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Farmer
"Farmer" YZ sanatı, Piñasinpizza tarafından PixAI'de. coco-Illustrious-NoobXL-Style ile oluşturuldu.
Parametreleri Göster
- Orijinal Prompt
- 1girl, solo, mature female, BigSister, bodysuit, armor, glowing, , BigSister, bodysuit, armor, white hair, grey eyes, masterpiece, best quality, highly detailed, 1girl, front-facing view, full body shot, extremely tall and heavily muscular farm woman, broad shoulders, powerful and ripped physique, bicep definition, long white hair, fierce and unmasked face looking directly at the camera, wearing wild west rancher clothing mixed with heavy leather and iron gear, a rugged plaid flannel shirt and thick work pants, completely bound by a complex network of brown leather straps, multiple buckled corsets, thigh-straps, and protective metal plates on her shoulders and legs, no weapons, no needles, arms free of syringes, standing proudly in an old western farm ranch homestead, dusty ground, wooden barn background, warm dramatic lighting, gritty dieselpunk western aesthetic, giantess, colossal stature, towering over the viewer, hyper-muscular female, massive biceps, wide back, thunder thighs, shredded 8-pack abs, vascular, powerful pose, full of vigor, confident expression, anime style, explosive energy, masterpiece, detailed background,krekkov style
- Boyut
- 1024 x 1024
- Örnekleme Adımları
- 30
- Örnekleme Yöntemi
- Euler a
- CFG Ölçeği
- 3
- Negatif
- lowres, worst quality, bad quality, bad anatomy, jpeg artifacts, old, oldest, watermark, anime screenshot, anime coloring, nostrils, nose
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solo, 1girl, full body, female blacksmith, tomboy, red hair, large breasts, sexy cooling outfit, confident grin, showing teeth, slightly visible gums, blushing, red cheeks, sweat, sweat on skin, cyberpunk, standing, hand-drawn, black lineart, sharp focus, beautiful effects, looking at viewer, from below, cowboy shot, low angle
A single woman stands alone against a dark cyberpunk forge-yard at night, seen from a low angle in full body that makes her tower in the frame: boots planted wide apart on the wet steel-mesh floor, weight sunk into her right hip, shoulders squared and loose, chest pushed forward as she catches her breath. A low angled view looks up past her boots and thighs to her face. She is a blacksmith built thick and strong, red hair cut in a short messy tomboy shag with a longer sweep over one brow, loose strands stuck to her damp temple, muscular forearms, soot smudged across one cheekbone. Her grin is wide and lopsided with teeth showing and a slight flash of gum above them, one brow cocked, eyes narrowed with easy cocky confidence straight into the lens, her chin tipped up.
Her cooling outfit is built for heat: a cropped sleeveless vest of heavy scorched canvas open at the front over a black sports-band top, its panels cut in slashed vents that let the forge air through, large breasts pressing the strained fabric, sweat beading at her collarbones and running in thin trails down her sternum and the sides of her neck; a leather half-apron hangs low at her hips, its straps crossing over the small of her back, with wide mesh side panels at her waist and shorts beneath, thick buckled boots laced up her calves, one gloved hand pushed into her apron pocket, the other hanging loose with fingers half-curled, no hammer, no tongs, nothing in her grip. Sweat glistens on her shoulders and arms, her cheeks flushed hot and red, and a faint heat shimmer lifts off her skin where the air moves.
Behind her the cyberpunk forge hall falls away in depth: hot orange glow from a bank of open furnace doors low at the left, magenta and cyan neon conduit strips climbing background pillars, hanging chains and cable bundles, wet floor reflecting every light in long vertical smears. The furnaces are the light source, striking hard from lower left: hot orange rim on her left cheek, jaw and shoulder, cool cyan fill from the right letting the shadow side of her face and chest go deep and dark, a crisp cast shadow thrown up the wall behind her. Embers and sparks drift and blur past her in orange streaks, glowing dust motes catching the light, and a faint bloom haloes the furnace mouths. The palette is restrained to forge orange, hot magenta and cold cyan against deep charcoal black. Every form is held by hand-drawn black lineart, bold and visible on her hair, face, fingers, fabric folds and the metal behind her, with clean cel shading and a crisp, sharply rendered finish. Glorious, sharply defined, effortlessly cool.
