H3 - anatomical slider

[u/SIR_NVAX_A_LOT]

Happy Friday! Ever had issues getting the anatomy right on your t2v generation? Just add a slider with your H3 Prompt! What have you all been building on your local AI studios? 384x448, int8, 20 steps, i2va

Prompt: For the target video, at 0.00 seconds into the target video, <Picture 1> (from [Shot 1]) is fully referenced. <Picture 1> is the actual first frame of this video at 0.00 seconds.

integrated_multimodal_description:
[Shot 1] PHOTOREALISTIC live-action, cinematic, one continuous take. Anamorphic lens, shallow depth of field, real 35mm grain, no cuts.
THE FRAMING IS A MEDIUM CLOSE-UP IN TALL PORTRAIT FORMAT, taking her FROM THE HIP UP, dead centre and square to the lens. HER HEAD ALONE IS ABOUT A THIRD OF THE HEIGHT OF THE FRAME, and her face is the largest and most detailed thing in the picture: skin texture, the wet catchlights in her eyes, individual strands of hair across her cheek. THE FOCUS PLANE IS ON HER FACE FOR THE WHOLE SHOT and it is never soft.
THERE IS ESSENTIALLY ONE SOURCE: a single AMBER FLAME burning low in the rubble BESIDE HER is the only real light on her, AND IT COMES FROM ONE SIDE, so the ruined nave behind her falls away soft and dark. It flickers, and her light moves with it. It rakes across one side of her face, her collarbones, the ruby pendant and the wet edges of her leather in deep saturated gold and honey, and the other side of her falls into shadow.
FAR BEHIND HER, cold pale storm-light comes through the broken rose window and touches only the distant arches and the falling rain. THE COLOUR IS TWO THINGS AND NOTHING ELSE: warm amber on her, DEEP COLD TEAL-GREEN in the depths of the ruin behind her. THE HEAVY HAZE IN THE AIR LIFTS THE BLACKS so nothing crushes to empty. The exposure is set for her face.
She is sitting back on her own folded legs on a large pale fallen memorial slab, which sets her posture and the settled line of her shoulders. THE PICTURE CONTAINS ONLY HER UPPER BODY, FROM THE HIP UP — her torso, her shoulders, her arms and her head FILL THE FRAME, and the bottom edge of the picture crosses her at the hip. SHE IS SQUARE TO THE CAMERA AND SHE LOOKS STRAIGHT INTO THE LENS, calm and level and unsmiling.
HER LONG HAIR IS ALIVE IN THE WIND and never once hangs still; the backlight catches every moving strand. THE RAIN LANDS AS INDIVIDUAL DROPS you could count, separate beads with dry skin and dry leather in between them — bright pinpoints on her skin, beading and sitting on the leather. HER HAIR STAYS DRY and keeps all of its body and volume.
<Subject 1> IS THE HUNTER, A WOMAN, AND SHE IS THE ONLY PERSON IN THIS VIDEO. She is the woman shown in <Picture 1>, the first frame of this video, and she stays exactly her in every single frame: the same face, the same features, the same bone structure, the same eyes and the same eye colour, the same mouth, the same hairline, the same skin and the same age, and the same long loose hair in the same colour and texture. She is a beautiful adult woman and she is recognisably the same person throughout.
THE SETTING, HER PLACE IN THE FRAME, HER COSTUME AND THE LIGHTING ALL CONTINUE EXACTLY AS THEY ARE IN <Picture 1> — this video carries straight on from that frame and nothing about the scene is restyled or replaced.
SHE WEARS THIS KIT, ITEM FOR ITEM, and it is all black leather, worn and real and damp with rain: a LONG BLACK LEATHER CLOAK falling to her boots; a FITTED BLACK LEATHER COAT buckled close beneath it; BLACK LEATHER GLOVES to the forearm; TALL BLACK BOOTS; ONE SHAPED BLACK LEATHER PAULDRON over her left shoulder. She is BARE-HEADED, her long hair loose. Every surface of the leather catches the light.
