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- พรอมต์ต้นฉบับ
- 1girl, mature female, silver glasses, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, large breasts, silver cyber bodysuit, painful face, sexy milf, big breasts, big bum, tough, wholesome, cuddles, kisses, enormous breasts, defeat, breast torture, gigantic, heavy breathing, painful face, lay on the cyber floor, black slime blobs, surrounded, attacked on back, body attacked by lot of black blobs, black blob attacked on the face cheek, blobs attacked on arm, blobs attacked on legs, half body attacked by a lot of blobs, almost body attacked by lot of blobs, cannons from the cyber walls, 100 cannons from the walls, catwalk, big white hallway with cannons, blobs attacked, body covered by a lot of slime blobs, surrender by blobs, body covered by lot of slime blobs, lay down, face covered by slime blobs, side view,Blobbed, kronos unveiled, tar balls, covered in black sticky balls, Kronos Unveiled, Black orbs, shooting orbs, black orbs covering the body, Black orbs on body, 200 black latex blobs,Midnight(MHA),Midnight(My_Hero_Academia),impossible clothing,skintight fabric outfit,belt,garterbelts,blue eyes,black long hair,spiky hair,hero costume,Boku No Hero Academia Midnight,hair between eyes,
- ขนาด
- 1280 x 768
- ขั้นตอนการสุ่ม
- 26
- วิธีการสุ่มตัวอย่าง
- Euler a
- ค่า CFG
- 5
- ไม่ต้องการ
- nsfw, worst quality, bad quality, low quality, lowres, anatomical nonsense, artistic error, bad anatomy, interlocked fingers, extra fingers, text, artist name, signature, bad feet, extra toes, ugly, poorly drawn, censor, blurry, watermark, simple background, transparent background, old, oldest, glitch, deformed, mutated, disfigured, long body, bad hands, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, very displeasing, sketch, jpeg artifacts, username, censored, bar_censor, mosaic_censor, conjoined, bad ai-generated, nsfw, long neck, skin blemishes, skin spots, acne, the wrong limb, error, black line, excess hands
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โมเดลและ LoRA ที่ใช้
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ดูเพิ่มเติม
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1girl, solo, mature female, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, silver glasses, huge breasts, huge hips, silver bodysuit, silver gloves, silver boots, full body, running, defeated, exhausted, black slime blobs, blob balls, surrounded, attacked from every direction, covered by blobs, blob on woman, blob balls on cheek, blob balls on arm, blob balls on legs, half body covered by blobs, cannons in the wall, big white hallway, run-and-gun corridor, from below, wide shot, dutch angle, motion blur, saliva trail, asymmetrical pose, straining arm,
Seen from a low, tilted up-angle wide shot that keeps her whole figure inside the frame, a mature woman runs through a long white corridor toward the right of the picture, caught mid-stride: her left boot is planted flat, her right knee is driven up and forward, her silver-gloved right arm is flung out ahead of her shoulder with the fingers splayed as she reaches for the next stretch of floor, and her left hand is clawing back past her hip to tear at a blob wadded against her lower back. Her long black hair streams out behind her head in a single dark ribbon, lifted off her neck by her own sprint, and her huge hips roll through the stride so the silver bodysuit pulls tight across the thigh and creases at the waist. A pair of rimless silver glasses sits straight on her nose; behind the lenses her blue eyes are half-lidded and dulled, lashes low, brow pinched, mouth open in a slack exhausted gasp with one thread of saliva tracked across her cheek — she has already lost and is running on the last of herself. Black glossy blob balls are everywhere at once: one splats across her right cheek and the side of her glasses, distorting the light through the wet film; two more are latched onto her left forearm and right upper arm, sagging under their own weight and rippling with the swing of her elbows; three are wrapped around her legs, one stuck to the outside of her right boot and one dragged along the back of her left calf, and a broad slick mass coats her entire left side, chest to hip, so that half her body reads as shiny black over the silver. Each blob is a fat, translucent, glossy dark sphere with a soft highlight dome and a trailing drip, no eyes, no limbs. Deep along the corridor a row of white cylindrical cannons slide out of the wall on recessed rails, their dark muzzles aimed at her, and the walls carry rows of shallow circular ports still wet with residue. The corridor is over-scaled and empty, its white panels and floor seam lines converging to a vanishing point behind her right shoulder; she is small in it. Light comes from ceiling strip panels in a cold, even white, laying long hard shadow bars across the floor and putting a bright wet rim on every blob along the side that faces the ceiling, while the undersides of the blobs and the space under her chin sit in near-black. The floor carries the evidence: a broken line of wet black footprints where her boots have stamped through spilled slime, and a fresh shine on the panels where a blob has dragged. Palette stays strictly white, black, and silver, with the only warmth in her flushed face. Saccharine-bright, overwhelming pressure.
