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AI artwork featuring #Tokyo Ghoul and #PixAI Halloween 2026

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Tokyo Ghoul

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PixAI “Halloween Oddities Club” Special Contest - A Night at Higan Inn#PixAI Halloween 2026

#Tokyo Ghoul

Pubblicato il Nov 4, 2026

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character: kamishiro_rize, artist: ratatatat74, copyright: tokyo_ghoul 1girl, solo, kamishiro rize, long hair, short hair, purple hair, black hair, two-tone hair, red eyes, black sclera, colored sclera, glowing eyes, glasses, semi-rimless eyewear, shirt, dress, kagune (tokyo ghoul), glowing kagune, white outline, beautiful face, seductive look, hungry look, malevolent, seductive pose, looking at viewer, head tilt, leaning forward, hands on own chest, closed mouth, sharp teeth, ominous lighting, volumetric lighting, depth of field, background, cozy book-filled apartment, messy room, scattered books, several bloody piles of human bones and bodies on the floor, blood splatter, dramatic backlighting, rim lighting, sharp cel-shading, high contrast, wide angle lens, low angle, from below, cowboy shot, intricate detail, masterpiece, best quality, very aesthetic The camera sits low and close, tilted up at her — from below, cowboy shot, her knees to the crown of her head filling the vertical frame while the room's ceiling beams and the dim upper shelves of the bookcase recede behind her. She leans forward over the viewer, weight on her left hip and left leg, right leg stepped slightly ahead and turned out on the ball of the foot, so the dress's hem swings wide on the right and drags at the left. Her right hand presses flat across her own collarbone, fingertips tucked under the semi-rimless glasses' lower rim without lifting them; her left arm hangs back along her hip, thumb hooked in the shirt's placket, pulling the fabric taut across her chest and opening the button line down toward the dress's waist seam. The white-and-grey shirt sits over the darker dress, its collar open at the throat, sleeves pushed to her elbows, and the two-tone hair — the long purple mass falling heavy past her waist on the left, the short black crop framing the right side of her jaw — moves with the lean: the long fall slides forward over her shoulder toward the camera, its tips lifting away from the dress, while the short black strands at the temple swing back and clear of the glasses. Her chin tips down and she looks straight into the lens over the top of the frames, the red irises glowing from within, the black sclera swallowing the whites so the red reads as a hot point in a dark socket; one eyelid is lowered a fraction and the lips are parted enough to show the tips of pointed teeth, a slow hungry curve at one corner, both brows drawn low and level — malevolent, not playful. The kagune unfurls behind her: two thick red-black tendrils rising from her lower back, the near one sweeping forward past her right shoulder toward the upper-left of the frame with its segments catching the light in wet chains, the far one curling back and down behind her opposite hip, both drifting slightly out of focus where they leave her silhouette. The apartment behind her is warm and cluttered — a tall bookcase jammed full and spilling paperbacks, stacks on the floor, a mug on a side table, a blanket crushed on the arm of a chair — and the wall and bookcase carry a thin white outline where her body's contour meets them, a bright seam tracing her shoulder, arm and hip against the clutter. The floor between the books is the wrong texture: several bloody piles of human bones and bodies lie in the background, half-hidden behind the chair legs and the fallen stacks, ribs and long bones stacked in heaps, blood pooled and drying dark along the floorboard seams and running in thin trails out toward the foreground, one trail stopping at the toe of her shoe. The single light source is behind and above her — a lamp or a broken shaft of it from the top right — so it rims her hair and the glasses' temples in a hot edge, punches through the dust and the kagune's wet surfaces as volumetric haze, and drops her face's front planes into shadow except for the two glowing eyes; the bones in the back are lit only on their upward-facing surfaces, everything below them in darkness. Depth of field throws the far shelves and the background bones into soft blur while her face, hands and the near kagune stay needle-sharp. Palette: purple and black in the hair, blood red in the sclera, kagune and floor, warm amber in the lamp haze on the books, bone white in the foreground outline and the heaps. Sharp cel-shaded edges, high contrast, cold shadow rising against hot rim light. Quiet, patient menace.

Tokyo Ghoul

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