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solo, 1girl, full body, female blacksmith, tomboy, red hair, large breasts, sexy cooling outfit, confident grin, showing teeth, slightly visible gums, blushing, red cheeks, sweat, sweat on skin, cyberpunk, standing, hand-drawn, black lineart, sharp focus, beautiful effects, looking at viewer, from below, cowboy shot, low angle
A single woman stands alone against a dark cyberpunk forge-yard at night, seen from a low angle in full body that makes her tower in the frame: boots planted wide apart on the wet steel-mesh floor, weight sunk into her right hip, shoulders squared and loose, chest pushed forward as she catches her breath. A low angled view looks up past her boots and thighs to her face. She is a blacksmith built thick and strong, red hair cut in a short messy tomboy shag with a longer sweep over one brow, loose strands stuck to her damp temple, muscular forearms, soot smudged across one cheekbone. Her grin is wide and lopsided with teeth showing and a slight flash of gum above them, one brow cocked, eyes narrowed with easy cocky confidence straight into the lens, her chin tipped up.
Her cooling outfit is built for heat: a cropped sleeveless vest of heavy scorched canvas open at the front over a black sports-band top, its panels cut in slashed vents that let the forge air through, large breasts pressing the strained fabric, sweat beading at her collarbones and running in thin trails down her sternum and the sides of her neck; a leather half-apron hangs low at her hips, its straps crossing over the small of her back, with wide mesh side panels at her waist and shorts beneath, thick buckled boots laced up her calves, one gloved hand pushed into her apron pocket, the other hanging loose with fingers half-curled, no hammer, no tongs, nothing in her grip. Sweat glistens on her shoulders and arms, her cheeks flushed hot and red, and a faint heat shimmer lifts off her skin where the air moves.
Behind her the cyberpunk forge hall falls away in depth: hot orange glow from a bank of open furnace doors low at the left, magenta and cyan neon conduit strips climbing background pillars, hanging chains and cable bundles, wet floor reflecting every light in long vertical smears. The furnaces are the light source, striking hard from lower left: hot orange rim on her left cheek, jaw and shoulder, cool cyan fill from the right letting the shadow side of her face and chest go deep and dark, a crisp cast shadow thrown up the wall behind her. Embers and sparks drift and blur past her in orange streaks, glowing dust motes catching the light, and a faint bloom haloes the furnace mouths. The palette is restrained to forge orange, hot magenta and cold cyan against deep charcoal black. Every form is held by hand-drawn black lineart, bold and visible on her hair, face, fingers, fabric folds and the metal behind her, with clean cel shading and a crisp, sharply rendered finish. Glorious, sharply defined, effortlessly cool.
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solo, 1girl, full body, female blacksmith, tomboy, red hair, large breasts, sexy cooling outfit, confident grin, showing teeth, slightly visible gums, blushing, red cheeks, sweat, sweat on skin, cyberpunk, standing, hand-drawn, black lineart, sharp focus, beautiful effects, looking at viewer, from below, cowboy shot, low angle
A single woman stands alone against a dark cyberpunk forge-yard at night, seen from a low angle in full body that makes her tower in the frame: boots planted wide apart on the wet steel-mesh floor, weight sunk into her right hip, shoulders squared and loose, chest pushed forward as she catches her breath. A low angled view looks up past her boots and thighs to her face. She is a blacksmith built thick and strong, red hair cut in a short messy tomboy shag with a longer sweep over one brow, loose strands stuck to her damp temple, muscular forearms, soot smudged across one cheekbone. Her grin is wide and lopsided with teeth showing and a slight flash of gum above them, one brow cocked, eyes narrowed with easy cocky confidence straight into the lens, her chin tipped up.