しんらく
し
1girl, solo, mature female, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, silver glasses, huge breasts, huge hips, silver bodysuit, silver gloves, silver boots, full body, running, defeated, exhausted, black slime blobs, blob balls, surrounded, attacked from every direction, covered by blobs, blob on woman, blob balls on cheek, blob balls on arm, blob balls on legs, half body covered by blobs, cannons in the wall, big white hallway, run-and-gun corridor, from below, wide shot, dutch angle, motion blur, saliva trail, asymmetrical pose, straining arm,
Seen from a low, tilted up-angle wide shot that keeps her whole figure inside the frame, a mature woman runs through a long white corridor toward the right of the picture, caught mid-stride: her left boot is planted flat, her right knee is driven up and forward, her silver-gloved right arm is flung out ahead of her shoulder with the fingers splayed as she reaches for the next stretch of floor, and her left hand is clawing back past her hip to tear at a blob wadded against her lower back. Her long black hair streams out behind her head in a single dark ribbon, lifted off her neck by her own sprint, and her huge hips roll through the stride so the silver bodysuit pulls tight across the thigh and creases at the waist. A pair of rimless silver glasses sits straight on her nose; behind the lenses her blue eyes are half-lidded and dulled, lashes low, brow pinched, mouth open in a slack exhausted gasp with one thread of saliva tracked across her cheek — she has already lost and is running on the last of herself. Black glossy blob balls are everywhere at once: one splats across her right cheek and the side of her glasses, distorting the light through the wet film; two more are latched onto her left forearm and right upper arm, sagging under their own weight and rippling with the swing of her elbows; three are wrapped around her legs, one stuck to the outside of her right boot and one dragged along the back of her left calf, and a broad slick mass coats her entire left side, chest to hip, so that half her body reads as shiny black over the silver. Each blob is a fat, translucent, glossy dark sphere with a soft highlight dome and a trailing drip, no eyes, no limbs. Deep along the corridor a row of white cylindrical cannons slide out of the wall on recessed rails, their dark muzzles aimed at her, and the walls carry rows of shallow circular ports still wet with residue. The corridor is over-scaled and empty, its white panels and floor seam lines converging to a vanishing point behind her right shoulder; she is small in it. Light comes from ceiling strip panels in a cold, even white, laying long hard shadow bars across the floor and putting a bright wet rim on every blob along the side that faces the ceiling, while the undersides of the blobs and the space under her chin sit in near-black. The floor carries the evidence: a broken line of wet black footprints where her boots have stamped through spilled slime, and a fresh shine on the panels where a blob has dragged. Palette stays strictly white, black, and silver, with the only warmth in her flushed face. Saccharine-bright, overwhelming pressure.
