もっこす村
Hiển thị thông số
- Prompt gốc
- black smoke, smoke out with mouth, from above, foreshortening, light particles, sanpaku,backlighting, graphite (medium), clean lineart, flat color, ((4k,8k,Ultra HD)),((Masterpiece :1.2)),((Best quality :1.2)),((Detailed :1.5)),((Detailed background :1.5)) from side, too many mushrooms, city, mushroom ,male, eccentric appearance, tall, unsettling grin, sharp teeth, and deep creases, conveying a sinister, almost demonic expression, red face mask, kigurumi,Matango
- Kích thước
- 768 x 1280
- Bước lấy mẫu
- 14
- Phương pháp lấy mẫu
- Euler
- Tỉ lệ CFG
- 3
- Loại trừ
- bad quality, worst quality, lowres, jpeg artifacts, bad anatomy, bad hands, multiple views, signature, watermark, censored, ugly, messy
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A towering male humanoid figure stands ominously in a blood-soaked forest, his entire form composed of shifting, shadowy darkness. His muscular torso and legs are pitch-black, as if carved from pure void, while his arms from the elbows down appear to be made of coagulated blood, ending in vicious, clawed hands. His long, flowing red hair cascades past his waist like a crimson waterfall. He wears a tattered black ceremonial skirt woven from shadows themselves, its edges frayed and dissolving into smoke.
His face is eerily blank—a smooth, featureless expanse—except for a wide, grinning mouth lined with razor-sharp teeth. Above him hovers a massive reddish-black halo, its surface embedded with countless unblinking golden eyes that peer in all directions. His shadowy body is fractured with glowing golden cracks, pulsing with an eerie inner light. Several floating blood orbs surround him, each containing a golden eye that watches with unnatural awareness. Wisps of black energy coil off his form like living tendrils.
The ground beneath him is drenched in blood, pooling between gnarled tree roots and soaking into the earth. The air is thick with a sinister aura, the forest itself seeming to recoil from his presence. The atmosphere is one of dread and otherworldly horror, rendered in hyper-detailed, dark fantasy style with dramatic lighting that accentuates the contrast between his shadowy form and the crimson surroundings.
Amogelang Griff
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A towering male humanoid figure stands ominously in a blood-soaked forest, his entire form composed of shifting, shadowy darkness. His muscular torso and legs are pitch-black, as if carved from pure void, while his arms from the elbows down appear to be made of coagulated blood, ending in vicious, clawed hands. His long, flowing red hair cascades past his waist like a crimson waterfall. He wears a tattered black ceremonial skirt woven from shadows themselves, its edges frayed and dissolving into smoke.
His face is eerily blank—a smooth, featureless expanse—except for a wide, grinning mouth lined with razor-sharp teeth. Above him hovers a massive reddish-black halo, its surface embedded with countless unblinking golden eyes that peer in all directions. His shadowy body is fractured with glowing golden cracks, pulsing with an eerie inner light. Several floating blood orbs surround him, each containing a golden eye that watches with unnatural awareness. Wisps of black energy coil off his form like living tendrils.
The ground beneath him is drenched in blood, pooling between gnarled tree roots and soaking into the earth. The air is thick with a sinister aura, the forest itself seeming to recoil from his presence. The atmosphere is one of dread and otherworldly horror, rendered in hyper-detailed, dark fantasy style with dramatic lighting that accentuates the contrast between his shadowy form and the crimson surroundings.
Amogelang Griff
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A towering male humanoid figure stands ominously in a blood-soaked forest, his entire form composed of shifting, shadowy darkness. His muscular torso and legs are pitch-black, as if carved from pure void, while his arms from the elbows down appear to be made of coagulated blood, ending in vicious, clawed hands. His long, flowing red hair cascades past his waist like a crimson waterfall. He wears a tattered black ceremonial skirt woven from shadows themselves, its edges frayed and dissolving into smoke.
His face is eerily blank—a smooth, featureless expanse—except for a wide, grinning mouth lined with razor-sharp teeth. Above him hovers a massive reddish-black halo, its surface embedded with countless unblinking golden eyes that peer in all directions. His shadowy body is fractured with glowing golden cracks, pulsing with an eerie inner light. Several floating blood orbs surround him, each containing a golden eye that watches with unnatural awareness. Wisps of black energy coil off his form like living tendrils.
The ground beneath him is drenched in blood, pooling between gnarled tree roots and soaking into the earth. The air is thick with a sinister aura, the forest itself seeming to recoil from his presence. The atmosphere is one of dread and otherworldly horror, rendered in hyper-detailed, dark fantasy style with dramatic lighting that accentuates the contrast between his shadowy form and the crimson surroundings.
Amogelang Griff
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