AI art "ちる叔父" featuring #Delicious in Dungeon and #Chilchuck Tims
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ちる叔父

#Delicious in Dungeon#Chilchuck Tims
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1boy, chilchuck tims\(made in abyss\), brown hair, brown eyes, sitting on chair, counter, mugs, tables, crowds, medieval tavern, dark, looking to the side, talking, nonchalant expression
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(((chilchuck tims, brown hair, brown eyes))), (((Background: chairs, counter, mugs, tables, crowds in the distance, medieval tavern image, dark))) (((Gaze from the counter, a boy with short brown hair sitting in a chair, with a nonchalant expression, looking to the side and talking)))
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1280 x 768
Passaggi di campionamento
8
Metodo di campionamento
Euler
Scala CFG
5
Negativo
bad quality,worst quality,worst detail,bad, low quality,low details, poorly drawn, bad anatomy, extra fingers, bad hands, bad finger, bad fingers, split fingers, missing finger, split finger, split fingers, extra digits, fused arms, fused hands,

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