しんらく
し
1girl, solo, mature female, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, silver glasses, huge breasts, huge hips, silver bodysuit, silver gloves, silver boots, full body, running, defeated, exhausted, black slime blobs, blob balls, surrounded, attacked from every direction, covered by blobs, blob on woman, blob balls on cheek, blob balls on arm, blob balls on legs, half body covered by blobs, cannons in the wall, big white hallway, run-and-gun corridor, from below, wide shot, dutch angle, motion blur, saliva trail, asymmetrical pose, straining arm,
Seen from a low, tilted up-angle wide shot that keeps her whole figure inside the frame, a mature woman runs through a long white corridor toward the right of the picture, caught mid-stride: her left boot is planted flat, her right knee is driven up and forward, her silver-gloved right arm is flung out ahead of her shoulder with the fingers splayed as she reaches for the next stretch of floor, and her left hand is clawing back past her hip to tear at a blob wadded against her lower back. Her long black hair streams out behind her head in a single dark ribbon, lifted off her neck by her own sprint, and her huge hips roll through the stride so the silver bodysuit pulls tight across the thigh and creases at the waist. A pair of rimless silver glasses sits straight on her nose; behind the lenses her blue eyes are half-lidded and dulled, lashes low, brow pinched, mouth open in a slack exhausted gasp with one thread of saliva tracked across her cheek — she has already lost and is running on the last of herself. Black glossy blob balls are everywhere at once: one splats across her right cheek and the side of her glasses, distorting the light through the wet film; two more are latched onto her left forearm and right upper arm, sagging under their own weight and rippling with the swing of her elbows; three are wrapped around her legs, one stuck to the outside of her right boot and one dragged along the back of her left calf, and a broad slick mass coats her entire left side, chest to hip, so that half her body reads as shiny black over the silver. Each blob is a fat, translucent, glossy dark sphere with a soft highlight dome and a trailing drip, no eyes, no limbs. Deep along the corridor a row of white cylindrical cannons slide out of the wall on recessed rails, their dark muzzles aimed at her, and the walls carry rows of shallow circular ports still wet with residue. The corridor is over-scaled and empty, its white panels and floor seam lines converging to a vanishing point behind her right shoulder; she is small in it. Light comes from ceiling strip panels in a cold, even white, laying long hard shadow bars across the floor and putting a bright wet rim on every blob along the side that faces the ceiling, while the undersides of the blobs and the space under her chin sit in near-black. The floor carries the evidence: a broken line of wet black footprints where her boots have stamped through spilled slime, and a fresh shine on the panels where a blob has dragged. Palette stays strictly white, black, and silver, with the only warmth in her flushed face. Saccharine-bright, overwhelming pressure.
しんらく
し
1girl, solo, mature female, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, silver glasses, huge breasts, huge hips, silver bodysuit, silver gloves, silver boots, full body, running, defeated, exhausted, black slime blobs, blob balls, surrounded, attacked from every direction, covered by blobs, blob on woman, blob balls on cheek, blob balls on arm, blob balls on legs, half body covered by blobs, cannons in the wall, big white hallway, run-and-gun corridor, from below, wide shot, dutch angle, motion blur, saliva trail, asymmetrical pose, straining arm,
Seen from a low, tilted up-angle wide shot that keeps her whole figure inside the frame, a mature woman runs through a long white corridor toward the right of the picture, caught mid-stride: her left boot is planted flat, her right knee is driven up and forward, her silver-gloved right arm is flung out ahead of her shoulder with the fingers splayed as she reaches for the next stretch of floor, and her left hand is clawing back past her hip to tear at a blob wadded against her lower back. Her long black hair streams out behind her head in a single dark ribbon, lifted off her neck by her own sprint, and her huge hips roll through the stride so the silver bodysuit pulls tight across the thigh and creases at the waist. A pair of rimless silver glasses sits straight on her nose; behind the lenses her blue eyes are half-lidded and dulled, lashes low, brow pinched, mouth open in a slack exhausted gasp with one thread of saliva tracked across her cheek — she has already lost and is running on the last of herself. Black glossy blob balls are everywhere at once: one splats across her right cheek and the side of her glasses, distorting the light through the wet film; two more are latched onto her left forearm and right upper arm, sagging under their own weight and rippling with the swing of her elbows; three are wrapped around her legs, one stuck to the outside of her right boot and one dragged along the back of her left calf, and a broad slick mass coats her entire left side, chest to hip, so that half her body reads as shiny black over the silver. Each blob is a fat, translucent, glossy dark sphere with a soft highlight dome and a trailing drip, no eyes, no limbs. Deep along the corridor a row of white cylindrical cannons slide out of the wall on recessed rails, their dark muzzles aimed at her, and the walls carry rows of shallow circular ports still wet with residue. The corridor is over-scaled and empty, its white panels and floor seam lines converging to a vanishing point behind her right shoulder; she is small in it. Light comes from ceiling strip panels in a cold, even white, laying long hard shadow bars across the floor and putting a bright wet rim on every blob along the side that faces the ceiling, while the undersides of the blobs and the space under her chin sit in near-black. The floor carries the evidence: a broken line of wet black footprints where her boots have stamped through spilled slime, and a fresh shine on the panels where a blob has dragged. Palette stays strictly white, black, and silver, with the only warmth in her flushed face. Saccharine-bright, overwhelming pressure.
