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- Orijinal Prompt
- nakano miku, takarada rikka both wear sports bras boxing gloves and pleated miniskirts matching their color scheme, old and dirty boxing ring,both are at the center of the ring,split screen, both look confident ,old pub,crowd cheering and throwing cash,,,sexy,best quality, only upper body,both have their fists up
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- flash
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- 1824 x 1104
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Kullanılan Model ve LoRA
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character: takarada_rikka, nakano_miku
2girls, split screen, nakano miku, takarada rikka, long hair, brown hair, black hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, headphones around neck, hair bow, wrist scrunchie, sports bra, boxing gloves, pleated miniskirt, midriff, bare arms, fists up, boxing guard, confident, smug, grin, looking at viewer, crowd, cheering, money, throwing money, old pub, boxing ring, dirty, ring ropes, upper body, cowboy shot, from below, dutch angle, depth of field, dramatic lighting, warm palette
Split screen, a vertical seam down the exact center: on the left panel the long brown-haired girl with blue eyes and a lock of hair falling between her brows, on the right panel the long black-haired girl with blue eyes, her hair gathered with a bow and a scrunchie at her wrist. Both stand at the center of an old, grimy boxing ring, shot as a low upper-body close-up from just below chest height so the ring ropes cut diagonally behind their shoulders and the ceiling beams rake overhead. Each girl is square in her own frame, hips shifted onto one leg, torso twisted slightly away from the seam, both fists gloved and raised in a tight guard held at cheek height -- the left girl's rear glove grazing her jaw, the right girl's lead glove pushed a little further forward, both pairs of eyes locked straight into the camera over the top of the gloves.
Both wear sports bras and short pleated miniskirts cut to their own palettes: the brown-haired girl in warm caramel top and cream pleats with mustard glove laces, the black-haired girl in deep charcoal top and ink-blue pleats with crimson glove laces, midriffs bare, skin sheened with sweat, collarbones and the swell of the shoulders catching the light. Padded leather gloves creak at the wrist cuffs, and each glove's stitching is scuffed white where it has been dragged along a rope.
Behind and below the apron, an old pub crowd presses at the ring side in half-shadow: dark wood panelling, a tarnished brass rail, tilted bottles on a shelf, hanging amber lamps with smoke curling around them, dozens of faces in tiers with mouths open mid-shout, fists pumping, and banknotes flung up through the air -- bills snapping, tumbling, one caught flat against a ring rope, a few curling to the canvas, coins glinting where they land. Warm amber key light drops from the overhead lamps, striking the tops of the gloves, the shoulders and the cheekbones and leaving the undersides of the chins and the crowd in deep brown shadow; a cooler rim flicks along the outer edges of both figures, separating them from the crowd.
On the right panel, the black-haired girl's lips curl into a lopsided smirk with one brow arched; on the left, the brown-haired girl grins wide and open, teeth showing, a bead of sweat running from her temple to her jaw. Both are absolutely confident, chins down, eyes hard. Thick dark ropes in the foreground are slightly out of focus and frame the bottom edge of both panels, and the two halves share the same lamp glow so the seam reads as one continuous space cut in two. Gritty, high-energy, effortlessly cool.
thorstenderborsten#0
t0
character: takarada_rikka, nakano_miku
2girls, split screen, nakano miku, takarada rikka, long hair, brown hair, black hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, headphones around neck, hair bow, wrist scrunchie, sports bra, boxing gloves, pleated miniskirt, midriff, bare arms, fists up, boxing guard, confident, smug, grin, looking at viewer, crowd, cheering, money, throwing money, old pub, boxing ring, dirty, ring ropes, upper body, cowboy shot, from below, dutch angle, depth of field, dramatic lighting, warm palette
Split screen, a vertical seam down the exact center: on the left panel the long brown-haired girl with blue eyes and a lock of hair falling between her brows, on the right panel the long black-haired girl with blue eyes, her hair gathered with a bow and a scrunchie at her wrist. Both stand at the center of an old, grimy boxing ring, shot as a low upper-body close-up from just below chest height so the ring ropes cut diagonally behind their shoulders and the ceiling beams rake overhead. Each girl is square in her own frame, hips shifted onto one leg, torso twisted slightly away from the seam, both fists gloved and raised in a tight guard held at cheek height -- the left girl's rear glove grazing her jaw, the right girl's lead glove pushed a little further forward, both pairs of eyes locked straight into the camera over the top of the gloves.
Both wear sports bras and short pleated miniskirts cut to their own palettes: the brown-haired girl in warm caramel top and cream pleats with mustard glove laces, the black-haired girl in deep charcoal top and ink-blue pleats with crimson glove laces, midriffs bare, skin sheened with sweat, collarbones and the swell of the shoulders catching the light. Padded leather gloves creak at the wrist cuffs, and each glove's stitching is scuffed white where it has been dragged along a rope.
Behind and below the apron, an old pub crowd presses at the ring side in half-shadow: dark wood panelling, a tarnished brass rail, tilted bottles on a shelf, hanging amber lamps with smoke curling around them, dozens of faces in tiers with mouths open mid-shout, fists pumping, and banknotes flung up through the air -- bills snapping, tumbling, one caught flat against a ring rope, a few curling to the canvas, coins glinting where they land. Warm amber key light drops from the overhead lamps, striking the tops of the gloves, the shoulders and the cheekbones and leaving the undersides of the chins and the crowd in deep brown shadow; a cooler rim flicks along the outer edges of both figures, separating them from the crowd.
