AI art "The Batman who laughs ( DC )"
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The Batman who laughs ( DC )

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The Batman who laughs , dark smoke background, high detailed , red glowing eyes , Aura, rage ,, upper body, solo ,
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Rozmiar
512 x 768
Kroki próbkowania
20
Metoda próbkowania
DPM++ 2M Karras
Skala CFG
6
Niepożądane
worst quality, large head, low quality, extra digits, bad eye, EasyNegativeV2, ng_deepnegative_v1_75t

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character: the_batman_who_laughs 1man, solo, monstrous grin, sharp teeth, pale skin, black cowl, pointed bat ears, spiked visor, eyes covered, mouth open, laughing, insane expression, leather trench coat, multiple belts, straps, buckles, spiked gauntlets, clawed fingers, holding chain, heavy chains, low angle, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, ruined gothic architecture, gargoyle, swirling mist, dramatic lighting, rim lighting, high contrast, From a severe low angle with a sharp dutch tilt, a gaunt, towering figure hunches forward in explosive, manic glee. A tight-fitting black cowl encases his head, tapering into two tall, razor-edged pointed ears that slash against the dark air. A thick dark steel visor completely circles his brow and temple line, studded with an unbroken row of vicious, triangular metal spikes that entirely occlude his eyes. His chalk-white face is consumed by an impossibly wide, grotesque rictus grin, his darkened lips stretched violently back to expose pale gums and an irregular row of razor-sharp, predatory teeth caught in a shrieking cackle. His torso twists forward with one shoulder dipped; his right arm thrusts straight toward the lens with claw-tipped gloved fingers splayed wide in a grasping reach, while his left hand grips a thick, rusted iron chain coiled tightly around his forearm. The trailing links of the chain whip outward in a taut centrifugal arc, their weight suspended mid-motion. He wears a high-collared black leather duster reinforced across the chest by dense horizontal leather straps and burnished metal buckles. His heavy combat boots press down against the cracked snout of a stone gargoyle perched at the ledge of a ruined gothic tower. Thermal updrafts from the churning chasm below billow the tattered tails of his long coat into sweeping dark wings. Lighting strikes exclusively from two sources: a harsh, upward-surging crimson under-light rising from the chasm that throws deep, inverted shadows up across his hollow cheeks and the undersides of the steel spikes, countered by a brittle white-blue rim light that sharpens the top edges of the cowl and shoulder seams. Microscopic droplets of saliva catch the backlighting as they spray from his open jaw into the freezing air. Manic malevolence.
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