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Sadako Yamamura
ภาพ AI "Sadako Yamamura" โดย Ixtab maxin บน PixAI สร้างด้วย Plant Milk 🌿 - Model Suite
ดูพารามิเตอร์
- พรอมต์ต้นฉบับ
- (two Sadako Yamamura inspired:1.3) (masterpiece:1.3), (best quality:1.3), ultra-detailed, 8k, photorealistic, 1girl, (:contentReference[oaicite:0]{index=0} inspired:1.3),(tow Sadako Yamamura inspired:1.3) aesthetic, lipstick, big lips full body, front-facing pose, body facing the viewer, elegant standing pose, weight resting on one leg, one leg slightly forward, hips subtly pushed to one side, pronounced waist curve, subtle lower back arch, torso upright with big chest naturally projected forward, shoulders relaxed, head facing the viewer, intense confident gaze, one hand resting on the waist, the other hand placed softly on the lower abdomen or hip, long legs, graceful feminine silhouette, confident fashion pose, natural body balance hair: ultra long jet-black hair, straight silky hair, thick heavy strands, slightly messy texture, damp hair appearance, hair flowing naturally, uneven loose strands, partially covering the face, hair obscuring one or both eyes, dark reflective highlights, ghostly movement in the hair, cinematic hair strands, supernatural eerie elegance outfit: elegant fitted long-sleeve open blouse, soft premium fabric, slightly loose upper fit, tucked styling, micro-mini high-waisted pencil skirt, body-hugging silhouette, side slit detail, smooth satin-like texture, refined feminine fashion, sophisticated evening style, extremely long hair at the floor Black eyes with bright red outline intense light surrounding their eyebrows Black blood shutting from his lips by sneaking through the middle of his torso Se proyecta detras de Sadako su dopplerganger environment: massive cosmic bedroom suspended in deep space, dark gothic interior merged with celestial architecture, enormous panoramic windows revealing infinite galaxies, swirling nebula clouds illuminating the room with blue, violet, and crimson cosmic light, floating stardust particles in the air, black marble floor reflecting celestial light, ancient obsidian walls engraved with mystical symbols, gravity distortions creating slowly floating objects, soft atmospheric mist drifting across the floor, massive circular bed surrounded by dark silk curtains, glowing cosmic energy veins running through the walls, distant supernova explosions visible in space, moonlight mixed with blue ambient glow, deep purple shadows, cinematic volumetric lighting, haunting sensual atmosphere, supernatural cosmic pink horror mood, ultra detailed textures, epic cinematic composition,aesthetic, lipstick, big lips, long eyelashes ,cute,ISadako, hair over eyes,(1girl, 白佳貞:Baek Ga in,purple eyes,glossy eyes, hair clip,purple hair, long hair,small face,pink lips, mature woman body,curvy body,defined waistline,thin eyebrows,small black ornamental tattoo on left collarbone,)(衣服:white crop top,black jacket,Black leather mini skirt, black pantyhose,Thigh ring,Off-shoulder,clavicle,)
- ขนาด
- 1280 x 720
- ขั้นตอนการสุ่ม
- 29
- วิธีการสุ่มตัวอย่าง
- Euler
- ค่า CFG
- 6.1
- ไม่ต้องการ
- bad quality, worst quality, lowres, jpeg artifacts, bad anatomy, bad hands, multiple views, signature, watermark, censored, ugly, messy
ปรับหน้า
โมเดลและ LoRA ที่ใช้
รูปภาพคล้ายกัน
ดูเพิ่มเติม
し
side view, full body, solo, mature female, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, silver glasses, huge breasts, huge hips, silver bodysuit, silver gloves, silver boots, lying on floor, on back, running, reaching upward, defeated, sad, crying, tears, grimace, surrender, black slime blobs, covered in slime, black slime on face, black slime on cheek, black slime on arms, black slime on legs, black slime on back, surrounded by blobs, many blobs, restrained by blobs, shiny skin, sweat, wet clothes, trembling, clenched teeth, looking up, catwalk, big white hallway, 100 wall cannons, wide shot, from side, dutch angle, high detail, cinematic lighting
The camera sits low and level with the catwalk itself, a true side view of a single woman stretched on the floor of the corridor, the frame running the full length of her body from her silver boots at the lower left to her long black hair fanned loose across the polished walkway at the upper right. She lies on her back, her spine arched up off the floor and her hip and shoulder blades the only points of contact, her huge hips shifting her weight hard to one side and her knees drawn halfway up while one long leg tries to kick free — she is caught in the same half second as her run, her body still carrying the forward momentum of a sprint that has already collapsed into a fall. Her silver-gloved arm reaches up and back over her head, the fingers spread and straining toward the tall ceiling, and the other arm is pinned across her chest. Her mature face is turned along the catwalk in profile, her blue eyes wide and wet behind the silver glasses that sit slightly crooked on the bridge of her nose, tears sliding sideways from the outer corner of her eye into the loose strands of her black hair; her mouth is pulled open in a sob and one brow knotted as she stares up past the cannons.
