阿
王の決断と未来の約束
阿部優
Haunted Charm
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- Оригінальний промпт
- A portrait of a newborn baby girl, with a regal and knowing expression on her face that is far too mature for an infant. She has piercing, steely-gray eyes and is wrapped in a soft, silk blanket. The background is the ornate, ancient stone of a castle nursery, bathed in soft, ethereal light. Epic Fantasy Prompt An imposing silhouette of an armored king with a crown and scepter, his form translucent and glowing, stands protectively behind a tiny, sleeping princess in a lavish, four-poster crib. The king's hand, still clutching his weapon, is held above the baby as if shielding her from unseen threats. The room is dark and mysterious, lit only by moonlight streaming through a gothic window. Symbolic and Artistic Prompt A close-up shot of a polished, marble floor in a grand castle hall. The reflection in the stone shows a stern, powerful king in full regalia, his expression commanding. However, the true source of the reflection is a young girl, the Eighth Princess, who is crawling on her hands and knees across the floor. She is small and innocent, with a curious look on her face, and her reflection is only visible as the mighty king. This image should have a dream-like, watercolor feel, blending the two figures together.
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- 768 x 1280
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- 28
- Метод семплінгу
- Euler a
- Масштаб CFG
- 5
- Негативні
- nsfw, worst quality, bad quality, low quality, lowres, anatomical nonsense, artistic error, bad anatomy, interlocked fingers, extra fingers, text, artist name, signature, bad feet, extra toes, ugly, poorly drawn, censor, blurry, watermark, simple background, transparent background, old, oldest, glitch, deformed, mutated, disfigured, long body, bad hands, missing fingers, extra digit, fewer digits, cropped, very displeasing, sketch, jpeg artifacts, username, censored, bar_censor, mosaic_censor, conjoined, bad ai-generated, nsfw, long neck, skin blemishes, skin spots, acne, the wrong limb, error, black line, excess hands
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A young heir in their early twenties, a dark horse who rose from common streets to carry royal blood, stands alone in the center aisle of a vast abandoned gothic throne hall at twilight on a late autumn evening when the first frost has settled and the war of succession has ended with all other claimants fallen. One hand rests on the pommel of a longsword whose tip touches the cracked white and grey marble floor, the other hand is extended forward with fingers just short of touching a small golden crown set with three dark sapphires, resting on a red velvet cushion with gold tassels held out by a kneeling royal guard in dented silver armor with his helmet tucked under his arm and his head lowered. They wear a deep black hooded cloak lined with off-white fur with gold crown embroidery on the chest and sleeves and faintly shimmering thread along the edges, over a pale cream tunic with long sleeves sewn with silver thread in the shape of oak leaves, a dark silk sash at the waist, worn leather bracers, and mud-caked travel boots, the trailing hem torn and stained. Their dark hair is half tied back with loose strands dusted with ash, a thin pale scar runs across the left cheek, a simple iron circlet sits crooked on their head, and their breath is visible in the cold air. Their face is calm with quiet unwavering resolve, silver-grey eyes fixed on the crown, a faint tired smile that holds both grief and restrained ambition. The view is at eye level, slightly low, in a three-quarter medium-full composition that centers the heir and places the empty throne directly behind, a massive throne forged from countless fused swords with dried blood at its base, flanked by towering stone columns and pointed arches. Behind them crimson banners bearing a lion, a wolf, and a dragon hang torn between marble columns, stained glass windows in deep reds and blues are shattered and let shafts of amber light and moonlight fall across stone walls, an ornate unlit chandelier sways slightly overhead, dust motes hang in the cold, sword marks and footprints in ash cover the cracked marble floor, defeated rival candidates in velvet and armor kneel with lowered heads at the edges of the hall, and three black ravens perch on the high pillars watching the moment the crown awaits its sole successor.
Master Foolishly
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騎士
guile78
""", , , A young woman who is the legitimate firstborn heir to the kingdom stands alone in the grand coronation hall before the empty marble throne, her right hand resting on an old ceremonial sword laid across the armrest as if claiming it. It is early winter morning and pale cold light comes through tall stained glass windows, with dust floating in the air. The atmosphere is solemn, silent, and heavy with ancestral expectation. The viewpoint is at eye level and slightly low, framing her from the knees up with the throne just behind her. The visual center is her face and the thin silver circlet on her head. Her expression is calm but resolute, lips pressed together, eyes looking straight ahead toward the doors of the throne room. She stands upright with her shoulders back and her feet planted firmly. She wears a white robe lined with white fur over a deep navy dress embroidered with silver sigils, her dark hair braided and bound with the circlet, not yet a full crown. Behind her are faded banners of past monarchs, a cold unlit fireplace, and a long red carpet worn thin in the middle
Master Foolishly
