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A gas mask with a bomb exploding

réalisteNoir et blanc29 septembre 2024
Design de tatouage A gas mask with a bomb exploding généré par IA
Tatouage généré par IA

Prompt

A gas mask with a bomb exploding

Ouvre le générateur de tatouages IA avec ce prompt et les mêmes réglages : réaliste · Noir et blanc.

Prompt négatif

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Détails du design

Type
Noir et blanc
Créateur
Leonardo
Date de création

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A Detailed Tattoo-style Illustration Combining Symbols Of Malta And Ireland. The Design Features A Maltese Cross Intertwined With An Intricate Celtic Knot. Include A Shamrock Subtly Woven Into The Knotwork And The Iconic Maltese Luzzu Boat Eye Integrated Into The Design. Add Flowing Waves That Merge The Mediterranean And Atlantic Seas. Style Should Be Black And Grey Ink, Fine Linework, Soft Shading, Highly Detailed, Balanced And Symmetrical, With A Clean Tattoo-ready Composition And Minimal Background.

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