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Ice Walker
ภาพ AI "Ice Walker" โดย dunserest บน PixAI แท็ก: ไซไฟ สร้างด้วย Tsubaki.3
You see this pull up, what do you even do?
บน PixAI พรอมต์จะเป็นสาธารณะโดยค่าเริ่มต้น แต่ผู้สร้างสามารถซ่อนพรอมต์ในผลงานที่เผยแพร่ได้ ผู้สร้างผลงานนี้เลือกที่จะซ่อนไว้ คำที่ใช้สร้างภาพนี้จึงเป็นส่วนตัวและมีเพียงผู้สร้างเท่านั้นที่เห็นได้ การซ่อนพรอมต์ไม่ได้เปลี่ยนสิ่งอื่นใด ผลงานยังคงเป็นสาธารณะ และคุณยังกดถูกใจ แสดงความคิดเห็น และแชร์ได้ตามปกติ
ซ่อนโดยผู้เขียน
ตัวช่วยพรอมต์
โมเดลและ LoRA ที่ใช้
รูปภาพคล้ายกัน
ดูเพิ่มเติม
メカニックな世界観に佇む少女
shion
wide shot, cinematic composition, 16:9, no humans, giant brutalist war machine, rusted silver metal behemoth, squat tank hull blended with excavator boom and hydraulic arm, mud-caked treads half-sunk in earth, moss-covered armor plating, sheets of moss hanging from the barrel, ivy creeping over the turret roof, black oil leak, oily seep across pristine snow, pristine white snowfield, ancient silent forest, huge mossy trunks, deep green canopy, low ground fog, cold silver key light from a pale gap in the canopy, melancholic, quiet horror, no text, no letters, no signage, no watermark, no logo, no signature, film grain
A wide cinematic shot from a low, slightly off-center camera, the lens almost at snow level so that the white drift in the foreground runs past the frame edge and the machine rises beyond it: a colossal brutalist war machine fills the middle distance but occupies under a quarter of the frame, dwarfed by the forest around it. Its gunless squat tank hull sits walled into the earth, the treads half-buried and furred with brown mud, while an excavator-like boom and a heavy hydraulic arm sag forward over the snow, the joints locked and rusted solid. Silver steel shows in raw scraped seams along the hull's edges, but most of the plating has gone the color of dried blood and old iron; thick moss pads the horizontal surfaces, and long green sheets hang off the barrel and over the turret roof, with ivy crawled up the near track guard. From a cracked weld low on the hull, a thread of black oil creeps out and spreads in a slow glossy pool across the otherwise untouched snow — dark, mirror-flat, and reflecting the silver light more sharply than the snow around it, the only black in the frame that gleams. No smoke, no tread marks but its own long-settled ones; the drift has crept back over the edges of the track. Behind it, ancient trunks the width of the machine itself stand in layers of fog, deep green boughs closing overhead, and a pale cold shaft of light drops through a single gap in the canopy to pick out the oil and the wet moss, leaving the rest in blue-green shadow. A few flakes of snow settle on the upward-facing plates and mound on the rusted joints while the flanks remain dark and bare. Palette held to deep greens, blacks and silver, with the rust browns and moss muted. Still, damp, melancholic quiet dread.
