character: deadpool, copyright: deadpool_(series) 1boy, solo, deadpool, red mask, white lenses, half-closed eyes, full-body realistic red and black tactical suit, textured fabric, stitched seams, scuffed red gloves, utility belt with pouches, twin katana sheathed on his back, holstered pistol on thigh, sitting on bar stool, crossed legs, bottle in left hand, lit zippo lighter in right hand, looking at viewer, bored, jitome, from below, dutch angle, cowboy shot, pub interior, fighting thugs in background, broken furniture, smoke, dim amber light The camera sits low, angled up from bar-floor level and cocked a few degrees off level, so the red figure on the stool rides the top of the frame while the brawling pub churns beneath and behind him. He is perched on a tall round-cushioned bar stool, weight thrown back onto the stool's footring, spine slumped into the backrest that isn't there — he leans anyway, one shoulder dropped lower than the other. His right leg is crossed over his left at the knee, the crossed ankle hanging slack, the boot on it turned out at an uninterested angle, and the toe of that boot dips toward the viewer's eye. The suit is movie-real, not cartoon: deep crimson and black panels over woven tactical fabric, matte and faintly sheened where the bar light hits the shoulders, every seam stitched and visibly tensioned where the slump pulls it. The mask hugs his skull, its white eyepieces filmed with grime, and through them the eyes are half-lidded to bare crescents — the stare aimed level and straight out of the picture at the viewer, unblinking, all the dead-eyed boredom of a man who has seen this exact bar fight four hundred times. The twin katana hilts rise behind his shoulders and stay sheathed; a black pistol sits holstered flat against his right thigh, untouched. His left hand wraps the neck of a squat brown beer bottle, thumb pressed flat along the glass, fingers curled firm enough that the tendons ridge under the red glove; the bottle hangs at a lazy angle and a rim of foam dries down the label. His right hand holds a brushed metal Zippo up near his chin, clicked open, the chrome lid back on its hinge, and the flame stands upright and still in the little draught — the one bright thing in the joint, throwing a wobbling orange cap of light across his knuckles, the underside of the mask's jaw, and a thin warm line down the bottle's shoulder. Everything else in the frame is warmer, murkier and further away. The American pub behind him recedes in layered depth: a long mahogany bar counter at the left with a brass rail and a row of grimy taps, neon beer signage buzzing pink-gold on the back wall, a dartboard hanging crooked, a ceiling fan turning too slowly to matter. The room is thick with smoke and warm amber pooled light from the pendant lamps. In the middle distance two heavyset thugs in leather cutts and torn shirts are locked in a shoving grapple, one with a fist cocked, another man swung a chair back over his shoulder — and the chair is already a ruin, two legs snapped, its splinters strewn across the floorboards along with a shattered bottle, a toppled stool and a spreading dark spill. One brawler is mid-stagger backward into a table, arms pinwheeling. None of them look at the camera; their eyes are all on each other, teeth bared, mouths open in shouts we cannot hear. The frame's foreground, at the very bottom, holds the gashed floorboards and a rolling empty glass, out of focus. The staging is the joke: the whole room explodes behind him in noise and broken furniture, and he does not so much as tilt his chin. The flame on the lighter leans slightly toward the open room, nudged by the draught of the brawl, the only piece of him that moves. Palette: crimson and black on the figure against burnt amber, brass and sickly pink neon in the background, the flame and the neon the only saturated lights; shadows drop hard and black under the stool, the bar and every brawler. High-contrast anime rendering, vivid saturated color blocking, bold graphic shadow shapes and sharp silhouettes, poster-loud. Deadpan comedy, effortlessly cool.somykhoshbak22#Marvel#Deadpool#Deadpool
acdeadpool\(marvel\), 1boy, mask, superhero costume, weapon, gloves, sword, red mask, belt, scar, katana, shirt, mature male, weapon on back, chest hair, scars all over, deadpool as a cyberpunk character, cyberpunk, @pd8-style, @pd8-styleAI Cover66
