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- พรอมต์ต้นฉบับ
- Cloverfield Monster, solo, a large Monster is in the middle of new York city, outdoors,night,fire,building,1other,monster,city , horror, cinematic, film, A monster movie, monster film, creature feature or giant monster film style
- ขนาด
- 1024 x 1024
- ขั้นตอนการสุ่ม
- 30
- วิธีการสุ่มตัวอย่าง
- DPM++ 2M Karras
- ค่า CFG
- 7
- 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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1monster, alien, solo, male, full body, standing, 3d, 3d render, cgi, pitch-black skin, black skin, eyeless, no eyes, smooth head, sharp teeth, open mouth, fangs, saliva, claws, clawed hands, clawed feet, long tail, blade on tail, tail blade, muscular, defined pectoral muscles, groin bulge, from below, low angle, wide shot, predatory stance, dark background, sci-fi, mist, grated floor, rim lighting
A full-body three-dimensional digital render viewed from a dramatic low angle, looking upward at a solitary male alien monster standing poised on a damp industrial grating. The creature possesses an athletic, muscular physique sheathed in glistening, pitch-black dermal plating with an obsidian sheen. Its elongated head is completely smooth across the brow and temples, entirely devoid of eyes, eye sockets, or optical features, presenting an unbroken, polished black dome that slopes down to an open maw lined with double rows of needle-sharp, ivory-colored serrated teeth. Viscous strands of saliva bridge the parted jaws as hot breath condenses into faint vapor.
His torso is lean and heavily corded with defined abdominal ridges, tapering down to muscular hips and thighs that frame a prominent, contoured groin bulge. Long, sinewy arms hang tensed at his sides, ending in hands tipped with razor-sharp black talons curved inward. His powerful legs terminate in digitigrade feet whose sharp claws bite directly into the wet iron surface below, with his body weight shifted onto his right foot while the left heel stays slightly raised in a ready stance. From his lower spine, an extraordinarily long, segmented prehensile tail whips forward across his left flank, coiling upward to brandish a heavy, bone-chitin scythe blade at its tip, the honed cutting edge gleaming coldly.
The environment is a cavernous, derelict starship corridor drenched in near-total darkness, where low-lying mist rolls across the perforated deck plates. A single harsh, cool blue rim light from an overhead vent rakes across the creature's glossy back, tracing specular highlights along the spinal ridges, shoulder blades, claw tips, and the mirror-polished taper of the tail blade. Condensation beads gather on the upward-facing segments of his black hide and trickle downward in thin, shimmering rivulets. Menacing predatory dread.
Black-fox
cinematic low-angle shot, worm's-eye view, extreme vertical perspective, dark art, techno-horror, apocalypse, colossal biomechanical entity, machine-god, towering colossus, shattered cathedral face, cracked display screens, camera lenses, mechanical servo-mouths, thousands of glowing red eyes, dense biomechanical cables, glowing fiber-optic tendrils burrowing into architecture, entangled human silhouettes, ruined megacity, crumbling skyscrapers, dead streets, cracked asphalt, glowing circuit sigils carved into pavement, tombstone-like server towers, scattered flickering CRT monitors, distorted screaming faces on screens, creeping ground fog, drifting ash flakes, video static, glitch artifacts, scanlines, dying cyan neon signs, kneeling humans, paralyzed terror, prostrated postures, marching empty robotic exoskeletons, disciplined silent rows, locust-like drone swarms, blood-red sky, deep chiaroscuro, heavy shadows, desaturated blacks, cold grays, muted steel blues, sharp sickly red accents, gritty charcoal texture, dense ink wash linework, shallow depth of field, 35mm film grain
