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素人モデラ― 現実で作った作品をAIに絵にさせたら面白いかと手を出した。 出来た絵を参考にまたプラモ改造したり… 3Dプリンタが最近気になる。 積みプラ、積みキットの制作もあるのから更新はまちまち。梅雨はこっちが増えるんだろうなぁ…
최신
Nov 8, 2026 3:22 AM
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1girl, solo, japanese woman, otherworldly beautiful, long flowing black hair, hair covering face, hair over eyes, glowing red eyes, red eyes visible through hair strands, parted lips, faint wicked smile, conflicted expression, sorrowful eyes, piercing gaze, white kimono, blood-soaked kimono, deep crimson stained silk, kimono, wide sleeves, right hand holding katana, blood-stained katana, holding sword, walking toward viewer, dynamic pose, mid-stride, shallow water, dark water, splashing, cherry blossoms, floating petals, mist, fog, moonlit forest background, dark purple background, dramatic shadows, rim lighting, backlighting, from below, cowboy shot, dutch angle, ukiyo-e kaidan influence, ink wash brushwork, washi paper texture, translucent color washes, pale bleeding washes, overlapping water stains, dark fantasy, japanese horror
The camera sits low at the waterline, tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from slightly below as she strides straight out of the frame's depth toward the viewer, caught mid-step in a cowboy shot that crops her at the thighs and lets her fill the center of the composition. Her weight drives onto her forward left foot, which breaks the black shallows into a hissing white ring of splash and a fan of spray thrown ahead of the trailing right foot; the water opens around her shins and runs off the hem of her kimono in dark ribbons, and the trailing sleeve bellies backward away from her stride. Her right arm hangs low and out from her hip, the katana gripped at the hilt with the blade angled down and back behind her, blood beading along the edge and dripping off the lowest point of the curve into the water below. Her left hand is open at her side, fingers slightly spread, nothing held.
Her long black hair pours down over her whole face in heavy wet ropes, and it is only through two narrow gaps between the strands that the red eyes burn out at the viewer, glowing from within rather than reflecting, so faint red light spills onto the inside edges of the hair around them. Between the strands, at the level of her mouth, a sliver of lips is visible, one corner drawn up and back in a thin wicked smile. The visible upper face carries the opposite weight: the eyelid line above the glowing eyes is lowered and tense, the brow pressed, the ache of grief sitting in the set of the eye rather than in tears.
Light arrives from behind and above, the moon a cold pale disc burned through the branches so that a hard silver rim rings her hair, her shoulders, the top edge of her sword arm and the raised lip of the water; the front of her is left in deep shadow, its detail carried only by the red glow of the eyes. The dark purple of the background masses behind her in the silhouetted trunks of the dim forest, sinking to near-black at the waterline; petals wheel through the air between the trees and across her, a few caught flat on the water's skin where the splash has not yet reached them, and the mist rises in slow horizontal bands that lay across her waist and smear the trunks behind her into soft gray.
Palette is constrained to the blood crimson of the kimono and the beaded sword, the black of the hair and the shallows, cold silver moonlight, dark violet in the background, and the pale gray of the mist, nothing else admitted. The whole image is built as a ukiyo-e kaidan print rendered hyperreal: ink wash brushwork in the hair and the water, washi paper grain under every surface, soft lines dissolving into translucent color, pale bleeding washes feathering out at the mist and the blossoms, and overlapping water stains clouding the kimono crimson and the purple background, the paper's fiber and stain turning each spray of droplets into a visible, physical print. Frozen, breath-held horror.
Nov 8, 2026 2:40 AM
1girl, solo, japanese woman, otherworldly beautiful, long flowing black hair, hair covering face, hair over eyes, glowing red eyes, red eyes visible through hair strands, parted lips, faint wicked smile, conflicted expression, sorrowful eyes, piercing gaze, white kimono, blood-soaked kimono, deep crimson stained silk, kimono, wide sleeves, right hand holding katana, blood-stained katana, holding sword, walking toward viewer, dynamic pose, mid-stride, shallow water, dark water, splashing, cherry blossoms, floating petals, mist, fog, moonlit forest background, dark purple background, dramatic shadows, rim lighting, backlighting, from below, cowboy shot, dutch angle, ukiyo-e kaidan influence, ink wash brushwork, washi paper texture, translucent color washes, pale bleeding washes, overlapping water stains, dark fantasy, japanese horror
The camera sits low at the waterline, tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from slightly below as she strides straight out of the frame's depth toward the viewer, caught mid-step in a cowboy shot that crops her at the thighs and lets her fill the center of the composition. Her weight drives onto her forward left foot, which breaks the black shallows into a hissing white ring of splash and a fan of spray thrown ahead of the trailing right foot; the water opens around her shins and runs off the hem of her kimono in dark ribbons, and the trailing sleeve bellies backward away from her stride. Her right arm hangs low and out from her hip, the katana gripped at the hilt with the blade angled down and back behind her, blood beading along the edge and dripping off the lowest point of the curve into the water below. Her left hand is open at her side, fingers slightly spread, nothing held.
