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Sangetan SCDO

me interese por la IA (inteligencia artificial) porque no tengo talento para dibujar por mi mismo (lo intente todo y no puedo dibujar ni un árbol), pero me intereso mucho las ilustraciones, FanArts, mangas y Personajes Originales (O.C.), etc. Así que aquí estoy, Probando algo nuevo

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tristana (girls und panzer), teenage, 17 years old, (brown-skinned female:1.7), kogal, green eyes, reddish-brown hair, short hair, bob cut, swept bangs, large breasts, intricate detailed, detailed skin texture, masterpiece, very aesthetic, best quality, highres, absurdres, shiny and normal, 1girl, solo, breasts, looking at viewer, blush, open mouth, shirt, bare shoulders, white shirt, collarbone, shoes, outdoors, shorts, day, armpits, :o, short shorts, black shorts, squatting, tank top, surprised, casual, bike shorts, wide-eyed, white tank top, hand on own knee
Nov 1, 2026 11:07 AM
#สาวปิ๊ง! ซิ่งแทงค์
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character: tristana_(girls_und_panzer), copyright: girls_und_panzer 1girl, solo, tristana \(girls und panzer\), (brown-skinned female:1.7), dark skin, green eyes, reddish-brown hair, short hair, bob cut, swept bangs, ahoge, large breasts, teenage, 17 years old, kogal, jewelry, purple dress, frilled dress, nightgown, sleeveless, frills, bare arms, barefoot, lying, on stomach, on bed, bed sheet, arm pillow, outstretched arm, pointing at viewer, looking at viewer, grin, seductive smile, seductive gaze, musical note, blurry foreground, depth of field, detailed skin texture, intricate detail, from above, close-up, dutch angle, head tilt, one eye half-closed, upper teeth showing, The camera hangs above the bed and looks down the length of her, tipped a few degrees off vertical so the mattress rolls diagonally through the frame. She lies on her stomach on a wide bed of cream sheets, hips slightly to the right of centre, chest propped just off the mattress on the bend of her own stacked arms; her head rests sideways on that arm pillow, cheek flattened against her forearm, chin turned up and back toward the lens. Her right arm is the pillow — elbow drawn in, forearm crossing under her jaw, the other hand's fingers curled loosely into the sheet beside her cheek; her left arm is flung out long across the quilt, shoulder lifted off the sheet, index finger extended straight at the viewer, the foreshortened hand the nearest thing in frame. A camera-near corner of a pillow and a fold of sheet sit out of focus across the lower left, soft as fog, and the focus plane lands on her eyes and the point of her finger while the far end of the bed blurs away. Her reddish-brown hair is a short bob with blunt ends hugging her jaw, swept bangs combed across her forehead; one strand has fallen forward across the cheekbone and her ahoge springs up and forward off the crown, its tip quivering above the blurred bedding. Eyes half-lidded, green and catching a small hard glint, fixed dead on the viewer; one brow arched, a lopsided grin splitting into a seductive smile with a sliver of teeth, a huff of held breath lifting the sheet-scented air. The sleeveless purple nightgown is thin, frilled at the shoulder line and hem, its straps slipping off one bare shoulder while the fabric falls open along the mattress so the weight of her chest is pressed flat beneath it, gathering in creases at the waist where the sheet creases press back. Both arms bare, skin rendered matte and warm with visible texture — fine grain at the shoulders, a shine along the collarbone, the faint stipple of goosebumps on the forearm under the jaw. A single gold chain swings loose from her throat and catches a point of light, a thin bracelet sits at the wrist of the flung-out arm, a small hoop in the ear turned to the lens; her feet are bare behind her, one ankle crossed over the other above the hem, soles toward the top edge. The only light is the low bedside lamp off frame left, warm amber, raking across the sheet and laying a long soft shadow of her outstretched arm onto the quilt behind it; the far corner of the bed sinks into brown darkness, and the sheet folds glow at their ridges and go deep blue-purple in their troughs — the whole frame is purple, cream, gold and warm brown skin, nothing else admitted. Two small dark musical notes float above her shoulder, one sharp and near, one blurred and drifting near the pillow. Intimate, teasing.