Black slime blobs come down the walls and up through the gaps in the walkway on every side of her. They swarm her back in one glossy mass, wedging under her shoulder blade and hooking around her waist to peel her arched spine farther off the floor; they wrap her reaching arm from wrist to elbow and drag it back; they coil around both silver-booted legs in rings and clamp her ankle down. A small blob clings to her cheek just under the rim of her glasses, drawn thin and webbed where her face moves against it. There are far too many to count — some the size of fists, some the size of her torso, all the same deep lacquered black with wet highlights. About half her body disappears beneath an uneven blanket of them, and a larger one is already climbing over her jaw and closing across her cheek and chin, spreading over her mouth and up over her nose. She has given up: the flicker of struggle in her hand is the last flicker, and the rest of her has gone limp on the floor.
The hallway is a long vaulted run of white stone with a high polished catwalk down its center, and both interior walls are set with a regular grid of a hundred cannon barrels, every muzzle aimed inward and down toward the spot where she has fallen. Their metal shapes are silhouetted dark against the pale walls. The room is lit from above — a single broad shaft of soft white light from high in the vault falls straight down and catches the top edges of the cannons and the walkway; the undersides of her body, her bent knees and the inside of the corridor floor fall into gentle gray shadow. Her reflection stretches long and distorted in the wet polish under her, darker and softer than she is. The palette is silver, white, and black — silver suit, gloves and boots with clean specular sweep across their curves, white walls, and everything else rendered in glossy black slime — with only her blue eyes and the faint warmth of her cheeks lifting out of the cold scheme, all polished and airbrushed in a mature anime style with soft smooth gradients and almost invisible brushwork. Desperate defeat.
しんらく
し
side view, full body, solo, mature female, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, silver glasses, huge breasts, huge hips, silver bodysuit, silver gloves, silver boots, lying on floor, on back, running, reaching upward, defeated, sad, crying, tears, grimace, surrender, black slime blobs, covered in slime, black slime on face, black slime on cheek, black slime on arms, black slime on legs, black slime on back, surrounded by blobs, many blobs, restrained by blobs, shiny skin, sweat, wet clothes, trembling, clenched teeth, looking up, catwalk, big white hallway, 100 wall cannons, wide shot, from side, dutch angle, high detail, cinematic lighting
The camera sits low and level with the catwalk itself, a true side view of a single woman stretched on the floor of the corridor, the frame running the full length of her body from her silver boots at the lower left to her long black hair fanned loose across the polished walkway at the upper right. She lies on her back, her spine arched up off the floor and her hip and shoulder blades the only points of contact, her huge hips shifting her weight hard to one side and her knees drawn halfway up while one long leg tries to kick free — she is caught in the same half second as her run, her body still carrying the forward momentum of a sprint that has already collapsed into a fall. Her silver-gloved arm reaches up and back over her head, the fingers spread and straining toward the tall ceiling, and the other arm is pinned across her chest. Her mature face is turned along the catwalk in profile, her blue eyes wide and wet behind the silver glasses that sit slightly crooked on the bridge of her nose, tears sliding sideways from the outer corner of her eye into the loose strands of her black hair; her mouth is pulled open in a sob and one brow knotted as she stares up past the cannons.
Black slime blobs come down the walls and up through the gaps in the walkway on every side of her. They swarm her back in one glossy mass, wedging under her shoulder blade and hooking around her waist to peel her arched spine farther off the floor; they wrap her reaching arm from wrist to elbow and drag it back; they coil around both silver-booted legs in rings and clamp her ankle down. A small blob clings to her cheek just under the rim of her glasses, drawn thin and webbed where her face moves against it. There are far too many to count — some the size of fists, some the size of her torso, all the same deep lacquered black with wet highlights. About half her body disappears beneath an uneven blanket of them, and a larger one is already climbing over her jaw and closing across her cheek and chin, spreading over her mouth and up over her nose. She has given up: the flicker of struggle in her hand is the last flicker, and the rest of her has gone limp on the floor.
The hallway is a long vaulted run of white stone with a high polished catwalk down its center, and both interior walls are set with a regular grid of a hundred cannon barrels, every muzzle aimed inward and down toward the spot where she has fallen. Their metal shapes are silhouetted dark against the pale walls. The room is lit from above — a single broad shaft of soft white light from high in the vault falls straight down and catches the top edges of the cannons and the walkway; the undersides of her body, her bent knees and the inside of the corridor floor fall into gentle gray shadow. Her reflection stretches long and distorted in the wet polish under her, darker and softer than she is. The palette is silver, white, and black — silver suit, gloves and boots with clean specular sweep across their curves, white walls, and everything else rendered in glossy black slime — with only her blue eyes and the faint warmth of her cheeks lifting out of the cold scheme, all polished and airbrushed in a mature anime style with soft smooth gradients and almost invisible brushwork. Desperate defeat.
