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1boy, (EyesHD:1.2), (absurdres:1.2), best quality, masterpiece, male focus, yuraaka style, bara, male focus, old anime style, 2000s anime style, brown skin, mischievous smile, body hair, dilf, daddy, suit, facial hair, mature male, jorge jimenez artstyle, western comics (style)
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Prompt Asal
1boy,(EyesHD:1.2),(absurdres:1.2),best quality,masterpiece,male focus,yuraaka style,bara,male focus,old anime style,2000s anime style,brown skin,mischievous smile,body hair,dilf,daddy,suit,facial hair,mature male,jorge jimenez artstyle,western comics (style),
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768 x 1280
Langkah Pensampelan
8
Kaedah Pensampelan
DDIM
Skala CFG
3
Negatif
nsfw, worst quality, bad quality, low quality, lowres, anatomical nonsense, artistic error, bad anatomy, interlocked fingers, extra fingers, text, artist name, signature, bad feet, extra toes, ugly, poorly drawn, censor, blurry, watermark, simple background, transparent background, old, oldest, glitch, deformed, mutated, disfigured, long body, bad hands, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, very displeasing, sketch, jpeg artifacts, username, censored, bar_censor, mosaic_censor, conjoined, bad ai-generated, long neck, skin blemishes, skin spots, acne, the wrong limb, error, black line, excess hands

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hb
1boy, solo, male, human, 34 years old, adult man, muscular, heavy-set, broad shoulders, tall, rugged handsome face, sharp jawline, black beard, black mustache, well-groomed facial hair, short hair, cropped hair, neat black hair, black hair, deep red tuxedo jacket, black lapels, red vest, black tuxedo pants, red shoes, formal wear, eccentric high-society attire, gentleman, predatory confidence, smug, half-closed eyes, sharp gaze, looking at viewer, slight head tilt, chin raised, hand adjusting lapel, from below, cowboy shot, dutch angle, dark ballroom interior, low-key lighting, red and black palette, chandelier glint The camera sits low and close, tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at a man who fills the frame from polished red shoes to the collar of his jacket — a 34-year-old human man built like a mountain, heavy-set and broad-shouldered, thick chest and neck straining the tailored lines of the deep red tuxedo jacket. He stands on the near edge of a dark marble floor, weight settled on his back right leg, left foot advanced and turned slightly out, hips square to nothing in particular, torso rotated a quarter toward the lens so the sharp black lapels read as two hard dark blades against the red wool, the matching red vest buttoned tight over the belly and chest, black tuxedo pants breaking once over the bold red shoes. His right hand is up at his own left lapel, thumb and forefinger pinching the fold, tugging it a centimetre straighter; his left hand rests loose and heavy at his side, knuckles just brushing his thigh. His head is tipped slightly down toward the low lens, chin lifted, and he looks straight into the camera with half-lowered lids and one brow carrying a fraction more weight than the other — a slow, certain, predatory confidence, no smile, the mouth flat inside the meticulously groomed black beard and mustache that square off his sharp jawline. Short cropped black hair sits neat and close to the skull, a single strand's shadow falling across his temple from the light above. Behind him the ballroom falls away: a dim column-lined hall, a chandelier far overhead reduced to a cluster of small hard glints, deep red drapery at the edges of the frame swallowed by darkness. The only real light is a cold overhead pool from that chandelier, striking the tops of his shoulders, the ridge of his nose, the polished curve of his shoes, and the gold-thin trim at his cuff; it leaves the undersides of his jaw, the far side of his vest and the whole room behind him in near-black, one long soft shadow pooling at his feet across the marble. Where the light hits the red jacket the wool glows deep crimson; elsewhere it goes almost maroon, and the black lapels and pants vanish into the shadow except for their specular edges. The palette is red, black and the cold white of the overhead glint, nothing else admitted. Polished, dangerous, effortlessly commanding.