On the right panel, the black-haired girl's lips curl into a lopsided smirk with one brow arched; on the left, the brown-haired girl grins wide and open, teeth showing, a bead of sweat running from her temple to her jaw. Both are absolutely confident, chins down, eyes hard. Thick dark ropes in the foreground are slightly out of focus and frame the bottom edge of both panels, and the two halves share the same lamp glow so the seam reads as one continuous space cut in two. Gritty, high-energy, effortlessly cool.
thorstenderborsten#0
t0
character: takarada_rikka, nakano_miku
2girls, split screen, nakano miku, takarada rikka, long hair, brown hair, black hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, headphones around neck, hair bow, wrist scrunchie, sports bra, boxing gloves, pleated miniskirt, midriff, bare arms, fists up, boxing guard, confident, smug, grin, looking at viewer, crowd, cheering, money, throwing money, old pub, boxing ring, dirty, ring ropes, upper body, cowboy shot, from below, dutch angle, depth of field, dramatic lighting, warm palette
Split screen, a vertical seam down the exact center: on the left panel the long brown-haired girl with blue eyes and a lock of hair falling between her brows, on the right panel the long black-haired girl with blue eyes, her hair gathered with a bow and a scrunchie at her wrist. Both stand at the center of an old, grimy boxing ring, shot as a low upper-body close-up from just below chest height so the ring ropes cut diagonally behind their shoulders and the ceiling beams rake overhead. Each girl is square in her own frame, hips shifted onto one leg, torso twisted slightly away from the seam, both fists gloved and raised in a tight guard held at cheek height -- the left girl's rear glove grazing her jaw, the right girl's lead glove pushed a little further forward, both pairs of eyes locked straight into the camera over the top of the gloves.
Both wear sports bras and short pleated miniskirts cut to their own palettes: the brown-haired girl in warm caramel top and cream pleats with mustard glove laces, the black-haired girl in deep charcoal top and ink-blue pleats with crimson glove laces, midriffs bare, skin sheened with sweat, collarbones and the swell of the shoulders catching the light. Padded leather gloves creak at the wrist cuffs, and each glove's stitching is scuffed white where it has been dragged along a rope.
Behind and below the apron, an old pub crowd presses at the ring side in half-shadow: dark wood panelling, a tarnished brass rail, tilted bottles on a shelf, hanging amber lamps with smoke curling around them, dozens of faces in tiers with mouths open mid-shout, fists pumping, and banknotes flung up through the air -- bills snapping, tumbling, one caught flat against a ring rope, a few curling to the canvas, coins glinting where they land. Warm amber key light drops from the overhead lamps, striking the tops of the gloves, the shoulders and the cheekbones and leaving the undersides of the chins and the crowd in deep brown shadow; a cooler rim flicks along the outer edges of both figures, separating them from the crowd.
On the right panel, the black-haired girl's lips curl into a lopsided smirk with one brow arched; on the left, the brown-haired girl grins wide and open, teeth showing, a bead of sweat running from her temple to her jaw. Both are absolutely confident, chins down, eyes hard. Thick dark ropes in the foreground are slightly out of focus and frame the bottom edge of both panels, and the two halves share the same lamp glow so the seam reads as one continuous space cut in two. Gritty, high-energy, effortlessly cool.
thorstenderborsten#0
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character: nakano_miku, takarada_rikka
split screen, 2girls, upper body only, cowboy shot crop, from below, boxing ring, old dirty boxing ring, boxing gloves, fists up, guard pose, sports bra, red and black sports bra, blue and black sports bra, pleated miniskirt, matching pleated miniskirt, blood on face, beaten up, bloody nose, blood on cheek, bruise, confident, smirk, crowd, cheering, throwing money, old pub interior, dim wooden pub, sexy, nakano miku, long brown hair, hair between eyes, blue eyes, takarada rikka, long black hair, blue eyes, bow, scrunchie, dynamic angle, dramatic lighting
A vertical split screen divides the frame down the middle: blue-tinted light on the left half, red-tinted light on the right, both halves shot from below at chest height so the two fighters loom over the lens, cropped at the waist so only the upper body and lifted fists show. On the left, a girl with long brown hair falling between her eyes, blue eyes, in a blue and black sports bra and a matching blue-and-black pleated miniskirt, black boxing gloves raised in a tight guard before her chin; her jaw is set, one brow lifted, a lopsided confident smirk, a cut on her lip and a streak of blood running from her brow down her cheek, one eye slightly squinted against the sting. On the right, a girl with long black hair tied back with a scrunchie and a bow, blue eyes, in a red and black sports bra and matching red-and-black pleated miniskirt, red boxing gloves up at guard, chin tipped back, teeth bared in a wide confident grin, a bloody nose and a dark bruise flowering on her cheekbone, hair loose strands stuck to her sweat-damp temple. Each girl's fists occlude the lower half of her own face slightly; gloves are scuffed and worn at the knuckles, laces fraying. Behind them the ring is old and filthy: sagging rope lines, canvas stained and torn, the corner posts chipped, sitting at the center of the ring so the ropes cross the midground behind their shoulders. Beyond the ropes an old pub interior — dark wood, low smoke-hazed ceiling, a bar back with bottles — is packed with a cheering crowd, silhouetted heads shouting with open mouths, arms thrust up, crumpled banknotes flung into the air and caught in the downlight, notes hanging and falling around the ring apron. A single hard overhead spotlight per half drops steeply, casting deep shadows under their jawbones and along the ropes, catching sweat highlights on shoulders and glove leather; the crowd falls into darkness beyond the light pool. Palette confined to blue-and-black on the left, red-and-black on the right, warm beer-amber and smoke grey in the background, blood red as the only shared accent across both halves. Sweat beads roll down the canvas of the near rope where a glove has rested. Gritty, electric.
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