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artist: ratatatat74 1girl, solo, witch, night, dark star-filled coven background, several desiccated male bodies lying on the floor in the background, white outline, beautiful face, sharp hauntingly beautiful face, regal aristocratic features, swirling nebulous void eyes, deep indigo and electric violet eyes, wild shimmering violet-black hair, hair blowing in invisible wind, deathly alabaster white skin, translucent skin, glowing runes on skin, glowing patterns on skin, heavy velvet and silk outfit, high collar, occult gemstone jewelry, silver jewelry, uncanny, malevolent, maniac look, seductive look, ominous lighting, volumetric lighting, depth of field, sharp cel-shading, high contrast, dramatic backlighting, rim lighting, from below, extreme close-up, dutch angle, looking down at viewer, tilted head, half-closed eyes, lopsided grin, sharp eyes, cinematic perspective, wide angle lens, vibrant accent colors, moody atmosphere The camera sits low and off-axis beneath her, a dutch angle tilted a few degrees counter-clockwise, cropping tight from the base of the high collar to the top of her forehead so her face fills the frame and the coven opens in the background behind it. She leans down and forward over the lens, chin dropped, head cocked toward one shoulder, so the low viewpoint foreshortens her jaw and makes the sharp aristocratic planes of her cheekbones and the regal line of her nose read from underneath. Her eyes are not solid: each is a swirling nebula, deep indigo shot through with electric violet, the starlight inside them rotating in slow spiral arms; they aim down the lens at the viewer beneath a heavy lowered lid on one side and a widened, over-bright stare on the other, and the mismatched eyelids, one corner of the mouth drawn up into a lopsided grin that shows the canine teeth, and a faint crease between her brows, make one expression carry both the seduction and the mania. A thin strand of violet-black hair whips across her cheekbone and one strand lifts straight upward against gravity; the whole shimmering cascade streams sideways and back as though drawn by a wind that has no source in the room. Her skin is deathly alabaster, almost translucent, and where the light passes near the edge of her jaw the faint warmth of it shows through; across her throat above the collar, along the temple, and over the backs of her raised fingers the glowing runes and interlocking patterns sit etched into the skin and burn cold indigo, brightest where they cross her throat. The high collar of heavy black velvet rises to her earlobes, its nap catching the backlight so the fabric edge glows and the interior falls into crushed shadow; the silk of the shoulder above it runs with a smooth hard specular line, and silver chains and a dark occult gemstone drop from her ear and lie across the velvet, the stone holding one violet pinpoint of refracted light. Behind her and far below, three desiccated male bodies lie on the stone floor of the coven, the nearest in profile with head lolled and one arm thrown out palm-up, the others shorter in the frame, their ribs and cheekbones sharp beneath dried taut skin, their silhouettes flattened by shallow focus so they stay legible as bodies but out of the plane of her face. Above and beyond them the coven background is a black sky solid with stars and low drifting nebulae; the only light is the cold backlight from those stars, which rims the edges of her hair and collar in a thin white outline, and the second, weaker source rising from the runes on her own throat, which lights the underside of her chin and the inside of the collar in violet. Everything else falls to absolute black. The palette holds to violet-black, indigo, electric violet, cold silver-white and the paper white of the rim line, and the shadowless velvet blacks are broken only by that thin white edge. Every hair strand is drawn sharp with cel-shaded form, every rune crisp, the focus of the detail budget on her eyes, the grin, the collarbone runes and the collar's velvet nap. Ominous, intoxicating.
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