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้ณดไธๆ ใฎใกใคใๆๅงฟ๏ผ๏ผPersona 4
Empress Force๋์ AI ์ํ '้ณดไธๆ ใฎใกใคใๆๅงฟ๏ผ๏ผPersona 4'. PixAI์์ ๊ฐ์ํ์ธ์. ํ๊ทธ: ์ฌํ ๋์นด ์น์, ์์ค๋ฏธ ์ฝํ ๋ค, ์๋ก๊ฐ๋ค ๋์คํ , ์ผ๋ง๊ธฐ์ ํ์นด. ์ฌ์ฉ ๋ชจ๋ธ: Tsubaki.3.
ใPersona 4ใใฎ้ณดไธๆ ใใพใใใฎใกใคใๆใ็ใฆใใๅงฟใๅฏๆใใใฆใๆใใ่ฆๅ ฅใฃใฆใใพใใพใใ๏ผๅจใใฎ้ปๆใฎ้ขใ ใจใฎใฎใฃใใใใพใ็ด ๆตใงใใใญใๆฐใซๅ ฅใฃใใใใใญใจใใฉใญใผใใ้กใใใพใ๏ผไปๅพใ่ฒใ ใชไฝๅใๆ็จฟไบๅฎใชใฎใงใใใฒใณใกใณใใงๆๆณใ่ใใใฆใใ ใใใญใ
๋งค๊ฐ๋ณ์ ํ์
- ์๋ณธ ํ๋กฌํํธ
- ๅ็ฅใฎใญใฃใฉ4ไบบใจใใใซใฝใ4ใฎใญใฃใฉ2ไบบใจๅ ็ซฏใซ้ใใคใใๅฐปๅฐพใฎ็ใใใกใคใๆใใใๅ็ฅใฎ็ทไธปไบบๅ ฌใจในใผใใ็ใๅ็ฅใฎๅฅณไธปไบบๅ ฌใใใใใliminal spaces,
- ๋ชจ๋
- pro
- ํฌ๊ธฐ
- 1104 x 1824
- ์ ์ธ ์กฐ๊ฑด
- lowres, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, explicit, (nsfw:1.2),(nude:1.6),(nipple:1.2),naked
ํ๋กฌํํธ ๋์ฐ๋ฏธ
๋ชจ๋ธ ๋ฐ LoRA ์ฌ์ฉ
๋น์ทํ ์ํ
์์ธํ ๋ณด๊ธฐ
copyright: persona_4, genshin_impact
8 girls and women, 4 genshin impact characters, 2 persona 4 characters, 1 male protagonist in a maid outfit, 1 female protagonist in a suit, male maid, male protagonist wearing a maid outfit, frilled maid headdress, black maid dress, white apron, puffed short sleeves, white cuffs, white thighhighs, mary jane shoes, needle-tipped tail, long thin tail, silver needle at tail tip, tail with a needle at the tip, female protagonist in a suit, black tailored suit, white dress shirt, black necktie, polished leather shoes, liminal space, empty corridor, endless hallway, fluorescent ceiling lights, beige walls, low-pile carpet, no windows, from below, wide shot, dutch angle, one-point perspective, standing in a loose cluster, looking at another, looking to the side, uneasy, group shot, full body, depth of field
From a low, tilted angle near the floor, the camera looks up the length of a windowless corridor that runs away into a vanishing point of soft haze; the ceiling is a regular grid of fluorescent panels, two of which flicker out of sync, and their cool green-white light falls in repeating bands across a beige wall and a low-pile carpet the colour of weak tea, the whole corridor empty in both directions with no door, no clock and no exit sign. Eight figures occupy the near third of that corridor, spread across its width in a loose, uneven group rather than a line: on the left, four women with the bearing of seasoned travellers โ one with pale blonde hair cut short, arms folded and weight on her back heel; one with long dark hair tied back, hand resting on a book at her hip; one with a wide-brimmed hat tipped low, chin lifted toward the ceiling panels; one small and slight with a long braid, half-turned to look back down the corridor behind her. Beside them two more women in high-collared school uniforms stand shoulder to shoulder, the taller one with silver-grey hair pushing a hand into her pocket, the shorter one in glasses and a bob peering up at the failing lights with her mouth slightly open. In front of that group stands a young man in a black maid dress โ white apron, frilled headdress, puffed sleeves, white cuffs and white thighhighs, mary jane shoes planted apart โ his shoulders squared against the dress as though he was dressed this way moments ago and has decided to brazen it out; a long thin tail rises behind his hip and curls forward into the air beside his elbow, and its last centimetre is a polished silver needle that catches a separate small glint from the fluorescents. To his right, and a half-step nearer the lens so she reads slightly larger, stands a young woman in a sharply tailored black suit, white shirt and black tie, her jacket buttoned, one hand adjusting a cuff, her chin turned toward him and her eyebrows faintly raised in an expression that is trying hard to be neutral. The two of them look at each other; the other six look outward and along the corridor, at the lights, at the far haze, anywhere but at each other, which is what gives the group its quiet wrongness. The lamp bands are the only light source, and beyond the last visible panel the corridor fades to a flat, sourceless glow that erases the floor line; the figures cast short, soft shadows that fall away from the camera, and the carpet under their shoes shows faint rectangular dents where it was recently walked, though nothing else in the corridor shows any sign of use. Palette held to beige, weak tea, cool fluorescent green-white, black and white of the maid dress and suit, with the needle's single silver highlight as the only sharp value in the frame. Quietly unsettling, deadpan funny.
