Yor 1

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Yor Forger, wearing thorn princess costume, red lips, cinematic, film noir, ,yor_briar,painted art style, paint style, acrylic piainting, oil painting, layered painting, semi-realistic art style, attractive features, detailed features, pseudo-realistic style, semi-realism, detailed colouring, detiled painting, detailed style
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768 x 1280
샘플링 단계
7
샘플링 방식
Euler a
CFG 스케일
1.6
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(nsfw, lowres, (bad), text, error, fewer, extra, missing, (worst quality), (low quality),jpeg artifacts, watermark, unfinished, displeasing, oldest, early, chromatic aberration, signature, extra digits, artistic error, username, scan, abstract, bad anatomy, bad hands, bad feet, bad hand, bad hands, bad finger, bad fingers, extra finger, extra fingers, split finger, split fingers, extra digits, fused arms, fused hands:1.6)

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character: yor_briar 1girl, solo, close-up, dynamic angle, dutch angle, from below, purple eyes, bruised face, punched, hit, bruised cheek, split lip, bleeding lip, blood on face, recoiling, head turned, black hair, long hair, sidelocks, disheveled hair, hair flying, gold hairband, floral hair ornament, dangling earrings, black gloves, fingerless gloves, black halter dress, dramatic lighting, particle effects From a dynamic low angle with a sharp Dutch tilt, the young woman's head snaps backward and to the side under the immediate violent impact of a heavy punch. Her face bears the fresh trauma: her right cheekbone is swollen with a dark purple contusion that spreads around the orbit of her eye, while a thin line of crimson beads from a split lower lip and trails across her pale jawline. Her luminous purple iris is dilated with sharp adrenaline, fixed in a fierce glare toward the unseen attacker off-frame. Strands of her long jet-black hair tear free from their structured styling, whipping horizontally across the composition in response to the strike. A slender gold headband adorned with metallic rose ornaments shifts askew atop her head, and long golden drop earrings swing violently outward with her motion. Her right hand, clad in a black leather fingerless glove, rises instinctively to brace her struck chin, while the bare skin of her shoulders twists with the torque of the blow. A harsh, cool key light rakes across the struck side of her face from the upper left, throwing the opposite cheek into deep, stark shadow and catching suspended micro-droplets of crimson and airborne dust frozen mid-flight along the recoil vector. Visceral shock, defiant intensity.
Gustavo Martínez