Her long black hair pours down over her whole face in heavy wet ropes, and it is only through two narrow gaps between the strands that the red eyes burn out at the viewer, glowing from within rather than reflecting, so faint red light spills onto the inside edges of the hair around them. Between the strands, at the level of her mouth, a sliver of lips is visible, one corner drawn up and back in a thin wicked smile. The visible upper face carries the opposite weight: the eyelid line above the glowing eyes is lowered and tense, the brow pressed, the ache of grief sitting in the set of the eye rather than in tears.
Light arrives from behind and above, the moon a cold pale disc burned through the branches so that a hard silver rim rings her hair, her shoulders, the top edge of her sword arm and the raised lip of the water; the front of her is left in deep shadow, its detail carried only by the red glow of the eyes. The dark purple of the background masses behind her in the silhouetted trunks of the dim forest, sinking to near-black at the waterline; petals wheel through the air between the trees and across her, a few caught flat on the water's skin where the splash has not yet reached them, and the mist rises in slow horizontal bands that lay across her waist and smear the trunks behind her into soft gray.
Palette is constrained to the blood crimson of the kimono and the beaded sword, the black of the hair and the shallows, cold silver moonlight, dark violet in the background, and the pale gray of the mist, nothing else admitted. The whole image is built as a ukiyo-e kaidan print rendered hyperreal: ink wash brushwork in the hair and the water, washi paper grain under every surface, soft lines dissolving into translucent color, pale bleeding washes feathering out at the mist and the blossoms, and overlapping water stains clouding the kimono crimson and the purple background, the paper's fiber and stain turning each spray of droplets into a visible, physical print. Frozen, breath-held horror.
Nov 8, 2026 2:40 AM
1girl, solo, japanese woman, otherworldly beautiful, long flowing black hair, hair covering face, hair over eyes, glowing red eyes, red eyes visible through hair strands, parted lips, faint wicked smile, conflicted expression, sorrowful eyes, piercing gaze, white kimono, blood-soaked kimono, deep crimson stained silk, kimono, wide sleeves, right hand holding katana, blood-stained katana, holding sword, walking toward viewer, dynamic pose, mid-stride, shallow water, dark water, splashing, cherry blossoms, floating petals, mist, fog, moonlit forest background, dark purple background, dramatic shadows, rim lighting, backlighting, from below, cowboy shot, dutch angle, ukiyo-e kaidan influence, ink wash brushwork, washi paper texture, translucent color washes, pale bleeding washes, overlapping water stains, dark fantasy, japanese horror
The camera sits low at the waterline, tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from slightly below as she strides straight out of the frame's depth toward the viewer, caught mid-step in a cowboy shot that crops her at the thighs and lets her fill the center of the composition. Her weight drives onto her forward left foot, which breaks the black shallows into a hissing white ring of splash and a fan of spray thrown ahead of the trailing right foot; the water opens around her shins and runs off the hem of her kimono in dark ribbons, and the trailing sleeve bellies backward away from her stride. Her right arm hangs low and out from her hip, the katana gripped at the hilt with the blade angled down and back behind her, blood beading along the edge and dripping off the lowest point of the curve into the water below. Her left hand is open at her side, fingers slightly spread, nothing held.
Her long black hair pours down over her whole face in heavy wet ropes, and it is only through two narrow gaps between the strands that the red eyes burn out at the viewer, glowing from within rather than reflecting, so faint red light spills onto the inside edges of the hair around them. Between the strands, at the level of her mouth, a sliver of lips is visible, one corner drawn up and back in a thin wicked smile. The visible upper face carries the opposite weight: the eyelid line above the glowing eyes is lowered and tense, the brow pressed, the ache of grief sitting in the set of the eye rather than in tears.
