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Livian
"Livian" YZ sanatı, 22222d tarafından PixAI'de. VXP_illustrious (low cost version) ile oluşturuldu.
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- Orijinal Prompt
- Willow is a masterpiece, best quality, wide , thick thighs, 1girl, solo, adult woman, long wavy ginger hair, blue eyes, smiling, star earrings, looking at viewer, blonde hair, red lipstick, white satin long-sleeved shirt, black leather , with tan stockings with a garter belt, and black thigh high boots, pearl necklace, beautiful proportion, medium, wide, soft glow, cinematic atmosphere, fantasy elegance, kneeling on the ground, medieval isle inside of dungeon cell, labyrinth, painfully, bound ankles, a enormous and chains were attach around on her legs making it difficult to move, her arms rest on her own lap, longing expression, frustrated expression, blushing, inspired by its time for princess, anime style, mountain, cliff, dark night, lighting, fantasy illustration, wholesome, comedic, smiling, eyes closed, crying, full body,dawnpokemon, black hair, blue eyes, sidelocks, long hair, bare shoulders, beanie, black sleeveless shirt, pink scarf, pink skirt,pokemon dawn, black hair, blue eyes, sidelocks, long hair,pokemondawn, <lora:pokemon-dawn-anime-ponyxl-lora-nochekaiser:1>, pokemon dawn, black hair, blue eyes, sidelocks, long hair,
- Boyut
- 640 x 1024
- Örnekleme Adımları
- 5
- Örnekleme Yöntemi
- DPM++ SDE Karras
- CFG Ölçeği
- 3.5
- Negatif
- (bad quality,worst quality,worst detail,bad, low quality, bad anatomy:1.2), (6 fingers, 4 fingers bad hands, bad feet, bad hand, bad finger, bad fingers, extra finger, extra fingers, split finger, split fingers, extra digits, fused arms, fused hands:1.2)
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d2
character: gardenia_(pokemon)
close-up, from behind, first-person pov, pov from behind, over-shoulder composition, 2girls, gardenia_(pokemon), black hair, short hair, blunt bangs, sidelocks, two-tone hair, brown eyes, green capelet, black shirt, crop top, long sleeves, brown shorts, black belt, green boots, wall, garden, climbing plants, foliage, shadowy figure, silhouette, hooded figure, chloroform, cloth over mouth, cloth pressed to face, arm around waist, holding from behind, restraining, struggling, squirming, trembling, sleepy, half-closed eyes, hazy eyes, clouded eyes, unfocused, weakened, limp knees, head tilted back, head lolling, sweat, blush, parted lips, night, cold blue palette, dramatic lighting, backlit
The camera sits low and close behind her right shoulder, a first-person point of view: the viewer's own body is out of frame at the bottom edge, the perspective pitched slightly upward so her spine dominates the composition and the garden beyond is pushed into a narrow, crowded band of leaves. She fills the middle of the frame with her back turned squarely to us — the short two-tone black-and-brown bob with blunt bangs and sidelocks gathered at her nape, the green capelet hanging from her shoulders with its hem kicked into a twist by her struggle, the black long-sleeved cropped shirt riding up off the small of her back where the shadow's forearm crushes her waist, the black belt and brown shorts below it. Her weight has gone off her heels; her knees buckle inward, one green boot skidding in the gravel while the other stays planted, and the whole line of her body slants backward into the figure rather than standing on its own. She is not facing us, so the struggle reads in the body: shoulders wrenched up toward her ears, elbows clamped down over the forearm that pins her, hands curled into fists and pulling uselessly at that arm.
From the darkness directly behind her — the closest layer of the image, half-out of frame on the right — a shapeless gaunt silhouette leans in: no face, only the blunt shape of a head and a wide, draped outline of coat or cloth, one shoulder raised higher than the other with the effort. One arm bands hard under her ribs and across her waist, the sleeve creasing where it presses; the other hand clamps a folded pale-grey cloth flat over her mouth and nose, its heel shoved up under her chin, the upper edge riding up against the underside of her nose. The cloth is wet where it meets her lips and presses them back; her lower jaw works faintly against it. Her head is dragged back and tipped to one side over that shoulder, chin lifted, throat drawn, and what little the angle lets us see of her profile shows her eyelids sinking and lids fluttering, her eyes wet, dilated, hazy and unfocused, glancing up and off toward nothing, pupils losing the light; the lashes stay half down. Her face is flushed and damp at the temple, strands of the bob pushed back from her cheek and stuck to it.
Behind them the garden wall stands at an arm's length — old stone with moss in the seams and a fan of broad climbing leaves flat against it — and beyond it the garden packs close: wet paving, ranks of shrubs and bedded flowers, a gravel path curving out of the frame. The only light is cold blue and comes from a single lamp or moon source far behind her down the garden path, so the wall is the dark side, her back and the cloth and the shadow's silhouette are rimmed by a thin bright edge, and everything nearer the camera falls away into deepening shadow — the shadow figure is the darkest value in the picture, a cut-out against her lit shoulders. Where her shoulders press back into the silhouette, her capelet bunches and its hem lifts; the cloth sagging under her breath gives the only warm-toned surface in an otherwise cold blue, ink-black and moist green palette. Close, claustrophobic, quiet dread.
