеждой и кол-вом людей.
Промт + :
masterpiece, best quality, masterpiece, best quality, {{{on the train}}}, train interior, masterpiece, 3 girls, sitting, school uniform, miniskirt, sitting, smirk, skirt lift, {{{{{show of pussy}}}}}, {{{{{spread legs}}}}}, front view of front seat, looking at viewer,detailed areolas, detailed nipples, detailed breasts, (extremely detailed pussy),detailed face <lora:Ryu_notmonster_cafe_Ryu's_V2:0,7>
Промт - :
bad anatomy, cloned, crooked teeth, deformed, dehydrated, disfigured, double nipples, duplicate, extra arms, extra fingers, extra legs, extra limbs, long fingers, long neck, malformed limbs, missing arms, missing legs, missing teeth, more than five fingers on one hand:1.5, more than two arm per body:1.5, more than two leg per body:1.5, mutated, mutation, mutilated, odd eyes, ugly,from below, 1boy, another person, bad anatomy, extra arms, extra legs, extra thighs, extra digit, fewer digits, bad hands, missing fingers
Бонус 1.
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I rarely dream.
When I sink into the pillow and Angelique's scent washes over me, all I ever recall is that surreal feeling of floating before falling unconscious into blackness. I
appreciate those moments of peace from my own thoughts.
When I do dream, it's always the same. I rise from the bed, it is dark. I walk across the room to the bathroom, with a strange pressure sometimes a tickling sensation
in my abdomen. The floor of the bathroom is ice cold against my footpads. I reach for the light switch with one hand, and run the other over my stomach. I jerk it away
as my skin feels strange, and there is a warm sticky substance on my fingertips.
The light comes on and I see the cause. Under my right arm, down my side, holes. Round shallow holes in my skin, raw wounds, oozing a clear liquid, matting in my fur.
In this dream I am not afraid, even as I see things writhing beneath my skin. I know that they are rising from my womb, in my dream this is logical. I lift my arm over
my head and the holes stretch and distort. I run my fingertips over it, there is a stinging sensation. I press my fingertips into them and the stinging becomes more
intense but not unpleasant, a burning warm sensation begins to radiate all across my side.
It's only when I feel movement right beneath my finger I jerk my hand away. The pressure released sends a jolt of pain across my body. My fur stands on end. I cannot
look away from these holes even as the movement beneath my skin becomes more intense. My flesh is bulging from the pressure just below its surface.
I cannot look away.
Though I usually reserve my note taking for my medical endeavors, but I feel I need to record tonight’s experience, as it may be significant to said endeavors. I am not
one to believe in premonition, but the sensation I am experiencing is nothing short of panic, induced by of all things, a dream.
I rarely dream, save for one or two strange recurring ones. I had spent the weekend moving some of Angelique’s belongings into the house, she is quite the scatterbrain,
(though I mean that in the most endearing way) and I discovered quite recently she had a storage unit in her name which was defaulting on the payments. Scatterbrained,
as I said.
After balancing the account I gained access, and I discovered a number of boxes, old school books, nick-knacks and most curiously a box of personal records. These are
as I write this next to me in my study. I will admit my curiosity is overwhelming but I respect Angelique’s privacy, she is quite reserved about her family and her
history. Still... it is like an itch in the back of my mind.
After a glass of wine I had headed to bed, tired from moving around boxes and cleaning out the storage shed. I fell asleep quickly, the sound of light rain on the roof
and Angelique’s scent on my skin.
And then I began to dream. In the dream the world was enormous, and I was a tiny spec, no bigger than your index finger. I recall in the logic of the dream I questioned
this and some force assured me I was not a micro-fauna, the world was simply much larger than me. Curious, how our subconscious rationalizes such nonsense. I was
walking along a table, cold underfoot, like stainless steel. It was dark and the reek of chemicals and bleach was heavy in the air.
I could hear heavy vibration, incredibly deep and loud, it made the ground shake beneath me. When I looked up I could see figures, their faces obscured as they towered
above me, only the reflection of their spectacles gleaming in my direction. They are talking and gesturing but I cant understand, the air just vibrates and hums in a
frequency I cant process. They feel familiar, and I am scared, scared because they are so much larger with so much power over me.
I run and become unable to move, standing atop a silver flat plate. It is linked to a number of colorful wires and I feel drained. In the dream I knew they were taking
my blood, all of it, draining from my frame. I can see numbers and analytics in garbled numerals on the walls. I turn to see one of the figures shake his head, and I
know he sees my thoughts. I cry out as he strikes a button on the wall.
There is a split second that follows that lasts an eternity. I seem to view it from outside my body seeing every terrible detail. My body unravels, my skin flays from
flesh in elegant spirals, stretching and tearing, falling from my body as easily as a virgins gown on her wedding night. My tendons snap, every fibers of muscle tearing
and springing back from the bone, their tensile strength lost. My abdomen opens, and my innards pour out exposed and twisting apart. I feel my cells distorting, I feel
my genes betray me, I feel my double helixes come undone, base pairs rejecting one another in a beautiful, terrible moment. I hear their laughter, and I am helpless.
