Muichiro Tokito, Demon Slayer: Kimetsu no Yaiba
Hiển thị thông số
- Prompt gốc
- 鬼滅の刃 時透無一郎 崖から飛び降りる 刀を手に抜刀する
- Chế độ
- pro
- Thẻ chất lượng
- ﹝Nhắc nhở﹞
- Kích thước
- 1104 x 1824
- Loại trừ
- lowres, worst quality, low quality, bad anatomy, explicit
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h5
character: tokitou_muichirou, copyright: kimetsu_no_yaiba
1boy, solo, very long hair, straight hair, two-tone hair, black hair with aqua tips, split bangs, aqua eyes, expressionless, blank stare, demon slayer uniform, wide sleeves, loose clothes, black jacket, dark hakama pants, white belt, katana, sword, scabbard, unsheathing, drawing sword, hand on hilt, holding sword, battoujutsu, midair, leaping, falling, jumping off cliff, from below, dynamic angle, dramatic perspective, sheer cliff, jagged rock, mountain mist, fog, updraft, billowing clothes, floating hair, wind, full body, cinematic lighting
From a dynamic low angle looking steeply upward, a slender boy plunges through open air away from the craggy ledge of a sheer stone precipice. His floor-length, straight jet-black hair transitions into vivid aqua tips, fanning upward against gravity in the violent atmospheric updraft. He wears an oversized dark teal-black uniform whose voluminous, trailing kimono-style sleeves billow outward like sails in the rushing wind, gathered above loose pleated trousers and secured at the waist by a simple white belt. His right hand firmly clasps the wrapped hilt of his katana, pulling the polished blade cleanly out of the scabbard in a swift unsheathing motion, sending a cold metallic glint tracing along the emerging steel. His left hand braces the dark scabbard securely against his hip, his thumb guiding the guard as the weapon frees itself. His wide, clear aqua eyes remain entirely blank and unblinking, aimed calmly downward into the void beneath him with serene detachment. Above him, striated basalt rock faces vanish into drifting pale grey mountain fog, while tiny pebbles dislodged by his leap tumble alongside him, trailing wisps of condensation through the cold mountain air. The palette is dominated by dark charcoal, slate-blue rock, and damp white mist, sharply contrasted by the piercing turquoise of his hair tips and the bright steel edge of the unsheathed blade. Ethereal stillness amidst violent momentum.
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h5
character: tokitou_muichirou, copyright: kimetsu_no_yaiba
1boy, solo, very long hair, straight hair, two-tone hair, black hair with aqua tips, split bangs, aqua eyes, expressionless, blank stare, demon slayer uniform, wide sleeves, loose clothes, black jacket, dark hakama pants, white belt, katana, sword, scabbard, unsheathing, drawing sword, hand on hilt, holding sword, battoujutsu, midair, leaping, falling, jumping off cliff, from below, dynamic angle, dramatic perspective, sheer cliff, jagged rock, mountain mist, fog, updraft, billowing clothes, floating hair, wind, full body, cinematic lighting
From a dynamic low angle looking steeply upward, a slender boy plunges through open air away from the craggy ledge of a sheer stone precipice. His floor-length, straight jet-black hair transitions into vivid aqua tips, fanning upward against gravity in the violent atmospheric updraft. He wears an oversized dark teal-black uniform whose voluminous, trailing kimono-style sleeves billow outward like sails in the rushing wind, gathered above loose pleated trousers and secured at the waist by a simple white belt. His right hand firmly clasps the wrapped hilt of his katana, pulling the polished blade cleanly out of the scabbard in a swift unsheathing motion, sending a cold metallic glint tracing along the emerging steel. His left hand braces the dark scabbard securely against his hip, his thumb guiding the guard as the weapon frees itself. His wide, clear aqua eyes remain entirely blank and unblinking, aimed calmly downward into the void beneath him with serene detachment. Above him, striated basalt rock faces vanish into drifting pale grey mountain fog, while tiny pebbles dislodged by his leap tumble alongside him, trailing wisps of condensation through the cold mountain air. The palette is dominated by dark charcoal, slate-blue rock, and damp white mist, sharply contrasted by the piercing turquoise of his hair tips and the bright steel edge of the unsheathed blade. Ethereal stillness amidst violent momentum.