Dicavec2
d2
character: gardenia_(pokemon)
close-up, from behind, first-person pov, pov from behind, over-shoulder composition, 2girls, gardenia_(pokemon), black hair, short hair, blunt bangs, sidelocks, two-tone hair, brown eyes, green capelet, black shirt, crop top, long sleeves, brown shorts, black belt, green boots, wall, garden, climbing plants, foliage, shadowy figure, silhouette, hooded figure, chloroform, cloth over mouth, cloth pressed to face, arm around waist, holding from behind, restraining, struggling, squirming, trembling, sleepy, half-closed eyes, hazy eyes, clouded eyes, unfocused, weakened, limp knees, head tilted back, head lolling, sweat, blush, parted lips, night, cold blue palette, dramatic lighting, backlit
The camera sits low and close behind her right shoulder, a first-person point of view: the viewer's own body is out of frame at the bottom edge, the perspective pitched slightly upward so her spine dominates the composition and the garden beyond is pushed into a narrow, crowded band of leaves. She fills the middle of the frame with her back turned squarely to us — the short two-tone black-and-brown bob with blunt bangs and sidelocks gathered at her nape, the green capelet hanging from her shoulders with its hem kicked into a twist by her struggle, the black long-sleeved cropped shirt riding up off the small of her back where the shadow's forearm crushes her waist, the black belt and brown shorts below it. Her weight has gone off her heels; her knees buckle inward, one green boot skidding in the gravel while the other stays planted, and the whole line of her body slants backward into the figure rather than standing on its own. She is not facing us, so the struggle reads in the body: shoulders wrenched up toward her ears, elbows clamped down over the forearm that pins her, hands curled into fists and pulling uselessly at that arm.
From the darkness directly behind her — the closest layer of the image, half-out of frame on the right — a shapeless gaunt silhouette leans in: no face, only the blunt shape of a head and a wide, draped outline of coat or cloth, one shoulder raised higher than the other with the effort. One arm bands hard under her ribs and across her waist, the sleeve creasing where it presses; the other hand clamps a folded pale-grey cloth flat over her mouth and nose, its heel shoved up under her chin, the upper edge riding up against the underside of her nose. The cloth is wet where it meets her lips and presses them back; her lower jaw works faintly against it. Her head is dragged back and tipped to one side over that shoulder, chin lifted, throat drawn, and what little the angle lets us see of her profile shows her eyelids sinking and lids fluttering, her eyes wet, dilated, hazy and unfocused, glancing up and off toward nothing, pupils losing the light; the lashes stay half down. Her face is flushed and damp at the temple, strands of the bob pushed back from her cheek and stuck to it.
Behind them the garden wall stands at an arm's length — old stone with moss in the seams and a fan of broad climbing leaves flat against it — and beyond it the garden packs close: wet paving, ranks of shrubs and bedded flowers, a gravel path curving out of the frame. The only light is cold blue and comes from a single lamp or moon source far behind her down the garden path, so the wall is the dark side, her back and the cloth and the shadow's silhouette are rimmed by a thin bright edge, and everything nearer the camera falls away into deepening shadow — the shadow figure is the darkest value in the picture, a cut-out against her lit shoulders. Where her shoulders press back into the silhouette, her capelet bunches and its hem lifts; the cloth sagging under her breath gives the only warm-toned surface in an otherwise cold blue, ink-black and moist green palette. Close, claustrophobic, quiet dread.
Dicavec2
d2
character: gardenia_(pokemon)
close-up, from behind, first-person pov, pov from behind, over-shoulder composition, 2girls, gardenia_(pokemon), black hair, short hair, blunt bangs, sidelocks, two-tone hair, brown eyes, green capelet, black shirt, crop top, long sleeves, brown shorts, black belt, green boots, wall, garden, climbing plants, foliage, shadowy figure, silhouette, hooded figure, chloroform, cloth over mouth, cloth pressed to face, arm around waist, holding from behind, restraining, struggling, squirming, trembling, sleepy, half-closed eyes, hazy eyes, clouded eyes, unfocused, weakened, limp knees, head tilted back, head lolling, sweat, blush, parted lips, night, cold blue palette, dramatic lighting, backlit
The camera sits low and close behind her right shoulder, a first-person point of view: the viewer's own body is out of frame at the bottom edge, the perspective pitched slightly upward so her spine dominates the composition and the garden beyond is pushed into a narrow, crowded band of leaves. She fills the middle of the frame with her back turned squarely to us — the short two-tone black-and-brown bob with blunt bangs and sidelocks gathered at her nape, the green capelet hanging from her shoulders with its hem kicked into a twist by her struggle, the black long-sleeved cropped shirt riding up off the small of her back where the shadow's forearm crushes her waist, the black belt and brown shorts below it. Her weight has gone off her heels; her knees buckle inward, one green boot skidding in the gravel while the other stays planted, and the whole line of her body slants backward into the figure rather than standing on its own. She is not facing us, so the struggle reads in the body: shoulders wrenched up toward her ears, elbows clamped down over the forearm that pins her, hands curled into fists and pulling uselessly at that arm.
