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shadowheart 1
Show Parameters
- Original Prompt
- shadowheart crawling in the forest in tight clothing
- Size
- 768 x 1280
- Sampling Steps
- 28
- Sampling Method
- Euler
- CFG Scale
- 5
- Negative
- worst quality, photorealistic, bad anatomy, blur, low resolution, nsfw
Model & LoRA used
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Elf huntress 1
Michael Murray
1girl, solo, elf, long pointed ears, very long hair, platinum hair, single braid, bangs, fierce expression, clenched teeth, focused gaze, fighting, bastard sword, two-handed grip, swinging weapon, halterneck, harness, leather body harness, fingerless gloves, tight pants, crotch strap, thigh strap, boots, tentacle monster, thrashing tentacles, evil forest, twisted roots, gnarled trees, dark fantasy, mist, low angle, from below, full body, dynamic angle
From a dynamic low angle looking upward, an elven warrior stands locked in fierce combat amidst the damp hollows of a corrupt, evil forest. Her weight is driven hard into her rear planted boot, churning wet peat and crushed moss as she pivots her torso into a sweeping defensive strike. Both hands, clad in dark fingerless leather gloves, grip the extended hilt of a steel bastard sword—the right hand braced close beneath the crossguard and the left anchoring the pommel, driving the broad double-edged blade in an upward diagonal slash. Her piercing eyes are locked onto an incoming mass of slick, purplish-black tentacles that surge from the shadowy hollows of knotted tree roots, their sucker-lined surfaces glistening with wet secretion.
She wears a fitted halterneck top under a dark leather chest harness that crisscrosses her torso with buckled utility straps; tight charcoal pants hug her legs, secured by a taut crotch strap integrated into the hip belt and a reinforced leather thigh strap buckled around her right quadricep. Her long pointed elven ears are bare and unobstructed, swept back against the draft of her movement. Her very long platinum hair is bound into a heavy single braid that whips dynamically behind her shoulder, caught in the centrifugal arc of her sword swing. Overhead, suffocating tree canopies filter sparse pale moonlight into thin cold beams, highlighting the polished steel edge of the blade, the slick curvature of thrashing tentacles, and the beads of slime spraying outward from a near-miss cleave. Gnarled, blackened tree trunks and patches of sickly phosphorescent fungal shelf fade into the murky violet-tinged fog behind her. Lethal intensity.
Cthulhuftagn
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Elf huntres 1
Michael Murray
1girl, solo, elf, long pointed ears, very long hair, platinum hair, single braid, bangs, fierce expression, clenched teeth, focused gaze, fighting, bastard sword, two-handed grip, swinging weapon, halterneck, harness, leather body harness, fingerless gloves, tight pants, crotch strap, thigh strap, boots, tentacle monster, thrashing tentacles, evil forest, twisted roots, gnarled trees, dark fantasy, mist, low angle, from below, full body, dynamic angle
From a dynamic low angle looking upward, an elven warrior stands locked in fierce combat amidst the damp hollows of a corrupt, evil forest. Her weight is driven hard into her rear planted boot, churning wet peat and crushed moss as she pivots her torso into a sweeping defensive strike. Both hands, clad in dark fingerless leather gloves, grip the extended hilt of a steel bastard sword—the right hand braced close beneath the crossguard and the left anchoring the pommel, driving the broad double-edged blade in an upward diagonal slash. Her piercing eyes are locked onto an incoming mass of slick, purplish-black tentacles that surge from the shadowy hollows of knotted tree roots, their sucker-lined surfaces glistening with wet secretion.
She wears a fitted halterneck top under a dark leather chest harness that crisscrosses her torso with buckled utility straps; tight charcoal pants hug her legs, secured by a taut crotch strap integrated into the hip belt and a reinforced leather thigh strap buckled around her right quadricep. Her long pointed elven ears are bare and unobstructed, swept back against the draft of her movement. Her very long platinum hair is bound into a heavy single braid that whips dynamically behind her shoulder, caught in the centrifugal arc of her sword swing. Overhead, suffocating tree canopies filter sparse pale moonlight into thin cold beams, highlighting the polished steel edge of the blade, the slick curvature of thrashing tentacles, and the beads of slime spraying outward from a near-miss cleave. Gnarled, blackened tree trunks and patches of sickly phosphorescent fungal shelf fade into the murky violet-tinged fog behind her. Lethal intensity.
Cthulhuftagn
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