C9I
1 giant machine, no humans, giant humanoid tank, super-heavy armor, doll-shaped chassis, four crawler tracks split front and rear, segmented continuous tracks, curved front hull armor, large armor plates on both arms, right forearm replaced by high-speed rotating bucket wheel excavator, spinning bucket wheel, left arm converted into large rail cannon, six large modular missiles mounted on back, missile rack, scope on head, radar dome on head, large high-output boosters on leg sides, heavily armored boosters, nozzle glow, trampling through city, crushing buildings, daytime, from below, low angle, foreshortening, dutch angle, wide shot, dust cloud, rubble, debris, smoke, lens flare, blue sky, daylight, mechanical detail, no text, no humans
The camera sits low at street level, tilted a few degrees off horizontal, so the machine towers up out of the frame and its head is cropped by the top edge while its tracks fill the lower third. Seen from this worm's-eye view: the four crawler tracks split front and rear, each a broad segmented band of dull steel, the front pair climbing over the crushed floor slabs of a mid-rise office block whose concrete facade buckles and spills rebar outward; fresh rubble piles in ridges at the track mouths and spills into the street. Above the tracks, the front hull curves forward like a rounded prow, its curved plate scuffed and scratched and streaked with concrete dust. Both arms hang at the machine's sides under enormous slab armor plates bolted at the shoulders. The right forearm terminates in a bucket-wheel excavator tipped forward so the wheel's toothed rim bites into a collapsed rooftop, one bucket scooping up a clod of concrete and rebar; a fine spiral of dust and grit is flung tangentially off the spinning wheel. The left forearm is a long rectangular rail cannon, twin rails running its length, the muzzle aimed low and forward across the street, a faint heat shimmer above the rails. Behind the shoulders, six large modular missiles sit upright in a rack, each cylindrical body with visible seams and fin assemblies, casting hard shadows on the machine's back. The head is a blunt armored casque with a cylindrical scope protruding forward and a shallow radar dome on top, its dish sweeping. On the outer faces of the leg assemblies, large armored boosters clamp on, their nozzles angled down and back, edges glowing a dull orange at idle. Beyond the machine, a daytime city street recedes: glass towers on both sides catching the sun, a few windows flashing where they face the light, cars stopped and crushed, a haze of dust filling the middle distance. The light comes from high and slightly behind the machine, so the armor's upper planes are bright and warm while the undersides of the tracks, the belly and the underside of the arms sit in deep shadow, and the machine's great cast shadow falls across the street directly toward the viewer, swallowing rubble and road. Palette: steel grey and gunmetal for the machine, warm concrete beige and dust ochre for the city, a cool blue sky at the top corners, orange booster glow as the only saturated accent. Dust drifts through the light, fine motes swirling. Crushing, colossal.
クロックロック
1 mecha, no humans, giant robot, humanoid tank, large-scale body, super-heavy armor, six legs, continuous tracks, tank treads for feet, foot undersides split into four segments front-to-back, visor, camera eye, scope, radar dome, head-mounted radar, both arms heavily armored, bucket wheel excavator, bucket wheel on right arm, high-speed rotating bucket wheel, rail cannon, rail cannon on left arm, six missiles, missile pods on back, assembly-type missiles, boosters, leg-mounted boosters, high-output boosters, speeding, running at full speed, wasteland, desert, dust cloud, from below, dutch angle, foreshortening, dynamic angle, wide shot, low horizon, profile, motion blur, exhaust, sparks, no text, solo, single vehicle
A low, tilted camera looks up from the cracked desert floor as the colossal humanoid tank thunders across the wasteland, its mass filling the frame from the lower left toward the upper right. The machine's torso is a squat, armored box of layered steel plates, riveted seams and overlapping skirts, so wide that the six legs splay beneath it like a beetle's. Each leg is a thick hydraulic column ending in a flat pad whose underside is split into four heavy continuous tracks running front to back; the tracks bite the dust in sequence, the front segments throwing up a plume of grit while the rear segments press flat and leave a gouge, and the machine's whole hull tilts forward with the running stride, weight carried on the leading three legs while the rear three shove off. Dust and gravel spray backward from the treads in a long tumbling wake that stretches to the horizon.
The head sits low and forward between hunched shoulder blocks: a broad visor stretches across the front like a dark slit, its camera eye a bright band glowing under the armored brow. Above the visor a stubby cylindrical scope juts forward, and behind it a domed radar sweeps, the dish tilted, its shadow sliding across the head's top plate. Both arms are encased in enormous slab armor. The right arm ends in a bucket wheel excavator: a huge toothed ring of buckets spinning at speed, its blur a smear of steel, grit and sparks flung outward in an arc, casting the dust around it into a halo. The left arm is a long rail cannon, twin rails and cooling fins along its length, muzzle pointed forward and slightly out of frame, heat shimmer curling above the rails.
On the back, six large assembled missiles stand in a racked row, angled upward, their fins crisp against the sky, held by clamps and struts. Down the outer sides of the legs, huge high-output boosters are bolted in armored housings, their nozzles flaring with blue-white flame and a hot orange core, exhaust blasting backward and downward, kicking dust into a boiling cloud, heat distortion bending the air behind the flame.
The light is a hard low sun from the right, raking across the armor: highlights burn along the upper plates and the bucket ring, while the undersides, the leg interiors and the far side of the hull drop into deep shadow. The palette is dry ochre and burnt sienna dust, gunmetal and chipped steel grey, rust, with the visor's cold cyan band and the boosters' blue-white and orange the only saturated accents. A single dust-caked panel plate hangs slightly ajar on the near leg, rattling with the stride, and the tread segments leave a repeating four-groove impression in the dirt behind. Overwhelming momentum, apocalyptic roar.
クロックロック
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ᯓ★ ⚡ ♡ ᯓ★
(mai)
Winter joy in the snow
FriddaTiss
kyramisu
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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
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(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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the ballerina
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