The meat

Among a feast of flesh, the flesh is transcended.

Opublikowano Mar 22, 2026

Bellandrina

Oekaki board style, PaintBBS style, cyberpunk_(series), In a semi-realistic anime illustration, the cyberpunk reveler, a young male with neon-purple hair and glowing circuit tattoos pulsing along his neck, sprawls across the center of a long wooden table in a barbaric feast scene, captured in a medium shot from a slightly elevated angle. He lies amidst half-eaten roasted meats, overflowing tankards, and stains of old wine and grease, his head slamming against a cracked monitor screen fizzing with static; wires erupt from ports at his temples and spine, connected to a grotesque brass-and-glass bellows device cranked by a robed monk nearby, sparks flying from his fingertips while his prosthetic eye projects glitching data streams onto the smoky ceiling above; he vomits a thin yellow stream onto his torn clothes as his raw cries of anguish echo. The atmosphere is hellish with torchlight, pulsating pink neon from a synth-noodles sign, bass-thumping city drone, minimal shading, unique watercolor blending, solid composition, simple background, detailed skin, ultra-detailed face, smooth natural tones, great quality, best quality.

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Oryginalny prompt: ゴシックメイク、パンクな黒さ、赤い唇、胸にシルバーのリボン、シャツのボタンを飛ばそうとする、Oekaki board style, PaintBBS style, The cyberpunk reveler is the centerpiece of a barbaric feast. He is sprawled across a long wooden table stained with old wine and grease, amidst half-eaten roasted meats and overflowing tankards. His neon-purple hair is a shocking contrast to the torchlight. Glowing circuit tattoos pulse weakly along his neck. Wires erupt from ports at his temples and spine, connecting him not to a network, but to a grotesque, bellows-driven device of brass and glass that whirs and clicks as a monk in rough-spun robes turns a crank, causing sparks to fly from the boy’s fingertips. His prosthetic eye projects a fragmented, glitching stream of data—advertisements, communication logs, weapon schematics—onto the smoky ceiling above the cheering, his head slamming against a cracked monitor screen that fizzles with static. He vomits a thin, yellow stream that spatters over his torn clothes and the flickering neon sign advertising synth-noodles that bathes the scene in a hellish, pulsating pink. His cries are not words, but raw, animal sounds of chemical anguish, swallowed by the relentless, bass-thumping drone of the city above, minimal shading, unique watercolor blending, solid composition, simple background, 4k, semi-realistic, detailed skin, ultra detailed face, smooth, natural tone
Tryb: standard
Rozmiar: 1024 x 1024
Watermark: On