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- オリジナルプロンプト
- Duke Devlin (Ryuji Otogi) from YU-GI-OH! estaria voltando da escola com rebecca hawkins from yugioh! com os dois de mãos dadas aproveitando o momento juntos corados com seus uniformes escolares corados pela calçada de um lindo por do sol
- モード
- pro
- 縦横比
- 1408 x 1408
- ネガティブ
- lowres, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, explicit
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2people, 1boy, 1girl, meeting, face-to-face, eye contact, medium shot, outdoors, daytime, late afternoon, residential street, suburban sidewalk, casual clothes, grey t-shirt, blue jeans, cream cardigan, white blouse, pleated skirt, twin tails, red hair ribbon, sweet smile, head tilt, wide eyes, unblinking, flawless skin, subtle android, secretly robot, hidden yandere, dappled sunlight, cast shadows
An eye-level medium three-quarter shot captures an ordinary male student and a seemingly normal teenage girl meeting at a sunlit suburban crosswalk. The young man stands on the left in profile, casually dressed in a grey t-shirt and blue jeans, carrying a backpack over one shoulder with his thumb hooked relaxed under the strap, looking down at the girl with a friendly, easygoing smile. Facing him directly, the girl appears completely normal and innocent at first glance, dressed in a soft cream-colored knit cardigan over a buttoned white collared blouse, a navy pleated skirt, and dark hair tied in low twin tails with small red ribbons. She tilts her head slightly, offering a radiant, closed-mouth sweet smile, yet her wide amber eyes remain unnervingly unblinking and locked upon his gaze without shifting. Beneath her innocent surface, subtle details betray her artificial nature: her skin is immaculately smooth and porcelain-matte without pores or perspiration, and where her knit cardigan sleeve rides slightly up her wrist, a microscopic, razor-thin hairline seam is barely visible against the pale synthetic flesh before vanishing under the cuff. Her hands are clasped politely against the front of her skirt, but her pale fingers clutch each other with rigid, excessive pressure, betraying an obsessive devotion concealed beneath her gentle expression. Late afternoon sunlight cuts across the asphalt at a low angle, casting long shadows across the yellow tactile paving and a green chain-link fence. A light breeze ruffles the boy's loose hair and flutters the hem of her skirt, yet while the fabric moves with the air, her shoulders and torso remain completely motionless with no perceptible rise and fall of breath. Quietly unsettling.
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