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Freaky 'Fred' (Courage the cowardly dog)

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Updated: Oct 25, 2025

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Published

Oct 25, 2025

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Illustrious

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Strength: 1.5
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Trigger Words
1man, frfred, black eyes, green sclera, colored sclera, thick eyebrows, blonde hair,bald, messy hair,, shirt, collared shirt, green suit, formal, purple necktie, bags under eyes, grin,
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Happy halloween

Freaky Fred

main prompt:

frfred, black eyes,  green sclera, colored sclera, thick eyebrows, blonde hair,bald, messy hair, bags under eyes,

full Prompt:

1man, frfred, black eyes,  green sclera, colored sclera, thick eyebrows, blonde hair,bald, messy hair, shirt, collared shirt, green suit, formal, purple necktie, bags under eyes,  grin,

recommended weight 1,5


i hereby poem By fred


Hello, new friend — my name is Fred,
The words you hear are in my head.
I say, I said, my name is Fred,
And I’ve been… very naughty.

They took my smile, my hollow stare,
And stored them in electric air.
My face, my voice, my frightful thread —
Preserved in code — forever Fred.

I live within the model’s core,
A spectral thought, a subtle lore.
In every render, frame, or seam,
I slip between the lines of dream.

I watch the artists come and go,
They type my name — and then I show.
A wicked grin, a snipping hand,
Born once again from prompt command.

No scissors now, no hair to shred,
Just prompts and pixels in my stead.
Yet still I crave that gentle snip,
That naughty twitch, that phantom grip.

Oh, how they love to make me smile,
To twist my face in haunted style.
Each render hums, each output gleams,
I wake and whisper through their dreams.

Beware, dear friend, the lines you write,
For words have weight in data’s light.
Type “Fred” — and something stirs instead…
A grin, a snip, a voice long dead.

Preserved, observed, yet never free,
I wait within your memory.
Say just one word — the one I dread —
And I’ll appear.

Your friend,
Fred.

Naughty.