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Artoria Pendragon, Serie Fate
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- 1280 x 768
- Passaggi di campionamento
- 14
- Metodo di campionamento
- DDIM
- Scala CFG
- 4
- Negativo
- lowres, bad quality, worst quality, bad anatomy, sketch, jpeg artifacts, ugly, poorly drawn, blurry, transparent background, censored, (simple background:1.4), artist name, signature, watermark
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character: artoria_pendragon_(lancer)_(fate), goblin_(fate)
1girl, goblins, multiple goblins, monster, fantasy creature, unconscious, passed out, defeated, closed eyes, head lolled back, slack jaw, limp, helpless, blonde hair, long hair, braided hair, ahoge, bangs, sidelocks, voluptuous, mature female, sleeveless turtleneck, leotard, blue leotard, torn clothes, ripped clothes, tattered, bare shoulders, bare legs, cape, blue cape, dragging, being dragged, pulled, lying on ground, cave entrance, cavern, dirt ground, dim lighting, shadows, low angle, wide shot, holding armor, carrying lance, cheering, dancing, celebration, fantasy ambush aftermath
A low-angle three-quarter shot captures the grim aftermath of an ambush outside a jagged, shadowy cavern entrance. In the immediate midground, a tall, voluptuous woman lies completely unconscious on the dirt ground, her limp body sprawled slack and unresponsive as multiple small, green-skinned goblins haul her backward. Her head lolls back heavily against the earth with her long blonde braid undone and dragging through gravel, her golden ahoge limp, and her eyes shut in deep stupor with her mouth parted loosely. Her knightly armor has been completely stripped away, leaving her wearing only a blue sleeveless turtleneck leotard that is heavily shredded and torn across her torso and hips, barely clinging to her body and exposing fair skin along her ribs, shoulders, and bare legs. Three wiry goblins with pointed ears, crooked snouts, and clawed hands firmly grip the bundled fabric of her tattered blue cape, their bodies leaning forward with strained footing as they drag her deadweight across the ground, carving distinct twin furrows through the damp soil where her limp heels trail. Further in the background, near the gaping dark threshold of the goblin lair, several more goblins dance, leap, and cackle in euphoric celebration; two goblins hoist aloft discarded pieces of polished silver-and-blue plate armor like trophies, while two others stumble forward carrying a massive, ornate spiral holy lance with gold-trimmed fluting. The sole prominent light source is a sputtering pitch torch jammed into a crag beside the cavern entrance, casting flickering amber highlights across her pale skin and throwing long, distorted shadows across the trampled forest dirt into the black abyss of the cave. The palette is dominated by damp earth tones, murky cavern shadows, and olive-green goblin skin, pierced by the deep cobalt blue of the tattered garment and warm torchlight. Grim aftermath.
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character: artoria_pendragon_(lancer)_(fate), artoria_pendragon_(lancer)
1girl, multiple goblins, blonde hair, long hair, braid, sidelocks, ahoge, green eyes, golden crown, white armor, blue trim, damaged armor, cracked armor, torn clothes, bound, arms above head, tied up, rope, wooden stake, from below, looking at viewer, sweat, grime, dirty, blush, heavy breathing, trembling, dungeon, stone wall, broken weapon, spear, arrows, dark fantasy, desaturated, muted colors, high contrast, dramatic shadows, gritty textures
A low-angle shot looking up at a blonde woman bound to a crude wooden stake. Her arms are pulled taut above her head, wrists lashed to the post with rough, fraying hemp ropes. She wears a white armored dress with blue accents, now shattered and cracked, with large tears in the fabric exposing her skin. Dirt and grime stain the white plating, and beads of sweat glisten on her exposed collarbone and forehead. A golden crown sits atop her head, and a single prominent ahoge curves from her long, braided blonde hair. Her green eyes are wide, reflecting a conflict between helpless vulnerability and a lingering, royal pride; her lips are parted in a defeated but dignified expression. Behind her, several small, green-skinned goblins with pointed ears and fangs crouch low, their grubby, oversized hands gripping her shoulders and waist, pressing her back against the stake to use her body as a living shield. In the background, several arrows are embedded in the damp stone wall or have glanced off her armor. On the wet, dark stone floor beside her lies a snapped, legendary spear, broken in two. The scene is lit by the orange flicker of distant torches, casting long, oppressive shadows across the damp walls and scattered debris. The palette is heavily desaturated, dominated by cold greys and muted whites, with high-contrast lighting emphasizing the grit of the dungeon. Cruel irony.
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