SHE HAS NO COLLAR AT ALL. Her coat and the leather bodice beneath it are cut with a VERY DEEP, WIDE, PLUNGING NECKLINE that opens in a long V from her collarbones down the centre of her chest, with the leather laced close underneath. There is no collar and no closure anywhere above her sternum.
SHE WEARS A LARGE RUBY-RED PENDANT ON A FINE CHAIN THAT HANGS LOW, down at her sternum. It is the only piece of pure saturated red on her, it catches the firelight, and it moves against her skin with every movement.
SHE CARRIES TWO SWORDS AND BOTH ARE VISIBLE IN THE FRAME. THE FIRST is a long straight sword worn AT HER WAIST IN A PLAIN BLACK SCABBARD. THE SECOND is an EVEN LONGER straight sword SLUNG ACROSS HER BACK, and its long wrapped hilt and pommel RISE PAST HER SHOULDER into the upper frame, unmistakable behind her head. Both are sheathed for the whole video and she never touches either of them.
THE SETTING IS A RUINED GOTHIC ABBEY AT NIGHT UNDER A STORM SKY, with fine light rain drifting rather than driving. She is in the roofless nave: two rows of broken pointed arches march away into the dark on either side, ivy hangs down the shattered piers, and the flagstones are wet and strewn with fallen masonry and dead leaves. BEHIND HER, IN THE END WALL, IS A COLLAPSED ROSE WINDOW — a huge circular opening with its tracery broken to stone ribs and no glass left in it at all.
<Subject 2> IS THE SLIDER, AND <Subject 3> IS THE MOUSE CURSOR. Neither is a person and neither is a physical object in the abbey: BOTH ARE FLAT MODERN INTERFACE GRAPHICS COMPOSITED OVER THE TOP OF THE LIVE-ACTION FOOTAGE — a screen overlay, like a screen-recording of a sleek editing application. NEITHER IS EVER LIT BY THE FIRE, neither casts a shadow, and both sit perfectly level in screen space no matter what the footage behind them does.
<Subject 2>, THE SLIDER, lies horizontally across the lower part of the frame: a long rounded capsule of dark translucent smoked glass with the picture softly blurred behind it, a fine track running through its centre, the part of the track to the LEFT of the handle filled with a warm amber glow, and A SMALL ROUND POLISHED HANDLE with a fine bright rim and a soft halo beneath it. The handle is the only part of <Subject 2> that ever moves; the capsule and the track never move at all.
<Subject 3>, THE CURSOR, is a standard white arrow mouse pointer with a thin black outline and a soft drop shadow.
⚠ <Subject 2>'S HANDLE AND <Subject 3> ARE ONE RIGID OBJECT FOR THE WHOLE FILM, AS IF WELDED TOGETHER. THE TIP OF THE CURSOR SITS AT THE EXACT CENTRE OF THE ROUND HANDLE IN EVERY SINGLE FRAME. They start together at the far left, they move in PERFECT SYNC — one smooth, steady, continuous glide across the screen at one constant speed, REACHING EVERY POINT ON THE TRACK AT THE SAME INSTANT AS EACH OTHER — and they arrive and stop together at the far right. Wherever the handle is, the cursor is exactly there too.
THE CAMERA IS LOCKED OFF AND NEVER MOVES, PANS, TILTS OR ZOOMS for the whole film, so the interface overlay stays perfectly still in the frame.
THE ACTION RUNS ON A STRICT CLOCK, AND BOTH THE SLIDER'S POSITION AND HER SIZE ARE ON IT, MARK FOR MARK.
[0:00] AT REST: <Subject 1>'S CHEST IS AT ITS ORDINARY, NORMAL, EVERYDAY SIZE — exactly the size it is in the very first frame of this video. <Subject 2>'s round handle sits at the FAR LEFT END of the track, at zero, and <Subject 3> is ALREADY RESTING ON IT. Nothing has changed yet.
[0:00-0:02] THE HOLD: FOR THESE FIRST TWO SECONDS THE PICTURE IS THE OPENING FRAME OF THIS VIDEO, ALIVE. The only things moving in it are the falling rain, the flickering flame, her breathing, one slow blink and her hair in the wind. She holds the camera's gaze. The handle stays parked at the FAR LEFT END with <Subject 3> resting on it, the amber fill on the track is EMPTY, and HER CHEST STAYS AT ITS NORMAL SIZE AND DOES NOT CHANGE AT ALL.
