鳴子くん
ดูพารามิเตอร์
- พรอมต์ต้นฉบับ
- 8K解像度。限界まで書き込まれた背景。 solo character, A hyper-cinematic, photorealistic style. 1boy, child, pectoral, 筋肉質。,naruko shoukichi, copyright: yowamushi pedal, タイトな競輪ユニフォーム、タイトなスパッツ。競輪用ヘルメット。曲がりくねった山中の舗装道路コース。上り坂。キャラクターは斜め前を向く。張り詰めた太ももの筋肉。競輪用自転車。少年漫画のようなスピード線効果。
- โหมด
- pro
- แท็กคุณภาพ
- masterpiece, ﹝พรอมต์﹞
- ขนาด
- 1632 x 1232
- ไม่ต้องการ
- (((((text, logo, watermark, copyright))))), lowres, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy,
ตัวช่วยพรอมต์
โมเดลและ LoRA ที่ใช้
รูปภาพคล้ายกัน
ดูเพิ่มเติม浪速のスピードマン
ユウタ
弱虫ペダル
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俺!生きてる!
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Rails hum low, I step, I grin
The road's awake, I dive right in
No finish waits, no end in line
Just motion here, the pulse, the sign
Wind slides past, I match the beat
Every stride makes the world repeat
No pause to find, I bend, I sway
The track is mine, it shows the way
Mind splits wide - two worlds collide
Steel and surf pulse side by side
Foam stings the breath, thoughts roar in gray
Waves hit the edge, beats carve the way
From the rail's rattle to the crowd's overhead flight
I own every beat - no end in sight
Foam stings the breath, thoughts roar in gray
Waves hit the edge, beats carve the way
From the rail's rattle to the crowd's overhead flight
I own every beat - no end in sight
Steps repeat, the rhythm grows
Every turn another flow
No stop to seek, no map, no key
The path itself defines me free
Horizons stretch, they bend, they tease
The pulse I ride brings me at ease
No goal, no end, yet I feel strong
Every beat I own moves me along
Wind cuts sharp, the hum's still mine
Noise and doubt fall back in line
Foam stings the breath, thoughts roar in gray
Waves hit the edge, beats carve the way
From the rail's rattle to the crowd's overhead flight
I own every beat - no end in sight
Foam stings the breath, thoughts roar in gray
Waves hit the edge, beats carve the way
From the rail's rattle to the crowd's overhead flight
I own every beat - no end in sight
Every start's a spark, it never dies
I ride the pulse beneath wide skies
No pause, no stop, the track is real
I move, I sway, the road I feel
Foam stings the breath, thoughts roar in gray
Waves hit the edge, beats carve the way
From the rail's rattle to the crowd's overhead flight
I own every beat - no end in sight
Foam stings the breath, thoughts roar in gray
Waves hit the edge, beats carve the way
From the rail's rattle to the crowd's overhead flight
I own every beat - no end in sight
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