character: hoshino_(blue_archive)
1girl, solo, witch, witch hat, pointed hat, capelet, dark dress, wide sleeves, riding broom, floating, resting on broom, leaning forward, looking down, from below, low angle, very long hair, pastel pink hair, ahoge, hair between eyes, heterochromia, one blue eye, one yellow eye, fang, smirk, half-closed eyes, halo, glowing halo, twilight, night sky, crescent moon, distant rooftops, glowing particles
From a low angle looking up, a petite girl dressed as a witch hovers comfortably mid-air, perched side-saddle atop a levitating wooden broomstick against a vast twilight sky. She leans her upper body lazily forward over the broom, crossing both forearms over the polished wooden shaft and resting her chin directly upon her folded wrists. Her head tilts downward toward the viewer with sleepy amusement: her heavy-lidded, mismatched eyes—one brilliant sky blue, the other warm amber-yellow—gaze down with a smug, drowsy squint, while her lips curl into a lopsided smile revealing a single sharp little fang at the corner. An immense cascade of pastel-pink hair spills from beneath her oversized pointed witch hat, flowing well past her hips and billowing outward on the cool night updraft; a single prominent ahoge arches perkily around the brim, and wispy bangs part loosely between her eyes. Floating suspended just above her tilted hat is a luminous golden halo shaped with geometric wing-like rings, glowing with steady radiance. She wears a midnight-indigo witch's robe with billowy sleeves bunched at her forearms, a scalloped capelet fastened neatly at her collar, and dark boots that dangle freely in the empty air, one knee loosely crossed over the other. Far below, the dark slate roofs, brick chimneys, and warm glowing windows of a quiet town recede into soft indigo haze, while a slender silver crescent moon rests beside faint constellations in the deep blue sky. Cool moonlight outlines the windblown edges of her pink tresses, while the golden radiance of her halo casts warm amber highlights under the brim of her hat, illuminating the curve of her smiling cheek and the sleeves resting on the wood. The dry straw bristles of the broomstick curve slightly upward against the air resistance of her descent, shedding tiny golden motes of light that drift strictly backward along the flight wake. Lazy whimsy.
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- オリジナルプロンプト
- 魔女になった小鳥遊ホシノ
- モード
- flash
- 縦横比
- 1104 x 1824
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