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AI art "エーデルガルト" featuring #Fire Emblem, #Fire Emblem: Three Houses, #Edelgard von Hresvelg and #Cool Pose You Think
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エーデルガルト

ファイアーエムブレム 風花雪月

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Poses You Think are Cool
#Fire Emblem#Fire Emblem: Three Houses#Edelgard von Hresvelg
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PixAI'de promptlar varsayılan olarak herkese açıktır, ancak yaratıcılar yayımladıkları her eserde promptu gizleyebilir. Bu eserin sahibi promptu gizlemeyi seçti; bu yüzden görselin oluşturulmasında kullanılan kelimeler gizli kalır ve bunları yalnızca eserin sahibi görebilir. Promptu gizlemek başka hiçbir şeyi değiştirmez: eser hâlâ herkese açık ve onu her zamanki gibi beğenebilir, yorumlayabilir ve paylaşabilirsin.
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1girl, solo, cowboy shot, upper body, low angle, looking at viewer, serious expression, cold glare, confident expression, long hair, silver hair, white hair, red eyes, military uniform, dark grey jacket, gold epaulets, ornate gold trim, high collar, red-lined cape, belt, gold buckle, holding rapier, rapier, scabbard, sword, patterned tights, dynamic pose, hand on hip, from below, dutch angle, foreshortening, wind, cape billowing, tall boots, standing on one leg Shot from a low angle tilted a few degrees off vertical, so her figure towers against a bank of cold overcast sky and the ground line dips at the lower right corner; the camera sits roughly at knee height and the foreshortening makes her planted leg long and her shoulders close and broad. She is caught mid-pivot: weight driven through the right leg, left leg lifted slightly with the toe of a tall dark leather boot brushing the flagstones, hips canted hard so the gold-buckled belt cuts a diagonal across her waist and the left hand rests flat on that hip, fingers spread, thumb hooked behind the belt edge and dimpling the dark grey wool. Her right arm is flung out and down to the left of frame, gripping a slim rapier by its ornate swept hilt, the blade running in a clean bright diagonal out toward the left edge, tip just inside the picture; a long empty scabbard, its throat gold-chased to match the jacket trim, hangs from the belt at her right hip and swings slightly behind her thigh. Her torso twists toward the lens while her head stays level and her chin tilts down; red irises fixed straight on the viewer under a low brow, lids narrowed, mouth set in a flat closed line, one corner barely tighter than the other. Long silver-white hair, almost colourless at the crown and cooling to a pale grey at the tips, is swept back by the wind so that a broad lock crosses her throat and the rest streams out to the right of frame, the ends lifting. The dark grey jacket is buttoned to a high collar that stands stiff against her jaw, closed to the throat with a gold clasp; gold epaulets with hanging bullion fringe ride her shoulders, ornate gold scrollwork braids the cuffs and the front placket, and every gold edge catches the light in a hard thin line. The cape is fixed at the shoulders beneath the epaulets and billows out to the left, its red lining the only warm colour in the picture, flaring like a torn banner and half-hiding the empty scabbard behind it. Below the jacket hem her legs are sheathed in dark patterned tights -- fine fishnet diamonds over opaque grey -- the mesh deforming gently over the lifted knee and the standing calf. The one light source is a low, cold sun off frame to the upper left, behind the cloud bank: it rims her hair, the epaulets, the flat of the rapier and the cape's turned edge in white, throws her face and the jacket's front into cool shadow that the red eyes burn out of, and casts a long thin shadow of her and the angled blade across the wet flagstones, where the puddles mirror the sky brighter than the sky itself and shiver where the wind touches them. Palette held to charcoal grey, silver-white, tarnished gold and the cape's deep red. Cold, commanding, quietly dangerous.
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