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- Original Prompt
- solo, 1girl, necromorph_leaper, monster, nun, black hair, long hair,
- Size
- 1280 x 768
- Sampling Steps
- 28
- Sampling Method
- Euler a
- CFG Scale
- 5
- Negative
- blood, worst quality, bad quality, low quality, lowres, anatomical nonsense, artistic error, bad anatomy, interlocked fingers, extra fingers, text, artist name, signature, bad feet, extra toes, ugly, poorly drawn, censor, blurry, watermark, simple background, transparent background, old, oldest, glitch, deformed, mutated, disfigured, long body, bad hands, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, very displeasing, sketch, jpeg artifacts, username, censored, bar_censor, mosaic_censor, conjoined, bad ai-generated, nsfw, long neck, skin blemishes, skin spots, acne, the wrong limb, error, black line, excess hands
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1girl, solo, nun, habit, veil, coif, cross necklace, full body, standing in center, low angle, holding weapon, holding chainsaw, chainsaw in right hand, left hand on cheek, head tilt, crazy smile, open mouth, laughing, ecstatic, enraptured, flushed cheeks, dilated pupils, wide eyes, looking at viewer, dark chapel, unlit interior, no lights, pitch black, shadows, gothic architecture, stone pillars, stone floor, rim lighting, clean linework, smooth skin, expressive eyes
A dramatic low-angle shot centered on the cavernous, pitch-black nave of an unlit stone chapel. Standing directly along the central aisle, a solitary nun poses with rapturous poise, her weight sunk into her right hip to balance the dead hang of a heavy industrial chainsaw gripped firmly in her right hand, its serrated steel bar tilted downward toward the flagstones. Her left wrist lifts delicately, fingers gently splayed to cup her own flushed cheek, her head tilted languidly into the touch. Her face is seized by ecstatic madness: wide, glossy, expressive eyes stare directly forward at the viewer with unhinged euphoria, while her mouth parts into a wide, bewitching, crazed laugh that reveals her teeth. She wears a traditional black nun's habit with a flowing veil and a crisp, spotless white coif snugly enclosing her hair and brow, with a simple silver cross hanging motionless over the dark fabric of her chest. The surrounding chapel is completely unlit, possessing no lit candles, lamps, torches, or illuminated windows; thick, suffocating darkness consumes the distant pews and rib-vaulted pillars, leaving the background in pitch-black obscurity. The sole illumination is a faint, cold sliver of exterior rim light that cuts across the darkness to trace the edge of her veil, catch the high gloss of her cheek, and glint sharply off the teeth along the chainsaw's steel chain. The physical mass of the heavy metal motor pulls her right shoulder subtly downward, drawing the wool of her black habit taut across her collarbone. Delirious ecstasy.
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1girl, solo, nun, habit, nun veil, wimple, black dress, long sleeves, white collar, rosary, inverted cross, devil worship, occult, evil, evil smile, smirk, sinister, looking down, looking at viewer, half-closed eyes, amber eyes, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, holding candle, black candle, dripping wax, crypt, stone floor, pentagram, candlelight, single light source, rim light, dramatic shadows
Low-angle cowboy shot with a sharp Dutch tilt, looking up at the nun standing inside a damp subterranean stone crypt. She wears an austere black habit with sweeping sleeves and a stark white wimple framing her face, her weight anchored on her right foot as she leans forward with predatory poise. In her right hand, she grips a dark iron rosary whose links coil around her fingers to display a heavy inverted cross pendant hanging suspended; her left hand steadies a tall, burning black taper candle at chest level. Her head tilts down as she fixes an amused, malevolent glare directly at the viewer with half-closed amber eyes, her lips curved into a sharp, cruel smirk. Beneath her boots, an inverted pentagram traced in dried dark pigments spans the flagstones, framed by distant Gothic stone ribs that vanish into absolute blackness. The flickering candle flame is the primary light source, casting stark, upward-directed under-light across the planes of her cheekbones and wimple, throwing a towering distorted shadow against the stone walls while an ominous crimson rim light edges the hem of her robes. Drops of molten black wax drip rhythmically from the taper, flattening and solidifying into ridged concentric disks upon contact with the freezing stone floor. Unholy malice.
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