Empress Force
copyright: persona_4, genshin_impact
8 girls and women, 4 genshin impact characters, 2 persona 4 characters, 1 male protagonist in a maid outfit, 1 female protagonist in a suit, male maid, male protagonist wearing a maid outfit, frilled maid headdress, black maid dress, white apron, puffed short sleeves, white cuffs, white thighhighs, mary jane shoes, needle-tipped tail, long thin tail, silver needle at tail tip, tail with a needle at the tip, female protagonist in a suit, black tailored suit, white dress shirt, black necktie, polished leather shoes, liminal space, empty corridor, endless hallway, fluorescent ceiling lights, beige walls, low-pile carpet, no windows, from below, wide shot, dutch angle, one-point perspective, standing in a loose cluster, looking at another, looking to the side, uneasy, group shot, full body, depth of field
From a low, tilted angle near the floor, the camera looks up the length of a windowless corridor that runs away into a vanishing point of soft haze; the ceiling is a regular grid of fluorescent panels, two of which flicker out of sync, and their cool green-white light falls in repeating bands across a beige wall and a low-pile carpet the colour of weak tea, the whole corridor empty in both directions with no door, no clock and no exit sign. Eight figures occupy the near third of that corridor, spread across its width in a loose, uneven group rather than a line: on the left, four women with the bearing of seasoned travellers โ one with pale blonde hair cut short, arms folded and weight on her back heel; one with long dark hair tied back, hand resting on a book at her hip; one with a wide-brimmed hat tipped low, chin lifted toward the ceiling panels; one small and slight with a long braid, half-turned to look back down the corridor behind her. Beside them two more women in high-collared school uniforms stand shoulder to shoulder, the taller one with silver-grey hair pushing a hand into her pocket, the shorter one in glasses and a bob peering up at the failing lights with her mouth slightly open. In front of that group stands a young man in a black maid dress โ white apron, frilled headdress, puffed sleeves, white cuffs and white thighhighs, mary jane shoes planted apart โ his shoulders squared against the dress as though he was dressed this way moments ago and has decided to brazen it out; a long thin tail rises behind his hip and curls forward into the air beside his elbow, and its last centimetre is a polished silver needle that catches a separate small glint from the fluorescents. To his right, and a half-step nearer the lens so she reads slightly larger, stands a young woman in a sharply tailored black suit, white shirt and black tie, her jacket buttoned, one hand adjusting a cuff, her chin turned toward him and her eyebrows faintly raised in an expression that is trying hard to be neutral. The two of them look at each other; the other six look outward and along the corridor, at the lights, at the far haze, anywhere but at each other, which is what gives the group its quiet wrongness. The lamp bands are the only light source, and beyond the last visible panel the corridor fades to a flat, sourceless glow that erases the floor line; the figures cast short, soft shadows that fall away from the camera, and the carpet under their shoes shows faint rectangular dents where it was recently walked, though nothing else in the corridor shows any sign of use. Palette held to beige, weak tea, cool fluorescent green-white, black and white of the maid dress and suit, with the needle's single silver highlight as the only sharp value in the frame. Quietly unsettling, deadpan funny.
