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PixAI × zeta Original Character Creation Contest 2026 #zetaCollab

Published on Oct 28, 2026

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character: natsuki_(doki_doki_literature_club), copyright: doki_doki_literature_club 1girl, 1man, 2girls? no, 2 characters, pink hair, short hair, two side up, hair ornament, pink eyes, fang, v-shaped eyebrows, long eyelashes, tsundere, pout, puffed cheeks, annoyed expression, avoiding eye contact, looking away, crossed arms, pink cat onesie, hood up, hooded, partially open onesie, open onesie, zipper, zipper pull tab, breasts in onesie, small breasts, soft breasts, sagging breasts, cleavage, athletic physique, curvy body, narrow waist, wide hips, thick thighs, barefoot, beautiful feet, detailed feet, detailed toes, soles, spread toes, expressive toes, crossed legs, princess carry, carried, holding legs, man standing, man smiling, looking opposite, looking away from each other, living room, indoors, from side, cowboy shot, dutch angle, From a low three-quarter side view, tilted slightly off level so the diagonal of the two bodies cuts across the frame from lower left to upper right, a short pink-haired young woman is held up off the floor in a princess carry by a single man standing in a lived-in living room. She is the near figure: her pink hair is cut short around her jaw with two small tied-up bunches high at either side of her head, each bound with a small white and green ribbon bow, and her pink eyes are turned hard away to the left edge of frame, averted from his face. Her brows pinch down into a sharp V over the bridge of her nose, her cheeks are puffed full of held breath, and her lower lip pushes out in a pout with one small fang catching the light at the corner of her closed mouth. Long lashes sweep low over her lowered lids. Her arms are folded tight across her chest, forearms stacked, one hand gripping the opposite sleeve-cuff of the onesie, shoulders drawn up. She wears a pink cat-eared hooded onesie, the hood pulled up over her head with the two pointed ears standing above her hair, the front zipper run partially down from the throat to just below her collarbone so the open edges of the pink fleece fall apart in a narrow V over her chest; a small metal zipper pull tab dangles from the slider at the low point of the opened track. The fleece stretches taut across the small soft curve of her breasts where they settle with their own weight inside the open fabric; her waist narrows sharply, then her hips and thick thighs flare wide where the onesie bunches and rides up under the crook of his arm. He stands square to the ground with his weight on his back leg, the front foot advanced, both forearms slid under her — one under her shoulder blades, one under the backs of her knees — so her legs are folded and crossed at the ankles over his forearm and both bare feet hang free toward the camera on the lower right. Her soles face the lens, heels together and toes spread apart in a splayed fan, the pads of each toe visibly pressing and curling expressively against the air, smooth soft skin taut over the arch, the outer edge of each foot catching a pale rim of window light. His head is turned the opposite way from hers, to the right, chin lifted, eyes crinkled, an easy open smile on his face as he looks off past the frame edge; beneath that smile his jaw is set and his forearms are braced and slightly strained, the tendons standing at his wrists where the weight of her settles into his hold. Her trailing hood tie and the loose fleece of the opened onesie hang downward under gravity; her short hair sways slightly back from the motion of being lifted. The room behind them is a lived-in living room: a low sofa with a rumpled throw, a coffee table with a mug pushed to one side, a bookshelf with spines out of alignment, a warm lamp in the far corner. Daylight comes in from a tall window on the left, cool and diffuse, and strikes the left side of her hood, her cheek and the outer edge of her exposed soles; the warm lamp fills the opposite side of the room and lays a soft amber edge along his shoulder and the back of her onesie. Their shadows fall together across the floorboards toward the lower right, his long shape and her small hooked one merging into a single dark patch that touches the rug edge, and the floorboards show the seam lines that catch the light. Palette: pink dominant in her hair, her onesie, the blush of her puffed cheeks; cool daylight grey-blue in the shadows and right-hand window light; warm amber in the lamp side of the room; the floor's muted brown holding both. Soft cel-shaded rendering with clean linework, fine detailed toes, subtle fleece texture on the onesie, uncluttered midground keeping full detail on her face, her crossed arms and her splayed feet, the rest falling softly toward the walls. Teasing, tender.

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