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    realistic eerie horror watercolor illustration painted with layers of glazes set in the depths of the deep ocean, it is entirely dark save for little motes of dust and plankton floating in the water. The close-up focus is on a monstrous anglerfish mermaid floating in the dark water. Her clumpy tendrils of pale hair weightlessly floats in the water, her skin is translucent and dark like the water around her, and her eyes are perfectly round and white. She has a bony mermaid tailfin that is dotted with points of bioluminescence, she's wearing a tattered vest made out of gray kelp, and her jaws are very wide and full of sharp needlelike teeth. Her hands are webbed with long fingers. She is monstrous as she glides silently through the abyss. The atmosphere is ghostly and unsettling like the abyss of the ocean, and the mermaid is otherworldly and intimidating with her glowing glare. Subsurface scattering and intense glow effects.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.
    At midnight, a clown stands in a deserted playground, holding a single red balloon. At first glance, there’s nothing unusual about his appearance—his colorful outfit, the balloon, the setting—all seem ordinary. But something feels deeply wrong. His smile stretches unnaturally, teetering on the edge of grotesque, and his makeup is unnervingly white, like the pallor of a corpse. His eyes, empty yet brimming with malice, seem to pierce through the darkness, stirring an inexplicable, primal fear in anyone who dares to look. Behind him, shadowy figures of children loom, each clutching a red balloon. Their forms are blurred, their features indistinct, save for their wide, hollow eyes and eerie, frozen smiles. The playground, once a place of joy, now feels suffocating, the air thick with dread. The swings creak faintly in the wind, and the dim glow of a flickering streetlamp casts long, distorted shadows that seem to stretch and twist unnaturally. The scene is a chilling blend of innocence and horror, where the familiar becomes unsettling. The clown’s presence is a sinister anomaly, a harbinger of something deeply wrong, and the shadowy children behind him only amplify the sense of unease. It’s as if the playground itself has become a gateway to a darker, more malevolent realm, where laughter has turned to silence, and joy has been replaced by an overwhelming, inescapable fear.

      DreamShaper XL

    • v2.1 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_v21TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • Lightning DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_lightningDPMSDE.safetensors
    • SFW v2 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwV2TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • SFW Lightning DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwLightningDPMSDE.safetensors
    • v2 Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_v2TurboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_turboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • SFW Turbo DPM++ SDE - dreamshaperXL_sfwTurboDPMSDE.safetensors
    • alpha2 (xl1.0) - dreamshaperXL_alpha2Xl10.safetensors
    • alpha1 (xl0.9) - dreamshaperXL_alpha1Xl09.safetensors

      DreamShaper

    • 8 - dreamshaper_8.safetensors
    • 8 LCM - dreamshaper_8LCM.safetensors
    • 8-inpainting - dreamshaper_8Inpainting.safetensors
    • 8-diffusers - dreamshaper_8Diffusers.zip
    • 7 - dreamshaper_7.safetensors
    • 7-inpainting - dreamshaper_7-inpainting.safetensors
    • 7-diffusers - dreamshaper_7Diffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 6.31 baked vae - dreamshaper_631BakedVae.safetensors
    • 6.31-inpainting - dreamshaper_631Inpainting.safetensors
    • 6.31 diffusers - dreamshaper_631Diffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 6 baked vae - dreamshaper_6BakedVae.safetensors
    • 6.2 baked vae - dreamshaper_62BakedVae.safetensors
    • 6-inpainting - dreamshaper_6Inpainting.safetensors
    • 6 no vae - dreamshaper_6NoVae.safetensors
    • 6 diffusers - dreamshaper_6Diffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 5 baked vae - dreamshaper_5BakedVae.ckpt
    • 5 pruned (no vae) - train - dreamshaper_5PrunedNoVaeTrain.ckpt
    • 5-inpainting - dreamshaper_5-inpainting.safetensors
    • 5 baked vae diffusers - dreamshaper_5BakedVaeDiffusers_trainingData.zip
    • 4 baked vae - dreamshaper_4BakedVae.safetensors
    • 4-inpainting - dreamshaper_4-inpainting.safetensors
    • 4 baked vae fp16 - dreamshaper_4BakedVaeFp16.safetensors
    • 4 no vae - dreamshaper_4NoVae.safetensors
    • 4 no vae fp16 - dreamshaper_4NoVaeFp16.ckpt
    • 3.32 baked vae (clip fix) - dreamshaper_332BakedVaeClipFix.ckpt
    • 3.31 baked vae - dreamshaper_331BakedVae.ckpt
    • 3.31-inpainting - dreamshaper_331-inpainting.safetensors
    • 3.3 - dreamshaper_33.ckpt
    • 2.52 (safetensors fixed) - dreamshaper_252SafetensorsFixed.ckpt
    • 2.52 (pruned) - dreamshaper_252Pruned.ckpt
    • 2.52 (initial release) - dreamshaper_252InitialRelease.ckpt