Empress Force
copyright: persona_4, genshin_impact
8 girls and women, 4 genshin impact characters, 2 persona 4 characters, 1 male protagonist in a maid outfit, 1 female protagonist in a suit, male maid, male protagonist wearing a maid outfit, frilled maid headdress, black maid dress, white apron, puffed short sleeves, white cuffs, white thighhighs, mary jane shoes, needle-tipped tail, long thin tail, silver needle at tail tip, tail with a needle at the tip, female protagonist in a suit, black tailored suit, white dress shirt, black necktie, polished leather shoes, liminal space, empty corridor, endless hallway, fluorescent ceiling lights, beige walls, low-pile carpet, no windows, from below, wide shot, dutch angle, one-point perspective, standing in a loose cluster, looking at another, looking to the side, uneasy, group shot, full body, depth of field
From a low, tilted angle near the floor, the camera looks up the length of a windowless corridor that runs away into a vanishing point of soft haze; the ceiling is a regular grid of fluorescent panels, two of which flicker out of sync, and their cool green-white light falls in repeating bands across a beige wall and a low-pile carpet the colour of weak tea, the whole corridor empty in both directions with no door, no clock and no exit sign. Eight figures occupy the near third of that corridor, spread across its width in a loose, uneven group rather than a line: on the left, four women with the bearing of seasoned travellers โ one with pale blonde hair cut short, arms folded and weight on her back heel; one with long dark hair tied back, hand resting on a book at her hip; one with a wide-brimmed hat tipped low, chin lifted toward the ceiling panels; one small and slight with a long braid, half-turned to look back down the corridor behind her. Beside them two more women in high-collared school uniforms stand shoulder to shoulder, the taller one with silver-grey hair pushing a hand into her pocket, the shorter one in glasses and a bob peering up at the failing lights with her mouth slightly open. In front of that group stands a young man in a black maid dress โ white apron, frilled headdress, puffed sleeves, white cuffs and white thighhighs, mary jane shoes planted apart โ his shoulders squared against the dress as though he was dressed this way moments ago and has decided to brazen it out; a long thin tail rises behind his hip and curls forward into the air beside his elbow, and its last centimetre is a polished silver needle that catches a separate small glint from the fluorescents. To his right, and a half-step nearer the lens so she reads slightly larger, stands a young woman in a sharply tailored black suit, white shirt and black tie, her jacket buttoned, one hand adjusting a cuff, her chin turned toward him and her eyebrows faintly raised in an expression that is trying hard to be neutral. The two of them look at each other; the other six look outward and along the corridor, at the lights, at the far haze, anywhere but at each other, which is what gives the group its quiet wrongness. The lamp bands are the only light source, and beyond the last visible panel the corridor fades to a flat, sourceless glow that erases the floor line; the figures cast short, soft shadows that fall away from the camera, and the carpet under their shoes shows faint rectangular dents where it was recently walked, though nothing else in the corridor shows any sign of use. Palette held to beige, weak tea, cool fluorescent green-white, black and white of the maid dress and suit, with the needle's single silver highlight as the only sharp value in the frame. Quietly unsettling, deadpan funny.