I awoke drenched in sweat, clutching at my wrists, where the flesh first began to flay away. My heart has only just stopped its panicked pace. I do not believe in
premonition, but this dream reminds me of a quest long abandoned. A plan I failed to follow up on, distracted in my romance and my work from my true goals. I will find
those figures from my dream, I remember their names even now. I will find each and every one and make sure they are never able to turn my genes against me...
When I sink into the pillow and Angelique's scent washes over me, all I ever recall is that surreal feeling of floating before falling unconscious into blackness. I
appreciate those moments of peace from my own thoughts.
When I do dream, it's always the same. I rise from the bed, it is dark. I walk across the room to the bathroom, with a strange pressure sometimes a tickling sensation
in my abdomen. The floor of the bathroom is ice cold against my footpads. I reach for the light switch with one hand, and run the other over my stomach. I jerk it away
as my skin feels strange, and there is a warm sticky substance on my fingertips.
The light comes on and I see the cause. Under my right arm, down my side, holes. Round shallow holes in my skin, raw wounds, oozing a clear liquid, matting in my fur.
In this dream I am not afraid, even as I see things writhing beneath my skin. I know that they are rising from my womb, in my dream this is logical. I lift my arm over
my head and the holes stretch and distort. I run my fingertips over it, there is a stinging sensation. I press my fingertips into them and the stinging becomes more
intense but not unpleasant, a burning warm sensation begins to radiate all across my side.
It's only when I feel movement right beneath my finger I jerk my hand away. The pressure released sends a jolt of pain across my body. My fur stands on end. I cannot
look away from these holes even as the movement beneath my skin becomes more intense. My flesh is bulging from the pressure just below its surface.
I cannot look away.
Though I usually reserve my note taking for my medical endeavors, but I feel I need to record tonight’s experience, as it may be significant to said endeavors. I am not
one to believe in premonition, but the sensation I am experiencing is nothing short of panic, induced by of all things, a dream.
I rarely dream, save for one or two strange recurring ones. I had spent the weekend moving some of Angelique’s belongings into the house, she is quite the scatterbrain,
(though I mean that in the most endearing way) and I discovered quite recently she had a storage unit in her name which was defaulting on the payments. Scatterbrained,
as I said.
After balancing the account I gained access, and I discovered a number of boxes, old school books, nick-knacks and most curiously a box of personal records. These are
as I write this next to me in my study. I will admit my curiosity is overwhelming but I respect Angelique’s privacy, she is quite reserved about her family and her
history. Still... it is like an itch in the back of my mind.
After a glass of wine I had headed to bed, tired from moving around boxes and cleaning out the storage shed. I fell asleep quickly, the sound of light rain on the roof
and Angelique’s scent on my skin.
And then I began to dream. In the dream the world was enormous, and I was a tiny spec, no bigger than your index finger. I recall in the logic of the dream I questioned
this and some force assured me I was not a micro-fauna, the world was simply much larger than me. Curious, how our subconscious rationalizes such nonsense. I was
walking along a table, cold underfoot, like stainless steel. It was dark and the reek of chemicals and bleach was heavy in the air.
I could hear heavy vibration, incredibly deep and loud, it made the ground shake beneath me. When I looked up I could see figures, their faces obscured as they towered
above me, only the reflection of their spectacles gleaming in my direction. They are talking and gesturing but I cant understand, the air just vibrates and hums in a
frequency I cant process. They feel familiar, and I am scared, scared because they are so much larger with so much power over me.
I run and become unable to move, standing atop a silver flat plate. It is linked to a number of colorful wires and I feel drained. In the dream I knew they were taking
my blood, all of it, draining from my frame. I can see numbers and analytics in garbled numerals on the walls. I turn to see one of the figures shake his head, and I
know he sees my thoughts. I cry out as he strikes a button on the wall.
There is a split second that follows that lasts an eternity. I seem to view it from outside my body seeing every terrible detail. My body unravels, my skin flays from
flesh in elegant spirals, stretching and tearing, falling from my body as easily as a virgins gown on her wedding night. My tendons snap, every fibers of muscle tearing
and springing back from the bone, their tensile strength lost. My abdomen opens, and my innards pour out exposed and twisting apart. I feel my cells distorting, I feel
my genes betray me, I feel my double helixes come undone, base pairs rejecting one another in a beautiful, terrible moment. I hear their laughter, and I am helpless.
I awoke drenched in sweat, clutching at my wrists, where the flesh first began to flay away. My heart has only just stopped its panicked pace. I do not believe in
premonition, but this dream reminds me of a quest long abandoned. A plan I failed to follow up on, distracted in my romance and my work from my true goals. I will find
those figures from my dream, I remember their names even now. I will find each and every one and make sure they are never able to turn my genes against me...