honey bee
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hb
1boy, solo, male, human, 34 years old, adult man, muscular, heavy-set, broad shoulders, tall, rugged handsome face, sharp jawline, black beard, black mustache, well-groomed facial hair, short hair, cropped hair, neat black hair, black hair, deep red tuxedo jacket, black lapels, red vest, black tuxedo pants, red shoes, formal wear, eccentric high-society attire, gentleman, predatory confidence, smug, half-closed eyes, sharp gaze, looking at viewer, slight head tilt, chin raised, hand adjusting lapel, from below, cowboy shot, dutch angle, dark ballroom interior, low-key lighting, red and black palette, chandelier glint The camera sits low and close, tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at a man who fills the frame from polished red shoes to the collar of his jacket — a 34-year-old human man built like a mountain, heavy-set and broad-shouldered, thick chest and neck straining the tailored lines of the deep red tuxedo jacket. He stands on the near edge of a dark marble floor, weight settled on his back right leg, left foot advanced and turned slightly out, hips square to nothing in particular, torso rotated a quarter toward the lens so the sharp black lapels read as two hard dark blades against the red wool, the matching red vest buttoned tight over the belly and chest, black tuxedo pants breaking once over the bold red shoes. His right hand is up at his own left lapel, thumb and forefinger pinching the fold, tugging it a centimetre straighter; his left hand rests loose and heavy at his side, knuckles just brushing his thigh. His head is tipped slightly down toward the low lens, chin lifted, and he looks straight into the camera with half-lowered lids and one brow carrying a fraction more weight than the other — a slow, certain, predatory confidence, no smile, the mouth flat inside the meticulously groomed black beard and mustache that square off his sharp jawline. Short cropped black hair sits neat and close to the skull, a single strand's shadow falling across his temple from the light above. Behind him the ballroom falls away: a dim column-lined hall, a chandelier far overhead reduced to a cluster of small hard glints, deep red drapery at the edges of the frame swallowed by darkness. The only real light is a cold overhead pool from that chandelier, striking the tops of his shoulders, the ridge of his nose, the polished curve of his shoes, and the gold-thin trim at his cuff; it leaves the undersides of his jaw, the far side of his vest and the whole room behind him in near-black, one long soft shadow pooling at his feet across the marble. Where the light hits the red jacket the wool glows deep crimson; elsewhere it goes almost maroon, and the black lapels and pants vanish into the shadow except for their specular edges. The palette is red, black and the cold white of the overhead glint, nothing else admitted. Polished, dangerous, effortlessly commanding.
honey bee
AI artwork
hb
1boy, solo, male, human, 34 years old, adult man, muscular, heavy-set, broad shoulders, tall, rugged handsome face, sharp jawline, black beard, black mustache, well-groomed facial hair, short hair, cropped hair, neat black hair, black hair, deep red tuxedo jacket, black lapels, red vest, black tuxedo pants, red shoes, formal wear, eccentric high-society attire, gentleman, predatory confidence, smug, half-closed eyes, sharp gaze, looking at viewer, slight head tilt, chin raised, hand adjusting lapel, from below, cowboy shot, dutch angle, dark ballroom interior, low-key lighting, red and black palette, chandelier glint The camera sits low and close, tilted a few degrees off level, looking up at a man who fills the frame from polished red shoes to the collar of his jacket — a 34-year-old human man built like a mountain, heavy-set and broad-shouldered, thick chest and neck straining the tailored lines of the deep red tuxedo jacket. He stands on the near edge of a dark marble floor, weight settled on his back right leg, left foot advanced and turned slightly out, hips square to nothing in particular, torso rotated a quarter toward the lens so the sharp black lapels read as two hard dark blades against the red wool, the matching red vest buttoned tight over the belly and chest, black tuxedo pants breaking once over the bold red shoes. His right hand is up at his own left lapel, thumb and forefinger pinching the fold, tugging it a centimetre straighter; his left hand rests loose and heavy at his side, knuckles just brushing his thigh. His head is tipped slightly down toward the low lens, chin lifted, and he looks straight into the camera with half-lowered lids and one brow carrying a fraction more weight than the other — a slow, certain, predatory confidence, no smile, the mouth flat inside the meticulously groomed black beard and mustache that square off his sharp jawline. Short cropped black hair sits neat and close to the skull, a single strand's shadow falling across his temple from the light above. Behind him the ballroom falls away: a dim column-lined hall, a chandelier far overhead reduced to a cluster of small hard glints, deep red drapery at the edges of the frame swallowed by darkness. The only real light is a cold overhead pool from that chandelier, striking the tops of his shoulders, the ridge of his nose, the polished curve of his shoes, and the gold-thin trim at his cuff; it leaves the undersides of his jaw, the far side of his vest and the whole room behind him in near-black, one long soft shadow pooling at his feet across the marble. Where the light hits the red jacket the wool glows deep crimson; elsewhere it goes almost maroon, and the black lapels and pants vanish into the shadow except for their specular edges. The palette is red, black and the cold white of the overhead glint, nothing else admitted. Polished, dangerous, effortlessly commanding.
honey bee

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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
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2#Puella Magi Madoka Magica#Madoka Kaname#Puella Magi Madoka Magica
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