Empress Force
copyright: persona_4, genshin_impact
8girls and boys, 4 boys, 4 girls, group shot, wide shot, from below, slightly low angle, standing, liminal space, empty indoor space, endless corridor, fluorescent lighting, pale green-white walls, wet-look tiled floor, repeating doorframes, vanishing point, four genshin impact characters, two persona 4 characters, male genshin protagonist in maid outfit, female genshin protagonist in suit, maid outfit, frilled apron, white thighhighs, hair ribbon, tail with needle at tip, needle-tipped tail, suit, black tailored suit, necktie, slacks, dress shoes, long blonde hair in a braid, short blonde hair, long silver-blue hair, twin braids, orange hair, bowl cut, short black hair, glasses, red hair, long brown hair, smile, light smile, grin, one eye closed, half-closed eyes, looking at viewer, looking to the side, looking back, standing on one leg, head tilt, leaning forward, arms behind back, hands clasped behind back, arms at sides, shoulders relaxed, blush, open mouth, wide-eyed, raised eyebrow, smug
The camera sits low and tilts slightly upward, so the eight figures stand tall against a corridor that recedes far behind them. They are grouped loosely across the middle of the frame, not shoulder to shoulder but with small gaps of damp greenish floor between them, and the corridor's white ceiling panels stream away to a single point over their heads. At left, a short-haired blonde boy in a dark jacket with a high collar stands with his weight on his back foot and one hand loosely closed at his side, chin lifted, one eye narrowed, mouth pulled into a small knowing grin aimed slightly to the right of the lens. Beside him a tall man with long silver-blue hair in a thick braid over one shoulder stands very straight, a dark long coat hanging open, both hands still against his thighs, his pale eyes fixed straight ahead at the viewer with a faint closed-lip smile that never reaches them. Next, a girl with long brown hair tucked behind one ear stands turned slightly outward toward the left wall, one hand raised to smooth her long skirt, eyes sliding to the side, expression soft and distracted. At her shoulder, a smaller girl with pale hair falls in close and half-hides behind her, peeking out with one wide eye and a hand curled near her chin.
In the center-right stands the blonde male protagonist in a maid outfit: a black dress with a white-frilled apron, a white headband set in his short hair, white thighhighs and dark shoes, one white-gloved hand resting flat on the apron front while his body leans forward a touch toward the camera, weight on his left leg, head tipped to one side, both a sheepish half-smile and a lifted brow on his face. Behind the hem of the apron skirt a long fleshy tail curls out to the right and up, and at its very tip a slim silver needle gleams, catching the overhead light in one hard bright point; the needle hangs clear of any fabric, its point aimed up and toward the corridor's vanishing point. Beside him, the blonde female protagonist in a tailored black suit and dark necktie stands with her own weight squared onto both feet, one hand pushed into a trouser pocket and the other hanging at her side, chin down and eyes cast sideways at the camera from under her brows, mouth flat except for one corner pulled up.
Behind them at the back of the group, a girl with orange hair in two braids stands with her arms crossed, leaning her hip against the corridor wall, gaze turned into the camera with a lopsided, unimpressed look; and at the far right a boy with a bowl-shaped black haircut and square glasses stands with his hands behind his back and shoulders hunched, peering over the rims with one eyebrow lifted in a small, smug, almost superior smile.
The only light is the long ceiling strip of fluorescent panels running overhead; it flattens every face with a faintly greenish cast, leaves their shadows pooled directly at their feet, and makes the polished tile under them into a soft mirror of white legs and dark shoes that darkens and blurs toward the far doors. The walls are a bland unbroken off-white, broken only by door after identical door with tall handles, all of them shut; the floor's grid of grout lines narrows toward the vanishing point. The palette is the corridor's own dead white, gray and bruised green, with the figures' black and white clothing and their blonde, silver, orange and brown hair as the only warm notes, and the single silver glint of the needle as the brightest thing in the frame. Quietly wrong, faintly playful.
