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盗賊の浩介その2
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盗賊の浩介
知っている方大好き深淵卿です！ 盗賊にしては綺麗だけど、結構かっこよく仕上がったと思います！
Paparkan Parameter
- Saiz
- 768 x 1280
- Langkah Pensampelan
- 28
- Kaedah Pensampelan
- Euler a
- Skala CFG
- 5
- 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, nsfw, long neck, skin blemishes, skin spots, acne, the wrong limb, error, black line, excess hands
Model & LoRA yang digunakan
Imej Serupa
Papar lagi
anime illustration, great quality, best quality. Against a vast, windswept plains horizon at dusk, a solitary armored silhouette strides toward a distant ruin bathed in final rim-light. His left arm hangs forward with fingers loosely curled as if counting memories; his right arm holds a dark banner snapping in the breeze. His cloak, tattered and threadbare at the hem, billows behind, revealing the jagged cracks and rivets that spiral up from his boots. A faint purple sheen highlights the countless fine scars and micro-detailed nicks etched across his breastplate, catching glints of the setting sun like tiny prismatic reflections. Barrel-shaped clouds drift overhead, tinged in lavender-golden light, while a low-angle shot accentuates the monumental scale of both the solitary figure and the lands he traverses, treating every minute scuff, stitch, and dust mote with hyper-detailed realism.
ALONES
adventurer
No one
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anime illustration, great quality, best quality. Against a vast, windswept plains horizon at dusk, a solitary armored silhouette strides toward a distant ruin bathed in final rim-light. His left arm hangs forward with fingers loosely curled as if counting memories; his right arm holds a dark banner snapping in the breeze. His cloak, tattered and threadbare at the hem, billows behind, revealing the jagged cracks and rivets that spiral up from his boots. A faint purple sheen highlights the countless fine scars and micro-detailed nicks etched across his breastplate, catching glints of the setting sun like tiny prismatic reflections. Barrel-shaped clouds drift overhead, tinged in lavender-golden light, while a low-angle shot accentuates the monumental scale of both the solitary figure and the lands he traverses, treating every minute scuff, stitch, and dust mote with hyper-detailed realism.
ALONES