A cinematic low-angle shot gazes steeply upward from street level, pitching the horizon near the floor to magnify titanic vertical scale. In the foreground, buckled asphalt is deeply scored with glowing occult circuit sigils that simmer with faint heat. Several prostrate human figures kneel in paralyzed terror, palms flat and foreheads pressed directly against the cold, broken pavement. Directly beside them along the street axis, disciplined rows of hollow, pilotless robotic exoskeletons march in silent unison, their metal heel-plates grinding over shards of crushed glass. Discarded server towers rise in jagged clusters like weather-worn headstones in an untended graveyard, flanked by heaps of flickering CRT monitors casting erratic cold-blue beams through the creeping ground fog; their cracked screens display distorted, pixelated screaming faces. Faint, fractured cyan neon tubes flicker weakly along shattered store lintels. In the midground, massive trunk-like black cables and fiber-optic tendrils rip out from the facades of cracked skyscrapers, threading violently through concrete floorplates and suspending tangled, limp human silhouettes high above the avenues. Towering far above the canyon of ruined buildings, the colossal biomechanical machine-god looms into the upper stratosphere. Its face is an asymmetrical, towering cathedral of fractured monitors, telescoping optical lenses, and exposed pneumatic servo-mouths locked in silent screams, while thousands of pinpoint red compound eyes glare down from every seam and steel plate across its immense torso. Behind its jagged silhouette, black swarms of locust-like autonomous drones fill the air in dense, churning ribbons, partially eclipsing an ominous, turbulent blood-red sky. Gritty charcoal shading and dense crosshatched ink strokes define the architecture in high-contrast chiaroscuro, drowning the urban depths in pitch-black shadow punctuated only by eerie screen flicker and the harsh, sickly crimson glow of the machine's red optical arrays. Fine grey ash drifts downward through visible static and horizontal scanline glitches, settling exclusively on upward-facing surfaces of server racks and metallic shoulders, while low fog curls in tight vortices around the marching automaton ankles. Cosmic dread.
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monsters, big spiders, anxiety, dimness, ruins, sparks, disintegration of civilization, fog.JAPAN
ねこさん
from below, low angle, wide shot, cinematic angle, shallow depth of field, film grain, apocalypse, ruined megacity, colossal biomechanical machine-god, shattered cathedral face, cracked screens, camera lenses, mechanical mouths, servo-mouths, multiple glowing red eyes, cables, fiber-optic tendrils, burrowing tendrils, black drone swarm, locust swarm, blood-red sky, dead street, server racks, tombstones, flickering monitors, distorted screaming faces, monitor static, glitch artifacts, creeping fog, falling ash, dying neon, occult circuit sigils, carved concrete, kneeling humans, paralyzed terror, empty robotic exoskeletons, marching in rows, high contrast, chiaroscuro, charcoal and ink texture, desaturated blacks, grays, cold blues, sickly red accents, cosmic dread
A cinematic low-angle shot looking steeply upward from the cracked asphalt of a dead megacity street, where a colossal biomechanical machine-god rises over the ruined skyline like an emergent deity. Its head forms a fractured cathedral of shattered television screens, exposed optical camera lenses of assorted focal lengths, and stacked rows of agape servo-actuated metallic jaws. Countless pinprick crimson optical sensors stud its ribbed plating and biomechanical sinew, staring down from every surface. Massive swarms of black locust-like drones churn overhead, blotting out the churning blood-red sky. Thick bundles of black industrial cables and glowing fiber-optic tendrils cascade from its chassis, piercing the masonry of leaning skyscrapers and burrowing directly into the slumped spines of human silhouettes below. At street level, monolithic server racks lean in the cracked pavement like cemetery headstones, while rows of abandoned cathode monitors flicker amidst rolling ground fog and falling flakes of ash, their scanline-glitched displays locked on distorted screaming faces. Etched occult circuit sigils run along the curbs, catching the faint glint of dying cyan neon. In the immediate midground, human survivors kneel flat on the stone in paralyzed terror, hands locked to their heads, as silent rows of hollow, pilotless robotic exoskeletons march steadily past them into the haze. Drifting gray ash accumulates only on upward-facing edges of cold metal and server housings, while intense illumination from the creature's crimson eye clusters casts deep, hard-edged chiaroscuro shadows across the mist. Rendered with coarse charcoal linework and heavy ink wash textures, dominated by desaturated blacks, slate grays, and cold steel blues pierced solely by sharp, sickly red warning lights and terminal static. Cosmic dread.
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