しんらく
し
side view, full body, solo, mature female, black hair, long hair, blue eyes, silver glasses, huge breasts, huge hips, silver bodysuit, silver gloves, silver boots, lying on floor, on back, running, reaching upward, defeated, sad, crying, tears, grimace, surrender, black slime blobs, covered in slime, black slime on face, black slime on cheek, black slime on arms, black slime on legs, black slime on back, surrounded by blobs, many blobs, restrained by blobs, shiny skin, sweat, wet clothes, trembling, clenched teeth, looking up, catwalk, big white hallway, 100 wall cannons, wide shot, from side, dutch angle, high detail, cinematic lighting
The camera sits low and level with the catwalk itself, a true side view of a single woman stretched on the floor of the corridor, the frame running the full length of her body from her silver boots at the lower left to her long black hair fanned loose across the polished walkway at the upper right. She lies on her back, her spine arched up off the floor and her hip and shoulder blades the only points of contact, her huge hips shifting her weight hard to one side and her knees drawn halfway up while one long leg tries to kick free — she is caught in the same half second as her run, her body still carrying the forward momentum of a sprint that has already collapsed into a fall. Her silver-gloved arm reaches up and back over her head, the fingers spread and straining toward the tall ceiling, and the other arm is pinned across her chest. Her mature face is turned along the catwalk in profile, her blue eyes wide and wet behind the silver glasses that sit slightly crooked on the bridge of her nose, tears sliding sideways from the outer corner of her eye into the loose strands of her black hair; her mouth is pulled open in a sob and one brow knotted as she stares up past the cannons.
Black slime blobs come down the walls and up through the gaps in the walkway on every side of her. They swarm her back in one glossy mass, wedging under her shoulder blade and hooking around her waist to peel her arched spine farther off the floor; they wrap her reaching arm from wrist to elbow and drag it back; they coil around both silver-booted legs in rings and clamp her ankle down. A small blob clings to her cheek just under the rim of her glasses, drawn thin and webbed where her face moves against it. There are far too many to count — some the size of fists, some the size of her torso, all the same deep lacquered black with wet highlights. About half her body disappears beneath an uneven blanket of them, and a larger one is already climbing over her jaw and closing across her cheek and chin, spreading over her mouth and up over her nose. She has given up: the flicker of struggle in her hand is the last flicker, and the rest of her has gone limp on the floor.
The hallway is a long vaulted run of white stone with a high polished catwalk down its center, and both interior walls are set with a regular grid of a hundred cannon barrels, every muzzle aimed inward and down toward the spot where she has fallen. Their metal shapes are silhouetted dark against the pale walls. The room is lit from above — a single broad shaft of soft white light from high in the vault falls straight down and catches the top edges of the cannons and the walkway; the undersides of her body, her bent knees and the inside of the corridor floor fall into gentle gray shadow. Her reflection stretches long and distorted in the wet polish under her, darker and softer than she is. The palette is silver, white, and black — silver suit, gloves and boots with clean specular sweep across their curves, white walls, and everything else rendered in glossy black slime — with only her blue eyes and the faint warmth of her cheeks lifting out of the cold scheme, all polished and airbrushed in a mature anime style with soft smooth gradients and almost invisible brushwork. Desperate defeat.
しんらく
Dark Manor's Secret
Quai
สำรวจเพิ่มเติม
ผู้ใช้แนะนำ
ที่คุณอาจชอบ
ᯓ★ ⚡ ♡ ᯓ★
(mai)
Winter joy in the snow
FriddaTiss
kyramisu
7
logos
ᯓᯓ 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞
Hu Tao
KanKan Matcha
Tilith, the Goddess of Magical Star
entrophee_E:
푸른 물결 속의 신비로운 소녀
조개
anime
𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒
miku
𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒
🧣🚉 🪐 ‧₊˚ ♡ ˚₊‧
(mai)
❄️Lolicia❄️
weirdcore...
ᯓᯓ 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞
reunited at last
ᯓᯓ 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞
₊˚⊹♡ 𝗯𝘂𝗻𝗻𝘆 𝗴𝗶𝗿𝗹 ♡⊹˚₊
●♡⃝ 𝓑𝓾𝓽𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓯𝓵𝔂•ʚїɞ.𝕏𝕠
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Tofu
5
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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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Tofu
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Tofu
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the ballerina
ᯓᯓ 𝙘𝙤𝙘𝙤𝙛𝙡𝙪𝙛𝙛𝙞
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