Light arrives from behind and above, the moon a cold pale disc burned through the branches so that a hard silver rim rings her hair, her shoulders, the top edge of her sword arm and the raised lip of the water; the front of her is left in deep shadow, its detail carried only by the red glow of the eyes. The dark purple of the background masses behind her in the silhouetted trunks of the dim forest, sinking to near-black at the waterline; petals wheel through the air between the trees and across her, a few caught flat on the water's skin where the splash has not yet reached them, and the mist rises in slow horizontal bands that lay across her waist and smear the trunks behind her into soft gray.
Palette is constrained to the blood crimson of the kimono and the beaded sword, the black of the hair and the shallows, cold silver moonlight, dark violet in the background, and the pale gray of the mist, nothing else admitted. The whole image is built as a ukiyo-e kaidan print rendered hyperreal: ink wash brushwork in the hair and the water, washi paper grain under every surface, soft lines dissolving into translucent color, pale bleeding washes feathering out at the mist and the blossoms, and overlapping water stains clouding the kimono crimson and the purple background, the paper's fiber and stain turning each spray of droplets into a visible, physical print. Frozen, breath-held horror.
Nov 8, 2026 2:40 AM
1girl, solo, japanese woman, otherworldly beautiful, long flowing black hair, hair covering face, hair over eyes, glowing red eyes, red eyes visible through hair strands, parted lips, faint wicked smile, conflicted expression, sorrowful eyes, piercing gaze, white kimono, blood-soaked kimono, deep crimson stained silk, kimono, wide sleeves, right hand holding katana, blood-stained katana, holding sword, walking toward viewer, dynamic pose, mid-stride, shallow water, dark water, splashing, cherry blossoms, floating petals, mist, fog, moonlit forest background, dark purple background, dramatic shadows, rim lighting, backlighting, from below, cowboy shot, dutch angle, ukiyo-e kaidan influence, ink wash brushwork, washi paper texture, translucent color washes, pale bleeding washes, overlapping water stains, dark fantasy, japanese horror
The camera sits low at the waterline, tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at her from slightly below as she strides straight out of the frame's depth toward the viewer, caught mid-step in a cowboy shot that crops her at the thighs and lets her fill the center of the composition. Her weight drives onto her forward left foot, which breaks the black shallows into a hissing white ring of splash and a fan of spray thrown ahead of the trailing right foot; the water opens around her shins and runs off the hem of her kimono in dark ribbons, and the trailing sleeve bellies backward away from her stride. Her right arm hangs low and out from her hip, the katana gripped at the hilt with the blade angled down and back behind her, blood beading along the edge and dripping off the lowest point of the curve into the water below. Her left hand is open at her side, fingers slightly spread, nothing held.
Her long black hair pours down over her whole face in heavy wet ropes, and it is only through two narrow gaps between the strands that the red eyes burn out at the viewer, glowing from within rather than reflecting, so faint red light spills onto the inside edges of the hair around them. Between the strands, at the level of her mouth, a sliver of lips is visible, one corner drawn up and back in a thin wicked smile. The visible upper face carries the opposite weight: the eyelid line above the glowing eyes is lowered and tense, the brow pressed, the ache of grief sitting in the set of the eye rather than in tears.
Light arrives from behind and above, the moon a cold pale disc burned through the branches so that a hard silver rim rings her hair, her shoulders, the top edge of her sword arm and the raised lip of the water; the front of her is left in deep shadow, its detail carried only by the red glow of the eyes. The dark purple of the background masses behind her in the silhouetted trunks of the dim forest, sinking to near-black at the waterline; petals wheel through the air between the trees and across her, a few caught flat on the water's skin where the splash has not yet reached them, and the mist rises in slow horizontal bands that lay across her waist and smear the trunks behind her into soft gray.
Palette is constrained to the blood crimson of the kimono and the beaded sword, the black of the hair and the shallows, cold silver moonlight, dark violet in the background, and the pale gray of the mist, nothing else admitted. The whole image is built as a ukiyo-e kaidan print rendered hyperreal: ink wash brushwork in the hair and the water, washi paper grain under every surface, soft lines dissolving into translucent color, pale bleeding washes feathering out at the mist and the blossoms, and overlapping water stains clouding the kimono crimson and the purple background, the paper's fiber and stain turning each spray of droplets into a visible, physical print. Frozen, breath-held horror.
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