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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死貴
死貴
semi-realistic anime style, soft shading, painterly rendering, smooth skin, detailed face, defined muscles, Illustration, soft color palette, detailed clothing, beautiful eyes, clean lineart, solo, man, long black hair, red eyes, long bangs covering eyes, wearing a black mask over a torn mouth, wearing a red-black coat, holding a large scythe, messy hair, high quality, high resolution, detail illustration, clean outlines, smooth shading, very aesthetic, pale color, flat shading, delicate illustration
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1boy, solo, athletic, red hair, short spiky hair, black eyes, glowing eyes, red spiral eyes, serious, intense gaze, looking at viewer, mercenary suit, tactical harness, straps, red jacket, open jacket, scarf, tattered scarf, fingerless gloves, holding scythe, large scythe, blood on weapon, blood splatters, red aura, energy aura, sparks, glowing, from below, low angle, three-quarters view, cowboy shot, rubble, shattered stone, dark atmosphere
From a sharp low angle looking up, an athletic boy stands firmly planted with his weight shifted forward, fixing an unyielding, serious glare down at the viewer. His short, spiky red hair whips backward in a turbulent updraft. Within his face, his irises are pitch black, illuminated from within by continuous, tightly wound crimson spirals that cast a vibrant red luminescence over his brow and cheekbones. He wears a fitted black mercenary combat suit reinforced with utility straps, ballistic plating, and fingerless gloves, over which an open red military jacket billows away from his shoulders. A long, ragged crimson scarf is coiled around his neck, its fraying tails streaming horizontally behind him. His gloved right hand grips the dark steel haft of a massive crescent scythe, holding the weapon diagonally across his body with knuckles flexed white, while fresh crimson blood coats the curve of the scythe's edge and drips in clean beads toward the cracked stone slabs beneath his combat boots. Ribbons of crackling red energy spiral aggressively around his left forearm and the scythe's blade, casting harsh scarlet light across the black tactical fabric and leaving deep, crisp shadows in the folds of his clothing. The ruined pavement around him is stained with scattered dark red droplets, surrounded by drifting smoke and embers. Predatory intensity.
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