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h5
character: tokitou_muichirou, copyright: kimetsu_no_yaiba
1boy, solo, very long hair, straight hair, two-tone hair, black hair with aqua tips, split bangs, aqua eyes, expressionless, blank stare, demon slayer uniform, wide sleeves, loose clothes, black jacket, dark hakama pants, white belt, katana, sword, scabbard, unsheathing, drawing sword, hand on hilt, holding sword, battoujutsu, midair, leaping, falling, jumping off cliff, from below, dynamic angle, dramatic perspective, sheer cliff, jagged rock, mountain mist, fog, updraft, billowing clothes, floating hair, wind, full body, cinematic lighting
From a dynamic low angle looking steeply upward, a slender boy plunges through open air away from the craggy ledge of a sheer stone precipice. His floor-length, straight jet-black hair transitions into vivid aqua tips, fanning upward against gravity in the violent atmospheric updraft. He wears an oversized dark teal-black uniform whose voluminous, trailing kimono-style sleeves billow outward like sails in the rushing wind, gathered above loose pleated trousers and secured at the waist by a simple white belt. His right hand firmly clasps the wrapped hilt of his katana, pulling the polished blade cleanly out of the scabbard in a swift unsheathing motion, sending a cold metallic glint tracing along the emerging steel. His left hand braces the dark scabbard securely against his hip, his thumb guiding the guard as the weapon frees itself. His wide, clear aqua eyes remain entirely blank and unblinking, aimed calmly downward into the void beneath him with serene detachment. Above him, striated basalt rock faces vanish into drifting pale grey mountain fog, while tiny pebbles dislodged by his leap tumble alongside him, trailing wisps of condensation through the cold mountain air. The palette is dominated by dark charcoal, slate-blue rock, and damp white mist, sharply contrasted by the piercing turquoise of his hair tips and the bright steel edge of the unsheathed blade. Ethereal stillness amidst violent momentum.
heipo55
h5
character: tokitou_muichirou, copyright: kimetsu_no_yaiba
1boy, solo, very long hair, straight hair, two-tone hair, black hair fading to aqua, teal hair tips, light aqua eyes, vacant eyes, calm expression, oversized wide sleeves, dark slate jacket, loose hakama pants, white belt, sword sheath at hip, drawing sword, unsheathing katana, holding hilt, metallic blade, jumping, leaping, midair, free fall, falling rocks, sheer cliff, rocky precipice, swirling mist, dense fog, from below, looking up, dynamic angle, foreshortening
From below at a steep upward dynamic angle, the slender young swordsman is caught mid-plunge as he leaps forward from the fractured precipice of a towering stone cliff. His body angles downward through empty space, legs bent slightly with one knee drawn higher to cut through the descent. His right hand grips the braided hilt of the katana, smoothly drawing the gleaming steel blade from the black scabbard strapped to his left waist, the unsheathed edge flashing with a sharp silver highlight. His left hand anchors the scabbard firmly against the white sash at his hip. The oversized, voluminous sleeves of his dark slate-teal uniform inflate upward like parachutes against the rush of air, billowing wide around his arms, while his extraordinarily long straight hair—inky black transitioning into bright pale-aqua at the ends—fans out behind and above him in turbulent, weightless ribbons. His expression is completely calm and detached, his wide, light aqua eyes gazing outward with tranquil focus, lips relaxed and shut. Behind him, the dark vertical crag of the cliff face shears upward into pale swirling banks of mountain fog, with small dislodged stones and shale fragments tumbling through the mist at varying rates alongside his fall. A cool, overcast ambient light illuminates the moist mountain air, carving soft slate-blue shadows into the billowing folds of his garments and reflecting sharply along the polished steel of his drawn weapon. Ethereal precision.
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