Paparkan Parameter
- Prompt Asal
- 1girl,A pot of curry,An apron stained with curry,Light blue short hair,Panicked face,tears
- Mod
- pro
- Tag Kualiti
- ﹝Arahan﹞
- Saiz
- 1104 x 1824
- Negatif
- lowres, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, explicit
Pembantu Prompt
Model & LoRA yang digunakan
Imej Serupa
Papar lagiえーんえーん
らて
2
Glossy finish, delicate and vivid line art, 24k, high resolution, masterpiece, youthfulness, strong lighting, cutest in the world, vivid colors, soft line art, powerful line art, colored line art, colorful and cute line art, gradient, solo, close-up of expression, one person, completed illustration, best quality, 24k, masterpiece, accurate body structure, 2-year-old, girl, chubby limbs, crying, red cheeks.
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カレーを待ちきれない!ピンク髪の女の子
ごんすけ
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character: wakaba_mutsumi
1girl, solo, long hair, blue hair, sidelocks, disheveled hair, yellow eyes, close-up, from above, dutch angle, crying, bawling, wailing, sobbing, open mouth, crying with eyes open, tears, tears streaming down, tear tracks, grief, despair, clutching chest, clenched hands, trembling, hunched shoulders, dark dress, long sleeves, dark background, pitch black, dimly lit, overhead light, rim light, dramatic lighting, high contrast
From above in an intimate close-up with a slight dutch angle, a lone girl breaks down in uncontrollable grief against an oppressive, pitch-black void. Her long, disheveled blue hair spills downward around her face in uneven sidelocks, with stray damp strands plastered across her wet temples and cheeks. Her head is tilted slightly back and up, her brows sharply angled inward in acute agony while her wide, glassy yellow eyes brim with pooling liquid that continuously spills over. Heavy, unbroken tear tracks glisten down her flushed cheeks, and her trembling mouth is wrenched wide open in a ragged, vocal wail, exposing her lower teeth as she gasps for air mid-sob. Her shoulders hunch inward defensively as both hands, white-knuckled and shaking, clutch desperately at the dark fabric over her chest, crumpling the cloth tightly against her sternum. A single harsh, cool-toned overhead spotlight pierces the absolute darkness directly from above, carving sharp downward shadows beneath her brow bone, nose, and chin, and illuminating the glistening teardrops that detach from the curve of her jaw to hang momentarily suspended in the cold beam before falling into blackness. The palette is strictly bounded to deep navy blues, pitch blacks, pale skin, and stark white specular glints along the wet contours of her face. Raw heartbreak.
Zaran
Komen