From the darkness directly behind her — the closest layer of the image, half-out of frame on the right — a shapeless gaunt silhouette leans in: no face, only the blunt shape of a head and a wide, draped outline of coat or cloth, one shoulder raised higher than the other with the effort. One arm bands hard under her ribs and across her waist, the sleeve creasing where it presses; the other hand clamps a folded pale-grey cloth flat over her mouth and nose, its heel shoved up under her chin, the upper edge riding up against the underside of her nose. The cloth is wet where it meets her lips and presses them back; her lower jaw works faintly against it. Her head is dragged back and tipped to one side over that shoulder, chin lifted, throat drawn, and what little the angle lets us see of her profile shows her eyelids sinking and lids fluttering, her eyes wet, dilated, hazy and unfocused, glancing up and off toward nothing, pupils losing the light; the lashes stay half down. Her face is flushed and damp at the temple, strands of the bob pushed back from her cheek and stuck to it.
Behind them the garden wall stands at an arm's length — old stone with moss in the seams and a fan of broad climbing leaves flat against it — and beyond it the garden packs close: wet paving, ranks of shrubs and bedded flowers, a gravel path curving out of the frame. The only light is cold blue and comes from a single lamp or moon source far behind her down the garden path, so the wall is the dark side, her back and the cloth and the shadow's silhouette are rimmed by a thin bright edge, and everything nearer the camera falls away into deepening shadow — the shadow figure is the darkest value in the picture, a cut-out against her lit shoulders. Where her shoulders press back into the silhouette, her capelet bunches and its hem lifts; the cloth sagging under her breath gives the only warm-toned surface in an otherwise cold blue, ink-black and moist green palette. Close, claustrophobic, quiet dread.
Dicavec2
d2
character: gardenia_(pokemon)
close-up, 2girls, gardenia_(pokemon), black_hair, two-tone_hair, brown_hair, short_hair, blunt_bangs, sidelocks, brown_eyes, green_capelet, black_shirt, cropped_shirt, brown_shorts, black_belt, green_boots, from behind, over-shoulder composition, head turned to profile, restrained, arm around waist, hand over mouth, cloth over mouth, drugged, drowsy, half-closed eyes, glazed eyes, rolling eyes, tears, struggling, helpless, limp body, slack arms, limp hands, dangling legs, leaning back against captor, shadowy figure, silhouette, faceless, black silhouette, dark figure behind, garden wall, garden, vines, night, low-key lighting, dutch angle, shallow depth of field,
A tight close-up, camera tilted slightly off level and placed just behind the girl's right shoulder, so the frame is packed with three overlapping layers: the girl's face turned toward the lens in near-profile, the black shape of her captor filling the whole right side of the frame behind her, and, at the very edge of the left frame, the flat pale wall of the garden with ivy creeping over it. The girl — short black hair cut in a blunt fringe with two-tone brown streaks running through it, sidelocks framing her cheeks, brown eyes — is pinned with her back arched against the man's chest, her weight tipped off her own feet and carried entirely by his arm: that forearm is clamped across her waist, the black fabric of her cropped shirt bunched and pulled taut under it, the flat of his hand spread wide on her hip, fingers digging in. His other hand, gloved, is pressed hard over her mouth and nose, a folded pale cloth crushed against her lower face, the cloth darkened and damp in one wet blot where the anaesthetic has soaked through; her lips are sealed behind it and her jaw works uselessly against his palm. Her head tips back into the hollow of his shoulder, chin lifted, throat stretched. The sleep is already in her: her eyelids have dropped to heavy slits, the irises gone dull and unfocused, filmed with a wet shine, and a single thin tear has tracked down the outside of her right eye toward her ear; her brows are drawn in a weak, crumpled pinch that no longer has the strength of resistance. Both her arms have gone slack and dropped from his wrist — they hang straight down in front of her body, fingers loosely curled and unclenched, swinging slightly, her green boots barely touching the ground on tiptoe where her legs have lost their footing. Her green capelet has slipped off one shoulder and hangs askew; strands of her fringe are stuck to her forehead with sweat. The captor is a pure black silhouette — no face, no features, only a hard clipped outline against the garden's dim light, a dark bulk of shoulders and a hooded head behind hers. Light comes from a single low lantern somewhere off-frame to the left: it strikes the left side of her face, her exposed throat, and the pale cloth brimming in a cold yellow-white, while the right half of her face and the whole of the silhouette sink into absolute darkness. The shallow focus keeps her eyes and the cloth razor-sharp and blurs the ivy wall behind to a soft green-black smear. Her capelet's edge hangs straight down rather than swaying as she goes still — the momentum of her struggling draining out of her body. Muted green, deep black and one sickly amber pool of light. Quiet dread.
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