AI artwork featuring #Street Fighter
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En PixAI los prompts son públicos por defecto, pero cada creador puede ocultarlos en las obras que publica. Quien creó esta obra decidió hacerlo, así que las palabras con las que se generó la imagen permanecen privadas: solo esa persona puede verlas. Ocultar el prompt no cambia nada más: la obra sigue siendo pública y puedes darle me gusta, comentarla y compartirla como siempre.
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character: saotome_genma 1man, solo, extremely muscular, stout, bulging muscles, massive upper body, thick neck, gigantic traps, barrel chest, bald, bald head, completely hairless, smooth skin, clean-shaven, baby-smooth skin, blue eyes, wide stance, horse stance, flexing, double bicep, clenched fists, strained clothing, torn clothes, chinese clothes, open shirt, sleeveless tangzhuang, black pants, martial arts pants, wristbands, barefoot, dojo, polished wooden floor, wood planks, low angle, from below, looking at viewer, intense expression, wide open mouth From a low angle looking upward, a stout and tremendously hyper-muscular middle-aged man stands in an immovable martial arts horse stance, having explosively expanded into a colossal, bulging physique. His head is entirely bald, displaying a completely bare, rounded cranium with gleaming, baby-smooth skin entirely free of hair, stubble, or facial hair. Broad blue eyes glare forward with comical martial ferocity above an open roaring mouth and a round, smooth-cheeked jawline. His physique is intensely stout yet massively hypertrophied: gigantic trapezius muscles slope steeply into spherical deltoids, a vast barrel chest stretches outward, and thick, brawny arms flex tightly at the elbows with bunched, bulging biceps and massive clenched fists wrapped in white martial wristbands. A white traditional Chinese tangzhuang vest has burst open at the seams, its shredded cloth hanging loosely from his colossal shoulders, while loose black martial arts trousers cling tautly around enormous, trunk-like thighs. His bare feet press heavily against the polished timber dojo floor, the sudden downward force leaving fine radial stress cracks along the cedar planks beneath his soles, kicking up a subtle, frozen ring of white chalk dust suspended inches above the ground. Bright, warm afternoon sunlight streams through rice-paper shoji screens from the left, casting sharp, sculptural highlights over the round curvature of his polished bald scalp and taut, unblemished muscular torso, with deep amber shadows defining every bulging contour. Ridiculously imposing.
Darmani