Her cooling outfit is built for heat: a cropped sleeveless vest of heavy scorched canvas open at the front over a black sports-band top, its panels cut in slashed vents that let the forge air through, large breasts pressing the strained fabric, sweat beading at her collarbones and running in thin trails down her sternum and the sides of her neck; a leather half-apron hangs low at her hips, its straps crossing over the small of her back, with wide mesh side panels at her waist and shorts beneath, thick buckled boots laced up her calves, one gloved hand pushed into her apron pocket, the other hanging loose with fingers half-curled, no hammer, no tongs, nothing in her grip. Sweat glistens on her shoulders and arms, her cheeks flushed hot and red, and a faint heat shimmer lifts off her skin where the air moves.
Behind her the cyberpunk forge hall falls away in depth: hot orange glow from a bank of open furnace doors low at the left, magenta and cyan neon conduit strips climbing background pillars, hanging chains and cable bundles, wet floor reflecting every light in long vertical smears. The furnaces are the light source, striking hard from lower left: hot orange rim on her left cheek, jaw and shoulder, cool cyan fill from the right letting the shadow side of her face and chest go deep and dark, a crisp cast shadow thrown up the wall behind her. Embers and sparks drift and blur past her in orange streaks, glowing dust motes catching the light, and a faint bloom haloes the furnace mouths. The palette is restrained to forge orange, hot magenta and cold cyan against deep charcoal black. Every form is held by hand-drawn black lineart, bold and visible on her hair, face, fingers, fabric folds and the metal behind her, with clean cel shading and a crisp, sharply rendered finish. Glorious, sharply defined, effortlessly cool.
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solo, 1girl, full body, female blacksmith, tomboy, red hair, large breasts, sexy cooling outfit, confident grin, showing teeth, slightly visible gums, blushing, red cheeks, sweat, sweat on skin, cyberpunk, standing, hand-drawn, black lineart, sharp focus, beautiful effects, looking at viewer, from below, cowboy shot, low angle
A single woman stands alone against a dark cyberpunk forge-yard at night, seen from a low angle in full body that makes her tower in the frame: boots planted wide apart on the wet steel-mesh floor, weight sunk into her right hip, shoulders squared and loose, chest pushed forward as she catches her breath. A low angled view looks up past her boots and thighs to her face. She is a blacksmith built thick and strong, red hair cut in a short messy tomboy shag with a longer sweep over one brow, loose strands stuck to her damp temple, muscular forearms, soot smudged across one cheekbone. Her grin is wide and lopsided with teeth showing and a slight flash of gum above them, one brow cocked, eyes narrowed with easy cocky confidence straight into the lens, her chin tipped up.
Her cooling outfit is built for heat: a cropped sleeveless vest of heavy scorched canvas open at the front over a black sports-band top, its panels cut in slashed vents that let the forge air through, large breasts pressing the strained fabric, sweat beading at her collarbones and running in thin trails down her sternum and the sides of her neck; a leather half-apron hangs low at her hips, its straps crossing over the small of her back, with wide mesh side panels at her waist and shorts beneath, thick buckled boots laced up her calves, one gloved hand pushed into her apron pocket, the other hanging loose with fingers half-curled, no hammer, no tongs, nothing in her grip. Sweat glistens on her shoulders and arms, her cheeks flushed hot and red, and a faint heat shimmer lifts off her skin where the air moves.
Behind her the cyberpunk forge hall falls away in depth: hot orange glow from a bank of open furnace doors low at the left, magenta and cyan neon conduit strips climbing background pillars, hanging chains and cable bundles, wet floor reflecting every light in long vertical smears. The furnaces are the light source, striking hard from lower left: hot orange rim on her left cheek, jaw and shoulder, cool cyan fill from the right letting the shadow side of her face and chest go deep and dark, a crisp cast shadow thrown up the wall behind her. Embers and sparks drift and blur past her in orange streaks, glowing dust motes catching the light, and a faint bloom haloes the furnace mouths. The palette is restrained to forge orange, hot magenta and cold cyan against deep charcoal black. Every form is held by hand-drawn black lineart, bold and visible on her hair, face, fingers, fabric folds and the metal behind her, with clean cel shading and a crisp, sharply rendered finish. Glorious, sharply defined, effortlessly cool.
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