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AI art "The other face of the family" featuring #Fate-Serie, #Fate/Grand Order, #Edmond Dantès, #Ereshkigal, #Abigail Williams and #Super Natural Dating Sim

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The other face of the family

Wettbewerbseinreichung

PixAI x Super Natural Dating Sim Contest

#Fate-Serie #Fate/Grand Order #Edmond Dantès #Ereshkigal #Abigail Williams

Veröffentlicht: Nov 10, 2026

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character: edmond_dantes_(fate), ereshkigal_(fate), abigail_williams_(fate) 3girls, edmond dantes, ereshkigal, abigail williams, standing, dark night alley, fog, full moon, glowing eyes, soft eye glow, looking down at viewer, from below, extreme low angle, calm expression, serious, eerie atmosphere, menacing, black gloves, fedora, white hair, wavy hair, hair over one eye, yellow eyes, cross-shaped pupils, long black coat, high collar coat, blonde hair, long hair, parted bangs, red eyes, hair ribbon, tiara, earrings, black dress, long sleeves, blonde hair, very long hair, hair bow, orange bow, polka dot bow, hair bun, blue eyes, black bow, polka dot dress, hat, sleeves past wrists, night, cobblestone, brick walls, deep shadows, moonlight, backlighting, volumetric fog, wide shot, dutch angle, An extreme low-angle wide shot from the wet cobblestones of a narrow brick alley at night: the viewer's eye sits almost at ground level, so all three figures tower above the frame, seen from below and slightly to one side, their heads tilted down. Edmond Dantes stands nearest, left of centre, weight on his back foot, one black-gloved hand resting open at his coat's high collar, the other hanging loose with the fingers half-curled; his short wavy white hair falls over the right eye, his pale long black coat with its high collar swallowed in the dark, the brim of his fedora dipping toward the lens. Ereshkigal stands centre-right a half-step deeper, chin lowered, both hands folded calmly at her waist over the front of her black long-sleeved dress, her long blonde hair with parted bangs falling past her shoulders, the red bow and small tiara catching a thin edge of moonlight, earrings glinting at her jaw; her red eyes glow softly. Abigail Williams stands at far right, the smallest, drawn up close to the wall as if she has just stepped out of the fog, the brim of her hat shadowing the top of her face, her very long blonde hair and its large orange polka-dot bow framing her shoulders, a black bow at her throat, sleeves falling past her wrists and fingers, the polka-dot print of her dress barely legible in the gloom; her blue eyes glow softly, and her mouth stays a flat, composed line. All three gazes land on the viewer from above, and all three faces carry the same unhurried, perfectly calm stillness — no smile, no scowl, lids level — which is what makes the scene wrong. The full moon hangs high and slightly behind them at the top of the frame, softly glowing, rimming the crowns of their hair and the shoulders of their coats in cold silver and leaving their fronts in deep shadow so the eye-glow reads as a single unnatural, self-lit brightness — the only light in the picture that comes from the figures themselves and does not fall on anything. Fog fills the alley's far end and pools at their feet, diffuse and moonlit, half-swallowing a distant drainpipe; a single detail sells the air — the fog curls and billows only around their ankles, the stone directly beneath their shoes staying dry and clear. Wet cobblestones underfoot carry broken vertical smears of moonlight, brighter and harder in the thin film of water than the moon above, and the far walls fade to near-black beyond the mid-ground, abandoning every detail but a few brick courses and one barred window. Palette: black, wet slate grey, and cold moonlit blue-silver, with the three glows as the only saturated points — a pale yellow from the fedora's shadow, faint red, faint blue — and nothing warm admitted anywhere in the frame. Heightened contrast, deep crushed shadows, fine grain on the fog. Quiet dread, cold and composed.

The other face of the family

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