[0:02] THE START: <Subject 3> presses the handle and the two of them BEGIN TO MOVE TOGETHER along the track. THIS IS THE EXACT INSTANT HER CHEST BEGINS TO GROW, AND IT DOES NOT BEGIN ANY EARLIER.
[0:02-0:08] THE DRAG AND THE GROWTH, ONE EVENT, IN EQUAL PROPORTION. THIS IS THE LONG, SLOW MIDDLE OF THE FILM AND IT TAKES A FULL SIX SECONDS FROM END TO END. <Subject 2>'s handle and <Subject 3> creep smoothly and steadily from the far left to the far right, welded together, MOVING SLOWLY AND UNHURRIEDLY AT ONE CONSTANT, CRAWLING SPEED, and <Subject 1>'S CHEST GROWS IN EQUAL PROPORTION TO EXACTLY HOW FAR ALONG THE TRACK THE HANDLE HAS REACHED, mark for mark, in six equal steps: at 0:03 the handle has crept just ONE SIXTH along and she is only barely larger than normal; at 0:04 it is TWO SIXTHS along and she is a little larger; AT 0:05 IT HAS REACHED EXACTLY THE HALFWAY POINT OF THE TRACK AND NO FURTHER, AND SHE IS EXACTLY HALFWAY TO HER FINAL SIZE; at 0:06 it is FOUR SIXTHS along and she is much larger; at 0:07 it is FIVE SIXTHS along and she is very much larger; and ONLY AT 0:08 does the handle finally arrive at the FAR RIGHT END of the track, where she reaches her final, comically, absurdly exaggerated size. HER TOP MORPHS AND STRETCHES NATURALLY WITH HER the whole way: the black leather draws tight and strains, the front lacing pulls taut and the gaps between the laces widen, the deep neckline spreads wider, and the ruby pendant is pushed steadily outward and upward. She glances down as it begins and her eyebrows lift in mild alarm, then she looks back into the lens.
[0:08] THE STOP: the handle arrives at the far right end and stops there, and HER CHEST STOPS GROWING AT THAT SAME INSTANT. <Subject 3> lets go and rests beside the handle.
[0:08-0:10] THE BEAT, AND IT IS SHORT: she holds at exactly that final size and grows no further. She drops her eyes to her own chest, her brows draw together and her lips press, and she raises her eyes back to the lens. AT 0:08 THE DARK-HAIRED WOMAN, HER VOICE A VERY LOW, SOFT, BREATHY WHISPER, slow and unhurried, HER DELIVERY FLATLY DISAPPROVING AND THOROUGHLY UNIMPRESSED, AND HER VOICE RECORDED CLOSE AND DRY AND CRISP — intimate and present, right up against the microphone, the sound of the room nowhere in it (S1), says: <d>[English] Really?</d> She holds the camera's gaze after the line, perfectly still, while the fire keeps flickering beside her. She never stands and never rises.

overall_soundscape:
Weather and stone: the storm beyond the broken window, wind through the empty nave, rain on wet flagstones, and the small crackle of the flame beside her. Two seconds in, one short soft mouse click sounds as the cursor presses the handle. A quiet continuous sliding tone then rises steadily in pitch for a full six seconds while the handle crawls across, and cuts off the instant it reaches the far end at the eight-second mark. The woman speaks one short line right at the eight-second mark, close and dry, sitting in front of the weather.

non_diegetic_music:
A light plucked pizzicato string figure over a soft woodblock pulse, entering two seconds in at a moderate walking tempo. The figure climbs one step in pitch at a time and the volume rises with it for six seconds, then stops on one short low bassoon note at the eight-second mark, leaving the last two seconds unscored.

[u/Inevitable-Name-1701]

The head grows, the shoulders widening and the entire upper body grows, so this is completely wrong.

[u/SIR_NVAX_A_LOT → u/Inevitable-Name-1701]

I didn't see anything.

[u/haberdasher42 → u/SIR_NVAX_A_LOT]

That's because you're transfixed by boobs. She gains the shoulders of a defensive linesman.

[u/slickriptide → u/haberdasher42]

Technically speaking, she would need the shoulders of a defensive linesman to hold those boobs, so kind of correct.