((4k,8k,Ultra HD)), ((Masterpiece:1.2)), ((Best quality:1.2)), ((Detailed:1.5)), ((Detailed background:1.5)), cinematic lighting, cinematic angle, soft light, color detail, backlighting, Depth of field, long exposure, light steps, intricate colors, vibrant colors, Jaeger, special_eyes, Detailed Illustration, Realistic Style, Surrealism, HDR, High Contrast, masterpiece, best quality, photorealistic, ultra realistic details, detailed skin, 8k wallpaper, real_beauty, Deadpool1024hubbards981414#Marvel#Deadpool
acdeadpool, mask, superhero costume, weapon, gloves, sword, red mask, belt, scar, katana, shirt, mature male, weapon on back, chest hair, scars all over, deadpool as a cyberpunk character, cyberpunk, cyberpunk style, <lora:cyberpunk-clothing:1>, holographic transparent clothing, rexpo, limited palette, abstract elements, colorful, gothicAI Cover33
((4k,8k,Ultra HD)), ((Masterpiece:1.2)), ((Best quality:1.2)), ((Detailed:1.5)), ((Detailed background:1.5)), cinematic lighting, cinematic angle, soft light, color detail, backlighting, Depth of field, long exposure, light steps, intricate colors, vibrant colors, Jaeger, special_eyes, Detailed Illustration, Realistic Style, Surrealism, HDR, High Contrast, masterpiece, best quality, photorealistic, ultra realistic details, detailed skin, 8k wallpaper, real_beauty, Deadpool1024hubbards9866#Marvel#Deadpool#Deadpool
hatsune miku, spider-man, vocaloid, marvel, spider-man (series), 1girl, long hair, looking at viewer, smile, open mouth, shirt, skirt, 1boy, very long hair, bare shoulders, twintails, closed eyes, outdoors, teeth, necktie, sky, sleeveless, detached sleeves, day, black skirt, blurry, blue sky, hands up, sleeveless shirt, v, bodysuit, aqua hair, ^ ^, grey shirt, animal print, facing viewer, crossover, building, double v, city, selfie, road, cityscape, aqua necktie, superhero costume, photo background, street, print bodysuitYo sekk#Hatsune Miku#Vocaloid#Homem-Aranha
dmcharacter: deadpool solo, 1girl, skeleton, deadpool, red mask with white lens eyes, red and black bodysuit, red gloves, knee pads, utility belt, skull face under the mask, crossbones motif on the chest, from below, foreshortening, close-up, kneeling, one hand planted on the ground, leaning forward, looking at viewer, head tilt, :d, open mouth, finger gun, other arm extended toward the lens A low worm's-eye close-up looks up at a single figure in a red and black mercenary bodysuit, caught in the instant after dropping to one knee. The costume is intact and worn hard: a red full-face mask stretched over a bare skull rather than skin, the white lens shapes of the eye panels sitting in empty sockets of bone, the jaw and nasal gap of the skull showing through the stretched red fabric with the teeth a pale row beneath. Below the mask the red bodysuit runs over a bony frame, black panels across the shoulders and flanks, red gloves on both hands, black knee pads and a utility belt with pouches at the waist. The right hand is planted flat on the ground beside the knee, the glove fingers splayed and taking the figure's weight; the left arm is thrown forward and up toward the lens, gloved fingers curled into a finger gun aimed straight at the viewer, the barrel foreshortened huge and slightly out of focus in the near foreground. The head tilts to one side, the white lenses locked on the viewer, the skull's teeth parted in a wide open-mouthed grin. The lean forward pushes the chest and the crossed-bone emblem toward the camera, the belt pouches hanging away from the hips. The ground is a cracked grey concrete rooftop slab, its seams running toward the bottom corners of the frame, and beyond the figure's shoulder the city drops away into a flat pale sky. A single hard low sun sits behind and to the left of the figure, rimming the red mask and the shoulder line in hot orange, throwing the front of the body into cool shadow so the white lenses read as the brightest points in the frame; the figure casts a long dark shadow forward across the concrete toward the viewer, its edges broken by the cracks. Palette is red, black and pale grey concrete with the sky a washed bone white, nothing else admitted. Late-afternoon rooftop air, grit on the ground, a loose thread at the glove seam. Effortlessly cocky, dryly comic.Dm Md#Marvel#Deadpool
