saber alter
#Breasts#blush#Dress#Cleavage#Choker#Short Hair#Blonde hair#Ribbon#Saber Alter#Cloud#Braid#Collarbone#Halterneck#Night#frills#Cityscape#Bare shoulders#Looking at viewer#Black Dress#Girl#Excalibur Morgan#Fate series#Holding#Fate/Grand Order#Medium Breasts#Closed mouth#Artoria Pendragon#Swordsman#Halter Dress#Hair bun#Entering Y2K
Di PixAI, prompt bersifat awam secara lalai, tetapi pencipta boleh menyembunyikannya pada mana-mana karya yang mereka terbitkan. Pencipta karya ini memilih untuk berbuat demikian, jadi perkataan yang digunakan untuk menjana imej ini kekal peribadi dan hanya penciptanya sahaja yang boleh melihatnya. Menyembunyikan prompt tidak mengubah apa-apa yang lain: karya ini masih awam, dan anda masih boleh menyukai, mengulas dan berkongsinya seperti biasa.
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Saber Alter
🌨☃️🌨Ömür🌨☃️🌨
Saber Alter
🌨☃️🌨Ömür🌨☃️🌨
character: saber_alter
1girl, solo, pale skin, platinum blonde hair, braided bun, black hair ribbon, sidelocks, blunt bangs, glowing yellow eyes, cold stare, looking down, looking at viewer, from below, cowboy shot, bare shoulders, strapless dress, black dress, corseted bodice, detached sleeves, black gloves, holding sword, greatsword, black blade, ruins, stone pillars, shattered ground, crimson embers, dark fantasy, dramatic lighting, rim light
Viewed from a dramatic low angle in a cowboy shot looking upward, a solitary young woman stands with imperious poise upon a field of cracked flagstones. Her weight is settled firmly on one hip, her back rigid and chin slightly raised in cold detachment. Her pale blonde hair is swept up into a tidy braided bun fastened with a wide black ribbon, leaving straight bangs and sharp sidelocks framing her alabaster face. Her piercing yellow eyes glow with a chilling intensity, casting an unwavering, disdainful glare straight down at the viewer over a closed, expressionless mouth. Both gloved hands rest atop the crossguard of an obsidian broadsword planted tip-first into the broken masonry. She wears a structured, strapless midnight-black gothic gown that leaves her shoulders and clavicles exposed, contrasted by long detached black sleeves fitted snugly from bicep to wrist, with the dark fabric of her corseted torso flaring into heavy, tiered black skirts that brush the stone floor. Overhead, distant pale moonlight glints along her hair and the crest of her bare shoulders, while an ominous crimson luminescence rises from deep fissures beneath her boots, casting harsh upward rim light and sending hot red embers floating upward against the hem of her dark hemline into the surrounding ruined gothic architecture. Regal menace.
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