Nov 1, 2026 11:07 AM
#สาวปิ๊ง! ซิ่งแทงค์
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character: tristana_(girls_und_panzer), copyright: girls_und_panzer 1girl, solo, (brown-skinned female:1.7), dark skin, green eyes, reddish-brown hair, short hair, bob cut, blunt ends, swept bangs, large breasts, cleavage, collarbone, thick thighs, black shirt, crew neck, brown bomber jacket, bomber jacket, open jacket, denim shorts, white thighhighs, kogal, smile, open mouth, from side, profile, looking to the side, movie theater hallway, poster (object), computer, standing, weight on one leg, hand on hip, leaning slightly forward, head tilt, wall-mounted poster frame, concession counter, digital signage, purple and red cinema lighting, detailed skin texture, intricate detailed, masterpiece, very aesthetic, best quality, highres, absurdres, A pure side view of one girl standing in a movie theater hallway, her body in profile facing the right edge of the frame with her left shoulder toward the camera. She is seventeen, dark brown skin carrying a warm sheen where the hallway lights graze her temple, cheekbone and the tops of her shoulders. Her reddish-brown hair is cut short in a bob with blunt ends at the jaw, swept bangs laid across her forehead and lifting a little off her brow as she tips her head up toward a framed poster on the wall. Her green eyes are turned to the right and slightly up, fixed on the poster's lower edge, and the corner of her open mouth pulls wide so the smile shows teeth; one brow rides higher than the other. She stands with her weight on her right leg, left knee bent and left hip dropped, her right hand pressed flat on her hip above the denim shorts, her left arm relaxed and slightly swung back. Her black crew-neck shirt has a round ribbed collar sitting low on a bare collarbone, and a deep V of cleavage pushed up above the neckline. Over it, an open brown bomber jacket is unzipped, its ribbed brown collar folded back behind her neck, cuffs bunched at her wrists, the jacket hem ending at her waist. Denim shorts with faint washed-out whiskering close high on her hips, and white thighhighs pull taut over her thick thighs, their tops leaving a clean pale band against bare brown skin; she wears nothing else on her legs. She is mid-hallway: behind her the corridor recedes with a red carpet runner along its center, and at her back a concession counter glows, a cash register computer on it with its screen tilted toward her shoulder, small in the background and half obscured by her jacket. To her right, on the wall she is looking at, a big poster is mounted in a black frame inside the hallway — its surface glossy, its imagery and fine-print credits illegible from this angle, one corner puckered where the paper has lifted slightly off the backing. Vertical poster-light strips throw alternating bands of red and deep purple down the corridor; the strongest of them catches the front edge of her face and the ridge of her collarbone while leaving the back of her bob in shadow, and her body throws a soft, blurred shadow onto the red carpet, stretched long to the left and falling along the runner's seams rather than across them. The far end of the hallway dissolves into darkness beyond the last poster light. Palette held to warm brown skin, reddish-brown hair, black shirt, brown leather, indigo denim, white legwear, and the red-purple cinema glow, nothing else. Sharp focus on her face, hands and the contact of jacket cuff on wrist, with the corridor softening into bokeh. Bright, unhurried, effortlessly cool.
Nov 1, 2026 11:06 AM
#สาวปิ๊ง! ซิ่งแทงค์
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character: tristana_(girls_und_panzer), copyright: girls_und_panzer 1girl, solo, (brown-skinned female:1.7), kogal, green eyes, reddish-brown hair, short hair, bob cut, swept bangs, blunt ends, large breasts, thick thighs, black shirt, crew neck, brown bomber jacket, bomber jacket, collarbone, cleavage, denim, denim shorts, white thighhighs, wink, one eye closed, heart hands, open mouth, smile, looking at viewer, from side, hallway, movie theater, poster (object), computer, intricate detailed, detailed skin texture, masterpiece, very aesthetic, best quality, highres, absurdres, Seen from the side in a narrow cinema hallway, her body turned mostly toward the wall of frames while her head swivels back over her right shoulder so both green eyes land on the viewer. She stands in three-quarter profile, weight settled into her left hip with the left thigh bearing down and the right leg lazy and slightly crossed in front, white thighhighs stretched taut over the thick thighs and stopping well short of the denim shorts hem, denim blue brushing the black crew-neck shirt where it tucks in. The brown bomber jacket is unzipped and shoved back off the shoulders, its ribbed cuffs bunched at her wrists, and between the open jacket edges the black shirt's crew neck rides low — a bare collarbone shelf above a deep cleavage line the fabric pulls tight across her large breasts. Her right hand lifts beside her cheek in a heart gesture, thumb and forefinger curled into the shape, the fingertips just short of her jaw; her left arm hangs with the hand loose against the hallway's dark dado rail, knuckles grazing it. Chin tipped up, one eye squeezed shut in a wink while the other holds the viewer, mouth open in a wide grin with the upper teeth catching the light, and the earned mischief of the kogal look sits in the way her tongue presses behind that grin. Reddish-brown bob swings as the head turns, the swept bangs lifting off her brow and the blunt ends flicking out across the jawline, one strand catching on the jacket collar. The hallway runs from the lower left of the frame into the upper right, deep red patterned carpet underfoot, walls of dark maroon panelling studded with evenly spaced glass poster frames whose backlit faces throw pale rectangles onto the corridor's shadow. The midground poster nearest her shoulder carries a bold display title reading "MIDNIGHT RUN" on a single line, a smaller subtitle beneath it reading "only in theaters", the lettering warped slightly by the convex glass and cut by the frame's diagonal edge where her shoulder overlaps it; all other signage down the corridor blurs into illegible colour. Further along the wall, an unlit movie theater ticket kiosk counter with a black computer terminal and a small glowing monitor stands at the bend, screen facing away from her. Light comes from the poster boxes and a low ceiling strip: cool white from the left poster glass painting a clean edge down the side of her face and shoulder, warm amber from the strip landing on the crown of her hair and the top of the jacket collar, the rest of the hallway falling into deep sticky darkness behind her. Palette held tight — maroon, black, denim blue, the warm brown of leather and hair, brown skin glowing against it, and a single flare of poster-white and poster-red. On the convex glass in front of her, her reflection is smaller, dimmer and softer than she is, and it lags half a step behind her wink. Cheeky, effortlessly stylish.
Nov 1, 2026 11:05 AM
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