Empress Force
๋ ์ดํด๋ณด๊ธฐ
์ถ์ฒ ํฌ๋ฆฌ์์ดํฐ
๋น์ ์๊ฒ ์ถ์ฒ
แฏโ
โก โก แฏโ
(mai)
Winter joy in the snow
FriddaTiss
kyramisu
8
logos
แฏแฏ ๐๐ค๐๐ค๐๐ก๐ช๐๐๐
Hu Tao
KanKan Matcha
Tilith, the Goddess of Magical Star
entrophee_E:
ํธ๋ฅธ ๋ฌผ๊ฒฐ ์์ ์ ๋น๋ก์ด ์๋
์กฐ๊ฐ
anime
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
miku
๐๐๐๐๐๐๐๐
๐งฃ๐ ๐ช โงโห โก หโโง
(mai)
โ๏ธLoliciaโ๏ธ
weirdcore...
แฏแฏ ๐๐ค๐๐ค๐๐ก๐ช๐๐๐
reunited at last
แฏแฏ ๐๐ค๐๐ค๐๐ก๐ช๐๐๐
โหโนโก ๐ฏ๐๐ป๐ป๐ ๐ด๐ถ๐ฟ๐น โกโนหโ
โโกโ ๐๐พ๐ฝ๐ฝ๐ฎ๐ป๐ฏ๐ต๐โขสัษ.๐๐
...
Tofu
6
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Tofu
2
โห ๊ฐแข. .แข๊ฑ ๐๐ โง
(mai)
character: kaname_madoka_(magical_girl), copyright: mahou_shoujo_madoka_magica
Kaname Madoka from Puella Magi Madoka Magica, pink twin tails tied with deep red ribbons, wearing her iconic magical girl costume, white corset-like bodice with delicate back lacing, voluminous layered white and pale pink ruffled skirt, crimson ribbons flowing loosely around her body, viewed from behind at a three-quarter angle, seated with her back gracefully arched, both arms extending naturally downward behind her back, one hand gently holding the opposite wrist, clearly separated hands, relaxed slender fingers, five distinct fingers on each hand, natural finger spacing, anatomically correct wrists, elegant delicate hands, visible knuckles, softly curved fingers, hands clearly visible against the white skirt, unobstructed hand silhouette, accurate hand anatomy, head tilted far backward, chin raised toward the darkness, face mostly hidden, elegant elongated silhouette, delicate exposed shoulders, soft loose strands of pink hair, dramatic asymmetrical composition, close medium shot, large skirt filling the lower frame, dark almost black background, dramatic directional lighting, pale ivory highlights, muted dusty pink, cold gray shadows, rich crimson accents, strong contrast between luminous fabric and deep darkness, thick impasto oil painting, expressive visible brushstrokes, heavy layered paint, rough palette knife texture, sculptural paint strokes, painterly edges, textured canvas, loose gestural painting, rich tactile surface, dramatic chiaroscuro, melancholic atmosphere, haunting beauty, full bleed composition, edge-to-edge artwork, no borders, no frame, textured illustration, grainy texture, crayon texture, chalky brushwork, impasto strokes, bold color blocking, stylized anime, flat shading, dry brush effect, atmospheric lighting, soft glow highlights, rough painterly anime style, visible textured brushstrokes, heavy impasto texture, scratchy charcoal-like linework, expressive gestural strokes, smudged edges, desaturated base tones with aggressive high-contrast color, sketch style, rough brushstroke
ใชใช
Sg75
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Tofu
1
์ด๋ฆ
์ด๋ฆ
2
...
Tofu
1
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Tofu
3
the ballerina
แฏแฏ ๐๐ค๐๐ค๐๐ก๐ช๐๐๐
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