しんらく
ผู้ใช้แนะนำ
ที่คุณอาจชอบ
ᯓ★ ⚡ ♡ ᯓ★
(mai)
Winter joy in the snow
FriddaTiss
kyramisu
2
logos
ᯓᯓ 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞
Hu Tao
KanKan Matcha
Tilith, the Goddess of Magical Star
entrophee_E:
푸른 물결 속의 신비로운 소녀
조개
X-Ray • Verina
ichikiki
anime
𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒
miku
𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒
samsara asura
ᯓᯓ 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞
🧣🚉 🪐 ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧
(mai)
❄️Lolicia❄️
weirdcore...
ᯓᯓ 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞
HaruYuu 02
uzukun
reunited at last
ᯓᯓ 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞
₊˚⊹♡ 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 ♡⊹˚₊
●♡⃝ 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝔂•ʚїɞ.𝕏𝕠
...
Tofu
3
...
Tofu
2
₊˚ ꒰ᐢ. .ᐢ꒱ 🍓🍞 ✧
(mai)
character: kaname_madoka_(magical_girl), copyright: mahou_shoujo_madoka_magica
Kaname Madoka from Puella Magi Madoka Magica, pink twin tails tied with deep red ribbons, wearing her iconic magical girl costume, white corset-like bodice with delicate back lacing, voluminous layered white and pale pink ruffled skirt, crimson ribbons flowing loosely around her body, viewed from behind at a three-quarter angle, seated with her back gracefully arched, both arms extending naturally downward behind her back, one hand gently holding the opposite wrist, clearly separated hands, relaxed slender fingers, five distinct fingers on each hand, natural finger spacing, anatomically correct wrists, elegant delicate hands, visible knuckles, softly curved fingers, hands clearly visible against the white skirt, unobstructed hand silhouette, accurate hand anatomy, head tilted far backward, chin raised toward the darkness, face mostly hidden, elegant elongated silhouette, delicate exposed shoulders, soft loose strands of pink hair, dramatic asymmetrical composition, close medium shot, large skirt filling the lower frame, dark almost black background, dramatic directional lighting, pale ivory highlights, muted dusty pink, cold gray shadows, rich crimson accents, strong contrast between luminous fabric and deep darkness, thick impasto oil painting, expressive visible brushstrokes, heavy layered paint, rough palette knife texture, sculptural paint strokes, painterly edges, textured canvas, loose gestural painting, rich tactile surface, dramatic chiaroscuro, melancholic atmosphere, haunting beauty, full bleed composition, edge-to-edge artwork, no borders, no frame, textured illustration, grainy texture, crayon texture, chalky brushwork, impasto strokes, bold color blocking, stylized anime, flat shading, dry brush effect, atmospheric lighting, soft glow highlights, rough painterly anime style, visible textured brushstrokes, heavy impasto texture, scratchy charcoal-like linework, expressive gestural strokes, smudged edges, desaturated base tones with aggressive high-contrast color, sketch style, rough brushstroke
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Sg75
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Tofu
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